WAKMD Chapter 49 – Master of Dragons (Patreon)

Anduin sat upon his throne, his cock sheathed in Aclysia’s throat. The sensation was as incredible as it had always been. The demon huntress was a fantastic cocksucker. She knew when to go slow and when to go fast, when to pleasure him softly and when to give it her all to distract him from the boring parts of court life.

Joining his fourth wife on the floor, currently only watching the white-haired blood elf do her duty, were Stellagosa and Maiev. Those three were the premiere cocksuckers in his harem, those that liked servicing him with their mouths even more than their cunts. For Aclysia and Stellagosa, this had always been their natural inclination, but for Maiev the story was somewhat different. Fundamentally, Maiev was a notable submissive even among the deeply obedient sex slaves of his harem. The Warden needed to be dominated, it was her highest pleasure, and Anduin had taken advantage of that fact recently to train her mouth into a true comfort hole. It had settled in quickly and now she loved using her mouth to pleasure him more than anything else.

Of course, there were none in Anduin’s harem who would have missed the opportunity to give him a blowjob. Similarly, even those three currently dedicated to the task of worshipping his rod would gleefully pleasure him with their pussies or assholes whenever he desired. Any one of them would beg to have their cunts filled if they were fertile at the time.

It was simply about preference. Those three loved to get their throats fucked, Valeera and Vanessa had developed quite an appetite for anal sex and Alexstrasza, Fenella and Jaina got off almost impossibly hard when using their enormous tits. Everyone else preferred to use their pussies. Any intercourse with their Master remained the priority though.

At this very moment, he was fucking Alexstrasza, Ysera, Yrel, Chromie, Alythess and Sacrolash, in addition to the three who tended to his cock. The two Eredar Twins were at his sides, the red Alythess to his right and the blue Sacrolash to his left, while the two dragon aspects were a bit further out on the curving side-arms of the massive throne construct. All four were riding a new kind of tentacle he had created after their recent orgy, one that was about the size of a regular cock and a lot more rigid than the usually flexible shadow-spawned tendrils he used. They couldn’t move much and didn’t quite feel like a proper cock, but they were optimal for the Anduin’s sex slaves to bounce their asses on.

Chromie was in a special position. While Alythess and Sacrolash pressed their decently sized boobs against his side, sliding their smooth and soft mass up down while they panted and rode his extensions, the bronze dragon’s short, gnome-inspired body covered his front. The High King was holding her by her thick ass and had been making out with her for over thirty minutes now. Her honeypot was absolutely overflowing, but he denied her any sort of direct pleasure for the moment.

Lastly, Yrel was watching all of this unfold from her chained position at the end of the left arm of the throne. She had a short tentacle close to her, like the ones that the other women were riding, but hers was at a height and position optimal for sucking it. To further iterate the point of what she was supposed to do, she had been equipped with a ring gag in addition to her usual leather colour. Her mouth was permanently kept wide open and the draenei sex slave diligently went after her task to repeatedly deepthroat the dildo-tentacle. Whenever she did, rewarding pleasure rushed through her body.

Anduin was training her in the same way he had been training Maiev. The two of them had the same position on the throne, being chained to the throne and sharing the same ultra-submissive tendencies. It was only appropriate that both of them would be primarily throat-slaves as well.

No sooner had Anduin stopped hearing out the current speaker before the throne, and given a number of commands to take care of the presented problem, that Aclysia upped her game. Her cheeks sucked in and she suddenly tripled the tempo of her bobbing. Expertly, her demonic tongue pressed against his glans, maximizing pleasure with every movement.

He came down her throat within moments. As a well-trained girl, she swallowed it all swiftly. That she didn’t gather at least some of the massive load in her mouth to share with her fellow slaves meant that she fell short of being a good girl though.

Anduin sighed in displeasure after his climax was done. “You are always so greedy, Aclysia,” he reprimanded her.

“I apologize, Master… and to you, my fellow slaves,” the demon huntress said, hanging her head. “My desire to… taste all of our Master… I honestly cannot bring myself to regret that I kept his delicious seed all to myself.”

“Then a punishment is in order,” Anduin declared and snapped his fingers. Numerous tentacles of a particularly thin variety spawned underneath the ceiling and reached down. The white-haired elf did not struggle, while those tentacles wrapped around her. They formed a mesh on top of her skin, like sentient rope, ultimately strong enough to lift her up without digging into any part of her to a painful degree. Some of the tentacles turned into a semi-liquid state, transforming into blindfold. The completely restricted Aclysia was raised on high for the entire court to see and then had all three of her holes penetrated. Her sexual fluids soon started dripping.

Arguably it was a reward, to be fucked continuously for what Anduin planned to be at least three hours, until lunch was served. He would worsen it by disallowing her from touching his dick in any way for the rest of the day. As delighted as his harem was in cumming their brains out, they were downright obsessed with pleasuring the real him.

Anduin looked down at the two sex slaves who were sucking on either side of his cock. Without his word, neither Stellagosa nor Maiev had dared to be the one to take his manhood into their throat. Leaving it untended would have been even worse though, so they shared and he was quite pleased with that. “Good girls,” he complimented them. He would have caressed their heads as well, had his hands not been fondling the moderately sized tits of the Eredar twins. “Maiev, you are due for a reward. Name it.”

It was the finale test of her training, in a way, and the Warden passed by positioning her mouth in front of his erect cock. “Please use your comfort hole, Master,” she begged, her full, pinkish brown lips parted. The tanned redhead of an elf was blushing heavily with excitement, the marks stretching up and down from her eyes raising from her otherwise light brown skin. It was unusual for a night elf, almost unique even, and Anduin loved seeing this proud and capable fighter debase herself to this degree for him.

“A comfort hole indeed,” Anduin nodded, allowing Maiev to suck him off.

Stellagosa backed away to give the Warden the room she needed to serve him on her own. Wrapping her lips tight around his shaft had her moaning, sliding down her glistening shaft had her eyelids flutter, and taking him into her throat had her cumming. It was no exaggeration to say that her mouth was as sensitive as her pussy, after all of this training. Something like that should have been physically impossible, but all of the magic that pumped through her every day had redesigned her body in ways that were in perfect accordance with her lifestyle. The entirety of Stormwind’s inhabitants experienced such changes – those around Anduin most of all. He was the nexus of power and the will behind the changes after all.

Bobbing in his lap, Maiev showed that her own blowjob skills were no less than Aclysia’s. She was inhibited by her lack of a demonic tongue, but in all other regards they were equals. Enthusiasm was doubtless, the comfort hole would have gleefully sucked him off even if she had gotten no pleasure out of it herself. Experience was not hard to come by in this environment at all. Technique had been consequently honed and she switched between various modes of movement. Her head bounced in his lap, stayed all the way down at the base or caressed his length with slow movements, letting her tongue do all the worshipping. What she used was always dependant on what she guessed would please him the most.

Anduin let her continue like this for about ten minutes, while enjoying what the three slaves directly around him had to offer. Alythess and Sacrolash were grinding their slender bodies against his sides and Chromie’s short frame was still pressed against his front. All were vying for his attention and he distributed it equally through kisses and grabs. The Eredar Twins were getting their pussy split by tentacles, while Chromie kept drenching his lower torso with her wet pussy.

