Offspring with Queen Mother Pt. 03

"I see. Now, I need to ask you what I planned," he got up and took her hands. "I want you to marry me."

"I know it's an unconventional request, but I also know that as a king, I need to have a powerful woman beside me. And I can't imagine anyone else but you."

"I remember how you promised me that you would never talk about our marriage again. I can't marry you, Darian. Why can't you just understand it? I am your mother, and you are my son."

"A lot has changed since then. And you still owe me for what happened with Narim. Just think about it. I'll respect whatever decision you make."

She looked intently into his eyes, trying to determine the extent of his confidence. "I'll give it some thought, as you wish, son. You may ask me about it after your coronation." With that, she turned and left, leaving Darian to ponder his chances.

Was it too soon? What if he had to wait more time to ask her for that? Will she agree to be his queen on full terms and in every aspect? With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander back to the memory of the queen's passionate embrace. Despite the inherent wrongness of their forbidden love, he couldn't deny how incredibly good it had felt.

He still couldn't help but wonder what drove him to this illicit relationship. It's not about being like Prince Angus anymore but something deeper and more complex that he couldn't quite understand, something more primal and animalistic. Was it the thrill of breaking the rules? The desire of forbidden love?

Perhaps it doesn't matter now. Because it's done. Despite her decision,  he's the king now and the queen belongs only to the king.

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The Triumphal Hall was a grand spectacle, a majestic structure made of marble and stone that towered above the city skyline. Its vast halls and grand chambers were filled with the citizens of Incuria, all of whom had gathered to witness the coronation of their new king. The air was thick with anticipation as they eagerly awaited the arrival of their ruler.

At the front of the hall, a grand stage had been erected, adorned with the finest silks and tapestries from all corners of the kingdom. The throne of Incuria, an ornate masterpiece of gilded gold and polished marble, was centered on the stage, flanked by two smaller thrones reserved for the queen and the royal advisor.

As the doors at the back of the hall opened, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Darian, accompanied by his mother and advisor Lokir (who glowed with happiness as he was now the chief advisor), made their way down the aisle. Darian was resplendent in his regal attire, his crown gleaming in the light.

As the ceremony began, the High Priest of the kingdom approached Darian with the Crown in his hands. With a solemn expression, the priest placed the crown upon Darian's head, and the entire hall erupted in cheers and applause. The sound echoed off the walls, reverberating through the city like a thunderclap.

Darian looked out over the sea of faces, his heart swelling with pride.

"Long live King Darian!" cried out the High Priest and the crowd took up the chant. Darian looked around and whispered, "Long live King Darian."

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As the sun set on the day of his coronation, Darian was walking down the familiar halls of his childhood home, headed towards his mother's chambers. Despite his newfound status as king, he felt a twinge of nervousness in his stomach as he knocked on the door.

Nymira's soft voice beckoned him. "Come in"

He stepped into the dimly lit room, where she was sitting at her vanity, brushing her long blonde hair.

"Still remember how I came here after father's birthday. The first day when I understood that you..." he cut it out but then added. "That you are special"

A little awkward pause hung in the air before she spoke. "I will marry you, but on one condition. Promise me we won't be together as husband and wife," she said, making it clear. "No kissing or touching. I know it's not what you had in mind, but it's the only way I can say yes."

This was the kind of proposal he had envisioned. He searched her face for any signs of doubt, but all Darian saw was a sense of calm resolve. "And... what about love? What about companionship?"

"I'm not saying we can't love each other. We just can't be married in the traditional sense. Our relationship will have to be...unconventional."

"Unconventional," he repeated, still processing. "What about heirs? The line of succession?"

Nymira's eyes flickered with amusement. "We'll figure it out, dear. Besides, you're not the only child I have."

For a moment, there was silence between them as they both processed the weight of what had happened. Then, Queen Nymira let out a small laugh.

"What's so funny?" Darian asked, surprised.

"I never thought I'd be having this kind of conversation with my son."

"It's nice to see you finally smiling," he said, stepping closer and examining her dressing gown, which covered her whole body. She probably had realized that she shouldn't be parading around in her thin nightgown in front of him. He gently reached out and placed his hand on her soft, delicate shoulders. With a tender touch, he moved a strand of her hair away from her neck and leaned in to place a soft kiss there.

