WAKMD Chapter 17 – Old God needs new servants (Patreon)

Anduin’s third marriage was a tad different than the previous ones. The differences started with the surroundings. In the months since his marriage to Valeera, almost all buildings in the whole cathedral district had begun to be torn down. Those that still stood unchallenged either had historic value or were used as houses while the massive renovation took place. Many changes were already visible, such as the large church that gave the district its name having two massive, halfway completed wings added too it, as well as multiple giant towers.

The speed at which these things progressed was remarkable, although not entirely unexpected. Through the willing exploitation of their slaves free labour and the ingenious inventions of sexually satisfied architects and engineers, everything was coming along nicely.

In the future, the southern wing was to be dedicated to the current priesthood, which worshipped the Light in its new, perverted way. The northern wing, once completed, would house a new cult of the Shadow and its newly discovered uses for dominating pleasure, giving Stormwind balance in its newfound eroticism. The large centre would then be used for the new messes of Light and Shadow, giant orgies, sanctified by the Arch Bishop.

Omnius had been granted a vision by both of the cosmic forces and with it the power to wield Shadow and Light, in a very limited fashion, in duality himself. As would, in the future, everyone who had his position – as long as Anduin remained king. He was able to bestow two marks, which he gave to the two head-nuns of the newly formed sisterhoods. This formed the basis of the new Church of Stormwind.

In front of the cathedral had been, since the rebuilding of Stormwind, a large fountain. It had been entirely rebuilt, had been the most important project, and was thus the only thing currently finished. In the middle of a groove of purple-leaved trees, saved twigs of Teldrassil itself, was a large moon well. Reaching deep enough below the pavement for a grown man to sink in down to their chest, it was more of a pool. Despite this pool being so much larger and deeper, the water within was more potent than any other moon well in Azeroth, save only the private one near Anduin’s quarters.

Constantly streaming out of a marble bow held up by statue of Elune, the falling water sparked with the light of the stars, the underside glowing in the silver of the moon, despite no magic having been worked on either. A constant confirmation of Elune’s blessing upon this city and the statue representing her.

Only the finest artisans, male and female, had been allowed to work on the statue and they had studied the night elven form intensely, in sleepless sessions over many days. As such, Elune’s stone-made avatar had the finest ass ever caught in stone, the firmest, perkiest tits that seemed to move in heavy and erotic breaths, the most attractive, erotically sighing face and the most detailed pussy any artisan could ever hope to show penetrated by a large stone cock, shaped after Anduin’s own. Thus she kneeled there, riding that massive phallus, in middle of the moon well. Just like the water in the bowl she held above her head, there was a magical trickle of water between her legs that could only be explained the goddess approval.

Combined, all of these restructurings made for the first difference. The second was that he was standing on the altar with two girls at once. Xal’atath and Aclysia had both insisted to get this done as soon as possible and neither of them was interested in keenly observing human traditions. Which also reflected in the third difference, the choice of the wedding dresses.

Xal’atath had outright refused to wear white, while Aclysia had no love for satin or velvet. The result were two very interesting sets of clothes. Xal’atath was wearing a deep purple dress, a single, shoulderless piece that tightly hugged her breasts, creating a cleavage that always looked like it was about to spill over. While the dress from there on flew elegantly down to the floor, it was as thin as a veil and basically left her body to be seen by anyone.

Aclysia’s ‘dress’ was cut from white leather and tailored by Fitz Skincutters, the fetish gear designer that had come to fame since Stormwind’s Renaissance of eroticism. As such, it barely qualified as clothing. As a matter of fact, the top was just a bunch of leather strings up, below and between her breasts, connecting iron rings. A particularly large one tied it all together at her back, connecting that particular net to her bound hands, fixated shortly above her pants. Those only covered a bit of ass and their main feature were the dildo and anal probe sewn in, making every step a moaning cause.

Last, but by no means least, of the changes was that of the wedding ring. It was impractical for Anduin to keep adding rings to his hand, particularly as he almost never wore them. Everyone already agreed that Anduin could take as many wives as he wanted, so there was also no sense of him wearing a token of monogamy. No, what they did instead was, when they said their vows, Anduin taking collars and wrapping them around their necks.

All of his slaves, even the lowest ones, had such a collar, but where his queens had important tokens, such as Jaina’s pendant of admiralship, or custom-made pieces from rare metals, Tyrande, Shandris, Maiev and Vanessa, whenever she was within Stormwind Keep, only got dog tags from simple iron.

“By the Light and the Shadow!” Omnius declared, raising both of his hands and summoning the powers in question. “I declare them husband and wife, master and slaves! You may now do with them whatever the hell you please!”

