Who a King Must Do Ch. 72

One more thrust and he pumped her womb full of cum. Each spurt was pure bliss, as if it was his first orgasm he had in a while. 'I love these women,' Anduin thought, his touch turning from dominating to gentle. While his seed filled her, he caressed the side of the goblins face. He would treat her to some non-sexual bonding tomorrow.

For tonight, he still was not satiated.

Anduin entered his quarters. He could not say he was surprised when the entrance door lead directly into his bedroom. Neither was he fully surprised when, at the top of the three-levelled harem bed, laid the two women that had fully committed him on this path.

Jaina, first of his wives, a young crush turned a new kind of love, laid on her back and smiled at her Master. Her enormous breasts were just as firm as the rest of her skin was taut, her youthful appearance nubile, gorgeous, and ready to receive him. A golden strand wove through the silver of her hair. Wide hips and thick thighs swung out under a narrow waist.

Tyrande, first of his slaves, a legendary figure turned humble, bred, submissive, and delighted, all from an offer she herself had made. Whether the wish of a pervert or the vision of a priestess that had known that there was more to the young king than had met the eye, it did not matter. The turquoise hair was as wild as wavy, her tall form was less curvaceous than the woman she laid next to. Her breasts were humbled, her waist not quite as curved, her hips not quite as wide. She was the prime example of a more fit and athletic body type.

Both women extended their arms towards Anduin. ""Welcome home, Master,"" the women, so different and yet so unified, spoke in unison. ""Take us, if it pleases you.""

"It pleases me," Anduin answered in a purr. He left Mizzy and Baela on the lowest level of the bed, let Fenella claim up to the higher level with him, but had none of them follow him all the way to the centre. The uppermost level alone was big enough for over twenty people to sleep spread out and so there was plenty of room to have an additional body pull Fenella aside, to fuck her while he claimed the last two sex slaves he had not yet fucked that day. Mizzy and Baela got to share their own cock down below, a third Anduin spawning at the ease of a thought.

Anduin bowed down, his hands gliding lovingly through silver and blue-green hair. He pulled Tyrande into a kiss, then Jaina, then both. Their tongues met one another. Deference was paid to the Master, but the haremettes loved each other plenty. When Anduin pulled back, he did so to the scene of them making out.

Around them, moans multiplied. Anduin pulled at the strings of his magic, on the marks that connected all of them, and one by one the other haremettes were summoned into his presence. They were all still cock drunk from earlier in the day. Even when they had largely recovered, it took only a moment of exposure to remind them of what state he wanted them in.

Shandris and Aclysia appeared next to each other, a body of Anduin immediately putting them into a 69 position. He fucked Aclysia's cunt, then Shandris' mouth. Back and forth like that, for as long as he pleased.

Simultaneously, he laid down and pulled Tyrande above him. "Thank you for the honour, Master," the first of his slaves swooned, straddling him. Crying loudly, she impaled herself on his cock. "Ah, yes! The cock... the true cock I always wanted!" she shouted, for all of the harem to agree with. Jaina chuckled, playing with her husband's hair. Laying besides him, she offered him her tits to play with and squeeze. An offer he took readily.

Valeera, Vanessa and Maiev appeared. All three were on their knees. All three had their throats immediately stuffed by the additional bodies waiting for their arrivals. They gushed all over the freshly cleaned bedsheets, when their faces were fucked.

Tyrande, quivering from her first set of orgasms, rose from her Master's crotch on his signal. He turned to Jaina, first making out with her, then getting on top of her. Missionary was as plain as it was traditional. He penetrated her swiftly and her back arched, pressing her enormous tits against his chest.

Xal'atath and Valtrois were summoned and fell over each other, to provide their Master with the pleasure of their debauched cries. They wound and stretched with cat-like elegance in the sapphic embrace, fingering and licking each other as they pleased.

Anduin pulled out and presented his cock. Tyrande and Jaina were there before he had finished repositioning himself. Long tongues glided up and down his manhood, tasting every centimetre before they started taking turned deepthroating. Eyelids already fluttered, both sex slaves effortlessly made to cum by the man they surrendered to.

Fenella, Mizzy, and Baela found themselves ultimately serving one of Anduin's clones together. They 'buried' their much taller Master under their squishy curves, dragging their large assets all over him. Mizzy rode him reverse cowgirl, showing off her nice and plush ass.

Now straddling Jaina's chest, Anduin made his first wife envelope his erect manhood. She was all to eager to oblige. For as much as she loved getting pounded, using those massive tits her pregnancy had gifted her with as always her favourite. He glided back and forth effortlessly and she moaned loudly for his amusement.

Yrel, Vereesa, and the Eredar Twins manifested. A high elf stuck between a draenei and two of her fallen kin, yet none of them had as much as a word of spite to offer one another. The only spit that flew came from how eager they were to compliment each other between aggressive make out sessions. The harem loved itself, as the Master had decreed.

Jaina was all quivers and ragged breaths, and so Anduin decided to give her a pause. Tyrande loosened from his back, having hugged him tightly, and bend over. She loved getting her cunt filled first and foremost, but Anduin had an easy time cleaning himself, so why not fuck her ass for a little bit? Her sphincter parted readily, her pussy dripped, and she thanked him for every thrust.

Modera and Liadrin appeared. Two women that had scarcely known each other before all of this, now tied almost literally at the hip, as a double-cocked version of Anduin stacked them and penetrated their wet folds simultaneously. Mage and Slave Knight screamed, unified underneath him.

Finding that pose pleasing, Anduin decided to mimic it on Tyrande and Jaina. The taller night elf was put at the bottom, and began to suckle on the bottomless tits of the first wife for the brief moment before they were penetrated. Then, the intensity of the pounding made them scream too much to pay much mind to anything else.

