Chapter 6 - Mother and Son

“As for the Asur parties that tried to land in the east, we’ve made sure that they’ll not be an issue any longer.” One of the lesser druchii lords declared and folded his arms, staring at the war table with some kind of indifference; perhaps because it was more of a stability report than of any existing or newborn issue. “With the beastmen turning on the Mung, we’ve also secured a safer border to the north. As long as that furred filth is busy battling the norscan animals, we can freely reinforce.”

Hellebron nodded contently, looking at the war table and the vast map that adorned it; she opted to not correct the other elf on that the Mung were but Norscan but Hung because it mattered little and more importantly, because she was in a fine mood. “Very good. Since the Witch King has taken care of the south, we have very little reason to bother about our other allies.” She folded her arms as well and tapped the steel-coated finger against her arm. “We’ll send a messenger to Hagrene. She might have removed the last one from service but now that we’ve ensured everyone is back in their places, I am more than sure she’ll be eager to negotiate.”

Especially that the deal they secured only spared Naggarond from the beastkin’s wrath, the little separatist in the west didn’t exactly have any allies at this point and a whole lot of mindless brutes ravaging their lands. Blood Queen was more than sure she would accept the deal - after all, coming back under someone’s rule, no matter how much you hated them, seemed better than seeing everything you ever worked for perish; of that she was strangely sure after recent weeks. 

Nonetheless, not all eyes eagerly fell onto her and there was certain hesitation in the air. All which made Hellebron smirk softly and realize a few things; she turned her head back to Morathi that stood next to her and stared at the maps with a little absent expression. “Right, I would forget.” Cerise Witch purred out, rather poorly faking her embarrassment. “Am I correct, Morathi? Is it not what we should do?”

Eyes fell onto the Dark Sorceress with certain uneasiness, she hadn’t been sharing exactly many insights and the Blood Queen acted as it was her own city and brought many to certain feelings of lurking danger. “It is.” The answer was eventually given as the mother of the Witch King spoke. “Hagrene will be put under our boot once more, one way or another.” There was something odd about her voice and the other sorceress by her side made an odd expression, as if she suddenly smelled something.

As her words were given further legitimacy, Hellebron nodded and took a quick peek at the maps, right before continuing. “Anything more you would like to add? I assume you have made your mind on my offer, Morathi?” There was this deeply rooted satisfaction on her face as if she knew what would be said before it even was - obviously she did but it wasn’t something that others would come to realize just yet, they were rather afraid of how tongue-pulled the most powerful sorceress and feared for their own skins. 

“Yes.” Dark Sorceress muttered out discontentedly, all as Blood Queen moved a few pawns across the maps, as if to resemble movements of the army. “From this day on, Crone Hellebron will have the authority to fully rule and order the armies of Naggarond. Including the Royal Guard, the Twenty Towers and the Cold Ones.” There was certain coldness to her words, a certain trouble in giving them out.

A few confused, if not outright shocked eyes were thrown around, so wondrously contrasting with Hellebron’s honeyed expression. Only Dulluth, who yet stood by the side, had any courage to speak up, although not with a very convincing voice. “My Lady, those troops are…” 

“You would oppose my orders, Duluth?” Finally there was a spark of anger that turned towards her own personal servant and no matter what feelings overtook you, Morathi’s fury was about enough to turn it all into fear. “No, my Lady.” The answer was given swiftly, almost rapidly, recited so carefully and in such a practiced manner that nothing but absolute submission could be read from them. 

“With that in mind, I will have you all know that my Executioners will be stationed in Naggarond from this day on.” Hellebron broke into the conversation, happy alike a dog with two tails. “We’ll be moving more forces towards the east as to deal with Asur’s little attack parties; they did sense some blood in the recent weeks and we need to make sure it’s their own they’ll taste.” A few more pawns were moved as she then nodded to herself. 

