Offspring with Queen Mother Pt. 05

"Honey, don't do this, it should... uhh... stop," she moaned, barely protesting, while he explored her vagina with his touch. In a second, he reclined on the bed, inviting her to straddle him. Slipping off her robe, she placed herself on him and with a gentle thrust he entered her. "Mom, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

"Uuuughhh, Darian," Nymira let out a surprised gasp. He started going deeper as she was on him and jumped slightly when he reached the end, he was balls deep inside, feeling her ass cheeks touch his balls.

"It's good to be back home." Darian paused for a moment just to once again enjoy being so deep inside her, touching her cervix with a tip. Once again balls deep inside his birthplace.

"Why... Why would you say something like that," she felt him inside, so deep, hardly believing he let him do it again.

Struggling to catch his breath, being fully in her, Darian looked into her eyes and whispered "Let's do some babymaking... Let's make a baby."

"Ohhhh, gosh, Darian," she moaned "We talked about this, ughhhh, honey, please, we shouldn't..."

"We shouldn't do what?" finally, as she was atop him, he shifted his hips, momentarily withdrawing before slowly sliding back inside her, but then moved back, up and down, creating a rhythm that began with a gentle withdrawal and a slow, deliberate reentry. He ruffled her hair, wrapping it around his arm, and with the other hugging her tightly around the waist and pounding her pussy with all his might.

"Uggggghhhhh... Darian" was the only thing she could utter under his animalistic thrust and speed. She squeaked, her breasts shaking with each thrust of his hips, thrusting upward. Her insides squeezed his cock sweetly, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through his veins. He found his own rhythm and began to move back and forth, enjoying the process, enjoying every second of penetrating her.

"Ohhhh shit, you are so good," he kissed her intensely, ravaging her pussy, thrusting inside her and increasing speed. Her saliva mixed with the taste of his blood from the wounded lip making her mouth taste so damn good. He was trying not to cum too soon, to enjoy it as long as he could. Humping his mom, fucking her like an animal while she was riding him. He mumbled. "You are a slut, Mom. I know you wanted Nome to fuck you and cum inside, so that...ohhhh shit... you could tell him you are pregnant by him,"

"No...honey...ogghhhhh... why are you doing...ughhh... this to me," she squeaked again, closing her eyes and biting her lip, limp in her son's hands.

"I'm so close. Tell me the truth and I will pull out, I won't do it inside. Now, say it," his gaze locked onto her eyes, a pleasurable intensity veiling his gaze.

"Yes... Yes," she surrendered completely to the overwhelming waves of pleasure. "I wanted him to cum... to let him cum and say it's his baby... Ohhhh...I'm such a bad mother."

"But you are mine alone, Mom. I won't give him this perfect pussy," he increased the rhythm, fucking and hugging her tightly almost breaking her tender back.

"Ughh, you hurt me, dear" She tried to break free of his dead grip, but he quickened his pace, each thrust becoming more urgent. He couldn't stop moving his hips, feeling the tip of her cervix each time he entered fully inside. And it felt some damn good. "My cock is created...for you, Mom...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck your mother." Each time he touched her deep spot she almost jumped on his cock, closing her eyes, holding her cry. He tugged harder on her hair and squeezed her by the waist, savoring Mom's soft tender body. He made several quick thrusts, pounding his birthplace, as her teeth shook from his wild thrusts, and at one point he realized from the look on her face that she was about to cum.

"Cum on your son's cock," he pulled her even harder by the hair, biting her lip. "Do it, Mom."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she locked her gaze onto Darian's. "Ughhhhh, Gods, ohhhh," her body trembled as she pressed her teeth into her lip, pleasure crossed her face. With a fleeting moment of intensity, she shut her eyes tightly and shuddered once more, the sensation coursing through her. "That's... amazing...ughh!" she managed to murmur, restraining the urge to release a full-blown scream of delight.

Darian could feel her inner grip tighten around his dick, urging him to strain to keep from cumming early.

She had been cumming for a while, completely collapsed in his arms. Darian kept pounding her pussy, feeling precum leaving his tip, getting ready to shoot seed deep inside her, to fill her womb to the brim.

As Nymira's mind regained its clarity, her quiet moans continued, even though she'd just cum, and she noticed a change in Darian's expression, realizing that he was nearing the edge.

