"Hee-hee-......" grabbed the object, and Frost's sad heart calmed down a lot, and with the holy light summoned by Arthas, Frost's sorrow carefully looked at the hard stick in his hand, and didn't know why he just wanted to laugh - the master was all soft, so that Frost wanted to bully him when he saw it; It's just that this thing is fierce, it's so funny!

Arthas was in the midst of a great conflict. Be strong, Arthas, you are not a child - Arthas admonished himself in his heart. Although his memories are a little confusing and there are a lot of faults, Alsace lived to be at least thirty years old in the original time stream.

In fact, Arthas is not as powerless as he is now appearing, and can only let Frost's sorrow do whatever he wants. Except for the initial lack of blood supply to his brain, he has now basically regained his mobility, and it is not impossible to stop Frost's sad behavior, but ......

My own vital ...... The most sensitive part of his body was held by Frost Sorrow's cold, tender little hands—and though he didn't want to admit it, Arthas enjoyed it. From last night's passionate kiss with Frost Sorrow to this morning's farce, the desire of an adult male in Arthas's soul for copulation is gradually hooked up by Frost Sorrow. ,…,

Squinting slightly, Arthas looked at Frost's Sorrow, who was working hard in front of him. Although he caught the master's thing, the little magic sword was a little puzzled and didn't know which step to start. Sometimes it's not a good thing to have too much knowledge, and Frost Sorrow just pinched the stick and tilted his head to think.

After thinking about it for a long time, Frost Grief didn't think of a specific procedure for "eating the master", which made her feel a little annoyed, and let go of the key point of Alsace in her hand, and two slender lotus arms stopped the master's neck. With a little force, he pressed close to Arthas's face - Frost was troubled now and needed a kiss from her master to comfort her!

This is not the first kiss between Frost Sorrow and Arthas, but this scene has made both of them feel inexplicably throbbing in their hearts. Instead of going straight to the point, Frost Sorrow instinctively scraped Arthas's cheek with the tip of her slender nose, feeling her master's increasingly intense breathing.

Between the ears and temples, Frost's sad lips moved to Arthas's lips, this time, Arthas had no intention of resisting, Frost's sad lilac tongue slipped into Arthas's mouth unceremoniously, stirring unreasonably, Arthas immediately left the blame and entanglement between them behind, half-pushing and half-on-the-spot entangled with Frost's sorrow - with his tongue. ,…,

It's a terrible thing - there's only one thought left in Arthas's head. Although it has not yet been determined. But Arthas felt that the fluid in the wound of Frost Sorrow seemed to have a strong aphrodisiac effect. Now, this evil saliva was flowing into Arthas's mouth along the cold, silky little tongue of Frost Sorrow, half subconsciously, half forced, Arthas swallowed the sweet liquid until it overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Hee-hee-......" Frost Sorrow let go of his master, his fingers stroked Arthas's somewhat moist and red lips, and smiled happily, the amorous expression on his face was intoxicating, "Hello master/lust! "Frost's sorrow has labeled Alsace evil as something he still reminisces.

Arthas was powerless to refute - in fact, wasn't he the one who had tried to prevent him from having any further intimacy with Frostmourn? But now...... Alsace felt that he was indeed a ...... Good/lustful prince. Frost Sorrow seemed to be in full swing, and after a passionate kiss, began his next move. …,

The next step after kissing...... Frost Sorrow earnestly recalls the "know-how" she had already sorted out in her consciousness, and mischievously gnaws on Arthas's thin chest and somewhat slender neck, like a little gray rabbit or hamster feeding. ,…,

The cold and moist red lips went all the way down, and finally came to the extremely abnormal forbidden area of Alsace. Ben/Qi, who was approached by the cold breath, seemed to realize his fate of being devoured and eaten, and trembled restlessly a few times. "Hey~huh~" With a cute snort, Frost Sorrow used both hands to catch the little dishonest thing.

After all, it is not something that grows normally, and the hair in the forbidden area of Alsace is sparse...... Only the baby stood tall with his head held high. Frost Grief gripped the root of the thing, and by the light of the Holy Light, his dark eyes widened and he looked closer. The color of the rod was as fair as Alsace's complexion, but due to excessive congestion, the rod had a tinge of pink, and the cyan veins bulged, and the tip of the tip was thicker than the rest of the body, but the outside was covered with a layer of flesh.

"It's so hard...... Frost Sorrow murmured, holding the root of the thing in her hand and making it shake as if nodding to herself, "hee-hee...... Is it a bone inside? Frost Sorrow asked like a curious baby.

Arthas could not answer the question, his heart was filled with self-reproach and shameless desires/hopes. Despite the efforts to restrain themselves. But Arthas still trembled and stretched out a hand to caress the long black hair of Frost Sorrow - for Arthas now, any part of the little magic sword's body has a strong attraction to him - the woman transformed into the magic sword is a witch who is proficient in charm/seduction, right? As for the other hand of Alsace...... The little prince's body needed a little support lest he collapse on the couch out of nowhere—the damned little body, for some unspeakable reason, was now a little anemic. ,…,

Soon, Frost Sorrow discovers the tip of this treasure. It was not sealed by the skin of the flesh, but a hole was left behind. Frost Sorrow narrowed one eye, tried to open the other, and leaned over the hole to look, but found nothing—hey, was it hollow inside the master's thing?

Frost Sorrow decided to investigate, so she gripped the top of the bendt and slid her hands down—"Ah! "The little prince screamed—it hurt!" Ah...... Are you alright, master! Frost Sorrow let go of her grip and nervously stood up, asking Arthas with concern.

Arthas felt his eyes glow, and a sharp pain came from his lower body. This must be the punishment given to him by the Light—Arthas thought to himself, his eyes moving to the place where the pain had come, and he found a little red—bleeding? Why is it myself who is bleeding?

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