Chapter - 7
I lay back on the bed, my mind still reeling from the intense waves of pleasure I had just experienced. It was hard to fathom how I was no longer on Earth; this new world was vastly different from anything I had known. I had assumed the identity of Crown Prince Damon Vallore, a title that unfortunately came with its share of burdens. The Prince was known for his frailty and weakness, having been devoid of feythar—the magic that all nobles were expected to possess. This was a significant reason for the previous King's suffering and eventual demise. So, while I was surrounded by opulence, my new life promised to be anything but easy.
Yet, as I inhaled the rich scents of my surroundings, I found a glimmer of hope. I was at least healthy and strong—something the former prince had lacked. I began to entertain the thought that perhaps I could lend a hand to the Queen, my mother in this life, assisting her with her duties and gaining insights into the responsibilities she undertook daily as a monarch. It struck me that I might not have received a thorough education back on Earth, but surely my modern knowledge could offer a different perspective in this medieval-like setting.
Dressed and pacing my ornate room, I was lost in contemplation about how best to navigate this new existence when a gentle knock at the door broke my concentration. The door swung open to reveal Queen Lirael, her radiant smile lighting up the dim room as the sun dipped towards the horizon. I turned toward the window, realizing just how much time had slipped away while I was deep in thought.
"Son, do you need more rest? I merely wished to check on you," she said, gliding toward me. Once again, without hesitation, she leaned in and captured my lips in a deep and meaningful kiss, leaving me breathless.
She took my hand, guiding us both to sit on the bed. "If you'd like, you could rest your head on my lap. I remember how much you cherished that," she suggested, her tone warm and inviting. For reasons I couldn't quite articulate, the idea of disappointing her seemed unbearable. Even though the memories from this life felt foreign, I began to experience a profound connection with her, a longing for her touch that was difficult to resist.
I settled back on the bed, resting my head in Queen Lirael's lap. Her hands gently cradled my face, her thumb grazing my cheek before she wove her fingers through my hair. A wave of comfort washed over me, akin to being enveloped in a field of blooming flowers. The scent that surrounded her was fresh and fruity, reminiscent of strawberries in a sun-kissed orchard, and I found myself sinking deeper into the moment.
"How are you feeling now, my dear?" she asked, her voice melodic and soothing.
"A bit better," I replied, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. "Physically, I feel strong. it's just overwhelming to process everything after waking up so suddenly."
She nodded knowingly, her gaze softening as she listened. "Amelia mentioned how remarkable it is that you appear so healthy and vital despite being unconscious for so long. It's almost as if you've regained a warrior's physique overnight, given how fragile you were until yesterday."
"My Queen—" I started, only to be interrupted by a light flick to my forehead.
"What nonsense is that! You must call me mother, or I swear you'll have an earful," she said with a playful glint in her eye, making the atmosphere feel lighter.
"Mother, I…" I hesitated, but then gathered the courage to ask, "What has been happening in the kingdom over the past few years while I lay in bed?"
Her expression shifted, and I could see the brief shadows of fatigue and concern cross her face. "We've faced some challenges with the neighboring Valdurim kingdom. Their actions at the borders have grown more aggressive, and they seem to be waiting for any sign of weakness on our part to justify a conflict. This tension has been brewing ever since Atheldor passed away, so it isn't entirely new. However, the situation has escalated, and there are troubling reports concerning some of our nobles as well..." she said, trailing off as she looked down at me.
"Look at me, rambling on," she said, shaking her head. "Son, you don't need to worry about any of that, alright?"
Lirael's eyes then gleamed with a predatory hunger as her slender fingers crept down to my pants, before tracing the outline of my cock. It didn't take long for me to get hard, especially when her hand sneaked inside my pants, gripping my cock. "You should be more concerned about the monster in your trousers than anything else," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I never dreamed my son's manhood would be so magnificent when roused."
With deft movements, she unfastened my pants, letting my engorged member spring free. Lirael licked her lips as she beheld the impressive sight, her little pale hand wrapping around my throbbing shaft and stroking it with agonizing slowness. Her thumb circled the sensitive head, smearing the bead of precum that had formed there.
"My, my, look at the size of you," she breathed, her eyes glazed with lust. "Every woman in the kingdom would be honored to serve a cock such as yours. I will have all the women of the kingdom kneel before you. Hundreds of daughters from noble houses will line up, begging for their turn to worship you and bear your children. Every woman who is capable in feythar, will be given the responsibility of birthing your child." Her grip tightened, pumping my length with increasing fervor.
Lirael's gaze locked with mine, her blue eyes burning with fanatical zeal. "I will crush any who dare speak against you," she vowed. "The Vallore bloodline will continue through you, my son. You will sit on the throne of Celadrin, surrounded by your children." Her words spilled out in a frenzied rush as she worked my cock with desperation, consumed by her own twisted desires and ambitions for me.
My body tensed, a shuddering gasp escaping my lips as my climax overtook me. Thick ropes of cum erupted from my throbbing member, painting Lirael's hand in pearly white streaks.
She gazed at the lewd sight, her eyes alight with glee. Bringing her hand to her mouth, her tongue darted out, lapping at the viscous fluid with relish. She savored the taste, a shudder running through her frame.
Exhausted, I closed my eyes and nestled into Lirael's lap. Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep, my first day in this new world coming to an end. So much had unfolded in such a short time. Though, as my mind began to fade into slumber, the last thought that fluttered through my consciousness was—I hadn't even had dinner.