Who a King Must Do Ch. 28

"Yeeessshhh, massshtaaaah," she slurred as every reverberating slap on her jiggling ass made her cum a little bit. Her stretched out tongue and rolled back eyes quivered as her legs moved along in as much as a rhythm as she could imagine. On the ground, the draenei's desperate panting for cock continued with a hopeless whimper. They too had anticipated Anduin to squat down on their dick-craving cunts.

Indeed, Anduin wanted to feel more ecstasy, he wanted to ram inside them. At the same time, Maiev was doing her job as a fuckable piece of meat perfectly right now, forcing her convulsing body along, through orgasms and screams. For every other man, the want to fuck all three of them, indeed every last woman around him on the throne, at once would have been a limiting factor. To Anduin, it was a mere inconvenience.

His eyes flashed with the purple of Void magic and a moment later, numerous tentacles sprouted from every surface of the throne, reaching out of small portal from the dimension of darkness. Their arrival was pure delight for all of the slaves, as the smooth, slippery surfaces tendrils were the closest thing to a replacement of their master's cock that existed.

Jaina, Tyrande, Xal'atath and Shandris, they were raised slightly in the air by thick tentacles, wrapping around waists and limbs, more of them soon penetrating pussy and assholes, causing everyone to let out a collective shriek of pleasure. The two queens and Tyrande also had their mouths filled. Shandris had to continue licking her superior's pussy, specifically the clit, something the High Priestess normally would have had to also share in, but the fact that Jaina was positioned with her chest towards Anduin made this impossible.

More specialized, thinner tentacles slithered around the large breasts of Anduin's queens. For Xal'atath, it was just the mere wish of the High King to feel some of their squishiness, bring yet more ecstasy to his beloved slaves, the little tendrils massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. He guided yet another tentacle to wrap around her neck and constrict, immediately causing the Old Goddess to tense up, squirting all over Shandris' face as her eyes rolled upwards. Choking remained the kink the void elf lookalike loved the most.

On Anduin's other side, there was an additional reason for assaulting Jaina's breasts. With every pump of the tentacles, their expanded glory swung up and down. Regardless, he caught one of the pretty pink nipples and sucked at the same time as the tentacles constricted. The wondrous taste of her milk shot into his mouth just as his first queen's spine curved as much as her confinement allowed, his greedy act having caused her own mind-shattering orgasm amongst the triple penetration of her fuckable holes.

Anduin himself basked in an absolute sea of pleasure. Every single tentacle, unless he willed otherwise, sent the pleasure it perceived back to him. Despite this, he remained collective, the High King being the master of his pleasure, not the other way around. If they really tried, his slaves would have also been able to weather this storm through sheer willpower, but at the hands of the greatest man alive, they had no reason to.

Inviting himself in, he spread the buttcheeks of Maiev, a particularly girthy tentacle seamlessly parting her sphincter. All the formerly so stubborn Warden could do was scream loud enough for the entire court to stop talking for a moment, her expression already one of raw ecstasy, beads of sweat rolling down her brown skin.

Then, finally, Anduin turned his mind's attention to the draenei on the floor. Using one tentacle as his visor, through which to follow the scene, his actual eyes were glued to the heaving breasts from which he drank, he controlled the tentacles. Basically extensions of himself, all movements came naturally.

Yrel and K'ara both gasped in delight, uncaring that it was a spell by the Shadow, when the tentacles touched them. They felt the presence of their master within those slimy, smooth appendages, couldn't help but perversely greed after the cock-like, engorged heads many of them sported.

However, those tentacles, for the moment, stayed away from them. Instead rather normal looking ones, with pointy tips good for nothing but making their way around surfaces, wrapped themselves around them. They didn't struggle in any capacity, the mere second-hand touch of Anduin by his magic was enough to push the two slaves to the edge of orgasm.

Their arms were forced behind their backs, bound together at an uncomfortable, almost painful angle. Tentacles around neck and waist raised them, choking them with the weight of their bodies while presenting them to the court at large. Their hooved legs were angled until it looked like they were squatting in the air, wide-open legged, juices dripping from their cunts with each passing second.

