Who a King Must Do

Prologue -- A host to be repaid

"That concludes my report, High King Anduin," Genn Greymane announced and sat back into his seat on the wooden table that had hastily brought there a few days ago, and had since not moved an inch. Piles of documents were steadily added and just as little as the young king had and Genn threw his report on there in a dismissive fashion.

In the past, the exiled king Greymane would have been more orderly in his approach to documents, but since awakening to the Worgen curse he had grown more rash in many of his decision. The curse brought with it some blessings as well, despite his silver hair and beard he was full of vitality and vigour. Not just in his daily life or battle, something that his wife could attest to. She had needed...assistance in the bedroom to please her husband's desires ever since then.

"We have no food to feed them, no room to house nor anything else they might desire," High King Anduin answered what he had just heard. "Damn that banshee, her and her warmongering, honourless ways."

Indeed, this all was Sylvanas' fault, something that Genn had warned off numerous times and he was certain didn't need repetition. It wouldn't have helped the current predicament anyway.

The 'they' talked about were the night elves, a whole people pushed out of their homes in Ashenvale, Darkshore and most important of all the world tree of Teldrassil. Conquered by the Horde or burned in an effort by Sylvanas to bait them into her blighted trap in the battle of Undercity, all of these places were now devoid of their natural inhabitants.

'Poor boy,' Genn thought as he looked at Anduin, who he had come to see as a foster son, 'He grows up in times of burden.' The young king had turned eighteen at the climax of the Argus campaign. A demonic sword the size of Azeroth's moon rammed into Silithus was the worst present Genn could think off, with the Horde, in their endless bloodthirst and greed, adding insult to injury when this new resource, Azerite, had been discovered. To grant this one thing to the Horde, it was powerful enough a resource to start a war over.

Despite the stress and the battles he had been through since, Anduin looked as good as ever. Blessed with thick, platinum blonde hair and a face not even a charming painting would be able to capture, he would have no trouble chasing himself a nice lady. 'Which is what he should be doing instead of having to plan a war after we just beat the Burning Legion,' Greymane thought, clenching his fists underneath the table. Hopefully none of the few guards around noticed and drew some weird conclusions. 'He should be getting his dick wet in some nice lady, or better yet gather some experience with someone older and an incredible body.'

"I hear your problems, king Anduin," the melodic voice shocked him the same as always. Tyrande Whisperwind was as silent as the cats she rode into battle, when she so desired. Her white dress reached down to her knees, magical runes glowing on it, and was flowing through the air with every graceful step she took. She had removed the silver artefacts, more works of arts than armour, that she usually wore on top, except for the diadem in her wild, turquoise mane that branded her as the High Priestess of Elune.

If there was a person who deserved to be the definition of 'incredible body' Tyrande would have been that as the stand-in of the whole night elven race. All of the things that made females of her people outstanding, she combined. She was tall, her purple skin was without blemish, her athletic body was toned to that level where she was obviously not weak but she didn't appear to be a mountain of muscles, her high cheekbones were swung as elegantly as her deep purple lips, curved into a smile as her silver glowing eyes looked at the two of them.

"Leave us alone," she said towards the guards, in a voice that was friendly but wasn't confronted with disobedience all too often. Nevertheless, it took a nod from Anduin for them to distance themselves, closing the gates behind them. Genn noticed that the young king was having trouble keeping his eyes on Tyrande's face. He couldn't blame him.

That dress she wore left little to the imagination. Her breasts, somewhat above average size, were hidden beneath only two lines of fabric. Around her stomach it was wrapped tight, showing off her figure perfectly curving into her wide hips. The ass that must have belonged to those hips, he had seen it before in the midst of battle. It was toned, full and juicy enough that Genn caught himself hatching a plan to attempt to get one of those night elfs into his bed tonight.

"I hear your mages work day and night to provide enough water for my people, you have my deepest gratitude," her voice was as sexy as the rest of her. "I have sent many of my people out to Westfall, the druids are to help grow the crops while the rest is to help gather them."

"That is of great relief," Anduin relaxed in his chair, that information couldn't come soon enough. "Do you have any idea when this will show first results?"

