Chapter 1. Queen Adelaide and Prince Caylan
Caylan carefully guided his brush across the large canvas, where the figure of a gorgeous woman emerged through thick layers of paint. Her dark hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and plump thick thighs were crossed as she sat on a chair in a beautiful pearlescent dress, with a subtle hint of a neckline. Her large breasts, almost the size of her head, barely fit under the dress and protruded forward.
Caylan tilted his head to get a better look at the painting and thought for the first time, "Maybe I made her breasts too big."
"How much longer will it take?" Adelaide sighed. She was sitting a few meters away from the easel, identical to the drawing. "To be honest, I'm pretty tired, darling. I never imagined that sitting and doing nothing for so long could be so exhausting."
She tossed her black braids back, straightening her bosom. Her neckline was much deeper than in the portrait, the base of her two beautiful curves peeking out from the dress. She wearily rested her hand under the head.
Caylan remained silent. He glanced at the drawing again, then at his muse. "I'm almost finished, Mum. Just a few more strokes and it'll be ready. May I remind you that you agreed to it by yourself?"
"A little 'thanks' would be enough," she smiled, and adorable dimples appeared on her cheeks. "It's better if you tell me how the painting is coming along. Do I look beautiful?" She straightened up confidently and adjusted her chest.
"No painting can capture the full spectrum of your beauty, Mum." And it was true; she was so damn gorgeous. Caylan blushed after saying it.
"Thank you, dear. That's very sweet. I love it when you're so sweet to me," she sighed, her boobs rising. Adelaide shifted in her chair once again, her large bottom aching from sitting for so long. She glanced toward the view. It was a terrace with a garden at the very top of the Aetherfall
Royal Fortress. The entire city, Aetherfall, was adorned with plants, palms, and vegetation that wrapped around the brick huts and buildings.
Aetherfall looked like a jungle where houses and people had suddenly sprung from the earth.
Caylan carefully dipped his brush into the paint and made the neckline on her chest a little larger. He guided the brush further and further, making the neckline as it truly was--more and more beautiful, deeper and deeper. He couldn't take his eyes off her boobs from behind the easel, trying to capture every detail, noticing every little dark spot, every pore, every vein, scar, wrinkle. He bit his lip; her boobs were so...
A hand from behind rested on his shoulder.
"What a beautiful painting," said Alistair, smiling and lowering his head. "You have talent, my son." The king, with gray hair and a short beard, ruffled Caylan's black hair. The prince quickly changed the sharp cut on the pearl dress, hoping his father hadn't noticed anything.
"Did you see, dear? I can't believe he learned that on his own. I never would have thought our son would be such an outstanding artist."
"I can't share your enthusiasm." Adelaide rose, signaling that the drawing session was over. "Caylan doesn't show me his work until it's finished."
Caylan lowered the easel face down as his mother stepped closer, giving her husband a kiss. He sat back in his chair and held back from looking at the pair of large breasts hanging just above the level of his head. He thought he saw a hint of a nipple popping through the dress, so he turned the other way, still blushing.
"I hate it so much when he keeps secrets from me. I taught him to walk, after all, and put him to my breast, my heart, so he would drink my milk and become strong." Like Alistair, she rubbed her son's head. It made his hair stand up, black short locks sticking out in all directions.
"I'm sure he knows what he's doing. He's been incredibly precise in accentuating your beautiful lush thighs, love." He kissed her again, ruffling his beard with her chin.
Caylan turned away. Alistair's hands rested on mum's thighs.
"Enough, darling." The Queen, with a strong smacking sound, finally pulled him away from her lips. "I'm sure you're telling the truth. Cay has always been very attentive to details in his paintings."
"Have you thought of drawing your mother without a dress? I would love to have such a drawing in our chambers." Alistair adjusted his green crown and smiled through all the white teeth.
Adelaide, frowning, slapped his chest.
"Auh, what did I say wrong? I'm not kidding. Imagine your body on an easel, captured forever in time. And it's painted by our son."
If Caylan was just red before, now he was as red as a tomato. The situation was not improved at all by how close her boobs still were to his face. He glanced at Adelaide, imagining his mother sitting naked before the easel, her full breasts exposed. And she just sits there, looking at him, waiting for him to paint her breasts, her body with its creamy, soft beige skin and...
"Don't be foolish," Adelaide interrupted his thoughts, adjusting the straps of her dress as if ensuring that her milky body was indeed concealed. "Look at how you've embarrassed poor Caylan. I'm sure he doesn't want to see my old woman body. Our son isn't supposed to see it; it's inappropriate. I know, Alistair, how lustful you can be, but keep your desires to yourself."
"If our son is not supposed to see you without clothes, then who is?" Alistair smirked, patting his son on the back. "Do you want some artist from Nundia to draw you naked?"
"First of all, I do not need a drawing of my naked body in our room!" said Adelaide.
