Who a King Must Do Ch. 53

"A sex slave never stops serving unless she is allowed to," Anduin reprimanded her and clawed into her braided, blonde hair. Eyir had barely heard the words, when she suddenly experienced the terrifying bliss of having her throat used. First it was only his hands, manhandling her and using her like a cocksleeve. Then Anduin wanted even more than that and stood up, properly face-fucking her.

The High King would not have escalated the treatment had the enjoyment of the Val'kyr not been so self-evident. She screamed with bliss, her athletic form was soon covered in sweat and the sweet scent of pheromones hung in the air, released with each intense orgasm that the ravaging of her throat triggered. Eyir's first experience of sexual climax was that of a multi-orgasmic torrent. The sensation immediately seared itself into her mind. Although she still yearned to have that thick, hot rod in her pussy, she immediately and fully accepted cocksucking to be a pleasure beyond anything she had ever known.

Then Anduin suddenly stopped, the head of his cock resting on her tongue. Doing what was right, she used it to try and massage him. The High King gasped, feeling release approaching. "Swallow it all," he demanded.

The cum flooded her mouth in vast quantities and obediently she guzzled it all down. It was delicious, the second thing she had ever tasted and she didn't want the stream to ever end. Each gulp made her pussy gush more intensely than before. Anduin was greatly approving of her service, pulling her along while he fell back onto the throne.

"What a good girl," Xal'atath whispered into one ear of the Val'kyr.

"Obedience is rewarded," K'ara whispered into the other.

They continued to caress Eyir's ears with sweet words, until the final drop had been milked from Anduin's shaft. Then, and only then, did he pull her off his cock. The tight seal broke with a loud, wet smack. "What am I to you now, Eyir?" he demanded to know.

"Masssshhteeeeerrrrrr," the Val'kyr responded, twitching with aftershocks.

Anduin smashed back into her throat for a second round. "Glack, glack, glack!" it echoed through the room, while he ravaged the depths of her super-sensitive mouth however he liked it. Rough and primitive as the hammering was, it did continue for a lot longer than the first usage of her eagerly offered oral hole. After fifteen minutes of careful domination, he unloaded again. Her lips were pressed against his groin, while balls and shaft twitched with each spurt of seed.

Slowly pulling her off his cock, the re-seated High King looked approvingly at the lustful grimace of his next wife. The head of his cock laid on her outstretched tongue, her every hot breath caressed his virile erection. "Do you enjoy your flesh?" he asked. "The sensation of submission?"

"I want to be used," she returned, twitching from toes to tongue. "This is.... The greatest duty... to have... to submit toooooooo...!" Her voice rose to a cry, an intense aftershock claiming her breath.

Pulling her back over his cock, just a little bit so her tongue had something to play with, he looked down to the other Val'kyr. Their panting and glassy eyes reflected the intensity of their want to be in their leader's situation. All six were still prostrated before him, staring like bitches in heat. None had started to touch themselves, despite the steady flow of pussy juice that marked the entirety of the inside of their thighs.

'Such obedience deserves to be rewarded,' Anduin thought and looked at his soon-to-be wife. "A leader must make sacrifices sometimes, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Master?" Eyir's answered was slightly confused, but she fundamentally agreed.

"And would it not be fair to give your subordinates what you most desire first, since they will be mere servants to my harem for the rest of time?"

Eyir trembled, the implication of his words being clear. Although she understood the argument, her womb begged for her to disagree and to do anything to receive his seed as soon as possible. There was, however, only one proper answer. "However you desire it, Master, so it shall be."

"Good girl," Anduin hummed and pat her head with a smile. Then he ordered her, "Stand over there," he pointed at an empty spot to his right, three steps down from the throne, "and witness as I breed your subordinates. Atha, K'ara, keep her ready for me, but do not let her cum."

"""Yes, Master,""" all three responded in unison and moved to the designated spot.

Anduin's cock twitched, exposed to the air and with no woman in immediate reach to take care of it. A truly unusual situation for the High King. Not so unusual was that he had several eager sluts at his beck and call to fix this. "Sigurd, come to me," he ordered the first of the six Val'kyr.

The ethereal wings of the Val'kyr with the biggest breasts opened and allowed her to leap all the way to Anduin in one swift motion. Immediately upon landing before his throne, she wanted to fall back to her knees, but the High King grabbed her by the hips before she could do so. Pulling her onto the throne, he made her straddle him, her soft thighs settling between him and the armrests.

