"Of course I love you, you little fool. I'm just unsure, and I don't want to ruin your life. Auntie promises you, but you should still marry Jaina. If you want Auntie, just come whenever you like; Auntie will spread her legs for you to fuck!"
After Lady Ashvane finished speaking, she took the initiative to lower herself, squelch! She took her nephew's cock into her body while letting out a moan of satisfaction. Being penetrated by her favorite man again—this feeling was simply amazing!
"Then let me fuck you. I'm going to fuck you, Priscilla, my wife!" Arthas began to thrust fiercely. His feelings for his aunt were purely driven by desire, mixed with some complicated emotions. There were elements of manipulation involved, but that didn't stop him from liking this mature woman; he wanted to fuck her, and he wanted her wealth as well.
Conversely, for Lady Ashvane, he was someone she had watched grow up since childhood—someone she had even nursed—fostering a closeness akin to that of a son. This sweetness endured, and it was clear that it brought her an increasingly illicit pleasure.
It was a culmination of an unhappy marriage and feelings accumulated over time; she did not believe Arthas was coveting anything of hers. Even a trade dynasty could not compare to the vast reserves of the House of Lordaeron; the mightiest human kingdom was not just an empty title.
When the young man met the mature woman, sparks flew instantly. The study echoed with rhythmic cries as Plasiri made no attempt to suppress herself, moaning to her heart's content. She perfectly displayed a mature woman's allure to her nephew, her voluptuous, ripe body bearing the brunt of Arthas's intense passion, cooperating with practiced ease.
The plump, fleshy body of the mature woman struggled to withstand Arthas's fierce bombardment, cooperating with practiced ease. Every time the boy thrust deep, she lifted her perky buttocks to let him penetrate further. At the same time, she squeezed her little hole tightly, the vaginal walls continuously pressing against his cock, making it impossible for Arthas to stop.
If members of the Ashvane family saw this, their jaws would surely drop in shock. Is this really the decisive Lady Ashvane? Is this the female devil who would hang disobedient employees from the mast at the slightest disagreement? None of those fit; where have they ever seen the Lady like this? This appearance is just a little too slutty!
"I'm going to cum!" Arthas sat in the chair, biting his aunt's large breasts; his cock was being squeezed until it was slightly deformed, and the intense urge to ejaculate was surging.
"Cum inside! Cum for me!" His aunt twisted her waist forcefully, the pleasure from having her nipples sucked bringing her to her own climax as well.
"Cum inside, shoot it all inside!"
"Ah!" Arthas grabbed the soft flesh of his aunt's waist and thrust upward with force, the veins on his neck bulging.
The semen that had just been produced and stored in his testicles accelerated through his urethra and, with a series of squelches, was fired like bullets into his aunt's body!
"Oh! Ah! You came inside! Ah! I can feel it! It feels so good!" Lady Ashvane leaned her head back, a light sheen of sweat appearing on her wheat-colored skin, her expression dazed.
She knew that ejaculating inside like this was very likely to cause pregnancy, but she didn't care—not one bit.
She had already fallen in love with her nephew, so what if she got pregnant by him? A man who could give a woman the chance at eternal life might not necessarily be perfect, but he certainly couldn't be all bad.
The numbing pleasure of ejaculation left Arthas collapsing onto the sofa, drained of strength, as he held his aunt's plump body and panted heavily.
His fingers traced over her shapely buttocks before grabbing a handful of her soft, delicate flesh, occasionally smacking her firm rear with a 'slap.'
"That felt amazing, Auntie; I love you!"
"I love you too, my little husband!" Lady Ashvane held her nephew Arthas tightly. Both her soul and body were doubly satisfied, and a mist of desire clouded her eyes.
She had longed for this moment for a long time—to have a passionate, uninhibited sexual encounter with a strong man and receive his comfort afterward.
Although being raped last time was also pleasurable, she couldn't moan or writhe to her heart's content, which always left her feeling a bit regretful.
She thought things would stay like that for a while, but she never expected that upon meeting again, her nephew would confess his love and proactively initiate another round. This happiness made her feel slightly dizzy.
"Wife, let's go again. I want you to have my children!" Arthas had been harboring a lingering uncertainty, fearing that all of this might just be a dream.
Even though the dream felt so real, a sense of uncertainty remained. That was precisely why he wanted to get her pregnant; what could provide a greater sense of belonging than witnessing the birth of one's own child into this world?
"Hmm, but we can't do it so frequently in the future. Your health comes first, and your aunt isn't going anywhere, so what are you afraid of?"
Lady Ashvane gently stroked Arthas's hair, her hips swaying softly. The tightening and relaxing of her vaginal walls squeezed his phallus, rekindling the lust that had been subsiding. An hour later, Arthas finally called Vashj in.
Upon entering, Vashj saw Lady Ashvane's flushed face, and the very air was thick with a lascivious scent.
"Your Highness certainly has a spirited nature; youth is truly wonderful," Vashj teased, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of a smile as she poked fun at her partner.
"It's alright. This is my aunt, Lady Ashvane, and also my spouse. From now on, do not attack her fleet. We need to designate a batch of magical items; as long as you can sense this specific aura, do not attack. As for those without this aura, show no mercy!"
Arthas produced a flag featuring a crude five-clawed golden dragon, which looked nothing like the dragons of Azeroth.
"Huh? Is this a Cloud Serpent from Pandaria?" Vashj, being well-informed, recognized the five-clawed golden dragon's appearance at a glance.
"Hmm, is there any way to allow ships to enter Pandaria on a large scale?" Arthas asked. The pandaren of Pandaria are very peace-loving; as long as one approaches with goodwill, establishing contact and trade with them is basically guaranteed.
Especially the Valley of the Four Winds in Pandaria, which possesses fertile land that allows crops to mature in a single day—it is practically a natural granary!
Vashj shook her head, "There is no way at this time. That continent is shrouded in mist, and large-scale entry is not realistic. Although I don't know how you learned about that continent, I must still warn you: that land hides unknown dangers!"