WAKMD Chapter 44 – Shortstacks are Good (Patreon)

“Fascinating, absolutely fascinating,” Mizzy said, looking at the screen in front of her. It depicted a scan of Jaina, head to toe, with several pieces of data scrolling on by next to it. Although still naked and marked with Anduin’s brand on her bare pussy, the pink-haired gnome didn’t currently indulge in her usual nymphomania. Instead, she was taken by the interest that had kept her kind enticed before the Slutstud had done its thing: science.

Aside from being a sex slave, Mizzy was also one of Stormwind’s leading researchers. The brains of gnomes could work mathematical and creative wonders, even more so since their evolution. There was a slight drawback, in that their minds in or decreased in capacity depending on the amount of satisfying sex they had recently. Given that Mizzy was Anduin’s short, buxom slut, she received enough orgasms to keep her sharp at all times. Directly after being used as his cumdump, she may have been the most brilliant of her kind. The absolute euphoria he fucked the submissive masochist was unparalleled in the entire world.

“What is it?” Jaina asked, nursing her child. Little Varian contentedly sucked on his mother’s teat and remained as quiet as he mostly had been since the week he had been born. There were times at which he had screamed, when he was hungry usually, but he had been better behaved than any baby had the right to be so far. Currently, Jaina was spending most of her time with the child, prioritizing her duty as a mother over that of satisfying Anduin’s urges or ruling over Kul’tiras. Given how her husband had several other wives and sex slaves and he was the effective ruler over all of the Alliance anyway, neither were an affront to anyone. The High King himself wouldn’t have wanted things to be any other way. They made up for it all when their child was asleep anyhow.

“My Fertility Reader states that you are indeed pregnant.” That was no surprise and Anduin had confirmed it via magic anyhow. “It also indicates that the projected duration of your pregnancy is two years instead of the human usual, short nine months. The ongoings inside your body appear to be closer to Ysera’s functions than those recorded among other humans.” Mizzy had all of this data readily available, as the entirety of Anduin’s harem and much of the population had willingly gotten themselves scanned. Mizzy had installed several of these ‘pregnancy check’ stations all over the city and they were gathering all of the data she could ever need about the health and wellbeing of Stormwind’s population. Scanned subjects were all female, admittedly, but things could be inferred from there.

“Is that bad?” Anduin asked, worried for both his child and wife.

“No, no, it appears to be an entirely positive thing,” Mizzy clarified hastily, not wanting to be a cause of concern for her Master. “I theorize that this is a change brought about by the immense amount of magic we are all exposed to. The development of the children slows, as it does in elves, demons or other highly supernatural beings, in order to properly expose them to magic inside the womb. It is likely that, as longevity and general power of people rises, their gestations get longer.”

“Isn’t that bad for little Varian, then?” Jaina asked, protectively caressing her firstborn.

“Yeeee-noooo?” Mizzy slowly responded. “Not necessarily. The way I think this works is that every human absorbs the magic they are exposed to. People all around Stormwind have been getting younger, more virile, more beautiful and all of that, yes?” The two royals nodded. “Little Varian will have to go through the same absorption process. Being your child, he is doubtlessly growing up to be handsome and powerful already, Master, but he isn’t going to benefit from all of this loose magic unless he is around it. Future children should be born having already absorbed the full benefits.”

Anduin nodded, understanding and appeased by that explanation. This news was actually quite pleasant, as it meant the population of Stormwind wouldn’t explode quite as rapidly as he had prepared for. Mizzy went on to explain that these prolonged gestation periods were likely to affect other races as well and she wasn’t quite sure yet if they wouldn’t become even longer in the future. There was certainly a chance, if the amount of magic kept increasing. As that was to no harm to the people, Anduin wasn’t worried about this.

“I will bring little Varian to his cradle,” Jaina announced once the explanation was done. This entire thing had been a health check-up by technological means, so that now that it was concluded, there was no reason for her to stay. Since the baby had fallen asleep, she had every reason to leave, however.

Anduin let his wife go with only a kiss on her lips, and caressing of his son. Then he was alone with Mizzy in her workshop. It was filled to the brim with half-finished projects, tools, materials, and protective clothing she only wore if she was planning to fuse something. A pressure shower in the corner existed primarily to get any and all oil stains of her, that she may have incurred over the day.

Her and Fenella had combined their expertise in tinkering and forging to install less powerful showers in every apartment of Stormwind Keep. How they did this with the unsteady location of everything, only Mizzy knew. Fact was that Anduin now had readily available, hot water wherever he wanted, at the turn of a valve. Technology was fascinating and made many things even more convenient than magic did.

“Very fascinating,” Mizzy continued to look over her data set, right up until the High King stepped up to her on her work chair.

“I should reward you for your good work, Mizzy,” he said. “Show me what you want and you may have it.”

The tone of his voice made the brown-eyes of the gnome rise to him immediately. With such eagerness that her pink twin-tails bounced, she first looked up into his dominant, blue gaze and then down to his cock. Even flaccid, it was of an impressive size. Throwing the tablet to the side, the gnome switched immediately from tinker to sex slave brain.

“Please use me, master! That’s all I could ever want,” she exclaimed and leaned forwards. For all of her technical fidelity, when it came to sex, Mizzy’s vocabulary was narrow. A self-imposed limitation, stemming from her submissive demeanour. As a tool to get her master off, it wasn’t her position to talk – unless he wished it so.

Anduin planted one hand on top of Mizzy’s head and the obedient sex slave opened her mouth in anticipation of his cock. Rather than thrust his quickly growing erection on her extended tongue, the perfect master slapped it against the side of her face. A gooey strand of precum connected them, as he raised his voice, “How happy are you to be my property?”

“Ecstatic, Master,” the pink-haired breeding toy gasped, lightly grinding back and forth on her leather clad chair. Her urges told her to touch herself, but without her master’s permission, that would have been a grave sin.

“Do you ever wish Gelbin had kept you for himself?” Anduin smacked her faze with his cock a couple more times. It was almost at peak hardness now and every little slap came with erotic sounds and an increased panting by the masochistic tinker.

“No!” she cried out. “Slutstud gave me my youth back and made me a nymphomaniac, submissive, masochist, obedient little gnome that wanted a master. We’re a species of doms and subs now and I needed someone that would use me. He would have been a good master, I don’t doubt it, but he would only ever own my body. To you I give everything of me, Anduin, because I love you! You break me, you let me tinker, you take interest in my projects, you fuck me, you breed me, you kiss me, I love you and I want you to be happy with you pink-haired, twin-tailed, nympho toy!”

“Good answer,” the High King’s pleased voice made Mizzy visibly shiver. “That’s all I needed to hear from you, cocksleeve. Now open your mouth wide.” Delighted, the gnome did. Anduin grabbed her by her twintails and pulled him towards himself, as he thrust forwards. He hit the back of her throat, but didn’t relent, slipping even deeper inside the tiny woman. He put a foot on the chair, giving himself a better angle to get down until her soft lips connected with the base of his cock. “Work your enslaved cunt,” he commanded, as he started to move.

