Who a King must do Chapter 37 – Return of the Harem King (Patreon)

The trip home was eventless. No unforeseen weather, no attacks, just steady tides and constant fucking. They arrived in Stormwind to some confusion. Officially, Anduin was still sick and somewhere in his chambers. A ruse he wouldn’t be able to pull a second time. He showed his face too often in Silvermoon to even attempt to keep his visit secret. That aside, any official story they could tell about the blood elves suddenly pulling into the harbour, with the former Blood Knights suddenly dedicated to Anduin, would have been discerned as ridiculous anyway.

Instead, Anduin proudly marched to his castle, publicly announced what had happened at almost every corner, while fucking Liadrin and Vereesa to show off the truth of the matter. After some time, he managed to arrive at his castle and then his throne. Jaina had kept it warm for him, while ruling together with Tyrande and Genn.

The worgen bowed down when he saw the Alliance’s leader. “Welcome home, my king,” he simply said, standing up from a wooden chair that he had placed next to the throne and removing it from the premise to take his usual spot a bit further to the side. Genn Greymane would have never dreamed to sit on the actual throne, Anduin’s personally created and orgy-optimized throne, for even as much as a short-term regency.

The High King sat down and, as his first act back on the throne, reached around the back of his first wife and grabbed her one of her massive tits. To his left, his first slave soon had his other hand on her ass. “Thank you for governing in my absence,” he said, fondling both. His fingers sunk so deep into the overabundant flesh of Jaina’s tit that they threatened to vanish into the spilling squishiness. A single pinch of her nipple, and white milk started to drip.

“It wassss mhm-m-y---” Jaina tried to answer, but, after three weeks without him, even that simple touch set her body on fire. “M-aaahhh-y pleasure,” she finally succeeded, only to climax immediately, when Anduin bowed down and sucked on her left tit. Delicious milk squirted into his mouth, sweet and hot. Lovingly, his queen combed into his long, blonde hair and held him in place.

Anduin looked upwards and saw her depraved face. Her tongue hung out, her blue eyes mirrored love, lust and longing, both combining into an extremely lewd expression. Then the High King sucked a second time, pinched her other nipple, and made her violently climax a second time. Her head flew back and she screamed.

The court let out collective gasps and groans. Hearing the true moans of their queen was among the most erotic things they could witness. The other harem members, that had been left behind with her, had done their best to keep her satisfied with fingers, tongues and toys, public and privately, but there was no replacing their master. The moans even distracted the lords and ladies from the blood elves that had accompanied their king back home – for the moment.

While he tended to Jaine more, Anduin’s fingers moved from Tyrande’s firm butt to between her legs. “Yes… yes please, Master,” she begged, while he blindly brushed down the outside and then up the inside of her thighs. Her cunt was in the process of quickly becoming incredibly wet. His fingers curved into her and she gushed, her spine arching backwards. After thirty seconds of working more on both of them, the High King had both of them squirting into the floor encapsulated by the curving side-arms of the half-throne, half-couch monstrosity that was his seat of power.

“Good girls,” Anduin purred, while giving both of them moments to breathe. Especially Jaina was panting heavily. No wonder, she was breathing for two people. Her belly was swollen immensely. It had been large before Anduin had left and now she was almost in her eighth month. Gently, he lowered himself to her belly and kissed it. Then he went up and kissed her lips. A moment later, he gave the same honour to the equally pregnant but considerably less advanced Tyrande. Elves and their slower reproduction cycles meant she wasn’t even showing a baby bump yet. “Serve me,” he commanded.

“Of course, Anduin!” Tyrande exclaimed happily and slid down to the floor. “Elune truly blessed me with a real man,” she purred while crawling between his legs and grabbing his quivering cock with both hands. “Do you wish me to handle you alone, my Master, or do you desire to taste your other slaves as well?”

Maiev and Y’rel, the only two others that were present and, as always, chained to the throne, looked with anticipation. “It would be an honour to be used,” Maiev’s deep, militaristic voice was lowered into a submissive pitch.

“I will atone by fulfilling your desires or suppressing my own, Master,” Y’rel agreed. White and redhead, both kept their heads low and waited. Despite their words, they were already on all four and both were starting to drip from cunt and mouth. At the sight and smell of their master’s cock, they couldn’t help but salivate, hungry to please him.

“You may join,” Anduin allowed and the chains rattled as they hurriedly crawled over to take their space at either side of Tyrande. All three started working on his erection immediately. It only took a few moments for him to offer them a large load. Although she greedily gulped down the first half of it, the High Priestess of Elune was nice enough to remove her lips and let the remainders splatter over their faces instead.

It drove them absolutely wild to smell and taste his magnificence again. They masturbated feverishly, while sucking and kissing whatever of his cock and balls they could reach without getting too much into each other’s way. His cock was deepthroated by all three girls, going left to right and back over and over again. Tyrande got to take him twice as much as the other two because of her position. Given that she was a high slave while the other two were lowly, repenting cocksleeves, that was only proper.

On the throne, Anduin gave his first wife a bit more attention. Methodical kisses and groping, delivering a slower and more careful build-up in pleasure. It allowed her to keep her breathing well controlled. “My king,” she whispered under a passionate exhale, “my Anduin.”

To his left, Valeera took her place. Her nimble body clamoured onto his arm with a confident smile. Then she let out a long, happy moan, as Anduin rubbed her clit. “You should probably address your people,” his second queen sighed into his bed. “I miss our bed and your other slaves.”

As did Anduin. Fenella, Aclysia, Shandris, Alythess and Sacrolash all weren’t around and he needed to fill all of them up with a new load of his cum before he would truly feel like he had returned home.

“Lords and ladies of Stormwind,” the High King therefore raised his voice. “My sickness of the past weeks has been a lie. A ruse I needed to employ to hide my absence from the palace. Having fooled you in such a fashion, I apologize utmost for it. My mission required that the Horde remained uninformed of my movements for as long as possible. Now, I shall bring to you the fruits of my mission. Liadrin, Vereesa, present yourself.”

His newest slave and wife positioned themselves to either side of the throne and stood tall. They looked at each other, golden and purple eyes of the elves crossing, and coordinated with a knowing smile. Both tall, both athletic, both with bodies optimal to be bred by their human master, they pushed out their decently sized chests and reached down. Although both were tanned, Liadrin had a reddish tint to her darker coloured complexion. Red and silver hair fell down, Liadrin’s ponytail undone at some point during the march to the throne. Both of them were covered in Anduin’s cum.

