Who a King Must Do Ch. 56

The court continued for two hours. People stepped forth, presented their problems to Anduin, and had them solved within five minutes. All the while the High King let his cock be worshipped by the various slaves. As long as the High King had talking to do, services with mouth, hands and tits were all he wanted to receive. Once the row of subjects had been dissolved, however, the High King had no reason to hold back anymore.

Tess Greymane, the brunette 9 th wife of Anduin, gasped in anticipation when her mouth was pulled off his cock. "What're you going to do to me, Master?" she asked, daring him to do anything to her body that it was capable of taking. The hard, wordless stare he gave her in response made her heart beat faster, while he dragged her to her feet. The pull on her scalp was delectably painful.

Magical machinations hummed under the throne, and a segment of its padded floor began to rise. It reached the height of Anduin's hips and he turned the masochistic slut of a princess around to bend her over that hovering segment of floor. Coated in the love juices of all the women that had squirmed on the floor recently, contact with the leather immediately made Tess' decently sized breasts sticky.

Her toes barely connected with the ground, her cunt elevated to the level perfect for Anduin to thrust forwards. Cunt and thighs already glistening after hours of anticipation, Tess screamed in delight when her dominant husband slipped his saliva-covered cock into her breeding hole. "Yes!" she yelled. "Fuck my worthless little pussy!"

Anduin bowed over her, his groin pushing against her soft ass. "Don't insult yourself," he warned her, grabbing her throat from behind. "You would be insulting your Master's property."

Tess let out delighted giggles. It was exactly the kind of response she wanted to hear. Especially while his girthy cock stretched out her eager little cunt. "Yes, I'm your property," she gasped. "Treat me as rough as you desire. I can't live without you or your cock!"

"Of course, you can't, one of my breeding sows is what you are." Smacking her backside, Anduin got a loud squeal of excitement from the dark-haired masochist. Fully inside her, his slick cock was surrounded by twitching walls. Every day he filled her spasming holes and every day he found them to have maintained their delightful tightness. "Now be a good girl and keep quiet."

Casually, truly using her as a convenient cock sleeve, Anduin thrusted in and out of her, while summoning various members of the court to ask on progress updates on some of the many projects. Tess did her best to not moan over the words spoken. Whenever she failed, the High King took her into a chokehold. The asphyxiation was more reward than punishment. Only that it came along with the knowledge that she had disappointed him kept her from moaning more on purpose.

Anduin got through three progress updates, before taking a break to fully focus on Tess. His hands came down on her ass several times, smacking her round rear until the tanned skin had a red hue. "Scream for me," he growled, when he was satisfied with the colour.

"MASHTAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRRRRRRR!" she yelled, so happy to let her venerating voice please his ears. Her pussy gushed, as she relaxed all those muscles that had needed to be tensed to keep her voice in. Her pussy squirted, as he took hold of her hips and began fucking her hard. The former casual usage was replaced with raw pounding. The hovering platform swayed back and forth, the magic getting temporarily overpowered by the sheer force behind each thrust.

Tess was entirely at his mercy, laying on this hovering platform. Her legs had pulled up, enveloping his hips as best she could while getting pounded from behind. This was how she loved to be: climaxing out of her mind, with delectable pain pulsing through her ass, all control surrendered and his giant cock hammering into her repeatedly.

Again, she squirted, her eyes rolled up and her lips contorted into an ecstatic grin, frozen mid-scream. All the air had left her body, too tense to inhale. Anduin felt her pussy twitch all around his cock. Soon he would have Tess fulfil her duty as a sex slave.

On the throne, Aclysia was making out with Modera, as they mutually masturbated each other. Tyranda and Shandris were each fingering their own cunts, unmoving from their positions of honour at Anduin's sides. Alexstrasza was kneading her tits, rubbing in the many loads Anduin had splattered over them in the past two hours.. On the floor, Baela was almost mad with desire, shackled to the throne and, as a chosen member of the lowest echelon of the harem, not allowed to touch herself without express permission.

Anduin heard all of their moans, their desperate cries for his attention. Above all, he kept his focus on Tess. Always on the one he was properly ploughing at the moment. Her spine, curved in ecstasy. Her ass, jiggling with each heavy impact. Her thighs, in whose thickness the ripples lost themselves. Her gushing cunt, red and swollen by the use he made of her.

