Chapter 3 - Mother's Sacrifice [Ero]

"Go on."

The words were to be heard, uttered with such poorly faked indifference and some kind of mocking encouragement; they were but fuel to fire and alike goblet of oil poured into the flame of Morathi's anger. With clenched teeth did the Dark Sorceress slowly squat, her legs so widely spread outwards and her bottom pushed out equally much, presented in a way not just salacious but mockingly degrading, as if that act was to provoke no one else but her. 

The furious face was turned away towards the very entrance, eyes vivid with anger glared at the closed doors and could only imagine the endlessly content smirk on Blood Queen's face. That satisfaction of her upper hand, this sweet blackmail she managed to force upon the strongest sorceress in the world. It had to be delicious, it had to be honeyed and it doubtlessly gave the other witch a reason to feel victorious after all these years. It was burning. 

Hellebron merely sat in the armchair her former superior warmed up for her already, her own rear enjoyed the stolen heat while her eyes relished in the queen-sized bottom that stood so shamelessly on an exhibition. Wide, round, an ancient set of cheeks covered only by a loincloth; a set of faint fabric that covered no more than the crack between these rear-pillows. 

So much delicious flesh was open to be seen and yet, that single patch of velvet gave shelter. Shelter now seen as real mockery of what Morathi once wanted to do with it; its open provocation was turned around, back onto the wearer. "Continue, minion." Hellebron declared, feeling how her own loins were soon not enough to hide her might; watching how fingers of the Sorceress angrily dug into the plump thighs of hers was just this good. "I might change my mind. We wouldn’t like your son to be dethroned, would we?"

"So speak you ass-slut."

You could almost hear the blood boiling in sorcelessly veins, all as her lips spread and spat out the words. "I submit myself…" Her tone was quivering with anger, alike a cauldron shaking and broiling from the heat within. "... and my ass to you, Blood Queen of Har Ganeth. May you make good use of them."

Hellebron's lower armor was obsolete by the first half of this depraved declaration and by the second it was already on the floor. She ran her hand across the shaft of her cock, she felt the barbs under her thumb and the partially segmented structure, the broad tip that reminded of a beast and the ballsack she massaged, so sizely unffiting on her smaller body. 

It was otherworldly shaped alike Slaneesh would have it, to make sure every tiniest ridge and bump of it would be felt and it was covered in these fine spikes and thorns alike Khorne would like it. 

"Reveal." She ordered with a poisonous voice, her tone dripping with such satisfaction. Blood Queen's grip converged around her broad tool, squeezing it to grant herself this momentary, physical satisfaction and to keep herself within cheek. All while her newest pet raised the shaking hand from her thigh and guided it backwards, all to grasp the loincloth of her and move it away, revealing this deep, fine ass in all of its glory. 

"Spread." Hellebron continued and raised her hand on top of that fat, half-daemonic cock of hers. "I want to clearly see what I gained from this little deal."

"Do you think I’ll just…"

"Don’t forget what's at stake here, Morathi." A most content if not a little reprimanding voice cut right into the angry sentence. As Blood Queen's fingers gently caressed her halfway erect but still greatly flaccid tool, hands of the Dark Sorceress moved back; falling onto these plump pillows they soon dug into the tender flesh. 

With clenched teeth and expresison not short of murderous, Morathi pulled her cheeks apart alike twin doors. Innate pillows were spread, so proper and yet now so uncovering, granting no cover to the puffy, defenseless asshole. 

Puckered, round and now kissed by the cold wind of Har Ganeth's tallest chamber, it could do nothing but twitch in a response. Hellebron's smirk turned radiant, her sharp canines shined alike those of a wolf that just found its prey. "More."

Sorcelessly fingers dug deeper into puffy flesh and obeyed, their strength perhaps coming from further disbelief over the ridiculousness of it all. Yet the cheeks were spread even more, the lovely druchii asshole exposed and presented so much better. 

"More." 

"I hope you bloody choke on it when it's over." Morathi growled as she pulled even more and let out a gentle groan; her expression was soon stained by this faint feeling of something else, the uneasiness of keeping her dark elven ass so stretched. Yet more so, it was about her very asshole that began to feel the change. 

