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Who a King must do Chapter 31 – Slaveforge and Stormwind developments
🕑 Added 2019-11-09 08:55:59 +0000 UTCWhat does one get when crossing a small mountain range with dwarves, mages, a highly motivated and satisfied workforce of masters and slaves alike and the need to create a dwelling place for thousands of sexy demons, willing to reward every bit of progress made? A quickly growing network of underground paths filled with moans and delight, of course.
In the span of a month, the mountains that technically separated Stormwind and Dalaran became a sort of city on its own. Massive areas were carved out of the mountains, reshaping it inside. Halls and tunnels and private quarters, they all formed inside. Outside as well, as the typical dwarven fortress buildings began to protrude from the natural rock like mushrooms from a tree.
Although there were a number of differences to them as well. The dwarves were leading the building efforts, without a doubt. Regardless, there was a number of different influences. Draenei architects and technology, night elven druids, gnomish ingenuity and human practicality, they all added a little bit to design to create a new kind of architecture. Artful, solid, built for eternity, but easy to use and navigate, all illuminated by purple crystals.
The demons for which this new area was built also added their changes to it. In older times, that would have been flailed skulls, the stench of sulphur and rotting meat, in all likelihood. However, as those demons were already subservient and exclusively of the sexual variety, the whole complex was slowly conquered by the best kind of perversion. Red and emerald fires illuminated private quarters, doors were a rarity, fel runes heat up a natural spring they found under the mountain, causing the entire tunnel system to soon feel pleasantly warm and perfectly humid.
After the two weeks had passed, the whole thing had taken such a scope that Anduin acknowledged it as a new district in Stormwind. They called it Slaveforge. A reference to dwarven naming conventions in combination with the obvious purpose. Once the name was given, Anduin transferred the governance of the district to Aclysia.
The demon hunter was part succubus herself and Anduin trusted her more to run a district in his interests than Alythess and Sacrolash. Not that he doubted that the eredar twins were loyal, just whether they had a lot of experience or even interest in proper governance. Plus, Aclysia was one of his wives, so she should have a standing above the slaves.
Two more weeks passed, during which Slaveforge showed no signs of slowing down in its expansion. Every day, hundreds of cubic metres were carved out. In a natural movement that Anduin had little influence over, the whorehouses in the dwarven districts were relocated to Slaveforge. He didn’t quite know the reasoning behind it, but it shifted the order of the city quite a bit. As it was at that point in point, Stormwind had grown tremendously in every aspect.
Stormwind Harbour had been expanded for the war effort anyhow, but now the Exodar was laying there as well. The former spaceship was home to most draenei slaves and, as such, a popular place for sailors and soldiers to take the edge off. A few humans had also taken up permanent residence there, as they preferred the crystalline architecture. Nobody had anything against master’s moving in with slaves, of course.
Ships left here on the daily, hurriedly transporting excess stone to the growing city of Valeeria.
Up from there, Lion’s Rest was the sole place in the entire city where nobody was having sex. The resting place of Varian Wrynn was respected. People still walked around there in little or no clothing, depending on the heat of the day, because that had become the thing to wear in Stormwind. As to dirtying the area with sexual fluids or desecrate a grave by having sex on top of it, nobody was that depraved.
The Cathedral Square had finished its remodelling. It was separated into three areas, Light at the westside, Shadow at the eastside and Twilight in between. Light was dedicated to the Cult of the Perfect Slave headed by K’ara and her naaru. She had somewhat eased the entering restrictions. Now women could join the cult whenever they wanted, even if they had been fucked many times before or even when they had a master. They just had to swear not to use their proper holes for the duration of their training, not even with their master. Popularity exploded; some people were into this sort of forced restriction from one another. If the longing got too great, blowjobs were still allowed.
Shadow dedicated to Xal’atath and her Cult of Freeuse, on the opposite side. It was much easier to enter there, basically everyone could come and stay, men and women alike if they so desired, although the latter was much more common. Challenged by the naaru, the old goddess decided that they should also train their members, rather than just be a depraved place of regular orgies. The members of her cult were trained in all the arts of sex and, thanks to a much wider arrange of practice, outpaced the Light cult by quite the margin.
Basically, the Light cult produced sluts that were perfect servants and great sluts while the Shadow cult produced perfect sluts and great servants. Priorities and kind of training shifted, but both were highly sought after by the humans of Stormwind. Managing to become the sole master of either set them up for a long and satisfied love life.
In the Twilight area of the Cathedral Square, Arch Bishop Omnius governed over the new Church of Stormwind. Orgies during the mess were part of the program, every weekend of the year became dedicated to some sort of body type or part to be worshipped and generally things were just fulfilled, spiritually and physically.
The Mage Quarter profited from Dalaran’s proximity quite a bit. One might have expected that one of the two magic-oriented areas would leech the people from the other, but that wasn’t the case. Rather, Stormwind’s Mage Quarter became dedicated to all the fun uses of magic while Dalaran stayed in line with its old traditions of proper usage. They had a synergistic effect, one teaching one thing so the other could concentrate on theirs.
The Dwarven District, formerly home to most of the brothels and whorehouses, quickly reclaimed all the empty houses, left behind when the Exodus to Slaveforge happened. It did so by virtue of the Dwarven District’s second hallmark rapidly expanding: crafting.
Be it weapons, tanks, armour, fetish gear, masonry or whatever else, the Dwarven District developed further and better. Stormwinds economy experienced another spike, apparently the people had only waited for an opportunity to buy additional buildings to put more workers in. A few whorehouses stayed in the area, usually merging with inns, so the hard-working men didn’t have to walk too far for relief.
The Trade District changed the least. It was a complete mixture of everything, dominated by the presence of Stormwinds wealthiest. Expensive inns, small parks, private houses, they were all filled with moaning all the time, and everything was built around the bank and the auction house, were people traded everything that was produced, managing the vast Stormwind economy.
The adjacent Old Town was the main residential district of Stormwind. It had the most affordable houses in the highest density. Anduin had recently signed a bill that would make it so the Old Town would receive some attention in the department of restructuring. The common people deserved more of the economical advancements Stormwind had made. Not that anybody was complaining at the time. The average household in Stormwind consisted of one man, his wife and two subservient sex slaves. It was hard to be properly annoyed with anything when the food was cheap and good and the women were hot and horny.