Finally, the massage of her walls delivered him past the point of no return. He tensed his lower body, holding onto the ecstasy for as long as he could. For the first time in hours, he would cum inside a proper cunt and he would cherish every second of it. When he could hold on no longer, he thrust all the way inside her and unloaded.

A desperate inhale preceded the incredible cry of ecstasy that only Anduin could coax from women. The joy of being filled to the brim with his semen paled any other pleasure in comparison. Clear pussy juices overflowed almost continuously from her cunt, while his cock twitched inside her with each new spurt. "By the Twilight, I love owning you," Anduin growled. Somehow, Tess heard that through her ecstasy and her tongue lolled out among the gratified groans.

"Tshank you, tshank you tshank you thsnk yuaaaaauuu," the slurred chant accompanied the gradual weakening of their ecstasy. Anduin softly thrusted in and out of her, using the spasms of her cunt to get every last drop into her. When he departed, he did so with a last smack to her. "Thank you!" she cried once again.

Anduin lost no time, took half a step to the side and immediately grabbed Modera by her ponytail. The auburn-haired arch mage, returned to the prime of her youth entirely thanks to the man who had later planted her first child inside her. Leaned as much into the gesture as she could. In the past, she had worn the ponytail out of convenience during spellcasting. Now it was so her hair didn't get in the way when her throat was being used.

She was fully prepared to have him facefuck her. Instead, Anduin tossed the arch mage right next to her fellow slave. Bent over just like the queen of Gilneas, twitching limply on the love-juice covered platform, Modera's cunt was instantly used by her Master. She screamed when he penetrated her fully in one swift movement. "Thank you! Thank you for choosing my pussy to pleasure you, Massssteerrrrrrr!"

After smacking her ass hard enough that the sharp clap rivalled the volume of her cry, the High King said, "You've stayed nice and obedient ever since you first dropped to your knees to suck my cock during council meetings."

"My mouth has always been yours to use!" Modera yelled. A gush of pussy juice ran down the insides of her thighs, following another slap. "On the council and in the bedroom, I exist to please you! I obey your will and your whims!"

The meaning of those words carried much further than mere sexual submissions. In the first place, Anduin had begun his harem assembly in order to tame all of the powerful women on Azeroth. Once all that power was concentrated on and submitted to him, there would be no force left to oppose his desire for peace in this world of warcraft. Each of Anduin's directly owned sex slaves had powers personal or political that had society changing reach.

Modera was an arch mage. One of the less powerful ones (although constant contact with Anduin's blessed seed had elevated her far beyond her original powers) but an arch mage regardless. Beyond that she, like Jaina, held a seat on Dalaran's Council of Six. John was not only the sovereign over the city state that had grown onto the sprawling city of Stormwind, he also held a third of the total votes in its own governing body by virtue of his wives and slaves absolute obedience. That was just one of many positions Anduin held directly or indirectly through his status as Master. Under normal circumstances, such a multitude of offices concentrated in one man would have been deeply worrying. Anduin's virtue, however, was unquestionable.

Which was exactly why Modera had submitted in the first place and why she could so shamelessly cry while he spanked her bubble butt. Absolute trust transformed the pain into a deeply enjoyable, sharp sensation that raised her sensitivity. Anduin heard her joy in every sharp cry and felt it in every spasm of her cunt. Over and over again, he made her orgasm by hurting the submissive slut the way she loved it.

When he had punished her rear so much that even her masochism was pushed to its border, he immediately stopped. He gave her a moment to recuperate and to reposition both her and Tess. The 9 th wife of the High King was turned on her back, the High Slave Modera placed on top of her. Their breasts, both on the border between decently sized and large, squished together. Love drunk, they explored one another's body with their hands. Their lips met in loving kiss, quickly transforming into wild making out. They tasted their Master and the love they had for each other, a deep bond born from the knowledge that they had both made the correct submission of becoming sex slaves and the mothers of his heirs.

Anduin grabbed Modera's hips and started thrusting. Her moans were muffled by the ongoing kiss. Harder, he repeatedly slid in and out of her, until the act was worthy of the word fucking. The auburn-haired arch mage threw her head up, the ecstasy he brought her too much to distract from with the lips of a fellow cumdump. Tess immediately attacked the arch mage's breasts, kneading them and sucking on her pink nipples.