Mizzy was already cumming simply from having his massive cock inside her well-trained throat. When she masturbated with both hands on her drenched cunt, one hand busily penetrating her pussy while the other rubbed her sensitive clit, she was entering a multi-orgasmic state. When he upped his tempo and repeatedly slammed against her gorgeous face, she was truly euphoric.

Brilliant ideas surfaced on her mind, machinations that no mind in the current era should have been able to even perceive. Formulas for the engineering she instinctively thought of were not yet realized, but she just knew things would work. Mixtures of concrete and steel into massive towers that could house thousands of people. Electrical networks and how to regulate them. A transportation system that would make the current train between Ironforge and Stormwind look like a rundown tram. All of it bubbled up or was further elaborated on, as multiple orgasms sent her rerouted brain into productive overdrive. The ideas went under the pleasure, and were saved for the less important times of the day when she wasn’t being fucked by the man she loved, served and loved to serve.

Mizzy’s seat was slick with love juices and the drops of saliva and precum that fell down from her chin. Anduin could hear the steady pumping of her fingers. It was the quietest noise in the room, overcome by the steady, muffled moans and steady sounds of the deep throat penetrations.

Anduin moved his hands, undid her twin tails with a rough motion. Her now unleashed, long hair swayed in the electrical light of the room with each thrust and each violent pull she had to endure. Taking a pause, the High King let the tip of his dick rest in her mouth. Tongue pressing against his sensitive spots, she took the breaths she needed. Her decently sized chest rose and fell. The valley between her tits was stained with the falling drops of the messy throatfuck. Hard, pink nipples contrasted enticingly with her pale skin.

Clawing into her scalp, Anduin resumed using her throat. Asphyxiating a sex slave was an art, denying and giving breath a balancing act that heightened sensitivity or could do serious harm. The trust that was placed in him to take such control over their wellbeing was even more rewarding to the High King than the satisfaction he drew from the sadistic dominance it allowed him to enact.

His lust rose. His cock quivered. Mizzy’s moans turned into a single ecstatic scream, when Anduin slammed down and remained sheathed inside her. Fingers stopped, her tongue kept moving, as her eyes rolled up and she welcomed the seed pumping into her stomach by squirting all over her seat. Spurt for spurt he dropped his massive load inside her and made her orgasm with every fibre of her being.

Once he was done letting her greedy mouth milk him, he pulled out. His cock came free with a satisfying, wet pop. Mizzy heavily gasped for air, her eyes snapping back into focus, when his cock entered her field of view. Her fingers were about to resume their movement when Anduin commanded, “Stop.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, somehow feeling more pleasure from obeying him than she would have from masturbating.

“Get on the table.” As quickly as her quivering limbs allowed her to, the nude, willing sex slave did. Anduin looked at how she displayed herself. Legs parted widely and raised into her air, Mizzy revealed her glistening wet cunt and drenched asshole. Smooth thighs and round butt cheeks surrounded those ready, fuckable holes. Her breasts, a respectable size for her small frame but not exactly large, rose and fell with every breath. Open, her pink hair fell past her shoulders, its colour even brighter than her pussy lips and nipples.

Anduin stepped in front of her and let his massive cock grind through the cunt of his most compact sex slave. While absent-mindedly moving his hips, causing Mizzy to moan with the desire for more, he scanned over the other items on the table. Unsurprisingly, many of the innovations on the table were of the lewd variety. Picking one of them up at random, Anduin took hold of a metal bar with two leather-clad rings at the ends. A couple of buttons let him adjust the length of the bar and size of the rings. It didn’t take any guessing what the item’s purpose was.

Anduin pushed Mizzy’s left leg behind her head and locked the ring around her ankle. The metal bar behind her neck, he bent her right leg into the same position. Grabbing a second one of those constricting contraptions, he tightly fixed her wrists together underneath her readily presented, fantastic ass. Upper arms and thighs made the frame for the tits and rolled-up midriff of the fuckable bundle. The short woman was so tightly packed together, she was barely more than a set of holes.

Not done yet subjecting the gnome to her own innovations, Anduin grabbed something else. A wooden buttplug that seemed out of place on the table. For all the sexually charged objects, none seemed as simple as this. “What did do with this?”

“Tess asked for a vibrating buttplug, so I designed one, Master,” Mizzy responded.

“Hmm, let’s test it then,” Anduin smiled and pressed the wooden item against Mizzy’s tight backdoor. The tip stretched out her sphincter more and more, as the perfect master kept going with soft pressure. Mizzy trembled. The clenching of her fists, the curling of her toes and the stretching of her tongue was just about all of the movement she could make. It filled her backdoor so nicely, in the absence of the High King’s cock. Once it was all the way inside her, the broad base covering her puckered asshole, she felt the vibrations begin. A magical motor within the broad tip drew from her own mana to fuel its operations.

Anduin realized quickly how he could interface with it, touched the base, and added some of his own mana into the mix. The vibrations quadrupled in strength, making Mizzy’s pussy gush. Intrigued, retook his thrusting position – just that he actually sunk into her tight cunt this time.

Watching his large cock create a bulge in the short, stacked gnome was as pleasing as ever. Mizzy’s pussy walls stretched to accommodate his member, bringing her nothing but the pleasure the truest size queens of the Alliance could feel. As much as human, elven, draenei and demons appreciated a well-endowed master, only gnomes, dwarves and goblins meant what it truly meant to be dominated by the size of a cock alone. Their bodies were specifically made, naturally in the case of goblins and recently changed through Slutstud for the remaining two, to take dicks far larger than they should have been able to fit inside their cunts and feel nothing but bliss while they were stretched out by them. They didn’t become loose, they remained tight no matter how often they were used and Anduin loved it every time.

In addition to the drenched pussy walls clamping down with orgasmic quivers on his cock, Anduin felt the vibrations of the buttplug along the underside of his cock as he started fucking the gnome. His dick hammered against the entrance of her bred womb, making her scream ecstatically each time, as Anduin basked in this new flavour of pleasure.

As nice a gimmick as it was, it remained Mizzy’s body that was the greatest source of lust for him. Her decently sized breasts and her dumb-fucked expression kept his eyes glued to the pink-haired cumslut. The thighs under his hands and the ass his groin and balls kept slapping against were meaty and smooth, rippling with each impact. Mizzy’s butt was a piece of art, large and bubbly for her frame and an absolute pleasure to sink into over and over again.

Anduin lost track of time, focused only on each new penetration and the rolled-up eyes of Mizzy. Her screams of debauchery were the symphony that accompanied his own climax. The first spurt pumped into her and she fell silent. Her pussy’s repeated gushing and the milking clenching of the folds around the High King’s shaft was all he needed in those moments anyway.

Filling up her womb until the bulge in her stomach grew beyond the girth of his cock, Anduin rode out the duration of his orgasm with a pleased grunt. “I should get going,” he told himself and grabbed a stretchable rope from the table. “As a good cock sleeve, you will make my walk enjoyable.”

