It wasn't until midnight that Arthas finally left, leaving behind a completely broken Moira. This Dark Iron Dwarf Queen had been violated and filled with seed right after her husband's death.
One could tell how badly she had been played just by looking at her "cunt," which was gaped open, semen still oozing out with every pulse of her body.
Back at his quarters, Arthas found Onyxia to discuss the matter of Ragnaros. Having already vented his lust, his desire wasn't particularly strong.
Onyxia's smiling lips seemed to hold a hidden meaning, as if she had already guessed her husband had gone out for a "snack," but she didn't condemn him. Instead, she proactively seduced Arthas, demanding the man "pay his taxes" to her once more!
A consort could become pregnant, and Onyxia had been receiving internal ejaculations constantly. There was no telling when she might conceive.
Magni had withdrawn the Ironforge army, leaving only a few Dwarf mages to assist Arthas. Nominally, they were there to aid his brother Muradin. An army-scale assault was not suitable for dealing with the Firelord; it required an elite strike team to end the battle quickly.
Jaina and Lady Jandice stood before the Molten Core, researching the magic within. It contained pure elemental power, and the restless energy was bound by a force that formed a lava barrier to prevent ordinary creatures from entering.
"In five days, it will be the time to report to Ragnaros. That is when the gates of the Molten Core will open." Moira had regained her composure, sitting down for the meeting with a calm face. No one would guess that Arthas had found her earlier and forced her to go another round. At this very moment, his semen still remained inside her meat-hole.
She didn't dare speak too loudly, as the vibrations of her body might cause the fluid to leak out. If the thick scent of semen spread, it would be a devastating blow to her dignity. She hated her inability to refuse Arthas, and she hated how he toyed with her!
"If Ragnaros realizes there is an intrusion, he will certainly close the gates of the Molten Core immediately. We must find a way to solve this. Otherwise, if our retreat is cut off, the team inside will be in danger of being wiped out!" Brigitte proved to be an outstanding commander, much like her aunt Marlene.
One was young, the other mature and voluptuous; one was suited to be a leader, the other a strategist and commander.
"Do not worry about that. I will break the gate's seal. The Black Dragonflight will assist you, led by my husband." Onyxia always maintained a haughty demeanor in front of outsiders, a delicate magical circlet resting on her smooth brow—a crown symbolizing her status as a queen.
As the Black Dragon Queen, she had to mind her appearance. Being intimate with Arthas didn't mean she was on good terms with other races. Arrogance wasn't something that could be changed in a day or two; it was a long-term process.
The discussion regarding the Molten Core continued without pause. Though Moira was the Queen, she needed to achieve something to prove she was a capable leader.
This was the only way the Dark Iron Dwarves would respect her and follow her commands, rather than the current state of looming internal division. Thus, killing Ragnaros and saving the Dark Iron Dwarves from slavery became the top priority.
Onyxia's involvement was purely to complete the task and incidentally make a name for herself as the Black Dragon Queen; otherwise, the other Dragons might not recognize her strength and methods. It was also to secure some spoils of war; dragons loved shiny things, and surely the Molten Core held some treasures.
As for Arthas, his goal was simply to complete the mission given by the system. Fucking the Dark Iron Dwarf Queen during the process was merely an "accident." Besides, he hadn't tasted a female dwarf before, and trying it out had indeed been very pleasurable.
A female dwarf's vagina was quite short, making it easy to bottom out, and it was tight and thick-walled. If his cock wasn't so resilient, it might have been squeezed to the point of swelling.
"Five days is enough for us to prepare. Our goal this time is to kill Ragnaros. There is a barrier between the Elemental Plane and the physical world. If we kill him here, he will only be reborn in the Elemental Plane. He will be very weak then, and without someone on the outside to summon him, he cannot leave the elemental barrier of his own accord.
Therefore, even if we kill him, he cannot retaliate. If you are truly worried, we can find a chance to go to the Elemental Plane and kill him there in the future; then Ragnaros will be gone forever." Arthas was never worried about so-called Elemental Lords. No matter how long they lived, they could be enslaved.
"I, Muradin, Jaina, Jaina, Illucia, Vanessa, the Windrunner Sisters, the Black Dragonflight, and a squad of Dark Iron Royal Guards will head inside. I and the Black Dragonflight will deal with Ragnaros, while the others handle his minions. Given the temperatures and lava inside, we must prepare appropriate countermeasures."
At that moment, a Gryphon Rider flew in from outside, bringing news.
"The main Alliance forces have retreated to Stormwind and are now heading back home. The reconstruction of Stormwind is proceeding smoothly, though there was a bit of trouble. Some nobles tried to cause a stir, but Varian handled it." Arthas narrowed his eyes as he read the message.
It seemed people had noticed the profits to be made from rebuilding Stormwind. But so what if they noticed? To want a piece of the pie without the capability was just asking for death!
Following this, everyone began their pre-war preparations. Jaina, in particular, had seen her magical prowess grow by leaps and bounds during this period. Tempered by the battlefield, she could successfully cast spells in harsh environments and adapt her magic to complex terrain.
This wasn't something she could learn in a classroom; the more she used it, the more proficient she became. She was increasingly taking on the air of an Archmage, performing exceptionally well in both frost and spatial magic.
Jaina was as excited as ever. Upon learning her brother was taking her to challenge the Firelord, she felt no fear, only intense excitement. If the setting were different, she might have even wanted to give her first time to Arthas. This period was the happiest and most joyful time of her life—she could do as she pleased, free from all restraints.