Who a King Must Do Ch. 17

Anduin's third marriage was a tad different than the previous ones. The differences started with the surroundings. In the months since his marriage to Valeera, almost all buildings in the whole cathedral district had begun to be torn down. Those that still stood unchallenged either had historic value or were used as houses while the massive renovation took place. Many changes were already visible, such as the large church that gave the district its name having two massive, halfway completed wings added to it, as well as multiple giant towers.

The speed at which these things progressed was remarkable, although not entirely unexpected. Through the willing exploitation of their slaves free labour and the ingenious inventions of sexually satisfied architects and engineers, everything was coming along nicely.

In the future, the southern wing was to be dedicated to the current priesthood, which worshipped the Light in its new, perverted way. The northern wing, once completed, would house a new cult of the Shadow and its newly discovered uses for dominating pleasure, giving Stormwind balance in its newfound eroticism. The large centre would then be used for the new messes of Light and Shadow, giant orgies, sanctified by the Arch Bishop.

Omnius had been granted a vision by both of the cosmic forces and with it the power to wield Shadow and Light, in a very limited fashion, in duality himself. As would, in the future, everyone who had his position - as long as Anduin remained king. He was able to bestow two marks, which he gave to the two head-nuns of the newly formed sisterhoods. This formed the basis of the new Church of Stormwind.

In front of the cathedral had been, since the rebuilding of Stormwind, a large fountain. It had been entirely rebuilt, had been the most important project, and was thus the only thing currently finished. In the middle of a groove of purple-leaved trees, saved twigs of Teldrassil itself, was a large moon well. Reaching deep enough below the pavement for a grown man to sink in down to their chest, it was more of a pool. Despite this pool being so much larger and deeper, the water within was more potent than any other moon well in Azeroth, save only the private one near Anduin's quarters.

Constantly streaming out of a marble bow held up by statue of Elune, the falling water sparked with the light of the stars, the underside glowing in the silver of the moon, despite no magic having been worked on either. A constant confirmation of Elune's blessing upon this city and the statue representing her.

Only the finest artisans, male and female, had been allowed to work on the statue and they had studied the night elven form intensely, in sleepless sessions over many days. As such, Elune's stone-made avatar had the finest ass ever caught in stone, the firmest, perkiest tits that seemed to move in heavy and erotic breaths, the most attractive, erotically sighing face and the most detailed pussy any artisan could ever hope to show penetrated by a large stone cock, shaped after Anduin's own. Thus she kneeled there, riding that massive phallus, in middle of the moon well. Just like the water in the bowl she held above her head, there was a magical trickle of water between her legs that could only be explained the goddess approval.

Combined, all of these restructurings made for the first difference. The second was that he was standing on the altar with two girls at once. Xal'atath and Aclysia had both insisted to get this done as soon as possible and neither of them was interested in keenly observing human traditions. Which also reflected in the third difference, the choice of the wedding dresses.

Xal'atath had outright refused to wear white, while Aclysia had no love for satin or velvet. The result were two very interesting sets of clothes. Xal'atath was wearing a deep purple dress, a single, shoulderless piece that tightly hugged her breasts, creating a cleavage that always looked like it was about to spill over. While the dress from there on flew elegantly down to the floor, it was as thin as a veil and basically left her body to be seen by anyone.

Aclysia's 'dress' was cut from white leather and tailored by Fitz Skincutters, the fetish gear designer that had come to fame since Stormwind's Renaissance of eroticism. As such, it barely qualified as clothing. As a matter of fact, the top was just a bunch of leather strings up, below and between her breasts, connecting iron rings. A particularly large one tied it all together at her back, connecting that particular net to her bound hands, fixated shortly above her pants. Those only covered a bit of ass and their main feature were the dildo and anal probe sewn in, making every step a moaning cause.

Last, but by no means least, of the changes was that of the wedding ring. It was impractical for Anduin to keep adding rings to his hand, particularly as he almost never wore them. Everyone already agreed that Anduin could take as many wives as he wanted, so there was also no sense of him wearing a token of monogamy. No, what they did instead was, when they said their vows, Anduin taking collars and wrapping them around their necks.

