Who a King Must Do Ch. 53

It was not enough to hold him down. The necromantic magic strained and shattered, allowing Anduin to slash at the arrow. It had been about to strike his heart. Instead it uselessly fell to the ground, while Anduin swiftly turned and launched a bolt of twilight at the second arrow.

His magic did hit the arrow, but only enough to divert its course slightly. The arrow Nathanos had launched buried itself into the ancient metal of the titan Keeper's shoulder. Immediately, black and green tendrils began to spread outwards, but that was the smallest issue. The arrowhead, a shard from the soul-devouring blade Frostmourne, began to siphon the soul of the former Prime Designate into it. Rather than absorb it, this mere fragment served to shred the soul of the being.

Anduin wished to hurry over and heal the Keeper, but he had to slice away various additional arrows that were flying at him. Sylvanas and Nathanos were now both attempting to kill him and the shower of arrows was constant. In a flurry of motions that his old, priestly self would have been hardly capable of, he shattered every arrow coming his way. The two rangers were unequal, Nathanos' skills lagging behind those of his dark mistress. Although they attempted to fire in a steady stream, there were small gaps between their flying arrows. Gathering the magic inside him for one massive blast, he waited for the perfect opportunity to strike.

When it came, he did not hesitate. A ray of Shadow and Light burst forth from the tip of Shalamayne, launching through the portal. The magic was so fast and powerful, it incinerated the next couple of arrows before making it past the arcane gateway. Swiftly, either due to actions on the other side or the impact of the spell, the portal collapsed.

Finally, Anduin could turn to Odyn. All over the hall, the sound of snapping chains could be heard, while the Valarjar freed themselves and surged towards their leader. Anduin leapt up and ripped the arrow out of the Keeper's shoulder. Inspecting the wound left him hopeless. Healing a titanforged was difficult in the first place, but the various necromantic spells that had been weaved together in the arrowhead were continuing to tear body and soul apart even now.

"Cut it off," Odyn ordered.

Anduin exchanged a glance with the massive humanoid and simply nodded. That was the only course of action. Raising his twin blades, Anduin cleanly sliced through the shoulder in a few swings. The separated arm fell to the ground, crumbling into rust and dust on impact.

The action was sadly futile. The rot had already burned its way to the Keeper's core and kept spreading, if only at a slowed rate. "Off me, High King!" the Keeper suddenly thundered and began to rise. Anduin made a mighty leap backwards, landing in the centre of the circle of runes, where Odyn usually observed the worthy duelling one another. The undead magic that had captured them had faded and the entirety of the Halls of Valour were fazing back into Azeroth proper.

Odyn leapt after him, landing before the High King in the circle. In his hand, a massive spear manifested, shimmering with titanic enchantments. Even with one arm suddenly removed, the Keeper whirled the weapon around and kept his balance perfectly.

"Witness my end, Valarjar, and judge if this is a warrior worthy to lead you!" Odyn shouted and suddenly thrust his spear at Anduin.

With naught but sorrow in his heart, Anduin deflected the attack. If it had been up to him, he would have attempted to find a cure until the very last moment. If Odyn craved a warrior's death rather than risk the poison taking him, then the High King would give it to him, however. It was the only honourable thing to do.

The spear screeched over the ground and eventually stopped at a corner. Easily, Anduin could have swerved to the armless, open side of the lord of the Valarjar. Instead, he charged head on. The eyes of the former Prime Designate flashed, before energy rays burst out of them and clashed with the twin blades.

Anduin leapt and, although Odyn craved the warrior's death, he did not let it come easily. The energy rays were cut off, in favour of a simple and primitive manoeuvre. Before Anduin could bring down his swords on the massive humanoid's head, he was struck by a headbutt and smitten down to the ground.

Rapidly, Odyn withdrew his spear and thrust it at the High King. There was killing intent in the descending strike. Anduin blocked it with his crossed blades. A test of raw strength ensued, Odyn pressing down and the High King countering the force.

"Light and Shadow, I take your power!" Anduin pressed out between clenched teeth, feeling the duality of magical forces surge inside him and boost his already considerable physical strength. Despite his disadvantageous position, he managed to overcome the strength of the Keeper, lifting the tip of the spear until he could stand and finally knocking the massive weapon to the side.

