--- CHAPTER 7: (R18) Whispers of the Flesh ---
Even in the haze of post-climax exhaustion, Arthas felt the relentless squeeze of his aunt's pussy, her involuntary contractions pulling at his still-hard cock like a greedy mouth, refusing to let him soften fully. The first round had been explosive, but this second wave of intimacy stretched on for nearly twenty minutes, his youthful stamina—fueled by nineteen years of pent-up lust and his reincarnated vigor—turning him into an unrelenting machine. He was learning fast, adapting to her body's cues, taking advantage of every brief lull in the overwhelming pleasure to piston his hips harder, slamming into her plump, yielding folds with abandon. His thrusts churned the mix of their fluids into a frothy, white foam that coated their joined bodies, the obscene gurgling squelches echoing like a depraved symphony as her aunt-cunt frothed greedily around his nephew's pounding shaft. "Fuck, Aunt, your pussy's foaming like a desperate whore's... it's so nasty and delicious, I'm completely fucking hooked—can't stop hammering this taboo hole!"
"Ah... Aunt... Give me a child!" he growled, the words a twisted fantasy spilling out amid the madness, envisioning breeding his own blood relative—a forbidden heir blending her commanding power with his royal ambition—in this vulgar, incestuous frenzy.
Arthas could hold back no longer, the pleasure that had built for over twenty minutes erupting like a volcano from his throbbing tip. Hot ropes of essence blasted forth in powerful pulses, neurons firing wildly in ecstatic overload, amplified by the rhythmic opening and closing of her mature pussy, gripping him tighter and heightening the dizzying highs. "Yes, Aunt... pumping my load deep inside... fuck, it's so goddamn good, flooding your cunt with every drop of my seed!"
Priscilla groaned inwardly, a silent thrill vibrating through her as she clamped her plump thighs around his waist, locking him in place. She arched her full hips upward, grinding against him to draw his essence even deeper, her aunt-pussy milking his cock relentlessly for every forbidden spurt. In that moment, she was lost in pure bliss—pregnancy, consequences, nothing mattered; she just closed her eyes and surrendered to the happiness, the secret pride of claiming her nephew's innocence mingling with the explosive release after years of neglect, her body reveling in the vulgar ecstasy of being stuffed full of her kin's cum.
The release dragged on for a full minute, wave after wave, before Arthas finally stilled, collapsing onto her in a sweaty heap, his weight a possessive blanket over her curves. After two back-to-back climaxes, compounded by the system's activation earlier that night—unlocking new powers that had drained his energy—his eyelids grew heavier, the adrenaline crash hitting hard. He didn't even pull out, staying buried in her warm, cum-soaked depths, hugging her plump body tightly as he drifted into a deep sleep, his cock still twitching sporadically inside her overflowing aunt-cunt.
After what felt like an eternity, Arthas's steady snoring filled the room, a testament to his utter exhaustion.
Lady Priscilla opened her eyes in the darkness, shadows concealing the flush on her cheeks. She turned her head to gaze at her nephew's handsome, chiseled face, her expression a complex swirl of affection, surprise, and lingering pride. She'd always adored him, teasing him like an elder to a cherished junior, but tonight—fueled by wine, loneliness, or unspoken desires—she'd allowed him to invade her body, a surrender that both thrilled and unsettled her. Thank the tides she hadn't "woken" during it; exposure would shatter everything. Feeling the lingering fullness in her lower abdomen, she murmured unhappily, "Naughty boy, you released so much inside!"—yet her tone carried a secret delight, knowing she'd taken his first, her pussy brimming with his forbidden nephew-cum.
But the words came out coquettish, like a wife playfully scolding her husband after a passionate night. Priscilla paused, stunned by the intimacy of it, then chuckled softly to herself. She watched the sleeping Arthas for a while, her mind wandering to tangled futures or the simple warmth of their connection. Eventually, she rose and slipped to the bathroom, washing away the sweat and the essence trickling from her tender folds, the warm water soothing her throbbing aunt-pussy after the incestuous pounding.
Clean and wrapped in a soft bath towel, she returned to bed, yawning deeply as the night's exertions caught up to her. Curling up beside him, she drifted into a hazy sleep, her body still humming from the forbidden union.
