Who a King must do Chapter 20 – Sluts and Vaults (Patreon)

As much as Anduin was curious what this new and obviously improved gnome was capable off, her and her sized-up tits had to wait. This was despite him being immensely horny thanks to one of his guards fucking her slave relentlessly for the past twenty minutes. For complete safety, they also had to test the gas’ effects on humans and elves. No rejuvenating effects or permanent changes by the looks of it, but it raised the libido of people that took it in something fierce.

“I did not expect you to accompany us,” Anduin pointed out when Fenella joined with the expedition. Although, with their goal this time around, perhaps calling it a liberation force was more accurate.

“Moira would want me to sabotage your endeavour…” the dark iron dwarf stated bluntly, knowing that it was useless to try and lie. Even if Anduin wasn’t going to use his spell, the Old Goddess behind him knew a schemer when she saw one. “So, I want to either do that or witness your miracles firsthand… not that you need to do much more convincing on that front.”

Xal’atath crossed her arms, emphasizing her boobs in the motion. A competitive act against the immensely stacked shorty, no doubt. “You are aware that you will be made subject to the fumes as well, yes? As I understand, you and gnomes share the same mechanical origin, it is likely they will have the same effect on you as it did on them.”

“You know what, I absolutely don’t care,” Fenella announced, after looking over to the two enhanced gnomes. Mizzy was wearing a thick coat against the cold, being naked had not been viable for an extended period, crawling in the snow at the behest of Valeera. The High Tinker, in the meanwhile, was coordinating efforts with newfound strength. “They look like they are forty again,” if they were humans, she would probably have said twenty, “…and… no, never mind.”

Valeera raised her eyes off the tiny slut that was licking her boots. “You getting as horny as this masochistic piece of filth will get you the courage to hop on my husband’s cock, right?” the blood elf asked with a knowing smirk on her deep red lips.

It was fortunate for Fenella that her skin colour prevented her heavy blush from being too noticeable. Anduin still got that his second wife was right on the money from the fact that the dark iron dwarf was stomping away afterwards. It seemed he could look forward to adding not one but two shorter woman to his harem – if they desired to be branded by him. Basically a given in Mizzy’s case, although her brilliance as a gnomish inventor was still present, a few tests had shown this, her brain was filled with the need to have Anduin’s cock inside her.

Only Anduin’s, much to his approval. Once she had been declared his slave, she had become fiercely loyal to his cock – without even having seen it yet. She just firmly believed herself to be his property until traded away. The High King loved the implication of this. If all female gnomes became like this once transformed, something 100% of all gnomes were interested in, he was looking at a whole new addition to the slave cast. Meanwhile, the male gnomes were all more than welcome to live their lives as masters.

‘If the same is true for dwarves…’ Anduin found himself already planning ahead, ‘…this gas could immediately synchronize the dwarven and gnomish culture with that of Stormwind, with all of their women becoming submissive sluts to the men…’ Aside from elves, where the males were cucked enough to submit themselves to anyone, the extreme of ‘all women were willing sluts’ and ‘all men were dominating studs’ was the natural trend even in the sexually liberated city.

Every day, dozens of high-ranking women were putting down their offices in favour of their masters, serving them willingly with their bodies, as they took on the responsibilities. Something about the constant magic everyone was exposed to was facilitating this development – with no harm done to anyone in the process.

The point was, this would weld together the Alliance in a common culture centred around good looking, dominant men fucking gorgeous, masochistic sluts. Anduin was only slightly worried the men would eventually turn to be cruel but, if the past months and human development were any indication, there was no sign of anyone taking the new order for granted. Wives and public property alike were always handled with great care.

“Anduin,” Mekkatorque came over in his mecha, the business of the camp was slowly dying down as people got settled with their equipment. “We are ready to depart whenever you are.”

A few minutes later, they walked through the entrance of Gnomeregan, a large cog-like gate in the mountainside. The initial areas they passed through bore the marks of past destruction, but the reclaiming efforts up until this point had made it so the rubble was put in piles at the side. Defect machinery was hanging around everywhere, only touched by the hands of troggs out to let out their immature rage on whatever seemed somewhat destructible.

