WAKMD Chapter 16 – The Pact (Patreon)

“Are you certain of this?” Anduin asked, picking up the empty Blade of the Black Empire. Though still organic in appearance, the eye was staring dully and moving only in accordance to gravity. It wasn’t dead, the flesh pulsating with Shadow infested liquids, but there was no will sealed inside. Now that the High King knew that it was a prison for Xal’atath, an immensely weakened Old God, rather than the entity itself, he looked at the dagger differently.

Nevertheless, Xal’atath insisted in a shivering tone, “Bring it over here.” The cum-soaked voidborne would have met him or simply done the moving herself, but she couldn’t feel her hips or legs whatsoever. In fact, most of her was barely able to move. Even her upper body was raised of the metal ground only with the support of her elbows. Whenever a bit of feeling resurged in her nethers, in the shape of an aftershock that almost rivalled a proper orgasm, that posture was threatened as she moaned and writhed. Aside from the liquid itself, she had absorbed a ludicrous amount of her master’s energies. “Master,” she tasted the word.

Now that she felt this admiration for Anduin, his strength and his unique ability to make her feel the Light, it was a different word. Before it described those who she must serve, because they had made her and none other choice was given. It described, with pragmatic futility, those who dominated her existence.

The High King, she called him master because she now felt that, at his side, even the Void Lords were no threat. Sure, they could devour existence itself, but only if they ever reached it. Until now, helping them in that had been her purpose. Now it felt like a mind controlling effect had been lifted off her. Not unlikely, given that (in her time as a proper Old God) her own minions had never been able to feel anything but veneration for her either.

Yet, Anduin didn’t replace that with a similar effect. He simply let her be herself and for that… she loved him. How peculiar that such a feeling could even flutter inside her chest. He kneeled down to her with the dagger in hand, presenting the curved blade to her.

“Before, the Blade of the Black Empire was my prison,” Xal’atath explained, running her long fingernails over the flat side of living metal. “A place I could not escape, where the other four had left me in case they would ever find use for me again. The seal is broken now, so I might as well reform this weapon for my own uses… you prefer longswords, do you not, my master?”

It was true that Anduin, when engaged in melee liked longswords more than daggers. Although initially terrible in close quarter combat, his recent exploits had made him skilled in that regard. As he had always had superb physical abilities, it was likely the change of mindset that had allowed him to excel. A war changed a man, after all, especially if they fought a Bitch Queen. “Indeed, Xal’atath.”

The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine. Such softness for a name that stood for consuming all energy in the known universe, he didn’t care about her hostile nature, only for her. What odd a bliss to feel. Suddenly she was incredibly happy about having chosen the form of such an attractive woman, even as the ease of manipulation was replaced with joy about being erotic to behold.

She grabbed the blade, pulling its edge against her exposed palm. Rather than the elven form bleeding, the dagger began to contort in its form. Hastily, Anduin let go, as the weapon was absorbed into the Old Goddess body. The void elf before him disappeared, transformed into a sword.

A longsword of the same aesthetic as the dagger now lay on the floor. It had a double edged blade, with a straight back and curved tip. Towards the bottom, shortly above the guard, the blade had a hollow spot that was filled with a freely hovering, white eye with a purple slit for a pupil. A spiked extension grew out in front of the fleshy grip, a protection for Anduin’s fingers as he grabbed Xal’atath and raised her up. The handle was long enough to be used for one- or two-handed attacks.

In weight, she was completely indifferent from Shalamayne, while her appearance definitely reminded Anduin of his father’s blade, just deeply corrupted by the Shadow. The eye was exactly at the same spot as the hovering sphere of gold was in Shalamayne.

First, he swung her around testily, then he summoned the second blade as well and danced around on the spot for a while. Just like the Light and Shadow those blades represented, it felt completely natural to wield them.

‘I can shift between this state and my true body whenever I wish,’ Xal’atath informed him. ‘I would simply collapse again if I tried now, so I will spare me the humiliation of demonstration. Nevertheless, you will never be without a wife on your travels ever again.’

‘…I have several questions,’ Anduin found himself thinking and, before he could present them, his newest cumslut was already answering them. Present in his thoughts, as she was, he didn’t need to formulate them.

‘The enticing shape of a void elf shall from this day until the day of your demise be my true form – Unless you find a different one I can take to be more attractive to you,’ she began. Anduin was absolutely certain that he did not want her to grow extra teeth and tentacles, so this was all good. ‘What else do you worry about…? Ah, yes, our child. Until the late stages of my pregnancy, these transformations will not harm it in any way… do you wish for a boy or a girl, your majesty?’

‘I can choose?’ Anduin asked and immediately shook his head, scolding himself for even putting normal biological expectations on something as deeply alien as an Old Goddess. ‘It is up to you.’

‘A girl it shall be then,’ Xal’atath had already expected that answer and made a decision. She was fine with serving him now, more than fine in fact, but that didn’t change her nature of wanting to scheme three steps ahead, around, through and above of everybody else. ‘Although it will take quite a while until you get to meet her…’

‘I thought you could give birth basically instantly?’ not only did he remember her saying something like that, voidborne normally came in sheer endless numbers.