“Yeshhh, Mashtaaah,” Mizzy obediently moaned, while the High King fixed both ends of the rope around the bindings of her ankles, slung it around his neck and stood straight. No less bundled up and secured on his cock by its sheer size and the sling, the fat-bottomed gnome, Mizzy was now a hanging cumdump. Her pussy tightened, her body having no way to hold onto anything otherwise. “Oooohhhh,” she shouted, as she was hit by another orgasm.

Anduin didn’t need to grab her by the hips to keep her secure, but it made it much easier to fuck her tiny body as he started to walk. Each step, he slammed her down on his groin, made her gush another wave of clear juices from her honeypot. He left a slick trail on his way outside the workshop. The large corridors of the Stormwind Keep were subjected to even more lewd moans and sexual fluids. As much as he tried to focus on getting to the court, the squealing shortstack captured his lust repeatedly.

At several occasions, he fucked her against the wall. Pounded her so hard that her orgasmic screams echoed through the dimensional bend of the palace. She squirted, drooled and sweated, turned into a glistening, entranced mess of ecstasy. He kept cumming inside her, filled her womb with so much cum that her stomach was visibly swollen by the time they reached the throne room.

Once he sat down on the oversized construct that was his throne, he finally pulled Mizzy off his cock. “Have your fun, Maiev,” he told the redhead night elf obediently sitting on the floor. Once the pink-haired gnome was placed on the cushioned ground, Maiev went to tend to her and her cum-leaking pussy.

The court was quiet today and his presence, apparently, not needed to address what was brought before it. Calmed by this, the High King picked the next sex slave to serve him among the gathered haremettes. Yrel and Liadrin were right next to him, Shandris, Ysera, Baela and Fenella sitting on the rest of the throne. Feeling a particular craving for women of the short variety today, Anduin made his decision swiftly.

“Baela, clean my cock,” he commanded.

“Sure thing, stud,” the former pirate purred and quickly got in position in front of him. “Been hoping to see you since the morning orgy and… and… f-fuck…” Baela stammered, standing in front of his cock. Wandering down between her legs, her hand started to rub her pretty cunt. “Shooo biiiiig,” the size queen gasped. Her body remembered every centimetre of that cock and combined with her love for length and girth to make the mere sight of her Master’s member a tantalizing experience. Her other senses played into the lustful sensations, “Shmellssh sho manlyyyy.”

Anduin growled, “I told you to clean me, not to enjoy yourself.” He very much enjoyed seeing the green-skinned shortstack writhe before him, but she was his sex slave and discipline had to be maintained. Before Baela could snap out of her lust and love induced haze, he grabbed her head and slammed her down on his dick. Her sultry lips parted, her throat instinctively took him in, a large bulge showing him sliding deep into her one fluid movement. “You serve when I order you.”

Baela nodded as best she could with her chin pressed against his swollen balls. The urge to please him overcoming the urge to please herself, she stopped working her cunt. Lust rose inside her regardless. The way her throat was stretched out, his strong grip on her black-haired head, the force that kept her down and the deepness of his commanding voice. Anduin was her Master. He may exaggerate his role sometimes, but the truth behind it remained steady. Trying to gain his approval, she kept her yellow eyes focused on him.

“This is your punishment,” Anduin declared, continuing to hold her down. The vibrations around his hard cock made it obvious that this wasn’t much in the way of disciplinary measures. Even as her oxygen became depleted and her eyelids began to flutter, the High King saw nothing but adoration and ecstasy in her eyes. Controlling her very breath with his rod brought her as much pleasure as it did for him. “What a well-trained submissive slut you are.”

Baela didn’t hear the compliment, although her body shivered at the mere sound of his approving tone. Conscious thought was fading away, along with her senses. Only a deeply ecstatic trance remained. Asphyxiation by her Master’s massive cock was among the greatest things she could experience. Size and submission, her fundamental fetish and what she had been so perfectly trained to love, they intertwined and brought her closer to orgasm the further her mind slipped away.

Feeling the pitiful vibrations of her fading energy reverberate in his shaft, Anduin let his control go. With an iron grip, he pressed her into his crotch, his arms tensing along the rest of his body as he pumped his cum into her stomach. A last surge of energy rippled through Baela’s body, letting her feel the full force of her seed-fuelled orgasm.

Just about to pass out, Baela barely realized that she was being dragged back up the shaft, until her mouth was free and she could take a desperate breath. Coughing and blinking, she recovered awareness of her surroundings. Having a stomach full of the world’s strongest Priest helped speed that recovery along. She was being held by her hair, gooey strands of cum and phlegm connecting her thick lips to the endlessly erect dick of the High King.

“Shorry for being such a slutty disappointment, Masterrrr,” the shortstack apologized first thing, upon recovering her breath. “Your humongous cock gets me sooo riled uuuup.”

“Just do it right this time,” Anduin growled and let go off her hair. With wet plop, the goblin’s fat ass landed in the puddle of her love juices that had formed under her. It was far from an irregular occurrence that the ground before Anduin’s feet became drenched from the women serving him.

“Yes, Master,” Baela obediently gasped and served him properly. Gently taking hold of the base of his cock and his balls, she extended her tongue towards his member. Lick for lick, she cleaned him of the mess her throat had made of it.

Anduin moved his now free hands to the slender bodies of other slaves. Yrel and Liadrin were closest. He pulled them to his side and lovestruck giggles reached his ears as they snuggled against him. Reaching around the back of their smoothly curving waists, Anduin embraced them both with his strong arms. His fingers found their wet cunts, turning laughter into lustful mewling.

“How can we serve, Master?” Liadrin asked, the redheaded elf yearning to bring pleasure to Anduin.

“Master, what is your desire?” Yrel echoed the sentiment, shuddering at the skilful touch of Anduin, massaging her clit.

“Moan for me, my loves.” With his response, he doubled the speed at which he was working their sensitive buttons. Anduin’s request was heeded. Not just by the two slaves who sighed wantonly into his ears, but also by the rest of the harem present. Shandris, Ysera and Fenella were all masturbating feverishly, animating themselves to cry out in a higher and higher pitch as their lust rose. They tried to emulate what Anduin’s fingers were doing to the lowly sex slaves he allowed to share the centre of the throne with him. Even the two sluts on the floor attempted to please his ears. Maiev, with her tongue still lapping Anduin’s cum out of the Mizzy’s cum and the gnome herself with throaty cries, caused by aftershocks that still ravaged her.

Anduin decided to give all of them cause to scream in ecstasy. Tentacles sprouted from the surfaces and found willing holes to fuck. Cunts were filled up, bodies bent into displays of breedable flesh and limbs restricted. Mizzy was the only one who got her asshole stuffed instead, letting Maiev continue enjoying her delicious treat. The buttplug the tentacle had to remove to slither inside there was stored inside Anduin’s pocket dimension. Specialized heads formed to tease clits and nipples almost as well as the High King’s own fingers could have.

While every other woman was getting fucked by Anduin’s tendrils, Baela’s holes went unfilled. She was far from jealous, however, as her tongue still tasted the main price. The genuine cock of her Master was slathered in her saliva, but thick drops of precum left her shivering ecstatically regardless. Even as Yrel and Liadrin squirted all over the floor, the duality of Anduin’s hands and the pumping of the tendrils proving too much for them, the green-skinned size-queen felt that she was the luckiest girl in the world to be allowed to serve that massive member.

