Who a King Must Do Ch. 59

That she kept using her comfort hole was a foregone conclusion.

Eyir's blowjob turned heated instantly. Having polished the fluids of her fellow haremettes of his knob, all she craved now was to selfishly cum her brains out while deepening her absolute submission to him. Each rapid bounce of her head in his lap was accompanied by prayers of his domination. 'Perfect Master -- keep breeding me for eternity, my perfect Master -- fill all my holes -- use me, use me, use me!'

Anduin leaned back, his eyelids fluttering from the intensity of her service. She couldn't witness it, her own were rolled up in her skull. Again and again, she made herself cum, while his dick vanished between her glorious golden lips. "You're an absolutely perfect cocksucker," Anduin groaned.

The words cut through the orgasmic haze. The water splashed, as her bubble butt broke through the surface from a sudden spasm. Further wet noises accompanied her squirting into the hot spring. His cock was completely inside her throat, while she gyrated her neck. One slow stroke upwards to break the monotony of rapid bobs -- then it was right back to feverish pace.

"I'm cumming," Anduin groaned.

Eyir upped her tempo to near impossible levels. The words "YESH, I SHUBMIT AGAIN!" were stuck in her throat, as she slammed her lips down on the base of his dick one last time. Then she felt that wonderful twitch of his manhood in her throat, it growing even more rigid, as the cum pumped down its enormous length. It flowed into her, filled her stomach -- and her mind went white.

Anduin clawed at the surface of the rock, while he emptied the load inside the vibrating throat of the Val'kyr. The vacuum tight seal of her lips persisted, even as the rest of her was consumed by the throws of orgasmic ecstasy. The lines on her form flared up, as fresh, branding magic poured through her, to finalize its form in the new seal.

Anduin let the quivering of her throat milk every last drop of the orgasm out of him. Leaned back, he closed his eyes and relaxed. The spurt weakened, Eyir's ecstasy did too, albeit much slower. The warm water washed over his shoulders.

"Keep going," Anduin ordered and, even though she was still spasming, the blowjob resumed. The pace was less heated, although the service was still venerating. A good cocksucking slut knew when her Master wanted to get off and when he just wanted his dick to be worshipped.

Because there was a lot of new information he had access to, Anduin wanted the latter.

He now had access to millennia of accumulated experiences across several fields of study. In theory, he now knew how to be the world's greatest rogue, as he had the stealthing knowledge of Valeera, the poison knowledge of Vanessa, and the diplomacy knowledge of Tess. All of that was joined with the knowledge how to wield just about any weapon, between the three of them and all the others in his harem. He knew every last secret of the worship of Elune, details from long forgotten wars that no history book had ever written down. He had the arcane knowledge of human, elven, and dragon mages. Through the Chromie, he knew the basics of time magic, through Alexstrasza, he understood life more deeply than any human before, through Onyxia, the secrets of the planet were his to unravel. There was more, much more. In one orgy, he had become the most knowledgeable craftsman in all of Azeroth, combining engineering, artificery, alchemy, and enchantment from various schools of thought.

Reflecting on all of this knowledge, the theoretical became more tangible. He found connections between paths of magic that none could have ever seen before, for none had ever attained such broad mastery. All of reality, he realized, could have been manipulated if one just pushed magic far enough.

However, that puzzle was still incomplete. There were two more haremettes around that would help fill some of the gaps, Ysera more so than Thalyssra. The First Arcanist would have much to offer, but between Jaina, Valtrois, Modera and Stellagosa, the arcane was one of the fields he understood the best. The elements were what he was missing primary information on. The elements and necromancy.

If he could fill these gaps, he would achieve power not even the titans would have been able to wield.

That was a priority for the near future. For the now, Anduin returned from his mind and snapped his fingers. "Come here," he ordered the waiting maids.

It only took the tug of a single cord, for each of the outfits to sail to the ground pale-gold warrior women obediently walked through the water towards their venerated master. Eyir stopped in her constant cocksucking to ask. "How may they serve, Master?" Immediately after the last word was out, her golden lips wrapped back around his manhood. Her mouth existed to please first and to ask how to please second.

"Clean me," the High King ordered and sat upright.

