Who a King Must Do Ch. 66

In the far-off distance, a second fortress stood atop a second island, connected to this one via a bridge. It was even larger, even more resplendent, than the Sulfuron Peak. Where once the sigils of Ragnaros had towered over that structure, there was nothing yet that had taken the sockets atop the spires. Combat was at its most fervent there.

Anduin was weighing his options, when a meteor landed in front of the group. A cascaded of fire spread out, then was hastily drawn back to the landing spot, making any defensive precautions unnecessary.

Where the meteor had landed, the fire pulled together into a pillar and the pillar pulled together into an attractive form. Massive tits became apparent first, competing with Alexstrasza and Baela in their size, immediately grabbing Anduin's attention. He had been craving more top heaviness in his harem recently.

The rest of the body delivered on the want for her. A flat stomach, with a waist that swung inwards only to then broaden into wide hips and thick thighs. The fire consolidated into smooth, deep red skin, covered in black, jagged lines. Her cunt was immediately glistening and hairless, all of her skin glistened as if it was oiled. The woman was tall, only a few centimetres short of Anduin's own height.

Excess energy consolidated into a long, lizard-esque tail that waved behind her plush ass, a bottom to match those tits that jiggled with every soft movement. Finally, her face formed. An attractive one, a bit on the stronger side when it came to the jaw, but definitely still feminine. The jagged black lines ran up the left side of her face, concentrating around her eye. It was black, with a golden core, while the other was the typical white, with an iris as black as charcoal. Lips, above and below, were of a deep red colour, the same as her nipples.

"Yo, stud," the fire elemental greeted the Emperor of Life and casually ran a hand through her hair. As she did so, the last remains of the fire were extinguished, leaving behind an orange buzzcut. "Been waiting for you."

"You were?" Anduin asked.

Biting her lower lip, rather obviously checking him out, she nodded and hummed in confirmation. "Azeroth is responding to your supremacy, your majesty," the fire elemental poured. "I'm Salara -- the first to see your Twilight, the heat of your empire, and your loyal vassal as Fire Lady, Fire Slave, or whatever else you want to call me after you take this place over."

Anduin mustered her critically and she just smirked back, her face turning a little deeper in its crimson colour as the excitement increased. His attention was making her squirm. Conspicuously, the network of black lines that covered much of her curves, only leaving the red smoothness of her tits and ass entirely untouched, had an open window above her womb where his mark would sit. His senses told him she told the truth. Further, he sensed that she was mighty enough to lay claim to the title and that her true might was missing... structure. The touch of a Master.

"If you were created to be my vassal, you should know how I want my pledges," Anduin declared.

Salara dropped to her knees in an instant. Her glistening tits bounced, her grin was replaced with the wide agape offering of her hot mouth. Slightly pointy teeth of flawless white and oily saliva sweetened the deal. "I plehdge myshelf to youh, Mashtahr," the Fire Slave slurred, refusing to close her mouth all the way. "Pleashe, aihd my forcesh and ushe me."

"I believe that is an excellent idea," Tyrande purred, leaning onto her Master's shoulder. "Why don't you have fun with her mouth, until we clear the path to the fortress for you?"

"I very much second that proposal," Shandris stated. The rest of the present harem was quick to agree.

"Then do as you please," Anduin allowed them, manifesting their armaments from the void. Tyrande, Shandris, and Maiev became clad in night elven armour. The former two wore skimpy leathers, while the Warden reclaimed her heavy plate. Azshara did not bother with such, leisurely sashaying after them as the warriors charged into the fray. Five dragons roared, after they transformed, flying down into the battlefield.

Anduin only watched them for a moment. They would decimate the challenges ahead without issue. Every single one of them would have decided this battle in the new elementals' favour.

Stepping forwards, he grabbed the head of Salara. The buzzcut was unusual, but he did like the softness of the short hairs. More than that, he enjoyed the way he could claw into her scalp. Hard, he pushed the fire elemental's nose into his crotch.

The heat the woman radiated spiked. A deep breath had her draw in the scent she knew she needed most in life. The thick musk of a man above all men, intermingled with the many sweet smells of women conquered. The long tail moved in rigid spasms, as the smell awoke in her the craving of her true purpose. All of the sexual energy that had seeped into the Firelands, that she was the first and strongest embodiment of, they were caused by him.

