Who a King Must Do Ch. 55

Manhandling the shortstack, thrusting up against her plush ass, Anduin kept her screaming while he made his first decision of the day: which sex slaves would have the privilege of staying. His eyes darted from one to the next with each pulse of his cock. Each time his eyes lingered, the haremette posed seductively for him. It spurred him on to fill the blonde in his lap with every last drop he had to give.

The Alliance was a highly efficient machine, with a minimum of corruption and a great respect, albeit no unquestioning worship, for the various chains of commands that pulled through society. Most of the daily affairs took care of themselves, as every master was aware of their duty to the wellbeing of the wider society, they and their sex slaves existed in. However, there were still disputes and difficulties that needed to be governed.

Secondary to their position as his sex slaves, the harem of the High King still held many of the highest position in the land. This was either by their personal ability, bloodline, magical abilities, or a combination of all three. It was common for Anduin to send more than half of his harem away to take care of their affairs, while the rest stayed behind to take care of his urges. None ever lamented his choices. Serving him by keeping his kingdom operating was an honour third after bearing his children and getting fucked by him. Further, he always maintained a good mixture, so that none felt neglected by him or their work neglected by them. Typically, there was a change in who stayed halfway through the day.

"With me stay my wives Aclysia, Tess, Alexstrasza, my High Slaves Shandris, Tyrande and Modera, and my cumdump Baela," Anduin announced his selections from the three layers of his bed. "Alex, you serve me first. Tyrande, Shandris, by my sides."

""Yes, Master!"" the 7 women selected from his 27 strong harem answered swiftly. While all but one of the remaining 20 bowed respectfully. Chromie was the only one not in a state to react immediately, twitching on the cock that dominated all her senses.

"Y-yesh, Mashtahrrr," she slurred, when she had gathered the strength to rise from his manhood. By then, the chosen seven had already taken their positions around the throne. Shandris and Tyrande were to his right and left, pressing their light purple, submissive elven curves against him. While they showered his chest and neck in kisses. Aclysia, Tess and Modera were sitting further down the curved arms of the High King's throne. The latter two were next to each other, fingering one another and making out. Aclysia was on her own, on the opposite side, masturbating by not only rubbing her clit but also sucking on her fingers. On the floor, Baela hooked a chain onto her collar. Once in place, it couldn't be loosened by herself, courtesy of a magical lock. The chain connected to one of the two ends of the thrones and was connected to Anduin's will. One thought, and it shortened until she could only sit with her back pressed against the flat stone.

Alexstrasza was also on the floor, even though her position in the hierarchy entitled her to a position on the couch. This was because she knew how he wanted her to serve him. As Chromie slowly rose of the High King's cock, Alexstrasza licked up the revealed shaft. All the way up, until the bronze dragon's cunt finally let go of the massive manhood.

Quickly, Anduin picked up the spasming dragoness and placed her on the ground. "Have Baela clean you," he ordered. That registered with the orgasm-wrecked sex slave. She stumbled towards the goblin. Alexstrasza cupped her tits to engulf Anduin's manhood with their size. "Not yet," he told the eager redhead and grabbed her by the larger of her two pairs of horns.

"As you wish, Master," Alexstrasza panted, her hot breath caressing the drenched cock. Her lips swiftly took that place, joyfully tasting her Master and sucking him in deeper, once he let go of her to instead caress the slaves at his sides. Cheeks caved in, lips obscenely stretched around his girthy manhood, the Life Slave slowly pulled back up.

Chromie had reached Baela and took hold of the chained goblins black hair. Pressing her pussy into the eagerly opened mouth, the Time Slave had the excess cum lapped out of her cunt. The orgasms she experienced in the process, light compared to what the High King could do to her with words alone, helped her transition out of the pure sex slave mindset and into the one required to take care of her responsibilities.

"Find time to fuck me again later, okay, Master?" Chromie asked, when she had climaxed her way back into sanity.

"I will do with you however I please," Anduin threatened with a loving smile, while the former Dragon Queen's head bobbed hungrily in his lap. "Now go."

"Until later!" Chromie responded cheerfully and turned around. Her butt bounced while she walked away.