Said monsters quickly appeared before the large expedition. Grotesque, disease riddled humanoids with flat faces and large mouths with crooked, yellow teeth. Anduin cut them down without much concern, they were one of the races on Azeroth that there was no hope for. Numerous and aggressive, they were basically like hungry rats on search for something they could smash over the head and eat. They were too dumb for negotiations and too hostile to ignore.

It was fortunate that they were weak as well. Between Anduin and his slaves, they were butchered by the hundreds as they descended deeper into the city, always guided by Mekkatorque. Soon, they reached the areas of the underground capital that were still claimed by the irradiated smog. With the massive amount of equipment they had brought with them, they managed to cut deep inside.

Eventually, the expedition put up camp near the source of all the radiation, the central power chamber. Although it had been bombs that originally eradiated Gnomeregan, it was the subsequent damages and sabotage by the traitor Thermaplugg that kept it that way. They were about to enter an area where only Anduin’s magic could protect them from the dark green smoke, and he didn’t have enough energy to shield the hundreds of gnomes with them. That aside, they needed to hold the leper gnomes that came out to attack their expedition somewhere until the cleansing.

These green-skinned mutations would hopefully be cured once the radiation was cleared by the High King’s might. No guarantee for this was given. However, the High Tinker refused to kill his own people if there was a chance to save them.

Due to the weakness of the opposition and the competent guidance of Mekaktorque, they arrived at their target in a few hours. A steadily leaking, massive machine of nuts, bolts, gears and metal plates that supplied the entire city with energy. Once there, it was actually rather easy to fix the entire situation. Anduin simply had to repeat the ritual he had gone through above ground, but spend more energy in the process.

He rammed both of his swords into the machinery. This damaged the hull, but was necessary for him to channel his powers effectively. Closing his eyes, he and Xal’atath joined their mighty reserves. Anduin spend all of his power on the Light, the Old Goddess lending her Shadow. The High King lead and Black Blade felt an almost orgasmic satisfaction at being useful to her master. In many ways, its was more pleasurable than simple sexual gratification. Serving a man such as him was so… deeply intoxicating.

It were those feelings, unbeknownst to both Anduin and Xal’atath, that caused the perverted corruption within the gas. A fact that didn’t matter whatsoever, as the green, thick fog around them began to turn colour.

As he had hoped, doing so at the heart of the issue caused a chain reaction. All of the gas inside the city was gripped by the change, the noxious green turning into a light pink all around Anduin. All of Gnomeregan was cleansed off the radiation within half an hour of the High King standing there and channelling his power, not stopping until he no longer felt any resistance to his spell.

“Now,” Anduin took a deep breath, as this act had actually exhausted him somewhat, “you should fix the leaks, Gelbin.” Although the radiation had now been cleansed, there was still new fumes rising from the broken ventilation system of the power generator. Taking several breaths of the pink gas, it was almost unavoidable, since it was all around him, Anduin felt his lust rising. It was very much like tasting the pussy juices of Xal’atath or Aclysia. His cock expanded within the confines of his armour.

“Mhm, no, I don’t think that’ll be necessary, your highness,” Mekkatorque stated turning his looking glasses and analysing the gabs in the machines hull. “Your act just now seems to have enchanted the G.U.P.S.W.U.R. itself. The new fumes it spews out are the same as those currently around us.” The now young-looking gnome made a curious sound. “Fascinating. Not only did you reclaim my people’s home, you also eliminated our pollution footprint.”

There were a bunch of things Anduin didn’t quite follow in that explanation, but it sounded like he had done even better than anticipated. In the distance behind him, he heard moans. Quiet at first, but quickly escalating. Things were heating up, over the coming ten minutes, they would only get worse.

“How do you feel?” Anduin asked Gelbin, curious what the gas effect was on the already changed gnome.

“Immensely horny!” Mekkatorque announced, the effect of the gas on him was the same as on Anduin now, “So, please, let us hurry back to the camp!”

“Yesss, pleasseee,” he heard the sharp voice of Jaina and turned to look at his wives. From the arch mage, over the crimson assassin to the demonhunter, they were all rubbing their pussies relentlessly.

“Weak willed creaturrrr-,” Xal’atath mocked after changing back into her gorgeous female form, interrupted by her own gasps. “Oh my master… this is… rather potent…” even the Old Goddess could not resist. Surrounded by the pink mist, she soon joined her fellow slaves in pleasuring herself. Even Maiev, normally proud in her ability to wait for her master’s command to do anything, had forced a gauntleted hand down her leather pants. It seemed this gas had a much stronger effect on females than on males.

