The Prince and the Sorceress
A Warhammer Short Story by The Viscount Vampyre
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Prologue
After the death of the first Phoenix King, Aenarion, a grand council had been called to determine the heir to their first, unifying, ruler. Princes and ambassadors from all the principalities, duchies, and provinces of Ulthuan gathered.
Some thought that the king's only living trueborn son and heir, the Prince of Nagarythe, ought to have been the natural choice.
Others, fearing the establishment of a hereditary dynasty, as well as Malekith's personal court and ambition, sought a more moderate candidate…
Despite losing the election, Malekith surprised all present; being content with the outcome he gladly pledged his loyalty to the new monarch, swearing fealty to Bel Shanaar upon Asuryan's flame.
Yet there were others, and other forces, not as keen upon his loss. Unbeknownst to him, these forces were intent to change his life and the lives of others forever.
Morathi, former queen-consort to Aenarion, eagerly awaited the return of her son in the previous royal capital of Tor Anlec.
A perverse secret, spurred her eagerness onwards; not only did she look forward to seeing Malekith crowned, but her personal designs were that of becoming the Queen Mother.
Much like her husband before him, she had sunk her claws into Malekith and happily looked forwards to ruling through him…
Using her charms, and Malekith's own perverse desires, Morathi had seduced the very image of her husband and for nearly two years mother and son had begun an escalating, and incestuous affair.
Deep down, and hoping to escape the perversion he so reluctantly enjoyed, Malekith was set to travel under the banner of his king, and had returned to his home in Nagarythe to tell all of which had transpired, ultimately intent to leave the sordid caresses of his mother…
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The Prince and the Sorceress (Censored)
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"Bel Shanaar?!"
The screeching cry was punctuated by the smashing of a crystal goblet.
"A thousand pox upon his hide! May maggots fester in his waking eyes!"
Morathi's voice rose and grew further and further unhinged.
Drawing a deep breath and sitting onto a silken settee Malekith kept his handsome features still and calm as his mother let loose a fury.
"That! That… c-coward!"
Her breathing was so erratic and her fists so tightly clenched she didn't notice that she was vibrating from her rage.
Pausing a moment, she let out a guttural unrestricted roar before looking towards her handmaidens. The dark haired, noble, maid-girls were hoping that their presence would continue to go unknown, and each was clutching the other in apprehension and terror of their mistress.
Pointing towards the ornate door of her chambers she screeched, her voice rising with a magical intonement, like that of a banshee.
"Begone!"
The four younger she-elves let out screams of fear as they tripped over one another to exit the room.
Malekith rolled his eyes and stood before stepping towards the door.
Looking through the portal he saw an un-helmeted Nagarythii soldier; one of his personal guardsmen.
Meeting the grizzled man's gaze, he furrowed a brow as the crying handmaids darted past him. As if answering Malekith merely shook his head as he closed the chamber's double doors. Turning from the ornate wood he raised an eyebrow.
"Mother…"
Staring at the wall and her eyes burning with uncontrolled anger, Morathi merely hissed and growled in response.
Scoffing Malekith turned around, his voice rising in a pragmatic fashion.
"Right now, discretion is the most important course of action."
Stepping away from the door and unclipping the cloak from over his shoulder the prince undressed himself of the colours of Nagarythe's banner, draping the garment over the side of the settee.
Morathi's now still body language, and distant air, seemed as if she was in her own world and lost in thought.
Clearing his throat and unclipping his sword from his waist Malekith let it fall to the floor.
Unbeknownst to him Morathi's lips snarled as she heard the weapon drop upon the marble, 'the disrespect for even his father's sword?'
Leaping over the side of the couch and lying down with a sigh, Malekith covered his eyes with his hands. Waiting a long while before finally speaking again.
"I was first among the princes to pledge fealty."
Letting out a sigh and a high pitched 'ah!' Morathi turned.
"My, my, my!" She cooed, her face forcing a smile as she turned around and stepped towards her now lounging son.
Extending a hand, she tapped upon Malekith's chest and he moved his hands from his eyes.
"Did you present him with your manhood too?"
Malekith furrowed his brow.
With a lightning snap she slapped her hand across his face, the edges of her nails leaving long scratches across his cheeks.
Turning away from him and raising her voice she returned to ranting.
"So, my firstborn and only child is now a eunuch? Excellent!"