Everyone applauded the High King’s third marriage. More than a few men using the asses of their worthless others (an idiom that commonly replaced significant other when referring to their slaves) rather than a second hand to clap. That was the only source of moaning for a moment, the orgy would not begin until Anduin gave the signal.

Normally he would climb on the altar with his new wife and brutally fuck her, but that wasn’t exactly an option this time. Then he had the idea how to go about this. “My people, I will make this short, as my mouth will be occupied in a moment,” he shouted out loud, pulling both the pale skinned queens of Stormwind close and groped their asses. “Enjoy todays abundance as you enjoy every day!”

Whistles and screams of appreciation rang out as he then took Xal’atath with both hands and raised her entire body on his shoulders. The lofty dress settled over his head and tinted the world . Her pussy was smothered into his face and his hands secured her by digging into her soft ass. The Old Goddess reacted quick and ran her hands through his long, golden mane, as her thighs further balanced the ludicrous position. Both superhuman, well, one superhuman and the other far different than human, they managed to keep their balance even Xal’atath began moaning with her husband’s tongue inside her.

Aclysia immediately realized what she was supposed to do as well, falling on her knees and hastily undoing her master’s ceremonious trousers. “Cock… Anduin’s fat, delicious cock,” she panted as it freed and landed across her face, growing quickly to full erection. She breathed in deeply, one hand on his sack and lightly massaging the two balls swimming inside the fertile seed inside, the other pushing into her pants.

Her pushed out ass, resting on her heels, was the centre of attention for a moment. Full and pale, framed with the green marks on her body, with only that little bit of leather eating into the crack between the plump cheeks.

She licked the base with her hot tongue, then quickly moved up. “Mashtah’s…,” the words came slurred out of her wide open mouth and were interrupted by the sound of slurping, “…shupreme cock…” Her whole body shivered when the flow of precum met her halfway and the taste, one she had become addicted too after just one shared night, spread on her tongue. Before she knew it, her instincts had caused her slow movement to grow ravenous and she was pressing the base of her tongue against the head of her beloved master’s cock.

With that, the orgy began. Men and women ripped off what little clothing, if any, they had put on against the dropping temperatures. After a long summer, autumn was finally around the corner. This may very well have been the last opportunity this year for a public fuckfest of this scale.

While everyone else was busy either begging for their master’s cock or roughly fucking whoever of their faithfully enslaved women they wanted, Anduin’s own sluts were making themselves comfortable on the stairs leading up to the altar. This was their place, worshipping their bodies at the feet of their king. Masturbating, kissing, scissoring or eating one another out, they were open for any perversion as they were all whores seeking debauchery. Always keeping their pussies primed to be penetrated. Always in Anduin’s reach. Always gasping as loud as their lust allowed them, hoping that it was their sweet moans that turned their master on the most. Always wanting his cock.

He may have been limited to just one dick, but one of the spells Xal’atath had shown him could maybe work in this situation. Just a few changes had to be made. Through their marks, Anduin perceived the positions of his slaves, then gathered the Shadow and added just a bit of Light.

Aclysia was sucking the one he had with such intensity that he wasn’t even sure he would be able to remove it against the vacuum in her cheeks if he wanted. It was tighter in her mouth than the virgin pussies of some random civilians he had taken. She was as talented at cocksucking as she took pleasure in the act, just a few days of practice more and Anduin would have a perfectly suitable cumslut for his days on the throne.

Tentacles of darkness sprouted from the floor and wrapped themselves around the unsuspecting girls. Yelps were heard, immediately supplanted by ecstatic gasps as they noticed the voidborne limbs to be belong to their master and the slimy tendrils slithered between their legs and around their tits, grabbing their limbs and raised them into the air. Unlike normal void tentacles, these dark growths had golden sigils and lines running over them.

Normally just a binding spell, these special tentacles were an actual extension of Anduin’s will and, to a lesser effect, his body. He could see and, more importantly, feel with them, particularly the engorged tips were as sensitive as his proper cock. Although it would be infertile seed, he was certain he could cum with them as well. Something he would find out very soon, as the tentacles sought out each unoccupied holes.

Were two of his slaves were already pleasing each other, the tentacles had maintained their positions to allow them to continue and kiss or eat each out. Others were simply shoved together by the writhing limbs and began groping the closest body out of lustful instinct. About as thick as Anduin’s cock, tipped with engorged head of similar size to his own, his whores quickly familiarized themselves with this new application of their master’s might by showering the tentacles in attention. As was only natural for anything that came from Anduin.