Incandescent with energy, his weapons were the strongest source of illumination in the room, gold and purple, while he charged at the legs of the massive humanoid. Swinging them both in a wide, parallel arc, he unleashed two shockwaves that sliced through the torso of Odyn, separating legs and lower body from the rest.

The two halves fell to the ground, with the upper half falling in front of Anduin. Dropping his spear, Odyn reached out to the High King. "Impressive," he said, his voice now weak, his body brittle. "The Valarjar will serve your warrior's will. Punish the wicked... take... my key... to Ulduar..." At the final moment of his life, Odyn sent a tiny spark of energy to enter Anduin. "Well... fought...."

And thus, the titan Keeper perished.

Anduin looked with a sorry expression at the body, which gradually turned into dust. "Val'kyr, gather his remains!" he ordered his new subjects. "Valarjar, rally to me! We may yet be able to find the ones who did this!"

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The swarm of stormdrakes and Valarjar located the place from which Sylvanas had launched her assault quickly. It was atop a nearby cliffside, allowing direct viewing of the massive, titanforged structure, marked clearly by the aftermath of Anduin's retaliation. The typically short grass of the environment had grown large, blessed by the vitalizing properties of Light and the evolving properties of Shadow. Scattered all over this untypically fertile spot were the ashes of incinerated undead.

Only one being remained there, Nathanos Blightcaller, lying on his back and staring at the sky. The red of his eyes had almost entirely faded and his skin replaced with a deathly pale. He looked like someone about to bleed out, when Anduin approached him. "Where is Sylvanas?" he asked him.

"Safe," the human ranger responded in a hollow tone. "An emergency... portal, through which... she... could slip to... to get away from you."

"She left you behind," the High King observed.

"It doesn't matter... I only live... for her..."

Anduin kneeled down next to him. "Your loyalty is impressive," he admitted. "It is a shame you followed someone who did not deserve it. You would have found a just mistress in Stormwind." Those words were nothing but the truth. In another life, he would have served one of the dominant women of the Alliance well. Submissive men were rare, but not looked down upon in the social fabric Anduin had forged.

Nathanos only stared, the light in his eyes fading. Light and Shadow had combined with his unusual state of 'complete' undeath to partially restore him to proper life. This partial restoration was slipping rapidly. Anduin felt that he could have fuelled it further and secured the man's grip on this realm, but he did not deserve it. Just because Anduin acknowledged the virtue of his loyalty did not undo the sins of his actions and, unlike many of his women, the High King had no trust that the ranger would do anything to atone for his path. A second chance at life would only enable him to return to Sylvanas.

So Anduin let him pass and his body crumbled to ash. Even past that, he could have had the Val'kyr turn Nathanos into a Valarjar. They would have obeyed, but they would have loathed the idea and the execution. This was the man whose arrow had killed Odyn, after all.

No, the world was better off without Nathanos and people like him in it. His dark mistress would be shown the error of her ways by Anduin personally. Such a direct treatment couldn't be afforded to be given to everyone. The High King only cared to unite the powerful women of Azeroth in lust and love under him. The men who were willing to work along with him would do so, those that wouldn't had to die. It was a blatant double standard, Anduin knew and lived with it.

"Leave their ashes to fertilize the soil," the High King decided, "we return to the Halls of Valour."

What followed was a rapid string of events. First and foremost was putting the remains of Odyn to proper rest. A statue in his likeness was forged by the greatest smiths among the Valarjar, its hollow shape filled with the dust and ash of the lord.

The Valarjar, despite their eternal bodies, were used to death and so the funeral of their lord was executed swiftly and solemnly. Afterwards, they directly returned to their duties. In this case, those duties came in the form of Anduin's first decree -- the upgrading of all Val'kyr and Valarjar to their new bodies.

There were a total of seven Val'kyr, including Eyir. This incredibly small number was due to all of the strife during the recent Legion invasion. There had been infighting, with the Vrykul against the Valarjar, as well as numerous assaults from and against Helya, the first Val'kyr who had betrayed Odyn. Her reasons for the original betrayal had been quite understandable, but she did turn truly evil during her banishment to the afterlife and rule over her own little pocket dimension of Helheim. She had also been the origin of the curse that had kept Odyn locked away.