Ripples were sent through her butt with each thrust. Modera had a balanced figure, her ass was nice and round but not truly large. The diversity of sights pleased the perfect Master, and there was more than enough to jiggle, which was the most important. Bright red with the imprints of his hand, each time his groin smacked against her, it sent pleasure and pain up her spine. Soon he had her in a state of constant squirting.

Feeling his orgasm rapidly approach, Anduin grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back a little further, so her could see her face. Eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out of her agape mouth, her expression was almost as much of a mess as her pussy. The sticky fluids of several women, primarily hers, drew gooey strands between their sexes each time Anduin pulled back. When he pushed back in, he created another explosion of love juices.

"What do you feel?" Anduin asked.

"TSHANK YOU FOORRRR MAKING ME A SHLAAAVE!" Modera screamed her true feeling. "FOR MAKING ME A MOOOOOTHEERRRRRRRRR, MASHTAAAAAAHRRRRR!"

"Good -- slave," Anduin groaned and slammed into her one more time. A moment later, the massage of her cunt brought him over the edge and he unloaded into her gratefully awaiting cunt. The excess of Modera's ecstasy splattered over the ground and the lower body of Tess. Each spurt renewed her wordless scream, until her voice gave in. Her body followed minutes later, collapsing on top of Tess.

Anduin pulled out, causing one last intense shiver before leaving them to their aftershocks. By his will, the hovering segment of the throne's floor padding settled back down, leaving the two human cock sleeves twitching on the floor. He sat back down on his throne, in the meantime, and pulled Shandris over his lap.

The Sentinel General needed not to be given further commands, to obediently align her cunt with his cock and sink down. Stretching the tight pussy of warrior woman with his dominating dick, the High King made his sex slave scream. Her chest, glistening with sweat, dominated his field of vision. Typical of night elves, Shandris had purplish blue skin and the crowns atop her petite breasts were of a darker shade of that particular mixture. Erect, her nipples, glistening with excited sweat, made an easy target for Anduin's lips. He sucked on them, and made Shandris' face contort with bliss. The almost glaive shaped marks around her eyes, one of the many manifestations the night elves' birthmarks took, shifted in response to her broad grin. The white eyes rolled up. Her chest curved against him.

As did those of Tyrande and Alexstrasza. The High Priestess of Elune had already been at his left and only been waiting for his return to the throne, so she may message and worship him in all ways possible. The Life Slave, her body cleaned by means of tongues and magic, took Shandris' position. Her absolutely massive breasts and Tyrande's petite ones were both greatly appreciated by the High King, especially once they were raised up to his face.

While he was given a feast of female flesh, Shandris' athletic, beautiful body bounced devotedly on his cock. "Serve... I serve the Master... who has the greatest cock under Elune's light..." the Sentinel General gasped. "I want your seed. Your blessed cum, that breeeeead me... fill my barely worthy cunt again, my Master!"

"You just can't wait, can you?" Anduin chuckled, stopping in his indulgences of the women. They shifted gears immediately, from presenting their chests to pressing them against him. Loving hands massaged his neck and chest, while he grabbed Shandris' hips with both hands and pulled her down. The forceful impale made her climax instantly.

"YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSHHHHHH!" she screamed. "I NEEEED YOUR CUM, I'M FILLED WITH JOOOOY WHEN YOU USE MY SLAVE CUUUUUUNT!!!"

"Your greatest joy is when I cum inside you?"

"WHEN YOU BREED ME! WHEN YOU BREED ME, THAT'S MY GREATEST JOY! WHEN YOU FILLLL MEEEE UUUUUUP, IT COMES CLOOOOOOSEEEE-" Her orgasmic cry suddenly ended, as a snap of Anduin's fingers reached her ears. Connected to the gesture was a simple yet incredibly potent command: for her body to feel no sexual pleasure whatsoever.

"Prove it," the High King ordered.

"Yes, Master!" Shandris responded, her voice now completely under control and no less eager. Despite the complete suppression of her physical ecstasy, her mind beamed with happiness as she resumed her obedient bouncing on his lap. She smiled with the joy of a truly content woman, when Anduin groaned from the pleasure. All her own bliss, it was subservient to serving him, the pleasure of the flesh far inferior to the pleasure of the mind.