Feeling his urge to cum rise, Anduin sent two tentacles out to Baela. They wrapped around her throat. They pulled her down, ruining all of the cleaning she had done by forcing the giant cock back down her throat. Baela came immediately, a gush of pussy juices running down the inside of her thick thighs. All that was important was that her Master used her how he saw fit.

Fucking her face relentlessly by using the tentacles and the thrusting of his hips, Anduin’s lust reached the boiling point. His hands wandered up, clawing into the decently sized breasts of Yrel and Liadrin. The two masochistic sex slaves screamed when he pinched their nipples. The paladin was silenced by Anduin’s lips, eagerly offering hers when he demanded it with a tiny gesture. Wet, lewd sounds and orgasmic cries echoed from the throne. The ecstasy of the royal harem drowned out what lesser men tried to bring to the women. All screams rose together into a unified climactic cry when Anduin’s seed pumped into them.

The many cunts, Mizzy’s ass and Baela’s stomach were all filled with a fresh load. Only one got the genuine seed of the High King, but even the faux-cum was enough to flood the marked and ecstatic slave harem with pure pleasure.

Anduin loosened the tentacles around Baela’s neck, but the goblin kept gobbling down his seed with his cock all the way inside her throat. Massaging his balls with movements impossibly gentle along her orgasmic spasms, she milked all she could before slowly sliding upwards. Her lips stuck tightly to his shaft, her cheeks were caved in from the force of the vacuum, creating an obscene blowjob face on her way upwards. Every centimetre of his dick came out covered only in saliva. When the nymphomaniac shortstack finally arrived at the tip, let his massive member go with a loud pop, she leaned forwards one more time to lick the final drop of cum from the tip. “Clean enough, Master?” she asked.

Pleased, the High King nodded, “Yes, you’ve earned yourself a reward.” Hitting a button with his heel, Anduin caused a mechanical clacking sound within the throne. All of Stormwind was steadily improving and even though he told his genius wives and slaves to concentrate on infrastructure and conveniences for the common folk, things that made his own life more pleasant surfaced all the time. His throne, already shaped to support the presence of his harem, had been upgraded with numerous mechanical adjustments during one of his many visits out of city bounds.

The cushion covering the circle enveloped by the throne’s couch-like arms was separated into eight triangular segments. Now, the one directly in front of Anduin rose, the green-skinned shortstack on top. Anduin reached behind him, pressed another button above his head, and cause the rest of his back to tilt.

They all had to slightly reposition themselves, but soon Anduin was laying in his harem lounge of a throne, with Yrel and Liadrin using his shoulders as their cushions and Baela straddling his hips. Her absolutely swollen cunt was a slightly darker shade of green than the rest of her body, so drenched in anticipation that even the inside of her thighs were covered in slick juices. Although she managed to not impale herself on his dick immediately, the selfish sub slave couldn’t resist at least grinding her greedy cunt along the length of his shaft.

As much as Anduin enjoyed seeing her depraved expression and bosom, he was going to have more fun with tits after he had fucked her past the breaking point. “Turn around,” he ordered, “show the court what a size slut you are while you ride me.”

“Yes, Master!” Baela exclaimed and rose from his groin, pulling a number of gooey strands between the two of them in the process. Anduin leaned back, watched through the white and red frame of hair of the two gorgeous masochists kissing his chest as the goblin turned around. His feet were visible for a second, comfortably resting. The cushion didn’t get narrow quick enough to leave them dangling off of the side. Then Baela kneeled down, straddled his hips again, and his view was blocked by her fat ass.

It was enormous, especially on her otherwise small frame. Two spheres of round, firm and soft meat with skin tautly stretching over it, shining with sweat and thanks to the way she thrust it out to further please his eyes. A big, bouncy bubble butt, prime meat that belonged only to him and was just on the border of getting ridiculous. The thighs matched the thickness of her ass and made the entire, love-juice-dripping display even more mouth watering as she grabbed his cock and aligned it with her cunt.

Dropping down on her Master’s meatpole was the most natural movement for her and yet his cock only slowly vanished inside her breeding hole. His dick remained too huge and her pussy too tight for Baela to just impale herself in a swift movement. Every fold, every wet centimetre, had to be stretched out in order to encompass his girth.

Anduin didn’t care to hasten her along. While the tentacles inside the other slaves resumed their slow moment, he enjoyed the view. The goblin’s thighs squished as they came to slowly rest on her lower legs. Same was true for her plump, green ass. Soft and hot, her overabundant bubble butt spilled on his groin. Pussy lips, swollen and puffy, surrounded the base of his cock. The entirety of her body quivered, feeling nothing but immense pressure of having her organs pressed in by that enormous cock. It kissed the entrance of her womb. Baela screamed as that pressure sent her into a sudden orgasm.

Against the spasms of her body, she slowly rose her hips and then plopped back down with a deliciously loud smack. Genius ideas filled her head and were immediately submitted to the current pleasure. Although female goblins had been shortstacks evolved to take on the huge cock of other species to start with, all of this exposure to magical energies and Slutstud was having some effects on them as well. Where the gnomish ingenuity and the dwarven craftsmanship were maximized by their sexual satisfaction, goblins developed new financial strategies that seemed as complicated as demonic summoning circles to the layman. The way they spoke about currencies and assets was simple gibberish and Baela, like Mizzy, was the foremost of this new wave of innovation.

At that very moment, the only asset of Baela’s the High King cared about was that fat goblin butt dancing on his cock. It rippled from each impact, glistened with more and more sweat as Baela pushed her physical limits to ride him as hard and fast as she could. The jiggling spread to her thighs, to her breasts, left no part of her physical or mental being untouched and submitted every squishy and curvy bit of her body to Anduin’s desires.

Constantly cumming from merely having him inside her, the sticky mess that connected their bodies only grew to be more depraved. “I’m cumming,” Anduin warned. Baela knew exactly what to do. Dropping down one last time, she kept his hot dick at the entrance of her womb and gyrated her hips. The soft, circular motions in addition to the greedy pulses of her cunt massaged him to the climax.

His cum shot into her awaiting womb, flooded it and made Baela scream with perverted love for him and the heat filling her. “Yesssssss, more, give me morrreeeeeeee stud!”

Clicking his tongue, Anduin brought a tentacle down on her ass like a whip. A sharp cry and a milking contraction of her pussy lips had another thick rope of cum pumping into her cunt. “Address me properly, slave.”

“Shoooorrrryyy, Mashaaaahhr!” Baela screamed, as her eyes rolled up. With each new wave of seed, her multiple orgasms only grew stronger. “Thish cumbucket ish shoooorrrryyyyy!” Her toes curled; her entire, juicy body trembled. “I jusht need more of mashtahhh’s cummmm!”

