Who a King must do Chapter 11 – The Greatest King! (Patreon)

With Anduin’s fingers hooked into the tight space between her collar and throat, a breathless Maiev was dragged through the middle of the hallway like an unruly dog. No resistance to her fate was left in her mind, only a downtrodden acceptance on the surface and a sea of perversion underneath. Thus, it wasn’t a sense of shame that caused her to become so slow that the High King felt the need to pull her along.

No, although she had been able to more easily come along on the soft carpet that covered the white stone halls of Stormwind Keep, the second they had entered the throne room she had slowed to a figurative crawl in her literal crawling. For the why, her eyes had discovered the tables that lined the sides, the noble men and women behind them and the sluts and studs busy pleasing them orally.

Her jaw had fallen open at the sight of these people. Experience with demons and other dark magics had taught her that those that mindlessly indulged in their desires became twisted versions of themselves, often bloated like pigs with a questionable sense of personal hygiene.

Yet the only filth she spotted was that of sexual fluids and the people acting on their desires were not twisted, they were perfect. Men and women who had bodies, even in their progressed age, that only the skilled of artisan would try to eternalize in paint or stone, with taught skin, firm tits and massive cocks.

Anduin had noticed the change as well and it only seemed to accelerate as time went on. Initially worried about such changes in his people, even if it all seemed for the better, he launched an investigation into it through his newly formed Ministry of Pleasure. What they found was a multitude of things overlapping. Regular and heavily compelled check-ups against STDs caused people to see the druids, priests and shamans of Stormwind quite regularly, improving general health and charging their bodies with rejuvenating magic.

Much like with Anduin and his light and dark infused seed, that magic was circled around through more intercourse, spreading it pretty evenly in the erotically unhinged people of Stormwind. Sex was also a great workout and stress was at an all time low. Adding to that the increased amount of moon wells, being built all over the city through state-sponsored work projects (a particularly big one no doubt to be added to the cathedral after today’s events), as well as the night elves’ tendency to use it as body oil, and it was of little wonder that the people of Stormwind seemed to age backwards.

Everyone was healthy, happy, and filled to the brim with magics that had made other races immortal before. Anduin wouldn’t be surprised to learn, if the average life expectancy of humans had doubled. Only time would tell if that was true. There was a slight worry of magic addiction, but as they weren’t the first people to deal with such a phenomenon the High King already knew what countermeasures to take in case it became a problem.

As they were the richest people with access to the highest quality of slaves, each with their own priests to attend to their medical needs and typically living in the parts of the cities the first moon wells had been constructed at, the nobles were the people those changes could be seen the most pronounced on. There were people in his court Anduin had only ever known as old that were now fitter than the prime of their youth, all fat and excess skin melted away to make room for muscles and a healthy tan.

It was that court of adonises and perfect whores, sucking and slurping dicks and cunts, athletic midriffs rippling and round asses shifting, that had caused Maiev to become so slow that Anduin was now dragging her along. Like everyone under the tables, the Warden was dripping heavily onto the bare floor, the carpet having wisely been removed.

She stumbled up the couple of steps that elevated the throne above the seating of the nobles. The massive, ornate seat was the symbolic centre of power and the closer a noble sat to it, the more important his status had to be. Still, there was a gap in height and distance between all of them and Anduin took that seat naturally, with a majesty that was beyond groomed and had simply grown to be his second nature since he had manned up and started on his path. Nakedly, with his legs spread and revealing his enormous cock and balls to the court and world at large, he leaned back against the cushion.

In a matter of seconds, his harem took an assortment of silently communicated positions. Jaina sat down in her own throne, that of Kul Tiras, and began masturbating to the sight of her husband and the world he had created. Valeera, the lucky bride of the day, got the seat of honour in Anduin’s lap, her sexy frame snuggled against his left shoulder and her sunlight golden hair of massive length cascading over the armrest and almost touching the floor.

