"Bang", "Bang", two soft sounds, not only in Alsace's bedroom, but also in the corridor outside the bedroom, can be heard clearly.

The first sound is the sound of Arthas's crotch/bone hitting the frost's sad plump/full buttocks/body, the second sound...... It was the sound of the two heavy breasts hanging under the body hitting the bed board after the little magic sword was hit from behind him.

"Woo...... The owner is a badass...... I said I didn't want it......"

Frost Sorrow babbles softly/moans as she accuses Arthas of "atrocities".

However, Arthas didn't care about the little magic sword's words, his hands caressed back and forth on Frost Sorrow's perfect body, from the little magic sword's upright breasts/tips, to her plump buttocks/and smooth lower abdomen - only then did Arthas understand what it meant to be in love.

Not to mention the more extreme pleasure/sensation that came from his lower body-even though six years had passed, the tightness/tightness and smoothness/smoothness brought by Frost Sorrow's body to Arthas had never diminished in the slightest.

This is also the reason why Arthas is fond of single-mindedness - he is surrounded by beautiful women of all kinds - the High Elves have always been known for their flawless appearance, not to mention the three Windranger sisters are also the best of them; Gianna, as Alsace's first love in the original flow of time, is still unforgettable for him; The gentle little maid Taresa had lived in the palace of Lordaeron for many years, and her once slightly wheat-colored skin had long since become milk-white, and her freckled face was even more attractive to the children of the nobility; Commodore Anne? Bonn. Even the self-proclaimed perfect Frost Sorrow is a little jealous - even the Red Dragon Queen, who is not very good at using her brain, is a beautiful woman who is not inferior to the Little Demon Sword just by looking at her appearance.

It's not that Arthas doesn't know how much Winlessa and Gianna have for him. It's not that you can't see Annie? The look on Bonn's brow as he peeked at him - but he was happy with the present state - he already had frost sorrow, whether it was the attachment of the little magic sword to him, or her body, which fascinated Arthas, and he never thought about what had happened to the other women.

However, Arthas's affection is bitter for Frost's sorrow - the single-mindedness of emotions naturally makes the little magic sword have to face the sexuality/desire that his master always exuberants all the time - for example, now, the sorrow of Frost, which has been tarted/cut by Alsace all night in a row, is really a little unbearable.

In front of the hard and fiery Benqi of Alsace. Frostmourn is always quick to lose, and this time was no exception - not long before Arthas began to shrug his waist, Frostmourn's supporting hands were already leaning limply against the bed. Her pink lips were slightly open, opening and closing, her dark black eyes became blurred, and large patches of peach/color crimson appeared on her fair skin—high/tide. It's almost there.

Although Frost Sorrow is always a little resistant to intercourse with his master. Although she was still saying that she was in pain underneath just now, at the same time as the stinging, the tingling and slightly itchy feeling made the little magic sword couldn't help but react to the impact of her master.

Although his hands and feet were a little sore, Frost Sorrow's slender and boneless waist slowly swayed with the frequency of Arthas's shrugging/movement.

"Hmm...... Slow down......"

With a soft cry for mercy, Frost Sorrow involuntarily swayed back and forth—a movement that deepened Arthas's fiery and hard sprint. The little magic sword has a feeling that even his own stomach is going to be pierced.

Finally, as Frost Sorrow forcefully parted his legs. Pushing his plump buttocks back hard - Arthas was able to penetrate deeper than ever before as he twitched inside the little magic sword, and he felt as if something was stuck at the end of his lower body - what was it?

The feeling of oppression coming from all sides made Arthas feel as if he was in some kind of quagmire, and it was difficult to even move; Frost's sad body began to spasm slightly, her slender waist trembling slightly, and if you switch the perspective downward, you can see a round bulge on her smooth lower abdomen, and I don't know when there is a round bulge - what is going on?

"Yikes!"

A feeble moan/groan came from Frost's sad throat, and a sweet ambiguous/ambiguous atmosphere filled the bedroom; Little Magic Sword's hands clenched tightly on the bed board in front of him, and two slight cracking sounds sounded - the mahogany bed board could not withstand the force that could match that of the dragon, and a few fingerprints were scratched - if it weren't for Frost Grief's fear of hurting his master, and still trying to control the strength, the entire bed board might have been scratched.

"Little Frost...... You're so weird today! ”

Arthas stopped his movements, gently stroking Frost's sad back, a little teasing, but also a little really puzzled - usually, no matter how hard he "worked", the little magic sword would not have such a reaction? What's going on today?

"Woo, don't say it...... It's a shame ......."

Frostgrief felt ashamed, and she moved her body to move away from Arthas, but she couldn't, so she could only continue to hang on to Arthas's still strong/stiff bunch.

"How can it be embarrassing, Xiaoshuang is my fiancée, isn't it ...... to do such a thing Hey? What is it? ”

Arthas thought Frostmourn meant the shame of having sex with him, but he soon realized that it wasn't the case at all - he felt some cold liquid running down his legs.

Arthas reached out and wiped a handful of his body where Frost Sorrow's plump buttocks were tightly connected, and then put it in front of him to look at it, feeling even more puzzled - he touched a wet hand that he didn't know what it was, sticky, and leaned in front of him to smell it, as if it still had an inexplicable fragrance—just like the sweet liquid secreted from Frost Sorrow's wound when he kissed it.

When he noticed this, Arthas realized that his lower body, which was connected to Frost Sorrow, seemed to be flooded - he didn't know when, his pajama pants and the sheets under him had been wet, and the source of the sweet smell of the liquid was ......

"Woo...... Master, Xiaoshuang seems to pee......"

Frost Sorrow lay on the bed, turned her head, and blushed to Arthas. (To be continued......)