Who a King Must Do Ch. 39

Genn Greymane entered his chambers -- naked as the custom of Stormwind had become. It wasn't an impressive lodging, at least when it came to the dwelling place of a king. A bedroom, a study, a balcony and a bathroom, that was just about everything inside. Outside of a Gilnean flag, barely anything marked that Genn was living here.

"You should decorate more," a female voice suddenly reached his ears. It didn't startle him. Although there were very few people that could sneak by him and all of them were deserving of respect, this one wasn't demanding of fear. The voice was like Mia's, his wife, but it's pleasing sound wasn't formed in the gentle tones of the Gilnean queen, but into a matter-of-fact and casual expression of the rogue's character.

"This isn't my home," Genn answered, strolling past the chair, on top of which the shape of the invader slowly became visible. "Just like Darnassus wasn't our home. We're here as guests, refugees, and our people will one day return to Gilneas. Once we have rebuilt, I will decorate all I want," he sat down on another chair nearby and fixated the blurry outline, "Tess."

The invisibility spell unravelled completely and left his daughter to be viewed plainly. Unlike him, she was wearing clothes, and not too few. As a matter of fact, only her head was visible and that was only because she had pulled down both hood and face covering. Her clothes were practical, especially for someone who moved about during the night. A long cowl, with aforementioned hood, wrapped around her. Tight leather covered her torso, a compromise between protection and flexibility, while her arms and legs were covered in high quality cloth. Strapped onto those covers were leather belts and holsters, holding enchanted daggers and crossbow bolts large enough to rip off the skull of an undead in one shot. The princess of Gilneas knew her prey and had specialized equipment to hunt it.

She had dark brown hair, bordering on black, and the hazel eyes of her mother. She was also every bit as beautiful. Although her features had been hardened through years of guerrilla fighting and undercover operations, it hadn't caused her to develop any level of wrinkles. Then again, if she had, the proximity to Stormwind would have fixed the most obvious flaws in a matter of days.

Her curves were also every bit as seductive as her mothers. She had sizable breasts, not quite deserving of the title 'large' but definitely close to it, and her tight armour showed clearly that this went onto an hourglass figure with wide hips. She was tanned and athletic, travelling by day and undergoing numerous difficult battles had those effects.

Genn looked at all of those features with the proudness of a father. Stormwind culture may have made him an even bigger pervert than he had been before, but he and it weren't permissible of the intense degeneracy necessary to lust after one's own daughter. At the same time, he felt no shame, not even the slightest inkling of it, sitting before her naked.

Neither did Tess, although this had little to do with her being exposed to Stormwind and more with her practical mindset. Nudity was just a state of undress. "I suppose that will happen quite soon, given how this war is developing," Tess Greymane pointed out and stretched. She was a little bit tired, it had been a long journey back to Stormwind and an even longer affair hiding within the city walls. There were things she had wanted to learn, from Vereesa and, once she had heard about her involvement, from Vanessa, before she went and talked to her father and Anduin.

"Preparations will be made to stomp out the last vestiges of resistance," Genn confirmed. "As it currently stands, I will leave once Anduin has journeyed to and back from Karazhan. I will hold down the fort for him one last time." He hesitated for a moment, wondering how he should broach the next subject. "It... is good that you returned before then I..."

"You know, I had a lot of fun in the streets the past few days," Tess interrupted and her father grew a little bit pale. "Relax, I was just watching things," she told him with a smile, "I didn't engage with anything. I was testing just exactly what kind of environment this is -- for women and otherwise. I'm pretty pleased, all things considered."

Tess was more than 'pretty pleased' but going into it with her father would have felt wrong. She kept her breathing from rising in excitement at the scenes of subjugation she had witnessed and her body from squirming with lust. She had been there when Anduin made Modera his slave. Never had she seen anything more enticing.

Genn could smell it. His worgen nose didn't betray him. He chose not to comment. It appeared that his daughter had inherited some more of her mother's traits than just her looks. If this had been old times, that could have turned out to be a problem or a blessing, depending on just how veracious she was in her appetites. However, this was the High King's era and in it, the tendencies his daughter currently displayed were perfectly suited for a woman.

