Alleria Vs Arator

Because her training with Locus-Walker had been so intermittent, there was still much Alleria didn't understand about her void powers. So lately she had taken to practicing them when she had nothing else to do within Stormwind Keep. Slipping into the shadow void realm, she took full advantage of the freedom it offered and ghosted her way through the castle.

But Alleria's concentration was disrupted when she heard her son Arator loudly calling for her. "Mother? Where are you?" he shouted again. Her tenuous hold on her void abilities slipped, and Alleria found herself warping back to reality. Unfortunately for the former Ranger-Captain, she was halfway through a wall when she phased back into existence.

It wasn't dangerous, more startling than anything, as Alleria suddenly found herself with her upper body in one hallway, her legs and feet dangling a few inches from the ground in another, and the masonry of the keep sealed around her toned midriff.

"Mother, wh-" Alleria heard him through the wall and abruptly cut himself off as he stumbled upon her predicament.

"Arator, thank Belore," Alleria said. "Can you help me? I'm stuck."

The high elf heard her son's footsteps approach, then stop behind her. But Arator didn't try to push her free, he didn't even cast a spell, instead Alleria let out a shocked gasp as Arator suddenly squeezed her ass.

"Wha-, what are you doing? Stop this at once!" Alleria demanded as Arator added a second hand and steadfastly ignored her. In fact he took his ministrations a step further, tearing a hole in the crotch of his mother's leggings and exposing her pretty pink slit to his gaze.

"Arator, I said stop!" Alleria shouted, but her son merely continued to abuse her helplessness.

The half-elf continued to knead and squeeze Alleria's pale, perky ass, so perfectly firm and sculpted from a lifetime of training. His attention then turned to her pussy as he began stroking and lightly probing it, coaxing a small trickle of nectar from his mother's cunt. "You are so unbelievably sexy, mother," Arator whispered softly, but Alleria heard every word like a hammer blow.

She was ashamed and angry, but also dismayed to find herself slightly turned on as well. It had been such a long time since Turalyon had touched her like that, their opposing natures of light and void reacting violently with one another and preventing any sort of contact, let alone intimacy. And with the way Arator was pushing her buttons exactly the way she liked it, it didn't take long for her to turn into a quivering mess under his fingers.

Once his mother was nicely prepared, Arator proceeded to the main event. He rubbed his cock along Alleria's cunt, soaking it in her juices, then proceeded to force his way inside her. The paladin let out a hiss of pleasure as her scorching heat engulfed his aching prick, and immediately began thrusting away.

With his grip tight on Alleria's curvy hips, along with the way she was trapped in the wall, Arator was free to slam forward with as much power as he could muster. And that was exactly what he did, pulling himself nearly all the way out and then driving forward with reckless fury until he was buried balls deep in his mother's pussy.

"Arator! Please! You must stop this! It's wrong!" But her argument fell on deaf ears, and even in her own mind Alleria was doubting the veracity of her words.

If the sheer obscenity of what was occurring wasn't enough to send the void-wielder's head spinning, the overwhelming arousal she felt coursing through her certainly was. She wasn't supposed to like this. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. But her long-dormant libido had been so roughly and fiercely awakened, and now there would be no turning back for the void elf leader- or her son.

Unaware of Alleria's mounting distress, Arator continued to pound away at her soft cunt as he chased his release. The lewd wrongness of his actions constantly threatened to tip him over the edge, as well as the fact that a soldier could come stumbling upon them at any moment. Discovery would mean an eternity of shame for his entire family, but there was no guarantee that he'd ever get an opportunity like this again, and he was determined to make the most of it.

In and out, back and forth, Arator never ceased his relentless assault. He removed one hand from Alleria's waist only to send it cracking back down on her asscheek and leaving a bright pink handprint. He repeated the process on her other side with equal vigor, raining blow after blow on his mother's peach-shaped behind until it was red and tender. Alleria couldn't even claim that she hated it, the stinging pain radiating from her ass was mingling with the unbridled lust she was feeling and flooding her entire system with arousal.

For what felt like hours, Arator continued to fuck his mother into the wall even as her protests quieted and were replaced with whimpers and moans. Until eventually, the pleasure became too much for Alleria to bear. Her legs locked out as she twitched and shook in a violent orgasm, the elf's normally vibrant blue eyes glazing over and rolling back in her head, and her little pink tongue flopping uncontrollably as she fell into slutty submission.

