Who a King Must Do Ch. 23

Anduin was sucking on Jaina's tits. Although no milk had yet started leaking from them, something looked forwards to with perverse curiosity, his first wife was now just over four months pregnant. Over three weeks had passed since the visit to Ironforge and since then her already sizable breasts had swollen by a noticeable degree. They lost a bit of firmness in the process, but the drooping wasn't unattractive, just gave her a motherly charm as her belly began to bulge in accordance.

Her entire body was positively glowing with anticipation towards being a mother and it made her all the more attractive. "Ride me, my queen," Anduin gasped after letting the pretty pink nipple go. It was to be enjoyed for as long as he could, that she still could move unobstructed by his growing heir.

"As you wish, my master," she answered in the most fulfilled tone, smoothly turning from her seat on his side. By the time it took her to swing her leg around and straddle him atop his throne, Maiev, Tyrande and Shandris stopped orally pleasing him and gave their clear superior in the High King's harem the room she needed to slide down the massive prick they had been pleasing. Only for a few moments though, the moment Jaina had slid down all the way and began riding him with slow, circular movements of her wide hips, the night elven slaves immediately did as they did best and served.

Maiev remained on her knees, lathering Anduin's balls, and his shaft whenever she got to see it, with attention from her tongue while Tyrande and Shandris quickly fetched an amphora of moon blessed water and massaged it into Jaina's skin as she moved. Since they had completely and permanently submitted themselves to the humans, the previously most famously mortal of all Alliance races had gained immunity to any adverse effect overexposure to Elune's waters might have. A showing of approval from the goddess, no doubt and a blessing that now pearled down between Jaina's massive tits as Tyrande fondled them from behind.

"She doesn't need both of you for that," Valeera commented, sitting next to Anduin's left with only her hand to rub her wet cunt. "Shandris, put your tongue to better use," the dark-haired elf obeyed immediately, soon burrowing her face between the rogue's pale thighs. Subservience wasn't the only reason for this, Valeera had been treated to a proper filling not too long ago, Anduin's cum still fresh inside her bred cunt. "How I love being with you," Valeera purred into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Every day is a new climax."

Anduin's right side felt rather empty with that treatment. Moaning and pleasure from the arch mage that rode him, moaning and compliments from the blonde blood elf bombshell on his left. It was Xal'atath who quickly filled that gap, also wrapping her arms around Anduin. Her greyish purple colouration fit the display quite nicely. Between the Old Goddess' legs, Aclysia was keeping her tongue busy with her fourth most favourite activity behind sucking cock, being fucked and being fucked up the ass: eating out a fellow slave of the High King.

"Although there could always be more highlights, Anduin," the black blade whispered seductively in his ear. "We have been preparing for a while now. Perhaps it is time to finally strike at that pesky Horde and find yet more races to enslave for your superior cause? My temple would appreciate the moans of more sluts that finally learn their place in this world."

The thought made Anduin enter a delighted haze. Imagining the many more attractive races that needed to fall to the erotic ways of the Alliance, tightly pressed in a room, fucking their hearts out, with himself at the centre of it all, breeding every last willing slut with his oppressive skills. The draenei were, at large, still teetering on the edge, while goblins, blood elves and nightborne, still had to be even shown the dazzling future the High King could bring.

The images this conjured sent him over the edge and Jaina's back arched against Tyrande, who caught her in a sweet embrace and muffled her cum-fuelled orgasm through a meeting of their lips. Anduin just had to sit there, arms around Xal'atath's and Valeera's hips, groping their plum asses, watching as Tyrande showed just how much more full Jaina's tits had gotten with every motion of her slender fingers, sinking deeply into the supple flesh.

Spurt after spurt of semen pumped into Jaina, the white-blonde haired mage gasping continuously into the tongue twisting kiss she exchanged with Tyrande. To his feet, Maiev got to taste the sweet lovejuices of his first wife, torrenting down Anduin's groin, and soiling his leather-wrapped seat of power.

