Chapter 20: The King of War's Mother was cummed in her mouth
"Ah!"
Queen Taria screamed, she was now driven entirely by passion and desire. She leaned forward, her hands supported on the head of the bed, her breasts were captured by Arthas. Her plump waist was encircled by big hands, and the man was vigorously penetrating her opening from bottom to top. The fierce coupling and irregular acceleration made her gasp, "Your Highness... don't release inside... You can't... You will... risk conception..."
"Call me husband!"
Arthas did not stop, his drive was amplified by his System's unseen power. He wanted to reach his climax quickly, urging his partner into a deeper surrender. "Husband... please... don't release inside... please..."
Queen Taria begged, a plea born of both shame and ecstatic surrender.
Boo!Arthas pulled out his shaft, swiftly positioned Queen Taria on the bed, and captured her mouth, driving the shaft deep into her throat.
"Ah! Swallow it!"
The manly juice spurted out with a puff. Queen Taria's eyes widened, and she moved her throat obediently, swallowing the hot manly juice that the man shot into her mouth with difficulty. The taste was sharp, and she endured the sensation. But there was a copious amount of manly juice, and she had to swallow the boy's release as much as possible while enduring the fullness.
Gulp! Gulp! No one would have thought that an elegant and dignified queen would voluntarily swallow the manly juice of a boy younger than her son in the room in the early morning. Her face was flushed, her intensity in the act was undeniable.
"Lick it clean!"
Arthas panted and pulled out his shaft, leaning against the head of the bed to rest.
Queen Taria didn't care about her tired body, and climbed up naked to suck Arthas's shaft, which was still slick with her own love juice and had a strong scent of passion. Gentle and patient, she used her tongue to gently rub Arthas's shaft, and used her lips to gently suck Arthas's glans. She took good care of everything, not leaving any part untouched. The whole shaft felt as if it was being put in an oven. The all-round heat and all-round tenderness were wrapping me, serving me, and covering me. I felt so good, ecstatic, and expanded. Queen Taria's gentle submission made Arthas's passion nowhere to escape!
Seeing the charming mature woman serving herself so attentively, it was obvious that she had surrendered to him. Thanks to the System's power subtly enhancing his irresistible masculine confidence, he knew that if he wanted to make love to her next time, he just needed to make a suggestion, and there would be no difficulties. Touching her cheek, Arthas kissed her, "I love you, have a good rest, I'm leaving first."
"Well, your highness, take care."
Queen Taria was stunned for a moment after she said that. How could this be exactly the same as a wife's concern for her husband going out? A ripple rose in her heart. Has she changed? Has she fallen in love with this boy? All the confusion made her head a little confused, and she fell asleep again with fatigue.
Arthas returned to the room to take a shower and then went to the barracks. He was learning how to manage the army. Although the number can be ignored when the individual's strength is at its peak, too many people can still kill a demigod. The quantity and quality are in a delicate balance.
In the barracks, Arthas met the white-haired Commander of the Alliance Coalition Forces, Anduin Lothar. It is rumored that this knight is a descendant of the blood of the founding emperor. According to the leap signed by Emperor Thoradin and the high elves, if his descendants have any requests in the future, the high elves will definitely give them. In fact, they did give a little help, really "a little".
The High Elves, who are famous for magic, did not even send a magician, but only sent the least valued ranger troops, which only had a few hundred people. As a race that controls magic and has magic flowing in their blood, giving up magic is destined to be disrespected, and can even be said to be despised. The kingdom of the high elves is called Quel'Thalas, and power is shared by the King and the Silvermoon Council. All seven council members are lords above the level of Magister, which shows how popular magic is among the High Elves.
Lothar explained his experience in leading troops, as well as the tactics of deploying troops and how to fight against orcs. The coordination between infantry and cavalry, the positions of mages and priests, etc., all impressed Arthas. These are not what Lordaeron's generals know. Lordaeron has not had a decent war for a long time.
For two consecutive days, Arthas listened to the class attentively. He knew that the army had been assembled, part of the advance troops had set off, and he would soon go with the army. He has been honing his skills these two days. His aunt, Priscilla Ashvane, is very busy and has left Lordaeron. Trade is not an easy thing. Otherwise, if he stayed here for a few days, he would have someone to vent his anger at night.
"Your Highness, from today on, I will obey your orders until your cooperation with my father ends."
There was a ripple in the space, and the Black Dragon princess in human form, Onyxia, appeared in front of Arthas with a staff. The heart-penetrating fragrance came, and from the white neck down was the delicate collarbone, with clear ravines and full of flesh, and a blooming rose tattoo on it. The full and huge breasts propped up the dress into an exaggerated arc, and the two long legs were slender and straight, forming an inverted triangle shape, with thick and strong thighs, straight and slender calves, two big white feet, white and flawless, and ten green jade toes were painted with black nail polish, like black gems dotted on them.
"I suddenly have a good business."
Arthas's eyes lit up. That's right, perfume and high heels! He looked at Onyxia's white toes and thought of high heels. Wouldn't it be perfect if they were paired with stockings? However, high heels and stockings are easy to copy and imitate. Once they are copied, their profits will drop significantly.
Onyxia was a little angry that Arthas was staring at her toes. A glimmer of magic flashed under her feet, and a pair of boots were put on her beautiful feet. But after hearing that there were gold coins to be earned, the angry eyes suddenly became bright, "Oh, dear prince, what good business do you have?"
"Shoes, stockings, and perfume."
Arthas said without hesitation, "Let's talk about it after we come back from the war. Think about it, if there is a pair of shoes that can make women look tall and sexy, a thin pair of pants that outlines the shape of beautiful legs, and has a little bit of weak magic effect, what do you think it will be like?"
"Not very good."
Onyxia snorted, her face changed, "Your Highness, are you making fun of me?"
"Of course not, whether it works or not, in fact, you will know if you try it."
Arthas said lightly.
"How to try it?"
Onyxia asked curiously.
"Make some samples for Happy Manor." Arthas smiled. The so-called changing manor is actually a brothel.
Onyxia obviously knew what that place was, but she didn't expect that as a prince, he would be so, um, so down-to-earth!