The rhythmic clenching of her pussy massaged Arator's plundering prick, and Alleria suddenly jolted from her orgasmic bliss as realized what was about to happen. "Wait, no, not inside!" she begged futilely, as once more Arator ignored her wishes, hilting himself to the base in his squirming mother and unloading. He fired spurt after spurt of sticky spunk straight into Alleria's pussy, dousing her womb with a virile load that warmed the high elf from the inside and sent her quaking through another toe-curling climax.

When Arator withdrew his spent cock from her soiled twat, Alleria hoped that that was the end, and that her son would finally help free her. And while it seemed that Arator's business had indeed been concluded, he made no move to help her either. Instead he landed one last hefty spank on her pert rear and strolled away, leaving Alleria suspended halfway through the wall, a cloudy stream of their combined filth still dribbling from her creampied cunt.

***

For the rest of the day, Alleria was a nervous wreck. Once her shaking and shuddering had finally subsided, she was able to pull herself together enough to utilize her void powers and phase herself out of the wall. From there she practically sprinted to her chambers, praying to whatever deity might be listening that nobody would discover the trail of her own son's cum flaking on her thighs and dripping down her unsteady legs to the cobblestones under feet.

Then after she'd somewhat recovered in her and Turalyon's chambers, Alleria did her level best to face the rest of the afternoon without alerting anyone that something was wrong. And if the former high elf was a little more snappish and dismissive toward anyone who tried to gain her attention, they just chalked it up to her newfound void-enhanced temperament.

Obviously Arator knew something was up with his mother, shooting her smug grins and sly winks throughout the day that made Alleria quiver in ways she didn't fully understand. Obviously what he'd done to her wrong, right? Even if it made her feel pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced? Even just the thought of the way he'd taken her helpless body for his own as she squirmed inside that wall was getting the void elf hot and bothered all over again, and she squirmed almost imperceptibly in her seat, her thighs rubbing together as heat pooled in her core.

Finally, the strategy meeting was over and Anduin let them all free. Alleria instantly made a beeline for her quarters, feeling Arator's eyes on her swaying behind the entire time but powerless to do anything about it. Turalyon joined her in their room shortly after, making a quick overture of affection but still unable to actually make contact with her without both of them recoiling in pain. Soon enough, he was out like a light, heavily snoring away in their recently-enlarged bed, a hollow reminder of the fragile bond that kept them together, but still allowing each of them their space during the night.

What Alleria really needed at the moment was a long hot soak in a tub, but that involved too much noise and effort for the evening, so her next best option was to sit on the sofa and cradle her head in her hands as she tried to mentally process the events of the day. Just then, as if summoned by her wayward thoughts, her meditation was interrupted by the slight creaking of her door as it was pushed slightly ajar, her son poking his head into the gap.

When Arator saw his mother sitting there and his father asleep in his bed, his face broke out into a crooked smile, raising a finger to his lips as he slunk his way into the chamber and silently closed the door behind him.

"Good evening, mother," Arator whispered as he took a seat beside her, one eyebrow cocked as if he knew exactly what she'd just been pondering. And given his own personal involvement, the half-elf very likely did.

"What are you doing here?" Alleria replied, her voice trying for anger but sounding more desperate than anything.

Arator waved his hand airily. "Oh you, just wanted to check in. I haven't gotten to talk to you at all this evening."

"Y-y-yes, well, I've had some things on my mind," Alleria mumbled without a trace of her usual calm composure.

Arator's eyes gleamed. "I bet you do. Don't worry, I know just how to take your mind off those worries."

"What are you-" Alleria started to say but Arator abruptly cut her off by placing his hand across her mouth and muting her.

"Let me explain how this is going to work," the paladin began. "If you don't want my poor old father over there to find out exactly how his wife got her latest orgasm, you're going to do whatever I say from now on, understood?"

Alleria, eyes wide and frantic, nodded her head as best she could in his grasp, and when Arator removed his hand, she asked him miserably, "Why are you doing this? I'm your mother!"

"It didn't sound like you cared when you were cumming your brains out on my cock earlier today," Arator snorted. "Now, why don't you get down on your knees and wrap those fat tits of yours around my cock like a good little whore, and maybe I don't have to let King Wrynn know just what kind of family he's leaving in charge of Stormwind."

Immediately Alleria's cheeks flamed bright red, the knowledge of what she'd done with Arator earlier was shameful enough, but having Turalyon or Anduin find out would be the end of her. Not to mention that word would be sure to leak to the rest of Stormwind and she'd never be able to show her face in public again. And so faced with no alternative, Alleria sank to her knees with all the seasoned grace and agility of a Silvermoon ranger, sitting her plump ass back on her heels and bringing her head level with Arator's lap.