‘If you want a mere minion, I could use your seed in that capacity as of this moment,’ Xal’atath explained. ‘For a proper offspring and heir to both of us, wielding our powers and free of the Lords grip as you made me, to birth such a being I will require seven millennia.’ That was a frankly ludicrous amount of time to Anduin, who was barely over eighteen. All signs indicated that he would become immortal, however, given in how much magic he was drenched in. Between Xal’atath and Tyrande, it wasn’t like he wasn’t fucking other ancients either. ‘Even if you don’t live to see her, I ask of you to leave this to my will – she will be my eternal memory of you,’ Xal’atath pleaded.

‘As you wish then,’ Anduin conceded the point. It seemed Jaina would remain the person who gave first to his first child (eventual bastards not included). ‘What is it about ‘wife’ then?’

‘If you are to be my beloved master, than I shall be queen,’ the aristocratic, if still somewhat moaning, tone of the Old Goddess factually laid down. ‘Third queen seems to be below me, but I will surely not be a simple slave. Do you deny me the privilege you extended to everyone else?’

Well, he wasn’t going to, but this would certainly be a bit hard an optic to sell to his people. Except they were already fine with him doing everything else with the Shadow, so they probably wouldn’t complain even if he wed a literal Old God. They trusted in his ability so far, so why stop there? ‘Omnius is probably going to support this even…’ Anduin thought and then was suddenly reminded of where he was. ‘Xal’atath, could you free everyone from your spell, please?’

Over the recent events he had completely forgotten about the adventurers and guards still pressed against the wall by an invisible force. ‘…They would have made for tasty snacks… but you are my master now, so I shall obey,’ all of them suddenly dropped to the floor as the spell was undone. 

“Today is ONE HELL OF A DAY!” the leader of the adventurer’s announced when he looked around. “Everyone alright?”

“Only horny,” one of the female party members jokingly reported. “That was one nice show there.”

“By the Light, Gizebellesta, I was worried sick through the whole thing!” the leader shouted back. “It looked we would ever be a meal for some emergent void creature or the meal for an emergent shadow king!”

“Well, I am sure I could have convinced possessed Anduin to just fuck me brainless instead,” the woman in question answered.

“… You and your fucking rape fetish, I swear to everything.”

Anduin ignored the continuous bickering of the party in favour of heading towards a duo at the side. The guard that had lost part of him to G’huun was sitting there, clutching the little stump of an arm he still had left. While he seemed as happy about their survival as the rest of them, his enthusiasm was understandably curbed. His night elven slave was at his side and gently caressing him, any words had already been said.

“Your services today will never be forgotten,” the king assured, putting his hand on the guards shoulder. They both understood that, crippled as he was, he could no longer work in the king’s guard. “I will see to it that the best gnome technician will engineer a replacement and that you will be reassigned whatever job in the military you want.”

“I thank you, my king,” the guard lowered his head. That was all the exchange needed. Anduin headed back towards the place where his armour and clothes laid scattered. It took a bit to get them back on, but once he did, he realized he could save himself the future trouble by sending the entire armour into the void with Xal’atath’s vessel and Shalamayne, leaving him only in the tight shirt and pants that he wore underneath.

“Okay then, maggots!” the leader was done with his bickering. “As FUN as this was, let’s get out of here before the Horde gets wind of the High King being here and gets us all into trouble. We are starting the next betting pool of ‘How many days until the next threat to our world’ once we had a good night’s rest… everything okay, Aclysia?”

The demon hunter was still on the floor, having only fought herself to all fours while everyone else was standing already. “Hrrrr… hrrrrr…” she let out stuttering breaths that sounded animalistic and somewhat threatening. Fel energy was mixed in her breathe, not as fire but as fine greenish, pink mix. “I am… hrrr… alright, yes…” she answered, her head moving to lock her supernatural sight on the hand that was stretched down to her.

“Let me help you,” he High King offered, but found his offer ignored and the white-haired woman stumble to her feet and away from him.

“Stay away… we won’t get out of here soon if you don’t,” she gasped and walked in a very odd, thigh-clenching way. Anduin guessed what was going on and gave her the space with a smile. It seemed Aclysia had made her choice regarding him. At the very least her body had. From the moaning gasp she let out as she walked, it was pretty clear that the king was going to like this choice.

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With G’huun and his minions vanquished, it seemed that the titan facility slowly restored itself. Small robots began forming and bigger statues channelled light magic into the blight that festered in the corners. It was the start of a long process of first cleansing the building and then the surrounding lands. Still, this was good news, as it would drastically reduce the amount of time this land would need to heal.

If everything went well, the mending process would only complete after Anduin had already finished in his conquests. Should it heal long before then, this was also fine with him. He would rather have people live a good life on healthy soil, even if they happened to be his enemies.

MOTHER met them on the way back out. Her robotic voice had something like admiration reverberating inside it when she recounted their likelihood of both success and survival to have been abysmally low. She made no apology of the fact that it her beam that had caused them to almost die, didn’t even make mention of it. To her logic circuits, nothing of the sort was necessary.

The adventurer’s thought otherwise and bombarded the titan construct with demands of a reward. Anduin soon found out why all of them were covered head to toe in epic piece of armour and armed with weapons of legend – They remorselessly took with them any trinket that looked even remotely useful.

While he wasn’t quite sure if he approved of such behaviour, Anduin was not about to state they weren’t justified in claiming some rewards. Neither the facility nor the corpses of their enemies would miss what the party took anyway.