Although individually Shandris’ and Tyrande’s breasts were on the smaller side, when pressed against each other made for a firm yet soft surrounding. They were quickly glistening from the slimy secrete that kept the tentacle sliding up and down between them smooth. Drops of saliva also fell and ran down the dark shaft of the voidborne limb, coming from the greedy mouths of the two night elves giving it a thorough worshipping by marking every centimetre with kisses as it slid by them.

Midnight blue and well-combed hair whirled in tandem to the turquoise, naturally wild mane of Tyrande. Their flawless, purple skin was flushed to the tip of their long ears as they attempted not to taste as much of the tendrils as they could. With their full, dark lips and long tongues, they slurped up as much of it as they could, the secrete was just a note bitterer than their beloved master’s precum.

The only thing that interrupted them in their attempts were their own moans. With their arms raised above their head, bundled together and used to keep them held in the air, they had very little control about their situation. It excited them to the core. Nothing was more ecstatic than trusting their master with all that they had. Aside from their mouths, they only moved their hips of their own. Grinding their outer lips against the tentacles that slithered across there.

Maiev enjoyed her lack of control even more, as she had even less off it. Effectively hog tied by the tentacles bending all of her limbs behind her back, her pussy presented clearly towards the open room between willingly spread, tentacle locked legs, she could do nothing but keep her mouth open as the one tentacle merciful enough to enter her fucked her face. In this, the flexible limb went even deeper than Anduin’s real cock could have.

Although she still would have preferred his real thing to abuse her upper fuckhole, feeling the tendril sliding painfully deep into her mouth was its own pleasure for the masochistic redhead. Her petite breasts rose and feel quickly whenever she was allowed to breathe, an enticing sight of brown flesh quivering in asphyxiated desperation. If she would have had a moment, she would have begged for the tentacles around her nether regions to fuck her as hard as only Anduin could.

However, they only probed against her ass and pussy, never properly entering her. They smeared their thick, slow-running fluids over the squished hills her ass instead. Before she knew it, the abusement and denial of proper pleasure sent her right over the edge. In front of the gathered people of Stormwind and raised up like a piece meat on display, she came like an absolute slut, squirting towards the crowd. A mixture of applaud and ridicule reached her trained ears, only causing her lust to swell. Like a whip, one of the tentacles slapped against her ass and caused her to scream in ecstasy, as much as the ravaging piece in her throat allowed her.

“I like your new toys,” Valeera gasped. The second queen had been scissoring it up with her senior, a position that had been roughly maintained. Together with Jaina, she had been raised by the waist and legs. They had enough wiggle room to continue their lesbian actions through gyrating motions of their lower bodies. Although a bunch of tentacles were separating their pussies from touching directly, the way they pressed the slithering limbs into each other’s wet folds was rewards enough on its own.

They also both still had their hands free, allowing them to grab a couple of unoccupied tentacles and beginning to jerk them off. With furious movements, Valeera was rubbing the shafts of two tentacles, occasionally guiding one of them to her deep crimson lips. “Now you can fuck us all at the same time,” she giggled and moaned, moving her hips more intensely. Like everyone else she was waiting for the moment where Anduin decided to fill her needy cunt.

Jaina would have added some words of agreement, but the first queen of Stormwind found herself at the receiving end of some special treatment. Only sluggishly, did her hands slide back and forth over the sensitive areas of the tentacles. She just didn’t have the presence of mind to do more than that, as three more tentacles were giving her huge tits attention.

One was the usual tentacle, as girthy as Anduin’s cock and nestled deep between her breasts, pumping up and down through her cleavage and into her mouth. Having her mouth and tits fucked by her husband, even if only indirectly, at the same time was already bliss. It would not have been enough to distract her from her duty to give Anduin the best handjob she could, however. The silver haired arch mage took immense pleasure in serving her master to the best of her ability, after all, as she expected of all of his women.

The other two tendrils put her mind and body aflame, however. They were much thinner than the others and harder to conjure, Anduin found as he continued to experiment. Rather than ending in the cock-like tips, those two tentacles had something like a suction cup at the end. After having slung themselves around her heaving breasts several times, the soft meat spilling out between the spiralling trenches, the tentacles used the cups and sucked down on her nipples.

Her breasts were kneaded from all sides, while being squished together to completely engulf the central tentacle that was fucking her mouth. The sensitive pink crowns of her milky skin were pulled on with immense force and stimulated by dozens if not hundreds of small protrusions inside the suction cup, like numerous tongues licking and worshipping her breasts.

