Who a King Must Do Ch. 38

Anduin pulled on Modera's hair and pulled her in front of the crowd. Her naked front was exposed to anyone, her chest rising and falling quickly with excited breaths. Feeling his fingers on her drooling cunt, she moaned loudly. It was a genuine sound and she made it even louder, hoping her sincerity would please him. "Beg again," his voice was hard as steel and his hand the might of Stormwind, when he slapped her juicy ass.

"Let me be your slave!" she cried out in desperation, pain and pleasure.

"Again," he demanded, hitting the other side with an audible smack that echoed over half the plaza.

"Let me be your shlave!" she slurred slightly, feeling the blood rush into her reddening behind.

"Again." Anduin was merciless, going back to the left ass cheek. It was even more painful, even more ecstatic.

"Leeet me be your shlave!!" As torment and lust mounted, her speech only fell further from clarity. The arch mage's grace was completely lost. If there was anything helping the situation, it was the coldness of the air somewhat easing the pain, but it was less of a diminishing factor with every passing second. Already, it felt less like late winter and more like the last cold day before spring.

"Again!"

"Leht meh be your shlave!!" Another slap, another pang of punishing perversion. Her legs buckled, but she couldn't fall. Not while proving herself to her master and not while his strong hand was clawed into her auburn hair.

"Again!" Anduin shouted, slapped her and then made a dissatisfied sound. He pulled her back against his chest before she could answer. "You will relax, slut," he growled into her ear, lightly choking her with the hand that had been working on her ass previously. "If I smack your ass one more time and your muscles are too tense to jiggle, I will make you regret it."

"Shorry, I'm sho shoorrry," Modera's frantic apology echoed out. For a few moments, she got to rub her ass against his groin. She could feel his giant cock through the fabric. The heat between her legs grew, she wanted nothing more than him to bury that dick deep inside her awaiting cunt. Whimpering, she was forced away and her ass once more exposed to the lukewarm air.

In the crowd, the masters now began to disrobe. It was hot enough for them to join their slaves in nudity. Moans and pleads escalated, as cocks penetrated waiting cunts and assholes or were sucked into the lucky mouth of whatever slut managed to outcompete her fellow cumdumps in tending to their beloved master's erection.

Anduin, as much as he would have loved to follow suit, was not done spanking Modera yet. Her ass was several shades redder than the rest of her pale skin, but he wouldn't be satisfied by some simple pleads. "Beg!" he commanded and slapped her ass again, grunted in a satisfied fashion when he hit only soft, jiggling flesh.

"Leht meh beee yorrr shlaaaveee!" Modera immediately shouted again, her entire body squirming from the pain. She had a hard time keeping it under control, but she somehow managed to relax before the other cheek was hit a few seconds later.

"AGAIN!" Anduin demanded.

"Leht me be yourrr shlaaaaveeeeee!" she cried out. "Pleasssheeeee, I want to sherve you! I want to be ushed by you! I'll be a good shubmisshive cumdump! Use my throat, break my ass, fuck my cunt and bred my womb, I'll give everything to you! Pleassssheee let me be yourrr slave, Anduin!"

The hand on her hair suddenly let go and, like a puppet whose strings had been cut in water, she slowly sunk to the stone floor. Before her, the plaza escalated into a giant orgy. Pockets of individual harems engaged only with those they were familiar with, others got hot and heavy with each other and a few wandering free use slaves served whoever called for them. The sight of all of those slaves getting dominated only increased the size of the wet spot she left on the floor.

"Get to serving then, my slave," the High King commanded and Modera turned around. He was already naked and his cock greeted her in all its glory. She had sucked it many times before, but today it seemed especially large.

Only the words, "Thank you, master," passed her gorgeous lips before they wrapped around the engorged head. Her tongue swirled around the tip for a few seconds, making Anduin groan. Happy to please, Modera moaned herself, tasting his precum and then sliding down. That she had taken him into her throat many times before barely helped this time around. Her jaw stretched, she gagged a little bit, but those unpleasant sensations were nothing compared to the raw lust and love she felt when looking up and his gracious eyes met hers.

"Good girl," Anduin complimented, brushing over her head in a gentle fashion. That was all it took for her to forget her own desires and focus exclusively on him. She was his means of getting off, it was her honour to be used and if she was pleasured during the act, then it only happened by his grace.

