Duty to the Ingdom

Chapter 3. Bath

Ethel woke up to the faint sound of the commotion, slowly realizing that morning had already arrived. Disoriented, he blinked his eyes open, gradually becoming aware of his surroundings. Sunlight spilled into the room. It was then that Ethel's gaze fell upon his mother, who stood by the ornate mirror. She was struggling to put on her dress.

A flood of memories from the previous night rushed back to Ethel's mind, a vivid recollection of the intimate encounter he had shared with his beloved mother, his queen. She lovingly attended to his needs, providing comfort with her gentle touch. It was a night that blurred the lines between forbidden desire and a tender connection. In the moment of climax, their gazes locked, and Ethel felt a complicated mix of love and confusion. These memories, though surreal, were undeniably real.

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Ethel's eyes met Beatrice's reflection in the mirror.

"Good morning" she said awkwardly.

Sensing his mother's struggle, Ethel rose from the bed and approached her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet.

They remained enveloped in silence as he assisted her in donning an elegant dress, its fabric cascading like a waterfall against her skin. "Today, envoys from Atraxia will be arriving," she finally spoke, her voice laden with a hint of apprehension. Ethel continued his gentle ministrations, his fingers grazing her back and collarbones. "Counselors asked me to keep the truth of our familial ties hidden, and pretend that we are a genuine couple."

"Understood," Ethel murmured, completing the task with utmost care.

"Thank you, Ethel. I must go now. We can talk later," she whispered, and soon he found himself alone once more, as he watched his mom leaving. He couldn't help but look at her private parts, the movements of her hips, and how the dress fit her firm round ass.

He watched the city from the window, recalling what had happened yesterday.

"Thank you, Alfred," he thought. "But it's still not enough."

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He reclined in the grandeur of the council room, an opulent space adorned with tapestries and gilded accents. Their discussion centered around the kingdom's affairs, but King Ethel's thoughts kept drifting to his mother. Her resplendent dress, meticulously crafted, accentuated the curves of her form, weaving an intricate tapestry of delicate silk and embellishments that whispered of her innate grace. Jewels adorned her neck and wrists.

What would it be like to hold her in his arms, to taste the sweetness of her lips? The mere thought sent an electric shiver down his spine. He tried to sneak a peak of her deep cleavage. What he wouldn't sacrifice to see her breasts again. The weight of their shared heritage, their intertwined destinies, only added fuel to the forbidden flame that burned within him. He yearned to bridge the boundaries that should forever separate them, to experience an intimacy that fate had cruelly denied.

"Your Majesty?" Krubach's voice interrupted Ethel's daydream.

"Yes, what is it?" Ethel snapped out of his trance.

"The envoys from Atraxia will arrive shortly. Should we make any preparations?" Krubach asked.

Ethel nodded. "Yes, we should ensure that our guests are well-received and comfortable during their stay."

"Are you okay, Your Highness?" asked the redhead advisor, whose name was Tork. "You are weirdly quiet today"

"I'm just tired. That's all"

"As you say"

As the council session ended, Queen Beatrice approached him. "I will go to the royal baths to freshen up before the envoys arrive," she said.

Ethel nodded and started to think. "I wouldn't mind following her in the baths but I need to see Alfred before."

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He descended the old route through the garden and straight into the kitchen again.

"Alfred! We have visitors!" shouted the head chef immediately. Everyone around bowed respectfully to Ethel. With an unusual delay, Alfred appeared, bowing his head. "Listen, Ethel..."

"You're my savior, Al. Your sexy fern helped me yesterday."

"When will you understand that it's not called a sexy fern... Wait, what do you mean it helped? I was just about to tell you that nothing worked out for me yesterday. The guards kept their eyes on me the whole time, I couldn't slip anything into the Queen's food. I'm sorry."

Ethel's expression changed immediately. "Couldn't slip anything? So... She wasn't influenced by the herbs?"

"Well... what do you mean? Did something happen between you and the Queen?" Alfred's eyes widened.

Ethel smirked at the corner of his mouth and rushed towards the exit, saying, "Save the sexy fern for the future, my friend."

"How many times do I have to say it..."

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He made his way to the royal baths, his purpose clear: to rendezvous with his mother.

