Offspring with Queen Mother Pt. 04

His cock immediately went all the way up. Gusts of pleasure darkened his eyes and he dropped his head onto her shoulders. He ground his teeth into the soft, tanned skin on her back and heard her gasp heavily as his tip touched the cervix. He froze in that pose, barely coming to his senses.

"Did you pass out?" she asked, smirking.

He took hold of her silk blonde hair, wrapping it in his hand, and began to move it back and forth at a frantic pace. "Uggghhhhhhhh... Mom..." the room was filled with the sound of his hips slamming against her ass. His balls strained, hitting her labia, her pubic hair tickling. He wanted his balls to hit with such force that it hurt him a little. He was fucking her like she was the best whore in the kingdom.

"Oghhhh... Just don't, don't stop, honey" she clawed at the wall, trembling with pleasure. He increased his pace, feeling how her vaginal walls clutched his cock, moving his hips back and forth, a rush of euphoria washed over them both.

A primal moan escaped his lips. "Ughhhhhhh... God, Mom. I am almost," he had waited so long that he was ready to finish this very second. Her velvety insides clenched around his cock with a greedy grip, as if they were unwilling to let go, amplifying the pleasure coursing through his veins.

"Ohhhhhhhhh Darian," her body shooked as she came. He wrapped his other hand around her breasts as he ravaged her pussy. "Ohhhhhh... I am... almost, "all his insides clenched, a rush of wild pleasure hit his head, his balls tensed and cock trembled. And at that moment he came. "Mooooooom... Ohhhhhh." Streams of pleasure rushed into his head, and he was flooded with pleasure and love for his queen. He could barely contain himself from screaming, trembling uncontrollably, and he could barely stand on his feet.

"Not inside, dear. Just not inside!" she moaned through her orgasm. He managed to pull his cock out as euphoria rushed into his head and cum began to splurt out of the head of his cock, right onto her ass. Eruption after eruption, splurt after splurt. Torrents of hot seed splashed on her great tanned ass that was now full of his white cum. He gripped his cock and shook it lightly, bending the skin, making sure she drained him.

He slowly put on his pants and adjusted the cape. "I wish it was inside her," he thought.

"That was great, dear," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. However, the kiss felt different, almost distant and cold. Like she was playing her role as a good lover today.

"So...you're certain you're not...pregnant?" he asked hardly breathing.

"No. Thank gods I'm not," she made sure the baby was asleep and wiped her body with a towel, getting dressed. "We were fortunate enough to avoid pregnancy after both times you... well, you know, finished where you shouldn't have," she answered.

"That's a shame," he remarked.

"A shame?" She abruptly halted. "Do you realize how incredibly wrong and twisted that is on so many levels? A mother impregnated by her own son. Thankfully, luck was on our side, and I am not pregnant. I refuse to take any further risks... That is why it must end, Darian."

"End? Do you mean end 'us'? Is that really because of pregnancy or just because of Nome? And what about 'the queen belongs only to the king'," he tried to remind her but she didn't forget.

"Exactly, Darian. I belong only to the king."

For a few seconds, he was trying to understand the meaning of her words. And the realization hit him hard. "No...He's not the king yet."

"It's over, honey. I'm sorry if it hurts you, but it is the truth. We can't be together anymore. Today was our last time. I told you that once Nome returned, everything would be as it was. We are once again simply mother and son. I will forget about our relationship and so do you... Now, I want you to leave. I need to prepare myself."

He stood there, shocked and unable to utter a single word. "If that's what you wish, Mother" With a heavy heart, he turned away and walked out, slamming the door behind him like an anguished child.

"I need a good drink," he thought, his cloak rippled with each purposeful step.

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Darian sat on the throne, thinking of the queen and her words. Clutching a mug of ale, he took a sip, listening to Lokir. The counselor paced the hall, back and forth.

"Tomorrow, we shall partake in a grand feast to celebrate the triumphant return of Nome and his glorious victory over the barbarians," announced Lokir. "At the same time, Nome wants to honor the memory of his murdered father. Are you listening to me or to that good ale?"

"Don't be envious. You'll have your fill of ale tomorrow during the feast," Darian took another sip.

Lokir's face darkened "Enviness is for fools. I don't envy. And, to be honest with you, I was banned to attend any feasts by King Inglud. And... I was also banned to get drunk. "

"As the new king, I grant you my permission," Darian set the mug aside and made a sign with the hand as if he were knighting Lokir. He continued, absentmindedly running fingers through the long mane. "Lokir. Did you find out about that very delicate matter that we discussed? The one concerning the queen?"

