Who a King must do - Chapter 21 – Fates Intertwined (Patreon)

“…What… what is… how…?” Moira Thaurissan could not believe her eyes when Valeera presented a mountain of evidence to the empress’s wrongdoing. It had been two days since Anduin left for Gnomeregan and the High King had prepared all they needed in the meantime. He had secret talks with both Falstad and Muradin, both of which were quickly convinced off his plans. The skilled rogue had then broken into Moira’s mansion, or whatever the underground complex equivalent of that was called, and taken all the documents she could carry.

Now they were gathered in a proper meeting. All of the higher ups of Ironforge were around, as were nobles and a fair amount of the populations. As for Anduin’s request, this proper meeting, with Mekkatorque in his gnomes around, had been heavily advertised. Now all the necessary parts for the reformation of Ironforge and dwarven society were at the ready.

“You did very well, Valeera,” Anduin whispered and gently bit her long ear, it made her shudder in anticipation of what was going to be her reward. For now, the High King had to settle his business in Ironforge. It wasn’t going to take long. “These are your crimes against your own people, Moira Thaurissan. Are you claiming this evidence is not genuine?”

“Obviously… it is all true!” she shouted with utter conviction, her flabby body jiggling in an entirely unsexy fashion as she gestured wildly. Her eyes went wide when she realized that she had just confessed.

“Before me, you cannot lie,” Anduin told her and the empress eyes immediately darted to the large crowd. For a few moments, she was clenching the armrests of her throne, then she slumped back, defeated. Moira realized there was no out for her. Her construct of schemes came toppling down under the High King’s demand for honesty. Just a few days undid years of work.

Anduin quickly and categorically went through her greatest offenses, the empress having to answer truthfully to all of them. The crowd, particularly the dark iron dwarves amongst them, became more and more outraged. By the end, there was an unanimous demand to replace her as their leader. A couple of guards escorted her away.

Muradin took that opportunity, he and Falstad both stood up, wearing robes of simple brown rather than their usual ornamented armour. “The information you have just heard has been carried to us by High King Anduin yesterday, amongst some other interesting news that we should get through before we inform you who we would like to replace Moira on the council.” The crowd went silent and listened carefully. Everyone could feel that history was in motion.

Falstad continued. “Let us start with the best news: Gnomeregan is cleansed of radiation,” the confusion in the crowd was immense. It was happy confusion, to be sure, but everyone’s last knowledge of that situation was ‘probably not going to be solved in my generation’. “Through the might of his mastery of Light and Shadow, the High King weaved a spell that took care of the radiation.”

“Yes, indeed,” Mekkatorque moved along in his mecha, taking everyone’s attention. “The radiation was changed into a different, incomprehensible chemical altogether, a highly beneficial one at that. My people will soon no longer need to occupy parts of your city. I heavily thank everyone for their support over the years and as such have decided to present to you all this chemical. First, let me show you the effects on us gnomes,” without hesitation, Mekkatorque jumped out of his iron giant and landed on his feet. Now that people got a better look at him, they noticed how young he looked. That and the massive power tool he was almost dragging over the floor as he walked. The High Tinker was not wearing any pants. “All of my people have been rejuvenated, none of us look older than thirty, our minds are as quick as ever, dicks, tits and ass have been adjusted for maximum appeal, the man have become dominant and the females are all submissive bitches able to take even the biggest dicks, we are all happier than ever.”

On that signal, all of the gnomes began to strip. Many of them were known figures within Ironforge, who hadn’t been in Gnomeregan at the time of the cleansing. Instead, they had been exposed to gas that was stored and brought to Ironforge with Anduin’s caravan. The naked

“Yes…” Muradin cleared his throat and took the word again, “A dark iron that accompanied Anduin on this endeavour was also affected. Fenella Darkvire, please come up here and show our people what it did to you.”

The black skinned redhead obeyed only after looking at Anduin, who nodded. “Show them everything,” he instructed her. With happy obedience, she walked onto the stage and disrobed in one swift movement.

