Who a King Must Do Ch. 69

Same was true for the woman to his left. Ysera had happened to support the first wife in her governing duties, when Anduin chose to return. Her purple lips were offered just as eagerly, the touch making her let out a muffled shout. The passionate, skillful kiss that followed made the Dream Slave so wet, her thighs glistened within seconds.

The harem had pleasured itself, in his absence, but nothing could compare to even the slightest of his touches. His dominance brought with it a feeling that none other could compare to. To receive his attention was a reward that they all craved.

First and tenth wife put their heads on his shoulders and approvingly beheld the work of their new sister slaves. Not for a split second had the zealous cock worship stopped. No grand display of his magic was worth stopping their service for. There was no greater purpose for sleeves like them than to keep licking and sucking.

Anduin put his hands on the heads of Salara and Sylpha, directing them to work the tip while Aqualia and Melie venerated the shaft. Soon, his cock tensed again. They barely managed to moved themselves into positions so all of them could be showered in his delicious seed. Cum spurted all over their faces, painting red, white, light and deep brown skin with thick ropes of white.

"I have unified the elements under my rule," Anduin announced.

""All hail our Master,"" the four elemental slaves moaned in total agreement. Rewarding orgasms rushed through them. Raised bubble butts exposed their gushing cunts for all to see, each second with their dom's hot cum on their gorgeous features was another second they spent in heaven. The marks on their body and the way he had trained them after just a day had already utterly broken any expectation for sex they had before. Anything he did to assert his authority for them had their hearts throb and their cunts overflow. A constant state of submissive glee dominated their minds, raising all the way to mindless bliss when he deemed to pay the necessary attention.

They were his sex slaves, through and through.

Anduin snapped his fingers and a myriad of tendrils sprouted from surrounding surfaces. They wrapped around the four elemental slaves, locked onto their curves like harnesses of deep purple leather. By his will, Aquila reverted to her slime form, but remained fully in the grasp of his extensions. Three elementals were lifted into the air, their every hole simultaneously stuffed by the tentacles. What had been a constant state of bliss became squirting orgasms.

Jaina and Ysera were given similar and greater honours. Cocks grew from their seats, penetrating their ready cunts in an instant. Already, there had been puddles under their smooth pussies. His presence was enough to turn any submissive woman into a breedable mess and they were not just any submissive women, they were his personal holes. Even if they only had their cunts filled, the duo still felt blessed, allowed to continuously nuzzle against their Master and please his senses with their enormous tits.

While Aquila, Al'sylpha, and Melie let out muffled screams, while their cunts constantly dripped clear pussy juices, Salara was given the greatest honour of them all. She alone knelt before his cock, immediately attending it with her mouth. She stopped when Anduin gave her a disapproving glance.

"Each of you four has a purpose -- if not by the design of fate then by my wish as your trainer. Why use your mouth when you have something so much more unique to offer?" Anduin asked the Fire Slave.

"Oh, I fucking love what you're doing to me, stud." With a cocked grin and her loins ablaze, the red-skinned woman grabbed her fat tits and lifted them into his lap. With tangible weight, they spilled over his groin and thighs, swallowing up his large cock between them. The sheer size gobbled up even her fingers, when she pressed them together.

Salara came instantly and much harder than the other three sets of holes up above. Her tits were unfathomably sensitive and serving him brought greater pleasure than getting stuffed ever could. Even giving him a handjob would be a greater delight, psychological if not physical, than being rammed by his tentacles. They were part of his will, so they felt ecstatic, doubtlessly, but there was only one true cock on her one true Master.

"The entire court sees you for what you are, Salara," Anduin told her. "What is it?"

"A pair of fat fucking tits to pleasure you! A womb to pump your seed into and a fat ass to get ploughed whenever it pleases you!" Salara screamed, her voice unsteady and aggressive from the pleasure.

"Good girl," Anduin purred and hooked a thumb into her cheek. Pearly white fangs were on fully display, while she continued to bounce her tits in his lap. She was a natural, realizing to alternate rhythms, and to sometimes use opposite motions while massaging her tits individually. His manhood was drowned in hot, soft flesh. Her monstrous tongue wrapped around his wrist. Her eyes, one gold in black, the other black in white, beheld him with absolute devotion.