This was what kept her mind off concentrating and made her cum over and over again. Her brilliant blue eyes were only too aware of the crowd and exhibitionist that she was, this only made her orgasms stronger. ‘Yes, watch me…’ she thought, as he noticed that there were men and women out there who themselves couldn’t concentrate anymore, were entranced by her display, ‘See what belongs to your king and your kind alone! Look at this bitch in heat only he gets to fuck! Look at me cum!’ her body tensed and for a moment the tentacle pulled out of her mouth to allow the arch mage to scream out her lust for all to witness. “MASHTAAAAAAAAH!” the single, slurred word left her mouth, filled with his manly, delightful taste. The envy of the other women, fucked by mighty studs that still didn’t compare to Anduin, in the room was almost graspable.

Not stopping at the slaves on the stairs, sets of tentacles also set out to molest Xal’atath and Aclysia. “Oh yeeessssssss,” the Old Goddess hissed in delight at the familiar feeling slithering over her skin, much more sensitive than any previous iterations of her body. One of them wrapped around her neck and began chocking her lightly. Her body remembered the intense, mind-shattering pleasure that had accompanied the last time Anduin had roughly handled her windpipe in such a manner. “Yes… yessss…,” her manipulative, eloquent speech had died to just that one word, getting repeated over and over again and growing higher in pitch.

She felt a tentacle pushing against her anus, smearing her sphincter with its fluid to easier push inside once the High King wanted to. Open wide in a loud moan, her mouth was immediately filled with the tip of the very same tentacle that was choking her. Whenever it slipped deep into her mouth, the constricting wrap around her throat grew tighter.

‘I LOVE this,’ she realized. What had been utter humiliation was now making her overflow on her new master’s tongue. He was doing things to her she had never thought she could feel. ‘He needs a reward…’ she thought, something that she couldn’t quite ponder on as her husband’s pussy eating skills kept her nerves electrified. She would scheme about it later.

Aclysia, too, felt the tentacles probing against her lower holes. As they forced themselves under her tight leather clothes, she pulled her hand away from massaging her clit and used it to worship Anduin’s cock as well. Soon the strings could no longer keep the leather in place. Luckily, both top and bottom were designed to be removed easily. She needed only to push her ass out for the tentacles to pull the pants off and the dildos out of her.

They were replaced with the teasing tendrils’ touch and Aclysia moaned. Moaned and kept sucking that delicious cock. All the way into her throat. Waiting there. Waiting. Massaging his base and hard shaft with her tongue. His balls with her hands. She loved it so much. She felt so fulfilled. Her mouth was made for sucking cock and no cock was greater than his.

She looked up with the dark eyes he granted her, to see Anduin eat out Xal’atath. Admiring her master’s own skill with his tongue and the marvellous sight of his fingers digging into her purplish-blue ass, the demon hunter only felt the need to do even better. Slowly, she moved her head back, sucking him tightly and lathering every bit of him in the loving touch of her tongue as he slid out of her throat.

The moment she felt the thick head of his cock on the base of her tongue, she slammed back down instinctively. Her body revolted at the idea of letting more of it leave her mouth. Wanted to keep this pulsating piece of hard pleasure inside her mouth forever. ‘More, I want to suck it more,’ she thought, her last clear words before the world was ignited in the fires of ecstasy.

Anduin could wait no longer. His girls had clearly gotten used to the alien limbs he summoned and the pleasure he received through them was too much on his perverted mind. There was but a short second of preparation, then all of the tentacles finally ravaged their way into pussy and assholes of his slave’s gathered.

Penetrating that many holes at once was an insane rush. Muffled screams of pure bliss echoed from the stairs, in the throat around his cock and in the pussy on his lips. He began thrusting his hips and all the tentacles in the room followed the pumping motion. Slowly at first, still minding the balance with Xal’atath on his shoulders, then with quicker and quicker speed as he got used to her weight – using unoccupied tentacles to keep her steady. Eventually, he dared to even take one hand of her ass. Quickly it found Aclysia’s left horn and grabbed tight. He was in control of everything.

Nothing got his whore’s off harder than knowing they were being dominated by him. Even Valeera, herself a sadist, loved it when he rough-handed her. With two thick tentacles fucking her lower holes in a perfect rhythm, two more competing for her mouth, rough was the only word she could use.