That fight had not only cost several dozen Val'kyr but also compromised the rites used to resupply that number. Not that enough time had passed since that the numbers could have notably restocked anyway. The Vrykul were too diminished to offer any of their women to Eyir.

Once the Val'kyr had all been turned by Xal'atath and K'ara, they in turn transformed all the Valarjar. The massive bodies of the eternal warriors were shrunk down somewhat to accommodate the rest of the mortal races. Otherwise, they remained as they were: massive men and women of peak physique in the prime of their life. As soon as the first woman was turned, the orgy began, growing with each freshly transformed Valarjar.

While the warriors gave into their lust, the Val'kyr were too busy to do anything about their own mounting lust. All of them had been virgins in life, a cultural prerequisite to partake in the trials, not actually demanded by Odyn. Eyir herself, as a construct previously unable to have sex, was obviously a virgin as well. All of them were nearly overwhelmed by the sensitivity of their bodies and the growing moans all around did not help. Naked, free of the clothes that had previously been part of their magical forms, the winged women worked until the last of the Valarjar was transformed.

Then, their leader stepped in front of Anduin, who sat on the throne that had been shrunk down for him. She gestured for her six servants to follow her. When Eyir kneeled, the other six behind her did as well. "Lord Anduin, may I present to you a suggestion?"

The High King, whose cock was getting bathed by his two goddesses' tongues, spoke loudly to overpower the orgy going on around them, "Of course, Eyir."

"Although the Valarjar are doubtlessly the greatest warriors on Azeroth and will make for splendid additions to your Alliance, I feel that us Val'kyr should aim not for good but the greatest seed to start the... breedinnngh..." She couldn't help but moan when she said that word. "Our numbers are very few and they will remain few, compared to the vast expanse of your fertile people, forever. Our honour is in our duty to our superiors and in prolonging the stay of the most worthy. This superior is now you, Lord Anduin, greatest of rulers and warriors. I suggest that my Val'kyr become your servants and I, as their leader, one of your honoured wives, to administer the Halls of Valour whenever you are too busy in your sacred duties."

Anduin looked over the Val'kyr. The transformation had revealed all of them to be incredibly womanly. All of them had blonde hair and blue eyes, with marble-white skin that had just a tinge of gold to it. Eyir was the most muscular among them, which pleased Anduin. Not only did she look like a proper leader of this group of viking women, but her appearance was also a new addition to his harem. One of this body type, he would gladly indulge in. For a set of permanent servants, however, he much preferred the hourglass curves of the other Val'kyr.

He did need to make everything clear, before he accepted such an offer.

"Your numbers will indeed be few and our daughters would be unable to serve me, what do you suggest should happen with the next generation?"

"To find all of the worthy souls, the Val'kyr will have to spread through every corner of your realm, Lord Anduin. I suggest that Val'kyr should be the... the breeding slaahv... slaves..." she gasped, the images that flashed through her head made her lust surge. The other Val'kyr behind her moaned wantonly, even less able to control themselves.

Eyir felt a sudden impulse that kneeling as they did, nobly on one knee, was improper for the suggestion she was making. Swiftly, she switched to prostrating herself, her head lowered and her ass raised. The other Val'kyr followed the example. Their wet pussies were exposed to the onlooking Valarjar, continuing their orgy even as they listened to the conversation.

"The breeding slaves of your appointed rulers, Lord Anduin!" Eyir finally managed to shout her idea. "Us, the first generation, will be your exclusive servants. Our daughters will be raised to be greatly knowledgeable and aid those that rule the provinces for you. Our numbers will always be few, let us enact our duties and serve those that lead!"

"A good plan, although I would add that none of them will ever be forced to serve rulers, just because that is what they were raised to do," Anduin spoke loudly. "A sex slave is a voluntary position and none will serve masters or mistresses they do not want."

"Of course, Lord Anduin," Eyir agreed, her eyes fixated on his cock, glistening with saliva and precum.

It vanished from sight, when K'ara leaned over and sucked it deep into her. Anduin grabbed one of her horns (short compared to many other haremettes, yet still enough to get a good grip) and guided her movements. "Let us be clear," Anduin addressed the Val'kyr, "serving me means that you surrender willingly to me all you are. Your first duty, now and forever, will be to do what I order you to. If I demand that you drop to your knees and suck my cock, you will do so. If I demand that you eat out another woman, you will do so. If I demand that you masturbate for hours on end, you will do so. You will be cocksleeves, used to satisfy whatever my desire is, whenever I desire it. Do you understand this is the path you wish to indulge in?"

