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Who a King must do Chapter 33 – To Quel’thalas
🕑 Added 2019-12-28 19:48:55 +0000 UTCAnduin had snuck out at the darkest point of the night. With him were six (or seven, depending on how one counted) of his women. Xal’atath and K’ara were always with him, as they were bound to his weapons, the Blade of the Black Empire and Shalamayne respectively.
Vereesa had insisted on coming along, not wanting to be separated while she was so close to giving in completely, as well as wanting to see her homeland again. Valeera and Vanessa were his infiltration experts and both present to make sure this entire mission went over as smoothly as it could. Lastly, Baela and Mizzy were present as navigators and, in the case of the former, for knowing the right routes to smuggle them through.
Truthfully, Mizzy was a bit unneeded on the mission, but Anduin wanted the extra brainpower, among other things, the gnome could provide. Once at Stormwind’s harbour, they boarded a previously picked ship. A large, old, and wooden vessel, recently sold by the military. As the Alliance’s fleet was modernizing by the day, replacing wood, sail and wind with metal, engine and Slutstud, such older ships were offered at stupendously low prices to the merchants that could use them. Just another thing that boosted Stormwind’s economy, as those massive, repurposed warships made for tremendous trade vessels.
However, even if the interior was rethought as storage, the ships remained fundamentally designed for war. Although the entire thing looked decommissioned for war, it still had a tremendous amount of firepower. No longer fit to keep up with the Alliance’s ascending naval supremacy, the wooden warship still bore the concealed power required to blast any of the Horde’s current designs into smithereens.
The trader who had acquired the vessel had, in truth, been a shadow company Anduin had Vanessa set up exactly for situations he needed to covertly set out. It wasn’t being tracked by anyone, it wouldn’t be missed by the army, it was as stealthy as a ship could be and it could defend itself if they were spotted after all. If Anduin could have, he would have sailed with the Master’s Pride, but the ridiculously sized warship heading out while the king wasn’t attending court would have allowed too many to draw the correct conclusions.
As for the crew that would accompany them on their journey, it was a mixture of three forces. Anduin’s own bodyguard and Maiev’s Watchers were both elite forces with unquestionable loyalty that had at least some experiences in handling waterborne vessels. Those two forces were tightly linked, the latter overwhelmingly sex slaves to the former, a few free-use sluts notwithstanding. The third party was Baela’s old pirate crew, previously loyal to her and now made even more loyal thanks to their integration into Stormwind society.
Predominantly male, the racially mixed crew may have been annoyed that their shortstack captain had been permanently claimed by Anduin, but that annoyance was put down low quite quickly when the remaining women in the crew learned the pleasure of getting used as cumbuckets. A strong sense of comradery among them, there was a quick agreement found among the former pirates that all booty on the ship was shared. What ill-will remained was eliminated when a number of slaves was gifted to them to equalize the gender ratio and make things less gangbang based.
Anduin and his slaves boarded the ship. Underdeck, he retreated to a luxurious cove (by ship standards anyway) and waited. They waited until the next day to set out, to work with the tides, but also because a ship that set out during night-time was naturally conspicuous. He only noticed they were on the seas, eventually, because he looked out of the window when he realized the swaying of the waves had gotten more intense than a harbour allowed.
Still, he didn’t leave his room on the ship. There were too many hunters out there that had learned to tame birds and to many mages or shamans that had learned how to look at things from a large distance. Not that he lacked anything to do where he was.
Magic kept the sheets clean and any sort of bodily filth from soiling the room in general throughout the journey. A luxury that was direly needed, given the raw amount of debauchery they experienced. What the magic didn’t naturally clean up, K’ara was happy to take care off. Even by the third day of the trip, the room still looked as good as new.
Anduin was lying on his back, naked on the silk sheets of his soft bed. His head rested on Xal’atath’s smooth thighs, the old goddess stroking his hair with a love that should have been impossible for her kind to feel. Valeera was giving him dried meat, fresh fruits and water, not the most luxurious of foodstuff, but quite high in quality given their mobile surroundings. K’ara and Vanessa were cleaning up Vereesa in a nearby bathtub, endlessly refilling with hot, clean water, no matter how much was drained out of a pipe and simply dumped into the ocean. Their bodies had been sticky with semen moments ago, and even the simple cleaning touches between the three of them caused gasps and moans. They were all still sensitive from what Anduin had done to them minutes ago.