Morathi swallowed and eventually gave a few houndish looks at her subjects, forcing them to look away and focus on the ever so content Blood Queen; a drop of sweat went down her cheek and she shuddered, had anyone looked at her, they would almost swear they saw her breath turn into a hot mist. 

Things just weren’t going very well; the rebellions were quelled all around, the beastmen turned away for now, their Asur cousins wouldn’t be able to anyhow use their moment of weakness and Malekith was alive. Dark Sorceress ran her tongue across her mouth, gathering the thick remnants of her breakfast and swallowing them in a far less hesitant way than she would like. Her puffy, loincloth hidden asshole clenched, finely stretched over the last month and well stimulated by the salty taste as rarely did one come without the other. 

The sorceress next to her squinted eyes in some kind of oddness as if she herself was getting numb from the spunk-scented air Morathi breathed out, although she wouldn’t ever know what really caused it. Yet so, the issues remained; Hellebron did consolidate a lot of power over the time in the recent weeks and with her troops being the finest the Druchii nation could hope for, she didn’t need to work too hard for it. What mattered most was still Malekith, he was alive and the south once more was within his grasp. All would be so well if not for the fact he was…

“Return to your duties and make sure to carry out my orders. Exactly so unless you want adjustments to our company.” Blood Queen gave the orders alike a proper feline, with a purr and a clawed threat to it; her shameless authority and this declaration of superiority were enough to bring the Dark Sorceress out of her thoughts. 

"Dismissed." She declared herself, something within her boiling as she noticed the gathered were going to leave even without her order. Her vivid eyes burned with some kind of anger as they all walked out, some unsure, some confused and some outright not caring about what would likely be perceived as her moods. 

"Follow." Hellebron ordered contently and they moved in no time, one with certain grace and the other using these deliciously too high heels and staying behind. There was little reason to speak in the corridors and they didn't exactly exchange many other words, though Morathi did pant rather strangely. 

It wasn't all that long till the doors to Dark Sorceress' personal chambers were spread open by the Cerise Witch and she marched in unceremoniously; her pet-sorceress stumbling in seconds after and then closing the doors with shivering legs, doing so almost desperately as to cut the connection between outside world and herself. 

"Ruling your little city seems like such a chore." Words of Hellebron carried themselves across the royal chambers; the entrance was closed and as such, she didn't need to hold her words or her clothes from falling onto the floor. "Isn't that right, cock-sucker?"

"It is." Morathi declared with a heavy breath and certain anger 

Her gauntlets sang and her loin-armor met the ground unceremoniously, all as the Blood Queen found zero reasons to actually wear anything around her little pet - what if she actually felt like some relief? What if she actually needed some cocksucking? What if she needed to give this sorceressly womb a little bit of a treat? “Oh right.” That final thought did remind her of something, causing her to snap these slick fingers. 

It was not a second later that Morathi’s face was awashed by some kind of relief and that a heavy, canine-sized toy fell right out from beneath her loins and met the ground with a deafening clatter, shaking left and right as it landed on its flat base and desperately tried to somehow fall over but in the end didn’t manage so, remaining perfectly upright and reaching up to these elven calves. 

“That’s one hole done for today.” Hellebron declared and moved towards the baths of the royal chambers, all as her pet somehow managed to get up, supporting herself on the doors and shivering madly. Near the very doors did the Blood Queen find a heavy bucket and then moved it with her feet, eventually kicking it across the entire room without actually tripping it over. 

Its heavy slide was to be heard, much like the initial splash of the contents and the white, long stain of something thick that adorned the vast floor of the chamber. “And don’t forget to eat, we didn’t capture these ungor for no reason.” She didn’t really wait for any answer, merely closing the doors to the baths and enjoying the heavy, ragged breaths she left after herself. 

It was a good life. 