Or, perhaps, the effect was just different. Although Anduin didn’t feel that much hornier than usual, his desire to dominate was swelling. Not nearly to the levels felt when he had been possessed by the Shadow, but it was still intense. The fact that they were touching themselves without his permission was annoying him fiercely. How dared they feel any pleasure without asking him?

“Stop,” he therefore commanded, his slaves obeying immediately. As the mark did its work, their hands froze and a look of intense want appearing on their face as Anduin dismissed his armour. They were loving the sensation running over them, without choice, only pieces of meat for their master to use as he saw fit. Despite their wishes to be dominated, they wouldn’t have been able to stop with a normal command. The mist made them just too horny. “Nobody is getting fucked before we return to ca-“

“Aaaaahhhh,” a loud moan interrupted him, guiding his gaze onto the floor. The gnome with the pink twin-tails, Mizzy didn’t have a mark that forced her to obey and as such was still rubbing her clit intensely, writhing on the floor to his feet. “I’m soooo shooory,” she wailed in lust, “I just caaaan’t stoooop!”

“Horny, disobedient slut,” Anduin growled at her, putting a foot on her head. That only made her hands work faster, her hips flying off the ground as she violently came from having her face squished between his sole and metal floor. Her voice was stuck in a single high note, her nimble tinker’s fingers working her pussy and then stopping as she reached the absolute height of her orgasm. A squirt of liquid burst out and landed on Anduin’s other foot. The High King stared with dark perversion in his eyes and then lifted Mizzy off the floor, grabbing her by the throat.

Orgasm barely fading, her hands immediately started working again. Both of them now, massaging pussy lips and clit. The manhandling her master let her feel, the onset of asphyxiation, it only increased the rejuvenated gnome’s lust. Nothing in her life did she feel more thankful about than being the first slut to have stepped into the pink mist, giving her the opportunity to be dominated by this stud of a man. The judgemental stares of his better slaves only made it better.

“Stop.” Anduin told her once again. She tried, she really tried, but all that happened was that her eyes travelled up her skull as she slipped two fingers into her tight, pink pussy. Mizzy had masturbated so much in her life, built so many contraptions to help herself with lonely evenings, never had it felt this good.

“Sh….rr…y,” she pressed out, passed her forcefully narrowed windpipe. Her bright, pink lips quivered in shame. Disobeying the High King, she was such a failure.

Anduin glanced at his wives, restlessly shifting and touching each other in an effort to find some relief. They were careful not to get at each other’s senstitive spots, however, only trailing around them with their fingers as they exchanged kisses and words of compliments or loving abuse. Their legs were defined by the glistening that ran down the inner sides. Next to them, Mekkatorque was clearly ready to leave and test the whores that this gas had made of the female side of his people.

“You are just my property, right?” the High King made sure that he had her consent. Even in this state, he wanted to make sure he did no violate anybody who didn’t deserve it. “Your only wish is to be fucked and dominated by me and nothing more? No wife, not even a slave, just a dumb piece of meat to be filled up with dick and be bred?”

“Yeshhhhh,” despite her choked state, Mizzy managed to moan that out as clear as she could, cumming again at the fantasies that entered her imagination upon Anduin’s lists of questions. “Lemme… be… be your… slutty piece… of meeeaaaat!” Although her eyes were barely visible anymore and her mind was flimsily present at best, she felt the hot tip pressing against her pussy clearly. She had no words for her ecstasy, only a scream that was shut down by the pair of hands tightening around her neck.

His cock was enormous. Seeing it along had given her no idea how big it really was. The tip parted her and she couldn’t believe that it kept getting thicker as she was impaled by it. She could feel herself stretching around its girth and length, as it kept going deeper into her. There should have been pain somewhere in there, her body revolting against a dick several times larger than what her tiny frame should have been able to take, but Anduin kept pushing into her and all she felt was burning hot bliss.

Anduin felt surprised by this himself. He had fucked gnomes before and there had always been a point, around halfway in, where he simply ran out of pussy to penetrate. The gas must have had an influence on her sex. Logical, seeing how Mekkatorque’s cock would have been way too big for his own people now.

