Who a King Must Do Ch. 20

As much as Anduin was curious what this new and obviously improved gnome was capable off, her and her sized-up tits had to wait. This was despite him being immensely horny thanks to one of his guards fucking her slave relentlessly for the past twenty minutes. For complete safety, they also had to test the gas' effects on humans and elves. No rejuvenating effects or permanent changes by the looks of it, but it raised the libido of people that took it in something fierce.

"I did not expect you to accompany us," Anduin pointed out when Fenella joined with the expedition. Although, with their goal this time around, perhaps calling it a liberation force was more accurate.

"Moira would want me to sabotage your endeavour..." the dark iron dwarf stated bluntly, knowing that it was useless to try and lie. Even if Anduin wasn't going to use his spell, the Old Goddess behind him knew a schemer when she saw one. "So, I want to either do that or witness your miracles firsthand... not that you need to do much more convincing on that front."

Xal'atath crossed her arms, emphasizing her boobs in the motion. A competitive act against the immensely stacked shorty, no doubt. "You are aware that you will be made subject to the fumes as well, yes? As I understand, you and gnomes share the same mechanical origin, it is likely they will have the same effect on you as it did on them."

"You know what, I absolutely don't care," Fenella announced, after looking over to the two enhanced gnomes. Mizzy was wearing a thick coat against the cold, being naked had not been viable for an extended period, crawling in the snow at the behest of Valeera. The High Tinker, in the meanwhile, was coordinating efforts with newfound strength. "They look like they are forty again," if they were humans, she would probably have said twenty, "...and... no, never mind."

Valeera raised her eyes off the tiny slut that was licking her boots. "You getting as horny as this masochistic piece of filth will get you the courage to hop on my husband's cock, right?" the blood elf asked with a knowing smirk on her deep red lips.

It was fortunate for Fenella that her skin colour prevented her heavy blush from being too noticeable. Anduin still got that his second wife was right on the money from the fact that the dark iron dwarf was stomping away afterwards. It seemed he could look forward to adding not one but two shorter woman to his harem - if they desired to be branded by him. Basically a given in Mizzy's case, although her brilliance as a gnomish inventor was still present, a few tests had shown this, her brain was filled with the need to have Anduin's cock inside her.

Only Anduin's, much to his approval. Once she had been declared his slave, she had become fiercely loyal to his cock - without even having seen it yet. She just firmly believed herself to be his property until traded away. The High King loved the implication of this. If all female gnomes became like this once transformed, something 100% of all gnomes were interested in, he was looking at a whole new addition to the slave cast. Meanwhile, the male gnomes were all more than welcome to live their lives as masters.

'If the same is true for dwarves...' Anduin found himself already planning ahead, '...this gas could immediately synchronize the dwarven and gnomish culture with that of Stormwind, with all of their women becoming submissive sluts to the men...' Aside from elves, where the males were cucked enough to submit themselves to anyone, the extreme of 'all women were willing sluts' and 'all men were dominating studs' was the natural trend even in the sexually liberated city.

Every day, dozens of high-ranking women were putting down their offices in favour of their masters, serving them willingly with their bodies, as they took on the responsibilities. Something about the constant magic everyone was exposed to was facilitating this development - with no harm done to anyone in the process.

The point was, this would weld together the Alliance in a common culture centred around good looking, dominant men fucking gorgeous, masochistic sluts. Anduin was only slightly worried the men would eventually turn to be cruel but, if the past months and human development were any indication, there was no sign of anyone taking the new order for granted. Wives and public property alike were always handled with great care.

"Anduin," Mekkatorque came over in his mecha, the business of the camp was slowly dying down as people got settled with their equipment. "We are ready to depart whenever you are."

A few minutes later, they walked through the entrance of Gnomeregan, a large cog-like gate in the mountainside. The initial areas they passed through bore the marks of past destruction, but the reclaiming efforts up until this point had made it so the rubble was put in piles at the side. Defect machinery was hanging around everywhere, only touched by the hands of troggs out to let out their immature rage on whatever seemed somewhat destructible.

