The Ing's Son

M / M ┃ Trans / Cis ┃ Human x Human ┃ Young x Old ┃ Taboo ┃ Masturbation ┃ Dubcon ┃ Edging ┃ Public Sex ┃ Teasing ┃ Submission/Domination ┃ Impregnation ┃ Mpreg ┃ +9k Words

Content Warning: Pre-op transmasc body & trans masc being submissive. Painless cervix pounding.

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[AN] My apologies for the long hiatus, I got hit by a car and had to stay at the hospital for some time. I'll write about trans masc top/dom one day I promise, but today is not that day.

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It was no secret to anyone that I wasn't my father's real son. My dark appearance contrasted greatly with the fair looks of my siblings and those of my father's blood. Whoever had been my real father didn't matter though, King Aviram had declared me as his rightful child and as such, he had sealed my fate even though I had gotten a feeling he had never liked me. I was a reminder of the queen's affair and he had kept his distance, looking at me with disgust on his face whenever our eyes met, which only seemed to be amplified when I dropped my princess attire and took my place as a possible heir to his reign. However, inheriting his crown seemed very unlikely, since I had four older brothers who were more likely to succeed him, and as such I was destined to serve the kingdom by ruling some backwater town when the time came.

The wind outside my room howled shiveringly against the rubble walls of the tower, but the warmth of the small fireplace behind me and the candles placed on my desk kept it tamed. During the evenings like this, I liked to focus on my books, sometimes getting lost in them for so long that the morning sun rose behind the horizon, but right now my mind had been filled by the task at hand. The past few days had been very chaotic and retreating to my room seemed like a relief after a long day of caring for things that had never belonged to me. The queen had left the castle and my father with it, a great scandal, something that seldom happened, and my siblings and I were left behind to clean up the mess she had left. Some of her maids, who were also left behind, claimed she had been so afraid of the Blooming Sea that she had decided to flee not only the kingdom but the whole headland. Where to, that no one could say, but she had taken some of the servants with her along with goods from the treasury, which had angered my father greatly. He had declared a search for her, but as far as I knew, nothing had come up.

I can't claim I miss her that much. My father might not have liked me, but at least he never showed it explicitly.

The howling wind grew louder, interrupting my thoughts. A familiar creak rang from my wooden chair as I stood up from my study to close the heavy curtains. My fingers traced the velvety surface of the textile. So much had changed when my mother fled the castle and even the promised career as a lord of some small town seemed now uncertain. Whether I had liked the idea before all of this or not had been preferable to the unpredictability of the future I was heading to now. I took a few deep breaths and let the gentle scent of the cedar wood put my mind at ease. Whatever the future might hold for me I would deal with it then.

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I glanced back at my study. Beautifully decorated wooden carvings were covered by multiple books and scrolls, spread all over its surface almost like a blanket only leaving a few spots where one could see the dark wood underneath which conflicted greatly with the neatness of the rest of the room. In search of my father's approval, I had begun to seek perfection, but this little island was where I could let all the little imperfections spill out. The same sounding creak welcomed me back as I sat down and began to stack different books on top of each other making more room for the scrolls I reached from the nearby shelf. I tried to focus on reading one of them when something caught my eye. Below everything else, there was an open book with a picture of a large older man bending over a younger one. The book wasn't supposed to be there, it belonged to another collection safely hidden from view, but somehow it was there, and the uncertainty began to fade as other less reputable thoughts took its place.

What better way to calm myself? I thought before sliding the book from under the pile. I had always liked that picture, it was a copy of a simple charcoal drawing, but something in it felt raw, and seeing it let my imagination run wild. I closed my eyes and licked my fingers, slipping my left hand into my pants and the right one underneath my bound breasts, circling my nipples as my other hand found my clit. It didn't take long for me to get wet and soft moans to escape from my lips. I thought about the illustration, making it more vivid and lifelike in my mind. I replaced the young man in the picture, arching my back as the old man plowed into me with ferocity, his belly hitting my back with each slam while his hands held my wrists together making me unable to escape. My arousal grew even more as I thought of the man pumping into me and releasing his seed inside, impregnating me no matter how many times I tried to plead with him not to. In my little fantasy, he would breed me every day until I'd be ready to pop.