The next morning, Arthas stirred awake to the sensation of soft, warm curves pressed against him. He gazed at the voluptuous mature woman in his arms, her breathing steady, a vision of taboo allure. His aunt was stunning, a beauty even among aristocrats, sharing his mother's features but with a shorter, curvier frame—1.65 meters of plush temptation compared to Lianne's tall elegance. At this moment, wrapped in his embrace, her body heat ignited him anew. Noticing the faint crow's feet at her eyes—marks of her experience—his large hands roamed her lower abdomen, tracing the soft bulge and the inviting grooves, arousal surging like wildfire.
Slipping under the covers, he buried his face between her thighs, lapping at her intimate folds with hungry fervor. They were still fragrant, with a faint floral scent, clean and irresistible. "Mmm, Aunt, this pussy tastes so fucking delicious in the morning... so juicy and sweet, it's got me rock-hard and ready to ravage again!" He recalled flooding her twice the night before, collapsing without cleaning up. Wait... she was clean now? Had she woken and washed herself? Did that mean she knew about their illicit acts? His scalp tingled with a mix of fear and excitement—if exposed, he'd face her wrath, perhaps grounding or worse, derailing his ambitions to seize military control and lead against the orcs!
But in a flash, logic cut through the panic: since she hadn't confronted him, it must be tacit consent, her elder pride keeping the facade intact. That meant he could push further, indulging in her body as he pleased. The thought sent a thrill through him, his cock swelling with renewed vigor after the night's rest, throbbing eagerly to claim her aunt-pussy once more in broad daylight!
As Arthas's mouth latched onto her soft lips, licking and sucking with greedy abandon, Priscilla was already awake, her face flushing hot under the pretense. Morning light made feigning sleep trickier—if revealed now, their relationship would fracture. She had no son of her own, treating Arthas like one with fierce devotion; she'd even orchestrated Jaina's betrothal, leveraging her ties as Kul Tiras's trade mogul and close ally to Katherine Proudmoore.
Soon, Arthas mounted her plump body again, spreading her beautiful legs with practiced ease, more confident now. He pinned her thighs wide with his feet, braced his hands on the bed, and guided his throbbing cock along her slippery groove, teasing before sinking home with a skilled hip thrust.
With a wet puff, his shaft parted her lips and plunged deep into her mature, charming depths, the massive head rubbing her textured walls, stretching her tight path to its limits. Electric fullness ripped through them both, her aunt's forbidden cunt stretched obscenely by her nephew's invading cock.
"Ah... fuck..." Arthas sighed in bliss, enveloped by her warm, wriggling folds that massaged him perfectly as he began to pump with fervent rolls of his hips. "Aunt, this pussy's so tight and sloppy wet... fuck, it's delicious, I've been horny for this forever—can't stop pounding now!" In the heat of arousal, nothing else mattered—taboos, wars, consequences faded; only the drive to fuck consumed him. Looking down, the sight of his thick shaft splitting her lips wide amid her dense black forest, her slit greedily swallowing him whole, amplified the eroticism. He accelerated, hammering into her incestuous hole with vulgar, relentless force, the visual feast turning him feral.
Priscilla's breathing quickened, shallow and urgent, her legs tensing to heighten the pleasure, clenching around him in silent urgency. She willed him to finish faster, yet savored every thrust. In the morning sun filtering through the curtains, this profiteer—ruthless in trade, squeezing every drop from subordinates—felt exposed and vulnerable, her secrets laid bare as her nephew used her aunt-body like his personal cum-dump, pounding away in shameless daylight depravity.
"Oh... Aunt... you feel so fucking good... ah... I want to fuck you every day... be my wife... I want... to breed you with my children!" Arthas ranted breathlessly, sweet nonsense spilling out. He knew it was impossible in their world of duties and alliances, but pleasing his aunt—the goddess of wealth—could unlock resources to arm legions, bolstering his power. Gaining her as a lover meant passion, wisdom, and an ally in one—three birds with one stone, all while rutting into her like a beast and filling her with his seed. "Fuck, Aunt, pounding this cunt is everything... it's so goddamn good, I'm in full beast mode—gonna wreck this hole!"
--- END OF CHAPTER 7 ---