Who a King must do Chapter 35 – A font of Enlightenment (Patreon)

Anduin led a small party up the winding paths of the island. The lush scenery was still scarred by the remains of demonic scenery at some parts and the Death Scar, the path that Arthas Menethil had once left on his path to the Sunwell, was as hideous on the land as ever. It was only him, Liadrin, Vereesa, two of his bodyguards, the four of her knights that had been on the beach, as well as K’ara and Xal’atath, although those two were remaining incorporeal for the moment.

Although many of his companions had advised that he move towards the fortress with a bigger force, for his safety’s sake, Anduin had vehemently refused. He had come as a diplomat, not a conqueror, and more troops would have only evoked that latter image.

The townsfolk inhabiting the blood elves’ most sacred lands were staring with confusion. Men and women were following the procedure as the leader of the enemy faction strode openly through the red and white streets, the respected Lady Liadrin walking behind him. If she hadn’t put her armour back on, their confusion would have been even larger. Anduin feared that things may yet turn out badly, however, and so didn’t want her to be without protection in such a case.

A worry well founded. Although they passed through the majority of the island without any hindrances, the gates of the Sunwell fortress were blocked to him by a formation of blood elven troops. They stood tall in their red and golden uniforms, tower shields and double-bladed swords held in perfect parallel.

They were led by a man in an armour of the same colours, albeit more ornate and customized. Large shoulder pads of gold, formed like the wings of a phoenix, flickered with magical power. His long hair was white, flowed either past his shoulders or was bound up in a high ponytail. One of his typically long, elven eyebrows was cut in half by a black eyepatch.

“I knew something was off,” Lor’themar growled, fixing his single, green-glowing eye and the tip of his sword on Anduin. “In the last few months, you have been behaving weirder and weirder. What corruption has taken hold of you, Liadrin, that you bring the husband of that witch to the very gates of the Sunwell?!”

Liadrin stepped in front of the High King, her own shield and blade raised. “He is more than her husband, Theron, he is her Master and now he is mine as well,” she declared in a firm tone. “Look into my eyes and try to find any of the vile Fel that yet lingers in yours!”

That comment caused the man to hesitate for a moment, noticing the new golden glow that radiated from the paladin’s gaze. It was that hesitation that was all Anduin needed. Putting a hand on Liadrin’s shoulder, he said, “Let me handle this.”

“As you command, Master,” the leader of the Slave Knights immediately obeyed and stepped aside.

“Anduin Llane Wrynn,” Lor’themar quickly regained his posture, holding his massive broadsword firmly. He had more questions for Liadrin, but it was clear who demanded his attention for now. “You have a lot of guts to show yourself here, in these times especially.”

Unfazed by the blade pointing at his head, Anduin walked forwards. “I aim to achieve peace in this world,” he stated and stopped when the blade was in thrusting distance. When he extended his hand, it seemed for a moment that Lor’themar would take the opportunity, be it out of caution or opportunism. Regardless, Anduin offered the handshake and the air grew thick with tension. “It’s an honour to meet you once again, Lord-Regent of Silvermoon.”

Lor’themar’s armour rustled when he sighed and lowered his blade. He took one hand off the handle, but made no indication to sheathe the dangerous weapon. “Like father, like son,” he grumbled with unwilling respect and took the hand offered. His voice went quiet. “Given Sylvanas’ horrid behaviour, I am willing to talk to you in more secretive settings. If it is true that you have pacified that witch, then we might be able to continue where her thoughtless actions forced me to drop things with your father.”

Lor’themar wanted to pull out of the handshake, but found Anduin’s grasp too tight. “For future consideration,” the High King stated in his most serious tone, “as little as I can condone the past actions of my first wife, do not make it sound like she acted without good reason or insult her.” Anduin let go and the Lord-Regent of Silvermoon shook out his hand.

“I will take it under advisements,” the blood elf hesitantly conceded, feeling the aching under his plate gauntlet. “What is it that you want here, then?”

“You will have heard many things about me in the past months,” Anduin started. “Of my perversion, of my unusual paths, of the fact that I wield the opposite powers of our world in equal fashion. I am here to bring that same balance to the Sunwell and your people. Just like Velen once restored the font of your people’s power to greatness with the heart of M’uru, he told me to complete things.”

“You would invite the void to our innermost sanctum?!” Lor’themar raised his blade again, but Anduin summoned the K’ara infused Shalamayne to knock it out of the Lord-Regent’s hand before it could become threatening. The counterstrike happened with such force that the legendary warrior could not keep hold of the blade. It landed in the grass a few metres of the walkway. “Insolent…”

“I don’t aim for hostilities, Lor’themar,” Anduin said in a calm tone and dismissed the weapon again. “This won’t be like the time Alleria accidentally summoned the void, I swear it. To show your people the path I tread, I must do this. Whether you decide to join me afterwards will be up to you and every last one of your people to decide on their own.” Anduin then started walking towards the formation of soldiers. “Just know that you cannot stop me.”

“Make room for my Master,” Liadrin bellowed at the soldiers, who were now in a rather precarious situation with little time to decide. Between Lor’themar’s disbelieving gaze, the High King’s steady, fearless stride and the order of the strongest paladin their people knew, the guards decided that two outweighed one and split into two groups to let Anduin pass. “A wise decision,” Liadrin said with a respecting nod, following Anduin. “Do you not wish to at least witness what will happen, Theron?” she asked the Lord-Regent in passing.

“Once more I’m doomed to be the witness of stronger powers making foolish choices, it seems,” lamented Lor’themar, feeling reminded of so many others that had come before. Kael’thas, Garrosh, Sylvanas, to only name the most recent, all people that he had seen descent into corruption and power hunger. “If it must be my task, then I will see it through as you invite yet another monster through our sacred font of power. Let us hope the adventurers of the world are strong enough to beat it back after we meet our demise.”

“You would do well not to doubt our Master,” whispered a sadistic voice into his ear. Lor’themar whirled around, but Valeera had already re-joined Vanessa in their shared cloaking spell. Although invisible, the two rogues had been with the procession the entire time. Just another insurance policy.