Tess, Ysera, Chromia, Alexstrasta, Stellagosa, and Onyxia were teleported in the room. They all faced one another in a circular position, staring right into each other's lust-blanked faces as various additional bodies of the perfect Master penetrated all of their backdoors in unison. Their cries echoed loudly, joining the others.

It was Jaina's turn to ride him and she chose to do by squatting over his twitching cock. "Sooooo, endurrrrrring," Jaina purred, multi-orgasmic aftershocks making her descend jittery. He had not yet cum once and here she was struggling to align her asshole properly with his cock. Once she had managed to get the tip inside, she swiftly descended. Reverse anal cowgirl was always a sight to behold. Her pale, bouncy butt jiggled with each depraved slap of flesh against flesh.

Thalyssra and Eyir first engaged with each other, then were lifted into the air by a nest of tentacles Anduin had summoned. All of their holes were simultaneously penetrated. They were given no quarter, only ecstasy.

Jaina collapsed, leaving Anduin to clean his cock with the click of his fingers. Magic could have been enough, by why not let Tyrande have a second go at it? The night elf took her Master's cock into her throat eagerly, as if it had been hours since she had last gotten to do so. Her wild mane flew with each enthusiastic bob. There was no higher religious idol to the priestess. Elune herself would likely agree in due time. Tyrande knew her goddess was scheming to make herself a body and join her Master's harem in due time. Any wise woman would have tried to do so.

Xal'Sytha and Tealia, Azshara and Salara. A corrupted dryad, a knight empowered by the light, they served together as another Anduin's readily available set of holes. The queen of an underwater realm, the slave that governed the realm of fire, the latter used her massive tits to provide pleasure to her Master's extension while the formed used her unusual mouth to caress his sack with all the veneration she had for the origin of the worthiest of seed. Opposites, yet so clearly united in purpose.

The competitive spirit was invoked. Jaina laid down on her back and opened her mouth wide. The invitation was clear and Anduin took it, watching his cock make her throat bulge. Tyrande took the challenge and laid down in the same fashion next to the white-blonde. Back and forth, he fucked their faces.

Aquila, Melia, and Al'Sylpha, the remaining three elemental slaves, were summoned, to all be pinned down by the throat and fucked like true cocksleeves. They shouted every word of agreement they could think of, before their minds once more were snuffed out by the flow of endless bliss.

Jaina showed a victorious smirk, the double tit job they were now giving going clearly in the much better endowed women's favour. Tyrande shower a victorious smirk, the double ass job that followed giving the sculpted night elf the chance to return the favour.

Calia and Sally prayed to Light and Shadow, and their prayers were heard in the form of three of their Master's bodies taking them. They each rode one cock, while together worshipping a third with mouth and hands. Nothing was more important than pleasing him, than serving him -- absolutely nothing.

Anduin put Tyrande and Jaina shoulder to shoulder, now present with two bodies at the centre of the bed as well. All competition was forgotten immediately. The two sex slave's had their fingers intertwine, while their cunts were once more filled. Neither of them thought who got the honour of the original, for there was no differentiating that anymore. Anduin was truly present in each and every manifestation of himself in the room. He had ascended past the boundaries of being a singular entity. He was their Master, across all of space and time.

'Such is the absurdity of the power he has gathered,' Sylvanas thought. The revived elf stood at the corner of the bed. No woman had been summoned with her, no Master for her to please, and so she had the moment to think, the moment to reflect. A little sliver of irked pride reminded her of who she had been not too long ago, of the ambitions she had had. Her life was returned to her, there was no need for her to suffer this humiliation, she could have...

She could have what? Given this up?

Sylvanas pushed aside that bothersome fragment of a woman she did not want to be. In that exact moment, Anduin placed a hand on her shoulder from behind. Her whole body shuddered in delight, her greyish blue skin flushing with fresh heat, when he bowed down to her ear. "You're a good girl, Sylvanas."

"Thank you, Master!" she preened, like only a happy submissive could. In a whirl, she was shoved against the wall and her asshole penetrated. "Yes, use my every hole, Anduin!" she encouraged him.

On and on, the moans went. Every last slave felt their Master slowly reach the point of no return. They yearned for it. They marvelled at his stamina. He felt every last one of his bodies as one. When he was almost over the edge, he let them fell each other the same way.

The harem came. The harem could not stop cumming. All their pleasure synchronized, there was no difference between having 37 sluts or one. The willing sex slaves screamed. They moaned. They came. They came. They came again and again.

Finally, he did.

All of the world was unified in bliss. The harem was filled with his seed. The harem's wombs were painted white. The harem's backdoors were filled to the brim. Cum guzzled down the harem's gullets. Semen was swirled by the harem's tongues, swallowed when they were allowed to, shared or longer presented when they were not. The harem was covered with his cum.

Anduin came and came, until he felt a moment of true satisfaction. One by one, his bodies disappeared, leaving only two, looking down at Tyrande and Jaina, all cock drunk and twitching, then one, who laid down between them.

For five minutes, there was just ragged breathing. Slowly, ever so slowly, they recovered. The order of the bed's levels was broken, all of his harem climbing up to him. Curves cleaned by magic, they all cuddled up to one another, tried to be as close to him as possible. Exhaustion and relief made them all tired. Anduin yawned and closed his eyes. His arms laid around his first slave and first wife.

This was how every day would go. He would push the world along to prosperity. They would all do their part where they had to and stay their hand where they did not. They would foster a world where everyone achieved their individual perfection, as close to them as possible. For those that lived at this moment and for all those that came after them.

They were happy with that. They were happy with each other. This was it.

The End.