Who a King Must Do Ch. 72

The glade itself was covered in soft grass. An unremarkable look, but only because the soil here was filled with such ready magic that it could be reshaped with the ease of a thought. Portals to each of the sanctum of the dragon flights surrounded the edge of the clearing.

Anduin snapped his fingers and the four mighty dragonesses dropped to their knees. Good girls that they were, they followed him on all fours, asses wiggling. Azshara, Ysera, and Onyxia were most certainly in the 'fat ass' category, although the first and the last outclassed the centre one. Ysera could almost be called slender, by comparison, but that would have belied the actual slender one of the quartet, Stellagosa, and her pale grace.

Grace put entirely in the service of crawling in the most alluring way possible. Grace, in many parts, surrendered by all four of them. Long tongues hung from agape mouths, pussies became sopping wet within seconds, and they panted like proper sex slaves do, turned on extremely by their chance to obey.

Reaching the centre of the clearing, Anduin wove himself a recliner through druidic magic. A resting place of moss and flexible branches, for him to relax on. "I crave the service of tits," he said.

The four sex slaves did not even exchange glances. Immediately going into motion, Alexstrasza crawled to the left of Anduin, Onyxia to the right, and Ysera straddled his legs. With well, understood motions, the trio squished their tits together.

Ysera's breasts were large, a fact that only put into perspective just how enormous the breasts of the other two participants were. The purple skin of the Dream Slave was only about a fifth in an ocean of soft, pliable tit flesh that surrounded Anduin's cock. Onyxia's pale chest came in a close second, but it could not be denied that Alexstrasza's light brown, reddish-tinged cleavage was dominant.

The three sex slaves cupped their tits and arched their backs, trying their beast to build up the necessary bit of pressure to make this more than a pleasantly hot, soft embrace. They drooled, adding fresh lubrication to his cock, making their enormous tits glisten as they glided up and down. They compensated well for the different sizes and soon had worked out a way to make the distribution between them almost even.

After a few minutes of unified service, they sacrificed that look by moving more individually. They gasped and moaned, his cock getting shifted between them. All the while, Stellagosa stood patiently by Anduin's side, ready to read his every wish from his lips. Her hands were folded behind her back, as to emphasize both his mark on her womb and how much her pussy dripped from his presence.

As great as the delight was he took from all of this, Anduin noticed a lack of euphoria in the air. Ysera was, plainly, not as experienced in nor as enthusiastic about using her tits to get him off. Obviously she loved it, obviously she was cumming, she was a good girl after all, but Alexstrasza and Onyxia were two of his tit slaves. The duo had to concentrate on binding the third in and that diminished their enjoyment -- which in turn diminished Anduin's.

"Ysera come here," Anduin ordered.

If the Dream Slave knew about the why he was calling her aside, she was not hurt. Why would she complain about her Master doing what was his purpose? He commanded about the where, when and how he wanted his cocksleeves and she obeyed. Ysera soon stood opposite of Stellagosa, both of them swooning and gushing visibly, when he placed a hand on their rears and kneaded.

He pulled them close, kissed, smacked and massaged those round butts, while down below the two tit slaves proved why they were among his favourite when it came to this kind of pleasure. In a unison previously unthinkable, dark and red haired woman reached across to cup the other's tits. Kneading the enormous bags of pliable squish, they alternated the level of pressure Anduin experienced between their now tightly pressed cleavages.

Huge tits pancaked, hiding his cock completely between their firm roundness. Smooth skin was slippery with precum and drool. Still the sex slaves tongues hung well past their chins. Depraved, flustered eyes of amber dashed between the rare glimpses of the head of his cock and his eyes.

Their previous orgasms, light by standards of the harem, were replaced with gushing, squirting, messy affair they were used to. Their owner's cock pulsed hot and hard between their sensitive tits and the duo could not but be euphoric about it.

Ysera and Stellagosa moaned, happy for their sister slaves. Pussy juices ran down their long legs, while Onyxia and Alexstrasza soiled the ground with climax after climax. They accelerated the pace, despite orgasmic shudder. Master's enjoyment was all that mattered and in fulfilling that mantra, they just made themselves orgasm harder.

