"Aurelia, I love you!" Arthas roared, tightly grasping Aurelia's waist. He was about to climax, overwhelmed with excitement from the thought of impregnating the beautiful and sexy ranger general beneath him!
"Hmm, ah, hmm, so good..." Aurelia immediately moved her waist, rhythmically shaking her voluptuous hips in sync with the thrusting. She longed to be filled by this man; the sensation of being filled was incredibly pleasurable!
"Ah! I'm cumming!" Arthas yelled, their hands intertwining tightly, each quiver causing a large amount of semen to be expelled from her vagina, dripping onto the tangled pubic hair below, flowing onto the blanket.
Aurelia actively kissed Arthas's lips, fiercely sucking on his tongue; an emotionally driven woman doesn't care about being horny, only whether she can unleash her primal desires. After a long while, they regained their composure, and Aurelia's beautiful face was almost blood-red.
"Alright, that's enough for now." Arthas didn't want to push her too hard; such a woman needed to be coaxed gently. Once she became accustomed to their intimacy, he could eventually have her perform oral sex for him.
Looking at Aurelia's swollen red lips and her long, sexy, tender toes, he fantasized that a foot job would certainly be exhilarating. "Take a good rest!"
A beam of holy light fell, and Aurelia's strength returned significantly. After calmly accepting Arthas's kiss, she watched him leave.
She sat dazed on the blanket until a warm flow surged from her abdomen, snapping her back to reality. She pressed her pale hand against her stomach, biting her red lips lightly, "How could so much go inside?"
Azeroth doesn't have reproductive isolation; as long as mating occurs, both flesh beings and energy beings can reproduce. A typical example is the union of the demigod Cenarius's son and the earth elemental princess, resulting in centaur creatures. Although Cenarius's son was ultimately killed by his own centaur offspring, it successfully demonstrates that reproductive isolation does not exist.
Aurelia was unsure if she may become pregnant; she'd never thought about it. If she had any experience, she wouldn't have taken no precautions at all, at least taking some contraceptives.
Instead, she was just lying in the tent, deep in slumber. Satisfied after their escapade, Arthas returned to his own tent, but just upon arrival, he encountered his mentor, Muradin. Compared to Uther, Muradin was obviously more competent.
"Arthas, I must warn you to use your resurrection spell sparingly; it can lead to trouble. No matter who you resurrect, there will always be someone envious of you, so be careful." Muradin was the brother of the dwarven king; don't underestimate dwarves, as they must be cunning, or they would have been swallowed long ago. It was only out of their mentor-student relationship that he bothered to give a warning.
"Thank you, Muradin, I understand. It will cost me my lifespan. I am the prince of Lordaeron; if they want to exchange lives, they aren't worthy of it," said Arthas, a bit imperiously. Let those nobles come, no matter how much they plot against him. If they can't take him down, well, his retaliation won't merely be unpleasant for them, it would be annihilation.
Don't ask why; uprooting the source is vital, ignorance is foolish. "As long as you understand, I'm off to drink; a life without alcohol is worse than a night with a gnoll." Muradin returned to his dwarven habits, drinking often without the risks of alcohol poisoning. Watching Muradin leave, Arthas respected him; at least he was genuinely thinking of his well-being.
Back in the tent, Arthas found Onyxia already sitting there, seemingly having waited for a while. "Is there something you need?"
Onyxia looked at Arthas alluringly, dressed in a low-cut evening gown that revealed large patches of snowy white cleavage, swaying her body slightly, making it easy for any man to get fired up.
"Is that elf more beautiful than me?" After speaking, she slightly parted her lips and licked her tongue, her seductive expression could certainly turn any man into a beast! Arthas knew that the beautiful temptress before him was a fiery dragon; he couldn't play with fire until he could subdue her.
"You are beautiful, but I lack confidence in making you mine for now. Now, tell me why you're here." Seeing Arthas's calm demeanor, Onyxia haughtily extended her arms,
"I came for the money; you promised five hundred gold coins during the day!"
"Can I put it on credit?" Arthas coughed; was she really here just for the money?
"My small business does not allow credit," Onyxia said while sniffing Arthas's body, "You haven't given my gold to someone else, have you?"
"Here, this is yours. Look, five hundred coins, not a coin less. I'll pay the rest once we return" Arthas said, handing over exactly five hundred coins, knowing that his aunt was wealthy enough to rival nations. He couldn't claim to want whatever he wished, but she wasn't someone who lacked money.
Onyxia, like a greedy little cat, counted the coins, fearful that Arthas might have given her less. She bit on the gold between her white teeth to verify its authenticity before putting it away. Her beautiful eyes crescent-shaped in delight, clearly very happy.
She then took out a medal inlaid with gems, "This is something my father asked me to give to you; you can use it to communicate with him. If you want the treasures you desire, make sure to complete your strategy and drive the orcs back to their world."
"There's no need to drive them back to their world; since they're here, let them all stay as my workers. As long as a small team can help your father transport goods over, I will think of a way to go to Grim Batol in the next few days." Arthas put away the medal, noticing its significance.
"Do as you please, I'm leaving now." Onyxia stood and left, showing no sentiment. She was merely curious about Arthas; she didn't harbor feelings of admiration or love; no single human was sufficient to make her feel infatuated! After Onyxia left, the tent still held her lingering perfume. Falric then informed Arthas that a military meeting was convening and instructed him to attend.
After putting away the medal, Arthas left the tent. As the prince of Lordaeron, he had come to learn this time. It was reasonable for him to attend the military meeting; a prince should be well-rounded and understand matters of state and the people's livelihood. However, governing the structures of the middle world isn't difficult; most areas in the kingdom of Lordaeron are controlled by other lords, and the king has no way to interfere in their management. The commoners inside might be killed, but that's not his concern; this is the downside of the noble structure.