Who a King Must Do Ch. 57

The void-touched women of all species looked wantonly after Anduin. None approached the perfect Master: One who walked with such dedication had a place to be and they had no desire to delay his arrival in the goddesses' domicile. Instead, they trained their sexual skills, read books, or exchanged information about the latest trends and developments.

Xal'atath awaited Anduin not inside but in front of her quarters. In a doorway of purple-tinted marble, rimmed by silk as thin as the magical cloth that dressed the hourglass shape of the old goddess, she kneeled and fully kowtowed when he stepped before her. "Thank you for your time, Master," she greeted him.

Pleased, Anduin said, "Stand up and show me what you found so interesting."

"Of course," she stood up, her delicious curves shifting with every movement. She turned around, her bare ass visible under the flowing, translucent fabric of her dress. A trickle of love juices ran down the inside of her greyish blue thighs. Just his presence turned her on. A mutual effect, as the semi-erect cock of the High King proved. "Follow me," she coaxed him with a smile over her shoulder. Anduin walked behind the swing of her ass.

The domicile of the old goddesses was filled with alien sights. Although she largely limited her powers to the development of good submissives and the child in her belly, she was still a manifestation of chaotic energies. A layer of magical flesh covered one of the walls, housing several dozen eggs. New Tireless were incubating inside, additional goliaths to mature into semi-sentient workers for the growing city. Insects crafted and mutated skittered over the ground, ranging from the size of a house spider to centaur-esque creatures. They curated the many experiments, like the half-alive alchemical construction that was refining Slutstud into something even more potent.

Anduin was not alarmed by any of this. What he had in the past discarded as purely malevolent displays were just another form of power. A power that could turn the good wicked, if not wielded properly, but that could also be used benevolently. The aesthetic of these things were no longer a problem, because Anduin had subdued this force completely to his heroic will. At any point, he could have taken a large step forward, ripped the dress of the source of all of this 'evil' and fucked her. She would give every last plan up to serve him.

Behind a particularly thick veil of cloth, a path was hidden that led into a circular chamber. A large altar was in the middle of it. A dryad laid on top of it, breathing heavily. Her arms and legs were tightly bound by tendrils of black magic. Her skin was of a light purple, her figure lean and athletic. She had remarkable thighs, transitioning into furred lower legs and hooves. Had it not been for those legs, she could have been mistaken for a night elf, possessing the same long ears. Her hair was green and wild. All that differentiated her from regular dryads was the purple light emitting from her eyes.

Several more dryads were present in the room. Forty-nine of them, to be exact, the total number of dryads that had followed the one that had come to court earlier that day. They were half-interred into the fleshy walls, and changed. Anduin recognized the leader of the group. Her previously white hair had become a pale red, her bust grown from petite to decently sized and her skin become a shade darked and reddish.

While they writhed, none of them did so in struggle. Dark magic was seeping into their bodies, increasing the sensitivity of their skin. Tentacles caressed them, gently brushing over their skin, flicking nipples or clit. After each probe, the dryads were injected with one of various substances, all of them possessing some kind of aphrodisiac effect. Each time, they screamed in bliss, orgasming with the knowledge that they were getting exactly, or even more, than they had desired. Their transformation was still ongoing. Their curves were getting adjusted to be more luscious, their wombs changed so their fertility could be low or absolute, depending on the old goddess' will. Their mouths and assholes were changed to become as sensitive as their cunts. Along it all, their appearances was made to match the aesthetic of the cult they so deeply wanted to belong to. The leader was the furthest along, the other forty-eight were variously closer to their original form.

The one dryad on the altar writhed and looked around feverishly. Her eyes fell on Anduin's cock, then she closed them, feeling that it wasn't her place to behold her goddesses' Master. "This one is the reason I called you." Xal'atath placed a finger between the petite breasts of the dryad and slowly trailed down. The dryad held her breath and trembled. Suddenly, her hips shot up, as she screamed out her climax. "Her soul is a chalice, waiting to be filled. She could be the link between my realm and the Emerald Dream. A new 'nightmare' -- purely submitted to your desires, Master."

"Interesting," Anduin said and bowed over the dryad. "What is your name?" he asked her.