Eventually, they left the facility and took a deep breathe in, one of freedom and filled with the stench of a bog filled with blood magic and necromancy. They missed the ventilation of the titan facility already, but if they wanted to go home they still needed to cross it.

The stench was even worse than before and in the distance Anduin could hear moans, cries and screams, all of the despairing and brutal variety, from primal lungs, shouted across the landscape without grace. The sudden silence of their ever-whispering god must have sent the blood trolls into a frenzy. Now they were busy destroying themselves. After all, the only thing that had bound these tribes together was their unified worship of the Old God. Nobody would bemoan their end, not even Anduin. Aside from the loss of life, there was no tragedy to be found in the end of a civilization built on sacrifices and rot.

“High King Anduin,” an immensely deep voice and melodic voice caught their attention. It was accompaniment by the sound of several hundred kilos of muscles squelching through the mud on thick hooves. An impressive symphony of metal rang through the air as all of Anduin’s guards entered a defensive stance at once, their blades pointing at the three figures that approached them.

“Stand down,” Anduin told them and the same symphony echoed again as he walked towards them. He had no animosity or reason to fear the figures before him, particularly because of who lead them. Accompanied by Valtrois and a troll female, wearing a highly ornate gown and even more ornate, frankly ridiculously tall hat, both articles of white, gold and purple colour and covered in tusks and feathers, stomped a tauren.

He wore very little, basically just wristband, a wreathe of white feather’s behind his head and a loincloth. Gold rings decorated his proud horns and large nostrils. On his back the bull of a humanoid carried two totems carved from dense wood as if they weighed nothing. His three-fingered hands held onto a large mace, the head of it as large as Anduin’s chest. Even though it was bloody, the High King walked towards the tauren with open arms.

“Since when do you call me king, Baine?” Anduin asked and the two exchanged a friendly embrace. Given their differences in size, that looked somewhat dominating on the tauren’s side, but nobody minded that. “What is the leader of the tauren people doing on its own in the middle of hostile territory?”

“I could ask you a similar question, friend,” Baine laughed, slamming his hand against Anduin’s shoulder. When they last met, this motion of bashful closeness had caused the meeker boy to stumble as he laughed, now the king stood his ground as he reacted the same. A difference the chieftain noted. “It is true that you have changed – for the better it seems.”

“I have great footsteps to follow,” Anduin answered rather simply, causing the bull to nod. He knew all too well how it felt to be suddenly thrust into a leadership position following the untimely demise of once father. “As much as I appreciate seeing you again, I have to ask what you are doing here. We are at war, after all.”

“I came to support you in your fight against the ancient danger called G’huun,” Baine answered, looking over to Valtrois, “although she returned later than I anticipated. I would have brought more forces, but I was afraid doing so might alarm the ‘Warchief’ to my actions.”

“And my fighters are bound to the capital by decree of my father,” the troll woman commented from the side, crossing her arms impatiently. Her accent was heavy and finally Anduin realized who this was.

“Princess Talanji,” Anduin lowered his head. “I apologize for the stay in the dungeons you had been put in. Before I learned of your stay and could arrange for this to be corrected, the Horde had already broken you out.” He looked up again. His plan would run much smoother if he could enslave her as well… but she was extremely ugly.

Trolls weren’t exactly known for their beauty in the first place. They had giant noses, warts, the fangs of their lower jaw stretched their lips and deep trenches surrounded their massive jaw muscles. Talanji was somewhat of an exception to this, skipping on the warts, but even beautiful for a troll made her only about as good looking as an above average Stormwind female BEFORE they all began to be drenched in magic. To put it simple, on a scale of one to ten, the average human landed somewhere on an eight, while the average troll was a three. Talanji was maybe a five, six at best.

Even if Anduin himself could force himself over that (and the stench wafting out of her mouth from the typical troll diet of ritualistically prepared meat), his dick was about as flaccid as it had been since he first laid eyes on the naked form of Tyrande.

“Sure, sure,” she waved off, obviously not believing his excuses, but with bigger worries. “It matters not to me dis day. It seems you are in retreat. Are you one who gives up easily, High King? Or will you find the courage to-”

“You seem to be in misunderstanding,” Anduin shook his head as he gently interrupted her, “the beast is dead. We have won this day.”

Baffled silence followed that. “It hasn’t even been a week,” Valtrois whispered out loud.

Anduin had no idea. Since they had spent all their time underground and slept in shifts at best, his sense of time was thrown off considerably. “Be that as it may, our success is evident,” he gestured at the shaft they had left from. “You are welcome to check for yourself. Only the titan constructs are in control now. The rot is being exterminated.” Talanji immediately removed herself from the gathering to do just that. Something stalked after her in the shadows, one of the deceased Vol’Jin’s shadowhunters, as he quickly realized. There was no need to warn anybody in that case.

“…It seems all things they say about you these days are true then,” Baine stated without any caution or ill will. They were enemies in a war he hadn’t wanted. “From the manhood to the power.” Unlike many others, Baine didn’t care about his friend’s apparent mischiefs. The man before him was clearly the same in his good nature. “Not even Sylvana’s propaganda can truly suppress those rumours, you must know.”

“Good, then it lets them know that my power is only growing,” Anduin nodded and looked the tauren in the eyes. “You must be aware that I will turn Sylvanas into a heaving cumdump.”

