Who a King Must Do Ch. 01

Anduin was sitting at the base of a podium that had been erected in front of the memorial to his father and everyone else who had fallen during the disastrous attack on the Broken Shore. It felt like yesterday that he had announced the end of the Burning Legion there, now he was about to announce to the world something entirely different.

In a chair right next to him sat Tyrande, clad in a silver robe that hid more of her body than her usual clothes did. Still, the only ornament she wore was her diadem. She was keeping up the dignified impression, but Anduin knew that she was naked underneath that silk. Desire to tell her to get off that chair and take her proper place to his feet was bubbling up inside him, but he wrestled it down.

He was both light and shadow, there were times to listen to one and times to listen to the other. He realized that now.

"My king, we are ready whenever you are," Genn said after stepping down from the podium. He had just finished a little introduction speech, one reminding everyone in the crowd of the atrocities that had been committed under Sylvanas command. The crowd was worked up, primal, ready to react to anything in a most extreme way.

This meant that Anduin telling him what he wanted to say today could go one of two ways. Either they would immediately accept it or they would tear him to shreds like an angry mob liked to do. "All preparations are made, my master," Tyrande whispered to him, laying her hand on his.

That reminded Anduin that, if this all went south, they could at least flee and fuck until the end of their lives in some barrack in Westfall or the plains of Arathi. Not the worst of fates. He nodded and rose, walking up to the podium with the jaw-droppingly hot night elf walking a pace behind him. "People of Stormwind, of the Alliance, these are hard times - for all of us. The war is straining our resources, taking men and women out of their homes...many of which will never return. In these times of strained supplies and shrinking families, where we must look out for one another more than any other time before. It is because of this, that lady Tyrande Whisperwind has come to me with a proposal."

He gulped, so far nothing of importance had been said, the crux came now. Heart hammering but with a steady face, Anduin informed the people gathered in front of him, from all races of the Alliance, of what had been agreed on. "The night elves, to repay the people of Stormwind have put forward the idea of signing away their rights to the humans. They will work as willing slaves under us. That means that, as long as we treat them with dignity, they will work on our fields, fulfill our fleshly desires and bear our children...or sire them if you are so inclined." The crowd was dumbfounded and silent, the only people wearing tranquil expressions of beauty and grace were the tall men and women of the Amazonian race, all clad in similar silver robes as their leader and suddenly stared at by everyone in the crowd.

"Tyrande," Anduin continued, "has declared herself the first and my personal slave. You shall hear from her that I am not making any of this up." He took a step backwards to allow the priestess to take the podium, which she did.

"It is true, people of Stormwind. It was I that made that proposal and I am not ashamed. The only two conditions we night elves have are that we are not to be tortured or treated like animals, when we are not into it, and that we cannot be bred out of existence. We are immortal, so we can have our children after you sired and bore many of my people. Night elves, answer me..." she pulled a simple pin out of the front of her robes, causing them to slide of her like a torrent of water. People in the crowd gasped and leered at the exposed purple skin of Tyrande's breasts and whatever else they could see over the podium. "...do you consent to being slaves to the humans and people of Stormwind?"

""Yes, high-priestess!"" all of the night elves in the crowd answered as one, pulling the pins of their own robes. Suddenly a large part of the crowd consisted off naked elves, male and female. The species was already famed for their beauty, as all elves were, but for this particular occasion they had covered their bodies in the waters of the moon wells. Their skin was glistening as if oiled and shining from within from arcane magic.

"Do you consent to be used sexually for the days, months or years to come?"

""Yes, high-priestess!""

"Do you consent to bearing the children of those who fight and bleed for us?"

""Yes, high-priestess!""

"Then show to them that you are slaves!"

The night elves kneeled down in the crowd, putting themselves in alluring or submissive positions. Some preferred to keep it simple, simply prostrating themselves, while others started masturbating wildly. The robes they had brought functioned at convenient barriers between them and the stone floor.

The remaining crowd was baffled, frozen in disbelief. They were having a major culture shock right now. It was still undecided whether the priests of the Light's church would start a moral outrage or mortal desires would take the upper hand. Whatever reaction came first would spark a chain reaction that would take the whole city within hours.

