"Oh... gentle... ah... too rough... ah... Master... I love you... fuck me... oh... so deep... I love you... ah... it feels so good... mmmph..." Lady Jandice moaned with abandon, writhing her hips, enjoying being ravished by her prospective son-in-law. The pleasure this big cock brought was something her husband could not and did not provide. A woman truly needed a man's semen to be nourished, and she felt her skin getting better and better.
Even the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes had faded. She was madly in love with Arthas. If not for the constraints of her status, she would have wanted to marry him and enjoy this big dick every day.
However, marrying Arthas was unrealistic. Lady Jandice knew she was probably just a plaything, so she cherished every moment with him as much as possible. The women around Arthas were all eyeing him like tigers. She even suspected that many of them had had physical relationships with him. That meant even less time for her. She had to satisfy Arthas as much as possible to secure her position and treatment!
If anything was to blame, it was that the promise of eternal youth held a fatal attraction for women. Who would want to become an old hag when they could stay young and beautiful? Coupled with Arthas's status and his skills in bed, Lady Jandice, despite her status as a duchess, couldn't help but fall.
An unknown amount of time passed. The two changed many positions. Arthas even carried Lady Jandice around the room, fucking her as he walked. He almost discovered Calia and the others, but he was enjoying the fucking too much to pay them any mind. The names above their heads made it impossible for them to hide, and the fact that they were still watching, not leaving in anger, meant they had already accepted it. He could continue to train them in the future!
Creampie! A sport that brought men unparalleled excitement! As the spongy tissue below was enveloped by soft, tender flesh, erupting waves of white fluid into the hot, wet volcano, listening to the woman's charming moans and seeing her expression of ecstatic, dazed pleasure—a sense of conquest would surge forth endlessly. This was conquest!
Looking at the charming, mature woman lying on the table, her two plump, white thighs covered in sweat, the alluring slit between them hidden in a messy thicket, her large labia fucked until they were turned outwards, revealing the dark red flesh of her cunt within, from which a thick, white stream of semen gushed with every breath—it was a sight that would make anyone's blood pressure spike.
Three days later, in Tirisfal Glades, Lordaeron. Today, the patrol team was still on duty near the farms, where farmers tilled the land. Walking on the gravel road, the surrounding forest seemed quiet and serene, the trees numerous but not disorderly. In the distance, a few children could be seen playing and fishing in a small, flowing river.
"Captain, we're almost at the tavern. Let's go in for a drink later!"
"No, you can't drink on duty!"
"Come on, this is the safest place around. What danger could there be? Even the thieves have been mostly cleared out," a squad member complained. He wouldn't have said such a thing if they weren't on extremely good terms.
Just then, a slight tremor came from the ground. This greatly surprised the patrol captain, who was mounted on his warhorse. Was it a flash flood, or a stampeding herd? But he had never heard of any large beasts in this area! After more than a decade of clearing, Tirisfal Glades was one of the most fertile plains. The wheat planted here could be harvested almost three times a year; otherwise, it wouldn't have become the breadbasket of the Alliance.
"Something's not right. We have a situation. Everyone, prepare for battle!" The patrol captain drew his longsword and simultaneously arranged for someone to report to the nearby outpost.
A moment later, a green tide appeared before the patrol's eyes. Bloodthirsty Orcs, wielding notched battle axes, roared as they charged toward them. Dry branches on the road snapped underfoot. The charge of ten thousand men, combined with the Orcs' immense strength, caused the ground to shake as if in an earthquake!
"It's Orcs! Send the signal!" The patrol captain had just spoken when an arrow cut through the air, swift as lightning, and embedded itself viciously in his throat. He couldn't even finish a sentence, his mouth opening and closing, unable to speak.
Swoosh! A magical firework was launched into the sky from a scout's hand. Then, the patrol was swallowed by the tide of Orcs. Although the members fought desperately, they managed to kill only two Orcs before being hacked into meat paste!
"Attack! Raze Lordaeron to the ground!" Orgrim knew he needed to release the Orcs' pent-up emotions. The passage through Alterac Valley had been extremely difficult. Supplies were scarce, and they had to remain undetected by the Alliance, which left the Orcs incredibly frustrated. Alliance soldiers had even pissed on their heads from above, and they could only remain silent. This humiliation, combined with days of bleak scenery, had nearly driven the Orcs mad. The moment they were out of the valley, they immediately unleashed their savage nature, slaughtering wantonly, burning farms, and plundering food!
Orc peons began felling trees to build siege engines, Wolf Riders scouted ahead, and foot soldiers pushed forward. In less than half a day, the Horde army appeared before the walls of Lordaeron City, catching the garrison completely by surprise!
Wuuuuu! The mournful sound of a horn echoed. Nearby civilians began to flee into the city in a panic, and the Orc foot soldiers took the opportunity to charge.
At this moment, the garrison faced a dilemma. They could either close the city gates to prevent the Orcs from entering, in which case the civilians left outside would inevitably be slaughtered. Or, they could open the gates to let the civilians in, but if the Orcs seized the gate, the entire defense of Lordaeron would be rendered useless
Terenas soon arrived at the city gate.
Looking at the terrified commoners below the walls, he shouted, "People of Lordaeron, the future of the Alliance, the future of humanity, rests on your shoulders. Now, take up arms and fight the Orcs to the death! Lordaeron will never fall!"
Seeing that even their king had donned his armor and was preparing to lead the charge, the terrified commoners, though blocked outside the city gates, still picked up the weapons thrown down to them. Facing the surging tide of Orcs, they found their courage and fought back! This was the charisma of Terenas. His ability to be king and keep the other great lords in check relied on his support from the common folk. The number of poor mages and warriors he had invested in was countless; they were his true assets. Only he could rally such a response with a single call. This was the king of Lordaeron, the wisest of his line. A man who could keep the other six human kingdoms in check was naturally no mediocrity.