They entered the Sunwell fortress. Ancient halls that had stood for millennia, some of which still bore the scars of the actions years ago, when the Sunwell had been used to summon Kil’jaeden into this world. The left-hand of Sargeras had died in the recent conflict. A great relief for all of Azeroth.

They also passed through the hall where the Eredar Twins had previously hindered the party of adventurers from hindering the same ritual from completion. That they had entered Anduin’s service was either something Lor’themar wasn’t yet aware of or chose to not comment on, as he followed them all the way to the font of power.

He brushed aside the red satin curtains and stepped into the room. The Sunwell was a very peculiar looking thing. It looked more like lava than it did water, orange-gold glowing liquid in a circular pool at the centre of the room. A container separated through a rim from the remaining floor, which precious metal and gems encrusted to create the image of flames. Anduin walked into the water. It only reached up to his ankles, but the raw power was unmistakable.

Lor’themar watched with a mixture of insult and stress, waiting for the, in his mind, inevitable void beast to spawn. Instead, he witnessed Anduin’s clothes suddenly disappearing. Factually, this was better than what he had expected, but it only added to the absurdity of it all.

“Join me, Liadrin,” Anduin stated, inviting his newest slave with a quick gesture. Putting down her weapons and armour, stripping out of the underlying, damaged bodysuit, she showed herself completely naked for the first time. Her tanned, red-tinted skin was every bit as delicious as Anduin had guessed. Her pretty pink pussy, now surrounded by the dark tendrils of Anduin’s mark, was still slightly swollen from he had fucked her not an hour earlier. Glistening wet, it was clear that she was ready for more of his love before she even arrived at the Sunwell.

Her feet vanished in the orange glow of the water. She took Anduin’s extended hand and was pulled into a firm kiss. Almost innocent, it started, with their lips pressed against on another’s and their tongues only lightly reaching out. Quickly it heated up. Liadrin’s hand explored the chiselled body of her master, against which her athletic form looked even more nimble and ladylike. Anduin reached for her bubble butt, clawing into the softness of the firm meat, and for her hair, pulling off the band that held her ponytail in place. As her red hair fell, their tongues began to wrestle. Liadrin moaned, felt her wetness trickle down the inside of her legs, as Anduin’s fingers brushed over her pussy and asshole. She would have gladly offered either hole to him, something that, for the back entrance, was completely new for her.

It was a truth she simply felt, that she wanted to give everything to him. This selflessness made her feel more in tune with the Light than she had ever had. This submission to such a powerful, righteous man was more pleasurable than anything else she had ever experienced. Her place was by his side, close to him and underneath.

She put her head into her neck, let him use his advantage in height to dominate their kiss. Even such a little gesture felt wonderful. Gasping between the smacking of their lips, she called him by the only adequate word, “Master…” She felt his arm pressed against her ass, the two fingers that pressed against her quim. “Master…”  she repeated, just as the fingers curved into her and the trickle of wetness turned into a flow.

She returned the favour, wrapping both hands about the fantastically hot cock that was pressing against her stomach and slowly pumped up and down the giant erection. “Good girl,” Anduin groaned, feeling the precum ooze from the tip. Soon, both of their love fluids were dripping into the magical pool below them.

“What in the name of…” Lor’themar whispered when the Sunwell began to glow. Its orange surface blazed with golden light. A surface that began to calm. Calm to a complete stillness despite the wild embrace of Anduin and his newest, submissive sex slave. The liquid, more magic than water, was barely contained. Like a glass of water that was filled slightly above the rim, it would take a simple break of the surface for it to spill.

The Lord-Regent of Silvermoon was unable to comment further, too surprised was he when an elf of greyish-blue skin, midnight blue hair and blue eyes manifested along a draenei with glowing body marks on her light blue skin and flowing blonde hair. Both were of immense beauty and had wonderful curves. Large, squishy breasts, narrow waists, flat stomachs and wide hips, perfect to grab while fucking and for child-bearing.

Next to the Lord-Regent, Vereesa was standing still and quiet. Her keen senses were following everything in the most minute details. Her elven ears easily picked up the wet noises of pussies getting fingered, the delicious cock getting masturbated and the moans, slight and loud. She could smell, taste even, the High King’s intense, sexual musk over the sacred incense burning in these walls. She saw the masculine extent of Anduin’s body, hidden under the elegant curves of those that would be her fellow slaves if she just gave in.

She let out a heated gasp, almost a moan. Vereesa felt everything pull her towards the debauchery happening in the heart of her people’s culture. Under the tight leather of her pants, her pussy was continuously leaking. Every breath made her sensitive nipples softly brush along the inside of her clothes. Her mouth opened at the merest glance of his cock, her body trained to suck it immediately. The aching of her pussy intensified, she wanted his dick, wanted to suck it, to have it buried in her ass again, have it finally penetrate her.

‘If I move now, I will be his – forever.’ This realization was all that kept her from immediately storming towards the Sunwell. Illuminated by its blaze, coating his magnificent muscles in golden shin, the High King stood tall as all three of the present slaves went to their knees and kissed his girthy cock. ‘Master’s forever!’ it echoed in Vereesa’s mind as she waltzed towards the Sunwell.

The silver-haired high elf took no time to remove her verdant leather clothes. Too needful was she of the moment. She stepped into the unnaturally calm water of the fond of power and joined the other slaves on the floor. Without delay, she was given room to join them, her dark lips connecting with the precum covered shaft.

Anduin groaned in satisfaction as all four sucked on whatever part of his cock they could get onto their greedy mouths. It was a wild writhing and moaning before him, hands caressing his legs and ass. Liadrin, Xal’atath and K’ara were quiet, while Veressa moaned her pledge of submission between kisses.

“Your property,” her ecstatic voice whined. “I will be your property, Anduin. Your loving sex slave. I have seen and felt what I need to. I want to be yours, forever. I want you to help raise my children, I want you to put even more inside. Breed me over and over again. Mark me as your property, I beg you, I can’t wait any longer!”