"Top off first," Arator grinned.

Alleria shuddered. "Y-you shouldn't be talking like that to me," she stuttered, "I'm still your mother."

"You weren't my mother for most of my life," Arator snarled, "so I'll talk to you however I want. And what I want is for you to show me your tits, unless you want all of Azeroth to know what a little cumslut you are."

Shakily, Alleria did as he commanded. Her hands reached behind her back, inadvertently thrusting out her chest and giving her son a preview of the show he was about to see as she fumbled with the clasps on her breastplate. When her armor was carefully removed and set aside without a sound, her wraps came off next, slowly but surely revealing a vast expanse of creamy cleavage to Arator's hungry gaze.

"Those tits of yours look marvelous in that skimpy bikini armor, but even better out in the open," Arator said. "But I think they'll look best sandwiched around my cock, don't you think?"

"You shouldn't be saying such things," Alleria despaired. "This is wrong."

"The only thing that's wrong is that this happened sooner," Arator returned. "Now get to work."

He didn't seem like he was in a mood to discuss things further, so Alleria moved to the next dreaded portion of this sordid affair. She reached for Arator's pants, pulling them slowly down his legs and recoiling in shock when his prick sprang free and thwapped her across the face. The void elf had only felt how well-endowed her son was, she hadn't gotten a visual while he was fucking her from behind a wall, but right here in front of her eyes it was even bigger than she had imagined.

"Well don't just sit there," Arator said smugly, "Move."

Gritting her teeth, Alleria did as her son commanded. She lifted one of her meaty tits in each hand, pillowing them around Arator's throbbing erection. She could feel the thrumming of his pulse echoing through her soft titflesh, and although Alleria was one busty elfslut, the sheer size of Arator's mighty manhood meant that only half of it was engulfed by her breasts. The upper portion remained jutting out from the valley of her cleavage like a flag on a conquered fort, causing Alleria to go cross-eyed as she tried to keep it in view.

A lesser woman might have faltered in the face of such masculinity, but Alleria was bound and determined to see these obscenities through to the end. Slowly but surely, she began hefting her rack up and down Arator's shaft, the warm cocoon of her breasts causing her son to throw his head back in muffled bliss. As much as she tried to deny it, the sight of Arator being so affected by her ministrations turned Alleria on something fierce, knowing that even with all the tragic events of her life and her personal failings, at least someone still saw her as sexy and desirable, even if that someone was her own son.

On the other hand, Arator had no such trouble expressing his pleasure if the rapid trickle of pre-cum and the way he started carding his hands through Alleria's silky blonde hair was any indication.

"You look so fucking hot like this, mother," he said, the compliment sending another shiver down Alleria's spine as she redoubled her efforts to bring him to climax. Alleria wished she could say that she was only doing it to get Arator off as quickly as possible so he'd leave her alone, but deep down she knew it would be a lie. She wanted to see what Arator's face looked like when he came undone. She wanted to see what it would be like to see his pleasure when his seed splattered across a beautiful face and chest. And she wanted to be the one to do it.

For a while, the only sounds in the chamber was the muted schlick schlick schlick of Arator's cock pounding away between his mother's tits, and the soft snores of Turalyon as his wife and son disgraced him merely a few feet away from where he slept. In all honesty, Alleria had forgotten her husband was even there, so focused she was on giving Arator her best efforts. To that end, she occasionally let trickles of spit escape from her mouth, adding to the shiny slickness of her chest and more lubrication to the cockmeat sandwich her tits had become.

All too easily, Alleria found herself falling into a comfortable rhythm, and for a moment she thought that she just might be able to make it through as painlessly as possible. Unfortunately for her, Arator wasn't really interested in letting her handle things quickly and easily. His hands, which had for the most part been resting gently on her head, suddenly tightened their grip, twisting in Alleria's golden locks and pulling her head forward until her lips were pressed against his girthy cockhead.

"Nnnnnnmmmm! Nnnnnn thhhhm!" Alleria tried to say, albeit all that came out was unintelligible moans. Still, Arator seemed to get the gist of it as he stared deeply into his mother's eyes.

"As much fun as it was to watch you whore yourself out like that," Arator hissed, "don't think a measly titjob is all I'm going to take from you tonight. I'm not leaving until you've swallowed my cock all the way to the base, and for your sake I hope you manage to learn to do it quietly."

