I play as a beast in World of Warcraft

Arthas lacks the finesse of sexual techniques; he finds the simple act of pulling out and thrusting back in quite satisfying. He continues with vigorous movements, each time fully withdrawing and then plunging back in, creating a cycle of emptiness and fulfillment. Aunt is almost overwhelmed by the intense pleasure she has never experienced before, making her past sexual encounters with her ex-husband pale in comparison to the ecstasy with Arthas.

Despite Arthas's repetitive actions, each thrust provides a real and exhilarating stimulation, generating endless pleasure from the friction between the walls and the shaft. 

Aunt feels her whole body turn limp from the intense sensations, amazed by the stamina of this vigorous man who tirelessly repeats the thrusting, gradually increasing the pace.

As the frequency of the creaking bed grows louder, Prasiri's grip tightens around Arthas, her neck veins bulging as she struggles to stifle her moans, embracing the challenge of enjoying her nephew's lustful advances.

Aunt's panting grows louder as she can no longer contain her pleasure, the sensation of the tip repeatedly hitting her cervix intensifying the cycle of emptiness and fulfillment until she is completely filled. 

Her ten plump and sexy toes curl tightly, her delicate hands clutching the sheets, her vagina squeezing tighter, holding the thrusting shaft firmly in place.

In Prince's private chamber, a mature and sophisticated beauty, in a drunken slumber, is pinned beneath a young man, with a significant age gap between them. 

Despite not supposed to be together, the two engage in intimate activities, the young man blushing as he thrusts into the mature woman's trembling legs.

As another wave of pleasure approaches, Arthas loses track of time, but Aunt's vagina convulses violently at least three times. 

He leans in to kiss Aunt's sealed lips, parting her teeth with his tongue to intertwine and suck on her tongue passionately, whispering, "The wife is coming... Aunt... ah... I'm going to cum for you... Aunt!"

Approaching climax, Arthas's thrusts become more forceful, mixing semen and fluids in their intimate space, emitting a pungent odor. 

As the pleasure on the tip of his penis intensifies, reaching its peak, Arthas grunts and forcefully thrusts his shaft deep inside, feeling as though it is being sucked by a small mouth. 

Aunt's vagina tightens like a volcano, squeezing the shaft as if to extract every last drop of semen.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Arthas releases thick, pungent semen into the mature woman's womb beneath him. Aunt's vagina trembles as it continues to squeeze the shaft, seemingly reciprocating the pleasure.

After the satisfying morning encounter, Arthas remains inside Aunt for a full five minutes before withdrawing his flaccid penis.

Upon seeing Aunt's swollen flesh orifice, he tenderly used holy light to treat Aunt's tender orifice. Due to prolonged penetration, the vaginal opening could not close, and the tender flesh inside would twitch occasionally, watching as the semen he ejaculated flowed out from the pink fleshy walls. 

Beauty, sleep, and ejaculation! 

The debauched scene aroused him again, and he continued to press on regardless, thrusting vigorously. 

An hour later, Arthas appeared in the council chamber in full gear. He would follow Paladin Uther to the military camp to learn about tactics and make preparations to depart. 

The orc army has already started to go north by boat, and they also need to go to the Blade's Edge Mountains in the south to stop the orc army coming ashore.

After Arthas left, Ashvane family Viscountess who was lying on the bed also opened her eyes and looked at the tooth marks on her nipples. There was still saliva on them and it was covered with bright red fingerprints. Her whole body was so sore from being fucked that she had never enjoyed this before pleasure.

Especially due to Arthas's excessive excitement earlier, his final thrusts were particularly fierce, accidentally pushing the head of his penis through the narrow entrance of her cervix, getting stuck halfway at the cervix. 

Already at the brink, he experienced an unexpected pressure, losing control and ejaculating directly into her uterus. 

The uterus is one of the most delicate organs of a woman, and she had never imagined that one day a man would penetrate his penis into her uterus to ejaculate. 

The intense stimulation, which she had never experienced or even thought of before, almost made her heart stop, until Arthas finished ejaculating, her heart suddenly started beating rapidly again. 

Another climax that had not yet ended surged forth, and the overlapping climaxes left Prasiri's mind completely blank. 

After a while, she finally shook off the lingering effects of the climax, panting heavily like a dehydrated fish. 

"You naughty boy, you ejaculated so much without any restraint!" Viscountess scolded with a laugh, covered herself with a cup, and went back to sleep. 

She was the younger sister of the Queen Consort leanne, a Viscountess, and also Arthas's aunt, so it was perfectly reasonable for her to sleep here. 

She was too exhausted, having been ravaged for nearly an hour, depleting all her energy during the climax, needing to replenish her strength. 

On the other side of the continent, a green orc, nearly two meters tall, carrying a huge long-handled iron hammer, stood at the port gazing out. 

Orgrim Doomhammer, the Warchief of the orcs, commanded nearly fifty thousand orc troops, the elite of all orcs, risking everything for the conquest of this planet, with no retreat in case of failure. 

Just looking at the Warchief's back exuded a sense of oppression; among the muscular orcs, Orgrim was one of the few with strategic vision and wisdom. 

"Warchief, humans may have already discovered our whereabouts. It's impossible to hide from their scouts with attacks from the sea," Field Marshal Eitrigg expressed with concern. As an orc who has not consumed the blood of demons, he maintains his sanity and clarity. 

However, the fel energy has still turned his skin green, giving it a tint. 

Orgrim smirked dismissively, gazing at the red dragon in the sky. It was quite a sight to see the arrogant red dragons, now being ridden by lowly orcs, serving as dragon riders! 

"It's alright, let them discover. Our allies will handle this matter," he chuckled. Clearly, the destructive power of the dragons is insurmountable for humans, akin to nuclear weapons.