Who a King Must Do Ch. 24

The extra help was something Anduin had no idea how it had slipped by him this past month. Materials, manpower, money, all of these were needed in quantities that they should have passed through his authority at one point or another. He would have been right in old Stormwind, but new Stormwind had about five times the economic power and more than enough labourers that were happy enough to get a whipping as their payment.

Quite literally, as the few dominant women in the society tended to have harems of very masochistic and physically strong men, stereotypically. Since those men got off on working way beyond the reasonable, that also answered the question about how quickly this thing had gotten clobbered together. Anduin was rather happy for those people, although that was absolutely not his lifestyle, as every path to happiness that harmed none of the fellow citizenry or slaves was embraced in this society.

However, and that was the last thing he didn't get, his eyes should not have been able to overlook the giant hunk of metal now swimming in his harbour. Although it utilized the basic colour scheme of gnomish engineering, bronze and the silver of polished steel, it had very little in common with the usually so nuts and bolt centric design. Indeed, to the two standard colours joined the pitch black of dark iron and minor elements of dark purple, an unknown metal. All of it was welded together into a ship three times larger even than the hulking vessel Jaina had retrieved from the depths of the sea.

Despite its ridiculous size, making it more a mobile fortress than a ship in the traditional sense, it was completely elegant. The hull consisted of a smooth base, tubes covered by triangularly arranged plated running over it, leaving open holes for rows open row of cannons between them.

"By Light and Shadow," Anduin stated when he stood before it, slowly getting used to the size of the thing. "Mizzy, how is this thing supposed to move? There are no winds in the worlds that would propel it!"

"Master, this little slut knows that," Mizzy assured, standing nakedly in front of the pathway that lead into the ship. Not onto the deck, it was way too high for that, just into a folding open side entrance. "Which is why this ship doesn't have any sails."

True enough, what Anduin saw on the ship were stacking levels of presumed housing and bridges instead, with a particularly large cannon mounted on the second highest ceiling, only a tower sitting even above that, probably to allow people to aim the damn thing.

"It has three engines that move it forward mechanically. If no energy whatsoever is available, it burns oil. The primary source isn't available, it can be fed magic, Azerite is best for that. Usually, it runs on Slutstud though," the perverted inventor said, moving onto explaining exactly how Slutstud could be used to create energy.

As Mekkatorque had apparently found out during an orgy, Slutstud in its liquid state was not a still liquid. It had some sort of sentience, or it just was a new law of physics applying to a class of sexual elements not yet further discovered. Whatever it was, 100% pure Slutstud sought to afflict people with its effects. However, at room temperature, Slutstud became gas pretty quickly. A problem quickly solved by putting it under a lot of pressure. Next problem: Slutstud needed a direct path to behave this way.

Obviously, the solution was therefore to make the endpoint of any tube the tip of a dildo. Didn't get more direct than being pumped directly into the womb of some woman. By putting a turbine between a large tank of Slutstud and such a dildo, apparently, they could make electricity. Anduin, with his human understanding of technology, just took all of this at face value.

The last problem was then keeping the generator going. Slutstud slowed down or stopped flowing entirely depending on how much its target was already afflicted. The two known ways to get rid of Slutstud's effects were time and copious amounts of pleasure.

The sight of the power generator room was, therefore, one of absolutely debauchery. Women of all races that were chained to their seats, the walls and ceilings, at the height of personal ecstasy and masochism, had their faces and asses ravaged as the large dildo's continued to pump the drug into them. Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of volunteers for this job. To power an entire ship like this, they needed about sixty women to continuously get off and keep the turbine running.

Apparently, the entire thing was so effective that the amount of Slutstud in their tanks was a secondary concern to the sheer amount of manpower needed to keep fucking. Something that the gas solved in its natural state, keeping all of the men in a state of raging erection. Push came to shove, the women could masturbate using the dildos already inside of them, less effective but still workable. The chains were really only there to keep them from falling off when their brains got fried and because being bound like that got them off harder.

"I and Fenella are planning a much bigger version of this to be build, maybe in Goldshire," Mizzy ended her explanation. "We could give electricity to all of Stormwind and all it would take would be a couple hundred whores ready to get fucked up the ass for a few hours every day!"

