My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Arthas looked at Frostmourne's weak and weak look, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Even after being transformed by the Red Dragon Queen, Arthas was not Frostmourne's opponent at all; the strength of the Little Devil Sword was much better than him, and more importantly, Frostmourne had many spells emerging in an endless stream.

Only in this situation could Arthas fully feel the conquest of Frostmourne.

The great psychological pleasure enhanced the physical pleasure/sensation, allowing Arthas to speed up his movements involuntarily.

"Xiaoshuang, if you bear it, I will be almost..."

Actually, there is no need for Frostmourne reminder, Arthas also knew that he was delayed here too long.

How long has passed?Two hours?Three hours?Or more?Even Frostmourne has reached the peak of pleasure four times.

The sheets under Arthas and Frostmourne were wet, and Frostmourne couldn't sweat, and Arthas was far away from that kind of fatigue.

These liquids all come from Frostmourne...

——Thinking about this, Arthas let his gaze involuntarily glance at Frostmourne's shallow black grass, which was already a little swollen and flared.

"Woohoo..."

Frostmourne could no longer answer Alsace's words, the slight pain and distance stimulation made her only follow the body's instincts and return to the most primitive wildness.

Perhaps the power of Frostmourne is comparable to Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, and perhaps her true identity is more noble and mysterious, but at this moment, she is just a woman, a woman who is being "loved" by her beloved master The little magic sword.

Her natural physical structure made her extremely vulnerable at such times. As Arthas's movements became larger and larger, Frostmourne's voice became hoarse.

Finally, Frostmourne, the conflict between pain and comfort, ushered in her fifth time.

"Yeah!"

A high-pitched scream erupted from the already hoarse throat of Little Demon Sword, her body was convulsed violently, and the sound of teeth fighting could even be heard..

The original white and flawless jade/body has completely turned pink, with small granular protrusions on every inch of her skin trembling in the air.

The peak this time was a bit more intense than every time before. Arthas only felt that his heart was tightly wrapped by a strong pressure, like a sucker for an octopus, and like a deep sea. The whirlpool of the name.

Even with a body as strong as Alsace, he couldn't control this extreme psychological and biological/physical stimulation. Amidst love, guilt, comfort and pleasure, his body shivered slightly, his hands were also He held Frostmourne's slender waist tightly, and then let out a low roar like a dragon.(To be continued.)

Chapter 625 Do not bully Jaina!

"Uuuuu... the master is a big bad guy..."

When the wind stopped and the rain stopped, Frostmourne fell weakly on the bed, her black hair clinging to her red carcass/body messily, and the plump/rich double/peaks undulated violently.

"Xiaoshuang...I'm sorry..."

Just one venting didn't make Alsace's desires/hope down completely, but it was enough to make him sober.

Seeing the tender and feeble Frostmourne, Arthas felt ashamed, and couldn't help but leaned in front of her, put her arms around Frostmourne's small body, and pressed her delicate face to his chest warmly, muttering Whispered.

"Okay...Okay, master... don't talk about this... Xiaoshuang survived! Everything is over!"

Hearing Arthas said this, Frostmourne felt a little uncomfortable, and she quickly comforted her master.

"Really? Then let's do it again..."

When Arthas heard that Frostmourne was so virtuous, he couldn't help but said with joy.

"Lord, lord, lord... The lord is a big bad guy! Oh... Xiaoshuang no more..."

Arthas' words obviously made Frostmourne a big jump, and she was in a panic trying to get away from Arthas, and she cried loudly.

"Okay, okay, scare you..."

With a gentle smile on his face, Arthas gently grabbed Frostmourne's struggling body, held her in his arms, and gently stroked her hair.

"Huh... Master is the worst, he will only bully Xiaoshuang!"

Frostmourne was held intimately by her master, and the grievances and fear in her heart were suddenly weakened. She leaned on Arthas's body and said with her mouth curled.

"Don't Xiaoshuang like being bullied by me? Then... I will bully others? For example... How about Jaina?"

Arthas looked at Frostmourne's pouting cute face, and couldn't help joking.

"No! No, no, no, no!"

Frostmourne exploded at once, she twisted her head hard, turned to stare at Arthas's face, and said angrily.

——Because it is very important, repeat it three times!

"Xiaoshuang is the master's fiancee, and the master can't do the same thing with that bad woman Jaina...the same thing as Xiaoshuang!"

Frostmourne said anxiously, even though six years have passed with Arthas through the time stream, but for Jaina, the woman who had the most intimate relationship with Arthas in the original time stream, Frostmourne I have been unable to let go of my guard.

"I know, I know... Hurry up and get dressed, my father is still waiting for us."

Arthas patted Frostmourne's head like a kid, and said dozingly.

"Oh……"

Frostmourne nodded obediently, and then waved his small hand, the pale blue skirt lying beside the bed suddenly disappeared, and then reappeared on Frostmourne in the next second.

"This spell is really convenient..."

Arthas shook his head, then looked at the clothes that he was throwing all over, and said helplessly.

"Oh!"

As Arthas was collecting his clothes, Frostmourne, who was already neatly dressed, suddenly let out a scream.

"What's wrong, Xiaoshuang?"

Arthas asked questioningly as he lifted his pants.

"No...nothing..."

Frostmourne blushed, standing beside the bed with his back to Arthas, and said hesitatingly.

But where Arthas could not see, a small hand of Frostmourne unconsciously stretched under his skirt, and when it was taken out again, it was already covered with crystal clear slime.

"The master is really... he made this kind of stuff everywhere in Xiaoshuang..."

Frostmourne murmured, then reached into his skirt and took out two of them.

The frost grief of the extremely sensitive skin can be clearly felt, a hot liquid is overflowing from my own thighs/spaces, flowing slowly down the thighs.

Frostmourne's body has always been cold, and this kind of warm thing can only come from her master, Arthas who is busy getting dressed.