“Eternity is such a misinterpreted word. Many believe that to have immortality is a wonderful thing, to be free from the fear of Death, and spend their lives seeing the treasures of the world.
However you must also take the good with the bad, the balance in all things.
For all the wonderful things I have seen, I have also seen tragedies; centuries upon centuries of suffering, and horror, there are times when immortality has been a curse.”
Lory sighed as she closed her journal, the heavy leather bound book thudding closed with finality, as it was added to a massive collection of identical books, a journaling crossing over possibly a millennia ever since she had been called to her ‘divine’ post.
Stretching her sore limbs, the red panda woman rose to her feet, silky red fur glinting in the morning sunlight, while her black underbelly seemed to absorb the rays, giving her almost a warm glow around her.
Loryana had never been one for modesty, after all most of her naughty bits were hidden under the fluffy fur coat covering her entire body, and her figure was something that was quite well suited to being displayed. She was quite tall for a female; standing close to five feet ten inches, a petite body, with curvy hips from childbirth which gave her a perky bottom, which she remembered with a giggle as being called very spank-able.
Aside from her hips, her body was quite smooth and slender, a pair of small breasts perched high on her chest, like a pair of honeydew melons, set in a state of perpetual fullness from roughly nine centuries of nursing her only child, even though he was much too old to still be nursing, she had never had the heart to deny him her milk.
Stark silver hair cascaded down to her waist, flowing elegantly as she walked, the unique hue not coming from age, but rather always being that color since her birth, most certainly a stark contrast to her sister’s red mane.
Lory gazed down at a photo of her sister Fern settled on her lap, full of childish delight, back when they were still young and Lory had yet to be called away.
The photo was bittersweet, as most of the suffering she had seen was settled around her baby sister, who had a terrible life for quite a long time, and had walled herself in to protect herself. Though recently she had received a letter from Fern that she had undergone a transformation of sorts, and the walls had been broken down.
Lory had been delighted by the news, and made it a point to visit her sister and brother-in-law again, despite her son putting a somewhat sour note on the last visit, spouting his father’s hateful prattle about pureblood superiority.
Lory had tried just about anything to quell the brainwashing Redou had done, but Aleric simply adored his father too much for her to break his hold easily, though she did have a plan set in motion that would hopefully accomplish this goal.
Speaking of her little one, there was a knock on her study door and in entered her son Aleric, looking quite fetching in a kimono today, cherry blossom pink, and his hair put up with a ribbon.
While he did look quite feminine, he was very much his father’s son, as there was a good deal of strength hidden inside that tiny frame, and a few children had suffered for their flippant condescendence of his clothing. In fact it would seem like he had received his mother’s looks, save for the hair which had taken his father’s raven wing black, and received all of his father’s personality traits. Unfortunately that meant he was short-tempered arrogant, and a bit quick to start a fight. However that aggression transferred to his mother positively by him being quite loving and protective of his mother, and he could very easily be a little charmer if he should choose to.
Aleric stepped into the expansive wooden room; set deep inside the massive core of an ancient tree that Lory had tended to ever since she had discovered her powers, and had now turned into their home.
It wasn’t as extravagant as her brother-in-law’s Jade Palace; however it suited a nature deity such as herself. 
As he entered, she noticed that he seemed to have a bit of guilty countenance, and instantly her eyes narrowed and she returned to her expansive chair, constructed out of various bits of spare wood she had trimmed off her home tree.
“Why do I get the feeling you’ve gotten yourself into mischief again Allie?”
The little red panda cub, shuffled his foot paws nervously on the ground, his paws clenched at his waist. “Uhm, well I may have accidentally gotten into a scuffle with Nasus’s twins.”
Lory sighed and pressed her fingertips to her temple, before crooking a finger at her child, beckoning him closer, which he hesitantly followed, till he was standing in front of her. “What did you do now? What could have possibly sparked something between you and the river god’s boys?”
The boy remained silent for several moments, before a displeased throat clear from his mother loosened his jaws. “Well I was trying to build something for Father, I wanted to make him a new bow, because his is starting to wear out, and they came over and started to tease me and I may have sent them flying.”