"Y-ye...yessshhh," Eyir slurred, feeling her heart beat intensely and her pussy overflow at the suggestions he made. She felt so close to something, a kind of release that she had never known before. Words alone could not bring her over the edge. Not yet, anyway.

"You other Val'kyr, you understand that you would be mere servants in this scenario? Your leader would be my wife, a target of my daily affection and care. You, however, would be servants, less important even than the lowest of my marked sex slaves. You would bear my children, have sex with no man but me, and no women but one another and my harem, yet receive no preferential treatment. Your duties would be to serve me and my harem whatever we ask for, food or services, and only receive when we feel like rewarding you. At all other times, you would be asked to stay at the ready. My harem is vast, my need for secondary partners small, do you yet wish to submit yourself entirely to me? Be celibate of other men who could give you more of their time?"

""We wish it so, Lord Anduin!!"" the Val'kyr answered as one. Despite being yet untouched, the only pussies wetter than theirs were those of the two sex slaves working Anduin's manhood. K'ara let go of the large cock to give Xal'atath her turn, bobbing fervently on the rod.

"Then I accept your suggestion, Eyir," Anduin declared. "By my authority, you shall be my 14 th wife and your Val'kyr my personal servants, angelic maids, extensions of my will, and seeker of those worthy to continue their lives in perpetuity. I will call upon each of you. Once your body has tasted my seed, your pledge is complete and you will forever more address me as Master."

""Yes, Lord Anduin!"" all seven Val'kyr answered obediently.

"State your names, so I may know who to call."

"Sigurd," said the leftmost, her breasts the largest of the six, rivalling those of Xal'atath.

"Elva," said the one with the longest, silkiest hair of the six.

"Minerva," said the one with the largest ass of the six.

"Brunhilde," said the one who had the most muscular body of the six.

"Garda," said the most beautiful of the six, her face particularly pleasing.

"Telva," said the last one, her figure and beauty striking the nicest balance between all features.

All six had their advantages but, save for the breast size, Eyir outdid them all. Regardless of their leader being the one with the most gorgeous hair, the fattest ass, the most impressive shape, and the loveliest face, all of the Val'kyr were doubtlessly women of Anduin's standard.

"Eyir, come to me," he called out to the leader first, who rose to her legs. Her entire body was shaking in anticipation, while she approached the throne. Her ethereal feathers fanned out and smoothened repeatedly, like a hand that was nervously opened and clenched. Once she had made it up the steps, leaving several drops of pussy juice on the way, she stopped before the throne. "Suck my cock."

"Yes," Eyir responded with a dreamy whisper, sinking to her knees. She had never touched a manhood before. The urge to pleasure him was incredibly potent and she had watched carefully how those two well-trained sex slaves did it. Eyir put her arms behind her back. Using them was improper form, as far as she had seen. Her fit form leaned forwards, her golden lips puckered and then spread, wrapped around in a tight seal around the cock of her soon-to-be Master.

Tasting his precum and the saliva of the old goddess and the naaru made her let out a muffled shout, while she sunk deeper. She had no gag reflex, her lips and throat felt incredibly sensitive, and she wanted him deeper inside. By accident, she brushed over a sensitive part of his cock with her tongue. Hearing his groan, she attempted to mimic the accident.

"You're a natural," Anduin grunted, enjoying every second of her virgin blowjob. There was a lack of experience there. Regardless, she did exactly what he would have wanted her to do, going all the way down and then starting to bob at an accelerating pace. Her face looked perfect with a cock vanishing past her golden lips over and over again. Her screams of pleasure were intense. The body the two goddesses had made for her didn't require any food or water, it was entirely made for sex and the back of her throat was as sensitive as her clit.

Anduin realized this when the perfect performance she gave was suddenly upended by a drawn-out shout, reverberating around the cock balls-deep in her throat. Eyir had her first orgasm while sucking his cock. An enjoyable sight, to see her differently coloured eyes roll upwards. Close as the two sex slaves had already gotten him, the High King was in no mood to wait for her to calm down however.