The dragonesses met for a passionate kiss. They squeezed each others tits. Their hips worked in flawless unison, continuing to make their mounds of womanhood glide up and down along the length of his shaft. While they basked in his rigid manhood, he felt like he was melting into an ocean of luscious softness.

Anduin groaned and the kiss immediately broke. The dragon slaves screamed and tilted their head backs, their bodies reacting to his impeding orgasm with a rush of lust, that reached its zenith when the first spurt of seed gushed from their combined cleavage.

White rained down on their gorgeous faces and fat tits. Each rope of hot seed was accompanied by a renewed scream, a renewed moan. The tit slaves rubbed up and down, only stopping when the quivering of the cock reduced to a soft tensing and relaxing. At that point, they rode out the grandiose finale of their series of orgasms.

"Stella," Anduin said a single word and the balance shifted. Onyxia and Alexstrasza pulled away, the former laying down in the grass, the latter moving so her tits squished against the bottom's face, while lowering her own lips to the cleavage of the black dragoness. With long, eager laps, they licked the cum off each other.

Stellagosa first moved towards his legs, to straddle them before applying her comfort hole, but Anduin had other plans. Casually picking her up, he used a few tendrils to manoeuvre her in the wanted position. Upside down, the blue-haired cocksleeve was placed with her lower lips in reach of her owner's tongue, and her lower lips where they belonged.

Hot and tingly, the throat of the pale woman enveloped his cock. Arcane might manifested as pleasant little discharges along the length of his throat-bulging manhood. Tentacles melted with her collar, giving Anduin complete control over her movements. Vibrating moans joined the tingles.

Gushing before he did as much as put a finger on her, squirting once he penetrated her with his tongue, Stellagosa climaxed like a proper set of holes should. She was in heaven, bound to her owner, shackled by lust and love like the sex slave she was. She was barely even allowed to breathe. Sucking cock came first, air second.

More tendrils wrapped around the crystal horns of the Arcane Slave. An extra point of leverage, that Anduin used to direct the passionate bobbing of the comfort hole. Stellagosa needed no guidance, but he loved giving it to her, to take from her the choice, and for her to obey.

Her pert butt was squishy under his fingers. To be a slender woman among Anduin's harem, indeed among the woman of his empire, was to have a bubble butt anyway. There was no one among his women that weren't at the peak of their attractiveness and fertility. They would all remain that way forever. His menagerie of eager submissives to breed and fuck over and over again. To train, to discover new things, and to dominate.

Fixing her head in place, Anduin thrust up into her at a rapid pace. Each time he hammered into the depth into her throat was accompanied by the satisfying "GLACK!" of a proper face fuck. The sounds by his crotch were matched by the squirts filling his mouth with her sweet juices. She was delicious and she just kept on cumming. Her pale pink insides spasmed along the rest of her. Long, luscious legs pressed into the side of Anduin's head.

He gave her ass a loud smack, then casually extended his hand to the left. Naturally, he found Ysera's dripping wet cunt. She, too, gushed. As soon as fingers sunk into her, the Dream Slave was cumming. "Master!" she shouted her love for him. "Oh, Master, your every touch is my delight!"

A hum approximating agreement came from Stellagosa's throat. That was all she managed though. The blue-haired cocksleeve had her head bound in place by various tentacles, allowing her just enough space that she could deal with the hard impacts of Anduin's thrusts. Had she known that her life would end up like this, she would have begged the Bronze Dragonflight to take her forwards in time years ago.

Anduin got closer and closer. The rapid pace reached its zenith. His hips settled on the soft moss, the tendrils shoved Stellagosa down. Her eyes had long since rolled up. Her eyelids fluttered. A smile twitched around the corners of her vacuum tight lips. She sucked. The walls of her throat vibrated, tingled, and shifted. She came one more time from the presence from his cock, then another time from the work of his tongue, and then, finally, the world went white when his seed pumped into her.

Each spurt into a trained and talented comfort hole like her was pure satisfaction. Her spasms manifested as little motions of her neck, massaging his manhood as cum flooded her. Her lips relaxed and tightened in perfect unison with the rhythmless spasms of his cock, until the last of his seed was inside her.

The tendrils released her. Stellagosa slowly, wonderfully slowly, glided up, until his practically clean cock popped out of her blue lips. 'Thank you for the honour, Master,' she wanted to swoon, but all that came out was a cockdrunk: "Thaanksh."