Aleric’s ability to change the density of objects, while helpful in some cases, had a bad habit of being used to elevate anyone who happened to upset him to ridiculous heights, only to be blown away by the powerful winds that existed high in the sky, or sending them a fair distance into the earth by making their density increase to the point of breaking through the ground.
Lory had no clue how he ended up with such ability, though she supposed it did derive subtly from her abilities to control the weather, which included density of clouds and such.
Regardless of how he obtained it, there had been far too many occasions of him using it for his own goals, which were not looked fondly on by most deities, least of all his mother.
“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times not to use your abilities to settle petty squabbles with other children!” Before he even had a chance to react, Aleric felt himself grabbed by the scruff of his neck and was plopped over his mother’s bare lap, his kimono being lifted to expose a pair of soft pink panties, which were tugged down to his thighs, baring his little bottom to his mother’s disciplinarian intent.
Just as he was thinking it would be just a simple hand spanking, he felt a tug at his neck, and the click of his collar being removed, which in itself was a heart wrenching feeling as it was a symbol of his mother’s love for him, but it also removed his godlike abilities, rendering him to a little mortal cub, who was about to be quite sore!
As he trembled and feebly pleaded with his mother for forgiveness, Lory slipped on a black leather glove which did to a minor degree increase the sting on his backside, though it’s main use was to keep her powers from oozing out of her paw from her quick movements, the spells to control the weather relying on hand movements, and generating a whiplash of wind followed the same motion as spanking a naughty cub, and he had not misbehaved enough to deserve a whipping.
With her glove firmly on, her voice barked out the command for him to lift his tail, and with a moment’s hesitation he curled the four foot length of fluff to the side, exposing his rear, as well as his tiny scrotum to her view, though a minor shift of her legs had his tiny balls nestled safely out of the way, to avoid being smacked accidentally.
He had barely a moment to prepare himself when he felt the heavy paw of his mother clap his backside, making him yelp at the sting of the leather, as it descended on his bottom time and time again, parting the red fur underneath it’s strokes and flushing the skin a glowing pink, however this was no small time spanking, he had disobeyed a rule he had been told repeatedly, so the lesson would have to stick this time.
Ten minutes ticked by painfully slow for both parent and child, Aleric’s howls and whines, and eventual sobbing tore at Lory’s heart as she meted out his punishment, though she knew it was her responsibility to punish any misdeed appropriately, and by the time she had finished and slipped off her glove, the cub was howling and bawling, his tush turned an angry, throbbing red that would surely make sitting difficult for quite some time.
With her parental duty completed she scooped her son up and cuddled him while he cried out his pain, eventually calming down to an occasional hiccupping gasp that came after a long cry.
Once he had calmed down, Lory wiped the tears from his eyes, and let him redress himself. “Now hopefully this will be the last time I have to address this issue, it gets quite tiresome to continue to punish you for the same reasons over and over again, and I’m sure you don’t enjoy getting swatted at all.”
Aleric shook his head no, his usually white rimmed eyes a bloodshot red from his bawling. “No I don’t, especially when you have to take off my collar.”
Lory tilted her head, twirling the gem encrusted collar along her finger. “Well maybe I should leave you without your powers for a while just so you don’t get into anymore mischief?”
Aleric visibly paled at the thought of losing his collar, not only because it would leave him without his powers, and at a distinct disadvantage against the other deity children, but also because it was a symbol of his mother’s love, without it he felt empty and alone, a feeling that was most unpleasant for someone so secretly self-conscious as him. It also might make his father look down on him for not having the standing and power of a god. “Please Mother don’t do that, don’t take my collar away!” Fresh tears started welling into his eyes, though it wasn’t long before Lory tugged him over to stand in front of her, and returned the collar to its rightful place- around his neck.
As the jeweled band closed around his neck, and he felt his strength return to him, along with possibly a part of his soul, his mother had never been clear on how she had sealed his powers into the collar when he was a newborn.
Lory lifted her child into her lap again, though his bottom was safely, if a little uncomfortably settled in her lap, with his head resting against her chest. She gently stroked through his hair humming a lullaby he had heard since days in his crib.