"Mm-mm-mm... You mean that one?" Lokir cleared his throat before responding cautiously, inching closer to Darian. "I think she will be ready by the time of the feast."

"So, I can impregnate her after the feast?" Darian asked.

"If that is your wish, to impregnate your mother, then yes."

And as Lokir finished, Darian grasped his frail hand. "Promise me you won't breathe a word of this to Nome"

Lokir studied Darian's face before adding. "Seems like you've also noticed Nome's interest in the queen?" he asked, unconcerned by such abrupt behavior on Darian's part.

"It is enough to have eyes to understand and notice everything," Darian released the counselor's hand and sighed. "Sorry for that. Do not forget who appointed you as chief advisor, and never overlook your duty to the kingdom... Promise me you will not tell him about the queen."

Lokir rubbed his hand and examined the king's tired face. "I won't, but the queen can do it herself. If you have noticed how Nome lusts after the queen, then surely you have also observed her reciprocation. Perhaps she would enjoy continuing the Serpent-Slayers tradition with the very son who most resembles her deceased husband. Maybe she even gladly accepts his seed."

"Did they..." Darian exclaimed, rising up. Images of Nome making love with Nymira immediately appeared in his mind.

"No. Not yet. And even if she won't tell him about her possible pregnancy days by herself, Nome may use your father's strategy. Just make love to a woman to the point she gets pregnant. How can she say no to him? He has just risen from the dead."

Darian shuddered with disgust and sat back in his chair, slightly drunk. Lokir reclined and retreated, leaving Darian alone to think. But before he left he said one last thing. "I have not forgotten what you have done for me. So I say this - think better of how to keep the queen. If you keep the queen -- you'll save the throne."

"If it was that simple" Darian made a final sip from his mug.

CHAPTER 17. FEAST

The feast to celebrate Nome's return and his victory began. Guests arrived, filling the hall with an array of guests, both locals and residents from distant lands. Lokir, granted with the king's permission, sat merrily among the guests, enjoying ale and shouting vulgar remarks. "Give me the biggest mug of your stinking ale, you, dumpy arseholes!" he called out, much to the amusement of some and the exasperation of others. Jason, the head of the guard, with a small group of huards stood behind, diligently keeping a watchful eye to ensure that Lokir didn't offend any of the esteemed guests.

Darian couldn't help but smile as he watched the whole scene. In moments like these, he could briefly forget the weight of his responsibilities and relive the cherished memories of simpler times. He longed for Narim's presence, hoping they could share a laugh together. Imagining his father raising a goblet and saying something hilarious, making the whole hall light up with laughter.

He observed the hall from his throne. Nymira was still gone, but that didn't upset him much. She definitely wasn't with Nome right now, because he was here too. The huge bearlike man, who had just eaten half a bull, sat not far away from Darian's throne, on the edge of the table, and kept his eyes on Darian under bushy eyebrows.

Rising to his feet, Darian raised his goblet and called for attention. "I propose a toast to my glorious brother Nome the Serpent-Slayer, the son of Inglud the Serpent-Slayer."

Guests looked at Darian, the hall went silent as the king continued. "Loyal commander, the greatest of all Serpent-Slayers. Well, second greatest after me," he added with a lighthearted jest, but barely anyone laughed. "Brother, son. Our father would be proud of your noble victory, Nome. You have achieved greatness for our kingdom. Let us raise our goblets, for I believe that one day, we shall all be reunited with our beloved father and our dear brother, Carlas, in the realms beyond. I drink to you. To Nome"

The guests echoed, their voices resonating as they raised their mugs in unison. "To Nome!" The hall resumed its lively cacophony, the clamor and feasting, the merriment of women, and the melodies of songs.

"I hope there is no such thing as an afterlife" Darian made a sip and took a seat.

"Those were nice words..." Nome spoke audibly enough for Darian to hear. His voice was like a bark. "You've changed, little brother," He sat on the edge of the table, close enough to Darian, rubbing his knuckles

"Indeed, as have you."

"I went through a war. For the first time without you and Father. And when I returned, I found my father murdered, my loyal advisor caged and the throne occupied by my little brother. That same brother who now shares our mother's bed?

"I have no idea what you are talking about," said Darian.