As much as he enjoyed all of that, he was serious in giving Maiev her reward and her ultimate reward would be to be dominated. With one simple gesture, he made the three slaves back off. As soon as he was free, he grabbed Maiev’s red head and forced her down his entire length. The manhandling had her squeal happily around his thick cock, a sound that only got more depraved when he stood up and, his cock always remaining all the way inside her, pushed her head down to the floor. He was straddled over her shoulders, both hands clawing into her skull, and started to roughly fuck her throat.

He didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know that her hips were shooting up into the air from the repeated orgasms. Screaming at the delightful abuse, Maiev thanked Elune for putting her on the path of a happy little cocksleeve. She would have prayed through moaned words, had her mouth not been occupied in a much more useful way.

Hammering into her mouth, lips always tightly sealed, Anduin groaned with pleasure. Her ecstatic expression let him enjoy himself to the maximum extent. Eyes rolled up, smooth, brown skin covered in perverted fluids and sweat, she was the perfect representative of what the High King expected of a slut who begged to get her mouth used before any other hole. “Such a good comfort hole,” he complimented her.

It set Maiev off almost as much as what followed. She felt the betraying tensing of his shaft and heard the ragged breathing. Eager, she clenched her fists and let herself be used to finish him off. The reward was a torrent of multiple orgasms, each stronger as the last, induced by the heavy cum pumping down her throat.

When Anduin finally pulled out of the asphyxiated nymphomaniac, she was in a comatose state of repeated aftershocks causing her to squirt randomly over the floor. The High King just left her there to ride out the intense afterglow. “Ysera, Alex,” he caught the attention of both, making them stop riding the tentacle cocks underneath them. “Join Stella on the floor.”

“”Yes, Master,”” the two dragonesses answered in loving unison. Getting up had their pussies drool cum and love juices, as the loads Anduin had pumped into them simultaneously to his other orgasms partially flowed out.

The High King had the spontaneous desire to play with all four of his dragon slaves at once. While he loved each of his slaves dearly, there was no denying that fucking certain sets of them added to the satisfaction. Playing with four women at once was difficult, however, especially since he sat back down on his throne and resumed the previous fondling of the Eredar Twins. He even gestured for Chromie to get back on his chest.

The answer to his predicament was found in the same set of magical skills he had been honing recently. His mastery over the shadow-spawned tentacles had increased tremendously, as evident by the demon huntress hanging in a semi-liquid set of ropes above. Similarly, his recent creation of the Master’s Image spell had him master the ability to create entire doubles of him that were each as fertile as the original whose will they were still an extension off. With that spell in mind, there was an easy solution to be found.

While Stellagosa, Alexstrasza and Ysera moved their pretty blue, red and green heads in worship of his cock, a second one suddenly grew just above. It was a perfect copy of the first and, in every important regard, functioned the same. “Chromie, ride me,” he commanded her.

“R-really? Wow!” the bronze dragoness was ecstatic to be privileged in such a fashion over the three genuine aspects on the floor. Her happy smile made way for a lustfully blank expression, while she slid down on his second erection. While it was freshly spawned and therefore dry, her cunt was wet enough for the two of them. The thick ass of the shortstack descended further on his dick. Chromie kept snugly pressed against his chest, almost as snug as her folds surrounded his second dick. Her tits, large for someone her size, rubbed all over his chest while she started to ride him.

“Good girls,” Anduin sighed, basking in the pleasure of the horned blonde’s pussy and the refreshing cool of Stellagosa’s throat. The three dragon aspects had struck a silent agreement. The greatest cocksucker of the three would do the primary job and the other two would concentrate on worshipping his full balls. All for their Master’s maximum satisfaction.

Anduin’s climax approached fast and he leaned back, eyes closed and relaxed while the symphony of moans and worship brought him over the edge. Pussy clinging tight and throat vibrating around his two dicks, his cum filled up the two dragonesses. Their cunts squirted repeatedly, their eyes rolled up, and they screamed. Muffled by the thick cock in her throat, Stellagosa could not match the volume of the gnome-shaped Chromie, whose entire short body quivered as she screamed.

Up above and around the throne, the other sex slaves had intense orgasms themselves, filled up by tentacle cocks. Anduin was surrounded by the screams and sweet pheromones of his ecstatic wives and sluts.

When he was done, Stellagosa slowly pulled back. Her tight lips left his cock as clean as could be asked for. The blue dragoness switched places with Ysera, while Chromie remained in her privileged position.

Ysera leaned against the dick, let it rest on her face for a couple of moments while she inhaled the masculine scent, mixed with that of her fellow haremettes. With one long lick, she travelled to the top. “I’m completely addicted to this cock,” she swooned, before giving the tip of it a quick kiss. She wanted to take things a bit slower, but the desires overtook her and she immediately started sucking him off.

“Oh me, oh my,” a male voice suddenly filled the courtroom. It was equally soothing and arrogant, charismatic and know-it-all. Anduin knew immediately who it belonged to.

Opening his eyes, the High King saw a man of dark brown skin walk towards him. The man was of a tall build, neither overly broad nor thin, and good looking. A well-maintained beard surrounded his lips, found a tip in a goatee and travelled up his jawline. Dark and wavy, his long brown hair fell down to his upper back as a combed back mane. He wore nothing, fitting in deliberately with the crowd. With each step he took, his eyes glowed with a more intense red. The illusion he had used to come this far unrecognized was falling off completely.

“Wrathion,” Anduin greeted the black dragon with a complicated mixture of emotions. The two of them had been something approximating friends in the past. Happenstance had confined them to the same house in Pandaria, giving the two young men much time to debate what was right and what was not. They had seldomly seen eye to eye, but the discussions had brought them together.

Eventually, however, Wrathion had put his moral vision into action and aided the former Warchief of the Horde, Garrosh, in escaping to a different timeline. This had lead to a complicated series of event, starting with the invasion of Iron Horde and culminating in the warlock Gul’dan setting over into this timeline and unleashing the Burning Legion on Azeroth once again. During the first battle of that invasion, Anduin’s father, Varian, had met his end.

In a way, Wrathion was responsible for that death and every other loss the Legion had inflicted.

“Indeed, young friend,” the black dragon stopped in front of the throne, looking towards the scene. “I must admit, I am… what would you say?... flabbergasted at your recent successes. Seeing the Dragon Queen herself sucking on your balls like this is certainly unexpected.”

Alexstrasza continued that task without a care. If her Master wanted her to speak up, she would. Otherwise, he could fend for all of them. “It is part of a series of escalating events. You would know about such things, wouldn’t you?”

“Indeed, although what I set off had less pleasurable consequences,” Wrathion said and lowered his head. “Anduin, I know I have done this world wrong…”

“You meant the best,” the High King interrupted with a waving gesture. “I will not sit here and condemn you needlessly, Wrathion. What you did was a mistake, but I am sure you are working on redeeming yourself already.”

“Such would be the very reason I appear today,” the black dragon was visibly more relaxed, now that the apology had gone over so easily. “I have come to you with two affairs that require your help and your attention. Granted, I shall benefit from both indirectly, but I guarantee that they will be to your advantage as well.”

The two of them exchanged a long look and then Anduin nodded, “Let’s discuss this in private. Follow me to my chamber.”

