Offspring with Queen Mother Pt. 05

CHAPTER 19. HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?

His eyes fluttered open, and he realized he was still lying in the grass. Darian reached out instinctively to where his mother had been lying, only to find the space empty.

He thought about what he did. What they did together yesterday. He wondered what would be his older brother's possible reaction and the kingdom's response. If Nymira's husband was dead, who was the father of the unborn child? Would Nome still choose to be with Nymira, knowing she was pregnant with his child?

He noticed someone's figure looming over him. "Mother?"

The reply came in a gruff voice, "Not quite, Your Majesty," Jason, the head of the guards, responded.

"Is it morning?"

"It is, Your Majesty. I come bearing a message from the queen. She wishes to see you in the council room immediately to discuss the events of last night. She seemed... quite insistent."

"I hope 'immediately' doesn't mean right this moment?" Darian yawned, still coming to his senses.

"Unfortunately, it does."

Darian sighed, pushing himself into an upright position. "Tell me at least," he ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Is she angry?"

"To be honest, Your Majesty, she appeared quite irritated."

"So she is."

It's hard to judge this woman. It's easy to get upset when you know your son knocked you up last night. Standing up, Darian gripped Jason's glove. "I appreciate your assistance."

"I'll accompany you to the castle, Your Majesty, if you don't mind," Jason offered.

"I know the way. Thank you."

"And still, your older brother... shall we say, a little irritated too."

Darian just nodded and thought, "So, I guess he knows." Along the way, castle guests who hadn't yet left after yesterday's celebration greeted him. While shaking hands, he noticed some strange looks--some judging, others playful.

"What is that about?" He noticed a dejected look on Jason's face. "Do you want to tell me something, Jason? You've got that 'I-don't-want-to-upset-the-king-with-news' look that I had seen more times than you think. What's happening?"

Jason glanced around, limited by the bulk of his helmet, ensuring no one could spot or overhear them in this secluded part of the garden. "Rumors are spreading throughout the kingdom, Your Majesty. Curious eyes have spotted the king and queen disappearing the other night after the celebration. Whispers from the servants and guests might soon weave all sorts of tales within the city and even beyond. It's none of my business, but perhaps it's time to make everything public?"

"Make public what?"

"You know what, Your Majesty," Jason said, looking meaningfully into Darian's eyes as a convoy of sentries passed nearby and saluted the king.

Darian sniffed. Now he's irritated too. "You are right. I suppose it's none of your business."

They were silent the rest of the way until a large wooden door adorned with an engraved bear's head appeared. "Wait here," Darian opened the door, instantly greeted by the familiar scents of mint, roses, and milk "Mother?"

Nymira stood at the end of the room behind a large table by the window. She wore a fresh dress with a V-neckline, her blonde hair cascading loosely. He couldn't help but think about his seed inside her. Suddenly, the idea of being both her son and the father of her child felt strange to him, yet there was an undeniable thrill to it.

"Come in," she said. "I left at dawn while you were sleeping. I wanted to make sure our rendezvous in the grass remained hidden."

Judging by my morning walk of shame, it's not like you succeeded. He walked over and looked out the window that opened onto the castle courtyard as Nome rode his horse through the gates, returning from the city.

Darian spoke first. "So he knows that we...?"

"I didn't confess, but your brother is smart. He guessed. And I fear it might shatter his heart," her fingers idly traced the edge of a table. "He's always been imposing on the outside and sensitive on the inside."

"Your favorite son," he replied.

She playfully swatted his arm. "Don't talk nonsense. You're all my favorites. When you're not trying to get under my skirt or impregnate me."

She stepped nearer and tried to kiss him on the cheek, but he used it, planting a kiss on her lips, and the kiss was far from a motherly one: instead, Darian kissed her with the fervor of a man enraptured by a woman. The flavor of his mother ignited an intoxicating pleasure, the forbidden taste. The taste of his mother. His tongue explored her mouth, savoring her unique taste. Pleasure coursed through him, his lips explored hers with an intensity that betrayed the bond of blood. Time waned until she gently parted from him. "No, Darian. We had a deal yesterday. One last time for..."

"For Nome being a King," he sighed, still feeling her on his lips. "I remember, Mother." The levity ebbed away as the atmosphere turned serious. "What did you want to talk about?"

"How do you think?" She slowly turned her eyes toward him again and touched his cheek. "I just wanted to ask you. To ask why you did it, sweetie."