As the intensity of the thrusts increased, all of the girls fell into a state of perpetual cumming. Up and down was lost as their eyes rolled up in their sockets. Jaws hung open wide, beckoning tentacles to fill them. Short gaps between facefuckings were filled with the screams of climax, each loud enough to drown out the entire orgy in the rest of the cathedral. They ignored their burning lungs as their lolled out tongues and flying spit formed hasty words. “MAssshtaaah!” “Ahhhnduin..” “IloveyouiloveyouI…” “Fuhck me…” “Hard…er…” “Your shlave, I am your shlave…” “Ushe meee-aaah.”

Each thrust and shout brought Anduin closer to his own climax. Xal’atath’s fingers were clawing into his golden hair. The cock-addict Aclysia had her arms closed around his waist, embracing his every penetration of her throat. Her entire body shifted under the constant force of his hips and tentacles fucking her from behind.

Finally, he could hold on no longer. He sucked on Xal’atath’s clit. He pulled Aclysia down to the base. He pulled the tip of the tentacle between Tyrande’s and Shandris’ face. He bent Maiev’s body that little bit more, tightened her bindings. He slithered the tentacles Valeera had been jerking up to her body. He removed the suction cups from Jaina’s swollen, red nipples and transformed them back into normal tips. He went deep into all holes. Then he came. All of him came.

The tentacles pumped every last hole full of seed, covered every body in the white fluid and, although infertile, the magic within it rang true with the marks. Orgasms were brought to insane heights, semen mixing with absurd amounts of squirting juice, splattering on and running down the stairs. Their irises almost vanished into their skull’s, as the perverted pieces of enslaved fuckmeat all became unified in their thoughts of gratitude for their master, the sole thing that layered even over the multiple orgasms coalescing.

Being the recipient of his one true seed, Aclysia almost teared up from the raw amount of fulfilment she filled as it guzzled down her throat. Even though her conscious mind drowned in the lust, her body still remembered to serve. Her head bobbed back and forth on its own, milking Anduin of all of what he had to give.

Each time her movements got another spurt of semen out of him, the tentacles also filled the girl’s with more of their favourite treat. Their form’s were covered in the thick fluid as well, slowly running over their curved or pooling between breasts, soaking their hair. Even thought it was only her ass and mouth that were being filled, the Old Goddess with the midnight coloured hair, was cumming just as hard as Aclysia. The magical pleasure of his semen was still lesser than the High King’s tongue technique. Her black fluids filled his mouth repeatedly with the sweet taste of honey and ecstasy.

Her mind was so far gone that she barely even noticed when she got put on the altar. The other girls were slowly lowered onto the ground and left to rest in the puddles of their own making. All of them were in a similar state of mind. Only Aclysia had the presence of mind to yearningly stretch her open mouth towards the cock now removed from her, but no control over her limbs to act further. “Now to fuck you one by one,” Anduin announced as he spread her trembling legs. “Starting with my two new wives, of course.” The mighty rod between his legs was hard and the balls as swollen as if he hadn’t had sex in a week.

Although barely aware of more than raw bliss, Xal’atath moaned, “Yessss, mashteerrr, whatever you want from me-Aaaaah!” Then he entered her pussy and split her wide. The High King had no other duties but this orgy on that day.

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“It has already been four months, hasn’t it?” Anduin mumbled, his head resting against the back of his new throne, his arms easefully wrapped around Jaina and Tyrande at his side, with Maiev working on his cock.

A large, leather wrapped thing of gold, silver and marble. It wasn’t as tall as the former, but this new throne also didn’t properly qualify as a glorified chair but more like a glorified couch, the seating a half-circle. It was ideal for the High King, as it allowed up to four of his slaves to sit next to him, but still gave enough (padded) leg space to have three worshiping his cock. It was also a whole lot more comfortable.

This was the third throne Stormwind had seen since the original one had been destroyed during the second war. The first had been an undecorated, but still majestic, hunk of stone. The second a pillar of glass, gold and marble, with four golden lion statures at the base. Since that had been impossible to move, they had disassembled it and re-used the parts either as decoration for the throne room or incorporated it into the new one.

Anduin had originally protested the suggestion of removing the throne his father had commissioned, but it was an impractical thing, so he eventually caved. The lions now held a solemn vigil over the throne room from their positions in the corners. As to who had wanted this new throne, the primary demand had come from Jaina and Valeera.

“Sitting on a separate throne is unfitting,” the arch mage had stated, “as your queen, nothing, no clothes and no distance, should be between us, no matter the day.” Now that he was surrounded by their body heat at any given moment, he definitely saw the merit in that argument.

“Since my submission, you mean?” Tyrande asked and thought back. “Yes, it has indeed only been four months.” The night elf glanced over to Jaina, “we will know precisely when it has been ten.”