Between Anduin’s legs, the first High Slave immediately went on her knees and eagerly began working the cock she had only been able to watch these past hours. The fact that it had recently been in Maiev’s ass didn’t bother her in the slightest, she would suck Anduin’s massive prick under any circumstances. In his current, dehydrated state she made it a soft pleasure, however. Shandris was hurrying off to fetch her master some water.

The Warden herself was left to her own devices, sitting on her sore knees. Should she join Tyrande in her worship of Elune’s chosen or was that frivolous without an order? The normally decisive woman was no longer sure what to do, a deep craving for Anduin to tell her having filled her being. Her leash was bound to a piece of the throne, so at least she knew she was supposed to stay around.

“Stop salivating on the floor,” Anduin warned Maiev, who finally closed her mouth. She hadn’t even noticed how her tongue had greedily darted out, emulating the licking motions of Tyrande. A moment later, against all her discipline, she was at it again, causing the High King to groan disapprovingly.

The sound sent shivers of delight and fear through the Warden’s spine and her pussy, swollen with the want to be fucked, dripped juice on the floor. “I am sorry, master,” she stated and lowered her head, pushing up her ass in the same motion because she knew Anduin liked looking at it more than hearing her excuses.

“If you cannot control your filthy mouth, lick this,” the perfect man declared, Maiev raising her eyes to his foot being shoved in her face. Despite having taken a long, barefoot stroll through the streets of Stormwind, it was pristine in its cleanliness. It was like dirt knew it was unworthy to cling onto the king, just like Maiev realized she was unworthy to suck his cock, making her that much more thankful for it to have been inside her ass.

Curving her body, pushing her ass out even more in what was a deeply uncomfortable, humiliating and ecstatic position, Maiev began to suckle on the toes presented to her. “You may masturbate, but not cum,” Anduin allowed her, the thankful slave immediately extending one hand between her legs and touching her clit. Lightning rushed through her body, her little button being more sensitive than it had been ever before.

Anduin ignored the squirming slave and the light tickle of her muffled moans against his foot in favour of the water that Shandris presented to him in a golden goblet. “Thank you, feel free to join Tyrande,” he told her and, as the sentinel most thankful did, gulped down the contents in one go. “Jaina, would you do me the favour?” he asked, swinging the empty cup in her direction.

“Of course, Anduin, it is only fair with how much of that liquid you pumped into me,” his first queen joked, conjuring a simple spell that created a new fill of water. That spell was repeated two more times before Anduin felt satisfyingly recharged, for the moment.

“I am sorry about the delay,” he addressed the court in a loud voice that echoed royally over the moans, which immediately grew as quiet as individual self-control allowed. “I had to walk a bitch,” that caused some laughter and people shouting back that they knew similar situations. Anduin felt at ease, he had read the room correctly and nobody was mad at him. Most certainly, his goals for today would change that. “I have called you here today on several matters urgent and close to my heart. Many of you will have already heard of my plans to erect a new city in Westfall, a large port to more securely transport the much-needed grain.”

“An ambitious plan, but given the state of the treasury certainly possible,” one of the more important nobles commented.

“Yes…” Anduin gathered breath, now was the time, “and I will also be taking fines from every noble that refused to pay the stonemasons.” A baffled silence sat over the room. Before a storm of complaints could break out, the High King ceased the momentum. “I know this is unpopular with many of you, but the Defias were ultimately a creation of Stormwind and its leadership falling to the temptations of the black dragon Onyxia. Nobody has suffered more under that failure than the people of Westfall, so while the stonemasons of then are all gone, we shall at least make amends to those who suffered.”

“No need to fine me, your highness,” a woman with hair that was starting to turn grey at the tips but was a perfect black at the roots again, stood up, her magnificent breasts jiggling at the eagerness of the motion. They were large in the first place, but the lightly swollen belly on her otherwise athletic body indicated that she was carrying one of the early fruits of the changes made to Stormwind’s culture. “I will gladly give whatever amount you ask for. I was a greedy woman before your leadership allowed me to see the light of selflessness,” she gently caressed her belly, “to atone, I will give up most of my wealth and would even gladly give up my privileges, as I trust even a beggar will live like a noble under your lordship, blessed by the Light, the Shadow and the Moon herself.”

