In the next room is the black dragon princess Onyxia. At this moment, Onyxia is against the wall, listening to the soft moans from beyond the wall. One hand has slipped under her skirt, rubbing her own clitoris. The other hand is on her full, perky breast, slightly pinching her nipple, as she listens to the intense sounds of passion while pleasuring herself. Her beautiful eyes appear somewhat dazed; she is instructed not to leave Arthas as a form of supervision. Only after determining the follow-up matters will she gain her freedom.
This is something that Deathwing agrees with. It's hard to imagine that Deathwing would agree to such things. This is almost unbelievable.
As a black dragon princess who can manipulate the Stormwind Kingdom effortlessly, Onyxia keenly perceives that all of this is related to Arthas. Fate has always been a mysterious and unpredictable word; even the bronze dragons find it difficult to see their own destinies.
She knows that she must bind herself to the little prince of Lordaeron, intertwining their destinies. Based on her recent experiences, in Onyxia's eyes, Arthas is a very peculiar paladin. Most users of the Light are kind-hearted individuals; priests heal the wounds of the common people, and as a paladin, piety, humility, compassion, protection, and justice are all principles they follow devoutly.
Whether it's the upright but dutiful Uther or the kind and understanding Turalyon, both are relatively righteous characters. But Arthas is an oddity, a paladin who resorts to schemes and tricks. He has nothing to do with the righteous paladins and is more rogue than paladin, yet his results are infuriatingly impressive. It's as if one were to see the irritable Deathwing personally helping an old lady cross the road, or a pig climbing a tree to mate with a monkey—such shocking actions have completely altered Onyxia's impression of how the Light chooses its champions.
Yet, this peculiar paladin receives incredible favor from the Light, a form of favor that is quite unbelievable. Coupled with his identity as the heir of Lordaeron, he has a clear view of the current state of Lordaeron and the human kingdoms. It has a decayed and corrupt noble class that needs to be thoroughly eradicated. If they cannot be eradicated, then one should establish a separate household and take charge themselves! Arthas has not waged war against the nobles, partly due to a lack of confidence in a complete victory, and partly because it's too easy to be portrayed as a tyrant who will stop at nothing for power.
Additionally, he is not yet a king; under various circumstances, developing on another continent is the most suitable choice. His vision is quite unique; even Onyxia agrees completely. There is no doubt that this is the best path for him to rise to power without complication that might undermine his rule.
Rather than destroying the noble class, it is better to let them exist. Then one can drain their blood to strengthen oneself, just as the nobles drain the blood of the kingdom and the common people. Imagining that in the future, she would be the wife of a king, exercising the rights of a queen, Onyxia couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her body tensing, squeezing tightly around the invader's fingers, as pleasure surged forth.
She climaxed in her fantasies, indulging in her own desires! As for not being the only wife, that doesn't count for much among dragons. Powerful beings usually have several mates, whether male or female; it represents strength.
Next door, Arthas was pleasuring a noble night elf while caressing her beautiful face. Alleria's calves are long and proportionate, with beautiful curves. Her fit body is raised while he takes her from behind. Her curves are mesmerizing, making one bleed from the nose. Likewise, her pristine skin maintains a healthy flesh color; just a glance can quicken a man's adrenaline. 'Wife, you are so beautiful, so wonderful!'
'Hmm... you're also great...' Alleria clearly has completely succumbed, never opposing anything in bed; she does whatever she is asked. Her sexy body is as white as snow, with droplets of sweat beading on her skin, looking incredibly lewd.
The fierce intensity and lightning speed combined make Alleria roll her eyes uncontrollably. Ten delicate toes clench tightly, her head thrown back, as she moans freely, enjoying the vigorous thrusts of her man.
Arthas continues to squeeze the two large, soft breasts vigorously; they feel like cotton candy in his hands, the feeling of his hands sinking into them was incredible!!! The soft and plump curves, free from the constraints of underwear, appear even more rounded and perky.
The tender touch lets him feel the nipples harden under his teasing! Every thrust of the meat rod causes her to quiver, and inside her sensitive little hole, each time the rod grazes her tender spot, it feels like being sucked and pulled, creating a crisp, tiny bottle-opening sound as it pushes deeper.
What follows is an intense, electrifying pleasure that courses through her; each thrust exerts immense force to push open the tight little flesh, like cultivating unplowed land. That incredible tightness wraps around the hot rod in every direction, creating an indescribable pleasure!!! It's hard to resist the urge to explode inside!
'Ah... husband... I can't take it anymore... ah... just cum... oh... we can do this again next time...' Alleria pleaded seductively. Despite being a battle-hardened ranger general, she remains incapacitated in bed, her sweet spot too sensitive; it is more exhausting and taxing than fighting a battle!
The shallow and deep motions are something she cannot withstand at all; the gentle touches suddenly turn deep, thrusting powerfully until hitting her womb, then grinding in forcefully. Stimulation from his hard head intensifying provoking her cervix.
This was Alleria's first experience with such intensity, and in the height of pleasure, she was left begging for mercy; otherwise, she feared she would faint! Alleria's crying sounds grew louder, her mouth opening wider, nearly swallowing Arthas's tongue.
Not long after, her pussy began to contract spontaneously. Her thighs squeezed tightly around Arthas's back, her brows furrowing as if she would collapse, her tongue ceasing to move, immediately followed by Arthas's rod being washed over by a powerful tide of sensations, tingling and flooded.