Immediately, he penetrated the sopping wet virgin. Sigurd let out a blissful scream, her new body many times more sensitive than her mortal one had been. Even without that, she would have orgasmed at that moment. The wait had been too much and the size of his cock stretched her folds. Like Eyir, her pussy, nipples and lips were of a golden colour, albeit not quite as brilliant as that of their leader. Like their marble white, gold-tinted skin, their sensitive areas were a bit more modest, without losing the brilliance befitting an angel.

A person from the old order would have said that it would not befit a holy being to squirt the moment the cock deflowering her was all the way inside her. In Anduin's new world, it was only proper that a submissive served her Master with absolute ecstasy rippling through her body.

Anduin repositioned one of his hands, cupping Sigurd's left tit before sucking on the hard nipple. The not-so-gentle treatment of the golden crown made the Val'kyr cry lustfully. He gave both of her breasts ample attention. Obviously he had seen larger, few could hope to even compete with Jaina's or Fenella's massive, much less Alexstrasza's giant milk-filled jugs. Sigurd's were pretty sizable regardless, however, and that size was hypnotizing to play with. Greatest of men he may have been, but the High King was still a man, and boobs were enticing to knead at all times.

When he was temporarily sated of massaging and kissing them, he simply pressed his face in the valley between and started fucking her. Surrounded by the jiggling softness and her orgasmic cries, Anduin thrust up into her repeatedly. Sigurd tried her best to move on her own, but the spasms travelling through her were too much to retain any semblance of a rhythm. Understanding what he liked most about her and what stood out most compared to her fellow Val'kyr, Sigurd wrapped her arms around his head and kept him in the embrace of her bosom.

Accelerating his pace, Anduin fucked Sigurd hard until the blonde angel was just screams of ecstasy. Her pussy spasmed with the need for only one thing and Anduin gave it to her. Stopping balls-deep inside her tight twat, he seeded the Val'kyr. Her womb accepted his cum eagerly, getting flooded with a load so large and virile, her impregnation occurred before the final drop of seed had made it out of his cock.

Although he knew of the supernatural strength of his seed, Anduin used magic to confirm that this singular load had been enough. "You bear my child," he told the Val'kyr. "Let me hear your loyalty."

"Tshanks for breeding me, Mashtehrrr," Sigurd slurred, trembling with bliss now that she got to use this most befitting title for Anduin.

Anduin smiled at his newest servant and the mother of yet another child in the Vrynn lineage. "Stand on the lowest step," he instructed her, once the post-orgasmic shivers had waned enough that she could move again. Sigurd did as she was told. Excess semen ran down between her thighs, after she took her position. Satisfied and adoring, she stared at her Master. He called for the next of the six, "Elva!"

The Val'kyr's straight blonde hair swayed, when she rose and walked as gracefully as she could in her hot and bothered state towards the throne. The tips of the silky strands reached all the way to her butt. Like Sigurd, Elva attempted to kneel down before him, but was grabbed by the hips. Anduin turned her around and then stood up behind her, penetrating her in the process.

Threatening to give in, her legs quivered intensely, when the pleasure of having her immortal body deflowered rushed through her. The prolonged scream of pleasure turned into a short yelp, when her head was suddenly pulled back. Like he loved to do with Valeera, Anduin had bundled Elva's hair together and used it as a reign. Although the sound had ceased, the expression on the Val'kyr's face was even more ecstatic than before, teeth clenched, lips twisted into a debauched grin, and eyelids fluttering.

Anduin hammered into her cunt using her just as he had described: to get himself off. He wanted to properly confer to his future servants what exactly serving him entailed. Even in chasing his own satisfaction, his instincts as a seasoned dom drove him to find all of her weakspots. By the end, all that kept Elva standing was the strength of his grip. That reliance only turned her on more.

The pleasure rose further and further and the High King's thrusts sped up accordingly, until they hit an abrupt end. His hips shot forward in tense, janky motions, while his balls tightened and sent the impregnating load into the second of the seven women he would breed that day. His groin was marked by the clear love fluids of Elva.

"You bear my child," he repeated the phrase, while falling back onto the throne. By the hair, he pulled Elva along. Heavily breathing, she rested against his chest. "Let me hear your loyalty."