Already naked with her heavy tool swinging in the front, she descended into the warm waters and put her fine bottom on the same seat that Morathi would once sit, relaxing in the grand heat and allowing her nipples to stick just a little out of the water. Perhaps one day she would have the whole place licked, after all it was likely that her little butt-slut touched all of it - it really needed some cleaning.

So keenly did she close her eyes then, knowing that after some more little politics in Naggarond today she would take her pet and perhaps move back home to take care of a few things. The High Elves still tried to bite them there or there but it made little difference, so once they were absolutely obliterated, she could actually spend more time on training. Both hers and someone’s else. 

After all, ever since Morathi surrendered the secrets of the Blood Cauldrons into her hands she needed no more rituals; once in dire need to blood-bathe nearly every month, now she would stay youthful, beautiful, tender and powerful for a millennium to come. Oh and what a millennium it would be. 

The only rituals were the weekly checks of just how many ungor cocks would fit into Morathi’s asshole and they were approaching a two-figure number so deliciously fast. “If she will have some limits then we’re witches for a reason.” Hellebron chuckled to herself and then licked the heavily painted lips.

“What a delicious life…”

Cerise One rested for a moment, for just a tiny bit of time, for a little moment of sheer comfort. Her fine legs moved in the water every now and then, the fat tool enjoyed the thicker surroundings and she felt the water move between her toes, right next to these heavily painted, pink toenails that made it into Morathi’s lips quite often but in her opinion still not often enough.

And she dreamed of all these things she did and she would do, of the little deal with the fur-covered followers of Slaneesh and all these misdeeds she was to yet carry out, ones that she planned to carry out. So many things she shoved down the royal holes, so many things that royal tongue yet licked. 

Some of the most renowned battalions of the Druchii Kingdom carried powerful, blackstone tablets with their orders and required daily routine - perhaps she could get one for Morathi as well; a daily quota for hours of training, the required gallons for her new diet, perhaps even days during which her little slut wouldn’t be allowed to wear anything but still would carry out her duties? She was quite good at illusory magics, Hellebron would recon. 

That delicious pondering would continue for a longer while, getting her tool to harden quite often but yet soothing her mind just enough, all till there was just sheer relax and satisfaction, until her awareness drifted away. 










The water eventually lost its heat, causing Hellebron to open her eyes and realize she faded away. “Yet again.” She declared and then sighed, rising from the pool and allowing the many droplets to fall from her body; and it was a whole assault of little watery drops that dripped from her fine breasts, that creeped between her thighs and then down onto the tiled floor below. 

“I will need to check whether anything mind-soothing is woven into these walls.” She muttered to herself as a whole stream of water was flowing down her shaft and leaving a trail after her; all as she grabbed a towel and then briefly dried her hands. “I’m getting soft because of this entire thing.” She scoffed to herself and then threw the small towel away - not a chance in hell she could wipe such a body dry with such a little thing.

“I need to stop…” She opened the doors to the baths and then moved out while dripping entirely, just to raise her cerise eyes onto someone in the middle of the room and then softly bend her lips into a little smile. 

“... forgetting about things.”

Morathi's asshole grinded against a bull-worthy shaft; the delicate puckered ring swallowed its spikes mercilessly and as it looked, it didn't plan to lose. Little could be also said against her resolve as the first glance declared, she didn't show any signs of stopping this wild ride and her face was so fine no less; this angry but very delicious mess of puffy, doubtlessly pillowy lips and eyes with such makeup. 

Dark Sorceress worked hard to keep up with the cerise demands; her lovelips juicing up enough to make everyone sure what she thought of a bestigor’s cock and her breasts bouncing up in a fine rhythm of dick–pounding. Hellebron watched it all for a shorter moment, enjoying the heavy bust-drops and this unbroken panting. 

Only then did her eyes turn towards that fat bucket of thick wood, once too heavy to be raised by common folk and now so beautifully empty - even the stain on the floor was gone, previously made by its slide and spilled contents. 

