Who a King Must Do Ch. 52

There was some, but ultimately no lengthy discussion about the fate of Suramar. Thalyssra revealed to her people her and Valtrois' personal choice to submit and with it delivered the announcement that they had to make the call whether they wanted to be with the Alliance or remain on their own. The Nightwell was restored, improved even. The power present in those ancient waters was now completely self-sustaining. By Stellagosa's design and Anduin's request, it hadn't taken in any perverted qualities either. It was, by every measure, a pure font of power.

That served as a foundation of trust for the nightborn to make their decision from. Most were happy to follow Thalyssra, trusting that the woman that had removed the previous tyrants wouldn't deliver them to another one. Those that had doubts and those that were heckling, Anduin took on a tour of Stormwind. Afterwards, any inhibitions were dispersed. Suramar was turned into a monarchy, Valtrois (because Thalyssra wanted to remain with a slave title) declared queen and then married to Anduin, who was granted the title by proxy.

Afterwards, the first point of order was what to do with Suramar itself. It was certainly a possibility to move the entire city to Stormwind, adding the massive elven city to the Alliance's capital like Dalaran and the Exodar had been. The Nightwell had all the power required for such an undertaking and they had the arcane know-how. However, the strategic position of Suramar was too important to relinquish.

The Broken Isles were, as the name implied, incredibly difficult terrain. Mountains and crags dominated the landscape and what there was in terms of relatively flat terrain was typically steeped in magical energies of the malevolent variety. There were undead, straggling demons, twisted mutations of the Nightmare, and wildlife several times more dangerous than most other places in Azeroth. Suramar wasn't just the only city of notable size in that entire mess, it was the only place on the entire archipelago such a city could even be erected at, without extensive terraforming. Even that was only because the city was a pocket of land that had been shielded from the devastating explosion of the Well of Eternity that had created the island in the first place.

Whoever controlled Suramar controlled the only place from which sizable operations could be launched. Any attempts by the Horde or other third parties to land on the Broken Isles would have to stay modest in size due to the lack of harbours and campsites. Essentially, the entire archipelago was a natural fortress in the water.

That fortress had many things to offer, making it valuable to hold onto. On the island itself was a wealth of historical landmarks. The Tomb of Sargeras, the Eye of Aszhara, several Burning Legion camps, Black Rook Hold, the Temple of Elune, the Dreamgrove, and Aggramar's Vault, to name only the most prominent. Each of them was a site of extreme magical, cultural, or historical importance. The demonically infested places would usually have been a problem, but with the Eredar, succubi and other sexual demons integrated, the Alliance had the means to use them to their advantage.

Then there was the strategic placement of the Broken Isles, which could not be understated. They were west of Kul'Tiras, about as far from the sea kingdom as the sea kingdom was from the Eastern Kingdoms. Had Suramar fallen into the Horde's hands, it would have been the perfect staging ground for a naval invasion of Kul'Tiras, which in turn would have totally crippled the Alliance's capability to act on the high seas. That would have been before the current ships of metal and Slutstud engines took to the water, of course, but it would have been a concern.

Now that the Alliance held the island, it shortened the distance between their closest military-grade harbour and the east coast of Kalimdor by about a fifth. Any day shaved off on an assault on Orgrimmar was of immense value. Additionally, the Alliance now sat right at the Zandalari's doorstep. The last great troll empire had been considering joining the Horde. Such negotiations had slowed when it was Anduin who personally defeated the greatest threat to their civilization, the old god G'huun. Even if the Alliance and Zandalar had no close ties, anyone with a shred of honour would have skipped out on joining the enemy of one's saviour.

What honour delayed, realism fully shattered. It would have been beyond foolish for the Zandalari to join the Horde, whose navy would need to sail about five times the distance that the Alliance now needed to attack. Aligning themselves against the Alliance would have spelled the end of the Zandalari empire.

The Broken Isles also put the Alliance much closer to both Northrend and Pandaria. Both were important. Courtesy of the enslavement of the dragons, the Alliance already de-facto controlled most of the northern continent. The Dragonwastes, appropriately named because they held the various Sanctums of the Dragonflights, let Anduin project influence on the rest of the continent whenever he wished. That they had a greater supply line than before only aided further expeditions. Pandaria was fundamentally neutral and Anduin was fine with keeping it that way. The Broken Isles would make trade a little bit easier.

