Chapter 21: I Love You, Mom

“I can’t believe she did that--betrayed me for Nome,” Darian’s mind was a maelstrom of thoughts.

“Meet me at a dawn tomorrow morning” he could still hear Nymira’s voice. “I need to somehow make Mother not be angry at me. But I need some advice for that.”

Darian burst into Lokir’s chambers without bothering to knock. Lokir was sitting at the table, his head in a bucket. Surprised by such a sight, Darian stepped back, then reentered, allowing the door to slam shut behind him.

Lokir quickly lifted his wet head, and streams of water ran from his hair directly onto the table, on papers and all the stuff “Your Majesty.”

“What on earth are you doing?”

“I ... I have a ... hangover.” Lokir said bashfully as if he had been caught in some horrible crime.

“No wonder. You should have drunk less yesterday,” said Darian.

“Yes, yes. You’re right. It’s my weakness. I should have told you about that terrible incident when I last got drunk at the celebration. King Inglud was so furious when I put his crown onto my...”

“I’m not interested in that now,” Darian replied. “I need some advice, Lokir. Some good advice.”

Darian took a seat at the table, settling down. ‘I did what I had to do. I impregnated Nymira, and it angered her. I thought that her pregnancy would help me retain the throne and the queen, but maybe I only made things worse. And now she has asked Nome to impregnate her. What should I do now, Lokir? Why did she betray me?”

Amidst their conversation, Darian failed to notice Lokir plunging his head back into the bucket as if he wasn’t in the middle of a conversation with the king.

“Lokir!”

“Yes, yes.” The advisor raised his wet head again. “Just please don’t execute me or dismiss me. I have nothing but this position as an advisor.”

“You know what, just...” said Darian with a sigh. “Just tell me. How do you know she’s ready to get pregnant? Just tell me that, and I’ll go. How do you know?”

Lokir rose from his chair, water still dripping from his head. “You are still young, Your Majesty. But we counselors and servants have long known that a woman’s fertility is signaled by her monthly bleeding.”

“Bleeding?” Darian shivered, catching a piece of cloth Lokir tossed to him from the corner of the room. Examining it, Darian discovered dampness -- a trace of blood. “What is this?”

“You can guess where it’s from. Blood means her womb is ready for breeding,” Lokir returned to his chair. “We’ve always handled these matters discreetly, shielding Nymira from such knowledge. Her own body remains a mystery to her. Just fuck her well these days, and nature will take its course.”

Darian tossed aside a piece of the sheet. “I won’t pry into that object’s purpose in your room.”

“And I thank you for that,” Lokir continued. “Did you say something about Nome? Maybe our lovely queen just wants him to do it so that she could later say that her pregnancy is his job, and not yours. You really want to make her pregnant and be sure it’s yours?”

“Yes,” Darian said without hesitation.

“Then fill her as much as you can and make sure you do it before Nome.”

Darian stood up and walked towards the door, hearing the splash of water in the bucket behind him.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Darian felt the moment had come. He’ll do it again, fill his Mother before Nome.

Summoning his inner courage, Darian’s fingers met the cold, polished surface of the ornate doorknob, the night was unfolding. No guards were there, so Darian entered without a knock.

“Who’s there?” Nymira’s figure emerged, swathed in a loosely-draped robe. In a quick motion, she attempted to cover herself, but he glimpsed a sight of her nude body beneath. She was getting ready for sleep, and the room smelled pleasantly of flowers; Tartuff’s crib was empty.

“Were you expecting someone else?” Darian asked.

“No ... I wasn’t,” she said uncertainly. “I hope you’ve come to apologize for your words. Otherwise, I don’t see why you should be here.” With a deft movement, she released a barrette, allowing her flowing, blonde hair to cascade down.

“Darian moved closer. ‘Yes, I... ‘ He could not look away from her tanned legs peeking out from her dressing robe. ‘I’m sorry for what I’ve said. I acted childishly and foolishly. If I’ve caused you pain, Mother, I am truly sorry.’”

“You kinda did,” she said as she folded her arms across her chest, pushing her ample breasts forward through her dressing gown. “Basically, you called me a slut. It did hurt me, sweetie.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, drawing nearer. He extended his arms and enveloped her in a tender embrace. To his relief, she welcomed his gesture. He hugged her gently, feeling the weight of her breasts against his chest.