Finally, then they felt the meaty tentacles grind against their awaiting holes. "Yesssshhh," K'ara exclaimed, past her lolling out tongue, her golden hair swaying as she did her best to grind against the teasing appendage. Something that Anduin immediately punished (or rewarded) by having another tentacle whip her across the ass.

"This is part of your atonement," Anduin declared. "What kind of twisted being are you that you want it so badly?"

"Your toy," K'ara gasped, unable to stop herself from wiggling her hips in the limited capacity the strangulating grip of the tentacles allowed her. Next to her in the air, Yrel had begun mimicking the motion.

"Yes, master, we are your twisted little toys," the previously pure paladin perversely purred her agreement. "Our atonement is to be your sla-ah-vesss. Even though our regret runs deep, now that you have opened our eyes, we can't help but feel... to feel..." she moaned, her pussy gushing a little, as her anticipation almost caused her to cum. This humiliation made her too damn horny.

K'ara continued seamlessly, the fallen Naaru knowing exactly what her fellow sex slave was thinking. "...to feel raw delight at your domination, my king," she gasped, her tone a pitch higher than usual. Between every sentence, she had to take a break to pant and keep her eyes focused on what little of her master she could see in that writhing mound of orgasming females on the throne. "Please, we regret, so use us in whatever way you want! Whatever pleases you, we are your toys, your twisted sex slaves, abuse us, breed us, just never forsake us and keep showing us the way!"

Giving it a slight nod, Anduin responded, "As you wish, then, you twisted, masochistic toys of mine." With that, the tentacles penetrated their lower holes, swiftly. All words were gone, all pledges of allegiance and promises of regret eliminated by a flash of white. Time seemingly stood still for K'ara and Yrel, a moment where they felt nothing.

Then every single nerve inside them lit up with sexual fire. They could not but orgasm immediately, a dumb-fucked expression on their faces, squirting harder than any other of the girls had today, and experiencing yet another height of pleasure at the hands of the High King as the tentacles pumped cum inside them at the same moment. Although itself unable to impregnate (not that any of the slaves present needed that anymore) the cum squirting out was a pure cocktail of their master's magics, second only to the seed pumping into Maiev.

And along with them came everyone else. Semen flooded the anuses and pussies of every last girl, splurged down the throats of the lucky few getting facefucked by tentacles. Anduin could feel every last fold and tongue, milking his numerous extensions while his own balls pulsated. Rather than being paralyzed, the High King was motivated by this pleasure to thrust harder and faster into the slave he was directly inside.

Maiev's screams were dominated by repeated stutters, coming along every time her master slammed into her from below. Moving ever quicker, Anduin soon couldn't remain seated anymore, lifting the redheaded nightelf up as he fucked her into a standing position, her dangling legs instinctively closing behind his hips.

Anduin's lips ravaged her neck, covered her in lovebites, while every thrust came along with another massive spurt of cum. The scene, the moans, they prolonged his ecstasy for far longer than any other mortal man (or even god) could hope to remain at the height of their climax. His bottomless balls continued to fill up Maiev's until her belly began to swell. A visible bulge, rivalling Jaina's baby bump, born only from the amount of cum inside her.

While Maiev noticed this stretching of her flat stomach, her mind was locked in a perpetual cycle of, 'Thank you, master! Thank you, master! Thank you, master!' repeating with every last drop of semen spilled inside her. A thought that every other girl mimicked as they were filled up and covered in semen, tentacles nearby shooting the thick white liquid all over them.

That wave of orgasms was, of course, far from the last one that Anduin intended to give to them. When he was about to start moving again, something else forcibly drew his attention. Someone else, to be exact, one of the many castle guards. He stormed into the room, shouting "High King, please, you must come see this!" causing the court and all lewd ongoings to come to a confused halt. The tentacles vanished and the harem gathered themselves in a matter of seconds, despite the overwhelmed state their bodies had been in. A rush of adrenaline in response to any threat towards themselves, their master and their unborn children managed to straighten out even the most depraved states of mind.

