My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Well... because if this is the case, the master will be uncomfortable... even if Xiaoshuang will feel pain, Xiaoshuang does not want you to be uncomfortable..."

Frostmourne was held by Arthas, her slender lotus root arms entangled Alsace's sturdy back like vines, and then nestled in Alsace's arms, whispering.

"Xiaoshuang, you..."

Arthas was very moved. Of course he knew that his desire/hope had become a burden to Frostmourne, but...

Frostmourne's submissive attitude dispelled Alsace's desire/hope. He looked at Frostmourne affectionately and shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, Xiaoshuang, I don't want to make you uncomfortable..."

Arthas said patiently.

It’s just a little bit of desire/thought, forbearance is over, but Frostmourne is my most precious treasure.

"But master, you..."

Frostmourne can feel the master's love for him from Alsace's words, which of course makes Frostmourne happy, but...

The Little Demon Sword was able to lift up from the hardness that was tightly pressed against his lower abdomen, as if he wanted to pierce his body, without even bowing his head, knowing that Arthas was just barely enduring it.

"Master, don't bear it, Xiaoshuang will help you..."

Frostmourne sighed softly, and then slid against Alsace’s chest like a small snake towards his abdomen, and took his hands from behind Alsace and went around in front of him to relieve him. His pants.

"But Xiaoshuang, you..."

Arthas subconsciously caught Frostmourne's little hand and prevented her from continuing.

——The desire/hope that has finally faded slightly, but can't let this little magic sword pick it up again!

Alsace thought so.

"It's okay, Master, you can do what you want! Although Xiaoshuang may be painful, Xiaoshuang will try to hold it back!"

Frostmourne raised his head and said to Arthas with a smile.

"Xiaoshuang, you don't need to do this..."

Arthas looked at Frostmourne's sad face, and her eyes were full of attachment and indulgence to herself.

"Of course Xiaoshuang wants to be like this! Because Xiaoshuang is the master's fiancé! If Xiaoshuang doesn't work hard, if she doesn't pay attention, the master will be robbed by those women!"

Frostmourne said seriously.

Not to mention the pregnant/spring maidens in the kingdom of Lordaeron, just say that they are in the palace of Lordaeron. Frostmourne has many opponents!

"Is that the reason..."

Arthas looked at Frostmourne with a serious expression, and could no longer help the urge to kiss Fangze in his heart.

"Well……"

Frostmourne just wanted to take off her master's pants, but Arthas grabbed him, pressed it on the bed, and then violently kissed her lips.

Six years later, Arthas had already become a master in his almost uninterrupted drill with Frostmourne.

Now Arthas is no longer the little prince who was forced to kiss by Frostmourne on the wall. His height has already surpassed Frostmourne by a lot, and his kissing skills are at least as good as Frostmourne. There are back and forth.

Although the strange feeling on the body still existed, under Alsace's affectionate kiss, Frostmourne’s eyes became more and more blurred, and her body, from the slight tension at the beginning, became softer and softer. Getting softer...

Finally, the slender lotus arm of Little Devil Sword climbed up to the back of Arthas's neck again, and her eyes were also tightly closed together.

Frostmourne became more engaged, responding frantically to Alsace’s kiss; in the mouth closed by the four-petal lips, the tongues of Arthas and Frostmourne were constantly entangled and rubbed, and their mouths In the exchange between you and me, the body fluid of yours eventually turned into that fragrant and cool taste.

"Master, come on... Xiaoshuang is ready..."

Even the dragon needs to breathe. As Arthas loosened Frostmourne’s pink lips and gasped for breath, the little magic sword gently stroked Alsace’s strong muscles with both hands. Opening his affectionate eyes, he said in a trembling voice.

"Xiaoshuang..."

The clothes on Alsace had no idea when and where they were scattered.

He stared at the Frostmourne under him. Even though he had seen it thousands of times, the flawless body of the Little Demon Sword still filled Arthas's brain with blood.

Of course, the brain is not the only part of Alsace's body that is hyperemic.

In Frostmourne, which is not a seduction, but is better than a seduction, Arthas knelt in front of Frostmourne skillfully, his two strong and strong thighs just moved forward slightly. After moving, he squeezed into the already rotten and muddy strands of Frostmourne.

Despite all the conflicts before, whenever the entanglement reached this point, Frostmourne would always be the first of the two to sink.

The legs that were originally entangled quietly loosened a gap. I don't know if it is really powerless to resist Alsace's tyranny, or... Frostmourne's own intentional indulgence?

"Um...oh...Master, be gentle..."

After a soft, melodious, painful groan, accompanied by the whispering of Frostmourne, and the creaking and creaking softly between the bed board and the wall, this room belongs to Alsa alone. In Sri Lanka’s lounge, the whole house is full of spring.(To be continued.)

Chapter 623 Jaina's thoughts and small troubles

Although the much-anticipated competition finals were as exciting as ever, the time was too short after all. The spectators who came from Lordaeron King’s City almost had no choice but to leave after not long watching the outside of the racecourse.

The main road from Lordaeron to the royal manor was once again blocked by carriages and pedestrians.

However, on the way here, everyone talked about how prince Alsace was heroic and good at war, and how much Tyran Fording could resist in front of His Royal Highness Alsace.

When they left, the topics discussed by people undoubtedly all pointed to a question-what is the identity of the girl in blue who won the wreath of His Royal Highness?

The men were eagerly guessing the names of the noble ladies of the various big families in Lordaeron, while the girls...without exception suffered their faces.

It was not until just now that these girls realized that their prince, it was time to choose a fiancee.

This news will surely break the hearts of all the pregnant/spring girls of Lordaeron, and Jaina...Although she is not from Lordaeron, she is not in a good mood now.

"Sister Kalia, why hasn't Arthas come yet?"

Jaina didn't know this was the first time she had asked such a question. She put down the tea cup in her hand and looked out of the fence anxiously again.

"That's also... strange, doesn't Arthas know that his father is waiting for him here? Maybe there is something urgent, he and the woman have always been mysterious recently."

Kalia was accustomed to this and said indifferently.

However, if the princess knew what she had done on the bed when she knew the "mystery" between her brother and his fiancee, she wouldn't have been so calm!

"Oh……"

Jaina nodded and suppressed her anxiety a little bit.

In fact, the last time Jaina and Arthas met was only a week ago.