There would be no shortage of those, without a doubt. As he had only a rudimentary knowledge about what all could be done with electricity, Anduin was not as excited about this as he may should have been. However, even with the limited knowledge he did have, he knew this was a good thing for the future.

For now they took this hulk of a ship, soon dubbed the Master's Pride, and set out with three traditional Stormwind warships. Anduin commanded those to come with them purely because he didn't want to be entirely dependant on this new, untested technology. However, when it became apparent that those warships could not keep up with even half of the Master's Pride speed, they soon returned to the harbour. Anduin was now entirely convinced of this vessel's superiority.

Sadly, it wasn't mass-producible. Apparently Xal'atath had created the unknown metal used in the construction and even this amount of dark iron, steel and bronze was difficult to come by repeatedly. Apparently Fenella had nicely asked Ironforge and they had obliged. Something not likely to be repeated, from a realistic resource standpoint.

Most of the ship's interior consisted of empty rooms. Only the parts needed for battle had been completed. Furniture, outside of the spare bed or hammock, were yet to be added. Not that they needed any of that. They had left on the morning of the following day, by noon they were already drifting by dense jungle of Stranglethorne.

"I assure you that a series of rewards befitting of this will come your way," Anduin informed Mizzy. They were on the top of that one large tower, looking over the surrounding area through the large windows. Hundreds of little lamps and instruments all around did things the High King didn't understand. A lot of those were around today and it annoyed him a little bit. He would have to learn everything about this to quell that feeling. Even Xal'atath only had raised eyebrows for a sudden beep that was answered by Mizzy pressing a seemingly random button. The gnome was steering the ship from her seat on a very tall stool.

Anduin would have already started with the reward, were it not for that. However, having their navigator reduced to a spasming mess for the next few hours was not an option in the middle of a mission. As much of a shame as that was.

"I am super happy to be of use to you, master! Just use me as you always do, there can be no greater reward for a cocksleeve such as me," Mizzy announced with a bright smile as Grom'Gol came into view. The camp looked insignificant for the amount of trouble it spelled. As did the rotten, yet still swimming trio of vessels in the waters nearby. They had found their perpetrators.

"They're trying to flee," Aclysia noted, the undead ships clearly already aimed south. Unsurprisingly, a massive hunk of metal flying the Alliance flag alerted scouts.

"Can you hit them at this distance?" Anduin asked, with nod towards the giant cannon.

"In all theories, they are 1200 SU away on the gnomish world grid, so the cannon should, at a wind speed off..." more scientific gibberish followed as Mizzy played with numerous instruments on the mechanical board in front of her. Silently, on well-greased cogs, the barrel moved in accordance. Then there was a giant bang, the entire ship vibrated in the aftermath. Blue and gold, the colour of exploding Azerite, robbed Anduin's sight for a moment, then he could see the projectile ripping through the air at insane speeds. Although the cannonball itself was anything but tiny, it was engulfed in a shroud of potent magic.

It ripped clean through the ship it was aimed at, strafed the lower hull of the one behind it and sunk under the waves only to unleash a massive explosion. Water was catapulted dozens of metres into the air, perhaps even a hundred, completely obliterating the second ship located above it and adding the slimy planks of the undead vessel into the shower of saltwater that feel down. The third vessel wasn't hit directly in any way, but the hole in the ocean was filled just as suddenly as it had appeared.

The tumultuous sea pulled the remaining ship into a dangerous tilt. It may have been able to recover, were it not for the decorative skull from its sister vessel falling on the now almost horizonal righthand side of the vessel. The capsizing was a sealed deal and soon the entire thing was sinking under waves, more and more water flooding its hollow inside.

As was expected, Grom'Gol was very open to surrendering without much of a fuss when Anduin made landfall, the cannon now firmly pointing at the gathering of buildings. All of the residents were taken captive and loaded into the Master's Pride. There was more than enough room inside.