The entire sheathe of his cock was gripping tightly and only expanding as he stretched it. He could see a light bulge in her stomach as he went deeper and deeper. He hit her womb and the inside of her body just stretched to accommodate. All throughout, Mizzy was tense to the core, trembling occasionally and releasing a squirt of liquid around her dominator’s dick.

He was grinding his teeth, breathing heavily out through the nose. The grip of her pussy was intense. The bulge of his dick passed her navel and shortly thereafter he was completely inside of her. Attempting a single thrust, he pulled her up by the throat, but had barely began moving her when he slammer her down again.

Increased sensitivity and the satisfaction he got from dominating a new slave pushed him right past the point of no return. Searing hot, his pleasure pushed itself on the forefront of his mind. His balls tightened, his lungs screamed, “BECOME MY FUCKTOY!” as he blasted his seed inside her. The gnome’s eyes shone purple as the mane-like mark burned itself into the lustfully swollen flesh around her pussy lips. Saliva and tears of happiness stained her face as she threw her head backwards in raw ecstasy.

Mizzy no longer knew where her body even began or ended, where up and down where, only that she was now property of the greatest man on Azeroth, probably even the entire universe and across all planes of existence. It felt like she was getting broken by his dick and the pleasure of magic torrenting through her like an endless source of electricity. All she was, all she wanted to be, was whatever Anduin needed of her now.

At this moment, that was exactly what she was already. Anduin just moved his hands from her throat onto her ass. This way, the small form was secured as the sleeve around his cock he wanted. “Congratulations, Maiev, there is finally a slut even lower in the hierarchy than you are.” Glancing over to his writhing, needy harem, the greatest master gave two simple orders. “Share in her pleasure and follow me.”

He started moving with a strong stride. Whenever he planted his naked foot on the floor, the gnome on his dick jumped, from her pillowy ass over her large tits to her pink twin tails. Mizzy was just choked moans, blissful tears, saliva and rolled back eyes. She had found complete fulfilment in this world, the conscious knowledge that Anduin’s potent sperm was currently busy fertilizing her eggs.

After only a couple of steps, Anduin felt another orgasm swell in his balls. The gas had made him too sensitive and it more was entering his lungs with every breathe. It wasn’t getting any worse, there was a ceiling on its effect, but neither was it getting any better. However, with his bottomless reservoir of seed, he didn’t fear cumming as often as his body demanded. Spurt by spurt, more semen blasted into the gnome’s womb.

Mizzy’s spine arched backwards, her hair dangling freely towards the ground. Her pussy clenched tightly around her master’s magnificent cock. Legs widely spread, toes curled, small but soft and smooth thighs pressing into Anduin’s pelvis, she covered his muscular lower body in her love juices. She had never squirted before today and this was the third time in barely three minutes.

Liquid also drummed on the metal floor behind them, a sound similar to heavy rainfall. All of Anduin’s slaves came at the same time, pleasure from being filled with their master’s baby batter causing them to come almost as hard as Mizzy. Clothes were soiled with copious amounts of lovejuices. Whatever articles they wore on their legs that wasn’t already drenched, now was several shades darker from the wetness.

Anduin moved with infallible steps even as his cock kept pumping. Forced to follow him as they came their brains out, his wives and slaves stumbled after him as quick as they needed to. Jaina stumbled, her weak feet simply unable to keep on walking. Sadistic but not about to let his first wife, much less the woman to give birth to his first heir, fall, Anduin had kept a close eye on that. He reacted with ample time to catch her.

Her blue eyes looked up between sticky strands of silver hair, her body was burning up with lost and a sweaty mess because of it. “My master… my love… please fuck me… I need you inside me… ravage my every hole!”  the arch mage moaned like a common slut. She breathed in desperation as Anduin straightened her back. All the while, Mizzy was still impaled on his cock. As she shifted on it, Jaine felt Anduin inside herself. His strong hands were on her corset, his thumbs pressing through the blue fabric into her breasts. It made her shiver. “Pleeasseeee,” she whined.

“What kind of failure as a slave are you to beg your master when he gave you a command, Jaina?” Anduin asked. His wife looked like he had just slapped her and she knew she had deserved it. For reasons of the most perverted variety, that only made the arch mage crave him more. “You will pleasure me when I want your holes around my cock, no sooner.” He was too aware of her breasts now, however, how the sweat ran down between her massive cleavage. Those clothes had to go, if nothing else. They couldn’t just leave them down here, however, as they would either need them later or they were simply too valuable.