Similar sentiments rang out all over the room, soon sweeping through and becoming the large majority. Anduin was completely dumbfounded by that enthusiasm for his person, and he must have looked the part. A nobleman sprang to his feet, pulling the slut that was serving him from under the table. “No need to look so surprised, my liege,” he stated, grabbing the dark-red haired dwarf by the sides of her head and beginning to facefuck her. “Look at this whore as – she – eagerly – swallows!” he groaned out, slamming his hips one last time and spurting his seed into her with a toothy grin. “This is the world you made for us, greatest of Stormwind’s kings!”

“Yes!” it was another woman who rose, putting one leg on her table and exposing her slender frame for everyone to see as she began masturbating furiously, moaning out her loyalty. “You liberated us all sexually and allowed us to see the Light of selflessness and honesty, Anduin! I hope I am bearing your child and I will make good to the people I have wronged!” She must have been one of the many women Anduin had slept with at the side.

“There is no need for a fine, I will gladly move onto this new city and help build it with my own hands, bringing people and free food for those workers!” someone else enthusiastically agreed.

Valeera bowed down to her flabbergasted husband. “They sound like they love you more than I do,” she joked, then gently bit his earlobe in a bit of honest jealous punishment.

“Will they when I take them by their word though?” he mumbled back before raising his voice again. “I am most grateful for your enthusiasm. For the sake of bureaucracy, I will still send each of you a letter with the amount I expect you to pay at least.”

“Expect that sum to be doubled!” a man shouted from the back of the throne room. “Just like your policies have doubled the number of children I will leave behind in this world, High King Anduin!”

“For now, you will live some more time!” a joking shout came back, “you should quadruple the sum in anticipation!”

“Are you earnest about your privileges?” Anduin presented the question that made the room go silent again. “I will be honest with you, my lords and ladies, the feudal system works but it has lead to many problems in the past and while I doubt not that you are capable people, I wish for a kingdom where those most able rise to the positions of leadership, not those born into them. As such, I wish to abolish nobility.”

An awkward silence settled over the room. “Hear, hear,” a person right to the feet of the stairs raised his voice. Raising from his seat with fluid motions was an elderly fellow who Anduin barely managed to identify as the Baron of Northshire. The reason why it was hard was because the man Anduin had always known had moved while heavily relying on a stick and his voice had been hoarse from constant coughing.

This baron had a stick only as decoration, or, judging by the moans the slut that eagerly followed his cock let out when she was tapped with it, as a tool to administer beloved punishment and his voice was booming. “Quick to spout pretty lines, but when challenged you fall silent. Let me answer you, my king,” the youthful grandpa stretched his arms out praisingly. “In this kingdom you built, in this empire that you are building, I have no need for privileges. Why would I resort to paying special tax rates when I am richer than ever before anyway? Why would I need to bait pretty ladies with promises of my ancestors’ great deeds when I can plunge my cock in the asses of willing whores everywhere? Why would I need to go on ‘diplomatic travels’ when sluts of all races come to suck dick in Stormwind? I can live without my privileges, but I still ask for three things.”

Anduin had gathered himself at that point, although he was still amazed at how smooth this was going over. Was his leadership truly so great that nobody would mourn things they had over others just because he was pointing out they hadn’t earned it? “I will hear your requests,” the High King gestured for the baron to continue.

“I am fine with losing the privileges of nobility, but I ask to keep what my ancestors worked for. As such my first and second request would be that we continue to own the land we governed and that we may keep our titles even if they are empty.”

Anduin thought about this for a second. “I will gladly grant you the second, baron,” he stated. “However, the first I cannot entirely abide by. Land will have to be redistributed in some capacity to bring about effective change. I can, however, guarantee you that your places of residence will be left in your possession and your monetary wealth untouched. Is this satisfactory?”