“pfff…Ahaha….AHAHAHAHAAA!” Baine broke out in laughter at that, just as Anduin smiled at his seriously delivered, but quite ridiculous line. “I do not mind if you do, to be perfectly honest,” he told him. “I remain opposed to the dismantling of the Horde, but it seems apparent now that our bond is too loose to assure a prolonged peaceful leadership. Something must be done and it must start with the removal of Sylvanas from power. After that, we may discuss the future of the two powers.” The tauren turned to Valtrois. “Pretend you didn’t hear that, would you?”

“I have an obligation to the Horde…” she looked over to Anduin who made just as pleading eyes, “…but this whole meeting will only ever reach Thalyssra’s ears out of my mouth.” While that wasn’t quite assuring, the nightborne’s exact loyalties remained unknown, it was good to hear.

“Then I hope you join me when the situation allows it,” the High King said to his friend. The tauren were a strong people, both physically and in their nature magic, but they were few in numbers. Furthermore, Mulgore was in travel distance from Orgrimmar. With the Horde’s current chokehold on the continent of Kalimdor, any insurrection at the current point in time would only end in swift and bloody vengeance by the Banshee Queen and her army of forsaken.

Baine nodded, “When the time comes, you will know me by your side. I do have to say though that I have… difficulties to understand how you will make a corpse your slave of lust. No matter how well preserved her body is.”

“The Light may show me the way,” Anduin stated, truly putting his faith in this. His path had been supported so far, so surely a solution would present itself on the way.

“That it may,” Baine agreed, one of the first and few tauren to have ever wielded that holy power, even if it was only shortly. “But I will hold you in this disgusting swamp no longer. Leave, I will see to it that Talanji returns home safely… and that your exploits today shall reach the right ears.”

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The way back to Stormwind went quickly. They simply went east, picked up Brann on the way (who had seen enough of titan facilities and swamps for now and opted to return with Anduin to have access to some proper cunts instead) and found the vessel that carried them to Nazmir. Once they were aboard the ship, they sailed to Kul’tiras and then took the portal back home.

Offering them food, drink and an assortment of willing slaves, Anduin easily convinced the adventurers to return with him. Although he was sure their interest lay not in the Alliance and Horde conflict, but only in the thrill of saving the world repeatedly, the High King thought it wise to have such powerful individuals on his good side.

The guards and adventurer’s dissipated, now in the safety of civilized walls, to take baths and their well-earned rest. Only one of them stayed behind.

Over the course of the travel back, Aclysia had stayed always close to Anduin, but never quite stood by him. This had found its height every night, as the demon hunter was masturbating very loudly just one cabin over. As the whole ship was filled with moans at any waking second this hadn’t been particularly outstanding to anyone but him.

Now, this self-forced abstinence had come to a conclusion. The white-haired woman could no longer hold back. In the corridors of Stormwind Keep, not too far away from the High King’s chambers, her discipline broke.

“Anduin,” she gasped his name with moaning longing, taking a quivering step towards him, his presence alone causing her lust to awaken. “Please…,” she tripped inelegantly over her own feet and collapsed into Anduin’s arms, her entire body flushed and radiating heat as if she was suffering from a fever. “Hrrrrr,” the feeling of his arms against her scantily clad body caused her to shiver. His intense husk and powerful magic dominated her senses. Once more the cloud of green and pink escaped her, a minor succubus spell that she cast without noticing.

Anduin breathed it in without worry and immediately felt lustful warmth spread from his lungs into his blood. “Yes, Aclysia?” he asked as his cock expanded as much as his trousers allowed. “What do you want?”

“You… I need… you…” she gasped. “I needed you since… since I teased you on that mountain…” How she wished he had acted and taken her then. Her virgin loins had been inflamed by his form back then and it had only gotten worse as he had shown her that he was a man of outstanding character as well. Pride had allowed her to suppress her boiling, succubus dominated demon blood for the longest time, as long as she kept her distance.

“When we met again…,” she let out a high-pitched shout when Anduin’s hand pushed into the back of her leather pants and touched her perfect ass directly. In the tight space, the soft meat spilled between his aggressively groping fingers. “Oh… by the sunwell…” her whole body was sensitive. “…I could barely hold back then…. But I still… still wasn’t convinced that you were a person of good.”

“Now you are?” Anduin asked, his hands trying to get deeper in and reach her pussy. It was not her clothing, but Aclysia’s hands, attempting to push him back with the weakest of force, that made him stop.

“You went to the deepest shadow,” the demon hunter stated, “and came back. There can be no further doubt.” Although it looked like she had more to say, her pink lips suddenly pressed on his. Her body was slowly overtaking her mind.

They were glossy and full and they wrestled with his as he pushed back. Their tongues extended, tasting each other’s sweet saliva, whirled around one another and invaded the other’s mouth, causing wet sounds. More and more of the succubus magic filled Anduin’s lungs. His cock was screaming to be buried inside any of her holes and his fondling of her ass grew in intensity.

Aclysia’s lust caused the demon inside her to stir. The thin, almost whip-like tail of a succubus sprouted above her pillow of a heart-shaped backside, completely with a tip the shape of a spade. It wrapped around Anduin’s wrist, urging him to stay, even as she pressed a series of words out between their kisses. “Please… I want to be clean… when you take my maidenhood…” A desperate plea and the reason for why she had even waited for the entire trip.

