Duty to the Kingdom Pt. 03

CHAPTER 5

Ethel woke up, and the first thing that greeted his eyes was the soft glow of a delicate nightgown, revealing the contour of two gently rising mounds, unmistakably his mom's boobs. One of them teased from beneath the nightie, a large nipple with a purple halo peeking right out at him.

Apparently, in a fit of passion, he had stretched her dress and now her breasts didn't fit into. Yes, he couldn't believe his own thoughts.

In a fit of passion, he had stretched mom's nightie, because yesterday they were fucking.

Yesterday he'd done it with his mother. And he didn't just do it, he ejaculated inside her. Right into his mother's womb.

He shuddered.

Beatrice yawned, scooping up her arms, her hair lying softly on the pillow. She stretched, welcoming the morning, and her puffed-out breasts bobbed. Ethel watched everything unflinchingly with one eye.

She lowered her arms and hid her breasts under nightie.

He pretended to sleep, when her hand reached somewhere under the blanket. She looked flustered, apparently remembering the events of last night and her mistake. He could have sworn she was probing her vagina, she was verifying, in the most intimate way, that the extreme sex they had shared was indeed a reality and not a mere dream. And he really came inside. Her son's seed was flooding her.

He'd really done it. The thought made him feel uneasy again. Some strange chill ran down his skin. Not even kings had the right to fuck their own mothers. Much less put their child in their womb.

She turned away, adjusting her nightgown over her breasts again (her left one almost fell out) and Ethel stirred, showing he was awake.

"I've seen men lose their heads in a fit of passion many times, and do strange things..... But this. This is beyond everything, honey," she grudgingly stood up, tossing back her black braids. Her breasts fell out of her nightie again, she touched the flesh and hid it, mewing unhappily. "That was my favorite nightie."

"The kingdom values the purity of royal blood. So our possible...child will only benefit," he sat up, not covering his dangling cock. His words sounded as if he was seeking conviction for himself, not her.

"Purity of royal blood..." she let out a chuckle. "If only you and the counselors knew the whole truth." She threw off her nightie, finding herself with her back to him and completely naked.

He could see the outline of her breasts and nipples. "What... truth?"

She suddenly became aware of her mistake and swiftly turned towards him. Her bare breasts were clearly visible, just inches away from his face. Round, with protruding nipples. She ran her hand over them, tugging lightly, fingers brushed over the skin.

Maybe under other circumstances he would have liked the view, but he still felt uneasy after realizing what had happened last night.

"Never mind," she said. "Your father, bless his soul, had to do everything eight times to conceive you, Ethel. Can't believe I'm telling you this... So there's no guarantee I'll get pregnant after first time."

That's in case my seed isn't stronger than his, he thought.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he felt her looking at his plunging cock. "It was so too... good. And I couldn't control myself."

"You are not the first one, darling. I know who you got it from..." She found a new nightie and threw it over herself. "Let's summarize everything and bring this rather awkward morning to a close. We both agree it was a mistake. I'll take action and make sure I don't get pregnant. And you, just return to your duties as king. Think about important stuff."

"As you wish."

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what came next. "And, Ethel, I understand that it will be difficult for us to move forward after what happened, to look into each other's eyes. But, my dear, it doesn't change our relationship. I don't blame you, I know you regret what you did. While we may hold the titles of king and queen, we are still no lovers. You are not my husband, Ethel. You are still my son."

He nodded.

=

"Congratulations, my king!" said Torc as soon as Ethel entered the council room. The redhead immediately shook his hand, and Ethel only wondered how they knew about everything so quickly.

"Atraxia is ready for an alliance!" finished the councilor.

"Oh, that's right, yes. That's great news."

"Their King Aranteal will arrive next week," Torc kept shaking his hand.

"Is that necessary?"

"Queen Beatrice has personally invited him."

"Personally?" he finally slipped his hand out of the counselor's clutches. "Is he coming by himself or with his consort?"

"King Aranteal is unmarried, Your Grace.".

Ethel took his seat cautiously. "And how old is he?"

"Thirty-six, my king."

Something about all this displeased him greatly. His mother had personally invited a young and unmarried king, right into their castle. Why?

"Tell me more about this Aranteal."

"Well, of importance it is worth perhaps to say that he used to be a frequent visitor to our castle. As a young prince, an envoy of his father, King Antarel. He often appeared here and discussed the details of an alliance with your father on behalf of Atraxia."