From that simple and yet so vulgar round shape it changed, spread to the sides and turned more oval. The sensation, the awareness that someone is just enjoyingly watching it all happen - there was a specific kind of defeat to it all. 

"You obey well, Morathi. You make a good slave." Hellebron declared with a patronizing voice, so praising and yet so mocking; all as her tool grew in size, ready to make its way into that barely used hole. For all the depravity of its owner, it rarely saw proper use. Amusingly enough, it seemed almost innocent; like the only part of Morathi that could yet remain so. 

The witch bathed in the vulgar degradation of her foe, for a longer time she enjoyed the fact that Naggarond's strongest magic-user was simply squatting alike a common whore and spreading her asshole as for an audience. "I do would prefer if you did a better job at explaining why I should turn your asshole into my personal playground but there's yet time for everything."

She stood up and moved forth, her tool almost swinging from side to side and the black spikes reflecting the purple lights in an almost gravely threatening manner. "Do prepare yourself Morathi, I'm about to turn your insides into my personal cum-dumpster." She stepped forward and grabbed the monstrous helmet by one of its many horns, pushing the Dark Sorceress forth without a warning and breaking her balance. 

With anger still painted on her face, the druchii witch stumbled forward, trying to gain any sort of footing and eventually hitting her face against the closed, cold doors. She growled as eventually she ended bent forward, her legs properly spread and hands widely supporting themselves on the wood. "If you-"

"Enough of your threats, Morathi. The facts are…" She declared victoriously, cutting into Dark Sorceress' word without any care and while moving her hand onto the fat, dark elven, magic-soaked ass. "... I am about to break your cute, little asshole and while at it, I'll fuck your brains out and have that pretty helmet of yours be turned into a cum-holder so that whatever spills, you'll be able to drink later. Understood, ass-slut?"

Morathi's black nails dug into the wood alike claws of a skinwolf; her teeth clenched to the point of near breaking and the blood seemed to boil from anger. Hellebron merely chuckled as the room turned dense with hateful magics, little did she care however and simply groped one of these proud, ancient buns. 

"When this is over, I'll turn you and this entire city into a charred, smoldering, brok-"

She stopped as a heavy slap filled the room, given without any mercy and with the strength of a power-soaked witch. The Dark Sorceress could merely groan and twitch in response to the pain that radiated far enough into her pretty asshole to turn into pleasure; all as the whole druchii ass shook to the sides. 

"Understood, ass-slut?!" Hellebron yelled with delicious anger, as if she waited for it her whole life. "Or am I not clear? Am I about to ruin your asshole alike some helpless prey or are my troops going to get your son after all? What will it be, cum-guzzler?"

"Stop you-"

Another slap filled the room with a thunder,  falling upon the tender flesh that wiggled once more. "What will it be, you cunt-witch?!" She yelled so loud that should anyone be even within the closest few levels of the pyramid, they would definitely hear it. Deliciously enough, it was just Morathi who didn't know it was empty. "Your son or your asshole? Do you want me to fuck your dumb, old brains out or do you want the Witch King to be no more?!"

"Just bloody go about it!" Morathi howled, although quieter than she could do it; she still didn't wish for anyone to hear of it. 

"About what!?" Hellebron asked with a curious voice, digging her fingers into the plump ass-bun and pulling it to the side herself. 

"Fuck my bloody brains out and be done with it!" Morathi yelled in anger and then swallowed deeply, it was long till she felt this particular taste in her mouth; with words so lowly and with a hand on her spank-marked buttcheeks, with someone's grasp stretching her flesh and with her asshole so exposed. 

She really tasted shameful defeat. 

"Good slut." Hellebron purred out and then patted the dark ass a few times as if it was a well behaving puppy. "I do like it when you know your place, Morathi. To think motherly love is indeed so boundless… let's just hope your little hole is just as endless."

She grabbed her tool and soon it was put onto the sorcelessly buns, slid it between them to ensure the barbs covering it would be felt. To the Dark Sorceress surprise, she didn't understand it immediately as her expression twisted into some angered confusion and sprouted into understanding only as the otherworldly tip of Blood Queen's barbed, spiky and fat cock kissed her hole. 

