"Yes, Your Highness." Illucia let out a sigh of relief. Sitting here had been something of an ordeal for her. The scheming among nobles left her feeling exhausted, and she had been forced to learn magic merely to improve her station, finding no joy in it. She never had the time or energy to do what she wanted. Now that she had the chance, she was naturally relieved, and even a little joyful and excited.
Only Lady Jandice and Arthas remained in the room, which was the outcome he had wanted to see. The Scholomance instance was a tragedy. The vast castle estate of the Duke of Alterac, the Barov family, had become a base for the living dead, a place to cultivate liches and acolytes. A perfectly fine castle of the living had turned into a castle of the dead. The reasons behind it were unknown; it could have been despair, or it could have been a last-ditch struggle.
Whatever the possibility, Arthas had found a way to control Lady Jandice from her expression just now. If controlled well, this woman could bring him great benefits. Just like Queen Talia—though she was still a refugee, if she just said the word, many noble lords would have to rely on Arthas's aid to get through the difficult journey of restoring their kingdom, and the resources they'd have to pay would be more than enough to recoup his investment.
Arthas stood up, walked over, and pinched Lady Jandice's chin, lifting her head to look at her beautiful face. Her voluptuous body was hard to hide even under her magic robe. "The red dragonflight commands the power of life. On the continent of Kalimdor, there is a race called the night elves, who call themselves the Kaldorei. They do not age, nor do they get sick, unless they die by accident. Do you know why?"
"Why?" Lady Jandice had heard stories of the night elves. Even if she had never been there, she had heard of them; one could hear many rumors in Dalaran.
"Because they all have the blessing of the Dragon Aspects, a reward for the great price they paid to repel the demons in the War of the Ancients." After speaking, Arthas reached into Lady Jandice's collar, slipping his hand past the edge of her bra to grasp and knead the snowy-white softness.
"We can also receive this blessing, and I already have. You can also receive this honor, but it will require you to give everything. Including your knowledge, and your body. Do you know how old the Red Dragon Queen is?"
"I don't know." Lady Jandice had never even heard of the Red Dragon Queen. In this era, dragons were still extremely mysterious beings to mortals. They only knew they existed, but they didn't know about the dragon hierarchy, only that they were long-lived and powerful. She didn't even resist Arthas's indecent advances, her attention completely captivated.
"She has lived for at least twenty thousand years, and that's a conservative estimate. Heh, the last time I saw her, she still had the appearance of a beautiful young woman. That is eternal life, where even one's appearance never ages! Do you want this gift?" Arthas began to pull off Lady Jandice's magic robe, lowering his head to suckle on her nipple. Even after bearing three children, it was still so pink.
Other men's wives were always the best. Playing with a mature woman like this gave Arthas a great sense of accomplishment. Especially playing with a mother and daughter together—the feeling was something he found hard to resist.
"Oh, I want it! I'm willing to give everything!"
If Lady Jandice hadn't witnessed the allure of the essence of life, she probably would never have agreed. But thinking of the dragons who vouched for Arthas, it was clear he was favored. If she didn't seize this opportunity, she would be a fool.
"Then let me see your sincerity. A so-called duchess, heh. In the future, I can make you an archmage with immense power. You want to conduct magical experiments? I can have elven mages assist you. You want magical materials? My trade caravans will satisfy you. Come, let me see your worth!" Arthas took off his pants, releasing his erect, massive cock and slapping it against Lady Jandice's face with a hint of humiliation.
The rich, masculine scent of his member washed over her, and Lady Jandice's breathing quickened. She reached out with a fair, jade-like hand and stroked the thick, long cock. The purplish-red, large glans quivered, the shaft covered in blue veins. It was as wide as an adult's three fingers put together, and its length was terrifying, a good bit longer than an adult's palm. As a slight breeze blew past, she smelled a rich aroma.
"So long, so big, so thick!"
"Then serve it well!" Arthas's smile turned lecherous. Before his system awakened, all his inner thoughts were suppressed, and he didn't dare express them. Although it was a medieval world of sword and sorcery, without power, even a prince's position wasn't secure. The longer he was suppressed, the more intense the psychological changes became. Before, he would never have dared to do something like forcing himself on a duchess. As he succeeded with more and more women, his courage grew, to the point where he even once wanted to touch his own mother.
She reached out to support Arthas's thighs, opened her small mouth, and her rosy lips enveloped the head of his cock, sucking it in bit by bit.
Lady Jandice's thick, sexy lips wrapped around Arthas's penis. He took a satisfied breath. Her tongue eagerly licked all around the large glans, the tip even circling it. Her mouth quickly filled with saliva, as if this rod of flesh was some kind of delicacy in her mind.
"Ah! That feels good! Very nice!" Arthas patted her head in encouragement. A mature woman was a mature woman; her mouth skills were truly excellent.
After swirling her tongue around in a daze for several circles, Lady Jandice began to go deeper, swallowing more of the penis until the meatus hit the back of her throat. Her face flushed red, the soft flesh of her mouth fitting perfectly against the cock. Then she began to bob her head up and down, her body even moving side to side as if self-taught. As her head moved with her body, the glans rammed around inside her mouth, crystalline saliva dripping from the corners of her lips and down the shaft of his penis.
Desire drove her to serve Arthas. Not sexual desire, not a carnal craving, but the desire for an extended life and increased power. No one could refuse such a gift. The gift of power. Things that often seemed impossible led to a very natural fall from grace, all driven by inner desire.