They changed location quickly, with Genn, as was normal, serving as Anduin’s stand-in. Once they sat on opposite sides of a table, a series of snacks getting prepared by the High King’s wives and slaves, their conversation resumed.

“Let’s start with the dire revelations I have discovered,” Wrathion said, while sipping on red wine. “The shackles on N’zoth are starting to weaken. As it appears, Aszhara and her Naga have been working on that for the past millennia.”

“How deep can a person fall?” Ysera sighed. She and Alexstrasza, along with a couple other of Anduin’s haremettes currently not present, had known the queen of the ancient night elf empire when she was still a night elf. “That would explain how she came to be adapted to live underwater though.”

“Indeed. It strikes me that you could… convince her to stop in her efforts, Anduin,” Wrathion told him. “To break the final seal, she will need a source of immense energy. I’m not quite sure yet what she will do to attain it and the ocean will be her defence until she goes to get it.”

“So, we have to wait for her to make the move,” Anduin nodded. “What is the other thing then?”

“I have been thinking about how to replenish the Black Dragonflight,” Wrathion told him. “Obviously all before me were corrupt, but now that Deathwing is dead, we may be able to start from scratch. The earth needs wardens. You have restored the fertility of the flights, so that is a start, but I am sure I speak for both of us if I say that this is not an option for me to indulge in. A new black aspect must rise, a female one, who can raise the new generation.”

“I see,” Anduin nodded. “I take it you already have a way to revive someone in mind?”

“Certainly,” Wrathion smiled, showing his pearly white fangs. “I will need your power and that of the other dragon aspects. Together, you could certainly fully restore the Broodmother – Onyxia. She would be perfect for this task, known for her fertility and with a spark of the Earthwarden already inside her.”

Anduin fell silent for a moment. Onyxia was more than just a black dragon, more than just Deathwing’s daughter even. For a long time, Anduin had known her as Lady Katrana Prastor, a false identity and disguise she had used to become a royal advisor. She had orchestrated that his father would be abducted and that he, incredibly young at the time, would be crowned king. For a couple of years, she effectively governed Stormwind and tried her best to cripple it in every way she could. Ultimately, she was discovered and killed. Years later, her brother Nefarian reanimated her body. Her conserved remains would likely still be where the adventurers had left them.

Reviving her for the purpose of taming her and bringing her in his harem had him conflicted. He certainly remembered her physical presence, body and voice made to seduce and influence. The darkness in him thought it was only just that she would repay Stormwind for the troubles she had created. His priestly side didn’t agree with bringing someone back from the dead just to breed them.

“I have a condition,” Anduin finally answered. “We will first commune with her spirit. If she does not wish to be revived, we will leave her be and you will have to find other candidates.”

“As you wish,” Wrathion sighed, having already guessed that something like this may happen.

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Travelling to the Blackrock Spire was a quick affair. Ever since the integration of the Dark Iron dwarves into the Alliance, a portal had connected them to Ironforge. For Jaina, tapping into that permanent connection was an easy task. From there, they just had to advance upwards through the massive mountain. Despite the numerous reclamation efforts, parts of it were still teeming with vestiges of the old Horde, ogres and trolls. Of the Black Dragonflight, only some Dragonkin remained. Humans and other mortals that had offered themselves to the dragons as servants and were rewarded with great power in return.

Where Anduin and his group, consisting of himself, Wrathion, Alexstrasza, Ysera, Chromie, Stellagosa, Xal’atath, K’ara and, finally, Nozdormu, met these creatures, they killed them without remorse. Anyone who squatted in these halls was either an invader, a conspirator, or both. The Dark Irons would reclaim the spire eventually, once they weren’t occupied with forging things for the war effort anymore.

At the very top, a segment of the Black Dragonflight led by Death Wings eldest son Nefarian, known as the Blackwings, had long taken residence. The innermost was where he had operated after his father had reanimated him.

Consequently, there were two dragon corpses laying at the bottom of the pit of iron and rock where the fight had happened. They were in questionably condition. Whatever methods had been used to bring them back from their first death had kept their bodies from rotting further, but between that first reanimation and their initial demise, the corpses had already seen quite a bit of rot. The skin slouched, the scales had turned from black to a sickly grey and several battle wounds left intestines plainly visible.

Nefarian’s revival had been a largely successful one at the time, bringing the black dragon back with his mind intact. Onyxia, had only been animated by dark energies, with the return of her soul being questionable. What Deathwing managed to do was relatively simple necromancy though, nothing compared to what Wrathion had put together.

While Nefarian’s corpse had been moved to the side, Onyxia was laying in the middle. The metal floor had a circle of runes etched into it. Several circles inside the circle indicated where partakers of the ritual had to stand. The (currently) last black dragon had already prepared everything.

Before they could advance with this, Anduin had to get a clear conscious. Kneeling down before the head of the large dragon, he put a hand on the snout and closed his eyes. Light and Shadow, he channelled both into the body and reached out to the soul that had once inhabited it. Through his might and insistence, he managed to reach Onyxia.

“Would you look at that,” the bossy voice of the Broodmother echoed in his mind. “The little kid grew up to be quite powerful and now he conjures my soul to commune. What could you possible want from me? Do you wish to gloat?”

“No, Onyxia, I have no need to gloat. I come to you with an offer.”

“What use would I have for an offer? Unless you somehow returned me to life…?”

“That is precisely what I am offering,” Anduin told her.

“All of that trouble to kill me and you would undo it?” Onyxia was more amused then taken aback. “What would your father say?”

“He is dead, just as yours is,” Anduin told her and then extended his memories to her to bring her up to speed on what happened. Explaining things would have taken too long and would have, likely, sound too unbelievable.

Onyxia took the offer, wanting to confirm his words. In the span of a minute, she learned of everything that had happened since her first death. Evidently, she hadn’t known what her body had been used for. The death of her brother and father seemed to bother her fairly little. Whatever sadness she had was buried by this disrespect for her remains. She felt shock when they got to the developments over the past year. “That is YOU?!” she asked. “I felt that you got powerful, brat, but that is…”

“I am not the kid you remember, Katrana,” Anduin couldn’t help but sound smug in his response. “Now that you are up to speed, do you agree with the offer?”

“So I can absolutely be certain: you revive me, I become your sex slave, the Black Aspect and the mother of the revived flight, yes?” Onyxia asked.

“If you do your best to redeem yourself, we may marry,” he added, “Otherwise that’s correct.”

Onyxia pondered the offer. Obviously, she desired a second lease on life. The cost didn’t seem particularly high either. She had been the Broodmother previously, not because anybody forced her too, but because she loved the position. She fondly remembered using her human body to seduce nobles whose influence she needed. With the sexual prowess his memories indicated, it would at least be worth her while to ride him, restore her fertility and then flee somewhere to continue her brood. From there, she could scheme to take over the world.

“I do accept,” she hummed.

Anduin knew that she wouldn’t say so without having her own thoughts on the matter. However, as someone who had fucked an old goddess into submission, the High King was not worried that Onyxia would triumph over him. “Then we will start the ritual,” he said and backed away, magically and physically. He looked to Wrathion and nodded.