Knowing this, she lost no time and started sliding back and forth. She sucked him off with long and careful movements that sent wet slurping noises echoing out. Tongue pressing against all the sensitive spots she found, she tasted his cock. It was meticulously clean, the High King did take his hygiene absolutely seriously, and yet the depravity it was used in on the daily stuck to it. This was the dick of someone that had enslaved legends and gods and soon she would have submitted to it as well. All that was necessary was his mark.

She sped up, his cock becoming more slick with precum and saliva each time her tight lips slid back up to the tip. Three things, she wanted three things. She wanted to taste his delicious seed. She wanted to hurry to the point where he bred her. Most importantly of all, she wanted him to feel ecstasy.

Anduin soon felt his orgasm approach and grabbed Modera's head with both hands. Although he had let her do as she wanted to test her enthusiasm, at the moment of climax, his base instincts kicked in and he pressed her against his groin. His balls tightened and a flood of semen rushed down into her gullet.

No matter how often she tasted his hard shaft and thick seed, it never failed to impress her just how delightful he tasted. Even without the brand, the conditioning she had endured over the past few weeks made her body tingle. Traditionally, what happened next was that he would claim her ass. She would have gladly given him whatever hole he asked for, but Modera had a clear favourite for where she wanted the High King to leave his next load of cum.

Anduin agreed and pulled out of her throat as soon as the occasional spasm of his dick stopped transporting large ropes of the thick white liquid inside his newest slave. Leaving it in front of Modera's face, she instinctively moved to clean his cock with her needy tongue. The second he spoke up, her eyes darted up to him, but her mouth never stopped working. She could listen and serve. She had to listen and serve. That was her purpose for the rest of her life.

"I will breed you in a moment, Modera," Anduin announced, his voice and his words had her moan excitedly. "But before I do it, before I mark you as my property, you have to make one last choice. If you wish to be my wife, then stand, if you wish to be just a slave, then present yourself."

Modera stopped in her blowjob for just a second, then continued as she thought. Her eyes darted over to the watching ensemble of the High King's harem. The higher ranking members, the wives with more dominant personalities, were using the tongues and fingers of the lower slaves to get off. Those same lowly cumdumps waited obediently to be used, not indulging in their own carnal desires, despite how plain their lust was written on their faces. They waited on their knees and in whatever stage of undress that their betters demanded. Being one of Anduin's wives, plainly, gave one influence and power in his harem and beyond.

With one final peck on the engorged head, the auburn-haired arch mage turned around and got on all fours. "How could I possibly demand to be one of your wives, when I have l waited so long to submit to your royal presence?" she panted, pushing her juicy ass out, rounder than it had been during her original youth and still burning from the earlier spanking, made much worse by the summerly warmth enveloping them. "I had to beg to be your slave and I want nothing more. Use me!"

She would have said so much more, pouring out her heart and turning him on as much as she could, but she already felt his strong hands on her waist. His cock slapped down, heavy and hard, in the gap of her heart shaped pillow of an ass. He gave her red cheeks another slap and she cried out in ecstasy. Overlooking the giant orgy before her, the greatest connected one in Azeroth's history so far, she stared at the winding bodies with great lust. Only for a few seconds, however, as the person she was truly attracted to, her one master, squatted over her rear and aimed his cock at her dripping wet cunt.

The moment he pushed into her, Modera came harder than she had ever before. As much as she may have trained herself to love his cock in her throat and ass, now that it was finally the time of subjugation, none of that training seemed to matter. There was no need to prepare herself for Anduin, because the perfect master eased himself into her exactly as quickly as her body allowed and her mind desired.

The High King of Stormwind knew how to reward a proper slave and filled her completely with his dick. Lubricating his fingers with some of her overflowing pussy juices, he slipped his thumb into her backdoor. His other hand reached out to her ponytail and pulled strong enough for her head to stretch backwards.

With a grin, he watched Modera's expression. Her eyes were focused on absolutely nothing, her lips contorted into a silly smile. He wasn't even fucking her and his cock had already reduced her into a dumb-fucked state. "I will use you, then," he announced, "my newest High Slave."

Modera felt a twinge of happiness of being honoured like that. Being in the middle ranks of his harem, after all the time she had forbade him from properly claiming her, was all she could have ever asked for. All she wanted now was his brand and his child and those the High King had already decided she would get. Now all she had to do was to let herself be used until he came inside her. There was no greater pleasure for a woman on Azeroth.

