Who a King must do Chapter 7 – Fall of the Wild West…fall (Patreon)

Westfall was a land of brown. Romantic farmers often claimed it was a land of gold, but really it was a land of brown. All overpowering brown from the crops that farmers forced out of the ground. The thing about Westfall was that it wasn’t even the most fertile of Stormwind’s provinces. That title went squarely to the Elwynn Forest. However, Westfall still produced the majority of Stormwind’s grain.

This was thanks to the other things provided in Stormwind’s provinces. Elwynn and Duskwood both produced lumber and rather than putting up fields in the resulting bare areas, there was a longstanding culture (particularly towards the east) of planting new trees. In Redridge they concentrated on fishing and driving back the dangers coming from the surrounding areas, especially the Burning Steps.

Westfall’s soil wasn’t good at growing trees, particular the kind strong enough to be used for building. The waters off and the coast itself was murloc infested. The only thing Westfall had was a lot of barren land that was mediocre for farming. So, the reason why it was the biggest soil producer of the kingdom was solely because it used its entire, fairly flat surface to that end.

This was all about to change now that Anduin was here though. He stood atop the tower at the heart of Sentinel Hill, the fortress in the area painfully erected by dragging stones from Stormwind’s mines all the way to here. They would have used the Moonbrooks mines instead, but that was the Defias centre of operation with the infamous Deadmines at their very heart.

He was going to travel to the city, the only settlement in Westfall that had really deserved that title before being ruined, in the next few days. The Light would guide them in their search for anymore spies and deviants and then the Defias would finally fade into obscurity.

‘Just destroying the birth of the people’s rage will not quell it,’ Anduin thought, looking further north until his eyes hit a pillar of light, trees, houses and chunks of soil tumbling through the air around it. The Raging Chasm, a scar left on the land from the Cataclysm. It had the shape of a giant sinkhole, for why there was a pillar of light attached to it, nobody knew and many investigations were made.

Anduin didn’t know either, but he saw in that unworked sinkhole an opportunity to stroke many giants with one swipe. He turned around to look at the gathered night elves and Gilneans. Both were clothed and stood in military order. When called to duty, it was expected of soldiers to keep their discipline, which, due to the promises of IOYs (I own you) bonds was higher than ever and still rising. Stormwind must have had the most elite military in the world now, even outclassing Lordaeron in its prime.

It also helped that all of those soldiers already had sex today and balls, unlike stomachs, were a good thing to serve empty on. Sadly, Anduin could not think of a similarly common saying for the women in his army. A scratched itch makes a soldieress fit? No, he wouldn’t try to popularize that one. Perhaps he should leave such a thing to Tyrande, her people’s elite warrior class, the sentinels, were entirely women after all.

None of that was related to the plans at hand though. Valeera, invisible to everyone else around, raised an eyebrow at him. He still hadn’t fucked her, the situation in the cart had never felt right, and once they arrived he had been in constant motion. “Listen and listen closely. The list of instructions I shall now give you will be the lifeblood of a rejuvenated Westfall. I want you to…”

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Moonbrook was a ghost city. Not that it was entirely devoid of life, it just had more houses from its peak than then people around needed. Not that the people around were particularly pleasant fellows, with few exceptions this was a hive of scum and villainy.

Now, it was also surrounded by a siege ring of heavily armed Stormwind knights and mages. They were there to make sure nobody got away. “Make sure to watch these points,” Anduin commanded a specialized battalion of spies and scots, handing them a map. It marked the endpoints of evacuation tunnels in the area. Produced by a combined effort by Valeera and the SI:7, Stormwind’s intelligence service, that map allowed them to make this siege absolutely effective.

Anduin’s goal wasn’t to starve them out, however, he was anxiously waiting for a signal to storm into the city with his elite guard. The goal wasn’t just to smash the Defias, they had reformed once and they would do it again, it was to decapitate the beast while also destroying its footing. Valeera was working on the former, the High King had put the groundworks for the latter.

A sudden explosion of dark smoke, that was the signal. “Follow me!” he declared, raising Shalamayne while putting his horse into motion. The signal flags his accompanying officer rose relayed to the rest of the army that they were to stay put and close the siege ring behind him.