"I know you are close, baby..ughhhh....please, put out" she moaned, trembling out of pleasure.

In a rush of fucking her, he recalled the question that had been on his mind. "You asked why I wanted to make you pregnant? Among all women in the realm... ohhh... why I wanted you. Why I wanted to fuck and impregnate my dear lovely Mother."

He looked deep into her eyes, feeling his climax finally approaching, she looked into him, seeking the response. Their eyes locked. As his testicles tighten, all his muscles tensed and breath quickened, he softly spoke. "Because I want to breed you. I want to breed you like an animal, Mom. Like those horses that we saw in the forest...Ohhh... I just want to breed you because you are a perfect woman for my offspring. And I don't care that you are my mother."

"Uggghhh, how can you say it," she looked at him, hardly believing what she just heard.

But he kept fucking her, pounding her pussy, thrusting with all his strength, hugging her tightly while she was atop him. "Just don't do it inside. You promised me. You said you will pull out...ohhh"

Darian smiled finally feeling the end approaching. "I will do it inside because you deserve it, slut. Will you give me a baby? Give it to me, ohhhh" At this point he flipped her over onto her back, ending up on top, and inserted his cock as deep as he could. "Ughhh, Mom" He was teetering on the brink of climax, a single heartbeat, a single thrust away from release, getting ready to unload his heavy balls inside her beautiful honeypot, with one hand gripping her breasts, with the other her neck "Take it, oh god, take it, Mom. Give me baby, ughhhhh" He looked deep into her eyes, and with one forceful thrust he entered balls deep, touching the tip of her cervix, "OOHHHHhhhhhh, Mom....Mom...CUMMING.. ohhhhhhhh," he pleaded and jerked, his release washing over him. He surrendered to the intense pleasure, feeling his strength drain away as he came. His body trembled, surrendering to the overpowering sensations as cum was leaving his balls and shooting inside his mother's pussy. It surged forth in a series of powerful eruptions, eruption after eruption, splurt after splurt. He came right inside her, his mother, with his childmaking hot liquid, filling her womb.

"Oh, goodness, Darian" she moaned, feeling him filling her insides, knowing there was nothing she could do about it. Seed surged into her, a torrent of warmth, as he surrendered to the throes of pleasure.

"Ohhhhh Mom," he was still pumping his seed inside her, still moving his hips forth and backward. Ecstasy surged through his body, leaving him in a delicious state of languid surrender. The post-orgasmic haze had left him temporarily lost in a sea of sensations. He let out a low, satisfied moan as his muscles relaxed, causing him to feel almost weightless in the aftermath.

"You did it again," she looked at him, biting her lips, while Darian was still cumming, feeling his seed enveloping his cock inside her as if he'd slid it into something slimy. He was so relaxed and drained.

"Please, now pull it," she ran her hand through his hair. "You've done enough"

He slowly withdrew his cock letting cum leak. "You're very naive if you think this is the end." He stroke it for a bit and then reentered again.

"Gosh, Darian.. What are you doing?" Shock appeared on her blushed face, and her wet hair was sticking up.

"I want to continue," he started thrusting inside again, fucking her, even though it was harder than he thought, to find the strength to continue, as he was still in the aftermath of his first intense release, but he wanted to make it again, to fill her more. He fucked her intensely, sweatin', jerking in, finding a tempo. He fucked her in jerky strokes, advancing on her cum-drenched pussy. The sheet underneath them had wet spots due to cum spurting from her vagina.

"You, boys, ugh, have so much stamina and you are so insatiable," she moaned again, going through another semi-orgasm as he reached her deep spot.

"I won't stop until I breed you," he kept pounding into her, enjoying every second of penetrating again, enjoying every second of it. "Damn, Dad was just a bastard for having you, for fucking you so many times."

"Don't... mention him."

"I just came but still hard, Mom, ughhh" he quickened the pace, unable to turn away from her boobs. He started liking, sucking her nipples figuring out it was full of milk. And fucked her even harder as she moaned, holding his head and going through another orgasm. "Ughh, Darian. honey..."