All of his slaves, even the lowest ones, had such a collar, but where his queens had important tokens, such as Jaina's pendant of admiralship, or custom-made pieces from rare metals, Tyrande, Shandris, Maiev and Vanessa, whenever she was within Stormwind Keep, only got dog tags from simple iron.

"By the Light and the Shadow!" Omnius declared, raising both of his hands and summoning the powers in question. "I declare them husband and wife, master and slaves! You may now do with them whatever the hell you please!"

Everyone applauded the High King's third marriage. More than a few men using the asses of their worthless others (an idiom that commonly replaced significant other when referring to their slaves) rather than a second hand to clap. That was the only source of moaning for a moment, the orgy would not begin until Anduin gave the signal.

Normally he would climb on the altar with his new wife and brutally fuck her, but that wasn't exactly an option this time. Then he had the idea how to go about this. "My people, I will make this short, as my mouth will be occupied in a moment," he shouted out loud, pulling both the pale skinned queens of Stormwind close and groped their asses. "Enjoy todays abundance as you enjoy every day!"

Whistles and screams of appreciation rang out as he then took Xal'atath with both hands and raised her entire body on his shoulders. The lofty dress settled over his head and tinted the world . Her pussy was smothered into his face and his hands secured her by digging into her soft ass. The Old Goddess reacted quick and ran her hands through his long, golden mane, as her thighs further balanced the ludicrous position. Both superhuman, well, one superhuman and the other far different than human, they managed to keep their balance even Xal'atath began moaning with her husband's tongue inside her.

Aclysia immediately realized what she was supposed to do as well, falling on her knees and hastily undoing her master's ceremonious trousers. "Cock... Anduin's fat, delicious cock," she panted as it freed and landed across her face, growing quickly to full erection. She breathed in deeply, one hand on his sack and lightly massaging the two balls swimming inside the fertile seed inside, the other pushing into her pants.

Her pushed out ass, resting on her heels, was the centre of attention for a moment. Full and pale, framed with the green marks on her body, with only that little bit of leather eating into the crack between the plump cheeks.

She licked the base with her hot tongue, then quickly moved up. "Mashtah's...," the words came slurred out of her wide open mouth and were interrupted by the sound of slurping, "...shupreme cock..." Her whole body shivered when the flow of precum met her halfway and the taste, one she had become addicted too after just one shared night, spread on her tongue. Before she knew it, her instincts had caused her slow movement to grow ravenous and she was pressing the base of her tongue against the head of her beloved master's cock.

With that, the orgy began. Men and women ripped off what little clothing, if any, they had put on against the dropping temperatures. After a long summer, autumn was finally around the corner. This may very well have been the last opportunity this year for a public fuckfest of this scale.

While everyone else was busy either begging for their master's cock or roughly fucking whoever of their faithfully enslaved women they wanted, Anduin's own sluts were making themselves comfortable on the stairs leading up to the altar. This was their place, worshipping their bodies at the feet of their king. Masturbating, kissing, scissoring or eating one another out, they were open for any perversion as they were all whores seeking debauchery. Always keeping their pussies primed to be penetrated. Always in Anduin's reach. Always gasping as loud as their lust allowed them, hoping that it was their sweet moans that turned their master on the most. Always wanting his cock.

He may have been limited to just one dick, but one of the spells Xal'atath had shown him could maybe work in this situation. Just a few changes had to be made. Through their marks, Anduin perceived the positions of his slaves, then gathered the Shadow and added just a bit of Light.

Aclysia was sucking the one he had with such intensity that he wasn't even sure he would be able to remove it against the vacuum in her cheeks if he wanted. It was tighter in her mouth than the virgin pussies of some random civilians he had taken. She was as talented at cocksucking as she took pleasure in the act, just a few days of practice more and Anduin would have a perfectly suitable cumslut for his days on the throne.