The silver-haired human had gotten her beginnings of a baby bump and her breasts had also increased in size, if only slightly. Although she was admittedly nervous about these changes to her body, Jaina had assured numerous times that she was mainly excited. Even now, she slid a hand over the bump with a gentle smile. “That we will,” she agreed in a soothing tone. At her age, it very well could have been that she ended up childless, if Anduin hadn’t gone to save her. Now that she was actually carrying, she felt happier than ever before in her life.

Anduin placed a kiss on his first queen’s forehead and then looked back to the court. Nothing interesting was going on. They were simply still in session, waiting for news to arrive and react to it with commands or policy. Currently, there was no backlog. Direct confrontations with the Horde were at an all-time low, since Zandalar was currently re-evaluating their relationship with the faction who DIDN’T have a leader that took out the blood trolls. It didn’t seem like they would deny them friendship, but an integration into the Horde, and them fighting the Alliance by conclusion, now seemed off the table.

A wise decision anyhow, since the Stormwind fleet was oppressively dominant at this point. In total, the Horde and Alliance fleets had been roughly equal at the start of the war – with a noticeable tilting in the Horde’s favour thanks to heavy losses during the burning of Teldrassil and the subsequent escape of Talanji and Zul. The arrival of the Kul’Tiran fleet had changed that balance in the Alliance’s favour, if only slightly. The true advantage, however, lay in the fact that the Kul’Tiran, Stormwind’s and the remainders of the night elven fleet all rested under his centralized command. The Horde’s fractured nature made their navy less effective.

Same couldn’t be said for the air and land forces. The latter, Sylvanas clearly edged them out on thanks to her direct control of the largest Azerite deposit in Silithus and a more advanced understanding of the resource. In the air, they should have been equal. In regards to technology, there were equal. However, there were infinitely more goblins then there were gnomes and since the small humanoids were the chief engineers on all of the advanced machinery needed, the Horde was currently edging them out on production. It was a problem they had to solve sooner rather than later. Anduin planned to ask Mekatorque for additional engineers on his visit to Ironforge in just a few days. That one was overdue anyhow. Many people that had been visiting Stormwind through the underground connection now stayed in the city permanently. Every day, more people were migrating from the dwarven mountain hold into the human city of debauchery. Anduin had no plans to stop this, the dwarves had always been friends to Stormwind and integrated seamlessly, but some sort of plant for this situation still had to be made. It wouldn’t be soon before they ran out of space to house the newcomers in and the winter was fast approaching.

A great example for this was the messenger who came walking in through the door, wearing clothes. About two weeks ago, there had been one particularly cold and rainy day and, with great hesitation, people had crammed out their clothes again. Since then, the clothing market, having gone through somewhat rough times recently, had hit a massive boom.

Since everyone was used to flaunting their sexually improved and healthy bodies now nobody really wanted to wear anything. Therefore, if they HAD to wear stuff, it at least had to be sexy and as revealing as possible. Much of Stormwind’s old fashion died over night, found to be too prude, and was replaced with articles that were revealing, easy to take off, tickled some particular fetishes, or all of the mentioned.

The current fad was a weather-proof robe over lingerie. The underwear market was something the king’s personal leathermaker, Fitz Skincutters, had quickly bought himself into and was now monopolizing. If it came to making attractive looking clothes, there was no one more experienced.

The messenger stopped in the middle of the hall and unrolled a scroll that must have arrived per gryphon. “News from the new city of Valeeria,” he announced and then began reading from the list. In summary, it was news about the construction exceeding even the most optimistic estimates of Anduin’s architects. Once done, Anduin offered the man a rest with two slaves of his choosing, something the messenger enthusiastically agreed on.

Much to the surprise of everybody, a black void suddenly tore open in the middle of the room, just three steps behind the messenger, who turned around and then fell backwards. Pieces of the darkness peeled out and extended elsewhere like boneless hand, scattering like smoke quickly after they formed.

“My king!” Genn howled, halfway out of his seat where his wife was busy sucking his cock together with some elven slut.

“Relax, Genn,” Anduin shouted for everyone to hear, raising a hand in a calming fashion. “It’s just your third queen approaching. You know how she is about walking.”

Xal’atath stepped out of the portal, “Do you expect me to get wet and cold in the rain?” The question wasn’t serious, the Old Goddess didn’t care about getting cold, her body was purely magical anyway. It was simply beneath her to walk any distance. “The proper thing would have been to have me carried from the cathedral.”