"Why?" Darian chuckled softly, his lips curling into a wry smile. "You mean..."

"Why do you want to make me pregnant? Out of all the women within the realm, why me? Why your mother?" she pressed, furrowing her eyebrows.

Despite everything he went through, this question stumped him. "I don't think I know... Because I am the Serpent-Slayer, and because some traditions should be kept."

She chuckled."And that's all? Traditions? I have a feeling you're not being entirely honest, either with me or yourself. I could see it in your eyes yesterday. It's more than just preserving old traditions, my dear. It was something wild within you, fierce. It actually scared me a bit. It felt like I momentarily lost you... It's as if some primal force has taken hold of you, an animalistic urge."

Darian struggled to produce any kind of response. What could one even say in such a situation?

He remembered the look in her eyes. How she loved what they were doing, he recalled a look of animal enjoyment on her face. Breaking taboos, being inseminated by her own son. She may have been playing the strict and faithful wife, putting off such a strange relationship, but deep inside she loved it.

"Maybe I just want to surpass Nome, to be better than him. And I can't stand the thought of losing you." With a soft touch, he caressed her belly, a gesture as though pregnancy had already embraced her form. Nymira couldn't help but shiver, struck by the realization that Darian, her son, was attempting to mimic the role of her husband.

"If you bring up your brother, he never dared to cross that one line. He never let it happen in that way, not inside," she objected.

"So you don't deny that he fucked you? Just listen to yourself. You have a relationship with both of your sons. But didn't you promise to belong only to me? All these whispers behind my back, all these intercourses and talks like I don't notice anything. You forced me to do what I did. And I have no regrets. And don't deny it, you liked it when I came inside you. You enjoyed it!"

At that point, he got a smack in the face. The blow was harder than he would have expected from the queen. Blood spurted from the lip.

"Do not dare to talk to me in such a manner. I've shown you kindness for quite some time, perhaps more than warranted. Maybe it's time for honesty, my dear. If anyone within this fortress is worthy of bearing a child with me, it's Nome, not you."

She walked out, and Darian remained at the window, wiping blood from his lip. "How did it all come to this?"

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He stood there for a while, his lip was still sore. One question headed through his mind: "Why did I do it? Why I impregnated her? Why I impregnated my Mother? It's not about traditions anymore. Why am I so afraid to admit the fact that I just... want it." He left the room still in deep thought and just as he rounded the corner, a huge hand grabbed him by the throat.

The bear-like figure of Nome, immense in size, growled out the words, holding Darian as if he were a mere insect. "You think I don't know what you tried to do yesterday, little brother? Right behind my back." Darian tried to lash out, cupping his hand around his brother's throat, but Nome didn't even twitch.

"I...already impregnated... her. I won, you fool" Darian mumbled.

"Oh, wow, and I see you are so proud of it, trying to emulate our father." Something in the way it was said startled Darian, as if he were face to face with Inglud again. But Nome kept talking. "But that's not how it works, Darian. Take in this moment, the way I hold you. Do you feel like the Serpent-Slayer? Do you think you are the one? Do you feel powerful? You're the snake on our emblem, not the bear." Nome's huge hands clenched even tighter around Darian's throat. "Let me make one thing clear now. Pray she doesn't get pregnant, because once I know she is, once I'm certain she carries your offspring, my fingers close around your throat and snap. And after that, I'll shatter the fragile neck of a child you produced with our mother. And be sure, I will have enough willpower to end the life of a baby, both my nephew and brother."

Suddenly, Nome fell silent, his attention drawn to something behind Darian. Furrowing his brows, he flung him to the cold stone floor. Darian coughed, gulping air greedily.

"We're not done yet." With that, Nome walked away, waving his cloak.

"And this is the man I promised to hand over the throne to," Darian rubbed his throat painfully. He glanced up and spotted Jason at the far end of the corridor, unsheathing his sword. The head of the Guard shoved the blade back into its scabbard and approached the king. "Thank you, Jason. Once again, I find myself indebted to you."

"I told you he's irritated," said Jason, helping Darian to get on his feet. "Should I take any action?"

"No, he'll notice any surveillance, and it'll only make things worse. I'll handle it myself."

Darian wasn't as big as Nome or Inglud, but that had its advantages. He rubbed his throat and quickly followed the bulky man, leaving Jason behind. "Go back to your duties."

