--- CHAPTER 52: (R18) Shadows of Longing and Intrigue ---
In the next room is the black dragon princess Onyxia, who is leaning against the wall, listening to the panting next to her. One hand reaches into her skirt, pinching her clitoris and rubbing it. One hand is placed on her full and tall breasts, moving them up and down, masturbating while listening to the fierce fighting sounds. Her beautiful eyes seem a little dazed, as she was warned not to leave Arthas as a supervisor. She will be free only after the follow-up matters are handled, which is also agreed by Deathwing. It is hard to imagine that Deathwing would agree to such a thing, and even nodded and was escorted in person. This is unbelievable.
As a black dragon princess who could manipulate Stormwind Kingdom, Onyxia was very sensitive to the fact that all this was related to Arthas. Fate has always been a mysterious word, and even bronze dragons find it difficult to see their own fate. She knew that she had to tie herself to the little prince of Lordaeron and tie their fates together.
Judging from the experience during this period, in Onyxia's eyes, Arthas is a very strange paladin. Most of the users of Holy Light are kind-hearted people. Priests heal the wounds of civilians, and as a paladin, piety, humility, mercy, protection, and justice are the norms. Whether it is the upright Uther or the flexible Turalyon, they are actually more decent people.
Arthas is a weirdo, a scheming Paladin. He is totally different from an upright Paladin, and his actions make people feel that he has no temper at all. This kind of person is really weird. It's like seeing the grumpy Deathwing personally helping an old lady cross the road, and seeing a sow climb a tree to mate with a monkey. This impact subverted Onyxia's impression of the Holy Light.
However, even such a wonderful Paladin, the Holy Light actually favors him, this favor is so incredible. In addition to the identity of the Crown Prince of Lordaeron, he has a thorough understanding of the current situation of Lordaeron and the Kingdom of Man. This is a corrupt and decadent class that needs to be completely eradicated. If it cannot be eradicated, then set up a new sect and make your own decisions!
Arthas did not declare war on the nobles, firstly because he was unsure, and secondly because he could easily be portrayed as a tyrant who would do anything for power. In addition, he was not yet a king, so going to another continent to develop was the most appropriate choice. It must be said that his vision was unique, and even Onyxia agreed with it. This was undoubtedly the best way to rise. Rather than destroying the noble class, it was better to let them continue to exist. He could suck their blood to strengthen himself, just like the nobles sucked the blood of the kingdom and the common people.
Thinking that in the future, she would become the wife of a king and exercise the rights of a queen, Onyxia could not help but moan, her body suddenly tensed up, her meat walls squeezing the inserted jade fingers tightly, and her making sexual juice gushed out. She orgasmed in her fantasy, orgasmed in her making sexual fantasies!
As for not having the only wife, this is nothing to a dragon. Powerful creatures have several spouses, whether male or female, which is a symbol of strength.
Next door, Arthas was fucking a noble female elf while caressing her beautiful feet. Alleria's calves were slender and well-proportioned, with beautiful curves, her ankles were slender and smooth, her toes were slender and white, her arches were slightly high, and the slightly raised arc was extremely ecstatic, making people's nose bleed. The small and delicate toes were well-tightened. The unpainted jade toes maintained a healthy flesh color, original flavor, and a glance at them could accelerate the secretion of adrenaline in men.
"Wife, you are so beautiful, so good! Your feet are fucking perfect—I'm gonna worship them while I pound this sweet pussy of yours."
"Hmm...you're good too... oh... Arthas... mm... deeper..."
Alleria had obviously fallen completely. She had never objected in bed and did whatever he asked her to do. Her sexy body was as white as ivory, with beads of sweat on her jade skin, and she looked extremely lewd. The combination of fierce strength and super fast speed made Alleria roll her eyes. Her ten green jade toes were tightly curled up, her head tilted back, and she moaned to her heart's content, enjoying the little man's strong thrusting.
Arthas continued to savagely knead the softness of the two big white flowers. They were soft and fluffy in his hands like cotton candy, and exuded a familiar milk fragrance!!! The white and plump high curves, without the restraint of underwear, appeared more rounded and high, with a soft touch, and the palm of his hand could feel the nipples gradually becoming hard like red beans under the play of his fingertips!
The whole body trembles from the nine shallow and one deep thrusting method. In the sensitive little hole, every time the cock rubs against the tender folds, it is like being sucked out by small suction cups, and as it goes deeper, it is gradually pulled apart, making a crisp and subtle sound of opening a bottle!!! What follows is the extreme tingling pleasure, passing through like an electric current. Every time it is thrusted, it squeezes the tight tender flesh with great force, just like reclaiming a field that has not been cultivated. The feeling of the incomparable tightness that wraps the cock all around and tightly clamps it is so cool!!!! It makes people want to ejaculate inside!
"Ah...husband...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...please cum...oh...next time, ah...come again..."
Alleria begged coquettishly. Although she was a battle-hardened ranger general, she still couldn't stand the conquest in bed. Her honey hole was too sensitive. It was harder and more tiring than a big battle! She couldn't resist the nine shallow and one deep posture. It was gentle at the beginning, and then suddenly it went deep. The long cock drove straight in until it hit the opening of the womb and stopped, still grinding hard. Using the hard glans to stimulate the opening of the womb was the first time Alleria tried it. Under the extreme pleasure, she could only beg for mercy, otherwise she would faint!
The sound of crying in Alleria's nose became louder and louder, and her mouth opened wider and wider, almost sucking Arthas's tongue into her throat. After a few seconds, Alleria's pussy spasmed, and her two thighs on Arthas's back suddenly squeezing tightly. Alleria frowned as if she was about to die, and her tongue stopped moving. Then, Arthas's cock felt numb and itchy as if it was washed by a torrent.
The thin wall between the rooms did little to muffle the sounds of passion, each gasp and moan seeping through like an irresistible siren call. Onyxia pressed her ear closer, her breath quickening in sync with the rhythm next door. Her fingers worked with increasing urgency, the self-induced pleasure building as she imagined herself in Alleria's place. The agreement with Deathwing weighed on her mind, a temporary chain that bound her to Arthas's side, yet it stirred a curiosity that bordered on obsession.
Her political acumen, honed through manipulations in Stormwind, alerted her to the pivotal role Arthas played in this unfolding drama. Fate's threads were tangled, elusive even to those who guarded time itself. Binding her destiny to his seemed not just prudent, but inevitable.
Arthas defied the archetype of paladins she knew—those paragons of virtue who embodied the Light's ideals. His cunning contrasted sharply with their straightforward honor, a paradox that challenged her perceptions. The Light's endorsement of such a figure was baffling, yet undeniable.
His grasp of Lordaeron's rot—the nobility's parasitic grip—mirrored her own insights. Revolution from within risked backlash; exile and rebirth offered a cleaner path. Parasiting the parasites, as he envisioned, appealed to her draconic pragmatism.
Visions of queenship propelled her to climax, her body arching in solitary ecstasy. Polygamy held no taboo for her kind; it affirmed power.
In the adjacent chamber, Arthas lavished attention on Alleria's exquisite form, her feet a focal point of his adoration. Her surrender was total, her body a canvas of desire under his touch.
His hands explored her breasts, eliciting responses that heightened their union. The varied thrusting pattern drove her to the brink, each sensation amplified by novelty and intensity.
Alleria's pleas mingled desperation with delight, her warrior's endurance faltering against this intimate assault. The crescendo built, her release flooding him with overwhelming sensation.
--- END OF CHAPTER 52 ---