Who a King Must Do Ch. 31

With that secured, however, they lost no more time. They were all so cock-hungry, even that little thinking had taken serious effort. Now that their mouths were closing in on their master's hard prick, all matters of the mind were replaced by the addicted cravings of his slaves.

"Master's cock, master's cock, his hard fat, juicy cock," Aclysia worshiped the dick that had turned her into a complete nymphomaniac with her words and actions. She was on the right side of Anduin's lap, licked the base of his shaft and kissed the seed-heavy balls. She barely even needed to touch herself, just the contact of her sensitive lips with her most desired object and the strong, dominating musk of his masculinity was enough to suddenly make her orgasm again.

One the left side, Tyrande had a similar reaction. She, too was moaning between affectionate kisses being delivered to her master's member. "The cock that bred me. The cock that broke me into a loyal slave. Anduin's cock, the king's cock, master, maaasssttaaah, I love you, I love your dick."

Only the third of the trio was quiet, at least as far as words were concerned. Vereesa, taking the middle of the pack, had immediately gone down on his cock. With three quick bobs of her head, she had eased her well-trained throat into taking all of his might into her. Long eyebrows and dark lips on her tanned face quivered, as the repressed gag reflex still echoed. The taste of precum filled her mouth and both of her hands were working her pussy in an absolute frenzy.

Out of reflex, Anduin put his right on her silver scalp. As per their agreement, he wasn't allowed to force her to do anything. However, the look in her blue eyes caused him to cautiously ask the question. "Would you allow me to use your mouth however I see fit?"

"Master facefucking you feels soooo goooood," Tyrande moaned, having to stop in the worship of Anduin's balls to say those things. Her sultry lips were glistening with overrunning precum and saliva. "The loss of control, being used by him, it is... it is..." her spine stretched involuntarily, causing her to be right next to Vereesa's keen ears when she gasped from another climax, so weak in comparison to what Anduin could give her. "...orgasmic!"

"It is the highest honour," Aclysia agreed, her own hands caressing the high elf's curves. She had no need to masturbate, as long as she got to taste her master's cock more. "The feeling of submission, your body at his mercy, the asphyxiation as he makes you a mindless cocksleeve for his desires," overcome with her desire to suck on something, anything, the demon hunter's lips nibbled at Vereesa's long elven ear. "I would give so much to feel it right now."

Vereesa had hesitated. She had lasted so long, not giving any real control away to the High King. Although she had been subconsciously submitting herself to the way he moved, he had not yet taken physical lead in any situation. She felt that, if she allowed him to do that, she would immediately fall deeper in lust and even love with him.

The High King was so strong and wise, governing with justice and compassion. His character was flawless, a stark contrast that resonated oddly with his sadistic, dominating bedroom behaviour. She could not deny that she was falling, truly and properly, for both sides of him. If she took just one step back from the barrier she had erected around herself, he would immediately have a mile. Not because he pushed her, but because she wanted to concede to him. She knew this and her active mind was afraid of feelings this intense.

But she wanted love, lust, debauchery and the adoration of the perfect man, the domination by the perfect master. She wanted, she needed all of these things. The whispers of the two fulfilled elves broke the resistance that had been crumbling in these past weeks. She would give Anduin more of her, perhaps not all, but more, so much more.

She nodded, slowly and noticeable, without letting go off even a centimetre of his cock. Immediately, she felt nothing but rewarded for that action, as his hand pulled at her silver mane. The pain was just a little tingle, heightening her senses. "Thank you, Vereesa," Anduin's voice was equal gratitude and the ridicule of a sadist, "for letting me use your gorgeous face as a place to relieve my lust."

And use her he did.

He forced her head back and then violently pulled her head back into his crotch. The first few strokes this way, she still tried to move herself, but she soon realized that it was best to just be as limp as possible and let him completely dictate all her movements.

Vereesa had underestimated just how strong he was. With one hand alone, he moved her entire upper body as if she was a puppet on strong. The overwhelming force and the way he clawed into her hair maid her moan more and more. Anduin had a similar experience on his end, having himself not thought the high elf to show this level of submissiveness and masochism immediately. Guiding her was as easy as every other trained slut, once she shut her mind down, and the vibrations from her cock-muffled gasps were the strongest whenever he slid deep into her throat.