Hearing her passionate plea, Anduin couldn’t help but gasp even louder. He grabbed her beautiful silver head and plunged deep into her throat. Balls tightening, shaft surrounded by the pleasurable constriction of her gag reflex, his thick seed splurged down her throat in mighty waves. While his answer was delayed by his climax, his three present slaves shifted their attention to Vereesa.

“It is a great honour to be marked at the same day as you, Vereesa,” Liadrin whispered into the hunter’s ear, nibbling softly on the bits that she, as a fellow elf, knew well to be sensitive.

“I admire your self-discipline to wait until today,” K’ara added, “and know you will find nothing but joy in this decision.” The fleshmade Naaru bowed down to play with Vereesa’s firm breasts, using mouth and hands.

“Finally, you see that you belong to my husband,” Xal’atath’s aggressive smile was underlined by the sudden and skilled movement of her fingers on the high elf’s clit. “Took you long enough to admit what a slut you really are. You’re just another one of us, another cum dump for our Master to use.”

All of these words, loving and mocking alike, were only registered by Vereesa’s subconscious. Her active mind was overwhelmed. Finally, she had submitted. The relief was almost physical. More than that, she would be impregnated in the sacred heart of her birthplace. Magic, familiar and yet changed by recent decades, pulsated around her. Pulsated like the High King’s enormous cock, as it unloaded more of his delicious seed into her stomach.

Anduin slowly pulled out of her tight throat, spilling the remaining drops of this orgasm inside her in the process. Momentarily after his cock passed her lips, she began to slump backwards. Guided and teased by her fellow slaves, she soon laid in the unmoving water of the Sunwell. It spilled around her athletic curves in all of its blazing glory. Her hair fanned out on the golden surface like a silver halo around her beautiful face. K’ara and Xal’atath laid down to either side of her, Liadrin sat above her head. They all complimented, teased and touched her, while her own eyes couldn’t move from the manly king that took his rightful place between her wilfully spread legs.

Resting his enormous cock on her pussy, he sent a joyful bolt of pleasure down her spine. Cunt gushing, tongue lolling out, her eyes half-closed and openly depraved, she raised her hips slightly to grind against that wonderful dick, at least a little bit.

“This will be the final time I ask my questions,” Anduin prefaced, looking down on the winding and panting Vereesa. “The last time your convictions are questioned. Do you wish to be mine, Vereesa?”

“Yours, forever yours,” Vereesa gasped. “I have no more doubts! You are the strongest and gentlest, the meekest and the most ambitioned king. Submitting to you will be my pleasure, ensure my happiness and the happiness of my children, those that I have and those that I will have!”

“What do you wish to be then, Vereesa, wife or slave?”

“Your wife, Anduin,” she moaned adoringly, her voice made so uncharacteristically tender by pleasure and love. “Let me be your eighth wife. I want to submit and I want to share your burdens with you. If you let me, I will happily do so.”

“And you agree to bear my mark – bear my children?”

“Yessss,” she hissed in impatient lust. “Carve into my being that I am your sex slave, Anduin. Breed me, now and as often as you desire!” Her eyes darted to his cock. “Make…” the High King was finally pulling his hips back, “…me…” Vereesa felt the engorged head press against her ready pussy, “…yoursssss, Aaaaaa-!”

Her voice rose and rose until the scream went silent, as Anduin pushed into her pussy. Folds that hadn’t been penetrated deeper than fingers and tongue could reach for years, were now parted around the enormous rod. Anduin clenched his teeth and inhaled sharply, the intense tightness surrounding him on all sides.

The deeper he went inside her, the further the waters of the Sunwell rose. Still somehow confined by the shallow pool it now exceeded clearly, the impossibly still water rose until the High King’s heavy balls were submerged in the blazing, liquid magic. Now he was all the way inside her, and Vereesa gasped for air desperately as she got used to his size stretching her insides.

“It aches…” she reached down to her crotch with one hand and brushed over the little bump that Anduin’s dick caused. “I can feel it… pulsing… feel you…,” her panting grew more intense, as if having all of him inside her was enough to send her over the edge. “It hurts… a little bit… I love it… strange, why do I love this pain? It feels like… it needs to be this big to make me… whole. My womb aches… it craves your cum… I have never felt any of this before….”

“Are you ready?” Anduin asked, grabbing her by the hips.

“I’m your property, there is no need ask if I’m ready,” Vereesa retorted, feeling herself growing impossibly wet at her own words. “A sex slave, future wife or not, should just be happy to be used by her supreme Master.”

Agreeing giggles of lust could be heard by the three women surrounding her and Anduin nodded solemnly before drawing back. Vereesa’s head flew back when the sliding of the iron-hard cock through her sensitive insides sent millions of little bolts through her body. “Then I will use you, slut,” Anduin grunted, slamming back into her when he was only a quarter out.

She had expected it to violently shake her. While it wasn’t wanting of force, and she could feel his masculine might held back behind the thrust, it was far from the rough domination she had gotten used to seeing. Instead, Anduin kept his prowess and force controlled. Small, quick thrusts, that shook her body a little each time.

Having just cum, the perfect Master had stamina to spare and he had no interest in making this a sweaty, ecstatic debacle from the start. It was true that he couldn’t wait to shoot his load into her and impregnate her, especially after the time it had taken to get to this point. More than that, he wanted to treat his slaves to the time of their lives whenever he was with them.

He changed the angles, both of his own thrusts and of the way she received him, pulling and pushing her hips. Slight changes, some to greater, some to lesser effect. He took note of every little moan, sigh and blush the changes caused, prodded for all the little secrets her body had. Her pussy gripped him in wild spasms in irregular intervals.

Vereesa was only distantly aware of what was happening. Nobody had ever paid attention to her like this, not even her deceased husband. It sent her from one mild orgasm to the other. She felt short-breathed and hazy, as if she had run for a very long distance and her body was drowning in happiness. Additionally, to Anduin’s skilled penetration of her dripping cunt, her bosom and neck was being kissed by an Old Goddess and a fleshmade Naaru. Everything was wonderfully cosy, secure and erotic. She felt like she was being fucked in the very concept of sunlight. Anduin’s thrust grew longer but remained experimental, being sometimes hard and sometimes slow.