Turned on as they were, it was an almost impossible request. Everything inside their bodies desired each other. To simply let go of their conscious thoughts, for Anduin to rip the clothing off her, for her to jump on his cock and close her legs behind his waist and then, for him to fuck her relentlessly against the marble white wall. To cum again and again, ultimately collapsing onto the red carpet and then simply to continue breeding like animals in heat.

With sheer willpower, they separated from one another. Just far enough that they could walk. Anduin could only pull his left hand out of her pants, as the tail was constricted around him and wouldn’t let go. As such, Aclysia had to keep herself pressed against him. Something she did more than happily, her own arm soon slung around his waist, the other twitching with a want to touch that massive bulge that extended from his pants up to the lower end of his shirt.

Unsteady steps, often interrupted by neither of them paying attention to their path, but locking their lips together again, carried them the little way on a torturous stretch. They finally did arrive in a small courtyard within the palace. “Anduin… this is not a bath…” Aclysia tried to sound scolding, but all she did sound like was needful. Her blind eyes could clearly see the massive concentration of magic before her. “A tainted being like me…”

Anduin continued walking, dragging her weak-legged body along. Towards the moon well, the very same on in which he had made his vow to enslave the female leaders of this world to unite it under himself. “Elune’s light will never hurt any of my loves,” he stated. Upon hearing the last word, Aclysia’s only response was a strong moan.

Still in their boots, they stepped over the stones surrounding the font of magic and finally collapsed into the water and each other’s arms. Warm and shallow, the pool was ideal for them to soak inside while kissing. Their patience returned for long enough for them to take of each other’s clothing. In this, Anduin was, for a change, the gentler one, simply throwing each piece of wet leather away, after taking it off with the traditional means of untying the knots that kept it tight.

Aclysia, on the other hand, simply ripped off all of the pesky, soaked cloth with erratic movements. Although her blindness prevented her from enjoying the sight of the ripped king, her sense of touch enjoyed greatly sliding over his wet, musclebound form.

On the other hand, Anduin took a moment to take in her entire nudeness. There wasn’t much her clothes had hidden in the first place. Despite her intense lust, her hair was as straight combed back and silky as ever, decorated with elven ears that had been shortened by no doubt unpleasant means and a pair of demonic horns. They started at the place forehead and hairline met and curved backwards in parallel to her skull. Only where they grew beyond her head, did they take a sudden turn and their tips pointed away from her.

Her skin was equally pale all-over her entire body, despite the many hours she spent in the sun. This made her eyes stand out that much more, the fel energy that pulsated from them had blackened the area around them, making it seem like she was permanently wearing wildly applied mascara in perfect measure. Aside from that, two other factors interrupted her white skin, her fresh and pink coloured lips, hard nipples and glistening pussy, partly submerged in the water, and the green marks of a demon hunter.

They curved around her body like tattoos. Swirls of greens, perfectly mirrored at belly button and spine. The manifestations of fel energy covered her shoulders, arms, chest, abdomen and even the outer side of her upper thighs. Rather than being disruptive, however, those lines were more like roads to travel with his eyes, Anduin found. From her collarbone, they wound around her firm breasts, framing their perfect cupping size in green. Her athletic muscles, the lines emphasized nicely and were her pubic hair should have been, two symmetric lines together formed something akin to a heart, only a small gap in between them.

That left her smooth crotch completely barren of any marks, almost like the world itself was begging for Anduin to leave his own there. Something that he couldn’t help but think as it was in front of his mouth. Through some twists of fate, as they had fervently rubbed and explored each other’s bodies, getting rid of the dirt of their travels, they had ended up with each other’s sex in front of the other’s mouth, Aclysia laying on top.

Now there were no more excuses, no more holding back. At the same moment, they began to orally stimulate the other. Anduin could feel his cock pulsate and practically shoot out a load of precum as the demon hunter’s lips closed around his head. His own tongue was put to good use, as slurping sound echoed from between her smooth and surprisingly thick thighs.

Hands on her ass, he ate her out with beastlike fervour. Her pussy juices squirted into his mouth immediately. They much hotter than of the other girls, but tasted just as sweet. In search for more, his tongue, long and pointy, stretched deep inside. Occasionally retracting, only to tease her clit.

Although her succubus essence gave her outstanding talent, the difference in experience between the two of them became apparent almost immediately. Aclysia had trouble sucking his cock even halfway down, before she had to concede and go back up and gather breath. Her gag reflex was basically non-existent, the training she had gone through had seen to that, but her throat was still not used to being stretched like that. Even though it filled her with an odd sense of ecstasy.

Her period of recuperation soon came to an end, however, as she simply had no time to breathe at the hands of Anduin’s tongue. With thought blown away at the High King’s pussy eating skills, she became unable to do little more than shallowly stroke him with her hands. Her lips were occupied with moaning louder and louder as she experienced the bliss of a man’s touch for the first time. A pussy perverted with demon’s power and pleasured by the self at least once every day for the past ten years finally was penetrated by more than her own fingers.

It was electrifying. Masturbation barely even compared. Soon even her hands ceased to move and instead she sat up. Her round, plump ass pressed against the High King’s face. If it hadn’t been his willpower and strength that had already made her fall in lust and love with Anduin, surely the way he ate her out would have. It was like he was reading her like a book. Sensitive spots she herself didn’t even knew she had were found by the king’s tongue within moments.