Some people even suggested that Anduin should remodel Stormwind Keep instead. The palace looked somewhat unimpressive now. No wonder, with the settled spaceship and district sized cathedral to the west of it and the Slaveforge and spires of Dalaran to the east. Anduin had no use for more space, however, so he declined.
Although originally meant only for the demons, after the whole month had passed, Slaveforge was now the main hub for all masterless slaves. Night elves, gnomes, dwarves, draenei and all the unclaimed demons were there. There were three types of slaves in Stormwind, broadly speaking. Those that had found a master, those that wanted to find a master and those that wanted to be public property. The first group was the clear majority. It usually didn’t take too long for a men and a women to find each other and decide that she was best served serving him alone for the rest of her life. The second group were the fewest, again by a fair margin. There were always sluts out of the third group that eventually faded into the second, or suddenly found themselves in the first group when falling in love, but regardless, the third group was the second largest and by no means small.
There were thousands of women that loved the life as public property. They wanted to serve as many as needed it, as strippers and cumdumps and servants. They were the young and wild ones that wanted to fool around before binding themselves properly. To support their lifestyle, an easy magic that prevented pregnancies was soon developed. It was a sort of blessing that could be lifted whenever the afflicted wanted so. For those slaves that failed to use it or were already pregnant, it was never a problem to find a master that would take responsibility. The people of Stormwind, despite their depraved lifestyle, were honourable to the core.
Slaveforge was also the road between Stormwind and Dalaran. More accurately, the now broad tunnel that connected the two places was from where all the sidearms of the district grew. The deeper one went, the more depraved it got, until the moans of lust and anguish were omnipresent. As for the city of mages, it had been completely settled in the former basin now. Druids and shamans had moved the earth to make it seem like it had always been there and nothing indicated it would move anytime soon.
As a matter of fact, Anduin was currently returning from a Council of Six meeting, in which it had very much seen like nobody ever wanted to leave again. Unlike Anduin’s court, the much smaller council had no restriction to oral during important meetings. Archmages had a slightly better mental discipline than the average noble. With that in mind, Khadgar had been balls-deep inside one of his three succubae sluts he had brought with him at all times. It turned out Khadgar had a bit of fetish for sexy fel creatures, particularly those that were immensely masochistic. The High King couldn’t say that he was terribly surprised by that news.
Khadgar spanked and slapped them while they begged for more and the archmage was all too willing to give them all he could. When he wasn’t fucking their faces, he was usually taking them up the ass. Only when they begged for his seed, did he cave and thrust into their dripping wet pussies. They would have likely begged to be impregnated, if they weren’t already. They all bore the mark of the Rite of Breeding above their groins. Intricate lines of pink or dark blue that formed a stylized
heart. With that mark on their body, the one they had conducted the rite with could knock them up freely.
As they were all clearly enjoying themselves and Khadgar was moving within the same frame of sexual ‘cruelty’ as Anduin, the High King felt some sort of kinship with the much older man. Although his obsession with banging demons was a bit much.
Ansirem, Karlain and Vargoth had a more equal distribution. Demon slaves were the easiest to come by, but they had all secured themselves the services of some regular women as well. Lastly, there was Modera, the sole female (excluding Jaina) and longest-standing member of the council.
Like most women, she had discovered her submissive streak in this world of slaves and masters. In public, she maintained her previous position and remained content to be a leader. When it came to sex, however, she wanted to be on her knees and to be commanded. A wonderful dichotomy, as Anduin found.
Also like all other humans, she was profiting greatly from the excessive amount of magic in the air. Light and Shadow had already been pumping through Stormwind and its immediate surroundings, Fel and Arcane now joined the mix and easily enveloped Dalaran as well. The effects of this could be felt all the way down to Goldshire in their full effect. People needed less sleep, old wrinkles smoothed over and colour returned to long greyed hair. Tits became firm when they had long been saggy, sometimes even went up a cup size. Butts became round, shapelier. Everyone had an easier time loosing weight and gaining muscles. People slept less and felt more refreshed. Women that had been barren due to age or medical issues suddenly found themselves fruitful again. Men found themselves able to last for much longer and go several times in a row. Everyone was beautiful, happy and sated in basically all desires. Humans, the prime mortal race of Azeroth, seemed to be on the path to at least effective immortality, as everyone under thirty continued to age normally and everyone above apparently went backwards.
Modera, already an old archmage, was affected by this much quicker than the average person. Anduin had thought her to be about 90, but she had looked like 50. Now, without any wrinkles and her hair fully returned to its auburn colour, late twenties was the most accurate. Although she was a council member, she didn’t say a word throughout the entire meeting. Instead, she immediately had walked over to Anduin, dropped to his knees and, begging with her eyes, begun sucking his cock when he allowed her to.
Council meetings were usually held standing, some odd tradition, but it made for a pleasingly different angle during sex. While sitting was out, squatting was perfectly allowed. Whether Modera would become one of his personal slaves remained to be seen. He hadn’t offered and she hadn’t asked. Yet, in both cases. She was beautiful and powerful, a woman of wits and influence. All the things that qualified her for Anduin’s mission of dominating women of might into his harem. There was no need to hurry though. Her track record had her at reliable, unadventurous and thoughtful. While he had not directly offered her a place on this throne, he had hinted at the possibility. Until she answered, her was more than happy just having her service him during these council meetings.
From Valeera, he had heard that she only slept with women in her free time. To someone who liked his property to be, well, HIS property, Anduin found that news wonderful. It was basically a certainty that, given time, she would beg for his brand. For the moment, she was mulling over the decision to become a breeding slave so quickly. Also, having her in addition to Jaina would have given Anduin two votes on the council. Not that anybody protested his decisions anyway.
While all of this did stop him from fucking her pussy, she was very much open to the back-entrance suggestion. Like Khadgar with his demons, Anduin spent a lot of the meeting riding the luscious archmage. When she needed a rest, Tyrande and Shandris were all too happy to take over. Vereesa had also been with them, but didn’t join them. She did strip and openly masturbate while watching, however.
Anduin had, of course, been attending as substitute of Jaina. His first wife was seven months pregnant now and, on the insistence of Anduin, had distanced herself from all work that required her to travel a longer distance or could otherwise stress her too much. That council meeting had only been about numbers and budget allocations anyway.