Her pussy was gushing every time her throat bulged out and her eyes had long rolled upwards and lost all focus of everything. Vereesa felt two pairs of hands continuously exploring and teasing her body. Just the last bit of stimulus her body needed to fall into a perpetual state of orgasm and just when she thought it couldn't get any better, his hot cum pumped into her stomach.

Anduin kept her forced down to his groin the entire time. The orgasm had been deeply necessary and was correspondingly huge. His cock quivered and his balls tightened over and over again. Twice he let her go a little, only to slam her back down to the base when he noticed another wave of heavy, virile cum milked out by the greedy pulses of her throat. "Drink it all, you elven slut," he groaned and noticed how another long moan escaped her. Then he finally let her go. "Breathe," he had to order her, before she slid up his cock. She had been swallowing cum for at least two minutes.

The moment her lips were off his rod and she started gasping for air, Aclysia and Tyrande stopped their assault on her curves and went to worship their master's rod. "By the sunwell," Vereesa swallowed heavily - just saliva, all the cum had gone straight into her stomach. "Master... I mean, Anduin..." she stopped for a second, then weakly shook her head. Exactly what she was afraid was going to happen was happening. He had created a chink in her armour and now it was falling apart before her mind's eye. All she felt about that, however, was elated. "No, Master. That was so hot. Abuse me more, I beg you. I have never felt that good before. You... I am just another elven slut, use me, Master!"

"How much more?" Anduin asked, as a blue haired night elf stepped towards the table and placed a giant mug on his table. She was one of the owner's slaves, marked by her wearing an article of clothing - a single apron.

"On the house," the slave said with a wink, before strutting away, showing off her perfect ass.

"In every way," Vereesa gasped, pulling Anduin's attention back to her. Then she found a last bit of hesitation inside her. "That doesn't mark or impregnate me," she added. Maybe it was the place or maybe she just had some last doubts, but she wasn't quite ready to be claimed as his right now. Only almost.

Anduin knew exactly what to do in that situation, had he just spent a council meeting with a woman with the same limitations. Before he went ahead and did even more with her, however, he wanted to feel more of this fine establishments offers first. "I will give you what you want. After some relaxation," he stated. "For now, please me."

The three elven sex slaves all reacted to that command and his dick was showered in the attention of the cock-hungry sluts, unable to imagine a life without the High King and his massive rod. The were pressed against each other, shoulder to shoulder, face to face, utilizing the limited space to be as close to the pulsating erection as they could. They were also busy feeling each other up.

After some time, Anduin looked up from that spectacle to take in what else the establishment had to offer. Leisurely, he grabbed the large mug that had been left for him and inspected its content. It had the typical golden colour of beer, with pink bubbles rising up from within, turning into fumes. Anduin breathed in the evaporating Slutstud and felt his lust rise a little bit past the natural confinement.

He wasn't big on alcohol in the past. Mixed with Slutstud, it was much more to his liking, as all the negative parts were cut-out and replaced with a jolly amount of advantages. He nipped on the cold drink. To the typical bitterness of alcohol came a nicely sweet aftertaste. Over the edge of his mug, he looked at the stage in front of him.

Being the lowest in the pecking order, Shandris had not gotten a place to suck his cock. Rather than just stand around and wait her turn, the midnight blue haired Sentinel General had instead climbed on the stage and joined the three strippers already there. Her 'invasion' had been immediately accepted, with a clear amount of enthusiasm.

Shandris was swinging her hips sensually from left to right, arms stretched up and holding onto the metal pole. The eredar and the succubus had switched places, leaving the latter to attend to Shandris. The horned demoness was rhythmically caressing Shandris' body, while the eredar and the draenei executed symmetric motions with their naked bodies to either side of her. It grew more heated with each passing moment, without taking up the pace.

Before Anduin knew it, he was hypnotized by the show. Only in Stormwind was it possible to see a succubus and a night elf love each other, while an eredar and draenei danced to the same tune. Races in feud for millenia, now united in their submission.

