Darian's eyes followed as the letters and words on the parchment turned to black ash before him.
"Thank you, Narim," he murmured.
The old counselor sank into his seat, sighing heavily as he considered the gravity of what they had just done. "Is it worth notifying the Queen about Nome?" he asked, his voice heavy with apprehension.
Darian shook his head, "No, I don't think we should. I'll talk to her...actually, I wanted to talk to you about the queen."
Narim rubbed his eyes wearily and fixed his gaze upon the young prince, trying to discern the purpose of the visit. "Go on," he prompted.
Darian took a deep breath, bracing himself for the words to come. "I intend to carry out the king's last will...and breed," he stated, the discomfort evident in his voice.
"With the queen," Suddenly Narim interrupted,
"Yes," He said simply, unsure of how to proceed, surprised by that interruption.
The counselor fixed his gaze on prince. "Darian, I want you to tell me honestly. I just did you a favor, and now I'm asking you to do the same. Tell me. Did you murder the king?"
For a tense moment, the two men locked eyes, each searching the other's soul for a sign of deceit. "I still can't forget about the key I gave you..."
"I swear to you, I had nothing to do with it," Darian interrupted him, his voice steady. But the counselor's doubts lingered.
"I understand," the counselor said, his expression softening as he seemed to grasp the truth without further words. "Regarding the queen, I will only approve your...interrogations...under one strict condition."
"And what is that?"
"You won't 'breed' with her," the counselor spoke the words slowly and deliberately, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "You will not make offspring with the queen. Do you understand?"
Darian hesitated for a second, taken aback by the counselor's blunt request. But after a moment of consideration, he gave a resigned nod. "Fine."
"I want you to promise me, Darian. Promise me!"
"I promise, God. I promise I won't make offspring with queen-mother," he vowed.
There was a pause before the counselor spoke again. "Good. Then we have an agreement. That is all. Remember, you will be closely watched during your interrogations."
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Days turned into weeks, and people started to expect Darian to become a king. The kingdom was abuzz. And yet there were those who believed in Nome's return as rumors about him beeing alive grew.
It was a day like any other when Darian received a word from Lokir that everything was ready. The Queen was waiting for him in her chambers.
"So, that's it?" he thought, his mind racing with disbelief. "Have I really won her hand in marriage just like that?"
"Come in," Nymira's voice floated through the door after a short knock.
Darian entered to find his mother standing by the window, her usual green robes swishing softly around her ankles. The room was warm and familiar, much as it had been on the King's birthday.
"I came to talk. I know I made a promise to you..." Darian slowly rounded the bed, but did not come closer. He made sure little Tartuf wasn't by the hearth; Gertrude must be busy with the child.
"I know what you came to talk about," Nymira's voice was muffled and calm, with a hint of irritability, as always. "Lokir told me everything."
"He did?" Darian tried to look surprised, barely able to hide his amusement.
"He spoke of the old Serpent-Slayers tradition of a mother sharing a bed with her King son."
Nothing in the queen's demeanor or words gave away her attitude toward all that had been said. Is she annoyed? Is she angry? Or is the queen agreeable and willing to obey her fate?
"So?" he asked, unable to decipher her thoughts.
"So it's time to put an end to this abominable tradition," Queen Nymira declared, her voice firm and resolute. "And besides, as the king's first son, Nome never stooped to such base acts."
Darian scoffed. "And look where it's gotten him and the king."
The queen's plump lips and eyebrows curved in anger at her son's disrespectful tone. "How dare you speak of your father and brother in such a way?"
Darian stepped forward, circling his mother as she watched him warily. "Mother, I know you have doubts, but you must remember what you told me. You are a strong, fertile, and beautiful woman. My seed is as potent as King's, and you are the only one capable of producing Serpent-Slayers."
Nymira's eyes widened in shock as she realized where her son was headed. "Darian, no," she whispered, taking a step back.
But Darian was undeterred. "In the name of king's memory and for the sake of the kingdom, I shall continue what he started. Do not make the mistake of denying me."