And she came. By the Fel, she came again and again. Her folds were quivering and constricting around his tongue as it curved and penetrated. His lips sucking on her clit sent showers of bliss down her spine. Her toes were clenching and curving, her body slumped forwards, arms supporting it by pressing on his abs. For the first time in forever, she felt actually blind, the swirl of magic all around her made no sense whatsoever to her lust-boiled brain. She was in the embrace of Light that didn’t want to destroy her, that was all she knew, everything else in her was dominated by nothing but the the tongue wiggling inside her.

Then came the absolute climax. At the same time as his tongue stretched as deep as it could, he grabbed her tail at the base with one hand and spanked her with the other. Being sexual creatures, succubi’s extra limbs were sensitive like nipples and as warlocks all over Azeroth could witness, they also loved being spanked. Why else would they do it to themselves at least once a minute?

And although she had never done that to herself, now that it was Anduin’s hand that slapped her ass, causing droplet of water to fly of it as it jiggled from the impact, all she felt was a trail of fire that violated her nerves. A spike of sensitivity all over, her fingers scratched over his abs and she screamed loud, louder than she had ever done at such a high pitch. All of the muscles in her lower body clenched tight, pressing her meaty thighs against Anduin’s temples in a surrounding of heavenly warmth. It kept going and going, even as her voice gave out and left her nothing but quivering without a bit of air in her lungs.

Although the blonde adonis was still eating her out, by the end of that orgasm, Aclysia fell to the side and back into the water. Licking his lips clean of her lovejuices, Anduin straightened up and watched her ravaged breathing. “You haven’t pleased me,” he stated, grabbing his cock. It was pulsating immensely with a clear need to release, precum running down the shaft continuously.

“No…,” Aclysia sounded meek, was ashamed of her failure. “I am infinitely sorry, Anduin, I want to serve you and yet…”

“Yet you only indulged yourself,” he completed the sentence for her. “Do not worry, I know the punishment to make this right.” His right extended and grabbed her by the horn, yanking her towards him, only to then grab the other one as well. The distance between her head and the horns was enough for his fingers to fit through and secure his grip. The way the goat-like things were segmented also fit perfectly for his hands. “Its like these are made for…THIS!” he shouted as he pulled her mouth over his cock.

The perfect handles for a rough facefucking, Anduin shoved his cock down her throat again and again while also moving her head back and forth. Her lack of experience didn’t matter in this situation. Only that she kept her mouth open. She did more than that, trying to suck him off whenever he was the deepest inside her and pulled back. Shlicking sounds could be heard as well. Her lowered posture, ass up and upper body entirely dependant on Anduin’s strong arms, told the High King that she was using both hands to massage her own pussy lips. A mere few seconds had passed and she was already yearning for his touch again.

Anduin let out a deep grunt as her virgin throat was bulging around his massive cock. Even though her eyes had no pupils, on a steady green glow, staring into them as her hollowed out cheeks desperately tried to get him off was blissful. Although this was meant to be her punishment, the vibrations around his cock felt more intense than her orgasmic scream had, “You were made for cocksucking, weren’t you?” he asked, pulling back to let her breathe for a moment. Phlegm, precum and saliva connected his member with her lips as she coughed.

“Please facefuck me more, Anduin,” was her answer. Have her throat ravaged had indeed felt even better than being eaten out and she needed to know what it felt to swallow his massive load. Her pussy was dripping with anticipation, her finger never coming to a halt. “I love it when it stretches my throat! Please, put it back in!” she opened her mouth wide and immediately had her request granted.

Both of them, as Anduin could not hold on any longer and that display had turned him on even more. He thrusted deep into her mouth and remained there for a moment, letting her tight throat push him over the edge before pulling back and filling her mouth with his hot seed. Aclysia could taste the magic. Blood elven greed and detailed perception of a demon hunter mingled to create a haze of ecstasy. Unconsciously, she greedily gulped down every spurt of hot and delicious semen as it flew into her mouth. Her tongue was milking him for more, lips a tight seal around his shaft.

Something happened with her pussy the moment she swallowed the first load. Her love juices were unloaded in a copious amount, the dripping turning into an outright shower that landed audibly in the shallow water of the moon well. Often had she tried to bring herself to squirt and now a brutal facefucking had gotten her there. She didn’t question this, she had always loved to serve stronger men and Anduin was the strongest, clearly.

“A cumslut,” he told her as he pulled back, much to her surprise, she didn’t want to let go of his cock. Her lips stayed tightly sealed, around it as she stretched and even crawled forwards a bit, just so it would remain inside her mouth for a little bit. Despite having wrung every last bit of cum for it, she just didn’t want to let go. “No, scratch that, a blowjob whore, that’s what you are,” he announced when he finally did get free with a loud ‘pop’.

“I love the texture and the taste,” Aclysia moaned in agreement, her lips still seeking out his glistening shaft. Only Anduin’s arms kept her at distance, still wrapped around her horns. “I’ll be your blowjob whore, I’ll be whatever degrading thing you want to call me, just, please, let me suck it a bit more.” Relaxing his resistance, she suddenly fell against his crotch.

His dick was stuck between her face and his abdomen. Hot breath caressed his balls for a moment before she began sucking on the heavy sack of seed. Anduin let her do as he wanted, only kept his hands in place to support her body. The demon hunter was unable to stop touching herself and the sounds of her wet pussy were the purest music to the High King’s ears anyway.

