That evening, at the Stormwind Manor.
Queen Taria personally cooked to entertain Arthas. Having been nourished, her complexion was rosy. As one of Arthas's consorts, she knew her husband's intentions clearly—he just wanted to find new ways to play with her body. She herself was more than willing to be played with by Arthas; these profane acts were things she had never experienced before.
With her late husband, Llane, their relationship was more one of mutual respect, very proper, without any passion. Even their marital duties were very formal and over quickly. It was nothing like the variety of tricks Arthas had, all sorts of unprecedented positions.
Only after being played with did she learn that a woman's mouth could also be used for a man to insert himself and ejaculate. Her feet could be used to bring a man to a satisfying release, and her breasts could clamp his cock for a tit-fuck, and so on. It could be said that Taria had been thoroughly developed. Her physical fall from grace had led her to the point where she had even forgotten what her former husband, Llane, looked like.
Arthas, with ill intentions, plied Varian with drinks, not mentioning his confession at all. He only chatted about his experiences and his vision for the Kingdom of Stormwind. What he wanted was tax-free trade rights in the Kingdom of Stormwind and a shipping route where the Stormwind royal family could participate in the profits, but only for twenty percent. And that twenty percent was given out of consideration for Queen Taria.
He had said a lot of nice things, but getting something for nothing was impossible. Arthas was increasingly feeling that human society was about social connections and favors, not just fighting and killing. Sometimes, if you managed your network well, you could be as awesome as his cheap old man, Terenas.
He offered a little sweetener, not letting the Stormwind royal family participate in management, but local matters would be handed over to them to handle. If they encountered trouble from a certain lord, then sorry, you're trying to steal money from the royal family, so we can only righteously eliminate our own.
Varian was very excited as he listened. He was penniless right now, so he would give away what he could. As long as he could exchange it for resources, it was fine. As for the so-called maritime rights and trade, the Kingdom of Stormwind had no way to get involved, nor did it have the money to develop a navy. Besides, the cost of rebuilding Stormwind City still depended on Arthas!
Arthas handed this project over to his follower, Omiya. The money-grubbing Goblin immediately envisioned a scene of herself being drowned in gold coins. This was just too awesome! Rebuilding an entire capital city—how much profit was there to be made! So she immediately gathered her Goblin subordinates to start making calculations. She was already getting impatient for the Horde to hurry up and get lost.
Professional matters should be left to professionals. Arthas's occasional ideas could be eye-opening, but if he were to be in charge of a project long-term, he would definitely expose his shortcomings. If he had to do everything himself, what were followers for? To adopt a father to take care of?
When the time was about right, Queen Taria said with a smile, "I'll go make a couple more dishes."
Arthas stood up and followed her into the kitchen. "Auntie, let me help you!"
Hearing this, Varian's heart skipped a beat. He sensed that something was not right. He thought Arthas was just going to confess to his mother, so he stayed where he was, sipping his wine and thinking about the future plans for rebuilding Stormwind City.
The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen, along with the low murmur of quiet conversation. Rustling sounds, it was unclear what they were saying.
Curious, Varian stood up and walked over, eavesdropping quietly.
"Ah, Arthas, I'm already old. Do you still like me?"
"Of course, Auntie. I've liked you since I was little. You're so beautiful. Ah, Auntie, let me hold you."
Varian's brow twitched. Was he molesting his mother? What followed was the sound of his mother's mouth being muffled, as if she were being forcibly kissed.
Smack, smack. The sounds of kissing and his mother's struggles continued to come from the kitchen, making Varian's heart struggle. His mother was being violated, violated by his friend. Should he stop it?
Just as Varian was still struggling, he heard his mother's voice again. "Don't, Varian is right outside."
"Does that mean if Varian weren't outside, we could continue? Auntie, you're so beautiful! Your figure is so good, I like you so much!" Arthas seemed to still be taking liberties, kissing Queen Taria's cheeks.
"Ah, we can talk about it later. Give me some time to think," Queen Taria pleaded coquettishly, without a hint of shame or anger. This made the unease in Varian's heart grow stronger. No matter how he looked at it, it sounded a bit like she was being coy!
Not long after, Arthas came out again. Varian quickly returned to his seat, pretending not to have noticed anything.
"Auntie doesn't need my help. Come, let's keep drinking. Have you met your fiancée yet?" Arthas picked up his wine cup and continued to drink, the scent of Queen Taria still on him.
Varian forced himself not to think about the image of his mother being molested and shook his head. "No, her family will go to Stormwind City together later. What about you? How far have you gone with Jaina?"
"It's just a political marriage. If you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it. I've kissed her. Mmm, I haven't thought about the next step yet. I want to see what Auntie Taria thinks. If it's possible, I want her to help me with my coming-of-age ceremony," Arthas said in a low voice. "I just told her. Auntie didn't object, nor did she agree. There's still a chance. She should be struggling with the decision."
Varian was suddenly at a loss for words. Was Arthas this shameless? Did he not know how to write the word 'shame'? Fantasizing about his mother in front of him—this kind of thing seemed extremely excessive no matter how you looked at it! And was this a plan to violate his mother? And he was saying it so openly. Talking about violating a mother in front of her son, this really left him speechless.
"You didn't make things difficult for my mom, did you?"
"How could I? I can't even love her enough!" Arthas laughed loudly. This feeling of violating a mother in front of her son was truly exhilarating!
They chatted about women while drinking. Young men always yearned for sex. Unlike commoners, nobles often had their virginity taken by maids. There were very few chaste men.
Women, on the other hand, were a bit more self-respecting, but only a bit. It mainly depended on the atmosphere and education. The education of a prince like Arthas was very strict, and it wasn't easy to taste the forbidden fruit.
After three rounds of drinks, Arthas pretended to be drunk and went to sleep. Varian also slept by Arthas, intending to monitor him and prevent him from doing anything reckless.