“Then get it,” Anduin commanded and thrust once upwards. That simple motion caused her squirt. Regardless of the passionate burning of her body and muscles, she obeyed. Once more, she rose and fell on his cock, milking the last few drops out of his current orgasm through her movements. His massive cock vanished inside her pussy among gushing liquid and the renewed jiggling of her fat ass. A dark green line formed on it, the mark of the lash.

“Yesh, mashtahr! Yesh! Yesh!” she shouted in a frenzy, her fingers clawing into her thick thighs as she went as fast as her steady orgasmic spasming allowed. Her vocal ecstasy was underlined by the wet smacks and the slurping sounds of the messy kisses he exchanged with the draenei and blood elf on his chest.

“Mashter… I love you…” “I want all of you…” “Morree, Master, please kiss me more…” “Use me more…” they begged for his attention whenever his tongue was engaged with the other one.

Albeit not as far removed from sanity as Baela was at the moment, Yrel and Liadrin had their own problems staying coherent. Tentacles were constantly pumping into their tight holes and they rubbed against him with raw needy instinct. They wanted to feel his body and mark him with their scent. All of womankind should know that there were slaves the High King favoured, and they were two of them. Each time Anduin grabbed their firm butts with possessive fervour, they moaned and felt infinitely grateful to be his and only his to use, fuck and breed.

As much as Baela shared that conviction, she couldn’t continue delivering on it. Of all the harem girls, she was one of the physically least powerful and so Anduin was unsurprised when her wild ride slowed down. With all the desperate strength she could muster, she tried to keep shaking her large butt. To no avail, the breathless ecstasy and constant movement had depleted the energy she needed to please her Master.

Anduin didn’t scold her for this. He knew she was in no state to serve him anyway and even with no strength left, she tried to gyrate and pleasure him with her tight pussy to the best of her ability. Desiring to see her absolutely break from the pleasure, the High King moved his hands from the butts of his other slaves to the throat of Baela. With a firm grip on her neck acting as his anchor, he started to thrust up into her.

The goblin only groaned occasionally, completely putting the control over her breathing and her body into her Master’s hand. All she was keep her balance and upright. Even that much was questionable without Anduin’s firm grasp guaranteeing her. Blank of mind and almost silent, she was a perfect cocksleeve. Her fat ass was a wonderful visual, her masochistic demeanour fuelled the pleasure of domination and her gushing cunt existed only in service to his desires.

Anduin thrusted hard upwards, his hips disconnected from the drenched leather as he held Baela down with all his might. Her thick thighs and ass were squished against him, covered in drops of sweat and other, sticky fluids. In that position, he felt the final rush of debauchery flood his senses and he unloaded a second, even larger load inside her.

“…yessshhhh…” a weak, fulfilled whimper made it past her lolling out tongue as her womb was expanded by the massive quantity of seed. Her size-queen pussy was stretched out in every way she could have ever dreamed off and her mind was completely wiped by it. Who she was didn’t matter, only what she was: a cumdump for the perfect Master. Any other perception of herself was utterly broken by the torrent of ecstasy she experienced.

Anduin let every drop of seed be wrung out by her tight cunt, while he pressed the necessary buttons to bring his seat back into its original position. “Another treat for you, Maiev,” he said, while pulling the currently mind-shattered goblin off his cock. “Shandris, Yrel, Liadrin, indulge yourself with her.” He placed Baela on the floor and the named slaves were hasty to obey and eat his cum out of the cunts of the two short women.

Two sex slaves were left on the seat of the throne. The tentacles that had been steadily fucking them now retreated. Fenella and Ysera already looked to their Master, ready to obey his every command. Their Master had special plans for them, they knew and shuddered. They would be chosen to please him, be it only for a few minutes. Doubtlessly they would receive intense pleasure in return, but no physical sensation compared to the beauty of serving.

“Fenella, tend to my cock with your tits. Ysera, dance for me.”

“”Yes, Master,”” the slutty empress and the Dream Slave responded in unison, pure adoration reverberating in their soft voices.

They rose and quickly walked to their destination, gracefully manoeuvring the writhing, sexy women to their feet. Ysera situated herself in the centre of the throne, while Fenella dropped down to her knees before Anduin. Cupping her massive breasts, the biggest in the harem (although tied with Jaina’s milk-filled ones), Fenella made almost his entire length vanish in the softness enveloping Anduin’s cock.

Leaning back, he let her do all of the work. He distantly felt her hands pressing into the sides of her breasts, adding a bit of pressure to the intense softness. Drool fell into the dark grey cleavage of the dark iron dwarf. Not to lubricate the movements, Anduin’s cock was plenty wet as it was, but because Fenella’s tongue extended towards the large, comparatively pale, dick of her Master. Her eyes, light orange at the centre with a light red sclera surrounding it, were focused on his face, looking for approval.

Anduin smiled and snapped his fingers. Without the need for words, he manipulated the empress’ sensitivity. Her thick, almost black lips opened wide, a throaty moan escaping her as the pleasure coming from her sensitive breasts increased tenfold. Her hard, equally dark, nipples sent intense signals of debauchery through all of her, merely from cutting through the air.

Despite this, Fenella kept her slow pace. For the first twenty seconds of her service, she only used her hands to please him. Kneading her breasts, making the overabundant, soft meat spill between her fingers, she alternated the pressure. She panted heavily, her cunt drooling the fake seed of the tentacles and a steady flow of lovejuices onto the floor, growing the debauched puddle to Anduin’s feet. She bit her lower lip, making her appear even sexier.

Stouter than regular women, as all dwarves were, Fenella had regardless been a beauty from the start. The continued exposure to Slutstud and Anduin, his magic and his steady fucking, had only made her more gorgeous. Her shoulders were broader and her arms thicker than the other girls, but she retained a wonderful hourglass figure, her massive tits fit perfectly on that short frame and she had hips perfect to birth many heirs to the Wrynn dynasty.

Her face was both round and regal, carrying an air of nobility that had developed since Anduin had put her in charge of Ironforge. She had been meant to merely be a puppet in that role, a sex slave to marry to the High King to make him the de-facto ruler of the dwarves. However, in her desire to be all she could be for her husband, the empress had worked hard to fulfil her role.

A great engineer to start with, she had the respect of her people. Skills in diplomacy and looks were things she hadn’t greatly cared about in the past, but she improved rapidly in the former and the latter she took care off as little as she needed, given the beautifying effect of magic. At this point, Anduin could leave the affairs of Ironforge entirely to her and the other dwarven leaders.

Her skin had gotten smoother, her eyebrows were finely swung and decorative braids were woven into her fiery red hair. Her nose was a cute button and her smile formed by lips that no obsidian could be formed to rival in beauty. She was sexy, confident when she wanted to be and an empress that deserved the title. Even with her mastery of all of those additional obligations, she never forgot the most basic one: to please her Master.

Anduin was greatly pleased indeed, while the soft meat of her massive tits massaged his shaft. Together or in alternating movements, Fenella rubbed her breasts to pleasure him. Slowly she brought the rest of her body into the action. Her plump rear rose from the slick ground, making her chest rise and grind along the High King’s erection. A simple up and down mixed with the kneading of her heaving, dark grey tits.

