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

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Azshara endured the disgust as Arthas touched her face, even going too far by slipping his hand under her clothes, grabbing her bare breasts without a bra and playing with them.

Despite being in a dream, she still felt a tingling sensation that almost made her moan involuntarily.

Azshara had no idea that Arthas desired to bring her to climax with his fingers, repeatedly and continuously, until she couldn't forget him!

In this dream realm, they existed only as spiritual consciousness their physical bodies were non-existent.

If they were to die here, they wouldn't wake up in reality.

Therefore, this place could be real or not, depending on interpretation; dreams have always been ambiguous.

"Human! Remove your filthy hands!" Azshara, suppressing the pleasure, scolded angrily, but her voice sounded weak, almost conveying a hint of coquettishness rather than resistance.

This was unbelievable how could she say such words!

But why couldn't she help trembling? What was the reason?

"Human? You are truly ignorant. Do you think you are the noblest race? Haha, you know nothing of power!" Arthas pretended to be interested, aiming to subdue this proud woman with the utmost power merely defeating her was impossible, and Azshara would never yield.

She needed to be awed, shocked, surpassing her understanding.

It was a lengthy process, understanding Azshara's history revealed her as a cunning woman with undeniable charisma.

Even after being transformed into a Naga and sinking into the depths of the sea, she still commanded a large following of loyal Naga.

This situation indicated that Azshara was not as foolish as portrayed in the game underestimating her would be the true folly.

Arthas never underestimated anyone, not even orcs; no enemy could die in obscurity.

Just like his mentor, Uther, who, despite being a newly appointed Paladin, had the qualifications to instruct him.

It was because he was the Archbishop's direct disciple, a commoner with no background but loyal and devout.

The royal family couldn't be controlled easily it was all a game.

Therefore, despite Arthas harboring inappropriate thoughts towards his mother, Queen Consort Leanne, he kept them hidden well.

No one knew what the future held his stepfather, Terenas, was not to be underestimated.

Until he had absolute power, maintaining good relations was necessary what was wrong with a closer bond between mother and son?

"Ah!" Azshara groaned as pleasure began to spread throughout her body. Just being touched on her breasts and nipples, why was her body so sensitive? "Human, you will regret this!"

"Oh, will I? I look forward to it." Arthas grinned wickedly, moving his hand down to grab Azshara's round buttocks, continuing to knead them, his fingers occasionally brushing against her labia.

This delicate contact, teasing and elusive, soon made Azshara struggle to resist.

With sheer willpower, she bit her lip, unaware that she was dreaming.

As long as she believed herself invincible, through self-hypnosis, she truly became invincible.

In one's own dream, they were the master many were unaware of this, leading to manipulation within dreams.

Despite being a magical genius, the strongest native creature, what did it matter?

She still didn't understand the rules of dreams, allowing a weak man like Arthas to toy with her.

The gentle pressure on Azshara's round buttocks, after just five minutes of play, made her wet.

A surge of arousal gushed from her vagina, spreading intense pleasure throughout her body.

Her eyes widened in delight; the ecstasy was so wonderful, causing every toe to curl in pleasure, her body emitting satisfied moans, even her mind feeling exceptionally comfortable.

Upon seeing Azshara's enchanting demeanor, Arthas inserted a finger into Azshara's vagina.

The continuous orgasms caused the labia majora, which were tightly closed to protect the vaginal opening, to open. The fingers were inserted smoothly, very compactly, and the flesh wall clung to the fingers like a suction cup, as if it was trying to suck out all the blood.

Making it seem impossible to last long before ejaculating if a penis were to enter!

Keep squirting until blood spurts out and your body is sucked dry and you won't stop!

The holy light enveloped the two, shielding their actions from prying eyes.

Not even N'Zoth could see inside he remained sealed and unable to exert his power.

The seal was only slightly loosened, far from allowing his influence to manifest. Otherwise, he wouldn't have assigned Sarvis, the Nightmare King, the task but would have set the trap himself.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes passed. Azshara continued to endure, gritting her teeth, refusing to yield no matter how intense the orgasms were. She was the proud Queen, the epitome of light—how could she possibly submit!

Arthas had no intention of engaging with Azshara sexually; clearly, completing the mission took precedence.

Their interaction was purely mental; without physical contact, it lacked perfection. Actual physical contact would have been more delightful purely mental communication fell slightly short of true connection.

An hour passed quickly. When Arthas released Azshara, the Naga Queen, her face flushed, threw a parting remark at him, "Mortal, you will regret this!"

As Azshara's consciousness returned to the Eternal Palace, a deep voice began to question her, "Azshara, why was the mission not completed?"

"Hmph, N'Zoth, I am not your subordinate. We have a mere cooperative relationship. Stop issuing orders to me. I know what to do!" Azshara snorted. Was she really going to admit that she had fled in a sorry state after being defiled by a weak creature for an hour of continuous climax?

"Deal? Oh, my Queen, our deal will indeed continue. Hehe!" N'Zoth's voice dripped with sarcasm. Referred to as a Queen, she was nothing but a playful pet to her master, devoid of any respect!