Who a King Must Do Ch. 08

Anduin had the luxury of picking his pace. He had cum numerous times already, his breathing was relaxed and he was fucking her in a not particularly exhausting position. In all due likelihood, he could have fucked her for more than thirty minutes if he paced himself right. Instead, once she hit a state of permanent O-mouthed screaming, he just hammered into her that splatters of love juices were raining all over the table. The wooden construct, sturdy but not made for this amount of shaking, creaked under his thrusts.

"You like that, don't you, Vanessa VanCunt?" Valeera mocked from the side.

"Yesh... Yeeeeessssshh," was all the usually manipulative bitch had to say ten minutes into her final breaking. "YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" then she screamed so loudly that the glasses of her concoctions on the shelves clinked. Anduin was finally pumping his seed into her, her blue eyes were taken by purple as purple tendrils buried their way through her nervous system and around her pussy. They were almost invisible under her bush, but her absolute climax couldn't lie.

Vanessa VanCleef found herself, at the height of the greatest pleasure known to woman, to calmly think two things. One, maybe Anduin could have just raped her into submission and she still would have ended up like she was right now, after all this pleasure was stronger than any memory of hatred she had and the other was that she was sad.

Sad because she was still on her anti-pregnancy potion. No matter the amount of seed pumped into her today, she wouldn't become pregnant. Then again, she should receive his child after making it up to the king some more. She had been a massive thorn in his side for years after all.

As she collapsed on the table, she vowed silently to be a thorn in the side of his enemies instead.

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Vanessa was clad in rags and escorted outside the little shack. With Anduin's elite guard surrounding them tightly and shielding them from prying eyes. "You will need a new outfit," Valeera declared once they were inside the safety of the High King's carriage.

"Whatever is practical," Vanessa grumbled. She was now loyal to Anduin, but like Valeera that didn't mean her attitude changed a lot. She was still a calculative woman and not particularly moral. "As I understand, it is my job to control the criminal underground of the kingdom, correct?"

"Correct," Anduin nodded. He knew that criminals would always exist. Not amount of order could ever completely extinguish chaos and vice versa. What he needed, therefore, was an in. What better in then Vanessa VanCleef? The story fabricated would be that she was shipped to the stockades, but escaped after a couple of days of questioning which had only hardened her hatred towards the Wrynn family.

The successful escape together with some great intel she had managed to get from her captor would gain her the trust she needed to build something new, a large spiderweb of connections to criminal organizations all around the human kingdom. Even without the Defias, Vanessa was famous amongst the right circles. Circles that would be under the impression they could negotiate with her to bring about the fall of Anduin's kingdom.

In reality, Vanessa would be reporting the worst elements and activities to Valeera and the SI:7. This way they could curb the criminal activities. Elimination was impossible but a quarantine was absolutely doable. Having acted as a saint by the name of Hope for years, playing a part was nothing new for Vanessa.

"We are not heading back to Sentinel Hill," Valeera suddenly noticed. They were taking the road west, not east. They were heading for the giant light in the distance. "What do we want to do there?" the future queen asked.

"I will let it be a surprise," Anduin said, she had been scouting Moonbrook when he had made the arrangements.

And a surprise it was indeed when the scenery around them changed from brown to green. "What is this?" Valeera asked, watching several Gilneans and night elves walking from tree to tree and cast magic. Druidic magic, for that was the profession all of those people had in common.

"When a volcano erupts, it's a force of massive destruction," Anduin spoke up, "but it leaves behind fertile soil. The Cataclysm, in many ways, was no different. While upgrading the soil all over Westfall would have been long and slow task, this upturned and ruptured part of Westfall has made the Emerald Dream itself malleable."

That last part was something that Anduin knew third-rate only, having heard it from Tyrande who had heard it from her divorced cuck of a husband. With the validity of this little project checked by no one but the Arch Druid himself, Anduin knew it could succeed.

"I did not come here just to smoke out the Defias," Anduin told Valeera, "I also came here to forever eliminate the need of using the insecure land route." With a sprouting forest came enough wood to build houses and more fertile soil. Where there was material and food, there came people. Where there were people, there grew settlements, villages and finally cities.

