"Does it feel good?" Arthas stroked Sylvanas's pink skin. Her originally white skin had turned red all over due to the accelerated blood flow from sexual excitement. Her delicate body was bitten and covered in marks, red and swollen—she had been thoroughly played with!
"I don't know!" Sylvanas huffed, still not giving him a kind look. She had been raped; she had fallen asleep and woken up being fucked. No one would be in a good mood.
Looking at the tsundere queen who was saying one thing but feeling another, Arthas chuckled. Training her was quite interesting.
"Why were you sleeping here?"
Speaking of this, Sylvanas got angry. "The guest room was being cleaned, so I couldn't stay there for now. Vanessa went to sleep with Illucia and gave this place to me. You bastard, I won't let you get away with this, mmm!"
Having just spoken those harsh words, Sylvanas found her mouth blocked. Her small pink fists rained down on the man's body, yet he remained completely unmoved. Gradually, she softened, allowing Arthas to kiss her wantonly. She gritted her teeth, but her rosy little mouth was nearly kissed to the point of swelling!
After taking Sylvanas once more, Arthas drifted into a dream alongside the utterly exhausted elf. He didn't even pull his cock out, leaving it inserted. He let his thick length soak within Sylvanas's honey hole all night, perfectly linked together.
In the morning, Sylvanas gave Arthas a nudge. "Hurry up and get lost, Vereesa is coming!"
"How much longer until she gets here?" Arthas did not let go. As he woke, the meat rod inside her began to stir again.
"You beast! How are you—! Get out! She'll be here soon!" Sylvanas did not want her sister to see her in such a shameful state. She had previously claimed to loathe Arthas, only to end up in his bed the next moment; Vereesa would surely mock her for it.
Hearing this, Arthas gave a lewd laugh and flipped over to pin Sylvanas beneath him. "Then let's make this quick. I'm not leaving until I've come. Let Vereesa watch if she wants!"
He pressed Sylvanas down, lowering his head to kiss her red lips. Before she could recover her wits, his large tongue pried open her teeth. His large hands tightly gripped Sylvanas's slender waist, while one hand reached down to their junction, pressing against and kneading her clitoris. This was a universal sensitive spot for women, and it further stimulated her desire.
"Beast! How dare you!" Sylvanas would not yield easily. She pushed at Arthas repeatedly, even scratching him with her nails, but the man on top of her didn't flinch. Instead, he began to thrust again. The heat within her made her feel dizzy. Why was it starting again? Would this beast never stop?
"Hiss... ah... so tight... Sylvanas... you're so beautiful... I love you... give it to me one more time... please... let me have you again... we fucked so comfortably last night... just once more... if you keep this up... Vereesa really will see us... I don't care though... I want to tell everyone... that you're already shaped by me!" Arthas panted. When his cock pulled out, the honey hole sucked at it tightly, giving him the sensation of his glans being tugged. It wasn't just him feeling good; Sylvanas was also trembling with pleasure. When he thrust his half-withdrawn cock back in, the glans scraped against the rings of flesh inside her hole. Every movement sent a numbing wave of pleasure through him.
"Beast... ah... you... hurry up... don't you dare tell anyone... ah... beast..." Sylvanas was also suffering. Every time the glans hit the depths of her flower core, she felt filled to the brim, making it impossible to speak. She wanted to stop Arthas's thrusting, but the numbing pleasure seemed to drain the strength from her entire body. This was a feeling she wasn't used to, but it was comfortable—exceedingly so.
"I love you... Syva... I love you to death... I'm going to fuck you every day... ah... fuck you to death... your little hole is starting to... suck me in again... hiss... ah... fuck you... does it feel good... fuck you to death... for tempting me!" Arthas bucked excitedly. Sylvanas's honey hole grew wetter and wetter, and the thrusting of the meat rod produced lewd, wet splashing sounds. Every time he buried his rod to the hilt, Sylvanas would twitch, her beautiful eyes growing hazy. Seeing the beauty's intoxicated expression gave him the taboo pleasure of a brother-in-law taking his sister-in-law, along with the sense of achievement that came from conquering a legendary figure!
"No... impossible... beast... ah... hurry... ah... Vereesa is coming..." Sylvanas didn't moan, but instead kept drawing sharp breaths or panting heavily. The numbness within her was constantly battering her reason. She had no better option; her body was being fucked into bliss, and she could only passively endure it.
After five minutes of fucking, Sylvanas's breathing became rapid. Her two beautiful legs instinctively clamped around Arthas's waist, pulling him forcefully into her embrace. While being kissed, she sucked hard on Arthas's large tongue, her hands gripping him tightly as if she wanted to melt him into her!
After a few more thrusts, Sylvanas's vagina began to spasm in waves. Her legs, wrapped around Arthas's back, suddenly clamped tight. Sylvanas furrowed her brows as if she were about to die, and her tongue stopped moving. Immediately after, Arthas's meat rod felt as if it were being washed by a torrential current—a tingly, itchy sensation that made him want to spray.
Arthas didn't move, instead remaining still for nearly a minute. Sylvanas's orgasm slowly receded, her pretty face becoming incredibly flushed. Her gaze flickered as she looked at Arthas, and this time she didn't urge him to get off.
"Did that feel good?" Arthas teased with a smirk, gently kissing Sylvanas's cheek. "Sylvanas, I love you. Can I come inside?"
"Beast, just hurry up!" Sylvanas turned her face away, unwilling to admit she had lost her composure. In that moment just now, she felt as if her soul had taken flight; the feeling was simply wonderful. No wonder her mother's expression had been like that back then; now that she had tried it, she found it truly hard to quit!
The vagina is often the shortcut to a woman's heart. Visit it a few more times, and once it becomes familiar, the resistance fades. No matter how cold a woman is, the little hole below is always warm!