Anduin let her serve, raising his eyes to the other three above. Their eyes were rolled up, orgasm after orgasm continuing to wreck their minds. As he said, each of them had a purpose -- if not by design of fate then by his wish. Salara was a pair of fat tits, Aquila had a gorgeous voice and a mouth to match, Melie was shy and traditional, and Al'Sylpha, he just knew instinctively, would make for a splendid anal slave. Tits, oral, vaginal, and anal, the four ways he trained his slaves, each of them would be best for one of them. If they hadn't been created that way, or changed in response to his world, then he would make it so. He would shape their kinks and sensitive areas to his liking, because they had given that right to him.

"Aeons ago," Anduin addressed the court, "the Titans moved the elemental planes away from Azeroth to preserve the peace on this world. They were weak, they could only defeat and contain, they could not make the elementals see the best path forwards. I have found a path for all of us and so the separation between realms is no longer necessary! The elemental thrones shall reside with me now, here in Stormwind!"

Salara was near constantly squirting at this point. Anduin's hand ran over the soft stubbles of her buzzcut. Her eyes rolled up, the sensitivity of her tits only growing further. All of her sensitivity increased further. He wasn't even doing anything magical, his sheer might was just such a turn-on. The elite of the Empire of Life behind her drummed on the tables, the submissives underneath licking clits and sucking cocks with renewed fervour.

Reaching up with his left hand, Anduin gripped something no one else could even perceive. The combined knowledge and might of his entire harem was necessary for this. The elemental knowledge acquired, the arcane might mastered, the function of the titan-made seperations between planes from Eyir, all of the balance that Shadow and Light offered, with a dash of demonic ambition in it all. Everything mixed and Anduin pulled Salara down into her own cleavage. So massive were her tits, that she could keep him fully enveloped, while her lips wrapped around the tip of his manhood.

Cum filled her mouth, spurt for spurt. Through the act of domination, his ownership of her became the ownership of mankind over all of the fire plane. With each eager gulp of his cum, with each climactic quiver tensing up her body, the Fire Slave let him shackle her realm to his. The fire elementals still there supported the change from the other side, pushing to be part of the new world.

Pulled and pushed, invited and eager to oblige, ordered and obedient, the once separated plane of existence emerged back in the prime material. All around Stormwind and the surrounding heartlands of the Empire of Life, curvaceous women of fire and passion manifested. The common public orgies, at the sudden arrival of fresh submissives, began to spread from their usual places of open loving. Those that searched for Master's put themselves on display and waited for a sufficiently confident man to make their move. Those that were to be free use sluts jumped into the arms of whoever wished to fill their holes with finger, tongue, or cock.

The nexus of this change was threefold. One was Salara, her authority given to her Master, lost in mind-shattering bliss with every bit of service she proved to offer by gulping down his monstrous load. One was Anduin, his might making all of this possible, his orgasm prolonged by the magic surging through him. The spurts eventually proved too much for Salara, her face and tits becoming decorated in yet more thick white. She kept reaching new heights of ecstasy with each drop that covered her red-black skin.

Last was the throne. A new nexus of power had to be created from the old seat of power and Anduin's chosen place of governance was the obvious choice. The throne of the Fire Slave was superimposed on the much larger structure at the head of Anduin's court for just a split second, before red veins spread through the gold and marble structure.

Barely had Anduin's orgasm finally abated, that tentacled did claim the now cum-coated fire spirit. The tendrils moved her to the side, but did not lift her high up, leaving her instead to embrace Aquila when she was placed in front of the Emperor of Life. "All hail the great breeder," the slime woman swooned, all tendrils removed from her holes.

Anduin gripped her head only because they both loved the sensation of his fingers digging into her liquid hair and pulling her down. Behind her, Salara had just enough presence of mind to embrace the smaller elemental. Red fingers penetrated the Water Slave's blue cunt, while tentacles pumped in and out of Salara's three holes.

The touch of her fellow slave may have been pleasurable, but Aquila's throat getting stuffed was far beyond that. Her body, steeped by her own volition in the sexual energies of his supreme reign, reacted to his intent to train her throat by making manifold more sensitive than it had already been. Erogenous zones were created and textures changed, until her comfort hole was as much of a second pussy as it could be without losing all the things that made a mouth different.