Tentacles of darkness sprouted from the floor and wrapped themselves around the unsuspecting girls. Yelps were heard, immediately supplanted by ecstatic gasps as they noticed the voidborne limbs to be belong to their master and the slimy tendrils slithered between their legs and around their tits, grabbing their limbs and raised them into the air. Unlike normal void tentacles, these dark growths had golden sigils and lines running over them.

Normally just a binding spell, these special tentacles were an actual extension of Anduin's will and, to a lesser effect, his body. He could see and, more importantly, feel with them, particularly the engorged tips were as sensitive as his proper cock. Although it would be infertile seed, he was certain he could cum with them as well. Something he would find out very soon, as the tentacles sought out each unoccupied holes.

Were two of his slaves were already pleasing each other, the tentacles had maintained their positions to allow them to continue and kiss or eat each out. Others were simply shoved together by the writhing limbs and began groping the closest body out of lustful instinct. About as thick as Anduin's cock, tipped with engorged head of similar size to his own, his whores quickly familiarized themselves with this new application of their master's might by showering the tentacles in attention. As was only natural for anything that came from Anduin.

Although individually Shandris' and Tyrande's breasts were on the smaller side, when pressed against each other made for a firm yet soft surrounding. They were quickly glistening from the slimy secrete that kept the tentacle sliding up and down between them smooth. Drops of saliva also fell and ran down the dark shaft of the voidborne limb, coming from the greedy mouths of the two night elves giving it a thorough worshipping by marking every centimetre with kisses as it slid by them.

Midnight blue and well-combed hair whirled in tandem to the turquoise, naturally wild mane of Tyrande. Their flawless, purple skin was flushed to the tip of their long ears as they attempted not to taste as much of the tendrils as they could. With their full, dark lips and long tongues, they slurped up as much of it as they could, the secrete was just a note bitterer than their beloved master's precum.

The only thing that interrupted them in their attempts were their own moans. With their arms raised above their head, bundled together and used to keep them held in the air, they had very little control about their situation. It excited them to the core. Nothing was more ecstatic than trusting their master with all that they had. Aside from their mouths, they only moved their hips of their own. Grinding their outer lips against the tentacles that slithered across there.

Maiev enjoyed her lack of control even more, as she had even less off it. Effectively hog tied by the tentacles bending all of her limbs behind her back, her pussy presented clearly towards the open room between willingly spread, tentacle locked legs, she could do nothing but keep her mouth open as the one tentacle merciful enough to enter her fucked her face. In this, the flexible limb went even deeper than Anduin's real cock could have.

Although she still would have preferred his real thing to abuse her upper fuckhole, feeling the tendril sliding painfully deep into her mouth was its own pleasure for the masochistic redhead. Her petite breasts rose and feel quickly whenever she was allowed to breathe, an enticing sight of brown flesh quivering in asphyxiated desperation. If she would have had a moment, she would have begged for the tentacles around her nether regions to fuck her as hard as only Anduin could.

However, they only probed against her ass and pussy, never properly entering her. They smeared their thick, slow-running fluids over the squished hills her ass instead. Before she knew it, the abusement and denial of proper pleasure sent her right over the edge. In front of the gathered people of Stormwind and raised up like a piece meat on display, she came like an absolute slut, squirting towards the crowd. A mixture of applaud and ridicule reached her trained ears, only causing her lust to swell. Like a whip, one of the tentacles slapped against her ass and caused her to scream in ecstasy, as much as the ravaging piece in her throat allowed her.

"I like your new toys," Valeera gasped. The second queen had been scissoring it up with her senior, a position that had been roughly maintained. Together with Jaina, she had been raised by the waist and legs. They had enough wiggle room to continue their lesbian actions through gyrating motions of their lower bodies. Although a bunch of tentacles were separating their pussies from touching directly, the way they pressed the slithering limbs into each other's wet folds was rewards enough on its own.

They also both still had their hands free, allowing them to grab a couple of unoccupied tentacles and beginning to jerk them off. With furious movements, Valeera was rubbing the shafts of two tentacles, occasionally guiding one of them to her deep crimson lips. "Now you can fuck us all at the same time," she giggled and moaned, moving her hips more intensely. Like everyone else she was waiting for the moment where Anduin decided to fill her needy cunt.

