Who a King Must Do Ch. 59

Jaina, first queen of the new Alliance, strutted up from the courtyard all the way to the throne behind her Master, pussy dripping with his seed and continuously flowing love fluids. The other slaves followed as their station permitted, walking or crawling. They stopped before the throne, while Anduin continued walking until he had reached the symbolic centre of his power.

Anduin sat down and beheld the three recently fucked slaves, before dismissing them with a wave. "See to it that your affairs are in order," he instructed them. The evening court would last for about two hours, enough time for them to at the very least sort out some paperwork. Motivated, Jaina, Vanessa and Valtrois nodded. They would give their all for their beloved Master's realm.

While they excited the throne room, the High King looked between the three slaves that were present for service.

To his right was Valeera, second wife of the High King. She was, as was proper, stark naked. Her slender curves were delightful to behold, the golden glow of her eyes a remainder of when he had first filled her with his blessed seed. The colour harmonized fantastically with her light blond hair, which formed a cascade of silky gold that almost touched the ground. Her facial features, always beautiful but once hard from the continued stress of keeping Varian safe from the shadows, had become even more gorgeous since she had submitted herself to him. In his arms, she was content and safe, satisfied and certain of a great future. Valeera wrapped her arms around his neck and tightly pressed her lean, nubile body against his.

To his left was his third wife, Fenella. The empress of the dark iron dwarves and 'ruler' of Ironforge had transformed more than Valeera by every metric. By Anduin's wishes, she had been installed in her current position. Through their marriage, her positions were officially his, even if the heads of the other clans ruled Ironforge and the majority of dwarvenkind for them. Even if she was a puppet, she had grown splendidly into her role, serving Stormwind both with the incredible engineering knowledge that she had gathered before becoming Anduin's slave and as an empress who organized much more than any puppet could have been asked to. Physically, she retained her rural undertones, and combined them with delicious curves, flawless, dark grey skin and the confidence befitting of an empress. Her near black, pink-tinted lips were spread in a crooked smile, her black hair combined into numerous decorative braids on one side, turning red slowly towards the tips. That confident body language of hers was channelled into presenting her massive breasts, one of the largest and most sensitive pairs in the entire harem, to Anduin.

To his knees was Stellagosa. The Mage Slave had disregarded the offer to be a wife, preferring the position of a High Slave. Her chosen form had changed little in the beauty of her face or the display of her typical elven balance between slender and athletic. She had a pair of elegant horns, like blue-tinted glass, and a thin tail that was attached above her round ass. Both were additions made by her acquiring her status, not Anduin's domination. As a shapeshifter, she had been able to perfect her looks long before he had arrived and she had done a good job of it. Like a proper blowjob slut, she knelt with her arms behind her back and her light blue lips widely part.

Three slaves were an unusually low number to attend the High King during a court session, but he had asked it to be so. The three he had just dismissed would have joined under normal circumstances. For today, Anduin wanted to pamper this trio of willing holes.

Stellagosa leaned in to give his cock mild service. With licks of her dextrous tongue and kisses of her full lips she tended to him. The sensitivity of her mouth made her gasp as she touched his hot manhood. An outright moan echoed from her when she tasted his precum. She wished to take him in properly, but it was not yet time. This was only worship to entertain him while he made his choice which one of them he wanted first.

"Fenella..." Just saying her name was enough for the breeding sow of an empress to move to the edge of the seat, ready to move wherever he wished to have her. "...serve me with your tits."

"Gladly, Master," the Dark Iron dwarf said and quickly switched positions with Stellagosa. Eagerly, she wrapped her massive tits around his glistening shaft. The rigid phallus disappeared near completely in the cleavage of the sex slave. Dwarf women were well-endowed generally and Fenella's contact with Slutstud had only emphasized this aspect of her body. Her breasts were about the same size as Jaina's which fit nicely on her stout, stacked form. "Thank you for letting me be at your feet," Fenella panted, her submissive cunt drooling.