"And when did he first appear here?"

"Oh, I don't remember that time well anymore. It was before you were born, Your Majesty," Torc muzzled a thoughtful face, taking a seat at the table next to him. "I remember well that Aranteal was quite a youth when he first arrived on behalf of his father. He was no more than seventeen or eighteen."

"And why did father break the alliance with Atraxia?"

"Oh, there were many reasons, but truth be told" Torc leaned in slightly. "I think your father was probably just jealous of your mother for Aranteal."

"Jealous?"

"Oh, yes. The king was handsome and young, Aranteal had already become king, and he turned 23. At some point, your father's patience broke and he demanded that the alliance be broken, even though there was much benefit to our kingdom from it. And Aranteal never came here again."

"So Aranteal was close to my mother?"

"I will only put it this way. I think your father had reason to be jealous. But enough about that, I don't want you to get a bad impression of the king," Torc stood up, returning to his discussion with the other counselors.

What he had heard had left some sort of unpleasant imprint inside Ethel. He didn't like the thoughts it had caused him.

At that moment, his mother entered, attempting to maintain an air of normalcy despite the events of the previous night. Her absence would undoubtedly raise too many questions.

Hair in a bun, dark dress clinging to her tall, slender frame. Only now did Ethel notice that she had dark circles under her eyes. Seems she hadn't slept well last night.

"Greetings, Your Grace. How was your night?" another counselor, Krubach, asked.

"Sleepless. My body ached, I thought about a lot of things. You could say the night was very... fruitful," she a took a seat close to the Ethel, not looking at him.

"Tell me, dear mother," he started right away. "Why do we need an alliance with Atraxia?"

"Ethel, I've already explained it to you many times. If you devoted as much attention to your royal duties as you do to trying to catch a glimpse of my cleavage, you would know-"

"Something tells me that you are less interested in the profit of the kingdom and more in the companionship of the lovely and unmarried King Aranteal."

Slowly, she turned her head toward him. "Nonsense. You don't know what you're talking about. You are the first person I cheated on your father with since his death, just so you know. Yes, I am a single queen married to my own son. We were good friends with Aranteal until your father broke the alliance."

"You are my queen..."

"Do I hear jealousy? I am your mother," she asserted firmly. "And Aranteal and I are nothing more than friends, for your information. Just like you, I have no right to be in a romantic relationship with anyone other than my king. Remember? That's the end of the story, young man."

And she turned to the counselors, but Ethell didn't finish.

"Don't you think I forget about "If I knew the truth" thing back in the chambers. What did you mean? What's the truth?"

"Perhaps you'll figure it out for yourself when our guest shows up," she said tiredly, and that was the end of their conversation.

=

Soon after a couple of days (Aranteal arrived sooner than expected) the retinue of King Atraxia rode into the city at night and approached the castle.

Beatrice was not well this evening, so Ethel and his advisors had to greet the guests themselves.

Several wagons pulled into the castle, riders and soldiers all around.

The wagon door opened, and a tall, blond-haired man stood before Ethel with shoulder-length braids, blue eyes, stubble, and a long beard. Ethel marveled at how much... he looked like himself.

"Greetings. You must be King Ethel. Heard a lot about you, new king. To be honest, I thought you were Wilfield's son. But my ambassadors have informed me that you are his brother and took Queen Beatrice as your wife after the king's death."

"Mmm. Yes, yes. Of course. That's the way it is," he hadn't thought about what version of events the advisors had spun to the ambassadors. He cautiously shifted his gaze to Torc and Krubach. They shrugged, barely perceptibly, as if to say 'What else could we tell them'.

"Truth be told, I thought I would be greeted by the queen," Aranteal looked behind him as if searching for Beatrice.

"She's not feeling well today, come on in. I have a couple of questions," Ethel said as he escorted his guest inside the castle. "Do you know my Mo... queen Beatrice well? I heard you used to be a frequent guest here before."

"Oh, yes. We met exactly eighteen years ago. I was very young then, a little younger than you. We hit it off immediately and got along quickly. We wandered through the forests, talking, dreaming, riding horses," he kept talking about Beatrice, and Ethel couldn't help but get an eerie feeling of how remotely similar the two of them were. What the hell, Mom, he thought.

