Who a King Must Do Ch. 06

The throne room of Stormwind, the place where the most important decisions for the future of the Alliance, one of Azeroth's two major powers, were made. A place of dignity, wisdom and naked people getting orally pleased by their inferiors and (sometimes) superiors.

A new kind of table had recently become popular in noble circles. On the surface, it was just a regular oak table. The only real difference was that it was a bit taller than usual. However, if one looked under the table, one found that it had segmented platforms that were perfectly lined up with where the seats (actually part of the table) were at. it was a bit higher than usual to make room for the gnomish-dwarven engineering that allowed the platforms to slide backwards or sideways.

This table was called the 'Mouth-Slut-o-Table-o 2XXX' and allowed not only for easy exchange of oral sluts, it also allowed them to go down the line. This technology had sparked a new kind of contest in the cities where men or women would sit down, the opposite gender taking a position under the table and then were handed down the line and given points by the seated people. Competitive oral was the new hotness in Stormwind.

The receivers weren't the only one who profited from the MS-Two (the popular acronym for the table) as the platforms under the table were highly customizable. Cushions, dildos, extra hard surfaces and these new things called vibrators, they were all applicable to the platforms. They were even adjustable in height to give all gnomes and dwarves equal access. Truly the only drawback of the MS-Two was that the platform ejected at the far side had to be manually slid back into the device. A minor price to pay for the ease of slut accessibility.

Several other versions were currently in developments, allowing for easy anal or vaginal usage. More fringe products were the riding bench, allowing women to ride live studs, or the spit roast conference table.

The MS-Two's in the throne room, one on either side, was a gift from the company that made them and were the largest in the whole city and currently the world. Just another example of how much the economy was booming. As was predicted, the table saw a lot of work and sluts and studs alike were happy that they no longer had to crawl around and kneel on stone all day. A lot of back problems and kneecap pain was being fixed thanks to that invention.

Another difference in the throne room was the addition of a second, smaller throne next to Anduin's. A parting gift from Katherine, a piece of dark stone with the anchor of Kul Tiras inlaid at the back. Unlike that underneath of the tables, that throne was usually vacant. Why?

Because Jaina was of course on her knees, sucking her husband's cock in public like a proper wife did in the new Stormwind ways. Which she was majorly influencing herself, because she had said exactly that's how thing should go in a speech she had given in Goldshire recently. All over Stormwind, men were getting more dominant and women more submissive. It was a shift that Anduin's repeated displays of public manliness had majorly influenced.

Of course, the sexually liberated culture of Stormwind did not condemn dominant women or submissive men in the slightest. It was just general trend for the people that looked to the ruler that had given them so much for guidance. The people called him 'High King Manduin the Greatest' since they could not imagine anyone, even his many, many sons and daughters, to ever rule as greatly as he had done so far.

Jaina was slurping on his cock in an attempt to finally get down all the way to his base, a feat she still didn't manage to do after days of training. As quick as the arch mage on the uptake, her body didn't quite follow her lead yet. Yet being the operative word, as she retreated after getting further down than ever before. Coughing, she pulled back to give Shandris the room she needed. The midnight-blue haired sentinel forced herself all the way down.

Even she was having trouble. There was a good reason for this. His had dick been getting bigger. It was almost too big for comfort now, but only almost. According to his slaves, it stopped just before their womb, which was the perfect length to shoot his seed as deep into them as possible without causing any unpleasantries. As to why it had been growing, if his endless sexual stamina had been a blessing from Elune and her waters, then his stallion's cock was probably an after-effect of the blessing he had received at his wedding.

"Aaaah, master," Tyrande gasped, massaging her crotch for the whole court to see and envy as she kissed her master's seed-filled sack. He rubbed one of her long ears between his fingers and she purred and nudged into the move like a cat. A very needy cat that came on the white floor to his feet. He had the carpet put somewhere where it was in less risk of getting tainted a while ago. "master, I want to taste your cock again."