Clearing his throat and touching a hand to his face Malekith reservedly shot back, "With all the attention the other princes are giving Nagarythe, Tor Anlec, and our family! I had to be the first! You have made this too difficult a landscape! And it is I, not you, who must sail and tread it!"
Morathi was now at an ornate serving table nearer a window of her chamber, atop it was a crystal pitcher of wine, and more goblets.
Filling a new vessel with the dark purple liquid she took a long drink before scoffing.
"Oh yes… I'm sure… Appearances…"
At this Malekith let out a rumble, "Your lust for your own power has clouded your vision… It's put us all at risk."
Straightening and bringing her goblet to the table's surface the elven Queen-dowager slowly turned, her face one of tranquil anger.
"You know not the things I have seen… Or how greatly I have suffered since I lost my love!"
Her voice cracked as she responded, "Your flippant childishness has clouded yours!"
Malekith sat up from his lounge, his mouth opening in preparation for a retort when Morathi's eyes and face broke completely; reddening and becoming flush with tears.
"I loved him! I had Aenarion; I was queen! He refused me, and his hubris made him refuse you!"
Letting go of the glass she stepped away from the table, backing away from Malekith.
"The fool! He threw away what was your birthright! What you were owed, what I am owed! I came from nothing! I was queen! And now I am not going to return to nothing!"
Bringing a hand to the chest line of her elegant pitch-black dress she clutched at her heart.
"I gave birth to a king! I am a consort to kings!"
Slowly, his face became unnerved to see such emotion from his mother, and Prince Malekith stood.
Forcing herself to smile Morathi tilted her head to the side, her long black locks falling from her shoulder gracefully.
"You're a fool… a young fool."
She laughed curtly. Before letting out a weep and turning away.
"Now what? I figure you'll be off, leaving me hmm? Somehow I picture that fitting."
She laughed sharply.
"Leave me with my ghosts…"
Malekith growled, before retorting, "Ah yes, all the ghosts of handmaids frightened to death of your shrieking."
Narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips Morathi slowly looked towards her son.
"Such disrespect…"
Black tears had fallen down her cheeks leaving long inky streaks, but as fast as it came, it appeared her sorrow had now fled.
Malekith walked towards the widest window of the chamber, an elaborately carved work of art of stone and painted glass, it had been a gift of his fathers' to Morathi… Funnily enough he had always hated it.
Centering himself he calmed and tried to abate his mother's ire altogether.
"The King declared a list of hefty, longwinded, goals." He chuckled. "He seeks to double our sailing efforts, to chart the whole of the world and to establish colonies across the seas. It's a guiding effort he hopes will reunite the people and the kingdom."
Morathi had silently walked behind Malekith. When he turned around, he exhaled and stepped back in surprise.
"So quick to abandon your birthright? So… content to be nothing… but a footnote."
Raising her lips in a snarl she let out a false laugh, "Already you've agreed to be his pawn, have you?"
Clearing his throat Malekith tried to respond hastily, "It's a great honour I wa-"
"Bah, I see already you're going to be singing his praises? Look at you? Content to bend the knee and excited at the prospect of becoming a catamite!"
Malekith's brow furrowed and his face contorted in surprise and he backed into the wall.
Raising her hand Morathi was about to strike him when he darted out his left hand to intercept, wrapping his fingers around her soft, bangled wrist.
Tilting her head backwards and ignoring that he was gripping her arm tightly Morathi spat yet one more insult,
"Some son of Aenarion-"
At this Malekith snapped, his right hand shooting upwards and clutching around her throat.
Growling and pushing forwards he lifted his mother from the ground and stomped forwards while choking her.
Flashes of everything they had done… all the sins and the sickening guilt-filled nights… came to him.
Roaring he grit his teeth;
"Do not speak to me of my father!"
Almost intuitively, he directed and carried Morathi towards her curtained canopy bed.
When only a few feet away from it he let go of her throat and brought his hands under her arms, throwing her onto the plush sheets. After she landed, she began coughing and letting out heavy breaths, choking and fighting for air.
Malekith was standing tensely. His eyes wide in shock at what he had just done, staring at his hands.
Her face was pale, and her throat red from where he had gripped her, but Morathi smirked, her hair now wildly blown about from her fall.
Looking up from his hands Malekith swallowed heavily, his breath coming out of his nose as he shook his head.
"What have you done to me?"
Letting out a low laugh Morathi sat up, brushing her hair from her face. One of the straps to her dress had slipped from her smooth, flawless shoulder and Malekith couldn't help but trace the line of the raiment.
