--- CHAPTER 63: Ascension and Intimate Bonds --- When it comes to spouses, the expressions of the two queens become a little strange. They are all queens of the Young Victoria Secret Adriana Lima type, with many children, and not pure and innocent people. They are not disgusted by what Arthas said, but rather relieved. An ally who is so righteous and aloof seems a little strange. Only a hobby with some eccentricities can make people feel at ease.
The power transfer ceremony was quick, and Eonar personally blessed Onyxia, so that she would not be eroded by the Whispers of the Old Gods because of the power of the earth. Although the Old Gods were troublesome, the Titans were not vegetarians either. Adult Titans were not afraid of the Old Gods' beeps. If they were not afraid that they would be killed by Azeroth, the newborn Titan, if they were pulled out of the ground roughly, these Old Gods would have died countless times.
The power of the Lifesworn protects Onyxia. Every prison of the Old Gods is underground, so if you get close to the Old Gods, they will keep nagging you in your head. This kind of noise can easily drive you crazy over time. Because you can't attack the Old Gods, you can only passively defend yourself, which leads to madness. You can't fight back when you're scolded, not to mention how aggrieved you are.
After accepting the power of the Titans, Onyxia officially became the new Guardian of the Earth, and a faint power surrounded her. She also soared from the hero level to the power of a demigod. If she is given some time to establish a connection with the Emerald Dream, she will be able to achieve immortality. Just like the wild demigod, after being killed, she can still be resurrected again through the power of faith.
Deathwing only had his head intact, so Nablya placed an iron dwarf's body on the sculpting table and integrated Deathwing's soul into it to ensure his survival. Soul parasitism is very dangerous, but with a Titan who is proficient in the laws of life, extremely dangerous things have become extremely safe.
"Remember your mission and serve your husband, the dragon, and the children of Azeroth."
After saying this, Eonar continued to sleep. This time she had consumed a lot of energy and she needed more rest.
"As you command, my Lord."
Onyxia responded respectfully. She hadn't come back to her senses yet. She was still in a trance. She had obtained her father's power and became the leader of the black Dragonflight? This must be a dream!
"Congratulations, Onyxia, you are now a Dragon Aspect like us. The affairs of Arthas are now handed over to you. Please return to the Dragon Rest Temple with us first, and we will announce your new identity to all the dragons."
Alexstrasza nodded to the new Black Dragon Queen; they were now of the same level.
"OK."
Onyxia nodded. She knew that becoming a Dragon Aspect was not easy. This meant that the affairs of the black Dragonflight had been handed over to her. Tens of thousands of years of deep hatred and blood feuds, these were really troublesome to deal with. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Arthas, at her husband.
Arthas nodded to her, then turned to look at the Red Dragon Queen, "Why don't you rest here for a few days? I still have some things to deal with. If you are not in a hurry, you can wait."
Alexstrasza looked at Arthas thoughtfully. She could sense the desire in his eyes. It was not the desire for her, but the desire for the new black dragon leader Onyxia. "Okay, then stay for a few days. I can observe as well."
At night, in a room, the sound of violent flesh hitting each other continued to be heard. A human and an elf were entangled with each other, holding each other tightly and pulling them into their arms. The fierce flesh fight never stopped. The inverted triangle pubic hair was bulging high, and the genitals were very white and plump. Arthas's thick cock thrust relentlessly into Alleria's slick pussy, already drenched in her arousal, the lewd fluids coating every inch as he drove deeper. Each withdrawal exposed her pink inner folds, flipped outward from the intensity, her entrance stretched wide into a perfect O, accommodating his girth with ease after hours of relentless pounding—it was clear her tight hole had been worked loose by his unyielding rhythm.
Almost half an hour had passed, tension coiling tighter with every teasing stroke and whispered promise, foreplay's slow burn of kisses along her neck and fingers circling her clit giving way to this raw, passionate penetration. Arthas thrust hard a few final times, burying his cock deep inside Alleria. As she screamed in ecstasy, his shaft pulsed wildly, flooding her with hot cum that poured into her womb, which clenched greedily around him, milking every drop.
"I love you, Alleria... ah... you're so fucking tight... oh... I could cum inside you forever..."
