Who a King Must Do Ch. 58

"I will bring her to your bedroom tonight, Master," Xal'atath pledged, the only one of the women in the room that had recovered enough to move and speak. Sytha, at the very least, had gathered enough energy to kneel behind her bowing goddess. "We will gladly be of service again tonight -- or whenever else your divine self desires."

Anduin took hold of Xal'atath's face and kissed her one last time. Raw glee and gratitude was imbued in her every responding moan and swirl of their tongues. "I love you," he whispered when he separated from her. A shiver of deep adoration rippled outwards from the old goddess' body and through the walls of her temple, touching on all that was an extension of her will.

"Your judgement is unquestionably wise," Xal'atath poured and stroked his erection. Pleasing as her touch was, Anduin had elsewhere to be. She let him go without hindrance and bowed again, as he turned and left. There was much for her to reorganize, now that she had a worthy right-hand slave.

They separated and Anduin walked back the way he came. The connection he felt with the environment was even stronger now, the powers of not just Xal'atath, but Xal'sytha as well completely at his disposal. The shadowborn flesh all around could have been manipulated into new life at the ease of a thought. Obedient, soulless life, more biological machines than individuals.

Graceful as they were, the members of the Cult of Free Use could not resist his presence. All started to moan as they laid eyes on him, many started to masturbate, and a few orgasmed outright. Such was the power of the High King's aura, dominating even that of the goddess of these halls.

To the overwhelmed cries of the gorgeous courtesans, Anduin walked back into the centre of the Cathedral, where Shadow and Light mingled, and then headed into the segment belonging to the Cult of the Perfect Slave. Two female paladins stood guard at the gate, members of Liadrin's Slave Knights. They made sure no man may enter where the nuns worked on becoming the most pleasing submissives they could.

Anduin was the exception, passing through the paladins in his nudeness, the juices of the slaves he fucked previously still wet on his cock. Their armours rattled, but they retained their posture. They had their own masters and, as incredible as the presence of the High King was, they were loyal. Only their personal doms and whoever else was part of their harems may pleasure them deeply. Not even Anduin was allowed to meddle in the sacred bond between a sex slave and her master.

He had no intention of meddling in it, just like he had no intention of claiming any of the nuns of the Cult of the Perfect Slave.

The white robes that covered these nuns in the public area were universally discarded within the Light wing of the Cathedral of Twilight. Slaves at the pinnacle of their beauty, purified by the light, stood scattered about radiant halls. They walked diligently, often to arrive at one of the many rooms dedicated to crafts appropriate for a submissive. Each of the perfect slaves had to be learned in the arts of the household, finances, and many fields of study. Rarely the slaves walked only to perfect walking itself. There were many ways a slave could pronounce her steps to please her master. Hips enticingly swinging to awaken the doms vigour or a sheepish walk, eyes downcast, following after him in proper subservience, to name only two extremes.

The walk itself was important, as was to learn how to handle various additions to their forms. Typical was the butt plug, but it was far from the only one. Slaves with their ankles chained to limit the range of their strides, with arms bound in various ways, with gags, and with dildos stuffing their cunts, all of them had to learn how to walk and work with submissive grace while pleasure coursed through their bodies. It was not as simple as building a resistance, no master wanted a sex slave that did not react to the many 'punishments' inflicted. Rather, it was to learn how to do as demanded while the pussies were dripping and their faces red with lust.

While the Shadow wing of the Cathedral of Twilight had consisted of many open areas with satin curtains serving as barriers, the Light wing had proper walls. Gold and silver crystals adorned the marble walls, basking everything in sun and moonlight. Statues dedicated to the female form in submissive poses stood on clean sockets, further romanticizing the absolute subservience the nuns here wished to attain. A typical motif was that of a woman on her knees, head raised, mouth open to wordlessly beg for her master's cock.

Because the majority of the nuns were working within the many rooms, Anduin saw a lot less of them then he had of the Cult of Free Use. Those that he did cross admirably resisted staring at him and concentrated on their tasks. They knew it was incredibly unlikely that he would pick them for his personal harem, so they retained as much of their purity for the master they would one day serve. Those marked as virgins were especially adamant about this, stepping aside, closing their eyes, and lowering their heads in a bow, until he had passed.

