Gently placed on the bed, took off the still snow-white little boots for her, and then kicked off his own shoes, and fell beside Frost Sorrow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't say it, master...... I'm ashamed!"

Frost Sorrow couldn't help but cover her cheeks, but the blush spread all the way to her neck, especially in the light of the long blue dress with a wide open neckline.

When Arthas saw Frost's sorrow like this, he thought of teasing her.

Gently grabbing Frostmourn's hand and grabbing her cold fingertips, Arthas took Frostmourn's hand and slowly slid towards the center of the sheet beneath him.

"Xiaoshuang, let's touch it, it's really still wet here!"

Arthas said with a smile.

"Hmmm......"

Frost Grief hummed in a long voice, too shy to open his eyes.

Of course, the little magic sword knew why the sheets here were wet, because he and his master were here just now, before the jousting between Arthas and Tyran Fordin......

What happened at that time, Frost Grief was too sad and ashamed to think about it, but now, the master has to ...... with himself again

Just as Frost's sad heart was in turmoil, Arthas had already gently removed the blue dress on the little magic sword's body.

Of course, Frost Sorrow has its own spell to make clothes disappear.

But first, Arthas knew that she was more resistant to what she was about to do, and secondly...... It is also a pleasure to take off the clothes of frost sorrow in person.

When the silky and thin fabric is removed by his own hands, and the silkier and snow-white ice skin is revealed in front of him, Arthas always has an inexplicable sense of achievement.

This woman belongs to herself, only to herself.

"The host...... Don't ......"

Frost Sorrow's eyes were still tightly closed, and there was a muffled resistance coming out of her mouth, but at this moment, nothing could stop Arthas.

Even if his father is still waiting for him in the stands, even if there are still many government affairs waiting for him to attend to the royal palace in Lordaeron......

Even if Arthas is now told that the Burning Legion has launched an attack on the world of Azeroth, Arthas doesn't know if his mind can handle such a thing.

Because of the sorrow of frost, even if I have seen it countless times, I have felt it countless times, and this perfect carcass shocked Arthas's heart, but it was the same as it was at the beginning.

Although he was on the horse farm, looking at Frost's sad smile, all Arthas thought about was to take her to this bed at once, and do whatever he wanted, even throwing his horse "Invincible" on the horse farm.

But now, Alsace has changed his mind.

How can you swallow such a delicacy? I don't taste it carefully, but I'm sorry for the painstaking effort before the sorrow of the frost!

Stretching out his fingers, he gently grabbed the frost sorrow and revealed it in the air, the two clumps of double/peak peaks that were still plump even if they lay down, the two blooming buds, Arthas's fingers rubbed each other, feeling the familiar feeling.

Although they have been played with countless times, these two little "cherries" are always waiting to be released, and only when they let the frost sorrow experience the joy of the top, they will completely bulge out of their hiding place and swell.

"Xiaoshuang, is it getting bigger here again?"

Arthas let go of the two "buds" that were still waiting to bloom, and held the plump/full/round/moist flesh/mound under the "buds".

Although his hands are big, the place where Frost Grief seems to be forever bigger than his own tiger's mouth.

"I didn't ...... There is no ......"

Frost Grief murmured in a low voice, her body writhing restlessly, and her two slender and strong thighs were tightly entangled.

"Xiaoshuang, I'm going to start?"

Arthas pinched Frost's sad face with one hand, and with the other he circled around the shallow navel of her flat abdomen.

Feeling the supple skin here, Arthas's hand went down again, gently stroked the fine hairs at the bottom of Frost's sad lower abdomen, and then said with a smile.

"Don't ...... Please, master...... Underneath, it's still swollen underneath......"

Frost Writhing her delicate body in dismay, her hands removed from her cheeks, and tried to reach for Arthas's hand, trying to stop his recklessness on herself.

"Really?"

Arthas stopped his movements, looking at Frost's sad little face in confusion.

"Really, don't believe it, Xiaoshuang shows it to the master!"

Frost Sorrow sat up aggrievedly, and then tried to spread his legs so that Arthas could take a good look at the hollow valley "Yulan" inside.

"But...... Xiaoshuang, I've become like this here, what should I do?"

It is not necessary to prove that Frost Sorrow is the reason why Frost Sorrow repeatedly rejects him.

However, when Arthas lowered his head and saw the towering of his shirt/crotch/part like a mage's tower, he could only show a helpless look on his face.

The Red Dragon Queen's original intention for Arthas's body transformation was only so that he and Frost Sorrow could enjoy the "life" between husband and wife.

This transformation was undoubtedly successful in terms of results, and although it took a long year of waiting, Frost Grief finally became one with its owner.

Of course, Arthas also fully appreciated the beauty and comfort of the lingering sorrow with the frost.

The depth of the relationship between Arthas and Frost Sorrow is naturally undeniable, and Frost Sorrow is more possessive/hopeful than ever for Arthas.

So, after Arthas's body was able to withstand the low temperature brought about by the frost sorrow, Little Magic Sword and his master sang almost every night, and even sometimes, the two of them would be unable to help themselves during the day, and nest in Arthas's bedroom, until King Terenus sent a guard to summon Arthas to his study to deal with government affairs.

Arthas was a little reserved at first, but Frostmourn's flawless body was so tempting that no matter how many times he experienced it, Arthas was as greedy as a child.

But......

Although it was Frost Grief who drove all this at first, Little Demon Sword soon found that he was a little unbearable.

Arthas's body, which had been fully impregnated with the essence of the red dragon, was far beyond the limits of what a human could have.

In other words, Arthas is a dragon in human form, both in terms of the number of exalts and the duration of the exaltation.

Unlike the pitiful "Six Seconds" at the beginning, when Arthas was completely obsessed with the sorrow of Frost, he was no longer the little prince who would be defeated by the little magic sword just by provoking his lips and tongue.

Asking for it almost non-stop day and night, so that Frost's sad body will soon be overwhelmed, like now......

In fact, just before the final with Tyran Ferdin, Arthas and Frostmourn were in this room, right on this bed/, and the "battle" lasted far longer than the two rounds between Arthas and Tyran Ferdin, and Frostmourn still had some wet sheets under him, which was proof of this "big fight".

But just two rounds later, Arthas once again couldn't hold back the urge in his heart, and dragged Frost Sorrow back, eager to make out with her.

How could this make Frost Grief bear, as she said, she was still swollen underneath!

Little Demon Sword didn't know why her body had become like this, she originally thought that her body was far beyond mortals, but now it seems that ......

At least the valley between her legs, which attracted Arthas and made him unable to extricate himself, was not much better than that of a mortal woman.

"But...... But ......"

Frostgrief looked a little fearfully between Arthas's legs and swallowed with difficulty.

――Don't get me wrong, this is not Frost's sad "gluttony", but simply a dry mouth due to nervousness.

"But master