While Aleric was never happy to make his mother upset, nor took delight in the repercussions laid upon his backside, he was a typical child and simply did not think things through fully, nor considered what may go wrong when he was inevitably caught.
Though now that his punishment was over, he felt it might be the time to finish his story, the real one this time, and he lifted his head to look into his mother’s beautiful glacier-blue eyes, and felt the cheeks on his face flush red rather than his bottom.
He had always had a childish crush on his mother, partly born through the love he had for her, as well as the extensive podium he put his parents on. With his mother though, it had always been something much more than simple affection for his parents. 
While the development of a deity’s child was always a long one, it had its benefits and disadvantages.
One of those disadvantages was puberty, a usually four or five year process suddenly taking hundreds of thousands of years, leaving a child trapped in a swirling vortex of hormones, boiling blood, and for most cubs, a deep-seated arousal that no amount of self-indulgence could ever slake.
Aleric had heard his mother discuss the matter with his aunt and uncle, a mortal made deity, or close to it by the same manner of magical collar that sat around his neck, and the thought of his uncle brought a surge of fanatical hatred.
Kaon was a god himself, a quite high up one from Aleric’s basic understanding of rank within the Immortal Council, yet his house was filled with mortals, every last one save for one half-breed daughter he had run into on the last visit to the Jade Palace.
His father’s reaction to such information had Aleric cowering behind a tree for several minutes before Redou had calmed down enough to manage his distaste vocally, rather than physically.

Though he was worse than dirt in Aleric’s eyes, the fox-dog had been quite intelligent in the matters of immortal child development, and had described the pubescent curse as ‘The Itch’
Which true enough was an accurate description of the word.
Whenever Aleric had felt those feelings welling up, he had simply scurried off to his room and attended to himself, before returning where he was, a little short of breath and disheveled, but none the worse for wear.
While it was still early in his development, and had yet to become all consuming, he felt the urge get stronger whenever he was close to his mother, and it was always a struggle to be around her.
Worries of her suddenly discovering something firm under his clothing, which was the case he found himself in now, as he looked into her deep eyes, her mouth quirked up in a small grin, as she continued to tend to his hair.
Every minute detail seemed to stick out of her fur, his eyes devouring every last line and angle that composed his mother’s face, and before he realized, his mouth surged forward and pressed to her soft lips, eliciting a surprised squeak from her, which jarred him lose, and he quickly scurried off of her lap and ran out of the study.
Aleric ran through the expansive, twisting root tunnels, passing servants and guests alike as he ran in a teary blur, barreling into the firm body of the worst possible person for this situation, or perhaps the best depending on his mood.
Firm, almost steel-like hands clapped around the boy’s biceps like shackles, and when he wiped his eyes clear he noticed the leather underwear wrapped to cover the crotch of something seemingly made out of living wood.
As he lifted his head, Aleric was confronted by a figure of massive expanse, green skin shifting in color as if a tree shifting through the seasons of the year. A severely muscled frame, almost to the level of the joke of not being able to wipe his own arse, and a stern face with hair that hung and swayed like vines down his back, Aleric had just tumbled into his father.
Redou looked down at his child, hiding the disgust on his face for the boy’s apparel, in fact the only reason he gave him a touch more attention than his countless other bastards was that he was a fully-blooded god, rather than the half-fairies and sprites he usually sired.
Though that attention was merely to keep the appearance of being a good father, to him the child was simply a tool to meld to his wishes, and to use him against would be enemies of his plan for utopia.
“Now where are you off to in such a hurry boy, you look like someone’s walked over your grave.”
Not the best choice of words given Aleric’s situation, since depending on his father’s mood, Aleric just might end up in a grave. A rule of thumb most people knew in the forest was that unless you wanted an extremely painful death, you leave any female that Redou was with alone.
As Redou gazed down at Aleric, the cub wrung his paws nervously, his head scrambling to think up a decent story that would cover his tail, when he suddenly he felt a slim paw rest on his shoulder, and heard his mother’s voice speak up. “Oh nothing, I played a little prank and spooked him that’s all, thanks for delaying him long enough for me to catch up darling.”
