--- CHAPTER 17: (R18) The Humiliated Queen of the Fallen Kingdom ---
My head... gods, my head is pounding like a relentless warhammer against my skull. Where... where the fuck am I? This isn't my bed—the sheets are too damn fine, silkier than anything in my personal quarters, smooth and luxurious like they're woven from clouds. And that scent... jasmine? It smells like... pure royalty, feminine and intoxicating. Oh shit, what did I do last night? Arthas cracked his eyes open just enough to let the dim candlelight filter in, revealing the sheer panic etched across her beautiful, mature face. Oh, Light above, it's her. Queen Taria—Varian's mother, the exiled queen of Stormwind. How the hell did I stumble into her room drunk off my ass? Smooth move, you absolute idiot. But fuck... just look at her. Those massive, heaving tits spilling out of her thin nightgown like forbidden treasures begging to be claimed, her thick, curvaceous thighs peeking seductively from under the rumpled sheets, practically inviting me to dive between them. I've been horny as a feral beast ever since that damn System quest popped up, my cock throbbing like mad, veins bulging with years of pent-up frustration and reincarnated lust. And now? Here's a queen, vulnerable, alone in this unguarded chamber, no servants or knights to interrupt. Primal instincts are kicking in hard—my blood's boiling, my mind racing with depraved thoughts. I need to fuck her senseless, conquer that royal pussy with every inch of my shaft, pound her into utter submission until she's my personal sex toy, moaning my name and craving more. She's mine to claim, to ravage, to fill with my seed—taboo be damned, this is power incarnate.
She knew exactly what it was—the unmistakable, rock-hard press of a man's insistent arousal grinding against her thigh. Turning her head in wide-eyed terror, she locked eyes with the intruder. No... Light preserve me, it's not my son Varian, but his closest friend—Arthas Menethil, the Crown Prince of Lordaeron himself! How did he get in here? We're completely alone, no guards at the door, no one to hear my cries. This can't be happening—my heart's racing, a cold dread spreading through my veins like poison. A chilling wave of fear engulfed her entire body, making her skin prickle and her breath catch. He's approaching me with that predatory look, his intent crystal clear in those lust-filled eyes. If I resist, if I scream or fight back, the fragile reconstruction of Stormwind Kingdom will shatter like glass. Without the full support of the Alliance, especially Lordaeron—the most powerful human realm— we'll be doomed to eternal exile, my son Varian's throne forever out of reach. Arthas holds immense sway; offending him could mean the end of everything I've fought for since the fall of Stormwind. I... I must endure this humiliation, swallow my pride, and let him have his way. Even if it means surrendering my body to his violation, allowing him to defile me deeply, intimately, in ways no widow should ever consider. The shame burns, but for my kingdom, for my son, I'll bear it—let him take what he wants, pound away until he's sated, all to secure our future alliance.
And then, as if the universe itself conspired to deepen the depraved awkwardness of the moment, the System interface chimed in with its ethereal glow, overlaying his vision like a divine decree.
[System UI] Accept the task: Origin of Life. [Task: Origin of Life] The continuation of life depends on the bonds of all things. Try to connect. Connect with three different women, regardless of race. [Task Reward] Naturally increase the favorability of intimate bonds by 20. Intimacy will definitely satisfy the other party. You can obtain life essence every time you connect. [Life Essence] Accumulating enough life essence can improve strength, prolong life, heal wounded soldiers, and revive souls.
Staring at the glowing panel's sudden prompt, Arthas froze for a heartbeat, his mind reeling. A straight-up sex quest? The System's handing me a mission to fuck three different women? 'Connect'? 'Satisfy them completely'? 'Harvest life essence'? This turns me into some kind of alliance-forging, power-boosting stud, breeding my way to godhood. And the rewards—boosting my strength, extending life, even reviving the dead? Who the hell could turn this down? This isn't just a quest; it's destiny, a divine mandate to conquer pussies and build an empire of lust. No way I'm refusing— this is the greatest objective in any game's history, reincarnated or not! He glanced back at the trembling woman before him, her friendly green name tag hovering: "Taria (Queen of Stormwind)." Well, holy shit. Target number one right here in my grasp, and what a glorious, taboo start. Her pussy's gonna be exquisite, tight and royal, dripping with forbidden allure. I've been lusting for a hole like this forever—time to make her scream my name, pound her until she's broken and begging for more of my cock.
