Who a King Must Do Ch. 53

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! The perverted sounds of her throat taking his manhood echoed. Using her like this meant her skill at blowjobs didn't matter. All she had to do was keep her mouth open and be a good, still cocksleeve. That she used her tongue to add to the sensation of fucking her face was a nice bonus.

All the way out and all the way back inside, his cock visibly made the journey down her throat again and again. Garda kept her hands behind her back, far away from her cunt, and yet orgasmed repeatedly during the process. The heat of his cock and the humiliation of her new existence worked with her slutty body to create a natural comfort hole.

Phlegm, saliva, and precum stained her beautiful features, dripped down her chin and joined the puddle of sexual fluids she and the previous Val'kyr had created. Her hair was a complete mess, partly sticking to her sweaty face, when Anduin finally had enough of her throat. "On top," he ordered her.

Garda climbed on the throne, her face still framed by his strong hands. On his command, she impaled herself on his manhood. It felt like the ultimate honour, to be allowed to sink down at her own pace. Her expression twisted into raw bliss. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes rolled upwards, and her beauty was completely put into service of the erotic display he made of her.

Once she was all the way down, Anduin did with her as he wished, fucking her pussy hard and fast from below. The previous facefucking had put him close to the edge already. Only to find her sensitive spots, did he slow down. Garda could hardly believe it when each new thrust felt better than the last. By the time his mounting orgasm announced itself, he made her climax with each ascension of his hips.

Without hesitation, he dumped his seed inside her. Each pump sent the white, hot liquid deep into her fertile cunt. Garda screamed, a certain word on her lips, but not yet getting voiced. Only after the last of his cum had filled her, the two wonderful sentences caressed her ears. "You bear my child. Let me hear your loyalty."

"Master... Master, I love you Master, I'm yours, Master," Garda gasped. "Use me whenever it is convenient for you, Master!"

"I will," Anduin promised and gave her a mild slap. It made her grin and moan. "Join the others."

"Yes, Master," Garda nodded eagerly. As she rose, she shouted once more from the aftershock triggered by his hard cock scraping over the insides of her sensitive cunt. When she was down with the others, Anduin looked at the last Val'kyr.

"Telva," he called on her. She was the most balanced of the six, not outstanding in any department yet reasonably gorgeous in all of them. Breasts, butt, and muscles were all nicely dimensioned to complement one another. On surprisingly steady wings, she flew up to him.

Anduin immediately pulled her into a kiss. The warrior woman melted the moment their lips met, turning into putty between his arms. His tongue dominated hers, his hands explored her curves. He cupped her tits, clawed at her ass and gave the cheeks a nice slap. Then Anduin pulled her over his cock and made her plunge down.

Her scream reverberated in his mouth. The final Val'kyr, like all the sluts before her, came at the moment of her deflowering. Rapidly, Anduin fucked her into a stupor. Winding between his arms, Telva tried to overcome the spasms of her body to press herself stronger against him. Her breasts spilled against his chest in all their softness, grinding left to right while the trembles continued taking hold of her.

Anduin grabbed her by the back of her head and suddenly yanked her backwards. Her upside down face, a grimace of pure ecstasy, is revealed to her five fellow servants and their leader, who is getting her dripping pussy worked by the hands of Xal'atath and K'ara. "This is what servicing me looks like," he reminded all of them, while Telva ecstatically drooled all over herself. "This is what you will be whenever I decide to fuck you. You are my women now..." he stopped for a moment, feeling the sixth impregnation of the Val'kyr moments away, "...and you will be -- forever!" With that pledge, Anduin came inside the last of the servicing Val'kyr. Telva's eyes went wide when she felt heat unlike any other flood her and mark her womb in a moment of bliss untold. She squirted all over her breeder's groin and throne. "You bear my child. Let me hear your loyalty," Anduin demanded of the last of the six.

"Mmhmmassssteeeeeeeeeerrrr!!!" That was all Telva could scream. The moment of confirmation made her cum even harder. Another wave of squirts soiled their connection. Her pledge was complete.

"Make room for your leader," Anduin grunted, as soon as the strongest spasms had passed. After an obedient nod, Telva did as she was told and took the last spot on the semi-circular steps, several layers down. "Eyir," Anduin called on the blonde woman again.

The leader of the Val'kyr only got to move after Anduin's wives distanced themselves from her dripping wet cunt. Heated, downright feverish, Eyir swayed her way towards him and dropped to her knees. The High King caressed her cheek like she was an obedient dog. She panted like a proper bitch, not uttering a single word unless she was asked to.

"You're a patient breeding sow," Anduin complimented her. "You should be bred like our servants waited -- face down ass up." His thumb hooked into her cheek, adding to her slutty, desperate look. Her tongue licked the finger, a purely instinctual response to anything of his being put in her mouth. "Understood?"

"Yesh, Mashter," Eyir slurred.