They would indeed be perfect slaves for whoever was lucky enough to gain the submission of such a dedicated woman.

The straight hallway eventually brought Anduin to a medium-sized, circular chamber. There, K'ara, alongside Liadrin and Yrel were overseeing a congregation of about twenty nuns. All of them were on their knees, their ankles and wrists bound together, the cuffs connected with a metal rod. They would not be able to leave this position if they wanted to. Their mouths were kept open by ring gags, spreading their jaws wide enough that a cock could have easily been pushed inside. They drooled and moaned, vibrating toys in their lower set of holes.

Besides their bondage, they only wore chokers. Some only wore one, a black or white one, taking over from the sashes they wore around their robes in public. A black choker meant that this was a woman who had joined the Cult of the Perfect Slave after losing her virginity, while the white-collared slaves still had, at the very least, their vaginal virginity. The many that wore a second choker, universally white, showed that they were celibate even of the one form of male touch they were allowed: giving blowjobs during the congregations. A black and a white choker were the most commons combination. Few virginities had survived the time before K'ara had proclaimed her Cult. With time, it was almost guaranteed that two white ones would become the norm. Those that became nuns were proud of their purity and wished to sacrifice it only to the one truly worthy master.

All of the nuns were facing the three of Anduin's slaves in the middle of the room. Yrel was in practically the same position as all of them were, kneeling, her holes stuffed, to the right of a marble throne. The white-haired draenei was sweaty, her decently sized breasts swaying softly as she squirmed. She had been in this position for hours and Anduin's presence sent a jolt through her body that suddenly increased her sensitivity. The mark around her purple cunt burned pleasantly, demanding to be replaced with the new version.

Liadrin felt the same urge. The redheaded blood elf stood tall and proud, until she felt her Master's gaze on her. Knowing what he liked, revelling in pleasing him, she crossed her arms behind her back. She pushed her breasts out, about the same size as Yrel's and spread her legs. Between the thick thighs extending from her wide, breed-worthy hips, her pussy juices started to flow.

Between the two of them, on a throne of marble, sat K'ara. The naru was bustier than the two of them and possessed the same combination of thick thighs, wide hips, and fantastic, round ass that was appropriate for a breeding slave. Her gold blonde hair was silky and long, sharing its colour with the symmetrical markings of the Light all over her light blue skin.

"Master, you honour us with your presence," the goddess of the Light wing spoke softly, contrasting how quickly her dark blue nipples became fully erect. "Ah," she gasped as he approached. Like Liadrin, her body language quickly shifted to display proper submission. She lowered her head and leaned forwards, so she had to look up to him through her bangs. "Listen to me, acolytes, a perfect slave will always be pleasing to her Master's eyes and her body will be conditioned to grow sensitive and wet in his presence. When he is around, you must be ready, heart and soul, to take care of any of his urges immediately."

Anduin reached downwards and grabbed the blessed breeding bitch by the chin. Although all he held of her was between his thumb and the side of his index finger, his hold of her was more complete than ropes and chains could have ever allowed. Gently he lifted his hand and K'ara, craving to remain in contact, rose obediently from the throne.

Claiming it as his, Anduin sat down. It was a much more traditional seat of power than the massive construct he had in the keep's throneroom. The marble was covered in padded leather, making it comfortable to sit in. Although it was there for K'ara to administer from, the seat was deliberately broad enough that he, as true lord of this space, found it comfortable. Legs spread, the High King pulled K'ara into his lap. Her fantastically round, light blue ass came to rest on his left thigh. He reached around her narrow waist and conjured a chain that connected to Yrel's collar. The bindings around her wrists and ankles became undone, magical seals loosening in response to Anduin's will. While the white-haired draenei crawled over, spurred to hurry by the impatient yanking of the chain, Anduin reached out with his right. Gliding over Liadrin's tanned bubble butt, which quivered in anticipation. Her pussy, like the rest of her skin, had a mild reddish tint to it. His fingers penetrated her eagerly waiting cunt. Like an obedient puppy, the still gagged Yrel waited between his legs. K'ara had her arms wrapped around his head, smothering him with her breasts while playing with his long, golden hair.

