Azshara struggled to suppress her disgust as Arthas touched her face, and he even went too far, sliding his hand down into her clothes to toy with her uncovered nipple.
Even though it was a dream, she still felt a tingling sensation that made her almost moan. She didn't realize that Arthas's intention was for her to be pleasure-seeking, reaching climax continuously, unable to forget him! This was a dream, and their existence was nothing but mental consciousness; their physical forms did not exist. Once one died here, they wouldn't awaken in reality. So it could be real, or it might not be; it all depended on how one looked at it. Dreams have always been a place that was hard to articulate.
"Mortal! Remove your filthy hands!" Azshara furiously shouted, suppressing her pleasure.
"Mortal? You are truly ignorant. Do you think you are the noblest race? Ha, you know nothing of power!" Arthas said with a smirk, pretending to be superior.
To deal with such a proud woman, he had to conquer her with the strongest force; simply defeating her was impossible. Azshara would never yield. He had to shock her, making her feel stunned, transcending her understanding. Bit by bit, he built an image in her heart that was insurmountable, invincible, gradually leading her to subconsciously think that he was the strongest man.
This process was destined to be long, and those who understood Azshara's history knew she was a scheming woman with undeniable charisma. Even when sunk to the seabed and transformed into a Naga, she still had many loyal followers. This situation only indicated that Azshara was not as foolish as she appeared in the game. Arthas never underestimated anyone, not even orcs; no enemy would be ignored.
Just like his mentor Uther, who had just become a paladin, but still had the qualifications to teach him because he was the direct disciple of the Archbishop— a civilian without roots but loyal and devoted. The royal family could not be threatened by him; they could be used without worry. This was the game. So even though Arthas harbored a traitorous thought regarding his mother, Queen Lianne, he did not show it and hid it well. No one knew what would happen in the future; his lenient father, Terenas, was not an easy target. Before having absolute strength, it was better to maintain good relations. What was wrong with being closer to one's mother?
" Ah!" Azshara moaned softly, pleasure spreading throughout her body. Why was her body so sensitive from just being toyed with her breasts and nipples? "Mortal, you will regret this!"
"Oh, really? I'm looking forward to it," Arthas said with a sinister smile as he moved his hand down to grab Azshara's perky backside and continued to knead it, his fingers occasionally tracing along her cleft to touch her labia.
This sort of elusive contact, at times present and at others absent, made Azshara increasingly unable to hold on. With sheer willpower, she simply bit her lip, completely unaware that she was dreaming. As long as she thought herself invincible, coupled with self-hypnosis, she could truly become invincible.
In a person's dream, they are their own master; many individuals do not realize this, which leads them to be manipulated in dreams. Although Azshara was a magical genius, the strongest native being, what did that matter?
She still didn't understand the rules of dreams, allowing herself to be toyed with by a seemingly weak man like Arthas. It was ironic for a demigod queen to become a mere physical toy for a weak human!
His fingers gently kneaded Azshara's perky backside, and after just five minutes, she was already wet. A flow of fluid gushed from her depths, an intense wave of pleasure spreading throughout her body.
Her eyes widened; this bliss was so wonderful it made her toes curl, and her body emitted satisfied moans, even her mind felt particularly comfortable. Seeing Azshara's dazed state, Arthas inserted a finger into her vagina. Continuous climaxes caused her tightly closed labia to begin to open; his finger slid in effortlessly, tightly embraced as if the flesh were a vacuum, almost as if it wanted to extract his essence.
If he were to insert his manhood, he might not last more than a few thrusts before he would erupt, continuously spilling, stopping only when his body was drained completely.
The Holy Light enveloped the two of them, and no one could see what was happening within. Not even N'Zoth could, as he remained sealed, unable to appear; the seal merely loosened a little, but his powers could not manifest. Otherwise, he wouldn't have assigned the Nightmare King, Xavius, to work but would rather come personally to set the trap.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes. Azshara was still gritting her teeth, holding on; she would not yield, no matter how intense the climax, she would not succumb. She was a proud queen, the light of lights; how could she possibly yield?
Arthas also did not intend on having intercourse with Azshara; evidently, completing the task took priority. They were merely mental consciousness with no physical contact; it would never be perfect that way. Actual physical connection was much more wonderful; simple mental communication lacked that little awareness.
An hour passed quickly, and when Arthas released Azshara, the blushing Naga queen shot him a parting remark, "Mortal, you will regret this!"
Once Azshara's consciousness returned to the Eternal Palace, a deep voice began questioning her, "Azshara, why has the mission not been completed?"
"Hmph, N'Zoth, I am not your subordinate. We are merely partners; do not give me orders. I know what to do!" Azshara huffed, did she really need to admit that she had been defiled by a weak creature to the point of consecutive climaxes for an hour before her humiliating retreat?
"A deal? Oh, my queen, our partnership will of course continue!" N'Zoth's voice was full of sarcasm; calling her queen was akin to a master teasing a mischievous pet dog, showing no respect whatsoever.
Although she shouted angrily while suppressing her pleasure, her voice sounded so weak, instead giving off a sense of coyness. This was absolutely unbelievable; how could she say such a thing? But why couldn't she stop trembling? What was the reason for this?