"Be a good cocksleeve and stay down," Anduin ordered the redhead, who swiftly took him balls-deep into her throat. Her lips stayed pressed again him, soft and moist with saliva and his sexual fluids. Holding her down physically was entirely optional. To follow an order to choke on his cock was any sex slave's honour. Her throat irregularly twitched around his manhood. As a dragon and superhuman, Alexstrasza could hold her breath for a while without issues, so Anduin raised his gaze. His hands kneaded the asses of Tyrande and Shandris, who purred and steadily caressed his form. There was nothing more interesting in the world than his body to the women of his harem -- so truly and deeply in love with him. "Genn!"

"Yes, Anduin?" the governour of Gilneas, the title of king had gone to Anduin upon his marriage to Tess, stepped forth. Nothing remained of his old appearance. He was fully rejuvenated, a man that appeared only a few years older than Anduin. His wife was equally restored, one would have been excused for mistaking her for Tess' elder sister, rather than mother. Mia Greymane followed her husband, her master, on all fours, guided by the leash that connected to her collar. Once Genn stopped before the throne she positioned herself in front of him and gleefully used her face to support his cock. It had just been in her throat and with a single gesture, Genn let her know that he wanted it back in there. Eagerly the raven-haired submissive wrapped her lips around his shaft. It was clear from which of the two Tess had gotten her own submissive indulgences.

"Is there anything of note that happened in my absence?" the High King asked, as was customary. Court was held on all days, but the High King did not attend all meetings personally. Usually, Jaina or one of his other wives governed when he was elsewhere. If none of them were available either, that burden fell on Genn, as Anduin's most trusted advisor. The past week, Anduin had toured the outer provinces and thus left the court to the Gilnean ruler.

Genn shook his head. "Nothing of note, my liege." His words were underlined by the wet sounds of his wife's blowjob. "Building projects all over Stormwind are finishing. The economy continues to ramp up exponentially. Innovations, primarily from Mizzy and Baela, ease the life of the citizens. Disease, particularly the sexual transmissible kind, has been eliminated in all but the most remote areas of our outer provinces and measures have been taken to see that through as well. Forestation of Westfall, Redridge, Duskwood, and the Deadwind's Pass are advancing rapidly. We discussed whether or not we should start a colonial effort into the Swamp of Sorrows and whether or not we should actualize some of the names."

"Now that the corruption is gone, that would be appropriate," Anduin nodded. "Very well, scribes, ready your feathers!" The voice of the High King made the chroniclers in the court straighten up and ready to write. "By my decree, I hereby declare that Duskwood shall be renamed to Tealwood and that it shall be the province of our kingdom in which the night elves can rebuild fully." He smiled at the two night elves by his side. "Their willing submission to us shall be rewarded with a new home, where they may retain their culture, architecture, and customs in all ways they please."

"I will have them built a temple to humanity's glory -- to your glory," Tyrande swooned and kissed her Master's lips.

Obviously, the elven customs had been irrevocably changed by the events of the last thirteen months, since Tyrande had submitted herself and put into motion the chain of events that ended with her orgasming from having two fingers inserted into her cunt while they made out. However, there was still much about night elves that was worthy to be retained and every people deserved a place to call home.

The local portal to the Emerald Dream would make for a good centre of a new city. Local human populations were scarce. They could be convinced to resettle to Elwynn or would take little offense to a wave of night elves migrating into the many open spaces in the area. Especially since they would remain majorly sexually submissive. Otherwise Tealwood was mostly forest, which was the natural dwelling of the night elves anyway.

"Next, I decree that Deadwind's Pass shall be renamed to Dragonflight Pass," the High King gave his next decree. "Once they have finished revitalizing and cleansing the area, the land shall belong to the dragons. The Swamp of Sorrows shall too be under the dragon's primary rule and divvied up among the flights. It shall become known as the Great Sanctum."

Alexstrasza moaned her approval, masturbating the lower half of his cock with her coiling tongue. A well-trained woman, she had done both even before he had said any of this.

"Obviously, the freedom of travel within the borders of the Alliance will remain unhindered," the High King further elaborated on his announcements. "The harmony of our many people, races and species will continue. Masters will remain masters and slaves will remain slaves. These lands are to be shaped to the preferences of their inhabitants, so that their people may have a place where they can feel truly at home." He waited for a moment and then smirked. "And so that future masters may know where to look when fancying a slave of a certain species."

