Who a King Must Do Ch. 50

After about two minutes, she had made it all the way to the base. Victoriously, she remained down there for as long as she could, giving that same treatment of circular motions that provided pleasurable friction in the depths of her tight throat. When her breathing grew short, she slowly slid back up.

"Thank you for... the delicious treat... Master," Valtrois panted, desperate for air, once she was back up.

Anduin gave her a pleased smile, while Stellagosa, eager to prove her superiority, went back to work. Aiming at his maximum pleasure, she sucked his cock fervently, causing her cheeks to hollow in while she rapidly slid up and down his entire length in rhythmic motions. She used her entire body to support her, changing the angles of her up and down, back and forth, in an effort to bring the greatest ecstasy to her Master.

She was extremely successful and the only reason why Anduin didn't cum within the minute was that he directed the cocksucking veteran to pull back and give Valtrois another shot. Not wanting to fall behind, the arcanist copied that accelerated assault too. Anduin found respite in the time it took her to properly apply what she had seen. It didn't last long. Valtrois had already completely eliminated her gag reflex, her body and mind convinced that it was useless to have when it was in the way of satisfying the perfect man.

Barely, Anduin held on while the two switched back and forth. Each time Stellagosa utilized her vast experience, Valtrois was quick to copy it. Eventually, the arcanist even started to apply some techniques of her own preference. Strictly speaking, Stellagosa was still the better oral sex slave, but Valtrois showed all of the promise to be another fantastic mouth slut.

The time she had to train was cut short when Anduin's orgasm was finally unavoidable. The two sex slaves were sliding up and down the sides of his cock in unison, kissing while they pleasured his entire length. "Finish me off with your hands," he groaned and the two sluts obeyed immediately.

Each using one hand, they massaged him over the edge. Another explosion of cum covered Valtrois's front, this time side by side with the smaller blue dragoness. Both women had their mouths open and tongues extended, wishing to taste his seed. Their desire was fulfilled through random spurts of the thick liquid landing inside their mouths, each enough to rival the load of a regular man.

"Show me what good girls you are," Anduin demanded, after his orgasm had concluded. Valtrois glanced to Stellagosa for guidance, copying the dragoness when she pulled her tongue back in and started playing with the cum in her mouth. Immediately understanding what was happening and why, the arcanist returned the full attention of her lust-filled eyes to Anduin.

Both women swirled the white liquid visibly with their tongue. They gasped and moaned, the wonderful taste stimulating their tastebuds, their submissive desires and, in Stellagosa's case, the mark that branded them as Anduin's property. Even though she lacked that proper magical proof of slavehood and the pleasures that came with it, Valtrois could taste the intense mana. It was better than any wine she had ever tasted.

"Swallow and then get up," Anduin commanded when he was satisfied with what he had seen. Both slaves obeyed, but he had different follow ups for each of them. "Stella, you stay here with everyone else. Clean yourself and prepare. You and the rest of my harem," he looked over to the crowd of lesbian and solo engagements, all of which stopped when his dominant gaze indicated they should, "will pleasure yourself and only yourself on the bed, but do not orgasm until I allow you to after I return. Do you all understand?"

""Yes, Master!"" the entire established and marked harem answered in one voice, their cunts twitching with desire. As the first of his wives, Jaina stepped forwards. "We will ready ourselves for your return. Are we allowed to use toys, my love?"

"Only your fingers -- and stay on the edge."

"Of course, Master," Jaina submissively lowered her head, while fresh pussy juice trickled down the inside of her pale, thick thighs.

"Good. Valtrois, come with me," he made a waving gesture.

"Yes, Master," the nightborne swooned and followed immediately. That Anduin headed towards the exit door didn't bother her in the slightest. Covered in his seed head to thighs, all she felt was gratitude and excitement. Gratitude that he would present her in a state most other women only dreamt off. Excitement about being seen in this diminished state -- not as the great arcanist with millennia of experience but as a submissive following her dominant's wishes.

Walking to the room naked had turned several heads, due to her beauty, but ultimately had not been noted as overly unusual. All around were men and women, partially or completely nude, going after chores, fetching refreshments for their masters or thoroughly fucked harems. Some couples couldn't wait to get back and fucked right where they were, filling the metal hallways with debauched cries.

In that environment, even Valtrois current state was seen as perverted. Knowing this excited her more than she thought possible. She panted and kept walking, always staying two paces behind her Master. Whenever Anduin turned his head to check on her, she shuddered lustfully.

The ever-present cries in the hallways were gradually replaced with a whole orchestra of them. Deeper and deeper into the ship they went and the womanly cries got louder and louder until they rivalled the orgasmic cries Anduin's harem had produced while watching. Stopping by a large, open door, the High King stepped aside to command, "Get in there."

