--- CHAPTER 51: (R18) Echoes of Victory and Desire ---
[System UI] Your reputation with the Burning Blade Clan is hatred.
The system's prompt made Arthas speechless. Guys, these people wanted to kill him, but they were killed in return. They still hate him, right?
At night, in the base of the hill dwarves, the group retreated here. The hill dwarves had won a great victory and were celebrating. They were dancing, drinking ale and singing in the hall. Previously, the Dragonthroat Clan of the Horde had been attacking the hill dwarves, causing heavy losses to the dwarves. They were forced to hide in the mountains and barely escaped. The seeds of hatred had been planted. At this moment, being able to kill the dwarves of the Dragonroar Clan was definitely a joyous thing.
Muradin drank ale in big gulps, laughed heartily, and boasted to a few hill dwarves about the things he had encountered in the past, and the tortuous experience of sneaking into Grim Batol Fortress to rescue people, oh no, to rescue the dragon.
The dwarf leader Rom came over and said, "Muradin, where is His Highness? Several distinguished guests are looking for him."
"Oh, he's in his room. He was really brave today and even killed an orc warlord. He's still young, and it's a bit difficult for him to experience such a brutal battlefield. Let him rest for a while."
Muradin said a lot of good things about Arthas. As a teacher, he was obviously very competent.
"Well, I have to go find him. There are some things that require your Highness's decision."
Rom was in a dilemma. At least they had received help from the Red Dragon, so it was not difficult for them to deliver a message now.
"Whatever you want, but don't you want a drink? It won't be too late to have a drink before leaving!"
Muradin laughed heartily. The dwarves' favorite things were beer, ale and all kinds of fine liquor.
Gulp! Apparently, the temptation of fine wine to dwarves is very deadly, just like the temptation of gold coins to goblins. Rom picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then the second sip, the third sip, one cup, two cups...
Meanwhile, in Arthas's room, a fierce battle was unfolding. The air was filled with the charming gasps of the elves and the heavy breathing of the men, mixed with the fierce physical fight. Each time, the man thrusted in and out savagely, without stopping for a moment. The pink and plump pussy was already covered with thick white liquid, showing that the woman was in a state of arousal and had been fucked for some time, otherwise there wouldn't be so much white foam. There was also a fishy smell in the air, which occasionally became more intense with the elves' muffled moans.
"Um...ah...gently..."
Alleria tensed her body involuntarily, her long legs were lifted up on the man's shoulders, and her fair and tender nails were sucked in Arthas's mouth. Her toes were numbed by the sucking, causing her body to feel particularly intense pleasure. Her tight and contracted pussy was wriggling violently, and her body was convulsing and twitching, and the orgasm never stopped!
"Smells so good on your toes, ah, wife! Your tight little pussy's gripping my cock like it never wants to let go—fuck, you're so wet for me."
Arthas pumped his lower body frantically, his cock repeatedly entering the juicy, wet and hot flesh hole, grinding against the cervix, pulling it out, and inserting it again. He needed to use the standard missionary position, and he had to lift up Alleria's beautiful legs to insert it into her cervix. Only by poking the cervix could he feel satisfied, and this was complete conquest! The slick heat enveloped him completely, each plunge sending jolts of electric pleasure up his spine, her walls pulsing around him in desperate need.
"Hate...ah...hmm...keep going...harder...hmm...fuck me...ah...husband..."
Alleria put aside her shyness and responded to him in bed. She believed what Arthas said, that this little prince would definitely make the councillors of Silvermoon City bow their heads and let her marry him. She liked to follow Arthas, she had a heart for adventure and exploring the world, and following Arthas, she could explore more instead of staying in Eversong Forest and fighting guerrilla warfare with the trolls!
He pulled the glans of the cock back to the entrance of the pussy until the pussy lips just contained Arthas, then he bent down and pressed his hands on Alleria's tall snow-white breasts, rubbing and pressing them wantonly, fully feeling the softness and firmness there. When the cock was pulled out, it scraped the tender flesh in the pussy, making Alleria's heart almost jump out. The feeling was really hard to describe, itchy and numb, like countless ants crawling over, the feeling of emptiness became stronger and stronger, and she urgently needed something to fill it. The huge feeling of fullness was like a wave that pushed her to the peak, making her dizzy, her mind was blank, and her body was like being electrified, from head to toe, every muscle was trembling, and the pleasure was all over her every pore.