The guard's agitation was odd. If there had been real danger, the alarms would have been rung all over the castle. At the same time, whatever he knew, must have been such clear and public knowledge that there was no need to be secretive in any way. As a palace guard, this man was only one step below the high discipline required from the king's guard. In other words, he would have known better than just scream out anything but the obvious.

A set of fine clothes appeared around Anduin. Within moments, all of his girls were clad in their own gear as well, be it Xal'atath thin dress or Maiev's heavy armour. This came either at the hands of their own skills or from Anduin, the High King having mastered the spell, to hide things in the void and pull them back out, to the necessary degree.

It did not, however, clean them up in any capacity. Something that made their looks pretty messy pretty fast, as cloth was drenched and naked skin, along with hair, remained visibly stained with semen. None of them minded, however, being marked by Anduin in such a way was an honour.

"Show me, then," Anduin declared and marched ahead. Not only his slaves followed him, but much of the court was caught up in the motion. All of them wondering what was going on. Most of them had to wait, eventually, as Anduin was led up one of the watchtowers, the flight of stairs too narrow for many people to come up. What he saw up there had him relax immensely and he returned downstairs with a smile. "It is of no concern," he assured everyone. "Big news, but no bad ones. Follow me to the harbour if you want to see for yourself."

Everyone did, but most people had to get their clothes. It was a cloudy day, typical autumn, with the occasional shower prattling on the cobblestone covered streets of Stormwind, many of them decorated with fallen leaves, golden and red. Inside, everyone was nude, the heat of other bodies and a cosy fireplace usually enough to remain comfortable, but the city itself was impossible to enjoy nakedly now.

Which was also why the streets were normally empty, as the people's favourite pastime, orgies and sex in general, had all moved behind closed doors. Right now, however, Anduin's procession was only amongst the earlier people filling the street, all in a steady stream westward, towards the water.

Once through the wall that separated the harbour from the proper city, standing atop the massive stone plaza that was connected to the docks below through gargantuan stairs down the straight cliff, Anduin saw again what he had seen from atop the tower.

In the distance, partly still hidden by clouds, flew two constructs of crystal, magic and metal. One was about as large as an entire district of Stormwind, perhaps even bigger. Purple crystalline structures grew from the blueish pale metal like the stingers of a porcupine, glowing as they continued to accelerate the spaceship forwards. Next to it was, almost insignificant by comparison, ship that was closer in size to the Master's Pride, Anduins new flagship. It had a more pleasing shape, almost elliptic, with massive crystals growing out of its top and bottom in an ordered layout. A singular, even bigger one, pointed ahead.

The city-sized ship was the Exodar, the home ship of the draenei, on which they had crash-landed on Azeroth, while the smaller one appeared to be the Vindicaar, a proper warship, forged to fight the Legion and having done a great job at it, having been the base of all operations during the Argus campaign.

Yet, it was different.

The formerly radiant gold of the ship had changed. Where the Light had dominated before, a clear influence of the Shadow had taken root. The tips of crystals were black, blurring into a deep purple,then pink towards the main body of the ship. A heart of gold framed by necessary darkness, is how Anduin saw this ship.

Both of them came towards Stormwind at a pace that seemed crawling to the naked eye, but was absurd when taking into context the size of these things. From first hand experiences, Anduin knew that the Vindicaar was able to travel much, much faster even. He was surprised to see it here in the first place. Last he had been informed, the remains of the Army of the Light had taken it to continue they war against the scrambled forces of the Burning Legion. Sargeras or not, demons were still interested in pillaging the endless worlds in the Great Dark, so he had approved of that, even though the ship would have been a mighty weapon in this war.

A weapon that, apparently, the Alliance would now be given, if Anduin read the situation correctly.

The Exodar took a slight turn south, manoeuvring itself into a position to land. A couple of crystals fell off into the water, not too far off Lion's Rest. Anduin followed that with some worry, as the behemoth of a ship turned in the air to orient its main entrance towards an available bit of land in the Harbour.