Anduin pulled his hand back and the fit woman turned around. Chest pressed against the floor and arms crossed behind her back, she did everything she could to elevate her ass as much as she could. Her asshole was still agape, her gold-tinted behind flush with delighted abuse, and the inside of her thighs drenched with the sexual fluids overflowing from her cunt.

"Beautiful," Anduin whispered, deeply enticed by the sight. He rose off the throne and squatted above her eagerly presented ass. Anticipating trembles stopped when her Master took hold of her hips. His cock aligned with her entrance. The fat head of the girthy member pressed against her folds. Then he thrust inside her. Slowly, sensually, causing her mouth to open wide. A scream left her, several seconds delayed. The claiming of her third and last virginity set off the orgasm the other two wives had held back for so long.

Anduin retained the slow speed at first. Eyir was to be one of his wives and deserved more than the pump and dump of the Val'kyr servants. Where he had picked up their sensitive spots at the side of his merciless usage of their holes, with Eyir he took his time to explore her properly.

After the wild orgasms she had when she had her face fucked and her ass claimed, the gentle and methodical penetration of her pussy felt odd to Eyir. Odd and incredible, in the same way as one would eagerly indulge in a foreign dish that greatly fit one's palette. The most important ingredient remained the same of course: her Master using her as he wished.

The gaps between her orgasms were long, their intensity drawn out. This state did not last forever. The more Anduin learned about her, the harder his plunges became. Soon her screams transformed into choppy gasps, then into loud shouts, as the smacks of his hips against her ass caused it to ripple from the impact.

Her bubble butt cushioned thrusts whose force soon matched, then exceeded, the vigour with which he had claimed her asshole. Eyir's slow and drawn-out orgasms were replaced with the steady stream of bliss once again. As much as she loved the different flavour, this felt so much more appropriate: her Master hammering her tight cunt in a race to pump her full of his seed.

Eyir didn't even notice that she had started to thrust back at him. Her magnificent backside was swinging back and forth, left to right, in a primal effort to extract his seed faster.

With no want nor need to withhold from her the only thing she truly wished for, Anduin finally reached the maximum speed of his thrusts. The clapping and Eyir's renewed screams of near total bliss overpowered the sounds of the rest of the orgy of Valarjar warriors in the room. Watching their Master fuck their leader, the six Val'kyr watched their leader in admiration of how well her body could take his might. Watching their husband fuck a new wife, Xal'atath and K'ara kissed and fingered one another, turned on immensely by his ceaseless dominance and virility.

The pleasure mounted, rising to a point from which Anduin could not return. His fingers dug into her ass. His hips rammed forwards, retreated, and rammed forwards again. His cock was fully enveloped in her massaging folds. Finally, bowed over her athletic body, watching her golden, semi-translucent wings quiver, Anduin clenched his teeth, slid inside her one last time and came.

That his cum was hot and rich in magic was clear. Eyir couldn't have guessed how hot and how rich, until it finally filled her in the most appropriate way. Her womb, made specifically to receive his seed, did so eagerly. Searing hot, his cum painted her insides white, claimed her ovum, and impregnated yet another immortal. His magic spread out further in a rush of pure pleasure, travelling outwards. The magic could have been resisted, Shadow and Light re-emphasized the lines of her previously forged form, but Eyir would never have dreamed of denying herself the absolute submission to him. The magic reached her head and it was over.

In an explosive orgasm the likes of which only he could bestow, she became his. Her life was his to use. Her powers were his to command. Her holes were his to fuck. Her womb was his to fill. There was no other purpose but service to him. She had known it when she made the suggestion. Now it was official. She screamed the one word that would direct the rest of her life. "MAAAAAAASTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"

Anduin kept his newest sex slave and wife pinned down. Over and over again, his balls tightened, rewarding his submissive cocksleeve with more and more cum. The sweet moans of his other two wives accompanied him. He looked up to his servants and, on a whim, ordered, "Cum."

And it happened.

The Val'kyr orgasmed instantly. The true force of his commands, to bestow pleasure by his will alone, had always been restricted to his marked sex slaves. Even this part of his powers had developed greatly by now. All of his cocksleeves in the room, new or well-established, squirted where they stood, celebrating the impregnation of a new woman and the increase of his power.

The last drop pumped into Eyir and Anduin pulled out. As he rose, he grabbed his twitching, temporarily mind-broken wife up by her hair. Her expression was vacant and blissful. "Master... Mas...ter..." she stammered between moans. Her eyelids fluttered, the corners of her mouth twitched in short smiles.

Anduin pulled her along, as he sat back down on his throne. Directing her towards his cock had the wanted result and she quickly started bobbing her head in his lap. He'd decided he would train her to be another blowjob slut. She seemed to have the inclination for it.

And he greatly looked forward to having those golden lips stretched around his cock every day for the rest of eternity.