The people around chuckled and applauded at the announcements. After finishing up the chronicling, the scribes began to write the official decree, which would then be distributed across the realm through courier and portal.

"You may breathe now," Anduin allowed the redhead in his lap. Only slowly, her urge to fill her lungs with fresh air barely strong enough to even compete with her wish to keep his cock inside her throat, did Alexstrasza slide up. She would have stopped with the head still surrounded by her pinkish brown lips, had he not added. "Tell me what you think of those announcements -- and use your tits to please me."

With a loud pop, his cock came free. Her slender fingers dug into her breasts once again. She yelled with pleasure. Sensitive from the various orgasms she had experienced while deepthroating him, she came instantly again when touching her massive tits. When she enveloped his hot, iron-hard rod with them, her pussy gushed.

Alexstrasza shook her tits left to right. "I'm deeply flattered, Master, but it was not necessary," she said and bit her lower lip. "Ah," she gasped, before continuing. "The portals we have to return to the sanctums in Northrend are plenty for us."

"For now, but your entire flight will be expanding rapidly, as will all the members of the Alliance," Anduin responded with a gracious smile. "Each continent should house dragon sanctums, so that you may expand the blessing of life to all corners of Azeroth."

"I'm unworthy of serving you, Lifeseeder," Alexstrasza panted, doing her best to make her service even better than usual.

"You're absolutely worthy, Life Slave," Anduin groaned, his dick getting an expert massage. The entire length of it vanished between her massive, light brown breasts. The heat of the Aspect of Life surrounded his manhood on all sides, slick with saliva, precum, and the oily sweat of the dragoness. With ferocious elegance, she shook her tits with her hands and hips, using her entire body to bring motion to the titfuck. Even held tightly, the overabundant flesh jiggled.

His orgasm rose. How could it not, confined on all sides by flesh so soft, there was nothing else like it? Alexstrasza tits, the largest tits in his harem, smooth and as firm as was possible without looking odd for their size, were beautiful in every swing. Bountiful in every second. Pleasurable with every movement she took.

Alexstrasza was unadorned of jewellery. All the gold and gems she used to wear, he had stripped off her and she hadn't wanted to wear them ever since. Only when he desired her to, did she decorate herself. Only the collar around her neck, black leather on tanned skin, needed to be worn. Only his cum should decorate her.

Knowing that he was about to unload, Alexstrasza simplified her service into a simple up and down her massive breasts. She came several times, the valley of her breasts as sensitive as her pussy. Waiting for him to finally unload.

Then he did. Cum erupted outwards between her tightly moshed boobs and settled all over her noble, ecstatically twisted features. The Life Slave covered the previously clean ground with her pussy juice, while eagerly receiving each drop of cum all over her breasts and outstretched tongue.

"Good girl," Anduin complimented, while his pleasure started to wane. It never fully vanished. Between the tits of a sex slave, he could never go limp or desensitized. "Clean me up, then let Aclysia take over." The cock-addicted demon huntress immediately stopped masturbating and slid off the throne. While Alexstrasza replaced her tits with her mouth, the High King looked to Genn, who had pumped a load into his wife in the meantime. That did not stop him from fucking her face. Few men in Stormwind became limp these days, unless they wanted to. "Something else of note?"

"Nothing, my liege," Genn stated and was then dismissed with a wave of Anduin's hand.

"The court is now in session, if you have any requests for the crown, bring them before me," the High King announced. His cock left Alexstrasza's mouth with a loud pop. While people started to form a line before the throne, Aclysia took the Life Slave's position.

"An honour to serve you, Master," the succubus-fused blood elf whispered, before worshipping his shaft with one long lick from the base to the tip. "An honour to taste my fellow slaves on your cock," she continued, her controlled tone swiftly melting to the heat of servitude. Her thin, spade-tipped tail wrapped around his leg, while she kissed and licked his manhood with increasingly wild and fast movements. "So hot," she panted, "I don't know what I would do... without you Master... I can't help myself... I need you.... I love you!"

