Who a King Must Do Ch. 14

No time was lost afterwards. As Aclysia had correctly guessed, Anduin began preparations to move out himself. An Old God was no challenge to be left to anyone but the strongest beings in Azeroth and he easily qualified as such a being, being the only person in the known creation to wield both Shadow and Light and both at a level of strength at historic levels. Despite this, he forbade his wives and slaves from coming with him.

Due to the pace at which all of this set-up, the only one around to raise complaints were Maiev and Jaina still. "An unacceptable proposal," the Warden growled. "Making a deal with that accursed knife was one thing, fighting an Old God on your own a whole other." Although she hadn't been directly involved, Maiev remembered the terror the War of the Shifting Sands had brought over her people.

Back then they had fought the armies of a bound Old God, C'thun, the insectoid Qiraji, and even that had brought them large losses. In the end, they hadn't even won that war, just locked the entire base of the enemy beneath twisting vines. It was only relatively recently that the starved physical form of C'thun had been defeated.

Jaina remembered another Old God, one which had succeeded in breaking some of his chains, Yogg'Saron. The self-titled God of Death had risen to prominence during their campaign against the Lich King. Truthfully, it was a lucky twist of fate that Alliance, Horde and the neutral forces of paladins everywhere had been around to put an end to his schemes. Then again, maybe being defeated at that point was just another step in a longer one, it was impossible to tell with these creatures.

Neither of them had died, at best they had lopped of a hand reaching out of their confinements. At worst, they had merely ripped out a fingernail. Either way, these fragments of their power alone had been enough to create armies and corrupt ancients. An unbound Old God, that was another matter entirely.

"I agree with Maiev," the arch mage thusly agreed. "These twisted beasts cannot be faced alone. Take us with you, Anduin. You will need all the might you can get."

"No," the High King stood his ground, his voice firm and iron. "You are both pregnant with a child of mine. I will state this as often as necessary to every single one of you if I must, you are not to endanger yourselves in such immense a fashion while bearing my seed." He put his hands on their shoulders, his tone softening but remaining insistent. "If I fall there, you must keep together what I already build. While my dream is not yet complete, we have already achieved so much. Jaina, you and Tyrande must govern Stormwind in my absence, as hopefully short as it will be."

Xal'atath didn't have a comment to the situation for a change, she seemed lost in her own thoughts. Sitting in a chair for no other reason than she could, her dark purple eyes were looking somewhere beyond the oaken table before her.

Maiev crossed her arms silently while Jaina sighed, her naked chest heaving under the deep in and exhale. "Bartering with you will yield no results, won't it, Anduin?" the former (and still somewhat) blonde asked, closing her eyes. "Please stay safe, my master."

Anduin grabbed her by the collar and pulled her into a deep kiss. Seconds later, he did the same with Maiev, quickly interchanging his tongue's position between the two of them. The sweet taste of their lusty saliva filled his mouth, their stern and worried expressions melting away under the blissful shivers their master's touch delivered onto their minds and bodies.

Hands travelling down to fondle their plump asses, Anduin's huge cock got grabbed by two hands, massaging it to complete erection. "Come with me," he grunted, having moved onto the flooding snatch between their legs, "and walk like the bitches you are." He grabbed Maiev by her leash, unlike Jaina, the redhead was not well-behaved enough to be allowed to roam freely.

From the king's lodge they went quickly into the corridor. Guards and sentinels were standing at high-alert in pairs of two. As the watchers of the king himself, it was only normal that each of them was granted an I Own You, the pairs were thusly the owners with their slaves. Only one of them was currently balls deep within his night elven slut, a guard that had been reached the end of his shift and couldn't wait to get back home to empty his load, in all due likelihood.

Anduin didn't mind and simply walked on. From the corridor into a sideway that directly lead into a spiralling staircase. Up and up they went, finally taking a left turn and entering a large balcony attached to this tower. It was large, secure, and one of the best place in the entire keep to look over the city sprawled out below. Back in the less busy days, the then-prince liked to sit up here and read his scriptures.

Now he dragged up Jaina and bent her over the railing, her huge tits swaying towards the city as her master thrust into her swiftly. "One last time before I go," he declared, pulling his hips back and then beginning the not so quick process of a quickie. The short thrusts each produced a little slip on the jiggling meat on her ass.