The wide V leading to her bosom was now more exposed, and he looked upon her with a burgeoning feeling.
A near-hatred coursed in his veins as she finished her laugh and cocked her head to the side.
"I have done nothing…"
Shaking his head Malekith darted his emerald eyes away as his chest tightened.
"You witch! I… why? Again these… this, torment!"
Slowly crawling towards him Morathi arched an eyebrow and extended a hand.
Her lithe, graceful fingers moved through the air and compelled him to step closer.
"A king… takes what he wills…"
Malekith, reluctantly stepped forwards.
Her hand now felt along his belt.
Shutting his eyes, the prince let out a heavy breath, his voice vulnerable and quivering as he whispered, "I am no king…"
Her warm fingers were working along his belt and unsealed its clasp.
Slowly pulling downwards his elegant trousers began to fall.
"Nonsense… A king yet uncrowned, is still a king to behold…"
Malekith slowly opened his eyes, unable to say no… Unable to refuse what he knew was coming.
Morathi titled her head upwards, knowingly. Her eyes glowed with a light lilac hue as she let out a perverse smile.
His heart tightened and he offered a weak apology, yet it did nothing to alleviate the greater guilt in his chest.
"I did not mean to throw you… I… I know not what came over me…"
Bringing her face towards Malekith's covered manhood she let out a loud kiss of her lips against the fabric undergarment.
"A king, has no need to apologise…"
Issuing a heavy sigh Malekith shuddered at the familiar feeling.
Kissing against him again Morathi let out a low, false, giggle. "My, my… I can feel your tension from here."
Slowly her fingers reached upwards and curled around the edge of his undergarment.
"Shall I kiss it better?"
Malekith let out a guttural response in revulsion.
"I'd rather you not speak like this…"
Routinely working his clothing downwards Morathi failed to notice Malekith's moving hands.
Chidingly she responded, "Sure, sure, whatever the prince desires… I'm merely a supplic-"
Once the garment had fallen down his thighs, he darted his hands forwards and took hold of handfuls of Morathi's hair.
Forcing her forwards and pressing her face against him she let out a sharp noise of surprise, interrupting her otherwise sarcastic sentence.
Shutting her eyes, she took a deep, licentious, breath. Savouring the smell of Malekith's engorging manhood.
Kissing against his skin, and willingly sinking herself deeper against him Morathi let out a womanish giggle, before moaning lowly and with a sadistic, unreserved, satisfaction.
With each moment that passed and each beat of his heart Malekith's member grew, lifting upwards and thickening as his arousal took on a painful form… His cock stood upwards and he let out a shuddering breath; a hidden, wordless, plea came from behind the sound.
Without a word Morathi moved away from his skin and the base of his manhood.
His grip had loosened on her hair and he looked down longingly as she nodded.
"Shall I?" she asked. Her voice drenched in lustful intent.
But before he could respond her face shifted, and her eyes narrowed, "Or, are you intent to disappoint me again?"
The last time she had attempted to force a moment such as this he had refused her… Fighting and slapping her away before storming off.
Being reminded of this his lips curled in a snarl and Malekith let loose with a growl, descending to grab the she-elf and plant her back-first onto the bed.
"You will be-still that vile tongue of yours!"
Darting a hand to her mouth the prince took hold of his mother's jaw and forced her lips outwards into an unsightly expression.
"Or should I teach you a lesson?"
Descending a hand of her own Morathi took hold of Malekith's shaft and began tightly and slowly teasing her fingers up and down it.
The touch elicited a sudden, gasp from the younger elf and his hand fell from her face instantly.
Tightening her grip around the length of his member Morathi began using her other hand to touch and tease his sack and taut balls.
"I think you will find, that it is you who is need of a lesson…"
Sighing and shutting his eyes Malekith let out a low breath, he was, for the moment, trapped in her grip.
Smirking and letting out a slow chuckle Morathi tilted her head as she watched her son's expressions and attempts to contain his reactions.
"So… I take it you visited no brothels either to or from the Island of Flame?"
Shuddering as her hands began slowing and speeding up teasingly Malekith let a barely suppressed moan from his reddening lips.
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(Uncensored version is available at Archive of our own, almost 7300 words of smutty goodness! Here's some teasing content for you though…)
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"Not at all?"
Malekith opened his green eyes and tried to stare back at the enticing, flawless example of elvish beauty before him. Opening his lips, she saw that he was breathing through his teeth, futilely resisting her finger's skillful touch.