The dryad opened up her eyes, speechless for a moment at the handsome, gentle and simultaneously demanding man above her. She swallowed his presence making her raised hips tremble. "I have no name, until the goddess bestows me with a new one," she moaned.

"An obedient slave, down to the core," Xal'atath purred, her fingers arriving between the dryad's legs. Curving into the exposed, dripping cunt, the old goddess fingered the dryad slowly. "I called you here because I deemed it in your interest to possess her personally, Master," she revealed. "The depths of blessed corruption will make her worthy of being my second in command. A true embodiment of what my cult can become through submission to the Shadow. A little darkness to add to your harem and a powerful sex slave to be controlled by your magnificence."

Anduin pondered the offer. The dryad was already adorable and by the end of the transformation, she would doubtlessly be a worthy addition to his harem. Obviously, he was always eager to introduce a worthy woman to his list of personal cocksleeves. Beyond that, the balance of Light and Shadow across his women was poorly represented. K'ara, Liadrin and Yrel were all primarily dedicated to the Light, while only Xal'atath properly embodied the Shadow. Vereesa had inclinations, but concentrated more on her bow. Adding another woman touched by darkness certainly would balance things out a little bit and if she was to be what linked Ysera's and Xal'atath's domains, then it was truly the best Anduin had a close handle on her.

"I agree to your plan," the High King said.

The dryad came suddenly. Confirmation that she was to be the perfect Master's slave was a honour far beyond even admission to the Cult of Free Use. The fingers in her cunt masturbated her to a swift climax. One that grew only stronger over the duration. She and everyone else in the room felt a darkness so powerful it could overpower even Xal'atath's descend on the room.

Anduin let his dark desires guide him. "A worthless slut like you will need all the power she can get to do this properly," he growled at Xal'atath. Sadistically, he grabbed her throat from behind and pulled her against his chest. Pinning her against his muscles, he choked the old goddess, as if she was just a mundane woman. "Make me a new slave, Atha, or you'll find out what truly hellish pleasure is."

Pale blue eyes stared up with boundless loyalty and desire, as Xal'atath formed a quiet pledge with her purple lips. Despite this, Anduin kept holding her. He wanted to absolutely dominate her body. Clamping down even harder on her throat, the High King tore the dress off her. Just one deliberate rip, and the magical cloth disintegrated. Roughly, he cupped her sizable left tit and squeezed.

The dryads were wide-eyed. Obviously, they had all heard, and some of them see, the High King dominate his sex slaves. This was beyond casual assertion of power, this was deliberate humiliation and their goddess completely submitted to it. As her face turned darker, pussy gushed repeatedly, overflowing just from having her tits played with.

"Cum," Anduin commanded. Her body trembled, but he wasn't satisfied with that little. "Harder! Cum!" His demanding voice set off the magic he had branded her with and the old goddess squirted wildly. Bucking her hips, she collapsed to her knees the moment Anduin stopped choking her. He smacked her face with his cock. "Get back up," he growled at her. "Nobody allowed you to break down."

"Sorry, Master!" Xal'atath almost shouted her apology, the excitement rushing through her powerful enough to subdue her manners. To have him act this aggressively was a rare treat, one she delighted in whenever it occurred. The reward for her overenthusiasm was a second slap of his massive cock across her face. "Sorry, Master," she gasped, submissively subdued this time.

"Typical slut, all you can do is apologize for how useless you are," he derided her further, watching her get up. The moment she stood, he shoved her against the altar and plunged two fingers into her cunt. Just a little bit of wiggling and his entire palm was drenched in her fluids. "All you have is a womb and three fuckable holes. Say it."

Xal'atath swallowed, to get her excited voice under control and to respond in the meek tone her sadistic dom wished for. "All I have is a womb and three fuckable holes, Master." Eyes lowered, the old goddess saw her juices trickle down his powerful arm and her thick thighs. It took all her willpower, the willpower that could have dominated entire empires, to keep standing. "I'm just fuckable meat. I exist only to please you."

Anduin grunted in agreement, "At least you understand your place. Eat her pussy." He retracted his fingers from Xal'atath's cunt and took a step backwards. Unquestionably loyal, the old goddess moved to the end of the altar and pressed her face into the raised cunt of the bound dryad. The inhumanely long tongue of the voidspawn slithered deep and Anduin stopped at the opposite end. "This is the taste of your goddess," the High King said, pushing his fingers into the mouth of the dryad.