What immediately caught his predatory eye was the lazy, seductive form of the mature woman sprawled on the massive bed, her two plump, voluptuous white legs crossed and stacked in a tantalizing pose that accentuated their curves, her white, tender feet arched gracefully. Ten delicate, jade-like toes were adorned with bright red nail polish, gleaming like precious rubies embedded in flawless marble, each one begging to be kissed or sucked. A thin, silken blanket draped loosely over her plump, round waist, rising and falling rhythmically with her anxious breathing, hinting at the lush hips and ass hidden beneath. Fuck me, those legs are perfection—I wanna pry them wide open, hoist them over my shoulders, and ram my throbbing dick balls-deep into that queen-cunt until she's howling in ecstasy. Those feet? I'd worship them with my tongue if it meant getting to plunder her depths, feeling her toes curl as I pound her senseless.
"Hmm!"
Right, focus—System task demands action. Gotta 'connect' deeply, harvest that life essence for power, all in the name of saving the realm. Obviously, this is for the greater good. Arthas lunged forward, pinning Queen Taria beneath his muscular frame, yanking down his pants in one swift motion to unleash his throbbing, veiny cock, standing proud and insistent. The hangover had already primed him, making his shaft ache with need, but the quest's explicit encouragement turned him into an unscrupled beast, ready to ravage without mercy. Sorry not sorry, Varian—this is high-stakes diplomacy at its rawest. We shared drinks and dreams of glory last night, bonding like brothers; now, in the blink of an eye, I'm mounting your mother's plush, curvaceous body, my cock poised to plunge deep and forge a forbidden, incestuous-like bond that defies all decency. Betraying my best friend like this? The shame twists in my gut like a knife, but fuck, it's exhilarating, sending jolts of dark thrill straight to my balls. Gonna pound her royal pussy raw, make her walls clench around me in taboo ecstasy—this depravity's driving me absolutely insane with uncontrollable lust.
"No, Your Highness, please no! Stop this madness!"
Queen Taria cried out in sheer desperation, her nightgown being roughly stripped away, exposing her full, heaving breasts and the soft curves of her body. If he takes me fully, penetrates me like this, the shame will consume my soul forever. Even as a widow since the fall of Stormwind, I've remained faithful to my late husband's memory—a devoted wife and mother through and through. My manicures and grooming are just part of noble daily life, a way to maintain dignity in exile, not an invitation for this violation! How can I face Varian if I submit?
Shit, she's resisting hard—time for Plan B: the Royal Negotiation, twisting her desperation to my advantage. "Surrender your body to me completely, let me fuck you into oblivion, and I'll pour Lordaeron's resources into rebuilding Stormwind. I'll champion Varian's claim to the throne, ensure he's crowned king. Spread those legs wide, let me own your pussy, and I'll take care of you both like my own—protect you, provide for you." Her resistance? Fuck it—I'll back her fallen kingdom fully if she submits, becomes my secret whore, her royal cunt my personal playground to pound whenever I desire.
Arthas forced her trembling legs apart with rough hands, grinding his swollen, leaking tip against her intimate entrance, teasing the folds that guarded her sacred core. This is low, even for a reincarnated prince like me—using her kingdom's fate as leverage to force her submission. But the quest demands it, the life essence calls, and my cock's screaming for release. Needs must when the System drives.
Due to her frantic struggles and twisting body, he couldn't quite penetrate, her thighs clenching in defiance. Frustrated and aroused, he smacked her plump ass hard with his open palm, the crack echoing in the chamber!
