Offspring with Queen Mother Pt. 02

CHAPTER 4. HORSEBACK RIDING

The next morning, as Prince Darian stepped out onto the palace grounds, he was surprised to see Queen Nymira already waiting for him with their horses saddled and ready to ride. Despite what happened, she had not canceled her offer of a horseback ride.

But still as they ventured into the woods, an eerie silence hung between two. Nymira kept her distance, wordlessly leading the way while Darian trailed behind on his stallion. Despite the tension, Darian couldn't help but notice how regal and poised she looked in her riding outfit, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. Her dress was made of the finest silk, the fabric shimmering in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. A simple leather belt cinched in at the queen's waist, giving the dress a flattering silhouette while still allowing for ease of movement as she rode. Her hair was swept up in a loose bun, a few tendrils framing her delicate features. Despite the ornate nature of her attire, the queen seemed perfectly at ease on horseback.

With a calculated glance around, Darian ascertained that they had successfully eluded any potential guards. Satisfied, he turned to his Mother.

"Are you still angry about what happened yesterday?" he asked.

Nymira's expression slightly softened. "No. I'm not angry."

"I told you, it was just an innocent kiss." Darian paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "I mean, it's not like I asked you to marry me or anything," he smiled, hoping to ease the tension between them.

Nymira's face darkened, a note of warning creeping into her voice. "You can't do things like that to me, Darian. It's not appropriate. I know you didn't mean any harm," she paused for a moment. "I am your Mother, but I am also your queen and I must maintain a level of authority and respect that is necessary for the good of our kingdom. Our relationship as mother and son is just as important, but it is a separate matter entirely. You cannot kiss me like that. It's not appropriate for a son to kiss mother in such a way"

After nodding, he waited a moment before asking, "I was wondering, though, how familiar are you with Serpent-Slayer's history, my queen?"

Nymira shook her head. "Not good enough, I think," she admitted. "My attention has always been on the welfare of our people, not the exploits of our past heroes. Why would you ask?"

"It's... nothing." Darian hesitated; a small smile crossed his lips before he plunged ahead with another question. "And still, why did you decide to become a queen? Did you ever find pleasure in this marriage?"

Her expression turned cold. "Feeling pleasure is not a part of my duties as a queen. You are old enough to understand me. Let's just enjoy the ride now," she said, nudging her horse forward.

As they reached a clearing, Nymira reined in her horse and turned to Darian. "This is a lovely spot. Don't you think?"

Darian looked around, taking in the beauty of their surroundings. A burling waterstream meandered around, and wildflowers of every hue dotted the grassy expanse.

Nymira dismounted her horse and walked toward the water's edge, the sound of the stream rippling through the peaceful forest. She paused, looking out over the view before her. With a gentle touch, she trailed her fingertips over the cool water's surface, and her dress lifted slightly in the back, revealing a hint of her bare ankles.

Darian turned away, quickly dismounting. "Hush, lad," he whispered to the horse, patting it gently.

"I love places like this," she said.

Darian stepped closer, joining her at the water's edge. He looked down into the surface of the stream and suddenly asked a question. "Do you miss Karlas?" he said, referring to his younger brother who had died a few years ago.

"He died like a true warrior," Nymira replied with steady voice. "Why should I be sad or miss him?"

"The king does. And he thinks me unworthy. The worst of all Serpent-Slayers. The weakest one," He smiled wryly, throwing a small pebble into the stream. "But not you. No... You don't think of me that way, do you?" he added abruptly, not giving her a chance to respond. "And that was one of the reasons why you were always special to me, Mother"

Queen Nymira's plump lips curled upwards into a warm smile, the light gleaming in her gray eyes.

"You always knew how to make me feel better," Nymira responded.

But before she could say more, a sudden jolt from a horse behind caused Nymira to lose her balance and tumble into the cool, rushing stream below. Darian's heart leapt as he watched his Mother's drenched form being swept away by the current.

Reacting quickly, he scrambled down the embankment and into the water, fighting the icy grip of the stream to reach Nymira's side. As he pulled her upright, back to the ground, his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to every detail of her body, now visible through the clinging fabric of her wet dress. Her slender shoulders, now shivering with cold, the delicate curve of her waist, the soft swell of her breasts beneath the sodden cloth. His eyes tracing every contour of his Mother's body now revealed through the soaked fabric of the dress.

