--- CHAPTER 26: (R18) The Price of a Soul (Is My 'Terrible Burden') ---
"I'll take a break and then start. This will cost me my life. If I were stronger, I wouldn't have to waste my life."
Oh, I am so good at this—pure theatrical genius. "Cost me my life..." Right, like it costs me anything beyond half my mana bar and a measly hour-long cooldown on the spell. The 'terrible burden' of being this awesome is... well, not a burden at all; it's a goddamn perk. But she doesn't need to know that, does she? No, this is 'negotiation' at its finest, a masterclass in manipulation. Back on Earth, I'd jerk off to pics of Alleria in those old Warcraft games and fan art—those endlessly long elf legs that could wrap around you twice, that fierce ranger stare that screamed 'challenge me,' her sisters Sylvanas with that dark, brooding edge that made her irresistible, and Vereesa's cute, innocent vibe that hid a firecracker. reincarnated here in this fantasy world as Arthas fucking Menethil, and now? Now I'm about to go absolutely wild on the real deal, fuck Alleria senseless, take her virginity in the most feral, pounding way possible. Primal lust mode: fully engaged, my cock already throbbing like a war drum for that tight elf pussy. She's gonna pay up with her body, and I'll make sure she's hooked, addicted to every thrust.
After Arthas finished speaking, he closed his eyes and pretended to pray, his face a mask of solemn concentration. He doesn't believe in the Holy Light at all, nor does he believe in the six cosmic forces that supposedly govern everything. No, he believes in the system—the cheat code that dropped him here with powers beyond imagination—and in himself, his cunning mind that's about to turn this resurrection into the scam of the century.
Hearing what Arthas said, Alleria felt even more guilty, the weight pressing on her chest like a boulder. Light, how can I ask this of him? A human's life span is so short, barely a century, and here he is, offering to shave years off his own for my brother. If it were a high-level elf like me, with millennia ahead, a little life span lost wouldn't matter—we elves endure for thousands of years, our vitality a gift. But humans... they flicker like candles, every year precious. And yet, he's willing? For Lirath, for me? The guilt twists in my gut, but the hope... the hope of seeing my brother breathe again, it's overwhelming. I can't let this chance slip; I'll repay him somehow, no matter the cost.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. You've given everything for the Alliance, and as a member of the Alliance, I should help you. Go and arrange for a priest to treat your brother first. He will be weak after just being resurrected."
Arthas shook his head dismissively, but inside, his heart was filled with joy, a wicked grin suppressed behind his stoic facade. To him, resurrecting Lirath is only a matter of one skill, a button press in his system interface—definitely a sure win, no risk at all. As for the loss of life? Pure deception, a lie so smooth it could slide through oiled fingers. This elf ranger, with her heroic status and that body sculpted by centuries of battle, is about to fall right into my trap. I'll make her 'pay' with every inch of her virginity, pound her until she's a moaning mess, then heal her up with holy magic and go again, cycle after cycle. She's gonna be hopelessly addicted to me, craving my cock like air.
Alleria bit her lip hard, the coppery taste of blood faint on her tongue. She doesn't dislike Arthas—not really; there's a grudging respect for the young prince's bravery. But she couldn't say she likes him either, not in that way. Still, the gratitude swells in her chest for what he's about to do for her brother, a debt she'll carry forever.
Arthas sat quietly and said to his adjutant, "Falric, thank you for your hard work. Please help me keep watch."
A ray of holy light fell from his palm, and Falric's fatigue seemed to be relieved a lot, the man's eyes widening in awe.
"Your command is my will, Your Highness."
This is the advantage of being a prince—there will always be some loyal followers like Falric, ready to guard the door while I scheme. Sometimes when watching the original story of Arthas killing his father, I actually wondered whether it was right or wrong. Even if he was being manipulated by the Lich King, it was an indelible black mark on his soul. Moreover, facing an enemy beyond his ability to deal with—like the Scourge—it isn't shameful to lose. The cursed cult, the dreadlords, the undead scourge... they weren't something the original Arthas could handle alone. In addition, his girlfriend Jaina left him, and Uther, his mentor, abandoned him too, which indirectly accelerated Arthas's fall into darkness. But me? I'm different—I've got the system, foreknowledge, and no moral hang-ups. I'll rewrite it all.
Even though Arthas's soul has been replaced by my own from Earth, he probably wouldn't have made a better choice if he was faced with a situation like Stratholme in the original timeline. A town with a population of over 200,000 people had almost completely been infected with the plague, turning into undead any moment. At that point, killing or not killing is no longer a simple moral problem—it's survival. As a paladin, wouldn't Uther know how to solve it? He just doesn't want to bear the infamy of slaughtering civilians, the coward.
