Who a King Must Do Ch. 20

"What kind of failure as a slave are you to beg your master when he gave you a command, Jaina?" Anduin asked. His wife looked like he had just slapped her and she knew she had deserved it. For reasons of the most perverted variety, that only made the arch mage crave him more. "You will pleasure me when I want your holes around my cock, no sooner." He was too aware of her breasts now, however, how the sweat ran down between her massive cleavage. Those clothes had to go, if nothing else. They couldn't just leave them down here, however, as they would either need them later or they were simply too valuable.

Now that he wanted to see them naked, his mind quickly found a solution. Surely that spell with which he hid his clothes in the Void was extendable? He tried to make Jaina's clothes vanish... and failed. No need to give up immediately. If there had been a spell that could be used to completely disarm an opponent, users of the Shadows would have found and perfected it long ago. Still, Anduin had another idea. All of these girls had surrendered their bodies and lives to him, maybe if he channelled the spell through that which marked them as his property the spell would work?

Jaina felt a tingle in her loins, a soft prickling pleasure almost lost in the ravages of her current despair for getting fucked. It heat up and then vanished, together with her clothes. Her naked breasts slumped down a little bit as they were robed of the corset that had held them. The raw air against her nipples and pussy made her moan. Anduin groping her tits and playing with the pretty pink tips made her shout.

'It works,' Anduin grinned and then one by one made his slaves' clothes and armour disappear. Each time, the sudden nakedness only prompted sounds of delight. They all felt it was their master touching them through the mark around their wet and willing pussies that disrobed them. There was no need to panic. "Whoever is the next basic bitch to interrupt our way back is the last one to taste my cock," Anduin warned them and Jaina snapped back from her husband as if he had just heard the crack of a whip.

""Yes, master!"" they all spoke in perfect unison, tones filled with boundless desire denied by their perfect man. Anduin turned, the silly fucked Mizzy once more bouncing on his every step. His harem followed with anguished sounds of perversion.

Mekkatorque was taking the whole thing in with fascinated eyes, visibly taking notes to learn from the greatest master and man on Azeroth and how he handled his heated sluts. In return, Anduin didn't pay much attention, he was concentrating on being there should another of his girls trip. Given his warning just now, they were successful in keeping themselves walking, even if they kept cumming each time Anduin filled the pink haired gnome with more of his spunk.

Every few metres, the High King unloaded another giant load inside the permanently orgasming Mizzy. She was hanging from his dick like a sail in strong winds, arched and sometimes wavering from an orgasmic shudder. Womb stretching from the raw amount of semen, her stomach looked slightly bloated. Still, she wanted more. Maybe, if she just got filled up enough, she could become pregnant multiple times? Completely illogical, a gnome should know better, but her mind knew nothing but the wish to be bred and thus prayed for the possibility.

She was so full with sperm that part of it pressed past her tight folds and spilled out of her pussy lips. The wasted drops fell to the floor, the second Maiev noticed this, she no longer walked, but crawled after her master. In the moments where she licked the delicious treat off the metal floor, she was thankful for all the training she had received. Keeping up while going on all fours like a proper bitch was no problem for her.

They finally arrived back at camp and the sight made Anduin cum one last time into Mizzy's fertile cunt. Gnomes, way more than the force of the expedition, were just going at it. Tiny sluts with large tits and wide hips perfect for child bearing were getting dominated by big dicked males. All of them were rejuvenated, healthy individual with smooth skin and asses that jiggled only from impact. The entire spectrum of gnomish hair, from a bright pink to a simple black, was turned into messy, sweaty strands as the orgy only escalated further.

"Eureka!" Mekkatorque howled and hit an ejection button. In a redicilous display, he was flung through the air and landed balls deep inside some slut that had been bent over just waiting for someone to fuck her up the ass. She got what she wanted, the High Tinker finally fucking after having held back since his transformation.

"Oh my god, blonde stud, please take me," a female, squeaky noise reached Anduin's ears. A second one echoed the notion, then a third, a swarm of horny female gnomes closed in on him, attracted by his dominating body language and the smell of his potent seed. Many of them were recovered leper gnomes, since they had no idea who they were talking to. It all worked far better than Anduin had anticipated.

To the sound of their begging Anduin balls tightened over and over again. Each time, his wives were sending a wave of their own love juices down to the floor. They just couldn't help it, even second hand pleasure from their master was just too good.