Her toes curled and her legs quivered. Desperately, wantonly gasping for air, she moaned her master’s name, “Anduin,” over and over again. He slowly increased his tempo, his force, the scope of his movements. The more of her weak spots he discovered, the more of the effective angles he had memorized, the more confident he was at using his full might. It was his attention to detail, his technique and his size, all three, being superior to any other man that made him the perfect master.

Vereesa’s unsteadily wandering hands were taken by Xal’atath and K’ara, who held them gently. “You will be a good slave for our Master,” the Old Goddess said. “A cum bucket to be used, mindless whenever he desires, craving his cock and his seed.”

“Another faithful slut,” Liadrin added, kneeling above the hunter’s head and masturbating openly. “Knowing that being obedient to your Master is the greatest pleasure a woman can know.”

“A magnificent wife among us, to be used again and again,” K’ara whispered.

“You will be all they say,” Anduin groaned, the intensity of his fucking reaching its zenith. “And right now…” The slapping of his hips against her body was the loudest sound in the room. The three other slaves may have been masturbating, but their moans were held respectfully down. Only Vereesa had the right to be loud and her wide-open mouth and produced choked moans and his name from time to time, the majority of her screams silent. “…you will be…” Anduin’s thrust suddenly became slower. Drawn out pulls, sudden slams into her. More force than ever before, shaking Vereesa down to her core. She knew it was cumming, that he was cumming, that her fate would be sealed in mere moments. Her legs rose and instinctively locked behind his hips, pulling him in for his final thrust. “…bred!”

With intense force, the scorching hot cum pumped into her. The first spurt alone was more than the entire load of any lesser man she had ever been with. Thick and virile, she felt it flood her womb. There was no more fertile, no more willing bed for the seed to take its hold.

As her womb filled with yet more seed, its other effects took hold of her. The impossible magic the High King wielded with such ease, it seeped into her through his seed. Pulses of Light and Dark climbed up her spine. They rushed through every nerve in her body, slowly rising to her head. Once it had reached there, everything became a torrent of white and breathless screams. She had submitted to him in every way, loved nothing more than him, his words and his actions, and now that very truth was carved into her body and soul.

Her legs tensed, pressed the magnificent master against her groin, making him release every last drop as deep as possible. Her entire torso was writhing in ceaseless ecstasy. Were it not for the grip of Anduin and his wives, Vereesa would have thrashed around. She wouldn’t even have noticed it. Too intense was the pleasure to feel anything aside from it and its causes.

Vereesa could feel it. The exact moment she got pregnant. A little bit of his semen would have surely been enough. With the vast quantity of just that first load, it was only a question of seconds. Burning her insides with his perfection, she could feel it press against a tiny part of herself. Mingle with it. Become one with it and form something new. That moment, that last, willing submission to him, becoming his breeding slave, was the most blissful moment of her life.

Her eyes rolled back in her skull, her mouth was wide agape, sweat and Sunwell water made her skin glisten and her pussy squirted one wave of love juices after the other. Deep purple light took hold of her eyes as the tendril mark around her pussy seared its way into her very being. She was his now, in body and mind, a sex slave and wife submitted to him in joy and until death did them apart.

A ripple went through the surface of the water. Having risen like a bubble that sat on a smooth surface, the Sunwell’s blazing glory suddenly burst. An excess of gold streamed into the surrounding hall, spreading like a blossoming flower. More and more water appeared from nowhere, soon reached the feet of the stunned ruler of the blood elves, watching the scene with confusion, lust and envy for the High King.

‘Perhaps he got a point…’ Lor’themar caught himself thinking. ‘Perhaps we… could learn something from… the humans…’ those thoughts weren’t easy to digest for the ancient elf and he resigned himself to continue watching whatever that ridiculous and historical thing was that unfolded before him. “You!” he turned to a female attendant that happened to be around, starring with depraved, flustered eyes. “Strip!” if he was going watch, he wasn’t going to do so with his cock unattended. The attendant didn’t drop her pants, she simple tore the wet fabric open and presented her cunt.

Back in the Sunwell, Anduin’s shaft quivered one last time. He remained inside Vereesa for as long as it took her gripping pussy to milk the last drops stuck in his shaft, then pulled out of her. Huge globs of semen oozed out of her and the hunter found herself gasping wantonly. “Master… I feel so empty without you in me,” she whined, addicted to his cock completely, now that it had penetrated every last of her holes once.

To the High King’s surprise, the purple didn’t drain from Vereesa’s eyes, even now that he had pulled out of her. He looked to Xal’atath for an explanation. “This one’s family, it seems, is predisposed to indulging in darker powers,” the Old Goddess guessed. Given Sylvanas unique aptitude for being a banshee (there had to be some reason none other had ever reached her levels of power) and Valeria’s void powers, that seemed to be a reasonable explanation. “And it seems the Sunwell is craving your Shadow, my Master. It must have amplified the power in your seed beyond the usual mark.”

“I see,” Anduin nodded and looked down at his four, eagerly waiting sluts. A naaru, a paladin, an Old Goddess and a newly born void hunter. Combined with his own equilibrium between the powers of Light and Shadow, they were a perfect party of five for the task ahead. “Then let us bring the Sunwell into balance.”

Having said that, Anduin needed to consider the next steps. As it was, the Sunwell was a power of pure Light, saturated completely thanks to the sacrifice of the naaru M’uru in the past. Anduin would have to drain off the present power while replacing it. To do so, he would need to indulge in his darker desires.

“Liadrin, Vereesa, switch places,” he finally said, his tone hard and dominant. Hurriedly, they obeyed. Although almost unable to feel her legs, Vereesa managed to stand long enough to knee down where Liadrin had been, while the paladin laid down in front of Anduin. The High King bowed forwards and lightly pressed one hand against the redhead’s throat. “Beg.”

“Master Anduin, I need your royal cock inside me,” Liadrin immediately burst out, having only waited for an excuse to request to be fucked. “Let me… show you that…” although enthusiastic, her words came out less and less the grip on her neck intensified. “…I’m your… perfect… s…sla…ve…” air in her lungs was only a second priority, behind fulfilling his order. Her entire body shivered. “U…s…e…me, ma-“ the last word was cut off when he suddenly lifted his hand and her body inhaled instinctively.