To the Defias hiding behind hastily made barricades made from tipped over carts, crates and whatever else they could find, several fear-inducing sights were given. First was that very siege ring. In this time of the year, Westfall was often subject to heatwaves and that was such a day. Seeing the steel-clad knights standing in the sweltering heat, making the air itself waver, in a perfect semi-circle with equal gaps between each showed the band of lowlifes what true discipline looked like.

Next was the equipment they had. Stormwind had always been one of the more well-equipped kingdoms, but with its ascended economy the amount of money Anduin had to spend on military was so absurd basically everyone had his armour heavily enchanted and tailored to their liking. While that broke up the perfectly uniform appearance of the army somewhat, with the differing runes and what-not, everyone with half a mind knew they were dealing with an army that would go down as legend.

Lastly was the High King himself. Anduin had exchanged the lion themed plate after getting fashion advice from all of his ladies. They had called it, especially the helmet, ‘frankly ridiculous’ and that was a consensual opinion amongst all three of them. The sentinel, the arch mage and the High Priestess had thus gone to the crafters themselves, knowing Anduin’s measurements down to the girth of his biceps.

The result was a much less decorated but more stylish piece of tri-colour armour. The thick plates were of a sleek look and were dominated by gold. In keeping with his recent changes, the secondary colour was a deep purple, especially taking hold of his armguards and boots. Pieces of blue cloth shone with heavy enchantments, making the plate even sturdier and Anduin himself stronger and faster. All of it laid over a layer of brown griffon leather, in itself enough protection to ward off arrows from but the most skilled of hunters.

It didn’t stop at his armour or the armoured horse he rode into battle, it also extended to the aura of holy fury around him. Ever since accepting the power of Light and Shadow, Anduin had become that more adapt in actual combat, his true potential was unlocked.

“THROW FIREBALLS, YOU FOOLS!” one of the commanding Defias finally managed to snap out of the paralysis of awe but none of the mages managed to react before Anduin’s horse jumped. Jumped and on the paladin king’s back sprouted wings of Light, his horse sailed over the barriers like they weren’t even there, leaving a trail of gold behind it that his twenty elite guards trampled over like a solid bridge.

The Defias didn’t set after the High King after that display. Instead, the immediately stopped chanting their spells. One of them pulled down the red headscarf they wore and mumbled. “Well, think they hand some of the ugliest night elven whores to prisoners with a good track record?” he joked with a strained voice before making his way from behind the card with raised hands.

He had said that jokingly, but the man wasn’t aware that: A, there were indeed super-masochistic night elves degrading themselves to cum buckets that prisoners with a good track record were allowed to gang bang (Of course, they weren’t granted a personal night each, there was only so much that a former criminal should be rewarded while still in prison for reformation) and B, that there were no ugly night elves.

Anduin continued to ride on, a divine shield encapsulating him and everyone riding after him like a slipstream that began in front of his horses head. Stray fireballs hit it uselessly, the unskilled mages of the Defias were only a threat to peasant and low-class adventurers. Their true power had always been how slippery they had been in a province that was unable to sustain large military operations for prolonged period.

This was why Anduin was hitting them while they were down with a lightning strike attack. A military operation his father could never have gone through with due to a lack of funding and other problems higher up the priority list. The new High King did only suffer from the second one, but those could be taken care off by women he no longer needed to oversee as they were not trying to enact their own headstrong ideals but would avoid doing anything that could displease their master. On the contrary, those women would do everything to see his ideals of peace and prosperity enacted to be the first in line to suck his cock in front of the envious court.

Truly, everything was going well for the Alliance.

Disheartened, the attackers soon stopped trying and instead fled into the evacuation tunnels, right into the arms of Anduin’s special forces. Less important Defias with hearts more easily swayed surrendered right to the siege ring. Only a few fought back with hateful conviction and Anduin slew them where they stood with holy fire, soul-consuming curses and sword alike. A king had to kill those that would not surrender and endanger the people of his nation.

Finally, he reached the smokescreen. Thickly, it remained in the air. He stopped his horse and raised his hand in a quick following of three gestures, one of multiple sign languages developed by a military officer. A woman who had been quite bad at fighting but a genius of communications and tactics. She was soon promoted to general and given an entire three IOY. Male night elves were less in demand of being permanent slaves than female ones so Anduin could award them more generously.