Only once this orgasm subsided, did Anduin contemplate what to do. Well, the what was obvious. Fuck, shame, dominate and breed as many of these sluts as possible. The how was the actual question. First, the High King wanted to be comfortable. A nearby bench, unfolded out of a mechanical box, caught his eye and he walked over there. Gnome encampments had a staggering number of comfortable things that just appeared out of way too small gear boxes.

"Stay back and watch - just watch," Anduin told his wives who let out noises of equal parts complaint and happy submission. "You," he addressed the crowd of sexy tinkering midgets, all begging to be dominated by their newly awakened instincts to be sluts to whoever was man enough. "Get ready for my seed."

Squeals of happiness were heard as Anduin grabbed Mizzy by the midriff and began lifting her. "N-noooo," she managed to slur past her lolled out tongue, her body was just a limp, occasionally quivering assortment of sweat, pussy juices and messy pink hair. Wanting to be a good cocksleeve, she would have begged to be dropped back on his enormous cock, if she still had the mental capacity to string more than two words together.

Anduin understood her intention regardless. "One woman cannot satisfy me, Mizzy, take your rest and let me live out my desires. Be a proper slave and accept your master's decisions," he told her. Something agreeing was moaned, then Anduin's cock was free. Although the gnome immediately clenched her muscles, she was just too fucked through and there was just too much of it to properly seal the semen from leaking.

It dripped in huge gulps onto the cock it had come from, where it didn't stay for longer than a few seconds as a flood of tiny mouths jumped onto the High King's erection. Placing the new, pink-haired thing, for that was all she was, on the bench next of him, he addressed his slaves once more. "My queens," he said, notably leaving Maiev out, "You can clean her cunt, if you so desire."

Of course, they did and Jaina, as the first queen of Stormwind, naturally got the right to begin. Panting like a dog, she bowed down to the steady spill of cloudy white. Although she still wasn't allowed to touch herself, eating her master's seed out of a recently impregnated slave was giving her more pleasure than her own fingers ever could. Mizzy just shuddered and weakly gasped, little more than a living storage for Anduin's sperm.

The High King went back to paying attention to his own on-goings. Several gnomes were standing between his spread legs, quickly cleaning his cum and pussy juice drenched cock with their eager tongues. "It's so big!" said one. "I want it to stretch my slutty pussy," mused another. "Oh titans, look at that huge sack, enough seed to knock me up for sure!" a third gasped excitedly.

"Don't just stand down there," Anduin reprimanded them, grabbing two of them by the hair tugging them gently to climb onto the bench and give the rest of him attention. Once they realized the High King was more than a deep, demanding voice and a fat cock, the sluts were quickly upon him. A tide of oddly haired and messily sweating gnomes surrounded him on all sides. Their short and curvy bodies smothered his skin by grinding against him. Stretching out his arms, he grabbed two asses without even aiming for it and deeply embraced two random gnomes. Their huge breasts spilled over one of half of his muscular chest each. Their heartbeats were drumming with excitement.

Both had bright green hair and, thanks to the pink gas enveloping all of them, were at the height of their physical beauty. Green and blue eyes twinkled at him, full, pink lips slightly opened as if to say something, but holding back under his stern gaze. His hands rubbed over the globes of their asscheeks and down between their legs. Effortlessly, he slipped two fingers into their tight and wet snatches.

Anduin knew how to please woman, slowly moving his fingers at the start, searching for those spots were they breathing accelerated the most or was unloaded in simple sighs of desire. Curving his fingers to keep stimulating those spots specifically, he upped his tempo. Their tits were so tightly pressed against him that their nipples were the only things remaining still as their whole bodies were shook by the High King finger banging them.

His supreme technique caused them to cum quickly. Overflowing juices drenched his fingers and saliva ran down their chins, open mouths just gasping for air. As Anduin pulled the green eyed one close to share a deep, dirty kiss with her that had her simply take his motions as his tongue invaded her mouth, more soft tits were pressed against the side of his head. A single flat chest gnome pushed out her extra fat ass into his view as she slicked back and forth on his left leg. Over the other leaned a light blue hair gnome, whose short hair looked like it had been recently hit electricity. Together with four others, she was continuing her worship of that divine dick of Anduin.