“Do you enjoy getting choked and begging for my cock, breeding whore?” Anduin asked.

“Yes, master,” Liadrin gasped, her pussy overflowing. She was sure she had just had a small orgasm. “I’ve dreamt of it while I waited for you to arrive. Your strong hands dominating my every breath, it shows me my place. I love it.”

“You now enjoy it twice as much,” her master told her and pressed down on her throat again. Just because HE said it, it was true. It was absolutely ridiculous and it was wonderful. “Beg.”

“All my holes are yours. Please, pick one and fuck me,” once again, Liadrin obliged immediate. “I want to taste your cum… feel it… in my pussy… you can…” Words were harder to push out, lust and intensifying pressure spread fog over her thoughts. “…even… fu…ck…my…assssss…” The hand was lifted and she took a deep breath. The relief made her pussy gush.

“You enjoy it another two times more,” Anduin stated, bring the total multiplication up to four. He looked to everyone else, following the happening in an envious trance. All of them were imagining themselves in her position. “You will feel my hand on your throat as if it was on hers,” he made their imagination more manifest. “And you will also feel it more intensely.” The marks around their pussies glowed for a moment, as the dark magic they shared connected their experiences on a level beyond intimate. For the third time, Anduin grabbed Liadrin’s throat and said the one word. “Beg.”

“Am… master’s fucktoy,” the Slave Knight panted, already unable to formulate proper sentences, even though she still had the room to breathe. The other three sluts moaned in a choked fashion. Xal’atath, always one to love this treatment, came immediately. “Please… take me… use… body to… get… y…ou… off…me…is….yours….”

Anduin let go and desperately she breathed, while her spine arched out the endlessly streaming pool. “Two times more,” the High King said, his cock quivering. Unused, it stood mighty, covered in the slick juices of the earlier engagement. Having just impregnated a new slave already made him extremely horny but indulging in his sadism like this made the erection almost painfully hard. He would take care of it soon enough. He grabbed her throat one more time and said it, “Beg.”

“Cock!” Liadrin screamed, before she was pinned to the floor. The pleasure was too intense now, no eloquency remained. “Cock! Need… your… cock… cock… cock… please… cock… mastaaaah… yours… only yours… cock… cock…!”

“Cum,” he said and all four girls suddenly tensed, their mouths wide opened but unable to scream under his grasp, projected or not. “Harder.” He demanded and they started writhing. “Harder.” Spasming now, only Liadrin managed to stay in place, thanks to his grip. “Harder!” They started squirting as pure pleasure pulsed through them, all coming from the asphyxiation and the magical mark on their cunts. “HARDER!”

Their ecstasy was sense consuming. None of them noticed the tentacles spawning in the Sunwell, until they started winding around them. Arms and legs were restrained, thick tentacles took hold of slim, flat waists and thin tendrils tended to nipples and other sensitive areas. Jet black, smooth and exuding lubrication, they were perfect for all tasks depraved. Even better, they possessed no mind of their own, were merely extensions of Anduin himself. The High King never had to share with anyone, his toolbox to satisfy his entire harem of slutty sex slaves was vast.

Following an impulse, Anduin snapped his fingers. He didn’t know he could lift commands that way, but the girls forced orgasms came to a sudden end, just as the amplification of their enjoyment and sharing of sensations was dispersed. This was definitely more pleasing and easier than having to say that out loud.

Rattled breaths were taken, a desperate gasping for air. In that time of recovery, Xal’atath and K’ara were lifted slightly, only to the height of their master’s abs, while Vereesa was forced into bending forwards, presenting the sight of her tits to Anduin and her pussy to Liadrin. Of course, none of them struggled, only moaned in anticipation. Loudest of all Liadrin who felt Anduin’s dick press against her. “Cock,” she gasped, her mind had not recovered from the choking yet, “Mashtah’s thick, delishious cock.”

Her tongue darted out when a mixture of pussy juices and cum dripped on her face from Vereesa’s pussy. Tasting it sent a wonderful shiver down her spine. The source was hovering directly above her, the gaping, raw-fucked pussy of the recently bred elf. The pretty pink was swollen, glistening, tight lips parted widely, stretched out by the massive cock of their master, and the virile white of his load was steadily flowing out. Soon, her own cunt would look just like it – after having barely recovered from her own enslavement earlier today. She needed that sensation of having been used by her master again.

Liadrin continued to stare upwards, while two tentacles rose and slithered into Vereesa’s cunt and asshole. Being double penetrated for the first time, feeling her master’s tentacles for the first time, the silver-haired elf screamed as another sudden orgasm pulsed through her. She struggled against the tentacles, as spasms overtook conscious control, but was held in place by the constricting grasp around her ankles, her waist, her wrists and her throat. They were almost as strong as her master’s hands. A third tentacle found its way into her wide-open mouth and ended the scream. Vereesa’s ecstasy only rose further, all her holes filled at the same time.

Xal’atath and K’ara went through similar scenes, although it was only their back entrances and mouths that were claimed by the slick tendrils. Even Liadrin felt a tentacle press against her sphincter, under the golden surface of the Sunwell. Her mouth was the only thing that was left unclaimed by anything, once Anduin himself got moving.

The sex slaves to his side felt his fingers part their pussy lips and his thumbs circle their clits. Although they couldn’t hope to penetrate as deep as the tentacles, being the genuine flesh of their master elevated them above those magical constructs. The attention to detail his ruthless perfection possessed helped the matter tremendously.

To the envy of all, Liadrin got to feel her cunt getting split by their master’s giant cock. Every centimetre of penetration made her writhe. Were it not for the fact that the tentacles were holding her in place, she may have accidentally escaped. “So… biiiiiiig!” she gasped, then shouted when the tentacle on her ass also started pressing into her.

She had never taken it up the ass before, only worn some buttplugs in the last months to get herself used to this. It was something that she had come to like and it was infinitely less than the fulfilment she felt when Anduin’s magnificence stretched both of her holes. The only regret she had was that it wasn’t his cock that properly penetrated her backdoor for the first time.