The signs he had made meant ‘Scatter’ ‘Ward’ and ‘Wait’. A combination that told them to protect the surrounding area from anyone who may intrude and not follow the king no matter what. If they had any objections to leaving Anduin to his own devices in the middle of a raid on an enemy force, they kept it behind their well-trained lips. Even as the High King entered the thick smoke still hanging around.

He could barely see a metre forwards, but that was enough. The non-toxic cloud was only there to mark Anduin’s target in addition to making it hard for people to interrupt what was going to happen inside. Soon, he found the house at the centre of the smokescreen and a bit thereafter a door that led inside.

A bit of smoke travelled into the room with him, but generally the air inside the house was clear. Damp and smelling somewhat of rotting wood, but clear. “Valeera?” he shouted out as he failed to see the blood elf anywhere in the room of worn-down furniture and unclean floors.

“Down here, Anduin!” her voice attracted his attention to a hole underneath a nearby staircase he had overlooked until then. He went into the cellar, down a terribly constructed flight of stairs, pulling down his head to not bump it against the ceiling. The south of Westfall was, after all, poor and couldn’t exactly afford good architects.

Ironically, the cellar was much better looking than the house above. The walls were covered under a creamy coloured plaster and duskwood shelves lined up, holding books on poisons, intrigue and other shady topics as well as an assortment of bottles full of concoctions and tools to instil those into even a suspecting enemy. A couple of doors clearly connected this cellar to an underground tunnel system, but all of the doors were locked and the person who wanted to use them bound to the table.

Vanessa VanCleef, daughter of the infamous founder of the Defias brotherhood Edwin VanCleef, master of poisons, member of the Uncrowned and traitor against Stormwind lay before him. She was a woman in her twenties, quite beautiful with lightly tanned skin. Her hair was a raven black, short but extremely curly towards the tips. Eyes of an ice blue rested in her attractive face, busy glaring daggers at Anduin.

Her red and black outfit consisted mostly of a tabard depicting a skull on a throne of flames. Between that and her belt-secured stockings was a clear gap for her thighs that actually left even most of her ass uncovered.

Clearly a deliberate decision as the Vanessa would have wanted not only the freedom of moving when skulking around invisibly as rogues liked to do, but also used her shapely ass and decent sized breasts to make her arguments more convincing in discussion.

The diabolical looking pauldrons she normally wore as well had been removed by Valeera as she feared they had some other magical usages than just looking scary. The red headscarf had also been removed and repurposed to muffle the traitorous rogue’s complaints.

“I hope you didn’t have any problems,” Anduin said to Valeera, looking around. There were minor signs of a fight, a toppled over chair there, a pair of scattered jagged, red daggers here, but nothing that seemed liked it was truly worrying. Most of all, the only wounds covering anyone were covering Vanessa, a light bleeding on her throat and her upper arms, where her gloves didn’t cover them. Anduin did the Defias leader a favour and healed them with a quick usage of the Light.

He didn’t use just any spell, but one particularly of the Discipline school of priesthood called Penance. It would heal the target, but the swirling balls of light would also remind them of their sins they regretted in the process. The fact that Vanessa barely squirmed as her wounds sealed saddened Anduin. Where others would be sad, he just saw that he couldn’t convince Vanessa like he had done with the others until now.

“No problems whatsoever,” Valeera said, sitting on the edge of the table next to Vanessa, making sure the leather binding still held tight to the legs of the polished wooden construction. “In the first place, Vanessa here is good at mixing poisons, but only second hand at stealth… compared to me, that is.”

There wasn’t even a muffled complaint by Vanessa, it seemed she agreed there. Hard to say otherwise anyway, since Valeera had so handily beat her. “I see then, there wouldn’t happen to be some water around?” Anduin asked, for what was to come, he would very much prefer the traitor to be clean. There was indeed a bucket with clear water in a corner, but no cloth to use it. ‘Well, there is one,’ the High King thought, pulling the muffler out after placing the bucket on the corner.

“You could at least heat it with your holy warmth, your majesty,” Vanessa commented with sarcasm as she beheld her former headscarf scrubbing away the blood.

“For you, the Light has no warmth, Vanessa. You are a traitor to the kingdom of Stormwind,” Anduin retorted in a preaching tone. “Your actions have ended hundreds of lives, you have pulled the poor into rebellion when my father tried his most desperate to feed them during the Cataclysm, you have done nothing but harm to our people.”

