--- CHAPTER 18: (R18) Intimate Bond with Friend's Mother ---
As Arthas worked his hips steadily, driving his thick cock in and out with a deliberate, building rhythm, Queen Taria's lower body felt profoundly full, stuffed to the brim in a way that made her gasp. The overwhelming fullness expanded her intimate walls to their maximum capacity, the stretching sensation sending tingles of numbness and pleasure radiating through her core. How long had it been since she'd felt this kind of invasion, this raw, animalistic claiming? Gods, it had been years since her husband's death, and now her body was responding like a traitor, savoring the ache, the burn, the ecstasy. She didn't know how she'd survived without this feeling, but now it was flooding back, drowning her in shame and desire. Her throat released soft, involuntary sighs, her mouth claimed in deep, possessive kisses that turned those sighs into muffled, humming vibrations. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding echoed louder, her arousal churned into a slick mess that intensified the depraved atmosphere, thick with the scent of sex and betrayal. The bed creaks under their weight, the silk sheets tangling around them like bindings.
"Auntie... do you feel good? Listen to how much you're gushing for me... your pussy's loving every inch," Arthas murmured against her lips, his voice full of smug pride, laced with the thrill of conquest. He savors the power, his hands roaming her curves, pinching and caressing.
This was it—real, unadulterated power. Not just commanding armies or wearing a title, but this: breaking a queen, making her body betray her mind. With a shaft like his, strong and insistent, he could pursue any woman, bend them to his will. And this wasn't even his full potential—as he grew, so would it, and mature women like her would be captivated, addicted to the stretch, the depth. The thought alone made him throb harder, his thrusts gaining force.
"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!" he groaned, pulling back from the kiss to watch her face, her expressions of conflict fueling him.
"Woo... Mmm..." Taria shook her head desperately from side to side, her long hair whipping across the pillows, indicating with all her might that she wasn't feeling good, that this was torture. But her breathing grew heavier, labored and ragged, and she let out occasional, unintentional sighs that betrayed her. Her hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles white, as waves of unwanted pleasure crash over her.
"No, Arthas... it's too much. You're overwhelming me," she whispered, her voice cracking as her hips ground back against him instinctively, like a wanton response she couldn't control. It was the classic denial of a noblewoman, raised to be proper, but deep down, the heat was building, undeniable. And gods, her fighting it only made him want to break her more. The gentle, low sounds were melodic, but she stopped them immediately each time, clamping down on her lip because she didn't want to indulge, didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Yet, her body arches, seeking more friction.
"Admit it, Taria. Your body's telling the truth—those sighs, the way you're grinding back. You love it," Arthas teased, his hands gripping her thighs tighter, spreading her wider.
She needs more encouragement to crack fully, he thought. Let's try this position—push her limits. The System's quest pulses in his mind, urging him to deepen the connection, harvest the essence.
Arthas maneuvered her mature, beautiful legs up onto his broad shoulders, pressing his weight down onto her tender, curvaceous form. He thrust downward again and again in a deep, penetrating connection, using forceful drives like anchoring a ship in a storm. This new angle made Taria cry out sharply, her voice breaking the air like a whip, her eyes glazing over with hazy lust she couldn't hide. The depth reaches new places, stirring forgotten sensations.
"Ah! Arthas... that's too deep! You're hitting my core... it's... it's unbearable!" she gasped, her toes curling as pleasure spread like wildfire, consuming her from the inside out, leaving only aching longing. It expanded through her body, a tidal wave of sensation, irresistible, making her back arch off the bed.
"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!" Arthas growled, his rhythm intensifying, sweat beading on his brow.
Seeing his friend's mother still holding back, clenching her jaw against the moans, he deliberately increased his pace, meeting her with bone-jarring slams that caused their bodies to make loud, echoing snapping sounds, flesh against flesh in a symphony of depravity. The room seems to vibrate with their energy.
Taria, overwhelmed, pressed her hand against his chiseled chest and begged breathlessly, "Don't be so intense... ah... it's too loud... we'll be heard by the servants or guards... please, slow down!" Her fear of discovery heightens the tension, her walls clenching tighter.
"Then I'll ask you again... do you feel good? Admit it to me," Arthas demanded, leaning in close, his breath hot on her neck.
Come on, break and confess it all. We're both in this filth—might as well own the pleasure. He wants her full submission, not just her body.
He traced her sensitive earlobe with his tongue, nibbling firmly and drawing it into his mouth, while his lower body met hers harder, occasionally grinding against her core and rubbing the sensitive center with his swollen tip, circling it to heighten the torment. The dual sensations drive her wild.
"Arthas... stop teasing... ah... it's driving me mad," Taria whimpered, her body tensing more, muscles coiling like springs. Finally, she let out a long, shuddering sigh, her white and tender legs lifting high, painted toes leveling in the air, her tender walls contracting violently around him, milking with rhythmic pulses that nearly pushed him over the edge. Her first peak approaches, unstoppable.
