--- CHAPTER 7: (R18) Whispers of the Flesh ---
He felt the juice squeezed by her aunt's area, the relentless, involuntary contractions pulling at him irresistibly. Arthas could no longer bear it, his control shattering completely. The second time they were intimate for almost twenty minutes, which was very good—impressive stamina for someone new, fueled by youthful endurance and nineteen years of pent-up need. He was learning. Taking advantage of the gap between the pleasure of the tip, a brief respite in the building wave, he quickly moved his waist and hit the plump area hard, thrusting with abandon. He stirred the soup-like fluid inside, churning it into white foam that coated them both, reveling in the obscene, gurgling sound made by the area when it was clamped and sucked—a symphony of their illicit union, her aunt's cunt frothing around his nephew's pounding cock. "Fuck, aunt, your pussy's foaming like a whore's... it's so nasty and delicious, I'm hooked!"
"Ah... Aunt... Give me a child!" he cried, the words a mix of fantasy and desire, envisioning a legacy born of this taboo, a son with her power and his ambition, breeding his own blood relative in this vulgar act of incest.
Arthas could no longer bear it, and the pleasure accumulated on the tip for more than 20 minutes erupted like a volcano, searing and unstoppable. The hot essence was extracted from the constantly squirming source, and shot out one by one, pulses of ecstasy, accompanied by the intense pleasure from the neurons firing wildly. It cooperated with the opening and closing of the mature woman's area, further increasing the pleasure to dizzying heights, his cum blasting into her forbidden depths like a torrent of sinful seed. "Yes, aunt... pumping my load deep... it's so good, filling your cunt's everything!"
Priscilla groaned internally, a silent vibration, as she clamped her nephew's waist with her plump thighs, gripping him fiercely. She lifted her full hips with her waist to accept the essence sprayed in by her nephew as much as possible, drawing it deep inside her, grinding her aunt-pussy against his base to milk every drop. She was so happy at this moment that she didn't think about pregnancy, release, or consequences—she just wanted to close her eyes and feel this kind of happiness, the pride of her nephew's innocence mingling with the long-denied release after years without intimacy, reveling in the vulgar thrill of being filled by her kin's cum.
The release lasted for a full minute before Arthas stopped and pressed on her aunt, his weight a comforting blanket, spent yet satisfied. After two consecutive releases, and the activation of the system tonight—unlocking powers that exhausted him further—my eyelids became heavier and heavier after I was excited, the adrenaline fading. I didn't even bother to pull out, and I just stayed inside my aunt, nestled in her warmth, hugging her plump body and fell into a dream, peaceful in the afterglow, his cock still twitching in her cum-soaked aunt-cunt.
After a long time, Arthas's snoring sounded, deep and rhythmic, showing how sleepy he was, utterly drained.
Lady Priscilla opened her eyes in the dark, the room's shadows hiding her flush. She turned her head and looked at her nephew's handsome face, chiseled and youthful, her eyes a little complicated—a swirl of affection, surprise, and lingering pride. She liked her nephew and liked to tease him, but it was always more of an elder's care for the younger generation, protective and nurturing. Tonight, I don't know what happened—wine? Loneliness?—but I let my nephew enter my body and get inside, a surrender that thrilled and terrified her. Fortunately, I didn't wake up, otherwise it would be embarrassing, shattering their relationship. Feeling the fullness of her lower abdomen, still echoing his presence, she said unhappily, "Naughty boy, you released so much inside!"—yet the words carried a secret happiness, knowing she'd claimed his first, her pussy overflowing with his forbidden nephew-cum.
But the tone was just coquettish, playful and intimate. It was a bit like a wife asking her husband in a coquettish way, teasing after passion. Priscilla was also stunned for a moment, the realization warming her, and after reacting, she chuckled softly. She looked at the sleeping Arthas, not knowing what she was thinking—perhaps futures intertwined, or the simple joy of connection. After a while, she got up and went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat on her body and the essence flowing out, the warm water soothing her tender areas, though her aunt-pussy still throbbed from the incestuous pounding.
After finishing everything, she returned to bed wearing a bath towel, the fabric soft against her sensitized skin. She yawned deeply, and she was a little sleepy, the night's exertions catching up, so she fell asleep in a daze, curling beside him.
The next morning, Arthas woke up to the feeling of soft, warm weight in his arms. He looked at the voluptuous mature woman in his arms, her breathing steady, a vision of forbidden beauty. His aunt was above average in appearance, and was a beauty even in the aristocratic circle, her features refined with a merchant's sharpness. She was very similar to her mother, Lianne, but her mother was a tall and slender beauty with a height of nearly 1.75 meters, elegant and regal. His aunt was only 1.65 meters tall, and she was very voluptuous but not fat, curves that invited touch. At this moment, she was warm in his arms, her body heat seeping into him. Looking at the subtle crow's feet at the corners of his aunt's eyes, faint lines of experience, his big hands stroked his lower abdomen, and the bulge of fat and the sunken flesh groove made him excited, arousal stirring anew.
