Upon hearing this human prince explain about the orcs, both queens had somewhat complex expressions. They were both proud Queens but down to earth types, they were not the type to be detached from emotions. They could show mercy when it was warranted.
They did not reject Arthas's words; instead, they thought more on it. It seemed odd that a human would stand up for the orcs. Perhaps he had plans for them? No matter, they would leave the orcs to him, since he seemed so resolute in dealing with them.
The ritual of transferring power was quick, and Eonar personally bestowed a blessing upon Onyxia, ensuring that she would not be corrupted by the whispers of the Old Gods due to the power of the earth.
While the Old Gods were troublesome, the Titans were not to be underestimated; adult Titans had no fear of the Old Gods' nonsense. If it weren't for the fear that pulling them out from the earth might kill Azeroth, the infant Titan, they would have killed those old gods like stepping on ants.
The power of the Life Binder protected Onyxia; since each Old God was imprisoned underground, getting close would mean being bombarded with their incessant chatter, and this noise could easily drive someone insane over time. Being unable to take action against the Old Gods and having to defend passively led to madness. Being cursed and unable to fight back only added to the frustration.
After accepting the power of the Titans, Onyxia officially became the new Earth-Warder, surrounded by a faint but significant power. She surged from hero level to demigod strength almost instantly, and given a little more time to establish a connection with the Emerald Dream, she could achieve immortality.
Just like the demigods of the wild, who could be killed and resurrected through the power of faith, most being at demigod level of power were very hard to outright kill. Deathwing was left with only his head unharmed, the rest of his body was a complete mess!
Nablya ordered the iron dwarves onto the shaping platform to create a new body, merging Deathwing's soul into it to ensure his survival. Soul parasitism was very dangerous, but with a Titan proficient in the laws of life present, extremely dangerous matters also became extremely safe.
"Remember your mission, serve your new role well, protect your dragon flight, and the children of Azeroth," said Eonar before moving back to her deep slumber, having expended a significant amount of energy and needing more rest.
"Yes, my lady," Onyxia replied respectfully, still in disbelief that she had gained her father's power and become the leader of the Black Dragonflight. Was this not a dream?
"Congratulations, Onyxia; you are now a Dragon Aspect like us. The matter with Arthas will be entrusted to you. Let's return to the Wyrmrest Temple first, where we will announce your new identity to all the dragons," said Alexstrasza, nodding to the newly appointed Queen. They were now on equal standing.
"Okay," Onyxia nodded, knowing that becoming a Dragon Aspect was no easy role, and it meant also handling the affairs of the Black Dragonflight. Thousands of years of deep-seated grudges would be very troublesome to deal with. With this in mind, she couldn't help but glance at Arthas, looking at her husband.
Arthas nodded back at her and turned to the Queen of the Red Dragons, "Perhaps we should stay here for a few days. I have some matters to attend to. If you are not in a hurry, do mind waiting a bit."
Alexstrasza glanced thoughtfully at Arthas, sensing the desire in his eyes; it was not lust for her that she feels, but for the newly appointed leader of the Black Dragons, Onyxia.
"Alright, then we will stay for a few days; I also want to observe this situation," she replied.
That night, in a room, sounds of violent physical collisions could be heard constantly. A human and an elf were intertwined, tightly embracing each other and engaging in intense physical combat. The prominent angle of the male was thickly protruding, and the female's white and ample area was being vigorously penetrated, already dripping with moisture.
The flesh was repeatedly thrusting in and out; it had clearly been going on for quite a while, as the tightly held entrance was now expanded into a large O shape, visibly filled. After about half an hour, Arthas thrust powerfully and deeply into Aurelia. She moaned loudly and seductively, causing him to lose control.
With the momentum already built, he thrust his member deeper, hitting her wombs entrance, shooting streams of warm essence deep inside her. Large quantities of thick, murky fluid filled her womb, greedily absorbing the man's hot essence.
"I love you, Aurelia." He groaned, as he released himself in her.
"I love you too, Arthas," Aurelia said, holding Arthas tightly and kissing him. After a while, she gently pushed him away, "Go on, take Onyxia down; don't let her escape!"
"Yes, I will, you've worked hard, dear." Arthas understood that Aurelia was being generous. Women often had a hint of jealousy, but her willingness to be so generous reassured him. Who wouldn't want to marry a generous wife? The right approach was to fulfill his wife's needs first; otherwise, if she wasn't satisfied, and if she did stray, it would be too late to fix the situation.
Aurelia waved her hand weakly and said, "You go ahead; I'm exhausted from our actions, I need to rest for a bit."
Looking at the beautiful elven woman who had collapsed under him, her soft legs were spread weakly, and her intimate parts were left in an exposed state, a flow of white fluids slowly oozing out – the look of someone utterly exhausted, a sight that would fill any man with immense pride.
He hummed a tune and entered another room, which was particularly large and sparsely decorated, previously used only for storing materials. In the center of the room was a large bed, where Onyxia lay seductively on her side, smiling at Arthas. Since they were now partners, they would inevitably end up in bed together; it would be better to take the initiative.
Remembering the enticing cries of Aurelia, she too wanted to try what that felt like! Onyxia had a slender waist, exuding an indescribable softness and smoothness, particularly her pert, snow-white breasts, soft and ample, contrasting starkly with the human female form.
Arthas greedily caressed her smooth legs, causing her to squirm a bit shyly and uneasily, "Arthas!"
"Call me husband, dear!" Arthas captured Onyxia's small mouth with a kiss, prying it open and greedily savoring her tongue. Engaging in a passionate dance with her soft, pink tongue, he slowly teased and ignited her desires.