""It is our honour, Master!"" the six Val'kyr swooned in unison, forming a circle around him. Strong and gentle hands worshipped the entirety of his body, rubbing him with hot water, oils and soap from his toes to the roots of his long, blond hair.

When the cleaning was done, Anduin extended his mind. Past his closed lids, he could see through the tentacles he conjured. The maids and Eyir moaned in anticipation, then screamed, typically muffled, when all their holes were stuffed with the slippery extensions of Anduin's will.

Eyir switched the mode of her blowjob immediately. Gone was the basic service and returned the cock-hungry slut, living to suck her Master off. The few Val'kyr that were not entirely constrained by the deep purple tendrils wrapping around them pressed their fertile, warm bodies against Anduin. The grinding of their soft curves and shapely muscles against him pleased the perfect Master and he rewarded them with even further attention.

In and out of ass, pussy and mouth, the tentacles pumped. Only Garda and Sigurd, the Val'kyr with the nicest face and the biggest tits respectively, were allowed to keep their lips unoccupied. They were the ones most completely pushed against him and instead got the privilege of kissing his face and neck, when he didn't claim their lips with his own.

Over and over again, the servants and sex slave squirted, in pure bliss at being fucked by him. Fervently, they serviced him however they could and enjoyed when they couldn't, for it was the fault of tendrils binding their arms and legs that prevented them. It was all by his will and being helplessly subjected to all he wished to do only got them off harder.

Eyir's head bobbed at a rapid speed. Only when her urge to keep all of him inside her became overwhelming, did she stop for a second to keep him sheathed in her throat. That selfishness never lasted for long and she was back to sucking him off with zealous intent. All she wanted in life was to make him cum again with her sensitive throat.

She got what she wanted.

Without announcement, Anduin spurted his cum down her gullet. All the way down, she swallowed it all blissfully. The seed pumping into her other two holes and into the Val'kyr around, thick as it was, could not compare with that of his true body. Hard and harder, she came, each drop of semen further deepening her bliss.

Anduin let their many holes extract the cum from his cock and tendrils. With the ease of a thought, they were gone one he was done. The Val'kyr collapsed into the water, cloudy white cum mixing with the clear hot spring. Rising to his feet, Anduin fucked Eyir's face, to get the remaining drops of cum out of his shaft. Her heterochronic eyes were rolled up in her head, while the rough use of her orgasmic throat brought her from climax to climax with each thrust.

"You're done for the night," the High King told the maids, who twitched and nodded. "Your services rendered today call for a reward." In front of and to the delight of everyone, a second and third Anduin manifested by the original body. With all this new, deeper, arcane knowledge, creating Master's Images was easier then ever. "Follow me to the maid quarters," he told them, the two copies going ahead. Obediently, the Val'kyr crawled after these versions of their Master.

These simulacrums could now operate with a pseudo-consciousness of their own. They were still part of Anduin, their memories were his memories, his will was their will. What primarily mattered was that they would feel pleasure and orgasm in their own time and they could operate even while he was asleep, at a much greater range than the previous iteration.

Anduin would start using them for greater efficiency in his state starting tomorrow. For today, there was a whole palace staff eager to be fucked into and beyond submission. Some of them, about half, he would have to deny impregnation. He couldn't have all of his maid take maternity leave at the same time. Their eventual breeding was a foregone conclusion, however. They were all Anduin's mating stock.

Just because he could, he dumped a third load down Eyir's throat, before making his way to the bedroom.

There, the many sex slaves of his harem of powerful, loyal women of renowned awaited them. On their respective layers of the massive bed, among the many pillows and blankets, they positioned themselves. The sluts on the lowest level waited face down and ass up, presenting ready assholes and gaping pussies that Anduin had fucked before heading into the bath. On the middle level, they waited lying on their back, flexibly holding their knees to their shoulders while spreading round asses for easy viewing of oozing pussies. On the highest layer, finally, there was on ongoing lesbian orgy of his wives and most privileged slaves, preparing each other for his arrival. At the heart of their winding of deeply attractive bodies was Ysera, one of two who hadn't gotten fucked today.