"I want to spend the night here with you in your bed. Today marks my first day as king, and I desire to feel the presence of my queen by my side. Would you honor me by allowing me to sleep alongside you tonight?"

"I'm not sure that's appropriate," she blushed, considering his request. "But, well, fine," she murmured. "You may stay. Just remember, don't do anything improper."

"Of course, I won't," Darian replied trying to look innocent. "I just want to be close to you, Mother."

Queen Nymira's cheeks turned even redder, but she nodded. As he undressed and got ready for bed, Nymira began to breastfeed his younger brother, who had been peacefully lying in the toddler's bed all this time. He watched in amazement as she cradled the baby in her arms, her nurturing instincts on full display.

"Turn around, Darian," Nymira said, catching him staring. "You shouldn't watch me do this."

"As you wish," he couldn't help but feel jealous of the child, since Nymira's attention was fully focused on him.

"I'm ready," she whispered a few minutes after, placing baby in a crib and peeling off her dressing gown,  revealing a sheer nightie that left little to Darian's imagination. As she settled into the bed, her curves were accentuated by the soft glow of the candlelight, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. The sight of her V-shaped body sent his mind reeling, and his heartbeat quicken. He swallowed, part of him wanted to reach out and touch her, to explore every inch of her body, but it was not the time yet.

"Good night" he managed to reply, trying to keep his voice steady as he climbed into bed after her.

CHAPTER 13. SEED

It was weird to sleep together at first. Only the faint rumbling of the fire in the hearth interrupted the silence. Darian could hear her breathing, and feel her long, silky hair cascading over the pillow; she was so close, just reach out and touch. Because of these thoughts, he got immediately hard. He discreetly took his shaft out of his pants, hoping she wouldn't wake up, and moved closer, feeling the tip slightly touch her back.

"Is it worth trying again?" he moved closer and suddenly heard the queen's voice.

"I never wanted to be a queen or mother. When your younger brother died I was horrified at how little his death affected me. How much I didn't care. I convinced myself that he died as a worthy warrior, but shouldn't I, as a mother, still care? I was a terrible mother to you and here are the consequences. I came while you were inside me."

"That means you're the best mother," Darian whispered as he pulled the strap of Nymira's nightie off her shoulder, revealing a sliver of smooth skin. He planted a soft kiss on the exposed flesh, trying to comfort her. The heat of her body was felt on his fingertips. "If your body tells you it's right, then it is. I know you want it. I can feel your heat, feel your breath." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck.

Nymira turned her head to him, and their eyes met. "I can't, Darian," she pleaded. "Don't do what you'll regret."

"Today we are not mother and son," he murmured, his hand sliding down her arm to take her hand. "Today, we are king and queen." He pulled her closer, as Nymira melted into his embrace.

He quickly found its way between her legs and, spreading her nightie, fumbled with fingers over her already wet vagina.

"Ohhhhhhhhh... Darian," she groaned.

"Say it. Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me. Fuck me, please."

"That's what every son likes to hear from his mother." There was no need to ask twice. He quickly pointed his dick between her legs and touched the head of her labia with his cock through the public hair. She flinched again.

"Can I kiss...ughhh... you?" he said as she mumbled something unintelligible, biting her lip. At that moment he began to move inside, entering her vagina. "Ughhhhh... Yeah, you are still good." He felt a sudden burst of love as he was entering her warm bosom deeper and deeper.  Finally, his ballsack touched her cheeks. Darian moaned, fighting the urge to scream, biting the lip.

"Ohhhhhhhhh... Yes. Right there," she trembled with pleasure when he hit her deep spot.

"How I've missed this. Do you like it?" he gripped her soft breast, with a bright areola, through her nightgown with all his might, feeling her nipple between his fingers.

Finally, he began to move his hips backward. 'You are so tight,' his cock came out fully and the next moment he jerked forward, finding himself fully inside her again, feeling her vagina clench and public hair tickle. He found a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through them both.   