"Not soon enough for us to forego rationing for a while, High King," Tyrande bowed her head, "my apologies." Genn had a very good idea how she could apologize to the two of them right now, bend over this table. "That is why I have come with a proposal," she came even closer, "to quell unrest in your people..." Genn wanted to rip that dress of her.

'What terrible things to think about the women who saved us from the curse,' he scolded himself. Then his dreams became a reality.

"...my people are going to serve the citizens of Stormwind in whatever fleshly desire they are going to have," she reached behind her neck as the two men, young and old, were too stunned to stunned to answer. The question whether she was serious or not became moot when her dress fell to the floor at the flick of a knot, just a pile of silk on the floor.

One couldn't tell if she was supposed to be a day older than thirty. Her body was as perfect underneath her dress as the rest of her had let to believe. Dark purple nipples crowned her breasts, sagging just that little bit to the laws of gravity, and trimmed pubes decorated her attractive pussy. She stood there proud and willing. "Of course, I will lead by example."

Anduin gulped, his virgin heart was having a heart time taking this. However, he was ever the honourable lad, "I cannot ask this of you or your people. Neither do I think your husband would approve if he heard of this."

"Nonsense," Tyrande, swinging her hips in a sultry way, made her way around the table and to the throne. "We are honoured to repay our most gracious hosts. Those on their way to Westfall already agreed to this. As for Malfurion, you think I was chaste in the ten-thousand years he dreamt away?" She arrived at the throne, the young king wasn't quite sure where to look.

From his position down the stairs, Genn could see the wetness spreading from Tyrande's pussy. She obviously wasn't being forced to do this by anyone. If he went with her free will, that wouldn't be immoral of him, right? He cleared his throat, "My king, it sounds like she thought deeply about this proposal."

"That I did," her sensual whisper echoed in the empty throne room. One of her hands travelled to her crotch and spread the inviting lips. They had the colour of ripe blackberries, Genn wondered if it would taste like it as well, "Just look how ready I am for you, High King. The night elves won't be ungrateful guests. Feel free to proclaim each and every one of us as public property...within certain limitations, of course."

Genn's hard dick jumped at that idea. "My king!" he said those two words as insistent as was possible. Anduin couldn't find the words to answer.

"Those of us who like it would most likely stay in that position even past our current predicament," Tyrande continued, biting her lip and moaning as she sunk one finger into her crotch.

"MY KING!" Genn felt like his pants were about to burst, and they were made to survive a transformation into a raging worgen.

"I still can't ac-" Anduin started but audibly gasped for air when Tyrande kneeled down and fondled the well visible bulge between his legs. "By the light!"

"You should at least experience what you would denying your people," the High Priestess suggested, "it won't be too late to retract the order an hour from now."

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Anduin Llane Wrynn was a king, a priest, occasionally a paladin, leader of the alliance, vanquisher of demons, peacemaker and a lot of other things. However, at the touch of this manabomb of a woman all he was was inexperienced. Thus, the young adult's sense of morality finally lost the valiant struggle against fleshly desire. It really couldn't hurt to try, right? There was also another thought at the back of his head, one lightly whispered to him by that connection to the void that his priesthood carried with him.

>The kingdom needs an heir sooner rather than latter in these times. This sow seems willing to carry an heir. Her whole race seems willing<

He scattered the thought. These came and go, temptations, nothing more. He nodded slightly, and Tyrande proceeded. Smirking, she loosened the belt and pulled down his pants. "Oh, by Elune, king Anduin," she sounded genuinely surprised at the 16-centimetre cock that flopped towards her, "You are quite big...and you aren't even fully erect yet." Those words were like honey to his ears. His shadow side had another comment to make.

>What a slut<

As his pants completely left their place and sailed to a random place in the throne room, Anduin actually thought that doing this on this sacred throne wasn't the most correct of actions. A thought that was scattered when he first felt a woman's lips on his dick.

It was hot and moist, a band of lava wrapped around the tip of his dick and slowly travelled downwards with electrifying tension travelling up his body. Her lips were like the touch of velvet, yet so incredibly tight, slurping sounds echoed through the halls as she sucked him deeper and her cheeks in. His dick was surrounded in a way that the boy, who rarely even touched himself, could not comprehend.