Lowering his head and getting into the cup, slipping under the covers, Arthas took his aunt's intimate area in his mouth, lapping gently. It was still fragrant with a faint flower scent, clean and inviting. "Mmm, aunt, this pussy tastes so fucking delicious in the morning... so juicy and sweet, I'm hard as hell again!" He remembered that he had released twice last night, flooding her, and fell asleep without even the energy to clean up, collapsing in exhaustion. Wait... clean?
Could it be that his aunt washed it off after waking up? Did his aunt know that he had been intimate with her without her knowing? At this moment, Arthas's scalp was numb, a chill of fear mixing with excitement—if he was exposed, he might not suffer any loss physically, but he would definitely be scolded, her authority crushing. He might even be grounded, confined to the palace. At that time, his chance to control the military power, to lead against the orcs, would be shattered, ambitions derailed!
In just a second, Arthas calmed down again, logic piercing the panic. Since his aunt didn't wake him up and question him, confronting the act, she should have tacitly agreed to this matter, accepting in silence. She was embarrassed to expose it because of her status as an elder, preserving face. Then, wouldn't he be able to take this opportunity to do whatever he wanted to his aunt, exploring this new dynamic? Thinking of this, he instantly became excited again, a rush of power and longing, and the manhood under his crotch became energetic and full of fighting spirit because of the full rest, ready for more, throbbing to claim her aunt-pussy once more!
When Arthas took his mouth and licked the two lips, soft and responsive, Priscilla had actually woken up, senses alert. Her face was flushed, heat rising, but she didn't know how to face it—the morning light made pretense harder. If it is revealed now, they will definitely be embarrassed in the future, their relationship strained. She has no son, so she really loves Arthas like one, doting fiercely. Even Jaina's marriage was arranged by her, matchmaking with political savvy. She is in charge of Kul Tiras's trade and is a good friend and colleague of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore's wife Katherine—this is why there is such a good opportunity, alliances forged in shared power.
Soon, Arthas climbed onto his aunt Priscilla's plump body again and skillfully spread her two beautiful legs apart, his movements more confident now. He spread her thighs with his feet, anchoring them, pressed his hands on the bed for leverage, and rubbed his manhood in the slippery groove with one hand, teasing her entrance. When he found a concave basin, the yielding spot, he sank his waist skillfully, thrusting home.
Puff! The manhood squeezed the protection of the lips and continued to penetrate into the mature and charming body of his beloved, a deep invasion! The huge tip kept rubbing the flesh wall, textured and gripping, and while inserting, it stretched this tight path to an unprecedented degree, filling her completely. The incomparable sense of fullness and stimulation spread throughout the body like an electric shock, rippling through both, her aunt's forbidden cunt stretched wide by her nephew's massive cock.
"Ah... fuck..." Arthas sighed comfortably, the exclamation escaping, feeling the warmth of his aunt's area, enveloping and alive. The wriggling folds wrapped his manhood very comfortably, massaging him, and he began to work hard, hips rolling. "Aunt, this pussy is so tight and sloppy wet... fuck, it's delicious, I've been horny for this forever!" In fact, when a man is aroused, as long as there is a place to vent his desire, he doesn't care about anything else—taboo, consequences, war—all fade. Looking down, he saw that the thick and hard manhood stretched the lips wide, parting them lewdly. In the dense black forest, a giant was constantly entering, thrusting rhythmically, and the charming slit exaggeratedly swallowed his manhood, a visual feast. The combination of the connection was too exciting for Arthas, the sight amplifying his drive, so he couldn't help but speed up the thrusting, pace quickening, hammering into her incestuous hole with vulgar force.
Priscilla's breathing also became much more rapid, shallow and hurried, and her legs tightened unnaturally to make the pleasure more intense, clenching around him. She also wanted her nephew to release faster, to end the exposure while savoring it. This early in the morning, under the sun filtering through curtains, she endured the intimacy of her nephew, even though she liked to exploit her subordinates and squeeze every drop of profit in her trade empire. The profiteer was a little embarrassed, vulnerability foreign to her, which made her feel a little exposed, as if she had no secrets and was completely exposed in front of her nephew, raw and seen, her aunt-body being used as his personal cum-dump.
"Oh... aunt... you are so nice... ah... I want to be with you... every day... be my wife... I want... to have children with you!" Arthas was talking nonsense while moving, breathless whispers. He knew that this was impossible in their world of alliances and duties, so he said sweet words for free, pouring them out. It would be very helpful for his career to please his aunt, the goddess of wealth—her resources could arm legions. Everything is inseparable from money; only with money can one have the right to speak, command respect. If he can get his aunt, he can not only have an extra mature lover, passionate and wise, but also an extra arm in his quests—it's killing three birds with one stone. This perfect union, breeding her with his seed while gaining her power? "Fuck, aunt, pounding this cunt is everything... it's so good, I'm in beast mode!"
--- END OF CHAPTER 7 ---