For a moment, Darian forgot all else, lost in the overwhelming emotions. Only the sound of Mother's ragged breathing, her wet hair clinging to her face, the scent of the forest and the rushing water surrounding them, brought him back to reality.

"Queen. Are you hurt?" he exclaimed breathlessly, pressing his body against her thighs. His dick pressed precisely against her damp lush thighs through the wet clothes, and he was sure she felt it.

Nymira, whose cheeks flushed with embarrassment, gently pushed Darian away.

"I'm fine, thank you," she replied, straightening her dress and smoothing back her hair, feeling Darian's touch.

Her eyes darted to the water's edge, where they found a bizarre sight awaiting them. His stallion, who was biologically Nymira's horse's son, had mounted his mother in a strange and unsettling display of nature's unpredictable ways, and the two animals were now entwined in a mating ritual, their bodies pulsating with raw, primal energy.

Nymira breathing quickened, but was it because of the sight of the entwined animals? Or because of the way her son's body brushed against hers as they stood side by side, watching the scene unfold. She felt the heat of his skin seep through her clothes and onto her bare flesh. She could feel the heat of his breath against the nape of her neck, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through her. His lips were dangerously close to her ear.

Darian chuckled at the scene before them, "Well, I guess that's nature."

"We should take them off each other"

Together, they approached the entwined animals, careful not to startle them. Darian could feel the heat of the queen's body next to his, her wet dress brushing against his skin with each step they took.

"Push your stallion aside," she said, her voice shaking with a mixture of discomfort.

As they worked to separate the horses, Darian couldn't help but notice how strikingly beautiful the queen looked, even in the midst of this unexpected situation. Her hair was slicked white, water droplets clinging to her long lashes and running down her flushed cheeks. Her dress clung to her body like a second skin, the wet fabric accentuating every curve and contour. He couldn't stop looking down, below her waist, where he had a small view of her vagina and blonde pubic hair. Realisation of seeing her private parts sent shivers down his spine.

Despite his best efforts to avert the gaze, his eyes kept straying to queen's figure, drinking in every inch of her body. He tried to resist, but the more he struggled, the more his eyes were drawn to the queen. He couldn't deny that Nymira's age only added to her beauty, giving her a regal and timeless quality that set queen apart from the younger women in the kingdom.

Darian rubbed his eyes, trying to shake himself out of this trance-like state and focus on the situation at hand. As he struggled to make sense of his feelings, he noticed the concern etched across his mother's face.

"She saw where I looked", he thought.

"Darian, are you alright?" Nymira asked, her voice heavy with concern.

Darian nodded, unable to find own voice.

Nymira, for her part, felt a flush of embarrassment rise to her cheeks as Darian's eyes lingered on her form. She quickly tried to compose herself, hoping that the strange incident would soon be over.

Finally, with a great effort, Darian managed to separate the horses and lead them away from the water.

"Let's return to the castle. I'm cold and need to change," she said, relieved to leave the awkward situation.

"Yes, of course," Darian replied.

He mounted his stallion quickly, not to rush back to the castle, but to conceal his boner, which threatened to erupt from even the slightest touch. As they went back to the castle, the memory of the horse's actions lingered in the air between them. It was a strange reminder of the unpredictable nature of the world and the primal forces that govern it.

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CHAPTER 5. CONFESSION TO THE KING

The throne room was uncharacteristically silent, save for the occasional rustling of robes as the King and his counselors took their seats. Prince Darian stood at the center of it, his eyes scanning the empty space, awaiting Inglud's words.

Inglud cleared his throat and spoke with a regal cadence, as if the room was filled with a grand audience. "Today, we gather here to determine the identity of your future bride. Where is your betrothed, Prince Darian?"

"She is here, my King," Darian replied confidently.

"Here? Lokir, Narim, do you see anyone other than Darian in this room?"

"No, my King," the counselors replied in unison.

"Neither do I. Are you playing games with me, Darian?"

"No, my King," Darian replied, maintaining his composure. "I have thought long and hard about your words regarding finding a worthy bride."

The King's expression softened, intrigued by this response. "And what have you decided?"