His orgasm fast approaching, the High King chose to simply let it happen while saying nothing. Seed sputtered soon into the air with the force of a geyser, an enormous load even for him. It showered down on the short and stacked shapes covering his entire body, sticking to hair and painting skin.

Anduin switched from kissing one gnome to the other as he guided the green-eyed one onto his cock. Jealous sighs could be heard all around as that girl slowly impaled herself. The outline of his dick was readily visible every inch of the way.

She was every bit as tight as Mizzy. Successfully, Anduin had given the world yet another race to serve as breeding slaves. All the people of this world needed to agree to was to be part of the Alliance. Of his new and peaceful world order. It was all going along swimmingly.

It didn't take long for him to fill her up with his baby batter as well. There was no need to hold back, on the contrary, there was every reason not to. Holding back meant that he would spent less of this rush going from one gnome to the next and giving her a bucket load of cum to use their newly rejuvenated bodies with. No, he needed to fuck as many as he could, witness their cushion-like asses bounce of his groin, see their tits, dominatingly huge on most of them, jiggle as they rode their brains to mush. They were unable to quit the High King's enormous cock and the way it messed up their insides, stretched them and then filled them up that that they bellies swelled.

Eyes rolled back, they took their turns, a puddle of lovejuices soon present everywhere around. Crawling on the floor were already impregnated gnomes, unable to move, often soon beset by Anduin's cum-craving wives assaulting their cunts and eating out the doubtlessly impregnated sluts. Around him the wider orgy also continued, it wasn't like he was hogging all the whores, there was an ample amount of horny slaves for all the dominating males to breed with.

Anduin simply got the attention of more than anyone else and he didn't even have to lift a finger to get it done. His sheer presence was causing these submissive bitches to fall to his feet in burning heat. The smell of his cum drove them crazy.

A pile of quivering gnomes, many of them with the human and elven faces between their legs, sat to the floor around Anduin as the last unfucked female slid of his cock with rolled back eyes and messy hair. Suddenly, he found himself without a cocksleeve and the High King was anything but happy about that.

'Should I fuck my personal slaves now?' he asked himself, they all looked about ready to implode from their bottled-up desires. They had all cum but, aside from Mizzy, none of their climaxes had come with the deeply fulfilling girth of their master stretching them, or their greedy holes being filled with his fresh seed. Personally, he wanted to let them dangle a little bit longer. It would make it that much better if they needed him to the point of insanity.

And an alternative approached him with steps that reminded Anduin of a heavily hungover person. Slow, almost trancelike, and unsure where to go. The dark iron female Fenella was coming his way. Where she had been until that point, the High King didn't know, but she was still wearing her clothes. Just from her face, he could already reckon that the gas had affected her as well.

Fenella was breathing with an open mouth, her tongue lightly extended past her lips, and the second Anduin's cock came into view, she focused in on it like a gear locking into place. Her black lips looked even fuller than before, her round face all signs of any stress ever removed and attaining a sturdy beauty that had the charm of a widely known barwench. She was no princess, aristocratic beauty like Jaina or Xal'atath, no amazon like Tyrande, not a seductive danger like Aclysia or Valeera. No, Fenella looked like a rural woman from a hard-working family that had maintained herself a breath-taking beauty. Plus, her tits were enormous.

"High King... Anduin..." she gasped and fell on her knees before him. "Can you... can you become my master? Please... I need your cock... I want to serve someone that can beat Moira... I REALLY need you to fuck me..."

Anduin smirked and leaned back. "No, I won't fuck you yet... but you can serve me. Suck my cock."

With shaking hands, the dark iron reached out. She had fought the effects of the gas for a while. Thought it was unnatural what she was doing after all. Only after seeing all of these happy submissive slaves around her future, feeling her own crotch going wet, had she let it take hold of her. It was her choice to become this way and the moment her tongue tasted the pussy juice of dozens of gnomes mixed with Anduin's cum, she knew it was all worth it.

"You and me, we will fuck back at Ironforge, when I confront your old 'empress'," Anduin told Fenella as she began the arduous task of learning how to suck a cock of his magnificent time. The High King put a hand on her head and guided her with a sadistic grin. He would teach her, then he would cum a second time inside all of them and then he would fuck his wives until they had trouble walking back to their ride.

He was in no hurry. This orgy would run for as long as it needed to for the gnome's to feel satisfied with their ascension into slut and studhood.