"Aunt, come here, I have something to tell you." Arthas was a bit impatient. Two thousand units of Life Essence—he would probably have to work himself to death having sex with his mates to collect them. Otherwise, he couldn't possibly gather them within the time limit. Plus, continuous use of Life Essence consumed quantity, so he had to switch mates frequently.
"You brat, your mother is still here! Ah! Gently!" Lady Ashvan had just finished speaking when she was picked up by Arthas and carried into the room. She was resistant at first, but after he forced his way in, she stopped speaking.
"Gently... you little beast... ah... gently... it's too deep... you'll break me..."
"Ah... brat... I told you... not so deep... you'll hit the... baby... ah... gently... mmm!"
This time, Arthas was mindful of his aunt's pregnancy, so he finished quickly without going too deep, only inserting his cock two-thirds of the way. After thrusting for ten minutes, in a surge of excitement, he shuddered, and all his semen sprayed into his aunt's body.
"Ah!" Lady Ashvan leaned weakly against the wall. Having been done like that for ten minutes, her legs felt a bit soft. Feeling the warmth in her lower abdomen, she knew her nephew-husband had come inside her again!
After Arthas came out, he hugged and kissed his mother again. "Mom, I'm heading back."
"Mm, be careful on the road." Queen Lianne's heart was racing. Hearing the sounds of her sister being fucked, she had become a bit wet. Although it didn't last long, she could tell from her sister's words that her son was being considerate of her; otherwise, thirty minutes wouldn't have been a problem.
Arthas gave the order to his financial manager to collect the materials and simultaneously handed the weapons obtained from Blackrock Spire to Omiya. These weapons were finely crafted and enchanted with corresponding runes to increase their power. Selling these weapons to other races in exchange for local specialties would make it easier for locals to mine certain items. Transporting and flipping them back and forth would earn a profit from the price difference.
After handing the resources to Omiya for her to manage the business, Arthas teleported to Newborn Territory.
Lireesa had just seen her son off. Recently, her son had been leading their kin in performances, earning a significant amount in performance fees every time. After experiencing life and death, he viewed glory quite indifferently.
Returning to her room, she used a towel to wipe her paralyzed husband's body. The moonlight fell on her snow-white silver hair, reflecting a proud and desolate beauty. Thinking of the days to come, Lireesa let out a sigh, feeling a bit of heartache and helplessness, but also a faint trace of longing.
Arthas pushed the door open and entered. He saw Lireesa wearing a long dress, her bending posture pulling her two butt cheeks tight, outlining a sexy and seductive curve. "Why the sigh? Are you lonely? I've come to keep you company. I have to go back later; I made time just to see you!"
"Ah! Why are you here!" A flash of joy appeared in Lireesa's eyes. The moment she saw Arthas, her heart was actually happy. She just forced herself not to let him notice; if he did, it might make this beastly Arthas even more emboldened.
"I missed you!" Arthas lifted Lireesa's long dress and felt the mature elf's buttocks. They were firm and smooth—the large ass of a mature woman felt entirely different!
Seeing Arthas's expression, Lireesa knew exactly what he wanted. Had he teleported back from so far away just to do this sort of thing with her? For a moment, she felt a sense of absurdity, followed by a surge of pride. Being able to make a young human so obsessed with her filled her with a sense of accomplishment. A woman beautifies herself for the one who admires her; being able to make a man so crazy for her at her age was a triumph no woman could refuse.
"Not here, let's go next door." Lireesa didn't want to be penetrated in front of her husband; it made her feel immensely ashamed!
"I'm going to fuck you right here!" Arthas's voice was husky. He craved having sex with Lireesa! And doing it right in front of her husband! Lireesa's husband had no sensation—no, perhaps he could hear, but he had no reaction; he was a vegetable.
"No! Ah!" Lireesa let out a mournful cry. As she tried to struggle, Arthas had already knocked and entered. The feeling of her meat-tunnel being stretched to its limit from a slit made her scream. She couldn't help but tilt her head back, her entire body tensing, her vagina throbbing incessantly—secreting more juices to protect against tearing while simultaneously squeezing and sucking the meat-rod, trying to push this uninvited guest out.
"Hiss! Wife, you're so tight! Just like Alleria! Have you really given birth before?" Arthas bit Lireesa's earlobe, grabbing her full, perky breasts from behind and kneading them through her clothes. His lower body began to thrust, in and out at a steady pace, letting her vagina better adapt to his insertion.
"Wooo, don't say it... wooo..." Lireesa shook her head. Being penetrated by another man in front of her husband made her especially bashful; it was a type of shame, a betrayal of love! But her body honestly fed back the pleasure of sex, so wonderful that she began to sink into it.
Lireesa felt as if a passage had been opened deep within her flowery path. Waves of tingling pleasure, like tiny electrical currents, surged from the depths of her honey-hole, traveling along her nerves and spine to her brain, which was beginning to feel blurry and oxygen-deprived. Her eyes were glazed, and the spring fever between her brows turned into a pool of spring water between her legs, lubricating the thick, tight vaginal flesh with juices. Her curvaceous body seemed carved from a single piece of mutton-fat jade, her fair skin covered in a layer of fragrant sweat that emitted a thick aroma, glowing with a pink luster due to her arousal.
Slap, slap, slap! Arthas made Lireesa lie on the bed, looking at her husband. The already aroused Lireesa lay there obediently, allowing Arthas to thrust and fuck her, offering no resistance whatsoever. Because it felt too good, she even actively moved her thick buttocks back and forth, sliding over her son-in-law's thick meat-rod. She allowed this rod, belonging to someone only in his teens, to stab deeper into her thick, wet, mature pussy. Her two large, full, smooth breast-globes were already covered in sweat, shaking continuously with the tremors of her body, creating waves of white flesh in the air. The two red tips on her chest were like fresh, dripping cherries—hard yet elastic!