He was returning on foot. A portal between the palace and the tower the council resided in had been established some time ago, but the High King enjoyed the weather. Late autumn leaves tumbled, whispering in the wind and the smell of fertile earth was in the air. Only the cold breezes, he did not appreciate, but that was going to be a thing of the past in the future. The massive crystal pylons stood around Stormwind now, all they needed was an energy source adequate to power the city-wide heating magic.
He had the raw amount of people, now he just needed a nexus to focus all of that power. Negotiations to access that power were currently held in secret. He had to pull strings with people that were difficult to contact, including Turalyon, Bane and Velen, to just get the chance at the meeting he needed.
‘I do wish Modera makes her choice soon,’ Anduin thought, remembering her lips around his cock. Soft, rejuvenated, the red colour looking wonderful in her pale face and around his throbbing shaft. She had been quite good at taking him, only the slightest gag reflex triggering when he was all the way down her throat with his immense cock. Even when he had pounded her ass, she had immediately been able to take all of him and screamed so loudly he had to choke her so the meeting could continue without a hitch. That had only made her squirt.
Since he knew she wasn’t practicing with other men, he wondered whether Modera had secretly been visiting the Church of the Perfect Slave. If he had asked K’ara, he would have found out that he was dead-on with that suspicion, but the High King didn’t want to ruin the surprise for himself. What that little remembering did, however, was cause his steps to become awkward. The titanic erection, both in size and hardness, spread his flexible pants and bounced around.
Vereesa noticed first, as she walked next to him, while Tyrande and Shandris needed a few seconds to realize. “Do you need relief, Master?” Tyrande asked. Unlike him, the two night elves wore only thin clothes, elves had less problems with the cold. Shandris wore a silver robe and the collar Anduin had gifted her, while Tyrande also brandished the sacred jewellery of her priesthood, silver pieces with light blue crystals. They had been transformed by Elune herself, from symbols of power to accessories that wrapped around Tyrande’s limbs in ways that underlined her athletic form while leaving all soft parts of her easy to grab and never got in the way during sex. Even the diadem in her wild, turquoise hair was designed first to keep her hair out of her face and second to be something that he could grab when he ravaged her face.
If he hadn’t been erect already, the sight of the two night elves slightly parting their lips and basically salivating at the mere sizes of the tent his pants had become would have done it. ‘Three elves,’ he corrected himself, glancing at Vereesa.
The high elf had not done any more than suck his cock yet. Well, that wasn’t quite true. She had swam with the stream in several ways and definitely gotten more depraved. For example, she had absolutely no reluctance to show herself naked in public anymore. Similarly, she was masturbating frequently and intensely. Especially when she was giving Anduin a blowjob. She had been sleeping in the palace for two and in the same bed as him for one week. Since then, he had his tongue inside her delicious pussy numerous times.
It was clear that she was enjoying herself and that she, even without the brand, had the same reaction as Tyrande and Shandris, spoke volumes. Her clothing had also changed. Although it had always been quite revealing, being skin-tight and free around the midriff, now it had only the basics. A tight, green leather bra and thong, both trimmed with enchanted silver that harmonized with her flowing hair of the same colour, gave her an amazing cleavage and hid her pussy from direct sight. Additionally, she wore a leaf green, long cape, which she could use against the coldest breezes. Until recently, she had also been sporting bow and quiver, but that had ceased once she got used to the environment.
“If you need help…,” Vereesa also spoke up, a hand instinctively creeping towards her crotch. Knowing perfectly well just perverted she had gotten from being around the High King alone, and embracing it, her active mind and subconscious were in agreement that she hadn’t sucked him off enough today. “…I would be more than willing too… aahhh…” her own hand surprised her a little bit when she was suddenly rubbing her clit.
“I will indeed require some relief,” he announced and all three elves were already bending their knees when he raised his hand. “But not here. Many people use this street, expecting the young ones that shouldn’t be privy to such a scene.”
There was yet another radical change around Stormwind that had been needed due to the sexual revelation and that was the handling of children. Universally, it had been agreed that boys and girls under the age of eighteen were visiting a large university complex in the east of Dalaran for the majority of the day. That got them out of the city for most of the day and the adults room to fool around how they wished while they fucked and worked. Meanwhile, the children were educated in all kinds of things. Outside of those teaching hours, it was on the parents to keep them to areas that were dedicated no-sex zones inside the city.
The youth was not to be indoctrinated into this new way of life. As far as it was avoidable, they would grow up innocently and away from all the constant fucking, to then be eased into the truth during puberty. While they would still not be allowed to do anything with the adults until they came off age themselves, it was unavoidable that they would start getting busy with each other. Very few teenagers were as celibate as Anduin had been.
It would definitely eradicate the illiteracy rate, as for the complete effects of these decisions, however, things were unsure. This was simply the best solution a thoroughly horny society had for not corrupting the youth.
“Let’s retreat inside,” Anduin said and nodded towards the entrance to the massive tunnel that they had been heading towards anyway. Slaveforge would have all the dwelling places he needed to have good time. He could have just ignored his erection, with enough force of will and patience it would go away, but there was no need to hurry back and he felt like mingling with the people for a bit.
They entered the tunnel and only a few metres in, an open arch with a decorated rim hammered into the grey stone allowed them to turn into the proper depths of Slaveforge. They passed a city guard on their way, overseeing who went in and out. Because of the shadowed and winding nature of the new district and its ever-growing scope, Anduin was particularly wary of enemy spies taking up residence there. Not that it would have been a wise decision. Sex slaves or not, the residents of Slaveforge were still demons and with their unquestionable loyalty to Stormwind’s power, they would tear apart any invaders.
Markings on the walls let Anduin know where his steps carried him. Daylight was the first thing that faded, then the smell and cold of autumn and finally the silence. It was replaced with the magical light radiating from the crystals the draenei grew, however one grew crystals. The air turned humid and hot, the steam rising from the heated spring under the mountain spreading a surprisingly pleasant sweet odour throughout the artificial cave. It was hot enough for all of them to strip naked, Anduin placing the clothes in the Void. The inside of the girls thighs were moist from something other than the humidity.