All in all, this additional navy pitstop broadened their sphere of influence. Such expansions, bit by bit, drove the Horde out of its position as the Alliance's rival. Without a single further engagement, the Alliance could end the current duality of world powers and ascend to the status of true hegemon. Sylvanas would have no choice but to surrender and then Azeroth would be united under one Alliance, led by one man.

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That one man, Anduin Llane Wrynn, was staring at Ysera's ass. Of all the fantastic angles and poses it could be looked at, the High King thought that the doggy style position made it look the best. Light purple skin stretched smoothly over the twin spheres of the dragoness' backside. Her ass was raised high, her head kept low, her body on all fours, and her expression one of intense bliss as she rocked back and forth, her Master's cock vanishing balls deep inside her tight cunt with each swing.

They were at the centre of the large bed that had been brought into the largest apartment in Suramar's Palace. While the building couldn't compare to what Stormwind Keep had become after its fusion with Karazhan, it was easily among the most fantastic palaces in all of Azeroth. Marble white walls and arcane luxuries were a fitting environment to bed the High King's many queens and sex slaves.

His tenth wife screamed, while Anduin hammered against her jiggling ass. Louder even, she shouted when he delivered a hefty smack to that deliciously large rump of hers. "Lifeseeder! Master!" the Dream Slave exclaimed, while her cunt tightened around his girthy rod. Her head flew back. Suddenly, she turned quiet, orgasmic spasms pressing the air out of her lungs.

Anduin ceased thrusting, to let Ysera ride out her orgasm. In the pause, he repositioned himself, no longer kneeling behind her fantastic ass but squatting above it. Grabbing both horns of hers as his handles, he prepared himself to pound her even harder. Something that, after a little more waiting, he mercilessly did.

Spine curved between her raised ass and manhandled head, Ysera was at the mercy of her Master. Gushes of pussy juice created a growing wet spot on the sheet between her trembling legs. "Yes, yes, yes, yeeee-e-e-eeeesssss!" she could only moan, getting fucked exactly like she wanted. "Use your seedbed, Master!"

With a grunt and a final thrust, the High King unloaded inside her. A loud scream testified Ysera's ecstasy, as her insides got their daily marking. Each spurt had Anduin's lower body contract. Her folds massaged the entirety of his erection, the pussy that had been shaped to be perfect for his and only his cock pressuring all of the most sensitive areas with each spasm.

One load spent and many more to spread between his harem, Anduin pulled out of Ysera. He gave her eagerly presented ass a goodbye slap. "Aaah," she moaned, while globs of semen oozed from her twitching cunt.

"Head back to Stormwind, once you're ready," Anduin instructed his Dream Slave. Their business with Suramar had concluded, but he wasn't quite done on the Broken Isles yet. What he did next, he wanted to do alone, however. The rest of his harem was needed back home, to continue the improvements made to the city and administer the expansion of the Alliance. The High King's sex slaves were the world's foremost minds in whatever area they specialized in. Factually speaking, they were more useful concentrating on their expertise than they were as cocksleeves -- but that was a lot more fun for all of them. Plus, properly trained as they were, they required their Master's touch frequently to function as anything more than horny messes.

"Yes, Master," Ysera moaned, the afterglow making her writhe in the sheets.

Anduin, in the meantime, was already getting served by another one of his wives. Vereesa had her lips wrapped around his cock and was slowly sliding downwards, savouring the mixture of Anduin's and Ysera's love juices. Grabbing a fistful of her silver hair, the High King proceeded to manhandle the tanned high elf. The loss of control only made her moan harder. Anduin fucked her face for a little while, staining her beauty with an expanding mess of saliva, phlegm and precum. Gooey strands drew between his crotch and her brown lips.

Swiftly, he pulled out of her mouth and forced her on her back. His hand wandered to her throat, closing her windpipe before thrusting into her cunt. Her mouth opened to voice a scream that never made it past the pressure of her Master's grip. Her legs closed around his hips, while he fucked her hard and fast to completion. Watching the tanned, athletic elf squirm under him was always a special treat and he couldn't await the day she birthed him one of his heirs. She would take care of their child as much as she did of her current children, there was no doubt about that. Vereesa balanced her obligations as a mother and a wife perfectly. Once she headed back, she would go look after her twins and help Jaina take care of young Varian.