Broad and curvy, with skin glistening from a recent oil massage, Fenella presented herself proudly. It was Anduin’s wives that had cleaned and prepared her like this. Her breasts, bigger even than Jaina’s, were slouched down, the dark pink nipples erect, bouncing heavily when she cupped and played with them heavily, only to drop them. Her black skin was meticulous, a fiery red bush of hair between her legs orderly cut down to be at an aesthetically pleasing length that wouldn’t get in the way of eating her out. Although it would have been hard to see anyway, Anduin knew that his mark was not yet winding around her pink lower lips. Turning around, the dark iron presented her massive ass and firm thighs, just begging to be spanked, pushed out and taken from behind.

“Incubation time is increased,” Mekkatorque explained to the people that were, as inconspicuously as possible, touching their sexes through their tight or damp clothes, “but effects remain the same. The gnomes have decided to make it a point of national policy that every member of our people who wants to will be subjected to this chemical.”

“And,” Falstad picked up from there, “as our forefathers decided, the fate of the gnomes and dwarves is forever linked. We respect their wishes by implementing that same policy.”

“Of course, we don’t expect you to just believe the gasses effects before you make your decisions,” Muradin opened the front of his own robe and revealed that he was only wearing his bushy chest hair underneath. Falstad did the same, the two dwarven monarchs throwing their clothes aside and gesturing for two pairs of gnomes, females naked except for a tank and a connected sprayer, to come onto the stage. “Which is why we, to show our trust in the High King’s words, agreed to stand in as examples.”

That was the signal for the gnomes to begin spraying them with the chemical. Anduin didn’t quite understand how the gnomes had gotten it to take liquid shape, only that Mekkatorque promised that it would work faster that way. Evidently, he was right, the twenty to thirty minutes it should have taken were shaved down to two to three. The fact that it was a liquid also made it easier to follow the transformation.

Both dwarves had been in quite advanced ages already and in front of everyone they were rejuvenated. Muscles expanded and became more defined, hanging skin became taut and glistening, dull hair glistened with youth, wrinkles of age and stress were simply smoothed over and their cock first became erect, then grew another couple of centimetres, their balls swelling with more seed than ever.

“By the TITANS!” Muradin roared in a voice that was deeper and more dominant than the king had even before this treatment. He flexed his new muscles, much to the wanton gasping of the females and jealous grumbling of the males, stopping in pose worthy of a statue. “This is even BETTER than I promised, I feel like I could fuck every last beer serving slut on this planet while forging the greatest weapon Azeroth has ever seen!”

And with that, he had completely won over every last guy-dwarf in the room. Fucking and forging were two best things in the world to those people. Looking at how supremely sexy Fenella looked, the ladies kept their enthusiasm quiet, although it was every bit as fervent.

Anduin raised his voice again. “Everyone who wishes to be part of the first wave of people to be subjected to this chemical, we will soon close the gate to the throne room and fill this chamber with it. Leave before then.”

In answer to his announcement, the crowd around them moved. Not because a lot of people wanted to get out, barely anybody did, but because the people standing just outside began pressing their way in. Soon, having a large opening in the crowd to allow Anduin, his wives, guards, diplomats and slaves to stand was no longer an option. The High King and his marked women were allowed up to the platform where the three thrones and Fenella were standing. Everyone else allowed to strip and leave their armaments lying on the feet of the same platform.

The gates closed and the chemical was sprayed into the air. Where it hit the ground, it soon vaporized into the typical pink smoke. Generally, however, the air stayed clear. As everyone’s sexual desires began to rise to levels many hadn’t experienced in decades and then even beyond that, it was Muradin’s manly voice that kept them from going straight into fucking.