"You get to taste much more than that in a second," Anduin said a moment before grabbing Shandris, at the centre position of the trio for a change, by the top of her bound hair and roughly pulling her over his cock like a mere tool. In response, Shandris did not object, quite the opposite, she groaned lustfully what she could in her airless situation and let it happen with delight.

When he felt his lust boiling over, he pushed her away until only the fat head of his cock remained in her mouth and then loaded her up with his seed. To Shandris, and indeed all of his marked slaves, it was delicious nectar that caused their brains to swim in a pool of raw love and pleasure. It was like a drug to them, but a drug that they only got hooked on after they were already addicted to the source.

"Share with your sister slave and your queen," Anduin demanded and watched for a second as they engaged in a greedy three-way kiss. The only thing that was keeping Tyrande and Jaina from just ravaging Shandris was the threat that she may gulp it all down by her lonesome or - worse - some would drop to the floor. Not that they wouldn't have licked it off from before their master's feet, it was just preferable to get it served hot mixed with the sweet saliva of their fellow slaves. That taste, to them, was only trumped by eating Anduin's load straight out of another woman's cunt.

Soon his load was equally distributed between then three of them. Their dripping pussies were on display for all the court to see as the taught skin of their perfect asses rose slightly above their heels. They had left their king's erection unattended for their own desires for too long. Their desires to taste him to come second to pleasuring him. He was the master, handling that differently would have been shameful for a proper slave.

"Good girls," Anduin complimented them and in turn got three pairs of eyes looking up to him in a worshipping way. They would have answered, but they were all so busy with sucking on his shaft and balls, exchanging kisses over the engorged head and all around doing, with their mouths, deeds more important than words.

The females in the court mumbled in envy. They too wanted to be called a good girl by their deeply attractive and dominant king. Anduin was mightily tempted to gesture at a baroness with a particular impressive pair of tits to come up to his throne and give him a double boobjob together with his queen, but there was an actually important matter at hand.

"So how is the situation in Westfall?" the High King asked, directed at the lords and ladies in charge of that particular area. A redheaded man nodded towards his compatriots to show that he would be the one to answer. When he rose, the slurping sound of a cock getting retracted from a slutty throat echoed through the room. A muttered "I want more..." from the oral whore under the table.

The man was hairy downstairs, something that Anduin hoped he could fix by leading by example. According to every single one of his slaves, giving a deepthroat only to be greeted by a tingling mess of hair was the worst. They would still do it to taste his cock, but they much preferred his pubic hair to be kept in check. Being a master meant to take care that once slaves were happy and as such some work must be put into oneself. Anduin always spread that message, lest the people forgot that what they had was a privilege, not a right.

"High King Anduin, the situation in Westfall remains largely unchanged. The remainder of the Defias continue, as their name implies, to defy us. However, ever since, in your and the High Priestess infinite wisdom, you made the decision to give us willing elves to breed the Defias has been losing support. After all, those who live in camps outside the cities do not have access to such willing whores," the redhaired man concluded his report by adding. "The strife that the black dragon Onyxia left us and your father couldn't solve may see it's end in just a few years. You are truly the Greatest of Stormwinds kings." He sat back down and his erection, slowly drying in the air as he had been speaking, got fresh saliva applied to it.

Anduin's fingers sunk into the volume of Tyrande's turquoise hair and pulled her over his shaft. Raising slightly out of his seat, he facefucked her while he answered. "I see then...but they continue to harass our grain shipments, is that correct?" the men marvelled at his ability to speak so cleanly while his enormous cock vanished all way into the high slave's throat over and over again.

The woman in the meanwhile, touched themselves imagining it was them getting their throat fucked so roughly. It was confusing to not a few of them, were they not usually into that sort of thing, but seeing the muscular, vital form of the young king and the cascade of sexual fluids as she very visible came from the asphyxiating handling she was going through.

"Y-yes my king," the redhaired noble stuttered both in awe and due to the fact that he could not hold his voice steady while receiving even a basic blowjob.

Anduin delayed his answer by a thoughtful second to slam to the base into Tyrande's throat and shoot his semen directly down into her stomach. Her eyes rolled back with that typical purple light that flared up when slaves were receiving of his seed, sending them beyond ecstasy the humanoid mind was meant the comprehend. "Every ounce of grain that we lose is a resource we cannot afford to," he said.