His entire shaft vanished entirely in the valley, when she had reached the highest point of her service. Fenella remained for a moment, letting him bask in the heat, the juiciness, and the skilful way she handled her own breasts to satisfy him. Then she slid down, past the point she had been stable at before. She moaned desperately, when her sensitive chest spilled all over his groin. All of Anduin’s nethers were covered in the abundance of soft squishiness. Even his balls were covered. Only the upper third of his massive cock now poked out, but Fenella was quick to wrap her thick lips around his head. No centimetre of him that she could reach would remain without service.

Deciding to reward her, Anduin reached down and pinched one of her nipples. Fenella’s reaction was explosive, her eyes rolling up in her skull as a scream of ecstasy reverberated in Anduin’s cock. The drum of her heartbeat was so intense that he could feel it through her massive tits, which were squished even more tightly against his cock by tensing hands.

“Keep serving me,” Anduin commanded, pulling his hand back. Obediently, Fenella resumed her movements, even as orgasmic shudders travelled up and down her spine.

For all its erotic display, a titfuck wasn’t a quick way to get off. Even well-lubricated, the smooth skin of her juicy breasts didn’t have the tightness and other qualities that made fucking any of her three holes as satisfying. That aside, with all the loads he had already dropped, Anduin’s stamina was quite high at the moment. Between Fenella’s steady service and the thrusting of his tentacles, the High King’s pleasure rose at a pleasingly slow pace.

Aside from the bouncing, squishing and spilling of Fenella’s round bosom in his lap, the High King had another piece of eye candy. Positioned in the middle of the throne, Ysera began her dance the moment Anduin raised his gaze from the submissive dwarf.

The first of the Green Dragonflight felt love rise in her chest, when their eyes met. A sliver of her was aware of the obscenity of what she was to perform, the tiny voice that spoke with the reason of a bygone era. The rest of her was incredibly happy to make her body a show for him and the other women who were his sex slaves. What was she beautiful for, if not for him and them to be pleased by it? The rest of the court hardly mattered, but she had to admit that their presence strangely enhanced the experience.

Ysera’s hands ran over her chest, as she began to slowly rotate her hips in a simple belly dance. Groping her breasts, she showed just how squishable they were. While two sizes smaller than Fenella’s, they were regardless quite impressive. As her hands moved further down, her chest jiggled along her movements.

Her flat midriff moved sensually with each dancing swing of her bottom. Shadows played over it, sweat and light played over its smooth surface, making it glisten. Further down, her hands went, stopping when arriving at her cunt. With obscene thrusts, she guided her Master’s gaze towards the heart her fingers formed, framing his mark and the swollen pussy lips, dripping the fake semen of his tentacles.

Hands parting, they slipped over to her juicy thighs. As she started to crouch, she suddenly twirled around. Green hair flew through the air, as the breeding-addicted dragoness found the perfect spot to stand between the writhing orgy going on underneath her. She thrust her bubble butt towards the High King, the glistening, purple skin got pulled to the side by a hand that first slapped and then clawed at her own ass. Slowly, teasingly, Ysera let go and went back to standing straight.

She would have never imagined finding this much joy in just showing her body, her fuckable holes, to someone. Turning back around, her hands now slid up the sides of her hourglass figure, until she combed through her long hair as far as her straight, twisting horns allowed her. Joined, her hands rose up high, getting them out of the focus for now. She was done guiding her Master’s gaze over all of what he owned. Instead, she concentrated on showing him a graceful and sexy display. Circling her belly, rolling her hips, presenting her curves, all of it through slow and sensual movements.

Occasionally, she teased her nipples or rubbed her clit, tasted the semen that got stuck on her fingers. Never did she truly masturbate, however. Her Master had told her to dance and so, in this orgy of ecstatic debauchery, she would try to be as elegant as she could, while desiring his touch so much. While Fenella got to service him so thoroughly.

Anduin’s pleasure rose to the point of no return. It was a wonderfully thorough experience. Not a race to the finish line, where the climax was an intense and sudden explosion. No, he got to appreciate every hip swing by Ysera. Every massaging motion by Fenella. Every graceful step. Every squish. Every moan by the harem. Every bounce of the dwarf’s enormous tits. Every drop of sweat flying off of Ysera’s delicious ass. Every mindless spasm in the orgy of women and his tentacles to his feet. He got to feel it all, lean back, relax.

And then feel his balls tighten.

Waves of cum shot into the air and rained down on the writhing harem. The engagements with one another came to a sudden end, as everyone tried to catch some of their Master’s delicious seed. Even the girls so thoroughly fucked they barely remembered who they were at the moment raised their heads and stretched out their tongues. The fake cum pumped into their cunts and assholes was unimportant compared to the genuine stuff. Only Ysera ignored what of the absurd quantity of her Master’s load that landed on her. The Dream Slave had her order and although the contact with the thick fluid made her shudder, dancing for him was more important.

Similarly, Fenella continued to shake her massive tits, prolonging Anduin’s slowly built orgasm further. When the intensity of the spurts weakened to only cover her, she was hit by wave after wave of orgasm. Ropes of cum splattered across her face and tits, the latter still so unfathomably sensitive that her pussy gushed each time. The High King still had a lot to give, enough that thick streams of his baby batter ran down her dark grey skin and over her nipples. Her eyes rolled up again, as she squirted all over the floor.

Anduin watched the slave empress becomes progressively more covered by his hot white load. It contrasted so perfectly with her dark skin and kept his hunger for pleasure well-fuelled. Gently he placed a hand on her head and guided her down. Mouth around the head, squishy tits around shaft and balls, he let her suck the remaining cum from him. Then, he gave his next order.

“Ysera, bend over. Hold onto the ends of the throne.”

“Yes, Master!” the Dream Slave involuntarily shouted her answer. Obedience was rewarded with pleasure and she couldn’t help but cum as she pushed out her backside. Despite her hopes for it, she knew she wasn’t the next to be fucked. She wasn’t surprised at all when she felt the weight of a body placed on her back. Happily, she let Fenella grab her horns for support.

The High King was using one of his wives as the support to fuck another. Such an act of balance would have been unthinkable a year ago. A less powerful individual couldn’t have supported it either. Ysera, as a dragon aspect, had both the power and the balance to maintain this position indefinitely. Not before meeting her perfect Master, had she ever even imagined her strength would be used in such a way, nor could she have believed she would love it so much.

Fenella’s legs closed around his hips, as Anduin slapped his cock against her eagerly awaiting pussy. The empress was entirely his to look at. With her legs parted and her arms raised to Ysera’s horns, her torso was entirely open. “Ysera, you will remain standing and feel what Fenella feels,” Anduin gave two more commands.

“Yesh, Mashtahr,” Ysera slurred, pussy dripping with anticipation. Her dangling breasts grew hotter, already sharing the increased sensitivity and the feeling of being covered in cum.

Anduin looked at the cumstained, living work of art before him and pulled back. Lips parting in anticipation, Fenella shuddered, licking a drip of cum from the corner of her mouth. Her pussy twitched. Reaching down to massive, quivering tits, Anduin clawed into one of them. His fingers, his entire hand, sunk into the sultry, dark grey flesh. Her pussy gushed. Ysera screamed in unison.