“Two more things we want to get done before we call this court session over,” the bronzebeard said, stroking his cock as he spoke, although people weren’t fucking yet, they were all stripping down to nothing. Those dwarves, visibly aging backwards, were the last ones to get with that particular program anyway. The gnomes, the humans, the elven slaves, even Anduin’s wives (by the might of his magic) were all already naked. “First, the council of three hammers wants to appoint Fenella Darkvire, first woman to ascend to the sluthood, as the new empress of the dark irons, any objections?” None were rise, only moans of support were the only things heard. “Second, Fenella Darkvire is to become the sixth slave wife of Anduin Llane Wrynn of Stormind, the greatest king history shall ever know. Any objections?!”

“NO!” the crowd roared as one stupidly horny mob.

“Then the throne of the dark irons shall now, for the first time in history, be held by someone other than a dwarf. Let’s just skip the wedding ceremony stuff, you may do to your new slave whatever you want, High King.”

Anduin smiled humbly in victory. Between the extra privileges that Moira had carved out for herself, still stuck to her position itself and thus now transferred to himself, and his good relations with the other two members of the triumvirate, he was now the de-facto leader of Ironforge as well.

He walked over to Fenella and made her sit on her knees in front of him. Actions spoke louder than words and when Anduin’s massive cock laid across her face, covering one of her red eyes while the other burned as bright as lava in deep debauched desire, and her first reflex was to push out her tongue to lick it, there could have been absolutely no further doubt who was the true ruler in this marriage. Her title may now have been empress, but Anduin Wrynn was THE High King of the Alliance.

Fenella leaned backwards, caressing every inch of his cock with her tongue on her way up the underside. Past the tip, she moved quickly and sucked his swollen head into her mouth. She started with small movements, letting Anduin’s precum mix with her saliva. The taste immediately got her love juices flowing. Over the past two and a half days, ever since she had given in to her desires in Gnomeregan, she had been trained in three things extensively, blowjobs, pussy eating and titfucks. Any penetration had been denied to her, the best she got were Valeera’s fingers in her ass.

Her whorish brain was already primed to get pleasure out of the act of serving her master, being dominated by him. His precum was all the signal her body needed to remember all of these hours she had spent sucking this dick. Now, before this crowd and the promise of getting finally fucked soon before her, she was causing a small puddle on the floor under her. She clenched her thighs and rubbed them together, a small act of self-pleasuring as she sucked Anduin deeper.

A little bit deeper, then she went back up, a little bit past that, back up, she repeated the process numerous times, continuing to smear the lubricating mixture of their juices over his girthy shaft. Her purpose was to get him nice and slick so that he could effortlessly burrow his cock in whatever willing slut and whatever tight hole he wanted. Her cheeks were hollowed in every bit along the way.

“Very good,” Anduin complimented, putting a hand on her head and guiding her movements to be a little bit faster.

The crowd watched as if in a trance, their transformations still ongoing. This display of the submissive woman and the dominant man became, without a word exchanged, the new guideline of sexual normality amongst the dwarves.

Anduin pushed her further and further, soon she was all the way down to his balls. The bobbing of her head went from guided, to dictated. Digging his fingers into her hair, taut from the braid it was bundled into below the neck, he pulled her over his cock like a glove. Over and over again. Sometimes she coughed, sometimes he gave her a moment to breathe, mostly she moaned and sent vibrations down his cock while he fucked her throat with strong thrusts of his hips. Moaned and screamed, her fingers furiously working on her pussy.

Everyone was at awe at the display of sexual prowess. Fenella’s ability to suck such a huge cock. Anduin’s raw stamina to keep these movements going. Even more than that, the fact that he wasn’t cumming even after several minutes of roughly penetrating her throat. When going as fast as he was, most men didn’t even last two. Yet, it took the High King almost ten before he groaned lustfully and slammed deep into her, his massive balls resting against he chin as they pulsed.

“A good cocksleeve, that’s what you are,” he spoke in a clear, deep tone, even as he came. In response, all he got was a gargled shout, Fenella rubbing herself to orgasm to the feeling of her stomach getting filled with semen, its debauched taste on the back of her tongue.

Riding to coattails of her climax, she kept her lips closed tight around Anduin’s cock as he slid out of her throat, splurged a last couple of thick strands of semen into her mouth, then came free with a wet noise. “Th-thank you, master,” she gasped immediately, “I love you, I love you so much, please, fuck me!”

