--- CHAPTER 6: (R18) Virgin's Descent into Desire ---
Arthas could hear the sound of his own swallowing, loud in the quiet, shadow-filled room. His throat was dry with nervousness. He was a little nervous—this was an intimate act without full awareness, a violation that twisted his stomach with shame even as it thrilled him. The object was still his aunt who loved him very much, her care a constant in his life, making this betrayal feel all the more profound. But driven by desire, a relentless force born of rebirth and awakening, he still climbed onto Priscilla's body. His hands were trembling slightly as he slowly spread Priscilla's toned thighs, exposing the charming area in front of him, a sacred forbidden sight. In the dark, only the crystal liquid could be vaguely seen, shimmering like dew, beckoning him deeper into sin. "Fuck, aunt... your pussy looks so delicious, I've been dying to fuck for years," he whispered hoarsely, his virgin cock throbbing like mad, years of pent-up horniness turning him into a primal beast ready to ravage his own blood.
He couldn't help but hold his throbbing cock and rub it on her slick pussy, the slick heat sending jolts of pleasure through him. "Oh shit, aunt, this cunt is so hot and wet... it's driving me fucking crazy!" He was drawing on the movie education knowledge from his previous life—fragmented scenes of passion that now guided his fumbling attempts. He knew that he could enter, but when it came to the actual practice, he was still a little confused, inexperienced and overwhelmed. He only knew that it was very good to rub and it was slippery, the friction building an unbearable ache, and he couldn't find the entrance at all, sliding frustratingly along her folds, teasing her swollen clit and smearing her juices all over his shaft. "God, your pussy juice is everywhere... it's so good, I need to bury my dick in you now!"
In a daze, Arthas heard his aunt swallowing hard, a subtle gulp that cut through the silence. She's awake. His blood ran cold. His aunt didn't seem to be asleep, the sound betraying her awareness. He looked at his aunt a little nervously, his heart pounding, but he didn't find any movement from his aunt—no stir, no protest—which made him relieved. His shameless, reincarnator's mind immediately rationalized it, interpreting it as tacit permission in his lust-fogged mind, permission to defile his own flesh and blood in this twisted, incestuous act.
The friction made Arthas feel extremely good, waves of ecstasy rippling outward, and the fluid seemed to be increasing, slick and abundant, and it had already flowed down the aunt's thigh, trailing warm paths on her skin like a river of forbidden arousal. Arthas tried to enter inside, probing tentatively, but he didn't know whether it was due to lack of experience or the aunt's entrance being too small, tight from years of neglect. He tried many times but failed to enter, and it slipped to the side, glancing off her entrance. A few times, it even hit another sensitive spot, the accidental brush sending forbidden sparks through him, nearly making him cum all over her forbidden aunt-cunt. "Fuck, aunt, why's your hole so tight? I've waited so long to fuck... I'm losing my mind here!"
He was getting frustrated, his entire body aching with need. Suddenly, Arthas felt that the aunt seemed to move, a subtle shift, and his backside was pushed gently—her foot? The manhood suddenly entered a tight space, passed through the tight area, and entered the warm, wet and extremely tight path, enveloping him in velvet heat, her aunt's pussy gripping his virgin cock like a vice of sinful indulgence.
When the feeling of fullness came, it was warm, hot and extremely tight, a paradise that overwhelmed his senses. "Oh fuck yes! Aunt, this pussy is so delicious... it's sucking my cock so good, I'm going crazy!" Arthas almost released directly, the intensity nearly undoing him. He forgot that he was still inexperienced and moved randomly a few times, hips bucking instinctively, fucking his aunt's forbidden hole with raw, desperate thrusts.
Suddenly, his waist was numb, an electric surge building, and a stream of essence spurted out, hot and forceful, even the aunt's delicate body shook a few times in response, her inner areas fluttering around him, milking his cock as if begging for more of his nephew's seed. In an instant, all the troubles disappeared—the fears of war, the weight of royalty—vanished in bliss. The pleasure made him not care whether he would wake up the aunt, but just desperately pushed deeper, the deeper the better, chasing that profound connection, pounding into her incestuous depths like a beast claiming his kin! "Take it, aunt... fuck, filling your cunt feels so good after all these years!"
The first release lasted for half a minute before Arthas stopped and lay on his aunt, panting heavily, his body slick with sweat. Driven by desire, he kissed his aunt's lips, soft and yielding, and his palms wandered over her plump waist and full breasts, squeezing gently, savoring their weight, groping his aunt's tits like they were his personal fuck-toys. Greedily absorbing the beautiful woman's saliva, tangy with wine, the manhood under his crotch soon became aroused again, swelling inside her. This was particularly obvious to Lady Ashvane, and her inner pride swelled at having claimed his innocence, her nephew's virgin cum now coating her forbidden womb.
She was also confused at first, just feeling someone touching her, light caresses that stirred long-dormant needs. Later, her legs were spread apart, and a hot manhood rubbed against her private parts, the heat undeniable, and she realized that it was a man's—intrusive yet familiar. She wanted to resist, instincts flaring, but the next second she realized that the man on her was probably her most beloved nephew Arthas! I don't know if it was due to the anesthesia of alcohol or the desire of many years, pent up in a loveless marriage, she didn't stop it, nor did she resist, but just endured it silently, her body betraying her with growing wetness, her aunt-pussy drooling for her nephew's forbidden cock.
