Who a King Must Do Ch. 31

"If you need help...," Vereesa also spoke up, a hand instinctively creeping towards her crotch. Knowing perfectly well just perverted she had gotten from being around the High King alone, and embracing it, her active mind and subconscious were in agreement that she hadn't sucked him off enough today. "...I would be more than willing too... aahhh..." her own hand surprised her a little bit when she was suddenly rubbing her clit.

"I will indeed require some relief," he announced and all three elves were already bending their knees when he raised his hand. "But not here. Many people use this street, expecting the young ones that shouldn't be privy to such a scene."

There was yet another radical change around Stormwind that had been needed due to the sexual revelation and that was the handling of children. Universally, it had been agreed that boys and girls under the age of eighteen were visiting a large university complex in the east of Dalaran for the majority of the day. That got them out of the city for most of the day and the adults room to fool around how they wished while they fucked and worked. Meanwhile, the children were educated in all kinds of things. Outside of those teaching hours, it was on the parents to keep them to areas that were dedicated no-sex zones inside the city.

The youth was not to be indoctrinated into this new way of life. As far as it was avoidable, they would grow up innocently and away from all the constant fucking, to then be eased into the truth during puberty. While they would still not be allowed to do anything with the adults until they came off age themselves, it was unavoidable that they would start getting busy with each other. Very few teenagers were as celibate as Anduin had been.

It would definitely eradicate the illiteracy rate, as for the complete effects of these decisions, however, things were unsure. This was simply the best solution a thoroughly horny society had for not corrupting the youth.

"Let's retreat inside," Anduin said and nodded towards the entrance to the massive tunnel that they had been heading towards anyway. Slaveforge would have all the dwelling places he needed to have good time. He could have just ignored his erection, with enough force of will and patience it would go away, but there was no need to hurry back and he felt like mingling with the people for a bit.

They entered the tunnel and only a few metres in, an open arch with a decorated rim hammered into the grey stone allowed them to turn into the proper depths of Slaveforge. They passed a city guard on their way, overseeing who went in and out. Because of the shadowed and winding nature of the new district and its ever-growing scope, Anduin was particularly wary of enemy spies taking up residence there. Not that it would have been a wise decision. Sex slaves or not, the residents of Slaveforge were still demons and with their unquestionable loyalty to Stormwind's power, they would tear apart any invaders.

Markings on the walls let Anduin know where his steps carried him. Daylight was the first thing that faded, then the smell and cold of autumn and finally the silence. It was replaced with the magical light radiating from the crystals the draenei grew, however one grew crystals. The air turned humid and hot, the steam rising from the heated spring under the mountain spreading a surprisingly pleasant sweet odour throughout the artificial cave. It was hot enough for all of them to strip naked, Anduin placing the clothes in the Void. The inside of the girls thighs were moist from something other than the humidity.

And then there were the moans. Deep enough into Slaveforge, they were constant. Women shouting in ecstasy and grunts from the master's that fucked them. Slaps echoed through the tunnels and halls, the creaking of many a sexual torture contraption. Begging and gasps all around. It only got worse when they entered a large hall. Eight pillars carried the ceiling and the crystals that illuminated the debauched orgy.

It was an atypical scene for Stormwind, many more men then women present. However, the women in this situation were shivarra. Although their bodies and faces were not any less attractive than the other demons they had accompanied to Azeroth, they were different in two aspects. For one, a shivarra was a lot taller than the normal humanoid, and, likely more importantly, they had three sets of arms.

Normally, a shivarra could also be recognized by their large, burning headpieces. However, most of them had been ordered to take them off, revealing long hair of red or green shades.

The men formed circles around these women, who used their many hands to jerk them all off at once. A lucky three got to enjoy her ass, pussy and mouth as well. Every shivarra pleased as many men at the same time as her body allowed.

Although Anduin did wonder what fucking a shivarra was like, sharing one with others was not the kind of mingling he had in mind. Additionally, he preferred to be served by his personal slaves. Turning to his royal guards, almost always by his side, he noticed their clear interest in one particularly attractive speciwoman that overlooked the entire orgy. Her skin was a pale white of a shade not natural amongst humans but not unpleasant in any way.

