There was a voluptuous woman taking a bath, rubbing his shoulders and back. What was there to refuse? At least Arthas was enjoying it.
"Aunt, I don't think the Alliance is concerned about the threat from the orcs at all."
"What is there to be concerned about those green-skinned monsters? Can one Stormwind Kingdom not block them? Can the entire Alliance not hold them off?"
Priscilla snorted dismissively, then pulled Arthas up, "Go get dressed, I want to take a bath."
"Um, do you want me to help you?" Arthas stood up to get a towel, presenting his well-endowed figure before Priscilla, a suppression of fourteen years' worth of desire was quite something.
After all, he was reborn with memories, and he couldn't simply be as desireless as a child when it came to women. Slap! Priscilla slapped Arthas on the buttocks, quite loudly, 'Go, trying to take advantage of your aunt!'
After saying this, she began to undress, revealing her ample and voluptuous figure. Her body looked very thick, yet didn't appear fat, giving off a plump vibe; such a woman is undoubtedly an amazing bed partner for men, lying atop her feels like lying on a soft mattress, being pressed by her is like being covered by a warm blanket. After finishing, holding her while sleeping would be delightful!
Not long after, just as Arthas lay down on the bed, Priscilla emerged from the bath wrapped in a towel. The white towel wrapped around her two ample breasts, her fair skin visible enough to catch Arthas's eye, just reaching her thighs; bending slightly would expose her full buttocks. No doubt, Arthas was aroused again; even though she was his aunt, and they shared similar blood, he couldn't suppress his erection.
"Aunt, if you keep going, you'll get someone in trouble!"
Priscilla was in a good mood, humming a tune from the seaside, and poured herself a glass of wine. "What do you want?"
Looking at his aunt lying on the bed, Arthas suddenly had a daring thought: why not make his aunt his woman? Her husband often didn't come home, and their relationship hadn't been well for quite some time, just a family marriage. Unless there were serious issues, it was generally each to their own, maintaining the family union while having fun.
'The Holy Light can keep one youthful!'
Pfft! Priscilla almost choked, 'Come on now, Archbishop Alonsus is already quite old, his mastery of the Holy Light must be profound, right? He looks just like an old man.' Humans generally believe in the Holy Light; it is indeed useful for healing diseases and calming the mind, and it can also be used for fighting.
Although not as powerful or diverse as magic, it is incredibly straightforward, easy to use and economical. But to say the Holy Light can extend life and retain youth? That's pure nonsense.
"Aunt, let me give you a massage to show you."
Arthas raised his hands to summon a ray of Holy Light, and without waiting for Priscilla to agree, he began to knead her shoulders. The Holy Light seeped into her flawless skin, relieving her muscle fatigue, and the cells basked in the Holy Light, emitting comfortable moans.
Priscilla's brows relaxed, as if her worries had lifted considerably, "Oh, that's quite effective. As for keeping youthful, aunt doesn't care. My dear, does aunt look old?"
'Of course not, aunt is very young and beautiful.' Seizing the opportunity, Arthas kissed Priscilla; he liked this sensual woman, a youth's vigorous lust matched perfectly with a mature woman's fiery desire. Moreover, his aunt controlled most of Kul Tiras's trade, making her a bona fide wealthy woman!
"I want to find a woman like my aunt to be my wife!"
'Hmph, you little rascal.' Priscilla opened her eyes, looking at her nephew with a complex expression after being kissed. In Kul Tiras, she was the leader of a trading business and a cunning merchant, wielding significant power, controlling the lives of her subordinates, who feared her greatly. Only when facing her relatives would she show a tender side.
"You and Jaina really suit each other; aunt is getting old! Keep it up, let aunt rest for a bit."
Priscilla had slept with Arthas before; even as he grew up, she would occasionally sleep with him, just as adults comfort children. And even if Arthas had lustful thoughts, he couldn't perform, being too young was not a good thing for him.
Although Priscilla's husband had his opinions on this, it was merely an elder comforting a junior, especially when the junior was a prince. Plus, their marital relationship wasn't great, so it was mostly overlooked.
Arthas diligently massaged from her shoulders down to her abdomen. The fleshy abdomen felt incredibly soft and elastic to the touch; his large hands stroked downwards, using the Holy Light for the massage, continuing down to her plump thighs.
Generally, voluptuous women have thicker thighs, but his aunt's thighs were very fit, with not an ounce of fat but plenty of softness and elasticity; her calves were long and slender, connecting to form a perfect shapely leg, exuding strength and visual beauty! Slightly raising his head, Arthas was stunned, his erection becoming pronounced, nearly tearing his trousers.
He saw his aunt's legs slightly apart, the white towel only reaching the top of her thighs. Due to the earlier massage, it had ridden up, revealing a void underneath! The dense pubic hair almost filled the space, and two pink folds of flesh revealed some clear fluid, seemingly aroused?
Arthas had never tasted a woman before his reincarnation; as a wage slave, he had no time for such matters. Even after being reborn, although there were maids attending to him, the heavy study load and his young body made him indifferent to these matters. If it weren't for awakening the system today, he might not have considered the idea of a harem; but now his hidden desires could be fully unleashed!
Looking at the sleeping face of his aunt, still showing a faint blush from drunkenness, and her gentle snores signaling she was sleeping, his internal desire intensified, and he promptly extinguished the light, took off his pants, revealing a well-built body, thanks to years of training.
His member had grown to a significant size, measuring 16 centimeters in length and about two fingers in width; it was impressive for a developing youth, leaving one to wonder how large it would become as he continued to grow!