Salara's eyelids fluttered with each deep inhale. Instinctively, she nibbled the bulged in his pants. "Such a nice coooock," she whispered. Then the clothes disappeared into a pocket dimension and the smell assaulted her all over again.

Pussy gushing, the fire elemental experienced the presence of her destined Master in earnest. The massive cock pressed against her attractive features. Eyes opened wide and went cross, focusing on the shaft in front of her. Her entire life's mission was serving this man and she obliged with growing glee. It was one thing to know she was fated to be a cumdump for the greatest of all emperors. It was another to feel his unrivalled vigour and power through the sheer girth of his cock on her face.

Anduin could read the expression of the fire slut like an open book. "I truly am changing the word, if it creates good holes like you," he stated, earning a submissive little nod. Tilting her head back, she let his cock lay more and more across her face, yearning to feel more of its weight. The Emperor of Life had other plans. "Be it, that I should test how good a hole you are first."

Drawing his hips back, doubling the intensity of his grip on her shaven head, Anduin angled his cock and then thrust between the wine red lips. In an instant, he hilted down the upper hole of the fuck toy.

Salara went from sporadic spasms to absolutely rigid. Her hips jittered up and down, as pussy juice squirted over the stone. Her throat reverberated with intense screams. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets.

What a throat it was. Nice and tight, twitching only from the joy of having him inside her, with no gag reflex to be found. The fire elementals insides were more slippery than that of a human woman. Like her skin, the insides of her holes were slathered in an oily secretion. The heat of her mouth was just perfect, arousing Anduin's needs further, without cooking the meat he was skewering her with.

The urge to utterly dominate this new hole was all consuming. With a flicker of his mind, the Emperor of Life manifested an arcane construct behind her. A backrest, for her to be pinned against, as he fucked her face.

"GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!" the joyful squelching sounds of a good girl getting her throat abused filled the air. Each time his balls slapped against her chin, Salara squirted again. Submission to him was absolute, it was natural, it was the very purpose of her existence. Not entirely because of what she was, that only informed her that vassalage was the proper next step for the Firelands. No, what truly made her fall instantly and entirely for his man was the sheer bliss he brought her and the dominance in those blue eyes as he did it.

Salara wrapped her arms around his waist, to make sure that giant cock couldn't ever slip out of her throat. She gushed and gushed again, thick saliva dripping from her chin. 'Slave -- he's making me his slave!' she thought repeatedly.

Then he stopped, sheathed completely in one of the three holes she only had to be his woman. Time stood still for a moment, then Anduin let out a victorious groan and dumped his load in this new sex slave for the first time.

Salara turned incessant with bliss. Each spurt was affirmation of both of their life goals. He was conquering himself another powerful womb and she was finding out all about the joys of her fate. White, hot seed pumped into her belly. That was all that mattered. Milking her master.

"That's a good girl." Anduin thrust in and out of her mouth, using her tight lips to massage the last few drops out of his shaft. The two words made the new cocksleeve tighten up and more pussy juice splash on the stone. He gave her a few moments of joy, his cock stretching her throat, before gradually pulling back. Loudly, his erection popped out into the hot air. Her oily saliva refused to dry despite their dry heat.

Hard, Salara panted, her tense muscles spasming as the aftershocks of her first sexual experience settled. "Am I yours now?" she asked.

"Not quite." Anduin grabbed her by the throat and forced her on her back.

Since she had first sparked into existence, she had been the strongest entity around. Even though she struggled with all her might, testing her Master's might, she could not resist. Her back hit the stone and her hips shot up. The asphyxiation made her eyes roll up again, her pussy gush. Huge tits bounced with every jolt of ecstatic need that travelled through her. Just barely, through all of that, she managed to sense his fingers glide over her lower abdomen. Just barely, she heard his voice.