Anduin would do these things themselves once he returned to Stormwind. They weren't his, but he liked the twins and the promise he had made to look after them was one he intended to keep. That their mother had found a new love in life shouldn't reflect negatively on their upbringing. Quite the contrary.

However, for now the perfect Master had his harem to concentrate on, not the affairs outside the bedroom. Looking past the edge of the bed and to the lower ranks in his harem, he called out for the sole greenskin among them. "Baela, come here," he ordered.

"Yes, Stud!" the goblin shouted with excitement, hurriedly climbing the bed and crawling towards the fat cock she needed so intensely. Even in the few seconds that it took her to do that, Anduin's cock was tended to by another one of his wives -- Aclysia.

The demon huntress' rapid blowjob was so good that the High King decided to let her proceed despite the horny goblin that stopped before them. Baela was enticed by the show herself, staring at the expert way the first of the harem's cocksucking sluts intermingled the bobs with small rotations and tilting angles of assault. Inside her mouth, Anduin's cock was gripped by a coiling, inhuman tongue, slathering his length with oily, demonic saliva that raised his sensitivity. Gripping her horns was an act of mere decoration, Anduin had no desire to change her pace.

When he came down her throat, the eyes inside the formerly blind woman's head rolled up. Having his twitching cock deep in her throat, spurting fresh seed down her gullet, was all she wanted. Beyond her blissful expression, Anduin was treated to the sight of the large-breasted goblin feverishly masturbating to the show.

When he was done, Anduin finally did have to leverage his grip on her goat-like horns. It was impossible to get her pink lips away from his cock without some force. She would have stayed attached to him in a mindless, orgasmic haze until the lack of oxygen made her pass out. A loud wet sound accompanied the final loss of the vacuum tight seal around his shaft.

Baela approached, following an inviting gesture, and straddled Anduin's hips after he laid down. Screaming, she sank down on his erection, impaling her small body until, and well after, his cock pressed against the entrance of her womb. Goblins had never been strangers to dirty negotiation tactics and somewhere along the line, they had evolved to accommodate cocks of any size. Her organs getting squished to make room for the massive manhood only made the sizequeen squirt all over their joined sexes. Screaming, she bounced on his cock, loving every second of the experience. The giant cock stretching her, the feeling of emptiness when it was almost all the way out, and that fulfilment when he hammed back in, submitting her entire physique to his force and presence.

Anduin couldn't stand her tightness for long and this was supposed to be a series of send-off quickies anyway. Thrusting up into her, sending her large breasts into a final jiggle, he came deep inside. Baela's tongue lolled out of her mouth, while she received the large load of her perfect stud.

Immediately upon getting lifted off his manhood, Baela was beset by a demon huntress who hadn't tasted enough semen yet. While Aclysia ate out the cunt of the greenskinned shortstack, Anduin identified his next partner. Swiftly, before anyone could hinder him from moving, the High King moved off the central bed and onto the middle layer.

Tyrande's eyes sparked with gratitude, when she realized she had been picked out. Just his approach made her pussy wet enough to greet his cock. Kneeling, she helped her wetness along by working her cunt with both hands, while her open mouth presented her Master with an alternate part of her to use. "I'm all yours, Master," she gasped.

"Of course, you are," Anduin responded with the smug satisfaction of a dom. He grabbed her chin. "Cum for me."

There was no magic in these words, only a demand. Tyrande panted, her tongue pushing just slightly past her full, slightly squished lips. The possessive stare of her Master increased her lust immensely. Feverishly, her fingers moved. She had to cum quickly, to fulfil his order and to move on to whatever he wanted to do next. Every second she made him wait was a second his manhood was left unattended.

Tyrande kept massaging her clit, even while her orgasm rolled over her. Her own hands felt so inadequate compared to the rough treatment he could impose. Regardless, her pussy dripped onto the sheets, staining them with her fluids. Even in the middle of her ecstasy, she heard the next order, "Stand."

Watching her stand up on orgasm-quivering legs was a great pleasure. The occasional twitch had her sink down a bit, but ultimately, she made it. Anduin placed his hands on her firm ass and lifted the tall, athletic woman effortlessly. Instinctively, Tyrande parted her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then her dripping cunt was lowered down on his erect cock.