“It’s okay,” she said, returning the hug and resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m just afraid of losing you,” he said, pressing her tighter.

“You boys sometimes get a little envious of dads and siblings. Even when you were just kids, you had moments like this. It’s tough to watch another sibling enjoying time with Mom. I know you envy and are afraid of losing me, but growing up means facing these feelings, Darian. You’re forgiven,” she said softly, her hand gliding soothingly down his back. “We must stay united, especially after your father’s passing. We’re family, and we need each other,” she tried to pull away, though Darian still held her, enjoying the touch of her breasts and the scent of her hair.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips pressing a heartfelt kiss to her cheek.

“And I, my dear Darian, love you beyond measure,” she replied.

Before releasing her, his fingers grazed the edge of her robe, as if about to unveil her form, but she hesitated, holding back. “No, Darian.”

“May I see you, just one last time? Just a glimpse,” he implored.

“Are you sure about that? Just a glimpse?” She hesitated, feeling the warmth of his body.

He nodded, and with a slight movement, she slowly brushed down her robe, exposing her breasts. They were full, nurturing, adorned with violet-hued aureoles, and had engorged nipples. His mother’s soft breasts were brimming with life-giving vitality. Darian’s heart raced, and blood rushed to his groin. He noticed a faint trace of milk on her breasts, probably left there from when she was still breastfeeding Tartuff.

He nodded and with a slight movement, she slowly brushed down her robe, exposing her breasts. They were full, nurturing, and adorned with violet-hued aureoles and engorged nipples. His mother’s soft breasts were brimming with life-giving vitality. Darian’s heart raced, and blood rushed to his groin. He noticed a faint trace of milk on her breasts, probably left there from when she was still breastfeeding Tartuff.

“That’s it?” she quickly covered, pulling away and walking towards the bed. “Now go. It’s late already.”

Darian came closer to her from behind. “After everything that happened between us, there’s no going back, Mother. We can’t just return to being a normal family again.” He kissed her on the cheek to say goodbye but then slowly moved to her lips, grasping her soft breasts with his hands from behind through the robe. “We can’t be just mother and son again.”

“No, Darian, please,” her voice trembled.

“I know you want it,” he slipped his hand under the robe, touching her clit, and gently put her down on the bed as she mewled with pleasure.

“Don’t make me call for guards...” still wealky protested.

“There are no guards outside,” he said with a wry smile. Trailing kisses along her breasts, his hands and tongue traced across her chest, igniting a series of pleasurable sensations. She moaned and at that moment, as she felt she was almost into it, he exposed his cock.

“Honey, don’t do this, it should ... uhh ... stop,” she moaned, barely protesting, while he explored her vagina with his touch. In a second, he reclined on the bed, inviting her to straddle him. Slipping off her robe, she placed herself on him and with a gentle thrust he entered her. “Mom, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”

“Uuuughhh, Darian,” Nymira let out a surprised gasp. He started going deeper as she was on him and jumped slightly when he reached the end, he was balls deep inside, feeling her ass cheeks touch his balls.

“It’s good to be back home.” Darian paused for a moment just to once again enjoy being so deep inside her, touching her cervix with a tip. Once again balls deep inside his birthplace.

“Why ... Why would you say something like that,” she felt him inside, so deep, hardly believing he let him do it again.

Struggling to catch his breath, being fully in her, Darian looked into her eyes and whispered “Let’s do some babymaking ... Let’s make a baby.”

“Ohhhh, gosh, Darian,” she moaned “We talked about this, ughhhh, honey, please, we shouldn’t...”

“We shouldn’t do what?” finally, as she was atop him, he shifted his hips, momentarily withdrawing before slowly sliding back inside her, but then moved back, up and down, creating a rhythm that began with a gentle withdrawal and a slow, deliberate reentry. He ruffled her hair, wrapping it around his arm, and with the other hugging her tightly around the waist and pounding her pussy with all his might.

“Uggggghhhhh ... Darian” was the only thing she could utter under his animalistic thrust and speed. She squeaked, her breasts shaking with each thrust of his hips, thrusting upward. Her insides squeezed his cock sweetly, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through his veins. He found his own rhythm and began to move back and forth, enjoying the process, enjoying every second of penetrating her.