"Right you aaaah-are, my liege," the noble agreed. "But what are we to do?" he was watching, like the whole court, as the High King pushed the messy Tyrande of his cock and gently turned her to lean against the right armrest of his throne.

Her body was convulsing, her hand hammering into her own cunt reflexively. The leaf-like marks around her eyes twitched, gave the impression of run-down mascara in combination with the tears that had streamed down her face. A pure reflex of her body when it had been unable to breathe, nothing more and combined with her stretched out tongue, coarse moans and hair sticking to her face from the sweat, she was the very embodiment of a perfect sex slave.

Jaina and Shandris, both somewhat messy themselves with braid and ponytail becoming undone over the course of a standard court session, looked at their sister slave enviously. Then it was only Shandris, as Anduin grabbed his queen next and was in her throat a mere moment later. The game repeating itself.

People could hardly believe that he was dealing this way with the High Priestess of the moon goddess and one of the most powerful mages to walk Azeroth. To Anduin, both of those were just sluts for his cock. No amount of envy or trying from others could ever rip them away from him.

"If they are as weak right now as you say they are, then this is our opportune time to end them," Anduin announced to the rhythm of Jaina's happy gagging on his slick cock. "I will travel to Westfall myself and see to it that the Defias brotherhood is finished forever." The people in the room cheered. He came inside Jaina's mouth, causing his queen to orgasm in awe of her studs manliness. She was so thankful she had seen the Light and the Shadow in him.

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One report of a noble wouldn't have been enough to make that decision. No, he just needed an official reason to start his journey to Westfall. He had been planning to do so since before he went to save Jaina, it was just lower on his totem-pole of priorities. The reason why he had made that plan sat inside the carriage when he got inside. Anduin would have taken a griffon or a portal, but with the amount of manpower he took with him neither of those options would have worked out.

She was a blood elf, with her kinds typically pale and green glowing eyes. Most of her golden hair was bundled up behind her hooded head, reaching all the way down to her kneecaps. Elves had a bit of a need for specially made hoods due to the way their ears needed extra slits. The rest of her hair, short by comparison, was wavy and fell down around her chest, framing her breasts nicely.

They were of average size, bigger than Tyrande's but smaller than Jaina's and her cleavage was deeply cut, allowing Anduin's eyes to see them nakedly almost until the underside, in the red leotard she was wearing. It was beset with golden decorating lines, holding strong enchantments, and a green gemstone set between. Light armour, gripping so tight Anduin could see the subtle muscles of her athletic body shifting underneath, with an extended strip of cloth hiding her crotch from view.

She didn't hide her perfect thighs, however, a milky colour and nice thickness that Anduin had the strange wish to find his head between as he ate her presumably pussy out and made her scream his name. Sadly, he hadn't gone there with this woman yet.

Her arms, shoulders and lower legs were clad in heavier armour. Gauntlets that reached from elbow to hand. Massive shoulder pads made from five overlapping spikes, formed like extending claws, each. Armoured boots over improvised stockings made from black bandages. All of those pieces were the same scarlet as her leotard and also had the gemstones, but they skipped the gold. Two massive daggers, that might as well have been called swords, lay on the soft leather next to her. They were filled to the brim with green fel energy.

"Your security is in dire need of an upgrade, Anduin," the blood elf said in a berating tone, the kind only good friend and family members used when giving what they felt was needed advice. "I got in here without basically any hindrance." Her dark red lips almost naturally assumed a mocking smile. "Or are you going to say that you got the best security right here?"

"That would have indeed been my answer," the High King returned, sitting down on the opposite side of the carriage after closing the door. He had nothing to fear from this blood elf, from Valeera Sanguinar. She had never been loyal to the Horde, only to his father and now that he had deceased, to his lineage. "There is no one else coming," he told the rogue as she stared expectantly at the closed door.