“You still have so much…” she spoke between sucking noises, slathering his balls in her saliva, “…so much cum, oh Anduin, I want it to be spilled inside me, all of it.” She felt them tighten under her mouth upon the admission and gleefully began sliding upwards. The entire girth of his slimy cock dragged across her messy face and she loved every second of it. Her thin tail waved slowly in delight, her long tongue tasting the underside of the king’s cock on her way up. She shivered at the taste permeating her being, at how good even this little bit felt.

Then she was at the engorged tip again and smoothly wrapped her lips around. Changing her posture a little bit, with just the tip in her mouth, she made his cock point straight ahead again, making it so she only had to move forwards to suck him in deeper. Now that her throat had been nicely stretched by his wonderful abuse, she had less problems getting him all the way down.

“You learn quick,” Anduin complimented in a deeply approving tone that caused her pussy to gush with delight. It urged her to do even better. Soon she began alternating her movements. Not just back and forth in a predictable rhythm. Her tongue massaged what points she found made the king groan. As best she could, she moved her mouth in a gyrating fashion to alternate the path her sealing lips took.

All throughout, she moaned, a flash of pleasure vibrating through her whole body whenever he penetrated her mouth and a wanting void whenever he wasn’t there to fill her greedy, tight throat. She was making him feel good and in return got such bliss. She was happy she had waited until meeting him to suck cock, had she started any sooner, she probably would have gotten addicted to it long ago.

Footsteps in the water caught her attention, but she would be damned if she stopped long enough to check who or how many. Anduin greeted the assortment of naked women, except for leather collars, with a glaze eyed nod. It was his entire harem, having returned from their individual responsibilities to greet him. Even Vanessa was there, crawling on all four just like Maiev. “I knew only my husband could make a woman scream like that,” Jaina, at the head of the group stated.

“You should have told us you were back already,” Valeera stated, making an unflattering gesture with the hand that held both leashes to the crawling girls. She only remained upset for a moment, before her left travelled to her already glistening pussy. “But I see you got a new toy.”

“The master returns with two new women in his possession,” announced the suddenly manifesting void elf. “I am Xal’atath, though I have crossed him, Anduin has showed me the truth of his path…” a moment of silence ensued, the girls not reacting whatsoever. “…none of you seem particularly surprised.”

“Our master is the greatest man in the universe, why should we be surprised he managed to enslave you as well?” Tyrande stated with amusement. “We will talk more about the how and why later. For now...,” she looked at Aclysia, still attached to Anduin’s cock with raw greed, “we have one more harem member to initiate, don’t we?”

“Indeed,” Anduin groaned, then outright moaned out when his harem began to surround him and the demon hunter. Xal’atath and Vanessa pressed their sizable racks against his shoulders, while his first queen Jaina hugged him from behind, her massive tits squishing against his back. All three caressed his chest with gentle hands, rubbing the remaining stress from the adventure out of his muscles with handfuls of moon well water, more cleansing than any soap. Tyrande and Shandris kneeled down beside Aclysia.

Shandris bowed down further to please Anduin’s balls with her tongue as the High Priestess whispered sweet things into the demon hunter’s ear as he played with her pale tits. “You are such a good, cock sucking slut. You will make a fine sister slave,” this was only the beginning, at some point Shandris changed her position with her adoptive mother and then it went back and forth between compliments and pleasing their master.

Valeera and Maiev took their position behind Aclysia, the latter being commanded to eat the demon hunter’s pussy. Despite the irony of such a situation, the Warden let no word be heard as she obeyed. The sadistic blood elf, on the other hand, found her delight in playing with Aclysia’s tail and asshole, sucking and playfully biting the former while fingering the latter.

Once more overwhelmed by the pleasure, Aclysia stopped moving and it was upon Anduin to use her throat to finish. With the grip on her horns clenching, he facefucked her, again. It didn’t take long for his orgasm to approach. “Do not swallow!” he pushed out between clenched teeth.

“You heard him, do not swallow this load,” Tyrande warningly echoed.

“Under no circumstances whatsoever, shall you swallow his delicious seed,” Shandris reinforced, whispering into Aclysia’s other ear. Their silver glowing eyes looked at their master expectingly and then his seed began to flow.

A load, massive even for him, filled the white-haired bootilicious bitch’s mouth to the brim. Her cheeks even bloated slightly, as she barely managed to follow his command. Her throat quivered multiple times with a suppressed need to guzzle all of this delicious, hot stuff down. An instinct especially hard to keep down as she came yet again, from the inlaid mana and the lovely feeling of the sticky stuff filling her mouth.

Aclysia swirled the white liquid with her tongue as she came all over Maiev’s. For the second time in her life she squirted. All thanks to Anduin and her awakened love for sucking his massive cock. “Share with them,” the High King instructed and enjoyed the resulting scene. His girls scrambled to taste of his cum, as they always did.

There was a small fight about who got to go first. Established was that Jaina, being the first queen, would taste the least diluted of her husband’s seed. Xal’atath, however, saw herself above all of them and thus tried to get ahead. Something Anduin had get in on, punishing her by putting her dead last on the list by command.

Jaina, Valeera, Tyrande, Shandris, Maiev, Vanessa and then finally Xal’atath, they all got their share of cum. It was their first taste in over a week in some cases and the sharing kiss they exchanged with Aclysia was always accompanied with loud moans and gasps as they came from the taste and the pleasure the marks upon their bodies sent through them.