They reached down between their legs, to their brand-framed pussies, and spread the lips, allowing some of the High King’s seed to drip out of their gaping cunts. All the demonstrations he had given on the way to here had truly left them in a presentable state.

Only Liadrin’s presence was truly unusual, Vereesa had been part of the court for weeks. However, Vereesa’s purple eyes lent credence to the story he was about to tell. Marked, bred and cum-coated as she was, she also showed that Anduin had finally succeeded in making her part of his harem and the High King wasn’t above showing what he had acquired. Grabbing Maiev’s red hair, he dumped the second load of his return into the masochistic Warden’s stomach.

Without much ceremony, Anduin quickly summarized the happenings. How he had arrived and how Liadrin had almost immediately begged to be enslaved. How he had then entered the Sunwell, rebalanced it, and finally turned the entire blood elven population to the Alliance’s side. The nobles were in awe and rose to applaud him by the end of the tale. Anduin, somewhat embarrassed by this, quickly gestured for them to sit back down.

“Lor’themar sent an ambassador with him, Aethas Sunreaver, step forwards,” the blood elf, having waited in the hallways before the throne room, entered. He immediately stood out, courtesy of the fact that he was still dressed. Looking around at the gathered human nobles, getting served under the specifically designed tables by servants of all the different enslaved races, the elf quickly eliminated that difference from existence.

“It’s an honour to serve here, your majesty,” the mage said, smoothly unbinding the belt of his robe and stripping where he stood. Night elf servant quickly hurried over and took his clothes, a second one, after a wave of Aethas finger, came to suck him off. “You spoke the truth when you said the human court has evolved far beyond the wonders of Silvermoon. The beauty of your women is only outdone by their subservience.” His eyes visibly wandered to Jaina as he said that.

Jaina Proudmoore, first queen of Stormwind, queen-mother of the heir, archmage and Lady-Admiral of Kul’Tiras only gave Aethas a dismissive glance and looked to her master. Adoration in her eyes, she said, “Anduin’s decisions are my decisions, Sunreaver. I have no regret for what I did that day, you were the traitor that looked the other way when Garrosh violated the neutrality I had preserved – despite what the Horde had done to Theramore.” She looked to the ambassador and shrugged. Stroking her belly, she added, “If it serves my Master, then I forgive you and will pursue the matter no further. I have too much of a wonderful future to look forwards to, to care about our past.”

Anduin leaned over and kissed her. A long, deep, loving kiss, without any of the perversions or overbearing pleasure that they were both so used to. Just a kiss, from a loving husband to an adoring wife. Two people that wanted to build a great future for their children. Once their lips separated, however, the High King resumed the fondling of her tits. Resting her head on his shoulder, Jaina only panted and indulged in her master’s presence, not caring for any more of these politics.

“Does that strike you as acceptable, Aethas?” Anduin asked.

The mage would have liked to hear an apology, but he knew his people were already determined to join the Alliance. How could they not? A night elf was sucking on his dick as if it was the most delicious thing she had ever had the honour of tasting. What reason was there to insist on an apology for a misdeed on both sides when there was so much more fun to be had in just forgiving each other. “Yes. In the name of my lord and the sin’dorei, I, too, forgive the sins of Jaina Proudmoore. We shall work together.”

The court dissolved soon thereafter. Anduin accompanied Aethas to Dalaran to make things official with the Council of Six as well. They were more than a little enthusiastic about this development. Particularly, Modera seemed happy to see Aethas. During the resurfacing of the Burning Legion, it had been her that had made the case for the Horde (and the blood elves specifically) to be let back into Dalaran.

It had been a strange scene. Aethat had complimented Modera about her reclaimed youth. The auburn haired archmage had brushed some of the hair that refused to be confined in her ponytail behind her ear and had laughed. Then they exchanged a naked hug. For a moment, Anduin was resigned to see the archmage in the hands of another man. That was fine, she had never promised to become his, he had just wanted to have it end that way.

However, it stayed at a friendly hug and they just chatted away about the task and how to accomplish the building of a relay as quickly as possible. Nothing sexual went on whatsoever. The only desires Anduin felt from Modera were towards himself. Something she made abundantly clear at one point by looking at his chiselled body and biting her lower lip.

When Anduin announced he would leave them to it, he had a harem to attend to, Modera stopped him and embraced him as well. It was far above friendly. Her large breasts pressed against him, her pussy drooled as it grinded against his cock and her pillowy lips pressed against his. Nobody needed godly powers to read that she was ready to submit to him.

“You have once more proven your wisdom and resourcefulness, High King Anduin,” the archmage purred when they separated. “A last time that was needed to convince me. I will be yours soon, I promise you.”

“I will hold you to that, Modera,” Anduin threatened in a flirting tone and then left anyway. ‘Soon’ was a very good promise to have.

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Anduin knew he would like what he saw in his chambers before he even touched the door. Moans echoed down the hallway, loud and unashamed, with every one of the voices belonging to one of his slaves. With a simple push of the wooden gate, the High King stepped into the room behind. The sounds of lust immediately intensified.

Jaina had done some redecorating in the time he was gone. Fully half of the room was now decorated by a combination of beds. It was roughly separated into three areas. The largest one, at the heart, was also the highest layer, with sheets of incredibly luxurious design and thick wooden posts. They didn’t hold any drapes, there was nothing Anduin wanted to hide in his bedroom, but leather ropes instead, perfect for some bondage fun. At either side of that centre bed, half a metre lower, sat extra, smaller beds. While less impressive than the central one, they were still looking well. At the foot end of all three of these beds combined, only slightly above floor level, was a long mattress that looked almost common and had the aesthetic of a giant dog bed, with a few blankets and cushions to compromise with humanoid physiology.

On the layers, divided by rank, Anduin’s harem was engaged with one another. On the lowest level, Yrel, Maiev, Vanessa, Baela and Fizzy were kneeling, their backs turned towards Anduin and their tongues buried in the cunts of women in the higher levels. Although Vanessa was going to be one of Anduin’s wives, and was already one as far as he was concerned, this didn’t change that she had a lot of redemption to do.

Similar was the reason why Xal’atath and K’ara joined with Tyrande, Shandris, Liadrin, Sacrolash and Alythess in the middle layer. They were largely engaged with each other or the slaves of the lower levels. Only K’ara had been pulled to the edge of the uppermost layer and been allowed to lie on it with her upper half. This level was reserved for the slaves that Anduin found to have progressed vastly in their redemption already or were his well-behaved slaves.