The High King penetrated her folds, which quivered orgasmically as he sunk inside. His cock was visible in the bulge it created on its way to her cervix. Her legs tensed tighter around him, as she squirted all over his grin. Hot love juices dripped off of his balls, as he hit her womb and pushed it deeper inside her. Not as tiny as the other two shortstacks, Fenella was still a dwarf. The only way a stout species such as her could take his length and girth was to evolve with it in mind. Slutstud had given the species the necessary nudge there as well.

Fenella’s pussy trembled around him. Not just from the spasms her own body went through, but also from the struggles Ysera went through to remain standing. “Mashtah’s thick cooooock, it feels even laaargeeerrrr,” the Dream Slave shouted, feeling his dick inside her as if she had Fenella’s tight little cunt.

The immersion of these feelings was only intensified once Anduin got moving. Each time his mighty thrusts hit Fenella’s swollen sex, Ysera felt the same impact hit her from behind. She screamed for two, which was fully necessary to satisfy her Master’s lust for their voices, as he moved his hand from Fenella’s tit to her throat.

The empress was an absolute mess. Her braids were unravelling, her hair, face and cleavage covered in a thick helping of cum, saliva was drooling from her wide open mouth and her eyes were rolled up in their sockets. Her hands kept holding onto the horns, her legs remained locked, but otherwise her body was ravaged with spasms, sending her between extremes of deeply relaxed and every fibre of her being tensing up.

Her tits swayed with every impact. They were so sensitive, them slapping against each other, the nipples cutting through the air, those shared sensations catapulted her orgasm into mind-breaking territory. Even through the ecstatic haze of asphyxiation, she tried to profess her love for her Master. All that came out were throaty moans.

Faster and faster, Anduin fucked her, until the beat and volume of the slapping impact were the drum to which all sex slaves in the court served their lesser masters. Cumdumps and dominants alike were inspired by his presence, awestruck by his might and stamina. Even the High King, however, had his limits.

Squeezing her throat, slapping her tits, fucking her with all he had, he plunged into her three more times and then stopped. Fenella’s spine curved off the body of her fellow breeding slave of a wife, while she lost touch with every aspect of reality except his hot seed flowing into her. That fellow breeding slave trembled, shouting her lust at the open room with glassy eyes, remained standing even as she soiled the ground and her Master’s legs with the squirting pussy juices that came unleashed with her intense climax.

Over and over they came, each orgasm spurred by another spurt of Anduin’s seed. While his balls tightened, the rest of his body was completely under his control. He kept kneading Fenella’s massive breasts, giving her yet more pleasure and making her cunt gush repeatedly. She would have worshipped him with all the words her perfect Master deserved, but the strong hand on her throat still kept her silent. By the time he finally removed it, her brain was as far gone as that of the other two shortstacks. Just like Baela and Fenella, she and her cum-oozing pussy were placed on the floor. The connection between the dwarf and the dragon was severed with the ease of a thought.

Anduin resumed his position behind Ysera, rubbing the head of his cock against her sopping wet cunt. With tiny circles, the Dreamslave tried to entice him to thrust into her. Just as Anduin’s giant rod started to stretch out her tight pussy, he heard a squeaky, upbeat voice. “Wow, didn’t think I would get to see the Green Dragon Aspect herself fucked silly first thing after I arrive. Lucky me!”

Looking up, Anduin saw the new arrival walk towards the throne. She had entered normally through the open gate and nobody had stopped her. There was had been no reason to think anything odd about her. Completely naked, the gnome seemed to fit right in with all of the other slaves. She was a gorgeous little thing, with a nice balance between sizable boobs and a round butt forming a perfect hourglass figure. Her breasts were smaller than Baela’s and her butt not quite as mouth-watering as Mizzy’s, but she struck the balance nicely.

Her face was that typical gnomish mixture between cute and sexy. Rounder than the average human, with a cut little nose, freckles, and dark pillowy lips that would nicely stretch around his girthy cock, Anduin couldn’t help but desire her. Her white-blonde hair had been mostly confined into two braided buns, with only her bangs remaining loose and framing her face and those emerald green eyes of hers.

Anduin had seen this gnome before and knew that she was, in fact, not a gnome at all. “Chromie,” he said, starting to properly fuck Ysera. There was no shame in the display and the Dreamslave had earned herself the reward.

“The one and only!” the bronze dragon responded in a chirpy tone. “Well, the one, yes, not the only if you count all the other versions of me across time, but that’s a complicated mess so let’s not think about it too much.” Chromie finally stopped in her tracks, standing just far enough that Anduin could see all of her without Ysera’s body getting in the way. “She looks very, very happy.”

“I a-a-a-a-ammmmhmmm,” Ysera shouted, her answer made difficult from the quick pace at which she was fucked.

Chromie bit her lower lip and looked up from the ecstatic expression of the Dreamslave and up to the man who send her in such an entranced state of pleasure with such ease. Their eyes met and Chromie immediately blushed. Anduin could practically feel the bronze dragon’s wish to taste this pleasure herself.

“What brings you here?” Anduin asked instead, over the slapping sounds of his groin against Ysera’s bubble butt.

“Oh, oh yes, sorry, I was distracted,” Chromie quickly babbled. “Uhm, so here is the thing. I was send to confirm rumours that Ysera is back alive and well… and, well, she seems more than well.” Ysera’s head flew back as she screamed her orgasm at the ceiling. A drop of pussy juice dripped from Chromie’s now glistening cunt. “In that case I was to invite her and you to Wyrmrest on behalf of all the other dragonflights. Alexstrasza is eager to see her sister again, as you can imagine.”

Anduin nodded, he had anticipated a development like this. Him and Ysera, both of them had seen this coming. That was one of the reasons why the Dreamslave was so happy to just keep getting fucked by him. The other ones, her absolute trust in him and wanting to satiate his urges, were more important. “You didn’t have to be naked to bring those messages,” Anduin pointed out.

“Yeah, well,” Chromie cleared her throat and wiggled around on the spot. Normally that would have been just adorable, but with her being naked and her fairly sizable breasts, especially for her tiny body, swaying and jiggling around, it was enticing to every degree. “I checked the timestreams and wondered how what you do could go and turns out that not only do you succeed in making the world the best place ever in a fair amount of them, I also get to spend something approximating eternity in boundless love and pleasure if I offer myself as your next wife.” She reached down to her sex and spread the pretty pink pussy lips. “I’m still a virgin, but I’d be happy to offer my loyalty, my life and womb to the person you will most likely continue to be. I don’t even have to be your wife, cocksleeve would do!”

There were no questions to be asked about that. Chromie had known what she was getting into when she had insisted on being the messenger and seeing her future Master stand among a moaning mass of gorgeous women, all of them craving his cum, pounding one of the most powerful beings Azeroth had ever seen and making her scream like a common whore, the bronze dragon had all the confirmation she needed. This was exactly what she had always wanted, but never knew she desired. The way she felt subjugated by his presence alone made her realize why she had chosen a gnome for her mortal form, when most other dragons preferred elves or humans. She had always subconsciously craved someone bigger to dominate her. Someone with the power, the will and the gentleness to make her his and love her.

