Who a King Must Do Ch. 39

It was silent and, in that silence, the Arch Bishop raised his hands to get everyone's attention. "Our king requires no great introduction and no great recollection of his deeds. We all remember the reformations he has brought to us in only a few months. The abolition of false shame, the liberation of our desires, the happiness of men and women alike. Men that enjoy to dominate, women that enjoy to be subjugated, he has shown us that this is the norm, but the great society he has delivered to us also allows those of other tastes to realize their fetishes. We are free, we are healthy, Stormwind and the Alliance is more stable than ever. We breed more beautiful sluts than ever thought possible and every man has the real possibility to assemble a harem for themselves. It's the golden age of Azeroth and of mankind. Today, we shall witness the ninth marriage of this great man, Anduin Llane Wrynn!"

The court stomped and applauded in approval for a few seconds, then Omnius gestured towards the gate and immediately things went silence. Music started playing, the massive cathedral organ intertwined with the beautiful voices of nuns and priests, those faithful that were part of neither cult and oversaw the Church of Stormwind as a whole.

With that music as their signal, the Greymane family entered. Genn and Mia accompanied their daughter together for the first few steps, then the mother stepped aside with a subservient bow. Their joined hands raised, they stepped down the aisle.

Anduin found it fascinating how much difference lowered satin veil and straightened clothes could make, even if the wedding dress barely covered anything. With refreshed desire, he looked at Tess' curves. Those breasts would be great to play with, especially once pregnancy upped their size even more, and her wide hips would ease the burden of bearing heirs on her. Fit as she was, she would be able to serve him just as well as the rest of his harem and her legs, those thick thighs especially, were fantastically attractive.

"Take good care of her, Anduin," Genn said when he reached the base of the stairs.

"I will, Genn," Anduin said when he took Tess' hand from her father.

The king of Gilneas walked away, took a seat and was soon joined by his wife. Like any other good sex slave, she kneeled in front of him.

The soon to be wed pair looked at each other. The satin veil did little to obscure Tess' face. He could see enough to know her expression and was withheld from so much that his desire grew. With a solemn expression, he faced forward and took the first step up the stairs. Tess followed his lead and in the silence of the cathedral, they ascended to the altar.

Once they were in front of the marble formation, the Arch Bishop standing behind it once more rose his voice. "Then let us hear the vows. High King Anduin, do you swear to offer protection to your new wife, as all your other wives and slaves? Do you swear to make her happy in all ways that are within your power? To see to it that she is nourished and that your children prosper? To be a master that takes care of all her desires?"

"Yes, I swear," Anduin responded.

"Princess Tess, do you swear to submit to your husband as your one and only master? Do you swear to obey his orders and to serve along his other wives and slaves? Do you swear to make him happy in all ways that are within your powers? To see to it that he is nourished and that you will give him children? To be a slave that takes care of all his desires?"

"Yes, I swear," Tess swooned.

"Then, by the authority I was given by the Light, the Shadow, the ancestors and Lady Moon, I declare you husband and wife, master and slave. May your union be fruitful." Omnius stepped away from the altar, his harem of short and stacked girls in toe. Left alone on the elevated platform, the newlyweds turned towards each other.

Anduin lifted the veil. Tess blinked back the beginning of tears. She wasn't going to cry, but the happiness of the moment overwhelmed her regardless. She hadn't thought today would present her such a multitude of emotions besides ecstasy. He leaned forwards and claimed the lips of his newest wife with the very same greed and love he had felt for Jaina.

For a few moments, the kiss was formal and simple. For a few seconds, it was innocent and slow. For a minute, it was escalating and lustful. Until his hand slammed down on her ass with a loud smack, it was wild and debauched. Their lips parted with her moaning out loud. A sound that broke the respectful celibacy in the room.

Like a wall of sand under a steady stream was washed away, the debauchery in the room accelerated exponentially. A few whispered commands at first transitioned quickly into the worshipping of cocks and cunts. Kisses turned into deepthroats. The free use slaves offered their services to whoever wanted it, the cultists of the perfect slave began to masturbate as a show or offered blowjobs to men they fancied as potential masters. Wet sounds and moaned went from interrupting the quiet to themselves mingling into the steady rush of perverted sounds that replaced the quiet.

In that debauched atmosphere, Anduin whirled Tess around and pressed her onto the altar. Her back sunk into the padding made the pedestal something pleasant to lie on. "You won't need this anymore," he decided and grabbed the rim of her dress with both hands. With one fluid, powerful movement, he tore the white dress in twain and tossed the halves aside. Tess breasts were now free in all their roundness, both slumping to the side as they came to a rest.

She was now completely bare in front of Anduin and the High King took in all of her luscious curves with intense desire. His left hand trailed over her flat, defined stomach up to her breast and aggressive groped her sizable mounds. Soft meat spilled between his fingers. The overly sensitive princess gasped at the rough touch.

Anduin pulled at her nipples, rolled them between his fingers and then let her tits fall back into place. He let them jiggle, the cupped them, kneaded them, coerced sharp moans from Tess. They weren't born purely from his attention to her chest. His hard cock was resting on the exposed wetness of her cunt. With tiny movements, he glided through her pussy lips and caused his newest sex slave to writhe on the altar.

The entire room was watching, still keeping to foreplay. Throats were fucked, handjobs given and fingers pumped into wet cunts, but everyone stayed clear of penetration until the High King took the lead. A slight exception was Genn, who concentrated entirely on the lips of his wife. While he was happy for his daughter and saw nothing embarrassing in the situation, he wasn't drawn to it either. Of all the perversions of Stormwind, incest was not an accepted one.

