--- CHAPTER 6: (R18) Virgin's Descent into Depraved Ecstasy ---
My heart hammered like a war drum in the dim, suffocating shadows of the room, my throat parched and raw from the cocktail of guilt and unbridled lust churning inside me. This was no mere fantasy—this was my aunt, the woman who'd cradled me as a child, now sprawled beneath me like a sacrificial offering to my reborn demons. The betrayal gnawed at my soul, a sharp twist of shame that only fueled the fire raging in my veins, turning my nervousness into a feral hunger. But fuck the shame; my merged soul screamed for release, years of this life's repression colliding with Earth's virgin frustrations into this moment of utter depravity. With hands shaking like a junkie in withdrawal, I pried apart Priscilla's powerful, toned thighs, revealing her glistening forbidden core—a sacred taboo that shimmered with illicit dew in the faint light, begging to be violated. "Holy fuck, Aunt Priscilla... your pussy's a goddamn masterpiece, dripping like it's been waiting for my cock all these years," I rasped, my virgin shaft pulsing wildly, veins bulging as pent-up horniness transformed me into a savage beast, ready to plunder my own bloodline with reckless abandon.
I gripped my throbbing length, thick and aching, and slapped it against her slick folds, the wet smack echoing like a profane symphony. "Shit, Aunt, this cunt's scorching hot and soaking—it's fucking torturing me!" Drawing from hazy porn flashbacks from my Earth memories now fresh, I rubbed the swollen head up and down her slit, coating myself in her taboo juices, grinding against her engorged clit until she twitched unconsciously. But theory was a far cry from reality; my inexperience turned the act into a frantic, desperate tease, my cock sliding everywhere but the entrance, smearing her essence all over my balls and thighs. "Goddamn, your pussy's flooding me with juice... it's so slippery, I can't hold back—I need to ram this dick balls-deep into your forbidden hole right fucking now!"
In the heavy silence, I caught the faint, telltale gulp from Priscilla's throat—a dead giveaway she was wide awake, playing possum in this twisted game. My blood froze for a split second, pulse thundering in my ears, but when no resistance came, no cry of outrage, my lust-warped mind twisted it into consent. She's letting me do this, I thought, a rush of dark triumph surging through me. My aunt wants her nephew's cock defiling her. Emboldened, I doubled down, grinding harder, the friction building to an inferno that had me growling like a possessed animal.
The slickness multiplied, her arousal cascading down her thighs in rivulets, soaking the sheets in our shared sin. I thrust blindly, probing her entrance, but her neglected pussy was a vice—tight from years without touch, clenching against my clumsy invasions. I slipped off-target again and again, accidentally spearing against her clit or brushing her asshole, each miss sending electric jolts through us both, nearly blasting my load prematurely across her quivering lips. "Fuck me, Aunt, why's your hole such a tight little tease? I've fantasized about pounding this aunt-cunt for eons... you're driving me batshit insane with need!"
Frustration boiled over into madness, my body trembling with unreleased fury. Then, a subtle shift—Priscilla's foot pressed against my ass, a covert push that guided me straight into her molten depths. My cock breached the barrier, plunging through the impossibly tight ring into a heaven of wet, gripping heat that swallowed me whole. "Oh fuck yes! Aunt, this pussy's devouring my cock—it's so goddamn tight and hungry, I'm losing my fucking mind!" The sensation shattered me; I nearly erupted on entry, her walls fluttering like they were starved for my intrusion.
Forgetting finesse, I hammered away with raw, animalistic thrusts, hips slamming forward in erratic bursts, fucking my aunt's taboo pussy like a man possessed. The room filled with obscene squelches, her juices splattering with every brutal plunge. "Take it, you forbidden slut—Aunt, your cunt's milking me dry!" My waist went numb, pleasure coiling like a serpent, and I exploded inside her, ropes of hot, virgin seed flooding her depths, her body quaking in response, inner muscles spasming to wring out every drop. But it wasn't enough; I kept pounding through the orgasm, deeper, harder, chasing oblivion in her incestuous embrace. "Fuck, pumping my cum into your womb feels like pure ecstasy—I've waited lifetimes to breed my own aunt!" The release dragged on for what felt like eternity, half a minute of blissful torrent before I collapsed onto her, gasping, sweat-slicked skin sticking to hers. But desire reignited almost instantly; I crushed my lips to hers in a savage kiss, tongue invading her mouth, devouring her wine-tinged saliva while my hands mauled her lush curves—squeezing her plump waist, kneading her heavy breasts like they were my personal playthings, pinching her nipples until they hardened into peaks of forbidden delight. My cock, still buried inside, swelled anew, twitching with renewed vigor against her fluttering walls. Priscilla's pride surged secretly; she'd claimed her nephew's virginity, his royal essence now painting her insides, a taboo victory that made her ache for more.