It was a process Anduin couldn't follow with all of his attention, as he instead looked towards the Vindicaar, heading directly for him and the crowd. With perfect precision, the warship halted a few metres off the cliff, the magical engines continuously humming with power as the Vindicaar hovered in the air. Draenei became visible aboard the ship, working with some sort of contraption. Some of them, as Anduin quickly noted, were scantily clad in tightly sitting materials that left nothing to the imagination, a harsh break from the so heavily ornamented armours the blue-skinned race usually wore.

A bridge of magic appeared between the ship and the ground, sparkling with gold and dark purple. The first to cross it was Velen himself. Much like the Vindicaar, Anduin had some trouble recognizing his mentor in the draenei that walked towards him.

The ancient man had shaved off his beard, leaving only four tentacles dangling from his chin. Formerly bushy, long eyebrows had been shortened to a sensible length, their colour changed from pure white to dark grey. Just one indication, a much smaller one compared to the greatly reduced number of wrinkles on the Prophet's face, that he had been rejuvenated.

"Anduin," Velen greeted, his voice the same as ever. Old and wise, but, for the first time since Anduin knew the man, satisfied rather than filled with hopeful melancholy. The robe and staff he wore were also the same as ever, so there was no doubt about it. No matter the changes, this was still the High King's mentor.

"Velen," the monarch opened his arms for a friendly embrace and the Prophet bowed down with hesitation. They embraced each other as friends on a shared path. "I take it your decision has been made then?"

"I have indeed made it," Velen confirmed and quickly recounted how it came to this. "Once we had returned to the Exodar, I spent a long time listening to the draenei of the alternative timeline. I found out how it had come to this in all details, every experience along the way. Some had me sympathize, others had me shudder in disgust, but all of them made it clear that my people had run from the darkness for too long and, in the process, mistook the light that guided us for the only salvation. We were blind and deaf for other visions of the future and so had I been. Inspired by your success in balancing the two primordial forces of our world, I took to my chambers and attempted to see more than what the Light wanted to show me."

His words were temporarily disrupted by the sound of water being parted under the Exodar's size. Large waves were created in the process, hitting the harbour and partially rolling onto land. Not at any too worrying degree, the people worked on the docks had already retreated to higher ground, so all that was lost were some barrels of fish and some minor equipment not properly secured along the shore.

Velen looked towards the Exodar with some level of nostalgia in his eyes. "This will be the last time the Exodar flies. We thought we had properly repaired the engine, but the way over here has shown that we merely stitched it back together for one more service."

Anduin was surprised to hear that news, especially as the final resting place of the ship carried great connotations. "What did your meditations reveal then, Velen?" he asked, eager to learn the full picture.

"That the future has been put into turmoil by your actions, king Anduin," the Prophet responded. "That nothing makes sense anymore. Light and Shadow exist side by side in the presence of your will. Forces thought to be untameable unify under your banner, under your might. I had once seen you rid the world of the Shadow. Now I realize that it would have been an empty world had you succeeded, devoid of all struggles and frozen in perpetual perfection. With that revelation, I spoke to my people, and we all, together made the choice."

Velen kneeled down before Anduin, as did all the draenei that had followed him onto land. Exarchs, warriors, engineers and, from the looks of them, slaves, they all kneeled together with their leader.

"The draenei once more pledge themselves to the Alliance and subjugate ourselves to the humans," he swore. "Those from the alternative timeline will be put back under your service as warriors and sex slaves as you first suggested. Of those of us who already were on this world, the choice is theirs, but I can tell you that their interest does not differ greatly."

"You do not have to do this," Anduin assured, overwhelmed by the sacrifice before his eyes. "Your people have not done anything wrong, there is no need for you be anything but equal to the human's of Stormwind."

"No need, yes, there are many reasons, however," Velen disagreed and lowered his head. "Understand that I have seen it. In visions from the Light, from the Shadow and in my own heart, that it will be you and your people that will lead us all into the greatest age the universe has ever seen, to last for an eternity. I trust you, Anduin, to do the right thing with your new subjects. Everyone of us has decided on a new role in serving your people, be it through pleasures, work, war or words. I trust you to not misuse our capabilities."

Anduin lowered his own head as he gracefully accepted this new burden. "Of course not, my mentor."