Her breathing was accelerated, from the physical exhaustion of riding him at a proper pace and the psychological excitement that persisted. The man she loved from the bottom of her heart was enjoying her wet twat. She gyrated her hips during her constant up and down. In a way, she appreciated the lack of pleasure. It let her concentrate on serving to the best of her ability, not just with the instincts ingrained in her after over a year of blissful sexual slavery.

Anduin noted all of this positively. He did not often fully suppress the pleasure of his partners, he enjoyed watching them cum their brains out too much. Sometimes, however, it was pleasant to have the reassurance that they served him out of love and devotion, not because he was breaking their minds with pleasure. "I'm close," he groaned.

"If it pleases you, fill your slave's womb," the Sentinel General pleaded like a good submissive. Her pace accelerated further. She panted now, so incredibly eager to receive his seed.

"It does please me," Anduin groaned and unloaded.

"Ah!" Shandris moaned, as the semen spurted into her cunt. She smashed down, so every strand past the first filled her womb as quickly as possible. Even the blessed cum was not capable of making her cum. She did not need it. All she felt at that moment was complete spiritual fulfilment, a satisfaction equal to having one's life work come to fruition.

Anduin beheld her deeply content expression for several seconds. Then he snapped his fingers again. Her mouth opened wide, her entire body froze. A moment of shock, during which she could not quite comprehend what was hitting her. Then the rush of all the orgasms she had been 'denied' during the past few minutes became unleashed at the same time.

Screaming until her lungs were empty, Shandris squirted clear pussy juices all over the centre of the throne. Silver glowing eyes rolled up part her fluttering eyelids, she was once again the picture of the sexual ecstasy commonly affiliated with Anduin's harem. Underneath that outer display of mindless lust was the continuous glee at the creampied state of her cunt. The orgasmic writhing of her pussy was enough to prolong Anduin's own orgasm and he pumped several more strands of thick semen into the cum-addict.

"Thank you for every drop, Master..." Shandris whispered, when she began to calm down. She found his eyes and asked. "Do you wish me to make room for the next slut to receive their blessing?"

"Yes," Anduin responded, but did not let her go before pressing a kiss on her lips. "You're a natural sex slave, an exemplar of all the night elves."

"I... thank you, Master, but the true exemplar is the first High Slave."

"Hmm," Anduin hummed and turned his gaze towards Tyrande. "Do you think you deserve such praises?"

"If it pleases you, train me until you think I do. What is true in your eyes is all that matters," the first of his sex slaves, in order not in status, responded with her eyes submissively downcast. She moaned sweetly when Anduin pinched her nipple in response.

"You're next. Stand and show me that round ass of yours," the High King demanded.

"Yes, Master!" she cried, the sound of a direct order making her loins burn with passion. Once before him, Tyrande swung her hips left to right in excitement and to entice him. It worked flawlessly, as her pink butt was the first thing he saw when Shandris rose from his cock and sat down where the High Priestess had just been.

Tyrande had a fantastic apple bottom. Beholding it for a few seconds, Anduin only moved because his body knew that he could have the cunt dripping between those presented, round cheeks whenever he wished. Why should he keep his cock unoccupied when there was a willing slut right before him, whose primary purpose in life was to take every inch of his cock into whatever hole he desired?

Or, as the High King decided that moment, whatever HOLES he desired.

A second cock grew above his regular one, pressing against Tyrande's sphincter. The need to widen her backdoor slowed what would have been a simple penetration. Slowly and steadily, he pressed into both her holes, surrounded by the duality of her tightness. The High Slave screamed in ecstasy, her legs already close to giving in. Her pussy was her preferred hole to be used but, like all haremettes, she was properly trained in terms of anal. Pushing into her backdoor was as easy as it could be. The process made her squirm and scream.

Until Anduin grabbed her throat from behind and pulled her head against him. Her spine continued to arch, while he constricted her windpipe. "Be quiet, while I wrap up court business," the High King told his cocksleeve, once fully inside her. He fucked her with fast, small movements. His cocks withdrew less than a fifth, before his hips thrust back forwards.

Tyrande obeyed. Even when Anduin loosened his grip, she only made the tiniest of noises, grunting and breathing. Her teeth were clenched, her eyes rolled up, her turquoise hair, wild on a normal day, an absolute mess after several hours of partaking in servicing him. Still, the messy mixture of saliva and his sexual fluids stained her gorgeous face.