“Splendid,” the black dragon clapped his hands. “Time to revive my half-sister. Alexstrasza, if you would stand over here.” It took a couple of minutes to get every one of the dragon aspects into the correct position. Xal’atath, Anduin and K’ara were also involved in the ritual, but only for the sake of energy. “Concentrate. With our combined might, this should be easy,” Wrathion said, after he stopped in the last circle.

He wasn’t quite right. Anduin had brought someone back from the dead before, but Ysera’s soul had still been part of Azeroth in all ways that mattered. Making a body for her in the dimension dedicated to the creation of life had been relatively easy.

Onyxia had been dead for years. Even if her body was more than just bones, it was still far too damaged to just be healed back to an intact state. Aside from recalling her spirit, they also needed to somehow restore her body. Wrathion’s circle seemed to aim at simply restoring her, but that only proved that this was not his area of expertise. Nozdormu suggested that he could spend a couple of hours reversing time until the body was in its pre-death state. That had the drawback of still carrying with it the infection of the old gods, which Wrathion aimed to solve.

The circle was adjusted throughout the ritual, primarily by Xal’atath. When it came to fleshcrafting, asking an eldritch horror turned gorgeous woman was the most expert opinion one could get. The solution they finally got to was to take all of the flesh and bone they had available, bind Onyxia’s soul to it and then form it into an entirely new, humanoid body. Because she would still have her powers, she would remain able to shapeshift. It would make the human form her base one, but that was the development for dragons they had all come to expect.

When, finally, the ritual concluded, the corpse before them turn red like molten iron and pulled together into a much smaller shape. As Onyxia’s will was once more bound to Azeroth, she attempted to take control over this process. After Anduin nodded, Xal’atath rescinded the reigns.

The mass quivered and then finished its consolidation in terms of size. From the resulting blob of magic, Onyxia shaped the curves of her new body. Although featureless, the curves of Katrana Prestor were immediately apparent. Long legs, with just enough fat to take the definition from her meaty thighs. Wide hips and a fat ass that had inflamed the desires of every man and many women she passed. By contrast, her waist was narrow. What so many females of the aristocracy had needed a corset to achieve, Onyxia had naturally. Her bust, however, was larger than in the past. Having received his memories, the Broodmother knew that Anduin’s harem had many more members with medium or small boobs than the properly massive rack she endowed herself with. She hoped it would help her to influence him and she refused to have breasts smaller than Jaina, the former ruler of Theramore and steady thorn in her side when they had both occupied the Dustwallow Marsh.

Once the curves were complete, her slender limbs fully formed, Onyxia willed a couple of draconic features to appear on her. As this would be her permanent base form, she would show of her origin proudly. A pair of dark grey horns extended from her temples and extended. In texture and shape they mimicked those of her dragon form, just that they pointed backwards instead of ahead. From above her big, bountiful butt sprouted a black-scaled tail. This one was thinner than her original one and didn’t end in a thagomizer, as both girth and spikes would have gotten in the way as a humanoid.

The red began to cool now, the energy of her rebirth fading. Onyxia’s skin became visibly as a healthily tanned and smooth surface worthy of her luscious curves. Raw magic shaped the internal organs, all of them functional except the womb, which would still require Anduin’s blessing to restore her fertility. Fingernails and toenails were black obsidian. Finally, the features of her head fully formed and finished her rebirth.

Onyxia was every bit as gorgeous as she had been before, perhaps even more so. Her face was an enticing mixture between cute and sexy, witty and smug. Black, silky hair was unevenly parted, the right side falling down with only mild waves, orderly tugged away behind her human ear, while the left showed the volume through a mild rise before stylishly cascading downwards, partly covering her elegant cheekbone. Underneath softly swung and perfectly dense eyebrows sat a pair of golden eyes, their pupils the slits common for dragons.

Naked, with her enormous breasts crowned by pink nipples, unashamed that her hairless cunt was exposed, the Broodmother raised a hand to her face and made a fist a couple of times. Her lips, full and pink, stretched into a wide smile as the full certainty of life filled her. More than that, she could feel the power of her father, that of the Earth Warden, flow into her. It had been greatly diminished due to his actions and the demise of the Black Dragonflight, but it could be restored with time.

Onyxia looked around with her own eyes, surrounded by the other aspects, Anduin, Wrathion, and the goddesses of Light and Shadow. It was impossible to escape with all of them around and she needed to restore her fertility first anyway, whatever she did. She focused her gaze on Anduin and strut towards him with confidence.

“You upheld your end of the bargain, it’s time I uphold mine,” she purred. Her hand reached down to his crotch and grabbed what he was packing. She smirked at the size. If nothing else, this would be fun.

Anduin was slightly less amused. As sexy as her straightforwardness was, he did not appreciate her attempt to assert dominance. She had agreed to become his sex slave and he would show her exactly what that meant. “Use your mouth to get me hard,” he ordered.

Wrinkles appeared on Onyxia’s forehead. She had never used her mouth before. Every time she needed to seduce someone, a few whispers, a hand job and, if she felt like it, a quick ride had been enough. Anduin didn’t know that for certain, but he had a hunch about this fact. The best way to get her started with her new position was to establish that she could not satisfy him as easily as regular men.

For several seconds, the dragoness looked in the High King’s eyes, trying to find an argument that would get her out of this demeaning act. His hard stare left no wiggle room and Onyxia shivered at the dominance he displayed. Only now she realized that she was actually smaller than him, by about a hand width.

“Fine,” she said. She had meant to spit it out, but somehow the word sounded soft and seductive. The naked, dark-haired kneeled down before the High King and pulled down his trousers. Involuntarily, she moaned, when the half-erect cock flopped out. The full intensity of his manly scent hit her sensitive nose. His cock was pristine, completely clean, large, and hairless, yet smelled not only of his own masculinity but also the many conquests he satisfied on a daily basis. Instinctively, she knew this cock could satisfy her like no other, making her subconscious desire it all the more. ‘If I do this, I may as well do it right,’ Onyxia reasoned to herself and parted her pink lips.

Having seen Anduin’s memories, the Broodmother was very well aware of the skill with which Anduin dominated his willing harem of sex slaves, but she had completely underestimated just how great an effect it would have on her on its own. The taste was more than ten times as intense on her senses than the smell was, which also grew more intense while she gently licked, sucked and kissed his growing member. Her cunt started to drip, her head got light and she indulged in the gradually hardening texture eagerly. Even when he was hard, she kept going.

The satisfaction of her natural skill was written all over Onyxia’s face, as was her liking bobbing up and down Anduin’s thick cock. Her noble face was turned into a lewd display, her cheeks caved in, the sounds of her blow job wet and eager. She kept going, further and further down with each back and forth of her mouth, until Anduin groaned.

The sound snapped Onyxia out of her trance and she suddenly snapped back. His cock left her mouth, with no loud pop or even an upwards lick to accompany her straightening up. Left untended, his erect dick hung in the air in front of her. The rest of the gathered harem clenched their teeth. It was difficult to stay quiet when one left their Master’s cock in this state. However, this was Anduin’s affair and all the wet and willing sex slaves did was to stay close, watch the scene, and wait their turn. They all knew they would serve him properly and eagerly to make up for this slight.

“There, I made you hard,” the Broodmother declared. “Now fuck me.”