The increasing tension inside me suddenly snapped when I heard someone knocking on my door. Hastily, I stopped everything, pulled myself and my buttons together, and stood up, wiping my wet hand onto the nearest rag.

"C-come in, it's open," I answered with hesitation. It was late and usually only guards and servants moved in the corridors at this time. As the large wooden door opened, I was surprised to see my father in the doorway, waving his guards away as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

My gaze dropped immediately and I bowed, "My sire, how can I serve you?" only for him to answer with muttering and grunts. The dark furs over his broad shoulders made him look even taller and even though I had grown up he was still towering over me like I was a child. The king's heavy steps made the wood underneath them groan as he looked around.

"Sit down, boy," King Avram ordered and I obeyed quickly, sitting on the same chair I had just moaned in. My father had never entered my room before and everything happening right now was like another weight to the scale of uncertainty balancing inside me. That's when I saw the slight reddening on his cheeks, the booze he had enjoyed earlier that evening must have done it. The king walked over to me, making me feel even smaller as he observed me with the same disgust as he always did.

"So, this is where you hide every day," The king said while nodding to himself.

"Yes, my sire, is there anything you need from me?" I asked and dared to lift my chin a little, only for my eyes to meet his piercing gaze, making all the courage I had managed to gather leave me and make me drop my glance again. The king put his stubby forefinger under my chin and lifted my head again, pushing his thumb against my lower lip forcing me to look at him.

"Get up," the king ordered, and as soon as I got up, he grabbed me by the wrists and lifted them next to my head, muttering to himself, "... such waste..." He was close enough for me to smell the booze on his breath and feel his fat gut press against my breasts when I realized I was still somewhat aroused and my nipples were hard, which he could surely feel as they pressed against his belly even through the wraps.

"M-my king..." I exclaimed, unsure what he wanted from me. Suddenly, the king pressed me against the table behind us making me yelp. His large body was heavy and I had no way to move. He grinded his hips slowly against me, pinning me down even further.

"You helped her leave, didn't you?!" The king's tone had turned sullen and his movements became more forceful, "Do you have any idea what you've done?!" She's gone and I have been ashamed!"

"My king, I haven't done anything! I didn't know what she had planned! I promise!" I pleaded when he slammed his hips against my body and I felt it, his stumpy member profoundly prodding against me with each thrust. The king turned me around and smacked my body over the table, rutting his member against my clothed rear while holding my hands behind my back with one hand and pushing down my head with another.

"You've always bothered me," he chuffed, "You need to be punished for that!"

"Father... Please..." I pleaded again to no avail. A few of the books fell from the shelf as he forcefully pushed against me, the fallen books thumping loudly against the flooring.

"Spread your legs," the king ordered while dropping his pants and mine before putting his hand back onto my head, grasping the curls, and pulling. I could only whimper as an answer and do as I was told. He then hunched over me and whispered in my ear.

"That's a good boy."

His words made me shiver and I couldn't help but feel warmth beginning to grow between my legs again. Hadn't this been everything I had wished for in a way? Between dismay and arousal there was also shame, wasn't this man my father? He might not have raised me, that job belonged to the wet nurses, but he had recognized me as his kin even though we might not even share blood. The king poured something oily over his member and kept on thrusting against my bare ass making it slick.

"Please... I'm your son," my voice trembled, but I was unsure whether it was because of the fear or the excitement slowly creeping in, "I haven't done this before."

"Better for me to claim you then," the king growled while hastening his pace.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled me up. Quickly whisking the books and the scrolls from the table before swirling me back down.

"I want to see your face," he said, pulling my tunic over my breasts and releasing my breasts from their wrappings, "... and tits." My cheeks were burning bright red and my helpless whimpers made the king grin.