“Just a moment,” the High King stated and gestured towards Jaina. His first wife stepped over quickly, her sizable breasts bouncing and her naked hips swaying with every step. Seductive curves that Anduin would reduce into a panting mess later. She handed her husband a leather collar, a piece made from dark iron depicting the sub-races crest in red dangling from it. “Raise your chin,” he commanded and quickly had it wrapped around the shortstacks neck, “this is the token that shows you to be my wife, but my slave nevertheless.” He made use of this single article of clothing still remaining on her body by hooking his finger under it and once more dragging her around. “I will give you a proper mark next.” Descending the stairs, Fenella in tow, he made an announcement. He didn’t even have to raise his voice, as the room was silent and focused on him. Only the quiet whispers of wet sexes being rubbed could be heard. “All of you sluts, not yet bound to a master, feel free to come to me. A marriage should be celebrated with a fuckfest!”

A simple line with a simple purpose, Anduin wasn’t really into cucking people. Sometimes he even felt bad for Malfurion. Sometimes. Then he remembered that the guy had left his wife alone for ten-thousand years and then those thoughts dissipated into something more pleasant. In this case, the cleavages of the dwarf ladies pushing themselves to the forefront as the masturbation moans were replaced with the gasps of penetration.

Anduin wasn’t able to see any of the males in the crowd anymore by that point. Unless he stood upright, the wall of sturdy and curvy frames around him was blocking out the view. Dwarves with white, brown, reddish and black skin from all the clans were clamouring to get his attention by flaunting their bodies and moaning his name, “Anduin.” “High King.” “Master of all masters.” “Please, pick me, do whatever you want.” “Bend me over, I beg you!”

“None of you are getting fucked before she is,” Anduin stated and cast Fenella to the ground. Although she hit the floor rough enough that her tits jiggled, the dark iron immediately rolled on her back spread her legs and parted her pussy with her fingers. Although her skin was black, her insides were as pink and glistening with need as any other of his wives. Anduin got on his knees between her meaty thighs. Hands on her hips, he raised her lower body off the floor, then grabbing her ass when she was in a lightly slanted position that made her tits slump towards her face.

They had absolutely no privacy, just as Anduin wanted. Surrounded by masturbating dwarf sluts, so close their lovejuices dripped on Fenella’s oiled up boy, the empress finally felt Anduin’s cock on her greedy cunt. Although it was only grinding through her labia, Fenella’s eyes were glued onto the mighty shaft, which she spied through the valley of her chest.

“Witness how I reduce your empress to a fucktoy,” Anduin announced, his manly voice making the watching ladies swoon and feel spikes in their lust. As he pulled back, they themselves imagined having that girthy shaft drag through their wet pussies. When the head finally pushed past her outer lips and slipped inside, Fenella’s scream of lust drowned out their wanton cries.

“Yeees, master! Make me yourrrsss-aaaaaahhhh!” With every piece of her husband’s cock that pierced her sex, her scream grew louder. It was even bigger than she had thought. Although her body was stout, she could feel the massive rod burn its way into her like the purest, glowing iron. Only that it wasn’t the material to be worked with – she was.

Anduin went straight hammering into the ecstasy broken cunt. Enough of all the cocksucking and worshipping, a slut needed to be bred by her master’s cock. By the third thrust, Fenella was already cumming. The folds, that the gas had made as tight as a virgin’s again, pressed down with immense pressure on Anduin. Through the sheer might of his thrusts and the constant stream of wetness, he managed to keep moving.

Fenella felt every wish, every ambition, from her past life that she still may have held onto evaporate in that one orgasm. No more wants or needs, aside from serving and being impregnated by her master. Her mind, the mind of a genius engineer, was only filled with the muscular Adonis between her legs and the fat prick he thrusted into her. Although all of her was too tense to move according to her will, her curled toe tipped legs somehow managed to lock behind Anduin’s hips.