At first, the touches had been tentative, stirring embers long buried under duty and neglect. But as her legs were forced wide and that scorching rod ground against her core, recognition hit—her beloved nephew, Arthas, daring to cross this unholy line. Alcohol blurred the edges, years of marital drought fanning the flames; she didn't fight, didn't scream, just let her body surrender, pussy weeping in eager betrayal for her kin's forbidden meat.
The endless teasing friction had her on the brink, craving penetration, so she subtly aided him with her foot, guiding his virgin spear into her depths. He came too soon, his youth betraying him, but oh, the pride—the thrill of stealing the Prince of Lordaeron's innocence, her nephew's first load baptizing her womb! Disappointment mingled with hunger; she feigned sleep, clenching around his softening length, silently begging for round two.
Soon enough, his kisses turned feral, hands groping with possessive greed, and his cock revived, stretching her full once more. Such stamina, she thought, a stark contrast to her husband's limp indifference. Arthas resumed his assault, no technique, just primal rutting—pressing her into the mattress like a conquered whore, mouth locked in a messy, drooling kiss while his hips pistoned relentlessly, cock churning her cum-filled pussy into a frothy mess. The wet, gurgling slaps filled the air, her walls clamping sporadically, sucking him deeper with each savage thrust. "Fuck, Aunt, your cunt's a vise—gripping like it owns my dick, it's turning me into a raging beast!" Her skin, impossibly smooth for her age—thanks to Kul Tiras's briny winds and her iron will—felt like silk under his roaming hands. And that tightness? A decade-plus without intimacy had reborn her pussy into a virgin-like grip, exclusive now to her nephew's invading shaft. "Oh shit... Aunt... you're my fuck-toy now... I need this pussy every goddamn day..." he snarled between kisses, confessing his deranged obsession. "This aunt-cunt's destroying me—fuck, it's so addictive!" He ramped up the intensity, hoisting her legs higher, feet braced for leverage as he slammed down with bone-jarring force, each impact jolting her body, his balls slapping her ass in rhythmic punishment. If the lights were on, you'd see Priscilla's head thrown back, neck arched in exquisite torment, veins pulsing under her pale skin like a swan in erotic death throes. Her hands clawed the sheets, knuckles white, fabric twisted into ruins from the storm within—pride warring with ecstasy, refusing to break the facade while her pussy betrayed her, spasming wildly around his pounding cock.
Arthas sucked in ragged breaths, the suction at his tip driving him to madness, pleasure spiking with every thrust. He poured out his soul's darkness—the terror of the merger, the suffocating court, the thirst for power, the raw need to dominate—channeling it all into ravaging her. "Aunt, your pussy's sucking the life out of me... fuck, it's pure insanity!"
"Priscilla... my aunt-wife... ah... I've lusted after you forever... ah... love you like a madman... ah... you're mine to breed... fill you with my seed... ah... make you swell with our forbidden child!" His words spilled in a frenzy, a taboo oath blending affection and depravity, hips never slowing, pounding her into submission.
Her heart raced at his confession, tenderness cracking her ruthless shell. Family bonds twisted into something darker, acceptance blooming as excitement pushed her over the edge. Suddenly, her walls convulsed in a vice-like grip, sucking his tip mercilessly, writhing to extract every ounce of his essence. Arthas roared, thrusting through her climax, his own building in a tidal wave.
But he wasn't done—far from it. Pulling out with a wet pop, he flipped her onto her stomach like a ragdoll, yanking her hips up and slamming back in from behind, doggy-style pounding that echoed with flesh-on-flesh slaps. "Take it deeper, Aunt—fuck your nephew's cock like the incestuous whore you are!" He gripped her hair, pulling her head back, other hand spanking her ass red as he jackhammered into her, juices squirting with each brutal entry. "Your pussy's gushing—begging for more of my cum!"
Priscilla bit the pillow to stifle moans, her body arching in surrender, orgasms chaining one after another as he claimed her relentlessly. He switched positions again, lifting her against the wall, legs wrapped around him, fucking her standing with gravity aiding his downward thrusts, impaling her fully each time. "Feel that, Aunt? My dick owning your womb—pounding you into oblivion!"
Hours blurred in a haze of sweat, cum, and cries—missionary to her ass bouncing as he spanked and groped. He came again and again, flooding her until it leaked out, only to continue, his reincarnated stamina endless. "I'm not stopping until you're broken, Aunt—filled with my seed, marked as mine forever!"
--- END OF CHAPTER 6 ---