"Ah! Husband, ah, it feels so good!" Onyxia suddenly let out a hoarse cry, her body stiffening in spasms. This was not the first time she had climaxed.
The peak of pleasure made her instinctively hold onto Arthas's waist, her lower abdomen continuously rising and falling as he thrust into her. Her body craved the baptism of his member, getting filled with his essence.
At that moment, Arthas let out a wild roar; he couldn't withstand the repeated suction of the tender flesh in Onyxia's tightness and finally erupted, releasing fully in her. The thick base pressed against Onyxia's entrance, trembling and thrusting several more times as he remained deep inside her.
Onyxia, beneath Arthas, trembled all over from the impact of the semen, her flat abdomen swelling with the warm release. The liquid swelled into a small bulge, and the essence gushed out like a flood breaching a dam.
The large amount of Arthas's cum blended together with hers, being pushed back by his massive head, flowing into her womb. The engorged shaft sealed her vaginal opening, with not a drop escaping—successfully achieving conception!
Onyxia could clearly feel as if a nuclear bomb had exploded in her womb, the overwhelming pleasure engulfing her body, making her feel as sensitive as if she had been electrocuted, continuously shaking with delight. Her mind floated in a cloud of bliss, completely free of stress or worries, and this tranquility combined with the tingling pleasure made her somewhat addicted!
After a long while, Onyxia regained her senses, her belly tight and feeling overly full, yet the satisfaction brought her immense peace. She could finally have a good sleep; with her husband beside her, she felt secure, no longer worried about threats from other dragons.
She tightly held onto Arthas, fearful that he would suddenly leave. Amidst the embrace of two beautiful women, Arthas fell into a contented slumber. After ejaculation, there is usually a sense of fatigue, and at that moment, even the thought of washing up seemed unappealing. It's better to just stay with the beauties and sleep; that feeling is the best.
The next day, Arthas felt an itch in his nose. Opening his eyes, he saw Onyxia and Alleria playfully teasing his nose with their hair, no wonder it felt itchy.
"Good morning, wives." "Good morning, husband," Onyxia replied with a smile.
"Good morning, Arthas. When you marry me, I will call you husband." Alleria looked into Arthas's eyes with a gentle tone.
She merely wanted a marriage, an affirmation, rather than silently following a man, which would earn her ridicule from other high elves. Marrying another race is not shameful; shame lies in eloping like that.
"Hmm, I will work hard. Let's get up, we need to head back. Once we've dealt with the orc threat, I'll return to Quel'Thalas to sort out our matters. Onyxia, once I'm done, I'll come find you; you can always reach out to me," Arthas promised both women, as he had many tasks ahead.
His own territory was still in turmoil; to gain more, he must grow stronger. If he were strong enough, he might have been able to explore the pleasures of two dragon queens last night. Unfortunately, he was still too weak. Relying on the reputation of others is suitable for leisurely development, but in the long-term, one must rely on true strength.
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Before leaving the Un'Goro Crater, Arthas found Deathwing, who had transformed into an ordinary figure lacking all power, resembling a steel dwarf.
"Do you have any spies among the high elves?" Arthas stared at Deathwing, who now sat before him, looking like a giant. Isn't it a cruel twist of fate for a once-great hero to end up like this? He sensed that Deathwing was plotting something, but he couldn't fathom what kind of scheme could lead someone to willingly give up their power. This didn't seem like Deathwing's style at all; if it weren't for the name above, he would have thought he recognized the wrong person.
Deathwing appeared relaxed, satisfied with his new body, "I have never slept a single night peacefully; I slept very well last night."
Last night? Arthas privately thought wickedly, "Oh, then congratulations!"
"Are you talking about Sunstrider and the others by the Sunwell? Instead of lingering by the Sunwell, you'd be better off finding the Night Elves' Lake of Eternal Life. Although it has been diluted, it's much better than the so-called Sunwell. Of course, with your current strength, you cannot access it, but you can have others help you," Deathwing referred to the other four dragon aspects.
If they intervened, the Night Elves would definitely accommodate them because the blessings of their entire race come from the four dragons.
"No, that's not it; I plan to find a capable person and spread a rumor at the Silvermoon Council. The Windrunner family is preparing to distance themselves from their rule, further pushing Silvermoon to exclude the Windrunner family," Arthas elaborated on his plan, including sending Alleria to explain to all the high elves how the Rangers defended Quel'Thalas.
This would incite the ruling class's vigilance and resentment, intensifying their conflicts. At that time, by adding a bit of fire, using the timing of trolls attacking Quel'Thalas, he could force the high elves into a position of seeking human aid, and then he could take the opportunity to propose conditions.
A glint of appreciation flashed in Deathwing's eyes as he looked at Arthas but shook his head, "Even if you help them fend off the attack, they still won't agree to marry a Windrunner to you. They are too proud—a bunch of arrogant frogs!" If the Sunstrider King and Silvermoon Council heard that, they would surely be enraged. What do you mean, arrogant frogs?
Arthas suddenly smiled wickedly, his smile more diabolical than those of demons. If he weren't still a pure human, Deathwing might have thought he was the demon lord.
"Of course not; I will demand one of the female councilors from the Silvermoon Council to marry me!"