"Tell me. How is she in a bed?" The thunderer got up and moved closer, hovering over the seated king. With gentle force, he placed his bearlike hands-on Darian's shoulders, tightening his grip, and peered deeply into brother's eyes. "Nothing lasts forever. It ends now, little brother. I won't hang you for what you did to our father," he interrupted Darian's attempt to speak by tightening grip. "And I'll grant you some time to revel in your crown, have fun. But when the time comes, when I command you, you will abdicate the throne and return it to me. And you will forever live in my shadow only to be remembered as the Incurian king who reigned for a mere couple of weeks. Darian the Two-Week King. And then I marry our mother, who deserves the seed of a true Serpent-Slayer."

"I'll hang you up for such words," Darian said, but immediately felt the consequences. Leaning in as if to whisper something, Nome discreetly grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. "My patience wears thin, and it will eventually run out. You'll either be remembered as Darian the Two-Week or Darian the Traitor. It's up to you," he hissed before releasing his grip.

Suddenly, a familiar voice diverted their attention.

"I'm a little late," they both turned to see Nymira. Adorned in the exquisite gown, her upper garment was open, exposing a glimpse of her flawless, velvety skin, her lustrous hair cascading down to her shoulders. The gown accentuated her curves, lifting up her breasts. It seemed as if her ample boobs were on the verge of escaping the garment. "Have I missed something?" she asked innocently.

She couldn't help but notice the crimson hue on Darian's face. Before she could ask, Nome approached, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Mother, you look absolutely stunning tonight," he complimented her.

"You smell of ale, dear. Nevertheless, thank you"

Leaning closer, Nome whispered something in her ear, his words causing a fleeting concern to wash over her face that turned red. However, her resilient nature quickly surfaced, and her countenance resumed its usual composed expression. Taking a seat beside Darian, she watched as Nome took his seat by the table.

"I was a bit busy. Was there something between you and Nome?" she asked.

"What did he whisper?" Darian ignored her question.

"Oh, it was nothing." She delicately adjusted her bust, pondering something.

"That 'nothing' can cause me everything," he thought.

He remembered Lokir's words. Today is the day. "I need to impregnate her."

"Can we... meet today? I mean, this evening? And talk," he asked, making an effort to avert his eyes from her revealing neckline.

"Today? I'm not feeling well. Besides, I already promised to meet Nome tonight."

"To meet Nome?" he almost shouted out. "The bastard beat me to it, he's going to knock her up tonight," he thought bitterly.

"Yeah, is something wrong?" she asked, puzzled by his sudden change in demeanor.

"Nothing," Darian responded, mirroring her nonchalant tone from moments ago. He slowly turned his head toward the hall. "I need to think of something. I can't let him win"

Darian looked at Nome sitting at the table and again imagined him trying to knock up his mother.

He then glanced around the hall and right in time. Lokir, standing on the table, shouted something vile, while Jason tried to pull him off the table.

"Now I understand why he was banned."

CHAPTER 18. LAST TIME

The news that Nome was practically ahead of him knocked him down. He must think of something. The evening was drawing to a close. The guests gradually dispersed, but Nome was still sitting at the table, glancing over and over at him and the queen. Now he was busy talking to one of the guests. Darian sensed an opportunity and turned to Nymira.

"How about a stroll, then? In the garden."

"A stroll?" she repeated, her eyes narrowing with a hint of suspicion. "I'm tired, Darian. And I still need to meet Nome."

"Just a little walk. I won't overstep any boundaries, I promise, Mom."

"Fine. But just a short walk. There and back," she reluctantly agreed, and they discreetly slipped away from the Hall. The two of them ventured into the garden, seeking refuge from prying eyes. They found themselves near the very spot where the Inglud had met his death. He remembered how it all began, and who it was all for--her.

"I hope you're not going to bring up the topic of pregnancy again," she spoke suddenly, "That phase of my life is behind me. Time isn't making me any younger, and I can't bear children anymore, especially not Serpent-Slayers. I have long surpassed that age. That's why you should search for a fitting wife instead of... attempting to make me pregnant."

Darian sneered and asked, "Me or Nome?"

"Don't talk to me like I'm a whore who sleeps with whoever she gets. I am your queen, but still your mother. Sooner or later you will have to accept that Nome is the new king."

Darian guided her towards the edge of the lush forest, where a gentle stream flowed. The distant sounds from Triumph Hall reached them faintly.