Said monsters quickly appeared before the large expedition. Grotesque, disease riddled humanoids with flat faces and large mouths with crooked, yellow teeth. Anduin cut them down without much concern, they were one of the races on Azeroth that there was no hope for. Numerous and aggressive, they were basically like hungry rats on search for something they could smash over the head and eat. They were too dumb for negotiations and too hostile to ignore.

It was fortunate that they were weak as well. Between Anduin and his slaves, they were butchered by the hundreds as they descended deeper into the city, always guided by Mekkatorque. Soon, they reached the areas of the underground capital that were still claimed by the irradiated smog. With the massive amount of equipment they had brought with them, they managed to cut deep inside.

Eventually, the expedition put up camp near the source of all the radiation, the central power chamber. Although it had been bombs that originally eradiated Gnomeregan, it was the subsequent damages and sabotage by the traitor Thermaplugg that kept it that way. They were about to enter an area where only Anduin's magic could protect them from the dark green smoke, and he didn't have enough energy to shield the hundreds of gnomes with them. That aside, they needed to hold the leper gnomes that came out to attack their expedition somewhere until the cleansing.

These green-skinned mutations would hopefully be cured once the radiation was cleared by the High King's might. No guarantee for this was given. However, the High Tinker refused to kill his own people if there was a chance to save them.

Due to the weakness of the opposition and the competent guidance of Mekaktorque, they arrived at their target in a few hours. A steadily leaking, massive machine of nuts, bolts, gears and metal plates that supplied the entire city with energy. Once there, it was actually rather easy to fix the entire situation. Anduin simply had to repeat the ritual he had gone through above ground, but spend more energy in the process.

He rammed both of his swords into the machinery. This damaged the hull, but was necessary for him to channel his powers effectively. Closing his eyes, he and Xal'atath joined their mighty reserves. Anduin spend all of his power on the Light, the Old Goddess lending her Shadow. The High King lead and Black Blade felt an almost orgasmic satisfaction at being useful to her master. In many ways, its was more pleasurable than simple sexual gratification. Serving a man such as him was so... deeply intoxicating.

It were those feelings, unbeknownst to both Anduin and Xal'atath, that caused the perverted corruption within the gas. A fact that didn't matter whatsoever, as the green, thick fog around them began to turn colour.

As he had hoped, doing so at the heart of the issue caused a chain reaction. All of the gas inside the city was gripped by the change, the noxious green turning into a light pink all around Anduin. All of Gnomeregan was cleansed off the radiation within half an hour of the High King standing there and channelling his power, not stopping until he no longer felt any resistance to his spell.

"Now," Anduin took a deep breath, as this act had actually exhausted him somewhat, "you should fix the leaks, Gelbin." Although the radiation had now been cleansed, there was still new fumes rising from the broken ventilation system of the power generator. Taking several breaths of the pink gas, it was almost unavoidable, since it was all around him, Anduin felt his lust rising. It was very much like tasting the pussy juices of Xal'atath or Aclysia. His cock expanded within the confines of his armour.

"Mhm, no, I don't think that'll be necessary, your highness," Mekkatorque stated turning his looking glasses and analysing the gabs in the machines hull. "Your act just now seems to have enchanted the G.U.P.S.W.U.R. itself. The new fumes it spews out are the same as those currently around us." The now young-looking gnome made a curious sound. "Fascinating. Not only did you reclaim my people's home, you also eliminated our pollution footprint."

There were a bunch of things Anduin didn't quite follow in that explanation, but it sounded like he had done even better than anticipated. In the distance behind him, he heard moans. Quiet at first, but quickly escalating. Things were heating up, over the coming ten minutes, they would only get worse.

"How do you feel?" Anduin asked Gelbin, curious what the gas effect was on the already changed gnome.

"Immensely horny!" Mekkatorque announced, the effect of the gas on him was the same as on Anduin now, "So, please, let us hurry back to the camp!"

"Yesss, pleasseee," he heard the sharp voice of Jaina and turned to look at his wives. From the arch mage, over the crimson assassin to the demonhunter, they were all rubbing their pussies relentlessly.

"Weak willed creaturrrr-," Xal'atath mocked after changing back into her gorgeous female form, interrupted by her own gasps. "Oh my master... this is... rather potent..." even the Old Goddess could not resist.