With curiosity and desire, Ethel couldn't resist stealing a glance through the slightly ajar doors. As he did, he was greeted by a sensory overload. The air was thick with the intoxicating fragrances of exotic oils, blending with the ethereal mist rising from the steaming pools that dotted the chamber. The atmosphere seemed to transport him to another realm, a world of opulence and indulgence.

Ethel's gaze immediately fell upon the queen, a regal figure surrounded by a retinue of attendants who were diligently attending to her every need.

Ethel's breath caught in his throat as his gaze fixated on the queen's stunning form, only partially concealed by a strategically placed towel. The damp fabric clung to her curves, accentuating the seductive contours of her body. His gaze hungrily traced the graceful lines of her partially covered form, from her slender legs to the curve of her neck, and the cascade of her long, lustrous black hair falling gracefully upon her gentle shoulders.

The temptation grew unbearable, overpowering his rationality, and Ethel could no longer resist the magnetic pull drawing him toward it. The queen noticed his presence and raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone laced with irritation.

"I came to take a bath," Ethel replied confidently, his gaze lingering on her body.

With a touch of annoyance in her voice, the queen retorted "The bathhouse is busy right now. Can't you see?"

"Nothing stops us from bathing together. Leave us," he addressed the servants, his voice commanding and firm. The servants hesitated for a moment before bowing and exiting the room.

"Well, as you wish, Your Highness," the queen said mockingly. She returned to her business, grooming herself meticulously. Ethel watched in silence, mesmerized by her beauty. Her butt was slightly visible from under the warm terry towel.

As they were alone, he could wait no longer. He began to undress, revealing his toned body to the queen. He took a step closer to her and spoke softly.

"I wanted to thank you again for last night. It helped me a lot..."

"I don't want to talk about it," the queen cut him off immediately. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, but let's not discuss it."

Ethel was undeterred."But I still need your help," he said, his voice pleading.

He stepped closer to the queen and reached out to touch her, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch her delicate arm. His boner went straight to her back through the towel. She recoiled slightly, pushing him away.

"Oh gods, Ethel. What are you doing? she exclaimed, her voice rising in alarm.

But Ethel's desires had consumed him entirely, rendering him oblivious to reason or familial boundaries. A primal longing coursed through his veins, overpowering any sense of control. He knew, with a twisted certainty, that he simply had to have her.

"I... need your help, again. To get prepater for advisors. Only you, Mother, can help me with my needs."

"You expect me to satisfy those needs, Ethel? Now? Again? You can do it yourself, Ethel."

"But I want you to do it," he replied, his voice becoming more insistent. "You'll finish this quickly, and we'll go back to our duties. Like king and queen."

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, filled with resignation and a flicker of compassion.

She cautiously took a step closer, reluctantly succumbing to his pleading. "Fine. But I'll stay in the towel. Let it be known that this remains purely an act to fulfill your desires. Nothing more."

She lowered his pants, going down to her knees and with a delicate gesture,reached out and wrapped her arms around his throbbing shaft.

Biting her lip, Ethel nodded, feeling the touch of her hands on his cock. She cautiously wrapped her fingers around the tip of his cock and ran her hand all the way to the bottom, pulling the skin taut.

Her touch was like a work of art, each caress crafted to ignite every nerve in his body and send him spiraling into ecstasy. With each tender movement, she traced the contours of his longing, teasing, and coaxing sensations that sent shivers down his spine.

He hesitated, fighting the urge to interrupt the moment by asking her to remove the towel to see her body or to touch her. He didn't want to risk jeopardizing the bond they had already formed. He thought of her full breasts and her purple nipples. The memory made him even harder.

"You are bigger then... Doesn't matter", she suddenly said, interrupting silence and his moans.

He smiled understanding what she meant. As the world around them faded into a blur, time seemed to stand still. He stood there, biting his lip, his whole body trembling. Each stroke was crafted with precision to ignite every nerve in his body. With every passing moment, their connection deepened the intensity building like a crescendo. The room filled with their shared breaths, whispers of desire and pleasure that intertwined with the soft melodies playing in the background.

"Are you close?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation as her eyes wandered to the surroundings.

"Increase the speed, Mom", he said.

