In the early morning, the sun shines down, and it's still quite early for the nobles. Most nobles stay up late into the night, and the next day they may not even wake up in time for lunch. Only servants get up to work at this hour, and the commoners are the same, hustling for their livelihood.
Queen Talia woke up first, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself in the embrace of a man younger than her own son, still feeling the aftermath of their previous encounter.
Looking out the window, she cast aside her modesty and urged Arthas, "Your Highness, wake up quickly and let's go, we will be discovered!" Talia didn't know if Arthas was awake, but she felt the manhood inside her stirring back to life.
She looked up to see Arthas's lewd smile, "Don't... ah!!"
Arthas pressed down, lowering his head to suck on her delicate bud, "One more time, and I will leave. Aunty, cooperate a bit, let me finish faster."
"Oh dear!" Queen Talia sighed helplessly, knowing that a boy who had just lost his virginity was eager for lovemaking, and could not be dissuaded. With a mature perspective, she felt that since she had already been taken once, having him again was not a big deal.
Submissively spreading her legs and moving her hips, she made herself more comfortable to welcome the man's thrust. After more than ten minutes had passed, Talia had already reached climax once, her beautiful eyes slightly dazed.
Arthas looked proudly at the beautiful woman beneath him; if violating Aunt Priscilla Ashvane, the female Duchess, was due to a family-related desire for taboo, then coupling with Queen Talia was a kind of perverse thrill from desecrating a friend's mother.
After patting her bottom, he withdrew his member and commanded, "Turn around, I want to take you from behind!" The word 'take' was pronounced heavily, and Queen Talia, blushing in shame, turned around and positioned herself on the bed like a dog.
With both hands lifting her plump, white bottom and feet spread apart, she aligned herself to welcome him inside.
With a vigorous thrust, Arthas penetrated deep within her warm, welcoming tightness as Talia let out a gasp, feeling herself rise higher. She had never used this position with her late husband, primarily because she disagreed and thought it resembled a female dog in heat.
"Aunty... you are so naughty... ah... it feels so tight... I could die from this!" Arthas fiercely thrust against Talia's nearly perfect, rounded buttocks, one hand gripping her beautiful long hair, as if he were riding a spirited mare, while the other hand eagerly squeezed her bouncing breasts, and each time the tip of his member brushed against her soft womb's entrance, he felt even more pleasure.
Although Queen Talia experienced sensations she had never felt before, a remnant of shame kept her quiet, suppressing the moans from escaping her mouth. She silently met the force of the man's thrusting with her own body panting slightly, her legs trembling with every deep insertion, her long-neglected body and mature desires yearning for the man to ravage her, to conquer her with his athletic vigor!
Arthas was panting heavily, his eyes slightly red; the pleasures of mating were too wonderful. Looking down, he saw his member sliding in and out of her tight, moist opening, the flesh gripping him like many tiny suckers welcoming his entry, a sensation that sent tingles all over his scalp. Coupled with the sultry moans from the mature woman and her occasional encouragement, it filled him with a true sense of pride.
Was this what it meant to be a prince? What would being a king bring?
"Mmm... quicker... please don't let us be discovered... ah..." Queen Talia, enjoying the man's thrusts, didn't forget to remind him, genuinely fearful of being caught. It would be one thing to be tarnished herself, but if her son was aware, she would truly have no face to see her late husband.
"Ah... Aunty... why don't you come on top... I'll finish soon!" Arthas withdrew, making a slurping sound that left Talia's face even redder.
Being passive in their lovemaking versus taking the initiative put her in a difficult situation. Last night could still be termed as being forced, unable to resist. But now, if she took the initiative to sit on him, wouldn't that mean she was committing adultery with him? Adultery with a man younger than her son carried a shocking shame, stirring a mix of anxiety and the thrill of rebellion in her heart to go ahead with it.
With a sigh, Queen Talia climbed atop Arthas, one hand resting on his strong thigh, the other gripping his member, her waist twisting as she searched for the opening, positioning herself before slowly sinking down, gradually taking him into her folds.
"You really are skilled, Aunty!" Arthas smirked, teasing her while capturing a breast in his mouth and thrusting upwards. With a squelching sound, the tip opened her entrance and filled her muddy, warm flesh. The heat and warmth enveloped her like a hot spring, the tender walls of her vagina closing in from all directions, a feeling beyond words.
With her eyes closed, she reveled in the sensation of being filled to her deepest parts, her feminine moans responding to the intrusion of the thick shaft. Watching their point of union under her lush pubic hair, Arthas got lost in the sight of her large lips devouring him, rising and falling as they consumed him—an extremely indecent spectacle.
Her ten sexy toes curled into the sheets with force, crumpling them as the idea of adultery lingered in her mind; she knew she was filthy now, lost in the attraction of a youthful sexual encounter!
"You naughty woman... I'll take you to your limit..." Arthas quickened his pace, holding Talia's waist, her voluptuous body offering a cushy sensation that was immensely pleasurable.
"Oh, Arthas... slower... ah... take it easy... I'll come..." Queen Talia, despite being a mature woman, was sensitive and climaxed twice under Arthas's skillful intimacy, her flushed face radiating overwhelming allure.