The heat of his cock filled her with deep satisfaction. As it moved in her cleavage, shifted by the massage she gave it by cupping and kneading her own tits, the sensitive mountains of soft flesh sent euphoria all through her. Just as much as being of service, she loved using her tits. She absolutely adored serving him with those large, grey boobs of hers. His eyes were focused on them, focused on her, and that made her so unbelievably wet. Revelling in knowing this was a service few others in the harem could provide, she pressed the overabundant flesh of her chest together. The pressure caused some of it to spill between her fingers and his cock fully vanished in the firm and squishy cleavage.

Anduin groaned approvingly, as Fenella kept shaking her tits. She was putting her entire body into it. Hands massaged him through the massive mammaries, while she used her legs and torso to add a simple, steady up and down. What was initially soft and smooth, soon also became sticky as the perfect Master's precum lubricated the valley between her yielding breasts.

Soon, steady quivers joined the deliberate motions of the slave empress' service. Shaking with the first of many orgasm her loyal service with her favourite method so quickly brought her, Fenella kept her moans withdrawn. She knew she was entertainment -- nothing more. Her duty was to tend to his magnificent cock while he administered his realm and shaped the world, in small and large ways, as he desired.

Anduin met her glowing eyes, the colour of molten rock, and bestowed upon her a great honour. "Do as you please, the court begins once I wish."

"Tshank you, Mashtahr!" Fenella let her voice ring out with all the ecstasy building up inside her. From non-distracting service, she swiftly transitioned to a proper titjob. The speed picked up immensely. Rapid up and down caused her cupped tits to jiggle. The confines of her fingers only directed the swing of those gloriously sized twin spheres.

Eager as she was to show off all of the techniques she had mastered to please him, be it visually or physically, the slave empress focused on the constant movement. She wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible, but even more she wanted him to cum all over her. Nothing pleased a sex slave more than being the source of their Master's release.

"I live to sherve, to sherve your, to be a shleeeve to your manhood, Mashtaahr!" she panted, feeling his cock become more rigid between her tits. Harder than mithril and hotter than any furnace she had ever worked at, all of her was entirely in submission to his will and desire. Her erect, dark nipples cut through the air. "Pleashe, pleashe cover me with your seeeeeeeeeed!"

Anduin did as he was begged to and let the serving softness of her squishy, submissive chest carry him over the edge. The thick white splurged out from her cleavage, rained down on her face and then on her breasts.

Fenella had been prepared for the rewarding orgasm that always accompanied sensing his cum, but not the utter incredibleness of the second marking. The semen all over her skin caused his magic to seep deep into her and rewrite her outdated seal. While the lines etched themselves anew into her eagerly submitting soul, she squirted all over the ground.

Even as the intensity of the multiple orgasms wiped out her thoughts, Fenella gave service. Tits now sticky with semen and precum kept moving. Their softness enveloped, their heat comforted his cock. Eventually, she started to calm and continued her service with more control. If it had been possible, she would have worked his cock with even greater fervour.

The High King put his arms around the narrow waists of the two light-skinned, slender women by his sides, one being and the other largely appearing as a blood elf. His fingers found their eagerly erect nipples, brushed over smooth skin, and teased their ready honeypots. Both of them felt an ecstatic tingle. They would soon be branded as sex toys again, more obviously and more lasting than ever before.

"Thank you, thank you Master for making me a slave!" Fenella shouted, her ecstasy calming down slowly. Contact with his dick prevented her from truly reaching the end of her orgasm. While the absolute euphoria of the second marking went away, servicing the hard cock continued to make her squirt. Her skin felt like fire, every last nerve entirely dedicated to rewarding her body for her service.

Gritting her teeth to keep some control over her body, the cum-stained dwarf grunted. She wanted more of his delicious cum and he had not yet brought court into session. Anduin watched the slave sluttily present herself with each bounce of her massive tits.

Soon, he gave her what she wanted, covering her with a second wave of his seed. It would not be the last, but a gesture of his hand made Fenella turn down her volume and the zealotry of her service.