Ever since seeing the statue of Elune, Xal’atath had insisted on making the cathedral, particularly the part dedicated to the Shadow, her home. She still spent most of her nights in Anduin’s bedroom, but it was evident that she saw herself as a new deity in Stormwind’s worship of Light and Shadow. Given what she was, this was hard to argue with. In response, Tyrande had also begun holding more sermon’s in the name of the moon goddess.

Some sort of non-Titan pantheon was quickly forming – with Anduin as some sort of head figure. Odd, given that nobody actually venerated him as a god. The people were simply giving respect to his position as the greatest man, subjugator of any higher being. Since this, too, was technically true, Anduin had no way to protest aside from his discomfort with the idea of being worshipped in any but a sexual sense. In response, he was praised for his humbleness and only rose in respect. This new ‘religion’ forming on top of the old one was an unstoppable process. A hotpot mixture of night elven faith together with the veneration of Light and Shadow, with a dash of dwarven beliefs.  

“What brings you here, then?” Jaina raised her voice, the moaning in the room growing relatively quiet. “Is it our husband’s cock? There is no need to make such a show, in that case.” She looked at the still open portal. “Both me and Tyrande are willing to let you have it for some time.” Maiev didn’t get asked, her position being too low for her opinion to matter. As for the other two, they were already leaking Anduin’s semen from their pussies and were just gathering their breath.

“Mhm, not what I actually came for, but doubtlessly something I will…” she licked her purple lips, “…cherish in some time.” She made her way towards Anduin’s throne, each step swinging her hips seductively, leading on the eyes of everyone as they followed the bounce of her tits and ass. When she reached him, she stepped around Maiev and looked at Tyrande with an impatient impression.

The high slave gazed back for a few moments, only moving from her place after placing a kiss on Anduin’s lips, leaving her taste lingering there. This way, she made clear that it was respect to the order in his harem, not to the manipulative voidborne, that made her give up the seat right next to their master. “Entitled bitch,” the words still escaped Tyrande’s mouth.

They went ignored, as Xal’atath pressed her mouth on Anduin’s, initiating a kiss that lasted over a minute. Tongues whirled and the Old Goddess moaned lustfully as she and Anduin exchanged an ever more passionate moment. Growing more offensive with each passing moment, Anduin eventually allowed himself one groan of delight as he came inside Maiev’s mouth. Soon, there was only the voidborne’s taste left in his mouth.

When their lips parted, Xal’atath gave Tyrande a victorious glare, the latter showing her teeth as if she was a wild cast. Anduin let them have their little games and fights, at the end of the day, they were all devoted to him. “Get along, you two,” he whispered and their poisonous exchange ended immediately, turning to him with love in their glowing eyes, silver and light blue, “tell me, what is this about, Atha.”

Apparently, it was some sort of token of friendship between Old Gods to only address each other by the longer part of their name. It was usually used to ridicule the weaker ones of their kin instead. In this specific case, Xal’atath had told him as another sigh on her total submission to him. However, since Atath had sounded too much like Arthas to Anduin, he had given her the nickname Atha. That made the High King the first normal person ever to get married to, sleep with and give a cute nickname to, an Old God.

“I have been troubled with two small problems lately,” she began her explanations. “I want to give you a reward, my master, for showing me that even the Light has its uses amongst the…” she took a quivering breathe, her pussy already wet from his presence and their kiss, “intense experiences you blessed me with. Almost as important, I find myself with a lack of servants in the cathedral. I had to actually get up and my own wine yesterday.”

This was to be expected. Just because it was now an accepted worship, didn’t mean members of the cult just appeared out of nowhere. Especially since most people with a previous background in the Shadow were members of the Twilight’s Hammer, an organization that Anduin couldn’t forgive – especially, since he now knew that the power they used wasn’t the sole reason for their corruption.

“I take it you have found a solution for both, then?” Anduin asked and his third wife gestured towards the portal.

“Come out then, Umbric,” she shouted and out of the portal stepped an elf. He was just like Xal’atath, the body of a blood elf, but with blueish pale skin, eyes that glowed with an icy light and hair tinted with the colour of midnight. “It seems describing me as a ‘void elf’ wasn’t false after all, Anduin,” she told him with a smug smile, as if him being correct reflected positively on her, “I found him and his people with the help of this peculiar Alleria woman.”

More elves of similar looks appeared behind him, an overwhelming number of them female and all blessed with the usual sexiness of elves, painted with an alien exotic. The nobles and servants, men and women alike, feasted their eyes on the small group. It helped that all of them were naked, presented their bodies without shame and even seemed to feel right at home in the orgy-like gathering of the court.