“You don’t get to make demands,” Anduin told her straight-up. “You want your fertility back, right?”

Onyxia nodded.

“Say it out loud,” the High King demanded.

“I want my fertility back,” Onyxia obeyed in a bratty tone so unfitting for a woman of her beauty and elegance.

“And you agreed to become my sex slave to get it.”

Onyxia nodded again. Faster than she could react, Anduin grabbed one of her horns and pulled against his crotch. His wet cock pressed against her face, the dragoness panted when the intense smell filled her lungs. Precum stained her skin. “I agreed to become your sex slave!” she almost yelled, squirming and spreading the overflow of her pussy between her thighs.

“Then you will do what I want you to, not demand anything,” Anduin told her. “Before I fuck you, I want to cum down your throat. You understand?”

“Y-yes… master…,” Onyxia stammered and was let go. The moment she was no longer right up to his cock, her mind realized how submissive she was behaving. ‘I just need to play along…’ she thought and swallowed heavily. She didn’t realize just how much her body wanted Anduin, thought her will could overpower her animal instincts on its own. She didn’t realize just how much of a man he had truly become. She didn’t realize or care, once his large dick was inside her mouth again.

The Broodmother gobbled up Anduin’s cock without issue. She did not have the same level of talent as Stellagosa, but Onyxia clearly knew what she was doing. She had watched more than one prostitute take care of a noble on her behest. Even if she had never thought she would use it on the king of Stormwind, she did recall the basics.

Taking him all the way into her throat was a filling and intense sensation. Anduin had been ready to grab her again to force her to go all the way down, but she went there all on her own and even stayed there. Softly rotating her mouth, she pleasured him while her eyelids fluttered. Her insides were hotter than a normal woman, hotter even than the other dragons, but not unpleasantly so.

Anduin was intensely fulfilled, watching one of the hottest woman he had seen growing up, one of the greatest detriments of Stormwind’s health in recent history, make up for her crimes by sucking him off with undeniable fervour. It didn’t take long for him to feel his balls tense. Onyxia didn’t know the warning signs, only realized what was happening when the seed pumped down her gullet. Staying still, she was used as a cumbucket, getting her stomach filled by the absurdly large load of the High King.

“I’m not done with that throat,” Anduin announced and pulled out. Onyxia’s hazy state slowly diminished. A faint taste of his cock and cum was on her tongue, prolonging the sea of lustful chemicals her brain was drenched in. Before she fully recovered, Anduin had laid down and pulled her over his head. Her deliciously massive thighs surrounded him. “Suck me off,” he commanded her.

‘I do like it, so…’ the barest thought of rationalization surfaced and Onyxia bowed down.

Feeling her lips obediently wrap around his cock, Anduin grinned and took two handfuls of her bubble butt. The thickness of her ass under his fingers was soon complimented by that of her thighs around his face. Anduin extended his tongue and soon tasted the seductive sweetness of the Broodmother. Her bare cunt was already drenched.

Anduin used every bit of his extensive skill on Onyxia, aiming to further break down her pride through overwhelming sexual gratification. After a couple of minutes exploring her outer folds and revealing her clit, he ate her out with royal fervour. Every lick and oral penetration sent magnificent pleasure through the black-haired dragoness. Her delicious pussy juice overflowed, her blowjob turned from purely instinctive to sloppy and infrequent. Too taken by pleasure, she couldn’t concentrate on giving the service.

Smacking her ass, making the juicy mixture of muscles, fat and taut skin ripple, the High King reminded her off her duty. He had to remind her again and again. While his steady pussy eating caused her cunt to gush with one orgasm after the other, Onyxia quivered on top of him. She couldn’t think, only climax and follow her instincts. Spasming and cocksucking were an equally enticing and ineffective combination.

Eventually, Onyxia’s strategy was broken down to an incredibly simple procedure: to stay with his dick inside her as long as breath allowed her and pleasure him with the constant screams reverberating in her throat. It worked well enough, Anduin supplementing this treatment by thrusting up into the Broodmother’s glossy lips.

He came deep inside her for a second time. Thick thighs pressed against him and groping her fat ass, his hips shot up one more time and he unloaded. Onyxia froze with the cock deep in her throat, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the ceaselessly wiggling tongue, working her sensitive cunt. The second time around, her body reacted even stronger to the seed. It had nothing to do with Anduin, she could simply taste and smell the virility that pumped down her gullet. A direct taste would have done more to agitate the Broodmother, but even this much had her pussy gush. Unconscious certainty of strong, healthy offspring riled up her breeding instincts. They almost took over completely.

Anduin raised the wide, plump bottom from his face and gently rolled Onyxia off him. The black-haired dragoness breathed heavily, once his dick was finally out of her mouth. Giving her a moment to recover, the High King laid down and waited for her to gather herself.

As the acceptable amount of oxygen resumed flowing through her brain, Onyxia’s pride and stubbornness resurfaced. ‘I won’t be toyed with!’ she thought to herself and willed her body to move. Magic surged through her and with the gesture of her hand she bent some of the floor to her desires.

Nobody in the room was alarmed by this development, because Anduin himself was as calm as ever. The sex slaves and other present people trusted the High King’s judgement and he could feel no hostility from Onyxia. Not of the kind that turned violent anyway. Instead, her magic created a kind of podium, at the edge of which Anduin found himself sitting.

“If you’re so eager to be pleased, then I will give you what you want.” Onyxia’s words were between a seductive and a threatening hiss, as split as she felt about the action she currently took. Cupping her tits, she wrapped the large, squishy globes around his unwaveringly erect cock. Although she was at his feet, her attempt here was to regain some control over the situation by being the primarily acting party. Softly, she started shaking her tits. “Does this feel good?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” Anduin moaned, enjoying the sight and sensations. Onyxia’s tits were as large as Jaina’s and the healthily tanned skin quickly became stained with the sexual fluids from their previous oral engagement, as well as the steadily flowing precum. Even the head of Anduin’s long dick repeatedly vanished between those soft, firm bags of luscious meat. She was even more of a natural at this then cocksucking, using hands, chest and hips all to create pleasurable friction. The heat of the Broodmother surrounded Anduin’s cock on all sides.

For her part, Onyxia got entranced in the act. The smell of his virile seed and the heat of his rod seared into her senses. Her breasts were more sensitive than she had thought and she gasped. Pussy overflowing, she kept on and felt her confidence gradually return to her. Control seemed to be on her side again. “You love these fat tits don’t you?” she asked and accelerated her efforts. “You’re such a stallion and still can’t think about anything else but my boobs around your fat dick. Come one then, enjoy yourself. It’s not everyday you get to enjoy yourself with someone like me, Master.”

Anduin let her have this moment to let her bratty side manifest again. It would only make it more satisfying when he broke it once and for all. The way she breathed, the way she looked at him, the way she still pronounced ‘master’ earnestly while trying to mock him, they all pointed towards her submissive side taking over. In front of the perfect man, it was difficult for any woman not to.

“Cum for me,” Onyxia demanded, reaching the zenith of her speed. “Cum all over me!”

For once, Anduin obeyed and let his lust loose. Cum shot out from between her tits and splattered all over her face and cleavage. Catching some of it on her tongue, Onyxia had her first proper taste of his seed. It made her head spin and her womb twitch with need, the virility so evident even in its fragrance.

