Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was a battle between real men, fist to flesh, without a hint of deception. They fought from afternoon until night. Arthas was drenched in sweat; his arms had been broken more times than he could count, only to be forced back into place and rapidly repaired. He had consumed nearly ten Life Essences to mend his wounds, but to his satisfaction, he was becoming increasingly proficient in combat.
He could even parry with one hand and find the weaknesses of the Orc challengers. Striking where they were vulnerable while avoiding their strengths, he delivered one-hit takedowns. Every Orc he laid low let out a continuous wail, which only served to provoke more Orcs to step forward.
Arthas lost track of how many challengers he had defeated. Each one was taken down with a single punch, devoid of any flashy techniques—only solid collisions and full-force strikes, moving on to the next as soon as one fell.
The surrounding surviving Orcs looked on in shock, for Arthas, acting alone and while carrying Draka, had defeated a hundred challengers! This was fifty more than the mission required!
The wailing Orcs were dragged away, leaving only Arthas gasping for air. With the hundred-plus-pound female Orc slung over his shoulder, he looked every bit like a tyrant who had forcibly seized another man's wife. Yet, somehow, someone started it—an Orc dropped to one knee and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Chieftain! Victory!"
"Chieftain! Victory!"
"Chieftain! Victory!"
Crack. Arthas cracked his neck and, after anchoring the space, opened a Portal.
"Azuka, you are responsible for leading the Frostwolf Clan's retreat. Transport the wounded and disabled first. Remember, the Portal will dissipate in one hour. Stop when the time is up and wait for my return."
"Yes, Master." Azuka's eyes were slightly moist as she watched him. Such a powerful man. To defeat a hundred Orc warriors single-handedly while carrying a female Orc—he was simply too handsome!
Arthas carried Draka with one arm and led Emeriss by the hand with the other. He turned to the old Orc whose eyes were covered with a black cloth and said, "Drek'Thar, you assist Azuka in handling the affairs here."
"Yes, Chieftain." Drek'Thar bowed respectfully to Arthas. He had already acknowledged Arthas's strength. Judging by the duels, this was not a man who used underhanded means; his upright fighting style proved he was not an evil person, but a powerful leader worth following.
The moment they entered the tent, Arthas cast a Soundproofing Spell and tossed Draka onto the ground. He pulled Emeriss into a tight embrace, covering her mouth with his own. Emeriss responded actively, opening her small mouth to allow the man to invade. Her sweet tongue was teased incessantly as they exchanged saliva.
A thick, masculine scent washed over her, making her feel lightheaded. Seeing Arthas display such divine might by pummeling the Orcs into the ground had left her somewhat wet; that intense aura of masculinity had put her in heat.
Lifting her slender, beautiful legs, Arthas thrust impatiently a few times. Amidst Emeriss's giggles, she reached out her jade-like hand to guide the man's meat rod, then slapped Arthas on the buttocks.
Squeltch!
Arthas took the opportunity to plunge inside, instantly enveloped by a surge of warmth. Feeling the tightness of his rod being wrapped by her narrow honey hole, combined with the adrenaline surge from the fight, he began to fuck her without any further foreplay. It was a chaotic rutting—no technique, only brute force thrusting. Each of Arthas's lunges grew more powerful than the last, as if he were venting the fires of desire within him.
This brute-force pounding made Emeriss exceptionally excited. She hugged the man tightly, secretly clenching her small hole to give both of them the most intense sensation. Since she was already wet, Arthas's violent thrusting caused no discomfort; instead, the wet slapping sounds echoed continuously throughout the tent. They stayed standing just like that, thrusting wildly.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
After ten minutes of standing sex, Emeriss had gone completely limp against Arthas. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and wave after wave of orgasms drained the strength from her body.
Thump! A large bed appeared out of thin air, filling the tent. Arthas pressed Emeriss onto the bed and tossed Draka up there as well. This was his trophy; he needed women to vent his lust and replenish his lost Life Essence!
Squelch!! Squelch!!
Her flat, toned belly would bulge with a visible lump every time his big cock went deep, the shape of his meat rod clearly discernible from the outside. Wherever the glans pushed, a lump appeared; when he pulled out, the belly sank back down, returning to its flat state. The extreme vaginal tightness combined with the visual impact gave Arthas an incredible sensation.
As the vagina gradually adjusted to the size of his big cock, the thrusting became smoother, and the pleasure came faster and more intensely. His mouth suddenly clamped onto her breasts, the sweet scent of body wash filling his mouth. This caused his cock to swell further, his thick tongue scraping her pink, delicate nipples. The sensation from his tongue made his cock expand even more, stretching Emeriss so much that her sweet little tongue poked out, looking as if she were being broken.
"Ah... ah... Husband... so good... ah... don't... ungh... don't... oh, it tickles... you're so good... Husband!"
Being held by a man who licked her breasts made Emeriss feel both proud and shy. Her love for Arthas grew even more intense, her blurred eyes carrying a hint of longing. Her slender waist writhed, matching the speed of Arthas's sprints. The rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh perfectly showcased their flawless synchronization.
"Oh... ah... it feels so good... huff... oh, mmm... ah..." Emeriss moaned passionately, her expression one of utter satisfaction. In return, Arthas thrust even more violently, making her quiver like a branch in the wind as her desire instantly climbed to its peak. Following the man's movements, she swayed her hips with abandon, her jade-like hands gripping Arthas's arms tightly. Her waist twisted in a silent understanding, gradually ascending to the pinnacle of lust.