“You and your people killed my father after doing a great injustice to him!” Vanessa responded, continuing to watch him. She didn’t try to struggle against her bindings, she was too calculative for that.

“The refusal to pay the stonemasons was, indeed a great injustice,” Anduin agreed. “One that the black dragon Onyxia has been killed for, in the name of justice, and one I am willing to rectify.”

“Your father wasn’t, he only ever wanted to murder us out of spite,” Vanessa sharply stated.

“Spite?” Anduin’s hand stayed and he looked at the traitor with hard eyes. “His motivation to end the Defias wasn’t any different from your motivation to topple Stormwind – you killed his wife.”

At that, Vanessa had no retort. “What are you going to do then, High King?” she instead asked mockingly. “Going to enslave me like another slut? I won’t give in like all those whores you are used to.”

“Yes, I will and yes, you will,” Anduin stated, putting his hand on her head. Dark magic started seeping from his palm into her, her eyes went wide as she was shown visions. A man laying dead in an alley and his son weeping. A mother finding her daughter raped by a band of gnolls. A vengeful vigilante cutting off his own leg to escape a Defias trap.

“What are these?” Vanessa asked, tears slowly dwelling in her eyes against her will.

“I have listened to countless farmers’ tales on my way here, what the Defias have done – done in the years since you took over,” Anduin explained as more images flooded his head, imaginations of those very same stories. Stories of extraction, robberies and murder, rape, slavery and family members never seen again.

“Stop…STOP!” Vanessa pleaded, her cool was gone as she came face to face with the consequences of her bitter actions. She had known, of course she had known, and sometimes she had witnessed them as well. In the name of her revenge, she had made pacts and done deeds she wasn’t proud off. However, as long as she got her revenge, all of that would be justified. That was how everyone would have acted in that situation, right?

That was the worst part of all of these memories. The part where Anduin asked them what they were willing to do to get justice and if they had gotten it. Overwhelmingly the answer of the people was the same: They had reported it to the authorities and in time they had gotten their justice. Only a few had admitted they had taken matters in their own hands and all of them had stopped once they had achieved vengeance. None of them had been willing to tear down kingdoms over their resentment.

The last vision she was shown was that of a young Anduin standing in front of the grave of a mother he didn’t get to know. There was no resentment in him. Only sadness for his loss and for the people who were so lost they had caused this tragedy.

And then the penance hit Vanessa again and this time it was as if molten gold was poured through her veins as she came to understand the true extent of her sins. “I am sorry, I regret, I repent, I will do whatever you want, master.” Suddenly she screamed out as the pain got even worse, the Light did not toil with liars.

“Speak truth, Vanessa, in the Light, all your lies are unveiled,” Anduin spoke increasing both his visions and his penance spells strength. “The only shadow you will see are the ones you cast.”

Despite writhing from the pain, the words that left Vanessa’s mouth weren’t an apology. “You made me regret, great for you,” she spat out instead, “but I have come too far to give up now. On this mountain of sacrifices I would pile even more bodies if it meant coming closer to destroying you and the scumbag nobles that serve you.”

Anduin listened to those words with the ears of a priest and the Light told him they were true. “So, you regret but you will not repent?”

“I will never repent,” Vanessa assured him, “I will destroy myself before I leave my vengeance unfinished.”

The High King closed his eyes, “You will not have to do it yourself.” Those words accompanied a spell that reached deep into her consciousness and forced upon her mind a sudden want for him, rather suddenly superseding the hatred in her mind. It was still there, just no longer atop her feelings.

He could have gone into her mind and eroded everything that had made her hate him, but in doing so he would have taken from her the memories of her father. Touching the memories of once parents was one thing the High King could not do. No matter how malleable that would have made her.

“What did you…” Vanessa finally struggled against her bindings, not because she was afraid, but because there was a sudden flare and damp spot between her legs as she looked at the unhappy expression of Anduin.

“You are the first person I had to change,” he told her. “Know that this is my last resort. I have made you desire me above all else and once I have marked you,” his hand slowly travelled off her head and over her chest, gently massaging her chest and causing her to sigh erotically before she could stop herself. “You will no longer be able to hate me.”

“Why don’t you just shit all over I am if you have that kind of power?!” Vanessa demanded to know.

