Arthas didn't understand sexual techniques. He felt that completely withdrawing and penetrating again was quite pleasurable, so he continued with large movements, each time fully withdrawing then fully penetrating. Between emptiness, fulfillment, emptiness, fulfillment in alternating cycles, the stimulation nearly drove his aunt crazy. She had never experienced such intense sexual pleasure. Compared to Arthas, the pleasure from sex with her ex-husband was like comparing candlelight to sunlight.
Though Arthas's movements were monotonous and simple, each thrust was genuinely stimulating and pleasurable. The infinite pleasure generated by friction between flesh walls and member made his aunt feel her entire body go soft. Moreover, this energetic bull could tirelessly repeat such thrusting, getting faster and faster. As the bed's creaking frequency increased, Priscilla's hole clamped tighter, veins bulging on her neck as she held back moans while enjoying her nephew's violation - quite a challenge for her!
Huff huff! His aunt's panting grew louder. She could no longer suppress her cries, overwhelmed by long-missed pleasure. His glans hit her cervix each time and ground against it. Emptiness, fullness, emptiness, fullness - the cycle continued until completely filled. Her ten plump, sexy toes tensed with effort, jade hands gripping the sheets tightly as her hole grew tighter, even locking the thrusting member firmly in her lewd cunt.
Slap slap slap! In the prince's private bedroom, a mature, intellectual beauty who had fallen asleep drunk was being pressed down by a young man over twenty years her junior. The two shouldn't be together, yet they were copulating. The youth's face was flushed as he lifted the mature woman's plump, soft legs and thrust.
Feeling pleasure approaching again, Arthas didn't know how long he had been fucking. His aunt's hole had spasmed violently at least three times. He lowered his head to kiss his aunt's tightly closed lips, prying open her teeth, his tongue extending to entangle and suck with hers in passionate tongue kissing. "Coming... wife... Aunt... ah... shooting for you... Aunt!"
Nearing ejaculation, Arthas's movements were all long-stroke thrusting. At their joining point, semen and love juices were rubbed into sticky fluid, emitting a fishy, rank odor.
As pleasure at his glans intensified and accumulated pleasure reached its peak, Arthas grunted and forcefully thrust his member deepest, his glans pressing against what seemed like a small mouth sucking it. His aunt's vagina grew tighter like a volcano, vaginal muscles continuously squeezing his member as if to extract all his semen.
Arthas could no longer control himself. Streams of thick, semen shot into the mature woman's womb beneath him. His aunt's vagina also trembled while squeezing his member, her essence continuously washing over Arthas's glans as if giving reward.
After the morning session, Arthas remained for five full minutes before withdrawing his softened cock from his aunt. Seeing her swollen hole, he lovingly used Holy Light to heal her tender opening. The vaginal entrance couldn't close due to prolonged penetration, the tender flesh inside occasionally twitching as he watched his ejaculated semen flow from the pink walls. Beauty, sleep, creampie! Such a lewd scene made him erect again. Regardless, he pressed down again and began thrusting anew.
An hour later, Arthas appeared fully dressed in the council chamber. He would follow the paladin Uther to the military camp to learn battle formations while preparing for departure. The orc army had begun sailing north by ship - they needed to go south to Blackridge Hills to stop the orcs landing.
After Arthas left, Lady Ashvane lying in bed also opened her eyes, looking at the bite marks on her nipples still wet with saliva, covered in red handprints, her whole body sore from being thoroughly worked. She had never enjoyed such pleasure. Especially just now due to excessive excitement, Arthas's final thrusts were particularly fierce. Accidentally, his glans broke through the narrow gateway of her cervical opening, getting the larger half of his glans stuck at the opening. Already at his limit, he received unexpected pressure stimulation and could no longer control himself, directly ejaculating in her womb. The womb was one of women's most delicate organs. She never imagined that someday a man would thrust his glans into her womb to ejaculate. That never-before-experienced, never-even-imagined intense stimulation nearly stopped her heart. Only after Arthas finished ejaculating did her heart suddenly resume rapid beating. The unfinished climax surged again, two overlapping climaxes turning Priscilla's mind completely blank. After a long while, she escaped the afterglow of climax, gasping like a fish out of water!
"Naughty boy, shooting so much without restraint!" The Lady laughingly scolded, pulling covers over herself to continue sleeping. She was the queen's sister, a Lady, and Arthas's aunt - sleeping here was perfectly reasonable. She was too tired, having been worked for nearly an hour with all her strength consumed in climaxes. She needed to recover.
On the other side of the continent, a green-skinned orc nearly 2.2 meters tall carrying a massive long-handled iron hammer stood at the harbor gazing into the distance. Orgrim Doomhammer, Great Chieftain of the orcs, commanded nearly 500,000 orc troops - all the orc elite. To conquer this planet, the orcs had gambled everything in full assault. Failure meant no retreat.
Just looking at the orc chieftain's back created a sense of oppression. Among the muscle-brained orcs, Orgrim was one of the few possessing strategic vision and wisdom.
"Chieftain, the humans may have discovered our tracks. Attacking from the sea can't hide us from their scouts," Warlord Eitrigg said worriedly. As an orc who hadn't drunk Demon Blood, he retained reason and clarity. Only Fel Energy had still turned his skin green - he was stained.
Orgrim grinned malevolently, unconcerned. He looked up at the red dragons in the sky; those haughty creatures were now being ridden by lowly Orcs, serving as dragon riders!
"It's fine, let them find out. Heh heh, our allies will solve this problem." It was obvious that the destructive power of the dragons was an insurmountable problem for the humans, equivalent to nuclear weapons.