Anduin decided to keep her for last and instead aimed for Thalyssra. The sex slave could have been on the upper layer, had she decided to marry him. Instead, a High Slave was what she had begged to be, like most elves did. Once their submissive instincts were activated, few of them thought themselves worthy of being more than a breedable servant.

The First Arcanist panted. Just the attention of her Master made her unfucked pussy twitch. Swollen lips, of a darker colour than the rest of her purplish blue body, ready to part for his girthy cock. The arcane marks all over her constantly disappeared and re-emerged, as arcane energy flowed through her. Only those lines around her cunt, the old, primitive sigil of the High King, was a steady presence.

Thalyssra's hair vibrated alongside the rest of her. A cascade of white, most of it combed in such a fashion that decoratively flowed down the left side of her head, voluminous and as beautiful as her face. Deep blue lips were eagerly parted, willing to entertain her Master should he choose not to use one of her holes. Her delectable thighs squished between them her moderately sized tits.

Anduin had every intention to use every bit of her before he fell asleep, but the re-marking had to be prioritized. Not only would it bring her deeper into ecstasy, the High King just preferred the look of the mark above their wombs. He descended on his sex slave.

Before his cock even touched her pussy, she had a light orgasm. Just the aura of his girthy member hanging above her cunt sent her pleasure into overdrive. She moaned, invitingly spreading her pussy lips with her fingers, showing the pink deeper inside.

"Thank you, MASTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Thalyssra screamed, her voice growing louder as she was penetrated. A day of need was satisfied in an instant, his girthy cock making her squirt when the base of it hit her crotch.

"That's right," Anduin growled, grabbing the nightborne by the throat. Her eyes opened wider as her breathing was restricted, until she stared with unblinking appreciation at her Master. "You need to thank me. Me fucking you is what you love above everything else." He softly slapped her, feeling particularly sadistic at the moment. "Come on, tell me what your favourite things are."

Thalyssra inhaled sharply when she was allowed to. "I love... serving... youuuuu," she moaned. Even while he didn't move, the presence of his magnificent cock gradually caused her pleasure to rise up and then be released. "I love your coooock, Mashtaaaahhhrrr... I love... being breeeeeed... love my... wooomb... carrying... your childreeennnnnn... love getting fuuuuucked... and... you tormeeeentiiing meeeeeee!"

"Good girl," Anduin stated and rewarded her with another slap across the face. Her spine arched, the humiliation was too much for her and she squirted a second time, eyes almost disappearing behind the fluttering lids for a few seconds. "What do you need the most right now?"

"Your new seal!" she shouted, the words clear despite her ongoing climax. "I need your new seal! Brand me a slave all over again! I'm a submissive, masochistic sex slave! I'm property of the perfect Master, Anduin Wrynn, and the whole world needs to be able to see it!"

"Good -- Girl!" Anduin pulled back and then plunged back into her tight cunt. Thalyssra clawed at her own thighs, struggling to maintain the position. Grabbing her legs for her, Anduin made it a whole lot easier by fully onto her with his weight. He practically hovered on top of her. His toes made contact with the mattress, his hands with her smooth legs, and his dick was in the depths in her now easily access pussy.

From above, he started to pound her. Mercilessly, he penetrated her over and over again. Laying on her back, just a hole for his satisfaction, Thalyssra was wondering if it was truly alright to feel this level of happiness. Her beloved Master was hammering her, made her scream, as orgasm after orgasm underlined a day filled with satisfying work with the joy of submission and the bliss of getting fucked. Thalyssra had always been a workaholic and, until relatively recently, a suppressed submissive. This was her perfect day. This was her perfect man. This was her perfect Master.

Anduin loved this woman. From the dedication to her people, to the seriousness with which she took her work, down to how much a cock-craving masochist she was when he demanded. Constantly, her tight cunt was gushing and constricting around his girthy manhood, All of her was racing him towards unloading inside her. Sadistic as he felt, he would not delay what Thalyssra wanted more than anything at the moment.

Harder, faster, even then before, he slammed into her. Her round ass was drenched with the overflow of her squirting honeypot, making the constant slapping sounds that underlined her screams a wet affair. The bedsheets were soiled with her love juices and they would become further soiled still. In the final moments of his constant pounding, he bowed down and claimed her lips.