'Quietly' was the last thing on Alleria's mind compared to just being able to get her mouth around his prick in the first place. The void elf was no oral virgin, but Arator's sheer size meant that her jaw was being stretched to its absolute limits to fit his crown inside. Luckily or unluckily, Alleria wasn't alone in this endeavor, as Arator was also doing his level best to cram his mother's mouth full of as much of his manhood as he could possibly fit, and then even more beyond that.

He pulled Alleria's head down in time with thrusts of his hips, slowly feeding more and more of his cock into her warm, wet mouth as her hands feebly slapped against his strong hips, trying to give herself enough leverage to push herself away. But Arator would not be denied, his hold on his mother iron-tight, tugging on her hair and ramming away at her mouth until at last her last bits of resistance faded and she let him have his way with her.

The normally strong-willed void elf went slack in her kneeling position, robbed of the strength to fight back and incapable of doing anything more than suffocate on Arator's massive cock. For as much as he had previously insisted on silence, the half-elf certainly seemed to have no problem filling the room with his mother's gags as her body struggled ineffectually to adapt to this oral violation.

Arator either didn't notice or didn't care about Alleria's consternation, focused entirely on chasing his own pleasure as he used his mother's mouth as his own personal fleshlight. Alleria's sputtering and coughing as he abused her, along with the copious amounts of drool spilling out of her mouth and down his shaft only enhanced the euphoria he was experiencing, and it took all his concentration not to unload right then and there.

Dumping his load down her throat was the ultimate goal of course, but Arator wanted to draw this out as long as he could. As he had promised, he wasn't going to stop until his balls were kissing Alleria's delicate chin, but the picturesque sight of the eldest Windrunner down on her knees with a mouthful of cock, mascara and tears dripping down her cheeks as she choked was an aphrodisiac unrivaled by anything else in the universe.

"Maybe they should change your statue to something like this," Arator mused cruelly. "It's certainly the best look for you. It's a shame father can't see you like this, but at least now your outside matches what everyone knew you truly were inside- a whore."

There wasn't any argument Alleria could make against his cutting words- physically or mentally- as both her mouth and thoughts were overpowered by the sensation of having Arator's cock pounding into her throat. Her tight airway was helpless before the might of her son's bitchbreaker, eventually reshaping and expanding to be able to swallow him down. It was all she could do to just hang on for the ride as Arator took over the driver's seat as he pushed ever closer to his objective.

All that Alleria could see was the flexing of Arator's strong stomach as he pulled her head deeper into his lap, but even that started to blur as her oxygen started running out. Spots began to swim in her vision, her mind going hazy as her body fought subconsciously for air. But with her mouth blocked by Arator's cock, there was none forthcoming, and all her futile efforts managed to accomplish was to massage Arator's length within her throat with its desperate spasms.

Just when her blue eyes were rolling back and Alleria felt as if she might actually black out, Arator finally forced her all the way down his prick, pressing her dainty nose into his wiry pubes and slapping his churning balls against her chin as they finally exploded.

For what felt like hours, Alleria could feel nothing besides the rhythm of Arator's cock pumping in her mouth as it delivered its payload straight into her stomach. The first sensation she eventually became aware of was the warmth pooling within her, even as Arator at last began to mercifully withdraw, still spewing down her throat every inch of the way. The next was for her taste buds to be inundated with the salty taste of spunk, her mouth quickly overflooding until his seed started to leak back out her lips and stream from her nostrils. The last bit was the weight and heat from the rest of his release coating her face with a sticky layer of cum, painting her cobalt tattoos white from sheer volume.

Alleria knelt there helpless, her great tits heaving with exertion as she sucked down lungfuls of much-needed oxygen. Her mind had scarcely begun to come back to her when she abruptly found herself upended, her back hitting the rug underneath her and her legs rising up into the air as Arator loomed above her.

"Well, that was a nice warmup," Arator said as he easily maneuvered her into position. He tucked his mothers ankles up over his shoulders, folding her in half and pressing his still rock-hard erection against her dripping slit. "But now it's time for the main event."

Alleria's eyes widened as she realized what he was intending, but her cock-shocked body wasn't up to the task of fending him off. "No, wait, please!" she begged. "You didn't say anything about this!"

"I said you'd have to do whatever I wanted," Arator replied. "And what I want now is to fuck you."

Arator suddenly thrust forwards, forestalling any more protests as Alleria found her mouth forced open in a silent scream. She had known from the afternoon what it felt like to have Arator filling her long-neglected pussy, but in this mating press she was smothered by every inch of his masculinity, and it drove her sex-starved body wild with desire.