Despite her status as a slave, evident by the collar around her neck and naked display, no man had touched her yet. Even amongst sex slaves, there were such the average man didn't approach due to a difference in apparent status.

"Captain," Anduin said and one amongst the guard immediately shifted his attention to his liege. "You and your men are dismissed for the moment. I will come and get you once I plan to return to the palace. Do have your fun."

The guardsmen knew their duty, but they also knew better than to question the greatest king's decisions. "My thanks, your highness," the captain said and he, followed by the other six men under his command, approached that untouched shivarra. She noticed them approaching, measured them with critical eye and then, when Anduin's subordinate barked a single order at her, immediately dropped to her knees.

Anduin's bodyguards commanded vast respect and power off their own and a demons resolve burned away immediately when faced with such things, leaving only a loyal adoration. Befitting for soldiers that had helped slay an (if artificial) old god. By the time Anduin moved away from the hall, the captain was facefucking the shivarra and she was using her hands to help everyone out of their armour. Of her noble behaviour remained nothing, all she had were the gargling sounds of moans dampened by the cock in her throat.

"I see that Mother Shahraz is quickly learning her place," a melodic voice reached Anduin's ears when he entered the next tunnel. He didn't panic, since he had felt the owner of that voice approach, through his keen senses and the connection he had through the brand on his third wives claimed cunt.

Aclysia's green marks fluorescecd in the artificial light, underlining her bottom-heavy curves with their winding. The white-skinned, white-haired blood elven demon hunter was as naked as the rest of them. Not even a blindfold was on her, leaving her emerald glowing eyes to the plain view. Although they had once been burned out with fel fire, creating branded marks around them that looked oddly like mascara, they now had golden spheres in the middle. A miracle healing brought about by her submission to Anduin. Unlike a regular demon hunter, she had both normal and magical vision. She was, however, wearing the collar with the golden tag that showed her to be one of his wife-slaves.

She walked over, her mouth parting slightly as she had the same salivating reaction to his erect cock as the other slaves. No, much worse even. Aclysia had always been a blowjob slut, and so several drops of saliva actually ran down her chin before she reigned herself in. "She's only been summoned a few, ahhh, hours ago..." the demon hunter couldn't help but be turned on by her master's present and moaned involuntarily.

She was next to him now and Anduin took her by the narrow waist and pulled her into a kiss. Their tongues swirled and his hand pressed against her pussy. He pushed two fingers inside, while something thin wrapped around his arm several times. They separated again when Anduin's finger were drenched and he looked down. A tail, smooth and thin like a polished whip, connected his arm with Aclysia's lower back, tipped by spade.

Be it the closeness to Fel magic or the unfathomable amount of sex Aclysia had, but her non-metamorphosized body had become a little more like the succubus she had absorbed and grown out that tail and a pair of wings. She could force both to disappear, she had assured him. The wings, in the first place, weren't unusual for a demon hunter to have. She usually had those tugged away as they were bothersome when sitting or walking around. The tail was quite useful, however, being an (if weaker) third arm.

Not a change for the worse, as far as Anduin was concerned. Her character hadn't changed and the tail was sexy, in more than the aesthetic way. As she pulled away from him, hesitantly as a slave wanting to please would, he caught the spade-shaped tip between two fingers. The demon hunter almost collapsed on the spot, moaning out loudly as her legs quivered. Pussy juice gushed in waves from each little circle Anduin's hand drew on the flat, black surface. Apparently, that tip was as sensitive as her clit and, at about half the size of Anduin's palm, there was a whole lot more space to play with.

"Masssster, let me shuck your cock!" the demon hunter gasped her foremost wish, already bending towards the favourite thing to have in her mouth, tongue hanging out. A disappointed whimper escaped her when Anduin let go off her tail and shook his head.

