Who a King Must Do Ch. 34

Liadrin immediately fell to her knees. Albeit she had less to repent for than Yrel or K'ara, the beauty and duality of Anduin's soul still took her completely. The past few months that she had spent fervently masturbating to the visions, spent emulating the ways she saw his slaves please Anduin on a dildo, they were all confirmed to be more than senseless perversion now. Never before had she felt as needful of love as she did in that moment.

It was familiar, like the addiction she had needed to fight after the fall of the Sunwell. Yet, not anything like it. It wasn't a mind-numbing urge that consumed her, forcing her to take action or lose herself in the withdrawal. Rather, she had a path opened to her and shown all that road encompassed. The power and, more importantly, the sweet subjugation.

"Lady Liadrin?" she heard Anduin's voice. Looking up, she saw his worried expression. Involuntarily, she bit her dark red lips. Behind all that power and sexual prowess lay a decent person. No, not decent. A thoroughly perfect man to give herself to. She had seen it, ever since he had acquired K'ara, the Light had shown her his abilities and character. In that single moment of worry, she found the last confirmation she needed.

"You have no need to call me a lady..." she gasped. Manipulating the magic of her armour, she made the plates fall off the bodysuit she wore underneath. Most importantly, she made sure that the gauntlets fell into the emerald grass of Quel'thalas, before reaching out to Anduin's pants. "...Master."

Being the one to say this word in more than fantasy, it made her pussy gush. The tight, black fabric of the bodysuit that stretched over her ass soon sported a large, dark spot. Behind her, her subordinate Blood Knights watched with discipline and lust. They had seen the aura around their leader and the High King and knew their own visions to be confirmed as well. They would be perfect slaves to other masters, in time. For now, they were to watch the submission of their Matriarch.

With one swift tug of the comfortably sitting pants, Liadrin freed Anduin's cock. Even flaccid as it was at that moment, it was bigger than anything she had the pleasure of dealing with ever before. Bigger even than the visions had made her believe. Without hesitation, she leaned forwards. One hand took hold of the massive member in front of her, started jerking it while her mouth went to kiss his heavy balls, so clearly eager to release their contents. Not as eager as she was to receive them, however.

It all came to her naturally. She knew it to be the correct path, to become a slave to the High King of the Alliance. "Are you certain about this?" Anduin asked, even as he placed a hand on Liadrin's red hair. The sheer force of habit made him softly guide her movements.

Her face still close to his groin, he could feel her words on his saliva-covered skin. "I have thought about this for months, Master. Thought if I could truly do this, if things turned out to be true. I was never more certain than I am right now. My services are yours and my Blood Knights will be your Slave Knights." Her assurance ended once her hand had worked him long enough that the High King's cock reached full erection. With a wonderfully smooth motion, her tongue travelled up from his balls to the head of his cock. Once up it was up there she said, "Will you use me, Anduin?" and looked up with pleading eyes. "Will you take me as your slave, Master?"

Although her lips had already touched his cock, she was now remembering the training of the last two months. While a member of the cult of the perfect slave was allowed to perform blowjobs (pussy and ass had to remain untainted by seed during training), Liadrin had stayed abstinent from even that all this time. There had only been the dildo, her fantasies and her visions. In that moment, she wanted only one thing more than to suck him off and that was for her submission to the High King to be acknowledged.

"Praise be to the Light," Anduin groaned, already turned on beyond belief by the simple view of the powerful paladin squirming in the sand before him. Her naked hand was surprisingly soft, no hard skin from all the time she held a weapon. The expression on her face was far from stern, raw lust and love had overcome all other emotions. That the cosmic force had already ensured this turn of events was yet another one in a series of blessings he did not deserve, bis his own thoughts. "Do you truly wish to be only my slave or do you also wish to be one of my wives, Liadrin?"

"I will not be only a slave of yours, Master. 'Only' is a word far too low to describe such a venerated position. I will take it, for I want no more than to be a perfect instrument of your loving grace and a way to relieve your lust, Anduin," her eye contact broke when she stared at his cock and the thick drop of precum dribbling from the tip. Her tongue pushed past her lips, her hot breaths accelerated, but she reined herself in and looked back up. "Will you take me as your slave, Anduin?"