Anduin made sure that this was a doubtlessly true saying.

He began to move and, capitalizing on Modera's masochism, made even his first few thrusts nothing short of titanic. With his superhuman might, he pulled out and rammed all the way back into her, his hips slamming against her sensitive ass and sending ecstatic pain all throughout her. Screaming with lust beyond sanity, her pussy tightened with orgasmic spasms around him with every thrust.

Her own will was too weak to even keep her kneeling and soon all that kept her chest from sinking onto the clean stone floor was Anduin's grip. Mild pain ached in her knees from the position, but that was nothing next to the debauched love she was feeling. Every thrust, hammering into her with ever less time between them, served to overshadow more and more of her previous expectations and memories of what sex was like.

And previous encounter she had in her life, every little fling and every relationship, they all paled even compared to a single plunge of his mighty cock. She tried to scream his name in reverence, "Ah-sh-duiiinnn, msshtttrrrr," but only a slurred mess echoed outwards.

The High King revelled in it exactly because of that obvious ecstasy, changing his angle probing her body for sensitive areas. He would study her body more, a whole lot more, in the coming hours. "I will enslave every bit of you," he growled, making her pussy gush and his nearby harem swoon. "Everyone centimetre of your body I will use to drive you mad with lust, Modera. I will master you, because you are my property to be used however, I see fit."

"Yeshhhh, yeshhhhhhhh," she screamed, unable to comprehend how she had been able to live without feeling this free, owned and slutty. A whore just for him, that's what she wanted to be. No, that's what she was. There was no way, none she even considered, to change this now.

"Right now, slave...," he clenched his teeth as he accelerated as much as he could. "...before I learn all of you there is to know..." he felt his balls tighten, but he held back. He wasn't done talking and his body was as much a tool of his will as his slaves were. "...I will forever..." his grip on her waist intensified. "...be..." he slammed into her and pulled out for one last thrust, "...MINE!"

Finally, he allowed the seed to rush up his shaft. Pressed against her bright red ass, he filled her up. He didn't even have to pull on her hair to have her spine arch further. For a mage, she was quite flexible, showing her entire face, upside down, while she experienced the marking pleasure of slavehood.

She was no stranger to the pleasure of magical power rushing through her body, but this was on a whole different level. A heightened state of awareness, far beyond any clairvoyance, filled her body and mind. The impossible feeling of knowing that the virile seed that pumped into her immediately reached her womb and impregnated her within seconds rushed through her. It was the strongest pleasure among all of it, overpowering even that magical reward that carved itself into her soul and manifested as marks like dark tendrils around her cunt and blissful Light in her eyes.

The joy of being bred, of future motherhood, after a life lived thinking she didn't need it, now it was granted to her in an overwhelming orgasm. Wave after wave of clear love juices squirted out, tainted her legs and the newly built plaza. All she could do was scream in love and lust, and smile when her spasming muscles allowed it.

"Good girl," Anduin grunted, while her tight pussy milked him of all he had. "Thank your Master," he used his first true command on her.

Another rush of true desire went through Modera. Still weaker than the joy of being enslaved and carrying his offspring, it was an intense echo of that ongoing moment of branding. She could resist, she really and truly could, his mark and his influence. Why anyone would ever want to do so was beyond her.

"Thank you for breeding me, Master!" she screamed, every finished sentence another spasm, another squirt of love juices. "Thank you for filling me up with your thick cock! Thank you for making me your slave! Thank you for forgiving your teasing slave, who only gave you her mouth and ass to keep you entertained! Thank you for letting me be young again! Thank you, thank you, thank youuuuuuu!" Her climax peaked and her voice failed. The golden light in her eyes began to dim and left behind the usual blue colour

Anduin pulled her against his broad chest and whispered into her ear, "You will make a magnificent mother and servant, Modera."

She shivered with fulfilment. "Thank you, Anduin," she responded, feeling her pussy wring the last of his cum from this load out of his shaft. She was already pregnant, but the obligation to serve his desires remained. An obligation she could never manage to stem alone and that neither she nor her fellow slaves would have to. Because he, the perfect Master, owned all of them. "I love you," she stated, the lips crossing her lips naturally.

"I will love you too, forever," Anduin promised, letting the feelings for his newest woman blossom just as freely.