"Your mother is pregnant again," Genn tried to get the conversation back on track.

"I know," Tess grinned, throwing her old man right back off his rhythm. "And I know what you've been thinking about, you want to offer my hand in marriage to Anduin, don't you?" She chuckled; she didn't need Genn to answer to know she was correct. "Look, I figured out this was likely where this was heading years ago. At first, it made purely political sense, but then you and Anduin grew closer together because of who you lost..." for a moment, her nonchalant expression dropped.

When Sylvanas had attacked Gilneas, Genn had lost his oldest child, the crown prince of Gilneas and Tess had lost her beloved brother, earning that title of heir-apparent in return. It wasn't a worthwhile trade. Tess hadn't been raised to inherit the kingdom. Although actions since then had shown that she would make a wonderful queen regardless, the hole the loss of Liam had left behind was unavoidable.

When Anduin had lost his father, it was just as unavoidable that the two men would try to find comfort in becoming the father and the son each other no longer had. A great development for the world, as Anduin had more to learn and Genn had more to be humbled for. A union of grave circumstances, but a good one regardless.

"...yeah, at that point I was pretty sure you would one day suggest to me that, perhaps, the houses of Stormwind and Gilneas should join," Tess finally finished her thoughts. Back then, she hadn't been too excited about the idea of getting wed to someone just oozing moral principles, but many things had happened. "Now that you have a potential new heir, it only makes sense to push things along."

"...You're correct about my reasoning, daughter, but not quite about how I think about how this should go," Genn retorted, now it was his turn to be mildly bemused. "Whether you marry Anduin or not is entirely your choice. Because our lifespans have been so drastically lengthened by his actions, the Greymane line is secure beyond the need of you to throw yourself at a man you do not like. Whatever happens though, you being the heir of Gilneas doesn't change."

"So, you're telling me that you're giving me the choice whether Gilneas will be reigned in personal union under Stormwind or not?" Tess raised an eyebrow as the significance of that statement dawned on her. Her father was recommending she marry a man, a man well known for his benevolence and that he subjugated the members of his harem, and essentially hand over Gilneas as her dowry. Of course, that was basically the same as Anduin had already done with Jaina and Fenella and history had shown this was for the best of everyone involved.

Genn looked after her daughter, as she suddenly stood up. "Where are you going?" he asked, quite sure he already knew the answer.

"Making sure I have the right clothes for the occasion," Tess answered.

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The next morning.

Anduin had known that Tess was in Stormwind. How could he not have? She had spoken to two of his slaves, her fellow members of the Uncrowned, an underground organization that worked on a large number of projects throughout Azeroth. Although not a properly centralized order, the members knew and relied on each other to reach goals that were unquestioningly for the better of the world. Their contributions to the conflict with the Legion were immeasurably -- largely because nobody really knew what all they had done.

Regardless of him knowing or not, he had not expected to reveal herself the way she did. The court was in the middle of session that day. A break was taken for food, sex and debate, a standard procedure whenever anything was discussed. Someone entering when that break was about to come to an end, however, was unusual. Doubly so when that someone was dressed in a scandalous wedding gown.

The skirt was short, extremely short, and clung to what little of her upper thighs it covered. It was, in fact, the first time a mini-skirt entered the idea of Azeroth fashion. Attached to the rest of a white dress that emphasized her wide hips, narrow waist and sizable breasts, it was held by nothing but a string that wrapped around the back of her neck and framed her cleavage. The pure-white fabric of it all contrasted with her tan. The long veil of semi-translucent silk that she wore was already pushed back, revealing her smile and fluttering behind her as she took graceful steps towards the throne.

Heads turned and surprised gazes followed her, looking at her attractive features and décolleté for as long as she approached and at the jaw-dropping rise of her butt when she passed. In turn, Tess had her eyes focused only on Anduin. Without hesitation, she walked all the way up to his throne and into the heart of the circular, harem-seating structure.

Anduin stared back, hiding all of his surprise skilfully. Despite the suddenness of the scene, he hadn't ordered his slaves to stop pleasuring him and so Maiev and Fenella were still busy working his rod as he looked up. "An interesting choice of attire for your return to court, princess Tess," he carefully approached the conversation.