Redou shifted his gaze from son to mother, and his grim countenance lightened slightly, though you would be hard pressed to notice without intimate knowledge of how Redou operated. “Fair enough, I am heading to the rivers; apparently there was some manner of disturbance involving getting Nasus’s son out of the sky.” His iron hard gaze lowered to Aleric, and the boy may have run for the hills, if his mother’s soft arm hadn’t crossed steadily along his torso. “That has already been addressed, have a safe trip dear.”
As his intimidating sire left the hallway, Aleric visibly relaxed against his mother, only to have the soft security on his chest slightly tighten, and he looked up at her nervously. Lory’s face wasn’t angry or upset, more pensive and curious, as if she were grappling with some kind of great mystery.
When she finally spoke her voice was a controlled whisper, though it did not lack parental affection. “Allie, what happened in my study, I would like to discuss it, but don’t worry you’re not in trouble.”
Aleric gulped nervously, and was half walked, half frog-marched to his room where she silently ordered him to sit on his bed, with her taking up a spot next to him.
His thoughts whirled in his head, mixed with fear and other gut-wrenching feelings, though there was also a touch of excitement of having her alone in his room, surely conjured up by his loins and that thrice cursed itch.
However his mother’s carefully chosen words and maternal presence did soothe many of his worries. “Allie, what you did in the study was not entirely unexpected for a boy your age, and the….Bothersome little side effect of puberty in immortal children, I know it as well as you, I went through it when I was a child too.”
Lory raised her paw to cut off any of his interruptions, though he noticed a slightly red flush crossing her cheeks. “That being said, I am still your mother, and this puts me in an awkward predicament. While it is my duty to care for you, and attend to whatever you may need while you are still in my care this is one situation where I cannot help without feeling I’m taking advantage of you.”
Aleric’s eyes lowered, along with his ears, his disappointment and embarrassment clear on his face. “I-I’m sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Tears started to drip from his cheeks, till he was suddenly scooped into her arms, feeling her warm embrace wrap around him like a blanket, seemingly hiding him from the world, leaving only the two of them in existence.
He was made fully aware of her breathing, slow and steady, and his own much shallower with a hint of a tremble in it, her scent like wild flowers and morning dew. He could feel every subtle movement her body made, every minute twitch of muscle that lay under her soft features.
It wasn’t until he felt her lips press to the top of his head, resting between his folded ears that his resilience wavered and he turned in her lap, gazing up at the face that had provided him sanctuary and comfort since he was first placed in her arms after his birth, the faint smile on her lips, and the almost watery glass gaze of her eyes that he leaned up and pressed his lips to her own again, much gentler and tender than the last.
Lory’s mind raced as she felt those innocent lips against hers, any childlike innocence replaced with clumsy yearning, and affection, a lover’s kiss. She resisted for only a moment, before control of her body moved from her mind to her heart, and she cradled him close to her, much more experienced lips slowly taking over, guiding and teaching with careful movements, which were readily received by the young cub resting against her.
When their lips finally parted, both of them were flushed, and their hearts hammering heavily in their chests, as Lory looked down fondly at her son, a sly grin creeping across her features. “Well at least the girls don’t have to worry about you being a poor kisser.”
Aleric chuckled embarrassedly, hiding his face in his mother’s shoulder, till it was lifted by a slim finger under his chin, meeting his gaze with her own, her face furrowed in seriousness, which worried him that he was in trouble, but her voice denied that. “Are you sure….Are you sure that you want this Allie, I will not force you in this matter, it must be made freely of you.”
There was a long, drawn out silence, which she greatly preferred rather than an instant answer, it meant he was actually thinking about the implications this would mean, not simply slaking his premature lust, something she felt that his father had never learned, given his need to hump just about any female leg that didn’t shake him off.
Finally he looked up at her, and nodded once. “I do Mother, not just because of the itch….I do wish to be closer to you, is it so wrong for a son to want to be as close as possible to the one who gave him life?”
Lory smiled, stroking Aleric’s hair. “No, I suppose it wouldn’t be….Though you do understand that no one can find out about this, least of all your father.”