"Not yet," he glanced at the wall next to him, read the markings and continued walking. He wanted to be somewhere certain that he heard was quite popular and had been interested in checking for himself. To pass the time, and stay informed, he asked his third wife, "You said Mother Shahraz has only been here for a few hours, I take it the endeavour has been successful then?"

"Yessss, my master," she hissed lustfully, slowly regaining her bearings although she was no less horny. All four elves around desperately wanted to feel that hard, throbbing dick. As did all the succubae they passed, waiting in or in front of doorless rooms along the corridor for men that wanted to relief their lust on them. "The twins have stabilized the portal and we have made a pact with the Illidari. The men were easily convinced that making the lost sluts of the Legion into Stormwind's sex slaves is more beneficial and less risky than hunting them down."

Anduin allowed himself a little pleased smile. With Aclysia, the former leader of the Illidari, to speak for him and the eredar twins as proof, they had succeeded in making the demon hunters their ambassadors in the twisting nether. They would make sure a steady flow of fresh demonic whores reached Stormwind and, as their reward, they would be able to rest and live in the city, partaking in all of its luxuries without having to be a proper member of the Alliance and be drafted for war. Not that he would complain if they found themselves so drawn to his faction that they were willing to fight for it.

"And the women?" Anduin asked, having not missed that titbit.

"Have been sceptical, but unquestionably turned on by the negotiations," Aclysia reported and added, in a sultry tone, "The men may act the dominant part for now, but they are all still elves, your majesty, and the demon infusion isn't doing their desires any favours. Its only a matter of time before they submit to the glory of being enslaves to your great kingdom, my master. Just like Tyrande and her people have. Just like Maiev and her Watchers. Just like me. They will all love to serve, in time they will realize this. If you were to meet them once, I am sure you could convince them quickly."

"I would like you to arrange a meeting, then," he told her straight-up.

"Of course, Anduin, do you wish for me to make preparations now?" Aclysia's demonic tails swayed slowly behind her, betraying a weariness of his decision. Of course, she wanted to be close to him for what would happen next, her body craving further pleasure now that his presence had ignited her lust. However, she also knew that a period of denial would only make her next use as a cumdump that much more ecstatic. Raw perversion and masochism held equal power over her and as such her submissiveness won out, leaving the decision to her master.

"No," he said firmly, "this matter can wait a few days. There is no necessity to push further when they have already agreed to what we want. If it is as you say, and I trust your judgement absolutely, then they will come to us when the time is ripe. For now, stay close," he smacked her round, juicy ass and caused her eyes to roll up her skull for a second, as the perfect pain made her orgasm a little, "and ready to serve me."

"Yes, my master," she adoringly gasped, feeling the red imprint of his hand grow on her marble white backside.

They didn't have to walk much further, arriving at a door. One of the few in Slaveforge. A privately hired guard stood in front of it, a man that was broad even for a dwarf. There were to women with him, a gnome and a goblin. Although the short greenskins were a rarity in Stormwind, since Booty Bay had joined the Alliance, they were a few of them around. Both were clearly his slaves, around so he didn't get bored. The loosely sitting crotch-guard of his leather armour and their semen dripping cunts bore further testimony to this.

Without any sign of asking for an entrance fee, only lowering his head respectfully, the guard opened the large door for the High King. "Welcome to the Twirling Whore, your majesty," the dwarf greeted in a rough accent and had already closed the door behind him and his four accompanying elves before he could answer.

The establishment was huge. What had originally been a stone hall had been modified largely to create an inn of very mixed designs. Although the general layout and designs reminded of a normal human tavern, the materials the furniture and platforms were made from were clearly draenei in origin but gnomish in engineering.

Much of the room was built around platforms on which sexy female slaves were dancing around metal poles. They usually weren't entirely naked and if they were, the remains of their clothes laid to on the platform around them. The degrees of clothes they wore varied, but was always of the sort that only existed to emphasize their upcoming nakedness through several layers of smaller and smaller clothes. The lowest of which was the kind of fetish gear Anduin recognized as the work of Fitz Skincutters, the expert leatherworked Anduin himself had commissioned work from in the past.