Bowing forwards, Tess presented first her cleavage to him, then whispered into his ear. "Did you ever think that the two of us would get married eventually?" she asked.

"I had considered once or twice before I changed," he responded quietly.

"What did you think of the idea back then?"

"Not much. It would have been a political move. What about you?"

"I found the idea terrible," she responded, "because you struck me as someone boring. Reliable, yes, just, without question, capable, certainly, but absolutely by the books boring in marriage and I always wanted more. Now, look at you... my father suggested I marry you yesterday. What do you think of the idea now?"

"I've wanted you to be my slave since I started gathering my beloved harem," he answered and could feel an excited exhale next to his ear. From just that little, he could read what was going on here.

The truth of the matter was that Tess Greymane had always fantasized about a society like the one Anduin had made. A place where everyone's lust was unleashed. Furthermore, she wanted a man who could dominate her. Countless nights had been spent masturbating over the idea of getting bound and taken in every imaginable way, just as long as she felt the excitement of being forced along. The truth of the matter was that Tess Greymane had always been a sexual freak in the closet, kept there due to obligations and the expectation that those needy fantasies could never become reality.

Now, before her, was a man she had thoroughly misjudged. "I think you've become everything I ever wanted," Tess moaned. "Prove it to me, and you can carry me off to the cathedral the moment you feel like it. Marry me, take my virginity, breed me and subjugate me. I'll be your wife and Gilneas will be yours by extension. My father gave his blessing for all of it."

Her words were every bit as true as her perversion was and Anduin affirmed it for himself with his powers. "If you submit yourself to my plans for world peace, then I will gladly be every bit the master you need," he whispered back. It wasn't a question and he didn't wait for a response. Instead, he moved quickly and kissed her.

Tess Greymane felt the touch of a man, or any other humanoid for that matter, on her lips for the first time and was immediately hooked. Every fantasy she had ever had about her first kiss was immediately validated. He dug into her soft hair, pried open her lips with his tongue and took complete control of her with his superior experience and will. He did with her as he wanted and she did her best to reciprocate his aggressive movements as best she could. Before she knew it, Anduin was standing and she had to lean her head back to keep kissing him. Not that he left her much of a choice in the matter.

Putting his arm around her waist, Anduin held the Greymane heiress firmly in his embrace. He refused to break their first kiss. She tasted of wild herbs and smelled of sweet flowers. Her lips were soft and the frequent soft moans that escaped her wonderfully tantalizing.

Tess had imagined she would be thrown to her knees the second she made her declaration. A cock shoved into her face, her virgin throat violently fucked, that was the fantasy that had kept her from properly sleeping this night. Even without her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt in feverish masturbation, this somehow made her wetter. Even with just his tongue, she was absolutely at his mercy. Her wetness turned into a steady dripping of pussy juice, when she felt his cock between her thighs.

Instinctively, she pressed her legs together. She wanted to feel more details of his member. Squished between her smooth thighs, she realized how truly enormous it was. She had only heard the stories. Moments earlier, bobbing heads had prevented her from seeing it.

One such bobbing head, she now felt at the back of her legs. Maiev was still on cocksucking duty and she had not been told to stop. Anduin groaned into Tess' mouth and began to thrust between her thighs. Tess couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that her first kiss came along her future husband fucking her thighs while getting sucked off by some other slut. She couldn't believe how deeply intrigued she was by the way his cock twitched. She couldn't believe how hot she found it.

This was now beyond her fantasies. This was reality and one even more depraved than she could have ever hoped for. It only took the slight grinding of his girthy shaft against her pussy lips to send her over the edge. Dizzy headed, unable to properly breath as her mouth was dominated and her vocal cords busy forming more and more moans, she barely was aware of her own body. The heat from his massive member and the repeated quivering, once he started pumping seed into the lucky slut's mouth, those were the focus of her mind.

She was still in the afterglow when Anduin finally broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "Are you convinced yet?" he asked.