Soon enough, he found himself outside Nymira's chambers. "Of course, he would come here." Nome slammed the door behind him; there were no guards. Darian approached, listening.

"Is it true?" Nome's deep voice resonated.

"True, what? Can't you see I'm nursing and trying to get Tartuff to sleep? You can't just barge in like this, dear," Darian caught a glimpse of his mother's soft voice.

"Answer my question. Did you really allow him to put a child inside you? That feeble excuse for a Serpent-Slayer. Father considered him the weakest among us for a reason."

"Choose your words, dear. Sometimes you sound so much like Lokir. He is still your brother. To answer your question, no, I didn't let him do 'it'. What kind of mother would I be if my own son impregnated me?"

"So, it's false? And you're still not expecting?"

"No, I'm not. After your father's passing, it hasn't been on my mind." She shifted, and, judging by the sound, gently placed the baby into the crib. "But maybe it's time. I can make an exception for you. And I wouldn't object if... you do this"

"Do you want me to do this?" Nome coughed. "Do you want me to give you a baby?"

"Yes," Nymira replied. "I want it, honey."

Darian's heart sank. Could she truly betray him after all they'd been through? Maybe Lokir had a point. Perhaps Nome was closer to her because he resembled Inglud more.

"Then I'll do it, Mother," said Nome. "For you."

"Meet me at dawn tomorrow morning. I'll make sure there are no guards. No one will know, not even your brother. You can try to do whatever you want and father as many children as you desire. And I'll wait for you."

"Just us?"

"Just us."

A pause ensued, and Darian could almost swear he heard them kissing.

"And Tartuff..." Nome spoke again.

"I already told you, it's your father's, not his. I never let him do it inside."

"I've been away for a year. It's difficult for me to take someone's word as fact. I hope you don't lie to me, Mother."

Darian discerned footsteps and cautiously retreated. Fury boiled within him, but he realized there was little he could do, at least for now.

CHAPTER 20. I LOVE YOU, MOM

"I can't believe she did that--betrayed me for Nome," Darian's mind was a maelstrom of thoughts.

"Meet me at a dawn tomorrow morning" he could still hear Nymira's voice. "I need to somehow make Mother not be angry at me. But I need some advice for that."

Darian burst into Lokir's chambers without bothering to knock. Lokir was sitting at the table, his head in a bucket. Surprised by such a sight, Darian stepped back, then reentered, allowing the door to slam shut behind him.

Lokir quickly lifted his wet head, and streams of water ran from his hair directly onto the table, on papers and all the stuff "Your Majesty."

"What on earth are you doing?"

"I... I have a... hangover." Lokir said bashfully as if he had been caught in some horrible crime.

"No wonder. You should have drunk less yesterday," said Darian.

"Yes, yes. You're right. It's my weakness. I should have told you about that terrible incident when I last got drunk at the celebration. King Inglud was so furious when I put his crown onto my..."

"I'm not interested in that now," Darian replied. "I need some advice, Lokir. Some good advice."

Darian took a seat at the table, settling down. 'I did what I had to do. I impregnated Nymira, and it angered her. I thought that her pregnancy would help me retain the throne and the queen, but maybe I only made things worse. And now she has asked Nome to impregnate her. What should I do now, Lokir? Why did she betray me?"

Amidst their conversation, Darian failed to notice Lokir plunging his head back into the bucket as if he wasn't in the middle of a conversation with the king.

"Lokir!"

"Yes, yes." The advisor raised his wet head again. "Just please don't execute me or dismiss me. I have nothing but this position as an advisor."

"You know what, just..." said Darian with a sigh. "Just tell me. How do you know she's ready to get pregnant? Just tell me that, and I'll go. How do you know?"

Lokir rose from his chair, water still dripping from his head. "You are still young, Your Majesty. But we counselors and servants have long known that a woman's fertility is signaled by her monthly bleeding."

"Bleeding?" Darian shivered, catching a piece of cloth Lokir tossed to him from the corner of the room. Examining it, Darian discovered dampness -- a trace of blood. "What is this?"

"You can guess where it's from. Blood means her womb is ready for breeding," Lokir returned to his chair. "We've always handled these matters discreetly, shielding Nymira from such knowledge. Her own body remains a mystery to her. Just fuck her well these days, and nature will take its course."