"Masterrrrrrr," she moaned. "I'm your breeding sow, foreverrrrr!"

Anduin rewarded her with a quick kiss on the mouth for her words. "Stand with your fellow Val'kyr," he ordered her and let go. "Minerva!"

The cycle was fluid now, as the third Val'kyr in the row had expected to be called upon and immediately jumped into movement. Her wings carried her to the foot of the stairs, which she hurriedly climbed. Even she tried to kneel before him. Although they understood by now that Anduin had other plans, it felt like the right thing to do. They were right in that, Anduin was pleased to see their instinctually submissive behaviour.

Still, he prevented her from getting on her knees. Minerva was made to turn around and Anduin, remaining seated, marvelled at her fantastic ass. The gold-tinted marble white was shaped into two plump spheres, perfecting a pair of hips that would have been described as optimal for child-bearing in any age.

Giving that ass a smack caused a loud, ecstatic scream to echo from the viking angel's lips. A second, third, fourth, and then fifth all had the same reaction. Each consecutive slap added mounting, enjoyed pain to the more and more sensitive bottom. Minerva felt blood rush through her with an intensity she couldn't even achieve when she was a regular Vrykul.

Then Anduin claimed her, grabbing her hips with his strong hands and slamming her down on his cock before her lust-addled mind could even realize what was about to happen. For a split second, she felt nothing, her body failing to immediately fathom the massive cock that she had been effortlessly impaled on. Then the pleasure hit her like a tidal wave, curling her toes and arching her spine.

Her flushed ass looked even better when bouncing on Anduin's lap. The smooth, plump backside rippled with each impact and made for a delicious display while her screams ignited the fires of lust in everyone who heard them. With each new wave of her multi-orgasmic experience, Minerva's pitch rose until her voice finally gave in.

Soon thereafter, Anduin came inside her. Her soft booty resting on his lap and her hot insides quivering around his cock, he pulled her down one last time. Her ready womb was filled with the baby batter she so desperately wanted. Conceiving all he gave her, she fell against his chest, like Elva.

"You bear my child. Let me hear your loyalty," Anduin demanded of her like the other two before.

"Thank you for your seed, Master. I hope you breed me whenever I can be bred," Minerva swooned and was rewarded with a kiss as well.

He was only halfway through the Val'kyr servants, but Anduin still had a lingering craving to see a butt as great or better than Minerva's in his lap. Glancing over to Eyir, who was getting edged to the brink of insanity by the two proper sex slaves, he made a quick decision. "Eyir, come here."

His voice made the leader of the Val'kyr snap out of it. She was confused as to why he would call her ahead of time, but would never have doubted his will. Gooey strands pulled between her cunt and Xal'atath's mouth, when she was let go by the deities of Shadow and Light. "Yes, Master?" she asked, while attempting to kneel down.

"Turn around," Anduin ordered her before she could. "Push your ass out," the next order came. Eyir was bigger than the other Val'kyr, both in terms of height and build. Her fat ass was no exception. The rump made her athletic figure bottom heavy, something Anduin didn't mind whatsoever. While he appreciated tits in various shapes and sizes, asses looked good in a much narrower range. Although this wasn't his favourite ass he had ever looked at, the sheer size of it was incredibly enticing, especially with how its softness contrasted with her hardness. Eyir was toned, not to a degree that she lost her feminine appeal, but far more than average.

Anduin ran two fingers over her cunt and watched as Eyir's entire body, so close to climax, twitched at the mere touch. A little bit of fingering and she would have collapsed right in front of him. The High King had something even more intense in mind, smearing the slippery pussy juice all over her backdoor. While her deflowering would be delayed until the remaining three Val'kyr were bred, there was another hole that let him see her fat ass bounce in his lap.

Once he had lubricated her sphincter, Anduin grabbed her by the hips. Eyir wasn't sure what to expect, she had heard mortals copulated in this fashion, but had never understood why. Whatever doubts she had about the practice paled in comparison to the trust she had in her Master's wisdom. As soon as he started impaling her, they were blown away anyway.

Sphincter stretching, Eyir came. The orgasm only grew stronger while he slid deeper inside her, until she squirted so intensely that she soiled the metal and stone before the throne with her clear love juices. It only got messier once he was all the way inside her and began to rub her clit while thrusting up into her tight backdoor. The dual pleasure had Eyir see nothing but white lightning that danced through her field of vision.

