Malekith x Morathi

Upon arriving in the Black Tower Morathi headed straight to Malekith’s chamber. The guards did not bother her, the few that were bold enough to question her sudden arrival she quickly persuaded with a pretty smile and a few carefully chosen words so it did not take long for her to reach her son’s private bedroom. She stopped just before entering, pausing to discard her barely decent clothing in hopes that she may surprise her son with the wonder of her naked body, to her dismay the well-disciplined guards lining the hallway to malekith’s room showed no visible reaction. Although disappointed by the fact even her allure could not break their restraint she quickly put the thought aside and entered. However, there was already a woman inside it some half-naked young mistress with heaving tits given as a gift from one noble house or another. Morathi scowled at her and that hateful look alone made the mistress scurry out of the chamber in fear. Now alone she quickly took to the bed. She arranged pillows, sprawled herself out and moved her body against the soft fabrics until she found a position that showed Malekith her best curves when he arrived. She did not have to wait long before the door was flung open and her son stamped in.
	“You failed.” He uttered coldly, closing the door behind him.
	“My son I-" Morathi put on her most seductive tone but Malekith cut her short.
	“You failed. I gave you an army to take Arnheim, 10,000 cold-blooded killers and yet I hear that it remains in Asur hands, that 	your army was routed. Explain. Now.” His voice was angry, almost shouting. Morathi was fine with that. He had been angry at her so many 		times before and she had always won him back over. She simply smiled.
	“There were complications. Those barbaric humans of the Empire had sent aid. My army was not prepared to face them and their crude devices”
	“A good leader should be able to adapt. Or were you too busy leading your cult in sucking cock to even command the army I gave you? Why do I suffer the existence of your subversive cult and your petty machinations if you do not give me results? Why should I favor you?” He walked close to her until he was standing at the foot of the bed
	“Because I am your mother. You love me and I...” She grasped her bare breast drawing her son’s attention to it “…love you. I apologize for my failure but there was nothing I could do and I have suffered for it. I barely escaped with my life! If things were a little less fortunate, your mother could be dead!”
	“Yes. I had heard you were cut-off from the main army during the rout. How is that you survived?” Morathi paused as she recalled the night after the battle, how she deceived and serviced that regiment of soldiers but her son need not know the details.
	“Oh… Just luck… And Sulaphet, my brave Sulaphet. Even shot by those nasty apes he still carried me. The most loyal and strongest Pegasus in the world he is. I’ll give him all the tasty elf-flesh he wants. Although I wouldn’t have to if those damned captains and lieutenants were competent, they were entirely useless once they faced the enemy.”
	“I knew those officers. They were fine Druchii. Cease your pathetic lies and excuses. You alone are at fault for this failure and you alone shall be punished.”
	Morathi smiled at that last word. “Oh yes. You are my son but you are also my king. I deserve your punishment. Come!” She bent forward and reached out a pale hand. As she grasped her son’s gauntleted fingers, she licked lips and looked up with seductive eyes. “Punish me.”

Reluctantly Malekith was drawn in. He clambered onto the bed and removed his helmet. Morathi was the only one he felt comfortable removing it in front of. Not even his mistresses could gaze beneath it, no one could save his mother who looked up at his horribly burned face and thought him beautiful. With his helmet off his hands moved to his codpiece but Morathi’s careful fingers were already at it. Malekith’s armor could not be entirely removed but it was built with that in mind and as such some portions of it were entirely removable. When his cock came free Morathi leaned back, spreading her pale body across the bed and arching her back so her tits were propped high. But as his hands wrapped around her thighs and lifted them apart he paused.
	“No. Not like this you whore. You like this too much”
Morathi pouted “Oh I love it and I know you love it as well. Please my son. You must be so stressed, you need to relax and your current slut isn’t doing it. You need your mother’s touch. Come now. It’s been so long since you’ve had fun with your mother…”
	Malekith sighed. He did love this. He did need to relax. He knew it even though he hated it. “Fine. We’ll discuss your punishment 	later.”

Morathi giggled as Malekith came down on her tits, his tongue circling and lapping at her left nipple as he made the first thrust into her wet cunt. The wet loose folds of her pussy enveloped his cock with great ease. Almost in unison, they moaned at the initial penetration. Something that would happen with none other. They both have had hundreds of partners, Morathi perhaps thousands throughout her 7000+ years of life but this was a special bond. The thrusts began slowly but picked up speed as Malekith wildly hammered into his mother. Morathi was insanely loose and Malekith could not fill her entirely but nonetheless she took more pleasure in this then with anyone else. Malekith ceased lapping her tits and moved up kiss his mother on the lips. The only lips that would ever meet his, he stared into her bright eyes with fierce emotion, love and hate. Morathi loved it and whispered words of encouragement to him as he fucked her.
“That’s it… mmmm Deeper oh yes… Oh fuck me hard! Deeper! Get it all in, for mommy!”
Each word made him pick up his pace. They were pressed against eachother, soft skin against cold hard armor yet Morathi did not mind even as her skin was bruised. Her enchanted touch made Malekith feel her delicate fingers brush over his skin through his armor, a loving caress. He moved in for another kiss, this time their tongues mingled in eachothers mouths as he gave long hard thrusts into her. His balls were slapping against her underside and he was about to cum. So he drew back. Suddenly disentangling his tongue from hers and withdrawing his cock. Morathi was surprised and disappointed.
	“What is it my son?”
	“Enough of this. You will suck me as I explain your punishment.”
Malekith rolled over on the bed. His cock, wet from his mother’s cunt jutted up and Morathi swiftly moved to suck it down. Also moving one of her hands down to fill her cunt but Malekith noticed.
	“No. Do not touch yourself. This is part of your punishment.”
Morathi gave as much a smile she could with a mouth full of cock and obliged. Her skilled tongue and experienced throat were almost as delightful as her cunt.  Her tongue circled and licked every inch of Malekith’s cock as her head bobbed up and down. Malekith placed a gauntleted hand on her head, malekith shoved her head down, making her deepthroat his cock entirely and keeping her head firmly in place there. This was no trouble for Morathi trained as she was. Her tongue continued to work as Malekith explained.
	“Your cult of pleasure has given me no end of trouble. Too many nobles fall under it’s sway. Summoning daemons, holding murderous orgies, going through slaves by the hundreds. I do not like it. It will stop. But I know that I have said that many times before and yet your cult continues. So you will do this…” Morathi continued it’s loving embrace of his cock with her mouth as her beautiful eyes were staring up at her son’s charred face as he spoke. “You will rally your damned cult and march it south. Into the Titan Peaks. There is a city within those mountains. Ancient and long-abandoned you and your cult will make a home there and only there will I allow them to stay.” Morathi did not pause her sucking but her brow furrowed at the news of exile. “Exiled for as long as I wish it and if I find your cult still operating in proper Druchii lands I will kill them all. Understand?” he lifted her up by her hair. Morathi, as gentle as a mother could be, softly smiled and said, “Yes dear.” Malekith let go of her head and she continued sucking. Before long Malekith came. Morathi let the first spurts slide down her throat but then she pulled her head off allowing the remainder of the sperm to splash against her face. As he came Morathi heard her son moan out a single sublime word “Mother…” She had no reason to be worried about this exile. Malekith loved her no matter what. Before long she will be back in Naggarond with him.