"And you?" He asked suddenly, bringing Ethel back to his senses.

"And I....."

"How long have you known Beatrice?"

"Oh, right. My Mo... Yeah, Beatrice. I've known her all my life actually. But...uh... We became husband and wife out of the blue after Wilfield's passing and in that time I've genuinely grown to love her."

"And you have no idea why she's not well today?"

"Actually, I have some suspicions," he pondered for a moment.

Maybe my seed IS stronger then my dad's after all, he thought.

"But let's leave it to the healers. I think she'll be ready in a moment," Ethel finally said. They walked on through the castle.

Gradually the story of my father's death is becoming less and less complicated. Is this Aranteal connected to it?

The doors in front of them opened, and his mother emerged from the passage wearing a red silk dress with a surprisingly deep neckline on her chest--too deep, even for her. Tanned, beautiful full of blood breasts with barely discernible hints of her delicate nipples beneath the luxurious fabric. Her lustrous, ebony locks cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, framing her face.

Ethel took one look and turned away. He was still overcome with a strange sensation, ashamed of the night they spent. So he didn't want to see her in that light again, to see her as a breeding ground and as an object of lust. She was his Mom after all and their night together was a mistake.

"Beatrice," said Aranteal.

"Aranteal" she replied.

Their eyes met, as if they were reuniting after a lengthy separation, which indeed they were, and Ethel had only to watch with jealousy.

"So many years..."

"I know," Beatrice blushed as if to emphasize the color of her dress.

"You haven't aged a day."

"Well, you aged pretty badly, my friend," she smiled.

Ethel coughed and signaled he was still there (and the counselors).

"My..." Aranteal glanced at Ethel and then back at Beatrice. "Condolences about Wilfield. He was a good king. I'm sorry for your loss, Queen."

Ethel gave a feigned yawn. "I think it's getting late. We can talk tomorrow and discuss everything. Now's time for bed. Don't you think so?" Ethel walked over to Beatrice and he noticed as she slightly nodded to Aranteal. What was that about?

"Yes, of course. We'll meet in the morning, King. We'll discuss..." The King's gaze darted to the neckline on Beatrice's chest, looking directly at her boobs. "All the details."

He's just arrived and he's already allowing himself too much, Ethel thought. Maybe I really am jealous.

The vigilant guards guided the King and his entourage towards their chambers, while the counselors made their exit, leaving Ethel and Beatrice alone.

"You think I made a good impression?" she looked at her neckline.

"The only way you could have left a more lasting impression is if you had arrived naked," he followed her look at her breasts. "Is there anything you wish to tell me?"

"I'm feeling better, if you were interested. And no, I don't," she turned around and walked away.

Emotions were bubbling up inside. Could this man be... Not, that's impossible. My Mother would never betray Dad and cheat on him. They're just friends.

=

He lay on his side, pondering all the events. Did his mother have something to do with his father's death? And did Alfred have anything to do with it all? What if he slipped some venom in Wilfield's meal.

"Ethel?" his mother's soft breath came over his ear, but Ethel did not move. He lay pretending to be asleep. It went on like that for about half a minute before she rose slowly, trying to remain unnoticed, and walked out of the chambers.

"What the....?" He went down the narrow, candlelit hallway, and quietly followed her. Through the dim corridors, he followed the silk dress and realized he had reached Aranteal's chambers. He waited in hiding for a while, not wanting to be seen by either the guards or Aranteal's retinue.

But time ticked by slowly, a minute turning into two, stretching to five, and perhaps even ten. He moved closer and listened.

"Oh, yes, Beatrice," a voice purred, following the unmistakable sounds of flesh colliding with flesh. "It's been so long... Ughhh... I'd forgotten how good you are... After all these years."

"Hush...please. We can't be overheard, yes, that's it," Ethel clearly recognized his mother's voice.

"Yes, ohhhh... you as tight as the first time we did it," sounds of flesh hitting flesh intensified. "I still remember. We used to love to do it in the old days.... Ughhhh... And I think we even tried a little too hard once."

"Ohhhh, what are you trying to say?"

"Come on...Ethel...is our son. I can see that."

"I can't... I can't admit it," Beatrice barely uttered a word.

"Just don't lie to me, sweetheart. Oh, that's it. Let's ensure that the seed goes in the right place," Ethel heard the bodies move and rustle of sheets as Aranteal shifted into a more comfortable position. "Admit it, is he our son? I always dreamt about a family with you, my love."