Every touch, every caress was a dance of seduction, leaving him teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Her delicate hand glided up and down his length, gradually increasing the pace of each stroke. Her fingers, soft and nimble, traced a path along his length. With each stroke, her movements grew bolder, her grip tightening, propelling him closer to the end.

The room was filled with an electrifying tension as their eyes locked. Every caress from her tender fingertips echoed with a lifetime of tenderness and unconditional love, intertwining with the intimacy of the moment. His breath hitched as if caught in the ethereal beauty of her face, illuminated by a soft, cascading glow, radiating warmth and devotion.

He surrendered to the mounting pleasure, his breath quickening, his heart pounding. Each stroke became a crescendo, building the tension within him to an unbearable peak.

"O-h-h-h, Mom" With a soft moan, he felt himself approaching the edge. He succumbed to the intensifying waves of pleasure, his every breath becoming more rapid, his heart thundering in his chest. Beatrice's fingers tightened around him, driving him higher and higher until he finally exploded.

"Oh-h-h mom. I'm cumming!"

"Finish on the floor", she said.

As he reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, a surge of raw pleasure surged through his veins. His balls tightened and his inner canals filled with torrents of sperm. His body convulsed with an uncontrollable shudder, and with a guttural cry of delight, he unleashed his climax.

And despite her asking, Ethel guided his pulsating shaft towards her flushed and radiant face. Time seemed to stand still as he released himself, a torrent of pleasure shooting forth and splattering across her facial features. Splurt after splurt, each droplet shimmered on her skin, towel, and black hair.

As the torrents of pleasure eased, he sighed, enjoying the aftermath of his orgasm.

"Sorry, Mom. I couldn't hold it."

She wiped semen from her eyes, and Ethel handed her a towel. He couldn't deny that she looked even hotter with his seed on her face.

"Just... just leave," she murmured wiping her face off his seed.

He nodded, quietly put his clothes on and left the baths. The door closed softly behind him, leaving both of them to grapple with the aftermath of their shared secret, and the shattered bond between a mother and her son.

Chapter 4. Bound by Blood and Love

Ethel looked out the window, pondering what had happened. He had cum on his own mother's face. Perhaps he should feel ashamed, and he even felt a little, but on the other hand, it felt so damn good. And her face full of his cum was so hot. Her eyes, her nose, the edges of her mouth, her hair. All covered with his man's seed.

"Gosh, what is wrong with me," he rubbed his eyes. He had always loved his mother since childhood, even though she was often absent, but he never imagined that after so many years their relationship would cross so many red lines. What was his fool of a father even thinking when he ordered the queen to marry her own son. And now his mother is too hot not to seize the opportunity.

It's a good thing the ambassadors rescheduled the meeting. It would surely have gone awry after what happened in the baths between him and the queen. Things needed to settle down a bit.

He had been too hasty with his actions. He has to be a little more patient with his weird desires. "Patience, the key to victory," his father's wisdom echoed in his mind. "If only he knew how I have wielded his life lessons," he thought with a wry grin.

Ethel heard approaching footsteps beside the corner, and suddenly, his mother stood before him. She was wearing a blue dress, her dark hair loose to her shoulders. Without hesitation, Ethel's words spilled out in a rush, laced with regret and shame, "I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I apologize if I've hurt you. You have every right to be angry with me for being a bad son. And I deeply regret what I did..... I'm sorry."

"No, my dear. It's not your fault." She said and for the first time, he saw a strange doubt in her eyes, as if she wanted to confess something "It's mine... If it hadn't been for your father's command, things would have been different. You need to get your sexual activity out somehow and I happen to be your queen."

Ethel wondered how often she pleasured his father as much as she pleasured him. Her relationship with the king has been strained for as long as he can remember. Perhaps there was no love there at all, just marital duty? And what she means by that is her fault. Ethel wanted to ask about it, but his mouth said something else. "What is so important about these ambassadors?" he was even a little glad to change the subject.

So did the queen, it seems. She slowly turned toward the window, and Ethel watched the beautiful muscles of her neck move. "Things are not going smoothly with the kingdom. There are problems that this alliance will solve. Their king didn't like your father, so maybe with a new king we have a chance."

"And we must pretend to be a couple?" he asked.