Her face was being ridden by Valeera, who was using her high status in the harem to give her dominant side, which was normally entirely drowned out by Anduin’s pure magnificence, some well-deserved venting. At the same time, she was making out with Vereesa and had Aclysia suck on her tit. All three elves were drunk on each other’s presence and lips. Lastly, waiting in the middle of the central bed, were Jaina and Fenella. The dark iron dwarf was servicing the highly pregnant arch mage fervently, which Jaina’s fingers repaid her in kind for.

Those two couldn’t have been much different. Jaina was tall, Fenella was, well, a dwarf. One had pale white skin, the other the black of ash. One had normal, blue eyes, the others were glowing red. Jaina’s hair was white with a streak of gold, while Fenella’s was of a fiery red. What both had in common was a longing look in their depraved eyes and absolutely gargantuan boobs. Anduin, to his surprise, found them evenly matched. He hadn’t noticed earlier, but Jaina’s chest had grown even larger in his absence.

He closed the door and sent his clothes into the void. In a few seconds, his freed cock became fully erect. Without hesitation, he walked up to the bed and climbed onto the central level. It was reserved for those of his slaves who were both his wives and had nothing left to atone for.

Of course, those were only guidelines. Several of the slaves, particularly on the lower levels, were only there because they were deeply masochistic sluts that wanted to be treated with a bit of ridicule.

Anduin put one foot on the edge of the central segment and said a single word, “Cum!”

By his authority, the moans in the room turned into sudden shouts. Intertwined bodies grinded against one another, spines arched and fingers dug into sheets, cushions, hair and ass cheeks. Pussies overflowed with love juices, as perverted slurping sound proved without a doubt. Anduin smiled, a fat drop of precum drooling from his engorged cock.

All of the present harem only had eyes for him and they salivated with open mouths, upon seeing their second favourite treat, outdone by his actual seed, fall to waste. Their master didn’t give them too much time to think about it.

“Cum,” he said for a second time, having arrived at the head of the bed and laying down. The shouts of ecstasy were immediately renewed. Those that had previously managed to remain upright now toppled over. They landed among the rest, everybody spasming wildly, toes curled, breasts rising and falling quickly with trembling breaths.

“Master’s voice!” “Master’s power!” the Eredar twins, Alythess and Sacrolash, panted in unison, embracing each other as their orgasms washed through them. “”Too long…. Every second without being dominated by you is too long!””

“I can’t wait to ride you again, Anduin!” Valeera fell into that choir. “Fuck, you are such a perfect man, the perfect master.”

“Let me serve you!” Fenella panted, Jaina and herself masturbating each other even as the magical climax caused them to tremble and scream. “I need it! I am your fucktoy! Use me however you wish!”

“You will all get what you want,” Anduin promised and leisurely raised both hands in a conjuring gesture. Tentacles grew from the surfaces and penetrated whatever cunt was closest. They weren’t so high in number that they could have done more than that. There was one for every girl, except for two of them, with only a few extra for the girls that really loved getting choked while being fucked. “These ones will not produce any fake seed,” Anduin explained over the rhythmic gasps that replaced the orgasmic screams. “This is my return home and I wish to fill all of your waiting wombs by myself tonight.” His eyes wandered over the display of smiling, thanking and lustfully sighing women. Then he stopped at Jaina and Fenella, the only two who weren’t getting fucked by tentacles at the moment. “Service me,” he commanded, resting his arms on the back of the bed.

With a delighted shiver, the two obeyed. The empress and the queen moved to either side of him, their large tits swaying as they crawled. Noticing their master’s leering, they exchanged a glance and nodded. Jaina’s eyes glowed with an arcane purple, as she made a raising movement with her index finger. The many pillows Anduin was resting on were raised, beckoned by her considerable powers.

With no less comfort, the High King hovered now and silently watched. He was curious what kind of service they had in mind that required this change. The answer became obvious rather quickly, as his wives cupped their breasts with their hands. With him a bit higher, they could sit upright to either side of him, which allowed them to use the full volume of their chests in return.

His massive member almost entirely vanished between the black and white cleavages. The closer the two got, the move of their firm tits spilled over and hid more of his dick from view, until only the head was partly visible. Lustful moans echoed, hard nipples rubbing together. More than that, the contact with his raw, hot rod had the well-trained slaves panting. Where Anduin’s cock touched them, their tits seemed to be as sensitive as their nipples would be.

“I hope this service is to your liking, Master,” Jaina purred, as they started to move. Their hands moved each tit individually, changed pressure of the smooth, soft flesh on his cock, while their torsos rose and fell by the power of their thick thighs. Periodically, his cock was completely engulfed in their overabundant breasts. Moment in which the raw heat and the proximity of their heartbeat had him groan in satisfaction.

“It very much does,” Anduin stated, remaining in his leaned back pose and letting them work. At first, it looked much better than it felt. As soft and warm as it was, any real friction was missing to provide that stimulation. A problem that was soon solved by the steady flow of his pre-cum lubricating the movements.

While the sounds of the titfuck became wetter and more depraved by the second, underlined by the lustful gasps of his wives, Anduin looked around. Another advantage of his levitating position was that he had a good view of the room.

Nearby, Valeera was sitting on Vereesa’s face. The rogue had managed to convince the tentacle (or the splinter of Anduin’s consciousness guiding it rather) to go for her back entrance instead. In effect, this left her pussy open to the attention of one of the other slave’s lips once more, which she took advantage off. What Vereesa got out of the deal was a delightfully submissive position and a skilled hand rubbing her clit, whenever Valeera felt like the youngest Windrunner did a good job.

The middle and lower levels with their higher count of sex slaves were covered in the writhing bodies, some of the middle ranks descending to the lower ones to take whatever partner tickled their fancy. Xal’atath and Liadrin were doing nothing but dwelling in the steady orgasms that were brought over them by the tireless tentacles deeply penetrating their tight cunts. Others were clumped together, such as Vanessa and Yrel, the penitent women making out while they got fucked. Baela laid on top of Alythess and Mizzy on Sacrolash, their outstretched tongues sloppily attending to the twin’s tits, while all four got fucked. Then there were Tyrande and K’ara, the blonde Naaru kissing and worshipping the perfect ass of the longest-serving slave of Anduin’s harem. Right next to them, Shandris was watching with absolute depravity in her eyes, playing with herself feverishly, her voyeurism only making her cum harder from the steady pistoning of the tentacle. Sitting alone, unfucked and just watching with the delight of a patient sex slave, Maiev just waited her turn.