In the middle of a kiss, Thalyssra felt his cum pump into her. Everything went white. All spasming stopped. There was only the ecstatic reality of receiving his seed and his brand once again. No scream nor words could have ever expressed how she felt at that moment. Only three whispered little words only got close, pressed out past the multi-orgasmic tenseness that took hold of all of her. "I love you."

"I love you too," Anduin whispered back, three words that made it through the pure bliss of her absolute submission. Each rope of cum inside her was another explosion of ecstasy in her mind, bringing her love and joy unbound, with an open-mouthed grin on her gorgeous face and her eyes rolled up.

Anduin slowly pulled out, the spasming of her cunt wringing the last few drops out of him. With a last few headpats, he rose up and left the spasming, re-marked Thalyssra behind to ride out her bliss. She was still squirting when he climbed up to the highest level of the bed.

All of the other haremettes made room when he approached, revealing Ysera at the centre. The purple skin of the green-haired Dragon Aspect glistened from the slick, oily sweat of her kind and the kisses of her fellow sex slaves. She was panting with intense need, her sizable breasts rising and falling. Her hips bucked off the mattress when she saw his cock, wet with cum and the juices of another woman and yet still hard. That was the manhood of a man that could satisfy all that surrendered to him.

Ysera wanted to beg, but she was horny beyond words. Last of the harem to be re-marked, her need exceeded reason. She could not stand being the last to bear the old seal. Not because she was envious of the others, but because it was her duty to serve him absolutely.

Anduin grabbed her by the hips, pulled her above himself as he laid down, and guided her to straddle his hips. No words were necessary, the intent was clear: her Master wanted her to prove just how badly she wanted his seed and his brand. With eagerness beyond reason, she impaled herself on his massive cock so hard her tits bounced.

All of her seized up for a moment. Her green-glowing eyes opened wide, her deep purple lips were agape, her tongue hung out just a slight bit, while she audibly gasped and beheld her Master. Physically, he was underneath her, but there was nothing in her mind but his superiority, no matter what position they took. Pussy gushing, rapidly soaking his cock, crotch, and the sheets in her love juices, Ysera began to bounce.

She screamed like a proper sex slave. In the past, one may have described it like the sounds of a wanton whore, but now a woman could scream her lust out freely when she was having the orgasms of her life. Slave or mistress, it didn't matter -- although Ysera most certainly was a sex slave and would never, ever have dreamed of challenging that position. What other one existed where she could be rewarded for being a good girl by riding the perfect dick while a harem of fellow submissives surrounded her.

Ysera and Anduin became the focal point of all those that occupied the upper layer of the bed. Hands groped and worshipped, mouths kissed, venerated and prayed. All that was important was that no one got in the way of Anduin's viewing pleasure. The High King, with his hands behind his head, watched his Dream Slave worship his cock with her entire body. Yes, she was having one orgasm after the other, but her pace and her twitching insides only had one goal: to draw forth a load of his cum.

Eager to see the last of his haremettes marked, Anduin let his orgasm approach fast. The bounces of her tits were hypnotizing, the bulge in her athletic midriff, created by his girthy shaft, satisfying and her orgasms splendid to behold. Her cunt was tight and drenched wet, the folds constricted around him, perfected to please him and him alone by her rebirth and her will.

Cumming inside a woman that lived to be bred by him was only natural.

Ysera felt the intense twitch and slammed down one last time. Then he pumped her full of the latest in series of orgasms, none any less massive than the last. Turning as rigid as Thalyssra, the Dream Slave was a spasming pillar of nubile female flesh on top of her Master. The O-shape of her mouth twitched, while the magic of submission re-arranged itself in a more efficient pattern and made her squirt over and over again in the process.

Eventually, she collapsed on top of him.

That was not the end of it, of course. A typical orgy followed, full of magical doubles and the occasional tentacles, and did not end until every last one of Anduin's haremettes passed out from the pleasure. Then and only then, did he close his eyes. The pleasure did not end in his dreams. Where Ysera had previously been the only one to join him, Xal'Sytha was now present as well.

Soon, he would decipher the knowledge he had gained from the Dream Slave and be able to pull all of his sex slaves into his dream, to make their every sleeping moment as romantic and lustful as their waking ones.