A mark, for which Aclysia was now too ready. Without further words, she laid down on her back. The water, sparkling with magic might, flowed around her form, halfway submerging it. Quickly, Anduin found himself between her legs and them closing behind his hips. Grinding his cock along her pretty pink slit, reddened from the consistent pleasuring, he coerced lustful sounds from her lips. He pulled back as far as he needed to align herself with the entrance.

Around them the other seven girls formed a circle, caressing both of their bodies with skilled movements. They all waited intensely for another lucky initiate into the harem of their master. There was no better position for a woman to be in on this or any other world.

But Anduin stopped with his tip barely inside her warmth, asking a simple question. “Are you certain you want be part of my harem? Knowing that you will carry a child from me?”

Aclysia nodded. “I have no more doubts, Anduin, where you lead, I will follow and if it’s your wish for me to be the mother of your children, then I will happily give birth as many times as you desire.”

“Do you wish to marry me?” he asked another question.

There was a moments hesitation of the speechless variety. Then, with a large smile growing on her usually so disciplined face, she answered with a single word, “Yes.” Her smile turned into a large O as Anduin penetrated her virgin pussy.

Her maidenhead tore, pain that lasted for just a moment before being replaced with great pleasure. Just as great as getting facefucked had been. That struck her as odd, common sense said that getting fucked in the proper hole should feel better. Perhaps she was even more of a cocksucking slut than she had thought. She wasn’t disappointed, however it feeling just as good was still beyond ecstatic.

Although she was as tight as expected of a virgin, Anduin had little problems slipping inside the tight folds. She was prepared and comfortable, so the muscles that would have clenched too tight in an inexperienced girl were relaxed. What she took from the demonic anatomy of a succubus also helped, as that species of demon was ready to breed daily, from the day they reached maturity.

Anduin heard her gasps and shouts as he thrusted deeper and deeper into her. While he looked with lust on their hips growing closer and closer, the blind demon hunter saw his aura invade and mingle with hers. A golden phallus framed in black that went inside her consistently green self. He grabbed her by the hips, thumbs pressing into the fit muscles of her waist, while the other fingers dug into the rim of her juicy ass.

Her chest rose and fell with every short-high pitched sigh she let out when Anduin began fucking her. Not gentle, she had enough foreplay and they both wanted her bearing his mark. No, his movements were quick and hard. Water and cunt juices splashed between them. Soon her view of their union was lost, as she threw her head backwards and howled in an orgasm that came almost out of nowhere. His tongue had already made her cum quickly, but his cock reached deep, deep inside her.

Her whole body shook over the smooth stone underneath her with every thrust. Her hands slammed into the water, clawed uselessly against the ground. The hellfire inside her burned. Anduin felt it on his cock, her pussy growing hotter by the moment, in a lustfully scorching way. And the hotter she burned, the tighter she got and the more the walls protested when he pulled back. Her entire being was aflame with the want for his seed.

A want he granted her with three more thrusts. “I am… cumming!” he groaned, slamming into her balls-deep, as they quivered and tightened. His potent load shot up his tensing shaft and then directly into her womb. As always, impregnation wasn’t even a question, so the only thing that was important was their shared ecstasy.

As the seed fertilized her cunt with Anduin’s offspring and Aclysia’s back arched of the ground, her squirting adding yet more of her love juices to these holy waters, the tendrils of the High King’s mark appeared around her swollen pussy lips. Through tattoos, everyone could physically see the Shadow ravage through her body. The moment it reached her head, her screams doubled in intensity and she blasted more of her orgasmic liquids against Anduin’s crotch. It didn’t even seem to stop at any point.

The Shadow actually managed to make her iris visible in the sea of green, as it usually did for the other girls as well. Anduin expected it to burn out as their shared orgasm slowly subsided. Instead, it stayed, a dark purple dot in a sea of green. The demon hunter blinked in confusion and looked at Anduin. Really looked at him with her own eyes.

At his long, lusciously blond hair and his blue eyes and the magic behind it. She could see both. “I can… I can see…” she told them, suddenly tears began dwelling up in her eyes, pure joy knowing no other outlet. “Master, I can see again.” She had made the sacrifice to better fight the demons, now her sight was granted back to her by her love to Anduin.

Anduin bowed down to kiss her. “The Shadow can also grant us miracles,” he told her after their lips parted. “As long as we know what we do with it,” he made a very short nod towards Xal’atath. The blade rolled her eyes in a clear sign that she hadn’t done it for Aclysia. Nevertheless, the demon hunter was infinitely grateful.

Her thanks would have to wait though, as a single movement from Anduin’s hips caused her to moan again. “I want to be fucked more, master,” Aclysia said, finally feeling deserving of using that word, now that she was marked as his property. “I want to suck your cock. I want to suck it so much and I want you to fuck me too.”

“You just had him,” Jaina interrupted, throwing her entire body against her husband’s chest and thus succeeding in removing him from Aclysia’s pussy and throwing him on his back. “We all need him too,” although she had taken the initiative, she didn’t allow herself to insert his cock and ride him until he nodded. She was just his queen, after all.

“I came back unharmed,” he said out loud, his hands sinking into the jiggling mass of his first wives’ tits as she bounced on his cock. “Do not worry, my slaves, you will all cum many times today.”