--- CHAPTER 19: (R18) Early Morning Closeness ---
In the early morning, the sun was shining brightly through the curtains, casting golden rays across the room, but it was still early for the lazy nobles of Lordaeron. Most of the aristocracy lingered in their beds until late at night from their lavish parties, and might not even wake up for lunch the next day, preferring to sleep off their excesses. Only the servants and common folk would get up at this hour, bustling about their duties—running around for a meager living, preparing meals, cleaning chambers, and tending to the needs of their betters.
Queen Taria woke up first, her eyes fluttering open to the shocking reality of lying naked in the arms of a man who was younger than her own son, his softened but still impressive cock nestled inside her sore, cum-filled pussy. He's... still buried deep in me, even in sleep. And... oh Light, I can feel him stirring, hardening again. What have I become, a plaything for this boy-king? The shame from last night floods back, but my body... it's responding already, warming to his presence. When she glanced out the window at the rising sun, she didn't care about being shy anymore—panic surged through her—and she pushed at Arthas urgently. "Your Highness, get up quickly and leave—you'll be discovered by the maids or guards any moment now."
Queen Taria didn't know whether Arthas had truly woken up or if he was feigning sleep, but she knew without a doubt that the arousal still lodged inside her body had begun to revive fully, stirring and swelling with morning vigor. When she looked up into his face, she saw Arthas's knowing, predatory smile spreading across his lips. "No... ah!! Please, not again!"
Arthas pressed his weight down on her once more, lowering his head to capture one of her pink, hardened buds between his lips, sucking greedily. "Just one more time, auntie—help me release quick, cooperate with me a little, let me cum faster so I can slip out unnoticed." Okay, that's a little white lie to ease her in, but I do need to 'connect' again, plunge deep and harvest more of that precious life essence. For the quest, for my growing power, uh... for my 'health' and the System's demands. Yes, definitely for that. "Fuck, auntie... your tits are so delicious, full and firm—I'm hard as rock already, need to pound your pussy again... the primal urge is insane, driving me to rut like an animal!"
"Ah! You can't... we must stop this!"
Queen Taria sighed helplessly, her voice a mix of resignation and lingering desire; she knew all too well that young men who had just tasted the forbidden fruits of such intimate bonds were like insatiable wolves, eager to connect again and again, and no amount of persuasion could sway them from their lust. The mentality of the mature woman was also very open now, pragmatic in the face of her situation. See? She's practical, logical even in defeat—she knows a good deal when she's... well, 'on' one, impaled and filled. Since I've already been drawn into this depravity once, marked and filled with his seed, what's a second time? It changes nothing in the grand scheme, only deepens the bond I can't escape. She obediently parted her legs wider, twisting her hips seductively to make herself more welcoming, aligning her slick entrance to his thrusting rhythm, her body betraying her with eager anticipation.
After connecting for more than ten minutes in this renewed frenzy, Queen Taria had already peaked once, her body shuddering through a powerful orgasm that left her beautiful eyes a little blurry, glazed with post-climactic haze. Arthas looked down at the beautiful, mature woman under him with a swell of pride in his chest. If the approach to his aunt Lady Ashvane had been driven by the dark thrill of forbidden, incestuous ties, then connecting with Queen Taria was a whole new level of immoral excitement—the rush of claiming a friend's mother, defiling her in secret while Varian slept nearby. This is... so wrong on every level, a betrayal that would shatter our brotherhood if he knew. And yet, so, so right—the 'ashamed and excited' feeling is back, amplified ten-fold, making my cock throb harder inside her. He traced his hands over her plump backside and pulled away his arousal with a wet pop. "Turn around now—I want to connect from behind, take you like a bitch in heat!" "Bend over for me, auntie—show me that royal ass... fuck, gonna ream your cunt from behind, it's gonna feel so good, so deep!"
The word "connect" was said very firmly, with emphasis, as if underscoring the System's mandate. The task requires thoroughness, multiple angles, complete dominance—yes, thoroughness in every pounding thrust. And the view from back here is just... spectacular, her ass presented like a gift.
Queen Taria turned around with a deep blush staining her cheeks, lying on the bed in a vulnerable, submissive pose on all fours. Women are like this—before being joined, they cry and protest, clinging to every shred of reserve that cannot be breached. But when they are really joined, penetrated and filled, they don't cry or make a fuss anymore; they submit, even crave it.
He lifted her snow-white, round backside with both hands, spreading her legs wide to expose her glistening folds, then aimed his throbbing arousal at the warm, inviting depths between her snow-white form, and slammed straight in with a single, powerful thrust. Gods above... this is... this is a masterpiece of flesh. Varian, your mom is a work of erotic art, curves and heat designed for fucking. I am... an art collector. A very, very hands-on art collector, plundering every inch. "Fuck yes, auntie... your pussy from behind is absolutely delicious—so tight, so deep, gripping me like a vice... I'm slamming in now, going crazy with how good it feels, every thrust hitting new spots!"
"Auntie... you are so inviting... ah... so good... I'll claim you fully, own every part of this body!"
Arthas met Queen Taria's nearly perfect, round backside hard, the slaps of flesh ringing out, grabbing her beautiful long hair with one hand like guiding a graceful steed by the reins, and tracing her heavy, swaying breasts that kept moving back and forth with the other hand from time to time, pinching and twisting her nipples. The tip could touch the soft, sensitive core every time, making him feel more refreshed, more empowered with each deep penetration.