Alleria stuck out her tongue, made a scissors hand gesture with her hands, and wrapped her beautiful legs around her man's waist, twisting her body hard. Her sexy flesh-colored jade toes opened and closed, and closed and opened again. The indescribable pleasure made her unable to resist.
Watching Alleria's sobbing moans and screams, coupled with this state of trance, Arthas was filled with a sense of pride and conquest both physically and mentally. Bang bang bang! Arthas continued to pump savagely. He found that Alleria's pussy began to wriggle after the orgasm. It had obviously adapted to the size of the cock, but it still wrapped Arthas's cock tightly, but it was not too tight to be unable to pump. It was really a rare and famous tool! For this reason, Arthas began to pump without any pressure!
"It feels so good... so tight... fuck you to death... slut... it feels so good... ah... your pussy's milking my cock, begging for my cum."
Arthas was panting continuously, he almost couldn't hold back and ejaculated directly. His cock was almost flattened by the honey hole, this feeling could not be blocked at all, nor could it be suppressed, it was just good, good to the point of numbness of his scalp.
Alleria's pretty face flushed, and after being sent to orgasm again, she looked at Arthas with a dazed look, as if she wanted to imprint Arthas's appearance in her mind. Her green and seductive tender feet swayed in the air, and as the man thrust harder and harder, they swung in an increasingly amazing arc in the air!!! Her flat tummy also began to bulge slowly. Every time the cock was inserted into that position, the tummy at that position would bulge. Through her fair skin, you can clearly see that the bulge is exactly the shape of the cock!
The whole pussy began to tremble and wriggle violently, and the tight and oppressive pleasure came from all directions. It tightened in waves, but the cock was still swelling and expanding excitedly. The pussy and the cock began to rub tightly, squeezing the sticky love juice out of the body. When the friction reached a certain extent, the pleasure could no longer be suppressed.
The celebratory echoes from the hall seeped through the stone walls, a distant rumble of laughter and song that contrasted sharply with the intimate intensity within Arthas's chamber. The system's earlier notification lingered in his mind like an unwelcome shadow, a reminder of the hatred he had earned through survival. But in this moment, such thoughts were pushed aside, drowned out by the symphony of passion unfolding between him and Alleria.
The dwarf base, carved deep into the hills, provided a sanctuary after the day's brutal confrontations. The hill dwarves, resilient and boisterous, reveled in their hard-won triumph over the Dragonthroat Clan. Their voices rose in harmonious chants, mugs clashing in toasts to fallen comrades and vanquished foes. The air in the hall was thick with the scent of spilled ale and roasted meats, a feast born of relief and vengeance.
Muradin, ever the storyteller, held court among his kin, his beard flecked with foam as he recounted exploits with exaggerated gestures. His tales of infiltration and rescue painted vivid pictures, eliciting roars of approval from the listeners. When Rom approached, his query about Arthas was met with protective praise, Muradin's loyalty evident in every word.
Rom's hesitation was brief, the pull of camaraderie and liquor too strong to resist. As he succumbed to the allure of the drink, the night deepened, the celebration showing no signs of waning.
In the seclusion of the room, the world outside faded entirely. Alleria's gasps filled the space, her body arching under Arthas's relentless rhythm. The evidence of their prolonged union was evident in the slick sheen covering her, the air heavy with their shared essence. Her pleas for gentleness were belied by her urging him onward, her voice a melody of surrender and demand.
Arthas's senses were overwhelmed by her—the scent of her skin, the taste of her toes as he lavished attention on them, drawing out shudders that rippled through her frame. Each thrust was a claim, a deepening of their bond forged in the fires of battle and now tempered in ecstasy. Her responses fueled him, her abandonment of reserve a testament to the trust she placed in him.
As he withdrew partially, teasing the edge of separation, his hands explored her form, kneading the supple peaks of her breasts. The sensations she described internally mirrored his own—a building void that demanded fulfillment, waves of pleasure crashing over them both.
Her playful gestures and entwining limbs heightened the connection, her moans a siren's call that stirred his deepest instincts. The physical feedback from her body, adapting yet clinging, was a marvel that drove him to greater fervor.
His breaths came in ragged bursts, the edge of release tantalizingly close, yet he held on, savoring the exquisite pressure. Alleria's gaze, hazy with bliss, locked onto him, etching this moment into eternity.
The visible signs of their union on her body—the rhythmic bulging, the quivering responses—amplified the intensity, building toward an inevitable crescendo.
--- END OF CHAPTER 51 ---