Chapter 16: Sudden Return

Time passed, but nothing happened. Sometimes she would let him do it inside, sometimes not. But there were no signs of pregnancy, nothing. This distracted him from being a King, so Darian decided to ask Lokir.

The counselor was sitting in his office as always (it had become even messier here, for after Narim left, Lokir had more things to do).

“Ah, my king,” he said, standing up and bowing respectfully as Darian walked in. This new version of Lokir seemed politer than the first time Darian sought advice. Lokir appeared neat and, importantly, clean. “At your service.”

Darian did not sit down and walked quickly to the table. “I have a delicate question.”

“Yes, yes. Is it something with the queen again?”

“Is it really that easy to predict?” Darian wondered.

“I thought things were going great for you, frankly. But so be it. Ask away.”

And Darian spoke right away. “I want to continue the Serpent-Slayer’s lineage with the queen, but my mother plays a strange game. One moment she lets me, you know ... But then she doesn’t. I just don’t understand it.” Darian looked a little lost and couldn’t make sense of all the intricacies. “And she still isn’t pregnant.”

Lokir lightly touched his chin and grinned sneakily. “I think I know what it is. The ladies believe they’re the only ones aware of women’s matters.” The counselor jumped from the chair he had sat on a few seconds ago and walked over to the window where moonlight illuminated the castle. “There are special days when a woman is most fertile. It’s tied to her cycles...”

“Cycles?” Darian looked at Lokir in wonder.

“Never mind, Your Majesty. I suppose Queen Nymira specifically keeps you from doing it during those opportune days. I will speak to the servants, gather information, and inform you when she is prepared.”

“Thank you, Lokir. I owe you.” Darian headed for the door, but Lokir drew his attention again.

“My king, you should be aware that there are rumors of ... Nome’s return.”

“Nome is dead, Lokir”

“But what if he’s not?”

Darian walked out, slamming the door slightly. Rumors like that put him in a bad mood. If Nome came back, it was all over. No throne, no queen, nothing.

He went back to the king’s chambers, where he found the queen deeply focused on her usual tasks for the day. The room was softly lit, and he could see her sitting by a window, dressed only in a light nightie, her blonde long hair in a bun.

“You seem upset,” she remarked.

“It’s ... nothing. Just tired.”

Setting her tasks aside, she walked over to Darian, hugging him tightly. He could feel her breasts touching his chest. But there was still a sense of coldness in her movements.

“I still haven’t asked for forgiveness for suspecting you in the king’s death,” she softly said, resting her head on his chest. He rarely saw her so open and fragile. Probably the last time was by the stream when she fell in. “Sorry.”

“Do you still struggle to fully accept our roles as husband and wife? As king and queen,” he inquired, ignoring her sorry.

She let out a tired sigh, subtly edging away, and a delicate herbal scent drifted towards Darian. “I’m worried about your father is watching us. It’s just too unusal for me. And Nome...”

“Let father watch. I am only following the traditions of our kind. The ones he knew and didn’t object to.”

“You’re following an outdated traditions. Why don’t you concentrate on more important matters? You’re king now, Darian. Act like one.”

“I’ll try”

Several weeks had passed since then. Darian waited for a sign from Lokir and in the meantime, he was overwhelmed with fears about his brother’s possible return.

As the evening sun descended, he found himself alone with Nymira in the comfort of their chamber. He refrained from initiating any intimate contact until Lokir provided the signal, but he still needed to deal with his needs somehow. Observing Nymira as she slipped into her delicate nightgown, Darian’s longing grew more intense.

He watched her taking care of Tartuff, noticing the subtle contours of her breasts that were unmistakably outlined beneath her sheer nightgown. With certain movements, he glimpsed her rosy nipples playfully making their appearance. Seated on the bed, his gaze followed as Nymira gracefully leaned forward. The nightie clung snugly to her ass.

Summoning his courage, he reached out to her. “There’s something we haven’t explored together.”

Confused, Nymira questioned, “What are you trying to say?”

Darian coughed slightly, trying to find the proper words. “I’m trying to say ... using your hands ... or even your mouth.”

Surprised, Nymira was taken aback. “I’ve never done something like that, not even with your father.”

A mix of anticipation flickered in Darian’s eyes. “Perhaps you can do it for me.”

“Really, for you?” There was a brief pause as Nymira considered Darian’s request, her eyes searching his face for sincerity. Eventually, she nodded, her resolve and affection for her son shining through. “If that’s King’s command and if this is ... something you want, Darian, then as your mother, I’ll do my best to fulfill your desires.”

He chose not to ask for the specific details of what she had agreed to do, whether it was with her hands or mouth.

With a graceful movement, she settled onto the knees, her eyes with anticipation, their depths revealing a connection only a mother could have with her child.

Darian slowly began to undo the buttons of his trousers, revealing the outline of his hardened form. As his trousers fell to the ground, the air crackled with an electric tension.

With a tender touch, she reached out her hands, carefully wrapping her fingers around his throbbing dick. The warmth of her touch sent shivers through him, making his body tremble. He got hard in a second, her fingertips traced the contours of his hardened physique, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. She explored his hardened length, leaving no inch untouched.

“Ohhhhhhh, Mom” he trembled closing his eyes out of pleasure.

“Don’t ... wake up your brother” she whispered. “I still wonder how can you be bigger than your father.”