This session of lovemaking lasted a very long time. It wasn't until Alleria was on the verge of fainting that Arthas finally ejaculated. Afterward, he impatiently climbed back onto Onyxia's body, giving the just-recovered Black Dragon witch another explosive round of fucking. He even went so far as to stack them together, playing a game of "sandwich." Two pink pussies were exposed before him: the one he thrust into on top was Alleria's tender hole, and the one below was Onyxia's slutty hole—both equally tight and wet, both molded to the shape of his cock, an ultimate display of essence-draining.
They tossed and turned until the middle of the night. The two women truly couldn't take it anymore and sent him away. He could go find whoever he wanted; they didn't care. They had been fucked for so long that they had lost sensation in their legs, and their pussies felt a burning pain—a mix of numbness and swelling. Their lower abdomens were tight, and their uteri had dilated so many times that it was uncomfortable. Facing such a powerful husband, they understood they couldn't satisfy him alone. It was better to let him go "devastate" other women. As for who, it didn't matter anymore!
The Dark Iron Dwarf Queen Moira, the Orc blademaster Warlord Azuka, and the beastmaster Onasa—all were fucked at least once. Even the thick-skinned Orc woman couldn't withstand Arthas's fire; she was fucked until she was barely breathing, her pussy swollen red, yet still Arthas wasn't satisfied.
Out of options, Arthas went to Sinestra's room. He knocked on the door and waited outside.
Before long, his mother-in-law, Sinestra, appeared in her lingerie. She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up to look even fuller. She looked at Arthas with an unfriendly expression. "Is there something you need?"
"I want to mate with Nalice!" Arthas stared at Sinestra's full breasts. His mother-in-law's voluptuous body was like a ripe peach. The way she stood with her arms crossed emphasized her mature charm, making Arthas feel as if his soul was being drawn away.
Sinestra noticed Arthas's gaze—a lecherous look that seemed ready to swallow her whole. Only a fool would miss it. Her eyebrows twitched, and she deliberately gave her breasts a little shake, a playful smirk touching her lips. "Are you looking for her, or for me?"
Gulp. Arthas almost couldn't stop himself from transforming into a wolf and pouncing. Faced with such a mature woman, he had no resistance. The thought of an elder he was supposed to look up to—one with the advantage of age—being pinned under him like a bitch, moaning wantonly... that sense of guilt from trampling over morality made him feel like he'd been injected with adrenaline.
"I'll just find Nalice. As for you, heh, you won't get away."
Hearing Arthas's blunt words, Sinestra didn't get angry. Instead, she turned and walked away, swaying her hips. "She's not here. She went to your territory to work on the new clothing business. Those silk stockings you made are quite good; after being enchanted, no one else can replicate them. Go find someone else. Before I change my mind and kill you, go away!"
Arthas watched Sinestra's swaying ass. This Dragon Queen was certainly flavorful. He had already tasted Onyxia; if he could take her mother as well, wouldn't that mean he could have a mother-daughter threesome? If Deathwing still possessed his great power, Arthas wouldn't be so brazen. But now, Deathwing was just a broken shell of a man, so he naturally had to help take good care of the man's wife.
"Heh, it's only a matter of time."
Only after she knew Arthas had left did Sinestra pick up a glass of red wine and take a long gulp. She didn't mind having a go with Arthas, or even using her mature womb to welcome his "essence." A human who could defeat Ragnaros was destined to have immense potential. Her daughter was already his mate; she wasn't in a hurry to step onto the field herself. Besides, wasn't there still Nalice? Slowly, by dangling the carrot, she could keep the man more motivated to do her bidding.
Incestuous matters weren't exactly rare among Dragons, though typical Dragons didn't engage in it. This was because the resulting eggs often wouldn't hatch or would be deformed. Thus, many Dragons avoided it. However, from a primitive standpoint, they didn't have much sense of shame or moral restraint regarding it. It could be understood as "we don't do it, but we don't strictly forbid it."
Arthas didn't choose to take her by force. If they really fought, he wasn't necessarily Sinestra's match. This Dragon Queen possessed power approaching that of a Demigod. Plus, they were in a close relationship. If he could charm her into bed, that was naturally for the best. If not, there was no need to force it; ruining the relationship wouldn't be good.
He had Moira find a few Dark Iron Dwarf women so he could continue venting. These female dwarves weren't as good-looking as Moira—Moira, after all, was fair and beautiful, originally a Bronzebeard dwarf. The Dark Iron Dwarves were simply dark, a grayish-black—not an unpleasant black, but a chocolate color with a special appeal that wasn't off-putting.
After venting for two full days and playing with other women, Arthas returned to continue "sowing his seeds" atop Onyxia and Alleria. His passion forced the two famous beauties to comply helplessly. After all, they were Arthas's wives and mates; it was their duty to serve their husband and produce offspring. This was a top priority everywhere, and Dragons were no exception. Furthermore, Lady Ashvan's unexpected pregnancy had given them a sense of crisis. If they didn't conceive a child, wouldn't that prove they were useless?
It wasn't until the third day, after Arthas erupted with a final wave of seed inside Alleria, the Ranger General, that he finally collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep slumber. The source of his agitation had vanished, replaced by an endless exhaustion that required a great deal of sleep to remedy.
Alleria and Onyxia glanced at each other, both sharing a somewhat bitter smile. Their swollen, aching private parts had already been treated with Holy Light. Holy Light was generally an attribute of positive energy, and using it for such lewd matters always felt a bit strange.
Currently, neither woman had an ounce of strength left. Over the past three days, they had existed almost as breeding sows. They didn't even know how many times they had reached climax; they had simply lifted their hips mechanically to accommodate him. Their buttocks were red and swollen from being slapped, and their ten delicate, scallion-like toes were covered in teeth marks from being nibbled. They looked like sex slaves who had been locked up and used for a long time—pitiful, yet the kind of sight that made a man want to ravage them further.