Who a King Must Do Ch. 09

The silver slowly faded and was replaced with gold again. The orgy had stopped for a moment to look at the spectacle more intensely. "Our church has been visited by the spirit of Elune herself," the Arch Bishop mumbled. "High King, can we get some funds to add a tower in honour of the mother moon?"

"Make that two," a highly pleased Tyrande answered, "I will personally pay and oversee the project."

"Most appreciated, High Slave Tyrande," Omnius went back to fucking his own sluts and the orgy went back into full-swing.

"Now you stand where you should," Anduin reprimanded Maiev and got a blush out of that. A heavy blush, the kind that would have turned a woman of a paler complexion tomato red "Beneath me." That in turn made her breathe heavily. 'She is a downright masochist, isn't she?' Anduin thought.

"That Elune would choose somebody like y-"

"Are you faulting your goddess for your mistakes?!" Anduin interrupted her, hearing Tyrande moan into his ear. Being domineering was sexy enough for her on its own, being domineering after consecrating a new site in and then defending the name of her goddess made her pussy overflow enough to fill a new moon well.

"O-of course not," Maiev wasn't sure when the last time she stuttered was, but it must have been several millennia at least. "As a fervent follower of the moon goddess, I will take whatever punishment you, her champion, are willing to assign to me," her tongue, guided by faith and lust, was quicker than her brain was in this case. She already knew she had committed a mistake before the answer came in the shape of a single word.

"Strip," demanded the High King with hard eyes.

She took a quivering breath. There was no way to back out of this now. In the first place, she was the only one in this building that still wore clothes, so wasn't she the weird one? She was just obeying orders, the orders of her goddess, this was normal.

Then why was her pussy positively gushing as she placed her helmet on the floor? Why did it keep overflowing as she undid the cord of her mantle and removed the shoulder plates it was attached to? Why did it only get worse as she took of the gauntlets, then breastplate and boots. There was no way to hide it now either, even the leather of her pantaloons was wet as she peeled out of them. She didn't stop at the underwear, she was under no illusions that she could get away with it.

Anduin marvelled at her body. Unlike her skin and hair colour, the pear shape of her body was quite typical for the generally middle to small breasted race. Her chest may have been somewhat small, certainly smaller than Tyrande's who was the current lowest in that ranking, but her toned midriff, shapely waist and comparatively wide hips made up for it. "Turn," the High King commanded once more.

"I already obeyed your one command," Maiev returned, "no pledge binds me t-"

"I SAID TURN!" Anduin shouted at her in a tone that wouldn't take no for an answer. None of the girls around had ever heard the High King raise his voice in such a manner and it made them shudder. None of them were more affected than the red-haired elf in front of them though and she obeyed after only a moment's hesitation.

"Pleased?" she asked in her raspy voice, which somehow had turned from mocking to whining. She had wondered how it would feel to have the situation turned on her, fantasized even about being put in chains by her prisoners and abused for their pleasure as payback for all those years spent in darkness. Now she was somehow getting that treatment by someone who was also handsome and blessed by Elune.

Her pride was rapidly crumbling. Not only had her natural night elven sluttiness been suppressed for ten millennia, now suddenly awoken by being exposed to a city-wide orgy, but she had no reason, neither from a Warden's nor from a desire's perspective, to not obey the man. Not that she had any choice when he spoke with a booming, demanding voice to her. Her body just obeyed instinctively.

And all of this happened without Anduin influencing a single one of her desires. The High King himself was surprised just how much of a masochist Maiev turned out to be. Wondering where he could push her boundaries, he demanded. "Bend over!"

She did, pushing out her ass and revealing for everyone who still had doubt about it that Tyrande would keep her title. Her neatly trimmed pussy, was after all, leaking like a waterfall. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, but felt better than ever before somehow. Anticipating and afraid of what was happening to her, she waited for Anduin's next command.

A moment later she felt a hot liquid hit her back. "What?" she asked and turned around, a sweet liquid tasting of her goddess' approval flew into her open mouth.

