Arthas didn't understand any techniques of intercourse; he felt that pulling out entirely and then thrusting back in was exhilarating, so he kept going in and out vigorously.
Each time, he pulled out completely before burying himself back inside, alternating between emptiness and satisfaction, stimulating his aunt to the point of almost losing herself in pleasure. She had never experienced such intense sexual pleasure; compared to Arthas, the satisfaction from her ex-husband felt like the difference between candlelight and the sun.
Although Arthas's movements were monotonous and simple, each insertion and withdrawal was genuinely thrilling, creating an endless pleasure from the friction between flesh. His beautiful aunt felt her whole body go soft, and this energetic bull could endless repeat the motions without fatigue, the speed increasing, the creaking of the bed growing louder.
Priscilla's tightness gripped him even more, her neck bulging with veins, suppressing her moans while trying to enjoy her nephew's advances, a significant challenge for her!
Hah! Her breathing grew louder; she was already beyond control of her sounds, relishing the long-lost ecstasy as the tip hit her womb again and ground against it, the cycle of emptiness and fullness repeating until she was completely filled.
Her ten puffy, sexy toes tightened with force, her pale smooth hands gripped the sheets tightly, her entrance became tighter, even locking his member firmly in her moist depths.
Slap!
In the prince's private chamber, a mature and knowledgeable beauty, drunkenly asleep, was pinned beneath a young man, their ages differing by over twenty years. However, at this moment, the two who should never be together were entwined, with the young man flushed, thrusting between her beautiful, muscular legs.
The sensation of pleasure surged again for Arthas, though he had lost track of time, as his aunt's entrance contracted violently at least three times. He lowered his head and kissed her tightly closed lips, pried open her jaw, and his tongue entwined and sucked her tongue hotly, passionately kissing,
"Here it comes...my wife...aunt...ah...I'm cumming...aunt!"
As he approached climax, Arthas's movements turned into vigorous thrusting, mixing their fluids into a sticky mass that released a fishy scent where they connected. As the pleasure on his tip intensified to the peak, he groaned deeply, thrusting deeply inside, the tip seemingly sucked by a little mouth.
His aunt's vagina tightened more and more, like a volcano, continuously squeezing his shaft, as if trying to extract every drop of semen. Arthas could no longer control himself and thick hot semen shot into this mature woman's womb.
His aunt's vagina trembled, squeezing his shaft, continuously washing over his tip, seemingly giving back in pleasure.
After their passionate morning session ended, Arthas lingered for a full five minutes before pulling his softened member out from his aunt's body. Looking at her swollen entrance, he gently used holy light to heal her tender hole, as the vagina could still only partially close from prolonged penetration, the soft flesh occasionally twitching, watching as his semen flowed out from the pink flesh.
Beauty, sleep, and climax! Such a lewd sight made him hard again, and without hesitation, he pressed back in, resuming the rhythm.
An hour later, Arthas appeared in the council hall, dressed and ready to follow Paladin Uther to the military camp to learn about troop arrangements and prepare to depart. The orc army had started moving north by ship; they needed to go to the southern Blade's Edge Mountains to stop the landing orc forces.
After Arthas left, Duchess Ashvane, lying on the bed, opened her eyes, noticing the bite marks on her nipples, still glistening with saliva and marked with red handprints, feeling her whole body slightly sore. She had never enjoyed such pleasure before.
Especially since Arthas had thrust particularly hard during the last few rounds, unbeknownst to her, his tip broke through the narrow inner entrance of her womb, trapping most of his tip there. Reaching the limit, he experienced unexpected stimulation, losing control as he shot his semen directly into her womb.
The uterus is one of the most delicate organs in women; she never imagined that one day she would have a man's tip penetrate into her womb. The intense stimulation that she had never experienced before, nor even thought about, made her heart almost stop until Arthas finished releasing his semen.
Her heart then raced at full speed again; the climax that hadn't ended rushed back, two overlapping peaks bringing Priscilla to a state of blankness. It took her a while to shake off the aftershocks of climax; she felt like a dehydrated fish, gasping for breath!
"You little brat, you've shot so much, don't you know moderation?" The Duchess chuckled, cursing lightly, covering herself with a sheet and going back to sleep. She was the queen's sister, a duchess, and Arthas's aunt, sleeping here was entirely reasonable. She was so tired, having been intimate for nearly an hour, her strength exhausted in climax; she needed to recover.
On the other side of the continent, a towering green-skinned orc with a massive war hammer stood at the port, gazing into the distance. Orgrim Doomhammer, the chieftain of the orc clan, commanded nearly half a million orc soldiers; this was the entirety of the orcs' elite.
To conquer this planet, the orcs were gambling everything on this all-out assault; failure meant no retreat. Just watching the orc chieftain's silhouette brought a sense of oppression, and amidst the muscle-bound orcs, Orgrim was one of the few with strategic vision and wisdom.
"Chieftain, humans may have discovered our presence; we cannot hide our movements from their scouts attacking from the sea," the commander, Eitrigg, said with concern.
As an orc who hadn't drunk demonic blood, he still retained some rationality and clarity. However, the fel energy had still turned his skin green, a form of permanent dyeing. Orgrim smirked nonchalantly, gazing at the red dragon in the sky, those arrogant red dragons were now being ridden by the lowly orc, acting as dragon riders!
"It doesn't matter, let them discover us; haha, our forces will handle this problem." Clearly, the dragons' lethality was something humanity could not contend with, akin to nuclear weapons.