According to the plot, Queen Lianne had long passed away when Arthas was little; the fact that he survived is a miracle in itself. With the gradual healing through the Holy Light, Arthas improved a little each day.
However, he was weak before and wouldn't just lie on the bed unable to move. It's not to say everything is good or bad; naturally, she didn't share a bed with Terenas, and she ignored her husband's affairs with other women, believing as long as her son was the only heir, she wouldn't concern herself with anything else.
"Talia, that's not bad, son. Your preference seems a bit strange. Isn't Jaina good?" Lianne playfully slapped her son's cheek, watching her precious child, whom she carried for ten months, gradually becoming a man who could weather storms.
"Jaina is also good; I like her. But I prefer women like you, Mother. I've always wanted to marry you." Arthas spoke, having suckled her breast, which bore bite marks, without further damage. This was his mother, who had helped him a lot—a mature, gentle, wise, and elegantly affluent woman.
"Hmm, do you like mommy that much?" Before Arthas could respond, Lianne lowered her head and kissed him again, this time teasing with her tongue, evidently stirred by deep feelings, her skilled tongue dancing around Arthas's mouth, teasing his nerves and further igniting his passion.
Before he could hold back any longer, she giggled and pushed him away, lightly smoothing her disheveled hair and readjusting her lingerie. "Go chase after Talia; if you like her, I'll help you keep her!" A glint of intelligence flashed in Lianne's eyes; as a woman married into the Ashvane family, she had once been a prominent figure in Kul Tiras but had since faded into the background after marriage.
This did not mean she was merely a meek lady; her sister, Priscilla, still controlled most of Kul Tiras' trade. How could a mere mortal marry into Lordaeron as a queen? Stormwind Keep, given by Terenas to Varian and his mother as their residence, served as a temporary refuge. After driving back the orcs, they would return south to establish the Kingdom of Stormwind; for now, they were merely guests.
During this time, Varian was devoted to training, believing a king should possess formidable skills and a strong body. Life under someone else's roof was not easy; outwardly they seemed to thrive, yet they always faced mockery.
After all, northern kingdoms had always looked down on Stormwind, carrying a sense of superiority in their hearts. Those noblemen who could not survive in the northern kingdom had fled south to establish what was called the Stormwind Kingdom, earning them the label of country bumpkins among northern nobles. They were even humiliated by nearly being overrun by worgen, which was quite the laughable matter.
When Arthas arrived at the estate, Varian was not there; only Queen Talia was present.
"Your Highness," Queen Talia approached with her maid, her gaze calm, revealing no emotion. Even with someone present, it was impossible to discern her thoughts; her disguise was quite effective.
"You all may leave; I have matters to discuss with my aunt," Arthas waved his hand to send the guards and the maid away, understanding that some matters shouldn't be known to others. Talia frowned slightly but did not object. Once the maid exited, only she and Arthas remained in the living room.
She nervously swallowed, feeling a hint of excitement and expectation that she was not even aware of. "What do you need from me, Your Highness? I have already sent someone to notify Varian to return."
Her underlying meaning implied that Varian would be back soon; don't do anything foolish. However, Arthas suddenly lunged forward, embracing her and placing his hand on her backside, forcefully pulling her close, "Then let's hurry, aiming to finish before Varian returns. I didn't come to see him, I came for you, Talia. I miss you so much!"
"Ah, we shouldn't, Your Highness! No!" Talia tried to refuse as she was lifted onto the table, her beautiful legs raised, and her panties yanked down roughly. Just as she was about to resist, Arthas plunged his mouth onto her most intimate areas, licking greedily, bypassing her defenses and entering her tight passage.
Queen Talia covered her mouth, shaking her head, her struggles gradually weakening. The sensation from below, being taken for the first time by a man—the first man to lick her most intimate areas—was both handsome and powerful, and recently rumors had spread that Arthas was allied with dragons and had obliterated many orcs, being celebrated as a hero. Coupled with the thoughts of an older man pursuing a younger woman, along with dependence on each other, submitting to being defiled became more understandable.
Arthas only licked for a while; once Talia was moist enough, he positioned himself on top of her. Gazing at her alluring figure, the seductive demeanor, and her conflicting expressions of desire and refusal, the humiliation in her eyes, excited him even more.
The large member between his legs stood erect, forming a crescent-shaped arch, covered in blue veins, throbbing excitedly in the air, with clear fluids oozing from the tip.
Clearly overwhelmed by passion, it seemed like he would look for a warm, mature place to unleash his fierce desires at any second!
"Come help me in!"
Queen Talia, in a daze, reached out her small hand to guide him to her wet opening, her outer lips glistening with a coating of transparent fluid reflecting a white, lascivious sheen. The head pressed against her entrance, sliding up and down, wetting itself with her fluids, its egg-sized head appearing increasingly ferocious.
With gentle pressure at his waist, the head effortlessly parted her plump outer lips and entered her tight, warm chamber. The moist, slippery, snug feeling of her experienced womanhood was overwhelmingly intense for Arthas; it felt as though countless tiny hands were gripping his member tightly, a truly exquisite sensation. Especially with an experienced married woman who understood how to accommodate, the seductive ambiance in bed was something no young girl could compare to!
Wrapped in warm softness, their bodies rubbed together, creating heat; not just women, but even men felt immensely comfortable and fulfilled. The tingling sensation on the head struck his brain like an electric current, sending shivers down his scalp, and his waist instinctively moved quickly, striving for even more pleasure. Riding on the ample body of the experienced woman and laboring mightily!