"The host ......"

Arthas, who just wanted to leave to take a shower and cool down, was quietly pulled by the sorrow of frost.

Arthas looked down in surprise, Frost Sorrow didn't put on her clothes, but lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, but a small white hand grabbed her clothes tightly and didn't let herself leave.

"What's wrong, Xiaoshuang?"

Arthas asked.

"If only once......"

Frost Sorrow whispered something, but Arthas didn't hear it clearly.

"What?"

Arthas's hearing was already good, but Frostmourn did seem hesitant, and her voice was barely audible.

"Xiaoshuang said, if it was just once, Xiaoshuang ...... Xiaoshuang can also make the owner ...... you"

Frostmourn jerked her head up and spoke firmly to Arthas.

It's just that although the little magic sword has an open expression, her voice is still trembling, and there are faint tears in her eyes.

"What? Xiaoshuang, you mean...... Do you agree? ”

Arthas exclaimed, and then excitedly hugged Frost's sad white body, and involuntarily wrapped his hands around the slender and slender waist.

-- They are all old husbands and wives, and this hand itself will not obey the call.

Arthas thought as he felt the smoothness of Frost's sad skin; With such a beauty like jade in her arms, who wants to use cold water to extinguish the heat in her heart?

"Hmm...... Because, if that's the case. The host will be upset...... Even if Xiaoshuang herself will be in pain, Xiaoshuang doesn't want the master to make you uncomfortable......"

Frost Sorrow was held by Arthas, her slender arms wrapped around Arthas's sturdy back like vines. Then he snuggled into Arthas's arms and murmured.

"Frost, you ......"

Arthas was moved, he knew of course that his desires had become a burden to Frost Sorrow, but ......

Frost's sad and supple attitude dissuaded Arthas's desire/hope, and he looked at Frost's sorrow affectionately and shook his head slightly.

"Forget it. Xiaoshuang, I don't want you to feel bad either......"

Arthas said patiently.

It's just a little bit of desire/thought, and the patience is over. But the sorrow of frost is his most precious treasure,

"But you ...... master"

Frost Sorrow can feel the master's love for him from Arthas's words, which of course makes Frost Sorrow happy, but ......

The little magic sword doesn't even have to bow its head. I was able to hold it tightly on my lower abdomen from there. As if trying to pierce his body, he realized that Arthas was just barely patient.

"Master, don't bear it, Xiaoshuang is here to help you......"

Frost Sorrow sighed softly, then slid like a small snake against Arthas's chest and toward his lower abdomen, and his hands were pulled back from Arthas's back, and he circled in front of him to untie his pants.

"But Xiaoshuang, you ......"

Arthas subconsciously grabbed Frost Sorrow's little hand. Don't let her continue.

――The desire/desire that has finally subsided slightly, but I can't let this little magic sword pick up again!

Arthas thought to himself.

"It's okay. Master, do what you want! Although Xiaoshuang may be in pain, Xiaoshuang will try to endure it! ”

Frostmourn raised her head and said to Arthas with a smile.

"Xiaoshuang, you don't have to be ...... like this"

Arthas looked at Frost's sad face, her eyes full of attachment and indulgence to herself.

"Of course Xiaoshuang wants to do this! Because Xiaoshuang is the owner's fiancée! If Xiaoshuang doesn't work hard, if she is not careful, the master will be snatched away by those women! ”

Frost Sorrow said earnestly.

Not to mention those pregnant/spring girls in the kingdom of Lordaeron, just in the palace of Lordaeron, Frost Grief has many opponents!

"Is that the reason for this......

Arthas looked at Frost's sad expression with a very serious expression, and he couldn't help the impulse in his heart that wanted to kiss Fangze.

"Hmm......"

Frost Sorrow was about to take off her master's pants, but Arthas grabbed her, pressed him to the bed, and kissed her on the lips.

Six years have passed, and Arthas has already become a master in the almost non-stop practice with Frost Sorrow.

Now Arthas is no longer the little prince who was pressed against the wall by Frost Sorrow and kissed him, his height has already surpassed Frost Sorrow by a lot, and his kissing skills can at least go back and forth with Frost Sorrow.

Although the strange feeling on her body still existed, under Alsace's affectionate kiss, Frost's sad eyes became more and more blurred, and her body became softer and softer from the slight tension at the beginning......

Finally, the slender arm of the little magic sword once again climbed the back of Arthas's neck, and her eyes were tightly closed.

The sorrow of the frost, which was more devotion to it, responded frantically to the kiss of Arthas; In the mouths closed by the four-petaled lips, the tongues of Arthas and Frost Grief continued to intertwine and grind, and the liquid in their mouths finally turned into the sweet and cool taste in the exchange of you and me.

"Come on, master...... Frost is ready......"

Even dragons need to breathe, and as Arthas let go of Frost's sad pink lips and gasped for breath, the little magic sword opened his affectionate eyes and said in a trembling voice as he gently stroked Arthas's strong muscles with both hands.

"Little Frost ......"

Arthas's clothes have long been left unknown when and where.

He stared at the frost sorrow beneath him, even though he had seen it a thousand times, but the flawless carcass of the little magic sword still filled Arthas's brain with blood.

Of course, the brain is not the only part of Alsace's body that is congested.

In the refusal of Frost Sorrow, which is not a seduction, but a seduction, Arthas skillfully knelt in front of Frost Sorrow, and his two thick and powerful thighs just moved forward slightly, and squeezed into the strands of Frost Sorrow, which was already as soft as mud.

Although there was all the resistance before, whenever it came to this point, Frost's Sorrow would always be the first of the two to sink/fall.

The legs that were originally entangled quietly loosened a gap, and I don't know if I was really powerless to resist Alsace's arrogance, or ...... What about Frost's sorrow for her own intentional indulgence?

"Hmm...... Oh...... Host, a little bit ......"

A melodious, painful moan, accompanied by the soft babbling of frost sorrow, and the creaking of the bed against the wall, filled the room in this lounge that belonged to Alsace. (To be continued......)