"Who's a good girl?" She asked ever so contently, moving closer with an almost feline grace and then shamelessly pulling her own cock to Morathi's face, as to remind her that her mistress was back.

 "I am." The answer was given swiftly and more so, was topped off with this annoyed kiss bestowed upon Bloodqueen's cocktip - right where her urethra rested. Then another smooch was made whenever puffy lips were in range, and another, and another and another. 

Hellebron never thought someone could look so furious while kissing a dick but as long as this delicious meat was served in front of sorcelessly face, that long it would be kissed. Her pet was properly trained and knew what was at the stake, so it wasn't like it ever would stop carrying out her duties. 

A heavy sigh of relief resounded inside the royal quarters, although nearly drowned under the sound of sloppy cock-riding; after all the Cerise Witch was a rough but fair mistress and never forgot to properly lube the monstrous, dark replica. She did prefer when these heavy buttocks slammed the floor with a proper thud and only sufficient oiling allowed it to be so. 

However, soon she grew bored of simple kissing and began to whip her tool to the sides, slapping the sorceress whenever she bounced up. "Now that's life." Her content words were to be heard, somewhere alongside the sound of delicate cheeks being tenderized. "Wouldn't you agree?" The witch asked keenly, seeing how Morathi's expression turned redder for more than one reason. 

"Y-Yes…" Dark Sorceress agreed and then closed her right eye as the equine-like cock slammed it too close. 

"Good cumslut. I'm pretty sure you can stop by now - your filthy inferiority puts me in the mood." Hellebron purred out and licked her lips, watching as her slave halted her movement. Shivering legs eventually stopped their ride and with utmost struggle began to straighten, pulling up the shapely, well-tenderized body up. 

The quivering motion really sold it all; the sheer exhaustion to which Morathi was brought in order to merely stand up from the equine replica, the sweat that ran down her face, dripped onto bare breasts and then either fell off her nipples or flew further across delicate belly and plump thighs. 

Dark Sorceress was but a prepared, steamy meal of fuckmeat, dripping with juices and blazing heat that could be felt from afar. A tired, delicious game - one you could bite into and feel just how finely softened it was. 

And with yet another load of meat did she slowly rise, her face twisted in some uncivilized struggle but hidden under a fine slab of dickmeat. Her ascent wasn't quick nor was it easy, one by one did black spikes and barbs jump out of her puckered asshole, inch by inch the toy was revealed.

Sanely so you would think it was about to narrow itself with every bit that escaped Morathi's ass; foolishly so you thought it would end with every passing second and yet, it only kept revealing itself. In its refusal to lose its madly thick width, it also refused to present itself in a reasonable length. 

But no matter how tall the sorceress would rise, it wouldn't grow thinner and it wouldn't end, every inch brought another spike and none of the deliciously back-canted barbs would be the last. What soon truly presented itself was but a slovenly heavy and almost primitively massive piece of black iron; a thing that truly could belong to a steel minotaur and one that stood as a real testimony of how used the Dark Sorceress was. 

It was as if anything would fit these days. 

Only as she was almost standing upwards did that cock-replica end; only then her ruined asshole would know some kind of peace and her gaping hole would show - twitching in its violation, still thinking about the spiky sensation it was living with just a moment ago. 

Morathi's collapsed onto the ground next to it, her skin almost steaming with the heat she was forced to ride with. She breathed heavily with open maws, knowing that her gaping asshole was now kissing the cold ground, almost swallowing the chill of Naggaroth. What she once considered her behind was now more of a ruin and would need months to return to its natural size but obviously, not even a day would she be given. 