Also, on her lonesome was Aclysia. The white-haired demon huntress crawled towards Anduin. “Master, master,” she panted, getting fucked every four-limbed move she made. In ordered, backwards combed strands, her hair fell down between her goat-like horns, which curved around her head. Only a sharp curve towards the end prevented the two tips to meet at the back of her head, instead they ran parallel. “Master I… I don’t want to be bothersome… but I… I…”

The deep purple in the centre of her green eyes was focused completely on him. She was begging for his attention, her mouth opening wide between every word. Eventually, she failed to speak at all, only stretching out her demonically long tongue. It reached a good margin past her chin and steadily dripped a thick, gooey liquid that was something other than mucus or saliva entirely. Her half-succubus nature was clear in moments like this.

“Come here,” Anduin said and lowered his right hand. Quickly, she was by it, kissed the back with her velvety lips. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him again. “Sit still,” he commanded. She obeyed and quietly let him play with her wet, pink lips. Gently, he pulled the lower one down with his thumb. Then he raised index and middle finger together to her mouth. “Suck them,” he commanded.

He might as well have started fingering her cunt. Blowjob slut that Aclysia was, as little as having his fingers to suck on immediately intensified her experience. Her gaze became glassy and eventually she found herself unable to keep eye contact up with her master. Quickly repeating, weak orgasms added up to rob this part of self-control from her.

As much as Anduin enjoyed watching her slather his fingers in her succubus’ juices, he enjoyed what was going on above his groin a bit more. Jaina and Fenella were tirelessly at work to please their master. “It’s so hot,” the dark iron dwarf gasped. “It’s burning me… to my core. My body is addicted to this heat… I’m reforged by it… I want, I need it!” She moaned loudly; it was more than just her body that craved his touch, his attention. With adoring eyes, she looked up to him. Aaahh, Master, do I make you feel good?”

“Extremely,” Anduin answered with a satisfied sigh. “I will cum soon.”

That announcement made both of them speed up, squish their breasts closer together, to maximize friction and pleasure. “Please cum, Anduin,” Jaina begged. “Shower us with your seed! I want to feel it all over me, Master, your thick cum. I want it to adorn me, to mark me!” Fenella echoes the desperate words.

They wouldn’t have to wait for long. With slick and quick movements, they shook and grinded their enormous tits against his cock. He didn’t miss a single second of their service. Of the way they brought themselves and each other to orgasm by working on his dick, while the hard nipples brushed against the jiggling flesh of their tits. How his cock vanished in those squishy mounds, lubricated by his precum and the saliva dripping from their well-trained mouths.

Finally, he could hold on no longer. Only the head of his cock was visible, when he pumped a massive load into the air. Both of his royal wives raised their heads and stretched out their tongues, hoping to taste at least part of what came down. Some of the load was wasted on the sheets, but most of it landed on the two big-titted sex slaves.

Spurt for spurt was pumped into the air. The first few had enough force in them to land all the way in their hair and on their faces, more in their mouths and the most on their tits. Thick globs of white that looked beautifully impure on both of them. Their lust boiled over with every drop that touched their skin, each coming with its own bit of magic and psychological gratification. With gratitude, they shuddered, as their master marked them with his lust.

Anduin made a simple gesture and Jaina lowered him to a normal height again. Still gasping for air, his first wife asked, “Was this the service you wanted, my perfect Master?”

“Everything and more,” he answered and cupped her face with his hands, much to the disappointment of a certain half-demon. “Tend to Aclysia, Fenella,” the High King commanded and the dark iron dwarf crawled towards the white-haired blowjob addict. Although far from Anduin’s cock, the cum-stained lips and curves of her fellow slave were a step up from sucking on fingers, so Aclysia took the new distraction happily.

While Fenella and Aclysia engaged in a long kiss, Jaina lightly shrunk away from Anduin. “I’m stained with your seed, Master,” she reminded him. As delicious as she and the other slaves found it, she knew he was uncomfortable with the idea of tasting his own spunk.

“You need not worry about that,” Anduin told her. “Atha taught me a new trick on the way back.” A little wave of magic pulsed from his hands and his seed on her face evaporated into pure magic. The cleansing energy spread through her mouth all the way into her throat, but no further. On her skin it invisibly crept all over her.

Although the High King disliked that he had to sacrifice her tainted looks for it, being able to flash clean his women this way was immensely useful. Without further help, such as the Kingswell water, the spell only cleared off his seed, leaving them sweaty and otherwise stained. That was all he needed, to comfortably kiss his wife.

She moaned into his mouth, as he took his hands off her face and placed them further down. Gently he lowered her to the mattress, as their tongues whirled and wrestled. Their kiss only broke once she laid on her back and Anduin straightened up and looked lovingly down at his pregnant queen. “Are you feeling stable today, Jaina?” he asked, caressing her swollen belly. He didn’t want to exhaust her and cause any risks to her health or that of his heir.

“As stable as I could ever be in your holy presence, my Anduin,” Jaina panted and spread her pussy lips with her hands, presenting the pretty pink of her insides. The longer they were together, the healthier and more beautiful she looked. His powers would mend any harm that had and could ever come to her and their child. “Come, use your foremost slave like she desires.”

Anduin bowed over her, placing his hands on either side of her head, and penetrated her moist cunt with one swift move. For the first time in weeks, his cock was inside her pussy. It was far superior to a tit job or her mouth, the many folds gripping him tightly, pulsing around him.  The hole was made to be filled with his cock and remembered his shape well.

“Masterrrr,” Jaina purred in immediate ecstasy and he began to move. It was a simple fucking, a repeated plunging into her cunt, with no magical gimmicks or absurd physical force. He needed neither to please her. Knowing exactly what angles to take to hit her most sensitive spots, he kept a steady pace. Although he refrained from hammering her into the mattress with superhuman might, the High King’s pounding still caused repeated wet slaps to echo through the lust-filled room.

Her body and breasts shook under him. Pale and crowned with hard nipples, the enormous bags of milk, meat and lust jiggled with fantastic fullness. They were never still; his continued thrusts and her screams took care of that. She writhed, her pussy clung to him, gushed every time his groin slapped against her lower lips. Her legs closed behind him, as she heard her master’s groans grew more intense.

“Cum inside me!” she begged out loud. “Let me feel your perfect seed!”

