"Ah!" Queen Talia exclaimed as she leaned forward, forced to brace herself against the headboard with her hands, her breasts being sucked by Arthas.
His large hand encircled her curvy waist as he vigorously penetrated her dripping wet intimate area from below. The intense activity and irregular pace made her involuntarily caution him,
"Your Highness... don't shoot inside... it's not allowed... I will... get pregnant..."
"Call me husband!" Arthas didn't stop; instead, he became more vigorous, not wanting anyone to discover them, so he quickened his pace to release himself swiftly.
"Husband... I'm begging you... don't shoot inside... I beg you..." Queen Talia pleaded, genuinely afraid of being discovered.
With a pop! Arthas pulled out, pushed Queen Talia onto the bed, and thrust his member into her mouth, forcefully inserting it down her throat. "Ah! Then swallow, it!" Thick semen spurted out, and Queen Talia stared wide-eyed, obediently moving her throat to swallow the semen that the man shot into her mouth.
The taste was so thick that it made her want to vomit. However, there was too much, and she had to endure the nausea as much as possible to gulp down the boy's semen.
Gulp! Gurgle! Gulp! No one would have thought that a graceful and dignified queen would be gulping down the semen of a boy even younger than her son in a room in the morning, her face evidently flushed as if she was satisfyingly enjoying it.
"Lick it clean!" Arthas gasped as he pulled out, leaning against the headboard to rest.
Queen Talia, ignoring her physical fatigue, climbed up naked to take Arthas's member into her mouth, still covered with her secretions, mixed with the smell of thier coupling. Gently and patiently, she used her tongue to gently rub against Arthas's member and her lips to softly suck on the tip, taking care of every detail, leaving nothing untouched.
The entire member now felt as if it had been placed in an oven, with encompassing warmth and gentleness wrapping around me, serving me, enveloping me, making me feel comfortable, enchanted, and expanding; the gentle embrace of Queen Talia left Arthas's passion nowhere to escape!
Looking at the alluring mature woman serving him so diligently, it was evident that she had already submitted.
Next time he wanted to have her, it would just take a gesture of his hand, and there would be no other difficulties.
Touching her face, Arthas kissed her, saying, "I love you, rest well; I will take my leave now."
"Hmm, take care, your Highness." Queen Talia said and then paused.
Why did this sound exactly like a wife expressing concern for her husband? A ripple of confusion spread within her: had she changed? Had she fallen in love with this boy? All the confusion left her head a bit muddled, and with fatigue, she fell asleep again.
Arthas returned to his room to shower and then went to the military camp, where he was learning how to manage an army. Although he could disregard numbers at the peak of his personal combat skills, too many could still kill a demigod, as quantity and quality held a delicate balance.
At the military camp, Arthas met the white-haired allied commander, Sir Lothar. Rumor had it this knight was a descendant of the founding emperor, and according to the contract signed between Ruler Thoradin and the High Elves, should his descendants ever have a request, the High Elves would certainly respond. In fact, they did offer a little help, indeed just 'a little.'
The high elves, famous for their magic, did not send a single mage, but merely dispatched a trivial ranger unit of a few hundred. As a race known for wielding magic and filled with magical blood, abandoning magic was bound to earn them no respect, even ridicule.
The High Elves' kingdom is called Quel'Thalas, with power shared between the king and the Silvermoon Council. All seven council members are lords of the Archmage rank and above, which illustrates how prevalent magic is among the high elves.
Lothar explained his experiences leading troops and the tactics of deployment, how to engage orcs in battle, the coordination between infantry and cavalry, the positioning of mages and priests, and so on, all of which left a deep impression on Arthas.
These are not teachings that the generals of Lordaeron would have; Lordaeron hadn't seen a proper war in a long time. For two consecutive days, Arthas attentively attended classes. He knew the army had gathered, and some advance troops had already departed; he too would soon march out. He spent these days honing his skills while his aunt was very busy and had already left Lordaeron. Trade is not an easy task; otherwise, if he stayed here for a few more days, he could have had an outlet for release in the evenings.
"Prince, from today onwards, I will follow your commands until your cooperation with my father is over," a ripple in space formed the dragon princess, Onyxia, appearing in front of Arthas holding a staff.
A bewitching scent wafted in, revealing her lovely neck leading down to delicately formed collarbones, with a pronounced and sensual cleft. It was adorned with the tattoo of a blooming rose. Her ample bosom pushed the dress into an exaggerated curve, and her long legs formed an inverted triangle shape; her thighs were robust and strong, while her calves were straight and slender.
Her beautiful white feet were flawless, with ten delicate pale toes painted with dark polish, resembling black gems adorning them. "I suddenly have a great business idea,"
Arthas's eyes lit up—perfume and high heels! He thought of high heels while gazing at Onyxia's fair feet; if paired with stockings, wouldn't that be perfect? However, high heels and stockings are easily copied and imitated; once they are copied, his profits would significantly decline.
Originally, Onyxia was a bit annoyed by Arthas staring at her feet, but when she heard there was gold to be made, her previously angry beautiful eyes brightened, "Oh, dear Prince, what business do you have?"
"Shoes, stockings, and perfume," Arthas replied without hesitation, "Let's talk after we finish the war. Just think about it; if there was a shoe that made a woman look tall and sexy, and thin pants that outlined the shape of beautiful legs while having a slight magical effect, how do you think that would be?"
"Not very good," Onyxia huffed, her expression changing, "You aren't teasing me, are you, Your Highness?"
"Of course not; whether it works or not, you'll find out if you try," Arthas said calmly.
"How do we try?" Onyxia inquired curiously.
"Make some samples for the Hearthglen, if the business booms, it would indicate a significant market and sales," Arthas chuckled. The so-called 'changing the estate' actually meant a brothel. Onyxia evidently knew what that place was, but did not expect that the prince would be so... down to earth!