"MASTER! MASHTAAAHHRR!!!" she screamed, her wings opening wide in excitement. The radiant light of the ethereal limbs enveloped Anduin with warmth, while he pounded her virgin asshole. Made for sex and, due to Xal'atath's deliberate influence, sex with Anduin, she took even the enormity of his cock in that hole without issue. There was nothing filthy about it either -- the hole was exclusively there to be fucked, as it was in so many other haremettes that had no need to pass food.

Knowing she could take it, Anduin fucked her giant ass as hard and fast as he could. His clit-rubbing hand transformed the squirting pussy juice into a rain of droplets. Eyir could have only loved this more if the High King put a cock in her mouth as well. Her throat felt empty without him in there.

Before long, Anduin felt his orgasm approach. Without slowing, he made her ass ripple on his lap until he could no longer hold back his release. Painting the insides of her backdoor white, he gave Eyir her third batch of cum. Only that her womb hadn't been drowned in it yet made Eyir unable to completely lose herself in the moment. If she wasn't careful, she may have passed out from the raw bliss.

"Make room," Anduin ordered her. Trembling, the Val'kyr rose off his cock. It was every bit as clean as before, covered only with the fluids of himself, his new sex slave, and lowly servants. Perfect conditions to keep impregnating the other three of the latter category. "Brunhilde!" he ordered the next.

The Val'kyr approached with a, by comparison, slow and sensual stride. As the most muscular of the six, she made a show of her toned body. Her fit femininity glistened from the sweat the heat of her anticipation had created. The golden, metallic note that tinted her pale skin doubled the effect, making her appear like an object to be marvelled at. That was all she wanted to be in his eyes as well. That and a proper, snug fit for his virile cock.

To Anduin, she was also a gorgeous woman and he adored her for her submission. He let that show openly in his eyes, when their gazes crossed. Brunhilde shivered and, like those before her, attempted to kneel down before Anduin. That she was impressive for a woman didn't change that Anduin was her physical superior. With enough force that she couldn't resist, he pulled her onto the throne and his cock.

The rippling spasms of her deflowering orgasm were especially visible in her wonderfully toned midriff. Anduin partook in the sight of her shifting form and her bouncing tits, while the submissive viking got her pussy stretched out by his massive manhood.

He wanted to show the Valarjar just how utterly he outclassed even their elites. Pulling out of Brunhilde for as long as it took to turn her around, he grabbed her by the arms and fucked her while both of them stood. Even that proved too little to satisfy his dominant mind and he soon folded up her thick thighs, carrying her as he thrust up into her eager cunt over and over again.

Brunhilde screamed extra loudly. Getting pounded like the breeding hole she had agreed to be got her off. Being watched while she was used made it so much better. While he held her between his powerful arms, she had no control over her life, and that raised her lust higher than anything else.

The hallowed halls she had worked in for so long were a debauched palace to lust and life and she was at the centre of it. One more thrust by the king -- one more time her body got pulled down to meet his advancing shaft -- then he exploded deep inside her. For all her allies to see, Brunhilde became the fourth Val'kyr to be impregnated in a single flood of the High King's potent seed.

"You bear my child. Let me hear your loyalty," Anduin demanded of her.

"This lowly servant is yours to fuck and breed whenever and wherever you wish, Master," Brunhilde said, a half-mad giggle under her words. Her entire being was filled with euphoria.

This bliss barely diminished when she was made to stand with the others. His cock had left her pussy, but his seed struck true and that knowledge was the greatest of all pleasures. Anduin looked at the remaining two Val'kyr. The one with the fairest looks was next. "Garda."

Although she attempted to approach with the same grace Brunhilde had, impatience and the burning between her legs spurred her to accelerate. Almost running up the stairs, she stopped before Anduin and dropped to her knees. He didn't stop her, instead grabbing her head the moment she was on her knees and shoved her down his cock. A surprised yelp escaped her, but she did not gag.

"You are all natural slaves," Anduin complimented, "never forgetting to try and kneel." The compliment made the virgin swoon, cock balls-deep in her sensitive throat. Her golden lips stretched gorgeously around his girthy member. Anduin wanted to mess that face up completely. Manhandling her head with both hands, he forced her to take the entire length of his cock repeatedly.