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 mounting 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 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 mother’s 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.