"I see you want this too."

The fat tip of his cock nestled between my slit and he began to move his hips again, stroking his stubby member against my already too-eager clit. His large body made the table groan which was joined by my mewling and his huffs. I wanted to feel him inside me and at the same time I wanted him to stop, hoping I was only having a horrible nightmare. Our sweat drops mixed together as his round belly hung under his tunic and slapped against my frail body with each thrust which only seemed to intoxicate him even more. Whatever feelings of powerlessness my mother had left him with had been replaced by the joy of my vulnerability. My father's hand grabbed my breast and he pinched my nipple between his fingers while his palm kneaded the soft tissue underneath it. Unable to hold it in anymore I let out a high-pitched cry.

"Do you think you deserve this?" the king taunted and stopped, leaving me writhe under his belly in desperation while gesturing towards his loins.

"Yes, please don't stop..." I begged, finding it hard to focus my eyes on anything " I need to be punished by my king..."

"You have to earn your punishment, boy" the king snarled back, pinching harder on my dark nipple making me squirm even more while the sweat clung to my dark curls.

"H-how can I serve my king?" I took deep rapid breaths between each word, feeling his throbbing cock between my slit, the large veins pumping blood into it keeping it proudly erect.

The king slapped my breasts and pulled away, walking over to my large canopy bed and sitting on the dark blue quilt, spreading his legs open, giving me a good look at his pulsing fat cock.

"Get over here and kneel," he ordered. I quickly collected myself and got up before almost crouching to him and kneeling on the floor enamored by his member. His balls were huge compared to his cock, each one could easily fill my palms, but I was too nervous to touch him.

"Good boy," the king said again, brushing my dark hair, "I want you to pleasure me with your mouth."

"But... I've never..." I objected before to my surprise, he grabbed my head from both sides and pushed his tip towards my mouth, the pressure forced me to open my mouth and the fat member mixed from my fluids and the oil slid in with ease, easily filling my mouth. He pushed it deep and kept me tightly in place, not allowing me to breathe. I grabbed his knees with my hands and tried to pull away but his grip was too strong.

"Use your tongue, boy," the king demanded and I began to swirl it around his shaft, craving for it even though I had no air to breathe. His thick shaft tasted salty and the oil he had poured over it complimented it with a sweet aftertaste. The shame of my deed crept back into my mind. I wanted him to use me in all the possible ways and like he had said; claim me as his. I yearned to serve underneath him and the thought of that grew the guilt within me.

"Good boy," the king purred, finally pushing my head back so I could catch my breath before pummeling his member back in, now giving me small gaps to breathe between each thrust. My lips greedily brushed against his generous rod and my tongue swirled underneath it, each time he pulled my head back I could hear a pop when his engorged tip slipped out. It was almost thicker than his shaft and the thought of it entering my hole scared and excited me. To be opened up for the first time by such a magnificent key was everything I had ever imagined. The king moved my head back and forth faster and faster before pummeling it deep into my mouth, letting my lips touch his lower belly as his coarse hairy body tingled my bare face.

His throbbing cock erupted its hot seed inside my mouth, shooting string after string deep into my throat, almost making me gag. The king kept his cock tightly in until I would have swallowed everything he could give me, yet the steadily flowing cream seemed neverending, one load after another I took in as much as I could, but the amount of it forced some to pour out between my lips and his cock. I could feel my eyes roll back before he pulled out and shot one last load over my face.

"You're such a good boy, but you have not earned this, not yet," The king laughed with weariness in his voice. He pushed me away and dressed himself before leaving me kneeling next to my bed. Something in me wanted to beg for him to come back while some other part of me was disgusted by the thought again. Maybe he too had been ashamed and sobered enough to realize what we were doing was wrong, I hoped in my mind. A string of his seed was slowly dripping down my face and I savored the taste, disappointed at how quickly everything had happened and ended.

