--- CHAPTER 18: (R18) Intimate Bond with Friend's Mother ---
As Arthas worked his hips steadily, driving his thick cock in and out with deliberate, building rhythm, Queen Taria's lower body felt profoundly full, stuffed to the brim in a way that made her gasp. This overwhelming fullness expanded her intimate walls to their maximum capacity, the stretching sensation sending tingles of numbness and pleasure radiating through her core, making her secretly crave more despite the horror. How long has it been since I've felt this kind of invasion, this raw, animalistic claiming? Gods, it's been years since my husband's death, and my body is responding like a traitor, savoring the ache, the burn, the ecstasy. I don't know how I've survived without this feeling, but now it's flooding back, drowning me in shame and desire. Her throat kept releasing soft, involuntary sighs, her little mouth claimed in deep, possessive kisses that turned those sighs into muffled, humming vibrations. The wet, slapping sounds of their forms colliding echoed louder, the warmth of her arousal being churned into a slick mess that made the charming, depraved atmosphere in the room even more intense, thick with the scent of sex and betrayal.
"Auntie... do you feel good... listen to how much you're gushing for me... your pussy's loving every inch..."
Arthas's voice was full of smug pride, laced with the thrill of conquest. This is it—this is real, unadulterated power. Not just commanding armies or wearing a title, but this: breaking a queen, making her body betray her mind, her pussy weeping for my cock. With a shaft like mine, strong and insistent, I can pursue any woman I desire, bend them to my will. And this isn't even my full potential—as I grow, so will it, and mature women like her will be captivated, addicted to the stretch, the depth. Fuck, the thought alone has me throbbing harder! "Fuck, your pussy's gushing like a fountain for me... it's so goddamn good, auntie—clenching and milking my dick like you secretly love every brutal thrust!"
"Woo... Mmm..."
Queen Taria shook her head desperately from side to side, her long hair whipping across the pillows, indicating with all her might that she was not feeling good, that this was torture. But her breathing became heavier and heavier, labored and ragged, and she even let out occasional, unintentional sighs that betrayed her. My mouth is screaming no, denying every spark of pleasure, but my hips... my treacherous hips are screaming yes, please, more—grinding back against him like a wanton slut. It's the classic denial of a noblewoman, raised to be proper, but deep down, the heat is building, undeniable. And gods, it's kind of hot, her fighting it only makes me want to break her more. This gentle and low sound was very nice to hear, melodic almost, but it was a pity that she stopped immediately each time, clamping down on her lip because she didn't want to indulge herself, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was winning.
Right, she needs more... encouragement to crack fully. Let's try this position—push her limits.
Arthas maneuvered her mature, beautiful legs up onto his broad shoulders, pressing his weight down onto her tender, curvaceous form, and thrust downward again and again in the posture of a deep, penetrating connection, using the same forceful drive as anchoring a ship in a storm. This new angle made Queen Taria cry out sharply at once, her voice breaking the air like a whip, and her eyes began to glaze over with a hazy lust she couldn't hide. Every time his insistent arousal reached her innermost core, battering against it relentlessly, the pleasure continued to spread like wildfire, consuming her from the inside out, leaving only continuous, aching longing in her mind. It expanded to her entire body bit by bit, a tidal wave of sensation that was utterly irresistible, making her toes curl and her back arch. "Take it deep like this, auntie... fuck, your pussy's swallowing my cock whole now—it's delicious, so tight and deep, gripping me perfectly... I'm pounding you like a feral beast in heat, and it feels insane!"
Seeing that his friend's mother was still holding back, clenching her jaw against the moans, Arthas deliberately increased his rhythm, meeting her vigorously with bone-jarring slams that caused the joint of their lower bodies to make loud, echoing snapping sounds, flesh against flesh in a symphony of depravity. Queen Taria, overwhelmed, had to press her hand against his chiseled chest and beg breathlessly, "Don't be so intense... ah... it's too loud... we'll be heard by the servants or guards..."
"Then I'll ask you again... do you feel good? Admit it to me."
Come on, break and confess it all. We're both bastards in this room right now, wallowing in the filth—might as well be honest bastards, own the pleasure. Arthas traced her sensitive earlobe with his tongue, nibbling firmly and drawing it into his mouth, while his lower body met hers harder and harder, occasionally grinding against her core and rubbing the sensitive, delicate center with his firm, swollen tip, circling it to heighten the torment.
As expected, Queen Taria's body became more and more tense, her muscles coiling like springs, and finally she let out a long, shuddering sigh, her white and tender legs lifting up high, almost leveling her painted toes in the air, and the tender walls in her depths contracted violently like a spasm around his invading arousal, almost drawing him in fully, milking him with rhythmic pulses that nearly pushed him over the edge.
"Fine... yes..."
Ha! Got it—victory tastes so sweet.
"My presence inside you makes you feel good, right? Say it—my cock's pleasuring your royal pussy."
Arthas did not continue to move his hips immediately, but lowered his head to kiss his friend's mother's full, red lips softly, most likely to comfort her in this vulnerable moment. A little carrot to go with the stick—show her tenderness, make her feel valued amid the degradation, so she'll crave more opportunities for this closeness in the future. It's all politics, Arthas—bedroom politics that bind alliances tighter than any treaty.
As expected, Queen Taria murmured softly, her voice a mix of resignation and budding desire, "Well... ah... you are so bold... don't do this... humiliate... auntie... okay... it's too much for my heart."
"No... auntie... my partner now... tell me honestly... do you feel good when I connect with you, when my cock fills you?"
Arthas continued to grind her core with his tip, stirring her longing relentlessly, building the pressure. "Say it out loud—your pussy loves my cock, doesn't it? Fuck, it's clenching so hard around me... it's so good, so addictive!"