"It's been quite a while since we've strolled like this," he said. "Just us -- mother and son."

"Yes. Is that all you wanted to talk about?" asked Nymira. "I should go."

"Just wait. If... if you allow me to be with you one last time, I will let go of our relationship and accept Nome as the king."

"Darian..." she sighed, a hint of disappointment threading through her words.

"One last time and it's over between us. Simply mother and son."

She looked at the water, contemplating his offer, and at that moment, he started to act. He kissed her neck and slipped his hands under her dress, fumbling for her vagina. "I know you want that, too."

"Why are you... like that?" she moaned, and he responded with a kiss on her lips before lifting her gently and placing her on the ground. "We'll be seen here," she said.

"I don't care," he positioned himself between her legs, gently laying her on her back and taking the missionary position. With one move he opened her cleavage, exposing her shapely and ample breasts. The gentle breeze caressed her skin, leaving her nipples slightly swollen.

In a wild rush of passion, he lifted her dress and, exposing his cock, ran the wet head over her wet lips. "Ughhhhh......" he entered sharply with the tip, and she gasped in pleasure. His cock immediately hardened as he thrust and began to move his cock forward, her wet insides embraced his cock. Finally, he got to the end, his balls meeting her cheeks.

"Ohhh... you are so tight, Mom," he leaned down and kissed her, her eyes closed, she was breathing heavily. Their tounges met and furiously, he moved the hips back, leaving her bosom. His whole body trembled, butt tensed. He moaned returning back with one primal thrust inside. With each movement, he could feel the pulsating heat of her body. He began to move back and forth, savoring the embrace of her velvety insides. With each animalistic stroke, her explored new and new depths of his birthplace. His fingers, which had an innate familiarity, gently caressed her boobs.

As he delved deeper into the experience, memories of his childhood with his loving mother came flooding back, adding a bittersweet layer of emotion to the encounter. He couldn't help but recall the warmth of her hugs, the comforting words she whispered in his ear. And now he was about to make her pregnant with his own child. With each movement, he could feel his mother's velvety insides responding. "You.... lied to me."

"Uhhhh... What are you saying?" she gasped, her hands instinctively rising to caress her exposed breasts, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. There was a clear expression of pleasure on her face.

"I know you.... ohhhh," he began to move slowly back and forth, enjoying the process, enjoying every second of penetrating her. "I know you can have more children."

"No, Darian..." he wrapped his hand around her breasts and moved sharply inside her again, making her moan. "Not inside, not....ughhhh...today," With each thrust inside her vagina, her whole body and breasts shook.

"I will... I will make you pregnant, Mom," he moaned. He fucked her like never before, getting ready for that moment of finality. It felt like the afterlife like he died and felt pure bliss. He intensified his thrusts, humping her wildly to the sounds of the water and the woods.

"No, Darian...ohhhh... Please, don't do this, dear. This..shouldn't....happen. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she tried to appeal to his sense of reason, to reach her son, but as she locked eyes with him, wrapping her arms around his face, all she saw was a primal lust and an insatiable desire to mate. He was consumed by his animalistic instincts. Nothing she said could stop him now.

She moaned even harder, tilting her head back either from pleasure or from the sudden realization that her son was about to shoot his hot cum right into her, to fill her womb with potent young seed.

He kept up the pressure, feeling the embrace of her warm, intimate depths around his pulsating cock. He fucked her many times before, but this one was special. "It feels so damn good....ughhh... I love you, Mom."

He could feel his climax approaching like a gathering storm. He was ready to share his seed with his mother's waiting womb, his heart brimming with anticipation. The realization washed over him like a tidal wave, enveloping him in a euphoria. There was a wild animal look in his eyes.

"You don't have to do this, Darian... ughhh," she gasped, her breasts moving in time with his thrusts. He felt himself nearing climax, his cock shuddered inside, thrusts becoming increasingly erratic as he struggled to maintain control, and each breath he took seemed to carry a wild, electrifying buzz. "Please... ohhhh... you still have time to stop,"

In that intense moment, he suddenly realized that a single thrust more would bring it all to an end. But Darian suddenly stopped, frozen in that position, breathing heavily. He was on the edge, another movement and he would release his seed right into his very own mother. For a second doubt overshadowed his instincts. How could he go through with it? In that moment of uncertainty, he locked eyes with her and found understanding reflected back at him.