“Greetings, your majesty,” the leader of the small group announced and bowed, his followers copying the motion mere moments after him. “I am magister Umbric,” he continued after straightening back up. “The beautiful Xal’atath, …your… wife…” it was evident he still had troubles believing that, “…assured us we would find a home here.”

“It depends,” Anduin stated, leaning forwards in a deeply interested fashion. If his experiences had told him anything so far, then that all elves were sluts, whether they knew or not. These people seemed to know and also to grow more impatient with every passing second. He turned to the Old Goddess, “You didn’t do anything to them, right?”

“Oh no, they had dabbled in the void to fix their mana addiction and found their way into Telogrus Rift somehow,” she reported. “By the time I found them, they were already deeply cleansed.”

“You mean corrupted?”

“From your perspective? I suppose so,” Xal’atath shrugged. “Either way, there is just a few hundreds of them. They started with low numbers and apparently most males don’t want to leave the place of transformation. New slaves for your people, servants directly under my control. We both win.”

“I see,” Anduin nodded and raised his voice again. “Did she tell you what she wants you to be, then? That you are to be slaves to my people?”

“We were informed at great lengths by Alleria,” Umbric reported. The eldest Windrunner sister hadn’t voiced any public support for Anduin’s transformation of Stormwind. “About all the bads… and the immense lists of goods.” She had, however, also been seen screwing the brains out of her husband in public.

Apparently the two of them had some slight problems. Due to him being so closely aligned to the Light and her to the Shadow, they had been unable to touch each other. Until Anduin rolled in and balanced the two forces. Where he reigned, the two of them could kiss, hold hands, and fuck like beasts. They weren’t on-board with the whole polygamy thing, apparently, but since it was Anduin’s success that kept them able to screw, they didn’t go against him either.

Umbric cleared his throat, his revealed cock pulsating and dribbling precum. It was slowly getting hard for him to concentrate, with all of these attractive women around them. “The Shadow gave us power and it removed many of the inhibitions our kind carried before… the transformation was…” he stopped, “Orgasmic… Some of us decided to stay behind in the Void, but we crave more pleasure and safety.” He lowered himself on his knees. “We would be happy to submit ourselves to you and your wife.”

Moments passed and Anduin gestured for Maiev to finally stop sucking his cock. “No,” he said and surprised whispers went through the room. With shocked expressions, the dozen void elves Xal’atath had teleported in raised their heads. “You seem to have an misunderstanding, one I can hardly blame you for,” the High King stated and grabbed the pale-skinned Xal’atath by the throat, dragging her after him as he walked up to the group.

“Lucky,” he heard Maiev grumble behind him, the masochistic Warden witnessing the Old Goddess squirming in delight as she was tortured in her favourite way.

“You do not swear your loyalty to her,” Anduin threw Xal’atath before the cowering magister. Landing on her back, she waited eagerly for what came next. The voidborne had schemed her way into a position of punishment, a creative application of her talents. “She is just a sleeve for my cock. Let me show you. Cum.” The single word caused her hips to rock off the ground. “Harder. Cum!” Anduin repeated, her sharp nails digging small trenches into the stone floor. “HARDER! Do it for me, Atha.”

“YESSSSHH, MASTERRRRR!” Xal’atath screamed as she her pussy started squirting without having been touched at all. Each time the dark tainted liquid spurted out of her cunt, her whole body tensed and thrusted that part upwards to be seen by everyone.

“Keep cumming, be quiet,” he told her and her mouth snapped close as her pussy kept covering the floor in her juices. “As you can see, she is my third wife and slave. Old God or not, in this society, you don’t swear loyalty to her. You may speak oaths on her name if you are serving her as my wife, but your loyalty is to me and my people. Is that clear?”

Awestruck by his might, Umbric needed a moment to find his words. “We are not worthy…” he then pressed his forehead to the floor. “Please, High King Anduin Llane Wrynn, let us be the slaves of you and your people, the lowly servants of your slutty whore of a wife.”

“Mhm, yes, this is the proper way to ask,” Anduin agreed and looked over the prostrating group. “Atha, you can stop cumming now. You and you,” he picked the two void elves that struck him as the most attractive, “come with me.” Confused, they did follow him back to throne.

Maiev had cleared the area, sitting obediently where her chain was locked. Watching her master stride by, then the three void-marked creatures after him, she was just happy at how long she got to suck her master’s dick. Said master fell back into his central position and immediately had Jaina and Tyrande back under his arms.

He didn’t have to say anything, the two void elves fell to their knees only slightly slower than Xal’atath, all three immediately starting to suck him off. “Yes,” Anduin stated, “you and your people will fit right in. You are now slaves of Stormwind.”