Anduin would force the hand of that process a bit. He had already made arrangements for a garrison of night elves to be stationed there. Where the night elves and their willing cunts and cocks went, young men and women with a lot of energy and entrepreneur spirit would follow. Provided also with monetary incentives, many people would come to the new city very fast. A good thing as well, since Anduin needed them to do a lot of things.

"Have you noticed that three quarters of our army has taken an alternative route back?" Anduin asked. Valeera blinked, she had missed that, having instead marvelled at her fiancé's jawline. "They are to sweep the beach and uproot any and all Gnoll or Murloc settlements they find."

"Why would you... wait, you said you want to eliminate the need for a land route," Vanessa's eyes widened, then she slyly smiled. "I see, High King, I am happy we are no longer enemies."

"What is he going to do?" Valeera asked, she was a genius rouge, but matters of statecraft and architecture were not her area of expertise. "Explain to me."

"The Raging Chasm lays close to a natural depression in the landscape," Anduin told her, "With most of the murlocs eradicated, the people that will erect a city there will have a giant project, state financed, to go through," he showed his future queen on the map. "They will dig a channel from here all the way to the heart of the new city, where the light is growing into the sky."

While impressive to behold, druids, mages and shamans had all ensured that it was not a dangerous anomaly. All it did was make gravity behave weirdly around it. It was not inherently malevolent or benevolent, it was just a natural scar from the Cataclysm. It would eventually vanish, given time.

"Once we the channel we will build a port and once there is a port, there is no more need for the land route," Anduin finished his explanation. The druids would be busy growing all the trees needed to build all those projects, but with their help the High King was certain this whole thing could be finished within the year.

Ships were not only safer from bandits than carts were, they could also transport considerably more. More secure grain getting to Stormwind would lower the prices in the capital city while paradoxically raising what the famers earned as they no longer had to pay horrendous sums for bodyguards or lose all their savings because of a bandit attack. That would then attract more farmer, which would grow the economy, making food even more easier to access.

Getting the murlocs out of these waters would also prove useful in getting a new fishing guild started. Although the gnomes assured Anduin that guilds should be banned from existing. He was still on the fence about that one, but the general tendency of Westfalls future was that it would develop from a mere agrarian miniature economy where people fell into terrible poverty at the first major crisis to a proper and strong province with heavy ties to Stormwind.

After all, those ships that came to the capital bearing grain would return with luxury articles only the heart of the kingdom could produce. "Why would you choose to develop Westfall in this way?" Valeera asked. "This must be costing insane amounts of resources."

"It is, without a doubt, the most costly project the crown of Stormwind has ever undertaken," Anduin agreed. With a glance at Vanessa he admitted, "It would be the second most, were proper payments made after the second war. To answer your question: Because in about six months' time, all the humans that got pregnant will begin bearing children like mad." It was true that pregnant night elves would bear their offspring much later, but no matter who impregnated anybody, the gestation period of the child was always bound to the mother. "And ones that happens food demands will increase dramatically." Valeera nodded, that was indeed going to happen, no doubt about it. "Make no mistake, however, I have plans for the provinces of Duskwood and Redridge. Those, however, will require me to gather some resources I do not possess yet."

"So, to summarize," Valeera began counting by her fingers, "you actually managed to: eradicate the long-standing problem of the Defias Brotherhood, gain a powerful slave to keep a look on the criminal activities in your kingdom, fixed Westfall's economy and the peasants estrangement with their Stormwind overlords and also raised the future food production for your kingdom. All within one trip."

Anduin cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed. "It does seem indeed that I have accomplished a lot one could be proud off."

The two women's mouths stood agape for a moment. The High King wasn't taking all of these achievements and raising them like a giant 'look at how great I am' sign like any other man would have done. Instead, he humbly accepted that this was what he had done and lost not a single syllable to brag about it.

Valeera cleared her throat. "So what are you going to call this new city? Humble-ville? You should name it after you, after all."

"I was actually thinking that I had to give my latest queen-to-be a wedding gift," answered Anduin. "So, when I announce these great plans at our wedding, I was going to tell the people I would call it Valeria, after you, my beauty." The elf just blinked. "Only if you are fine with that, of course."

"You can't wipe my memories so I will genuinely surprised at the name when you announce it at the wedding, right?" Valeera asked. "Because I love you and it's more than I thought could fit inside this sarcastic heart of mine."