Who a King Must Do Ch. 44

A great engineer to start with, she had the respect of her people. Skills in diplomacy and looks were things she hadn't greatly cared about in the past, but she improved rapidly in the former and the latter she took care off as little as she needed, given the beautifying effect of magic. At this point, Anduin could leave the affairs of Ironforge entirely to her and the other dwarven leaders.

Her skin had gotten smoother, her eyebrows were finely swung and decorative braids were woven into her fiery red hair. Her nose was a cute button and her smile formed by lips that no obsidian could be formed to rival in beauty. She was sexy, confident when she wanted to be and an empress that deserved the title. Even with her mastery of all of those additional obligations, she never forgot the most basic one: to please her Master.

Anduin was greatly pleased indeed, while the soft meat of her massive tits massaged his shaft. Together or in alternating movements, Fenella rubbed her breasts to pleasure him. Slowly she brought the rest of her body into the action. Her plump rear rose from the slick ground, making her chest rise and grind along the High King's erection. A simple up and down mixed with the kneading of her heaving, dark grey tits.

His entire shaft vanished entirely in the valley, when she had reached the highest point of her service. Fenella remained for a moment, letting him bask in the heat, the juiciness, and the skilful way she handled her own breasts to satisfy him. Then she slid down, past the point she had been stable at before. She moaned desperately, when her sensitive chest spilled all over his groin. All of Anduin's nethers were covered in the abundance of soft squishiness. Even his balls were covered. Only the upper third of his massive cock now poked out, but Fenella was quick to wrap her thick lips around his head. No centimetre of him that she could reach would remain without service.

Deciding to reward her, Anduin reached down and pinched one of her nipples. Fenella's reaction was explosive, her eyes rolling up in her skull as a scream of ecstasy reverberated in Anduin's cock. The drum of her heartbeat was so intense that he could feel it through her massive tits, which were squished even more tightly against his cock by tensing hands.

"Keep serving me," Anduin commanded, pulling his hand back. Obediently, Fenella resumed her movements, even as orgasmic shudders travelled up and down her spine.

For all its erotic display, a titfuck wasn't a quick way to get off. Even well-lubricated, the smooth skin of her juicy breasts didn't have the tightness and other qualities that made fucking any of her three holes as satisfying. That aside, with all the loads he had already dropped, Anduin's stamina was quite high at the moment. Between Fenella's steady service and the thrusting of his tentacles, the High King's pleasure rose at a pleasingly slow pace.

Aside from the bouncing, squishing and spilling of Fenella's round bosom in his lap, the High King had another piece of eye candy. Positioned in the middle of the throne, Ysera began her dance the moment Anduin raised his gaze from the submissive dwarf.

The first of the Green Dragonflight felt love rise in her chest, when their eyes met. A sliver of her was aware of the obscenity of what she was to perform, the tiny voice that spoke with the reason of a bygone era. The rest of her was incredibly happy to make her body a show for him and the other women who were his sex slaves. What was she beautiful for, if not for him and them to be pleased by it? The rest of the court hardly mattered, but she had to admit that their presence strangely enhanced the experience.

Ysera's hands ran over her chest, as she began to slowly rotate her hips in a simple belly dance. Groping her breasts, she showed just how squishable they were. While two sizes smaller than Fenella's, they were regardless quite impressive. As her hands moved further down, her chest jiggled along her movements.

Her flat midriff moved sensually with each dancing swing of her bottom. Shadows played over it, sweat and light played over its smooth surface, making it glisten. Further down, her hands went, stopping when arriving at her cunt. With obscene thrusts, she guided her Master's gaze towards the heart her fingers formed, framing his mark and the swollen pussy lips, dripping the fake semen of his tentacles.

Hands parting, they slipped over to her juicy thighs. As she started to crouch, she suddenly twirled around. Green hair flew through the air, as the breeding-addicted dragoness found the perfect spot to stand between the writhing orgy going on underneath her. She thrust her bubble butt towards the High King, the glistening, purple skin got pulled to the side by a hand that first slapped and then clawed at her own ass. Slowly, teasingly, Ysera let go and went back to standing straight.

