"Ding: Your reputation with the Burning blade Clan is now at hatred."
The system prompt left Arthas speechless. Good heavens, these people wanted to kill him but ended up being killed in return, and now they still held a grudge against him!
In the evening, at the Hillside Dwarves' stronghold. A group of people retreated here, and the Hillside Dwarves had achieved a great victory and were celebrating. They danced in the hall, drank ale, and sang songs. Previously, the tribe's Dragonmaw Clan had been attacking the Hillside Dwarves, causing heavy losses and forcing the Dwarves to take refuge in the mountains to barely escape disaster; the seeds of hatred had already been sown. At this moment, being able to eliminate the Dragonmaw Clan was definitely a joyous occasion for the Dwarves.
Muradin was drinking ale enthusiastically, laughing heartily, boasting with several Hillside Dwarves about his past exploits, including this time's twisted experience of sneaking into Grim Batol to rescue someone—oh no, to rescue a dragon.
The Dwarven leader Rom approached, "Muradin, may I ask where His Highness is? Several esteemed guests are looking for him."
"Oh, he's in his room. He was quite formidable today and even took down an orc of commander rank. He is still young and is a bit overwhelmed by such a brutal battlefield; let him rest for now." Muradin spoke quite highly of Arthas, obviously being a competent teacher.
"Hmm, I need to go find him; there are some matters that require His Highness's attention." Rom felt a bit troubled; at least they had received help from the Red Dragons, so passing on a message should not be a difficult task.
"Feel free, but wouldn't you like to have a drink? It's never too late to have a drink before you go!" Muradin laughed heartily; Dwarves had a fondness for ale and various fine wines. Glug! Clearly, the allure of fine wine was deadly to Dwarves, much like how goblins would react to gold coins. Rom picked up a cup and took a sip, then had a second sip, a third sip, one cup, two cups, ...
Meanwhile, in Arthas's room, a battle of a different kind was unfolding. The air echoed with the seductive gasps of the night elf, mixed with the heavy breathing of the man, intertwined in intense physical combat. Each thrust was vigorous and relentless, with no pause whatsoever; the tender, swollen vulva was covered in thick, white fluid, indicating the woman was in an aroused state and had been for some time, or else there wouldn't be so much foam.
A thick smell of sex lingered in the air, occasionally complemented by the elf's muffled moans becoming more pronounced.
"Hmm... Ah... Be gentle..." Aurelia could not help but tense her body, the long, beautiful legs draped over the man's shoulders, her delicate, pale toes curling. The sensations of her body being impaled sent waves of pleasure through her body, leading to intense feelings as her tightening entrance writhed violently; her body was spasming, and she had not stopped climaxing!
"So tight and wet, mmm, darling!" Arthas frantically thrust into her, his member constantly entering her juicy, warm entrance, pushing against her cervix and retracting, then thrusting again.
He needed to use a proper missionary position and lift Aurelia's lovely legs to penetrate her cervix; only hitting the cervix would satisfy him, as this was a complete conquest!
"You naughty... ah... mmm... keep going... harder... hmm... take me... ah... husband..." Aurelia shed her shyness and actively welcomed him on the bed.
She believed Arthas's words; this young prince would definitely make the councilors of Silvermoon City bow to him, allowing her to marry him. She enjoyed being with Arthas, possessing a spirit of adventure and exploration; being with Arthas allowed her to explore more, rather than just skirmishing with trolls in the Ever song Forest!
Continuing, the tip of Arthas's member was pulled back to the entrance of her honeyed core, allowing her labia to snugly envelop him before he halted his movements, then leaned down, placing both hands on Aurelia's high, snow-white breasts, leisurely kneading and pressing, fully experiencing the softness and elasticity there.
As his member withdrew, it brushed against her sweet folds, almost causing her heart to leap out of her chest; that feeling was truly indescribable, both itchy and numbing, like countless ants creeping over her, an overwhelming emptiness urgently required something to fill it.
That massive feeling of fullness crashed over her like a wave, pushing her to dizzying heights, leaving her head spinning and her mind blank, as every muscle in her body trembled with electric sensations, with pleasure radiating from every pore.
Aurelia stuck out her little fragrant tongue, making a scissor motion with both hands, wrapping her beautiful legs around the man's waist, twisting vigorously, as the sexy, flesh-colored toes opened and closed, impossible to describe the pleasure that she found impossible to resist.
Seeing Aurelia's tearful, moaning sounds and her entranced expression filled Arthas with a sense of pride and conquest, both physiologically and psychologically.
Slap! Slap! Arthas continued to thrust forcefully; he noticed Aurelia's tiny entrance began to convulse after reaching climax, proportionate to his member's size, yet still tightly enveloping him without feeling too constricted to withdraw.
What a rare delicacy! Just for this alone, Arthas commenced thrusting without any pressure!
"So good... so tight... I'll make you scream... naughty girl... so hot... damn..." Arthas gasped as he nearly lost control and came.
His member was being squeezed so tightly by her honeyed depths that it felt almost flattened; that sensation was impossible to resist, simply exhilarating, to the point of making his scalp tingle.
Aurelia's charming face flushed red, and after being sent into another climax, her hazy eyes fixed on Arthas, seemingly wanting to imprint his image into her memory; her slender, tempting feet swayed in the air, drawing an increasingly astonishing arc as the man's thrusts became stronger and stronger!!!
Her flat stomach began to gradually swell; each time the member penetrated that spot, the skin there would bulge, and through her fair skin, the faint outline of his member could be seen!
Her entire little entrance began to tremble and writhe violently, the tight, pressing sensation radiating from all directions; waves of tightening came and yet Arthas's member continuously expanded and swelled, her entrance and his member began to rub tightly against each other, expelling the slick, lustful fluids outside. As the friction reached a certain point, the pleasure could no longer be suppressed.