"As you wish, from this day forward, you shall be my slave. As Tyrande and Shandris, to elevate you over the lowest of the lot, you will be one of my High Slaves. That will be your title, High Slave Liadrin, leader of the Slave Knights of Silvermoon." Barely had he spoken those words, and started guiding her towards his cock with the hand still on her head, that Liadrin darted forwards like a hungry wolf.

Anduin could only groan when the beautiful blood elf paladin babe took his massive cock into her throat. Not even Liadrin knew how she managed to do that on her first try. Although her practice had deepthroating in the last two months had been more extensive than the rest of her life combined, the tool she had to that end had been just half the size of the monstrosity now making her throat bulge.

Regardless of the how, it was unmistakable that her body loved this. Even though her stretched jaw burned and the remainders of her gag reflex signalled uncomfortablyly, her pussy gushed. She could feel how the damp spot between her legs grew and how some of the liquid dripped into the sand. The skin-tight fabric that covered all of her except her hands, feet and head from the neck up, she wished it gone. She had only just met Anduin in person, but the man she had seen for three months in details now, that one she had already fallen completely in love with.

That the man inside of her throat surpassed what even the most powerful of visions could show in every dimension, that was something she only slowly realized. The duality of his powers had been the first sign. This second one, while laughably minor in comparison, was the taste of his cock. It was more intense and somehow satisfying than anything else that had ever graced her tongue, made her want to suck it even more. However, her lips were already pressing against his groin, so all she could do was remain place.

On one hand, Anduin would have loved to ravage her throat in a wild face-fucking but on the other, he admired her ability to stay down on her own for that long. Curious, he let her stay where she was for as long as she could bear it.

It was a display of impressive willpower, perversion and submission. Although Anduin wasn't holding her down whatsoever, Liadrin refused to slide back up. Even when her lungs were empty of usable air and her eyelids began to flutter, consciousness waning, she stayed down. All she wanted was to continue feeling this cock inside her and for Anduin to use her.

When it became clear that she would faint before letting go, the High King pulled her back by the hair. Her mouth continued to suck on him the entire time, lips tightly sealed right up until he was completely out of her. The perfectly ordered ponytail took some damage during the motion. The falling strands of blonde-red hair framing her face only fit her depraved look.

Coughing and gagging, Liadrin panted heavily for air, her lungs pumping as if she had just ran a marathon. Gooey strands connected her dark red lips to Anduin's massive member still. A feverish look had taken hold of her eyes, just as the lust had completely of her being. "I... am... sorry, Master..." she pressed out, feeling so fantastic while giving in to the submission ever more, "...that I... couldn't last... longer."

"Shut up, slave," Anduin growled, now completely in his role. His dark, deep voice made her shiver, her pussy gush yet again. "Don't push yourself until you faint. I want to fuck one of my moaning sluts, not just any piece of meat, are we clear?"

"As clear as a summer day, Master," Liadrin gasped, opening her mouth wide when the large meat rod approached her lips again. There were no more words she needed to speak, she just needed to be the outlet for his lust. Once more, the delicious taste of his cock filled her greedy mouth. 'I want his cum,' she thought. 'It must taste so good. I need Master's cum.'

Luckily for her, Anduin was set to deliver soon. After slowly sinking down to the base into her mouth again, he grabbed her head with both hands and properly used her in a reckless fashion. The entire scene had stirred his endless appetite and his sheer bottomless balls had so much more to give than he had left in his slaves earlier.

After just a minute of the quick pace, the sounds of gagging, moaning and slapping filling the beach, the High King suddenly slammed and pulled at the same time. As deep as anyone could fathomably be inside her mouth, Anduin pumped her stomach full with his thick load. The first few spurts simply shot right into her, then Anduin began slowly pulling out of her.

Liadrin was torn between the wish to feel his cock's full might quiver in her throat and the need to taste him. Whatever she may have arrived at didn't matter. It wasn't her choice. Anduin's grasp was as strong as ever and no amount of struggling would have freed her. As this was only heightening her arousal, she fell into an orgasmic haze. Although she had not yet received the mark, she had already trained herself to love sucking cock so much that her mind overloaded with rewarding pleasure.