Aleric nodded, a small knot of fear settling in the pit of his stomach at the thought of what may happen if his father were to find out, even if it wasn’t just some random male that was in bed with his woman.
Lory sighed softly and held him close to her, excitement and love for his mother melting away the knot till he was simply filled with childish curiosity and anxiousness. “Now then, we’ve already gotten kissing down, though there is a bit more I could teach you about it, better to start slow and work up to the more….intense subjects.” She added a sly wink, before leaning down to kiss Aleric, a bit firmer then the last, her lips pressing against his, almost dancing circles around him as he struggled to keep up, slowly getting sure of how and what he needed to do, then he was thrown a complete curve ball as he felt her mouth open, and the warm, wet length of her tongue brushed against his lips, coaxing them to part and slide in to explore his mouth, and curl teasingly around his own.
To say this was unexpected would have been an understatement, the exotic feel and taste of his mother’s tongue exploring his small mouth, and coaxing him into doing the same, was like a heady aphrodisiac that had his mind swirling, and his body demanding more.
Just when it seemed like he had figured out what to do correctly, she changed the rules, a subtle move of her paws along his head and back, to move him closer, a gentle suckle upon his tongue, everything blasted over him like a wave of knowledge and new feelings, and urges, all of them stoking the fire burning in his heart, and his loins.
When their lips parted once more, a slim gossamer thread of saliva connected them, twinkling in the rays of sunlight drifting through his windows, before snapping almost painfully, leaving the small cub panting heavily, while his mother simply enjoyed her handiwork, delighting in his flushed features, labored breathing, and most of all the surprisingly well-sized bulge pressing against the inside of her thigh.
All of this information had her next move set into her mind, and with a Cheshire grin she lifted him from her lap, and set him on the floor, much to his protesting whines.
She wagged her finger at him. “Uh uh uh, none of that now we’re not done yet so no need to fuss, I just thought that you might be more comfortable out of those clothes, since they will have to come off eventually.”
Lory crossed her legs, gazing at him with a smile that very much suggested she was the cat that just swallowed the canary, her eyes fixed on his tiny frame as he shuffled nervously in front of her, like some lowly priest offering a heathen goddess a sacrifice.
And as she gave one sultry nod, Aleric reached down and untied the sash holding his kimono closed, and as the silk garment was opened and dropped from his body, she was confronted with a beautiful, though jarring sight.
Aleric had a slim and slender body, similarly shaped as his mother’s, with barely any baby fat clinging to his bones, though it still settled slightly around his rump and thighs, the rest gave a brief peek at what he may look like in the future.
Lean, wiry muscle was clearly threaded through his body, giving definition to what muscles were already growing; thankfully it was in a much more lithe fashion rather than his father’s massive girth.
She saw what would become an adult of what many would call Elven proportion, tall and slim, like a sapling, yet as tough and strong as a whip chord, and it would play to his advantage, to seem so deceptively small, when every inch of his body would be hard, inconspicuous muscle.
For now though he was still her little boy, one who was shyly sliding his underwear down to his ankles, and stepping out of them, his back facing her, which gave plenty of time for her to admire his bottom in a whole new light, the perky globes covered in a downy red fur, and jiggling slightly with any quick or sudden movements.
With his clothing removed, Aleric slowly turned around, his tail covering his privates, as he squirmed nervously, feeling every bit of inexperience while standing in front of a woman who had thousands of years to learn the more passionate and lustful feature of love and attraction.
Luckily his mother found his shyness quite adorable, and set her paws on his shoulders, and gently moved him closer to her, before reaching down to pat his tail. “Come now sweetie, no need to be shy, I’ve already seen everything you have, remember?”
That was true, after all she had given birth to him, and bathed him countless times before, but somehow the thought of seeing him nude in such a way, had Aleric hesitating, before finally taking a deep breath and moving the fluffy appendage aside, and standing before his mother in nothing but his fur.
Once he had moved his tail aside, Lory couldn’t help but gasp in surprise, her fingers lightly pressed to her lips as she drank in her child’s impressive endowments. “Well there’s one good thing you inherited from your father at least.” She mused to herself, as she smiled comfortingly to set Aleric at ease.