Baela and Mizzy had their turn currently, attending to his cock. The short slaves had first cleaned him with their mouths and then, after sharing the load their lips had milked from him, gotten into a small fight who got to ride him first. Anduin had threatened that none of them would get anything if his dick wasn’t getting attention in the next three seconds. It was a joke, he would never have robbed them of their turn, but the two shortstacks took it deadly serious.
Without any further communication, they had turned their backs to each other, sitting on either side of his hips, and pressed their butts together, his cock at the centre. The voluptuous flesh of their asses was smooth and squishy against his super hard erection. Although his dick was enormous and the girls were short, their bubble butts were big and round. On a human, it would have looked disproportionate. On them, it looked just right and sexy.
What the size of their backsides couldn’t cover, they made up for with the shaking. Up and down they moved his slick member. Although the experience was far behind the proper penetration of any holes in the direct pleasure department, the visual stimulation couldn’t be denied. Especially as the pink-haired gnome and black-haired goblin had a rhythm only subservient sex slaves could share.
That wasn’t to say they were in perfect sync, like the Eredar Twins would have been. Quite the opposite, in fact. The shortstacks were in clear competition with each other, pushing their plump butts against each other, as if they could shove the other away. They moved up and down, sometimes at once, sometimes anti-symmetrical, sometimes de-synchronized entirely and circled their hips, steadily wrestling for control. They also wrestled with the surroundings. The sea outside was wild today, not stormy but unsteady, and so things steadily swayed. Something that added another dimension to the shorties’ movements, as they moved like a finely tuned scale. The shared rhythm came from the understanding that they needed each other to entirely wrap around their master’s girthy cock.
Anduin lustfully groaned, feeling their wet, lust-swollen cunts brush against his legs with every up and down of their hips. Although the act did nothing to directly stimulate them, the two short sex slaves were extremely turned on by their own worship of his dick. “Stud,” Baela gasped, “giant-cocked stud, my Master, Anduin, such a good, gargantuan cock!”
“My genius, brave Master,” Mizzy moaned in the same, adoring style, “my Anduin with the perfect body, and a cock better than any gnomish mind could ever engineer! Mhhhm- massshtaaaaah!” Both of them suddenly started to shout in pleasure, as Anduin had reached down to finger their tight cunts. It caused their motions to grow more heated, and a little more sluggish, but that hardly mattered. He was already on teetering on the edge.
Within seconds, he had brought both of them orgasm with his skilled fingers, at the exact same time as he himself came. Cum flew high into the air, came down in a shower that covered his lower abdomen, parts of the bed and the two nymphomaniacs in the sticky, thick fluid. Their faces pointed upwards, mouth wide open from climactic screams. As they felt the hot seed rain down on their faces, their lips parted wider, their tongues reached out.
Strands and drops landed all over them, forced them to close their eyes and moan with every little bit that they tasted. It messed up their hair and plastered on their backs. Most of it fell straight back down, covering their bubble butts. Although Anduin appreciated the cum-covered look on both of them, he had to admit that the intense whiteness of his virile seed stood out more intensely on Baela’s green skin.
Regardless, the goblin had gotten a very thorough reward fucking just a few days ago, so Anduin’s first choice fell on Mizzy to warm his cock thoroughly. Grabbing the tinker by the hips, he lifted her onto his cock effortlessly and slid into her pussy, still quivering from her orgasm. The entire body of the first Slutstud affected gnomish female was designed, or had been mutated rather, for the sole purpose of getting breed by dominant, sadistic men with large cocks.
As such, being impaled by Anduin’s dick, something that would not have fit into a normal gnome’s pussy, just stretched the pregnant slave’s inside to accommodate. A process that was almost all pleasure, with just a hint of pain, the sweet kind that the masochistic piece of meat appreciated. All she could do, as her soft butt squished against Anduin’s groin, was scream in pleasure. Then, when he grabbed her throat from behind, choked her until no more air was left to fuel wordless ecstasy or formulated thoughts, all she could do was squirt.
The fresh cumstains on the sheet had barely begun to shrink from the beds magical properties, when the gnomes clear pussy juices added new, damp spots. Something that only found an unreliable seal in the form of Baela’s lips, licking what she could of Anduin’s cock and pleasing Mizzy’s clit at all other times. ‘The quicker she passes out, the quicker I get Master’s giant cock inside me!’ she thought.
Anduin dragged Mizzy up by the throat, her arms and twin-tails dangling, quivering from ecstasy. Gooey strands of cum pulled stretched between her butt and his groin, as she was raised and the cheeks reclaimed their spherical shapes – only to be reduced to squish and jiggle, along the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, when she was violently slammed back down.