Later, she couldn't stand the friction anymore, teasing without fulfillment, and the manhood didn't enter, which made her a little yearning, aching for release, and she couldn't help but lift her jade foot and lightly touch her nephew's buttocks, giving it a boost—a subtle aid born of hidden longing, guiding his virgin dick into her taboo cunt.
Sure enough, the nephew entered, filling her completely, but he released before he had moved much, his youth evident! But she was not satisfied, the brief taste only whetting her appetite. Although she was a little disappointed, she was more proud, a secret thrill blooming deep inside. She had taken the innocence of her nephew and the innocence of the Prince of Lordaeron—this was an honor, a forbidden triumph! A mature woman took the innocence of a young man for the first time, which was as exciting as a man taking the innocence of someone untouched, filling her with happiness and pride she couldn't voice, faking sleep to preserve the illusion, all while her pussy clenched around his spent cock, hungry for more incestuous seed.
After a while, Priscilla felt that she was being touched and kissed by her nephew, his hands exploratory and reverent. The manhood in her body soon revived, still so big, and she was a little full, stretched deliciously. The manhood after release was still so energetic, worthy of being a young man, his vitality a stark contrast to her husband's indifference!
Arthas moved again and again, without any skills, raw and fervent, pressing on the plump body, just like lying on a mattress, soft and giving. While kissing the mature woman's mouth, deep and possessive, his lower body connected with the aunt's intimate area hard, each movement a claim. The manhood stirred the fluid inside, making a gurgling sound, wet and intimate, her aunt-cunt slurping greedily on his nephew-dick. The area tightened from time to time, clamping and giving him an unusually good feeling, like a loving embrace. He also took a breath of cold air from time to time to relieve the heat in his body, the intensity building. "Fuck, aunt, your cunt's gripping me like it wants to keep me forever... it's so good, I'm in primal mode, can't stop pounding!"
Touching the smooth skin of the aunt, I really don't know how she maintains it—perhaps the sea air of Kul Tiras, or her disciplined life—she is almost 40 years old, but her skin is still so smooth, silken under his fingers. And the tightness of the area is almost the same as that of someone untouched, gripping him fiercely. Arthas knows very well what kind of woman his aunt is: proud, commanding, she is too arrogant and disdains to find a male lover, scorning lesser men. The couple is not in harmony, distant and cold; it is probably that there has been no intimacy for more than ten years, a drought that made her even tighter, more responsive—no wonder it is so tight, a gift for him alone, her nephew's exclusive fuck-hole!
"Oh... aunt... I'm in... You are my... woman... I want... to be with you every day..." Arthas growled low, his voice rough with passion, between fervent kisses, confessing his twisted desire to breed his own aunt. "This pussy is so delicious, aunt... fuck, it's making me go wild!"
Arthas kissed the lips of the aunt, while making a low roar that echoed his inner turmoil. His lower body kept hitting the tight area of the mature aunt, and he pushed it in hard every time, relentless, slamming his cock into her forbidden pussy like he was punishing her for being his blood relative. His feet supported the bed sheet, almost lifting the aunt's beautiful legs to the thighs, and pressed down hard—it was savage, rough, and without any skills, but it made the aunt feel intense internally, her body responding despite her silence, her incestuous cunt spasming around his invading shaft.
If you turn on the light, you can see that Lady Ashvane tilted her head back, and her white neck was so excited that even the blue veins seemed to be emerging, like a beautiful swan in graceful agony!
She grabbed the bed sheet with both hands, and her fingers sank deeply into the bed sheet, leaving countless wrinkles on the bed sheet, which showed that she was not calm inside, a storm raging beneath her facade, her body betraying her lust for her nephew's forbidden fucking.
She didn't want her nephew to know that she was awake. The pride of her position clashed with the happiness of this secret union, and she didn't know how to face her nephew—admit the incestuous pull? It would be better to continue pretending to sleep, which would be good for both her and Arthas, preserving their relationship while savoring the forbidden joy, letting him rut into her like a depraved animal.
Arthas took a deep breath, and felt a pleasure of being pinched and sucked when the tip was thrusting, exquisite and building, and this pleasure made him want to release again, teetering on the edge. He didn't know that his increasingly large movements had woken up his aunt long ago. He only wanted to vent his desires, the fear of coming to a strange world after rebirth, the frustration of the boring court life with its endless protocols, the desire for power to lead against the orcs, and the possessiveness of women—all channeled into this act, into defiling his aunt's sacred body. "Aunt, your pussy's sucking me so hard... fuck, it's delicious, I'm going insane!"
"Priscilla... you are mine... wife... ah... I have liked you... ah... loved you... aunt... ah... you are mine... no one can take you away... ah... give me a child... aunt... my wife..." he confessed breathlessly, words tumbling out, blending love and lust in a taboo vow, begging to impregnate his own aunt with his royal seed.
Listening to the confession of her nephew, even the ruthless lady could not help but feel her heart throb, a warmth spreading. A feeling of tenderness made her accept Arthas fully—if it were not for family affection, she would never tolerate such behavior, but now that she knows that her nephew likes her, her feelings have changed a little, evolving from elder care to something deeper. Is it love or family affection? None of this prevents her from reaching peak because of her excitement, the pride of taking his innocence swelling her happiness! Arthas felt that his aunt's area suddenly tightened, and the center tightly sucked the tip, an intense grip. The area clamped the manhood and kept squirming back and forth, trying to squeeze out all his essence, milking him relentlessly, her aunt-pussy demanding every drop of his forbidden cum!
--- END OF CHAPTER 6 ---