At this moment, Arthas opened the jar, and a unique aroma of blueberry wine immediately spread throughout the living room. Aged for twenty years, it naturally takes a long time to develop. In modern technology, there's no way to accelerate the aging process of wine, but in a world of swords and magic, it's easily achieved!
After serving a glass to each woman, Arthas took a sip from his own glass. It was sweet, fragrant, and somewhat intoxicating.
"Ah! Good wine, don't be shy, come try it. Chromie, stop daydreaming and drink!"
Chromie's expression was somewhat dazed, and she glanced at Arthas with gritted teeth, "Why wine?!"
Emeriss elegantly took a sip from her glass, and it was indeed superb. Sometimes, the life of a dragon can be a bit dull; she should really learn how mortals live.
Suddenly, she felt a thump in her chest, a nightmare-like palpitations. The long, pure white fingers released a hint of black mist, causing her some pain.
"Why? Didn't you just make it yourself? This newly brewed wine, after using time magic, becomes the fine wine of 10 or 20 years! Naturally, the taste is superb! Come, try a glass; you'll be very pleased." Arthas awkwardly toasted Chromie, realizing that this might indeed be a bit of an overkill.
"A..R..T..H..A..S!" Chromie's expression was somewhat dark as she took a sip of the fruit wine— it was incredibly smooth. "Fine, if you don't satisfy me, I will make you regret it!"
Calia giggled, covering her mouth as she watched everything unfold. She wasn't sure of Chromie's strength, but it was clear she sensed it was beyond her capability. Although the four dragons had not revealed their true forms, when they appeared, even the murlocs dared not approach, let alone attack.
The blue dragon, Tarecgosa, noticed Emeriss's expression and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
"Um, Your Highness, I have some issues I need your help with." Emeriss was straightforward, as she was personally assigned by Ysera.
In fact, she had already been corrupted while on duty in the Emerald Dream—it was a strong corruption that even Ysera could not resolve. After witnessing Arthas's abilities, she was sent here, hoping Arthas could help. "Shall I take a look?" Calia, being a priest, thought she might heal Emeriss a bit.
Arthas stopped Calia, saying to Brigitte and Marlan, "This is an evil power, similar to the power that controls and tempts orcs to become bloodthirsty. You should go back first and enjoy the wine. Don't worry about me; I can handle it. The reconstruction of the farm still needs your leadership, Chromie; you should leave too."
"Oh, you don't need our help?" Chromie raised an eyebrow, clearly still not quite over the shock, feeling a bit irritated, as if she had been summoned for something divine, only to find out it was about winemaking! It really ticked her off!
"It's not your specialty; leave it to me." Holy light rose in Arthas's hands, and his expression became focused, shifting from jovial to serious. This contrast did not feel abrupt; rather, it was quite admirable.
A man should indeed have a serious work ethic. Chromie shrugged and left with the time-accelerated fruit wine. She was just saying it casually; if she really had to help, she wouldn't know how, so she might as well go out and have fun. Tarecgosa followed, obviously looking like a good little child.
As for Keristrasza, she gave Arthas a meaningful glance and said softly, "If you need me, Your Highness, feel free to ask."
Gazing at those rich, full lips, Arthas suddenly felt an urge to push his member into her mouth—such thick lips would surely feel wonderful wrapped around him.
"If I need to, I will speak up. Once I'm done with my business, perhaps we can have a chat."
"Then I look forward to your arrival, Your Highness." Keristrasza's humanoid form was that of a tall human woman, and she could freely change into various forms. Most dragons choose comfortable appearances; flexibility is crucial to ensure they don't feel constrained, for that would be self-inflicted suffering.
After everyone left, Arthas finally helped Emeriss into the room. "Take off your clothes."
"Mm." Emeriss removed her clothes, revealing her smooth body. Her snow-white skin bore tattoos of vines and flowers, presenting both a gentle naturalness and a wild sense of conquest. On her long, fair legs was the tattoo of a rose; when her legs were spread apart, it was like the bloom of a flower, incredibly alluring and sexy! From her appearance, she seemed to be a very tranquil type, but unexpectedly, her inner self was so wild!
"Beautiful," Arthas remarked as he reached out to touch her delicate breasts, which looked small, yet surprisingly, his hand couldn't fully cover them all!
"Mmm, thank you!" Emeriss frowned, unsure how Arthas would treat her. She only knew that Queen Ysera had sent her to act as a liaison for Arthas and to see if she could alleviate the corruption from her nightmares. Since Ysera's own nightmares had mostly been cleared, looking at the delicate body before him, Arthas suddenly felt a primal urge.
"The corruption of the queen's nightmares was dealt with in the Emerald Dream, requiring the destruction of the nightmare influence; otherwise, the corruption would persist and ultimately lead to loss of control."
"Your corruption runs deeper than Queen Ysera's, but its quality isn't as severe. I can help you heal and even recover and aid you later in resisting the dreams' corruption, but the treatment method may be somewhat... unconventional."
"Just speak plainly, Your Highness; you are a very straightforward human, and I appreciate that." Emeriss felt the man's fingers touching her sensitive areas, resembling more of a debauchery than treatment.
The impossible often turns out to be very likely. Just like the corruption from dreams, it was once deemed impossible. Who would have thought it could be possible?
"I need to mate with you every so often. I have the blessing of the Titans, and mating with me benefits you. After Onyxia inherited the protective power, it was through mating with me that she stabilized and became immune to corruption and whispers."
Arthas squeezed Emeriss's perky backside hard; he had killed all day and had encountered dangers with Vashj on the beach, suppressing his pent-up frustration, and was now eager to vent on a woman.