Who a King Must Do Ch. 55

Vereesa's slender torso curved, as she orgasmed from having her cunt stretched out. Silver-white hair stuck to her quivering, wet shoulders as she did as the woman before her and began to perform on his cock. Rather than her midriff and breasts, the reversed facing put the entire emphasis on the swing of her round butt. The water broke view a little bit. Clear and still as it was, there was no great issue, however.

Dancing was a fundamental aspect of being a good haremette. For all sex slaves, the first priority was, of course, to properly serve their Master in all direct manners. How to fuck, to remain relaxed during anal, and how to give proper head were all of the highest importance for their new task in life. After that came how to properly masturbate and dance, arts to pleasure their Master visually while he engaged with other slaves.

Consequently, all of them had taught themselves various types of dance, appropriate for the various situations. With her round butt the focus of the scene, Vereesa concentrated almost entirely on the pleasing swing of her hips. Rotating above his groin, she skilfully emphasized her ass in the various states of relaxation and motions. The firmness when she pushed backwards, the softness when she rested and only softly wiggled her behind, and the jiggle when she moved fast. Always, she looked over her shoulders to gauge her Master's reactions and to show him the ecstasy his large erection brought her. Honest, loud moans echoed from her, K'ara and Modera, the latter two her fingered while they cleaned him.

"Go wild," Anduin gave his next order, feeling his orgasm slowly mounting. Two words were all it needed for Vereesa to shift priorities from looking stimulating to getting her Master off. A wild haze of movements followed, as her elegance was entirely sacrificed. Whorish screams were pressed out of her lungs, between desperate inhales. Water splashed from her reckless riding.

Then Anduin thrust up into her and she stopped. Balls-deep inside her, he unloaded into his eight wife. "Thank you, thank you for your seeeeed!" Vereesa yelled, her mind getting flooded with pleasure just like her womb was. Further gratitude was expressed only in a mess of vocals, slurred by her outstretched tongue.

"By the Twilight..." Anduin groaned, each new pump of semen sending intense shivers up his spine. The holes of his sex slaves had all been moulded to his cock and his cock alone, cumming inside them was an exhilaration unlike any other. Eagerly, Vereesa's womb received the gift of his cum. Each and every drop.

Once his orgasm had subsided, the High King decided that he had soaked enough and moved to a part of the hot springs were a small waterfall provided the opportunity to shower. Even there, it was beneath him to clean himself. Various hands glided over his body, using magical soaps to maintain the flawless sight of their Master's body. Many cooed and inched closer, hoping they would be the one chosen to satisfy him while he stood there.

Although his eyes were closed under the stream of water, the High King knew exactly who he grabbed. Mizzy had been cleaning his legs, short as she was the gnome was perfect for such a task. There were better uses for her, however, and Anduin dragged her in front of him. Taking her head between both hands, he felt the masochistic slut's needy breaths long before her lips made contact with his cock.

The pink-haired gnome rejoiced at the opportunity. To be at perfect blowjob height, she merely needed to bow forwards. Pussy juice ran down between her jiggly thighs and her fat ass, especially in relation to her size, trembled in anticipation. Her pink lips were agape, her tongue stretched out. Anduin let out a lustful sigh when she gave his erection the first lick.

"Always a comfort hole," Anduin praised her, pulling the gnome over his cock. Effortlessly, she took him into her mouth and then into her throat. Delighted moans were the only reaction the mouth-trained slave had. Although Anduin took great pleasure in the performance of his haremettes, Mizzy's training had leaned more into the cocksleeve aspect of her status as a sex slave. Skilled a dick sucker as she was, the masochistic submissive was best used as a toy. They both enjoyed her most that way.

Tightening his grip, Anduin started violating her throat with his enormous cock. He didn't need to open his eyes to know that her expression contorted into pure ecstasy by the third thrust. Screams of bliss reverberated in his cock, while he mercilessly thrust into her mouth over and over again. The other sex slaves moaned, masturbating and sucking their fingers in an attempt to get a mild echo of the pleasure Mizzy was experiencing.

Every other penetration of the depths of her throat made Mizzy squirt. The love juices were immediately washed away by the pouring waterfall, yet kept on running down the insides of her trembling legs.

