Who a King Must Do Ch. 15

The screech of the Old God before them made it clear that this was effective. Despite it screaming inside his mind, Anduin felt like his eardrums were about to pop from the inside. At his side, one by one, the casters collapsed as they gave all their mana to the barrier.

"King Anduin, you need to reduce the shield's size!" one of his soldiers, the one missing an arm, screamed out from behind him. "You can't keep this up!"

"Are you questioning my orders?" Anduin shouted over his shoulder, "I told you - NONE OF YOU WILL DIE!" A surge of golden power went through the shield as the Light reacted favourably upon its wielder's conviction for justice. Stubborn in his pursuit of success, the High King stood against the might of an entire titan facility emptying its remaining power into a chamber with the sole purpose of killing everything inside.

Even that wasn't enough. The Beam just continued on and on, MOTHER taking no chances in cleaning up this mess. One of Anduin's legs gave in and Shalamayne fell to the ground. 'It has been nice, as brief as it has been, your majesty,' Xal'atath's regretful voice suddenly overturned the constant screeching.

The gold was replaced with dark purple as the Blade of the Black Empire unleashed all the power she had been fed by Anduin over the last few days. Anduin couldn't believe either his eyes or ears, a voidborne creature acting on the benefit of others? His doubt was misplaced however, as that final infusion of power was what saved them and Xal'atath organic appearance was sapped away.

With one last blast, the Re-Origination Beam came to an and end. Leaving behind a chamber filled with ashes and the cleaved open, blood-running, shrivelled up corpse of the immense Old God. Only the patch of mossy mushrooms where the barrier had been was left untouched.

Anduin collapsed on the spot. Now that the stress was over, his body let him know that he majorly overdone it. "You got to be fucking kidding me," the terrified voice of the adventurer's leader caused his gaze to slowly go upwards.

The blood of G'huun was flowing backwards, back into the blasted open corpse. A corpse that wouldn't remain one for too long, is the growing bits of flesh were any indication. The Old God wasn't dead. Less cunning this artificial one might be, less powerful, less influential, less experienced and less ancient, but an unbound Old God was still an unbound Old God and didn't care for the concept of death for all it seemed.

'...Use ...me,' a weak, frail voice entered Anduin's mind, one at the brink of burning out. Clutching the whispering weapon, the High King fought himself to his feet.

"What are you doing?!" the leader shouted after the king as he suddenly began moving towards the regenerating threat. "We need to retreat and make up a plan."

"No," Anduin decided in a tired tone, "there is a way... this weapon has absorbed the darkness of a fallen Naaru. If it's a weakened one, then even an Old God should be absorbable by this weapon." It was a desperate solution, but it solved two issues at once. The High King plunged the Blade of the Black Empire into G'huun.

The regenerating flesh turned into figments of dark instead. Tiny sparks of pure Shadow that curled in the air before being absorbed into the eye of the blade as if they were sucked into a vortex. Slow at first, the process accelerated quickly.

Anduin felt part of the power flow into him as well. At first, he welcomed it, his depleted powers were refreshed and his body became more awake thanks to it. Then he realized that it was causing an extreme imbalance inside him. Only the Shadow inside could eat from this power. He tried to let go of Xal'atath. Tentacles reached out of the once more organic blade and prevented the High King from retracting his hand.

The woman bound inside laughed out loud. 'Don't you just love it when a gamble pays off, your 'majesty'?' she asked in a mocking tone and Anduin realized he had been played the fool by the blade yet again. Selfless, right, her earlier action had been everything but selfless, what was the exchange of the little power Anduin had granted her compared to the power of an entire Old God. Power that she absorbed faster and faster.

None of the adventurers or soldiers had any idea what was going on as Anduin fought a mental battle against the ongoing corruption.

And lost.

It was just too much energy. If he hadn't spend all of his energy on the barrier earlier, perhaps this wouldn't have happened, but Anduin had no times for regrets as a self-entitled madness took its place and drank deeply from the power. Along with G'huun, all of his disgusting growths and blights were absorbed in the premises. Only a perfectly sanitized chamber was left behind when the Old God's body's last figment disappeared into Xal'atath.

Then, out of the blade phased a body. The incredibly hot and naked elven appearance of Xal'atath suddenly stood in front of the kneeling Anduin. "Wow," the rouge whistled. "We exchanged a slug-monster for a hot naked lady, I'll take that trade any day."