"Oooh, fu-u-u-u-uuuck," Jaina moaned out, her pussy wetting from her husband's skills as a lover and the thrill of the situation. Her upper body was hanging over the edge, held up by Anduin grabbing her by the upper arms and stretching her back.

The height caused her senses to pump with adrenaline, she was up far enough for a fall to have deadly consequences (for people that didn't know how to trick gravity, at least) but not so absurdly high that they were invisible or anything. Quite the contrary, everyone with even somewhat sharp eyes inside the palace would be able to see the humping figures atop the tower and identify them. All throughout the city, keenly watching individuals would be able to see them fucking as well. This played right to her exhibitionism while also showing her a new taste of excitement.

Anduin felt her pussy strangling his cock tighter than usual and grunted. "Maybe I should have a tower build just to fuck you on," he stated, immediately gaining himself a high-pitched moan in response. "A monument to how slutty a queen you are."

"Yes, master, I am your slutty queen," the arch mage gasped, shouting it towards the city. When she noticed the people below, magic circles appeared around her in their purple might, amplifying her words further. "I am High King's Anduin first wife! A total slut here to be bred over and over again!" Her loud voice began to draw a bit of crowd in the courtyard of Stormwind Keep. Of course, these people weren't just standing and staring, such displays of open perversion were commonplace in the city and everyone was on-board. The crowd became a voyeuristic orgy within seconds.

"You rule over a nice array of whores and studs," Anduin grunted.

The runes flickered and deactivated for a second, "Slaves and studs, master," Jaina corrected him in moaning. It wouldn't have been right for a wife to do so in public, thus she activated the runes again only after he nodded, leaving her her will. Voice raised again towards the crowd, she added, "A woma-aaah-n's greatest pleaahshure is to beg for seed to fill her womb!" Agreeing cries came from below, many of them accompanied with grunting and sounds of female delight as they did exactly as their queen suggested. "To find a master and suck his cock every morning!" The men greatly approved this message. "To let him work and then met him in the evening bent over the table, pussy already rubbed wet and ready!" Everyone agreed to that and witnessed how the end of Jaina's speech was underlined with her eyes rolling up her skull and an orgasmic scream that echoed over half the city.

This was the new Stormwind way, where males could gather harems as big as their ambitions and their sexual prowess carried them. Where women who were more independent could still fuck whoever they liked. Where everyone unsettled could always find someone to fill up with their seed. Tolerance for people straying from the norm did not have to come with an oppressing social code. Everyone was free to do what they wanted to do, but most women nowadays definitely found their ultimate bliss in serving a massive stud of a (most of the time human) man.

The crowd below cheered when Anduin thrust into his wife three more times, each time causing her tits to bounce to an extreme degree, before resting all the way inside her and unloading his royal seed deep inside her already fertilized womb. The vanity of that didn't matter, he would fuck her again while she was pregnant and again when she was no longer. The times in the next ten years that she wouldn't be carrying a child would be few, that Anduin was deeply convinced off. His desire to breed his jaw-droppingly beautiful wives and slaves was boundless.

So was his desire to keep going even after his orgasm subsided, but he could wait no longer. With regret, he pulled outside of her. "When I am back, we may think about that tower," he promised his queen, who delightfully shivered at the thought of a structure only for her to get fucked on and relay to her fellow female subjects the beauty of submission. "Maiev, you may eat as much of my cum out of her as your tongue can reach."

"Thank you, master," the lowest slave's mouth began to water and it took her no time to press her mouth into Jaina's cunt.

"Return safely to me," the arch mage demanded when Anduin turned to leave.

"I will," he promised. Behind him, his first wife began a moaning speech about having sub-slaves below ones cocksucking self. Definitely a woman to return to.

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The Heart of Darkness, that was what they called the massive titan facility in the distance. "You say it's proper name is Uldir?" Anduin asked his good friend Brann Bronzebeard.