Although Queen Taria was experiencing unprecedented pleasure, waves of ecstasy that made her vision blur and her mind fog, she still had a little reserve left that prevented her from speaking out loud, from begging or moaning freely. She just silently raised her full, plush backside higher to welcome the man's impact more deeply. Every time the tip penetrated deep into her body, battering her cervix, her legs would tremble uncontrollably with the surge of pleasure. Her long-neglected body and the deep-seated longings of a mature woman were craving for men to claim her hard, to gallop and rhythm on her plump form like a stallion, and conquer her completely, body and soul!
Arthas was breathing heavily from time to time, his eyes a little intense and wild, the pleasure of this connection too wonderful to describe—looking down at the arousal going in and out of the tight and moist depths, the walls drawing like countless gentle holds welcoming his entry—this feeling was so good that his scalp tingled with electric bliss. Coupled with the mature woman's labored breathing and occasional urging sighs, he felt a sincere, swelling pride in his chest. Is this the status and power of a prince, to take what I want, when I want? Then what are the benefits of being a king—unlimited access to pussies like this? I can't wait to find out, to expand my harem of conquests. "Your ass is perfect, auntie... fuck, pounding this pussy doggy-style is utterly insane—it's so good, clenching my cock like a vice, milking me dry with every slam!"
"Well... ah... hurry up... ah... don't get caught... ah..."
Queen Taria did not forget to remind him while embracing the man's impact, her voice breathy and urgent. She was really afraid of being discovered, the scandal ruining everything. She's worried about getting caught—smart woman. But the panic makes her grip even tighter, her pussy spasming in fear and pleasure. This is... an unexpected bonus, heightening everything.
"Ah... Auntie... take the lead now... I'll release soon!"
Arthas pulled away his arousal suddenly, the crisp, wet sound of separation making the mature woman's pretty face flush even deeper with embarrassment.
Being claimed passively and actively taking the upper position to welcome the man are two completely different things—night and day in terms of submission. Last night, she could still claim it was all coercion, that she was approached and powerless to resist fully. But if she takes the initiative to join now, to ride me like a queen on her throne, wouldn't it mean that she has fully committed to this bond with Arthas, accepted him as her lover? The shame of straying with a man younger than her son made her tremble and excited, and there was a feeling of surrender stimulating her to embrace such a tie, to give in completely.
Sighing deeply with resignation, Queen Taria took the initiative to climb onto Arthas's lap, straddling him, holding her plump and firm thighs with one hand for balance and grasping Arthas's thick, slick arousal with the other. She twisted her waist slightly, undulating her hips to search for the location of her depths, and after aiming precisely at the entrance, she lowered herself slowly, drawing the arousal into her depths bit by bit, inch by throbbing inch.
And... checkmate. She's surrendered completely now, taking control. This isn't just me 'connecting' with her; this is her 'connecting' with me, actively. It seals the deal—she's mine. "Ride me hard, auntie... fuck, sink that pussy down on my cock—it's so delicious watching you take every inch like a good slut!"
"Auntie is really graceful—such a queenly way to fuck!"
Arthas teased with a knowing, triumphant smile, drawing in one of her full, bouncing breasts with his mouth, sucking hard, and pushed upward with his lower body in a powerful counter-thrust. Puff! The tip squeezed through the entrance and entered the warm and enveloping depths once more. It was warm, hot, and welcoming, as if wrapped in a gentle, tidal embrace. The tender walls of the depths surrounded it from all sides. This feeling was indescribable, a perfect union. With her eyes closed tightly, she enjoyed the pleasure of being drawn in deeper. The woman above him also sighed because of the joining of the insistent arousal. The size perfectly stretched the depths to the extreme, and there was no barrier between the forms. "Bounce on it faster, auntie... your pussy's milking me so good—fuck, it's insane how tight and wet you are, gripping like you were made for this!"
"Hmm... ah ... ah ... ah... gentle... not so deep..."
Queen Taria breathed heavily while looking down at the joint position of the two people, her eyes widening at the lewd sight. Looking at how her two intimate folds drew the man's arousal under the lush frame of her pubic hair, drawing it up and down in rhythmic motions, the scene was extremely intense, visually stimulating. Ten graceful toes stepped firmly on the bed sheet, curled up hard towards the soles of the feet, and grabbed the bed sheet to form deep wrinkles. The idea of forbidden closeness lingered persistently in her mind. She knew deep down that she was marked and surrendered, and was actually drawn to these intimate connections with a young man, her body craving the taboo pleasure!
"Wife... you are mine now... forever..."
Arthas began to speed up his upward thrusts, hugging Queen Taria's waist tightly. She was very full and had a voluptuous presence that jiggled with every movement. Such a voluptuous woman was very good to connect with, her curves absorbing the impacts perfectly. "You're my queen now, my secret wife... fuck, this pussy belongs to me and only me—it's so delicious, so perfect for breeding deep with my seed!"
"Ah... Arthas... Oh... Be gentle... Ah... Be gentle... Oh... I'm leaking... Um." Queen Taria had a sensitive presence, her body attuned to pleasure after years of denial. Although she was a mature woman, she was drawn to peak twice by Arthas in this morning session alone. Her pretty face was rosy and exuded amazing charm, flushed with the glow of multiple orgasms.