Shandris' dance became more expressive over time, but never moved enough for the succubus to have trouble in her sexual touch. Anduin took another gulp of his drink, as the demoness hand reached the Sentinel General's wet cunt and stayed there. It was the signal for the other two stripers to also change their dance - from expressive to perverted. They flaunted their curves aggressively, licked the pole as they grinded against it with their bodies, and when the same pole wasn't sliding through their pussy lips, their hands were doing the work.

The music also accelerated. All throughout the room, similar scenes unfolded. The strippers gasped and moaned, slaves were thrown on tables and their wet holes penetrated with rough thrusts, as the mood reached a boiling point. Shandris stopped trying to dance, as her legs began to quiver. She turned her head and met the succubus in a heated kiss, just as the music reached its crescendo.

Just as his slave on the stage came and the orgasmic screams of many of the strippers drowned out the music for a moment, to the symphony of the many sluts that were hammered on and under tables, Anduin himself came. His seed shot up his shaft with immense pressure and pumped into Tyrande's lucky mouth.

As a well-trained slave, the High Priestess did not swallow immediately. Even though her instincts may have spurred her to do so, a desire intensified by the orgasm the taste of seed fuelled, she gathered it up instead. Her cheeks began to bulge by the time her hands had wrung the last drop from the High King's mighty erection, but none of it had escaped down her throat or past her lips.

She leaned over to Aclysia and Anduin witnessed his third wife greedily meeting her half way. The white-haired demon hunter let out muffled moans as the two sex slaves kissed. Semen was swapped back and forth, trickling down into their stomachs with each exchange. Just like Anduin, Vereesa was turned on immensely by the sight, clearly waiting her turn.

Anduin emptied his Slutstud beer and then addressed the horny high elf. "You will not receive any of that load, you are not part of the harem and so not even Tyrande, one of my lowest slaves," she High Priestess shuddered at being demeaned like that, "is under any obligation to share with you. Look at these greedy, enslaved nymphomaniacs. As if they would ever give up more than they need to."

"Of course, Master..." Vereesa conceded, feeling equally disappointed and oddly pleased with being denied like this. When Anduin rose from his chair, she managed to rip her eyes off the white-stained lips of the two elven sluts. Whatever little amounts of semen went past their lips was soon licked off. Of course, her eyes got immediately stuck at that magnificent cock, bouncing with Anduin's movements.

"Join Shandris on the stage," he commanded Aclysia and Tyrande, who hastily swallowed the remaining semen and obeyed. They were greeted up above by the eredar and the draenei. The music had calmed to a relaxed tone again, so there was a bit of relative downtime. The learned stripers showed the trio of elven slaves the basics of working with the pole in their dancing. Individually, Anduin's sex slaves were doubtlessly nimbler and more athletic than even those skilled strippers, but those same strippers had more experience. Shandris seemed especially interested in the lessons.

In front of Anduin kneeled Vereesa, her mouth hanging wide open. She was waiting for further instructions, or for her face to be properly fucked. The perverse curiosity was burning inside her. 'If being guided by just one of HIS hands made me feel that wonderfully helpless, how would it be if he actually grabbed me with both hands and thrust into my throat again and again?' The thought was making her pussy drip and her mouth drool.

Anduin had other plans. She had offered him every hole, as long as he didn't mark or impregnate her. He planned to use that. "Get up and bend over the stage," he told her and she immediately knew where this was going.

"Master, I have never had it in my ass..." she carefully protested, but was silenced with a single glare. Then, her body moved on its own. Now that she had submitted, she had no excuse left to not immediately obey his orders. Even the few seconds she had hesitated were causing a clump to form in her chest, a bad conscious for acting against her master in the slightest way. She gulped, it was so dangerously erotic to give herself to someone so completely. So immensely fulfilling, she could hardly stand it. The pussy juice was running down the inside of her firm thighs.

Anduin positioned himself behind her, looking at her tanned, round ass and up to the six slaves, three of which he owned and had bred months ago. "Don't look back," he commanded the silver-haired elf and raised his hand. It landed on her butt with a loud smack, making the half-tense flesh ripple. "A good woman obeys her master's orders immediately," he scolded her, raising his hand for a second slap.