“You really want my cum, do you not?” Anduin growled in an almost threatening manner. “Want to bear my mark and be just like Mizzy, a good little cumslut that serves me and only me?”

“Yeassshhhhh,” Fenella shouted, every other word making her pussy gush with more wetness. Her black skinned form quivered in anticipation. When would he finally mark her with his seed and his magic? She couldn’t await it anymore. She needed to be a true sex slave now! “Fill me up, pleassshhheee?!” she slurred with determined submissiveness.

The many dwarves around them frantically rubbed their pussies, grabbed their tits or eagerly sucked on those of a neighbour. They had moved on from just watching them, although the manly king was still the focus of their attention, and began to play with each other. The transformation into lusty wenches was basically complete, the first batch of female dwarves that would never let any husband or master leave the house with an empty stomach or full balls.

The sacred ground of the throne room was quickly turning slick with the dripping juices of everyone. Depravity in the air was tangible. “You want my child, correct? You do consent to whatever I would want to do to you?”

“I need your kiiiid!” Fenella screamed back ecstatically, another orgasm layering on top of the first’s afterglow. “Fuck me up, make me aaaaaah-an empress who can only think about serving you and bearing your heirs!”

The slutty dwarves around them got more daring and Anduin found himself with several pairs of tits brushing over his body. Large tits, unlike the gnomes there was not a single flat dwarf around. There was only large and enormous globes of flesh. Their touch was pleasing, predictably, hot jiggly meat and hard nipples squishing on his back, shoulders, sides and face. “Breed our empress,” they encouraged him. “Fill her pussy with your hot stuff!” “Reforge her with your cock!” “Make her a squealing little toy.” “Me next, by the Titans, me next!”

Anduin grinded his teeth as he felt his orgasm approach. Rolling up Fenella’s body further, until she rested almost only on her shoulders, he stared down at her while thrusting downwards. In this position, he would cum straight into her womb. Not that he even needed that extra chance, given his virility and how he was stretching her pussy, now evolved to deal with any cock however big, with every thrust, the tip of his cock pressing against the origin of life.

“Here is…” he slammed into her with extreme force that made her massive breasts jiggle, “…what you…” her fiery red braid was just a mess of barely bundled together strands, “…wanted!” One more thrust, down to the base. Then, he exploded into her. Immediately, her red eyes rolled upwards.

Anduin felt every quiver, every load of thick cum, that splattered into her. Fenella made no sound as his magic ravished her mind through torrents of pleasure. No sound when the immense load filled and even bloated her womb. No sound when she could feel how she got impregnated with the High King’s child. No sound even when the mark burned itself around her pussy, the deep purple barely visible on her dark skin.

No, she was just exactly where she wanted to be. Bred, marked and pinned by her master. Surrounded by jealous sluts that would have their turn after her. The air in her lungs was stuck from the climax of her life that ravaged every bit of her body. Her legs locked even tighter around Anduin, making sure every last bit of his cum pumped into her.

No sound. Only an ecstatic face, rolled up eyes, an extended tongue, her whole body was frozen. She couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing in her ears, see nothing, could feel only his cock as it pulsated again and again. Every forceful ejection made her frozen body invisibly writhe with ecstasy. In contrast to her form, her mind was liquid, boiling in pleasure, only slowly subsiding.

“You are my wife, slave and mother of my child now, Fenella,” Anduin said when the last of this orgasm was milked from him while he pulled out. Head of his cock exposed to say, he bore witness to the creamy white oozing out of his newest slave’s lust-swollen cunt. “What do you have to say?”

“I am shooo blessssed,” was the weak answer, the only true answer on her mind. The second he was out of her she already wanted him again. Although her body collapsed limply on the floor, she desired to be of more use to him. “I am yours, foreverrr, masterrrr.”

“You will be a good wife,” Anduin smirked and the compliment made Fenella gasp as if he had just thrust into her again. Lovingly, she looked up to her husband, then the waiting sluts around them were finally allowed to approach, blocking the line of sight with their curvy shapes.