Covered in seed and moaning with whatever feeble, hacked-off noises she could force through the grip around her neck, the gnome was a filthy display of enslaved meat. “By the Light, I have such sexy slaves,” Anduin complimented, earning himself universal, approving moans. Although Mizzy’s thoughts were far gone, her body remembered what she had to do, her equally short but plump legs stopped quivering limply and properly straddled her master.
Now that she moved on her own, Anduin was free to place some attention elsewhere, and he was feeling a craving for a liquid sweeter than water. “Valeera,” he said to get her attention, not that the blonde elf had directed it anywhere else. “Enough of the food and drink, something more pleasurable is in order.” He smiled at his second wife and stated, rather bluntly, “Sit on my face.”
“That is a command I will follow with all the glee I can muster,” the golden-eyed woman grinned back and put the foodstuff in Xal’atath’s hand. The Old Goddess clicked her tongue, annoyed that she wasn’t chosen, but backed off. The warmth of her purple thighs under his head was missed immediately, the soft cushions rough in comparison, but Valeera’s toned legs soon surrounded him on all other sides instead.
Almost entirely deafened and blinded by the thickness of her legs and the fatness of her bubble butt, he felt touch and pleasure much more intensely. Mizzy’s ass as it squished against his groin over and over again, Baela’s tongue working his shaft and the gnome’s pussy, the insides of the pink-haired shortstack constricting and stretching around his cock, the cunt of Valeera quivering when his tongue immediately touched one of her most sensitive spots.
Sweet pussy juice spilled in his mouth, the greedy slurping joined the other depraved, wet noises in the room. Anduin let go of Mizzy’s throat and held onto Valeera’s ass instead. One butt jiggled around his cock, the other he dug deep trenches into, both were soft, firm and hot. He soon felt Valeera’s hands on his chest, looking to support her weight. Although his ears were blocked, he could hear her high-pitched panting as his tongue was working her sensitive pussy. Naked in her presence of her master, having watched him fuck those shortstacks, of course she was horny and sensitive.
Anduin himself didn’t expect to last much longer. Giving the elf’s ass a few naughty spanks, he felt his orgasm rising. Mizzy also felt it in the way his cock quivered. “Give it to… give it to me, give it to me… fill me with your cum!” she panted wildly, as forced herself to move beyond her orgasmic thrashing. Quicker and quicker, until the intense clapping of her ass was the loudest noise in the room. Then there was silence, she dropped down when she couldn’t take it anymore, when her instincts said it was fine. One blissful moment, all that moved was the twitching of her insides around the tense cock inside her.
Then the cum flooded Mizzy with ferocious intensity. Screams echoed, from her and Valeera, as they both came with immense intensity, at the hands (well, cock and tongue) of their master. Her tiny, bred womb was filled with the High King’s baby batter. Spurt after spurt hot, white jizz made her mind swirl and her eyelids flutter. Baela’s tongue on her nipples didn’t help either, the green-skin skilfully licking her breasts clean, while slender fingers ferociously rubbed the gnome’s swollen clit.
As the former pirate had hoped, Mizzy soon collapsed from the pleasure, slumping to the side. “Cock… cock ish shoo good… mashtah’s cock,” the pink-haired tinker gasped, as the erect member slid out of her. When Mizzy ultimately fell into the mattress, and her tight pussy let go of her master’s dick, it bounced back into the straight, upwards pointing position.
Pulsating, covered in pussy juice, pre-cum, and with a last few drops of cloudy white dribbling from the tip, the mighty erection demanded to be tended to. Even without Anduin’s voice to tell her, Baela hurried to oblige. It would be a sin to leave her master without pleasure. Doing the quickest thing she could think off, she wrapped her sizable, cum-coated chest around the slick shaft.
“Fuck, he is so big,” the size-queen gasped, even her breasts unable to cover more than half of her master’s cock. Anduin didn’t care, only groaned into Valeera’s cunt, as the squishy meat was pressed around him. Fingers sinking into the sides of the pillowy breasts, Baela began moving. Legs and torso created a steady up and down, while her hands circled. To Anduin, it felt like he was getting the softest, squishiest and stickiest massage.
Cum and precum mixed with saliva. It dripped from Baela’s extended tongue, licking and circling the engorged head whenever it was in reach, and lusting for the taste whenever it was not. Panting heavily, she moaned out her master’s name. The titfuck was getting her closer and closer. Her chest had become so sensitive with training she had received, training to be a good little cumslut. Anduin’s magical seed, lubricating the motion, only furthered that sensitivity further. Her entire body felt like one erogenous zone, even the little turmoil in the air causing her to gasp.