However, he pleased, he used her. His cock utterly dominated her senses and her body. A bulge in her throat showed how deep he slid. In and out, at whatever pace he wished, he fucked her face. Sometimes he kept her tight lips pressed against his groin. Sometimes he manhandled her sleeve of a body to slide up and down his entire length. Sometimes, he just held her cum-addicted head between his hands and pounded her needy face. Whatever he decided to do, Mizzy thought nothing of it. All inside her mind was bliss and certainty of being exactly where she wanted to be.

Anduin accelerated the ravaging of her throat, feeling his orgasm approach. The smacks of his groin against her pre-cum and saliva covered face were heard even above the waterfall. Knowing what was coming, Mizzy began to scream with desire. When cum began pumping into her mouth, she became silent -- totally occupied with swallowing wave after wave of cum. Her legs, her entire body, trembled. She was at the brink of collapse, swinging her big booty around in an attempt to keep balance. Anduin held her head steady and exhaled slowly while filling her stomach with his semen.

"Tshank you for ushing me," Mizzy slurred afterwards, keeping her mouth open as she spoke in case Anduin wanted to plunge back in.

"Keep being a brilliant inventor and I will keep rewarding you," Anduin told her and stepped out of the waterfall. With magic, he swiftly dried himself and his harem. The cleaning for the morning was done. Anduin dismissed his double as he passed the Val'kyr servant, leaving her twitching ecstatically on the ground. She would recover and return to her duties in her own time.

Anduin and harem relocated to his living room, where three more of the winged maids awaited them next to a fully decked out table of food. There was a chair for each of the haremettes and a sizable lounger for the High King. A man of Anduin's status did not have to feed himself unless he wanted to. Laying down on the comfortable, padded leather, he wondered who to pick next. Many of his haremettes needed to eat. They could survive off the magic pulsing through their being for a while, but the hunger would be an unpleasant sensation.

"Sigurd, Telva, Garda, you three feed me," Anduin commanded. "Sacrolash, make yourself useful. Indulge in your nature and satisfy my lust."

"With glee, Master," the blue-skinned half of the Eredar Twins purred. As a demon, eating food was a mere indulgence for her, not something her body expected. Between the taste of Stormwind's finest meats and vegetables prepared by the skilled hands of maids that had practiced obsessively this past month, and the High King's cock, the choice of what to indulge in was clear.

Between thighs that had just been rubbed clean in the bath, the eredar's pussy dripped as she walked over on her hooves, ass swinging. Sacrolash's soulbond had been dulled while her sister had been engaged with their Master in the bath and similarly so, it was practically inactive now. It would be inappropriate to share their sensations, when the perfect man had only asked for one of them to serve.

"The only cock to ever breed us," Sacrolash purred while grabbing the enormous manhood. After Mizzy's service, it had been given a proper cleaning as well. Licking the smooth, unlubricated skin, Sacrolash still faintly tasted the rest of the harem on it. This was as weak a marker as there would be on it the entire day. "It is an honour to be the first to receive your fresh cock, Master," she purred, stroking the length of it. Fresh precum oozed from the tip and spread between her fingers. Once his cock was lubricated, it would remain so until he either took another bath or went to sleep. The vast variety of sex slaves at Anduin's disposal saw it as their charge to ensure so.

"Then don't make me wait," the High King demanded, as soon as his dick was glistening. "Use your cunt to please me."

"Yes!" the demonette exclaimed eagerly and straddled his cock. With infernal desire reflecting in her eyes, the blue-skinned eredar aligned her overflowing pussy with the head of his fat cock and sunk down. Throwing her head back, she moaned loudly and sent her black hair flying.

There was no calm aesthetic of the bath to maintain here, no surface of the water she could have disturbed. Her long, demonic tongue slithered and curved through the air, as she rode her Master with the purest of bliss on her face. Rapidly rubbing her clit, she supplemented the incredible pleasure of his massive cock stretching her. Continuous climaxes were the goal, and easily achieved. She wanted to absolutely drench his cleaned cock in her sticky love juices. The aphrodisiac effects a demons fluids (an eredar's less so than a succubus') could have were negligible compared to Anduin's own insatiability.