"You're mine completely once I mark you and this isn't the place for that, Salara." She shivered all over under him. Anduin grinned at her reaction to her own name. Women, at least the kind of women he so effortlessly pulled into his harem, reacted to two things most intensely: a firm hand and a loving voice. He was the greatest at delivering both, for he had no need to fake any of it. He could see into her heart and that heart was worthy of his love. All of his haremettes were and had been. If not for who they were, then for who they would be with his help.

He released Salara's throat and her eyes rolled over to the distant palace. Instinctively, she understood where the proper place to finalize her allegiance was.

The battle below was coming to an end. The intervention of Anduin's women had turned the tide once and for all. Attractive, female elementals had washed over the antiquated, threatening constructs of old. Those that didn't lay shattered, their essence returned to the Firelands, had surrendered.

"Alright then, let's go stud -- want me to crawl?" the question was completely serious, delivered with a broad grin across the fat-titted fire slut's face.

"We'll fly," Anduin decided.

The haremettes had returned and picked up the unspoken command. Quickly weaving their magics together, they raised the part of the platform they were off from the rest of it and sailed over the now calm Firelands. Within seconds, they crossed large hills and burning fields of ash. All of it was eventually replaced with the palace of glowing rock and reddish gold metals. A bridge that crossed to the isolated palace, a large courtyard filled only with flame, a long corridor surrounded by lakes of magma, then, finally, the hall of the Firelord.

It was a massive chamber, decorated with all manners of flame iconography. Everything was basked in the golden glow of liquid stone. Here, adventurers aided by Malfurion and Cenarius had slain Ragnaros, the last and original Firelord. Since then, the struggles for his position had been constant.

Surrounded by giant runes was the 'throne' of the FIrelord. Rather than a chair, it was a particularly well-situated and impressively ornated pool of lava. The location pulsed invisibly with power, power that Salara now tapped into.

As the fire elementals, old and new, poured into the room, the red-skinned woman cackled. "Listen up! Your new ruler is talking!" she declared, absorbing the title of Firelord and the control it gave her over the realm into her tall hourglass form. "This is a new age -- my Master's age! Fuck just burning things and fuck serving some dusty old gods. We'll be the servants of the biggest fucking studs around and no one else's!"

The pool of lava turned into black, volcanic glass. Where the title of throne had been figurative before, it became literal when the material shaped into an impressive, evil-looking chair. Most of it was jagged, its backrest tall and glowing from within. Only the seat itself was smooth and living flames were woven into a king of silk that cushioned it with thick layers.

Salara was about to walk towards it, when Anduin casually strolled forwards and took her seat. The clothes he had barely put on again, he dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Then serve, Fire Slave," he told her.

The other haremettes in the room audibly moaned, when his dominant voice echoed through the massive room. Old elementals were stunned into silence. The new elementals had a reaction much closer to his women, turning dripping wet in an instant. This was the man that had changed the world so much, the very elements of Azeroth changed to obey his vision.

First among them, his seed still sloshing in her stomach, Salara's legs buckled. Her long, smooth tail curved. Her moment had been taken from her and replaced with something even greater. The throne she had dreamt about was claimed by the entity that truly deserved it. The demanding gaze of his eyes were too much for her. In a climax, she dropped on all fours. Pussy juices trickling down her meaty thighs, she crawled towards him.

Legs parted wide for her arrival, Anduin let the ruler of this plane of existence take her place between them. Cupping her tits, she completely submerged his large manhood in her squishy red flesh. The orange buzzcut flickered with flames of excitement. Black and orange eyes directed up at him, she shook her massive tits up and down. The oily, slick substance that always covered her made the glistening fire elemental's breasts a perfectly fuckable valley from the first second.

"We serve this man -- the ultimate fucking st-ah-ud!" Salara shouted, her voice taxed by the tingling delight of having his manhood touch her. Snorting, she looked over her shoulder at the other fire elementals. "Well, I serve this man, you lesser ones can try to find lesser men that can try to get close to him."

That got her a wave of friendly jeers from her fellow fire elementals. 'Seems like they're of the tomboyish sort,' Anduin analysed, glancing the way the various fire elementals stood and their expressions. It wasn't universal, there were shy ones in there, petite ones, and all of the other delicious flavours of women. Most of the ones he saw, however, were like Salara: tall women with short hair, huge tits, wide hips, and a cocky grin that just asked for a man to step up to the challenge of fucking them. Not taming them, not in the truest sense anyway, that would take all the fun out of it.