And then there were the moans. Deep enough into Slaveforge, they were constant. Women shouting in ecstasy and grunts from the master’s that fucked them. Slaps echoed through the tunnels and halls, the creaking of many a sexual torture contraption. Begging and gasps all around. It only got worse when they entered a large hall. Eight pillars carried the ceiling and the crystals that illuminated the debauched orgy.
It was an atypical scene for Stormwind, many more men then women present. However, the women in this situation were shivarra. Although their bodies and faces were not any less attractive than the other demons they had accompanied to Azeroth, they were different in two aspects. For one, a shivarra was a lot taller than the normal humanoid, and, likely more importantly, they had three sets of arms.
Normally, a shivarra could also be recognized by their large, burning headpieces. However, most of them had been ordered to take them off, revealing long hair of red or green shades.
The men formed circles around these women, who used their many hands to jerk them all off at once. A lucky three got to enjoy her ass, pussy and mouth as well. Every shivarra pleased as many men at the same time as her body allowed.
Although Anduin did wonder what fucking a shivarra was like, sharing one with others was not the kind of mingling he had in mind. Additionally, he preferred to be served by his personal slaves. Turning to his royal guards, almost always by his side, he noticed their clear interest in one particularly attractive speciwoman that overlooked the entire orgy. Her skin was a pale white of a shade not natural amongst humans but not unpleasant in any way.
Despite her status as a slave, evident by the collar around her neck and naked display, no man had touched her yet. Even amongst sex slaves, there were such the average man didn’t approach due to a difference in apparent status.
“Captain,” Anduin said and one amongst the guard immediately shifted his attention to his liege. “You and your men are dismissed for the moment. I will come and get you once I plan to return to the palace. Do have your fun.”
The guardsmen knew their duty, but they also knew better than to question the greatest king’s decisions. “My thanks, your highness,” the captain said and he, followed by the other six men under his command, approached that untouched shivarra. She noticed them approaching, measured them with critical eye and then, when Anduin’s subordinate barked a single order at her, immediately dropped to her knees.
Anduin’s bodyguards commanded vast respect and power off their own and a demons resolve burned away immediately when faced with such things, leaving only a loyal adoration. Befitting for soldiers that had helped slay an (if artificial) old god. By the time Anduin moved away from the hall, the captain was facefucking the shivarra and she was using her hands to help everyone out of their armour. Of her noble behaviour remained nothing, all she had were the gargling sounds of moans dampened by the cock in her throat.
“I see that Mother Shahraz is quickly learning her place,” a melodic voice reached Anduin’s ears when he entered the next tunnel. He didn’t panic, since he had felt the owner of that voice approach, through his keen senses and the connection he had through the brand on his third wives claimed cunt.
Aclysia’s green marks fluorescecd in the artificial light, underlining her bottom-heavy curves with their winding. The white-skinned, white-haired blood elven demon hunter was as naked as the rest of them. Not even a blindfold was on her, leaving her emerald glowing eyes to the plain view. Although they had once been burned out with fel fire, creating branded marks around them that looked oddly like mascara, they now had golden spheres in the middle. A miracle healing brought about by her submission to Anduin. Unlike a regular demon hunter, she had both normal and magical vision. She was, however, wearing the collar with the golden tag that showed her to be one of his wife-slaves.
She walked over, her mouth parting slightly as she had the same salivating reaction to his erect cock as the other slaves. No, much worse even. Aclysia had always been a blowjob slut, and so several drops of saliva actually ran down her chin before she reigned herself in. “She’s only been summoned a few, ahhh, hours ago…” the demon hunter couldn’t help but be turned on by her master’s present and moaned involuntarily.
She was next to him now and Anduin took her by the narrow waist and pulled her into a kiss. Their tongues swirled and his hand pressed against her pussy. He pushed two fingers inside, while something thin wrapped around his arm several times. They separated again when Anduin’s finger were drenched and he looked down. A tail, smooth and thin like a polished whip, connected his arm with Aclysia’s lower back, tipped by spade.
Be it the closeness to Fel magic or the unfathomable amount of sex Aclysia had, but her non-metamorphosized body had become a little more like the succubus she had absorbed and grown out that tail and a pair of wings. She could force both to disappear, she had assured him. The wings, in the first place, weren’t unusual for a demon hunter to have. She usually had those tugged away as they were bothersome when sitting or walking around. The tail was quite useful, however, being an (if weaker) third arm.
Not a change for the worse, as far as Anduin was concerned. Her character hadn’t changed and the tail was sexy, in more than the aesthetic way. As she pulled away from him, hesitantly as a slave wanting to please would, he caught the spade-shaped tip between two fingers. The demon hunter almost collapsed on the spot, moaning out loudly as her legs quivered. Pussy juice gushed in waves from each little circle Anduin’s hand drew on the flat, black surface. Apparently, that tip was as sensitive as her clit and, at about half the size of Anduin’s palm, there was a whole lot more space to play with.
“Masssster, let me shuck your cock!” the demon hunter gasped her foremost wish, already bending towards the favourite thing to have in her mouth, tongue hanging out. A disappointed whimper escaped her when Anduin let go off her tail and shook his head.
“Not yet,” he glanced at the wall next to him, read the markings and continued walking. He wanted to be somewhere certain that he heard was quite popular and had been interested in checking for himself. To pass the time, and stay informed, he asked his third wife, “You said Mother Shahraz has only been here for a few hours, I take it the endeavour has been successful then?”
“Yessss, my master,” she hissed lustfully, slowly regaining her bearings although she was no less horny. All four elves around desperately wanted to feel that hard, throbbing dick. As did all the succubae they passed, waiting in or in front of doorless rooms along the corridor for men that wanted to relief their lust on them. “The twins have stabilized the portal and we have made a pact with the Illidari. The men were easily convinced that making the lost sluts of the Legion into Stormwind’s sex slaves is more beneficial and less risky than hunting them down.”
Anduin allowed himself a little pleased smile. With Aclysia, the former leader of the Illidari, to speak for him and the eredar twins as proof, they had succeeded in making the demon hunters their ambassadors in the twisting nether. They would make sure a steady flow of fresh demonic whores reached Stormwind and, as their reward, they would be able to rest and live in the city, partaking in all of its luxuries without having to be a proper member of the Alliance and be drafted for war. Not that he would complain if they found themselves so drawn to his faction that they were willing to fight for it.
“And the women?” Anduin asked, having not missed that titbit.