As much fun as Tess' breasts were, Anduin could not wait any longer. He grabbed his cock with one hand and aligned himself with the dripping wet cunt. Once the head of it started sinking inside her, he looked up to witness her reaction. With eager eyes, she was staring at the point of their escalating union. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," she whispered in a lustful whining tone, as he sank deeper and deeper into her virgin cunt.

The descent was slow and steady. She was so incredibly tight and so incredibly wet that Anduin was gripped even as he smoothly penetrated her. Tight folds rubbed and massaged his dick. Despite his size, Tess showed no sign of discomfort. Her face only displayed a rising ecstasy. When he was halfway in, her feet crossed behind Anduin's and beckoned him to penetrate her faster. "You need to feel me all the way inside me, don't you?"

"Yes, master," Tess gasped her response. Still it irked her how weak it sounded when she called him by his rightful title. "I need you to fuck me, to bred me, mark me as yours forever! I am your property, please brand me, please. Deeper, yes, deeper, deeperrrrrrr," her panting breath exploded into a loud shout when he was finally sheathed completely inside her. She couldn't help but orgasm. The size and heat of his member overwhelmed her again. That she had it inside her other hole earlier had not prepared her for, nor would she ever be able to get fully used to it. Too large was the tool and too perfect the man who wielded it.

Anduin removed some of his long, blond hair with a shake of his head and then grabbed Tess by her hips. Curvy as she was, his firm hands found a natural grip where waist swung into hips. Giving her just one more second to gather her breath, Anduin started moving. With great hunger, he watched Tess spine arch and her fingers claw at the stone under her. She had no more words now, only screams and shouts as he fucked her from one orgasm onto the next. His pace was relentless. The power of his thrusts superhuman.

There was no need to hold anything back, Tess was a seasoned fighter and her pussy kept gushing lubricant all over the place of their unification. Each time he drew back, her pussy clung to him and her legs tensed to pull him back. A motion of pure breeding instinct. Tess was far too much gone in pleasure to think about anything her body did in detail. All of her womanly desires culminated in the knowledge that this man had to sire a new generation.

Even with her thick thighs pressing into him, Anduin moved according to his will alone. Each of his thrusts was long and quick, slammed deep into Tess. The numerous, steady impacts made her breasts jiggle in delicious circles. His hands kept her from accidentally sliding away amidst the force. The marble floor got more and more stained with the dripping of their love juices.

A fact that was true for the entire cathedral. Cultists of the Perfect Slave were scattered all around the room. Primarily draenei, they showed off their bodies as they pleasured themselves with toys and fingers. Around them, the free use slaves were used by one, two or even three men at once. Men that were also attended by their own slaves. Some of the masters stayed only within their own harems, their bodies hidden under the servile writhing of lustful submissives. Cocks were worshipped, ridden with an effort to please, hammered into subjugated pussies. With the High King fully engaged in the fucking of his new queen, the entire cathedral had exploded into the usual scene of a Stormwind orgy. Dozens if not hundreds of harems were getting used next to each other, some overlapped and some kept to themselves, all according to the masters' preferences.

At the feet of the stairs, the harem of Anduin himself was busy tending to their own. Centred around the highly pregnant Jaina, who sat on the lowest step with her bloated belly, the sexiest women of Azeroth were kissing and pleasuring each other. Tongues wrestled or stretched into cunts, horns and hair were grabbed, asses slapped and fingers curved into tight twats. Almost all of them were present, miraculously, and they all kept glancing up to the altar. Nobody wanted to miss the moment when Anduin marked Tess.

They wouldn't have to wait much longer. He could feel the lust building up in his heavy balls. His cock got more and more sensitive. Every renewed plunge into her quivering cunt caused him to groan. He could have clenched his teeth, held on for a little while more, but Tess managed to look at him one more time. A short glance with her dark eyes, adoring, needing, serving and begging. It seemed to last for an eternity. It was ended when Anduin slammed into her one last time.

Cum pumped in Tess and her eyes rolled up. With stretched out tongue and stretched up chest, her ravaged body produced one massive scream that soon went silent. It filled her womb. The searing hot seed filled her womb in a moment that was beyond bliss. The climax that topped off this endless series of orgasms was so intense that she forgot everything. Where she was, what she was seeing, who she was, why she was there all of it was wiped from her mind in a moment of absolute ecstasy.

The High King marked her twice in that moment. His virile seed did what no regular man could ensure and impregnated her immediately. Quantity and quality were simply too much. The magic concentrated in his seed, with its primary task ensured, went on to rush all through Tess' body. In the ocean of blissful white, the princess felt a rush of gold and purple making its way through her. Everywhere it touched, the mindless ecstasy increased even further. Her pussy squirted over and over again, desperate sounds escaped her empty lungs and then her dark eyes were momentarily claimed by the deep purple of the void. The colour persisted for as long as it took for Anduin's mark to burn itself into her soul and manifest on her skin.

No sooner was that finished that both of them went past the high-point of their orgasms. Anduin kept standing tall. As intense as marking was even for him, he had too much self-control to show just a moment of weakness. Tess writhed for several minutes in the afterglow, trying to look at him whenever she could. Love was engrained in every little deliberate move she made.

"May I kiss you, my queen, Tess?" Anduin asked, when she went from squirming to just breathing heavily.

"Yes, Master," she responded and finally she was happy with the way she said it.

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