"Well... ah..."
Queen Taria breathed softly, her chest heaving. As Arthas's rhythm gradually accelerated once more, picking up speed like a storm building, she no longer suppressed her voice fully, but still sighed in a low, controlled tone. The natural, instinctive reaction of her body clashed violently with the huge sense of shame flooding her heart, making her sigh hard even though she tried her best to restrain herself, biting her lip until it swelled.
"Good... yes, it feels good..."
Checkmate—total submission.
"Then can we still connect in the future... fuck like this again and again?"
Arthas asked with clear intent, his eyes gleaming. How could there be no second time after connecting once, after tasting this royal delight? This isn't a one-off fling; this is building an alliance, a very intimate one. Besides, this is a queen—the mother of Varian, the future leader of the alliance. Controlling her, making her crave my cock, turns her into my closest ally, her body and loyalty under my influence. How exciting, how powerful—the political implications alone are delicious, making my thrusts even harder! "I'm gonna fuck you every goddamn day, auntie—your cunt's mine now... so delicious, so perfect, I can't get enough of this taboo heat!"
"Ah... I don't know... please, just finish..."
Queen Taria didn't want to answer this question directly, her mind still warring with itself. She was teetering on the peak of another orgasm, her body quaking, and couldn't bring herself to say no at all, her resolve crumbling under the relentless pounding.
That's not a hard no—I'll take it as a yes, a promise for more. The insistent arousal quickly joined the tight, warm, and enveloping depths again and again, every inch of her tender walls wrinkled like a gentle, loving hold, drawing the tip deeper with each thrust. Countless soft folds rubbed back and forth on his shaft, the slight numbness becoming more and more intense under the drawing of the walls. The ache and warmth that penetrated into the core made the man unable to help but quickly speed up the rhythm of joining, his hips blurring with speed. The warm touch of being tightly enveloped made people want to linger in the depths all the time, never pulling out. "Fuck, auntie... this pussy is pure heaven—so wet, so tight, gripping me like velvet fire... I'm going crazy slamming into you, feeling you clench!"
"Gently... ah... ah... ah... nh... gently... it's too much..."
"Ah... I'm nearing... Auntie... I'm going to release... flood you..."
Arthas's rhythm suddenly increased to a frenzy, his breathing becoming disordered and ragged as the pleasure coiled tighter in his balls. He wanted to connect a few more times, savor a few more deep thrusts before unleashing. Almost there... just a bit more... life essence incoming, harvesting from this royal womb... "Your cunt's milking me so good—fuck, it's delicious, gonna fill you up to the brim with my hot seed!"
"Don't... ah... don't release inside... ah... pull away... ah... don't... please!"
Queen Taria pushed desperately at the man's chest with her hands, her nails digging in. She didn't want to be filled inside, marked indelibly with his essence—otherwise, she would be completely claimed, branded as his. Besides, there were no preventive measures in this medieval world, which might lead to deeper, unbreakable ties, a pregnancy that would bind them forever. It would be impossible to explain at that time—her husband long gone, and now carrying such a forbidden bond? What scandal, what ruin for her son?
Oh, those ties... a baby from this? Complicated as hell, but the thought of breeding a queen, planting my seed in Varian's mom... it's twisted, but arousing.
The intense pleasure rushed to her head like a tidal wave. The impact almost overwhelmed her senses completely. She could only cover her mouth with her free hand to block her ecstatic sighs from escaping too loudly. The hooked, thick arousal drew Queen Taria's extremely sensitive depths heavily with every withdrawal, and then joined deep into her tender form with brutal force. After Arthas had met her vigorously for more than ten times, each slam shaking the bed, his waist felt a sudden numbness, an electric surge building, and he pushed the arousal deep into his friend's mother's body one final time, pressing firmly against the core. Waves of thick, hot essence surged out in powerful ropes, rushing into the mature depths of the woman, claiming the space that had once held Varian, engraving his presence there indelibly! "Take my cum, auntie... fuck, blasting your pussy full with rope after rope—it's so good, I'm going insane with the release!"
"No! Ah! Please, not inside!"
Queen Taria cried out in grief and despair, the flooding warmth deep in her body making her realize that she was filled inside, marked forever. Too late now—the 'life essence' has been 'connected,' harvested in the most depraved way. The fullness and depth in her core reached an unprecedented height, pushing her over the edge, and her depths also quivered and contracted violently in a powerful peak. The whole person lay limp on the bed, her mouth open and panting heavily. The quivering, orgasming body was still receiving the boy's wave after wave of fresh essence infusion, her core and womb all claimed in this dangerous, fertile moment—in extremely risky situations, it might really lead to lasting ties, a child born of this forbidden union.
The surge of his release lasted for a full minute, pulse after pulse, before Arthas finally stopped and rested with Queen Taria in his arms, both of them slick with sweat. He was very tired from the exertion, his muscles aching, and Queen Taria was also very tired, her body spent from the ordeal. They had been connecting for more than an hour without realizing it, lost in the haze of lust. It was a steady, unrelenting rhythm, the traditional form of union that built deep bonds, forging something unbreakable between them.
Varian, who was resting soundly in a room not far away, had no idea that his good friend would take the opportunity to approach his mother so boldly, coercing her into submission. And she didn't even resist fully in the end—she was drawn into closeness by a mix of coercion and persuasion, her body surrendering even as her mind rebelled, and he also released all his warmth into his mother's depths without hesitation, regardless of whether this would lead to deeper consequences, just seeking that explosive release! "Fuck, auntie... your pussy took my load so well, milking every drop—it's delicious, so full of my cum now... I'm addicted to this royal heat already, craving more!"