"What would I do if I were in Stratholme?"
Arthas couldn't help but think about it deeply, scenarios playing out in his mind like a strategy game, but soon he shook his head and dismissed it. "We'll talk about it when the time comes—focus on the now, on Alleria's debt."
There was a rustle of hurried footsteps approaching the tent. Alleria came in with a fresh scent of forest and wind, her emerald green cape wrapped tightly around her graceful, athletic figure, her pretty face showing a hint of unnaturalness and nervousness, cheeks flushed slightly.
Here she comes—the prize. Time to lay the trap thicker. Arthas hugged Alleria suddenly, pulling her close, and kissed her red lips with his big mouth, devouring her. Because of his current height—still a teen—he had to raise up on his toes and pull Alleria down slightly to kiss her fully. Development, damn it—growth spurts are still necessary; I want to tower over her, dominate her physically. But for now, this works.
"Hmm!"
Alleria instinctively wanted to push Arthas away, her hands pressing against his chest, but she quickly came to her senses, remembering the debt. She put her hands in the air, not knowing for a moment whether she should hug the man or push him away, conflict raging. Light, this is wrong—but for Lirath? I'll endure.
"Give it to me, Alleria. I can't help myself—your beauty, your strength, it's driving me mad."
Arthas hurriedly pushed Alleria onto the blanket spread on the ground. She didn't even resist, as if she was being played by him like a puppet, her body limp in resignation. He didn't care about talking about feelings or the slow development of romance like some courtly fool. No, he would just have fun first if he had the chance—pound her now, make her crave more later!
Gulp! Alleria swallowed her saliva nervously. She had no making sexual experience, she had only heard of it but had never done it, whispers from other rangers or camp tales. This action of swallowing saliva was actually a sign of making sexual excitement building against her will, her body betraying her mind.
"Oh... be gentle... I can do it myself..."
With the idea of repaying her gratitude fully, Alleria took off her few armors piece by piece. The ranger's outfit was mainly light, leather and cloth for mobility, so that she could maximize her flexibility in battle. Her slender snow neck was very eye-catching, graceful like a swan's, and her breasts were more upright, full and perky. Her bright and charming face was very beautiful, her almond eyes were watery and smart, her eyebrows were long and arched, her forehead was bright and smooth, and her golden hair was coiled on the blanket like a halo. Below was a well-toned tummy, flat with defined abdominal muscles, showing a very well-toned charm from years of archery and scouting. Below her waist was a protruding pelvis, which made her hips look even fuller, curvaceous. The white and slender legs are slowly separated, revealing the golden pubic hair forest in the middle, trimmed neatly. The inverted triangle of pubic hair is very well groomed, and looks beautiful with a hint of lustful temptation, glistening slightly!
"Alleria, you are so beautiful—every inch a fantasy come true!"
Arthas praised sincerely that he liked this female elf very much. Not only because of her bravery and beauty, but also because she had two beautiful sisters—Sylvanas and Vereesa, a trio waiting to be claimed. Mother-daughter relationships are exciting, but three sisters are definitely rare, a collector's dream. I'll have them all eventually, but first—her.
"Um... ah... be gentle... I'm afraid... this is my first time."
Alleria was a little scared, her voice trembling. A woman would definitely be hesitant when facing such a thing for the first time, vulnerability exposed. Especially when facing a man she didn't like, she felt forced, coerced by gratitude.
"Ah!"
Alleria covered her mouth suddenly, not letting herself scream out because it was too good, too intense. Arthas took her pink abalone in his mouth, her pussy lips were extremely pink and delicate, and his big tongue licked the pink pussy opening ravenously, and the tip of his tongue squeezed in from time to time, probing deeper. From time to time, he squeezed the sensitive point of the clitoris with his lips, making Alleria tense up with pleasure, her body arching. Fuck, Alleria... this elf pussy tastes so delicious—sweet and forbidden, like my wildest fantasies from Earth... I'm lapping it up, going crazy eating you out, tongue-fucking you until you beg!
"I love you, Alleria, and I will take responsibility—make you mine forever!"
Arthas raised his head and licked his lips glistening with her juices. It turned out that the elf's pussy juice was similar to that of humans, tangy and addictive. He spread her strong and slender legs apart wider, stroking her fair legs with his big hands. They were silky and full of elasticity, muscles flexing under his touch! "Spread wide, Alleria... fuck, these legs are killer—I'm gonna ram my dick in that virgin elf cunt now... it's gonna feel so good claiming you, breaking you in!"