"This isn't good," Aclysia stated, her blind eyes seeing what the others could not.

"What's not good abo-"

Xal'atath made a movement as if she was swatting away a fly and the whole exhausted party of adventurer's were send flying against a nearby wall, kept being pressed against it by an invisible hands. "The peasantry should know its place," the light-greyish blue skinned woman declared, running her hands over her curves. "Mhm, a true physical form. It has been so long." She bowed down to Anduin. "Now, boy king," the seductive voice whispered into his ear. She sounded awakened, she had gotten everything she wanted, was even free from her confinement in that blasted blade, but that didn't stop her from ridiculing Anduin, as the voidborne always wanted to. "Are you ready to serve at the master's table?"

"Boy king?" Anduin giggled in an unsteady tone. "Haven't I told you when we met?" Xal'atath raised one of her long eyebrows in an arrogant fashion, when the High King suddenly grabbed her by the throat. The kneeling and the belittling went from the dominating and the chocked. "THE ONLY MASTER I SERVE IS MYSELF!"

Shadows consumed Anduin's form as he tossed away the now powerful, but empty dagger. He added the second hand to choking the void elf before him.

"Insolent neophyte!" Xal'atath gargled with a grin, air was no concern to her. With a mere flick of her fingers, she summoned an uncountable number of tentacles around them. "I was trying to be nice for how useful you were, but if you do not bow to our Lords even in that state, you are useless to the Void." Continuing her grin, she waited for the tentacles to start tearing the possessed king limb from limb. It slowly transformed into plain and simply face of disbelief.

"WHAT?!" Anduin's insane giggle mocked her. "You taught me this spell yourself. Don't be surprised if I can steal from you."

"...But ...G'huuns power... I should be vastly more powerful than even your Wild Gods right now." Xal'atath's wide eyes looked inside and found she had a mere fragment of what she should. "How... what... WHAT ARE YOU?!" There was no way a mere adept at the darkness could absorb this much power, even if they were fully corrupted. Had she underestimated him that much?

"I can tell you what I am not..." the darkened king mockingly stated as the tentacles unmade his armour with guided movements, stripping him within seconds. Even through the haze of the Shadowform, his cock was clearly distinguishable. Hell, it looked even bigger than usual, that thing was around twenty-five centimetres and thick to boot. Even Xal'atath, who had laid with many monstrosities in her day, was respecting of that size, fearful in fact. She tried to keep her legs closed but what she had done to Valtrois just yesterday was now done to her. Even the part Xal'atath had only suggested. "...A boy!"

The massive dick split her pussy in one swift movement and immediately she felt cum filling her hole. It wasn't a display of lacking Endurance. Just the raw amount of power inside him turning Anduin's balls into a swollen sack ready to spurt at every thrust. Such concentrated darkness washed into Xal'atath. Her whole, newly acquired body was suddenly beyond her control, orgasmic ecstasy washing over her,

"NOOOOOOOOO," she screamed out as her spine arched up and her eyes rolled up in her skull. Normally, she would have drunk such delicious, concentrated darkness willingly, but this one was not just any Shadow, it was Anduin's Shadow.

And with it came the mane-like marks of deep purple around her smooth pussy.

"What?!" Anduin laughed at her, his open mouth a grin from a nightmare scene. "You suddenly don't want to be bred anymore?! WAS ALL THAT TEASING JUST A LIE YOU SCHEMING SLUT?!" He took his hands of her neck and grabbed her thrashing legs instead, bending her whole body until her kneecaps were right next to her head. For a moment he slipped out of her and his cum began flying over her face, midnight blue hair, and her rolled-up midriff. "Taste me, Xal'atath, you and your kind all about tasting essences, right?!"

To the haunting cackle of the king, her mouth opened against her will. The mark on her body forced her to obey his commands. Imprisoned in a blade since before the arrival of the titans and now that she had gotten out, she immediately overstepped her boundaries. Something she didn't really have time to think about as the terribly delicious taste of her new slaver crossed her now parted lips and caused her shivering orgasm to continue. "No, pleeasshheeee," she groaned as her tongue scooped more and more of the seed inside her mouth. There was a lot more where it came from and it continued to rain down on her face. "I jussssht wahnt to be freeee."