Now that he wanted to see them naked, his mind quickly found a solution. Surely that spell with which he hid his clothes in the Void was extendable? He tried to make Jaina’s clothes vanish… and failed. No need to give up immediately. If there had been a spell that could be used to completely disarm an opponent, users of the Shadows would have found and perfected it long ago. Still, Anduin had another idea. All of these girls had surrendered their bodies and lives to him, maybe if he channelled the spell through that which marked them as his property the spell would work?

Jaina felt a tingle in her loins, a soft prickling pleasure almost lost in the ravages of her current despair for getting fucked. It heat up and then vanished, together with her clothes. Her naked breasts slumped down a little bit as they were robed of the corset that had held them. The raw air against her nipples and pussy made her moan. Anduin groping her tits and playing with the pretty pink tips made her shout.

‘It works,’ Anduin grinned and then one by one made his slaves’ clothes and armour disappear. Each time, the sudden nakedness only prompted sounds of delight. They all felt it was their master touching them through the mark around their wet and willing pussies that disrobed them. There was no need to panic. “Whoever is the next basic bitch to interrupt our way back is the last one to taste my cock,” Anduin warned them and Jaina snapped back from her husband as if he had just heard the crack of a whip.

“”Yes, master!”” they all spoke in perfect unison, tones filled with boundless desire denied by their perfect man. Anduin turned, the silly fucked Mizzy once more bouncing on his every step. His harem followed with anguished sounds of perversion.

Mekkatorque was taking the whole thing in with fascinated eyes, visibly taking notes to learn from the greatest master and man on Azeroth and how he handled his heated sluts. In return, Anduin didn’t pay much attention, he was concentrating on being there should another of his girls trip. Given his warning just now, they were successful in keeping themselves walking, even if they kept cumming each time Anduin filled the pink haired gnome with more of his spunk.

Every few metres, the High King unloaded another giant load inside the permanently orgasming Mizzy. She was hanging from his dick like a sail in strong winds, arched and sometimes wavering from an orgasmic shudder. Womb stretching from the raw amount of semen, her stomach looked slightly bloated. Still, she wanted more. Maybe, if she just got filled up enough, she could become pregnant multiple times? Completely illogical, a gnome should know better, but her mind knew nothing but the wish to be bred and thus prayed for the possibility.

She was so full with sperm that part of it pressed past her tight folds and spilled out of her pussy lips. The wasted drops fell to the floor, the second Maiev noticed this, she no longer walked, but crawled after her master. In the moments where she licked the delicious treat off the metal floor, she was thankful for all the training she had received. Keeping up while going on all fours like a proper bitch was no problem for her.

They finally arrived back at camp and the sight made Anduin cum one last time into Mizzy’s fertile cunt. Gnomes, way more than the force of the expedition, were just going at it. Tiny sluts with large tits and wide hips perfect for child bearing were getting dominated by big dicked males. All of them were rejuvenated, healthy individual with smooth skin and asses that jiggled only from impact.  The entire spectrum of gnomish hair, from a bright pink to a simple black, was turned into messy, sweaty strands as the orgy only escalated further.

“Eureka!” Mekkatorque howled and hit an ejection button. In a redicilous display, he was flung through the air and landed balls deep inside some slut that had been bent over just waiting for someone to fuck her up the ass. She got what she wanted, the High Tinker finally fucking after having held back since his transformation.

“Oh my god, blonde stud, please take me,” a female, squeaky noise reached Anduin’s ears. A second one echoed the notion, then a third, a swarm of horny female gnomes closed in on him, attracted by his dominating body language and the smell of his potent seed. Many of them were recovered leper gnomes, since they had no idea who they were talking to. It all worked far better than Anduin had anticipated.

To the sound of their begging Anduin balls tightened over and over again. Each time, his wives were sending a wave of their own love juices down to the floor. They just couldn’t help it, even second hand pleasure from their master was just too good.