"Ay, lad," the dwarf answered in his thick dwarven accent, over-pronouncing most rs, then grunted as he continued swinging his hips. "By Ironforge's molten core, tis elven cunt is what I needed proper." With Anduin came his bodyguards and with them their slaves. Some of the men didn't mind sharing their slut with someone else, as long as it was already clear whose kids they were carrying, but this particular elven whore was one of the common property ones. Anduin had brought a few of them along as he fully expected the 'relief' effort to be needed.

By the fact that the dwarf was cumming buckets inside her repeatedly, he felt more than validated in that decision.

"All I been seeing these past months were these ugly ass trolls," the exploring dwarf continued. "If they don't have bodies like me mother after fifteen barrels of that disgusting wine she loved, forefather's bless his soul, they at least have faces not even horniest me could love." He made a grimace. "And with the way they praise the rot and parasites, even if I could get over their faces, I ain't even sure my cock'd be the only thing worming in their pussies."

"This is a place of..." Anduin hesitated in search of a nice way to put it, "place of unsatisfying hygiene." The swamp was crawling with undead, maggots and other parasites. Layered on-top of that were the blood rituals conducted everywhere, filling the already disgustingly smelling bog with an iron stench, mixing in with rot and decay. The gargantuan corpse of the turtle Loa in the distance certainly didn't help that last point. Neither did the Old God in the area, inspiring all of this display with his pestilent presence.

"Filth," the white-haired demon hunter offered a more simple and correct word, her blind, green glowing eyes narrowing as she took an unwilling whiff. "The filth of their rituals is so strong, I can see the magic in the air. This place will take aeons to recover from this break-out."

"Another piece of land claimed by corruption and darkness," Anduin shook his head.

Between his legs, the projection of Xal'atath giggled, her ghostly hand rubbing the bulge in his pants where his enormous cock was unable to hide despite its flaccid stage. "You say that like it's a bad thing," she commented, only to be ignored. The only person around who could perceive her aside from Anduin was Aclysia, and she could only see her.

The High King didn't want to look like he was talking to himself. Still, the unfelt touch of the naked void elf (at least in appearance) on his cock was quickly turning the cloth around his crotch from tight to confining. Wanting, he looked over to Aclysia, who was sitting on a stool and inspecting her weapons. The blood elf, if that description even still fit her with all the demon that she was now, was as sexy as ever. From her straight-white hair to her moderate chest and narrow waist down to the seductive bubble butt that squished against the surface of her seating.

Her black leather outfit was dirty from the march through the swamp, as was everyone else's in the camp. They had arrived in Nazmir two days ago, having taken a ship from Boralus, to where the Stormwind mages had comfortably teleported them. They couldn't get a stable connection towards this swamp, though, and so they had to first get a boat and then march from the coast.

It was a less than stealthy effort, but the swamp was vast and with the many ups and downs of the watery landscape, along with the general business of roaming bands of trolls and undead, the small army of fifty people was unlikely to be discovered. It was earlier today that they met up with Brann in the outpost he made.

The dwarf had been pleasantly surprised to see Anduin, having planned to leave in the next few days to inform him about the exact threat the High King was there to face. The situation was dire enough that he wasn't even warning his monarch to stay away. Brann of all people knew what an unshackled Old God could mean and wanted every bit of help he could get.

Since the explorer had been away since the start of the war, he had only heard about Anduin's reforms in rumour. All the comment he had to offer was "Giv' me one of those elven cunts right now," and that was who he had been doing since.

He wasn't the only one who was enjoying himself a willing slut. The adventuring group Aclysia was a part of had also been waiting for her return at this location. A group of 9 more individuals, they were a jumbled together bunch that looked like they knew how to have a good time. All of them were legends in their own rights, either leaders of their Orders during the Legion invasion or at least high up the ranks. Their stories would have taken too long to recount. They fucked just like common men and women, however, except with a bit more strength in their movements.

The High King was considering making a pass at that feverishly masturbating goblin shaman when Aclysia turned her head to acknowledge his gaze. She had no words to offer, but that gesture kept Anduin from moving away. Her hands were busy polishing one of the two weapons the High King had made for her, sleek bladed tonfas made from no lesser material than the Elementium that had plated Deathwing himself. Unnatural heat was radiating from the blackened material to this day, seeped in the corrupted earth warden's power. As a being of fel fire, it bothered Aclysia not.