"Should have thought about that before double-crossing me, you bitch," Anduin shrieked, slapping his girth on her pussy lips and shallowly grinding over them as he continued cumming. The height of that ecstasy was the darkened king barely noticed. The only thing he derived pleasure from in these moments was pure domination. Although his lust certainly helped fuel that. "You are such a wet slut, they should have sealed you away in some sort of masturbation device. What a sorry state for an Old God to be in."

"Hoooow do you knooow?!" she managed to gargle out. The answer came in the form of Anduin invading her mind as easily as she had done with most of her wielders over the years. He ripped in there and rummaged through her secrets, the king had access to secrets the Lords only gave to those they personally flung across the darkness of space now. "Get out! GEEET OUUUUT!" she threw all her power behind these words.

Anduin froze, both his body and inside her mind, he even stopped his rain of seed for the moment. For a moment, she dared to hope it had worked. "Oh, oh no, Xal'atath," then came the quiet, giggling whisper of the man she had personally driven mad with an excess of power. He pulled back, the tip of his cock once again aligning with her pussy entrance. "I am going so deep into you that you are going to choose me over your precious Lords."

She wanted to doubt that but his blue glowing eyes reflected the mad drive to do so. While the Lords were infinitely more powerful than this man, they were also locked far outside the physical universe. Unlike the Light, they were also entirely undecisive. Could it perhaps be that they picked this man over her? Was that where his insane strength came from? Impossible, the Shadow didn't bless people at random.

Then it could only have been his own willpower.

"I am going to fill you up with all of this darkness you put inside me," Anduin proved that theory right with just two sentences. "Then the Light will return to me and I will both be in equilibrium and have a new cocksleeve." He grabbed her lower tights much more tightly than was comfortable for Xal'atath. "DOESN'T THAT JUST SOUND GREAT?!"

"Noooo, pleashe, no, I beg yooouhhh, your majheshty!" she slurred, her mouth still wide open. Then words died completely when Anduin entered her the second time. The penetration along with the seed filling her womb immediately made her cum. She had thought this form would allow her to mess with the mortals easier, turn eyes and heads, now the immense sexiness was to her detriment as the lack of tentacles, teeth and eyes meant she had nothing to deter the man in front of her from desiring her worldly flesh. "Leeeeeet me rooooam freeeee."

"The only thing you are free to do is to cum on my cock," Anduin stated and immediately caused her orgasm to double in intensity. "SLUT, WHORE, A COMMON BITCH IS WHAT YOU ARE! HOLD YOUR OWN DAMN LEGS YOU USELESS CUNT!" Her body obeyed before her mind had a chance to react and the mark around her pussy rewarded her with yet more pleasure. She was barely able to tell anymore where up or down was anymore, her entire body just writhing as it absorbed the ridiculous amount of semen. At least that was an advantage of her alien physiology, she wouldn't be bloating like a balloon under this endless pumping of semen.

"Pleassheeeee," she still could do nothing more but beg in the rare cases that she got a word out. Every time she did, Anduin slapped her across the face with his right, his left continuing to clamp down on her windpipe.

"You still don't get how this goes," Anduin ridiculed her straight to her face. "'Please, please, please'," he mocked in a high-pitched voice, a bad imitation of her own. "You are my slave now, I am your master, if you beg, SAY IT. SAY 'MASTER'."

"Mmmmmaaaa-," everything inside her struggled against it, teeth clenching together. In response, the mark seeped every feeling from her body. Joy, pleasure, even sadness and hopelessness. One by one, they were dulled. The emptiness should have brought relief, but instead an unsettling quiet took their place. It was just nothing, she was just nothing. Even for a being of a void, or perhaps especially for such a being that was used to the constant madness of the cosmos writhing against it, this peace and quiet was unbearable. "Maaasssss," a bit of feeling returned to her. "Masssssssteee-" still she struggled.

"SAY IT!" Anduin bellowed again.

"MASTEEEEEEEEEER!" she screamed out and all the feeling returned together with one gargantuan load flooding her gulping womb. Every time she thought it was impossible to feel more pleasure, the High King proved her wrong. The return of her orgasms to her conscious came together with the full-impact of another one.

The cloak of shadows around Anduin's form grew thinner, but as slow as his reason returned his madness was still stronger. At the very least, his constant cum-splattering was over for good now. He was still inside her, soaking inside her black pussy juices that doubled as an aphrodisiac that could be absorbed directly through the skin. "What a good little cumbucket you are," he hummed. "Did you mean it when you called me master?"