A single moan from the podium broke through the silence.

Anduin had waited long enough, tense in body and mind. Having stood behind Tyrande as she spoke to the crowd, he was completely captured by the sight of her back. The cascade of her turquoise hair between her perfect shoulder blades, the muscles of her back quivering as she shifted during her speech, her hips swaying her peach shaped ass tauntingly in front of him.

With an easy grab at his trousers, he undid the cord that kept them raised and dropped them. To the crowd, he was invisible behind the tall elf until he bent her forwards and over the podium. Her magnificent ass, toned from millennia of training, was shiny from the water of the moon well. She hadn't just rubbed it on herself like the common night elves, the high-priestess had bathed in those very waters as she had washed herself after spending all of yesterday serving her new master.

A master that now wanted her services once more. The mark around her pussy glistened from her sweet nectar and Anduin easily slipped inside. That was that moan that the crowd heard. "Behold, people of Stormwind, she is a giant slut!" Anduin screamed as he grabbed Tyrande by the back of her head and pulled her face up for everyone to see. "A couple simple thrusts and see what she looks like!"

Tyrande had her tongue stretched out of a wide, silly grin, her blue eyes incapable of finding something to focus on from the immense lust inside her. Part of that face was overacting for show, but it was also a combination of being fucked in front of a giant crowd, humiliated for all the world, and the brand that heightened that what she felt from Anduin. "Yessss, I am master Anduin's slut!" she screamed out.

"I own all of what she is. Isn't that right, Tyrande?" Anduin was enjoying this way too much, but he was wary of the shadow trying to take him over now. He enjoyed these moments of power, but he was perfectly aware that he needed to keep a balance. Slipping into the void completely would have had disastrous consequences for the world.

"Yes, my mouth, my pussy, my ass, all of it is yours!"

"And your husband?" that wasn't necessary for the demonstration, but he desired for her to scream it out into the world anyway.

"I have no husband, I only have you, master!" she screamed as an orgasm rippled through her.

With that announcement, they got a few shocked mumbles, the tale of Malfurion and Tyrande's love was legend. Yet, at the might of Anduin's natural skills as a lover, it crumbled. There was another big reason though.

"In ten thousand years, he could not give me what you gave me in one night!" she spoke cryptically.

"Yes, people of Stormwind, in just one night, I planted my seed inside the night elf whore!" Anduin shouted. "She made her people slave for us, and I took the offer, I bred her. She is the first slave and she shall bear the first child and it shall be heir of Stormwind! For!" he slammed into her, balls tightening. "The!" a final thrust, so hard it caused the solid wood podium to break as Tyrande was thrown against it. "ALLIANCE!" Pulling her hard by her hair, Tyrande's spine turned into a semi-circle as he spurted his seed into her for all the world to see.

There was only one more moment of hesitation. Then Genn screamed out. "FOR THE ALLIANCE!" and jumped on the nearest night elf and put her in doggy style beneath him. There was no struggle, the amazon woman took her position at the bottom immediately as she was transformed, and panted like, a bitch of heat while she was fucked by the worgen king.

"FOR THE ALLIANCE!" the crowd roared and the city of Stormwind transformed into one giant orgy. The plaza in front of the memorial became a place of flying clothes and shifting flesh as everyone threw themselves on the night elves. At first they were just ganged up upon, as they were vastly outnumbered by the rest of the crowd, but soon the merry mood jumped from just between everyone and the night elves to everyone with everyone.

The news spread through the city, as banners unfolded throughout the city making the announcement public. A chain of magical messages went all the way to Westfall. Everywhere the news hit, night elves disrobed to show the truth of those messages. Those who couldn't believe soon didn't care if it was false or not, as they would not miss out on the opportunity to fuck these tall and beautiful beings.

Dick still inside Tyrande, Anduin was approached by two more-night elves. They had hair of white and dark blue respectively and skillfully unmade his armour. He identified one of them as Shandris Feathermoon, Tyrande's adoptive daughter. "Please, King Anduin, we would like for your seed as well," the general of the sentinel forces poured inside his ear.