"No," she lied. None but the master of her dreams would have been daring enough to what he had just done. However, she wanted to know what he would do with her and that throbbing erection that persisted between her legs. "Maybe you should get me on my knees and show me my place?" she suggested with a purr.

A moment later, Anduin was choking her. He, of course, knew that she wasn't telling the truth, but he decided to play along with that. Grabbing her with his left like that had a different reason. "I don't remember asking you for how I should treat you, Tess," he warned her, "you will only respond with 'yes, master' or 'no, master' and you will only speak up when I ask you something, do you understand?"

"Ye...ssss..., mastaaahh," she pressed out, involuntarily moans and the pressure on her windpipe making it difficult to talk. 'By the Light, his hand is big,' she thought and bit her lower lip. Downstairs, she was spreading her pussy juices over his rod by massaging it with her thighs. Even now, the redheaded Watcher was sucking him off. Her movements had grown even more feverish, to compensate for the lack of thrusting.

"Good," the High King let go off her throat. Although Tess' body took a thankful breath, her mind protested. She wanted to be dominated more. Years of suppressed desires were finally finding an outlet. "So, you wish to feel your throat broken in, is that it?"

"Yes, master!" she enthusiastically exclaimed, only to be smacked across the face.

"Moderate your voice," he warned her and gave her a second to make a mistake. She didn't. Tess had imagined this situation before and kept her mouth shut until he added, "Understand?"

"Yes, master," she responded, in a much more timid tone, the kind she hadn't earnestly used since Gilneas had fallen. It was the tone of a princess that was to be married to someone of power and influence.

"Maiev," Anduin prefaced his next action with a simple call of that name. The slave pulled back. Without her cocksucking around, Tess felt as if the situation was poorer. A man like her master could not possibly be satiated by just one woman serving him. "Have you ever sucked someone off before, Tess?" he distracted her with a question.

"No, master," she answered truthfully.

"Ever had sex in any way?"

"No, master."

"Ever pleasured yourself with toys? You may answer in more detail for this one."

"Yes, master. I have trained blowjobs on a dildo and I have penetrated my asshole. I have only ever used my fingers on my pussy, although my hymen broke during physical exercise years ago." Saying all of this without looking away for a second, she saw an approving greed in Anduin's eyes. There were also mumbles all around by the slaves that had, regretfully, lost their virginity to someone else. If they could go back in time, they would all tell their past selves that there would be a man that would satisfy them beyond all they ever needed and that no other pleasure was ever necessary. Only Tyrande was happy with herself. Since she was the one who took Anduin's virginity, her knowing the ropes had been quite essential. Even if he proved himself a natural talent within minutes.

"I see. Kneel," the High King commanded Tess and she dropped down immediately. The floor was perfect for kneeling, firm enough to give proper ground but also soft enough that it didn't hurt. All pain she felt came from the hand clawing into her hair. "Do you think your training has prepared your throat for my cock?"

Tess stared at the massive member in front of her and hesitated. Her mouth, initially open to take him in immediately, now was agape in awe. Although she had felt its absurd size between her thighs, that had been an inaccurate estimate at best. Now she could probably compare it to whatever dicks or toys she had seen in the past. The High King's cock was about twice as large as the toy she had used, an absolute beast of a thing in length and girth. It was just big enough that it was still feasible to take into her without it hurting. The prospect excited her. Regardless, she had lied to her soon-to-be husband once and she would not do it twice, especially when it was his pleasure on the line. "No, master."

Even if she had done her best to eliminate her gag reflex, that thing would trigger it without a doubt. It made her ashamed, but it was the truth. The last thing she wanted was to vomit on the cock of her perfect man. Anduin dragged her back up to her feet. Tess kept her eyes cast down.

"Good girl." The unexpected compliment caused her to blush. "You know your limits. We will remove those in time. Lift your skirt."

"Yes, master," Tess grabbed the edge of her dress. There was fairly little to lift and her drenched pussy came into view after just a few centimetres. Anduin reached down and ran his fingers through the pink lips. Until a few days ago, she had kept some trimmed her down there. Upon hearing off his preferences and seeing the brand, however, she had shaved it all off.