Her pussy gushed with every stroke she completed, every taste she got of his precum. Soon, she could resist no longer. She hunched over Anduin’s dick, encapsulated the head with her lips, and sucked like the thirsty sex slave she was. Bobbing up and down on the upper third of his cock, with her tits still spilling around and massaging the base, she approached that wonderfully threatening point of no return.
Just as the orgasm caused her to wet the sheets with overflowing pussy juice, her mouth was filled with his seed. Moaning and screaming, muffled by the cock she shoved as far down her mouth as her position allowed, Baela’s body trembled under the might of the climax. Anduin’s hips rose from the sheets, as wave after wave of thick cum filled the stacked goblin’s mouth. All the while, his tongue delivered another orgasm to Valeera as well.
To her shame, Baela found herself unable to drink all of her master’s load. The thick cream filled her mouth quicker than she could swallow, several strands dripping past the tight seal of her lips and onto her already defiled breast.
Anduin noticed this, when he had Valeera get off him. The elf sat aside, deeply satisfied but simultaneously ready for so much more. For now, however, she was back at the side lines. After letting the rest of his orgasm subside, the High King spoke up. “You failed to take in all my seed, slave,” his voice was deep, his tone reprimanding, if only playfully.
“I’m sho shorrryyyy, my Master,” Baela gasped, still getting wrecked by aftershocks. “Pleashe, pleashe forgiveeee meeeeee.”
“I will… after punishing you,” Anduin stated and then grabbed the cum covered greenskin. In a quick whirl of motions, their positions were reversed. Baela’s tiny body lay flat on the sheets, glistening from sweat and cum, both soaking into the bed. Only her ass was slightly raised, the meat softly jiggling as she presented herself. Anduin gave it a hard slap, ripples running all the way to her meaty thighs. “Remain lying until I have filled you with all the cum I want, slut,” he informed her of her punishment.
The black-haired goblin squealed with joy, then only purred, as her master grabbed her by the hair and smashed her face into the soft mattress. Anduin angled his cock with the other hand and effortlessly slid into her cunt. Her pussy enveloped his slick cock, stretched out to encompass his size, and he started fucking her hard.
“Tiny, tight whore,” he growled, spanking her when his hips weren’t already slapping against her bubble butt. Several imprints of his hand appeared as darker shade of green on her right cheek. Every time he added another one, Baela’s muffled screams of delight echoed in the lustfilled cabin. Every time, her head instinctively tried to rise. Every time, his grip kept her down and her pussy gushing.
‘MORE! DOMINATE ME MORE, YOU KING-SIZED STUD!’ she screamed in her thoughts, as her open mouth salivated into the sheets. He was using her to get off as quick as possible. Her body was turning him on and that made so horny, she couldn’t believe there had been sex before he met him. All of it felt shallow in comparison, like it had just been a test for this, the real thing.
And the real thing kept hammering into her, splitting her beyond the navel and caused her to empty her lungs in delighted moans. “Take it all!” Anduin gasped and came to a sudden halt deep inside her. A moment of absolute tenseness, then release. Seed flooded her pussy, one of his many personal cumdumps. His arm was almost as tense as his cock, as Baela’s mind went as white as her insides were painted, holding the green shortstack in place.
Not even done with his own orgasm, Anduin resumed his movements. He would fill her up several more times, then leave her to clean herself. A cycle that had repeated itself several times this day, of the girls getting filled up and covered with semen. Then they would clean themselves and Anduin would do it to them all over again. Aside from Vereesa and Vanessa, everyone was pregnant anyhow. It didn’t matter, outside the satisfaction of defiling every last centimetre of their bodies, how much of his seed landed where. Breeding them had already been successful, the most primitive and primary goal of fucking was fulfilled.
While he loved the way Baela’s tight walls clenched and writhed around his cock, Anduin did want some change from spanking her juicy ass. His eyes travelled to Xal’atath, who looked back expectantly. After Valeera had gotten attention earlier, there was a silent understanding that the Old Goddess would naturally be next. She presented herself so juicily as well. Her wavy, dark purple hair framed her noble face and played around her large breasts. Round, juicy things, of a pale blue, crowned by slightly darker nipples. They shifted pleasingly when she parted her legs with a suggestive gesture of her hands. Her blue pussy lips were already dripping with translucent black pussy juice.