“Have been sceptical, but unquestionably turned on by the negotiations,” Aclysia reported and added, in a sultry tone, “The men may act the dominant part for now, but they are all still elves, your majesty, and the demon infusion isn’t doing their desires any favours. Its only a matter of time before they submit to the glory of being enslaves to your great kingdom, my master. Just like Tyrande and her people have. Just like Maiev and her Watchers. Just like me. They will all love to serve, in time they will realize this. If you were to meet them once, I am sure you could convince them quickly.”
“I would like you to arrange a meeting, then,” he told her straight-up.
“Of course, Anduin, do you wish for me to make preparations now?” Aclysia’s demonic tails swayed slowly behind her, betraying a weariness of his decision. Of course, she wanted to be close to him for what would happen next, her body craving further pleasure now that his presence had ignited her lust. However, she also knew that a period of denial would only make her next use as a cumdump that much more ecstatic. Raw perversion and masochism held equal power over her and as such her submissiveness won out, leaving the decision to her master.
“No,” he said firmly, “this matter can wait a few days. There is no necessity to push further when they have already agreed to what we want. If it is as you say, and I trust your judgement absolutely, then they will come to us when the time is ripe. For now, stay close,” he smacked her round, juicy ass and caused her eyes to roll up her skull for a second, as the perfect pain made her orgasm a little, “and ready to serve me.”
“Yes, my master,” she adoringly gasped, feeling the red imprint of his hand grow on her marble white backside.
They didn’t have to walk much further, arriving at a door. One of the few in Slaveforge. A privately hired guard stood in front of it, a man that was broad even for a dwarf. There were to women with him, a gnome and a goblin. Although the short greenskins were a rarity in Stormwind, since Booty Bay had joined the Alliance, they were a few of them around. Both were clearly his slaves, around so he didn’t get bored. The loosely sitting crotch-guard of his leather armour and their semen dripping cunts bore further testimony to this.
Without any sign of asking for an entrance fee, only lowering his head respectfully, the guard opened the large door for the High King. “Welcome to the Twirling Whore, your majesty,” the dwarf greeted in a rough accent and had already closed the door behind him and his four accompanying elves before he could answer.
The establishment was huge. What had originally been a stone hall had been modified largely to create an inn of very mixed designs. Although the general layout and designs reminded of a normal human tavern, the materials the furniture and platforms were made from were clearly draenei in origin but gnomish in engineering.
Much of the room was built around platforms on which sexy female slaves were dancing around metal poles. They usually weren’t entirely naked and if they were, the remains of their clothes laid to on the platform around them. The degrees of clothes they wore varied, but was always of the sort that only existed to emphasize their upcoming nakedness through several layers of smaller and smaller clothes. The lowest of which was the kind of fetish gear Anduin recognized as the work of Fitz Skincutters, the expert leatherworked Anduin himself had commissioned work from in the past.
Rumour had it that, with the expansion of the Dwarven District for crafting, he was soon going to be the second richest man in Stormwind, after Anduin himself. His initial success in designing perverted gear had given him the funds to rapidly expand into other erotic supplies – and he was a genius designer in most of the fields.
The platforms the women twirled on were of two kinds. Either they had one of many solo stages, circular in shape and scattered across the room, or they were on the one that stretched across the long wall at the back. As there were many of them at that long stage, there was a fair bit of flirting with one another’s body, sometimes even more than that. For the most part, however, the sluts were there to put on a show, be that dancing or something even more visually stimulating.
The customers, in the meanwhile, sat around large tables surrounding those stripping isles, drinking Slutstud spiced ale and eating slow-cooked meat, chatting and getting blowjobs. There was a sideroom for ‘personal dances’ by the whores of the establishment. For the most part, however, the master’s that came here brought their own slaves for their desires. When blowjobs weren’t enough, nailing them on the table was perfectly acceptable.
Just like, if men came without slaves, it was allowed to order one of the masterless dancers to climb off and serve them, slaves that had been brought along could be put onto an empty pole. Many liked to show off what they had gotten and seeing ones most treasured property dance suggestively, only to climb back down and sate the desires she had awoken, was immensely satisfying.
A bar at the right-hand side was operated by a friendly man and his two direct slaves. At the left-hand side there was yet another platform where more women were grouped up.
Although those were no less sexy and less putting on a show with their rhythmically moving bodies, their main contribution was music. Violin, guitar, drum and beautiful singing, all working together on forming a heavily rhythmic melody that put all the strippers into a shared movement pattern, hypnotic to behold.
Anduin could feel another drop of precum slowly drooling from his cock as he marched through. The lights were set to a dim red. He could see everything perfectly well, but it had a tint that caused his blood to rush. The establishment had quickly gained fame for its raw stimulation of all senses and Anduin could only agree after only having been there for a few moments.
People were cheering him as he passed, many of the strippers moaning his name to get his attention, while the men just drummed their kegs on the table. The whole thing only lasted a few seconds, then everyone understood that he, like them, was there for the entertainment, not the attention.
Sitting down on an otherwise empty table, recently cleaned table (the place was getting continuously cleaned by yet more sluts), Anduin turned his chair so his left arm rested on the surface, while still facing the large group stage with his entire body. The sight of the High King’s muscular body and erect cock, motivated the three dancers in his field of view to put on the best show they could.
From left to right they were a typically blue-skinned draenei, a light-purple skinned eredar and a succubus. Three hooved whores, dancing around the polished metal rods with sinfully fluid movements. Their hips shook as if they were riding his cock, which their eyes spelled out as their foremost desire. Breasts squeezed around the pole as they slid up and down, licking the metal. They climbed up the red-reflecting surface and, in a slow, circular motion, slid down again, only secured with their legs. The eredar in the middle changed the program a little, hanging upside down in place, using her tail in addition to her legs to secure her in place. In large mirrors that stretched along the wall behind the stage, Anduin could see her wet pussy, puffed up with lust and eaten into by the thin metal.
Anduin had spent enough time just watching and glanced over to his four eagerly waiting slaves. “Please me,” he commanded them, leaving things intentionally vague to see what they would do. There was a short exchange of glances between them, a mental communication regarding their hierarchy, then Tyrande, Vereesa and Aclysia all hastily fetched themselves a cushion from a nearby stack to throw onto the floor in front of him.