Rumour had it that, with the expansion of the Dwarven District for crafting, he was soon going to be the second richest man in Stormwind, after Anduin himself. His initial success in designing perverted gear had given him the funds to rapidly expand into other erotic supplies - and he was a genius designer in most of the fields.

The platforms the women twirled on were of two kinds. Either they had one of many solo stages, circular in shape and scattered across the room, or they were on the one that stretched across the long wall at the back. As there were many of them at that long stage, there was a fair bit of flirting with one another's body, sometimes even more than that. For the most part, however, the sluts were there to put on a show, be that dancing or something even more visually stimulating.

The customers, in the meanwhile, sat around large tables surrounding those stripping isles, drinking Slutstud spiced ale and eating slow-cooked meat, chatting and getting blowjobs. There was a sideroom for 'personal dances' by the whores of the establishment. For the most part, however, the master's that came here brought their own slaves for their desires. When blowjobs weren't enough, nailing them on the table was perfectly acceptable.

Just like, if men came without slaves, it was allowed to order one of the masterless dancers to climb off and serve them, slaves that had been brought along could be put onto an empty pole. Many liked to show off what they had gotten and seeing ones most treasured property dance suggestively, only to climb back down and sate the desires she had awoken, was immensely satisfying.

A bar at the right-hand side was operated by a friendly man and his two direct slaves. At the left-hand side there was yet another platform where more women were grouped up.

Although those were no less sexy and less putting on a show with their rhythmically moving bodies, their main contribution was music. Violin, guitar, drum and beautiful singing, all working together on forming a heavily rhythmic melody that put all the strippers into a shared movement pattern, hypnotic to behold.

Anduin could feel another drop of precum slowly drooling from his cock as he marched through. The lights were set to a dim red. He could see everything perfectly well, but it had a tint that caused his blood to rush. The establishment had quickly gained fame for its raw stimulation of all senses and Anduin could only agree after only having been there for a few moments.

People were cheering him as he passed, many of the strippers moaning his name to get his attention, while the men just drummed their kegs on the table. The whole thing only lasted a few seconds, then everyone understood that he, like them, was there for the entertainment, not the attention.

Sitting down on an otherwise empty table, recently cleaned table (the place was getting continuously cleaned by yet more sluts), Anduin turned his chair so his left arm rested on the surface, while still facing the large group stage with his entire body. The sight of the High King's muscular body and erect cock, motivated the three dancers in his field of view to put on the best show they could.

From left to right they were a typically blue-skinned draenei, a light-purple skinned eredar and a succubus. Three hooved whores, dancing around the polished metal rods with sinfully fluid movements. Their hips shook as if they were riding his cock, which their eyes spelled out as their foremost desire. Breasts squeezed around the pole as they slid up and down, licking the metal. They climbed up the red-reflecting surface and, in a slow, circular motion, slid down again, only secured with their legs. The eredar in the middle changed the program a little, hanging upside down in place, using her tail in addition to her legs to secure her in place. In large mirrors that stretched along the wall behind the stage, Anduin could see her wet pussy, puffed up with lust and eaten into by the thin metal.

Anduin had spent enough time just watching and glanced over to his four eagerly waiting slaves. "Please me," he commanded them, leaving things intentionally vague to see what they would do. There was a short exchange of glances between them, a mental communication regarding their hierarchy, then Tyrande, Vereesa and Aclysia all hastily fetched themselves a cushion from a nearby stack to throw onto the floor in front of him.

Nobody wanted their slaves to suffer from the long time they would spend on their knees, so such things had become commonplace in basically every establishment and household of Stormwind. They were colloquially called kneelers or blowjob cushions, straight and to the point.

Anduin's sluts would have served him even on the hard stone ground, but they knew that he preferred it if they were comfortable and would enjoy it all the more. There were going to be down there for a little while and the High King only wanted them to feel the kind of pain and stress he inflicted in a thoroughly erotic manner.