As he spoke, Darian's words carried a weight that seemed to fill the room. Nymira felt her resolve begin to falter... But still, the thought of bearing her own son's child was a daunting prospect.
Realizing the true nature of Darian's intentions, Nymira turned away."I had hoped you'd abandoned those foolish ideas that led you astray before the king's death. Get out. I don't want to see you, Darian. Nome will return, and he will be the true king the kingdom deserves."
"As you wish," Darian sneered as he left the room, his anger palpable.
Before he could depart, however, Nymira had one final revelation to share. "The king and I were together when he died, and I am already pregnant with a child. I have no need for another one."
CHAPTER 9. NOW OR NEVER
He spent the rest of day in thoughts. He can't take her by force, it's just doesn't seem right and it shouldn't be like that. And, by the way, Narim clearly messaged him what happened with last person who tried to rape the Queen.
Darian couldn't shake the memories of the way Nymira had reacted to his words. The way she had paused, considering the proposition. Was it possible that she was willing to agree, unless it was all a figment of his imagination?
Darian spent hours lost in thought, replaying every moment of his interaction with the queen. The subtle nuances of her gestures and expressions haunted him, leaving him with a desperate hope that his desires were not in vain.
But for now, all he could do was wait and hope that fate would somehow bring them together in a way that was both safe and mutually satisfying.
The moon rose high outside the window, the middle of the night approaching. It was drizzling outside. Darian carefully pulled the small tobacco pipe away from his face and stared into the moon. As he turned to light a pipe, a shadowy figure in a black coat sprang from the shadows, sword drawn.
Darian's heart froze as the attacker lunged towards him. He struggled to defend himself, parrying the blows as best he could. It wasn't until the assailant paused for a moment that Darian recognized the face beneath.
"Braga?"
The bodyguard's eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he leveled his sword at the young prince. "I have dreaded this moment for years, Your Highness. Don't you remember my promise? With the king gone, the time has come for me to rid our kingdom of your weakness once and for all."
Darian's mind raced as he dodged another blow from the sword. He stood his ground, his sword flashing in the dim candlelight as he parried Braga's strikes with all his might.
With a powerful shove, Braga threw Prince Darian against the cold stone wall. Darian stumbled, his head connecting with a brick which dislodged from the wall and clattered to the ground. Pain erupted through his skull, but he had no time to recover as Braga loomed over him, sword raised high.
"The spy gave me permission to kill you, Darian," Braga spat. "I'm sorry, but you wouldn't make a good king anyway"
But in that moment, something sparked within Darian's mind. He recognized the fallen brick at his feet - a brick from his own hidden masonry. Without a second thought, he seized the dagger he had used to kill the king and hurled it with precision at Braga's neck.
The blade pierced the full neck of the queen's bodyguard, sinking deeply and causing blood to spurt out. Braga's sword clattered to the ground as he grasped at his neck, eyes wide with shock and pain. As Braga stumbled back, Darian seized the fallen sword and thrust it into opponent's heart, determined to end the battle once and for all. With a final, desperate surge of strength, he hurled bodyguard out the window, watching as the man's body plummeted down into the abyss below.
"I am the King now. Long Live King Darian."
He rushed to the doors, tightly but silently closing it behind, he went to the queen.
Torchlight illuminated the narrow corridor as he made his way towards the queen's chambers. The whiff of draught and the flickering light of torches followed him as he moved deeper into the castle.
Finally, he arrived, only to be met by two guards.
"I'll keep an eye on the queen to make sure she's in no danger," Darian stated.
The two looked at each other, pondering what had been said. Nevertheless, no one resisted as he entered, closing the door tightly behind.
As Darian entered, the night fire whistled dimly in the hearth, saturating the room with warm air mixed with the scent of mint. Tartuf's crib was empty, which meant that the child must have been hidden somewhere safe for the night.