The High King was wildly kissing numerous greedy mouths within moments. His arms slung around the dwarves that were by his side the quickest. Normally, he would have given the jiggly behinds a couple of good slaps, but he lacked the space the get proper momentum going. Around him was the constant grinding of horny whores, their plush bodies aching to get just a moment of contact with the perfect man. As such, all he could do was give the bottoms a couple of good squeezes while marvelling at the submissive that got on all fours above Fenella.

The dark iron empress laid relaxed on her back, moaning from the continued aftershocks and the feeling of the climbing dwarf’s, a tanned brunette, nipples brushing over her own. Without really knowing why, both this random slut and Fenella leaned towards each other. Their massive breasts squished together as their lips intertwined. The newly branded slave’s hair finally opened completely as hands ran through silky hair. When the brunette realized the remaining taste of Anduin on the dark iron’s lips, their kiss only became more heated and wilder.

A sudden, sharp gasp ended it. The tanned, curvy whore had subconsciously grinded against the dominant’s dick behind her and Anduin hadn’t waited long to claim what was gifted to him so pleadingly. Her hole had been so slick that sliding inside her was as natural as swinging his sword, but this was a much more pleasing activity. Delighted moans were also a much preferable sound to those of the battlefield.

Anduin had very little room to move, was he still surrounded on all sides by busty dwarves hungering for his attention. Thrusting only with his lower body, he kept himself steady by clawing deeper into the asses of the dwarves that had conquered the second and third best position, only behind the lucky girl that was now getting fucked. In return, they whispered sweet nothings into his ear while he was sucking on the tit of a fourth girl, a pair of fifth and sixth applying their giant funbags to his back, giving him a most ineffectual but still deeply pleasing massage.

With no power spared, he thrust as hard and fast into the tight cunt of the random slut in front of him. That he would likely never see her again after this day made this a particular kind of exciting. He was going to dominate her, breed her and then move onto the next bitch in heat. However, he would create a world where all of them and all of his offspring grew up in peace and prosperity. None of them would ever have to regret the decision of submitting themselves to the High King. Instead, they would always look back at this day happily, with a wet cunt and the wish to taste his cock once again.

Those thoughts made his balls tingle, then tighten, blasting his thick cum into her and painting her insides white. Of course, the brunette had been cumming her brains out through the entire process, Anduin’s legendary prowess and girthy erection, in combination with her rekindled youth and increased sensibility well-beyond the previous normal, were the recipe for raw ecstasy.

Ecstasy that Anduin intended on spreading. His lips parted from sucking on a hardened nipple with a loud ‘POP’. “Make room for the next bitch,” he commanded the still trembling brunette slut before him. Barely, she managed to crawl forwards, shuddering with every spreading inch slipping out of her.

When departed from his cock entirely, she let out a regretful sound. Fighting herself up on her wobbly, thick thighs, supported by her fellow horny dwarves, the brunette parted her pussy lips once standing. The heavy cream trickled from her well-fucked cunt. “I love you for breeding me, High King Anduin,” she thanked in a deeply moved fashion, the dwarves around giving her compliments and worshipping her body.

The next woman was already about to fall before him, but Anduin stopped her and all others that wanted to try with a simple gesture. Before continuing, the High King wanted his cock to be cleaned. Moving slightly forwards, the entire swarm of needy shortstacks around him shifting position with him, he soon had his cock in reach of Fenella’s lips. The empress of sluts didn’t need to be told what to do, immediately taking her master’s cock in and sucking down to the base within a moment’s notice.

Having been trained to greatly enjoy sucking him off before, Fenella now felt the touch of her slave mark for the first time. The taste of Anduin’s semen sent a wave of bliss through her that could have easily become an orgasm, were it not mingled with the taste of another woman’s cunt. While delicious in its own right, it diluted the truly delightful cum she so craved.