Anduin chuckled, then made Stellagosa roll off him, joining the little pile of Alexstrasza and Onyxia, who had included Chromie in the meantime.

"Reverse cowgirl," Anduin gave his order to the last of the dragon slaves. Ysera started to move at the first word and he was inside a woman again within five seconds of leaving Stellagosa's mouth.

"Master," Ysera moaned with all the proper veneration and relief. Eyelids fluttered, while the Dream Slave fulfilled her primary purpose of being a tight hole around her owner's manhood. The tingling of orgasmic relief grew in the depth of her stomach. Deeper and deeper, she sank. The speed of her enthusiastic descend was only limited by the snug grip of her hole.

Only when her bubble butt squished against the hard muscles of his abdomen, did Ysera experience her climax. Anduin's cock twitched inside her, while the purple-haired set of holes screamed out in bliss. The wet and clingy hole spasmed more intensely than the rest of her. Walls shifted around his cock.

"Such a perfect cunt," Anduin groaned and smacked Ysera's ass. It jiggled from the heavy impact, spreading down her thighs, then, indirectly, to her tits when the pain made her jump. The sting joined the hot rush of pleasure, making the hole she serviced her Master with tighten like a vice and gush like a broken faucet.

"Thank you, Master," Ysera swooned. She forced herself to raise her wide hips, to plop back down, to bestow upon her owner the pleasure he deserved. "Thank you for allowing me to be your toy. Thank you for bringing me back into this world. Thank you for filling me with your life-seeding cum every day."

Each sentence was accompanied by a slow ascend and ended with a rapid drop. Loud and wet, their sexes met. Ysera did not merely impale herself, she well and truly dropped down. When she rode him, she had to fight every last of her instincts to keep that perfect cock in the depths of her dripping wet hole. Only her training as a proper sex slave let her overcome these nymphomaniac desires, these selfish needs to keep orgasming from the delight of having the Master of the world inside her.

PLAP! The sound echoed when the instincts won and she plunged back down. She screamed in raw euphoria. Each moment he was inside her was a blessing. Each time she rammed him back into her depths was a renewed climax that nothing else could stir. Around them, the other dragonesses were winding, trying to achieve an echo of the pleasure they had felt when it had been their turn to be used.

SMACK! Another spank echoed through the forest. The pain rushed through Ysera, making her throw her head back and squirt all over the mossy lounger. The Dream Slave gyrated her hips, temporarily incapable of overcoming her worse inclinations. She remembered her place soon and, as apology, began to ride her Master with reckless abandon.

Anduin loved the sight of her bubble butt swaying. Each rapid up and down had the twin globes of sweat-glistening softness rise, then fall, flatten, and ripple. It was a hypnotic sight of the highest order, more powerful than any mind control magic could have been. Ysera's fat ass kept on bouncing, until Anduin grabbed her hips.

Ysera steadied herself, but nothing could prepare a woman for when her Master fucked her as he desired. Hard and fast, he thrust up into her. The pace was rapid enough to keep the air out of her lungs. "Ma-a-a-aa-a-a-aAA--aaaaa--AAAAAAAHs-s-s-s-ss-s-stteee---eeeeEEEEEER!" she screamed, her pussy exploding with wave after wave of squirting pussy juice.

Ysera's eyes rolled up behind half-closed lids. The ecstasy put her into a deeper trance than any dream. She was getting hammered into one chain of climaxes that just remained at the peak at all times. Her tits quivered from the rapid usage of her tight hole. Fulfilment. This was fulfilment for her. The fulfilment of her purpose as a snug hole for her Master to cum inside off.

And he did.

His cum pumped up into her, making the equalized chain of climaxes pale in comparison. Ysera drooled, her long tongue hanging loosely from her deep purple lips. She was gushing. She was silent. There was no sound that could express the sensation of his cock tensing inside her over and over again.

Anduin grunted, her wals doing all they could to massage every last drop out of him. The Dream Slave milked him of all the remaining lust he had at that moment, taking it all inside her womb.

Once his orgasm had abated, he lifted Ysera off of his hips and placed her among the other cock drunk sluts. They made for a delightful pile, none of them capable of another thought than either getting his attention or licking his cum out of or off other women.