Something that went into overdrive when she, for the first time in years, had her mouth filled with cum. Not any cum, her master's cum. It was delicious beyond even her wildest expectations. Her tongue aggressively probed for Anduin's weakspots, wanting him to shoot yet more into her tight mouth. Her pussy was steadily overflowing, her eyes rolled back.

Anduin groaned as he thrust into her mouth. Not particularly deep, just enough that his glans rolled over her tongue and back again. A steady motion, simply aimed at coercing the last of this load from his balls and shaft. "You will make for a good blowjob slut, if nothing else," the High King declared. The fervour with which Liadrin had acted was quite reminiscent of Aclysia.

"Thank you... my Master," the leader of the Slave Knights gasped, the cock now entirely removed from her mouth. When Anduin let go off her hair, Liadrin gently leaned forwards and showered his cock with affectionate kisses and long laps of her tongue. She felt the urge to take him back into her throat immediately, but it was his decision as to what would come next. Until then, she just desperately needed to show her affection through submissive gestures.

It didn't take Anduin long to decide how things were to continue. Obviously, she had to be claimed as his properly, she was begging for his mark through everything but words in that moment. Although he would have rather fucked her proper in a bed than the sandy beach of Quel'thalas, he knew neither of them had the patience for the way back to the ship. Not before a considerable part of their lust had been taken care off.

"Lay down," he commanded and the blood elf obliged hastily. Within the second, she was on her back, her angled legs raised and parted. Reaching around them, Liadrin spread her pussy. Through the tight, wetly clinging fabric of her bodysuit, every detail of her puffed up pussy was visible. As were her hard nipples, crowning her pushed together breasts, firm butt and the raw juiciness of her thighs.

"Do you wish me to disrobe, Master?" Liadrin asked, her voice having risen a pitch. Still on the deeper end for a woman, but considerably more girly, almost innocent in its depravity. As contradictive as that seemed.

"No," Anduin simply stated, grabbing the already stretched fabric above her cunt and tearing it open with a quick gesture. The closeness of his hands, the manliness of the primitive act and the sudden stream of air on her privates, they all caused her to moan. She repositioned her hands, holding onto the insides of her knees, pulling them down until they were next to her head and she was nothing but a bundle of accessible holes and attractive female flesh.

Anduin continued to rip at the bodysuit. Her pretty pussy was revealed first. The colour was a bit redder than the light pink he was used to from other woman, but among her exotically, equally reddish tinted skin, it fit wonderfully. Then part of her ass and her puckered asshole came into view. All perfectly smooth and hairless, as one could expect. Making his way further up her body, to the satisfying sound of tearing fine fabric, he revealed her midriff, currently curled up but doubtlessly flat and athletic under normal circumstances, and decently sized tits. Her nipples, too, had the red tint, it reminded him somewhat of strawberries.

The thought had barely crossed the High King when he was already sucking on her left tit, cupping the other with his hand. Liadrin let out a yelping sound of ecstasy, finally feeling her master's hands explore her body properly. His touch was like the rays of the sacred sun on her sensitive skin. More than that, even, when he got rougher. With teeth and pinched fingers, he twisted and pulled at her nipples. A sudden orgasm made her throw her head back and quiver. Even that little was enough to set her off. It never had been before, but he knew how to make her feel that everything was just right, made it so easy to be sensitive, to climax over and over again.

He pulled back his head, pulled the breast along until it could stretch no more and then simply let it jiggle back into place. Seeing the outline of his teeth on her nipple fit wonderfully into the image of her torn bodysuit and ravaged face. With heavy breaths, Liadrin managed to focus her eyes on him again.

"You'll be a fine sex slave," Anduin declared, adjusting his position so his enormous cock laid in the split of her overflowing cunt. If his touch were like the rays, then his cock was the sacred sun itself. Just the contact caused her spine to arch off the ground. "But are you prepared to be a mother?"

"Prepared?!" her lust made that single word sound hysterical. "Master, I yearn to be bred. I never knew I did until I saw you. My mind, my womb, they have been craving for you for three months, a desire that has continued to grow every day. Make me yours forever, make me a slave you use for your lust and for the continuation of your noble lineage. Mark me, fuck me, breed me!"