He would have no idea, given his age, but he was sporting an erection that would be considered average for a full grown adult, and he still had quite a lot of growing left to do, in more ways than one.
Though it was slightly comical for a cub that would be only nine years of age to have a six and a half inch shaft dangling between his legs, the girth roughly half of that, and seemingly threatening to tip him over with its weight.
Lory reached down with a cautious paw, and ran her fingertips along its length, giggling softly as it twitched and throbbed in attention, and a small shiver ran through her son’s body. “Well looks like what they say about milk making you big and strong was true sweetheart.”
Aleric gazed between his mother’s gently caressing digits, and her grinning face, and couldn’t help but blush furiously, he had wondered why the female elves, sprites, and other woodland creatures had always giggled and pointed at him whenever he had swam in the rivers, never realizing that they were apparently impressed with his body, if his mother’s reaction was anything to judge by. 
As her eyes finished their lustful examination, she readied for her next little plot, and patted the bed, having him sit next to her, before she suddenly slipped off of it, only to kneel down in front of him, easing his legs apart. “Now then, let’s start with something simple, this is a type of sex called oral sex.”
If Aleric had any questions about what it meant, they were quickly answered or forgotten when he suddenly felt something warm wrap around his length, and when he gazed down, he was surprised to find it buried inside of Lory’s muzzle, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head, as her expert tongue and mouth teased, suckled and squeezed on his shaft.
Lory’s eyes were fixed on her son, both enjoying the pleasured grimace on his face, as well as keeping a very close eye out for any signs of him getting overwhelmed and scared. For now he was simply lost in these new enjoyable feelings, and it brought a flutter to her heart to see him seemingly so happy, and she redoubled her efforts, using tricks and teases that even the most steadfast adults would have a hard time resisting, and within only a few minutes of starting, she saw his paws clench the bed sheets, and heard the clique line of. “M-Mommy, s-s-something’s coming!”
Rather than stop to answer him, she simply continued, slowly easing him into the beginning of her throat, where the extra tightness and slightly rough texture sealed the deal, and the little cub gave a whimpering moan and jerked his hips forward.
If she thought his member was abnormally large, then she was certainly surprised by his orgasm, as he rivaled his own father, a deity of fertility in his own right, in sheer seed amount as she was given several mouthfuls to gulp down, the fluid almost like honey in its taste and texture, and already she could see herself growing addicted to its flavor.
When he was finished, Lory slowly pulled off, and licked him clean, making the little boy tremble and squirm, before falling flat on his back, panting heavily and feeling a sense of sleepiness washing over him, which he bravely fought off with the desire to learn more about this new subject he was introduced to.
As he recovered, Lory took great delight in licking her muzzle clean, making sure she had cleaned herself off completely, before climbing onto the bed, and laying him on her chest, gently stroking his back. “Well looks like someone enjoyed himself hmm?”
Aleric smiled brightly and nodded, nuzzling against her fuzzy chest. “Are all the other kinds of sex as good as that?”
Lory chuckled, and lightly tapped his nose with a finger. “Such a curious little ball of fluff aren’t you? Well depending on who your partner is sometimes oral can be just as fun, but usually the other ones tend to be a lot better, only because both people involved can enjoy it at the same time.”
Lory gently held her son’s muzzle shut to cut off any interruptions. “But first I’m going to teach you how to give oral to a female, and if you’re good at that, you can get a girl to agree to just about anything.”
The idea of learning more about sex, along with his mother’s vague hint of influencing females certainly appeased Aleric’s interest, and he perked his head up to listen closely.
With him resting on her chest it was easy for Lory to start her explanation. “Remember when you would nurse and sometimes I would squirm and fidget?”
Aleric nodded, he had always been curious why she did it, and for a while had been afraid that he was hurting her. 
“Well you see, a female’s nipples are very sensitive, more so in adults, but younger girls can still receive pleasure from them being licked, lightly nibbled, or in our case sucked on.” Lory couldn’t help but have a faint blush on her cheeks, as she explained that feeding her son got her a little hot and bothered.