>I should have experienced this way sooner<

The voice was really insistent today. Anduin didn't have time to chase it away, instead he concentrated on that pleasure he felt. He looked down and found Tyrande staring at him. The actual iris of her eyes was barely visible in that sea of silver, but up this close Anduin could easily make it out. She was watching him, very carefully, checking what reactions her movements pulled out of him.

>What a nice and attentive slut<

His cock pulsed, a last rush of blood and now he was fully erect. 19 centimetres, or 7 ½ inches in outdated Stormwind units, of manhood. Tyrande pulled back up, having only gone down barely below his glans. She looked at the mighty shaft in front of her. "You are much bigger than my husband," she said while pumping her hand up and down, "which is good, between you and me, my king, he could never satisfy me in bed."

>He sounds like a total cuck. I wonder if he is still licking his wounds or maybe he is masturbating behind that door over there?<

"But this is your first time, so I understand if you cum immediately. Don't hold back, I am sure Elune will grant you the vigour to continue beyond one time," with that she went back to sucking his dick and now that he was hard inside her mouth, she was going at it for real.

With one steady push she quick went halfway down his dick before hesitating for a moment. Her mouth opened wider and Anduin felt a new kind of pleasure as he was invited into her throat. It was tight and slimy back there, quivering from suppressed gag impulses. He slid in deeper as Tyrande went further down. Then she stopped.

"What is wrong?" Anduin finally found his voice again, although it was feverish and laden with gasps for air. His body felt like it was on fire, in a good, no, ecstatic way. He couldn't even fathom. Her eyes looked up at him in a sorry way.

>That bitch can't get deeper. She bet on the fact that I would have cum by now like the average, sorry virgin<

The realization washed over him with sobering disappointment. As if on their own, his hands raised from the rests of the throne until they came at a halt on Tyrande's head. The High Priestess had attempted to pull away, but instead she was suddenly slammed down.

>But I am NOT the average, sorry virgin!<

Anduin ravaged her face, partly rising out of throne on shaking knees to thrust. The sounds that came from her started as the desperate attempts of a startled slut trying to breathe, but soon the tapping against his shin ceased and she gave into her fate. All she was, for the moment, was a cocksleeve for the High King of Stormwind. She couldn't exactly complain, this was her idea after all.

It took Anduin a solid five minutes of continuous thrusts before he finally felt his balls tighten and the pleasure he felt peak. At least that feeling was familiar, although not in this intensity. Using another person like this felt way better than just doing it by himself. It wasn't even comparable.

>And this rush of domination too<

'No!' he was suddenly disgusted with what he had done, as the fog of lust cleared from his mind. His hand darted back from her turquoise hair, his young mind immediately yearning to fill that silky softness again. To dig his fingers in and slam her right back on his dick. He shook his head to scatter those thoughts. He had to control the shadow, wield it, not be a puppet to it. He followed the light and the light was his chosen tool.

A drop of cum, still in his shaft, leaked from the tip of his dangling cock and threatened to sully the perfect red carpet that had been laying there since his father returned from Onyxia's hold. It was a precious heirloom and the shame Anduin felt as he saw it fall made the past minutes seem like a nightmare.

Tyrande caught the drop on the tip of her tongue and, in front of the young the old kings disbelieving eyes, swallowed the load. "I didn't take you for one so aggressive, kind Anduin," her voice was hoarse from the rough penetration her throat had experienced, "I like it."

>She does?<

At least the void was as stunned by this as he was. There was no doubt anymore, Tyrande Whisperwind was an absolute pervert. What's worse, one that was now showing it out in the open, a fantasy made manifest that was very much corrupting to a young man. The voice, his shadow that he always had to fight, caught up to that as well.

>And now she is mine<

"Nevertheless, I am sorry it escalated this far," Anduin told her. Now that his mind was clear again, he was certain that he couldn't just present all of his people to this temptation of easy pleasure. At least for a second that's what he thought, but his cock was still as hard as the hammer of holy wrath he would summon on Sylvanas when next he saw her. Or maybe he should do to her what he was going to do to Tyrande in a second? He cast aside those impure thoughts for the moment.