With no further delay, Anduin slid into the right angle and sunk into her. As overly lubricated as the path was, the penetration should have been easy and swift. However, Liadrin turned out to be extremely tight, making that first split a tormenting affair of passion. That she immediately begun to scream and squirm didn't help. The hands holding her legs flew backwards in a sudden fit of ecstasy. They were replaced by Anduin's, who nailed her elastic body to the floor with his weight and power. Her scream grew louder.

Every bit of her pussy was heavenly. No matter how many women he claimed, no matter how often he plunged into a new cunt, it always remained an experience. Tight and hot, the many folds squeezed his iron-hard cock the entire way. The more he split her, the more she seemed to hold onto him. Until, eventually, when he had finally sunken all the way into her, it felt like she could never let him go.

Pressed against her taut, firm ass and thighs, Anduin groaned in delight. Liadrin's scream came to a temporary, rattling halt, as she quickly drew breath. "So... big..." she pressed out, her entire body shivering in delight from merely feeling to High King inside her. "...Yessss..." she whined, when he slowly pulled out. Her fingers dug into the sand beside her. "...Fuck me... please... I need... I need your cum, Master."

"You will have it," Anduin declared, slamming all the way back into her with a forceful thrust. A squirt of love juice splashed against his groin, as Liadrin's spine once more arced from the intense pleasure. It was the only kind of free writhing she could do, so utterly dominated by Anduin's strength. A realization of absolutely orgasmic helplessness.

Anduin rolled her cunt further up, stretched his legs until the front end of his boots dug into the sand and left his body in straight, but slanted position. Liadrin was in the perfect angle now, to simply thrust into from above. Most of his weight rested on his grip now, making the pinning as firm as it could be. More than that, it made his thrusts extra powerful, weight and power combining for a force that shook Liadrin to the core.

She was screaming again, louder. Every time she was penetrated, her pussy gushed shamelessly. Her outstretched tongue transformed her debauched shouts into something even nastier, more primal. Harder, even harder, every time his hips collided with her fit ass, the shockwave grinded her against the sand. Soon, her back had caved its mark into the mouldable soil. Liadrin barely felt it, the jolts of pleasure were too intense. Every few thrusts, she came, orgasms overlapping. The entire world was spring heat, pleasure and intense fulfilment. She had found her place in the Light before, now she had found her place in the world - underneath Anduin.

"I love you!" it suddenly came over her lips. "I love you! I love you! I love you! Masssteeeeeer!" a particularly intense orgasm caused her to end her numerous vows in favour of a simple scream.

"And I will forever repay that love equivalently, Liadrin!" Anduin roared as he penetrated her tight, quivering quim one last time. His enormous cock tensed; balls tightened. Liadrin felt the size of his rod like a glowing iron inside her, searing her with pleasure. Then the pleasure poured into her like liquid ecstasy, pumping straight into her eager womb.

Anduin gasped for air, as seed and magic rushed up his shaft in insane quantities. A brush of the wind reminded him how openly he was claiming the former Blood Knight. How he was marking her in the middle of enemy territory. How wonderfully she had submitted to him. How he was adding yet another powerful sex slave to his harem of eager, loyal sluts. It all served to press every last drop out of him that he had available.

Liadrin's womb was being filled to the brim, was stretched even, with all the cum that was flooding her. That alone was cause for jubilation, for the most intense orgasm that she had ever had. An orgasm that only rose and rose further beyond what she had thought possible. In her thousands of years, she had never felt anything as intense as the ecstasy of that moment.

It was fuelled by that seed. The feeling of impregnation was undiluted fulfilment and with it came the magic. Dark markings carved itself into her being, visible as tendril-like markings around her smooth cunt. The power radiated through the rest of her, Shadow and Light intertwining for a feeling of passion and love unfindable in the rest of Azeroth and the Great Dark beyond. Her fel green eyes were consumed by deep purple, as she came so hard that all of her senses were eliminated.

Squirting steadily and heavily, Liadrin soiled herself and the sand under her curled up hips. It absolutely didn't matter to her, she was happy to be soiled again and again, as long as it pleased her master. She would be the perfect slave. She had to be. She needed to serve him properly, needed to make him happy, needed to be a good, subservient Slave Knight.