Darian tossed aside a piece of the sheet. "I won't pry into that object's purpose in your room."

"And I thank you for that," Lokir continued. "Did you say something about Nome? Maybe our lovely queen just wants him to do it so that she could later say that her pregnancy is his job, and not yours. You really want to make her pregnant and be sure it's yours?"

"Yes," Darian said without hesitation.

"Then fill her as much as you can and make sure you do it before Nome."

Darian stood up and walked towards the door, hearing the splash of water in the bucket behind him.

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As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Darian felt the moment had come. He'll do it again, fill his Mother before Nome.

Summoning his inner courage, Darian's fingers met the cold, polished surface of the ornate doorknob, the night was unfolding. No guards were there, so Darian entered without a knock.

"Who's there?" Nymira's figure emerged, swathed in a loosely-draped robe. In a quick motion, she attempted to cover herself, but he glimpsed a sight of her nude body beneath. She was getting ready for sleep, and the room smelled pleasantly of flowers; Tartuff's crib was empty.

"Were you expecting someone else?" Darian asked.

"No... I wasn't," she said uncertainly. "I hope you've come to apologize for your words. Otherwise, I don't see why you should be here." With a deft movement, she released a barrette, allowing her flowing, blonde hair to cascade down.

"Darian moved closer. 'Yes, I...' He could not look away from her tanned legs peeking out from her dressing robe. 'I'm sorry for what I've said. I acted childishly and foolishly. If I've caused you pain, Mother, I am truly sorry.'"

"You kinda did," she said as she folded her arms across her chest, pushing her ample breasts forward through her dressing gown. "Basically, you called me a slut. It did hurt me, sweetie."

"I'm sorry," he said, drawing nearer. He extended his arms and enveloped her in a tender embrace. To his relief, she welcomed his gesture. He hugged her gently, feeling the weight of her breasts against his chest.

"It's okay," she said, returning the hug and resting her head on his shoulder.

"I'm just afraid of losing you," he said, pressing her tighter.

"You boys sometimes get a little envious of dads and siblings. Even when you were just kids, you had moments like this. It's tough to watch another sibling enjoying time with Mom. I know you envy and are afraid of losing me, but growing up means facing these feelings, Darian. You're forgiven," she said softly, her hand gliding soothingly down his back. "We must stay united, especially after your father's passing. We're family, and we need each other," she tried to pull away, though Darian still held her, enjoying the touch of her breasts and the scent of her hair.

"I love you," he whispered, his lips pressing a heartfelt kiss to her cheek.

"And I, my dear Darian, love you beyond measure," she replied.

Before releasing her, his fingers grazed the edge of her robe, as if about to unveil her form, but she hesitated, holding back. "No, Darian."

"May I see you, just one last time? Just a glimpse," he implored.

"Are you sure about that? Just a glimpse?" She hesitated, feeling the warmth of his body.

He nodded, and with a slight movement, she slowly brushed down her robe, exposing her breasts. They were full, nurturing, adorned with violet-hued aureoles, and had engorged nipples. His mother's soft breasts were brimming with life-giving vitality. Darian's heart raced, and blood rushed to his groin. He noticed a faint trace of milk on her breasts, probably left there from when she was still breastfeeding Tartuff.

He nodded and with a slight movement, she slowly brushed down her robe, exposing her breasts. They were full, nurturing, and adorned with violet-hued aureoles and engorged nipples. His mother's soft breasts were brimming with life-giving vitality. Darian's heart raced, and blood rushed to his groin. He noticed a faint trace of milk on her breasts, probably left there from when she was still breastfeeding Tartuff.

"That's it?" she quickly covered, pulling away and walking towards the bed. "Now go. It's late already."

Darian came closer to her from behind. "After everything that happened between us, there's no going back, Mother. We can't just return to being a normal family again." He kissed her on the cheek to say goodbye but then slowly moved to her lips, grasping her soft breasts with his hands from behind through the robe. "We can't be just mother and son again."

"No, Darian, please," her voice trembled.

"I know you want it," he slipped his hand under the robe, touching her clit, and gently put her down on the bed as she mewled with pleasure.

"Don't make me call for guards..." still wealky protested.

"There are no guards outside," he said with a wry smile. Trailing kisses along her breasts, his hands and tongue traced across her chest, igniting a series of pleasurable sensations. She moaned and at that moment, as she felt she was almost into it, he exposed his cock.