"Yes," Xal'atath slowly recovered. Given the moment

"Don't lie."

"No," Xal'atath teared up a little and immediately felt ridiculous. She had been a god, a being that could create life from her thoughts alone. Now she was to be a slut to this mere man? Impossible. She would struggle even if it killed her. But that emptiness...

"I will make you mean it," Anduin growled in an unsteady tone, hovering between incredible deep and very high. Then he suddenly smirked. "See, I want to try a little experiment. I know I can make you sluts feel on command but can I alter your perception if I want to?" Xal'atath's eyes widened and she shook her head in an attempt to negotiate, but the darkened king was already moving his lips again. "How about 'Your pain is now intense pleasure'?"

Directly after saying that, he slapped her across the face. The reaction was immediate, her juices splashing against Anduin's crotch. Intensely enjoying this, he slapped her a couple more times. The imprints of his hand on her face never lasted for more than a second. Her regenerative factor wasn't as absurd as G'huuns, but for some bruises it was more than enough.

"Now, if that works... your sensitivity is now doubled," he moved on to pinching her blue nipples. He made a grimace as that only got a loud moan out of her. "Double again," he growled, pulling at her large tits, she shouted, "Double again," she screamed as the mere pull and the girth of his quivering cock inside her drenched pussy was enough to send her over the edge. "Double again! DOUBLE AGAIN! DOUBLE AGAIN! DOU..." she shouted again and again.

At some point her ears no longer registered the perception of her newly created body was gone. Completely gone. There were only two things. Her own pleasure, a tormenting ecstasy beyond anything even gods were supposed to feel. There was not a being in creation that could have withstood this and it all radiated from the hips that began thrusting in and out of her without remorse.

Xal'atath was lying in the scattered ashes of the fight and all her body could do was quiver weakly, like she was a ragdoll that shook in an earthquake. Anduin was kneeling in a practical lake of her juices. His hips rammed against her cushion of a perfect ass over and over again. Her followed the sway of her cum-glistening tits with laughing eyes.

He came inside her one more time and that load was the one that weakened the Shadow enough for his common sense to make somewhat of a return. "You are freed from my earlier commands," he stated and Xal'atath felt her mind rapidly recover. To the shaking of yet more orgasms, of course.

"Haaa... haaaa," the Old Goddess almost laughed as she shivered in bliss. "Try as you might, your majesty, but you are not a master of mine."

"Is that so...?" Anduin wondered and looked at her unbloated stomach. He understood what she had been doing, but another question was more urgent. "You remain not carrying of a heir of mine, is this correct?"

"...Yes," she could only answer truthfully.

"The next time I cum inside you, you will let my seed fertilize you and you will carry a proper, powerful human offspring," he told her and then started moving again.

That was too much. "You cannot be serious... a HUMAN I shaaallll... aaaahh... bear... a huuumaaan?!" she voice became more and more distorted as she threw back her head and moaned out loud. The gates of acceptance for her body were now wide open and nothing could convince her instincts that this wasn't a good feeling, no matter how much her expanded mind struggled against it. At the base of it, even Old Gods had simple urges, be it to corrupt, consume or, in her rare case of one of the few female ones of her kind, to breed.

"And I WILL be your master!" Anduin commanded. "The moment you believe it, it will cross your lips!"

"As if that'll hap-" Xal'atath began to redicule but was promptly silenced when one of the tentacles suddenly slid inside her mouth. Another one, she felt pressing against her ass, using her own overflowing juices as lubrication. This more reasonable Anduin saw the tools around him and used them to their full functionality.

"Do not underestimate me again," the High King warned her and put different strategy to use. Rather than blindly violate her every hole, he went about it slowly and with great care not for his, but for her pleasure. Aside from the tentacle in her mouth, solely there to keep quiet her continuous backtalk, every single tendril at Anduin's display was searching for her weak spots. Once one was found, Anduin used it in a rotation of sensual teasing.

His hips moved slowly, his thumb circled her clit with the experience of a seasoned lover. Although this let her exit her orgasmic state, she was now trapped in another state of delight. Rather than constant, nerve-wrecking climaxes she could now enjoy the proper build-up. This was something the Old Goddess had absolutely NO experience with. In the world of dark whispers and manipulations, the only gentle stimulation she knew was that before a backstab.