A regret buried under so much pleasure.

Anduin lost no time to thrust into her tight holes. The tentacle mimicked the motions of his cock, sliding in as deep into her asshole as his dick did into her pussy. All of the other tentacles, buried in the holes of his slaves and wives, also echoed the rhythm. “Scream for me,” Anduin commanded Liadrin, dissatisfied with the silence the stuffing of all the other mouths enforced.

“Yessssh, mastaaah!” Liadrin forced the words into her ecstatic sound. “Ussssse me, breed meeee, fuck meeee, mark my wooomb againnnn and aaaaagainn.”

“Good slave,” Anduin grunted in satisfaction. “Double pleasure,” he then said and grinned at the sudden gushes of pussy juices around his cock and fingers. All three of them were so extremely tight and their pussies sucked him in whenever he tried to move. Their minds and bodies were conquered, completely dominated.

One time after another, he made them cum and squirt. His will guided when they could breathe between having their faces fucked. His will guided how much they could move inside their bindings. His will dictated how hard and fast they got their greedy little holes fucked.

The pleasure was overwhelming, mentally and physically. The domination was fantastic, but feeling the vibrations of their vocal cords, the gripping folds of their pussies and the clenching of their assholes all at the same time was something no other man could have hoped to feel at the same time. It was a true testament to the High King’s sexual prowess that he hadn’t cum once yet, even under those conditions.

Instead, his attention never wavered from his purpose. Having fed the darkness inside him, he pulled the Light of the Sunwell into himself. The blazing glory of the waters around him turned into an enigmatic void of black and dark purple, the promise of infinite potential laying in its endlessly waving surface. It was only a ring around the High King and the Light was trying to push it out of the source of power before it could take hold – only Anduin was stopping that. The balancing of the Sunwell had begun.

The sheer amount of magic was too much, even for Anduin, to handle alone. His senses rose in a rush of power, that he knew was unsustainable. He needed to share this burden and he knew exactly how.

“Get ready, Liadrin, you will help me in this ritual – all of you obedient sluts will!” he roared, got only enthusiastic groans and screams in response. They were to be used, they knew it, revelled in it. They craved it, with all their passion.

With the entire might of his hips behind every thrust, he hammered into Liadrin. Final penetrations so intense their reverberations could be felt in the floor. Anduin gathered the energy inside him and slammed balls-deep into the Slave Knight.

The Light found an outlet in his seed. It was the Light in the first place, that gave him the never-ending stamina required to sexually enslave and keep satisfied all the powerful women on Azeroth (and beyond). Having such an excess of it in his body only made the load he pumped into Liadrin that much larger.

Liadrin felt the sheer magical force with which the gargantuan load pumped into her cunt. As seed flooded her, stretched out her bred womb, she pulled the power inside her. It was a raw rush. This amount of holy strength fixed any little ailment her body may still have, any sign of aging or impurity on her skin.

There was so much more power beyond that. It rose off her skin as a golden steam, made her eyes shine as bright as the Sunwell, and kept adjusting things about her body. That her womb had to take in so much seed that her stomach started to bulge was suddenly no longer an issue. Her hips widened, making her already fantastic ass a firm work of thick art. Her legs followed suit, her hourglass figure intensified, even her breasts grew a little bit, although she remained at a medium level, compared to the breast size of her fellow sex slave. None of them were tremendous changes, there wasn’t too much to improve about Liadrin. The Light was simply acknowledging her devout submission to the task of being a breeding slave and made her body as attractive and optimal for the task as it could.

All the while she was cumming her brains out.

When Anduin feared that she couldn’t take anymore, the amount of power would break her body and soul, he pulled out. His orgasm ended abruptly, once he no longer had a cunt to empty himself into. Her body was defiled head to toe regardless, the tentacles that had confined her had unloaded while their origin had. Thick white seed trickled from her body and, where it touched the Sunwell, faded into swirls of black. They were not immediately consumed by the blazing Light, but they still weren’t strong enough to last. Anduin would need to withdraw more power from the magical font.

Liadrin was spent, however. The paladin shivered, the glow of her eyes and skin diminishing. Her stomach slowly deflated, as cum oozed from her pussy and ass, once the tentacle was removed from her backdoor. “More… use me more… Masssteerrrr,” she gasped, another aftershock making her suddenly squirt.

“You’re of no use to my goals right now, slut,” Anduin snorted, still at its highest. With force, he peeled himself out of the embrace of her legs. “But, as a reward for the limited way you were useful as a cocksleeve, you shall continue tasting pleasure.”

“Tha-“ Liadrin could only begin, before the tentacles filled her mouth, pussy and ass all at the same time. They only got into position, didn’t thrust yet, waiting for Anduin to pick his next slave to continue this ritual of balance.

And since he needed to get rid of more Light, there was only one cumdump he could use in the way he had Liadrin. Getting on his feet, he had the tentacles carry K’ara to his position. The one in her mouth was withdrawn, just as she was pushed on him like a mere tool, existing solely to get him off. Her dripping slave pussy enveloping his cock. She could only scream, while being penetrated, an act of remarkable ease due to the abundant lubrication.

“Yes!” a single high-pitched word escaped K’ara’s white open mouth. Her eyes were already rolling back in her skull, her spine already arched. Anduin didn’t need to attempt to bring her ecstasy, his bred wife had been trained well and her luscious body rejoiced, the shape of his cock engrained into her insides and mind.

Anduin grabbed her by the thighs, a superfluous extra handle, given that the tentacles still held all of her, and started fucking her. Seeing her large, cum-coated tits jiggle with every repeated penetration was intensely satisfying. The white globs of tendril-seed contrasted properly with her light blue skin and those pure-gold marks, their shape inspired by her former, crystalline form. “What are you?!” Anduin growled, wanting to hear more than just her endless, orgasmic screams.

“Your… sl--- shlaavvveee!” the naaru shouted her slurred words as best she could, while climax after climax rolled through her. Her hourglass figure was shook by his power. Helpless, so wonderfully helpless, she could only scream more answers as her master used her how he, and by extension she, wanted. “Jusht annnnn-another trio of willing holes for you to fuuuaahck! Use me! Fuck me! Cum inside me!”