White, thick spurts covered her skin and black hair. A fair amount landed in her open mouth, enough for her to swirl it with her tongue. The direct taste fully awakened her breeding instinct. She swallowed heavily. Her pussy overflowed with her sexual fluids, priming her for penetration. Eagerly, she got up and climbed on the podium she had made, straddling the High King.

“It’s time for you to uphold your end of the bargain, master,” Onyxia purred with light dominance in her voice. She wanted herself in control, even though the merest brush of his cock against her pussy had her moan.

“We will fulfil the pact,” Anduin agreed and leaned back, letting the Broodmother lower herself on the last and only dick she would taste in her life. Swiftly, she aligned herself with his erect prick.

What started as the upright posture of a confident dominatrix was quickly replaced with slouched forward quivering of a serving slut. Mouth agape and eyelids fluttering, Onyxia descended further and further. Her bubble butt quivered. Her pussy tightly gripped Anduin’s large cock. Stretching her out, the High King groaned at the sheer heat of the black dragoness’s insides.

Once he was fully inside her, Onyxia stopped. With slow and controlled breathing, she struggled, and succeeded, in retaining her composure. “You definitely grew up to be… impressive,” she purred, oscillating on his shaft. Her heart beat fast. Her womb pulsed with the need to be filled with his seed. “You’ll be a good breeding partner.”

“Breeding partner?” Anduin asked, finally deciding to take charge of the situation again. “No, Onyxia, I am your Master.”

The cocky smile on the Broodmother’s lips twisted into shock, awe and ecstasy, from the High King merely putting his hands on her bubble butt. Into the firm, squishy meat, Anduin clawed. The intensity of his grasp dug soft trenches of shadow into the smooth skin. Onyxia could no longer move however she wanted and Anduin started to take over.

A single thrust up had Onyxia’s pussy gush. By the tenth, she was slumped completely forward, her juicy tits pressed against Anduin’s broad chest. Directly thereafter, her body started to obey the demanding push and pulls of the High King’s hands. Back and forth she rocked, while Anduin pistoned in and out of her.

A sliver of her pride remained, currently buried under the ecstasy of the moment. Anduin fucked her hard, causing her cries to echo in the massive chamber. “Ahhh!” she let out a particularly sharp cry, when the High King slapped her butt between thrusts. The magnificent size of the Broodmother’s backside rippled from the force of the impact, tanned, juicy and delicious to behold.

Trembling on top of him, going from one climax to the next, Onyxia soon became unable to move herself. Anduin, without ever stopping his thrusts, secured her with one arm, stood up and then placed the dragoness on her back. The tables had completely turned, Onyxia was now under him. With her wide hips between his hands, he fucked her even harder.

“Oooo-o-o-o-o-ohhhhh,” the screams of the Broodmother turned choppy from the endless barrage of heavy thrusts. Her spine curved off the metal podium, her toes grabbed onto the edge, as well as human toes could, and her head flew backwards. Only her hips remained steady, pinned by the magnificent male fucking her.

Anduin kept the pace effortlessly. Her meaty thighs and large tits jiggled along every slap of their sexes joining. Watching her breasts bounce was hypnotizing, pink nipples drawing ovals in the air, quivering breaths and heavy impacts make the soft flesh jiggle. Her expression, from the rolled-up eyes to the outstretched tongue, was just as enticing. She was completely lost to the debauchery only he could make women feel.

When Anduin felt his orgasm approach, he swiftly pulled out of her. He climbed on top of her and grabbed her head. Too hazy to resist or even know what exactly what was going on, Onyxia left her mouth wide open to be fucked. Only when the thick seed filled her mouth, did her breeding instinct snap her back into reality.

Pulses of need and frustration made her pussy twitch, while she swallowed the large load of delicious semen. Anduin kept thrusting past her pink lips, riding out his orgasm at his own pace. He pulled back, mounted her chest instead, and entertained herself by fucking her delectable tits.

“Why… didn’t you cum… inside…?!” Onyxia eventually managed to ask. Continuing, her internal conflict prevented her from feeling genuine rage. What the old arrogance and new submissive sides of the Broodmother could agree on was only the frustration of her womb remaining unfilled.

“Because you didn’t submit properly, sex slave,” Anduin reprimanded her. “You moved without being ordered, you dared to try to be on top, and you do not treat me as I demanded.” As he spoke, Onyxia’s eyes were focused on the erect cock whose head appeared at the end of every thrust between her large tits. Her hands instinctively moved between her legs. “Beg,” Anduin demanded.

Onyxia’s mouth opened, but only a moan escaped. Her need to breed was powerful, but so was her pride. Still carrying the illusion that she could dominate this man, she defied his order with depraved, flustered eyes. Unable to firmly deny him nor to submit, she was stuck between the will of her mind and the desires of her flesh. One grew only stronger, with each second spent in the proximity of the perfect Master, guaranteed to break the other eventually.

Knowing that it was only a matter of time before the Broodmother willingly submitted fully to him and her new station in life, Anduin pulled back from her magnificent breasts and looked to the slaves that had accompanied him. “Alex, Ysera, Stella, Chromie, come here,” he commanded the four dragonesses of his sex slave harem to approach.

Gleefully, the four obeyed. They lined themselves up by the podium, in arm’s reach of their High King. Anduin let his extended right wander over their bodies. Briefly he squeezed Alexstrasza’s massive tits, brushed Ysera’s cheek, massages Stellagosa’s drenched clit and teased Chromie’s lips with his thumb. All four reacted with eager moans at the touch. Onyxia caught herself staring with a certain envy at that display.

‘It would certainly feel good to be touched so tenderly by this man,’ she admitted to herself, only to moan when Anduin moved with a decisive, harsh dominance. The speed of her fingers increased, witnessing the clarity with which he asserted his will.

Grabbing Ysera by one of her ridged horns, he pulled the green-haired, purple-skinned dragoness onto the podium. Ysera’s reaction to being chosen was that of a proper nymphomaniac. Openly panting, joyfully obeying every demand, verbal or not, and with a cunt that instinctively began to overflow, she was positioned on all fours on top of Onyxia and before Anduin. The Broodmother had a perfect view of the needful expression of the Green Dragonaspect. Someone who she respected, if not for their personality or their goals, then at least for their power, was behaving like an utter slut right before her. More than that, at the moment Anduin penetrated Ysera’s cunt, Onyxia thought she was a woman at the peak of fulfilment: matched with her perfect dominant and bred.

Anduin slapped Ysera’s round ass and started fucking her before the jiggle had a chance to go away. He went full-power and speed from the start, not caring about lasting. “Who and what are you?” he asked the green dragoness, while the repeated impact on her bubble butt sent clapping sounds through the large mountain hall.

“Ysera – I’m… Ysera… your sex slave, wife… and Green Dragonaspect!” she shouted, the rush of pleasure making her voice louder than it needed to be.

“What’s your purpose in life?”

“To be bred!” she screamed, her spine arching. “To be your cumdump, Master! To bear you as many heirs as… as you desire!”

“Good girl,” Anduin grunted and slammed into her one last time.