“A most graceful middle ground, my lord,” the baron nodded. “What do my fellow nobles think? Rise and shout your agreement, if you are fine with the course of ”

“Aye!” a woman shouted and rose. “Aye!” a second and third noble agreed. “AYE! AYE! AYE!” Almost every single person rose to their feet, delayed only by ongoing orgasms. A few nobles kept sitting, dark looks on their brooding faces. Anduin glanced over to Valeera, who was imprinting those people in her memory, surely to find out who exactly they were, and what kind of danger they could pose, once this meeting was over.

“Then it shall be so,” the High King declared, “I am thankful for your trust in me, lords and ladies. A war is not the time and place to bring about great changes like this on all levels of society, as such the government will remain unaffected for now. You will remain my court for the foreseeable future and once we have beaten back the Horde and Sylvanas, we shall discuss what shall become of Stormwind’s future in detail.” Applause and cheers, the last sound that Anduin would have thought would end this strain of announcements. “What then, baron, is your third request?”

“Your court has been allowed to get orally pleasured since the beginning of the era of your greatness,” the old man flawlessly announced. “A great change that boosted our productivity tremendously, for normal men and women the sexual relief and relaxation that comes along with such things is perfect. But you, High King, are no mere man, yet have shackled yourself to our level. I request that you allow yourself to fuck on that throne.” Once more, the nobles cried out in agreement.

Anduin hesitated, he had dreamt of that, but now that it was presented to him on a silver platter, it felt wrong. However, his wives and slaves egged him on. “I greatly support this initiative,” Jaina leaned towards his ear and purred, “breed your sluts on this throne.”

Shandris nodded eagerly from between his legs. “Yes, no need to limit yourself to our mouths, master.”

His cock popped out of Tyrande’s mouth, who massaged it with both her hands as she spoke, “You should be able to claim all our holes whenever you want.”

“Yes, Anduin,” the golden eyed Valeera was the last to speak, “mouth, pussy, ass, fuck us all on this throne, only your morals stop you now.”

The High King looked down to the redheaded elf licking his feet. “And what say you, Maiev?”

She raised her silver eyes and said, “I would be honoured to be impregnated by you on your seat of lordship, chosen of Elune. To carry the child of a master who showed me true pleasure of ten-thousand years of repression and who I will never disobey.” She glanced over to Tyrande, her raspy voice assuming more of her old tone, “Even if I have to serve with whores.”

“That is not even an insult for me,” the High Priestess dismissed, throwing back her turquoise mane with a flip of her wrist.

“Then I agree,” Anduin stated, to the court. First he undid the knot of the leash, next he pulled at it and forced Maiev ever closer as he wrapped the leather around his palm. Tyrande, Shandris and Valeera all made room, and Jaina soon joined them in a lesbian engagement on floor around the throne.

The deliciously brown Warden soon had only a few more centimetres of taught leash remaining between her collar and Anduin’s hand. Violently yanked, she was suddenly forced upwards, her glossy dark lips pulled onto his. Her taste was like sweetened, fresh citrus, and pleased him greatly. Their tongues whirled wildly, but he was clearly the one calling the shots. To taste her even more intensely, his left found its way to the back of her head, vanishing deep in the wild red as he pressed her face against his.

Maiev was still masturbating, keeping herself at the edge of an orgasm that she hadn’t been allowed yet. Eagerly, she pushed her entire body against him, felt his hand travel downwards. Like a hot iron drawing on her back, her master’s fingers left trails of prickling heat as they went down her spine. Resting upon her athletic ass for a second, the grabbed strongly into the round flesh, before moving onto her asshole, finding it still agape from earlier. Two fingers pushed inside, reminding Maiev of the strange and barely known flavour of pleasure penetration of that hole sent through her. She was standing three steps over the edge, only an iron will that had withstood the worst tortures keeping her from falling.

The sweet words were uttered between her master’s shifting kisses. “Cum – Now - Hard!” Anduin didn’t intent to mix any of his magic into those words, but the Shadow slipped out in his desire anyway. Just as the edging Warden finally got what she needed, the marks around the pussies of his loves activated. Glowing up in a light purple, they made all the unsuspecting women writhing in light fun on the floor climax immediately.