As they moved together, his hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the softness of her breasts with meandering blue veins. "Do you like it?" Every inch of him was alive with a delicious, almost unbearable pleasure, and he felt himself being pulled deeper and deeper inside her. "It's so wrong but so good. I'm sorry, uhhhhhh." An intense surge of pleasure pulsed through his veins as he began to move his hips in a rhythmic motion. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge, their bodies slick with sweat.

"Ohhhhhhh..I love it... just not so fast". It had been years since she had felt the warmth of desire, and yet here it was, emanating from her own son.

Her skin was soft and warm pushing against his ballsack, and he could feel her every breath as they moved. He savored the sensation of her curves and contours, relishing in the way their bodies fit together. "I can't believe I'm fucking you again," his breath hot against her ear.

"Don't talk," she whispered back, pulling him closer.

"Kiss me. Kiss me or I'll stop," he demanded, his lips hovering just above hers.

"No, don't stop," she moaned, as he continued to drive his hips back and forth, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body.  He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The warmth of her mouth was insane, and he felt a rush of passion coursing through his body.

"Ohhhhhhh... baby," she groaned, a deep and primal sound escaping her lips as he continued to move his hips back and forth, his hardness plunging deep inside her.  

"Do you like it?" he increased intensity, his hips began to drive back and forth, feeling the grip of her insides.

"Yes... yes....ughhhhhh"

"You like what? Say it."

"Don't make me say it," she gasped, feeling her body arching towards him.

But he wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily. "Say it," he demanded his voice rough with desire.

"I love being fucked by my son."

He responded by lifting her leg even higher, biting the nape of her neck with his teeth in a possessive gesture. She cried out, her body trembling. Their lovemaking intensified, building to a crescendo of passion that left them both breathless. The rush of sensation that came with being with her was overwhelming, and he felt his heart beating out of his chest.

He had never felt so alive.

Darian stopped, turning Nymira onto her back and climbing right on top of her, between her legs. "I want to see your face." With these words, he again burst into her warm vagina and gasped with pleasure. "Ughhhh... Mom," he took off her nightgown, completely clasping her breasts with both hands. She moaned in pleasure as he continued to drive his hips back and forth. Her hands roamed over his muscular back, fingers digging into his skin as he thrust deeper inside her. Closing her eyes, she tried to contain the pleasure, but it only drove him even more crazy.

"You are a great... partner. Ohhhhhhh. Woah. Don't stop, I'm so close, she locked eyes with him, and without hesitation, pulled him in for a fierce, passionate kiss. Their lips met in a heated collision, sharing saliva and igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them for far too long.

With that, he started ravaging her with wild, furious thrusts, lost in desire.

The bed trembled, and her breasts twitched with his thrusts as he completely smashed her. "Ohhhh... you are so fuckable, Mom. I'm almost..."

"No, I'm not yet uuuuuhhhhh," The hunger in her eyes set his nerves on fire, igniting a desire deep within him. He could feel the pulsing intensity of the moment building, the scent of her skin filled his nostrils, intoxicating him as he drowned in the ecstasy of her touch.

 "You are so beautiful, You are mine now. You are my wife now, Mom. My queen. Say it," he gazed at her, trying to take in every detail of her face, every curve of her body, her perfect boobs with bright purple areolas.

"I'm yours. I'm only yours," she moaned between intense kisses, and within a second, her body trembled. "Ohhhh..yeah... Darian."  Every inch of her quivered with delight as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her breath came in gasps, her body trembling with the force of her release, she tried to keep silent but her moans still found a way out. She was spent, drained of all energy, and yet utterly consumed by the flood of pleasure that had washed over her.

Darian felt her insides clasping around his cock. He was still going, moving his dick the full way in and out. The sound of clasping his balls against her cheeks was enough for him to finish but he wanted to make this moment last longer. He knew he was close, so close, and he could feel her body responding, he could feel the heat radiating off her body, the way her muscles tensed and shuddered beneath his touch. He was teetering on the edge, so close to the precipice that even a single breath could send him tumbling over.

"Don't cum inside," she gasped, her voice tinged with desperation, while she was recovering from her orgasm fully at his disposal. "Please, don't."

He hesitated, his body still thrumming with desire.

"But you're already pregnant," he murmured. "With Inglud's child."