"Fine... yes... it feels good," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, tears of shame mixing with ecstasy.
Ha! Got it—victory tastes so sweet. The confession breaks something in her, opening the floodgates.
"My presence inside you makes you feel good, right? Say it—my cock's pleasuring your royal pussy," Arthas pressed, pausing his hips to lower his head and kiss her full, red lips softly, offering comfort in her vulnerability. A little tenderness to make her crave more closeness in the future. Bedroom politics, binding alliances tighter than treaties. His kiss is surprisingly gentle, contrasting the roughness.
Taria murmured against his mouth, a mix of resignation and budding desire, "Well... ah... you are so bold... don't humiliate me like this... auntie... okay... it's too much for my heart." Her hands move to his back, pulling him closer.
"No... auntie... my partner now... tell me honestly... do you feel good when I connect with you, when my cock fills you?" He continued grinding her core, stirring relentlessly. "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!" His words are designed to erode her resistance.
"Well... ah..." Taria breathed softly, her chest heaving. As his rhythm accelerated like a building storm, she no longer suppressed her voice fully, sighing in low, controlled tones. The instinctive reaction clashed with her shame, making her bite her lip until it swelled red.
"Good... yes, it feels good... your cock... it's pleasuring me," she confessed, her resolve cracking completely, her body fully engaged.
Checkmate—total submission. The System registers the connection strengthening, essence building.
"Then can we still connect in the future... fuck like this again and again?" Arthas asked, eyes gleaming. How could there be no second time after tasting this royal delight? This was building an intimate alliance. Controlling her, making her crave him, turned her into his closest ally, her body and loyalty under his influence. The political implications made his thrusts harder, envisioning future encounters.
"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!" he declared, his pace relentless.
"Ah... I don't know... please, just finish... I can't think straight," Taria replied, not answering directly, her mind warring as she teetered on another peak, body quaking, unable to say no outright.
That's not a hard no—I'll take it as a yes. His arousal joined her tight, warm depths again and again, tender walls wrinkled like a loving hold, drawing him deeper. Soft folds rubbed his shaft, numbness intensifying. The ache and warmth made him speed up, hips blurring. The enveloping touch made him want to linger forever in this heat.
"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!" Arthas panted, his muscles straining.
"Gently... ah... ah... ah... nh... gently... it's too much... you're breaking me!" Taria gasped, clutching him tighter, her nails leaving marks.
"Ah... I'm cumming... Auntie... I'm going to release... flood you..." His rhythm frenzied, breathing ragged, pleasure coiling in his balls. He savored a few more deep thrusts. Life essence incoming, harvesting from this royal womb. The quest nears completion for this stage.
"Your cunt's milking me so good—fuck, it's delicious, gonna fill you up to the brim with my hot seed!" he warned, his voice hoarse.
"Don't... ah... don't release inside... ah... pull away... ah... don't... please!" Taria pushed at his chest desperately, nails digging in. She didn't want to be filled, marked as his. No preventive measures in this world might lead to pregnancy, binding them forever. Impossible to explain—her husband gone, carrying this forbidden bond? Scandal for her son. Her panic is real, but her body clenches, pulling him deeper.
Oh, those ties... a baby from this? Twisted, but arousing. The thought pushes him over.
Intense pleasure rushed like a tidal wave, overwhelming her. She covered her mouth to block ecstatic sighs. His thick arousal drew her sensitive depths heavily with each withdrawal, then joined brutally. After more than ten vigorous slams, shaking the bed, his waist numbed, and he pushed deep one final time, pressing against her core. Waves of thick, hot essence surged in powerful ropes, rushing into her mature depths, claiming the space 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!" Arthas roared, his body shuddering.
"No! Ah! Please, not inside!" Taria cried in grief, realizing she was filled, marked forever. The fullness pushed her over the edge, her depths quivering in a powerful peak. She lay limp, panting heavily, her orgasming body receiving wave after wave of essence, core and womb claimed in this fertile moment—it might lead to a child from this union. The System chimes softly: Life Essence acquired.
The surge lasted a full minute, pulse after pulse, before Arthas stopped, resting with her in his arms, both slick with sweat. He was exhausted, muscles aching; Taria was spent from the ordeal. They'd connected for over an hour, lost in lust—a steady rhythm forging unbreakable bonds.
Varian, resting nearby, had no idea his friend had coerced his mother, drawing her into closeness by coercion and persuasion. She hadn't resisted fully in the end, body surrendering as mind rebelled, and he released into her depths without hesitation, seeking explosive release regardless of consequences.
"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 for more!" Arthas whispered, holding her close, stroking her hair.
Taria lay there, tears mixing with sweat, whispering, "What have we done? This betrayal... it changes everything. Promise me you'll help Varian, make this worth the shame." Her voice is weak, seeking reassurance.
Arthas nodded, stroking her hair gently. "I promise, Taria. For the alliance... and for us." His words seal the pact, the night ending in uneasy peace.
--- END OF CHAPTER 18 ---