Chapter 19: Last Time

The news that Nome was practically ahead of him knocked him down. He must think of something. The evening was drawing to a close. The guests gradually dispersed, but Nome was still sitting at the table, glancing over and over at him and the queen. Now he was busy talking to one of the guests. Darian sensed an opportunity and turned to Nymira.

“How about a stroll, then? In the garden.”

“A stroll?” she repeated, her eyes narrowing with a hint of suspicion. “I’m tired, Darian. And I still need to meet Nome.”

“Just a little walk. I won’t overstep any boundaries, I promise, Mom.”

“Fine. But just a short walk. There and back,” she reluctantly agreed, and they discreetly slipped away from the Hall. The two of them ventured into the garden, seeking refuge from prying eyes. They found themselves near the very spot where the Inglud had met his death. He remembered how it all began, and who it was all for—her.

“I hope you’re not going to bring up the topic of pregnancy again,” she spoke suddenly, “That phase of my life is behind me. Time isn’t making me any younger, and I can’t bear children anymore, especially not Serpent-Slayers. I have long surpassed that age. That’s why you should search for a fitting wife instead of ... attempting to make me pregnant.”

Darian sneered and asked, “Me or Nome?”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a whore who sleeps with whoever she gets. I am your queen, but still your mother. Sooner or later you will have to accept that Nome is the new king.”

Darian guided her towards the edge of the lush forest, where a gentle stream flowed. The distant sounds from Triumph Hall reached them faintly.

“It’s been quite a while since we’ve strolled like this,” he said. “Just us – mother and son.”

“Yes. Is that all you wanted to talk about?” asked Nymira. “I should go.”

“Just wait. If ... if you allow me to be with you one last time, I will let go of our relationship and accept Nome as the king.”

“Darian...” she sighed, a hint of disappointment threading through her words.

“One last time and it’s over between us. Simply mother and son.”

She looked at the water, contemplating his offer, and at that moment, he started to act. He kissed her neck and slipped his hands under her dress, fumbling for her vagina. “I know you want that, too.”

“Why are you ... like that?” she moaned, and he responded with a kiss on her lips before lifting her gently and placing her on the ground. “We’ll be seen here,” she said.

“I don’t care,” he positioned himself between her legs, gently laying her on her back and taking the missionary position. With one move he opened her cleavage, exposing her shapely and ample breasts. The gentle breeze caressed her skin, leaving her nipples slightly swollen.

In a wild rush of passion, he lifted her dress and, exposing his cock, ran the wet head over her wet lips. “Ughhhhh...” he entered sharply with the tip, and she gasped in pleasure. His cock immediately hardened as he thrust and began to move his cock forward, her wet insides embraced his cock. Finally, he got to the end, his balls meeting her cheeks.

“Ohhh ... you are so tight, Mom,” he leaned down and kissed her, her eyes closed, she was breathing heavily. Their tounges met and furiously, he moved the hips back, leaving her bosom. His whole body trembled, butt tensed. He moaned returning back with one primal thrust inside. With each movement, he could feel the pulsating heat of her body. He began to move back and forth, savoring the embrace of her velvety insides. With each animalistic stroke, her explored new and new depths of his birthplace. His fingers, which had an innate familiarity, gently caressed her boobs.

As he delved deeper into the experience, memories of his childhood with his loving mother came flooding back, adding a bittersweet layer of emotion to the encounter. He couldn’t help but recall the warmth of her hugs, the comforting words she whispered in his ear. And now he was about to make her pregnant with his own child. With each movement, he could feel his mother’s velvety insides responding. “You ... lied to me.”

“Uhhhh ... What are you saying?” she gasped, her hands instinctively rising to caress her exposed breasts, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. There was a clear expression of pleasure on her face.

“I know you ... ohhhh,” he began to move slowly back and forth, enjoying the process, enjoying every second of penetrating her. “I know you can have more children.”

“No, Darian...” he wrapped his hand around her breasts and moved sharply inside her again, making her moan. “Not inside, not ... ughhhh ... today,” With each thrust inside her vagina, her whole body and breasts shook.