"I love you too, Arthas... mm... deeper... ngh... fill me... don't... oh yes... stop..."
Alleria hugged Arthas and kissed him, her body trembling with aftershocks, the electric sensations of his cum warming her core mixing with the raw emotion of their bond. After a long while, she pushed him away, "Go, eat Onyxia, don't let her run away!"
"Well, thank you for your hard work, wife."
Arthas knew that Alleria was generous. Women, after all, would be a little jealous, but he still felt gratified that she was so generous. Who wouldn't want to marry a generous and lovely wife?
Feed your wife well before cheating on her. This is the right thing to do. Otherwise, if you can't even feed your wife well and still cheat on her, you'll easily end up being cuckolded. Alleria waved her hands and said weakly, "Go ahead. You're almost fucking me to death. I'm so sleepy. I'll take a nap first."
Looking at the pretty elf who was lying on the ground after being fucked by him, her two plump and straight legs were turned outward with powerlessness, and her pussy opening in the middle was unable to close, revealing an obscene O shape. Thick white cum slowly flowed out of her pussy opening. She had an expression of being fucked, and any man would feel extremely proud seeing it.
Humming a little tune, I came to another room. This room was very large and had few decorations. It was only used to store materials in the past.
There was a large bed in the middle of the open space. Onyxia was lying on the bed charmingly, looking at Arthas with a smile. Since they had become each other's spouse, they would have to go to bed sooner or later, so they might as well take the initiative. Thinking of Alleria's ecstatic moans, she also wanted to try what it felt like to be fucked!
Nyxia's waist was very thin, full of indescribable softness and tenderness, especially her pointed, snow-white, and plump breasts, which were very different from the human female body. Arthas greedily touched her legs, which made her twist her waist in embarrassment and uneasiness, "Arthas!"
"Call me husband, wife! I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll beg for my cock every night."
Arthas kissed Onyxia's mouth, pried open her teeth, and greedily sucked the saliva in her mouth. He skillfully entangled with the pink little tongue inside, teasing Onyxia bit by bit, stirring up her desire bit by bit, his hands roaming her body to build the aching tension, fingers tracing her inner thighs before brushing her swelling clit, drawing out her first involuntary gasps.
The queens' bemused reactions to spousal musings revealed worldly perspectives, their maternal experiences fostering tolerance. Eccentricities grounded alliances, dispelling suspicions of unattainable purity.
Eonar's benediction fortified Onyxia against whispers, Titans' pragmatism acknowledging Old Gods' tenacity. Subterranean prisons amplified incessant torment, passive endurance breeding insanity.
Ascension elevated Onyxia to demigodhood, faint auras heralding guardianship. Emerald Dream linkage promised resurrection via faith, echoing wild demigods' endurance.
Deathwing's remnants—head intact—necessitated soul transfer, Nablya's forge integrating essence into dwarven form. Life mastery rendered peril routine.
Eonar's parting mandate bound Onyxia to duty, her reverence unwavering amid slumber's necessity.
Onyxia's daze reflected surreal elevation, dreamlike ascension to queenship.
Alexstrasza's congratulations affirmed parity, Wyrmrest summons formalizing identity.
Onyxia's assent masked burdens, ancient vendettas, a daunting inheritance. Her gaze sought Arthas's solace.
His proposal for respite veiled intent, Alexstrasza's perception noting Onyxia's allure.
Nightfall brought carnal symphony, Arthas and Alleria entwined in fervent union. Rhythmic collisions echoed passion, her form yielding to his dominance, intimacy's evidence slick and evident.
Climax sealed devotion, affirmations whispered amid ecstasy's throes.
Alleria's encouragement propelled him onward, her generosity a balm to jealousy.
Satisfaction's aftermath painted her in erotic repose, pride swelling in his chest.
Whistling, he sought Onyxia's chamber, vast and sparse, her allure beckoning from the bed.
Her form tantalized—slender waist, voluptuous curves diverging from human norms. His touch elicited squirms, her protest a veil for anticipation.
Spousal command preceded kiss, tongues dancing in exploratory fervor, igniting latent desires.
--- END OF CHAPTER 63 ---