"Yes, we must. I guess after what we've done it won't be that hard." she smiled playfully.

"And how long are we going to do this? I take it the people in the kingdom don't know that their king is married to his own mother either. How long will we hide the truth from everyone, even if we succeed in deceiving the ambassadors? You realize we can't maintain this charade of being husband and wife always," Ethel voiced his worries.

"We'll keep up the facade for as long as necessary, my dear son." The way her black hair cascaded down her back in soft waves made him wince a little. The gentle curve of her lips as she spoke, and the sparkle in her green eyes framed by thick, dark lashes that fluttered as she blinked all combined to create a breathtaking image. Her beauty transcended their familial ties.

Ethel pondered for a moment before raising another delicate subject. "What if we took things a step further? You once suggested conceiving children... naturally. In a natural way"

Beatrice looked at him, barely restraining herself from laughing. "The natural way? My dear, dear Ethel. It's one thing to mess up with me and my body, but it's another thing to attempt to... make me pregnant"

For some reason he became uncomfortable with her restrained laughing tone but at the same time the fact that she thought about, imagined him making her pregnant, sent a shiver down his spine.

Beatrice continued, her tone laced with a hint of wry amusement, "Nature has its own boundaries. It simply does not permit it. Even if you were to attempt to, shall we say, penetrate me, there's no way you could complete the act. You cannot climax within the woman who gave birth to you... Can't even believe I'm talking about it."

Beatrice leaned in closer, her voice dripping with a mixture of sarcasm and disbelief. "You understand how life goes. The workings of our reproduction. It's impossible, Ethel, and I find it quite fascinating that you would even entertain such an idea."

She straightened her posture, a smirk playing on her lips as she continued her pointed explanation. "My body, as capable as it is, possesses the wisdom to prevent any such aberrations. So answering your question - No. We can't do it 'in a natural way', dear."

"I understand" he decided to end this conversation, the fact that she had even talked about it was already a big step forward.

"So, Ethel, focus on matters that are grounded in reality. Leave the realm of fantasy behind and embrace the truths that nature has bestowed upon us. It is far more rewarding and far less... awkward"

With that, Beatrice gracefully turned away, leaving Ethel to ponder the lesson he had received.

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Several weeks drifted by, each day presenting a fresh opportunity for him to rebuild the fragile bond of trust with his mother. He no longer asked her to help him with his sexual needs or even hinted at any of his other lusts for her.

He started to act like a good king and courted her in every way. His father, a strong and respected figure, had left behind a legacy that Ethel both admired and feared. He wanted to emulate his father's strength and charisma, hoping that by assuming his role, he could capture his mother's attention and affection in a way that transcended the conventional mother-son relationship.

One evening before drifting to sleep Ethel delicately rested his head upon the softness of her chest, aiming for an innocent demeanor and feeling the delicate rise and fall with each breath she took. Gladly, the blanket hid the rest of his body, hiding his hard-on. The weight of his head, warm and comforting, pressed against the gentle curves of her breasts, creating an intimate connection that sent a rush of sensations coursing through her body. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I just want to lie down here, feel you," he said. Her lustrous black hair fell in silky waves. The faint outline of her supple breasts hinted at her womanly allure, while her flawless tanned skin accentuated the sculpted contours of her legs and thighs.

A wistful smile curved across her lips "You always liked my breasts, didn't you?" The words hung in the air, suggesting a shift in their relationship from innocent affection to something deeper and unexplored.

Ethel asked the next question. "Did you love father?"

She gently reached out and stroked his ragged hair, her fingers tenderly tracing the contours of his scalp. "Why are you asking all of a sudden?"

"Just wondering." A subtle smile curved on his lips as he savored the warmth emanating from her body. His cheek pressed against her nightgown, and he felt the softness of her breasts through the fabric.

The weight of the word "love" lingered in the air, and she pondered before continuing. "Love is a powerful word. Wilfield was a good king, but perhaps not a good husband."

"Why is that?"

"Well...she hesitated before continuing, " I think he just liked me. He didn't really love me, though. He liked rather to own me. When you're a king, you want to own everything. And, between us..." she added with a faint smile, "he was a terrible kisser. And if a man doesn't even know how to kiss, then..."