With those words the horned elf wrapped her lips around his cock properly and begun her untamed blowjob. Aclysia had been the first of the blowjob sluts of Anduin's harem and she was always eager to prove that she knew how to use her mouth better than most. Up and down she bobbed, wanting to feel every inch of him, each time going a little bit further down. Her pink lips were a tight seal, her throat reverberated with moans, and her demonic tongue coiled around his manhood. When she had him all the way inside, she stayed, lips pressed against his groin, and softly gyrated.

Aclysia stayed slow in her pace, while the first of the High King's subjects stepped forwards. She was a dwarf woman with red hair and a blindfold around her head. Behind her was her master, guiding her. "High King Anduin," the dwarven slave spoke up. "I'm greatly thankful for the happy world you shape for lowly sluts like me. However, there is a minor issue in the way Stormwind is organized. The growing hold of Slaveforge is dedicated to those whores that'd rather serve all than a specific master. I do not wish to tread on their lifestyle, but I would like a mountain home where I can be dedicated to my one true master."

"I understand," Anduin answered affirmatively. "Slaveforge and its inhabitants are property of the citizenry, so its expansion is a matter of the kingdom. A true harem and their master would be amiss in that place." Rubbing his chin for several seconds, Anduin came to a quick conclusion. As his right hand returned to kneading Shandris' petite breasts, he answered. "North of Dalaran, north of where Northshire once was, is a valley that houses a long lake. That river shall be our border. The mountains west of the valley shall be reserved for Slaveforge's expansion. The mountains east will be in private hand, for you and those like you to stake a claim and carve a home. A project to lay a tram from Blackrock to Stormwind through that region is already underway, so it would be much appreciated if you could coordinate your efforts."

"Of course, High King!" the dwarven slave exclaimed happily. "We will do our part -- for the Alliance."

"Good. If you require any equipment, head to the Exodar."

The capital ship of the draenei had gone through quite a change since first landing in Stormwind Harbour. Female inhabitants were gradually drained, as they either joined the Cult of the Perfect Slave in the Cathedral District or were claimed by a worthy master. Many of the male inhabitants shared a similar path, although most found themselves in the role of master. This meant that, while the female draenei's scattered all over Stormwind and the surrounding areas, women of all the other races streamed back in. Still, the overall population within the Exodar had stabilized only after a worthwhile decline (many male draenei had provided to live with their harems elsewhere too). It hadn't been large from the start either. There was a massive amount of potential space, filled with advanced draenei technology, to be used.

The result was that the Exodar had been rapidly adapted to fulfil Stormwind's manufacturing needs. Crystals were powerful mana conductors and once Baela, Mizzy and Fenella had cracked how to use Slutstud generators to create magical energy, the entirety of the Exodar had become the perfect playground to start experimenting with fully automated processes. Ingenious designs of all races were erected inside the Exodar, which pumped out all kinds of refined goods at a pace unthinkable previously. The pace only increased further as the various minds cooperated and criticized one another's designs, leading to daily improvements.

Practically anything could be acquired using the industrial capacity of the Exodar. If money wasn't available, a few hours of service on the Slutstud generators would do the trick. Slaves could offer their bodies, masters their slaves or they could help a free use whore in the generator with getting off faster, increasing efficiency.

It was only a matter of time before they perfected a method by which magic could be used to generate or transmutate matter. At that point, Stormwind's industrial capacity would only be shackled to imagination, Slutstud supply, and sexual appetite. All three were in ample supply.

The dwarf bowed deeply, and was then made to fall on her knees by her master. Pulled by a leash, she followed after him on all fours -- a good and happy girl.

Aclysia used the lull between two subjects to temporarily change her strategy from cockwarming to proper blowjob. Rather than stay all the way down, she bobbed on his manhood. The previous, delighted moans of having her throat filled were replaced with the orgasmic screams of a cocksucking slut. She enjoyed giving the service for as long as she could, stopping immediately when the next person stopped before the throne.

In most aspects, she seemed like a night elf, possessing the purple skin and athletic, lean body typical of the race. Her long white hair and pointy ears further increased that image. However, her hooved legs resemvled that of a deer, transforming around the thighs to give rise to smooth thickness and a dripping wet cunt.