The nameless contender for his harem eagerly closed her soft, purple lips around the digits. Even though Xal'atath's taste was hellishly delicious and her tongue expertly found (and created) weak spots inside her cunt, the entire focus of the dryad lay on the massive manhood so close to her. She imagined she sucked it, rather than the finger. Long after she had licked the last bit of her goddess' juices from them, she continued to lick them with her tongue. She moaned, the nerves in her tongue in the early stages of becoming a proper erogenous zone.

The gasping of the dryad's had grown even louder. Beholding the dominance of the High King furthered their corruption, which furthered their appreciation of his power even further. They writhed, arms and legs still fixed inside the wall of flesh, the modifications of their bodies continuing. Hair turned dark red, deep purple, midnight blue, and other odd, sinister colours. Breasts visibly became shapelier. Nipples and areola changed to cover a pleasing amount of even those breasts that remained petite. Several of them had their breasts swell, often just a little, others by several cup sizes. Hips became wider, skin smoother, butts bouncier, thighs thicker, skin darker. All of that accelerated to such degrees that it could be followed actively by everyone around, while Anduin continued as he pleased.

The singled-out dryad was comparatively unchanged, despite the direct contact of Xal'atath. The old goddess was now holding onto the dryad's hips. Where she touched the dryad, the corrupting touch of the voidborn caused a network of black veins to spread out, gradually turning purple. A network of them formed above the womb of the dryad, taking the shape of a heart-shaped mark.

A layman would have mistaken the lack of change for an innate resistance. As Xal'atath had correctly observed, however, what was truly being proven was the sheer depth of her potential. She absorbed the power like a sponge and it barely changed her so far, purely because there was so much room for her to take it in before the corrupting effects would manifest themselves.

Anduin pulled the fingers out of the dryad's mouth. Her tongue stretched out after them, desiring to keep sucking on her Master-to-be in any capacity. Using her hair, Anduin wiped his fingers clean and left the dulling green a sticky mess. "Tell me, how did your goddess taste?" he asked her.

"Delicious," the dryad panted.

Anduin clicked his tongue, the answer displeased him. "A delicious what?" he demanded to know.

For a moment there was conflict inside the dryad. She knew what he wanted to hear and she knew that it would insult her goddess. The struggle broke within less than a second. It was clear who she had to truly submit to and it was not the voidborn obediently tongue-fucking her. "A delicious whore, Master!"

Anduin rewarded her with a taste of his manhood. Not his cock, that would have been more than she deserved, just a few seconds of worshipping his balls. Even that much set the corrupting dryad off. Her perverted tongue tasted the numerous women that had squirted all over the perfect Master's groin today, alongside traces of his own pre and proper cum. She gushed into Xal'atah's mouth. The old goddess giggled approvingly at the reaction.

"You got enough of a reward," Anduin decided and took a step back. Slowly the first signs of the corruption were showing. Her wild hair was getting smoother, silkier, and had a reddish tone to its dull green. Her skin was similarly becoming darker, from violet to a greyish purple. Although the deep purple of the Shadow in her eyes was still dominant, there too a red undertone emerged. The colours once associated with the Emerald Nightmare were re-emerging to mark the creation of a void dryad.

Eager to see where these changes would lead, Anduin strut back to Xal'atath. The void elf form of the old goddess quivered when he grabbed a fistful of her midnight blue hair and ripped her backwards. The monstrous tongue needed a full second to retract past her dark lips.

"What is taking you so long?!" he barked at her.

"Master, a cocksleeve befitting of your might and grace is not easily crafted," the old goddess panted apologetically. "I am shaping her pussy to fit perfectly for your cock and yours alone. She will be naught but a loyal breeding slave, lips to lips."

"Fine," Anduin accepted the explanation and shoved her back down into the cunt. Then he repositioned herself to her back. The entire time and especially now, her round ass had been raised for full accessibility. Anduin gave it a nice smack, causing Xal'atath to scream, the dryads to gasp wantonly, and a fresh wave of pussy juice to trickle down her jiggling thighs. He gave both cheeks several more slaps. Each time, she came at least a little, the pain setting off the masochistic inclinations the High King himself had awoken in her. When her pale skin started to flush purple, he grabbed her by the hips. "Here's a reminder of the shape of my cock."