Only once this orgasm subsided, did Anduin contemplate what to do. Well, the what was obvious. Fuck, shame, dominate and breed as many of these sluts as possible. The how was the actual question. First, the High King wanted to be comfortable. A nearby bench, unfolded out of a mechanical box, caught his eye and he walked over there. Gnome encampments had a staggering number of comfortable things that just appeared out of way too small gear boxes.

“Stay back and watch – just watch,” Anduin told his wives who let out noises of equal parts complaint and happy submission. “You,” he addressed the crowd of sexy tinkering midgets, all begging to be dominated by their newly awakened instincts to be sluts to whoever was man enough. “Get ready for my seed.”

Squeals of happiness were heard as Anduin grabbed Mizzy by the midriff and began lifting her. “N-noooo,” she managed to slur past her lolled out tongue, her body was just a limp, occasionally quivering assortment of sweat, pussy juices and messy pink hair. Wanting to be a good cocksleeve, she would have begged to be dropped back on his enormous cock, if she still had the mental capacity to string more than two words together.

Anduin understood her intention regardless. “One woman cannot satisfy me, Mizzy, take your rest and let me live out my desires. Be a proper slave and accept your master’s decisions,” he told her. Something agreeing was moaned, then Anduin’s cock was free. Although the gnome immediately clenched her muscles, she was just too fucked through and there was just too much of it to properly seal the semen from leaking.

It dripped in huge gulps onto the cock it had come from, where it didn’t stay for longer than a few seconds as a flood of tiny mouths jumped onto the High King’s erection. Placing the new, pink-haired thing, for that was all she was, on the bench next of him, he addressed his slaves once more. “My queens,” he said, notably leaving Maiev out, “You can clean her cunt, if you so desire.”

Of course, they did and Jaina, as the first queen of Stormwind, naturally got the right to begin. Panting like a dog, she bowed down to the steady spill of cloudy white. Although she still wasn’t allowed to touch herself, eating her master’s seed out of a recently impregnated slave was giving her more pleasure than her own fingers ever could. Mizzy just shuddered and weakly gasped, little more than a living storage for Anduin’s sperm.

The High King went back to paying attention to his own on-goings. Several gnomes were standing between his spread legs, quickly cleaning his cum and pussy juice drenched cock with their eager tongues. “It’s so big!” said one. “I want it to stretch my slutty pussy,” mused another. “Oh titans, look at that huge sack, enough seed to knock me up for sure!” a third gasped excitedly.

“Don’t just stand down there,” Anduin reprimanded them, grabbing two of them by the hair tugging them gently to climb onto the bench and give the rest of him attention. Once they realized the High King was more than a deep, demanding voice and a fat cock, the sluts were quickly upon him. A tide of oddly haired and messily sweating gnomes surrounded him on all sides. Their short and curvy bodies smothered his skin by grinding against him. Stretching out his arms, he grabbed two asses without even aiming for it and deeply embraced two random gnomes. Their huge breasts spilled over one of half of his muscular chest each. Their heartbeats were drumming with excitement.

Both had bright green hair and, thanks to the pink gas enveloping all of them, were at the height of their physical beauty. Green and blue eyes twinkled at him, full, pink lips slightly opened as if to say something, but holding back under his stern gaze. His hands rubbed over the globes of their asscheeks and down between their legs. Effortlessly, he slipped two fingers into their tight and wet snatches.

Anduin knew how to please woman, slowly moving his fingers at the start, searching for those spots were they breathing accelerated the most or was unloaded in simple sighs of desire. Curving his fingers to keep stimulating those spots specifically, he upped his tempo. Their tits were so tightly pressed against him that their nipples were the only things remaining still as their whole bodies were shook by the High King finger banging them.

His supreme technique caused them to cum quickly. Overflowing juices drenched his fingers and saliva ran down their chins, open mouths just gasping for air. As Anduin pulled the green eyed one close to share a deep, dirty kiss with her that had her simply take his motions as his tongue invaded her mouth, more soft tits were pressed against the side of his head. A single flat chest gnome pushed out her extra fat ass into his view as she slicked back and forth on his left leg. Over the other leaned a light blue hair gnome, whose short hair looked like it had been recently hit electricity. Together with four others, she was continuing her worship of that divine dick of Anduin.

His orgasm fast approaching, the High King chose to simply let it happen while saying nothing. Seed sputtered soon into the air with the force of a geyser, an enormous load even for him. It showered down on the short and stacked shapes covering his entire body, sticking to hair and painting skin.