The blowjob Jaina had been giving him had finally pushed him over the edge and now he was spurting his load the several metres down the stairs. The first few spurt had covered the Warden's back and ass, then she had whirled around and while she was busy swallowing what had accidentally entered her mouth, not noticing what it was until it was already running down her throat, more of the silver-shining seed covered her front and hair.

Such an explosive orgasm wasn't the norm, even for Anduin, and the silver light made it clear that this was Elune still having her hand in this, reinforcing the Light's blessing she had put on his balls in the first place. Miraculously, all of the cum landed perfectly on Maiev, even the weakest spurt reaching her before Jaina and Valeera sucked the remaining drops out of his shaft. They stood up to share through kisses the blessing of Elune with Shandris and Tyrande, who both moaned.

Maiev, covered in the stuff, was writing in a state between spontaneous orgasm and absolute shock, as Anduin headed down the stairs. It was her first orgasm in ten millennia, the last time she had one had predated even the War of the Ancients. After that all she had been was bitter and vengeful, all in her that thirsted for sex was pushed down.

It couldn't be pushed down any further as her muscles violently contracted, forcing her to stumble on the spot like a drunk in an attempt to remain standing on her weak legs. The wonderful, stainless carpet was suddenly the target of a small explosion of liquid, not a proper squirt just an orgasmic pussy gushing immensely and suddenly.

Breathing heavily, the cum on her skin still filling her with the cooling and teasing presence of her goddess, Maiev slowly regained her standing.

"I am sorry, I hope you are fine?" Anduin asked with played concern.

He didn't get an answer, just a glance that was meant to be angry but was completely submissive.

"Maybe I should get a brush and rinse you off?" Anduin suggested, coercing a sigh from the Warden as she remembered the very first scene that had caught her eye in this city. "Anyway, we should continue our talk in the keep."

"I cannot wait to give my husband," Valeera gleefully stated as she followed Anduin down the stairs, at the head of the other three, "a sloppy blowjob on his throne."

"It will get crowded with the five of us," Jaine hummed, already counting the semen covered Maiev. The Warden didn't even notice, as she greedily stared at the still erect source of the pleasure that was pulsing through her as clear as moonlight. "Perhaps turns are in order?"

"Come," Anduin told the Warden.

"You will have to wait for me outside," Maiev stated, reaching for her armour. Naked would be bad enough, covered in more cum than any one man should be able to hold in his body was impossible.

"Leave it," Anduin told her, she still moved, she wouldn't budge on this point. "I said," he repeated. "LEAVE IT!"

There it was again, his raised voice and she just shuddered. There was no magic involved, yet her post-orgasmic pussy was leaking again. By Elune, when was the last time she even had a proper orgasm? That bit earlier had felt great, but she barely even remembered what it was like to have dick inside her, not even mentioning that she had no idea about that tool Anduin was wielding. It wasn't normal even by the size and it spurted magical seed, what else could that fucking thing do?

"Somebody else will fetch it, we will walk to the keep as we are," Anduin stated and walked past the orgy and pushed open the heavy gates as if they were made from paper.

Maiev was afraid of what she would see outside. The shocked silver eyes of her fellow Watchers, that was what she expected. How they would instantly lose all respect for her, the legendary reputation which she had been holding shattered in a mere instant.

Instead she found only their armours where they had been standing. "What...where are my sisters?!" she roared and looked at the crowd. Immediately she was faced with the answer. The Watchers were all she had and she knew most if not all of them by name and face. As such, she easily identified each and every single one of them, getting taken and ridiculed all over the place.

"You and your order should have helped each other in your desires every now and again," Tyrande commented with the perfect clarity of hindsight. "There is no way a night elf repressed for this long and starved from not only cock but all pleasure altogether won't turn into a mad masochist."

"Enough staring!" Anduin was playing the part of the most dominating master he could imagine himself being at the moment. "Come with me," they started walking, but after a few steps he glanced at Maiev, "who said your head could be held as high as mine?"

The cum-covered Warden opened her mouth, then snapped it shut as the blue eyes of that man didn't allow any backtalk. "I am sorry," she mumbled and lowered herself on all fours.

"I am sorry...?" Anduin asked while Maiev crawled after him like a degraded bitch.

"I am sorry, master," she instinctually answered and almost came at the uttering of the words alone.

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