With a final thrust deep into her, he obliged. Cum pumped into her tight cunt. A moderate load, by his standards, reaffirming that her insides were his property and his alone. It had the usual effect of making her cum immediately, her writhing intensifying as much as her large belly allowed her too.

Once the last drop had been wrung out of his shaft, Jaina’s legs loosened and he pulled out. His seed dribbled from her pretty pink lips. “Thank you for your cum, Master,” she gasped, her blue eyes filled with love. “Thank you for tending to your foremost slave.”

He kissed her on the forehead. “Always my pleasure,” he whispered, then left her to gather her breath and to continue with the next of his sluts.

The choice was incredibly easy. Absolutely begging for his attention, Aclysia was once more reduced to an open-mouthed panting. Fenella was next to her and both slaves cleaned his cock with their tongues, once he allowed them to approach with a simple gesture. As good as the dark iron dwarf was at what she did, the enthusiasm and skill with which the half-succubus demon hunter went to servicing his cock was unbeatable.

Unable to resist, he grabbed her. Her goat-like horns were practically made to rest in his hands and were the perfect handles for him to use as he slammed in her mouth and penetrated her throat. Surrounded by the felfire-heated warmth of her insides, he fucked her greedy lips with reckless abandon. The demonic secretions, just as slippery as pussy juice, that her mouth produced to aid him in his task were just as motivating as her dumb-fucked expression that took help immediately.

Equally limp and rigid from the repeated, orgasmic torrents that pulsed through her, Anduin’s obedient sex slave dwelled in the heaven that was being used by him. Soon enough, she got to ascend to the absolute height of feeling him balls-deep inside her, his shaft quivering as massive ropes of cum pumped into her gullet.

He ripped her off of his cock and, while she was still gasping for air, pressed her down into the mattress. With legs parted and stretched out into the air, the blood elf invited him. The placeholding tentacle pulled from her pussy and made room for the one and only cock she had ever known. She was as wet as she possibly could be, as was everyone else in the room, and Anduin let his raw desires take the lead.

Fucking Aclysia with full force from the start, he had no intention, nor need, to last long. All that mattered was that her womb was completely drenched with his seed. Her own pleasure was not an issue, as she was already a multi-orgasmic mess long before Anduin felt his balls tighten and the second load pump into her. This time, in the proper hole.

He didn’t take the time to let her greedy cunt wring the last few drops out of him. The second his shaft stopped tensing inside her, he was moving onto the next of his sex slaves. Everyone of his gorgeous, devoted slots was just waiting for his attention. The tentacles were a mere consolatory measure until he could get to them. As her luck would have it, Fenella was still closest to him,

Anduin turned the stacked dwarf on all fours and pushed into her from behind. He was bent over her smaller body taking hold of her massive tits while he made her scream and shake. Being taken like a wild bitch in heat made the empress feel more appreciated by her master than any other service she could have rendered. When she felt his seed load up her pussy, she couldn’t help but add to the ever more degenerating state of the sheets by squirting all over them.

Leaving her curvaceous figure to collapse, the High King moved onto the next woman to taste the privilege of his seed.

Knowing they would be next, Valeera and Vereesa had gotten into position. Laying side by side, the blonde and the silver-haired elf focused their depraved, adoring eyes, gold and purple, side by side as their lithe, athletic bodies, pale and tanned, contrasted each other just as beautifully as Jaina and Fenella had. Their shapes were a lot more similar, however, even in height, and they mirrored each other’s position perfectly. Their hands locked, their hard nipples and knees almost touched. Those belonging to the legs lying on the bed, anyway, the other leg was, for both of them, raised straight up, heel pointing at the ceiling, displaying their flexibility.

“Keep that position,” Anduin commanded and they both moaned at the sound of his voice. The tentacles retreated from both of them as he approached. Starting with Valeera, he grabbed the outstretched leg and used it as a handle to plunge into her. Because of his order, they both remained still while Anduin fucked her with intense thrusts. Even as she orgasmed, the only three things that moved were her contracting folds, her clenching hands and the ecstatically contorting facial features.

Vereesa’s breathing accelerated more and more as she watched the eyes of her fellow slave roll up her skull and her outstretched tongue transform her every cry into a slurred mess. A fate the youngest Windrunner sister happily shared a few minutes later, once Anduin had filled up the womb of his second wife and plunged into her instead.

Every time he fucked her it was difficult to believe that he could once more make her feel as ecstatic as the last. Regardless, he managed, taking her like the submissive breeding slave she had never known she needed to be. Even completely consumed by the wish to just fill her up, the perfect master knew exactly how to hit her sensitive spots and make her quivering quim gush with extreme delight. Then came the moment of his hot seed filling her again. She only loved him and her children more than that ecstatic feeling when her insides were marked by his magnificence.

Anduin rescinded the order with a snap of his fingers. Under normal circumstances, they would have immediately leapt to the opportunity to suck him off, but, knowing he had other slaves needy for his cum, they instead assaulted each other. Naturally, they ended up with their tongue in the other’s cunt, Valeera on top, tasting whatever of his delicious cum they could. While sucking him off was the greatest way to receive this perverted reward, lapping it out of the cunt of their fellow slaves was a close second.

Leaving them to it, Anduin descended to the middle level of the massive bed and grabbed Xal’atath by the throat, toppling her over and holding her down. Loving every second of that, she groaned out her pleasure and presented her cunt to be mounted, by raising her hips as high as she could.

Once he grabbed her by the inside of her knees, he lifted her up just a bit higher and then pushed into her from above. Anduin repeatedly squatted to fuck her, driving her into the floor. Her large tits fell in the direction of her face and their jiggle aside her face was marvellous. He pounded and pounded her, felt her squirting upwards against his groin, her midnight blue hair stuck to her face, excess love juices making it wet.

Finally, he came inside her as well. She may not have needed it as much as the women that had been with him on his trip, but all of his slaves deserved regular creampies. She showed her gratitude with frantic screams, “Thank you, Master! Thank you for breeding your voidborne slave!” When he pulled out, she was yet another woman that immediately collapsed into a pile of ecstatic spasms, longing moans indicating that she could not wait to feel his cock again.

Feeling a craving for someone’s cunt in particular, he descended one layer further. Quickly, he descended to the mattress and he sunk into the cunt of the azure blue slut currently laying on top of and making out with Vanessa. Yrel had been aware that she was about to be claimed courtesy of the tentacle being removed, but she still couldn’t prevent her head from flying back and howling in lust when he parted her tight folds with his massive shaft. Straddled over their stacked forms, Anduin grabbed a horn and her tail for support.