Prince's heart ached as he approached the bed where his Mother lay. He couldn't help but notice the gentle rise and fall of her mesmerizing breasts, her blonde hair spilled like a river of silk across the pillow, framing her face in a halo of softness. The light of the moon filtering in through the window cast a gentle glow across her skin, highlighting the delicate lines of the cheekbones and lips. Even in sleep, she exuded a regal elegance that left Darian in awe.
His gaze fixed on the swell of her breasts visible beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. The unexpected sight caught him off guard, causing his heart to beat faster with a sudden rush of desire.
With trembling hands, Darian slipped off his cloak and placed it on a nearby fur-trimmed chair. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves before making his way towards mother's bed, shrouded in darkness. However, Nymira stirred from her sleep, her eyes gradually adjusting to the faint light. She could make out the silhouette of her son standing beside her.
"Don't..." she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper."We can't do this..."
He gently threw off the blanket, exposing the view of Mother's entire body. His breath quickened as he climbed onto the bed, consumed by a rush of lust. Her gray eyes stared at him in the dark, the look on her face drove him crazy.
"I am the king now. You can't say no to me. We do this for the kingdom, Mother," he growled, moving his dick closer and climbed on top of her. "Your body belongs to me now."
Nymira's heart ached with conflicting emotions. She knew this was wrong, but the feeling of Darian's body against hers was overwhelming, and the power dynamics between them seemed to blur in the heat of the moment.The memory of that fateful day in the woods came flooding back, overwhelming her senses. She could still see the magnificent stallion mating with his own mother, a sight that had left her feeling both aroused and horrified.
And now, as seeing intensity in Darian's eyes that she knew all too well, she made no move to resist. The pull of their shared taboo was too strong, drawing them together in a primal and forbidden desire.
Without a second thought, he pushed his hips forward and entered his mother's pussy. They both shuddered with pleasure, though he only entered her with the tip of his dick.
"I'm going all the way in," he said. His cock began to move deeper and deeper into his own mother. He still couldn't believe it was happening, and the sensation of ecstasy completely blinded his eyes. It was so... strange to be inside her, but so good at the same time. The sight of her face engulfed in pleasure, the way she held back from showing him her euphoria was driving him crazy and he could have sworn he was going to cum in that moment.
Finally, he reached the end, and he knew by the look on her face that he had reached a deep spot inside her. She cried out; it was nothing like the soft, contented sighs he had heard that night with the king.
"How... you," she managed to gasp, her breaths coming out in ragged bursts.
With a sudden movement, she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and hands around his neck, drawing him down to her in a heated embrace. Their bodies fused together like two halves of a single whole, lost in the ecstasy of the scene.
For a while he just enjoyed the moment, enjoyed beeing fully inside her, ripping mother's nightie and wrapping hands around her full breasts, squeezing and licking them.
It seems she was still trying to protest, even now, muttering something like, "No, no... We can't, Darian." But he wasn't listening.
He slowly moved his hips back, gradually working his way through her vagina, she cried out again, and the sensation of pleasure hit his mind like a trumpet or a punch.
"Ooohhhhh. You are so good..." he mumbled, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned in to kiss her, greedily sinking into her plump lips, as he couldn't get enough of her. She squeaked in surprise, trying to pull her face away, but she couldn't. It was as if their tongues had merged together, and at that moment he made a powerfull thrust with his hips forward, as if trying to tear her apart from inside.
"Oh... Darian," she moaned softly, still trying to break the kiss.
He pressed forward with powerful, rhythmic movements. "I love you, Mom." Without pulling away from the kiss, he did so again and again, thrust after thrust, entering and leaving her vagina. His hips moved back and forth in a frantic rhythm.
Her heart fluttered with joy as she replied, "I love you too, Darian."
In that moment, he was lost to the world around him, consumed by his desire. Their hands clasped together tightly, fingers interlocking as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. With a fierce outburst of passion, they drew closer, their bodies pressed tightly together as they shared the depth of their taboo love. Every inch of their bodies seemed to meld together in the ecstasy. Darian couldn't stop moving his body, his hips, feeling that he was close, but it was okay. He thought he wouldn't even last that long.