“Good girl,” Anduin let out a rare compliment and further dug his fingers into her soft legs. His speed increased to absurd degrees. All of him was anticipating that final moment. Light was still being drawn into his body and it needed an outlet and it needed it fast. “Do your part, slut!” he roared then started unloading inside her.

Rather than grow louder, K’ara’s voice vanished with the first load of cum that hit her insides. The raw pleasure she was used to, but the rush of Light that accompanied it made it that bit more tantalizing. The pure power turmoiled inside her. The golden marks on her blue skin glowed, more and more intensely with each new spurt of cum, until they and her eyes were completely consumed by white-gold illumination.

Although she could take more than Liadrin, K’ara would not have been able to take this power alone. Only with the way it was split between her, Anduin and the paladin, was it possible for the trio to remove enough Light from the Sunwell. It would have changed her body as it had done with Liadrin, had the origin of K’ara’s flesh not been the very wish to be bred by the High King. It was already perfect for the task and could be optimized no further – not by the same power that had made the majority of it, at least.

Her stomach inflated with the overflow of cum. A steadily growing bump, making it appear as if she was already well into her pregnancy. Regardless of the absurd amount pumped into her, her pussy gripped tight onto his cock, wanting to milk more and more. Around them, the rest of the enslaved harem writhed in agonizing pleasure, as they were filled up by the tentacles.

Unceremoniously, Anduin pulled out. The blazing surface in the centre of the Sunwell was now completely consumed by a black void. Shadow and Light were equally present, but one would still push out the other if he left it as it was. He had to reinforce the darkness and then harmonize both powers.

“Tshank you for using your undesherving cumdump, Master,” K’ara slurred, just as Anduin turned away from her. Mouth and pussy were filled by tentacles within the moment, the High King wouldn’t leave her without further pleasure. All about her that could be broken had already submitted to him.

Vereesa panted ecstatically, as the tendrils around her dragged her into position in front of her master. The ones in her throat and pussy slithered out, leaving her to moan openly. Meanwhile, Anduin was left to stare down at the high elf’s gaping pussy. His girthy cock and the following fucking by the tentacle had left it split wide open. Cum flowed from it, the absurd amount not caring that Vereesa was laying on her back, thick white contrasting with her tan and the mark around her raw pussy lips. Only her upper body made contact with the ground, the rest of it was raised.

“Fuck me again, please, Master!” Vereesa cried out, her deep purple eyes wide open with depravity. She didn’t need to be asked or commanded to beg. “You have already seeded me, but I need more. Your cock, your love, I can’t go without it anymore! Please, please fuck your slave! The nymphomaniac wife you own!”

“It’s assuring to hear that your place is already seared into your slutty mind,” Anduin grunted, while squatting down. Taking hold of her ankles, he split her toned legs wide open. Her magnificent ass, with the third tentacle still penetrating her back entrance, was displayed as a glistening mess under him. Her entire body was just a pile against the floor, one his cock drove into mercilessly. “You’re already addicted, aren’t you?” he ridiculed, his voice barely drowning out her prolonged, orgasmic scream. “To getting both of your fuck holes penetrated by me at the same time!”

“I just want you inside me,” Vereesa’s voice was a weak whining. She was too distracted by the large cock inside her to gather her breath and shout. “Just you. If you give me more of you, I will be happy for every bit that you fuck me with, but only you are all I need, Master.”

“Such good slaves I have,” Anduin, despite all the sadism he tried to conjure, couldn’t find any way to ridicule that. It worked nicely along his dominating streak, however, especially once he started hammering her into the floor of the Sunwell. Water rippled around her. It splashed, as her spine took the repeated impacts. Her cunt gushed in the same fashion, Anduin feeling the wetness against his groin, whenever he plunged into her.

Vereesa let out sharp moan after sharp moan. While the position made the thrusts slower than they could have been, their impact was intensified to the maximal degree. Synchronized penetration of pussy and ass left her with steady phases of being filled to the brim by his magnificent size and then feeling empty when they retreated.

As much as the High King loved the squeals of his cumdump, he needed to invoke the Shadow within both of them. The quickest and most effective way to achieve these things was through raw perverse excess. New tentacles appeared, one slithering around her throat, another three aiming at her nipples and clit. While the first did nothing more than asphyxiate the void-touched huntress, the other three had specialized heads. Suction cups with a myriad of tentacles inside them attached themselves to Vereesa’s most sensitive areas.

Unable to scream anymore, Vereesa clenched her teeth. Her eyes rolled up in her skull, while the shade of her face slowly darkened. A moment to breathe came along, she instinctively took it, then the tentacle coiled closely again. The gushes of her pussy went into full blown squirts, Anduin’s thrusts and the aggressive assault on her sensitive areas sending her into an endless chain of orgasms.

Pitch black oozed into the deep purple of the Sunwell. It originated from where Anduin and Vereesa touched the sacred waters. Around the high elf’s head, it look like a black aura around the silver halo of her sprawled out hair. It was unnatural and it was beautiful.

With one final thrust, Anduin plunged into her and added another load to the ones, natural and tentacle-created, in her womb. Because he wasn’t channelling the Light anymore, this one was only the regular size of the High King. Still that of several men combined, it managed to bulge out her stomach somewhat, but nowhere close to the absurd degree of the previous two slaves that were used for the ritual.

While he came inside her, and both of their pleasure, submissive and dominating, masochistic and sadistic, was at its peak, the darkness they spread intensified. It was all exactly as Anduin planned and he let the overbearing need to whip up the Shadow inside him be exorcised as he came inside her.

“Very good girl,” the greatest master said when he was finished. The tentacles all around stopped moving, placed the women down carefully and they proceeded to vanish into thin air. Twitching, all but Xal’atath kept laying in the Sunwell. “Very good girls, you can rest - for the moment,” he repeated louder and got moaned, loving responses from the three of them. They were thankful for the ecstasy they had been allowed to feel by their master and for the break their bodies needed.