"These are the three fundamental positions women can have in a harem," K'ara continued, to the backdrop of Liadrin's moans and Yrel's panting. Her own voice was excited, her cunt drooling on Anduin's leg. "Yrel, a cumdump unfit to even stand in our Master's presence, a toy to be used as he desires. Liadrin, a servant that stands at the ready, eager to fulfil his every command. I, the wife given the privilege to sit beside him. All of us are willing, submissive, loyal sex slave, wishing only to be bred and of use. We will gladly be the cumdump, the servant, or the wife, whatever our Master wants and needs. Remember these roles and that they exist solely to please your dom -- just as you do." K'ara snapped her fingers and the bindings of all her acolytes were completely undone, leaving only Yrel in a partial state of bondage. "Leave now, as we celebrate the service to our Master that you one day have with your own."

The nuns, pussies dripping, rose to their feet and bowed in unison, before following any of the four paths that led out of the chamber. No sooner had the last left, that walls of solid light and crystal covered the exits. The chamber was sealed.

"Good girls," Anduin raised his voice, having waited until the lecture had been over. "You are properly training a generation of truly dedicated slaves."

"Nothing short of perfection is adequate for you or your realm, my Master," K'ara cooed, then moaned when an intense pulse of pleasure surged out from his mark. "Aaah, Master... I feel that Xal'atath's research has been successful? My body years to be branded by you with renewed vigour!"

"Yes," Anduin affirmed, causing all three of the sex slaves to gasp. Warriors of the Light, with eyes reflecting the deep desire to have this new mark of Shadow magic on their bodies. "With this new brand, I will be able to command your pleasure even more effectively and to wield your powers and knowledge as if it were my own."

"You will become an entity above all gods," K'ara gasped in ecstatic realization. "A power befitting of your royal will. Please, my Master, do as you wish with us."

"Mhmmake me submit and fall in love even dee-ah-per," Ladrin cried, already orgasming for the first time. The idea of a more powerful brand set her soul ablaze with desire and his skilled fingers did the rest.

Yreal could do naught but groan in agreement, the ring gag still spreading her lips. Then a throaty scream escaped her, joyous anticipation, when Anduin placed a hand on her blue, goat-like horns. Her glowing eyes were wide, her tail curved in excitement, as her forcefully agape mouth surrounded his manhood.

Yrel was a cumdump, the lowest level of Anduin's slaves, and had been thoroughly trained by now to love nothing, besides being bred, more than having her throat stuffed with his giant cock. When her purple lips were pulled against his groin, her irises had already rolled up behind her fluttering lids. The stone floor was quickly marked with the pussy juice that dripped from between her legs.

The dripping rapidly turned into a constant squirting. With her mouth kept open and her arms now willingly crossed behind her back, Yrel was truly nothing but a toy. Anduin completely dictated the pace and his sex slave as a comfort hole.

'Nothing but a cock warmer,' Yrel thought, every syllable reverberating in her mind with eager acceptance. 'My holes are just for convenient usage for Master.' Just thinking his title sent pure bliss through her mind. 'Master! Master! MASTER!' She kept repeating the word in her mind, each time filled with meaning and submission. While he filled her thoughts and throat, she kept screaming. Her pussy gushed over and over again. She was so deeply thankful that she was used in this way.

Anduin kept upping the pace. As his orgasm approached, he let go off her horn and instead gave a signal to K'ara and Liadrin. The two quickly positioned themselves and grabbed one of Yrel's horns each. In perfect coordination, the goddess of the Cult of the Perfect Slave and Anduin's personal Slave Knight forced Yrel's head back and forth.

They were using their fellow slut's throat like they would have their own hands, all with the goal to getting him off. Anduin loved that sensation. Yrel loved being useful to those higher in the hierarchy and her Master simultaneously. She could have asked for nothing more, yet knew that she would soon be receiving an even greater honour.

Anduin was about to cum. When he was past the point of no return, he let it happen without resistance. Semen pumped down the comfort hole, who screamed with absolute ecstasy as her stomach was filled with thick cum.

With the seed came a surge of magic and with the magic even greater bliss. It rushed through her body, an electrifying tingle of warmth, until it found her marked cunt. 'MASTERRRRRR!' she screamed inside her mind and she squirted all over the polished marble floor. The old mark was shifting on her skin, the lines forming into the new configuration.