“Because I aim to make you devoted to my goals and submissive to me. If I wanted to get rid of you, I would just kill you,” he suddenly grabbed Shalamayne with his other hand and rammed it into the table next to her. The blade cut through the wood like a hot knife through butter, only stopping at the hilt and the golden and purple orb of light hovering in it. “I am capable of that as well.”

“You would do me a mercy with that…I don’t want to want you!” Vanessa declared as the damp spot grew bigger in response to Anduin’s manly, benevolent face only a few inches from her own. Suddenly, his attractiveness, which she had buried under her disdain, was all she could see and she desperately wanted to press her lips on his. She shook her head, but failed to clear her thoughts.

“Don’t say that just yet, I promise life with me will turn out to be pleasing,” Anduin said. “This is your punishment. For all the sins you committed, I will turn you into a whore,” the damp spot became properly wet at being called that single word, “that lives in accordance to my wishes. For those wishes, I need you to retain your cunning and your skill. I will also never spit on a father’s memories. No matter how full of mistakes that father was.”

As he spoke, one piece of plate after the other was put on the ground. When she saw the massive bulge in his pants she gulped, keenly aware that she WOULD give in once the massive prick in there entered her. Her desires for Anduin were strong now, once they were fulfilled, she knew they would swap into devotion.

Weirdly, that thought seemed less terrible by the second. Maybe ending a life of crime and paranoia in favour of become the willing cocksleeve and puppet of a strong man, of Anduin Wrynn himself, wasn’t that bad? It would be a lot safer, at the very least.

“Let me reiterate what I meant with ‘paying back’ earlier,” Anduin stated as his muscular chest was unveiled from underneath the leather shirt that had covered it. “The stonemasons guild will soon receive a massive job that will be paid with thrice the usual sum and a private brothel filled with slaves that will serve members of their guild for the next 25 years. They will receive property and they will receive tax cuts.”

“You will appease those hurt. Without punishing those that wielded the knife, that is a half-assed justice,” Vanessa stated, shrouding how much she was surprised even by that generosity.

“Indeed, which is why the nobles who refused to pay will soon lose their titles,” Anduin declared. “Their assets will go to the state and sold to the burghers and craftsmen in turn. The noble class in its entirety will be dissolved within the next 10 years.”

The gnomes had taught the High King about a thing called meritocracy and shown him extensive data backing up that it would catapult Stormwind’s economic growth even further forward. Their projections predicted that soon Anduin’s kingdom would produce more value per year than Ironforge and Gnomeregan combined and that was without the change to meritocracy.

“That is… impossible,” Vanessa gasped both at his announcement and his enormous cock. She had thought the bulge to be big, but it turned out the High King wasn’t even fully erect yet. In her voice reverberated admiration, now that she no longer was capable of irrationally hating Anduin for who he was and heard his plans, she felt her undergarments soaking. It was like she was getting everything she had ever wanted, plus she was about to get fucked by the greatest stud on Azeroth.

Anduin climbed on the table and over her. His strong hand moved in to rip the clothes of her body. Even naked, a rogue could escape unseen, so he didn’t need to worry about her state of undress if he did.

The ‘thunk’ sound of a heavy object being put down on a nearby workbench pulled Anduin’s attention elsewhere. Looking over to his right, he saw Valeera but down her second gauntlet as well and then start working on her boots. “Anduin, before you take this sleazy traitor,” she stated getting her first leg freed, “I want you – no I DEMAND you mark me.” She stepped out of the second boot and opened up her leotard.

“Get in line!” Vanessa reprimanded, disbelieving that it was her who said that. When Anduin put the wet headscarf back into her mouth, the emotionally confused Defias leader was almost thankful.

“I was second in the line, right after Tyrande,” Valeera informed her fellow rogue. “but because of reasons,” she left it at that, “I didn’t take the opportunity granted to me. I wasn’t second, I wasn’t third, but now that I have made my decision I will be damned if I am the fifth.” The magic holding the rest of her outfit together unmade itself, leotard and hood alike.

Now open, her blonde hair fell down to her calves. The nipples atop her pale breasts were of a more intense reddish colour than Anduin would have thought, but they still harmonized nicely with her skin. Downstairs she was perfectly smooth, not a single hair as the blood elf knew her way around using a blade even for the finest of purposes.

Her arms and legs were still wrapped in black bandages, but that made her look like she was wearing exotic stockings that left hand and feet bare. “I will give in to that demand,” Anduin answered and left behind and Vanessa who looked after him with undesired longing.