"Now that the morning training is over, you may move to honing your magic, ass-slut.” Hellebron grabbed the sweat and saliva covered chin of her lovely pet-sorceress; she forced the face of the royal mother up and snuck her thumb inside these maws. And all these juices,  they were so delicious to feel under your finger and she couldn't deny herself pressing it against the sorceressly tongue and forcing out the squishy sound. "Or do you prefer to eat the rest now? Your servants brought all of these buckets from the stables and the bestiary, and in full honesty I had them mixed but I don't think you mind, after all-"

She stopped for a moment and looked out at a searing rune in the wall; watched it burst with dark flames and swirl, all while playing with the tongue under her thumb. "Oh I would forget. Your good-for-nothing son is visiting us today." Hellebron pulled her finger out, dragging this string of saliva after it, all to then lick it all off herself. "I'm sure you'll be happy to see your son."

"After all you've been doing it all for him, have you not?" Blood Queen smirked with such mockery, with such satisfaction and superiority. "I can't separate a mother from her child so be it." She sighed and grasped Morathi by her hair, pulling her up, giving the strained legs a few moments to catch some kind of a stable position. "But don't think I'm going easy on your training - you still are my slut-sorceress."

"Got it, dark slut?"

There wasn't a way in which she could not get it as Malekith was the sole reason and root of this whole situation; it was for him that she would gladly do it all and because of Hellebron's final scheme she was still in this situation. "Got it." The Dark Sorceress declared with a less than content voice but agreed nonetheless, looking at the content face of her tormentor. 

And soon did heavy steel clatter outside her chambers, momentarily did a heavy, metal-clad tread reach her ears. She swallowed as the Blood Queen stared at her contentedly, her tool twitching on its own from the fine sight. She received the very scrolls in the early bargain Morathi made, not knowing that this bargain would make the beginning but also seal the future for a foreseeable time. 

For great powers resided within the Blood Cauldrons and none could predict what things would come out of them; only the most powerful of Hag-Witches ever truly used them and only Morathi truly used their power before - she had no right to predict just how potent would Hellebron's magic turn. Yet, hatefully she regretted that choice still, knowing what it brought. 

"I suppose I can give you a minute or two to welcome your lovely boy. " Her mistress granted with a keen voice, turning her eyes towards the doors that soon opened. 

"Mother." Malekith stepped into the room without hesitation as in truth it was as his as it was her; his true visage as always hidden behind armor bound for lifetime and behind but a heavy, commanding and nearly vicious voice. 

"I have returned."

Morathi just stood there with her udders bare and pierced by warpstone charms, with asshole gaping alike after a minotaur and with juices dripping down her thighs. She turned the strained face towards the Witch King and smiled ever so gently, standing almost ridiculously in heels far too tall for any sane woman. "I greet you…" She panted out with a keener, although exhausted voice. "... my son."

He stared at them for a longer while - at the hard breed, cum-fed and thoroughly used High Witch that looked no different to a beastmen pack's toy. All in front of bare Hellebron who still dripped with water and had her cock whipped out before the Dark Sorceress. Malekith stared and stared, halted for a moment and then, then simply walked towards the balcony. "There’s much to tell you."

"I know." She muttered as the Blood Queen waved her hand softly and summoned a chain that bound Morathi’s pierced labia and nipples together; shackled them tightly to a point till her breasts were forced downwards and her loveparts upwards - everything was finished with a loose leash that made its way towards the Cerise Witch's hand. 

For Hellebron increased in power tremendously after learning the secrets of the Blood Cauldrons and as such, exploited the royal weakness to the last. As Malekith lied wounded after the fight in the south, the Blood Queen departed shortly after the beastly matters were done and Morathi thought that maybe she had to take care of home matters or just left to look for some other vile games there could be. 

But no, she made her way all to the distant south on her manticore, flew day and night to where the Witch King slowly regenerated and then carried out her final scheme; a powerful ritual that charmed the King of the Dark Elves and made him oblivious to what she wished, his mind now depending on her whims. 

And so was Morathi's fate sealed without her knowledge. 

So now, as her son stared out from the highest balcony of Naggarond, she merely squatted next to him alike a melting, sweating piece of druchii fuckmeat; her hands stroking the wicked cock of her rival and her lips drinking early nectars out of her urethra, all while the gaping, ruined asshole twitched from the chilly cold. 