Snap!
"Ah! That hurts!"
Queen Taria yelped in sharp pain, a vivid, stinging red handprint blooming across her pale, creamy skin like a brand of ownership, stark and dazzling against the flawless white. The burn... it's humiliating, degrading, but it's frozen me in shock, my body going still under his dominance. I can't fight him off—he's too strong, too determined.
Got her to freeze—perfect. Now close the deal, make her see the stakes. "If you want my full help, my unwavering support, then cooperate like a good queen. After the brutal war with the orcs, the Alliance will have no spoils, just crippling losses and empty coffers. Without my influence pushing for funds, Stormwind's reconstruction will be a pipe dream—your people starving, your son an eternal exile!" Spread those royal legs wide for me, queen—let me fuck you deep and hard, and your son's future throne is secured. It all hinges on how well your experienced pussy grips and milks my cock, how loudly you moan as I claim you.
Arthas taunted with a wicked grin, continuing to rub and prod at her entrance with his thick shaft. Not long after, despite her mental resistance, a treacherous warmth began to build, her body betraying her with slick arousal. Ah-ha, got her—politics is a hell of an aphrodisiac. Mature women like her are so sensitive; even if her mind screams no, her pussy's honest as hell, getting wet and ready for me. Fuck, she's dripping already, her queen-cunt drooling eagerly for my invading dick, coating me in her forbidden juices.
Threatening a friend's mother like this? It's utterly shameful, a stain on my soul, but when raw desire overtakes everything, morality crumbles to dust. What shame, what ethics—none of it matters as much as the burning eagerness to connect right now, to bury myself in her heat and harvest that sweet life essence. Quest rewards await, and her body is the key.
A single tear escaped from Queen Taria's eyes, tracing down her cheek where subtle crow's feet spoke of her maturity and hardships, her pearly white teeth biting down hard on her full lower lip in anguish. "Your Highness, are you truly doing this for Varian? Twisting my love for my son against me like this—it's cruel, unforgivable." The words choked in her throat, her heart shattering.
"Of course he does—he wants me to take good care of you, deeply and thoroughly!"
A complete, bald-faced lie, twisting our friendship into something vile, but it's exactly what she needs to hear to break her resolve. "Take good care of you..." Yeah, 'care' by ramming my cock into your depths, pounding you until you're a quivering mess filled with my cum. With a primal roar that echoed his inner turmoil, Arthas sank his waist forward in one powerful motion, his thick, insistent cock piercing through the protective folds of her intimate entrance. The swollen head squeezed past the tight ring, forcing its way into the warm, enveloping depths that hadn't known a man's touch in years.
The sensation was overwhelming—warm, scorching hot, welcoming like a velvet glove tailored just for him, the tender walls surrounding his shaft from all sides in a grip that sent waves of pleasure crashing through his body. Oh... Light above... that is... that is pure ecstasy. This isn't some common maid's hole; this is a queen's pussy, royal and exquisite, clenching around me like it's been waiting for my conquest. The System is a goddamn genius for this quest—unbelievable bliss, every inch of her milking me. "Fuck, queen... your pussy's a goddamn masterpiece, so tight and hot it's melting my cock... gripping me like it wants to keep me buried forever! I've been horny for a royal cunt like this for eons—I'm losing my fucking mind pounding into you!"
With his eyes squeezed shut in rapturous bliss, savoring the pleasure of being enveloped and drawn deeper by her spasming walls, the woman beneath him let out a soft, involuntary sigh as his cock filled her completely. The perfect, girthy size stretched her neglected depths to their absolute extreme, leaving no gap, no space unfilled between their joined forms.
"Ah! Gently, please—it's too much!"