"Well, that was much more seamless than I anticipated," Anduin announced when he was back on board. They left behind a small force to make sure no straggling orcs returned to take the zeppelin and give news to Sylvanas anytime soon. Also, so that Valeera would find someone who informed her what happened. Her help in this matter was now entirely unneeded, much to her probable boredom.

"Are we heading back to Stormwind now?" Xal'atath yawned after having turned back from her sword appearance. Not having had any blood to spill bored her. "Or do you want to go along with your original intent?"

"The latter. Even the ease at which we took out this nuisance doesn't change the fact that we lost lives in their ambush. This cannot be repeated," Anduin nodded towards Mizzy. "Set course for Booty Bay. We'll try to enlist their aid for the Alliance."

"We can just force them," Xal'atath pointed out.

"We could," Aclysia chimed in. "But this isn't out master's way and why we follow him so eagerly."

"Speak for yourself," the old goddess shrugged. "I would follow Anduin wherever he may lead us."

"I trust that he knows what's right," Aclysia dismissed the hidden jab at her loyalty and turned to the High King. "Because he became my master through his deeds of good."

"I will try to live up to your expectation, my love," Anduin humbly lowered his head for a moment. "They are lead by a goblin, Baron Revilgaz, so force will be utterly unnecessary. I simply need to satisfy whatever he desires, greedy folk that they are. That they join the Alliance is unneeded, just that they provide us with the knowledge of the southern seas."

With that goal set, the Master's Pride went back into movement. Anduin imagined that there was an excess of energy for the engine. It was doubtful that the people stopped fucking just because the ship was on halt. The comedy that he was standing on a massive warship powered by such debauchery didn't miss him. Remembering his younger self, often spouting that love was the answer, now seemed somewhat ironic.

However, since this way was a kind of dirty much preferable to burning oil or the like, Anduin was absolutely fine with it, even tempted to join them in the engine room for a while. Doubtlessly, that was an experience for the ages. The woman sat there for hours on end. After a day of work, the only way they would be able to go to bed would be getting carried there. Still high on Slutstud, they would beg to be fucked in the pussy that had only ridden a dildo all day, only able to fall asleep once they were properly bred.

"Kneel," he told Aclysia and Xal'atath, both of which agreed immediately. They opened their mouths greedily even as he was still fidgeting with his pants. All that fantasizing had gotten him a respectable hard-on and fucking them wasn't an option right now, since he still needed them able to walk. "Keep it clean, swallow it all," he instructed further, not wanting their faces to be a mess.

Always eager for a cocksucking, Aclysia moved much quicker than Xal'atath and had him in her throat in one swift movement. A succubus at heart, the pale-skinned blood elf moved back and forth at immense speed, gagging barely as she went on. Although he wrapped a hand around one of her curved horns, Anduin just let her do how she pleased, since she did it exactly the way he loved it.

Didn't take too long for him to cum. Her lips pressing against the smooth base of his cock, he splurged a sizable load down into her gullet and then voiced a new command. "It's Atha's turn now." He had to say that because Aclysia was notorious for not letting go of his cock unless she was forced to. A blowjob slut without peer, she just didn't want to stop. "Concentrate on stirring the ship, Mizzy," Anduin added when the squeaky moans of the gnome reached his ears. He didn't even have to look over to assure his demand was heeded.

He came numerous times on the drive, enjoying the scenery. The remains of the ancient troll empire between the tall trees. An arena that was still used by downright suicidal members of all factions of this world in pursuit of some Loa granted treasure. Faces of the two sluts taking turns sucking him off, torn between wanting to make him cum as fast as possible and keeping him inside their mouths as long as possible. Mizzy's ass spilling over her seat, her sizable tits heaving with horniness.

When Booty Bay finally came into view, Anduin came one last time and got his pants on again. As requested, his sex slaves had gotten away as clean as possible. After they made out with each other, licking the remaining precum of each other's lips, only the flushed skin from the cum drinking induced orgasms remained. Even that faded by the time they anchored.

A smaller side vessel was let down to the water from the side of the Master's Pride, still almost as big as the average fishing boat. It was much easier to approach the city that way, since the warship wouldn't fit any of the docks.