"Do not worry, you will receive it," Anduin ensured them, with his dick inside their enslaved leader and the smile of prince charming on his lips. When he did pull out of Tyrande, elf immediately dropped to the floor as she was robbed of all support. She grabbed onto her master's leg, an attempt to at least keep her upper body upright, and watched over the fucking crowd.

Then Shandris took her place in front of the king's cock. "I want more...," Tyrande moaned, but her legs didn't allow her what her oozing pussy demanded.

"You have had enough," the sentinel general told her adoptive mother. "It is time for your master to show the rest of us his magnificence, high-slave."

"High-slave?" Anduin asked, sliding the tip of his dick over the dark purple pussy lips of Shandris to get her wetness flowing. The dark blue ponytail her hair was gathered in bobbed when she nodded.

"High Priestess she may still be, but an additional title is befitting for her. What better than high-slave to the high-king?"

Suddenly ramming into Shandris, causing her to scream out lustful delight, Anduin answered. "You are right, high-slave is a good title for my first slut. For you just slave is enough!"

"Oh, by Elune, fuck!" her response came in moans, that only grew in intensity when Anduin grabbed her arms close the shoulders and stretched her like the figurehead of a Kul Tiran warship. "Oh my...oh my goddess...!" With the righteous power of the light, unshaking now that his people approved of his path, Anduin took her intensely. It wasn't just the shadow that could be used to dish out ultimate pleasure to all the females the high-king desired.

"Say it, slave is enough for you," Anduin groaned. "Say that, even as objects for human relief, Tyrande will always be your leader."

"If it's...if it comes along to with getting fucked by this cock, I will accept the title of filth!" Shandris cried out. "And I would never dare to betray Tyrande! We are all slaves, but she is slave to the highest of the humans, you, Anduin!"

"What a good girl I raised!" Tyrande had regained enough composure to wrap her arms around Shandris athletic stomach, anchoring herself for when she pressed her lips against the sentinel's clit and started sucking and lashing it with her tongue.

"BY ELUNE'S WET SNATCH!" Shandris cried out and came immediately. Her pussy was tight in the first place, now it became gripping like a form-fitted glove around Anduin's large cock.

A couple more thrusts, which he executed with merciless strength despite the amount of unbelievably pleasurable friction he experienced, and he felt the seed in his balls boiling. His cock pulsated, ready to shoot his baby batter inside the general and reduce her to another slut pregnant with his child. "You are right, you are filth," Anduin stated, "a filthy whore."

"Yes, yeeeeeesss, I am your filthy whore!" Shandris agreed eagerly.

"Now carry the half-sibling of Tyrande's child in you, take my seed!"

"Yes, this piece of filth will take whatever you want, do it, fill me up, make me pregnant! BREEED MEEEEEE!" Shandris cried those last words as an enormous amount of cum flooded her with holy fervour. The healing power of the light affected Anduin in an highly unorthodox way as they replenished his ballsack's contents as he came, allowing her to fill the sentinel with thick spurt after thick spurt.

When, heavily panting, pulled out of her, it was almost like the lid had been ripped off a lying bottle. The white baby batter came flowing out in an amount obscene compared to the average man. 'If I manage to master this power, I may be able to cause their wombs to bloat from all my semen,' Anduin realized as he carefully let go of Shandris. The third night elf was there to take her place immediately, but he raised a hand commandingly. "Let's continue this in my chambers," he announced.

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He awoke the next morning in a bed full of night elven and even a few human woman, who had joined the fun. The idea that he had been a virgin yesterday seemed laughable now, he had gathered more sexual experience in that past two days than others did in their entire lifetime. The only person not among them was Tyrande, who he desired more than any other right now.

She was the only one he had marked so far, a ritual whose effects he knew but not exactly how he himself did it, and the sex with her was simply greater than what he experienced with those lesser slaves. Nevertheless, he was sure he had left more than a few offspring off him last night. The line of the Wrynn family would be secure again, fanning out from him as the single chokepoint.