"Am I better than the King?" he suddenly asked, breaking the spell that had overtaken them.
At the mention of the King, she recoiled, a flicker of fear crossing her face.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Don't talk about him..oh-h-h."
"But I need to know," he persisted, his tone growing more insistent.
"Don't... Oh-h-h," she mourned.
"Tell me, or I'll stop", he demanded.
A flicker of emotion crossed her face before she finally relented. "Yes," she whispered, "you are better."
The words sent a thrill of triumph through him. With each thrust, it felt as if he was lost in a frenzy, driving his hips with a fierce intensity.
And at that moment he felt something was happening to her body. She trembled and cried out of pleasure."Yes, yes." Nymira's heart raced as a wave of pleasure washed over her, her body quivering with ecstasy. The sensation was all-consuming, every nerve in her body lighting up with a fiery intensity that left her gasping for breath. She came.
As she clung to the sheets, her mind flooded with a kaleidoscope of images and sensations, each one more intense than the last. Her body was a vessel of pure pleasure, every inch of her skin alive with sensation as she gave herself over to the moment."O-h-h-h-h... Darian", she cried out, closing her eyes.
For Nymira, this was more than just physical release. It was a moment of emotional and spiritual liberation, a reminder that she was more than just a queen or a mother, but a woman with needs and desires of her own.
As she came, Darian felt her insides tighten around his cock, contracting and squeezing several times, and the fluid filled her vagina, causing his every thrust to be accompanied by a slurping sound.
Darian's heart raced with desire as he gazed into her eyes, her body pressed close against his. He leaned again in to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, savoring the taste of her on his tongue.
As they moved together, lost in their own world of pleasure, Darian felt a sense of completeness wash over him. He had never felt this way before, so alive and connected to another person. Lost in the moment, the two of them continued to explore each other's bodies, their love growing stronger with each passing second and thrust.
"Are you... close?" she said, hardly breathing, his hands still on her breasts. Perhaps she got it by the look on his face. "Don't... do it inside me... oh-h--h..."
He had sworn not to impregnate the queen under any circumstances. And despite his intense desire to cum inside his mother, he had to obey the promise.
Finally, his breathing became ragged, less frequent, and his thrusts became irregular, hard. He thought he was suffocating and at that moment the orgasm came abruptly and hit him in the head.
"CUMMING". He yelled and his body hummed with excitement, a surge of energy pulsing through his veins. His heart pounded with pleasure as a wave of ecstasy washed over him, leaving him quivering in its wake. The sensation consumed him completely, every nerve in his body sparking with fiery intensity that left him gasping for air. Looking deep into his mother's eyes, Darian felt an eternal love for her. At the very last moment she managed to pull his cock out of her vagina, and Darian gave in.
All of his man fluids spurted out onto her abdomen, splashing all over queen's body. Spurt after spurt, explosion after explosion, his semen spurted out onto her stomach, puring all around her, onto her breasts, dripping down, and into her hair. It's erupted like a volcano, sucking all the life force out of him and making him completely dry.
"Oh...Mom" He rubbed his cock over her belly, still trembling with pleasure.
With a heavy sigh, he collapsed right on top of her. She wrapped her arms around prince, holding him tightly in her warm embrace. As Darian's breathing began to slow and his eyes grew heavy, he whispered softly, "Thank you, mother," before drifting off into a deep and restful sleep.
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Slowly opening his eyes, he stretched his arms and basked in the warm glow of the first rays of sunlight streaming through the window. For the first time in weeks, he had slept soundly, and the memories of the night before filled him with a sense of contentment.
As he sat up in bed, he caught sight of Queen Nymira standing at the window with Tartuf nestled in her arms, gently rocking him back and forth.
Nymira spoke, her voice strained and filled with regret. "What we did last night was a mistake," she said without turning around.
His heart sank at the words. Was it all just a fleeting moment of passion, then?
"We did it for the kingdom," he said, trying to reassure her.