She stared up at him, her eyes wide. "Don't do this," she whispered. "That's the only line we haven't crossed yet."

As he continued to move, Darian knew that pulling out would be difficult. He couldn't imagine leaving her warmth and the feeling of her body wrapped around him. "Ohhhhhhhh," he groaned and focused on the feeling, trying to make it last, but finally, he felt it slipping away. His thrusts became unstable, and his hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the softness of her breasts. The soft caress of velvet-like warmth spread across his skin, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

"I love you, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, my dear," she murmured, her fingers clutching at his back. "Pull it out, Darian. Right now"

But he didn't. "You are mine now, I want you to take my seed." With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, driving his hard length as deep as he could go until he brushed against the sensitive flesh of her cervix.

She gasped in surprise, a look of realization crossed her face, her eyes widening with a mixture of desire and shock. "No, Darian. Not inside. Don't do this. You are making a mistake."

With each passing second, the waves of pleasure grew stronger and more intense. He gasped for breath, his body trembling with the sheer intensity of it all. He almost fainted with pleasure, everything went black before his eyes. The room spun around him as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him.

"Ohhhhhhhh... Mom, Mom, Mom. Cuuumming!"  he looked right into her eyes and finally every fiber of his being quivered with an overwhelming sense of pleasure, fueled by the deep love he held for her - his mother. His balls exploded and a torrent of cum erupted from his cock, flooding her womb with hot cum. Eruption after eruption, shot after shot right into her vagina, filling its womb and sucking the life out of him. "Ughhhh. Mom. I'm cumming in my own mother," he trembled feeling cum leaving his balls and entering her womb. It splurts inside, filling her insides and leaking out. He was cumming for a total minute, emptying his balls right into her hot prepared mother's womb.

"No... Darian, you can't... I'm your mother!" she tried to protest, still feeling pleasure, placing her hands on his hairy chest.

His entire body trembled, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy. The sensation of pure bliss consumed him, leaving him powerless to resist. His balls tightened touching her cheeks. "Ahhhhhhhhh I love you, Mom." Darian's mind was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure, unable to think of anything else. Finally, as the intensity of the pleasure began to ebb, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. For a moment, he lay there, basking in the afterglow, feeling more alive than he had in ages.

"Darian...what have you done", he heard her hard breathing beneath him.

"I.. made you my wife. You are my queen and I am your king," he said still balls deep inside.

Darian collapsed on top of her, burying his face in his mother's hair, trying to shut out the world. "I want to sleep while I'm still inside of you," his breath hot against her skin, his hands on her chest. "You are my wife now... And you will bear my children. I love you."

But there was no reply. Nymira's fingers traced over Darian's muscles and through hair, but her mind was elsewhere. She was still reeling from the realization of what they had just done - a taboo mistake. Mother and son - the thought alone made her shudder. They shared a bond that went beyond the traditional roles of mother and son.

CHAPTER 14. LIFE AFTER

He woke up fresh. Last night marked the beginning of a new life. He became a king and cummed right into his queen. Inside own mother. The sensation of unearthly pleasure still washed over his body.

Slowly turning around, he noticed that Nymira was still asleep. The sun's rays were falling on her body and delicate face. She, once a symbol of unconditional love, now carried his seed within her.

It was so strange to realize that he had done it, climaxed inside of her.  Wasn't it a mistake?

The sight of her breasts peeking out of her nightgown disrupted his thoughts. He crawled a little closer, kissing Nymira's cheek and slowly moving toward her lips. But at that moment, Nymira woke up and pulled away.

"Don't..."  she whispered and rubbed her eyes.

All Darian could do was go back to his side of the bed.

"We did it again. I surrendered myself to feelings and pleasure one more time. And spent the night with my son," she said after a brief pause. "And this time you came into me."

"It was an accident," he said, trying to make her feel better.

"I hope so," she got out of bed, and he watched as the sunlight enveloped her neck, her shoulders, and her chest. Suddenly, she threw off the straps and fully revealed the view of her full breasts. Darian was mesmerized by the sight, and his heart began to pound with renewed vigor. He noticed her nipples, the veins, and the little stretch marks.