Nobody wanted their slaves to suffer from the long time they would spend on their knees, so such things had become commonplace in basically every establishment and household of Stormwind. They were colloquially called kneelers or blowjob cushions, straight and to the point.
Anduin’s sluts would have served him even on the hard stone ground, but they knew that he preferred it if they were comfortable and would enjoy it all the more. There were going to be down there for a little while and the High King only wanted them to feel the kind of pain and stress he inflicted in a thoroughly erotic manner.
With that secured, however, they lost no more time. They were all so cock-hungry, even that little thinking had taken serious effort. Now that their mouths were closing in on their master’s hard prick, all matters of the mind were replaced by the addicted cravings of his slaves.
“Master’s cock, master’s cock, his hard fat, juicy cock,” Aclysia worshiped the dick that had turned her into a complete nymphomaniac with her words and actions. She was on the right side of Anduin’s lap, licked the base of his shaft and kissed the seed-heavy balls. She barely even needed to touch herself, just the contact of her sensitive lips with her most desired object and the strong, dominating musk of his masculinity was enough to suddenly make her orgasm again.
One the left side, Tyrande had a similar reaction. She, too was moaning between affectionate kisses being delivered to her master’s member. “The cock that bred me. The cock that broke me into a loyal slave. Anduin’s cock, the king’s cock, master, maaasssttaaah, I love you, I love your dick.”
Only the third of the trio was quiet, at least as far as words were concerned. Vereesa, taking the middle of the pack, had immediately gone down on his cock. With three quick bobs of her head, she had eased her well-trained throat into taking all of his might into her. Long eyebrows and dark lips on her tanned face quivered, as the repressed gag reflex still echoed. The taste of precum filled her mouth and both of her hands were working her pussy in an absolute frenzy.
Out of reflex, Anduin put his right on her silver scalp. As per their agreement, he wasn’t allowed to force her to do anything. However, the look in her blue eyes caused him to cautiously ask the question. “Would you allow me to use your mouth however I see fit?”
“Master facefucking you feels soooo goooood,” Tyrande moaned, having to stop in the worship of Anduin’s balls to say those things. Her sultry lips were glistening with overrunning precum and saliva. “The loss of control, being used by him, it is… it is…” her spine stretched involuntarily, causing her to be right next to Vereesa’s keen ears when she gasped from another climax, so weak in comparison to what Anduin could give her. “…orgasmic!”
“It is the highest honour,” Aclysia agreed, her own hands caressing the high elf’s curves. She had no need to masturbate, as long as she got to taste her master’s cock more. “The feeling of submission, your body at his mercy, the asphyxiation as he makes you a mindless cocksleeve for his desires,” overcome with her desire to suck on something, anything, the demon hunter’s lips nibbled at Vereesa’s long elven ear. “I would give so much to feel it right now.”
Vereesa had hesitated. She had lasted so long, not giving any real control away to the High King. Although she had been subconsciously submitting herself to the way he moved, he had not yet taken physical lead in any situation. She felt that, if she allowed him to do that, she would immediately fall deeper in lust and even love with him.
The High King was so strong and wise, governing with justice and compassion. His character was flawless, a stark contrast that resonated oddly with his sadistic, dominating bedroom behaviour. She could not deny that she was falling, truly and properly, for both sides of him. If she took just one step back from the barrier she had erected around herself, he would immediately have a mile. Not because he pushed her, but because she wanted to concede to him. She knew this and her active mind was afraid of feelings this intense.
But she wanted love, lust, debauchery and the adoration of the perfect man, the domination by the perfect master. She wanted, she needed all of these things. The whispers of the two fulfilled elves broke the resistance that had been crumbling in these past weeks. She would give Anduin more of her, perhaps not all, but more, so much more.
She nodded, slowly and noticeable, without letting go off even a centimetre of his cock. Immediately, she felt nothing but rewarded for that action, as his hand pulled at her silver mane. The pain was just a little tingle, heightening her senses. “Thank you, Vereesa,” Anduin’s voice was equal gratitude and the ridicule of a sadist, “for letting me use your gorgeous face as a place to relieve my lust.”
And use her he did.
He forced her head back and then violently pulled her head back into his crotch. The first few strokes this way, she still tried to move herself, but she soon realized that it was best to just be as limp as possible and let him completely dictate all her movements.
Vereesa had underestimated just how strong he was. With one hand alone, he moved her entire upper body as if she was a puppet on strong. The overwhelming force and the way he clawed into her hair maid her moan more and more. Anduin had a similar experience on his end, having himself not thought the high elf to show this level of submissiveness and masochism immediately. Guiding her was as easy as every other trained slut, once she shut her mind down, and the vibrations from her cock-muffled gasps were the strongest whenever he slid deep into her throat.
Her pussy was gushing every time her throat bulged out and her eyes had long rolled upwards and lost all focus of everything. Vereesa felt two pairs of hands continuously exploring and teasing her body. Just the last bit of stimulus her body needed to fall into a perpetual state of orgasm and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, his hot cum pumped into her stomach.
Anduin kept her forced down to his groin the entire time. The orgasm had been deeply necessary and was correspondingly huge. His cock quivered and his balls tightened over and over again. Twice he let her go a little, only to slam her back down to the base when he noticed another wave of heavy, virile cum milked out by the greedy pulses of her throat. “Drink it all, you elven slut,” he groaned and noticed how another long moan escaped her. Then he finally let her go. “Breathe,” he had to order her, before she slid up his cock. She had been swallowing cum for at least two minutes.
The moment her lips were off his rod and she started gasping for air, Aclysia and Tyrande stopped their assault on her curves and went to worship their master’s rod. “By the sunwell,” Vereesa swallowed heavily – just saliva, all the cum had gone straight into her stomach. “Master… I mean, Anduin…” she stopped for a second, then weakly shook her head. Exactly what she was afraid was going to happen was happening. He had created a chink in her armour and now it was falling apart before her mind’s eye. All she felt about that, however, was elated. “No, Master. That was so hot. Abuse me more, I beg you. I have never felt that good before. You… I am just another elven slut, use me, Master!”
“How much more?” Anduin asked, as a blue haired night elf stepped towards the table and placed a giant mug on his table. She was one of the owner’s slaves, marked by her wearing an article of clothing – a single apron.
