"Ding! Your level is now 48."
"Ding! 'A Wife's Troubles (I)' has been completed."
"Ding! Your reputation with the Firelands is now Hated. Your relationship with Ragnaros is now Hostile."
Arthas didn't care about reputation. The Firelord was not truly immortal. Just like Demons, they had to be killed in a specific environment to be effective. Elements needed to be defeated once more within the Elemental Plane to kill an Elemental Lord permanently. While a new Elemental Lord would eventually be born over time, the original lord would be truly dead.
"'A Wife's Troubles (I)': Your wife, Onyxia, does not want to risk her strength to face Ragnaros. Help your wife deal with the Firelord! Content: Collaborate with Nefarian, Sabellian, Nalice, and Sinestra to defeat the Firelord. Reward: Five random skill advancements. (Note: This quest will change your reputation with Ragnaros to Hated.)"
"Triggered Quest, 'A Wife's Troubles (II)': You have knocked up your sister-in-law, which has made Onyxia somewhat jealous. She wants to conceive your child. Content: Make Onyxia pregnant. Reward: Increased sperm vitality; the child's talent will be permanently enhanced to at least 'Excellent'."
Looking at this quest, Arthas was somewhat speechless. Was his sperm vitality low? But his sister-in-law had already gotten pregnant, and they hadn't even done it that many times—it was just that he had finished very deep inside every time. When he ejaculated, he had squeezed it in so hard he almost reached her stomach!
Onyxia flew over, helped Arthas up, and said tenderly, "Husband, are you alright?"
She was in a great mood. She hadn't expected Arthas to be able to defeat Ragnaros on his own. Even if she had intervened personally, it would have taken some effort. Most importantly, he had proven his strength in front of the members of the Black Dragonflight. This was what mattered most; now, no one would dare question her husband's power again.
The only thing troubling her was the matter of pregnancy. She had learned about Lady Ashvan from Nalice. Arthas hadn't kept it from her either; he told her whomever he had relations with. Onyxia didn't care about those things; nothing could shake her status. She was the Black Dragon Queen, and she commanded the Black Dragonflight. Though the flight had withered, it could still be restored, making it a powerful asset. Therefore, whatever other females did, they posed no threat to her.
"I'm fine. Seal the rifts here. There are still many resources here that can be utilized—don't let them go to waste. I'm going back to rest!" Arthas looked at the warhammer before him, nearly two stories tall. This was the loot left behind after Ragnaros's death.
As he reached out to touch the warhammer, something unexpected happened.
Another quest popped up: "Triggered Quest: The Firelord's Warhammer."
"The Firelord's Warhammer: Sulfuras is the weapon of the Firelord, forged from the essence of the Firelands. To possess it, you must modify it. Content: Purchase the recipe from the Thorium Brotherhood and collect materials to forge Sulfuras. Content: The Legendary weapon Sulfuras becomes your weapon."
"Transport this weapon out; I'll have a use for it later. Onyxia, take me out of here, quickly." Arthas could hardly contain himself. After the rage of battle came an extreme restlessness; he needed to vent!
After a brief word to Alleria, Arthas was carried out of the Molten Core by Onyxia. There were still many elemental minions inside, but with Ragnaros fallen, they fled in terror. Once the area was cleared, this territory would still hold immense value.
Everyone was somewhat stunned. Muradin, who had arrived late, was especially full of questions. He had only sensed a massive surge of power deep within and had come to help, only to arrive and hear that Ragnaros had been killed by Arthas. What the hell? When had his student become this strong?
Back in the room, Arthas rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower to suppress the burning heat within him. Just as he finished washing, Onyxia walked in wearing only lingerie. Her eyes were incredibly flirtatious, and her nipples were hard and erect; she was clearly aroused.
"Husband, when did you become so strong?" Onyxia pinned Arthas against the wall, her delicate hand reaching down to stroke his abdominal muscles, grazing past the forest of pubic hair before finally gripping his erect cock and stroking it twice. She bit her red lip, her nipples rubbing against his chest, looking every bit like a female in heat.
"I've always been this strong! Now that the Ragnaros business is settled, stay by my side. I'm going to get you pregnant—I'm going to knock you up!" Arthas couldn't take it anymore. After the slaughter, he was filled with fire. Combined with the torture of pain and the baking heat, he wasn't feeling particularly comfortable. What he needed was to vent, to vent violently. Seeing a seductive beauty enticing him, no man could have resisted.
Arthas pressed Onyxia against the wall, his mouth descending to kiss her red lips fiercely. Her fair, jade-like skin filled him with a desire to ravage her. He lifted her long, white legs, his large hands stroking her smooth skin. A faint scent drifted from her, making his cock swell to its absolute limit.
Onyxia's hand caressed Arthas's cheek, her beautiful eyes slightly glazed. She was already wet before she had even entered. "Husband, fuck me!"
Arthas pressed Onyxia against the vanity, looking at her face in the mirror. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands, aimed the head of his cock at her slightly parted vagina, and thrust his waist forward.
Squelch. He entered Onyxia's body again.
Onyxia tilted her head back against Arthas's shoulder, her small mouth hanging open. "Ah!"
Onyxia's face was flushed, a mix of shyness and the glow of sexual satisfaction. It was hard to tell if it was excitement or embarrassment. Looking at herself and her husband in the mirror, the raw sight of their coupling was reflected perfectly: a powerful man holding a gorgeous woman in a standing rear-entry position, passionately copulating in the bathroom!
"Husband, fuck me... oh... I love it... you fucking me... ah... so good... Husband... ah... fuck me... mmm-hmm... it feels too good..."
Onyxia watched her own wanton expression in the mirror, her moans becoming increasingly breathless. Her body weight pressed down hard with every thrust of his cock, sending waves of numbness through her as he hit her cervix. Her eyes fluttered open, catching her reflection—her face full of lust, her large breasts bouncing up and down with the motion. To her own eyes, the woman in the mirror looked like a total slut!
Gradually, as Arthas thrust with great force, the tingling pleasure of the act consumed Onyxia once more. Her eyes were filled with rising desire, and she instinctively moved her hips back to allow that thick cock to go even deeper.
"Mmm... huff... ah..." she moaned softly, her eyes hazy, completely defenseless against this level of pleasure.