He found Tyrande in the moon well in the little garden where the portal to they Hyjal had been during the Cataclysm. It had only recently been erected, between the time of the burning of Teldrassil and the siege of Undercity, with holy water secured from the old temple in Darnassus. Many more like it were planned to be added to Stormwind in the coming months.

She was running the water over her naked skin. A soft gasp escaped her purple lips and she looked challengingly up to Andruin upon his arrival. Her keen senses must have heard his naked footed approach from miles away. "Master, I will be ready for you in a second."

"I see," Anduin said, he was currently in control of his Libido, so he had the patience of the young lion he usually was. Albeit his penis was quickly hardening at the sight of her washing away the love juices from last night between her legs and moaning as she did. "What if I don't feel like waiting?" he asked thusly.

"Then you will have to join me in the moon well, but that will make you subject to Elune's judgement," Tyrande told him. She cupped some of the ever-clear water between her hands. The light breaking through the leaves of the garden's trees reflected in that tiny pond, creating a small illusion of a night sky between her hands, despite it being early in the day. "The power of the starlight might tear you apart if she disapproves of you."

Anduin looked at the water. He knew that Elune was a being of the Light. Being afraid of her judgement would mean that he was now afraid of being judged by the Light itself. There was good reason to believe that, but he still walked forwards and stepped into the well.

There was a prickling on his legs, deeply painful as if someone was stabbing him with needles, that slowly creeped upwards as he wadded deeper in. The moon goddess was testing him, but he moved steadfast towards his goal. For a single moment, he hesitated when he felt that needling pain close in on his genitals, but Tyrande was waiting on all fours for him so he carried on. The pain went away and he gently put a hand on her ass. "It appears that Elune does not condemn my plans."

"Which only proves how worthless my former husband was, that she forgave me divorcing him so easily," Tyrande stated. "He woke up earlier, Anduin."

"Did he? How is the castle still standing?" the young king asked. He was perfectly aware that cucking the arch-druid had been brazen to say the least.

"He flew away in shame when he was confronted with the truth. He will come back and serve, be it only to still be around me," Tyrande explained to him.

"I see...let's move onto more pleasant topics. Did you mean it when you said that your mouth, pussy and ass were all mine?"

"Of course, master, these are holes fit for your to use as you see fit," she reached behind and spread her ass cheeks, "I would be happy to be the first in everything for you. Your first blowjob, your first pussy, your first slave and now your first asshole."

Anduin dipped his fingers into the water of the moon well and smeared it around the deep purple of her puckered asshole. "Then you will be the woman that I will use to learn how to fuck," he stated, "to give you many more sister slaves."

"Are you referring to these plain ones in the bedroom?" she asked. "And I do not want to state that they weren't beautiful, but they were just not on my or your level, master. A harsh, but simple truth."

"No," Anduin pressed the head of his cock against her back entrance and forcefully widened the hole with his phallus. "I mean powerful woman of every faction, united as my slaves. It has occurred to me that the reason war always breaks out is because the world is not unified. When I hold all the gorgeous whores-to-be of this world under my sway, then the world will know peace."

"Oh, master, yes, that is the kind of firm talk that will win us this war!" Tyrande moaned out approvingly as his cock vanished bit by bit inside her soft ass.

"Woman like Jaina, Moira and Maiev," Anduin grunted. "And Liadrin, they will all serve me, no matter the side. Even great forces like Alexstrasza will sink to their knees to taste my cock once I am through with them."

"In Elune's name, fuck yes," Tyrande's eyes were becoming glassy from the fantasy. "They will all know the glory of serving you."

"Yes, and in the end, even Sylvanas will be a willing hole," Anduin opened up just as he had penetrated all the way into the priestess. The hole tightened around her in shock, as her wide open eyes attested.

"You cannot be serious, Anduin, that undead bitch has to die," Tyrande told him. "She burned Teldrassil."

"And she will be reduced to a dribbling cocksleeve," he assured her. "But for the sake of peace I must control all of the powerful woman in this world. Whenever I turn away from something for a minute, one of you becomes murderous and ruins the plans of the Alliance for peace. No more, as you have demonstrated to me, all races in this world shall become willing breeding slaves to the humans." And he would personally see to all of those that didn't have too much fur or rotting flesh.