"Calladrielle was no match to my forces, especially not once Hellebron's guard arrived." Malekith declared, leaning on the balcony handrail and staring at the Naggarond below. "I did not expect that Witch to arrive but I assume it was one of your clever little schemes."

"It was my dear…" Morathi took a small break in speaking to furtherly clean her rival's cockhead, running her tongue in circles and then kissing the very urethra as if someone's life depended on it. "... much like always and… slurp … as per usual."

"He's not leaving this room unless you put your heart into it." Hellebron purred out contently and splurted a fine load of precum onto the pretty, sorceressly face; both her words and the staining making the Dark Sorceress look a little violent in intentions. 

"I'll rip you to…"

"What did you say, Mother?" Malekith asked with some kind of confusion and then his hand slipped off the icy handrail, making him take a rather dangerous step towards the cracked piece of it - one that could even shatter under his weight at any time. 

"Nothing my dear." And it was a delicious melody what Morathi's tone suddenly was, honey to Hellebron's ears and a fine hunting call for her mind - one could see how her teeth clenched in a thrill, these sharp canines suddenly pronounced no less than those of a wolf. 

Another load of precum was shot onto the lovely face but this one met with nothing but obedient, stimulating licking and swallowing. "Now get on with it or Naggarond is losing both of their finest today." Her voice was but predatory, fed with this absolute superiority - she would never manage to kill Morathi, even with the Scrolls of Blood Cauldrons but who cared? She was there sucking on her dick and it would remain so. 

"I had not expected such resistance from these filthy traitors nor the power that Calladrielle wielded…" Malekith continued as his mother obediently cleaned an equine-like cock, as she stroked it by the base and as she carefully fondled these monstrous black balls it came with, almost feeling the cum that flew inside them in waves. "... but in the end it mattered little. A grievous wound she gave me but my Black Guard kept me safe until I could return with ease."

"They do serve you…" Morathi agreed and then shivered, feeling how the leash inside Hellebron's hand was pulled up, stretching all three sensitive parts of the magic-infused body. "... selflessly." She finished her sentence, her eyes rolling a little upwards from it all but her mouth understanding the message and sucking to the flat tip of the magic-born cock. Sticking to it well, all until the lips of the Dark Sorceress could spread. 

And spread did they well, lipsticked so carefully to serve another's delight, according to Cerise One’s whim, they were purple today and puffy beyond mortal comprehension. It was a dark kisser for a dark elf and it eventually stretched around that otherworldly cock in a vulgar, filthy manner; a perfect circle was made that could as well be used to swallow a warsteed's dick. 

Pillowy in nature, they bent accordingly when meeting one of the many, many spikes - and that was a beautiful sight. A testimony to how fine she had to kiss and smooch. By now that delicate little tongue didn't even need to escape its salivated maws to do its job, able to clean Hellebron's urethra in the comfort of its own home. 

And cleaning it needed constant given how much precum there really was. 

"They are Naggarond's finest after all." He agreed as his mother was cocksucking fiercely. "But I came to wonder whether I should move towards Hagrene. Whether we need to replace her with someone else; Drakira's Coven has stood by as we bleed out and likely would do so if we didn't win." He raised his first to present the rising anger. "To trust another Druchii is foolishness but to keep someone openly defying you in charge is a loss of face."

"Suck you cunt-slut. I didn't give you a chance to meet with your son so you can slack off." Hellebron declared in the meantime, her words colliding with those of Malekith but successfully prompting the Dark Sorceress to move forth and swallow a few additional spikes on the way. "You're here to blow me and then tell me how much you love it, not have a heart to heart with Malekith."

Morathi did as told, her vulgarly twisted face going even deeper on these black barbs and breaking the tight connection between her kisser and the cock over one of them, making a nastily indecent noise as air was suddenly sucked in. Only then did she pull back, dragging her lips across the shaft and gathering everything there was on it, just to then slow at the very end and bounce her head back with a loud pop. 