Eagerly, Valtrois obeyed and with three quick, long strides, intense enough to make her magnificent ass and tits jiggle, she entered the room. Inside she found what was a heaven for any exhibitionistic submissive.

Thirty stations covered the metal walls of the room, each about three square metres large and separated from one another via glass walls. Inside each of these boxes was an adjustable seat, several rods, and ropes strong enough to bind down even an elite warrior woman properly. Most of the stations were occupied by either one such woman or a lowly sex slave.

Ropes secured these women of varying species to the rods, keeping them in place while the dildo that protruded from the seat filled one of their holes, typically their cunt, with Slutstud. The exact position in which they were subjected to this wonderful treatment varied. Some had their legs strung up high, revealing their holes eagerly to anyone around, some were packed tightly into a bundle of squirming, eager flesh, others were barely contained at all, able to move freely as they bounced on the dildo. A few of them had toys beyond the ropes and the dildo applied to them, like blindfolds, gags and buttplugs. All of this depended on the will of the master that had put them there and whether or not the dom wished to fucked them while they went after their work. The majority of the women were getting fucked by one, sometimes two, men who used whatever holes were not used to ensure the flow of Slutstud.

"This is the engine room," Anduin explained and gave Valtrois a hard slap on the ass. Ecstatically, she screamed, overpowering the other moans in the room for one second. "The sexual satisfaction of the women consumes the aphrodisiac in their system, which keeps it flowing and powers the ships movement. Here, I can make you useful to reach your people as you become mine." He gave her a soft shove and the arcanist understood, starting to walk towards one of the unoccupied stations.

It had recently been cleaned. Servants made sure that each station was practically sterile between uses. They were sex slaves of a voyeuristic passion, who were assigned to this duty by their masters to be turned on to a mindless degree by the end of their shift. Many of these made up the couples who fucked in the hallways, unable to wait until they got back to their quarters.

"Put the dildo up your ass," Anduin demanded, once they were inside their station.

Already lubricated and loosened, the arcanist had an easy time sliding down on the rubber object. It couldn't compete with the High King's size. Once it was fully inside her, Valtrois felt the liquid Slutstud pump into her. It was a steady stream of heat that spread outwards from her backdoor and all through her body, heightening her sensitivity with each passing second.

Anduin grabbing her wrist was enough to make the blue-skinned beauty moan, her skin almost as sensitive as her nipples would usually be. One limb at a time, he manhandled the willing nightborne into the position he desired. Ankles were tied to a metal pole behind her head, wrists held by ropes on either side of her bubble butt, the seat adjusted so she had an additional platform supporting her back and so that her cunt was almost on the height of his cock.

The High King loved this position. Her fat, blue ass was on complete display, the flexibility of her body utilized to its full potential, and her soft tits squished between her confined limbs. Both of her holes were easy to access in this position, even if the backdoor was still filled by the curved dildo. Anduin had no intention of using that hole again anyway, not in this session.

A handlebar above the confined nightborne was perfectly positioned for Anduin to hold onto with his left as he leaned forwards. With the other hand, he grabbed his cock and slapped it against the puffed-up pussy. Valtrois writhed inside her confinements and gooey strands of fresh pussy juice drew out when Anduin lifted his cock back up -- to drum on her extremely sensitive cunt a couple more times.

"Beg," he commanded her.

"Fuck your newest sex slave, Master!" Valtrois cried, no pride in her voice, only the deep-seated wish to submit to this singly worthy man. "Make me yours completely! Brand me! Breed me! Fuck me! It's all yours to decide how you use me." Transitioning to grinding his cock between her swollen pussy lips, Anduin made her all the more desperate and ecstatic. "Yes, yes, yes, slide into my tight cunt! I want to be yours -- only yours -- forever! Please fuck me. Please, please, please breed me!"

"Slave or wife?" Anduin asked the final question.

"Wife!" Valtrois screamed wantonly. "Let me serve you as your wife, Master! I will be your fucktoy and I will help you govern this paradise you are creating -- have created!" The amount of Slutstud in her system was reaching saturation. One little movement of his cock set off an orgasm that did not end while he stayed in contact with her. "Shlave wiiifeeee... I want to bee you shlaaaave wiffeeeee... a sheeeeex toy... breedable... submisshhhhive to you... Mashtttaaaaahhhhh!"

Anduin reached into the air next to him and pulled out a leather collar. It was black and of expert craftsmanship, oiled, softened and smoothened with great care. Such collars were worn by all of his harem and the golden tag that was attached to the front signalled the status she would have in it. Iron was for the slaves, silver for the high slaves, and gold for the wives. There were some exceptions to this, as the metal also correlated with the level of the bed the women were allowed on.

