Arthas could feel the contractions of Emeriss's vaginal walls, like countless soft little hands caressing his dick. As Arthas went deeper, more of his cock was enveloped by her vagina, and the pleasure he felt increased.
When Arthas thrust all the way in, this pleasure reached its peak. The tip of his cock tingled, as if semen was about to erupt. The muscles of her inner vaginal walls wrapped tightly around Arthas's penis, giving him immense comfort. Lubricated by her juices, Arthas met no resistance. When his lower abdomen was flush against her buttocks with no gap between them, his large cock was deep inside her uterus. Her legs seemed to part a little wider to make his thrusting more convenient. Emeriss's active cooperation made Arthas even more excited.
Forgetting to be gentle, he began to pump vigorously.
The sight of such frequent and fierce thrusting made Ysera's and Alexstrasza's eyes gleam. They had never tried such a ferocious position.
Watching the lovemaking of Emeriss and Arthas with a sense of curiosity was also a form of exchange. Why should Arthas be able to see their naked bodies, but they couldn't watch him being drained by one of their own?
Emeriss was already moaning uncontrollably, her sounds escalating from low panting to urgent cries of pleasure. There were no lewd words like 'Fuck me, hubby,' just urgent 'ahhs' and 'unghs,' which proved that she was like a lone boat in a vast ocean, tossed about by Arthas's tempestuous fucking and thrusting. Every cell in her body was joyous, every inch of flesh in her pussy was ecstatic, so ecstatic that her toes curled, the arches of her feet tensed, and her whole body and soul enjoyed the thrusting in her hole and the pleasure of body and mind. The feeling of her tight passage being pried open inch by inch was an indescribable satisfaction.
"I'm shooting it inside!"
"Shoot it! Nngh!" Emeriss reflexively tightened her abdomen, causing her vaginal walls to wrap around Arthas's cock even more intensely. A lazy, nasal sound escaped her as her whole body felt a little dizzy. She only felt a warmth in her lower abdomen, very hot and comfortable. The scorching semen sent her straight to orgasm, and in her climax, she climaxed again, reaching the ultimate tingling bliss of a climax-within-a-climax that most women could never experience!
Gush... gush... gush...
When the sound of flesh slapping against flesh in the room suddenly stopped, it was replaced by the satisfied panting of a man and a woman, and the sound of a cock pulsing and shooting semen against the uterine wall!
Every time the cock shot out a thick stream of semen that hit the vaginal and uterine walls, the tight pussy would clench and bite down on the glans. The suction from the uterus, combined with the constantly writhing folds of tender flesh, made the cock continue to spurt uncontrollably, wanting to keep shooting, to fill the slutty, honeyed hole with fresh, thick, white cum!
The tingling pleasure of ejaculation instantly sent his mind into a state of blank emptiness. He pressed the head of his cock against her cervix and forcefully shot his thick semen. The ejaculated fluid was poured directly into her mature uterus, and with the cervix blocked by his glans, the semen couldn't flow out at all. It was forced to remain in her mature womb, ready to impregnate this female dragon at any moment!
"Emeriss, was it very pleasurable?" Ysera asked, her eyes narrowed. Don't be fooled by her sleepy appearance; she was actually the boldest.
"Very pleasurable. My whole body is so sore. He has to mate with me every night. I can't refuse." Emeriss wasn't shy about it. There was nothing to be shy about with such matters. Even in front of her own mother, saying such lewd things was quite normal.
Meanwhile, Gul'dan ordered Ogg to lead the Ogre Clan to block the pursuing Black Tooth Grin Clan, while he himself took the Stormreaver Clan into the Tomb of Sargeras. Only by obtaining great power could he defeat the pursuers behind him. Entering the dangerous tomb in a state of extreme exhaustion was in itself a risky move.
The sounds of orcish slaughter continued. The various orc clans had never stopped killing each other. This incident ignited their hatred even further, and the two sides fought fiercely on the Broken Shore, next to the Broken Isles.
Compared to the energetic pursuers, the Twilight's Hammer Clan, who had used their magic to raise the Tomb of Sargeras from the seabed, were powerless to resist the furious orc pursuers. They were scattered in a single clash. Old hatreds erupted, and orcs were constantly cut down. Even more ogres had their heads smashed.
Blood seeped from the sand into the seawater. Large numbers of sharks, smelling the blood, gathered nearby, eager for a feast. Even the murlocs were attracted, chattering as they prepared to attack. But as they opened their gaping maws, they were swallowed whole by the sharks!
Bloody slaughter, natural predation—cruel dramas were playing out at every moment. Against traitors, the orc clans never showed any mercy!
"Rend, are we still going into that tomb?" an orc with eyes glowing green asked, panting like an ox, as he casually lopped off the head of a wailing ogre. The ogre mage had two heads. After cutting one off, he moved his blood-drenched battle-axe to the other side and proceeded to chop off the second one!
Rend Blackhand was in charge of this pursuit. He was the son of the former Warchief, Blackhand. Blackhand had been defeated and killed in a duel with Orgrim, who then took full control of the Blackrock clan. Rend Blackhand and his brother, Maim Blackhand, had questioned many of Orgrim's plans, but had been persuaded. They held no goodwill toward Orgrim, but whenever a combat mission was assigned, they would always complete it meticulously, without cutting any corners, making them perfect tools.
"No. I have a very dangerous feeling about what's inside. Continue to wipe out the ogres. Kill every last one of them! We'll wait here for a while. If they don't come out, we'll use explosives to destroy the entrance and seal them inside."
Rend grinned malevolently at the entrance to the Tomb of Sargeras. As a warrior, he was particularly sensitive to danger, especially a tomb that sealed the avatar of a fallen titan. Only someone with a death wish would go in there
Inside the Tomb of Sargeras, the unease in Gul'dan's heart grew stronger from the moment he stepped inside. Forcibly suppressing his anxiety, he ordered the warlocks under his command to quicken their search.
There were no lights in the tomb, not even a glimmer. It was utterly pitch-black and deathly silent, punctuated by intermittent howls. In the darkness where one couldn't see their hand in front of their face, the addition of bloodcurdling screams was absolutely terrifying!