"That the only one worthy is Queen Nymira."

The King's expression shifted from curiosity to disbelief. "But Queen Nymira is your mother," he said, as if the prince had forgotten.

The prince met the King's gaze without flinching. "I truly believe that she is the best candidate."

A stunned silence filled the room as everyone processed the Prince's unexpected proclamation. Lokir's crooked smile revealed his yellowed teeth, while Narim's face remained unreadable and placid.

"Seems like Darian finds it's funny. Leave us," Inglud took off his crown and slowly descended from the throne to Darian as counselors left the room. "Explain yourself," King stood right over Darian." Right now!"

Darian remained outwardly calm, though his heart was pounding in his chest. "You said my future wife must be worthy. Who could be more worthy than Queen Nymira? She has already birthed Serpent-Slayers and could bear more."

"With you?" he sneered. "You are a complete disappointment, Darian. I had hoped for better. I thought you could at least find yourself a woman, but I see now you can't even do that. Forget everything I told you. Your mother will continue our family line and bear more children. And you. I'll deal with you later," Inglud's voice trailed off. "Take this fool away."

Without a word, the guards entered the room and led Darian away to his chambers. Despite the king's words, Darian remained resolute and focused, his mind already turning to his next move.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Darian reflected on the events of the past few days, his mind racing with possibilities and questions. Was this all a coincidence, or was it destiny? His heart beat with excitement at the thought of what was to come.

"I am ready," he whispered to himself. "I am ready to become Darian the Great."

The weight of guilt hung heavily on him as he carefully extracted a brick from the wall, revealing a small compartment where he had hidden precious belongings as a child. Only he and Narim knew of this secret hiding spot, and now it would serve a different purpose. With a trembling hand, he placed the small bundle inside, the bundle that held the fate of a life in its hands.

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Darian strode purposefully towards the ornate doors leading to the queen's chambers.

As he approached, Braga stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "You are not allowed to be here," he barked like a dog.

"I want to talk to the queen"

A sudden hush fell over the chamber as a voice called out from behind the doors. "Who's there, Braga?"

"The prince has come, my queen," Braga responded, stepping aside.

"Let him in."

"As you wish, my queen," Braga said his tone deferential as he opened the door and allowed Darian to enter.

As Darian stepped into the room, his eyes fell upon Nymira, who was gently cradling Tartuff and preparing him for slumber. She was dressed in a flowing emerald gown, her hair falling in loose waves around her face. The moonlight streaming in through the window cast a soft, ethereal glow upon her delicate features, and Darian found himself utterly entranced by her beauty.

"I hope you came to apologize," Nymira said as she placed the sleeping baby in a bed full of soft quilts. "Inglud told me everything. How could you say something like that? You have dishonored the king, you have dishonored me."

Darian sat on the king's bed, draped with a silk blanket. "Yes, I must have acted recklessly"

Nymira approached the bed and took a seat beside Darian. "Yes, you have. Your father is disappointed in you. If you go to him and explain that you weren't serious, he may be willing to forgive you."

Darian's eyes were fixed on his mother, who leaned forward slightly, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the plunging neckline. "I understand, mother," he replied.

Darian's hand glided along the smooth skin of Nymira's leg, lifting the fabric of her nightie. Every touch felt deliberate and meaningful, he lifted the hem of her nightie, savoring the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.

"Don't, Darian," she gasped, her hands pushing against his chest, her breath catching in her throat. "I am your queen. Your mother."

Her resolve quickly melted away as Darian continued to explore every inch of her body, his touch sending electric shocks of pleasure through her. She couldn't help but moan his name, the sound a sweet melody on her lips. "Darian," she breathed. The nightie slipped further up her leg, revealing more of her porcelain skin. She gasped and moaned, her mind clouded with a heady mix of desire and guilt.

Finally, he looked up at her with a fierce intensity in his eyes. " Don't fight it. I know who you are," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I also know how I feel. I love you, mother." The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning.

Suddenly, she protested, "No, that's enough." The mood shattered like a fragile glass. "You crossed the line, Darian"

But before she could say more, the chamber door burst open, and the king stormed in with Braga and a dozen knights in tow. "What's going on here?"