His orgasm passed without the High King showing any sign that he lost control of his body. Indeed, he seemed the complete master of the situation even as every last synapse in his body got rushed with pleasure. "Not yet," he finally answered Xal'atath, despite his wishes to make that fantasy true as quickly as possible. "I won't strike before we don't have absolute certainty of our victory. I won't send thousands to die by the plague yet again."

The memory of the battle of Undercity was still vivid in the king's mind. Deathly green for, Horde and Alliance people alike, choking, only to be raised as undead puppets. All for the banshee queen's ruthless plans to take over all of Azeroth. "As you wish then, master," Xal'atath said and didn't chase the topic any further. Not for now, at least. Instead, she put her energy into kissing his neck with her soft, purple lips, her large breasts caressing his shoulder.

Aside from Mizzy, Fenella and Vanessa, all of his slaves were present. It was easy to forget, but all of them had things to do outside of pleasing him. Things that they would drop immediately if he so desired, but something they could or needed to occupy themselves with when he wasn't around. For most of them, that was statecraft or leading a particular branch of the military. Valeera and Vanessa had their spying to do. Mizzy and Fenella, when they weren't drooling over his cock, were actually capable engineers of their respective schools.

Fascinatingly, they seemed to only grow more brilliant in mind if recently filled to the brim with hot loads. Anduin chalked this up to another effect of Slutstud, but it may very well have been that a satisfied mind could simply think better. Either way, they were pumping out new prototypes or improves schematics for all kinds of things. New sex toys, standardized nuts and bolts, new designs for air ships, the list went on for quite a while.

Their most ambitious project right now was a series of metal tubes that were supposed to run underground and transport fresh water to every single household. Granted, that was actually Anduin's correction on it once he had seen the plans. The short-stacked slaves had planned to lay a pipeline all the way from Gnomeregan to Stormwind in order to pump off some Slutstud and make that an easily available public good. Currently, they were shipped a few canisters of the compressed stuff every few days. Since it was in practically limitless supply, the central power generator of Gnomeregan producing the gas as a side effect, it was cheap and readily available.

The person who appreciated it the most was doubtlessly Xal'atath, who always used it during her sermon's to start orgies of epic proportions. Orgies that Anduin looked forwards too even if he had no time to join them, since a completely submissive Xal'atath, only pleased by the tongues of her handmaidens for hours, would stumble into his bedroom and beg for his dick every single time.

It had also quickly replaced alcohol as the people's drug of choice. Compared to a clean rush that increased sexual desires, performance and heightened the ability at performing as either dom or sub, all without any signs of addiction so far, the inhibition reducing drink that often lead to headaches the next day just couldn't compare. Particularly since people didn't need a lot of inhibitions reduced anymore.

That wasn't to say people didn't drink anymore, particularly dwarves hung on their traditional beverage, just that the consumption had sharply declined. Until someone had figured out that one could mix all kinds of alcohol with liquid Slutstood to get one refreshingly cool, slightly sweeter, drink that unified the best of both worlds, eliminated the hangover and continuously exuded pink fumes that made everyone around very willing to get into the business.

Taverns all over Stormwind had diversified what they offered accordingly. Since it was colder now, they were the main gathering places for orgies and swinging activities. There were many different kinds of establishments, serving to everybody's want or need. Some taverns had drinking halls that almost mirrored those before the enslaving of the night elves. Rooms were people just got drunk and talked, all while staying clothed. Access to bedrooms was a whole lot easier though, and couples could retreat there, have a quick romp and get back to socializing. Other places didn't even bother with having chairs anymore. Couches and beds were scattered around tables, everyone indulging in a permanent orgy where everyone slept with everyone.

One particularly popular tavern at the centre of the trade district was the 'One True Master', where men talked in a gentile atmosphere while their female companions were restricted to sit under MS-Twos', tables specifically designed to give optimal blowjob conditions. The men dictated their girl's seating's, from the comfortableness to the dildo they got to ride, and ordered their drinks. All the women were doing and absolutely loved to do was to suck cock. Only if their master was flaccid, for whatever little time that lasted, were they allowed to place a few orders. Not to get out from under the table, however.