She would have never imagined finding this much joy in just showing her body, her fuckable holes, to someone. Turning back around, her hands now slid up the sides of her hourglass figure, until she combed through her long hair as far as her straight, twisting horns allowed her. Joined, her hands rose up high, getting them out of the focus for now. She was done guiding her Master's gaze over all of what he owned. Instead, she concentrated on showing him a graceful and sexy display. Circling her belly, rolling her hips, presenting her curves, all of it through slow and sensual movements.

Occasionally, she teased her nipples or rubbed her clit, tasted the semen that got stuck on her fingers. Never did she truly masturbate, however. Her Master had told her to dance and so, in this orgy of ecstatic debauchery, she would try to be as elegant as she could, while desiring his touch so much. While Fenella got to service him so thoroughly.

Anduin's pleasure rose to the point of no return. It was a wonderfully thorough experience. Not a race to the finish line, where the climax was an intense and sudden explosion. No, he got to appreciate every hip swing by Ysera. Every massaging motion by Fenella. Every graceful step. Every squish. Every moan by the harem. Every bounce of the dwarf's enormous tits. Every drop of sweat flying off of Ysera's delicious ass. Every mindless spasm in the orgy of women and his tentacles to his feet. He got to feel it all, lean back, relax.

And then feel his balls tighten.

Waves of cum shot into the air and rained down on the writhing harem. The engagements with one another came to a sudden end, as everyone tried to catch some of their Master's delicious seed. Even the girls so thoroughly fucked they barely remembered who they were at the moment raised their heads and stretched out their tongues. The fake cum pumped into their cunts and assholes was unimportant compared to the genuine stuff. Only Ysera ignored what of the absurd quantity of her Master's load that landed on her. The Dream Slave had her order and although the contact with the thick fluid made her shudder, dancing for him was more important.

Similarly, Fenella continued to shake her massive tits, prolonging Anduin's slowly built orgasm further. When the intensity of the spurts weakened to only cover her, she was hit by wave after wave of orgasm. Ropes of cum splattered across her face and tits, the latter still so unfathomably sensitive that her pussy gushed each time. The High King still had a lot to give, enough that thick streams of his baby batter ran down her dark grey skin and over her nipples. Her eyes rolled up again, as she squirted all over the floor.

Anduin watched the slave empress becomes progressively more covered by his hot white load. It contrasted so perfectly with her dark skin and kept his hunger for pleasure well-fuelled. Gently he placed a hand on her head and guided her down. Mouth around the head, squishy tits around shaft and balls, he let her suck the remaining cum from him. Then, he gave his next order.

"Ysera, bend over. Hold onto the ends of the throne."

"Yes, Master!" the Dream Slave involuntarily shouted her answer. Obedience was rewarded with pleasure and she couldn't help but cum as she pushed out her backside. Despite her hopes for it, she knew she wasn't the next to be fucked. She wasn't surprised at all when she felt the weight of a body placed on her back. Happily, she let Fenella grab her horns for support.

The High King was using one of his wives as the support to fuck another. Such an act of balance would have been unthinkable a year ago. A less powerful individual couldn't have supported it either. Ysera, as a dragon aspect, had both the power and the balance to maintain this position indefinitely. Not before meeting her perfect Master, had she ever even imagined her strength would be used in such a way, nor could she have believed she would love it so much.

Fenella's legs closed around his hips, as Anduin slapped his cock against her eagerly awaiting pussy. The empress was entirely his to look at. With her legs parted and her arms raised to Ysera's horns, her torso was entirely open. "Ysera, you will remain standing and feel what Fenella feels," Anduin gave two more commands.

"Yesh, Mashtahr," Ysera slurred, pussy dripping with anticipation. Her dangling breasts grew hotter, already sharing the increased sensitivity and the feeling of being covered in cum.

Anduin looked at the cumstained, living work of art before him and pulled back. Lips parting in anticipation, Fenella shuddered, licking a drip of cum from the corner of her mouth. Her pussy twitched. Reaching down to massive, quivering tits, Anduin clawed into one of them. His fingers, his entire hand, sunk into the sultry, dark grey flesh. Her pussy gushed. Ysera screamed in unison.

The High King penetrated her folds, which quivered orgasmically as he sunk inside. His cock was visible in the bulge it created on its way to her cervix. Her legs tensed tighter around him, as she squirted all over his grin. Hot love juices dripped off of his balls, as he hit her womb and pushed it deeper inside her. Not as tiny as the other two shortstacks, Fenella was still a dwarf. The only way a stout species such as her could take his length and girth was to evolve with it in mind. Slutstud had given the species the necessary nudge there as well.

