The Eternal Family

"So, where does the long story begin?" Harry asked as he pressed her butt, making Mom gulp and push his hands away.

"If you are going to do things like that, I won't speak anymore," She grumbled, then asked, her voice doubtful and slightly afraid, "Don't you love Lilly anymore after you went into Coma?"

Harry blinked and took his hands back from her butt, and instead, just hugged her, "No, Mom, I just know my lovely Mother too much not to know that she was making a mountain out of a molehill."

Emma's brows furrowed and scrunched up beautifully. She looked intently at Harry's face and asked, her voice sounding rather different from the earlier moans, angrier, "What do you mean 'make a mountain out of a molehill'?"

His face went close to her lips for a kiss, but she averted her face.

"Don't be so angry, Mom," Harry said and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"I am not angry," Emma said with squinted eyes, 'This son of mine….'

"Okay then, tell me what my lovely sister is going through," he paused as he rested his head comfortably on the pillow, thinking about Lilly, his dearest sister. "It's been so long since I last saw her…."

Emma nodded and no longer played around, sounding serious, "Son, this is going to be really troublesome to handle," pausing, she saw the sudden frown on his face and continued, "The King and some ministers want to Marry Lilly to the First Prince," She stopped speaking and looked at Harry's face, looking at his reaction.

Calm, Harry said, his voice rather annoyed, "Of course many idiots will want to marry my sister, she's so beautiful. So what? She has to marry them all? Just tell them to fuck off. It's not like the palace doesn't have its own rules," frown remaining, he looked at Emma, what was the problem here, exactly?

"Harry, don't you remember the rules clearly?"

"What? Does it say you can forcefully Marry anyone in the family if you become the King?"

"Not everyone, But everyone Gifted with one of the three great gifts has to marry someone before they reach Stage 3, and after you went unconscious, Lilly Broke through to Stage 2," Emma clarified; first, he had to see the core of the issue after all.

"Lilly broke through?!" he exclaimed in amazement. He had to congratulate her!

But then, his furrow returned, "If she has to marry someone no matter what, She can just marry me, right?" he asked.

"Yes, you could be the one she marries," Emma paused and then suddenly realized something and asked, "Did you have sex with your sister too?!" her heart beat like a drum.

Harry innocently blinked and said, with a devious smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "Of course I did. If I don't satiate my sister's needs, who will?"

Emma breathed out in awe, "No wonder, No wonder!"

"What?" Harry questioned; he was confused.

"You know who the first prince is, right?"

"Isn't he the boy who walks around with a twisted Monkey on his shoulders? Hmm…what was his name, Hugh?" Harry said — Heh, such a hilarious thought to even mention that bastard and my lovely sister in the same breath.

"Hm, that's the brat. He seemed smitten with Lilly and tried some confessions, and even brought her some flowers and other useful items. But, she didn't use to take them at first though…."

"When did such things even happen?" Harry amusedly asked.

"Long before your Coma situation."

"Then she accepted his so-called 'Useful Items' after I went unconscious?" he frowned.

"No, she didn't. But she ended up revealing a crucial secret."

"Oh, I can guess the rest," Harry clenched his hands behind Emma's back, then said, his tone frigid, "So, the bastards believe a Null Prince shouldn't make a 'Great ability gifted' pregnant with his child? That he should just die off and not corrupt the lands with his bloodline, right?"

Emma turned silent; she could feel his anger and indignance. Moving her face near his and locking her eyes with his, she said, "I know Harry, sometimes, you feel rather lonely, very much ashamed and sad, right?"

"Who doesn't, Mom?"

"No, I don't mean it that way," she said.

Harry looked at her in confusion, but his heart skipped a beat.

A smile graced her caramel white face, and her red, juicy lips touched his dry lips, "I know from the moment you were called a Null by the gift globe," her petite, little tongue slithered through his lips and went back, teasing him and wetting his dry lips, she said, "I know son, I know that you always felt inferior to others. Not enough."

Harry's hands further clenched behind her; his sense of inferiority hurt more than anything.

"Yet, son," she waited for his answer.

It wasn't a solo monologue. She wanted his complete attention on herself.

Emma had been preparing for this conversation from the moment Lilly was taken away; she knew that it was a sensitive subject for Harry. She had always fantasized on how she will tell him about Lilly and their predicament without hurting his pride. And speaking with him after sex was the wildest of her fantasies.

And this…was the perfect opportunity to make him grow out of it.

To make him grow out of his deep inferiority complex, And make him discard that dangerous new gift of his. She already had some ideas about why he fell unconscious.

She was going to use calamity as a blessing.

Harry nodded, his hands unclenching slightly. Mom's presence was always calming…

"So you felt inferior?"

Harry didn't say anything.

"Heh, Don't worry, my little boy," Emma smilingly cupped his face with her hands, "You don't have to act tough infront of your mama. If you want to cry, cry.

If you want to laugh, laugh.

If you want to do something else to your mom, do it.

I don't care. As long as my son and daughter smile, as long as you enjoy that moment spent with me, it's a blissful moment for me."

Harry took a deep breath and silently hugged her, and hid his face on her shoulders. Emma patted his head and then continued, "I am ready to die for you, son.

If you want anything from me, I am all yours, and I have always been yours. Touch me like you wish to, act infront of me as you wish to. Cry, Laugh, or even…No matter what you do or what you wish to do, I will proudly still say, look, that is Harry, my dearest son.

And even when I am acting all shy, Do you know what I think?

Each kiss, each hug, each word of love you say makes me so happy…I…I can't even put it into words! Harry, you say I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, And I know I am.

I am doing just that. I know now that the moment you woke up and with your strong Gift, it will be very easy to bring Lilly back. But no, I just wanted to give you a chance to shine,

I wanted to tell you that you are not anywhere inferior.

Moreover, even after all I said, do you still think I will do all that for a man I believe to be inferior?"

Harry hugged her as tightly as he could; their hot bodies calmly enjoyed each other's embrace as both of their hearts floated in the air, for each other to take hold of any time they wanted. They were both sold.

Smiling through his slightly parched throat and his tears leaking through his face, Harry stutteringly said, "Mom, I'm crying…"

Tears dripped from his eyes, Emma lovingly smiled...