"No one should know, Arthy, please. I can't..." she murmured.

"Your husband is dead. There's nothing to be afraid of"

He guessed from the sounds in the room that they were kissing. Finally, after a frustratingly long pause, he heard his mother's soft, excited voice. She, catching her breath, said. "Yes... Yes, he is ours....ohhhhhh. He's yours."

"Oh, yes... Ughhhh.. That's just what I needed to cum. I knew after that one time you would definitely get pregnant. I'm sure Wilfield fool never knew about anything... Now we'll be together forever, ooh. I'm almost..." Slaps intensified.

The realization struck Ethel like a thunderbolt: this man, Aranteal, was his true father. He couldn't help but hear the soft, intimate sounds of their kisses, pleasure in Aranteal's sighs, him enjoying her body, his mother as if they were lovers, husband and wife. It was strange to listen to this, to realize that his real parents were making love. That his real father was making love to his Mom.

"Come on, come on, ughhhh" Beatrice barely held back a scream apparently cumming.

"That's it, my love. Yes. Now it's my turn, I'm going to do it inside." Aranteal said.

"No, Arthy, please. It's too soon."

"But I want it so much, Beatrice. I've been waiting for this all those years." Sounds stopped for a moment.

"It's not time yet, darling... I promise you'll do later, after the union. You'll be a frequent guest here again and have as many children as you want."

"As you say, my love...Ohhh.... As you say. Damn, ughhh. It will be so hard to pull out," slapping continued. "Almost, almost.... Oh, yes. Beatrice, ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Aranteal held back a cry of cum, he stifled a moan of ecstasy.

Eventually, Ethel managed to collect himself and swiftly retraced his steps through the corridors, making his way back to the king's chamber.

=

He lay on his side of the bed, thinking, watching the full moon rising in the window. It all seemed like a nightmare. Fuck... All these times his life was a lie. And it was his mother's fault.

The door creaked open and Beatrice returned. Ethel lay with his back turned to her, but he could sense her presence as her nightgown brushed the floor while she approached the bed. Taking a seat on her side, she leaned over and gently kissed the top of his head before settling into sleep.

Just a few minutes ago, she had been with that man, his real father, they were fucking. And now, she was back here.

"You betrayed Dad, Mom."

"What are you saying, sweetheart?" Beatrice replied with a tired yawn.

"I know everything. I know about you and this Aranteal," he turned to her, and she watched him with a worried expression as he ran his hand gently over her cheek and down to her shoulder.

"I didn't betray him, dear..." she touched his hand on her cheek. "Your father couldn't have kids."

Ethel stared into her deep, troubled eyes.

"Aranteal... it happened so fast, just an accident. He was so young, so full of energy, and one day he just couldn't contain himself. He wanted to do it with and he just did it. He impregnated me.... You heard the counselors, honey. Wilfield needed new descendants, a continuation of the king's line. And I gave it to him."

"You gave him a heir. I understand. But..." he drew nearer, tenderly kissing her cheek before their lips met. "...I need that too, don't I?"

"What are you doing, Ethel?"

He drew nearer, closing the gap between them as he straddled her, positioning himself between her legs. His past disgust and shame had passed.

"Honey, we shouldn't. I'm your Mother..."

"Will you stop me?" His response was swift and passionate, as he revealed his dick. He made his way to her, through her body and ending up between her legs.

"There are other ways, dear. Please, we shouldn't do this. It's not right."

At this moment he unveiled himself and smoothly entered the eagerly awaited warmth between her thighs, into that much-desired warmth, Mother's pussy. "Ughhhh," she barely held back a groan, biting her lip.

This time the moonlight illuminated the room well and he could see everything. To see the change in her face as he entered. It was nice and warm inside and it didn't matter to him that he wasn't her first lover that night; he was content.

"You don't have to do this, darling," she traced his hair with her fingers, trying to persuade him again.

"I know, but I want to," he moved slowly, inching towards the end.

"Ohhh, Ethel..." she moaned softly, her eyes closing in surrender. "Why are you doing this to me?" She felt him entering, slowly, inch by inch, her eyes squeezing shut as waves of wild euphoria washed over her. His cock seemed relentless, an unending source of pleasure. "No mother should know how good it feels."