Booty Bay was less a city than an assortment of houses and old ship parts along the side of a cliff. Numerous levels stacked on top of each other with no rhyme nor reason to any of it, organically grown, broken, rebuild and extended. Numerous vessels, many belonging to people of questionable character, set still along the countless peers.

Anduin, his three slaves and as many bodyguards as comfortably fit on the vessel drove past the damaged statue of the leader of this city, Baron Revilgaz, and headed for one peer that was left vacant. By the time they set foot on the wooden planks, Anduin wearing his usual brown robe with comfortable clothes underneath, a crowd had already gathered. They had heard the explosion earlier and the Alliance flag was bound to raise some eyebrows in the first place.

The golden-haired king was immediately recognized, but between him, the demon hunter and the (although veiled still clearly emanating dark powers) old goddess, none dared approach. With all of her genius, Mizzy still seemed rather small next to the three of them. Not just because of her body height. Not that it bothered the Gnome, not more than her clothes anyway. The climate this far in the south was still humid and somewhat hot.

Anduin approached some important looking guard, a goblin wearing armour that was more bling than practical. "Could you take me to your leader?" he friendly requested, an aura of the Holy Light manifesting around his smile without him doing anything. Dazzled by this, the goblin just nodded.

"I'll take you to the baroness, ay," the usually scratchy voice of a male goblin answered.

'Baroness?' Anduin wondered but spared himself the question, he would soon see for himself anyway. The guard guided them through the labyrinth of planks and misplaced masts until they, somehow, ascended a couple of stairs indoors and came out at the highest point in the city. The front half of ship simply settled way above the ocean waves, but secured in such a way that everything meant to be horizontal was, it was like an oversized balcony.

A table had been put up there, a vase with a single pink flower decorating it somewhat oddly. On it, guarded by two sturdy tauren, sat a female goblin. She wore a stained white shirt, knotted together at the front, revealing both the upper and underside of her large breasts. Large for her frame at the very least, around the same size as Mizzy's and certainly big enough to wrap around a dick in a pleasurable way.

She had a small, pointy nose, they typical green skin of her kind and large pointy ears to complete the picture. Her lips were sultry, glistened in the sunlight, and her long black hair, swayed in a sea breeze. Although her round face was pretty cute, her yellow eyes spelled mischief.

"Wowzers," she said and jumped out of her chair to walk up to Anduin. Her tits jiggled so heavily that Anduin was hoping they would escape their minimal confinement. They didn't, sadly enough, and his eyes wandered downwards to see her thick thighs. They weren't even hidden, the torn legwear she wore ended at the ass.

Not below the ass as Anduin could clearly see for a moment when she was in the air. The dark blue cloth spanned over the plumb backside and revealed the lower end of her round butt cheeks. Much like her top, those hot pants only hid what was barely necessary. Her midriff was nice and fit, showing a couple of muscles as she walked. Anduin could see all of it, from the outline of her pelvis up to the solar plexus.

From the sizable breasts to the fat ass, the young goblin seemed like a green mirror image of Mizzy. They often said that goblins and gnomes were alike one another, but this was just too close for comfort. The discomfort, in this case, coming from Anduin needing to suppress his erection. An image of the two shortstacks squirming under him had blipped out in his mind.

"Surprise royalty, what an honour," she didn't even seem sarcastic as she took Anduin's hand and shook it enthusiastically. "Please, sit down, king Anduin, want some rum, grog, wine or beer?"

"No, thank you," the High King declined on all accounts of alcohol. "I am surprised to have such a pleasant welcome by such an attractive woman," he complimented her earnestly as they both took their seats. "Last I heard, Booty Bay was ruled over by a Baron Revilgaz."

"Yeah, my old man passed away recently," the goblin waved off. "Tried to get a second giant shark maw to decorate this site of the city entrance. Happens," she was brought a mug of some liquid without even having asked for it. It was of a murky brown and Anduin's could feel the hairs in his nose curl even from this distance. "I am his successor, Baroness Baela," she put the contents of the mug into her stomach in one straight go. "Now that we're on the same page, what can I do for you? Probably got something to do with those Horde ships that came by recently, ay?"