Frostmourn, though in some ways has powers beyond mortals, in more ways than that, it resembles an ignorant child.

For example, at this time, the little magic sword didn't know how to express the emotions in his heart at all, so he could only hug Arthas tightly.

"Well, we'll never be apart."

Arthas hugged Frost Grief as well, and made a promise softly in her ear.

"The host...... Here we go! ”

Frostmourn's head rubbed against Arthas's neck, then murmured softly.

"I ......"

Arthas's body stiffened.

In the original flow of time, Arthas was not a junior brother, but from the last time he and Gianna had a relationship, to the time when Frost Grief took him through time, it took seven or eight years in between.

In the intervening seven or eight years, Arthas had experienced things that no ordinary person would have experienced in his life, and he even experienced one death.

For Alsace now, the male/female affair is already the oldest memory.

"Master, don't worry, just leave it all to Xiaoshuang!"

Frost Sorrow seemed to know what Arthas was thinking, and she said confidently.

"Oh......"

Arthas hadn't reacted yet, Frostmourn was already sliding down his body like a nimble snake, arms wrapped around Arthas's waist.

Arthas sat up involuntarily, smiled happily at the sight of Frost Sorrow looking up, and ......

Then, without hesitation, Frost Sorrow pulled Arthas's trouser brush off, down both legs, and tossed it aside.

Arthas felt a chilling sensation - maybe it was true, maybe it was just psychological.

Anyway, Arthas felt a little shy, and he subconsciously used his hand to block his vital parts.

"Take your hands away, master!"

Frost Grief sneered as she forcefully broke Arthas's hand open, and then touched the last line of defense for Arthas's lower body.

Alsace's resistance was far less resolute than before—for now. In his bedroom, there were only two people, himself and Frost Sorrow, and he couldn't even find a reason to resist.

So Frostmourn smoothly stripped his master to the brim, just as he had been in the carriage on the Arathi Heights.

"Yikes!"

Between the bare legs of Alsace. A stout object that shouldn't have appeared on a boy of this age at all finally appeared in front of Frost Sorrow without reservation.

"Hee-hee!"

Frost Sorrow smiled happily as she grabbed the still swaying with her hand and looked at it carefully.

It may be a bit inappropriate to say "long time no see", after the night in the carriage of Frost's sorrow. She has also seen Arthas's "little brother" many times, of course, most of the time when she secretly ripped off Alsace's pants while he was sleeping at night.

But for the first time since that night, I can do what I want to do to my master's root without scrutiny.

This time, with the small/breast/part High Elves to disturb him, and the stupid and stupid Red Dragon to stand in the way, Frost Sorrow knew that she could finally taste what she wanted.

"Ahem...... Xiaoshuang, don't you stare at it like that......"

Arthas felt a little embarrassed. Usually this kind of thing should be led by men, but his current height and strength have reversed the active and passive between Arthas and Frost Sorrow.

"But the master is very happy here! It's all getting bigger! ”

Frost smiled sadly as he looked at Ben Qi who was caught in his hand, feeling the slight change in the rod/shape, and mischievously holding his hands and rubbing them up and down.

"Oh, Frosty ......"

Arthas couldn't help but moan from his mouth, the muscles in his thighs suddenly tensed, and his whole body lifted up slightly. It seems to be responding to Frost's sad movements.

"Hee-hee, be comfortable, master! Xiaoshuang has learned a lot, and the next thing will make the owner more comfortable! ”

Frost Sorrow said earnestly. Then he slowly lowered his head - just like that night, the master's place was dry, and Xiaoshuang's place was also dry, and it was not okay not to get a little wet!

"Hmmm......"

Arthas's body trembled, and then subconsciously grabbed Frostmourn's head.

The little prince's ten fingers dug deep into Frost's sorrowful black hair, and the smooth and silky touch poured out like water between Arthas's fingers. However, he did not have time to experience this feeling at this moment.

For at this moment, an even stronger pleasure was coming from somewhere in Arthas's body—from the mouth of Frost's sorrow, to be exact.

Frost Sorrow sucks/sucks the object in his mouth seriously, with all his body engrossed, sucks/sucks a part of his master's body, and sucks/sucks this cute baby who is about to become one with himself.

Arthas felt a part of his body being swallowed and spit out inch by inch in Frost Sorrow's mouth, and the cold sensation made him feel extreme stimulation.

Even when he was with Gianna, Arthas had never experienced such treatment; Frostmourn didn't know where he had learned his skills and seemed to be much more advanced than he had been in the carriage, and Arthas soon had a feeling that he was on the verge of collapse.

"Hmm, Xiaoshuang, I ......"

The little prince's hands on top of Frost Sorrow's head slammed into force, and he subconsciously pressed Frost Sorrow's head between his legs.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

Frostmourn made a muffled sound from the wound, and Arthas's reaction grew more and more violent, until his legs jerked to the sides and his entire body began to tremble violently.

The spasms on his body continued for a while before they subsided, and it was only then that the flush on Arthas's face subsided slightly, and he quickly let go of the hands that were holding the head of the Frost Sorrow Mantis.

"Xiaoshuang, are you okay, I'm sorry, I ......"

Arthas felt embarrassed and guilty, wondering if his violent movements had hurt Frost Sorrow.

"Uh-huh!"

The little magic sword pressed his hands on Arthas's thighs, half-kneeling in front of Arthas, pursing his lips tightly and shaking his head from side to side.

"Xiaoshuang, what's wrong with you?"

Arthas didn't know why Frost Sorrow didn't speak—was she angry?

"Goo-toot!"

With a soft sound, Arthas noticed a small bulge on the long, graceful neck of Frost Sorrow, a slight bulge from top to bottom, and disappeared in a flash.

"Master, don't worry, Xiaoshuang has nothing to do!"

Frost's sorrow finally spoke, a smile of joy on his face. (To be continued.) )