Collecting myself back together took a while, but I finally managed to get up and walk over to my washbasin, giving myself a good wash before returning to my bed and letting my used self fall over the dark blue bedding, rolling over to my stomach and slipping my left hand into my pants, quickly finding my clit and massaging it, imagining my father behind me, taunting me and plowing into my hole. It didn't take long for me to reach my peak and come. Finally relieved, the dreams took over my mind and in there, I saw him, the king, and my father, making me use my mouth again and again until my belly was full of his seed, making me look almost like I was pregnant.

"Good boy," he whispered to my ear, "You're such a good son."

The rays of morning sunshine peeked through the heavy curtains as the sun began to rise over the horizon. The stress of the past few weeks was gone, but it had been replaced by the guilt and need for something more. The future held no troubles in my mind anymore even though not much had changed since last night. The sudden positivity rushing inside me was interesting and I decided to enjoy it as long as I could, like savoring the last drops of my father's seed with my mouth.

I began my day in my study, my mind slipping back to the last night every now and then when I tried to make sense of the scrolls around me, writing parchments to keep the kingdom running. There was something needy and unspent between my thighs and I knew there was only one who could help me release it, yet I had a hunch that the king would not want me now, not when he was sober. The last night had been a mistake and we would go on with our lives by not acknowledging it for as long as we lived.

But I wanted him, said a small voice inside me.

Writing on the scrolls became agonizing, the letters seemed to jump in my eyes and my hand strayed between my legs, rubbing the soft fabric against my crotch. Frustrated, I decided to take some of the books back into the library, collecting a few from the floor where they had fallen. The library was far from my father's chambers and throne, and bumping into him there seemed unlikely, he would have his hands full all day as did I, there was still so much to do, and trying to drown my newly found desires into my work as much as I could seemed desirable.

Navigating the winding corridors with my books proved to be harder than I had thought, but not impossible since it wasn't the first time I had walked with such weight. I could have asked a servant to do it for me, but doing little things like this felt right. Besides, I liked to put the books back on the shelves by myself, that way I knew where everything was and was able to find them when I needed them again. The rest of my siblings were not as neat and usually left the books somewhere for the servants to collect and shelf them. Finally managing to think about something else than the last night, I arrived at the large hall with decorated stone walls and hanging tapestries decorated with the family sigil. There was no sunlight here to protect the books from wear and small lantern-like crystals glowed eerily in the darkness. Kindling a candle here was forbidden and my father had once cut a neighboring lord's hand due to having an open flame with him while reading. That was the one thing we shared, our love for books and reading, yet I had never encountered him there. The king liked to do his reading in his chambers and I began to think he might have done that on purpose. I could never have stayed in the library with him and maybe he knew it, giving something just for me.

The thought made me smile a bit while I found the ladder and began to put the books away. The shelving had another calming effect on my mind, making me almost completely forget the last night while I put back the old books and found new ones to bring with me back to my tower room. For hours I piled books on the center reading table and got lost between the twisting lines of shelves even though I knew the wooden maze from memory. The scent of old ink and vanilla filled my nose as I browsed the books, trying to find what I needed to finish my next task when I remembered one book I had to get. I treaded lightly towards the right tall stand. The orange book with golden detailing was easy to find on the lowest rack, immediately recognizable from the rest next to it. I bent my back down and crouched slightly to pick it up when I felt something bump into me, a soft fat belly pushing against my rear.

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"Stay there," I heard the familiar older voice say, freezing me on the spot.

"S-sire..." I managed to stutter before the king reached down and pulled me up, making me drop the book on the floor. His fat hand slid across my neck, gently putting pressure on it before covering my mouth.

"I've had a long morning, boy and I require deliverance," the king whispered before pinning my body against the shelf with his hip, moving them in rotation against my behind, "I looked for you in your room, but you weren't there." His palm muffled my words and whimpers when he began to kiss the back of my neck, giving it small nibbles before turning his attention to my ear.