Vereesa's sex life with Rhonin had been normal. She hadn't thought of it as boring or anything, but they had never done anything remotely kinky.

Still, it didn't come as a surprise to her when she felt her knees buckle from the pleasure that being spanked brought her. Anduin Wrynn had the gift to make the women around him into the happiest, perverted sex slaves they could be. Not being an exception to that only filled her with more lust, as the prickling pain on her ass seemed more reward than punishment.

In front of her, the other slaves looked with envy that she now truly understood. There was no greater place to be, then on the receiving end of her master's sadism. With every new slap on her ass, she moaned now. Anduin's fingers on her pussy, as light as the touch was, caused her to suddenly orgasm.

The excitement for what further depravities must feel like only grew when Anduin readied her for his cock. He smeared her overflowing pussy juice over her asshole. Even that little soft pressure felt good already, then he slipped a finger inside to prepare her sphincter. With no experience whatsoever on her part, Anduin didn't want to go in directly, even if lubrication was abundant.

That she could see none of this only made it hotter for Vereesa. That her attention instead lay with the shaking bodies on the stripping poles, was also a factor. Shandris looked down on the high elf hunter with a smile, like she was witnessing the introduction of somebody into her family. That wasn't too far from the truth.

Anduin finished his preparations and grabbed his cock. The lightly stretched sphincter gave away for his head easily enough, but as the girth of his shaft came to bear, things became more difficult. Vereesa felt the pain of being stretched and her mouth opened wide as she let out a long gasp. It felt even bigger inside her ass than it had inside her mouth. Every extra centimetre felt like it was the last, but the High King's cock was enormous. It shouldn't have fit. Yet, with patience and moderate force, it did.

Vereesa was instantly hooked on the sensation. Just like every other debauchery the High King had done to her, she couldn't help but love it. It hurt a little bit and a little bit more when he moved, but he was never so hasty or focused on his own pleasure that he overdid it. His strong hands held onto her waist. She felt controlled and safe, a wonderful mixture devoid of worry and filled with appreciation. And lust, so much lust and love for the man that made her experience this, more intensely than she ever had before.

"Master," she gasped, when Anduin finally pulled back out to begin the actual fucking.

Her asshole was tight, the insides gripping his cock tightly with the warmth only sex could provide. The erotic feeling of fucking someone properly for the first time, even if it wasn't the traditional hole, put a smile on Anduin's face. He wished to ravage her, but these things were best taken slow. Also he knew, even without looking, that her pussy was dripping more than ever.

Under the encouraging moaning of his other slaves, unable to keep themselves from masturbating at the sight of their master's dominance, he got Vereesa's back entrance used to his might. Every thrust was easier than the last one. The high elf slave-to-be also acted in the right way, staying relaxed through everything. There was a clear kinky slut in there that had just waited to be unleashed.

"Who are you?" Anduin grunted, slapping her ass as he picked up the pace.

"I -ah- am Vereesa Wiiiinderunner... sex toy of your majesty," she dodged the word 'slave', knowing it did not apply to her yet. That she hadn't earned that honour.

"What are you doing right now?" Anduin asked, slamming his groin so hard against her soft ass that clapping sounds echoed in the room.

"I am getting fucked up by the ass by my master!" she screamed in response, her pussy gushing with every word as another thrust caused her lust to flow over. "Your rock-hard cock ish shplitting me! It feeelssshhh sho goooood! Harder, mastaaaar, pleashe, ushe me mooooreeeee!"

Anduin stopped for a moment, to her disappointment, but then it turned out he was just changing things up a little. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled them back, her spine curving. He continued until he held her above the wrists like a horse's reigns. Just another level of control she lost and made her constantly overlapping orgasms that much harder.

It was clear that Vereesa barely noticed things anymore, but Shandris picked up on a little gesture by her master and stepped up to the edge of the stage. There she squat down, putting her pussy at perfect level with Vereesa's mouth and lolled out tongue. A face, features distorted from so much ecstasy, vanished between the Sentinel General's thighs. Although her wake mind was gone completely, the high elf still knew what to do, her tongue working at Shandris pussy and causing the somewhat neglected slave to purr with overdue satisfaction.