Anduin switched from kissing one gnome to the other as he guided the green-eyed one onto his cock. Jealous sighs could be heard all around as that girl slowly impaled herself. The outline of his dick was readily visible every inch of the way.

She was every bit as tight as Mizzy. Successfully, Anduin had given the world yet another race to serve as breeding slaves. All the people of this world needed to agree to was to be part of the Alliance. Of his new and peaceful world order. It was all going along swimmingly.

It didn’t take long for him to fill her up with his baby batter as well. There was no need to hold back, on the contrary, there was every reason not to. Holding back meant that he would spent less of this rush going from one gnome to the next and giving her a bucket load of cum to use their newly rejuvenated bodies with. No, he needed to fuck as many as he could, witness their cushion-like asses bounce of his groin, see their tits, dominatingly huge on most of them, jiggle as they rode their brains to mush. They were unable to quit the High King’s enormous cock and the way it messed up their insides, stretched them and then filled them up that that they bellies swelled.

Eyes rolled back, they took their turns, a puddle of lovejuices soon present everywhere around. Crawling on the floor were already impregnated gnomes, unable to move, often soon beset by Anduin’s cum-craving wives assaulting their cunts and eating out the doubtlessly impregnated sluts. Around him the wider orgy also continued, it wasn’t like he was hogging all the whores, there was an ample amount of horny slaves for all the dominating males to breed with.

Anduin simply got the attention of more than anyone else and he didn’t even have to lift a finger to get it done. His sheer presence was causing these submissive bitches to fall to his feet in burning heat. The smell of his cum drove them crazy.

A pile of quivering gnomes, many of them with the human and elven faces between their legs, sat to the floor around Anduin as the last unfucked female slid of his cock with rolled back eyes and messy hair. Suddenly, he found himself without a cocksleeve and the High King was anything but happy about that.

‘Should I fuck my personal slaves now?’ he asked himself, they all looked about ready to implode from their bottled-up desires. They had all cum but, aside from Mizzy, none of their climaxes had come with the deeply fulfilling girth of their master stretching them, or their greedy holes being filled with his fresh seed. Personally, he wanted to let them dangle a little bit longer. It would make it that much better if they needed him to the point of insanity.

And an alternative approached him with steps that reminded Anduin of a heavily hungover person. Slow, almost trancelike, and unsure where to go. The dark iron female Fenella was coming his way. Where she had been until that point, the High King didn’t know, but she was still wearing her clothes. Just from her face, he could already reckon that the gas had affected her as well.

Fenella was breathing with an open mouth, her tongue lightly extended past her lips, and the second Anduin’s cock came into view, she focused in on it like a gear locking into place. Her black lips looked even fuller than before, her round face all signs of any stress ever removed and attaining a sturdy beauty that had the charm of a widely known barwench. She was no princess, aristocratic beauty like Jaina or Xal’atath, no amazon like Tyrande, not a seductive danger like Aclysia or Valeera. No, Fenella looked like a rural woman from a hard-working family that had maintained herself a breath-taking beauty. Plus, her tits were enormous.

“High King… Anduin…” she gasped and fell on her knees before him. “Can you… can you become my master? Please… I need your cock… I want to serve someone that can beat Moira… I REALLY need you to fuck me…”

Anduin smirked and leaned back. “No, I won’t fuck you yet… but you can serve me. Suck my cock.”

With shaking hands, the dark iron reached out. She had fought the effects of the gas for a while. Thought it was unnatural what she was doing after all. Only after seeing all of these happy submissive slaves around her future, feeling her own crotch going wet, had she let it take hold of her. It was her choice to become this way and the moment her tongue tasted the pussy juice of dozens of gnomes mixed with Anduin’s cum, she knew it was all worth it.

“You and me, we will fuck back at Ironforge, when I confront your old ‘empress’,” Anduin told Fenella as she began the arduous task of learning how to suck a cock of his magnificent time. The High King put a hand on her head and guided her with a sadistic grin. He would teach her, then he would cum a second time inside all of them and then he would fuck his wives until they had trouble walking back to their ride.

He was in no hurry. This orgy would run for as long as it needed to for the gnome’s to feel satisfied with their ascension into slut and studhood.