"Thank you, Elune!" she screamed, her words transforming into a slurry of syllables while she was skewered. "For my fate ash a sheeeex shlaaaveeeee!"

Further prayers were completely replaced with moans and the clapping of her ass against his groin. Relentlessly, the warrior-priestess bounced on his cock. Anduin stared hungrily at her tits. They were of a decent size, neither particularly large nor small, and swung continuously up and down from the sheer force of his thrusts. Her soft ass remained still by comparison, courtesy of the pair of hands clawing into her bubble butt. The bottom-heavy form of the High Priestess was incredibly satisfying to grope.

And her overflowing cunt was incredibly satisfying to fill.

Anduin continued fucking her as he came, painting every part of her folds with his virile white spunk. Again and again his balls contracted, drowning the first womb he had marked yet again. Tyrande let out a continuous scream throughout the entire orgasm. Every gasp was a praise to the goddess that had guided her people into blissful slavery.

Twitching and satisfied, Tyrande was placed on the mattress, and Anduin returned to the upper layer of the bed. There, Valeera was waiting for him, head down and ass up, her extremely long hair sprawled around her like a golden sheet. Her turned face revealed her red lips spread in a wide grin. Her hands spread her pale ass, revealing her asshole more so than her pussy. Valeera, just like the other rogue in the harem, preferred her back entrance getting hammered.

Obliging his second wife was only good manners. His cock was covered in the juices of many women and Valeera had spread the dripping nectar from her cunt to her favourite hole. Once aligned, the High King effortlessly pushed past her relaxed sphincter and into the tight depths of her back entrance. With a third of his cock inside her, he stopped for a moment to bow forwards and bundle her impressive mane in one hand. The strong, silky hair made for the perfect rein while he pushed deeper into her.

"Fuck yes," Valeera grunted, exchanging the feminine cries of the other haremettes for no less sexy savagery. "Use me, Anduin, use your anal-loving queen."

Her ass grinded against him, smearing more love juices over his groin. When he smacked her ass, a fresh gush ran down the inside of her thighs. "A badly behaved cocksleeve is what you are," he chastised her and gave the other cheek a smack. Her head thrashed, tensing her hair. Anduin rolled it around his hand once, forcing her upper body to rise from the bed.

"Someone has to give you a bit of an attitude," the blood elf continued to grin. The smile only grew lewder, when she clenched her teeth and loudly groaned at the cock slowly sliding out of her body, slender and athletic like that of a dancer.

"We'll see how much of that you can keep," he declared and started fucking her favourite hole. His hand occasionally came down on her butt, each time making it ripple in a different way than the constant thrusts did.

"I'm- your ssheeecond wife, I caaa-ahn-n take your cock... your cock... your fucking royal delicious ass-stretching cock..." Valeera tried to shake her head. Unlike her ass, which Anduin freely let her use to meet his thrusts with her own enthusiastic hip-swaying, her head couldn't move without him loosening the reins. Her whole body had to thrash, like a wild animal in front of him. "Your cock... I love thish hard cock. I love sheeeeing you dominate the shubby shlutty shlaves..." her words slurred more and more. "Cock... I loaaahve diiiiiick...."

"Whose dick?" Anduin asked and gave her behind a particularly hard slap.

"Your diiick! Ma--- Mashtaaaah's dick! Fa-ah-t, fu-ah-cucking, breeding rod! I wa-ahnt to breeaaak... I wa-aahnnt youuu to breaaaak me agaaaaaainnnn!"

That he could do for the rare sadistic one among his wives. Sadistic when handling the rest of his harem and dominant towards him when he let her ride him, it should be said, as she had been getting the proper training from the moment he first fucked her. She knew where her proper place was, she just liked to challenge her Master every now and again to give both of them that experience of her breaking down into the submissive cocksleeve that she was.

A cocksleeve and, ultimately, a cumbucket, those were the ways his women wanted to be treated when it came to sex and Anduin eagerly hammered his way to another quick orgasm. Valeera's golden eyes went wide and rolled upwards, when her constant stream of climaxes was topped by the searing heat of his seed pumping into her bowels. Anduin was balls deep inside her, his own body rigid while the intense pleasure surged with each repeating cumshot.