Jaina would have added some words of agreement, but the first queen of Stormwind found herself at the receiving end of some special treatment. Only sluggishly, did her hands slide back and forth over the sensitive areas of the tentacles. She just didn't have the presence of mind to do more than that, as three more tentacles were giving her huge tits attention.

One was the usual tentacle, as girthy as Anduin's cock and nestled deep between her breasts, pumping up and down through her cleavage and into her mouth. Having her mouth and tits fucked by her husband, even if only indirectly, at the same time was already bliss. It would not have been enough to distract her from her duty to give Anduin the best handjob she could, however. The silver haired arch mage took immense pleasure in serving her master to the best of her ability, after all, as she expected of all of his women.

The other two tendrils put her mind and body aflame, however. They were much thinner than the others and harder to conjure, Anduin found as he continued to experiment. Rather than ending in the cock-like tips, those two tentacles had something like a suction cup at the end. After having slung themselves around her heaving breasts several times, the soft meat spilling out between the spiralling trenches, the tentacles used the cups and sucked down on her nipples.

Her breasts were kneaded from all sides, while being squished together to completely engulf the central tentacle that was fucking her mouth. The sensitive pink crowns of her milky skin were pulled on with immense force and stimulated by dozens if not hundreds of small protrusions inside the suction cup, like numerous tongues licking and worshipping her breasts.

This was what kept her mind off concentrating and made her cum over and over again. Her brilliant blue eyes were only too aware of the crowd and exhibitionist that she was, this only made her orgasms stronger. 'Yes, watch me...' she thought, as he noticed that there were men and women out there who themselves couldn't concentrate anymore, were entranced by her display, 'See what belongs to your king and your kind alone! Look at this bitch in heat only he gets to fuck! Look at me cum!' her body tensed and for a moment the tentacle pulled out of her mouth to allow the arch mage to scream out her lust for all to witness.

"MASHTAAAAAAAAH!" the single, slurred word left her mouth, filled with his manly, delightful taste. The envy of the other women, fucked by mighty studs that still didn't compare to Anduin, in the room was almost graspable.

Not stopping at the slaves on the stairs, sets of tentacles also set out to molest Xal'atath and Aclysia. "Oh yeeessssssss," the Old Goddess hissed in delight at the familiar feeling slithering over her skin, much more sensitive than any previous iterations of her body. One of them wrapped around her neck and began chocking her lightly. Her body remembered the intense, mind-shattering pleasure that had accompanied the last time Anduin had roughly handled her windpipe in such a manner. "Yes... yessss...," her manipulative, eloquent speech had died to just that one word, getting repeated over and over again and growing higher in pitch.

She felt a tentacle pushing against her anus, smearing her sphincter with its fluid to easier push inside once the High King wanted to. Open wide in a loud moan, her mouth was immediately filled with the tip of the very same tentacle that was choking her. Whenever it slipped deep into her mouth, the constricting wrap around her throat grew tighter.

'I LOVE this,' she realized. What had been utter humiliation was now making her overflow on her new master's tongue. He was doing things to her she had never thought she could feel. 'He needs a reward...' she thought, something that she couldn't quite ponder on as her husband's pussy eating skills kept her nerves electrified. She would scheme about it later.

Aclysia, too, felt the tentacles probing against her lower holes. As they forced themselves under her tight leather clothes, she pulled her hand away from massaging her clit and used it to worship Anduin's cock as well. Soon the strings could no longer keep the leather in place. Luckily, both top and bottom were designed to be removed easily. She needed only to push her ass out for the tentacles to pull the pants off and the dildos out of her.

They were replaced with the teasing tendrils' touch and Aclysia moaned. Moaned and kept sucking that delicious cock. All the way into her throat. Waiting there. Waiting. Massaging his base and hard shaft with her tongue. His balls with her hands. She loved it so much. She felt so fulfilled. Her mouth was made for sucking cock and no cock was greater than his.