Chapter 17: Pregnant

It felt as though time had been reversed, taking Darian back months to when his father was still alive. Life within the castle walls had once again transformed into a game of masks, with Darian assuming different roles. Initially, he played the obedient good prince in front of the king. Now, he found himself in a similar situation with Nome. Although his older brother had not yet claimed the throne, everyone treated him as if he were already a king, including their own mother.

Nymira continued to dote on her eldest son as if he were her resurrected husband. At first, Darian convinced himself that she just missed Nome, considering she believed him to be dead. But in time Nymira had completely disregarded their past relationship, and Nome himself seemed eager to fill the void. He looked at her with desire. And it was as if Nymira herself didn’t mind it.

The worst outcome now would be losing both the throne and his mother. Each time Darian attempted to speak to her or grow closer, Nome would conveniently appear. And adding to the frustration, Nymira herself seemed to avoid meeting with Darian.

There seemed to be a conspiracy against him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But still, he knew he had to get her pregnant at any cost.

He made sure Nome was not nearby and approached her room one morning. Nymira was minding her own routine when Darian entered. She was humming something to herself as she looked over the dresses in her closet, wearing a beautiful mauve dress.

“Busy?” he asked, closing the door, making sure no one coming.

“Ah, Darian,” she turned around. “I’m getting ready for tomorrow’s celebration.”

The dress made a great push-up to her boobs and Darian was mesmerized by the view as he could see a part of her nipple. He gulped and muttered. “Celebration?”

“For Nome’s return. Don’t tell me you forgot about it”

“Guess I wasn’t even notified,” he thought to himself, before answering, “Yeah, seems I forgot”.

He stepped closer, planting kisses on her neck, trailing along her soft skin, reaching her cheeks, and gently as possible straddling her ass.

“Mmmmmm. Darian... “ she moaned. “Not now”

“You’ve drifted away from me,” he kissed her on the lips, going through her warm mouth. His tongue delicately explored the depths of her warm mother’s mouth. Their tongues intertwined for a brief moment, indulging in the bittersweet taste. But he had to release her as she kept trying to push him away.

“I’ve been busy,” she said, her gaze shifting as she moved to sort through her dresses.

“You know how much I miss our intimacy,” he confessed taking a step back and saving her saliva on his lips.

“I know...” she wiped her mouth and continued going through dresses.

“What were you discussing with Nome all that time?”

She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing, before quickly replying, “Nothing.” However, he could sense that something was odd in her voice. “Would you mind helping me take off the dress?”

He approached her from behind, deftly undoing the clasps and releasing the dress from her figure.

“Thank you,” Nymira immediately stripped naked, pulling off. The dress cascaded onto the bed. And before Darian stood a completely naked woman. Every curve of her body was now fully revealed – the gentle slope of her hips, her tuft of pubic hair, her soft and ample breasts, adorned with the faintest blue veins, and her erect nipples that responded to the cool air of the room. Her blonde silky hair cascaded down, its ends gently brushing against the tips of her nipples.

“Why are you looking at me like that, dear?” She delicately shielded herself with her hand, sensing his lusting stare.

It was enough for Darian. He immediately felt himself getting hard and walked over to her, wrapping his Mother right up against the wall.

“Mmmm ... Darian,” she sighed with pleasure as he gently parted her legs and entered, lowering his pants. “Ugh ... Just be careful not to wake Tartuff.”

His cock immediately went all the way up. Gusts of pleasure darkened his eyes and he dropped his head onto her shoulders. He ground his teeth into the soft, tanned skin on her back and heard her gasp heavily as his tip touched the cervix. He froze in that pose, barely coming to his senses.

“Did you pass out?” she asked, smirking.

He took hold of her silk blonde hair, wrapping it in his hand, and began to move it back and forth at a frantic pace. “Uggghhhhhhhh ... Mom...” the room was filled with the sound of his hips slamming against her ass. His balls strained, hitting her labia, her pubic hair tickling. He wanted his balls to hit with such force that it hurt him a little. He was fucking her like she was the best whore in the kingdom.

“Oghhhh ... Just don’t, don’t stop, honey” she clawed at the wall, trembling with pleasure. He increased his pace, feeling how her vaginal walls clutched his cock, moving his hips back and forth, a rush of euphoria washed over them both.

A primal moan escaped his lips. “Ughhhhhhh ... God, Mom. I am almost,” he had waited so long that he was ready to finish this very second. Her velvety insides clenched around his cock with a greedy grip, as if they were unwilling to let go, amplifying the pleasure coursing through his veins.

“Ohhhhhhhhh Darian,” her body shooked as she came. He wrapped his other hand around her breasts as he ravaged her pussy. “Ohhhhhh ... I am ... almost, “all his insides clenched, a rush of wild pleasure hit his head, his balls tensed and cock trembled. And at that moment he came. “Mooooooom ... Ohhhhhh.” Streams of pleasure rushed into his head, and he was flooded with pleasure and love for his queen. He could barely contain himself from screaming, trembling uncontrollably, and he could barely stand on his feet.