“So what I want you to do is to nurse like you normally do, and I’ll give you little pointers here and there so you know how to utilize the more pleasurable side.”
Aleric nodded, though he couldn’t help but be a bit nervous, since their regular feedings were suddenly taking on a new turn, and he was a little clumsy when he first took her nipple into his mouth, but as soon as the warm flow of milk touched his lips, he settled into his normal patterns.
Lory cooed softly, stroking her son’s head as he suckled, coaxing him to move his tongue certain ways, apply light pressure with his teeth, and other little tidbits till she was squirming and panting lightly.
The milk would also help give him back a bit of the potency he lost from his first orgasm as she was certainly not finished with him just yet.
A light tap on his back moved Aleric away from her chest, and she grinned brightly. “Very good, now it’s time to show you the important part.” Lory sat up against her headboard, and spread her legs. “Lay on your tummy sweetie, right between my legs.”
Aleric did as he was asked, curious as to what his next lesson was, and as her mother spread her folds, revealing the swollen pink walls that led to his very first home, and he felt almost a reverence for them.
It was as if he immediately knew what to do, instincts driving him to inch closer, and give her wet flesh a loving kiss, quickly devolving into hungry lapping, though what surprised Lory was she didn’t have to correct him once, he moved his tongue and muzzle just how she wanted without anything more than a slight twitch of her body.
Soon the room was slowly filling with her musical gasps and moans of pleasure, along with encouraging words to Aleric, urging him to keep going, which he gladly did, enjoying his mother’s flavor. It wasn’t until she suddenly gripped his head fur, gently pressing him further against her folds, that a brief flash of fear ran through him, only to be soothed by the mouthful of fluid that rushed into his mouth, tasting like the wetness coating her flesh, only much more potent, and she slumped back, petting him gently. “W-w-well, looks like I didn’t need to teach you that at all.”
With Lory recovering from her orgasmic high, Aleric was given time to clean himself up and nestle against her side, however their little revelry was interrupted by several slams, and loud cursing that could only come from Redou.
Aleric quickly scrambled to get dressed, and Lory summoned a breeze to run through the room to remove the smell of sex, before they both ran out to see what was causing the commotion.
As they entered the main hall, they saw Redou verbally tearing asunder some poor fairy that was delivering food, and stumbled into his ire.
Lory approached Redou, placing a hand on his shoulder in an effort to soothe him, but when he turned, the rage burning in his eyes made her quickly step back.
Those livid eyes switched from her to Aleric, and the massive figure of Redou quickly closed the distance to grab Aleric by the front of his kimono and lifted him off the ground. 
“You useless little bitch, do you have any idea what you’ve done! You’ve ruined my plans with your little stunt this morning!”
Neither Lory nor Aleric expected what came next; it wasn’t until the thick, heavy fist connected his muzzle that Aleric even realized he’d been hit, though he could he feel the tiny bones in his muzzle crunching from the blow, blood spurting from his nose. He had enough time to give a brief squeal of pain before blows started raining down on him, pain erupting from his nose, sides, and chest. Every inch that Redou could reach while still half-throttling Aleric felt the force of his fist, and when Lory moved to help, she was viciously backhanded to the ground.
“Your little faggot of a son cost me Nasus’s support, now all of the deities are backing off, saying they don’t want to risk angering the Council! My Utopia is gone, my plans for ridding the world of all these filthy half-breeds is ruined, all because this little brat tried to be tough.”
Aleric was unceremoniously dropped on the floor with a thud, his father’s voice still roaring in his ears. “You want to be tough then, you think you can handle yourself, get up then! Show me what you’ve got you little cross-dressing queer!”
Lory had regained her footing and moved to grab her son, but she had Redou’s hand wrapped around her throat, lifting her off the ground and quickly choking her.
If Aleric hadn’t reacted, his mother would have surely been killed, but luckily he moved quickly enough, using his powers to increase her density enough for Redou to be forced to drop her, only to feel his father’s wrath on him again, those tree trunk-like legs driving his foot into the child’s ribs, again to the crunching of shattering bone, as his ribs crumpled against the vicious stomps.
It was then that Aleric lost consciousness.