His cock sank deeper into her, triggering a chain of orgasms with every centimetre advanced. Tasting his stell fresh cum was simply the best, filling her with an euphoria third only to impregnation and being marked. The bottom-heavy shortie's eyes rolled up the moment the head of his cock pushed against the back of her throat. From there on out, she was just a toy, getting her cunt fingered and her mouth used like a toy.

Anduin greatly enjoyed seeing his cock progress down her hyper-sensitive comfort hole. Through her semi-translucent body, he could see more than just the bulge his rigid manhood created. Once she was all the way down, Anduin took a few seconds to enjoy the sensation of her quivering wall. He imparted on her mind a few lessons from other haremettes and soon he felt the slime walls around his cock shift, half-mimicking the tentacle-lined structure of Azshara's highly fuckable mouth.

Just staying inside her became heavenly at that point, the tightness and the writhing working together to massage every sensitive spot along his length. Lubrication was constantly being applied to the length of his shaft, stickier than that of all other girls. When he pulled out, the gooey strands that connected the base of his manhood to her lips and surrounding face did not break.

He proceeded to use her with utmost dedication. Any spots of additional sensitive along the depth of her upper hole, he found, making the slime girl a trembling, gushing mess. Behind partly closed lids, her irises trembled. The invisible pathways of magic that served as the liquid entity's muscles kept on tensing, while she added more and more to the puddle at the feet of her Master. All thoughts were washed away, leaving only a simple phrase to surface and assert itself over and over again: 'I'm Master's comfort hole! I'm Master's comfort hole! I'm Master's comfort hole!'

Aquila's face became ever more of a depraved mess, the excess lubrication adding more and more to the thick strands that stretched between then on every repeat of her throat getting stuffed. Eventually, she was a sticky display of a wonderfully curvy fuckable slime, all her feminine parts jiggling from just how hard she wanted her Master to yank her back down to her proper place as a pair of lips around the base of his shaft -- which of course was an expectation met each and every time.

Jaina and Ysera continued to ride the cocks he had made for them, themselves delivered from one orgasm to the next just by pressing their sensitive tits against his arms. They followed his usage of the Water Slave and felt his tithe upon their magical reserve. All that he wanted and more, they gave.

Pulling her down one last time, Anduin let the tendrils inside Aquila's throat massage him over the edge. Intense white, his cum surged down into her stomach. Swiftly, it was absorbed into the Water Slave's body, whose gushing turned into a true flood of pussy juice. Seconds of raw pleasure ticked away, before Anduin could concentrate on the ritual again.

From the waters of Stormwind, from the canals, lakes and rivers, rose servants. Maids, all of them, some of slime, some of ice, some of flesh (or something like it). Most showed their nature openly, some hid it for the thrill, all were elegant and fair and they joined the orgies all around, searching for those that they could pledge their eternal submission too.

Blue, the throne of the water plane flashed under the surface of Anduin's throne, before vanishing into azure veins that joined the red ones in the marble construct.

The last of the Emperor's seed was gulped down by his Water Slave. Her orgasm lasted for so much longer, the ecstasy of having been used like a cocksleeve to completion, to be a true cumdump, sustaining her prolonged bliss. Her and Salara worshipped his manhood together, for as long as they were able, before Melie was placed by the tentacled in his lap. Then, their mouths, like their other holes, were stuffed with tentacles again.

The athletic mud woman straddled her Master in all her shy, light-brown beauty. Anduin's gaze demanded swift service and so she overcame her embarrassment instantly, taken instead by her need both to serve and to be stretched by his manhood. In one swift moment, she impaled herself, squirted and screamed when the cock that she lived for filled her completely.

"MASTER! MY PERFECT BREEDER! LIFESEEDER!" Melia screamed. That her ass bounced on his lap for everyone to see did not matter. Only Anduin did. Anduin and his expectant gaze, demanding of her that she moved ever faster.

