As the speed increased, the sounds of plap, plap, splish, splosh echoed in the empty hall. This decadent music also stimulated both of their hearts. Arthas's desire to ejaculate grew stronger and stronger. Onyxia also sensed her husband's change and took the initiative to lift her standing left leg, hanging on her husband's body like a koala. "Shoot it inside me! Husband, I want to have your baby!"
Onyxia excitedly enjoyed the thrusting of Arthas's hard, thick, and energetic cock, kissing her husband's lips and sucking forcefully on his tongue. She watched as the man closed his eyes, his mouth open, letting out hissing gasps. This was undoubtedly a sign that her sultry cunt held a fatal attraction for him, bringing him exceptionally intense pleasure.
"Ah! Husband! Your cock got thicker again... Ah... so hard... I'm going to be pierced..." The numbing pleasure was mixed with a hint of a dull, aching pain that grew more and more obvious! Yet, Onyxia still unconsciously arched her beautiful hips high, enduring Arthas's fierce impacts. Arthas set her down and turned her around, grabbing both of Onyxia's hands behind her back. As if he were a knight, Onyxia became a horse, her arms the reins. Arthas held the reins, riding this steed with abandon, galloping wildly like a knight of the plains. He thrust into her little hole at a frequency of twice per second. Onyxia's full, fair breasts shook violently from the impacts, slapping against the mirror again and again.
Slap! Slap! Slap! He pounded against her plump, white flesh. At the point of their connection, a thick, long cock could often be seen, appearing and disappearing. Every time his cock withdrew, it was covered in thick, white vaginal fluid. The area around her mound was covered in viscous white foam, a clear sign of the liquid a woman secretes only when she's being fucked to ecstasy! Her two pink, fleshy lips exaggeratedly clamped and sucked on the thick, long cock. The massive member and her plump, white buttocks created a powerful visual contrast!
"I'm about to cum!" Arthas's voice was like that of a wounded beast, roaring continuously, on the verge of a furious release.
"Mmm... yes... ah... cum inside... oh... cum inside me... Husband... fill... your slutty wife's... little hole... Husband... I love you!" Onyxia also threw her head back, revealing her snow-white, jade-like neck, where veins bulged from the strain. Her lower body tightened naturally, making her honeyed passage narrow once more, while her temperature rose—all signs of an impending orgasm.
As the pleasure in the head of his cock grew more and more intense, the accumulated ecstasy reached its peak. Arthas let out a muffled grunt, thrusting his cock in as deep as it could go, the head pressing against her cervix, as if it were being sucked by a small mouth. Onyxia's vagina grew tighter and tighter, like a volcano, its muscles continuously squeezing his cock, as if trying to wring out every last drop of his cum.
"Ah!"
"Mmm!"
Two distinctly different sighs, both filled with the flavor of satisfaction. Gush after gush of thick, vigorous semen shot into the womb of Onyxia beneath him.
His cock continued to throb for a full minute, releasing a large wave of cum with each pulse. It started with four or five waves, then gradually decreased to two or three, and then each throb released a little more, until the clip was completely empty. Unsatisfied, he pushed hard on the tips of his toes, wanting to thrust his cock even deeper, to shoot his semen as far inside as possible.
"Husband!"
"Hmm?"
"You shot so much inside me! It's so warm and hot, it feels so good. We should have a little baby this time, right? There's so much, I can't even hold it all!" Onyxia leaned against Arthas's chest, her pale hand caressing her lower abdomen. It felt full and swollen, and before, it had even been pushed out into the shape of his cock. For a moment, she was entranced. Happiness was so simple, so simple that she didn't want to move at all.
"We should. If we do it a few more times, it'll happen naturally. Wifey, once I learn Teleportation Magic, we can mate every day! I'm going to knock you up and make you walk around with a big belly!" Arthas nibbled on Onyxia's earlobe, gazing at her exquisite face. Was this really his beautiful wife? It felt like a dream—somewhat unreal, somewhat fantastical. Was this a woman he was worthy of having?
"Mmm, I won't be able to walk then!" Onyxia chided coquettishly, but from the look on her face, she was far from trying to stop him. Instead, she had a shameful look of feigned resistance.
After the two had cleaned themselves up and walked over, Eonar's voice rang in Arthas's mind.
"Freya has already told me everything. Hmm, it seems my sister Azeroth has suffered even more than we thought. Unfortunately, I can't help her yet. I need more energy to recover. What do you desire?"
Arthas stroked his chin and began to think rapidly. What could he ask for that would maximize his benefits? And something that could be converted into actual combat power.
"I need to increase my own strength."
"I can't help you with that directly at this time. There are many creatures in this laboratory. You can go fight them to temper yourself. I will have Freya help you. It seems she has done well and has not yet been corrupted." Eonar was very satisfied with her creation. To be able to hold on for so long and still maintain her sanity was very admirable.
"Loken has already rebelled and become a pawn of the Old Gods. If Freya helps me, he will definitely notice me, which will disrupt my plans." Arthas rejected the proposal. Although having a Titan Guardian help him would be a great boon, it wouldn't be so wonderful if it resulted in two old schemers keeping an eye on him.
"Hmph, what is a mere Loken? Don't worry, Freya is my creation. I just need to lead her here, and she will naturally awaken. You don't need to do anything; I will handle it for you. Alright, I must hibernate now. Champion, continue to replenish my energy, and I will grant you even greater benefits." Eonar's negotiation skills were truly straightforward, exceptionally naive. But for a being of her power, skill was irrelevant.
As Eonar fell into slumber, the suffocating pressure in the hall vanished. That was just a wisp of a soul, yet it possessed such a powerful aura. It was hard to imagine how strong a Titan at their peak would be.