They screamed in release simultaneously, spines and toenails curving as their bodies tensed violently and they all squirted from the mere voice of their master. Nails scratched over the floors, and ran ecstatically through hair as the orgasms were rocking them head to toe from out of nowhere. The mane of tendril-shaped lines around their pussies burned with agonizing ecstasy, eventually vanishing but still leaving their bodies shifting with aftershocks.

Anduin delighted in the knowledge that he could do that while also warning himself to be more careful in the future. Raising Maiev’s body that extra bit, he positioned her above his cock. “Yes, yes, by Elune,” the masochistic Warden mumbled, feeling the enormous object pressing against her cunt.

“Do you want that, huh?” Anduin asked in a ridiculing tone.

“No, I need it, master. I am sorry for how I talked to you, please, fill me with that giant cock. Make me fall completely. I will hunt your enemies, I will do whatever you want, no matter how degrading. Fill me up with that cock,” Maiev gasped, her iron-hard nipples in front of Anduin’s eyes.

Sweat had long since washed away all of his seed, leaving her flat breasts glistening. Anduin tasted the salt when he leaned forwards to suck on her right nipple, then his teeth left their outline in the tanned flesh as he roughly bit her. His tongue felt the little bumps around the protruding centre. “What else do you want me to fill you with?” he wanted to know.

“Your seed, your offspring, whatever you desire I shall be the bed for,” Maiev corrected the position of her legs a bit, straddled over Anduin’s thighs. “As mother moon desires.”

“Just her?” he asked, dropping her leash to get his right hand free and slap her ass with.

“Me too!” Maiev cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the slap had not been soft. “Me too!” she repeated as the clapping sound did as well. “I want it! I want it so bad, please give it to me, chosen, master, Anduin!”

“As you wish,” he stated in a pleased tone and put both of his hands on her upper hips, feeling the edge of her bone against his palm as the softness of the right places spilled out between his fingers. She went down. His cock parted her entrance effortlessly, but she was tighter than the tightest virgin he had taken so far. Normally he would have taken it very slow at that point, but Maiev wanted to be abused.

Forcefully, he continued impaling her on his cock. There was an overabundance of lubrication anyway, so he successfully continued to pry apart her narrow snatch with his girthy cock. The Warden took it all while remaining perfectly still, only her quivering chest and resulting unsteady moans showing the fusion of ecstasy and uncertainty she felt.

“You are bigger than my eyes could have guessed,” the night elf gasped, leaving her legs relaxed to let gravity help with Anduin’s task. “I should have known, my pussy is the only true way to measure your greatness.”

“You would have saved yourself quite some shame if you had just listened from the start,” Anduin agreed. “Instead your goddess, scolded you, my people saw your shame and you squirted like a pissing bitch.” With every word her pussy coiled around him and at the last, he felt a small explosion of liquid as she came a little.

Then she was down to the base. Anduin didn’t lose a second, he went right into full force. His thrusts from below slapped against the jiggling meat off her ass. Her body was trapped between him and his arms. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Maiev cursed, more than she had in the last hundreds of years combined. Every time she felt her hips on his, the word just left her mouth.

For the first time in ten thousand years she was being penetrated. Her pussy was stuffed to the brim with rock hard cock and she was taken in a fashion that was getting her off so hard, she barely knew where up was. Indeed, she could have sworn she was just straddled over Anduin, but suddenly she was standing and looking at the floor.

Anduin had stood up and turned her around, her body slumped forwards but he wouldn’t take that. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her up like a figurehead of a boat as he took her from behind. In technicality, he was no longer sitting on his throne, but nobody cared as they cheered him on with their cocks being sucked and their pussies being devoured.

He took her hard and fast and before he knew it his orgasm was already there. His semen spurted into her with the might of Light and Shadow, erasing her feeble, lust-drowned thoughts completely and leaving nothing but bliss. Silver eyes flared with purple. His seed painted her womb in white. Tendrils sprouted around her pussy and the parted pink lips. Greedily her snatch massaged every drop out of him as he, he just kept going.