Anduin rolled his shoulders. He considered taking them all for a second round, but there were other placed to check on and other sex slaves to use.

He had a duty to satisfy them all.

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Anduin found himself in the sleaziest part of his city. Naysayers of the new world order would say that this would imply Slaveforge, where nude sluts pranced around to be used by whatever dom's fancy they caught. That place was as clean as the rest of Stormwind. Hygiene was taken very seriously in the Empire of Life. Their lifestyle demanded a strict observance of certain codes, which the people were all too happy to follow in order to maintain their current lifestyle in perpetuity.

The sleaziest part of Stormwind was, indeed, found in the guts of its underground waterways. Between drain pipes and waste basins, both fully modernized with magic to deal with the unpleasantries of densely urbanized areas swiftly, were the many chambers and networks that had been created by unsavoury elements.

Smugglers, thieves, and traffickers, all of them had existed since the beginning of civilization. Everyone had thought they always would in some form or another, including Anduin in the early stages of his conquest. However, the Emperor of Life had exceeded his own wildest expectations.

The chambers were now filled with people enthusiastic about certain roleplays. There were still many that had previously used these chambers for illegal operations, but they had simply no customers. There was no need to smuggle when everything was cheap and available, no need to steal either, and trafficking had been cracked down on in the harshest possible manner.

What remained of these tunnels was therefore filled with those that enjoyed a certain thrill or aesthetic. Those that enjoyed being 'drugged and broken' in the dark corner of a dank cellar. There was nothing illegal about the substances in play nor the situation at large. Anyone could grab a free use slut from Slaveforge or one of their personal slaves to enact their plays down here.

Anduin, who was an enjoyer of many flavours of sex, was no exception.

"We've been expecting you, 'perfect Master'," Valeera purred. The golden-eyed blood elf twirled a dagger between her slender fingers, while leaning against a rough, wooden table. Various documents, magical items, and maps were scattered about it. Stormwind no longer had an underworld, and Valeera was here to make sure it stayed that way, utilizing the SI7, Stormwin's intelligence agency as her precision tool.

"You rarely make it down to our little corner," Tess agreed. The queen of Gilneas rubbed her husband's shoulders lovingly. Her hands were covered in leather gloves, while he was fully naked. The brunette had always had a knack for working in the shadows and was Valeera's secondary assistant, a bridge between them and the high society that would sponsor a potentially ascendant underworld. "I hope you find our hospitality satisfying?"

"I think the seat could be more comfortable," Anduin answered in a relaxed tone, shifting on the simple wooden chair. "I also don't care much for the bindings." He 'struggled' against the rope around his wrists. It was thick, rough, and would not have withstood a genuine attempt to escape for more than a split second. "At least the cocksleeve is of proper quality."

Vanessa moaned at the compliment. Valeera's primary assistant had her pink lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. A true genius of the underworld and former leader of the Defias Brotherhood, Vanessa knew all about early warning signs for gang related activities. The three of them were staying sharp. Even if there was no underworld right now, even if the prosperity made the forming of one unlikely, they had to stay vigilant. A garden had to be carefully maintained. Their skills had to remained polished -- just like the head of his cock inside the black-haired woman's throat.

"Well, let's hope that she can be of service enough to extract some answers from you," Valeera hummed and snapped her fingers. Immediately, Vanessa glided back of up his shaft, slurping lewdly as she went.

"This toy isn't skilled enough with her mouth to make me talk," Anduin continued to play along.

"Oh, we know," Valeera purred and grabbed one of the bottles off the table. "We have our tricks, however."

Sashaying across, flanked by her assistants upon her arrival, Valeera uncorked the pink vial and poured its viscous contents on Anduin's cock. The slimy liquid coated his cock. At first it was cool, then it rapidly turned into a growing hotness. His already prominent erection seemed to swell further. "Vile fiend!" he declared in faux desperation. "What have you done?"

"Refined Slutstud," Valeera explained, running her fingers along the inside of the vial's opening. Little traces of the liquid stuck to the digit, only to be spread over her lips. The red colour of her mouth seemed to grow even more intense, rising from her pale skin. "Quite the... stimulating thing, wouldn't you say?" she moaned, already flushing from the little touch.

Anduin's cock was pulsing, his breath quickened, and he growled. "You'll never break me. You're my property, not the other way around!"