My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Arthas felt as if he was having a dream—in the dream, he was thrown into the icy Icecrown Citadel by the unreasonable eternal dragon Mnozdo—the difference from his own memory was that this Once, Mnozdor, the eternal dragon, didn't seem to give him a chance to redeem it. He just left himself in the empty ice cap fortress and disappeared inexplicably.

This completely different development from Alsace’s memory of course made him panic. However, this Icecrown Fortress does not seem to be a place Alsace knew well—there is no overwhelming undead Scourge. The clear Val'kyr and the Necromancer did not have... the Frostmourne that Arthas was deeply bound to.

For some reason, Arthas suddenly fell down-he found that he had no strands on his body, neither the saronite armor he wore when he became the Lich King nor his military camp in Silithus. Casual gowns that are convenient for marching.

On the mirror-like floor of the Icecrown Citadel built by Saronite, Arthas struggled to stand up like a helpless reptile-but I don’t know why. Although he didn’t have warm clothes, Arthas didn’t. I didn't feel cold, but the naked crotch didn't know why there was a little bit of coolness...

So Arthas woke up—how ​​he wished he could see the familiar brown canopy in Silithus’ camp when he opened his eyes—but he was disappointed.

Arthas opened his eyes, and as far as he could see, it was the relatively low ceiling of the lounge in the Moon Temple. The surrounding area was still lacking in sunlight, and the light blue Star of Elune glowed with crystal light.

It turned out that the experience was not a dream of my own. I was still thrown together with Frostmourne ten thousand years ago, and was forced to take on the clueless task of preventing the invasion of the Burning Legion—Alsace sounded helplessly— -By the way, what about Frostmourne?

A strange and familiar feeling came from between his legs, and Arthas propped up his upper body and looked towards the foot of the bed. Then he understood why he had such an inexplicable experience in his dreams, because...

"Xiaoshuang! What are you doing!"

Arthas yelled with some irritation—he didn't know if there were other night elves living in these lounges, so although he used the common language, he kept his voice down as much as possible.

Frostmourne still maintains the same posture that Arthas had when she just woke up-her body fell down extremely low, her full buttocks were raised high, and the tall twin peaks on the chest were too low because of the upper body. From the round appearance, it was pressed to a little flattened, and it came out from the neckline of the light blue dress of Frostmourne.

The long hair of the Little Demon Sword draped softly on both sides of the delicate cheeks, and the cheeks that would bulge when acting as a baby were deeply sunken because they were sucking the "baby" between Alsace's legs—— Little Demon Sword raised his eyelids, staring at Arthas's blushing face because of his shyness for a long time, then slowly raised his head, but his lips still held their "prey" tightly. , Until it was completely separated from the top of the mushroom, it made a soft "pop".

"Huh? Master, you are awake!"

Frostmourne straightened up and said to Arthas with a smile - if it weren't for the little magic sword with a silver thread held by his mouth, Arthas would almost think that this was just a simple morning greeting and good morning.

"Xiaoshuang, what are you doing?"

Arthas supported his body with his hands and moved back, unable to even lift his trousers, first he yelled at Frostmourne with an angry expression.

"But... Xiaoshuang was so boring when the master was sleeping..."

Frostmourne ignored Alsace’s scolding of herself. She knew that the owner would not really be angry with herself. Instead of a trace of fear, she looked like a kitten, using her hands and feet to Alsace. He climbed a few steps in the direction of his, leaning over, said pitifully.

"Then... Then I can't do such a thing while I'm asleep..."

Arthas was stunned for a moment, and his tone became hesitant-he was a normal human, perhaps stronger because of the red dragon essence of the Red Dragon Queen, but overall he was still a relatively normal human.

Arthas knew he needed to sleep, but Frostmourne never had to rest—every night when he was asleep, Little Demon Sword had to spend those lonely times alone—thinking of this, Arthas felt like... Zhi Sorrow didn't do anything wrong, did he overreact a bit?

"Oh... but now the master is awake! Is it possible to continue?"

Frostmourne continued to crawl forward. Her hands crossed Alsace's legs and leaned on his side. The neckline of the wide open dress was slightly hanging down, and a pair of plump white breast peaks swayed gently, vaguely In between, you can see the two tender "little cherries" at the top, which have now slightly expanded.

"This one……"

Faced with Frostmourne's little push, Arthas grumbled and didn't know how to respond—when was the last time Frostmourne took the initiative to woo him?It seems that I haven't been completely transformed by the Red Dragon Queen, right?Suddenly, Alsace really felt a little uncomfortable...

"Well, master... Xiaoshuang hasn't done anything shameful with the master..."

Frostmourne crawled in front of Alsace, his body straightened suddenly, his legs were slightly apart, his slender arms were placed on Alsace's broad shoulders, wrapped in the plump double peaks under the light blue dress. It was really like a small hill, pressing towards Alsace.(To be continued.)