The void elf matriarch whimpered as her tight tunnel was stuffed to the brim with her son's cockmeat, stretching her out in the most delicious of ways despite the wrongness of the situation. She could feel her heartbeat pulsing from her core and echoing throughout her body, her entire experience becoming centered around the unholy union of her and her son.

It was fortunate for Alleria that her fellatio had gotten her so aroused, because Arator wasn't waiting a single second to begin thrusting down into her with all the force he could muster. His body was lithe and muscular from his years of dedication to the light, and he put every ounce of that strength to work in turning his mother into his own personal piece of mattress meat. His hips collided down on top of hers, the wet plap plap plap of flesh striking flesh sounding deafening in the otherwise quiet room.

Alleria was trapped in a constant state of pleasure, unable to draw a full breath or keep herself centered as Arator drew quaking after quaking orgasm from her strung-out body. Her toes curled, her fists clenched, and her legs spasmed as Alleria twitched through countless climaxes, each one taking their toll and driving any last bits of sanity from her head. It no longer mattered that Arator was her own offspring, or that Turalyon was lying asleep only a few feet away, all that mattered to her now was chasing that endless ecstasy for as long as she could keep it going. But with that newfound acceptance came an increasing level of volume from Alleria's ragged moans and mewls.

"You stupid bitch, do you want to get caught?" Arator asked, but Alleria was too far gone to answer him properly. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a pillow off the sofa he'd just left and jammed it over her mouth, leveraging just enough pressure to muffle the sounds she was making without accidentally smothering her. Then, after mentally patting himself on the back for finding such an elegant solution, Arator resumed the furious reaming of his mother's pussy.

In some ways, Arator couldn't believe his luck. Taking Alleria in the hallway had been an enormous risk for a variety of reasons, but it had worked out impossibly well in his favor. Not only had he gotten a bite of the most forbidden of fruits, but he was able to go back for seconds, and given the way Alleria was losing her mind underneath him, he wasn't going to have to limit himself to just one night.

It was that thought of keeping his mother as his live-in fuckslave that drove Arator to his absolute breaking point. Whenever and wherever he wanted he could have her. Bent over the war room table, face-down ass-up in her bed, hoisted up against a window, the possibilities were endless. The young half-elf felt his balls roiling, eager to erupt for a second time, but then he was struck with a thought so incredibly perverse that it almost made him pause. Almost.

"You know," he began conversationally, "I've always wanted a sibling."

Rational thought had long since left Alleria, but the implied meaning behind Arator's words managed to permeate her cock-fogged consciousness. She looked up at her son with pleading desperation, making muted protests into the pillow pressed into her face, but Arator would not be denied.

He leaned even further over her, folding her until her ankles were locked behind her ears and her knees were framing her bouncing tits, feet bobbing helplessly behind her head as Arator intensified the brutal mating press.

"Can't wait to watch your belly grow," he grunted. "And your tits to swell. You look so sexy all the time, I can't even imagine how you'll look after I've knocked you up."

The mental image of his mother's stomach swelling from his seed was too much for Arator to resist, and with one final vicious thrust, he hilted himself to the base in Alleria's cunt and unloaded, spewing forth a torrent of virile spunk no less voluminous than the one currently coating Alleria's face and chest. The warm flood of seed sent the former Ranger-General spiraling straight through another colossal orgasm, every muscle in her body going taut and flexing as she came her brains out.

The two blonds remained locked together for an indeterminable amount of time, Arator's release seemingly never subsiding and the aftershocks of Alleria's own keeping her insensate to all other stimuli. Only when his spent cock began to flag did Arator finally pull out, leaving a big enough load in his mother's innermost depths to put a slight bulge in her toned tummy.

Alleria had gone completely slack against the rug, her little pink tongue dangling from her mouth and her piercing blue eyes rolled back into her head as she lay in her sloppy delirium. Arator used her thighs to wipe himself clean of their combined filth, and quietly left the room, leaving Alleria to deal with the rest of the mess herself.

Eventually Alleria managed to come back to some semblance of awareness, and she subconsciously raised up one trembling hand to caress her bloated belly. She had to wait until she got some feeling back in her aching limbs, and then remove any trace of Arator from the room. There was also the worry about what the fallout of this night was going to be, but that was a problem to be figured out in the future.

For the moment she was content to just lie there in spunk-drunk satisfaction, listening to the sounds of her husband snoring and the steady drip drip drip of cum down to the floor as it leaked from her fertilized womb.