Anduin was sorting through all the engineering knowledge now available to him. Although he understood it all by the power of the magic that gave him access to it, this particular discipline came to him less intuitively than magic. Constructing things with just the laws of physics alone had not been an aspect that he had widely studied. That being said, although the contraptions themselves were functional without magical input, much of what Fenella was capable off relied on supernatural fuel to give it its efficiency.

After some prodding, he addressed the court. All chatter immediately died down. His voice was firm, collected and benevolent. "The evening court is now in session. Please, all those that have an issue that demands my attention, present it."

Only five people lined up in front of the throne. Evening sessions were usually less active. The people of Stormwind lived in a paradise of eternal summer, with bodies whose every last ache was fixed by the magic that filled the air. Everyone had the energy and motivation to get their business done early in the day and spend the evenings breeding their slaves.

Anduin continued to be serviced while he heard those five people out. His cock was sandwiched between the submissive empress' breasts. His torso was showered with attention from Stellagosa and Valeera, who he had stopped fingering so their moans wouldn't mess with his listening too much. They gasped and cooed quietly, while he entertained his hands by squeezing their firm butts.

Four of the requests were fairly dull. Standard affairs, relating to problems with murlocs, kobolds, or other pests that slipped under the radar. These problems had to be dealt with fast and decisively, since the eternal summer were optimal breeding conditions not just for humans, but also for these malevolent species. That they continued to raid and disrupt Stormwind properties, despite the absolute overabundance of food in the flourishing environment, made it clear that the only three available paths were extermination, relocation, or forceful education. When resources had been lower, they had went with outsourced extermination, because sending a couple of adventurers to deal with the issue had been fastest and cheapest. With Stormwind's newfound wealth, even in the middle of a war, relocation and education were more feasible.

Certainly, there were parts of Azeroth that the Alliance not yet needed and a lot of good could be done in a generation or two. Even if these species were ugly to the civilized races, if they could be brought into the fold of productive society than that was a net gain. Biological combability was not a must for Anduin to see people as members of his realm, only a dedication to common ideals and peace.

As for the fifth of the requests, that one was as unusual as it was necessary upon inspection. A gnome came forth and presented a very thoroughly planned operations that would measure and map the properties of Stormwind. Although the administration attempted to keep track of everyone, the current census data was just functional enough to serve its purpose. Tracking someone down, especially in the ever-expanding corridors of Slaveforge, could be quite a bit of trouble.

The gnome therefore suggested the establishment of a new ministry of urban affairs whose sole responsibility was to track the constant expansion and create maps of the various segments of the city. Such a thing was downright necessary, to gain some manner of oversight of sprawl. Therefore, Anduin commissioned the gnome, appointing him minister of this new branch of the administration and told him to enact his plans.

Afterwards, the court session transitioned into the typical lull of chatter and calls. This meant that Anduin got to hear of the affairs of all manners of present nobles, merchants, and other influential persons, either by simple talk or by him calling on him to ask about something that had caught his attention. It also meant that it was time to change what cumdump he used.

Fenella, by that time, was covered with three more loads. The thick fluids was running down her luscious, thick curves. Her face was somewhat clean, courtesy of her tongue eagerly lapping up what dripped into its range. Even that care left a depravedly sticky area around her lips, as she panted and squirmed from the constant pleasure of servitude.

"Make room for Stellagosa," Anduin commanded. Those four words were all that was required for Fenella to obediently back off. She shuffled to the front of the throne, knowing that her cumstained curves were not worthy of sitting on the throne or even standing in her Master's presence. Instead, she sat quietly where the lowest slaves would have been chained normally, presenting herself like a trophy. Her pussy kept dripping at the idea of being living proof of her Master's virility.

Stellagosa already took her place. The azure blue lips of the pale dragoness glistened, having just been hungrily licked. Wide agape, she began to lean down, but stopped when his left hand took hold of her translucent horn. With big eyes, she waited for his hand to demand a direction. She did not have to wait long, as she was ruthlessly made to sheathe his cock in her throat.