“Vanessa, come here,” Anduin stated, turning his head away. He could feel, even without looking, the Old Goddess disappointment with that decision. Not scorn or annoyance, Xal’atath would have never dared to feel aggressively towards the commands of her master, only disappointment that she wasn’t chosen. That was the reason why Anduin did it, it fuelled his dominating satisfaction. ‘I will make it up to her later,’ he thought regardless, not about to leave anyone unsatisfied.
Vanessa VanCleef hurriedly rose from the bathtub and, still wet, strut over. The heavy waves did little to hinder her sense of balance, only made the breasts and short black hair of the Rogue jiggle. With how she glistened from soapy water, that display was most pleasing.
Having felt the need for some more juicy tits equally to the need to show Xal’atath her place, Vanessa had been the logical choice. Her tits were only a tad smaller than Xal’atath’s or Jaina’s (before her pregnancy). If she hadn’t taken alchemical measures to prevent her own pregnancy, maybe the former Defias’ leader would also had her tits grown to such levels. The only thing preventing Anduin from delivering this fate to her was that he still needed her to keep the underbelly of society, those that didn’t follow his words, under control. Something that would have been very hard during the later stages of her pregnancy and doubly hard after she gave birth to a golden-haired child.
Once there was peace and tranquillity in the Alliance and Azeroth, he would bred her without a second thought. Until then, indulging in her body would be enough. And what a body it was. Curvy and smooth, with taut skin of a healthy pink tint. Aforementioned sizable breasts flowing into a narrow waist, round bottom and soft thighs. All features that her encounters with Anduin, fewer they may have been, had elevated. All the Light and Shadow magic that seeped into her through his semen, impregnated or not, had its effects.
Once she had hated him for his family name, now she was a loyal slave. “Master,” she gasped, when his mouth devoured her left hard, pink nipple. The other breast was groped by his hand. Her cleaned form was already getting defiled, traces of Anduin’s cum getting smeared on her tit. All Vanessa could was moan. “I am so happy you showed me the truth, as much as it had hurt! Otherwise, I never could have been here with you!”
He kissed his way to the valley of her bosom. While twisting her nipple, he raised Baela’s head and pressed it between Vanessa’s legs instead. Once she had been quite bushy down there, but, for the High King, she had shaved herself clean. The High King’s mark was clear to see for everyone because of that. Although that marginally raised her chances of getting found out, Vanessa just couldn’t hide this part of her, was she too proud to be owned by him.
To the underworld, she was known as Vanessa VanCleef, a beautiful femme fatale that had stopped in her seductive ways now that she had built the biggest crime syndicate since the Defias had been shattered. Right here, she was only Vanessa, all her curves and all her being that of a subservient woman. Her full, pink lips were parted in wild gasps, her cute nose reddened like the rest of her face.
More of Anduin’s kisses was all she wanted, but his skilfully massaging hand and the greedy tongue of her fellow slave were things she ecstatically embraced as well. “Vengeance is so empty compared to this,” she gasped. “With all… aaaahh…” His lips were on her neck now, “…with all I did, is it truly fine for me to be this happy, Master?”
He nibbled at her earlobe, before he whispered, “You are repenting, my Vanessa.” Those words sent shivers of joy and relief down her spine. “Continue on this path, and you deserve all the happiness you denied yourself in your empty pursuit.” Finally, he kissed her lips. All he tasted on her soft lips was rosewater. Her light blue eyes were half-closed and glistening, all of the fulfilment of the moment putting tears into them. “You are beautiful now, everything of you.”
“Thank you, Anduin,” she gasped, then let out a lengthy moan as Baela’s tongue pushed her over the edge. Just in time for the goblin’s tongue to stop working, as she was filled with a second load of Anduin’s cum. While the goblin remained savagely pinned down, Vanessa lovingly ran her hands through Anduin’s hair – answered his kiss in kind when it returned to her lips.
The High King came hard, the duality of fulfilment in love and dominance making the moment one of fantastic pleasure. Baela’s womb was stretched until her stomach showed it, just like the still incoherent Mizzy at the side. Also, exactly like the gnome, Baela’s mind shut down at this amount of raw ecstasy. Something that fit Anduin just right, as he was ready to move on to the next ready cunt.
He chose to say nothing, he just pulled out of Baela and moved a bit to the side, to put Vanessa properly in the bed in front of him. Their lips only parted for seconds at a time, even when he penetrated her, her soft moans echoed in his mouth. He may not been able to plant an heir in her just yet, but he could still give her all the love she had earned herself.
The remaining journey to Quel’thalas gave ample time for this.