"I just came here to visit my brother and mother," Darian said, but it was clear that the king was not interested in hearing his side of the story.

"I told you he was here, king " Said Braga.

"Did you touch her?" Without warning, Inglud launched a brutal attack on Darian, striking him repeatedly in the face and head with his fists. Several of prince's teeth flew out, blood splattered on the floor, everything swam before his eyes.

"This is definitely a concussion," he thought.

Through the haze, he heard mother's voice, pleading with the king to stop. "No, Inglud," her voice trembling with emotion.

"Kill him, my king. Do it!" Lokir's squeaky and giggling voice reached his ears.

Eventually, Darian's body gave out and he fell unconscious. When he came to, he was in a dark, damp cell in the castle's dungeons. His head throbbed with pain and his jaw felt broken.

"I need some rest," he thought, slumping against the cold stone wall. But as he closed his eyes, he couldn't shake the feeling that his troubles were only just beginning.

CHAPTER 6. KINGSLAYER

Darian found himself confined in a small, damp dungeon with three cells lining one wall. He recognized the walls of the castle's dungeon, located several floors below his own chambers. Beyond the cells was a massive window overlooking the front yard, teeming with guards.

Time seemed to blur for Darian as he drifted in and out of consciousness, tormented by constant headaches. The only visitor he received during the captivity was the commandant, who arrived every evening with a meager portion of poorly cooked vegetables and scraps of meat.

One morning, he was rudely awakened by the sound of a commotion outside his cell.

"Wake up, prisoner," the commandant barked. "The king has arrived."

Darian lifted his head and saw a towering, white-haired man standing before him.

"You may leave, Frison," the king said with voice echoing in the damp dungeon. The commandant bowed and quickly exited, leaving Darian alone with the imposing figure of the king.

Inglud said nothing for a couple of minutes, his piercing gaze scanning the cell.

"Within a month, you will be sent to the North to extract gold in the cold mines with other prisoners. That's the life that awaits you from this point on. Be grateful that you're still breathing," the king said with a tone of finality.

"Fuck you."

Without warning, a huge hand seized Darian by the throat and lifted him up. His air supply was cut off, and he struggled to breathe as he dangled helplessly in the air.

"I could strangle you right here and now, but I don't know how I'll explain it to your brother," the king said, his grip tightening on Darian's throat. He released him, and Darian fell heavily onto the cold, unforgiving stone floor.

"I bet you enjoyed yourself," the king said after a pause, his words dripping with venom. "You had a chance to touch the queen. Don't be sad. At least now you'll have something to remember after a hard day in the mines. And while you rot there, I'll keep producing heirs with her. I'll impregnate her with the one while you're still in the castle. Think about it every second you're here."

Prince was silent. He crawled sluggishly into cells' corner.

"I can't believe you are one of the Serpent-Slayers," he king muttered before turning and exiting the cell, leaving the prince alone once more.

"You will believe," Darian thought to himself, despite the pounding pain in his head.

Struggling to keep his eyes open, he fought to piece together the events that just happened. "I have to remember everything. I have to remember my hatred," he urged himself, but his mind continued to slip away.

Suddenly, a figure loomed over him, and he recognized Narim's face.

"How long has it been?" Darian rubbed tired eyes and strained head to remember recent meeting with the King.

"You've been here for two weeks, my prince," Narim replied softly. "I am so sorry for everything that has happened to you."

"Yeah, me too." Despite the tumultuous circumstances, he couldn't deny that the one moment he had shared with the queen had made it all worthwhile.

"Prince. Do you hear me?" Narim clicked in front of his face.

"Yes, I can hear you. You don't have to click in front of my face. Have you come to say goodbye or what?"

"I'm sorry," Narim said, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "Actually, I have come to offer you salvation." He discreetly retrieved a tiny key from his belt. "Escape tonight. Start a new life, hide, and forget everything that happened. Forget your past life."

Darian scoffed, his body aching from his time in the dungeon. "And what? Live like a rat? You're underestimating me again, my old friend. I thought you would know me better than all those king's ass-lickers. I thought you would know that I am a conqueror! I am Darian the Serpent-Slayer." He rose, resting his hand on the cold wall of the dungeon. "I won't live like a rat in oblivion, forgetting my past. Just give me the key and go..."