Knowing exactly how long their Master liked to remain inside a sex slave's throat after climaxing, K'ara and Liadrin kept moving Yrel's head. That the cocksucking sleeve was asphyxiating from the rough treatment only added to everyone's enjoyment. Anduin was his usual dominant, sadistic self and the two handling sex slaves got a second-hand kick out of seeing one of their own orgasm while getting her throat stuffed.

"Mashtahrrr," Yrel slurred the word that dominated her mind when finally pulled back. The ring gag was removed. She coughed, gasped for air, only to keep praying to him with rolled up eyes. Each time she used his hallowed title, her cunt twitched and gushed. "Mastahr, I love you Masterrrr, I live to be your toy, Master!"

"Indeed, you do," Anduin confirmed for her and caused the once-proud warrior of Light to shiver. "Stand, cocksleeve."

Yrel swallowed one more time, her eyes finally focusing. She stood up, her hooves barely carrying her. Following her Master's gaze, she looked down at herself. Squealing in delight, she saw the decorative mark above her womb, the heart and the dot at its centre. The inside of her thighs was wet with continuous excitement. She felt like she could utterly surrender to him not just in principle but in actuality.

For his part, Anduin felt a sudden access to new ways to wield the Light. He had been a priest, primarily, before all of this so the combat focused ways the paladin before him had utilized her divine magic was still somewhat useful to him. Deeper was the complete knowledge how to wield various kinds of weapons that he had never touched before. Beyond even that was that complete understanding of draenei technology. All of a sudden, the working of ships like the Exodar were completely intuitive to him, as if he had grown up with it.

Anduin felt that there was something there that he could do, if only he understood the crystals used as fuel, decoration, and conductor simultaneously a bit better. He put that aside for the moment, there were other sapient sex toys begging for his attention with their fertile curves.

"Back on your knees, Yrel," Anduin commanded. Once she was in position, he magically locked her bindings again. Shadowy manifestations covered her mouth, eyes, and ears, completely robbing her of her senses. When all else was done, he linked her senses with that of Liadrin, to make her keep squirming while he worked on the second of the three.

Standing in eager anticipation of being manhandled, Liadrin moaned lustfully when her Master grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into his lap. Her breedable ass hovered over his cock. The moment he aimed her properly, she descended and screamed with immediate orgasmic relief. Each bit of his cock penetrating her tight, red-pink, swollen pussy sent convulsions through her balanced, sexy form.

Liadrin was tanned, more tanned than she used to be, from her steady exposure to the eternal summer of Elwynn Forest. The light brown had a red tinge to it, just mild enough to harmonize with her auburn hair. Her long, pointy ears were flush with excitement. The self-declared Slave Knight threw her head back and screamed in raw bliss. She would have recited her oath to him, the boundless loyalty and love she had for him and his mission, the exclusive, eternal and unconditional access he would have to her holes and her womb. However, the pleasure was to strong, the words got stuck in her throat.

Turning his head to give K'ara a quick kiss, Anduin then ordered the n'aru to let go off him. Arms uncurled; breasts were pulled away from his face. It would be a temporary affair remaining only while he concentrated on Liadrin.

The High King folded the Slave Knight's long legs, pushed her knees up to her shoulders, and then hooked his arms under then. His hands locked behind her neck, leaving the sex slave's feet raised high in the air, her body confined by his strong arms. Effortlessly, the perfect Master stood up, still inside her, carrying her, and robbing her of all opportunity to move on her own.

Fucking her hard, he forced her to bounce with every thrust. Her firm ass smacked against his groin repeatedly, the clapping sounds overpowered only by the proud cries of the sex slave. She wanted everyone to hear her. None would be able to doubt the virility of the Master she chose to serve. None would be able to doubt just how hard she came over and over and over again. Her pussy juices gushed and dripped from their place of unison. Just like K'ara preached to her acolytes: a good slave was wet and ready from the moment her master was in the vicinity.

Her moans were underlined by the throaty cries of Yrel, adding another puddle to the floor with the intensity of their shared pleasure. Unsurprisingly, Anduin heard another pair of lips form sweet sounds of pleasure. He looked over his shoulder and found K'ara fingering her cunt to the rapid pace of the bounces. The round bottom of her hourglass figure was pushed to the edge of the seat, leaving only her upper spine resting against the back. Desperately chasing something even a tenth of the ecstasy he could bring, she worked her pussy and tits.