With one merciless thrust, he plunged into Xal'atath's drooling pussy. It could have been the penetration itself, or the hard fucking that immediately followed, either way the old goddess squirted hard. Repeatedly he slammed against her ass. The force of each thrust made her entire body sway back and forth.

The intense perversion fuelled the Shadow inside them. Xal'atath channelled hers into her craft. Each orgasm was a pulse that travelled through her tongue and hands into the veins that spread under the dryad's skin. All she did consciously was to assure the reshaping of the dryad's folds. Sensitive spots were created and emphasized at all the points the perfect Master's large dick hit especially hard, even considering multiple angles. The tunnel itself was tightened, loosened, and modified in unnatural ways, all to assure it was easy to penetrate yet gripped his shaft properly.

The rest of the work was done by her subconscious. Xal'atath had been corrupting or adjusting her followers every day for months now. This was the first day she worked on a dryad, but this one was so willing, so naturally inclined, that all changes to her were only made difficult due to the power involved.

Veins now spread up to the dryad's chest, Anduin observed as the breasts of the women swelled rapidly. From the typical petiteness of night elves and dryads, they grow to a respectable size that rivalled that of Xal'atath herself. They swayed from the force travelling through the goddess all the way to the bound slave. The nipples were dark, reddish grey. Erect, they cut through the air with each jiggle. The dryad screamed and came, the size accompanied by a doubling of the sensitivity in the area.

Taking his eyes off the transforming dryad, the High King appreciated the beauty of Xal'atath's ass. The imprints of his hand were visible on the jiggling roundness and he swiftly added another one. Constricting around his cock, Anduin had trouble pulling out of her drenched cunt for a moment. The outer folds stretched outwards with his retreating shaft. Her deep blue pussy was swollen, the lips rimmed by the lines of his brand. He thrust back into her -- hard. A new gush of her aphrodisiac pussy juice spilled on his groin. It increased his potency even further.

All of the Shadow energy Xal'atath spent on modifying the dryad built up inside Anduin. Practically clawing into her waist, fucking her with all of the self-righteous certainty of an owner, he used her. The inside of her pussy was an inhuman pit of hellish pleasure. Wiggling and massaging him, a myriad of bumps caressed his shaft at every moment. The complete control over her own flesh made Xal'atath the perfect cocksleeve at every moment, both in term of her tightness and her sensitivity.

Anduin bundled Xal'atath's hair and pulled her back again. Too far gone to think about it, the old goddess elongated tongue lolled well past her chin as she screamed so loudly, half the cathedral must have heard it. "Look at this breeding bitch," Anduin's guttural tone overpowered her volume with sheer authority. "This slut, worthless as she is, is still higher than all of you -- because she is my personal cumdump." He pulled her further back, letting all of the dryads get a good look at their goddess' face. At the rolled up eyes, the way the drool dripped down her chin, the depravity of her bouncing tits and the twisted grin on her lips. "She!" A hard thrust. "Is!" Xal'atath's body trembled in anticipation. "MINE!"

With a final thrust, Anduin unloaded a massive load inside the voidborn whore. What usually was infused by Shadow and Light equally was now exclusively darkness. Even thicker than usual, the seed pumped shot fort shot inside Xal'atath, whose eyes went wide. Her voice was reduced to a rattling quiet.

Pure ecstasy travelled through her nerves. Legs pressed together, ass pressed against her Master, she twitched and was only kept up by the arm Anduin wrapped around her waist. A moment of tenderness among the sadism of the last fifteen minutes, Anduin kissed the back of her neck, as he waited for their bliss to subside.

The unnamed dryad panted. In the absence of Xal'atath's touched, the veins had retreated, leaving her skin near universally as a reddish purple. Lines of a lighter shade travelled up her arms, ending at the shoulders. Another pair started at the front and back of her ankles, joined that the hips, and travelled up her midriff, underlining her bust. They took a mildly jagged dent inwards at her lower abdomen, framing the only remains of the veins: a black mark, placed right above her womb. It's centre was shaped like a heart and an elaborate network of swirly lines expanded out from it. It was incredibly pleasing, aesthetically speaking.