Anduin wasn't quite sure if he wanted to interrupt that flourishing party culture by introducing Slutstud to every single household. Given the sexual themes they could only have there, the people would probably still go there, but the High King was still debating. Running water, however, sounded like a dream come true. Stormwind had an abundance of fresh and clear water, but running to the well to fetch it was something he looked forwards to sparring his people.

A third orgasm ebbed away, with Jaina quaveringly laying on his chest. The ecstasy made it unable for her to do more than wiggle her bubble butt in order to milk him. Her tongue was stretched towards him lustfully, Anduin leaned forwards to give her a sloppy kiss. One that both Xal'atath and Valeera quickly joined. All four of them had their tongues wrestle, his wives vying for his attention with gaps and moans.

"I love you all," Anduin said when his balls quivered one last time and the trio beamed with tremendous happiness, kissing his face enthusiastically. Easefully, he slipped a finger into the assholes of his two wives at the sides. The holes were as coated in their juices as their entire leather seating was. The tongues still steadily at worked on their pussies ensured this flawlessly.

"Oh, fuck yes," Valeera gasped, throwing her head back. "You sadistic hunk of perfection, you know I love it in the ass."

"You love whatever I do to you," Anduin stated in a matter of fact tone, smirking widely. "If you don't, I will just make it so."

"Can you?" Valeera challenged, fully knowing the answer.

"When I say that your behind is now twenty times more sensitive than your pussy," Anduin answered and immediately had Valeera's eyes role back in her skull, "then your body obeys. Isn't that right, you horny slut?" No response, only a wide open mouth on a trembling body. "Answer me, what are you?"

"Yourrr horrnshy lil shluut," her voice echoed loudly through the hall as his command forced her tensed body to speak. "Shlave, I am your second wiffffe and your slave! A body you can ussh howeverrr ya waaaannnnt!"

There was one reward Anduin had for such honest ladies. Slipping a second finger into her asshole he said a single word, "Cum." Her arms tightened around his neck and the golden eyed blonde climaxed with all the increased sensitivity of her backdoor. Massive squirts of girlcum had to be quickly drunk by the midnight blue-haired sentinel general. Shandris took this entirely with glee, rubbing herself to an, albeit lesser, orgasm as she envied the woman that got to hug their master while she came.

Anduin undid the sensibility and let Valeera recover from that sudden climax, although her half-open eyes were clearly screaming for more. His attention got pulled back to the front, where his first wife was moving again.

"Do you want to fuck me in that hole as well?" Jaina asked, the tone of one of most powerful and smartest women in all of Azeroth distorted by how cock drunk she was. Anduin swore she got more beautiful with every day his child grew inside her. "Having all of me filled with your cum would please me greatly."

The High King considered this for a moment and ultimately nodded. "Variety is a pleasant experience," he said, not that he exactly needed a reason to fuck any of his sluts in any hole he wanted. Jaina's body protested the decision by gripping tightly onto the massive member, not wanting to ever be departed from her master's cock.

Nevertheless, Anduin soon felt the air and Maiev's tongue on his dick, gooey strands still connecting him to the swollen cunt. The Warden took the opportunity to taste him, even if it was just for the short moment that it took for Jaina to readjust her position. A moment, during which the throne room also swelled with noises that went beyond the usual gasps and moans of an eventless day.

Perturbed by this, Anduin told Jaina, "Perhaps you should use your mouth instead." She nodded in response, although somewhat disappointed, and dismounted him. Together with Tyrande, no longer needed to massage Jaina's curves, she joined Maiev on the floor. Three greedy mouths shared in their worship for his cock while he had a clear view of his court session again. A lot less pleasant to behold than Jaina's breasts swaying with every bounce, but necessary.

The High King looked just in time for a new arrival, as always readily recognizable by the amount of clothes on his body, making a whispering report to Genn. The contents seemed rather dire, as he even had his wife stop in her own work on his cock. Mia had miraculously regained much of her hair colour and, although she had been attractive before, was barely recognizable anymore as a woman that should have been past her ability to have children. Indeed, one could be understood if they mistook Mia for the older sister of her own daughter Tess.