Fenella's pussy trembled around him. Not just from the spasms her own body went through, but also from the struggles Ysera went through to remain standing. "Mashtah's thick cooooock, it feels even laaargeeerrrr," the Dream Slave shouted, feeling his dick inside her as if she had Fenella's tight little cunt.

The immersion of these feelings was only intensified once Anduin got moving. Each time his mighty thrusts hit Fenella's swollen sex, Ysera felt the same impact hit her from behind. She screamed for two, which was fully necessary to satisfy her Master's lust for their voices, as he moved his hand from Fenella's tit to her throat.

The empress was an absolute mess. Her braids were unravelling, her hair, face and cleavage covered in a thick helping of cum, saliva was drooling from her wide open mouth and her eyes were rolled up in their sockets. Her hands kept holding onto the horns, her legs remained locked, but otherwise her body was ravaged with spasms, sending her between extremes of deeply relaxed and every fibre of her being tensing up.

Her tits swayed with every impact. They were so sensitive, them slapping against each other, the nipples cutting through the air, those shared sensations catapulted her orgasm into mind-breaking territory. Even through the ecstatic haze of asphyxiation, she tried to profess her love for her Master. All that came out were throaty moans.

Faster and faster, Anduin fucked her, until the beat and volume of the slapping impact were the drum to which all sex slaves in the court served their lesser masters. Cumdumps and dominants alike were inspired by his presence, awestruck by his might and stamina. Even the High King, however, had his limits.

Squeezing her throat, slapping her tits, fucking her with all he had, he plunged into her three more times and then stopped. Fenella's spine curved off the body of her fellow breeding slave of a wife, while she lost touch with every aspect of reality except his hot seed flowing into her. That fellow breeding slave trembled, shouting her lust at the open room with glassy eyes, remained standing even as she soiled the ground and her Master's legs with the squirting pussy juices that came unleashed with her intense climax.

Over and over they came, each orgasm spurred by another spurt of Anduin's seed. While his balls tightened, the rest of his body was completely under his control. He kept kneading Fenella's massive breasts, giving her yet more pleasure and making her cunt gush repeatedly. She would have worshipped him with all the words her perfect Master deserved, but the strong hand on her throat still kept her silent. By the time he finally removed it, her brain was as far gone as that of the other two shortstacks. Just like Baela and Fenella, she and her cum-oozing pussy were placed on the floor. The connection between the dwarf and the dragon was severed with the ease of a thought.

Anduin resumed his position behind Ysera, rubbing the head of his cock against her sopping wet cunt. With tiny circles, the Dreamslave tried to entice him to thrust into her. Just as Anduin's giant rod started to stretch out her tight pussy, he heard a squeaky, upbeat voice. "Wow, didn't think I would get to see the Green Dragon Aspect herself fucked silly first thing after I arrive. Lucky me!"

Looking up, Anduin saw the new arrival walk towards the throne. She had entered normally through the open gate and nobody had stopped her. There was had been no reason to think anything odd about her. Completely naked, the gnome seemed to fit right in with all of the other slaves. She was a gorgeous little thing, with a nice balance between sizable boobs and a round butt forming a perfect hourglass figure. Her breasts were smaller than Baela's and her butt not quite as mouth-watering as Mizzy's, but she struck the balance nicely.

Her face was that typical gnomish mixture between cute and sexy. Rounder than the average human, with a cut little nose, freckles, and dark pillowy lips that would nicely stretch around his girthy cock, Anduin couldn't help but desire her. Her white-blonde hair had been mostly confined into two braided buns, with only her bangs remaining loose and framing her face and those emerald green eyes of hers.

Anduin had seen this gnome before and knew that she was, in fact, not a gnome at all. "Chromie," he said, starting to properly fuck Ysera. There was no shame in the display and the Dreamslave had earned herself the reward.

"The one and only!" the bronze dragon responded in a chirpy tone. "Well, the one, yes, not the only if you count all the other versions of me across time, but that's a complicated mess so let's not think about it too much." Chromie finally stopped in her tracks, standing just far enough that Anduin could see all of her without Ysera's body getting in the way. "She looks very, very happy."