And it really wasn’t a fit. 

Morathi groaned and her nails ran down across the doors, seemingly cutting through the wood as if it was velvet. She clenched her teeth as Hellebron slowly enjoyed the act, slowly and carefully sliding her monstrous meat into the helpless, little hole. 

Inch by inch, caring not for how little space there was within. With hands on another's waist, she watched her tool disappear between sorcelessly cheeks and gradually rammed her way in - nothing brought her as much joy as seeing one of these shining, black spikes slowly approach the puckered hole and then, after a little struggle that could be well heard from Morathi, slip in. 

She was in no rush and watching the Dark Sorceress groan and slam her fist against the door was more than enough to make her delighted, to feed that smirk on her face and ensure her pace wasn’t too fast. 

There went the second spike, the third, the fifth, the twelfth. Her smile grew larger and sharp canines were exposed, as if she was no more than a hungry animal - Morathi retorted with saliva escaping through her clenched teeth, with the twitching and such obvious fighting to not give up. Yet, that little hole seemed to be the only part of her that was yet so vulnerable and she really was a slave to her own asshole. 

Eventually her eyes rolled upwards, all as there was just too many spikes reducing her whole consciousness to barbs raking her sensitive insides and mixing pain with pleasure; both in amounts grand enough to drive a sane mind crazy. 

It was an eternity before Hellebron was done stuffing the dark rear; before the puffy hole was stretched around her tool and kissed her very loins. By then Morathi was but gasping air in this ragged, raspy manner, trying to somehow keep her mind in a workable state. 

The Blood Queen let out a loud sigh of relief; she felt the absolute tightness inside, the heat of the hot flesh and most of all, that helpless clenching of her newest pet's asshole. "By the gods." She panted out. "You're gooood, Morathi. A first class ass-slut. Is this how you always were? Not even the pious Asur are this tight."

She moaned out loud, inhaling deeply and then looking at the shivering, meat-stuffed Dark Sorceress. "You were made for this, Morathi." Hellebron declared keenly, just to then pat the red cheek-bun before herself. "Good girl… Now back we go." She purred out, waiting but a moment and giving the gently brain-fucked Morathi a moment to understand."

"Dn't orwh-" It was just an angry, incomprehensible stutter that escaped the plump, dark lips; perhaps a demand, perhaps a request, maybe just soft begging. Little it would change however. 

Hellebron would pull out soon with pure delight on her face, having to force her way out of the ass she rammed just a moment ago. It was tight to get in and now equally hard to get out. All this flesh clenched so tightly in response, almost leaving the Blood Queen stuck inside the tightest ass of Naggaroth. 

Black nails scarred the doors to her quarters before but now Morathi seemed to be outright shredding them to pieces. She fought so hard, losing saliva and creating a fine pool of it right beneath her head - right as it dripped off her chin. 

Black spikes slipped out one by one, revealing themselves and causing the puffy hole to stretch just a little bit more for every one of them. It was but a beautiful sight to behold, all till they all were out and only the tip of Hellebron's fat meat remained inside. 

Morathi twitched, her cheeks remained red and the spread, plump legs twitched wondrously - it really felt as the Blood Queen already conquered her foe. Sweaty, stretched, breathing so raggedly and making sounds alike an animal, Dark Sorceress didn't seem like a foe any more. 

She was a captive. A slave. An ass-slut. 

"Alright, cum-guzzler." Hellebron panted out. "Let's fuck these brains of yours out."

She thrusted forward, sending a spasm across Morathi's arched body and mercilessly raking its insides; for a moment it did seem like the druchii was about to collapse but she wouldn’t lose all that easily. Her thighs could be turning wet from overflowing love-juices as her flesh was already twisted enough to grow truly aroused from such violation but yet, she wouldn’t just fall apart alike some broken whore. 