He made his way over to Valeera and she met him halfway. The formed gladiator was sturdy, so there was no reason to treat her like a piece of glass. Rather, he treated her like what she was, a woman who deeply desired him and was about to willingly bind her fate to his – as his slave. They met in an assault of naked flesh. They basically rammed into each other, chest to chest.

Right away he felt her heavy heartbeat as her breasts squished against his chest. It was amazing to feel them, like with Jaina he had desired Valeera even when he had been innocent. There had been others, but those two were the only reoccurring ones. Where the arch mage had been his safe fantasy, always being her loving self in his imagination, Valeera had been the feisty type, doing things in a more domineering way.

As her lips kept trying to win the wrestling of their tongues he realized that this fantasy was close to reality. Her arms wrapped around his broad back, long fingernail digging and scratching along it as she attempted to overpower him. Push him on the table and ride him, Valeera really was truly fierier than the submissive sluts he had taken until now, a new flavour willing to be added to his collection and an erotic wish harvested for years come true.

Anduin groaned into her mouth, then his hands found her ass. He cupped the entirety of the tight ass, his fingers digging deep trenches into the soft flesh as he lifted her up. “What are you doi-“ she wanted to know as her lips went out of reach to continue their assault.

“I have waited too long for this,” Anduin told her and the drenched pussy of the blood elf completely agreed as her parted her lower lips with his cock and she slid down his entire length. The process was only slowed by how tight she was.

Something elvish was pushed out of her dark red lips. “Anduin, you are splitting me apart!” she almost shouted when she was down to his base.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“Are you fucking with me?!” she wanted to know as her legs closed behind his lower back, her thick thighs keeping her on lockdown. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she pushed herself up only to sink back down. “Split me more! Split me apart and make me yours!” Valeera demanded, taking this as the closest thing she would get to riding him.

Anduin loved this dynamic of him carrying a woman in front of his chest and being their only hold as he pounded into them from below. It was incredibly taxing on the body, so it gave him a good workout, he was as close as was possible to Valeera and he was in complete control.

“So many weeks wasted on doubt,” she moaned. “Oh, I have seen you take your slaves so many times, I thought their moans and gasps too overacted but fuuuuuck meeeee,” she let out a prolonged groan, biting her lip in the process. The scene got even more blood rushing into Anduin’s cock. He felt her long hair brush against the back of his ass-grabbing hands. Every time the smacking of their hips echoed through the small cellar, a splatter of her juices hit his legs. The lower lip she had bit flung back into its normal position as she suddenly went silent, her whole-body quivering.

Valeera seemed to be a quiet one during sex, not screaming even as her pussy wrung Anduin’s cock to cum with her. Her hands clawed even deeper into Anduin’s back, without a doubt a doubt she was leaving tiny bloody lines there, the kind that he absolutely didn’t mind. The light pain only heightened his sensations. “By the sun…” she managed to press out, then the High King had the brilliant idea to repay her for her scratches with some pain on her own. “Annndduuuiiiiinnnnn,” she groaned like a cat in heat as he bit her neck.

He didn’t draw blood but from the way her whole body started to tense and do nothing but vibrate against his, it was pretty clear that it was working. As he kept pulling her over his cock, he slowly felt his need to cum build up. It had been a few days since the last time after all. His natural stamina still worked wonders, as he used his Light granted discipline so delay his orgasm for long enough to allow Valeera to calm down. “You said ‘your slaves’,” he grunted, concentrated on making the point before he did what he was going to do.

“Yes... yes, I did,” Valeera was confused why he brought that up. The shorter part of her hair, the curls that fell down her chest, flew up and down between them as they kept going roughly. “What about it?”

“You made a mistake there, if you truly want to be with me it is ‘your other slaves’,” he told her.

Shocked by being on the receiving tone of his dominating tone, but incredibly turned on by it as well, Valeera answered, “I am sorry, master, yes, I meant your other slaves.”

“So you truly want to be with me.”

“With you, yours, I don’t care. I was always going to serveeee – haaaaaah,” an intensive aftershock suddenly tensed up her body. “Fuck,” something in elvish muttered under her breath, “I am about to cum again.” She gathered her breath to continue their conversation. Anduin wished she would hurry up, he was about to bust a nut larger than the one he had impregnated Jaina with. “I would have served you, now I… dammit, I love you, I want to devote myself to you.”