The demon hunter had been incredibly pleased at this product. The blades were lighter than the Aldrachi Warblades and almost as sturdy. They weren't quite as sharp and their background made them less adept at channelling her demonic power, but they were far better than the replacements she had been used until receiving them.

All of this thinking had at least served to resolve his erection. A night elf, nude except for the tall boots she wore against the mud, walked by them, clearly on her way to someone else. Xal'atath stopped teasing and turned towards that inconspicuous slut. Her pale blue eyes focused on her for more than a moment. "Wield me," she suddenly stated in a commanding tone.

Anduin wasn't sure what this was about, but the urgency of her tone had nothing of the whispering sweetness that she usually employed. Simply following that advice, he drew the blade. "BY THE FOR'FATHER'S LAD!" Brann cried out when he saw the accursed Blade of the Black Empire suddenly appear in his younger friend's hand. The spectre, in turn, had disappeared. "THROW THAT AW-"

He was interrupted by Anduin rising from his own stool as fast as he could and going after that night elf. The eye in the handle was like his own, Xal'atath sharing what she was seeing with him. As skilled at penetrating through lies as she was weaving them, the ancient weapon had quickly unravelled the illusion.

The moment she realized her jig was up, the woman started running. Much faster, Anduin stretched his hand out, but only grabbed air when the woman disappeared in an array of bright likes. The Blink spell, a short-range teleportation at best. Anduin found her again a few metres away. In a blaze of green flames, Aclysia leaped off the floor and landed right where that false-night elf had been standing, a second Blink teleporting her out of range yet again.

If they wanted to catch her, they needed some sort of confinement. 'I know just the spell,' Xal'atath whispered into his mind and shared it with him like she had done with the carrying spell before. Immediately, Anduin realized that this was much too complicated to be executed on a moving target without practice. Gritting his teeth, he instead shared from his power with the living weapon once again, raising her towards the target.

Doubtlessly, she had ratted this spy out because she knew this was the end result.

With great pleasure, Xal'atath put together the spellwork herself. The infiltrator Blinked once more and in the little recuperation period in-between, the blade struck. Tentacles of darkness rose from dark portals in the marshy ground. Coming at all levels of girth and length, they grabbed their target by all limbs at once and then bent her nude body into a torturously erotic position. Ankles and wrists met behind her back, which arced up to compensate, her legs were pried open.

Struggling, but with the physical weakness so typical for mages, the faux-night elf was nailed in position. 'Thank you,' Anduin said to the blade, even though he knew she had acted only for her own gain. There was no need for him to become as cynical as most shadow priests eventually became. Especially since the madness lay beyond that cynicism.

"It was my pleasure," the blade spoke out loud, once again appearing as a spectre. She had clearly gained some more substance.

Brann turned in her direction, heaving as he caught up. With his short legs, not to mention the need to remove himself from a tight pussy, he was the last one of the trio to arrive at the scene. Of course, the bodyguards were also around and some of the adventurers were checking out what the commotion was about, but they kept their distance. "Did I just hear som'thing?" he quietly asked himself, then shaking his head. "Lad, why do ye carry that blade?"

"A true king must wield both Light and Shadow, Brann," Anduin made it short by speaking with a voice of authority that didn't allow for a discussion. "Just declaring one side right and indulging in it has almost made me blind. We must see both sides of any argument, even if its cosmic in scale." He turned to the infiltrator and touched her on the forehead with a simple dispel.

The false purple skin peeled away in shards of light, leaving its place to a dark blue shade. Combined with fingers that ended in white, arcane light rather than nails and purple glowing eyes, it was clear what race she belonged to even without the runic marks over her body that were otherwise typical for her kind.

They were looking at a Nightborne. One with an incredibly attractive face as well, midnight blue lips that were glistening in the fullness, the high-cheekbones of an aristocrat and long, currently furrowed eyebrows. Her white hair, she wore combed back for the most part, only two strands framing the upper half of her chest, which was considerably larger than most of her night elven cousins. As she struggled, they swayed and jiggled. They were about as big as Jaina's and the already horny High King felt his cock rising yet again.