Jaina had the building of a new fleet to oversee. Tyrande had to stay in Stormwind in case Malfurion returned and to govern both her and Anduin's people as the mother of the future heir. Shandris had also been ordered to Kul Tiras as the Horde had started an attack on Stormsong Valley. For the time being, they were separate again. A part of Anduin wanted to screw all manners of court and country and just have a cocksleeve with him, another, the largest part, was wise enough to know that it wouldn't have served his ambitions. A much smaller part was looking forwards to the bitches in heat his slaves would be transformed into when they saw his cock for the first time in several days or weeks.

"It doesn't seem like your recent self to travel with a toy with you," Valeera pointed out.

"They are not my toys, they are my beloved slaves," the High King said as he nonchalantly put down Shalamayne and unbuttoned enough of his kingly garb for a moderate amount of his muscular chest to be revealed. "Anyway, I knew you would be here if I finally went to Westfall, I am acting on your advice after all. I find it more surprising that you act against another one of the Uncrowned."

The Uncrowned were a highly secretive group of rogues that had their fingers in some way in basically everything that went on in the world, simply because of their net of members. From the Gilnean princess Tess Greymane to Garona Halforcen, they had highly important members.

The only reason Anduin even knew about them was because Valeera had told him about it. Without a doubt Spymaster Shaw knew about them as well, but he had kept it from Anduin for reasons unknown to the king. However, Matthias Shaw had been doing mostly good work over the years, so Anduin let him of the hook for that one and didn't mention it.

Valeera's eyes were glued to his chest for a few moments, biting her lower lip before she caught herself and blinked in confusion before answering the question. "Vanessa knew she would gain herself enemies amongst our ranks if she moved against the Alliance. More particularly, she should have known that I would oppose her when she moved against you." Her eyes travelled lower again, past his chest this time and to the massive tent in his pants. It hadn't been there a moment before.

With no shame, Anduin said, "If you want to be one of my 'toys' on this journey, say the word. You appearing here means you finally have an answer for me, do you not?"

Valeera blushed deeply and looked aside as the carriage started rolling. Normally Anduin would have now put aside the heavy cloth that was covering the windows, perhaps even opened the door and waves at his people as he went out. Instead they sat in twilight, only illuminated by the glowing of their weapons, green, gold and purple.

Valeera's blushing continued on, only slowly subsiding as he dealt with emotions, she had little experience with. It was easy to forget that not all elves were ancient. The exact age of Valeera was unknown, all that was clear was that she had been orphaned at the age of ten, afterwards her memories were a haze of sadness for anything between a few days and years, then of terror as the Scourge ravaged through her homeland. She was everything between 25 and 40, either way though she was still young for an elf.

Her growing up in terror and then inside an arena certainly didn't help her getting to know love. When Anduin's father rescued her along with a druid named Broll, she swore loyalty to him. After disappearing from Anduin's sight following Varian's death, presumably to take her frustration out by murdering dozens upon dozens of demons, she returned to his side shortly after the great announcement had been made.

At the time, he had told her everything. He had known her since he was ten and she was one of those strong women he wanted. Much like Jaina, she saw him at the boy at the time and when pressed for an answer, she had asked to be given time to evaluate whether or not she was ready for such a step.

Fast forwarding several weeks, dozens of great speeches, public declarations of love and acts of heroism later, it seemed that now that Anduin was going to Westfall, she had found herself an answer. "I have loved your father," she admitted immediately. If she had any tears that should have come along with that statement, she had spent them all over the ravaged corpses of demons.

"I know," Anduin would have been blind not to see that. He offered no further comments, let her tell him what she needed to say.

"When the Legion was still here, I had revenge to take. Now I only have you. I came back to protect you like the sheltered cub that you always seemed to be," she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, only glancing at him sometime to gauge his reaction. Obviously, the rogue was not used to actions that didn't involve stabbing enemies or listening in on them. "Instead, I returned to you being strong, stronger than any one human I ever saw. Strong and dominant, I felt the attraction like everyone else and when you told me your plan I wanted to throw myself at you. I had sworn loyalty to your father, why not take my servitude that bit farther? Why not stop being lonely at nights?"