Sizable breasts swayed up and down, until Jaina and Ysera latched onto her brown nipples. Their tongues skilfully circled the sensitive nubs and Melie's voice broke into heated panting. Too much did she feel lust to vocalize properly. Especially once her Master's strong hands gripped her squishy ass.

Anduin dictated the pace at which his Earth Slave bounced. He pulled her up and down, then kept her pinned when he wanted her to wiggle those wide hips of hers. Her insides kept adjusting to massage him with all their tight softness. "Such a good sleeve," he grunted and Melia came hard at the compliment alone. Her eyes rolled up and her core sung with fulfilment.

The messaging of her insides intensified suddenly and Anduin felt his orgasm get closer and closer. Down below, Aquila and Salara were given a new task, worshipping his balls with kisses and licks while the gyrating motions of Melie brought him to completion.

Hard, the first spurt pumped into her. The Earth Slave let out a muffled shout behind a shyly raised hand. Even amidst the heights of delight, those instincts existed, and Anduin found it endearing to watch, while he filled up her womb once again. Each spurt hammered away at her pretence of propriety, until her head tilted back and she screamed with such total bliss that it overpowered all other sounds in the room.

"YEEEEEEEEEESH!" the bred slave exclaimed, every grain of her body cheering with each drop of seed received. In her mind, her glorious purpose sang with fulfilment. She kept undulating her hips -- or trying to between such intense orgasmic shivers that her balanced frame jumped up and down. She kept gushing, her pussy juice running down the throne, which shone brown with the energy of the third elemental plane being bound back into real space.

Orgies all over the Emperor's domain escalated yet further, the breeding-obsessed, fertile earth elemental manifesting and joining their kin in friendly rivalry for the attention of the best men. Swiftly, the infrastructure of the Empire of Life was reacting to the unexpected arrivals. Those that specialized in that sort of thing, be it 'slave traders' or 'matchmakers', put together makeshift booths for those that wished to find new additions to their families among the dripping wet submissives among the chaos of the ongoing engagements. Many found their match in the waiting lines, the space between where the new sluts and their masters lined up too short to not eye-fuck and then actually fuck each other. Once an elemental had found a master, she was loyal to death. The free use sluts continued to make themselves available, slowly getting corralled towards Slaveforge or comparable, local institutions.

The throne was ornamented with a third set of lines, the same light brown as Melie's body. The mud woman's cunt pulsed, wringing every last drop out of her Master, while her lips twitched. A gooey smile dominated her face, her eyes rolled near aimless behind half-closed lids. Anduin lifted her off his cock and had her holes stuffed with tentacles before his seed could flow out from her agape cunt.

Sylpha barely noticed she was being moved and she did not realize that it was her turn until his manhood already pushed against her backdoor. Probing tendrils had widened her sphincter, but nothing could truly prepare her for the true heat and girth of his manhood. It had not even been an hour since he had conquered her and the memory was still fresh, but no memory could ever compare to the genuine thing.

Like those before her, her body reacted to his proclamation of which of her holes should be her 'preferred' one by making it so. Sylpha had known that her backdoor was sensitive, she was a crafted cocksleeve for the perfect Master's perfect world, after all, but just having her sphincter stretched by his iron rod was making her climax.

Anduin listened to the sweet, debauched cries of the Air Slave and of all those others in the room. Sluts all around were taken with growing vigour. High-ranking elementals had manifested in the throne room itself and the usual taboo of proper sex among the attendees was lifted by the circumstances. All around, fire, water, and earth elementals of the highest order were integrated into the Stormwind hierarchy in the form of slaves, sluts, and servants. There was more than one living calamity among them and yet all surrendered instantly to the cocks of their eternal masters.

Loudest of all, besides Sylpha, were the five other women around Anduin. Endless orgasms kept the hips of the three elementals, Jaina, and Ysera rolling. Their lips caressed whatever of his skin he could reach. Particularly his neck and inner thighs kept getting showered. All the while, the tightness of Sylpha's asshole enveloped more and more of him.

The dark-skin over her bubble butt was taut. The twin spheres kept trembling with every orgasm she experienced just by sliding down, but never lost their impressive roundness. Anduin put his hands on her broad hips and urged her along. Just the touch of his fingers was enough to make her light green eyes roll up and for her to squirt.