“On the house,” the slave said with a wink, before strutting away, showing off her perfect ass.
“In every way,” Vereesa gasped, pulling Anduin’s attention back to her. Then she found a last bit of hesitation inside her. “That doesn’t mark or impregnate me,” she added. Maybe it was the place or maybe she just had some last doubts, but she wasn’t quite ready to be claimed as his right now. Only almost.
Anduin knew exactly what to do in that situation, had he just spent a council meeting with a woman with the same limitations. Before he went ahead and did even more with her, however, he wanted to feel more of this fine establishments offers first. “I will give you what you want. After some relaxation,” he stated. “For now, please me.”
The three elven sex slaves all reacted to that command and his dick was showered in the attention of the cock-hungry sluts, unable to imagine a life without the High King and his massive rod. The were pressed against each other, shoulder to shoulder, face to face, utilizing the limited space to be as close to the pulsating erection as they could. They were also busy feeling each other up.
After some time, Anduin looked up from that spectacle to take in what else the establishment had to offer. Leisurely, he grabbed the large mug that had been left for him and inspected its content. It had the typical golden colour of beer, with pink bubbles rising up from within, turning into fumes. Anduin breathed in the evaporating Slutstud and felt his lust rise a little bit past the natural confinement.
He wasn’t big on alcohol in the past. Mixed with Slutstud, it was much more to his liking, as all the negative parts were cut-out and replaced with a jolly amount of advantages. He nipped on the cold drink. To the typical bitterness of alcohol came a nicely sweet aftertaste. Over the edge of his mug, he looked at the stage in front of him.
Being the lowest in the pecking order, Shandris had not gotten a place to suck his cock. Rather than just stand around and wait her turn, the midnight blue haired Sentinel General had instead climbed on the stage and joined the three strippers already there. Her ‘invasion’ had been immediately accepted, with a clear amount of enthusiasm.
Shandris was swinging her hips sensually from left to right, arms stretched up and holding onto the metal pole. The eredar and the succubus had switched places, leaving the latter to attend to Shandris. The horned demoness was rhythmically caressing Shandris’ body, while the eredar and the draenei executed symmetric motions with their naked bodies to either side of her. It grew more heated with each passing moment, without taking up the pace.
Before Anduin knew it, he was hypnotized by the show. Only in Stormwind was it possible to see a succubus and a night elf love each other, while an eredar and draenei danced to the same tune. Races in feud for millenia, now united in their submission.
Shandris’ dance became more expressive over time, but never moved enough for the succubus to have trouble in her sexual touch. Anduin took another gulp of his drink, as the demoness hand reached the Sentinel General’s wet cunt and stayed there. It was the signal for the other two stripers to also change their dance – from expressive to perverted. They flaunted their curves aggressively, licked the pole as they grinded against it with their bodies, and when the same pole wasn’t sliding through their pussy lips, their hands were doing the work.
The music also accelerated. All throughout the room, similar scenes unfolded. The strippers gasped and moaned, slaves were thrown on tables and their wet holes penetrated with rough thrusts, as the mood reached a boiling point. Shandris stopped trying to dance, as her legs began to quiver. She turned her head and met the succubus in a heated kiss, just as the music reached its crescendo.
Just as his slave on the stage came and the orgasmic screams of many of the strippers drowned out the music for a moment, to the symphony of the many sluts that were hammered on and under tables, Anduin himself came. His seed shot up his shaft with immense pressure and pumped into Tyrande’s lucky mouth.
As a well-trained slave, the High Priestess did not swallow immediately. Even though her instincts may have spurred her to do so, a desire intensified by the orgasm the taste of seed fuelled, she gathered it up instead. Her cheeks began to bulge by the time her hands had wrung the last drop from the High King’s mighty erection, but none of it had escaped down her throat or past her lips.
She leaned over to Aclysia and Anduin witnessed his third wife greedily meeting her half way. The white-haired demon hunter let out muffled moans as the two sex slaves kissed. Semen was swapped back and forth, trickling down into their stomachs with each exchange. Just like Anduin, Vereesa was turned on immensely by the sight, clearly waiting her turn.
Anduin emptied his Slutstud beer and then addressed the horny high elf. “You will not receive any of that load, you are not part of the harem and so not even Tyrande, one of my lowest slaves,” she High Priestess shuddered at being demeaned like that, “is under any obligation to share with you. Look at these greedy, enslaved nymphomaniacs. As if they would ever give up more than they need to.”
“Of course, Master…” Vereesa conceded, feeling equally disappointed and oddly pleased with being denied like this. When Anduin rose from his chair, she managed to rip her eyes off the white-stained lips of the two elven sluts. Whatever little amounts of semen went past their lips was soon licked off. Of course, her eyes got immediately stuck at that magnificent cock, bouncing with Anduin’s movements.
“Join Shandris on the stage,” he commanded Aclysia and Tyrande, who hastily swallowed the remaining semen and obeyed. They were greeted up above by the eredar and the draenei. The music had calmed to a relaxed tone again, so there was a bit of relative downtime. The learned stripers showed the trio of elven slaves the basics of working with the pole in their dancing. Individually, Anduin’s sex slaves were doubtlessly nimbler and more athletic than even those skilled strippers, but those same strippers had more experience. Shandris seemed especially interested in the lessons.
In front of Anduin kneeled Vereesa, her mouth hanging wide open. She was waiting for further instructions, or for her face to be properly fucked. The perverse curiosity was burning inside her. ‘If being guided by just one of HIS hands made me feel that wonderfully helpless, how would it be if he actually grabbed me with both hands and thrust into my throat again and again?’ The thought was making her pussy drip and her mouth drool.
Anduin had other plans. She had offered him every hole, as long as he didn’t mark or impregnate her. He planned to use that. “Get up and bend over the stage,” he told her and she immediately knew where this was going.
“Master, I have never had it in my ass…” she carefully protested, but was silenced with a single glare. Then, her body moved on its own. Now that she had submitted, she had no excuse left to not immediately obey his orders. Even the few seconds she had hesitated were causing a clump to form in her chest, a bad conscious for acting against her master in the slightest way. She gulped, it was so dangerously erotic to give herself to someone so completely. So immensely fulfilling, she could hardly stand it. The pussy juice was running down the inside of her firm thighs.