Only Xal’atath was still able to move, and she quickly crawled towards him. She stopped in front of him and gave his cock an adoring kiss.  “It is my turn now, isn’t it, Master?” she asked in a teasing tone, not nearly as submissive as the last three. The voidborne creature, having taken the shape of an extremely curvy elf, knew what was missing. Light and Shadow were equal in the Sunwell now. The source of power was golden and deep purple in same parts. Now it remained to unify both powers like they were in Anduin.

None were better to aid him in this then she was. She was a being of darkness through and through and the most powerful of his harem, taken by her own potential and origin.

“Yes, Atha,” Anduin nodded, and put a hand on her head. The invitation was clear, and Xal’atath’s mouth enveloped him within moments. Greedily, she sucked him all the way inside her throat. Moaning vibrations reverberated in the sleeve-like flesh around him. “Oh, you know how to serve,” he groaned softly guiding her back and forth on his shaft.

‘You trained me well, Master,’ Xal’atath’s voice echoed in his hand, while perverted, slurping sounds came from her mouth. ‘You made this goddess your cock-sucking slave wife. Showed me my place, as your belonging.’ Her longue tongue pressed against the sensitives spots at the underside of his cock while she slid back down. ‘I can taste the lesser slaves on you – their desperation, their ecstasy, their submission – so sweet.’

Anduin slowly lowered himself to the floor. First, he squatted, then he leaned backwards into the pool. Following all of it, never letting his dick leave her mouth, Xal’atath soon was between his legs, rather than in front of them. “Enough with the foreplay,” the High King decided. Three seconds after he spoke those words, his saliva-polished cock was released from the Old Goddess’ mouth with a loud pop.

“As you wish,” the deep purple-haired voidborne purred and mounted Anduin. Her pussy, having gone unfucked so far throughout all of this, was a stark contrast to the rest of her, entirely covered and ravaged by tentacles and the magical seed they produced. She spread her pussy lips, revealing the blue insides, steadily oozing greyish tinted lovejuices. “You make me crazy in ways that are so much more pleasing than the raving lunacy of my creation,” she gasped, as she aligned herself with the erect cock.

Anduin kept his hands to himself, only watched as Xal’atath impaled herself on his cock. Despite her wetness, it was a slow procedure. A drawn-out shout accompanied her descent, ending in a shiver that send her upper body slumping forwards. Straddled over him, her soft sighs and ass surrounding his hips, she panted heavily. From her outstretched tongue, saliva dropped onto Anduin’s chest in long strands. Although she was unmoving, her insides quivered around him.

Barely, she managed to focus her pale blue eyes on him. “D-do you wish -ah- to feast your eyes on my tainted cur-rrrr-- curves or would you prefer to kiss and handle your slave clean, my… masht-master?”

A difficult question but, given the amount of depravity he had just gone through, he had a clear answer. “Clean yourself, if you are able,” he stated. As great as her cum-coated tits looked, he would much rather have pressed his face between them at the moment.

“Of…” she swallowed audibly. “Of course, I am Xal’atath, I am a goddess.” With pleasured difficulty, she straightened her back and raised her hands in a conjuring motion. Two deep purple drops of the Sunwell rose into the air. One she directed towards her mouth and took it in – without swallowing. The other, hovered above her and turned into a stream of water. Where it came into contact with her, the trickle that fell split into much more than it could have been, entirely covering her in its journey back into the pool it had been derived from. At some point, the enslaved Old Goddess opened her mouth again, adding that water to the stream.

It ceased quickly, draining even the wetness from her hair, and leaving all of her as clean as she had been before they began. Her mouth was kissable without any hint of precum, her tits deliciously presented themselves in their pale-blue fullness and all of her looked delicious. Only her insides remained loaded with his seed. Xal’atath wouldn’t have dreamed to change that.

“You will have to teach me that trick,” Anduin stated and raised his torso to embrace her. Embrace her in a purely sexual manner, his head pressing into the valley between her breasts. While he concentrated on smothering himself with the firmness of her large cleavage, Xal’atath rode him. Her own arms pulled him closer, nails dug into Anduin’s back.

Xal’atath’s range of movement was limited, but that didn’t hinder her too much. Rather than just go up and down, she used her hips creatively, gyrating and rolling them, to give Anduin’s cock all the pleasurable friction it could need. In addition to that, she used her nature to go beyond her humanoid limitation.

Groaning with pleasure, Anduin felt her gripping folds slither around his cock. Xal’atath’s flesh was only a container for her will and so she made it pump and down. It was as if he was receiving a blowjob while inside her pussy. A truly marvellous feeling.

Soon, he felt his pleasure rise to dangerous levels. With three kisses up her neck, he wandered from her tits to her mouth. The breasts spilled on his chest instead, the hammering of their hearts reverberating in their softness, as their lips found each other. For the first time, Anduin’s orgy wasn’t the cause of any noises that dominated the room. Vaguely, he was aware of the watching blood elves moaning. He didn’t care, all Anduin focused on was the sweet tongue of his slave.

They channelled the powers of the Sunwell through them, as they headed towards climax together. The first inside her for Anduin, the last of many for Xal’atath had experienced since getting on top of him. Her eyes rolled up, her insides coiled around Anduin’s cock as her hips came to a standstill. All of her was begging for his seed.

And she got it.

Anduin held her trembling body in his arms, even as he himself tensed up extremely from the peaking pleasure. Cum shot into her tight pussy, deep into her womb, and filled her up. Her lips were submissive to his aggressive kiss, her powers his to command. In the moment of absolute pleasure, their minds mingled and the High King channelled their might to bring the balance he sought to bestow to the Sunwell.

Golden and purple mixed around them into glorious, warm silver. Xal’atath squirted repeatedly against her master, feeling ever more seed flooding her. The scream, muffled by the kiss, echoed in the surrounding blood elves, who felt more pleasure than ever as their sacred source of power was rewritten by the Old Goddess’ master and his magnificence.

‘I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,’ Anduin heard the repeated exclamations of Xal’atath, not ceasing even as her orgasm ebbed away and left her able to formulate saner thoughts. It was all she wanted to say and she wanted to say it as often as she could. Her obsession in serving him was only heightened by each new proof of his power and glory.

Their task was done, but the orgy would continue.