981 You asked for this!

Frostmourne was able to control her dress freely—Alsace knew this too, although he had not figured out what Frostmourne clothes and shoes were made of—but it didn’t prevent He suddenly disappeared in front of him on that thin layer of cloth, and he was astonished when a pair of tender white pigeon-like twin peaks were naked/naked in front of him.

In this way, Frostmourne suddenly became inexhaustible in front of Arthas-that immaculate body, even though Arthas had been tossed and mocked countless times, would never lose its whirlpool attraction .

As a result of Frostmourne's early morning play, he rose more and more upright. After Little Demon Sword faded away the pale blue dress, it can already reach the depths between Frostmourne’s slender legs. The valley of yin and yang attract each other, and the positive and negative are offset, and in this valley, there seems to be a cool and mysterious spring, which can just smooth the burning fire under Alsace's lower abdomen.

That’s right, the fire—Alsace felt like he was burning all over—even though he was in an unfamiliar country and age, but...Frostmourne had already achieved this point, and Arthas felt that if he was If you pretend or be indifferent, then...what kind of man?The prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron would never shrink back at such a time!

"Xiaoshuang, this is your own request..."

Arthas quickly embraced Frostmourne’s slender waist, and his other hand had already skilfully climbed the towering side of the little Demon Sword’s chest, gently twisting the plump one that was upright. "small cherry".

"Damn!"

Frostmourne let out a cry of exclamation, and the originally straight body suddenly became a little weak and weak-the little magic sword had to wrap his master's neck with his hands, and snuggled up to avoid accidentally falling.

But Frostmourne’s softness doesn’t matter. Alsace’s body is hard enough to catch up with steel--the little magic sword that fell slightly down suddenly found that his legs had been heated by a hot, The chubby things withstood.

"Oh, master..."

Frostmourne's sorrowful mouth sent out a sweet and greasy **-Little Demon Sword knew what would happen next-that was something that made her look forward to and a little... scared.

"It's too late to say anything now. Who told you to secretly do those strange things while I'm asleep... Naughty children will be punished, understand?"

Arthas's body is very good-his hands are holding Frostmourne, but still effortlessly, he propped up his body, suddenly pressed the little magic sword under his body, and turned over. Be the master-no, it seems that he has always been the master of Frostmourne.

Frostmourne, who was underneath Arthas, only had time to let out an exclamation, and heard his master say this to himself in a frightening tone.

"Xiaoshuang is not a child, Xiaoshuang is the master's fiancee!"

Frostmourne defended unconvincingly.

"You have to be punished whether it is a child or not! It's no use crying later, understand?"

Arthas was amused by Frostmourne--I didn't expect this little girl to care about this kind of thing...

"Well...just the main master is happy..."

Frostmourne murmured, her slender arms wrapped tightly around Alsace’s broad shoulders, her legs separated, and she climbed onto Alsace’s waist-in order to please her master, Xiao Magic Sword is ready for everything.

"Xiaoshuang..."

Arthas didn’t know what he should say now—perhaps he didn’t need to say anything, and he didn’t intend to say anything—he leaned down gently and kissed Frostmourne’s forever ice-cold lips and waist. With gentle pressure, the ben, which was already hot enough to explode, slowly slid into the cool and cold valley of Frostmourne.

"Well……"

Frostmourne's arms around Alsace's shoulders suddenly tightened, and then they slumped down again--when did the master tortured Xiaoshuang like this last time?I forgot, but the owner's baby seems to be bigger than last time...Is Xiaoshuang getting tighter?Or is it another reason?Anyway... so hot, so sour...

Earlier when Frostmourne was taking advantage of Arthas’s sleep to molested her, Little Demon Sword’s own body also had a lot of reaction-it seems that this kind of ambiguous and fascinating thing is like this, once experienced, even though it is still in the heart Some fear and rejection, but even Frostmourne could not stop the sticky, cool jade syrup from gurgling out of his mouth and thighs.

Alsace hardly tried to lift his fiery bend to the depths of Frostmourne Valley-even though his strength still had a little bit to stay outside, Arthas knew he should give Frostmourne. A little time to adapt.

Even so, it made Frostmourne that hadn't been accepted for a long time to feel sad-Arthas just loosened her lips slightly, and the little magic sword made a tactful, "babble" sound.

Although Frostmourne's voice is not very high-pitched, it is not his own camp after all. He didn't want to let the movement of Frostmourne spread out, so he had to stop the lips of Little Demon Sword again and put her in two small rows. The teeth were squeezed, and in her cold mouth, she stirred her flexible tongue, sucking the sweet body fluid, and blocked all the **** in the mouth of the little magic sword, turning into a thick nasal sound.

...

Tyrande, who was peeping next door, was completely stunned-she had been surprised that Ms. Frost's ritual was so strange, and she was still in emotion when Mr. Arthas woke up.

Then Tyrande found that Mr. Alsace's expression was a little weird-although Tyrande could not understand the conversation between him and Ms. Frost, she felt that Mr. Alsace seemed to be arguing with Ms. Frost.

Then, Mr. Alsace sat up, but Ms. Shuang still kept her hands and feet together, like a vigorous little leopard, crawling towards Mr. Alsace.