"You will receive your ceremony and the personalized tag once we are back home," Anduin swore, putting the collar around the nightborne's slender neck. The blank tag contrasted starkly with the deeply fulfilled, loving and lustful expression on Valtrois' face.

"Thank you, Master," she swooned, in her last moment of clarity.

Then Anduin angled his cock and pushed inside her.

First came the psychological relief. A moment of understanding that she was truly getting accepted as his newest breeding slave. Then the advancing cock penetrated her outer folds and pushed deeper, sending intense waves of pleasure through her body. Ropes and metal tensed and stretched, as the rapidly panting Valtrois began to writhe as much as her tight bundling allowed.

Anduin groaned, the folds of the arcanist's pussy gripping him tightly. She hadn't fucked any man, and certainly none of his size, in over a thousand years, leaving her almost as difficult to penetrate as a virgin. That she was anticipating his cock so eagerly and dripping wet made it considerably easier to overcome this factor, which an was obstacle and blessing in equal measure.

The last few centimetres, he plunged in with a powerful thrust. That little bit of stimulation of her clit was enough to set the mindlessly horny, aphrodisiac filled, joyfully dominated woman off. She opened her mouth wide, but barely any sounds escaped her, while she had the most intense orgasm of her life. Hot, massive cock in one hole, dildo in the other, completely confined, she squirted all over their joined sexes.

The orgasm burned away a chunk of the Slutstud in her system. A fresh load of the drug pumped into her backdoor, being immediately absorbed and bringing her right back to the edge of ecstatic insanity. Anduin reached down and roughly grabbed her left tit. Contact of skin to skin alone made her gasp. When he pinched her nipple and pulled, she almost came again and shouted blissfully.

When her perfect Master began to fuck her, her eyes rolled up in her skull.

What had been the most intense orgasm of her life a moment ago was quickly turned into the mere beginning of an entire series of thought-annihilating debauchery. Anduin played with her tits, slapped her ass, thighs, and sometimes her face. He watched her helplessly and magnificently bounce in her desired bondage. The delectably soft part of her body never stopped rippling. Not the ass that cushioned his every thrust and certainly not her decently large tits. Back and forth the nipple swayed, squeezed between her tied up legs. Toes and fingers were clenched, the rest of her muscles spasmed.

Anduin gave her no chance but to take every hard thrust. No choice but to be fucked out of her mind, endlessly convulse around his hot meat rod. Valtrois had surrendered -- had wanted to surrender -- all of her to him. To be his, his wife, his servant, his lover, his partner, and the mother of his children, she had eagerly put all she was in his service. The High King would do all it took to be worthy of being her husband, her master, her lover, her partner, and the father of her children and it all started with making that last relationship a reality.

"I'm cumming," he groaned.

Those words cut through haze of lust. "YES!" Valtrois screamed, eagerly raising her ass as much as the position allowed. "BREED ME! BREED ME, BREED ME, BREED ME, BREED ME!" Her screams overpowered all others in the engine room. Being with the High King was a pleasure unreachable by any mortal man. Being about to be impregnated by him rose that by an order of magnitude. Being actually bred, that was a moment of bliss in its entirely own category.

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR!!!"

The final scream accompanied Anduin, plunged balls deep into her, unloading one of his thick, virile and large loads into the depths of her awaiting cunt. It flooded her womb in its quantity. In an instant, the High King succeeded in what no normal man could even hope to attempt: impregnate Valtrois.

First came the psychological bliss. A moment of understanding that she was truly going to be a mother. The mother of her Master's child, now for the first time and many times more through eternity. Then the magic imbued in his cum began to flood outwards from her conquered womb. Light cured all the tiny ailments she didn't even know she had, while Shadow did what she had bargained for and seared its way into her body with boundless bliss. It crept down her legs, up her midriff, tingled in her chest, travelled down her arms and finally reached her head. The dark lines of Anduin's crest burned itself into her as a mark of ownership.

The climax hit her so hard, she forgot who she was for over a minute. There were only two aspects of her that she could cling onto during that time. The physical pleasure she experienced: raw, intense, all-encompassing, eliminating all of her senses. The certainty of motherhood she had: deep, fulfilling, underlying, making the future a place towards which she gladly marched, all other terrors put aside.

The High King remained still, let the contracting quim massage every last drop from his shaft. Gazing down at his newest sex slave in her moment of greatest bliss, he was fulfilled. Valtrois' face sported a massive, lewd grin, her eyes partly vanished behind fluttering eyelids, her chest rose and fell in desperate attempts to gain oxygen and the debauched giggles and screams that marked her blissful afterglow. Her body was covered in sweat, giving her a deeply attractive sheen.

"Welcome to my harem, Valtrois," he greeted her, when she began to breathe calmly.

"My heaven, Master," she panted back.

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