Now Anduin got closer to the two questions of importance. “Then you are fine with receiving my mark?”

“Yes, I saw how Shandris squirted all over everything when she received hers, I want to feel that as well, give it to me, Anduin,” Valeera gasped, deepy excited, her pussy pulsating as mind and instincts were one in the intent to milk him.

“And get pregnant with my child?”

That had Valeera stop in her movements as she was suddenly confronted with something she had skipped thinking about. Right, every single woman, no matter what kind of race, Anduin had cum inside until this point had been confirmed pregnant. There was no way she would dodge that bullet if she was to receive his mark. “Uhm,” suddenly she was less sure. “I…”

“You got five seconds,” Anduin put her on the spot, there was no way he could have held back much longer. “Five,” he started to count down, Valeera looked panicked. “Four,” in flight, fight or freeze, her body suddenly found a fourth choice. “Three,” she started moving again, riding on his cock, the fourth choice was fuck. “Two,” he clutched his teeth, balls were boiling. “On-“

“Yes, fill me up!” Valeera shouted out as exactly that happened. “I don’t care,” she added more quietly, “I don’t care about being pregnant if it’s your kid. Knock me up. Make me yours, just make me yooooouuuursssssss.” The ability to formulate comprehensive sentences was taken from her as her fel-green coloured eyes were violently overtaken by the deep purple. Anduin’s Light infused semen also carried the Shadow deep into her.

The mark sprouted around her hairless crotch and with it came a wave of immense ecstasy as it always did for the newcomers of Anduin’s slave harem. Her breast pushed against Anduin’s chest again. Her heartbeat was intense, extremely quick like she was in the middle of a heavy combat situation and yet every beat felt like a hammer was beating inside her chest.

There was no doubt in his mind that Valeera would be a perfect slave going into the future and a strong mother to his children. He was, however, slightly dissatisfied that despite her rolled back eyes and wide open mouth, she remained quiet as a mouse. The sound of a woman losing herself in ecstasy was one of the sweetest single tones that his ears could pick up. Sadly, this wasn’t the case here.

Undoubtedly, she was having a climax of previously unknown proportions though. As her pussy milked him for every drop of cum it could. Her words had said she didn’t know if she wanted a child, but her pussy was guzzling down every bit of baby batter it could receive greedily. Soon, he found another reason than just her female instincts for that though.

It was no secret that blood elves had suffered from immense mana withdrawal following the Third War. Unlike everyone else of her kind, Valeera did not have access to the renewed Sunwell, leaving her eyes tainted green from that one time she had been possessed by a Dread Lord and continuously fighting with that very addiction.

As it so happened, Anduin’s cum was immensely rich in magical energies. The shadow was completely used up in the spell that made the mark around her pussy lips, but there was an abundance of Light. Thus, her mana craving body naturally siphoned all of the energy out of his seed. Her eyes didn’t go back to green once the purple drained from them, instead they assumed a soft golden colour.

She was breathing heavily for a bit before she looked up to kiss him. “That was amazi-“ she stopped when she saw her own reflection in a particularly large glass. “Did you fuck the proverbial devil out of me?!” she asked, aghast.

“That appears to be so, yes,” Anduin said. Confident that her legs around his hips held on tight enough, he raised one hand off her ass to brush aside a lock of her hair. “Do you dislike it?”

“I have been running around with those accursed eyes for too long,” she shook her head. “This is a much better colour, your colour, my master,” she used that word a bit more ironically than Anduin liked, but it also made him smirk. If she remained feisty that was more proof that the mark did nothing to erode personalities on its own. He would also have missed attitude if she had just went ahead and become like the rest of his slaves. Not that he was complaining about the three perfectly submissive cocksleeves he had at home, it was just nice to have different things in life.

“Now, there is one more question I should ask you,” Anduin declared and finally pulled out of her. His cock was still completely erect as he looked at the slightly smaller woman and asked. “Do you want to be just slave or also bride?”

“Oh… I…” Valeera was once more overwhelmed by a question she didn’t expect. “I… I would love to bear your name, Anduin. If you would let me, I would love to be your second queen, even if most of my life will be in the shadows.”

“Then we will arrange for our marriage upon our return to Stormwind,” Anduin said, turning to Vanessa. “And I think you could use an assistant in the darkness, could you not?”