When Aleric gained some small measure of awareness, he realized he was being carried, most likely by his mother, and he was in roaring agony, that the slightest breath or movement intensified, and quickly pushed him back into the inky blackness of unconscious existence.
In the few moments of lucidity he saw his mother, her face blurry, but whispering calming words, then the emerald walls of a familiar palace.
There were only blurred images after that, nothing concrete till he woke to find himself in a bed, the majority of his body bandaged, and his mother sitting beside him, staring forlornly out the window, he looked around the room, and noticed it looked quite similar to most modern day hospital rooms, though the usually white-washed walls were instead the vibrant jade that the palace had been created from, though he noticed he wasn’t hooked up to any kind of monitors. Though he did notice a table that had yet to be cleared off, piled high with bloody bandages, and various scalpels and other surgical tools, as well as bands that would be used for setting bones, which judging by the amount of gauze and such around his midsection, were probably put to good use on his ribs Lory quickly realized he was awake, and her face lit up, 
or at least it would have if not for a jagged pink scar running diagonally across her once flawless face. “You’re finally awake! Oh thank the spirits!”
Aleric gazed around groggily. “Where are we, this doesn’t look like any room in the tree.”
Lory stroked his head fur. “We’re at the Jade Palace….We don’t have a home in the forest anymore honey.”
As he grew more and more alert, flashes of memories ran through his head, his father being angry, a fight breaking out, then pain and blackness.
Lory explained how his father had continued his ranting and his assault, how he had continued to vent his aggression on Aleric even after he lost consciousness, and when Lory had stepped in, she fought as hard as she could, though her powers were severely limited by her fear of hitting Aleric with a stray lightning bolt, and in a straight out brawl Redou had a serious advantage.
She had accrued similar injuries as Aleric, though she had healed much faster than him. It seemed however that the one thing that hadn’t healed was that scar, and judging by the wound it would have to have been an incredibly sharp blade, or a spell misfire, though she never explained fully and it seemed to be a subject she was easily uncomfortable talking about.

Before she could go into further detail, the door opened and two figures stepped in, the slender jean and t-shirt clad one easily recognizable as his red vixen Aunt Fern, which meant the much larger and imposing one, was none other than the Master of the Palace, Kaon himself, a massive dog-fox that commanded respect as much from his size, as the intimidating aura he seemed to naturally emit. “Good to see you are awake, you were in quite rough shape when you arrived, and you should be all healed up soon enough, compliments of my staff.”
Aleric glared at them, while he knew he should be thankful for the help, the idea of the mongrel god standing before him helping him set a knot of revulsion in his stomach. “I didn’t ask for the help, nor would I have asked for it from a fraud like you!”
Lory went to silence him, but Kaon headed her off. “Well then I suppose it is a good thing you weren’t conscious to ask for it, otherwise you would be lying in a casket rather than a bed, now then I will take some leniency given your situation, however I will not tolerate a repeat of your last visit here, am I clear?”
Aleric growled, or at least a noise that could be considered a growl with a massive stretch of the definition. “Go to hell you filthy abomination!”
Lory and Fern both flinched, but Kaon remained as calm as usual as he stepped closer to the bed. “I assure little boy, I have already been there, and you have no concept of the horrors one can see in a hell created by their own minds, though if you continue with this disrespect, you may get some inkling of it.”
Kaon turned and walked out, followed by Fern, and after a brief glance to Aleric, Lory as well.
With them safely out of earshot she turned to Kaon, tears brimming in her eyes. “You see! Even after everything Redou did to him, he still has this pureblood fanaticism in his mind; I’m begging you to help him!”
Kaon gazed at his sister in law for several moments before sighing. “There is only way to undo that kind of brainwashing, it will be a long process with plenty of doses of humbling, I will need your full support on this, for only with a united front can we hope to break him down, and rebuild him…He will also need to accept himself, which can be the hardest part in most cases.”
Lory nodded, her scar twinkling in the light, casting ugly shadows across her face. “I’ll do whatever it takes to save my son from that bastard!”
Kaon nodded. “Very well then….We’ll start in two days, just remember what you have promised here.”