Just being near this unparalleled libido made Sacrolash swoon. Getting to ride his cock made her pussy clench with one orgasm after another. She witnessed the man whose power and character she so deeply loved demonstrate both without lifting a finger. Power laid in every bite of food that was presented to him by women powerful enough to reclaim souls from the realm of death. Character in the strong blue eyes that demanded even more from the eredar as she bounced on his cock.

Sacrolash wanted to give more. Expertly, she enacted subtle changes in her movements to massage different areas of his massive cock with her clenching tight cunt. The orgasmic spasms travelling through every fibre of her, she channelled as best she could into primal screams of raw lust. Her body language was removed from elegance, deliberately so. Instead she fully indulged her animalistic need to fuck.

To keep upping her pace, she ended up on all fours. Her hands were on Anduin's broad chest, her distorted, ecstatic expression right before him. After swallowing a mouthful of steak, Anduin leaned forwards to taste the sweetness of a woman's lips. His hands came down on Sacrolash's ass -- hard. The sting of pain almost made her pull away from the kiss. Her spine curved. Anduin grabbed one of her goat-like horns to keep her where she was supposed to be.

The two made out. Sacrolash' short tail moved in erratic manners, while the High King's other hand grabbed her round ass. Anduin thrusted up into her. Their tongues whirled. Lovingly, the demon pressed her decently sized chest against his. Soft boobs flattened on his muscles. Hard nipples rubbed against him. Her hot breath brushed over his face. The folds of her cunt clung to his cock while he effortlessly took charge of the situation, hammering her gushing pussy.

Harder, faster, he plunged into her. His next orgasm approached, another one to fill another needy sex slave. Sacrolash could feel the impeding climax. Wanting for his seed, her body pressed even closer against his. Had she had the power to stop him, she would have fully immobilized him. The High King, however, kept savagely thrusting up into her until the moment his balls tightened.

Another womb was filled with a fresh load of his cum. Squirt soiled the leather and the ecstatic screams were silenced by the demonette's inability to inhale. The orgasmic tenseness claiming her curves was too complete to allow her lungs to relax. Tiny, perverted noises were all she could muster. Each fresh spurt of cum made her quiver. Anduin delighted in the sensations of her cunt, sticking so closely to his unrelentingly hard cock.

Anduin remained inside her and let his orgasm very slowly subside. Even after he was done, he let her twitching folds be the comforting sheathe for his cock. Playing with Sacrolash's black hair, he only thrust softly into the sex slave, while the three Val'kyr fed him until he was content. He blessed the blue-skinned demoness with a second load, before making her climb off.

"Chromie, come here," Anduin ordered, now sitting upright on the lounger. Swiftly, the bronze dragon in her semi-gnomish form jumped out of her seat and waddled over to her Master. That she was tiny hindered the sexiness of her curves just as little as the other shortstacks of Anduin's harem. Her breasts were decently sized, her ass and thighs truly thick. The blonde wore her hair open these days. Only when she went out, did her cunt go unravaged for long enough that any braids lasted for more than five minutes. A pair of winding horns served a similar aesthetic purpose as the buns had. A reptile-esque tail extended from above her plush behind.

"What way do you want me, Master? I'm ready for everything!" the High King's eleventh wife promised spreading her pussy lips and presenting her monstrously long tongue. Pussy juice and thick saliva both dripped in gooey strands.

"You'll be my walk-fuck," Anduin told her. Chromie squealed excitedly, especially when her Master grabbed her by one of her horns and pulled her closer. He turned her around and lifted her onto the lounger. Perfectly, their sexes found each other, and the demon-juice covered cock penetrated the extremely tight shortstack.

"Yeeeeeeessssshhhh," Chromie screamed, while Anduin stretched her pussy out in every direction. The tip of his cock pressed against her womb when it was only halfway in. As a dragon and a good cocksleeve, the only sensation rippling through her body at that was raw pleasure. Even if this humanoid form was her true one these days, her entire being was still seeped in magic. What was raw pleasure to goblins due to their size-queen evolution and to gnomes thanks to the Slutstud mutations was also pure bliss to her because she existed to be her Master's cumdump. Having her insides rearranged to accommodate the entirety of his size was her ecstatic honour.