"How respectful of you… so focused on your duty…" she bowed her head mockingly, "But not even a peasant shepherd girl aside the road?"
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Cooing she smiled before making a false noise of surprise, "Wait… no don't tell me."
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"You used your hand?"
Furrowing her brow and shaking her head she made a false expression before sticking out her tongue, "Ugh! What a waste of your seed… Unless…"
Leaning herself back playfully her face rose, impressed, "Nothing? You've done nothing since last we…"
She let out a perverse satisfied chuckle. As her voice teased, "My… Malekith…"
Inflecting on his name she sounded almost disappointed at such restraint.
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Finally, with his voice oozing embarrassment, he spoke but one word;
"Silence."
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"You were a boy, leading other boys… what do you know of battle? And a princess? Pah…"
She scoffed falsely before he lowered his mouth, kissing along her neck.
Swallowing and leaning her head back Morathi wordlessly invited him to continue kissing her throat, under her pale skin a bruise in the shape of his hand was already forming from where he had choked her.
"A harlot…"
Pausing from a more forceful kiss against her neck Morathi chuckled.
"Oh? Have I offended you?"
Pulling away and his enthusiasm faltering for a moment Malekith let out a low voice of warning,
"Do not mention her again…"
The two shared an intense stare, he was motionless, but Morathi continued touching him, tracing her fingers along his toned and muscled physique. Teasing his chest with pinches and arriving at his nipples she flicked one before letting out a coo.
"my… Mally? Do you love her?"
Blinking and averting his eyes he lowered and returned to kissing his mother's neck. In shock Morathi stayed motionless as his lips pressed back against her flesh.
Slowly she began to laugh, wrapping her arms around his back and kicking her bare feet outwards she pushed her legs against the lower part of her dress. Easily the fabric ripped and she freed her legs to wrap around him. Now Malekith's kissing had lowered from her neck towards her collar.
Unable to contain it any longer she teased, "You do! Ha! You do love her!"
Moving his mouth up from her chest he whispered, "I told you not to mention her again…"
Kissing a line towards her breasts Morathi closed her lips and eyes, suppressing her entertainment at his wordless admission and answer to her question.
"Fine…" she responded.
Moaning and relishing the feeling of his wet, soft lips, against her skin she cooed and shivered as he began leaving small bites against her sensitive flesh.
"Oh gods…"
Moving away from her and leaning back up Malekith looked down and nodded, "Remove that hideous dress…"
Opening her purple eyes and staring her son down the she-elf sorceress raised a brow defiantly.
Growling and darting his hands towards her chest Malekith's patience evapourated and a possessive lust took over.
His voice boomed as he let out petulantly, "I am in no mood for further games!"
Tearing the silks from her skin Morathi merely watched on with a sadistic, approving smile.
His fingers scratched against her in places as he ripped her clothing from her. His attention no longer able to allow for gentleness.
Reaching her hand out like a viper, Morathi slapped her son again. And he turned away, reeling from the hit.
Then her hand returned, in a perverted, slow, motion to begin caressing his cheek lovingly.
Grunting Malekith held back a snarl as he cooled and allowed the touch. Then with his hands he lowered and slowly began touching her face.
His emerald eyes opened and he looked down at her.
"Open your mouth…"
Cooing and moving her hand from him Morathi tilted her head and smirked.
"Oh? Ordering me now?"
Ignoring her tone Malekith merely repeated himself, "Open your mouth."
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Malekith opened his eyes and moved to kiss her.
Emerald met Amethyst and she, for once, looked into her lover with fear; unsure of just what she had awoken in him…
Kissing him back madly and staring into his eyes Morathi climaxed and climaxed until finally she felt him tense and release within her.
He growled as if possessed and broke off the kiss to let out a primal, animalistic, roar of conquest. While the sorceress merely held on…
Collapsing atop her Malekith breathed into her neck as he tried to recover but he was spent and fainted into a dreamless darkness, while shivering and shaking under him Morathi's eyes fluttered and she quietly mumbled, exhausted and used.
"Gods… g-gods…" was all she managed to say, as her arms limply fell against the sweat slick skin of her son.
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The end.
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Author's afterword:
It was only a matter of time till I finally wrote something with the 'Best Warhammer Mommy' giving some 'motherly love', so I hope you've enjoyed this little, incestuous, porn with plot. If there are any issues or glaring errors, feel free to point them out.
Stay safe out there Boils and Ghouls,
-VV