Arthas gently straightened his waist, feeling the cold and comfortable feeling coming from his lower body - ashamed to say that although he is the prince of Lordaeron, the women who Arthas has experienced in his two lives combined are only Gianna and Frost Sorrow - maybe Frost Sorrow is not a normal woman.

The romance between Gianna and Arthas is undoubtedly remembered by Arthas to this day, but it is clear that the relationship between him and Frost Sorrow is much deeper; Putting these factors aside, Arthas felt that Frost's Sorrow was more than Gianna when he was in bed/on bed...... Well...... Although it was a little unfair for Gianna to make such a comment, Arthas still felt more comfortable doing such a "shameful thing" with Frost Sorrow than with Gianna.

As always, not too long had passed, and Frost's sorrow had become a blur - her arms were tightly wrapped around Arthas's body, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and the whole person hung on Arthas's body like a little koala, and Arthas gently blocked between her licking lips, and sometimes there was a "babbling" and dream-like **.

Frost's sad and fair skin turned pink from the impact of Arthas, plump doublets, crimson cherry beans, soft back curves, and elastic hip flaps...... Arthas propped one hand on the bed, the other wandering wildly over Frost Sorrow's body, squeezing and pinching recklessly, lingering for a moment in every tempting spot, before rushing to his next target.

"Woo. Master...... Xiaoshuang can't stand it anymore......"

Frost Sorrow didn't know where the strength came from, and broke free from Arthas's kiss and snuggled up to him tightly. As if he was about to squeeze his whole body into Arthas's body, while babbling nonsense, the legs of the little magic sword trembled, and the tense waist spasmed for a while, and Arthas could feel a cool stream of water escape under his impact, pouring like a fountain on the top of the fiery body that had penetrated into Frostmourn's body, and then Frostmourn quickly collapsed under him at an extremely fast speed.

"That's not going to work? Now you know how good I am, right? Say it. Will you dare to tease me while I'm asleep in the future? ”

Arthas stopped his movements, allowing Frostmourn to rest for a moment—his lips tapping lightly on Frostmourn's flushed face as if pecking. With a playful tone, he teased the mysterious and cute little woman under him.

"Little Frost...... Xiaoshuang didn't play tricks on the master...... But the master hasn't done something embarrassing with Xiaoshuang for a long time, and Xiaoshuang is worried that the master will suffocate! ”

Frost Sorrow seemed to be tossed by Arthas so that his eyes couldn't even open a little, and his dark eyes, which always shone with a sly light, were half-closed, and his mouth was humming in a melodious tone. The soft voice was soft. Arthas had to lean closer to the little sword's fluttering pink lips to hear what the little girl was muttering.

It turns out that the little demon sword thinks so in his heart! - Arthas was a little surprised - he had always thought that Frost Sorrow was just trying to play a prank on himself and was caught, but he didn't expect her to think so...... How can there be such a feeling of a girl who bravely sacrifices herself to worship an evil monster?

Thinking of this, Arthas couldn't help but straighten his waist - Arthas chuckled a little smugly at the sound of Frost Sorrow's languid voice - well, thanks to the Red Dragon Queen, he was a monster in some way.

"Is that the simple reason? Isn't it really for pranks? ”

Arthas leaned over and picked up Frost Grief and sat her in his arms—of course. The lower bodies of the two people are still tightly linked, if you look at it from an outsider's point of view. It seems to be a little kinky/promiscuous weird...... But Arthas is not worried about this, except for himself and the little magic sword, how can there be outsiders here?

Frost's sorrow was held in the arms of his master like a child, especially the master's thick and big treasure was still hidden deep in his body...... The little magic sword's face was a little red, and the body that had not recovered from the afterglow of the climax was stimulated by the master's "baby" in the action just now, which made the frost grief can't help but want to send out**.

Obediently leaning into the arms of his master, listening to Arthas's question, Frost Sorrow tilted his head and thought about it, and decided to tell his master some little secrets - although maybe the master would be angry, but ...... But what's the point if you don't let the owner know?

"There is another reason, master!"

Frost Sorrow tilted his head back, wiped Arthas's jaw with his forehead, and said coquettishly - Arthas has not grown a beard since he was transformed by the Red Dragon Queen - I wonder if it is because his skin is too tough to grow a beard now.

"Huh? What's with? ”

Arthas hugged Frost's sad and delicate body, some of them couldn't put it down, and some of them couldn't put it down, and some of them asked absentmindedly.

"It's because someone is peeking at us, that's why Xiaoshuang has to do this, hehe!"

Frost Sorrow said with a strange smile.

"Oh, I see, I knew you wouldn't be so simple...... Well? Wait a minute...... What did you say? ”

Arthas was still groping around on Frost Sorrow, a little absent-minded about the little magic sword's words, and after a casual perfunctory remark, he realized what Frost Sorrow was talking about, and suddenly asked with wide eyes.

"Oops...... Master, it hurts! ”

Frost Sorrow snorted - Arthas was nervous, and even the body inserted in Frost Sorrow's body was erect - the soft flesh in the valley between Frost Sorrow's strands was still a little sore because of the previous passion, and this kind of stimulation naturally made the little magic sword a little unbearable.

"What did you just say, Xiaoshuang? Someone is peeking at us? Who is it? Why? What the hell is going on? ”

Arthas heard the cry of the little magic sword, and quickly calmed the impatience in his heart, he took Frost Sorrow in his arms, put it to her ear, and lowered his voice and asked-Although he knew that the Night Elves would not understand the lingua franca used by himself and Frost Sorrow, Arthas felt that he should be careful, after all, he did not know who was spying on him and Frost Sorrow, and for what reason. (To be continued......)