Dark Sorceress took but a heavy breath; exhaling a hot mist onto the equine cockmeat and nodding to her son. "Yes, my love. They are." It was a short answer as that dick needed urgent service, soon she gave a longer lick across the head; strings of precum stretched after the tongue. "Don't bother about Hagrene. I'll be taking care of her myself." 

Angrily did she lunge back at that cock, knowing that the sooner she would empty these black balls, the sooner she would be done with this whole ordeal and maybe wash that cock-musk off her face. Madly did her maws spread and the amethyst lips worked alike a bottomless hole, disappearing the equine meat inside these puffy cheeks. 

"Is it so?" Malekith asked with a curious voice, still oblivious to the chained piece of fuck-flesh his mother was. "I've not heard much of your work in this matter but there was some talk of some messenger. Was that your work, mother?" 

Hellebron raised her eyebrow curiously at this dick-sucking development and briefly watched as her very shaft was grabbed near its base, as Morathi tried to push it into her mouth, her lips sliding across it in a slow but clearly hard-forced way; little there was to dislike about the sensation the Blood Queen had been given - the feeling of her tip meeting the sorceresly throat and simply not fitting.

At least not until it was the owner of that little throat gave her dick’s a death stare and simply forced it into herself; slowly forming a savory bulge, one that grew from her throat and down, spreading that lovely neck beyond its intended purposes. Like a wolf the Cerise One smelled the weakness of her foe, being somewhat satisfied with the progress of her pet and yet, knowing she could have so much more; force so much more. 

As sharp canines shone once more, she pulled the leash to druchii love-spots, initially so little to just stimulate these pierced beauty-spots and then outright without mercy, stretching it all to a point of simple blissful agony where pain almost couldn’t be distinguished from pleasure - almost. Because as her hand keep pulling harder and harder, this lushly haired, cerise witch smirked only wider. “Keep going you fucking wretch.” 

For some reason Morathi would rather simply show her discontent initially, widening her eyes and turning that stare onto her tormentor, just to spot these nearly-fangs canines clenched in a predatory smile and only once her nipples were pulled just too far, only then did she make some cock-muffled, throat noise. “Nhmm!” Whether it was an insult, a cry to calm down or simple agreement, no one but her knew..

“I see. You always think ahead.” Malekith clearly took it as the last however and nodded to himself in some kind of awe. "No matter what happens, you are a few steps ahead of everyone."

Motherly nipples and labia were pulled forth accordingly, all as the entire pretty face slid forth with slowly rolling up, furious eyes; all till there was a sudden forth-plunge near the very end, a momentary halt where movement became extremely slow and then the final ramming, where sorceressly throat gave up and amethyst lips kissed Hellebron's loins. 

"Hrrrk…" Morathi's choke followed soon after, saliva bursting from her widely spread maws with every attempt at breathing, her hand openly slapping thigh of the Blood Queen; all as the hot insides were enjoyed, the fine bulge growing across the entire neck and then breaking between the breasts. As Malekith continued, gurgling filled the balcony. 

"In that case we only need to worry about the Asur now." He declared, oblivious to nasty, wet noises that his mother made. "We'll need to slaughter their scouting parties to the last before the next season. They can not smell our weakness."

The Blood Queen eventually pulled out, all in one strong move that revealed the massive meat in an instant, sliding it out of the tiny mouth alike in some kind of magic trick. "Good girl." She declared while enjoying these unnaturally spread maws of the Dark Sorceress, her empty expression and this fat, glistening, wet cock of her new owner; so flawlessly covered in saliva and old precum that likely was still clogging the druchii throat. 

"I believe it's the correct action to take, Mother but what do you believe?" Malekith asked as a well-worked tool smeared itself all over Morathi's face, hiding it under juices of all kinds and breaking the well put makeup in numerous ways. 