Anduin positioned himself behind her, looking at her tanned, round ass and up to the six slaves, three of which he owned and had bred months ago. “Don’t look back,” he commanded the silver-haired elf and raised his hand. It landed on her butt with a loud smack, making the half-tense flesh ripple. “A good woman obeys her master’s orders immediately,” he scolded her, raising his hand for a second slap.
Vereesa’s sex life with Rhonin had been normal. She hadn’t thought of it as boring or anything, but they had never done anything remotely kinky.
Still, it didn’t come as a surprise to her when she felt her knees buckle from the pleasure that being spanked brought her. Anduin Wrynn had the gift to make the women around him into the happiest, perverted sex slaves they could be. Not being an exception to that only filled her with more lust, as the prickling pain on her ass seemed more reward than punishment.
In front of her, the other slaves looked with envy that she now truly understood. There was no greater place to be, then on the receiving end of her master’s sadism. With every new slap on her ass, she moaned now. Anduin’s fingers on her pussy, as light as the touch was, caused her to suddenly orgasm.
The excitement for what further depravities must feel like only grew when Anduin readied her for his cock. He smeared her overflowing pussy juice over her asshole. Even that little soft pressure felt good already, then he slipped a finger inside to prepare her sphincter. With no experience whatsoever on her part, Anduin didn’t want to go in directly, even if lubrication was abundant.
That she could see none of this only made it hotter for Vereesa. That her attention instead lay with the shaking bodies on the stripping poles, was also a factor. Shandris looked down on the high elf hunter with a smile, like she was witnessing the introduction of somebody into her family. That wasn’t too far from the truth.
Anduin finished his preparations and grabbed his cock. The lightly stretched sphincter gave away for his head easily enough, but as the girth of his shaft came to bear, things became more difficult. Vereesa felt the pain of being stretched and her mouth opened wide as she let out a long gasp. It felt even bigger inside her ass than it had inside her mouth. Every extra centimetre felt like it was the last, but the High King’s cock was enormous. It shouldn’t have fit. Yet, with patience and moderate force, it did.
Vereesa was instantly hooked on the sensation. Just like every other debauchery the High King had done to her, she couldn’t help but love it. It hurt a little bit and a little bit more when he moved, but he was never so hasty or focused on his own pleasure that he overdid it. His strong hands held onto her waist. She felt controlled and safe, a wonderful mixture devoid of worry and filled with appreciation. And lust, so much lust and love for the man that made her experience this, more intensely than she ever had before.
“Master,” she gasped, when Anduin finally pulled back out to begin the actual fucking.
Her asshole was tight, the insides gripping his cock tightly with the warmth only sex could provide. The erotic feeling of fucking someone properly for the first time, even if it wasn’t the traditional hole, put a smile on Anduin’s face. He wished to ravage her, but these things were best taken slow. Also he knew, even without looking, that her pussy was dripping more than ever.
Under the encouraging moaning of his other slaves, unable to keep themselves from masturbating at the sight of their master’s dominance, he got Vereesa’s back entrance used to his might. Every thrust was easier than the last one. The high elf slave-to-be also acted in the right way, staying relaxed through everything. There was a clear kinky slut in there that had just waited to be unleashed.
“Who are you?” Anduin grunted, slapping her ass as he picked up the pace.
“I -ah- am Vereesa Wiiiinderunner… sex toy of your majesty,” she dodged the word ‘slave’, knowing it did not apply to her yet. That she hadn’t earned that honour.
“What are you doing right now?” Anduin asked, slamming his groin so hard against her soft ass that clapping sounds echoed in the room.
“I am getting fucked up by the ass by my master!” she screamed in response, her pussy gushing with every word as another thrust caused her lust to flow over. “Your rock-hard cock ish shplitting me! It feeelssshhh sho goooood! Harder, mastaaaar, pleashe, ushe me mooooreeeee!”
Anduin stopped for a moment, to her disappointment, but then it turned out he was just changing things up a little. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled them back, her spine curving. He continued until he held her above the wrists like a horse’s reigns. Just another level of control she lost and made her constantly overlapping orgasms that much harder.
It was clear that Vereesa barely noticed things anymore, but Shandris picked up on a little gesture by her master and stepped up to the edge of the stage. There she squat down, putting her pussy at perfect level with Vereesa’s mouth and lolled out tongue. A face, features distorted from so much ecstasy, vanished between the Sentinel General’s thighs. Although her wake mind was gone completely, the high elf still knew what to do, her tongue working at Shandris pussy and causing the somewhat neglected slave to purr with overdue satisfaction.
Anduin’s speed reached its limits. His hips were almost a blur. His cock was smoothly sliding in and out of Vereesa’s asshole. The friction was at just the right level now, deeply pleasurable but not hindering. “I am cumming,” he grunted a warning, but it fell on deaf ears. The only thing Vereesa could hear where her own muffled screams and the rushing of blood.
However, she did feel it when Anduin slammed into her one last time. Her spanked ass felt the impact intensely. The quivering of his cock inside her was a short, physical warning. As were his fingers digging into her narrow waist. Anduin felt his balls tighten and the thick liquid pump out. The heat that filled her insides was searing her mind, etching this moment into her forever. No mark was necessary for a single fuck with the High King of Stormwind to be unforgettable.
Her knees gave in as all orgasms melded into one mind-wiping climax. Although her tongue kept working, making Shandris cum as well, her pussy squirted out massive waves of clear pussy juices that pattered on the floor. Anduin kept her standing, himself perfectly rigid. Her sphincter was clenching so tightly, he couldn’t have moved if the tried. He didn’t want to either, as his massive load filled her up until he had no more to give from this orgasm.
Shortly after that, she began to relax, enough for him to pull out. He kept his hands on her for a while longer, just so she wouldn’t break down. “Thank you… Anduin,” Vereesa gulped, when her mind came back to her. “I’ll... need to sit down for a moment.”
“Of course,” Anduin said with a smile helping her to a nearby chair, then reclaiming his own seat. A bar slave was coming over quickly handing him a new beer and a cloth drenched in warm water, to clean himself in the most basic way. He took both with an appreciating nod. ‘This locale is truly wonderful,’ he thought once he had wiped his cock off and gestured Shandris that it was her turn to suck him off.
He was going to enjoy the hospitality for a little while longer.