The gripping tightness of shortstacks was unparalleled. Each time he penetrated them, he had to stretch them out all over again. The outline of his cock was visible in Chromie's lower abdomen. Grinning happily, she shuddered on his cock. Every moment he forced her pussy to be widened this much made her pleasure surge. Inserting his cock had obviously made her orgasm already. Just sitting on his dick brought her closer to a second one. Screaming, she was brought over the edge, and an arch of squirt rained down on the stone floor.

Anduin kept one hand on her left horn and wrapped the other around her throat. The grip made Chromie's instincts as a carriable cocksleeve kick in. Her partly transformable tail wrapped most of the way around her Master's waist, her feet hooked behind his thighs, and the cock penetrating her deeply secured her fully.

Standing up with his shortstack sex slave's ass pressed against his groin, the High King had his cocksleeve to cover his cock while he and the harem left the apartment. "You three clean," Anduin commanded, leaving them with a copy of himself, "after I reward you for your splendid cooking."

""Thank you, Master!!!"" they exclaimed in blissful union, before getting lined up on the edge of the table.

Aclysia opened the door of his quarters for him and the High King led his harem out into the hallway. Other servants were running around in the ornate walls of Stormwind Keep. None of them were surprised at the High King's display. Many were interested regardless, visibly growing wet as they passed. None could ever hope to be as drenched as Chromie, however, who was continuously dripping while Anduin fucked her.

Obviously, the fact that he was walking limited his range of movement. By taking particularly bouncy steps, bordering on jogging, he could make the short sex slave slide up and down some of his massive length. Further utilizing his grip on her head and throat to lift and drop her added more movement. Mostly, it was the massaging spasms of her glove-tight cunt that made Anduin groan with pleasure as he walked.

Because they were going a larger distance, all of the harem was allowed to walk. Even on their feet, they were slowed down by their twitching cunts. No magic was used to connect them, the sex slaves simply knew what it was like to be used like Chromie currently was. Shortstacks were the natural favourites for walking fucks, but harnesses had long been designed to, combined with Anduin's superhuman strength, allow anyone wet and willing enough to be carried and fucked at the same time. Their pussies were wet with memories of the pleasure and to always be ready to have their fertile folds filled next.

The exact distance they walked varied every day. The walls, seeped in magic, knew exactly how much Anduin wanted to stretch his legs and how long he would last. Only when Anduin felt his pleasure mount, did the massive gate of the throne room came into view. The two flesh-made deities of Stormwind, Xal'atath and K'ara, opened the door with their magical powers.

In a wave of Shadow and Light, Anduin, ball's deep inside Chromie, entered his throne room. The gate was one of two at the back, connecting the massive hall to the insides of the palace. A third one was down a corridor between rows of tables, on which nobles, wealthy merchants, majors, and other people of import were sitting. It was a wild mixture of races, even if humans made up the majority of them. Underneath the broad tables they sat on was an even more colourful mix of sex slaves. Each master and mistress was being served orally by a submissive of their own harems, the Keep's staff, or from the free-use slaves of the Cult or Slaveforge. Whichever it was, the sex slaves were steadily sucking cock and eating pussies. Certainly, women did most of the serving, but Stormwind did not discriminate against those men or women that enjoyed the typical roles reversed or even preferred their own sex.

More servants stood along the walls, dressed up in the maid outfits that were in fashion these days. Left and right of the throne, the last two Val'kyr stood, serving both as Anduin's servants and bodyguards. Other servants were there to please the whims of the court, masterless sex slaves eager to be of general use -- public servants, if one was so inclined.

In the court, it was an unwritten rule that only oral sex was allowed. People got distracted too easily from the administrating affairs when they were busy fucking sex slaves. The rule had been official at one point, but had since been loosened.

Anduin clenched down on Chromie's throat a little tighter. The desperate gasps of the multi-orgasming shortstacks were music to his ears. Yet, the tensing of his grip came primarily from the rapid rise in sensitive along his shaft. Walking towards the massive construct that was his throne, more a double-winged couch than a single seat, the High King knew his orgasm was impeding. Sheer willpower kept his steps steady and his cum from surging.

Only when Anduin sat down at the centre of his throne and felt the custom-formed leather support his back, did he let his balls tighten. Chromie screamed, her body arching against his chest, and she squirted yet again. Each spurt painted more of her insides white. An approving semi-circle of women formed in front of the throne, witnessing the incredible orgasm of the bronze dragoness.