"Answer him." Blood Queen decreed, slapping the sorceressly cheek a few times. "He needs your guidance."

"Y-Yes…" Morathi declared with widely spread jaws, breathing enough hot, cock-scented mist to melt an ice glacier. "It is…" She panted out as mixed juices dripped from her chin, furtherly staining her stretched breasts, sometimes even adorned by the ruined mascara that flew with it all. 

"Good girl." With the necessary discussion between the two made, Hellebron merely grabbed the former First Sorceress by her head and slammed into her crotch once more, slapping her loins with the wet face and with a much fitting, moist sound of it. "What a fucking good girl you are." She added with a heavy pant, feeling the raw excess of pound-shaping the throat of another into a new shape, solely with her cock. 

And as Malekith would continue, so would she. "The Cold Ones will remain the capital for a time as we only need to reinforce our shores, Black Arks will be enough for now…" He monologued as Morathi’s head was bouncing back and forth across a fine slab of not equine, an yet daemonically similar cock; the many spikes being swallowed no differently to tatsy, bite-sized treats. 

"... the bulk of the Black Guard will follow me but few regiments will remain, should the beastmen return." Little did he know that they returned every morning, in the form of a full, heavy and still warm bucket of something imperfectly white. "If Calladrielle is no longer a threat and you shall deal with Hagrene, then it is all we need to do."

His voice nearly drowned under the heavy panting of Hellebron, whose nipples stood so wildly erect on their own, much like the madly tormented ones of his mother. Heavy balls swung back and forth no less, slapping Morathi's throat with a nearly wind-cutting weight of their own; that heaviness a herald to how much they held. 

As the pool of magic-infused love juices kept growing beneath the Dark Sorceress, Malekith nodded to himself. "I see we agree then, Mother." He declared and was given only a nasty set of noises in return - which of course was normal, there was nothing to worry about. "I will move then. We'll rest when the time is right."

He just looked down at this little head of Morathi, held by both hands of Hellebron and how severely crotch-pounded it was, how finely did his mother’s mascara adorn that crotch. "I bid you farewell."

She just gurgled something in response, spitting a fine amount of mixed juices out and dropping her hands down as if there was no one to control them anymore. Buried beneath juices, with empty eyes and a bulge that nearly spread her bust apart, Morathi heard as her son began to walk out. 

Barely did Malekith step out of the balcony and Hellebron panted out almost animalisticly, digging her sharp nails into the hair of her rival and pulling her head back across the heavy cock; watching as these purple, dick-attuned lips dragged themselves across its surface, growing even more stretched around the very rings and then letting out a deliciously nasty sound as air broke into sorcelessly maws. 

"Enjoy." Blood Queen panted as the elven kisser broke free with a second today, heavy pop and then remained open. 

Thus she just grabbed her cock almost violently and squeezed it for that final sensation, bringing it to long deserved ejaculation. 

It nearly bounced up with the first shot, releasing its load against Morathi's face with such pressure that you could hear it - see it nearly splatter off her skin. With its thickness, that spunk just painted sorceressly cheek white on the spot. Then it twitched again and these black balls flexed up on their own, giving the Royal Mother another fine portion. 

It flew right into her mouth, some breaking into this well-opened throat and the rest staying inside lovely maws, filling them halfway through until another load was given and slovenly filled everything between these beautiful maws. It all to the point that bits began to outright flow outside the Sorceress' cheeks. 

But many more servings would be given, Hellebron carelessly aiming all over this pretty, little face; soon you couldn't even see the amethyst lips, not much later the right eye had to be closed as heavy amounts of thick white began to flow from above - it was but a minute or more of heavy releasing until the Blood Queen was done and her monstrous, fat tool would just hang down, spent and done. 

But by then you needed more than a towel to uncover whose face even was under all that spunk. 

And to think Hellebron's reign barely began. 



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