Albeit Anduin hadn't seen the princess and heir of Gilneas since the start of the war. All he knew was that she was part of an underground organization called the Uncrowned. That and that she was very much on the side of the night elves. Maybe she was preparing things over at Darkshore? He would have to investigate this eventually. It would be best if discussed her with Genn at some points. Given that she was going to be the next queen of Gilneas and what Anduin's plans for the powerful women of this world were.

Genn gave it one last, grim nod, then dismissed the messenger, pointing him at a pair of unused night elves, smooth skin and firm curves ready to be defiled, just waiting to serve some weary soldier with clear water, sweet fruits and every delight their bodies could give. No wonder that the military of Stormwind was still improving with these incentives.

The king of Gilneas approached the throne to the silence of the court. Although not stopping in their work, Anduin's slaves did shift their positions a little bit to allow Genn to walk right up to the High King. It would have been awkward, to say the least, for the naked king to bow over his superior's property with his hard cock still dripping.

All of Anduin's slaves listened as carefully as their master did, while Genn quickly gave him the rundown of what had happened. Once finished, the old wolf returned to his seat to let Anduin makes his decision. Mia was right back under the table, together with some dwarf, making sure her husband didn't accumulate any stress.

After a few minutes of thought and exchanging whispers with his wives, Anduin rose from his seat and raised his voice over the slurping from Maiev's slick lips around his erect shaft. "As all of you should know, the city of Valeeria in Westfall has been growing rapidly since its founding three months ago. A harbour has been erected, a forest has been planted and rapidly advanced through druidic efforts. The first trade ships have been built with the lumber just last month and a few days ago we received our first shipment, consisting mostly of grain but with a not unsubstantial amount of iron, wood and fish as well. However, it is the grain that, in anticipation of our rising birthrates and the farmers that will march onto the battlefield sooner or later, we really need."

Everyone nodded, none of this was new information. Valeeria was one of the greatest successes of Anduin's reign, which meant a lot with the downright legendary number of accomplishments in recent times. It diversified Stormwind's strength, created a new and flourishing economic power, pacified a historically troublesome region and even solved food problems that hadn't arisen yet. The only thing that was missing to make this list perfect was the reclamation of the Deadmines, the Defias basis of operation that had once been the greatest gold mine in human lands. Gold wasn't exactly a metal Anduin needed right now, iron or something of superior hardness would have been much better. Neither was Stormwind in need of coining more money nor could gold be used in most war gear. Granted, it could be heavily enchanted, but that wasn't something the Alliance could take advantage off on a wide scale.

If they had the blood elves or the nightborne on their side, maybe, since those two races were as skill in enchanting as dwarves were in forging, but both of those were part of the Horde. For now, anyway.

Anduin drew a deep breathe and then broke the bad news. "Westfall sent three more ships packed to the brim with grain to Stormwind yesterday. It seems one of them has arrived just now. With a hole in its hull, half its shipment fallen into the waves and the two accompanying vessels reported sunk." The court went into a collective silence, even the blowjobs stopped. "The Horde has slipped through the Kul Tiran patrols, we don't know with how many vessels yet, but this spells problems for Valeeria and indeed all of our southern operations. Although this will certainly put a shortage on bread and other grain based foods, our general stocks can take this hit. However, the loss of life is unacceptable, as is the further threat this present." He looked at Genn and a few other select nobles. "Please follow me to the war room, we have plans to make."

Anduin began walking and his slaves smoothly rose to follow him, aside from Shandris and Maiev who departed to fetch Mizzy and Fenella. Whatever would happen next, they would best be around to hear it.

The war room was just one door away from the throne hall but the massive wooden gate sealed the main entrance so smoothly that barely any sounds entered or left. Maps and documents were scattered all over the room, a large table at the centre showing all of Azeroth. On it were numerous figures, predominantly blue, some red, few another colour, standing for the last known positions of units to see, air or ground of all factions that were of importance.

Genn grabbed three more ship-shaped, red pieces and placed them off the coast of Westfall. "They must have slipped in during the fog a couple of days ago..." the old wolf theorized.