"Oh? Why did you say that in advance? I thought you would give me a trap, hmm, is Emeriss your daughter?" Arthas opened his eyes again and looked at the violet skin woman before him. The full and round breasts were only a foot away from his nose, as if they could be bitten at any moment. A surge of hot blood rushed up, as if something was drawing him in.
"Yes, she is one of my daughters. She is one of the strongest among my daughters under my care and my pride. Some unexpected events occurred while she was guarding the Emerald Dream, she needs to recuperate. I hope you can help her; she is a brave warrior, and I believe you two will get along well." Ysera deliberately moved her waist a bit, making her full bosom sway in front of Arthas.
She was intentionally teasing, how could a mere human take the initiative in front of a dragon? She was a proud guardian dragon, the Queen of the Green Dragons!
"Ah!" Ysera suddenly screamed, as Arthas suddenly took her bud in his mouth and began to suck. His teeth gently nibbled on her perky nipple, while his mouth vigorously sucked her breast, gradually expanding to include a large area of the tender flesh.
A tingling pleasure spread from her nipple throughout her body, and this sinful pleasure made her unable to suppress a muffled moan.
Arthas suddenly embraced Ysera, pulling her into his arms and sucking forcefully. After finishing with her left breast, he then moved to the right, sucking eagerly. Those huge, full breasts had a milky fragrance just from breathing.
They were soft yet full of elasticity, and the air was filled with the natural scent of grass and wood—very refreshing and natural. Alexstrasza widened her eyes, unable to believe that Arthas was being so bold, actually daring to suck Ysera's breasts! It should be known that Ysera was the most volatile among the five-color dragons—not the black dragon, but the green dragon.
Green dragons lean towards evil within the realm of order, and their methods can border on insane methods. Generally, prey targeted by them will have a hard time escaping. The green dragon often hibernates in the Emerald Dream and rarely appears in Azeroth, so few people know much about them.
When Tyr led the five-color dragons to attack Galakrond, Ysera was the first to charge in. Facing a creature as large as a mountain, Ysera, who was the size of a human in comparison, showed no fear—she boldly attacked, biting, clawing, and swinging her tail. Her crazy demeanor did not resemble that of a woman who often drowsed; she looked more like a madwoman. Yet, this madwoman was trying to tease a human prince. The result? It was all too obvious; she was taken advantage of!
But looking at Ysera's expression, the drowsy gaze flashed with a hint of cleverness, showing no signs of rejection. Everything seemed to be her calculation, all within her grasp. She was the most proactive and the most unhinged. Compared to her sister Alexstrasza, her desire for conquest was even stronger and more intense.
After sleeping in the Emerald Dream for hundreds or thousands of years, her pent-up desires needed to be released. It was either this as an outlet or the choice between destruction or madness.
"Hmm!" The slight pain in her nipple made Ysera let out a muffled groan, looking down at Arthas who was greedily sucking on her breast, her beautiful eyes sparkling with cleverness. Without refusing or pushing him away, given her power, she could easily wake up from even this level of provocation; even during mating, she could regain clarity at any time.
Unlike human women who have no resistance when pushed to the brink of pleasure, the aspect dragons always maintain an independent ability to awaken in any situation. A black line began to spread along Ysera's smooth back; that was the breath of nightmares, a scent of demonic corruption.
The Emerald Dream was being invaded by demons, invaded by nightmares. Although it was still very slight, lurking in dark corners, many dragons had already been corrupted, undetected, without any signs showing outwardly.
"Ding: Demonic presence detected."
"Ding, quest triggered: Nightmare's Trial."
"Nightmare's Trial: Ysera is not in heat. What seems like her being taken advantage of is actually a test of whether you can dispel the Nightmare's aura. Solve the nightmare's troubles, clash in the realm of elves, and you could even make the demigods fear you. Clear the nightmare 0/1, quest reward: Emerald Dream Pass and Emerald Dream map coordinates."
At this moment, Arthas entered a whole new world. Everything here was a dream, yet the dream was incredibly real. This was an ancient night elf city, older than even the history of the night elves. Even Arthas, who couldn't cast spells, could feel the abundant magical energy flowing.
Winding rivers flowed out of elegantly decorated channels. In the distance stood towering mage towers, adorned in pure white, with stripes and marble columns all revealing a unique style. Every detail was exquisite; even a stone column was intricately carved with delicate patterns, an endeavor only the long-lived elves would engage in when they had nothing else to do to pass the time.
Standing still, Arthas contemplated how to get rid of the Nightmare. The quest prompt didn't tell him how to solve it, only stating that this was a clash in the realm of the mind.
Thump, thump—a sound of shaking armor came, the sound produced by someone wearing armor; it was not something one person could create. It required a group of soldiers marching in unison to create that sound of clashing metal, with an invigorating effect. At the same time, in the room, Arthas lay on the ground, and Ysera was pressing down on him with her eyes tightly closed, with her breast stuffed into the boy's mouth, the two of them embraced tightly, seemingly lost in sleep.
"Hmm? What the hell is going on?" Alexstrasza looked at the two of them in surprise, her pale hand gestured in the air to find that something was off. Her expression gradually turned serious; it seemed that things were a bit unexpected.
At the same time, deep in the Endless Sea, there was an underwater city made of coral and elven ruins. A woman with an alluring face, but an octopus lower body, looked at the orders in confusion. This was an order from N'Zoth to enter a dream to help carry out a task.
"N'Zoth, I will kill you sooner or later!" Azshara gritted her teeth tightly; her transformation was due to N'Zoth's so-called 'blessing,' which was actually a curse!