Queen Taria leaned back with her elegant white jade neck arched in a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure, the sudden fullness of the hot, invading arousal nearly overwhelming her mature body. Her jade-like hands reflexively hugged the boy's broad back, fingers digging into his skin for support, and her two beautiful, toned legs splayed outward instinctively, trying to relax her inner muscles as much as possible to accommodate his girth, allowing the man to enter more smoothly, more deeply. After the initial shock of his cock breaching her, some of her mental resistance crumbled away, leaving only the aching sorrow in her heart clashing with the building, traitorous pleasure surging through her body.
"Hiss, ah, auntie, you're so fucking welcoming—your pussy's sucking me in like a starving whore!"
Okay, slipping and calling her 'auntie' again—it's a weird choice, but it feels... right, twisted and familiar, echoing my morning 'diplomacy' with Priscilla. My brain's clearly cross-wired from all this lust and power play. Arthas praised breathlessly, his cock tightly enveloped in her heat, the sensual friction sending sparks of ecstasy up his spine, combined with the all-encompassing embrace of her walls wrapping him from every angle. The intimate area, untouched for several long, lonely years, was indeed incredibly tight, a vice-like grip that made every thrust a battle and a bliss. As he began to move, rolling his hips in slow, testing rhythms, it became more and more inviting, her body adapting despite itself, secreting more slick warmth to ease the invasion. "Fuck, auntie... this pussy is so goddamn good, sucking and milking my dick like a seasoned pro—I'm in full primal mode now, gonna fuck you raw and relentless until you're screaming!"
Queen Taria felt extremely miserable, her soul torn asunder; she had been threatened into this degrading act, her body joined against her will with her own son's good friend in the most immoral, forbidden way imaginable. Although the emotional pain stabbed like a dagger, her long-neglected body began to warm up traitorously after years of celibacy and widowhood. The depths of a mature woman like her had a strong, innate adaptability, honed by experience. After the initial shock of adapting to the joining of this foreign, insistent presence, it began to gradually secrete more and more warmth, lubricating the connection, easing the friction into something dangerously pleasurable. She was overwhelmed by the waves of ecstasy that she could not fully resist, her mind screaming in denial while her body betrayed her. Desperately, she tried to suppress the intimate sounds building in her throat, biting her lip until it bled, but still, sharp, short sighs escaped—extremely seductive, gentle, and beautiful, like the whispers of a siren luring him deeper.
"Ah... Auntie... Your depths are so fucking good... Ah... I should... have connected with you... claimed this pussy... much earlier..."
I'm a bastard—an absolute, first-class, crown-wearing bastard of the highest order. She's crying, tears streaming down her face, her body shaking with sobs, but I'm not stopping, not even slowing down. And her body... her treacherous body isn't stopping either—it's welcoming me in, gripping tighter with every thrust, her juices flowing like a river. This is... this is raw power, the kind that kings dream of, dominating not just lands but bodies and souls. Arthas moved his lips hungrily to the full, red lips of the mature queen, seeking to claim her mouth as he had her body, but the other party quickly turned her head away, as if desperately trying to maintain at least a sliver of her shattered reserve and dignity amid the violation.
Oh, no you don't—resistance is futile now. "Meet me halfway! Open those lips for me—kiss me back like you mean it!"
"Mmm!"
Queen Taria's eyes overflowed with fresh tears, streaming down her flushed cheeks in rivers of humiliation, and she humiliatingly complied, parting her lips to meet his invading tongue. My lower body is being vigorously met, claimed with brutal thrusts, and now even my mouth is taken—the secreted warmth is being stirred into a frothy mess, making obscene sounds of 'pa pa pa, gurgling, gurgling' that fill the room like a profane symphony. This lewd noise makes me feel so ashamed, so degraded, but still, my hips twist unconsciously to welcome his advances, my body humiliatingly embracing the man's rhythm, syncing with his pounding—oh Light, the shame is unbearable! "Fuck, queen... your cunt's slurping and sucking my cock so loudly—it's delicious, so wet and nasty, driving me absolutely crazy as I thrust deeper and harder into your forbidden depths!"
--- END OF CHAPTER 17 ---