"Woo...... Arthas wanted to push away the sorrow of the frost - how could the dignified Lich King, the prince of the kingdom of Lordaeron, be ...... by himself Weapons...... But unfortunately, Arthas is just a child now, and has no strength to resist, so he can only be crushed by the Frost Sorrow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Feeling the cold, tongue of Frost Sorrow swimming back and forth on his lips like a small snake, Arthas closed his lips tightly - if he could not resist the fate of being kissed/forced, he must at least keep ...... However, although Frost Sorrow has no practical experience in such matters, it is incomparably rich in theoretical experience, and Arthas's resistance is destined to be destroyed by power.

Frost's sad tongue licked Arthas's lips, and when he found that he couldn't get in, he freed up his hand and pinched Arthas's nose. Soon, Arthas succumbed to the simple but extremely effective method of the Little Magic Sword, and was forced to open his last line of defense.

However, Frost's sorrow at this time, as if he was deliberately playing tricks on his master, was not in a hurry, and continued to pinch Arthas's nose while grinding his lower lip with his teeth. As Arthas's face grew redder and his hands pushed harder, Frost's Grief let go of Arthas's nose.

Like a man in the water catching a plank, Arthas closed his eyes and heard heavy breathing in his nose. Frost Sorrow stopped biting his master's lips, and took the opportunity to pass the tender and delicate cold little tongue through Arthas's half-closed teeth, attacking the last line of defense that his master had held for a long time, and entangled with Arthas's tongue, which seemed to be smaller than Frost Sorrow's own tongue, slowly grinding and teasing/teasing.

Alsace had to admit that he was not resistant to such feelings. Gradually, Arthas gave up his resistance and devoted himself to a deep "exchange" with Frost Sorrow. Frostmourn sensed the change in her master, and in addition to holding the little boy tighter, she sucked Arthas's tongue out of his mouth and placed it between his teeth, grinding it finely, sometimes plucking the bottom of Arthas's tongue with the tip of his tongue.

Arthas felt that he was about to become intoxicated - is this what Frost Sorrow calls "shameful things"? Although Arthas had had a few episodes of time with Gianna in the original flow of time, the clumsy trick between the two young men and women had never made Arthas ever experience such a sweet feeling.

Strange to say, Arthas didn't know how Frostmourn's body was different from a human, but he had never seen this humanoid little magic sword go to the toilet or sweat. However, she often sheds tears, although she is always provoked to cry by herself.

As the kiss between him and Frost Sorrow became more intense, Frost Sorrow, who never secretes sweat, had a lot of saliva in his mouth. These cold liquids, as Arthas and Frost Sorrow touched, poured into the little prince's mouth. I don't know if this sweet liquid has an aphrodisiac effect, Arthas felt that one of his parts, maliciously modified by the little magic sword, has an unspeakable reaction - for a ten-year-old child, this is simply a shocking thing - but the existence of frost sorrow is enough to be selected as one of the top ten unsolved mysteries of Azeroth, isn't it?

Arthas didn't have time to care about whether somewhere in his own place would make others think of him as a monster. Some of the delirious little princes no longer supported Frost Sorrow's body with both hands, but wrapped one hand around the slender and soft waist of the little magic sword, and the other hand moved to Frost Sorrow's smooth back, through the thin blue skirt, feeling the skin as cold as the little tongue.

Just as the "lovers" who were indulging/obsessed with the kiss were exhaling in a hurry, teasing each other's tongues with the tip of their tongues, stirring in the sweet, cool saliva through the four intertwined lips, Frost's Grief suddenly pushed Arthas away, and his eyes turned vigilantly to the southeast—although it was still far away, the little magic sword had already discovered the enemy.

Arthas didn't react, and said in a somewhat intoxicated voice: "Xiaoshuang, your lips are so sweet!" The handsome face, still with the innocence of a child, almost made Wen Leisa, who was already a little weak, think that this was indeed an innocent teenager.

But...... Wen Leisa's gaze drifted to the long, crystalline silver and white silk thread that still connected Arthas and Frost's sad lips, and this filament made of saliva condensed fluttered in the air, but it was still strong/straight, as if to remind Wen Lesa that not long ago, between this pair of beautiful girls and Xiao Zhengtai, that fierce battle of mild/lewd/free/wandering/- these two people must have used their tongues! I don't know why, Wen Lesa was thinking about this at this time.

Frost Sorrow heard the words of his master, turned his head, smiled gently, and his crystal white fingertips gently picked up the silver thread, pulled it, and sent it into his mouth, sucking it gently. A small piece of the broken thread bounced back onto Arthas's lips, and the little prince licked it lightly—still so sweet. This kind of almost psychedelic thing made Arthas a little intoxicated, and he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, after the war in Nanhai Town was over, should he fulfill the promise of Frost's sorrow......? Aside from being counterintuitive, there's nothing wrong with that!

Despite always claiming to be a gentleman, Arthas fell under the charm of Frost's sorrow. Frost Sorrow smiled sweetly at the somewhat stunned master, and said, "Master, the group of red dragons is here. Seeing that Arthas still looked stupid, Frost Grief raised her voice and spoke again in front of her master.

Arthas reacted at this time, exclaimed, and felt very embarrassed to see that Mograine and Winlessa were both looking at him with strange expressions, and hurriedly pulled Frost Grief and fled quickly from the spiral ladder. Frost Sorrow hunched his waist and bent Alsace's low head, smiling and thinking - after kissing his master once, the master suddenly became intimate with Frost! It seems that in the future, Frost will have to take the initiative a little more!

Mograine and Winlessa looked at each other, followed by Arthas and Frostmourn, and hurried out of Drake's room door. Several people didn't pay attention, and after they left, the door slowly closed. In the room, Drake, who came back from the dead and became a death knight, sat on the bed boredly, pressed his cold and loose skin like a dead man again and again, and asked his sister Gianna, who was lying at the door and looked out for a long time, with some curiosity: "Gianna, what are you looking at?"

The little girl with blond hair and blue eyes hurriedly closed the door like a frightened fawn, put her hands behind her back, and replied with her head bowed as if she had done something wrong...... Brother Drake, didn't see anything......" Drake sighed, continuing to check his familiar and unfamiliar body.

Drake, who was more concerned about his physical condition, didn't notice his sister's abnormality. Gianna hung her head, and her lovely face was full of doubts—the lips of His Royal Highness Prince Alsace...... Thinking of the scene of the beautiful big black sister, holding His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas and nibbling and biting, the little girl couldn't help but lick her warm pink lips - huh? )