“I’ll grant you your wish, Chromie. You will be my eleventh wife,” Anduin responded and saw a genuine smile bloom on the blonde’s pretty face. With one final thrust, the High King came deep inside Ysera. He was silent, let the green-haired dragoness scream and the convulsions be all Chromie needed to see to excite her. With no hurry, he emptied every drop of the load deep inside his Dreamslave and then finally let her legs give in by rescinding any commands still in effect. Rather than go sit on his throne, he commanded the bronze dragon, “Turn around.”

“Yes, Master!” she shouted, the title crossing her lips instinctively and with all the veneration Anduin could ever ask for.

“Good girl. On your knees. Face down. Present yourself,” Anduin gave more command and watched her go down on the smooth stone floor. Perhaps she would have enjoyed it even more, if it hadn’t been for the magical heating that kept even the ground a cosy temperature. He squatted down above her ass and drummed on the supple meat with his cock. The sexual juices stuck to her smooth skin.

Chromie kept the side of her face pressed against the stone, following his commands and also able to see what was happening. Now able to see the entire size of her Master to-be, she felt ecstatic at the prospect of having it inside her. Obviously, it would be an impossible fit, but Chromie was no stranger to masturbating with large toys. It had to be the right man in the right timeline to awaken her submissive desires.

For his part, Anduin looked at the gorgeous gnome-shaped dragon and felt nothing but gratitude that another woman was willing to subjugate herself to him and bear his children. “I will treat you with care, I assure you,” he said, looking up the short curve of her elegantly formed back and to the juicy backside she was so eagerly spreading with her hands. She was hairless from the hairline down, with no exception. “Whether that means to love you or to break you,” he pressed his cock against her asshole.

Chromie rubbed her small but nevertheless thick thighs together, her pussy overflowing in anticipation of his any move. “Breaking me sounds fantastic! Please, please do whatever you want, Master!” she exclaimed. She was already in love with him. Deeply and fully, from the moment he had accepted her proposal. Memories of the future made her know of the fantastical life that was now ahead of her and that he would give her every reason to love him.

Yet, that general knowledge wasn’t deep enough to actually tell what he would do next or if everything she hoped would come to pass. The future was a complicated web, especially around men of such power as the High King. Whether he succeeded or not and in what manner, that was almost impossible to discern with any kind of certainty. Luckily, the question which of her holes he would fuck wasn’t nearly as important.

Anduin kept smacking her ass with his cock. Watching how eager and needy she was to become his newest sex slave was greatly entertaining. Every so often, he smeared more of his precum over her puckered sphincter. He didn’t plan to penetrate it – not before he had impregnated her. He was simply preparing her for the little extra he had planned for her deflowering.

Pulling the buttplug out of his pocket dimension, the High King spat on the wooded tip. The saliva, filled with his holy and void magic, cleaned the object immediately, made it as good as new and served as the last bit of lubrication that could be needed. Pulling his cock away, he pressed the enchanted object into her tiny asshole.

Chromie came. She had always been a sensitive girl, but getting something pushed into her butt was still beyond what she thought possible. The way he treated her, with care, love and as an object of entertainment, in front of all of these people, with those good looks and that giant cock of his, that made her more sensitive than she had ever thought possible.

The buttplug in her ass started to vibrate, as she spasmed and writhed. Then she let out a depraved, throaty sound, as Anduin put a hand on her braided bun and pinned her down with his weight and power. Finally, he aligned his cock with her pussy. “Put your hand on the ground,” Anduin commanded. Now that he was about to penetrate her, he wanted to feel every bit of her pussy engulf him on his way in.

Obedient, the bronze dragon placed her hands besides her head. They started as flat palms pressed on the floor, but immediately clenched into fists when he started to sink inside her. Still squatting over her raised ass, Anduin’s cock pushed at her at an angle that made the slowly advancing bulge in her stomach more noticeable.

She was incredibly tight, but not more so than any of his other sex slaves. Magic, workouts and general self-care kept them all in prime condition for their folds the message his girthy shaft. Chromie’s pussy was unquestionably fantastic. Being on the level of any of his sex slaves meant as much by nature.

The blonde herself was having multiple orgasms just by being stretched out by his steadily advancing cock. Feeling how her body struggled to accommodate his hot, throbbing erection was far beyond any toy, no matter the size. That he dictated the pace, not her own hands, only made it better. The capitulation of control was fantastic, but it was only a close victory before the way her stomach was stretched and, finally, her womb was squished together. No oversized dildo could ever compare to the way he pushed her fertile little cunt deeper into her body. As a dragon, this was only pleasure to her.

When he had fully sheathed himself inside her, he only waited for a split second, before fucking her. Balls deep inside her, his wish to breed rose and he let it overpower all other urges. Under him was a new, submissive, masochistic cumdump and he would fill her up to the brim. Hard from the start and quicker as her pussy got more used to his girth, Anduin pounded her quivering quim.

Within ten seconds, Chromie had forgotten the message she had come to bring him. Within thirty seconds, all doubts she may have had about the validity of the future predictions were eliminated. Within a minute, all thoughts were replaced by blissful white. After five minutes, Chromie would have struggled to recall her own name.

Mercilessly pistoning into her with a simple but effective rhythm, Anduin slammed her with all of his might that a dragon could take. He was working only towards his own release, but instinctively found all of her weak spots and kept hitting them. If his size and dominance alone hadn’t been enough to send her into endless ecstasy, the way he deciphered every bit about her body in mere minutes would have. He hammered highly sensitive spots deep inside that she didn’t even know herself existed.

“Show me more of yourself,” Anduin commanded and even through the haze she managed to catch the meaning of these words. Curling horns and a light bronze, almost golden, thin reptile tail sprouted around her braided buns and the end of her spine respectively. Tiny aspect of her nature that made her a bit more special than the average gnome. Anduin grabbed a horn and her tail, used both as handles as he thrust into her so hard the ground vibrated like the plug in her ass. “Good. This will be the form you will serve me in – forever.”

“Yesh, Mashterrrrr!” Chromie screamed, feeling a subtle change in the way the cock hammering her felt. It was a bit harder, something she hadn’t guessed to be possible, and quivered. She had no brain power left to realize what was about to happen. Her body knew, however, and her tail wrapped gleefully around the arm holding it at the base.

With one last, mighty thrust Anduin came deep inside and finalized the introduction of his newest sex slave. Chromie went cross-eyed, as their emerald was temporally overpowered by a deep purple. His magic imprinted itself on her body as marks around her pussy lips, while his genetics imprinted itself on her eagerly waiting womb. Her entire existence shifted at that moment of conception, permanently making her current form her true shape and that of a dragon the shift.

Anduin kept moving while the weaker spurts delivered the rest of his orgasm into the eagerly waiting bronze dragon. She twitched and moaned, “Master,” as if she had belonged to his harem from the very start.

‘Shortstacks are fantastic,’ he thought.