“One load is not enough for a whore such as you,” he growled, his most basic instincts having taken over as he pulled her off his cock for just a moment to turn her around yet again and place her on the throne. He bent her legs until her naked soles hit the back, he folded together body just two holes oozing with cum presented to him between a perfect ass. An ecstatic face behind screamed with her eyes that she wanted more, she needed more.

“Jusht a shlave to your coahk,” she croaked, as Anduin plunged back into her and continued their rough fucking with reckless abandon. Nothing, the Warden regretted nothing about staying abstinent for these past ten thousand years in those moment of ecstasy, because now she knew. She knew that this pussy belonged to Anduin and she hadn’t soiled it for so long that it was basically as clean as the first day. She was much better than Tyrande, who had always been sleeping around when her husband was in the emerald dream, she had remained pure for this man.

Who was now fucking those thoughts right back out of her brain as it swam in nothing but adrenaline and ecstasy, unable to hold anything for more than a second that wasn’t her adoration for the man that needed mere hours to break her completely. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she continued to scream out, her raspy voice a high pitch that grew louder and louder with each thrust and climaxed with her eyes rolling up her skill, her mouth opened in wide O-shape.

Anduin deeply enjoyed that face, so much that he felt his balls tighten a second time, but more he would enjoy punishing this whore some more. Red hair flew around as he slapped her across the face, “be quiet, slut,” he told her, “no matter how much you CUM!” he infused that last word with the Shadow and once more all girls in his harem exploded in a sudden orgasm.

The difference was that Maiev now bore the mark as well and her repressed nature already urged her to obey and the cock hammering into her was making it reality in the first place. Her hands clawed violently at the throne, completely without any form of control, her legs sacrilegiously pushed against her master’s handle on them as her athletic thighs quivered. Her iris was barely even visible in the upper corner of her eyes, the silver flaring with purple with every new pump of seed the High King blasted in her.

She knew she was pregnant now, she HAD to be, DESIRED to be. This experience, this erasure of her mind, this degradation and rebirth from the cathedral to this seat or rulership on which she was nothing more than a piece of meat for its rightful owner, it had to result in a child. In a life full of vengeance and hatred, the ultimate atonement could have only been to be slave to the greatest of kings and to carry his offspring.

She came so hard and so long, the only thing she felt was Anduin keeping that orgasm on. Refusing to stop moving, the High King fucked her. He fucked her like nobody in the room could believe, save for the harem who had been taken just like that and were writhing from climaxes caused by his voice alone.

With might that could shatter stone and the speed to cause his hips to be a blur, he fucked Maiev for a felt eternity. Not even slowing  when he came himself, Anduin blasted her full of as much semen as the Light granted to him, never stopping to be granted breath. His lungs were burning, his muscles shaking, but still he went on. Maiev’s sweat drenched red hair stuck to her head like a dirty river of sin, not a single sound left her mouth, as she was ordered.

Then, suddenly, Anduin felt himself at his very limit. His body would soon collapse if he continued. ‘One last orgasm,’ he convinced himself, using his last power to increase his speed to superhuman levels and then slam into her with one last thrust. A large jump went through his cock as a magnificent load rushed out of his balls and was shot into the overfilled pussy, then a second and third. His balls had what they currently held emptied in one go, the Light would see to it that he wasn’t left spent by the end of it, but for a moment he was completely tapped and he stumbled back and out of her.

Maiev’s body unfolded like a broken toy, her legs fell forward, shifting her centre of gravity to the point where she slid half-off of the steamy throne. Her stomach was bloated with semen, not to an absurd degree but certainly visible, and it oozed out of her pussy like a cascade.

With a chuckle, Jaina caressed the masochists face, “Welcome among us, Maiev,” the arch mage spoke in her soothing calm voice. “What do you want right now?”

“Mashter should ushe me some mmmm,” her body quivered in an aftershock caused by Shandris and Tyrande beginning to lap up the semen running out of her. “MORE!” she screamed to finish the sentence.

“Indeed,” Jaina, whose first time had ended quite similarly leaned in and kissed the new slave.