'But,' he thought to himself 'I cannot yet allow her wish, I have to experience it all before I make my decision.' "I must ask of you to show me the whole scope of your arrangement. I trust that you will do this for me, Tyrande," Anduin spoke in a commanding voice.

"Of course, young lion," the High Priestess got up and walked over to the table. Whether it was the abuse she seemingly liked or just his voice, her crotch was practically dripping. She looked at the map on top of it and gently touched the point where her home used to be, "It will be my pleasure." She threw the map off the table and sat down on it, spreading legs in wait for the king.

"I will make sure it will be," Anduin spoke, "slut." The word left his lips without him noticing. The shadow was no longer commenting, it had no need to. Shalamayne lay on the table close to Tyrande as Anduin gripped her thighs. In his father's hand it had glowed red, in Anduin's hands the light had changed to a holy gold, now it was tinged with a deep, consuming purple as well.

The two colours mixed at the edges but stayed mostly separate. White and purple, just like Anduin's large cock sliding over Tyrande's crotch. He saw the colour on his blades hilt, a cautious part of his mind whispered the remainder of his values to him. The shadow was about to become part of him and change him forever.

But the grinding of his cock against the wet snatch seduced him. The light had never offered him this kind of pleasure, it was all about being righteous no matter how willing the slut in front of him was. 'I will be shackled by needless virtue no more!' Anduin thought and pushed inside.

Immediately he was validated in his decision by the tight folds that pressed down on his shaft from every direction. Every centimetre he took was a massage over the sensitive areas everywhere along it. Tyrande moaned out loud, "You are stretching me so good, Anduin," the lustful voice, a lust he and his movement was causing, was like pale moonlight upon his ears. The shadow and the light struck a balance as Anduin's clean hands grabbed Tyrande's hips.

The war table, source of his worries, creaked and groaned under the shaking of his hips. He had never been a great fighter, but muscles he did possess and he used them to their full effect. Guided by raw male instinct, he hammered into Tyrande. The Amazonian night elf squealed as she was given the rough fucking people of her wildness not only deserved but needed. Her nails dug trenches into the wood as she screamed out. "Oh, by Elune, oh fuck, fuuuuuuuuck."

Anduin witnessed the first female orgasm he was to ever see with eyes glazed over from lust and his hips continuing to fuck her mercilessly. Her upper body was shaking under erratic breaths, head bobbing back and forth between howling at the ceiling and gaspingly moaning while watching their connection. Her crotch was a steady leaking source of squelching sounds.

Barely able to regain her voice after that, she moaned out "You still have- oh mother moon- You still haven't cum!" She sounded almost panicked, but more so excited, downright ecstatic, about that. "My king, you are...you are a man without peer!"

"Not king," he grunted, feeling her legs close behind his hips, asking him to pump his seed inside her and breed her. "To YOU, Tyrande, I am master! Your people may become public property but you will be mine and mine alone! This cunt," he slammed into her down to the hilt, balls pulsing with seed and dark magic, "belongs to me!"

"Yes, master!" she squealed, throwing her head backwards again as she felt the first spurt of semen bursting inside her. "Yes, master!" she moaned again as an unknown, terrible pleasure filled her body from her womb outside. "YES, MASTER!" she screamed as that lust reached her head, encapsulated her completely and pushed her over the edge more violently than anything had ever done. "MAASTEEEEER," her pussy squirted absurd amounts of liquids all over Anduin's giant cock as she felt magic working around her pussy lips.

Anduin saw the purple light take hold of the night elves' eyes. In his post orgasmic state, he had clarity of mind and felt appalled by what he had just done. A mark of deep purple lines, reminding the young kind of a rendition of the mane of the lion that was the Alliance's sigil, appeared around the priestess pussy lips.

He pulled out and fell into a chair, heavily breathing. The purple light slowly dimmed inside Tyrande's eyes, replaced with then normal silverfish blue, as Anduin's cum leaked out of her.

After a minute of silence, she raised her head and looked at him. He awaited her to scold him, he had let the shadow take control where he should have been wielding it in desperate times only. Instead, she smiled perversely and spread her oozing cunt with her fingers. "My king and master, you should breed this slut some more before you make the announcement."