Being close to the edge was a problem soon solved by several tongues descending on her raw pussy. Lusting for the cum inside her and their perversely invigorated minds generally desired to create and receive pleasure. Fenella did her best to keep her lips sealed tight as Anduin used her filthy mouth to clean himself of the juices of another slut. Degraded like this, having her pussy eaten so greedily, the dark iron empress was squirting all over the faces of those between her meaty legs.

Anduin basked in the gargled coughs his fucking of her face caused, the vibrations in her throat from the intense moans muffled by his cock, but soon pulled out. Exposed to the air, the sight of his raw erection acted like a mating call for those around. Nearby sluts quickly got on all fours, wrestled with each other in a friendly manner for whose ass was directly in front of him.

Letting them fight over him for a few moments, long enough to enjoy the sight but not for his pulsating cock to begin complaining, Anduin grabbed the hips of a pale skinned blonde and rammed right into her. The jiggle of the impact had not yet faded when he was already thrusting into her a second time, causing her spine to arch up in surprise and delight and an ecstatic scream to drown out the noise of the omni-present fucking in the room.

Looking upwards with dull eyes, Fenella saw her husband hammer into the fresh cunt, reducing it to a thoroughly fucked mess within a few minutes. Mouth wide open from moans and need, she caught the falling lovejuices dripping from the other dwarf. All she could do was watch, stuck between her master’s straddling legs, and grab blindly the manes of her fellow sluts eating her out.

Fenella took great pleasure in this position. Able to see her master’s sex tense, when he planted an offspring in yet another random whore’s womb, was intensely beautiful to the masochistic empress. As was that her mouth was filled with his drenched cock a moment later. Once more, she was nothing more than the means to clean up his perfect, enormous dick. Once more, she came harder than her previous life would have ever allowed her. Once more, the tongues of the lower dwarves filled her pussy just like the taste of another slut’s sex mixed with Anduin’s delicious cum.

“I love you for breeding me, High King Anduin,” the blonde moaned just like the brunette before her, once her sweaty, curvy body was back on her feet, presenting her fucked, dripping snatch. A ritual was set, a wonderful cycle of submission. While Anduin cleaned his dick from tip to shaft in Fenella’s mouth, the slaves without proper master wrestled by grinding their bouncy bums in a more erotic than competitive fashion.

They all knew that, with his boundless stamina, they would all get to taste the High King. Take from his strong thrusts mind-searing ecstasy and from his bottomless, heavy sack the seed to carry this perfect man’s offspring. The wait only made it more exciting. Their want to be filled already wrestled with the lustful deprecation of being ignored yet again. Wailing gasps came from their mouths whenever another slut was taken, their pussies grew even more wet with anticipation.

Anduin came inside the third dwarf, then went back to have his cock cleaned and enjoyed the sight. Then the fourth, fifth and always on it went. He stopped counting, cared only about the breasts that he suckled on, the cunt he loaded with his spunk and Fenella’s more and more stained face. Sometimes by accident, sometimes by design, he came inside her mouth or all over her face, adding direct seed to the mixture that dripped onto her whenever he roughly fucked a random slut from behind. Sweat and sexual fluids long had rinsed away the oil, her flaming red hair was covered in a layer of white, gooey defilement.

Whenever Anduin had successfully cum inside one of the dwarves, the impregnated girl always had the same to say. “I love you for breeding me, High King Anduin,” they all moaned with the greatest adoration, joining their fellow slaves at the outskirts, playing with one another at the sight of the greatest master continuing to fuck like no other man could.

At some point, there was no point even trying to clean his cock in Fenella’s mouth anymore, that hole was filthier and more used than anything else around. Realizing this, Anduin repositioned himself again, cleaning himself in her cunt instead.

It put a little dent into this ritual, as Anduin lost himself in the shifting, sloppy wetness of his newest wife every single time. Rather than just let her tight folds clean him, he fucked her until he came inside her. Every single time. Whether it was the mark, the second exposure to the gas or that Fenella was just naturally born cumbucket, Anduin did not know, but she just felt better to abuse and cum inside than all those random whores.

