The Goddess' Champion

An entire month of ecstasy ensued in which those two were inseparable... Constantine retook his hobby of painting, sadly, Isabella said that she couldn't go to the capital. Not only did she feel well here, but he also needed to be together with Caroline this was a point Nova wouldn't negotiate.

He was reluctant but ended up accepting, in exchange, he painted. He painted her in all forms and poses, naked every time, with a different expression of ecstasy after a delightful session, it was their little secret, another one. A private product for the two of them, paintings that would immortalize this moment; she would look at them and recall what they felt for one another, he would regard them in the capital and recall his secret treasure in the outskirts.

This decision marked a barrier. She had just made a barrier in which every year she'd be with him merely two months, but that was enough for her, slowly but surely her mind was beginning to accept reality.

It wasn't only raunchy sex, even though most of the time they were indeed at it one way or another, Constantine pleased his mother in a plethora of ways, for those two months, making her smile was his mission. He sold flowers with her, they walked through the woods and rivers, Had picnics and slept in the wilderness. They went hunting together... they made love anywhere of interest and kissed so long as it was a private environment. He even got his friends to extend her moderately sized house into a three-story house, the biggest in the town and the most secure as well.

Isabella scared away any 'suitor'. Several of her friends even dared to try and court him, she thought they were out of their mind. He was HER fifteen years old boy... no one else's, she could accept Caroline, she could accept him fooling around, but for those two months he was hers, and that was non-negotiable.

The day before the carriage came back to fetch him. They made love yet again in that house, this time more daring, on top of the unfinished attic, looking at the stars, trying to not make too much noise since this was the open world, not their little lair.

She grind her son's cock for every single drop that he had, making sure by the time he departed, he'd be nice and empty, Caroline would have to wait, she'd get nothing.

How many times she said it she didn't know, how high she yelled this when they were supposed to be silent, she didn't care.

How much she hated to be his 'mother' but how immensely pleasurable this taboo was... no one would ever be able to compare, she had been ruined to other men thoroughly and that had been Constantine's mission.

The last sprint was more intense, both closed their eyes and allowed their hips to do the job, intense and forceful, her womb was already filled to the brim, but this was his last shot.

"I love you! s-son C-CUMMING, I'M CUMMING! AHN!"

*PA!!*

*PA!!*

All she needed to do was to keep her waist in place, a difficult task to accomplish while he thrust up and knocked her cervix each time, scraping every g-spot along the way recklessly and bawling down the place that he already owned.

"UHMM!!~"

"UGH!"

Eventually, they successfully reached a climax, falling down, tired... his cock and her pussy were gone, used well beyond human standards, a healthy couple shouldn't ever be having this much sex.

"I-" He began, but his newfound determination was fated to shatter.

"You have to go, son..." She said, biting her lips; already aware of what he was about to say, the words she wanted to hear.

"I know... mother, I know." Constantine sighed, rubbing his eyelids, perhaps that was his only moment of doubt, he had a life in the capital. A reputation, even a big place. A girl waiting for him, even his master. It was difficult to abandon what he had struggled to create in four months only for his mother... yet he had been willing to do it.

This house felt like a 'home' even more now than ever, but the shadow of their true status would always loom.

"That girl, Caroline... make her happy, stop fooling around with women that resemble me... you had enough of me so... focus on her now." Isabella said deterministically.

"I didn't have enough of you." He growled and held her butt tightly, making her shiver like a lamb.

"T-Then let's keep going until you have enough, we have... a few more hours." Her voice sounded like a stutter, like a little rabbit mustering courage to fight a lion.

"I don't have anything left to offer." He pumped himself a few times... totally flaccid and even a little painful.  She sighed in relief, despite saying that she didn't know if her pussy, breasts... her very soul... could take any more.

They laid down like that until it was the next day, thankfully no one was funny enough to crawl up or they would have been discovered, the sex left them so tired that they literally passed out on top of the house.

She cleaned him up and he returned the favour. It was a long cheerful mother and son moment in the bathroom, this time a lot more wonderful and comfy, it wasn't a bucket with cold water. She had gotten an expensive bathtub and a charcoal heater.

She prepared his clothes like a dutiful mother and dressed him up, softly placing his sword in the scabbard and now he looked even more perfect than when he left.

"You look so handsome, son." She smiled and fixed his jacket, feeling immensely prideful. Her son was such a fine young man, a knight from the capital, one with a high rank at that after merely four months. She giggled and they held each other's hands in front of the door, once trespassing it, they wouldn't be able to show any intimacy as the people in the town wanted to say their farewells to him.

"You're my pride... I know I have not been a good mother." She began, feeling like she needed to take this out of her system now.

"..." He frowned but listened.