Surrounded by the pink mist, she soon joined her fellow slaves in pleasuring herself. Even Maiev, normally proud in her ability to wait for her master's command to do anything, had forced a gauntleted hand down her leather pants. It seemed this gas had a much stronger effect on females than on males.

Or, perhaps, the effect was just different. Although Anduin didn't feel that much hornier than usual, his desire to dominate was swelling. Not nearly to the levels felt when he had been possessed by the Shadow, but it was still intense. The fact that they were touching themselves without his permission was annoying him fiercely. How dared they feel any pleasure without asking him?

"Stop," he therefore commanded, his slaves obeying immediately. As the mark did its work, their hands froze and a look of intense want appearing on their face as Anduin dismissed his armour. They were loving the sensation running over them, without choice, only pieces of meat for their master to use as he saw fit. Despite their wishes to be dominated, they wouldn't have been able to stop with a normal command. The mist made them just too horny. "Nobody is getting fucked before we return to ca-"

"Aaaaahhhh," a loud moan interrupted him, guiding his gaze onto the floor. The gnome with the pink twin-tails, Mizzy didn't have a mark that forced her to obey and as such was still rubbing her clit intensely, writhing on the floor to his feet. "I'm soooo shooory," she wailed in lust, "I just caaaan't stoooop!"

"Horny, disobedient slut," Anduin growled at her, putting a foot on her head. That only made her hands work faster, her hips flying off the ground as she violently came from having her face squished between his sole and metal floor. Her voice was stuck in a single high note, her nimble tinker's fingers working her pussy and then stopping as she reached the absolute height of her orgasm. A squirt of liquid burst out and landed on Anduin's other foot. The High King stared with dark perversion in his eyes and then lifted Mizzy off the floor, grabbing her by the throat.

Orgasm barely fading, her hands immediately started working again. Both of them now, massaging pussy lips and clit. The manhandling her master let her feel, the onset of asphyxiation, it only increased the rejuvenated gnome's lust. Nothing in her life did she feel more thankful about than being the first slut to have stepped into the pink mist, giving her the opportunity to be dominated by this stud of a man. The judgemental stares of his better slaves only made it better.

"Stop." Anduin told her once again. She tried, she really tried, but all that happened was that her eyes travelled up her skull as she slipped two fingers into her tight, pink pussy. Mizzy had masturbated so much in her life, built so many contraptions to help herself with lonely evenings, never had it felt this good.

"Sh...rr...y," she pressed out, passed her forcefully narrowed windpipe. Her bright, pink lips quivered in shame. Disobeying the High King, she was such a failure.

Anduin glanced at his wives, restlessly shifting and touching each other in an effort to find some relief. They were careful not to get at each other's senstitive spots, however, only trailing around them with their fingers as they exchanged kisses and words of compliments or loving abuse. Their legs were defined by the glistening that ran down the inner sides. Next to them, Mekkatorque was clearly ready to leave and test the whores that this gas had made of the female side of his people.

"You are just my property, right?" the High King made sure that he had her consent. Even in this state, he wanted to make sure he did no violate anybody who didn't deserve it. "Your only wish is to be fucked and dominated by me and nothing more? No wife, not even a slave, just a dumb piece of meat to be filled up with dick and be bred?"

"Yeshhhhh," despite her choked state, Mizzy managed to moan that out as clear as she could, cumming again at the fantasies that entered her imagination upon Anduin's lists of questions. "Lemme... be... be your... slutty piece... of meeeaaaat!" Although her eyes were barely visible anymore and her mind was flimsily present at best, she felt the hot tip pressing against her pussy clearly. She had no words for her ecstasy, only a scream that was shut down by the pair of hands tightening around her neck.

His cock was enormous. Seeing it along had given her no idea how big it really was. The tip parted her and she couldn't believe that it kept getting thicker as she was impaled by it. She could feel herself stretching around its girth and length, as it kept going deeper into her. There should have been pain somewhere in there, her body revolting against a dick several times larger than what her tiny frame should have been able to take, but Anduin kept pushing into her and all she felt was burning hot bliss.