His thrusts had both women shaking. The loud moans of the penitent paladin were soon muffled, as the alchemically gifted Rogue underneath her continued the kiss. The wet, slurping interruptions were a good addition to the depraved sounds, so Anduin let it continue. While he fucked the white-blonde draenei, Vanessa’s legs closed around his hips, as best they could with a whole other sex slave between them.

After giving Yrel the cum she clearly needed, he pulled out, slid down a bit further, and pushed forwards. At first, he found himself between the pussies of his two slaves. He enjoyed the sensation of their swollen pussy lips, completely drenched, engulfing him for a few seconds, then he angled properly and pushed into Vanessa.

The kiss between those two lowly cunts, both wrongdoers who aimed to atone for their sins by bearing lots of their master’s children, was pure instinct now. While Yrel could recover a little bit, Anduin didn’t let her calm down properly, spanking her ass until its blue shade darkened. Only shortly before he came, did he tell Yrel to get off Vanessa.

The entire purpose behind that command was to get access to the former Defias leader’s large tits. Greedily, he squished one in his hand and pulled at the nipple of the other, while thrusting into her hard a last few times and then finishing inside her, as was proper. He absolutely wished to impregnate her already, see if Vanessa’s tits could turn as large as Jaina’s and produce milk that was just as delicious. Their current situation didn’t allow it. Regardless, his seed caused her massive pleasure, her spine arching off the mattress as he filled her up and kept playing with her tits.

He got up and was immediately greeted by an enticing moan of Liadrin. The sun-kissed elf had positioned herself well, sitting on the cushioned fall from the middle to the lowest level, rubbing her clit feverishly as she watched the room and the tireless tendril, completely controlled by her master, fucked her pussy. It now retreated, leaving the redheaded paladin and all her curves, Light-blessed to be the perfect breeding slave, for Anduin to be used.

Hooking his arms under her angled legs, the High King picked her up. Excitedly, she wrapped her arms around his neck for extra support. Her breasts squished against his chest, moderate in size. Her heartbeat drummed against him, as he lowered her onto his cock and her long cry of fulfilment echoed right next to his ear.

With the strong thrusts, he had her bouncing on his cock. Held up in the air, she could do little more than hold on and let him fuck her. Anduin loved the desperation, with which she tried to keep her body under control. Digging into her thighs, he accelerated until the repeated slapping of his groin against her overflowing pussy was almost as frequent as their heartbeats.

Then he suddenly stopped. Cum pumped up and into her without issue. Her pussy clamped down, as if she would never let go, as her body stretched away from Anduin. Holding herself only with her locked fingers behind his neck, she displayed her tanned, reddish body to him, from the delicious tits to her flat stomach. His seed flooded her in vast quantities, but not quite enough to cause any sort of bulge. Not with that one orgasm, at the very least, the course of the evening would likely change this.

Once his climax ebbed away, he lowered her onto the mattress and stepped over her on his way to where the two shortstacks and the Eredar Twins were engaged with each other.

The pink-haired gnome Mizzy was laying on top of the purple-skinned eredar Sacrolash. The demon was obviously having fun playing with the masochistic Mizzy, choking her and biting her ears. The twin-tail wearing, slutty tinker was so taken by the treatment that she failed to notice Anduin’s approach until his cock suddenly replaced the tentacle inside her.

Once he was pounding her from behind, her thick ass rippling with every impact, she gave the proper respect. Her eyes rolled up and she drooled onto Sacrolash’s tits, unable to keep her tongue under control. She would have screamed too, had the eredar not kept her hands in place and her windpipe from pressing out more than throaty groans. Even as Anduin came inside her, the gnome was completely helpless. Her tiny body, squishy in all the right places, was dominated by the two much more powerful entities. A dumb grin spread on her face, as the submissive, masochistic sex slave experienced this utter domination. It was replaced by her lips taking the shape of a large O, when her perfect master filled her with his seed.

The enormous amount of cum dripped out of her cunt, when he pulled out. As much as the gnome race had been evolved by Slutstud to take cocks his size, the reality that she was small and his loads enormous persisted. Just like the slave Anduin next went to satisfy his urges with.

Inching over to the side, he found himself in front of Sacrolash and Baela. The green-skinned shortstack was laying on top of the red one of the Eredar Twins. Like Mizzy, the size-queen found herself at the whims of the much more powerful demon, but the position was different. Baela was laying on her back, her legs pulled up and her ankles right next to her pointy ears. They were kept in place courtesy of Alythess’s arms, weaving around the knees of the stretchable cumdump and hands locked in Baela’s black hair.

This gave Anduin a fantastic view of her ass and thighs, both stretched, smooth and deliciously meaty. Her large tits were squished between her legs. She was spreading her cunt with her fingers, showing it off in all its glistening wet, dark green lustfulness. “Shove your giant cock into me, Master,” she begged and screamed when he obliged without any hesitation.

His enormous cock stretched her insides in all the right ways. Unlike gnomes, goblins had always been built to take anything, no matter the size. A trait evolved due to their greed, most likely, needed to sleep with every last potential trade partner that may have needed some additional convincing. Wherever it came from, Baela was infinitely thankful that it allowed her to not only be the size-queen she was, but also take this ultimate cock her journeys had eventually made her serve.

“Breed me, breed me, stretch me out with that giant cock and fill me up! Force my cunt into your shape! I only need youuuu!” she screamed, as she was absolutely hammered. Anduin absolutely relished in her contorting facial features and how every thrust made not only her entire body, but also Alythess’ tits jiggle.

Slamming against her round, firm ass one more time, he pumped her full with his seed. She was unable to move, held in place by Alythess, who followed all with delighted perversion in her eyes. A perversion that was overtaken by ecstasy, the moment Anduin pulled out of the goblin and plunged into her instead.

“Supreme Master’s cooooooock,” the red-skinned eredar screamed. Still holding Baela, oozing cum and pussy juices onto the larger woman’s lower torso, Alythess’ spine arched as she tasted that ultimate pleasure again. With no other master had sex ever been that intensely satisfying and with no other master had she ever felt so content being nothing more than a cumdump to be used. She didn’t need anything in return, no schemes or demonic promises for power, she just needed his attention and love and to be fucked by him, by his absurdly good cock and his flawless technique.