Caylan finally found the strength to stand up and hide the drawing. At 18 years old, he was slightly shorter than the voluptuous Adelaide and much shorter than his thin father.
"Did you want to ask something or did you just disturb us while Caylan and I were alone?" Adelaide put her hands on her hips, raising one eyebrow.
"I just wanted to take a break." Alistair thoughtfully approached the parapet, which overlooked Aetherfall. "The council said that the rebels from the Pit are gathering after their escape to overthrow me. They seek revenge for..."
Adelaide interrupted him with a corresponding gesture of her head. Caylan didn't see what she indicated, but it surely had something to do with him. Even at 18, Adelaide and Alistair considered him a child.
"My son loves to draw and hunt with a bow." He once heard his father's voice in the Council Hall. "He has inherited too much from his mother. Adelaide comes from places where people enjoy drinking wine, playing the lute, and having affairs with everyone except blood relatives. The younger sisters of Caylan are much better suited to be king than this boy. Adelaide gave me wonderful daughters, but a disappointing son."
Caylan silently gathered his paints and brushes into a bag. What he heard that day, a few months ago, replayed so vividly in his mind that it felt like he was hearing it again, right there on that terrace.
"Surely it's just Di'Rose stirring up the atmosphere." Adelaide gently rubbed Alistair's back. He was 58, the king was thin, narrow-shouldered, and had a hooked nose. Caylan, though still shorter, was broader in the shoulders and more robust.
Adelaide pressed her left boob against her husband's arm. Caylan glanced at them over his shoulder, pretending he was still gathering stuff.
"I'm sure that the pit's criminals won't dare to do what the Council is talking about. Besides, you have the soldiers of the Aetherfall Guard at your disposal. What could a bunch of underground criminals do against them?" There was so much tenderness in Caylan's mother's voice that even his heart softened a little. His father was incredibly lucky with Caylan's mother, that was for sure. The marriage wasn't based on love but was the result of cold calculation. However, Alistair eventually couldn't help but fall in love with this attractive, kind, sweet, intelligent, and amazing woman who bore him four children.
Caylan looked at her again, this time turning fully towards his parents. They were still too absorbed in themselves, gazing out at the city. His eyes were momentarily fixed on the two melons hidden beneath her pearlescent dress, which were pressed tightly together below her waist. And somewhere in there was the place of his birth.
His father despises him for drawing and skillfully shooting arrows instead of wielding a sword. But why did Caylan start it?
Because he wanted to impress his mother. From a very early age, Adelaide had told her son how she had dreamed of learning to draw beautifully but was always distracted by other matters. And now, she regrets not being able to create on canvas the vivid beauty of the green Aetherfall.
From early childhood, perhaps around the age of 6, Caylan yearned for Adelaide's undivided attention. He wanted it all for himself, not to be shared with that old man who parades around the castle like a peacock. So, he learned to draw and achieved exactly what he wanted. Adelaide devoted a lot of time to her son, more than other mothers usually do. She loved to ride in the forests - so Caylan learned to shoot with a bow to go hunting and spend more time with his mother.
He yearned for her attention more and more with each passing day, though he couldn't quite grasp the reason behind his insatiable need.
Caylan twirled the brush in one hand, looking away from his mum's bare back, where there were a couple of small birthmarks, and her wide butt.
"I fear that Darst may be behind all this. Ever since my older brother lost his claim to the throne after it was revealed that he committed consanguinity with our cousin and married her, he has been dreaming of reclaiming the throne and overthrowing me. You and Caylan..."
Adelaide interrupted him with a kiss. The lips of Caylan's father and mother entwined in a brief peck of just their lips, no tounges.
"Mmm... Darling, I think we can discuss the matters of the Kingdom later. Right now, it's family time. You, me, and Caylan." Adelaide smiled after the kiss and straightened the dress. Her hair was a bit disheveled from the kiss.
"Yes, of course you're right." The old man tucked his belt around the groin and whispered something in his wife's ear that made Adelaide blush thickly.
"I can't wait," she said louder than she planned to.
"I'll go back to my place." Caylan decided not to give her any more reason to be embarrassed so he pretended not to hear a thing. He was already turning to leave the terrace when Alistair grabbed his arm.
"I'd like to speak to Caylan alone, love. If you don't mind."
"Of course. Just don't be too rough with him." She gave him another light kiss and withdrew. Caylan didn't stare in her direction. It would be best if his father didn't see him looking at her back and butt.
"Your sisters are getting a lot of admirers," Alistair said, stroking his beard. "Even Nora, though she is not noted for her beauty like her mother and sisters. Well, you're not a frequent visitor to the city by the looks of it. Have you ever been with a woman?"
"It's none of your business," Caylan was about to say, feeling father's bony fingers on his shoulder.
"If you're choosing a woman, look at her hips first. Your beloved should be strong and have beautiful hips to bear many children. Have you seen your mother's hips?"