“I LOVE YOU MAS—STAAAAAAAHH!!” Ysera screamed, as her eyes rolled up and her tongue lolled out. Saliva dribbled down her ecstatically contorted face, while her pussy gushed with each spurt of his thick load Anduin poured into her.

Onyxia’s remaining pride started to crack under the weight of her perverted thoughts, ‘I want to look like that – I want to be fucked like that – I deserve to be fucked like that – Forever!’

“Back in line,” Anduin commanded Ysera, slapping her ass before pulling out. The mighty green dragon was a quivering mess, barely able to stand up. She did, however, obey and, with her gaping cunt dripping cum, took her place among the four other dragonesses. Glancing over to Onyxia, Anduin considered what to do next. The Broodmother was about to break, that much was obvious, and he could have finished her with just a little more direct teasing. However, leaving the rest of his eager sex slaves waiting wouldn’t have been a royal path of action. Once he was done with all of them and Onyxia’s mind drowned in need, he could fully introduce the black dragoness to her purpose as his personal Broodmother. “Chromie, come here.”

“Yes, Master!” the blonde, short dragon exclaimed. As she walked over, Anduin laid down on the floor. The demand was clear and Chromie straddled her gnome-shaped body on her master’s hips. Her round butt faced the Hugh King, her dragon tail curved out of the way so the full stacked volume was visible. Rubbing her butt against his unrelenting erection, began to pant. “May I put your giant, fat cock in my needy pussy, Master?” the cheery sex slave begged smilingly.

“Ride me until I cum inside you,” Anduin instructed her. Properly trained, Chromie immediately raised her ass and aligned her bare cunt with the tip of his cock. Plunging down, she enveloped him with the immense tightness of a shortstack. Her entire body was designed so that she could take his giant cock without any issues, her pussy stretching delightfully and overrunning with lubrication.

Once she was all the way down, quivering and howling with delight for every centimetre she impaled herself on, she remained still for just one second. When she raised her fat ass again, gooey strands of clear pussy juice stretched between her drenched cunt and his groin. Anduin could have spanked her, listened to her moans grow to mindlessly ecstatic from the delectable pain. Instead, he opted to just relax and let the small woman do as he told her.

It wasn’t long before he heard her scream anyway. Up and down, the obedient, upbeat sex slave slid on his mighty erection, stopping just before the glands popped out of her and then slamming back down. Faster and faster, louder and louder, Chromie went. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, “Master’s big dick is all I want! Through all time, I need to serve!” She felt the twitching of his dick inside her and knew what would come next. Once the first shot of cum pumped out of his massive dick, she hurriedly dropped all the way down again. Her ass rippled from the heavy impact. Toes and tail curled, while she got her needy womb filled up. “Shoooo goooooooood!”

‘Submit… if I just submit I can get bred like that too!’ Onyxia thought, continuously rubbing her pussy. Her body ached with the need to get fucked. ‘Dominated… if I just behave like he wants and get dominated then I will-‘ Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden and powerful orgasm.

“Back in line,” Anduin commanded Chromie, whose pussy clung to his cock every centimetre of her path upwards. Once she was up and wobbled her way back into place, the High King rose to his feet and followed. He walked around the four lined up slutty dragons. All four kept their eyes forwards and pushed their butts out, when he was behind them.

Without announcing his choice, Anduin continued walking until he was in front of Alexstrasza. The love and desire reflected intensely in the golden eyes of the tall woman. Anduin, somewhat bigger than her by both of their choice, demandingly grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her up. To stabilize herself, to be as close to her master as possible, the Dragon Queen wrapped arms and legs around her dominant mate.

Anduin lifted her high enough that her pussy dripped over his cock, then slowly lowered the tanned beauty. Screaming and pressing her absolutely enormous, squishy tits against him, Alexstrasza came several times from the sensation of being penetrated by her master’s massive member.

“Relax and let me do all the work,” Anduin whispered into her ear. “Just let me know how much you enjoy your cock.”

“Like nothing else, Master,” she gasped, resting her chin on his shoulder. Her dreamy gaze was filled with love and ecstasy, while Anduin started to make her bounce with repeated thrusts. “There is only one higher pleasure than getting fucked by you, to satisfy your urges with my body, and that is to offer my womb to carry your heirs.” Alexstrasza’s eyes met those of Onyxia, just as the speed accelerated. “I’m your… loyal fucking cumdump! That’s the greatest pleasure I have known in all my life! You seed me with life, you… aaaahhhh… you make every day perfect with pleasure! More, Master, I enjoy your cock more and more with every day I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

He unloaded inside her. The intensity of her ensuing climax made her spine arch. Anduin had to hold her against him with one arm, to keep their balance and to keep feeling her breasts against his chest while she spasmed. Intense heartbeats drummed through the softness, her pussy kept massaging his length, and he kept shooting inside her, prolonging the experience.

“Fill me, fill me, fill me!” Alexstrasza panted, her voice growing weaker the more seed drowned her womb. “Thank you for your seed, Master,” she purred, absolute adoration and obedience in her voice, and eyes still directed at Onyxia. “A good sex slave knows to appreciate servicing you.”

‘Appreciate… obeying…’ the black dragon’s thoughts were entirely removed from reason. All she knew now was the trance of voyeuristic pleasure she had fallen into and the need to be bred by this man. The only worthy one she had ever seen, someone far beyond a simple sperm donor. A real provider, a dominant protector, a reliable Master, that was what she looked at.

Disengaging from Alexstrasza with a parting kiss to both her lips and her tits, Anduin walked to the last of the four yet to be filled.

With her longue tongue hanging past her chin and her pale body flushed with desire, Stellagosa waited for his demands, verbal or not. Her throat, her cunt, her ass, it didn’t matter to the blue dragon as long as she got used. Roughly, Anduin grabbed her by one of her smooth, blue horns and dragged her along to the podium Onyxia still laid on.

With a wordless shove, Anduin bent Stellagosa over the black dragoness, so that her pussy was effectively above Onyxia’s head. Desperately, Onyxia stretched towards Anduin’s cock, but he penetrated the blue dragoness before she got even close to touching it with her soft lips. His balls, filled with what she desired most, were still available though. ‘Should… wait for… orders…’ she reprimanded herself, slow of thought in her ecstasy. ‘Please… Anduin so he… breeeeeeeds.’

As Onyxia thought these things, she was entranced by the sight of Anduin’s thrusts.

The High King listened to Stellagosa’s debauched moans, while he slammed against her cute, round bottom over and over again. Her slender back was bent backwards and partly sideways, thanks to the way Anduin held her. Two fingers of his right were hooked into her cheek, revealing dangerously sharp, pearly white teeth, while left grabbed her by the arm. What of her mouth wasn’t stretched was contorted into a perverted grin. Tongue, like toes and tail, was curled. Her petite breasts jiggled mildly under every heavy thrust.

Tightly, her insides grabbed his cock. They were oddly cool, especially compared to Alexstrasza’s heat. Arcane energies tingled the surface of his cock with revivifying energies. The High King had no need of such assistance to remain hard, but it did add an extra layer of pleasure to the hard and fast ploughing of her cunt.

Anduin wanted no words from Stellagosa, only her screams, and she provided plenty. Unquestionably, she was all his to use. In and out he slid through her gripping folds, hitting all of her sensitive spots and bringing her to repeated climax, while he used her gorgeous body in a race to his own orgasm.

