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I play as a beast in World of Warcraft(R18)

Upon being reincarnated as the Prince of Lordaeron, Arthas expressed his reluctance to become the Lich King. Lady Gianna Proudmoore is as wealthy as a nation, and is she my aunt? Is Sylvanas Windrunner my sister? Gianna is still young and lovely! Hmm, the Queen of the Wrynn dynasty is quite attractive! Saving Azeroth is non-existent; only by being surrounded by women can one sustain life. Dragons, high elves, night elves, female trolls, female orcs, female draenei - none will be spared, all are my flesh vessels. Deceiving, manipulating, and pretending to pursue the Lich King: I have never seen such shameless behavior from a paladin, hypocritically deceitful yet pretending to be a righteous savior. Dreadlord: How do you know? Isn't he just a tool in your eyes? Lich King: I saw him bring back my wife's soul and even impregnate her! The Dreadlord looked at the sinister Lich King and said, "Nathrezim, you must stay strong for the Legion!" The Lich King coldly smirked at the Dreadlord monitoring him, saying, "We are all in this together." Dreadlord: ??? What do you mean?! Lich King: Hehe.

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Chapter 17 The humiliating Queen Consort

She was all too aware of what it was, unmistakably a man's penis! 

Turning her head, she saw the man's face, not her son, but her son's good friend, Prince Arthas of Lordaeron! 

A sudden chill ran through her body, realizing she had been molested by Lordaeron's Prince! 

If she resisted, the rebuilding of the Kingdom of Stormwind would be extremely difficult without the Alliance's support, and Lordaeron was the most powerful kingdom; she couldn't afford to offend Arthas.

However, not offending him meant she had to endure his harassment, possibly even coercion! 

"Notification: Accept Mission - Origin of Life." 

"Origin of Life: The continuation of life relies on the reproduction of all things, strive to mate. Mate with three different females, regardless of race. Mission rewards: Natural increase of twenty favorability with the opposite sex, mating with the opposite sex will definitely satisfy them, and each mating can obtain life essence."

"Life Essence: Accumulating enough life essence can enhance strength, extend lifespan, heal wounded soldiers, and resurrect souls." 

Looking at the sudden mission prompt on the panel, Arthas was stunned. Wasn't this making him a stud? 

Mating could enhance strength? 

Who could refuse this? 

Looking up again at the woman in front of him, a friendly green name was above her head, "Thalia (Queen Consort of the Kingdom of Stormwind)." 

In front of him was a mature woman emitting a lazy aura, lying sideways on a large bed, her two plump and fleshy white legs crossed together, her two large white feet delicate and smooth. 

Her ten slender jade toes were painted with bright red nail polish, like rubies embellishing her beautiful feet. 

Covering her plump and round waist was a thin blanket that rose and fell with her breathing!!! 

"Ugh!" Arthas pressed down on Queen Consort Thalia, took off his pants, revealing his fiercely erect penis. 

Under the influence of alcohol, his penis was already very erect, and with the encouragement of the mission, he became even more unrestrained. 

Thinking about chatting and drinking with Varian about life and ideals in the evening, he now found himself climbing onto his friend's mother's plump body, ready to penetrate his mother as if she were his father. 

The betrayal of a friend made him feel particularly ashamed but also incredibly excited! 

"No, Your Highness, you can't!" Queen Consort Thalia couldn't help but speak up. Her clothes had been taken off, and if she was penetrated, she would be extremely ashamed. 

Even though her husband had passed away, she had never considered infidelity, a typical devoted wife and mother. As for getting her nails done, that was simply part of the daily life of noblewomen. 

"Give it to me, and I will help you and Varian." 

Arthas impatiently parted Thaliaqueen's legs, the glans pressing against her vaginal opening. Due to the mature woman's struggles and writhing, he couldn't penetrate her. 

So he ruthlessly slapped her round buttocks! 

Smack! "Ah!" Accompanied by a cry of pain from Queen Consort Thalia, a bright red palm print appeared on her fair buttocks, glaringly obvious against her pale skin. 

"If you want me to help you, then cooperate with me obediently. After the Alliance's battle with the orcs, there were no spoils of war, just losses; without me to bridge the gap, the Alliance won't have much money to aid in the reconstruction of Stormwind City." 

"If you want my assistance, please cooperate with me obediently. Following the Alliance's conflict with the orcs, there were no spoils of war, only losses; without my intervention, the Alliance would have lacked the funds to support the rebuilding of Stormwind City."

Arthas threatened while rubbing the mature woman's vagina, and before long, he felt some moisture. Mature women are sensitive; even if unwilling, their bodies are honest.

Threatening a friend's mother is a shameful act, but when consumed by lust, anything else can be set aside.

Shame, morals, none of it mattered as much as the urgent need to release inside the vagina. 

A tear rolled down the corner of Queen Consort Thalia's eye, her perfect teeth biting her lip, "Your Highness, is this fair to Varian?" 

"Of course, he wants me to take good care of you!" Arthas roared, his waist sinking, and his thick, long penis pierced through the protection of her labia, the glans pushing open the vaginal opening and entering the muddy, hot flesh. 

Moist, warm, as if enveloped in a hot spring, the tender flesh of the vagina surrounded him from all sides, an indescribably wonderful sensation. 

With closed eyes, enjoying the pleasure of being squeezed and sucked, the woman beneath him groaned due to the sudden insertion, her vagina stretching to the limit, flesh meeting flesh without any barriers. 

"Ah! Be gentle!" Queen Consort Thalia arched her white jade neck, her tight vagina almost feeling like it was tearing apart from the sudden penetration. 

Her jade hands reflexively wrapped around the young man's back, her legs forcefully spreading apart to relax the vagina as much as possible, allowing the man to enter more smoothly. 

After the penis entered, any resistance disappeared, leaving only the pain in her heart and the pleasure in her body to persist. 

"Hiss, ah, aunt, you're so tight!"

Arthas praised, his penis tightly wrapped, the friction of lustful rubbing, along with the squeezing sensation of the vagina surrounding him from all sides. 

The cunt, which had not had a cock in for several years, was really tight, and as he pumped it, the cunt became more and more slippery.

Queen Consort Talia's heart is filled with immense desolation as she is threatened and penetrated.

In her own room, she is being penetrated by her son's good friend, engaging in the forbidden act of adultery. 

Despite the inner turmoil, her long-neglected body starts to heat up. The mature woman's flesh tunnel shows remarkable adaptability. After accommodating the foreign object, it gradually secretes more lewd fluid to moisten the vagina.

The overwhelming pleasure rushes in like a tide, and she desperately tries to suppress the obscene sounds in her throat. However, she can't help but let out sharp, brief, yet extremely enticing moans, which sound so melodious.

"Ah... Aunt... Your little hole feels so comfortable... Ah... I should have... made love to you... earlier..." Arthas moves his lips to the mature queen's red lips, but she quickly moves away, seemingly wanting to maintain some purity.

"Stick out your tongue! Be obedient!"

"Um!" Tears well up in Thalia's eyes again as she obediently sticks out her delicate tongue for Arthas to suck on.

Her lower body is vigorously colliding, and the secretions are stirred up, producing the sound of lewd squelches, splashes, and gurgles. 

These sounds make her feel ashamed, yet she unconsciously twists and turns to cater to the man's debauchery, humiliatingly welcoming his thrusts. It's too shameful!