Grabbing her by the hips, Anduin doubled his tempo and put all his might into it. The entire room was filled by the loud slaps of the superhuman monarch pounding the powerful sex slave. No demon in the entirety of the Nether could have kept going with that amount of force and still hit all of Alythess’ sensitive areas.

Sacrolash writhed next to them, feeling an echo of everything through the soulbond she shared with her twin. The intense fucking Alythess received had both of them cumming. Even the reduced pleasure she received from her sister’s ecstasy had her cumming harder than any time before she had met Anduin.

A sudden spike in her endless climax had her momentarily confused and the next thing she knew, Anduin was done with Alythess and plunged into her cunt instead. Drinking in the sight of the demon, lost in lust, Anduin did to her just as he had done to the other twin, fucking her hard and fast. His pace was only slightly diminished, as he took slight pauses to spank Mizzy’s raised ass. The gnome was still on top of Sacrolash and, in raw instincts, presented her backside while kissing and sucking on the purplish-blue nipples of the eredar.

“Yes, yes, yes, yeee-ee-eeesssssss,” Alythess’ demonic intellect was worth nothing at the moment, completely washed away by the ecstasy she felt when his hot seed flooded her and raised multi-orgasmic experience into the realm of mind-shattering. All thoughts were gone, replaced by white-hot lust, as she squirted with every bit of his seed pumping into her.

He left all of four sex slaves piled together. They quickly engaged in a four-way kiss and would continue with further depravities in due time, but Anduin had to be elsewhere. Feeling tired of doing all the movement himself, the High King decided to take a break. Only of the moving, however, not of sex in general. Scanning for one of his sluts that hadn’t been creampied yet, a number steadily dwindling, he soon found K’ara and gave her a simple command. “Serve me.”

Ecstatic to be called upon, the fleshmade Naaru crawled over the bed and straddled his hips. “With great pleasure, ma-ah-ssterrr,” she moaned, when she grabbed his cock and felt the engorged head against her sensitive pussy lips. She removed the hand once his mithril-hard rod pushed into her and just dropped down, impaling herself as quickly as her overflowing lust allowed her too. Her golden, straight hair cascaded over her shoulders and played around her breasts.

With quick and determined movements, she began to ride him. The golden markings on her smooth hourglass figure moved above the shifting muscles, her tits rose and fell with every fast ascension and drop of her fantastic ass. He felt the squish of it slap against his waist. Grabbing her by the waist, Anduin made her roll her hips during her repeated bounces. Soon she fell forwards and had to support herself on his broad chest. Even with him doing fairly little, K’ara was experiencing multiple orgasms from repeatedly taking his massive size into her. Her body had been made to please him and the High King loved little more than seeing his women enjoy the main obligation of their enslavement.

She increased her speed further and further. She needed more of the pleasure and needed him to cum inside her. All of those sluts in the room already blessed to have been filled up this night made her all the greedier. There was no greater bliss for any woman on Azeroth than to feel the hot seed of the High King of the Alliance inside her. A bliss she soon got to experience. Even as her lungs started burning from repeated screams and her legs started to tire from the endless bouncing, it wasn’t until she felt his cock quiver that she dropped down the final time. His cum filled the deepest parts of her with pure ecstasy.

Once it was over, K’ara more fell than got off him, but she somehow managed regardless. Anduin graced her with a kiss on the forehead, before leaving the golden-eyed Naaru, in the shape of a draenei, behind.

There were only three slaves left to attend. Anduin went from K’ara straight to Tyrande. His first slave was leaning against the wall, her ass pushed out. Giving her firm, round ass one heavy slap, he had her yelp in pain and pleasure, as the tendril inside her pulled back. He continued to spank her for a little while, his cock just grinding between her jiggling ass cheeks. Her light purple skin turned a shade darker, as the abuse of her butt mounted. Each strike was more painful than the last one, causing the trained masochist to moan louder and louder. Every last bit of wanted punishment had her knees buckle. Just when she thought she would collapse, Tyrande felt his tireless cock claim her insides.

Anduin embraced her from behind, pressing her against the wall. Had it not been for that, she would have doubtlessly sunk to the floor. Between the pleasure of his thrusts and the blissful torment flowing through her with every impact on her heavily spanked ass, she could barely feel her legs. Making her moan and scream, the High King, smelled the forest aroma of pine needles and earth in her turquoise hair, grabbed her firm, moderately sized breasts, and caressed her neck with love bites.

“Ushe me, mashtaaaah,” Tyrande slurred, clawing at the stone wall. “Use your shlave, show her her place! Redushe meeee to an obedient little cumdump! I’m yoursh to ushe, yours to fill! Mark me, fuck me, abuse your shlaveeee!” All of her wishes would come true, as Anduin grabbed her by the throat and squeezed. He bit her long, pointy ear and then slammed into her one last time. The impact set off an intense orgasm, which was then amplified to absurdity by his seed. “Mashah’s cuuuum,” she got those depraved words past the pressure on her throat and her lolled out tongue.

Anduin stepped back and stayed for just long enough to watch Tyrande slide down the wall. Her quivering legs gave in under her, without his support. That she was feverishly masturbating the second he was out of her did not help and she toppled over on her back the second she had completely sunk to the floor.

Turning away, Anduin went to the other night elf that was busy rubbing her clit. Shandris, having pleasured herself while watching her master the entire time, came merely from the High King turning his attention to her. Falling on her back, digging her heels into the mattress, the sentinel general raised her cunt in spasmic motions. The tendril slithered out of her, just as she spread her purplish pink pussy. Anduin’s mark and a trimmed bit of midnight blue hair decorated the wet folds.

“Please, let me renew my oath to be your property,” Shandris gasped. The ponytail she usually wore was still quite orderly, all of her hair bundled up and held by a band at the back of her head, but Anduin would change that soon enough. “Remind me of what it feels like to be bred, Master, please,” she begged, when he approached slowly. “A day without you is too long! Weeks are torture! I need you inside me! I need you more than anything!”

“Swear it, then,” Anduin demanded, as he positioned himself between her legs. He slapped his cock against her parted folds a few times in a teasing fashion. Gooey strands stretched between their sexes after the first touch. “Let me hear your enthusiasm for being my sex slave.”

“Everything about me is yours!” Shandris cried, her athletic body writhing in anticipation. “My mouth, my pussy, my ass, they are all yours to use! My strength and my mind are yours to command! I’m your subject, your lover, your sex slave. Make me a general, a cumdump, a breeding sow, all of it or whatever else you desire, I AM YOURRSSSSSS!”