With one last thrust, hard enough to make her ass ripple, Anduin stopped inside her and came. Stellagosa’s back straightened with each spasm, until it was pressed against her Master who gave her a sloppy kiss as reward for her service.

Anduin pulled out of her pussy and Onyxia’s fingers finally stopped, as the aroma of a fertile, bred cunt hit her with all of its intensity. Thick cum oozed from Stellagosa’s pussy before her eyes. Then it moved to the side and out of her vision, leaving Anduin looking down at her as the replacement. While Stellagosa moved back into the line, the High King grabbed his cock and moved the head teasingly in Onyxia’s direction. Desperately she stretched towards it. “Breed me,” she panted.

“Are you ready to submit your body and in mind?” Anduin asked.

“Yes, Master, I will do whatever you demand,” she gasped, almost able to reach the bit of cum dribbling from the tip.

“You will accept my mark and be my loyal sex slave for the rest of you life?”

“Yes, Master!” her answer got more desperate, more needy, with each passing second. Her large breasts jiggled with each desperate breath she took. “You are the perfect man, I will serve you in whatever capacity you see fit, just breed me!”

“Do you swear to work only to the Alliance’s – to Stormwind’s – benefit from now until the end of time?”

“Yesh. Mashter,” she slurred, unable to close her mouth fully out of greed. His cock was practically on her lips now.

“You are waiting for an order, good girl.” Anduin complimented her and the last of Onyxia’s pride broke under the honest and adoring tone of the perfect Master. She smiled, giggled and fidget where she lay, heart filled with an unknown sensation of appreciation. After all this time spend in power politics, she had found someone who appreciated her beyond usefulness. The least she could do in return was submit. “If you stay a good girl, you may become one of my wives.”

“Thank you, Mashter,” Onyxia responded with more honesty on her lips than she had ever felt.

“Kiss my cock and then present yourself,” Anduin commanded. Without hesitation, the dark haired dragoness gave the tip a delighted smooch, licking off what cum remained in the process. Then she quickly turned around and offered her cunt to him. Her upper body somewhat propped up by her elbows, she spread her pussy lips with both hands.

Her pussy was incredibly wet and swollen, from the earlier fucks and her own constant voyeuristic indulgence. Insides twitching, she made no attempt to prepare herself for his cock this time. There was no need to make herself ready for what was now her life’s purpose, no sense in coming up with what she wanted when she was his sex slave to use.

Her sweaty, glistening body quivered when he penetrated her with a slow and steady thrust. Stretching her insides once again, the massive prick glided into her drenched insides, while Anduin grabbed her by the hips. Golden eyes focused obsessively on the advancing cock, Onyxia let hear throaty moans. Her cunt gushed, showing repeated orgasms from nothing more than the contact.

Once fully inside her, Anduin took hold of her chin and made her look into his eyes. “How do you want me to breed you, Onyxia?” he asked.

The expression on her face was gleeful. Wrapping around his hips, her thighs gave the answer before her gasped words did. “Hard, fast, give me your seed, Master! Mark me as quick as possible! Dump your cum in my womb, paint all of my insides white with your dominance!”

Anduin grinned and nodded. Then he did exactly as asked. Thick thighs pressed against the sides of his hips, he pulled almost all the way out and then rammed back in. Onyxia yelped from the sudden rush of pleasure, stronger than anything she had felt before. Her arms gave in and she laid down, to be hammered in missionary, as the perfect Master repeated the motion again and again.

Total submission – it made her feel so incredible. There was no need to think, no need to compete, only pleasure she received at the hands of her dom. With each passing moment, the trust she felt grew in her heart and with more trust came the ability to let go further, concentrate only on answering his perfectly aimed thrusts by making him feel as good as she could in return.

Pushing out her chest, she emphasized her jiggling tits. They bounced in circles from the force of their relentless fucking, their size rippling seductively. It was impossible to ignore such a lure and Anduin grabbed her glistening left tit with his hand. His fingers almost vanished in the overabundant flesh, sharing the second spot of largest tits in his growing harem of willing sex slaves with Jaina. Soft, tanned skin, covered in beads of sweat, trembled under him as he made Onyxia orgasm, with no clear border where her last one ended and her next one started. Her hands uselessly moved around above her head, instinctively grabbing at nothing. Taking one of them, Anduin intertwined his fingers.

“Look at me,” the High Kind demanded, bowed over her face. Love in her eyes, she obeyed. “In a few seconds, you will be mine forever,” he told her, speeding up his thrusts. The slapping of his groin against her ass was almost as loud as her wordless, anticipating screams. “Three….” He hammered her gushing cunt. “Two…” his balls started to tense, ready to send out the rush of cum she so desperately desired. “One…” A final thrust and her thighs clenched like never before, her writhing pussy tensing all around him.

Anduin was too lost in pleasure to add any final words, as his cum pumped into her eager womb. Struggling valiantly for two seconds, Onyxia tried to keep up the eye contact, as her scream went silent. Then all control over her own body was relinquished and she felt the true height of ecstasy. Mouth in an O-shape, golden eyes rolled up, she was a tense mess unable to think.

The final reality of her willing enslavement hit her as a wave of unforgettable pleasure. She was his now, she didn’t even try to think otherwise. His cum painted her insides white, the magic within spreading through her body like a rush of electric satisfaction. Once it reached her head, the gold of her eyes was temporarily drowned out by a dark purple. Around her hairless cunt, lines of shadow magic appeared on her body, marking her forever as an obedient nymphomaniac in consensual service to the High King.

Although that pleasure was physically more intense, it was truly the filling of her womb with virile cum that brought her the greatest satisfaction. Potent, she could feel his seed taking root in her fertile womb somehow. It was the single most intense impregnation of her life and the only one ever in this body. Only this one mattered, as far as the Broodmother was concerned. Only this child from the man that had shown her the path to true happiness and ecstasy, and all that would follow now that she would follow him down that path until their end. Her tail wrapped happily around his leg.

She had to let go a moment later, as Anduin pulled out and looked at his newest sex slave with approval. It made her shiver, she had never been looked at by anyone with as much care and tenderness. “All five of you, before my cock,” he commanded the dragonesses. They followed it immediately all kneeling before him. “Worship.”

Onyxia was to his left, happily serving alongside those who were now her breeding sisters. Next to her was Ysera, as lovingly kissing the side of his cock as ever. Eagerly tasting the virility, Alexstrasza was in front of him, her tongue swirling around the glands. Stellagosa to Anduin’s right, having that side of his cock to himself. Chromie, too short to properly compete in kissing his cock, was instead tongue-bathing his balls.

His cock was never monopolized by any one of them, always worked on by all. The sight, the moans, the obedience, they all pleasure Anduin immensely. He let them work their greedy, submitted skills until he felt another orgasm rising. A massive one, he came all over their faces and tits, covering their smooth bodies with streaks of white.

He had marked one of each dragon flight now, four Aspects and one guaranteed to inherit. His harem had grown tremendously in beauty, the Wrynn lineage, reduced only to him in this generation, secure in their many wombs.

And his plans to rule Azeroth through firm love and lust one giant step further along.