Despite this, after each load into her, he did go for another greedy cunt presented to him. There was no doubt Fenella was pregnant, especially not as her belly began to swell from the sheer number of times his thick, giant loads filled her. Many of those still vying for his attentions, some of who wanted a second round, were still without child, however.

The orgy continued for hours. There was no telling how many wombs he had claimed by the end of it. Dozens, at the very least. The other men around had to stop at times, food and drink were carried to them by their personal slaves, as their cocks were worshipped gently, brought back up to full size. Not Anduin, the High King went on and on and on, never seen without his fully erect dick inside some hole. By the time he finally had to succumb to his bodies cries for water and rest, he had fucked most of the masterless dwarves to the point of temporary insanity.

They were no longer wrestling for his attention, as they could no longer feel their legs. Laying on their backs or frozen with their faces pressed against the stone floor and their asses raised, all of them were unified in their dull eyed expressions. Yet, they didn’t look lifeless, quite the contrary. Their flushed bodies were glowing with life, their every breathe followed a moan from an aftershock. Asses were reddened, the shape of Anduin’s hand imprinted on them. Similarly, marks of lovebites surrounded necks and nipples all around.

Anduin got in his feet like a soldier after a long war. His legs brushed against some woman and immediately she gasped. “I love you… master Anduiiiin,” as she came a little in reflex. Like a well trained dog, Fenella rose from these thoroughly fucked sluts and moved in to give him a blowjob.

“I can still… serve… mashhhterrrr,” she promised, her cum coated tongue sliding up his erect cock.

“Good,” Anduin’s throat felt dry like parchment, no wonder, given the amount of fluid he had lost. “Follow me,” he began walking and, unable to do the same properly, Fenella crawled after him. None dared to beg for more, every last female dwarf that had copulated with the High King was way beyond satisfied. None of them would ever come to regret the decision, be it the transformation or giving themselves to him. They had all fallen in love with the depravity, with him and the new way of life he had brought to their civilization.

The High King ascended up to the three thrones and walked straight towards the middle one. His personal slaves and his wives were waiting nakedly for him. None of them had a single sign of sex upon them, aside from the clear signs of their arousal dripping from their cunts. They had engaged with no one, no other man, no unknown woman, not even with one another or themselves. “We have waited for your return, master,” Jaina said, immediately conjuring water to tend to his needs despite her visible need to be touched in some way. “Please let me…”

“You and Fenella, your tits around my cock, now,” Anduin interrupted the second he sat upon the throne of the dark iron empire. Hastily, Jaina handed the refreshments off to Xal’atath, who took them with a mixture of disdain and acceptance. The ravaged dwarf, his latest wife, and the clean, dutiful silver-blonde haired Jaina, his first wife, wrapped their massive boobs around his member in a matter of seconds. “Don’t just stand there,” Anduin gestured the old goddess to come closer.

“As you wish,” the disdain disappeared from her face when Xal’atath went from just holding the water like a normal servant to pleasing her beloved master. The actions may have been the same, but the void elf didn’t care what act she had to fulfil, as long as it was for Anduin. Crystal clear water was poured into a glass made of condensed arcane energy. The High King didn’t even have to raise a hand to have it guided to his lips.

Valeera approached him once he had let out a satisfied breath. Her athletic figure snug up to him like a cat in heat, an extended finger travelling over his muscular chest. “Is this the time for my reward?” she asked in a sultry tone, her golden eyes glancing at his immense cock, peeking out between the shaking breasts.

“You may take what you want,” Anduin smiled broadly and moments later the flexible body of the blood elf had twisted its way into position. Upside down on the throne, her mouth was quickly sucking on what of his dick the squishy bags didn’t cover. Meanwhile, her legs closed around Anduin’s neck and forced him to give up his relaxed, backwards leaning position.

Rather than protest, he grabbed her tight, soft ass and soon found his lips drinking from her lower ones, as his tongue invaded her most sensitive part. He was getting a double tit-job, a blowjob and he was eating out this beautiful assassin’s pussy all at the same time.

It was good to be the king.