All to Hellebron's delight. Cerise Witch merely pulled out, nearly dragging the sorceressly body with itself and causing another spasm to shake her former foe's body. Then she thrusted back in with a juicy slap, filling the room with the noise of a fat ass kissing another's loins with its asshole. Plump pillows shook softly, one so much redder than the other, adorned by a beautiful mark of an open hand. 

Wasn’t long before her movements became rhythmic and repeating, pounding and deliciously indifferent to the pleasure-melting, pain-crumbling body in front of her. It was but a joy to ruin your long-time rival's asshole, it was a delight to see her squirm and fight as if she fought for her life - all because of your cock. 

So she pounded, tenderized, enjoyed her time turning the dark-ass into a gaping mess; it was but one hand of the Blood Queen that raised off the sweaty waist of Morathi and made it onto her head, just to push it into the wooden doors in front of her and have the sorceress drool onto the dark wood. 

Slap after slap filled the room and the tender ass wiggled in response to the strength put into it, the saliva kept escaping the groaning, moaning mouth. Dark Sorceress could just have this wonderful to behold expression, one of her anger and struggle mixing with her cheek pressed against hard wood and rolled up eyes. 

Naggaroth was a cold place but Hellebron's quarters drowned in heat, all as her hips just threw themselves back and forth and cerise eyes glowed contently. 

Dark Sorceress could but groan, growl and swear under her nose; promises of vengeance drowned under the sound of her pounded asshole and scheming thoughts were often disturbed by her consciousness being reduced to thorns ruining her puckered ring. 

Little did it help that Hellebron soon lunged her hand forward and shattered the steel on the sweaty back, leaving Morathi's breastplate without any support and thus dooming it to fall down onto the floor. With a heavy thud did it meet the floor and with a delicious, plump jiggle did the magic-soaked breasts fall out. So wondrously sized, so delicately looking and just finely captivating; all of it turned vulgar as they soon began to bounce back and forth, accordingly to the pounding of their owner's asshole. 

Blood Queen could but howl in satisfaction, in the years of hatred so keenly returned, into the sorceressly asshole. She bent her head back and closed the delighted eyes, merely thrusting forward into this spread, exposed and thoughtless piece of druchii fuck-meat. 

It all lasted for longer than Morathi's brain could understand in its scrambled manner and for a good reason - there were perks to gaining a fat, otherworldly tool like this of the Blood Queen, it was mostly but up to her to decide when the fun was over and she didn't like her fun to be short. 

It was only once Morathi was no more than a whining, angry, brain-fucked and ass-ruined slab of sweaty, plump meat that it seemed proper to finish. So it was then that she finally pulled out and took a longer moment to enjoy the steamy, wet body in front of her; to relish in the moment and all of those that were yet to come. 

Only then did she slam in so hard that Morathi's face was absolutely kissing the wooden, ruined doors; only then did the puckered, ruined asshole kiss Hellebron’s loins and only then did she allow her dark, fat balls to empty themselves into the plump body before her. 

Load after load did she shoot inside, painting the pretty insides white and granting Morathi a fine belly; turning the violated body heavier and heavier with gallons of wicked spunk. There was this movement to her ballsack, this little, slight pullup of it whenever she was stuffing the sorceress with salty thickness. 

A breath of relief followed as Morathi's shivered and trembled, her face left exhausted as if after a great battle, her breath fast and raspy. Hellebron merely waited till her tool turned a little more flaccid and then pulled out, sliding out slowly and soon enjoying the gaping mess of her former foe's ass. 

"Good girl. You make a fine ass-slut, Morathi." She purred out, allowing her shining tool to hang down and drip with spunk, enjoying how most of her seed seemingly made it into sorcelessly belly and didn’t really drip out. 

"Enjoy your meal. One of many as a matter of fact." Hellebron chuckled and then looked up at the ruined door, enjoying how stains of sorceressly makeup adorned the door after her head was slammed into it, muttering to herself about how Morathi's nails ruined it more than an angry skinwolf would. 

But the Sorceress just swallowed, breathing heavily and fighting strong, refusing to crumble down under the weight of her cum-swollen belly, holding herself from collapsing despite these shivering, wet legs. At least Malekith was safe.

His life bought with her own asshole. 


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