It was hard to tell how much time passed at this pace, he was fucking her for some time until eventually, a wave of pleasure began to build within him, he was close. "Ohhhhh, Mom, Mom, I love you. I'm so close, I'm so damn close...uhhhhhh"

"Do it, dear. Fill me up, I don't care now... finish inside me. Cum inside your Mother," she enveloped his body with her legs and head with her hands.

"Ohh, I'll do it for you. Fuuuck, take it, Mom, oghhh" he made a final thrust and felt something heavy hit his balls. "Ohhhh, Mom!" his testicles clenched and semen rushed straight forward, flooding Nymira's womb, all her insides, with a new flood of semen.

"Mmmmmm...I feel it, you are so incoherent when you come, honey," she smiled with a deep wild blissful smile feeling her son emptying inside her. "No one in my life came so much inside me before."

An overwhelming surge of euphoria enveloped him as he surrendered to the crescendo of pleasure. His entire being was electrified, causing his form to quiver as an almost primal force overtook his senses. It's like he lost control over his body so he allowed his primal instincts to guide him, letting seed flow freely inside her.

When the echoes of bliss finally subsided, he pulled out his cock and lay down beside her, feeling pleasantly weak and dry. It was beautiful.

It was already dawn outside the window. "I don't care what happens next. You can still fuck Nome, but I am the one who made you pregnant. I've left my mark on you. Forgive me for today, for this night."

Her voice, gentle and sincere, responded, "I forgive you. As I mentioned before, you boys just can't stand seeing another sibling having a good time with Mom. There's so much jealousy in you."

Completely drained, Darian found the strength to gather his clothes. "I'll see you this afternoon, Mom." He kissed her cheek and walked quickly out, making sure the castle corridors were empty.

CHAPTER 21. NO INTIMACY WHILE I'M PREGNANT.

"We have gathered here today to address a matter of great importance," Lokir's gaze drifted towards the left end of the table to Nome-- the war hero who had vanquished the barbarians.

The counselor then shifted his attention to the right end of the table, where Darian sat -- the kingdom's savior, the prince who had taken charge in its time of need.

A heavy sigh escaped Lokir, who felt Jason's presence behind him before he turned to see Nymira, seated across from him.

Her hands were folded over the gentle curve of her belly. She ran a hand over it.

"Today, we shall ascertain the identity of this child's father." Finished Lokir.

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The news came unexpectedly.

"Look how quickly Tartuff is growing," Nymira seated at the table and observed the now-toddler confidently exploring the room.

Darian quietly savored his chowder, sometimes glancing at Nome on the other side of the table.

Since the last time with the queen, he had never pondered whether anything was going on between his mother and Nome. In truth, he didn't care.

He had fulfilled his part and more than once.

Even if Nome took over from here, a potential child would still be his.

"It's wonderful to have us all together as a family again, just like years ago," she said while adjusting her dress. "Only sad your father is not with us," She lightly touched her forehead, and Nome turned his attention toward her, "It's odd."

"Perhaps you should rest, Mother? The last thing I want is for you to be sick," Nome glanced across the table as if Darian shouldn't be here.

"No need to worry, darling; I'm feeling better now."

As they sat side by side, Darian couldn't help but notice the pronounced swelling of her breasts, her nipples prominently evident.

A sudden kick to his leg drew his attention to Tartuff, who stood between him and Nymira, casting an envious, childlike gaze. "What do you want, spawn of Inglud?" The child looked suspiciously pale and seemed sick.

"He's growing so quickly," Nymira gently stroked the child's head. "Motherhood is a source of joy for any woman, and the more, the merrier. Giving birth and raising children are challenges every woman should embrace, and I'm more than ready for another."

Darian coughed.

"Are you saying...?" Nome leaned in closer.

"Yes, dear. It appears I'm expecting once again."

Darian and Nome exchanged glances, and Darian couldn't help but notice a unique sense of pride in the expression on the redhead's face.

"How can you be so sure?" Nome asked.

"Believe me," she replied with a serene smile, "I just know."

Nome gently took her hand. "That's wonderful news, Mother."

The unspoken question lingered in the air.

"I understand what you're both thinking. But I'll reveal the identity of the father when the time is right. I don't want this to be another stumbling block in our relationship. Now, I hope you both will be devoted sons and provide unwavering care for your mother in these coming months," Nymira gently passed her hand over her belly, even though there was no noticeable bump. "I never aspired to motherhood, but having sons as splendid as you two--I'm grateful I am. Pregnancy is challenging, but bearing a child of the Serpent-Slayers is a far greater trial. And, I'd prefer if we refrained from discussing the throne until after I've given birth. We can consult Lokir on how to present my pregnancy to the kingdom."