After the prolonged service, Anduin was in the mood for rough action and Stellagosa's slutty mouth was a perfect hole for it. He manhandled her, forcing a rapid pace. "GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!" it echoed from the Mage Slave's mouth. The speed and intensity of the experience made it impossible for her to form that tight seal around his dick that would have muffled such depraved sounds.

From the start, Stellagosa was in an orgasmic haze. Having her throat stuffed by his magnificent cock always caused her to immediately go from mere excitement to an immediate and intense climax. The thick sheen of semen that covered his cock from previous orgasms furthered that explosion of pleasure, causing her to add to the puddle of pussy juice immediately.

Anduin watched her lose herself in being a useful cocksleeve. The intensity of his demanding pushes and pulls made her petite chest jiggle. Bowed forwards, she presented herself as best she could. Her pale ass was attractively raised, her lizard-esque tail curved from the spasms that torrented through her like a lightning storm, and her arms obediently crossed behind her back.

Past her agape lips, her tongue slithered. Its monstrous length and dexterity let it caress his balls, even as he forced her up and down over and over again. It was all a reaction of instinct, instilled into her through talent and hours of having her throat trained by her Master.

Not satisfied just using her throat like a cocksleeve, Anduin eventually rose to his feet. Now holding both of her horns in his hand, he handled her even rougher. Repeatedly slamming into her tight throat, he made her face into a total mess. The rough fucking of her mouth sent splatter of saliva all over where his groin met her pillowy lips. Her eyes were rolled up from the raw euphoria of the moment. Drool dripped from her chin and even naughtier juices from her cunt.

Anduin still wanted more -- wanted her second marking to be right before his eyes. Pausing for a few moments, he repositioned Stellagosa. At the worst of times, she would have followed his orders to the letter and at the moment she was just breeding instincts and subservience. A slab of meat that proudly wore the label sex slave.

Laying on her back, her face turned towards the throne, the Mage Slave was lifted off the floor by a segment of the ground hovering upwards. Once she reached a comfortable height, Anduin put his cock against her lips again. The desperate breathing was immediately interrupted in favour of letting him penetrate her favourite serving hole again.

The bulge of his cock widening her throat was plainly visible. Her toes curled, her hips shot up, as she squirted yet again, exposed to the entire court. Few of them stared, such shows were normal and they were too busy either pleasing their own masters or using their slaves to mutual satisfaction. Only those unclaimed or free use sluts could not help and watch Anduin utterly dominate his personal cumdump. They were dripping wet, barely disciplined enough to keep themselves from masturbating.

Anduin focused entirely on the slave under him. Going down on her, he soon tasted her delicious honeypot. Sweet, with a hint of mint and the crisp satisfaction of a winter night, her juices filled his mouth. While his tongue explored her folds, he continuously pounded her throat. The screams around his dick served for hellishly pleasurable vibrations.

Again and again she came, brought to heaven by his attention. How blessed she was, to have a man she could trust to break her mind again and again every day. Submerged in pleasure, in absolute bliss, knowing that she was cared for, that she could care for him. All of it was a dream-like haze. She would never awaken from it, because it was her reality. The ultimate, never-ending delight of love.

Knowing his orgasm was approaching, Anduin straightened up. He wanted to see her writhing body. Those slender curves, her smooth skin glistening with oily sweat dragonesses produced when at the peak of physical challenge and ecstasy. Her thighs, trembling each time her hips shot up and released another wave of squirt. Her perky tits, jiggling each time he sheathed himself fully in her greedy mouth. That flat midriff, fitting fully with her slender body.

Anduin's eyes were complete focused on her lower abdomen. He thrust deep into her one more time and came. All of Stellagosa, save for her pinned head and heels, arched off the platform. The waves of squirt became one almost continuous stream, while his seed filled her stomach. Magic within the virile semen spread through her, concentrated in her sex -- her cunt and her womb.

The black lines around her swollen, pink cunt moved over her skin, rapidly forming the new seal above where one of Anduin's heirs was growing. The heart shape right above her womb was surrounded by decorative lines. A dot appeared at its centre, confirming what he knew already -- that she was bred by him.