Her final words became an orgasmic scream as Anduin slammed balls deep into her awaiting cunt. Eyes rolling up, she lost all control over her limbs and her thoughts. Ecstatic, she came over and over again, as Anduin hammered her pussy. The swollen, sensitive sex became absolutely raw at his merciless usage of her cunt. Like Tyrande before her, she only managed to remain in the position thanks to Anduin’s strong hands holding her by the curve of her hips. His fingers dug into her juicy ass, while her legs closed behind him. As improper as it was for a slave to demand things, her body could not but move to ensure that he would cum inside her.

Anduin had no other plans anyway and enjoyed her thighs, a pleasing mixture between meaty and muscular, pressing against him. It made him increase his tempo, wet squelching sound and slaps echoing along with the screams of Shandris and the moans of every other woman in the room. His balls tightened and the perfect master drowned the insides of his slave in his seed. A new wave of pussy juices squirted over his groin, drenching it in the taste of yet another slave.

Only one more of his sex slaves was without a fresh load and Anduin moved over to her at a leisurely pace. She was waiting on the lowest level of the bed.

Maiev had sat still this entire time. The hands of the tanned night elf were folded in her lap, the silver glow of her eyes travelling after her master’s every move. Although she had neither masturbated nor gotten any attention from a tentacle, the raw voyeurism had served as more than enough foreplay. Between her folded thighs, the mattress was unmistakably damp.

“Good girl,” Anduin complimented when he reached her. His hand brushed over her wild, red hair, patting her as if she was a cat. This amount of dedication had to be honoured.

“Thank you, Master,” the Warden purred, her mouth opening wide out of reflex. This close to his crotch, it was only courtesy to prepare herself for a facefuck. That the hard cock in front of her glistened with the love juices of the remaining harem only intensified her desire to service it.

“Are you not going to ask for a reward?”

“It is not on me to request any reward,” Maiev’s disciplined voice, deep for a woman, was barely able to cover the lust boiling under the surface. “It is purely your decision, beloved champion of Elune, Anduin, my master, what treatment I deserve.”

“Good answer.” The High King was pleased and now clawed into her hair. Slowly, he pulled her towards his cock. Her mouth opened wide and she shivered with perverted anticipation, as her girthy dick slipped past her lips. He stopped when little more than the head was inside her mouth, enjoyed the obvious conflict on Maiev’s face, between obedience and the need to suck him all the way into her throat.

Greedily, her tongue cleaned her master of the debauched mixture of pussy juices and his cum. Her pussy gushed over and over again and the further down he pulled her, the closer she felt to release. Every centimetre that slipped into her mouth and then penetrated her throat was a blissful step on the road to climax. Her dark lips were just about to hit his groin, when he spoke up.

“Do not orgasm,” he commanded and all hope for release was suddenly eliminated. Her body was his to command down to the way she felt pleasure and so the climax she was about to have simply did not happen. She remained at the absolute height of pleasure, with no way to release it. Despite this, the only moan Maiev had was one of ecstatic delight. Every little bit of mistreatment meant it would be that much more intense when he finally rewarded her. “You’re twice as sensitive now,” Anduin added, raising those moans to shouts.

Then he fucked her throat. His hips thrusted and his hands dictated a steady pace. Maiev only concentrated on following the motions that he desired her to take. All she did on her own was move her tongue to please his most sensitive areas. She was his cumdump, she did not need to do anything but follow his guidance. As a good submissive slave, concentrating on his pleasure was her highest privilege.

Guzzling down his seed was a close second.

The pleasure inside her built up to an absurd degree, as the thick cream filled her throat and stomach. What would have normally caused her to climax instantly was now deliciously pumping into her. The need to cum grew so intense that her pussy contracted and relaxed in wild spasms, as if to milk the very same cock currently balls-deep in her throat.

Anduin pulled out and immediately shoved Maiev into the mattress. Turning her around, he first fucked her from behind. She screamed in delight when he entered her and didn’t stop for as long as he kept going. The High King pounded her through many different positions. From doggystyle, he soon switched to standing, only to drop back down after a minute and turn her on her side. Using her leg as a handle, he thrust into her gushing pussy. He completely turned her on her back, fucked her in a standard missionary for a bit, only to bow over her and get her into a mating press. Her legs were closed around his hips. Even Maiev’s discipline could not withstand a sex slave’s desire to be filled up.

“CUM!” Anduin roared, as he plunged down to the hilt into her one final time.

There was a terrifyingly good moment of confusion. Body and mind were unable to comprehend the simple order. Then the cum started to pump into her and she screamed loud enough that half the castle heard it. Her spine arched, pressing her athletic curves and small tits against him. Her legs clamped down. Her eyes rolled up and her tongue stretched out. Her arms slung around his neck and she held onto him with all her might, as her world was claimed completely by ecstasy. All of her senses were completely overpowered by torrent pleasure and him. His smell, his taste and his cock tensing inside her milking, quivering quim.

“MASHTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHRRRRRRR!!!” she continued to scream off the top of her lung until they were empty and her mouth stayed open for the intense length of her climax. Repeatedly, she squirted, even after Anduin finished filling her up. Anduin held and kissed her for as long as the obedient slave continued to cum. After how good she had been, it was only proper that he let her experience the ecstasy she had been missing out on during his leave in all its glory.

“Good slave,” he whispered into her ear and caused a final, intense shiver. Then her limbs loosened and let her go. Anduin didn’t plan to let her recover on the floor for long, raising his voice towards the entire room. “Line up against the wall,” he commanded, and everyone scrambled to obey. They followed Jaina’s wall in choosing which wall to take, the first queen moving with more grace than was expected of a woman with such a large belly. “Face down, ass up.”

Although it took her a bit of fighting to get control over her legs, Maiev pulled along and soon the entire harem was bent over against the wall. With hands leaning against the stone and asses raised, they all presented their creamed cunts to him. For some, the oozing out load had already been heavily diminished, thanks to the greedy tongues of fellow slaves, for others, particularly the two shortstacks, the raw amount of it was running down the insides of their thighs.

Anduin took in the sights of all of those backsides, some of them spanked to the point of darkening, others pure, smooth and glistening with sweat. He would defile all of them further. “Hold the position,” he commanded, as he approached Jaina from behind. “I will mark your second holes now.”

“”Please use us, Master,”” the entire harem replied in unison.