"That can wait. Can you leave us, Darian?" said Nome suddenly.

Darian was taken aback but didn't argue. He stood up, pale-faced Tartuf kicked him in the leg again and walked out under his mother's silent gaze.

"I am surrounded by enemies. How did it come to this that my own brother became one? This is my child, isn't it?"

He stood at the door with a lost look in his eyes. "Right?

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It was so thrilling to see her body changing. Her becoming a mother.

And at the same time, it was weird. She was becoming a mother of his child, and at the same time, this very child was his brother or sister.

Being at the same time father and brother was so weirdly thrilling to think about.

As the weeks passed, the transformation of her body became increasingly pronounced until, on one special day, the curve of her belly could no longer be hidden.

"I remember seeing her go through pregnancy with Tartuf, but now that she's carrying my child, it feels like an entirely new experience."

She sat next to him in the empty throne room where Lokir was reading out some news. Her hands were placed on her stomach to hide the emerging bump. She had made it clear, "No intimacy while I'm pregnant," prioritizing the well-being of their growing child above all else.

"Your Grace, our enemies... You Grace? Are you listening?" Lokir stood in front of the throne.

"Yes, yes. Go on."

"How many days do you think will pass before the people in the castle and throughout the kingdom notice?" asked Lokir suddenly.

Darian, visibly taken aback, turned his head toward the queen and noticed that she had fallen asleep. She was sleeping peacefully, sitting on her throne. Something she had never allowed herself to do before.

"The answer is zero." Lokir came closer. "Everyone has already noticed. We can't put it off any longer and my opinion is that it has to be reported."

Darian let out a chuckle. "Reported to whom? The citizens? There's nothing to report."

"The people need to know whose child it is. It would serve the queen no good to have rumors circulating that she is expecting a child from an unknown lover."

"And from her own son?"

"If we tell about the old traditions, then the kingdom will accept it. After all, you are their king."

"The kingdom don't respect me this much to accept it. That's nonsense," Darian took off his crown. "It will not accept this turn of events. Queen Mother pregnant by her King Son."

"You should give this some serious thought though. And we should also know whose exactly child it is, because..."

"Because what?" Darian's voice slightly trembled."Did Nome lay with her?"

"Yes".

He clutched the crown tightly, not understanding the very source of his anger. He had suspected it, after all, he knew it. But still.

It was painful.

He looked at her peacefully slumbering on the throne, looking so innocent and cute.

It was so good filling her. He did not want to share Nymira. Much less with Nome, and also now, while she's pregnant.

"Mother knows whose child it is," his grip on the crown grew fiercer. "She'll decide."

"Unless she decides to claim it as your brother's, even if it's yours."

Darian's expression tightened. "She won't do that."

"Who knows, Your Majesty. As the chronicler, I have seen women capable of all manner of things."

"Not my mother." He watched her sleep; her breasts heaving as she peacefully enjoyed her slumber.

Lokir moved closer, suspiciously close. He said, barely audibly.

"I've.... I've been wanting to ask you something for a while now."

"Go ahead."

Counselor hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I was just curious what it's like... I mean, how does it feel... being inside a mother? In that way..."

Darian leaned back in his throne, making sure with the corner of his eye that Nymira was definitely asleep, and tried to find the right words. "Well, where some might see the enigma of the forbidden womb -- I see a woman whose heart can be passionately pursued and won over. Once you get past that stage, when you think there can be no intimacy with your mother, that it's a dream too distant to reach, as you delve deeper into this internal battle, it becomes evident that this is a battle that can be won. When you emerge on the other side, a world of boundless possibilities and pleasures opens up before you, like an unexplored landscape waiting for you.

In this process, the place where you grew up inside your mother undergoes an incredible change. It stops just representing your mom's care and becomes a fascinating part of the amazing person you admire and love deeply. It's when you realize that your mom isn't just someone who takes care of you but also has her own wishes and qualities that you can value and treasure in a special way. And you can love her not just as a son, but also as a man."