"For the earlier years of your life, I hated you so much... Constantine, I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart. I treated you so bad and ignored you when you needed me... perhaps if I had been a good mother back then... we wouldn't have ended like this." Her heart was always confused, Nova considered Isabella a melancholic individual... but how could she not when they had such a difficult life; regardless of how pleasurable this taboo was, it was a mistake and no one could deny this.

"It is okay, mother... I know your reasons." Constantine never judged her, it was quite early in his life that he realised that she deserved to hate him. His accursed surname had caused the two of them nothing but sadness.

"No, it is not okay... I shouldn't have gotten angry with you... you were just a little boy..."

"I'm glad that things ended that way." He said, caressing her lips.

"..." She licked his finger, an impulse.

"Otherwise we wouldn't be what we are, this is wrong... what we do, what we are, but I can't live without it." It was then that he licked her finger, she too had placed it on his lips.

"I hate being your mother." She confessed.

"..."

"But I still am, I need you to know that I love you with all my heart, but Constantine I'm still your mother..." So, she stopped licking his finger and instead took his hand, rubbing her head against it the back of it.

"This is the best for you... there is a girl there that loves you, perhaps more than I... she's willing to tolerate and wait, there are people there that respect you and a master that teaches you how to use the sword, there is a better world there than this town. I belong in this town, you belong with them... don't make them wait anymore, last time you left but your heart stayed here... now you have to leave, complete. Last time a piece of me went with you, now I remain complete." She smiled, this time she was determined to not cry... but Nova had consciously said a slight lie.

'There is no way she loves you more than I, she's not even close.' But a mother was still a mother.

He sighed, crying was not something he was used to... whenever she spoke, it was always the same, words that would separate them, yet it was always so logical.

"I will always be here when you need me... my eyes can't see anything else between the roses and you. There is no other man that can ever please me... I'm shaped to you, so rest assured, my heart is chained. Just, keep sending those letters, I love them. Just come here whenever you can, I'm always patient, always waiting." She sobbed with a smile, a little irritated that she still ended up crying. This was her confession and it wasn't a lie, compared to him... everyone else was so inconsequential, they weren't worthy.

At that moment he couldn't resist himself, pulling her softly like when one plucks a flower, he kissed her, she sobbed and answered back in a passionate and tender kiss.

*KNOCK!*

"Boss, aunty!"

The door opened abruptly and a lady entered forcefully, both mother and son literally panicked and she twisted her face as fast as lightning.

The girl stopped there for a moment, seeing how Constantine had his arms around his mother's waist, "Come on, it's not like you won't see each other forever!"

"Felicia, how many times...? you have to knock before entering!" Angry, Nova knocked this tactless mortal's head.

"Mou! you two are as close as always! come on the carriage is already here!" Felicia, one of Constantine's subordinates held her forehead in outrage before making her way out, they didn't have to hit her alright?!

Constantine and Isabella walked to the carriage while greeting the cheering crowd.

There he gave her a last hug for the next four months, or at least, that's what he believed.

"I love you."

"Me too, claim victory, son."

He nodded and boarded the carriage. Now more determined than the last time he left. This was her choice, in the end... she choose to be a mother instead of a woman, and that's how it had to be.

Nova and Isabella waved their 'hand' repeatedly, smiling and secured. Her son and daughter would be okay and that's what mattered. Many people in the crowd looked at her, some with sadness since they knew she'd be alone again, some with happiness since they saw that she wasn't looking as sad as before, by now, this entire town's mood seemed to depend on her mood.

Some others looked at her with suspiciousness... her relationship with her son was... a little too close. They went everywhere together, that wasn't so odd... the problem was... that she didn't get together with any men, even promising men that didn't have any ill background... her son also didn't get together with any girl, beautiful girls who technically jumped at him, let alone both seemed to be quite 'protective' of one another.

It was suspicious, but what could they say? it wasn't their business.

"Aunty is quite close with the boss." That girl, Felicia... said with a frown, she respected her quite a lot, like a second mother, but had feelings for Constantine since quite early, now she was a beautiful young lady, rather voluptuous although missing if compared to Isabella. She couldn't understand why he didn't look at her at all for two entire months.

"Yes, we have gone through a lot and... others won't understand how much we love each other."

"..."

"As mother and son that is~" Smiling, Isabella walked back to her house to prepare and sell some flowers, because the departing carriage wouldn't turn around no matter how much her desires channelled it.

Nova smiled, the balance was always needed and she now understood... Space and Time, sadly.. she thought there wouldn't be any balance this time around.

'Compared to us, Toki and his slut can't compare.' Nova sighed, there wasn't even a point in comparing, those two were far gone from her mind.

She took that anti-pregnancy potion from the table... biting her lips she threw it away and didn't look back... whether it was Isabella or Nova, it didn't matter, this was a unanimous decision.

In the end, she couldn't forsake her womanly side begging to bear her beloved's child.