"I a-a-a-a-ammmmhmmm," Ysera shouted, her answer made difficult from the quick pace at which she was fucked.

Chromie bit her lower lip and looked up from the ecstatic expression of the Dreamslave and up to the man who send her in such an entranced state of pleasure with such ease. Their eyes met and Chromie immediately blushed. Anduin could practically feel the bronze dragon's wish to taste this pleasure herself.

"What brings you here?" Anduin asked instead, over the slapping sounds of his groin against Ysera's bubble butt.

"Oh, oh yes, sorry, I was distracted," Chromie quickly babbled. "Uhm, so here is the thing. I was send to confirm rumours that Ysera is back alive and well... and, well, she seems more than well." Ysera's head flew back as she screamed her orgasm at the ceiling. A drop of pussy juice dripped from Chromie's now glistening cunt. "In that case I was to invite her and you to Wyrmrest on behalf of all the other dragonflights. Alexstrasza is eager to see her sister again, as you can imagine."

Anduin nodded, he had anticipated a development like this. Him and Ysera, both of them had seen this coming. That was one of the reasons why the Dreamslave was so happy to just keep getting fucked by him. The other ones, her absolute trust in him and wanting to satiate his urges, were more important. "You didn't have to be naked to bring those messages," Anduin pointed out.

"Yeah, well," Chromie cleared her throat and wiggled around on the spot. Normally that would have been just adorable, but with her being naked and her fairly sizable breasts, especially for her tiny body, swaying and jiggling around, it was enticing to every degree. "I checked the timestreams and wondered how what you do could go and turns out that not only do you succeed in making the world the best place ever in a fair amount of them, I also get to spend something approximating eternity in boundless love and pleasure if I offer myself as your next wife." She reached down to her sex and spread the pretty pink pussy lips. "I'm still a virgin, but I'd be happy to offer my loyalty, my life and womb to the person you will most likely continue to be. I don't even have to be your wife, cocksleeve would do!"

There were no questions to be asked about that. Chromie had known what she was getting into when she had insisted on being the messenger and seeing her future Master stand among a moaning mass of gorgeous women, all of them craving his cum, pounding one of the most powerful beings Azeroth had ever seen and making her scream like a common whore, the bronze dragon had all the confirmation she needed. This was exactly what she had always wanted, but never knew she desired. The way she felt subjugated by his presence alone made her realize why she had chosen a gnome for her mortal form, when most other dragons preferred elves or humans. She had always subconsciously craved someone bigger to dominate her. Someone with the power, the will and the gentleness to make her his and love her.

"I'll grant you your wish, Chromie. You will be my eleventh wife," Anduin responded and saw a genuine smile bloom on the blonde's pretty face. With one final thrust, the High King came deep inside Ysera. He was silent, let the green-haired dragoness scream and the convulsions be all Chromie needed to see to excite her. With no hurry, he emptied every drop of the load deep inside his Dreamslave and then finally let her legs give in by rescinding any commands still in effect. Rather than go sit on his throne, he commanded the bronze dragon, "Turn around."

"Yes, Master!" she shouted, the title crossing her lips instinctively and with all the veneration Anduin could ever ask for.

"Good girl. On your knees. Face down. Present yourself," Anduin gave more command and watched her go down on the smooth stone floor. Perhaps she would have enjoyed it even more, if it hadn't been for the magical heating that kept even the ground a cosy temperature. He squatted down above her ass and drummed on the supple meat with his cock. The sexual juices stuck to her smooth skin.

Chromie kept the side of her face pressed against the stone, following his commands and also able to see what was happening. Now able to see the entire size of her Master to-be, she felt ecstatic at the prospect of having it inside her. Obviously, it would be an impossible fit, but Chromie was no stranger to masturbating with large toys. It had to be the right man in the right timeline to awaken her submissive desires.

For his part, Anduin looked at the gorgeous gnome-shaped dragon and felt nothing but gratitude that another woman was willing to subjugate herself to him and bear his children. "I will treat you with care, I assure you," he said, looking up the short curve of her elegantly formed back and to the juicy backside she was so eagerly spreading with her hands. She was hairless from the hairline down, with no exception. "Whether that means to love you or to break you," he pressed his cock against her asshole.