Anduin felt surprised by this himself. He had fucked gnomes before and there had always been a point, around halfway in, where he simply ran out of pussy to penetrate. The gas must have had an influence on her sex. Logical, seeing how Mekkatorque's cock would have been way too big for his own people now.

The entire sheathe of his cock was gripping tightly and only expanding as he stretched it. He could see a light bulge in her stomach as he went deeper and deeper. He hit her womb and the inside of her body just stretched to accommodate. All throughout, Mizzy was tense to the core, trembling occasionally and releasing a squirt of liquid around her dominator's dick.

He was grinding his teeth, breathing heavily out through the nose. The grip of her pussy was intense. The bulge of his dick passed her navel and shortly thereafter he was completely inside of her. Attempting a single thrust, he pulled her up by the throat, but had barely began moving her when he slammer her down again.

Increased sensitivity and the satisfaction he got from dominating a new slave pushed him right past the point of no return. Searing hot, his pleasure pushed itself on the forefront of his mind. His balls tightened, his lungs screamed, "BECOME MY FUCKTOY!" as he blasted his seed inside her. The gnome's eyes shone purple as the mane-like mark burned itself into the lustfully swollen flesh around her pussy lips. Saliva and tears of happiness stained her face as she threw her head backwards in raw ecstasy.

Mizzy no longer knew where her body even began or ended, where up and down where, only that she was now property of the greatest man on Azeroth, probably even the entire universe and across all planes of existence. It felt like she was getting broken by his dick and the pleasure of magic torrenting through her like an endless source of electricity. All she was, all she wanted to be, was whatever Anduin needed of her now.

At this moment, that was exactly what she was already. Anduin just moved his hands from her throat onto her ass. This way, the small form was secured as the sleeve around his cock he wanted. "Congratulations, Maiev, there is finally a slut even lower in the hierarchy than you are." Glancing over to his writhing, needy harem, the greatest master gave two simple orders. "Share in her pleasure and follow me."

He started moving with a strong stride. Whenever he planted his naked foot on the floor, the gnome on his dick jumped, from her pillowy ass over her large tits to her pink twin tails. Mizzy was just choked moans, blissful tears, saliva and rolled back eyes. She had found complete fulfilment in this world, the conscious knowledge that Anduin's potent sperm was currently busy fertilizing her eggs.

After only a couple of steps, Anduin felt another orgasm swell in his balls. The gas had made him too sensitive and it more was entering his lungs with every breathe. It wasn't getting any worse, there was a ceiling on its effect, but neither was it getting any better. However, with his bottomless reservoir of seed, he didn't fear cumming as often as his body demanded. Spurt by spurt, more semen blasted into the gnome's womb.

Mizzy's spine arched backwards, her hair dangling freely towards the ground. Her pussy clenched tightly around her master's magnificent cock. Legs widely spread, toes curled, small but soft and smooth thighs pressing into Anduin's pelvis, she covered his muscular lower body in her love juices. She had never squirted before today and this was the third time in barely three minutes.

Liquid also drummed on the metal floor behind them, a sound similar to heavy rainfall. All of Anduin's slaves came at the same time, pleasure from being filled with their master's baby batter causing them to come almost as hard as Mizzy. Clothes were soiled with copious amounts of lovejuices. Whatever articles they wore on their legs that wasn't already drenched, now was several shades darker from the wetness.

Anduin moved with infallible steps even as his cock kept pumping. Forced to follow him as they came their brains out, his wives and slaves stumbled after him as quick as they needed to. Jaina stumbled, her weak feet simply unable to keep on walking. Sadistic but not about to let his first wife, much less the woman to give birth to his first heir, fall, Anduin had kept a close eye on that. He reacted with ample time to catch her.

Her blue eyes looked up between sticky strands of silver hair, her body was burning up with lost and a sweaty mess because of it. "My master... my love... please fuck me... I need you inside me... ravage my every hole!" the arch mage moaned like a common slut. She breathed in desperation as Anduin straightened her back. All the while, Mizzy was still impaled on his cock. As she shifted on it, Jaine felt Anduin inside herself. His strong hands were on her corset, his thumbs pressing through the blue fabric into her breasts. It made her shiver. "Pleeasseeee," she whined.