"I'm his fucking vassal, his sex slave if he wants me, his cumdump at all times, his Firelady if he feels generous and his Fire Slave because I fucking love the sound of it." Anduin's gaze returned to Salara, who was back to staring up at him with ever increasing devotion. For a moment, she stopped moving, a deep orgasmic tremble going through her. Barely, she was past the highpoint, when she dutifully resumed moving. "Seriously, what kind of perfect man are you?"

"The perfect man, as my other sex slaves steadily assure me," Anduin responded with a benevolent smile. "I have to be, to be worthy of this."

"Damn straight." Salara cackled, pressed her fingers deeper into her tits, and accelerated. Up and down, her massive, hot chest bounced. She used her entire body to keep those tits in motion. Her hips rose and fell, swayed left to right, while her hands began an alternating massage of his shaft through her bags of fun and glistening softness.

Anduin clutched the armrests of his new throne, one of many that were his. "That's a good servant," he told her, his voice dreamy from an impending orgasm.

The knowledge of proper titfucking etiquette had been given to her along with those titanic tits. Accelerating further, she kept gliding the smooth, oily skin over his manhood until his shaft tensed. The head of his cock barely poked out of her cleavage, when her body made him cum the second time.

Tongue stretched out, Salara attempted to catch as much of his seed as she could. As the virile white rained down on her attractive features and tits, the deep satisfaction of having brought him to orgasm through her own action, not just the availability of her throat, settled in. It was equal to the satisfaction of having her upper lips pounded hard. Important was only the bliss of servitude.

Anduin watched as his seed adorned his newest piece of property with strands of thick white. Quivering, her dark red lips spread in a blissed-out grin, Salara scooped up some of the plentiful seed that was running down her fat tits. She brought it to her mouth, slurped it off her slender digits, gushed at the taste. "Mashtahr," she swooned, licking her fingers clean.

"That's right, you know you place." Anduin ran a hand over the soft stubbles of her buzzcut. "Do you think the other elements will have women like you?"

"Nah, no one will be like me," Salara returned with a huge grin. "They might have different flavours of submissive slut though. I think you'll like that."

"I'll find out soon enough," Anduin hummed and then gestured for the Fire Slave to stand up. "It's time for you to become mine properly." A flicker of his magic and the seed was cleaned off her glistening skin. A mild waste of her having the look of a properly used cocksleeve, but necessary for what he had in mind next. Another wave of his hand and Salara straddled him on her throne. She would sit on it when she was gone, but she would always know who it truly belonged to. What everything she had truly belonged to.

"All hail the king," Salara gasped, the engorged head of his cock pressing against her ready folds. Overflowing pussy juices trickled down his manhood, as the fire elemental lowered herself. Mouth agape, her tongue lolled out. The pleasure of gradually impaling herself on him was incomparable to having her throat used, but not that much more to having her sensitive tits serve as his fuck-cushions.

Said tits, Anduin was soon enveloped by. The red-skinned elemental curved her back and pushed the softly sloping spheres of firm heat into his face. A nipple caught between his teeth, a hand clawing into her plump ass, and the luscious force of nature plunged the rest of the way down his erection.

The tight, drenched folds of her cunt were gripping him like a vice. Spasm after spasm made her thick thighs tighten around him. Anduin allowed her the time to get used to his size, to lose herself in devotion to the cock she would spend the rest of eternity being satisfied by. There was something else he could claim in the meantime.

Grabbing her by the back of the head, Anduin pulled her down. Their lips met each other. Salara's unfocused eyes went wide, when she felt her owner's tongue invade her open mouth. She put up a fierce resistance. A fierce, token resistance, of their tongues wrestling as her multi-orgasmic enslaving truly began. The climax of the initial penetration faded, leaving her quivering with aftershocks that announced the beginning of the next.

Anduin enjoyed the conquest of her lips. She tasted delicious, like the smell of smoking meat. Her attempts to win their tongue wrestling was sluggish from pleasure. Little wiggles of her broad hips let Anduin know she had gotten used to his size now.