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WAKMD Chapter 39 – An almost traditional request for marriage
🕑 Added 2020-07-25 20:31:15 +0000 UTCGenn Greymane entered his chambers – naked as the custom of Stormwind had become. It wasn’t an impressive lodging, at least when it came to the dwelling place of a king. A bedroom, a study, a balcony and a bathroom, that was just about everything inside. Outside of a Gilnean flag, barely anything marked that Genn was living here.
“You should decorate more,” a female voice suddenly reached his ears. It didn’t startle him. Although there were very few people that could sneak by him and all of them were deserving of respect, this one wasn’t demanding of fear. The voice was like Mia’s, his wife, but it’s pleasing sound wasn’t formed in the gentle tones of the Gilnean queen, but into a matter-of-fact and casual expression of the rogue’s character.
“This isn’t my home,” Genn answered, strolling past the chair, on top of which the shape of the invader slowly became visible. “Just like Darnassus wasn’t our home. We’re here as guests, refugees, and our people will one day return to Gilneas. Once we have rebuilt, I will decorate all I want,” he sat down on another chair nearby and fixated the blurry outline, “Tess.”
The invisibility spell unravelled completely and left his daughter to be viewed plainly. Unlike him, she was wearing clothes, and not too few. As a matter of fact, only her head was visible and that was only because she had pulled down both hood and face covering. Her clothes were practical, especially for someone who moved about during the night. A long cowl, with aforementioned hood, wrapped around her. Tight leather covered her torso, a compromise between protection and flexibility, while her arms and legs were covered in high quality cloth. Strapped onto those covers were leather belts and holsters, holding enchanted daggers and crossbow bolts large enough to rip off the skull of an undead in one shot. The princess of Gilneas knew her prey and had specialized equipment to hunt it.
She had dark brown hair, bordering on black, and the hazel eyes of her mother. She was also every bit as beautiful. Although her features had been hardened through years of guerrilla fighting and undercover operations, it hadn’t caused her to develop any level of wrinkles. Then again, if she had, the proximity to Stormwind would have fixed the most obvious flaws in a matter of days.
Her curves were also every bit as seductive as her mothers. She had sizable breasts, not quite deserving of the title ‘large’ but definitely close to it, and her tight armour showed clearly that this went onto an hourglass figure with wide hips. She was tanned and athletic, travelling by day and undergoing numerous difficult battles had those effects.
Genn looked at all of those features with the proudness of a father. Stormwind culture may have made him an even bigger pervert than he had been before, but he and it weren’t permissible of the intense degeneracy necessary to lust after one’s own daughter. At the same time, he felt no shame, not even the slightest inkling of it, sitting before her naked.
Neither did Tess, although this had little to do with her being exposed to Stormwind and more with her practical mindset. Nudity was just a state of undress. “I suppose that will happen quite soon, given how this war is developing,” Tess Greymane pointed out and stretched. She was a little bit tired, it had been a long journey back to Stormwind and an even longer affair hiding within the city walls. There were things she had wanted to learn, from Vereesa and, once she had heard about her involvement, from Vanessa, before she went and talked to her father and Anduin.
“Preparations will be made to stomp out the last vestiges of resistance,” Genn confirmed. “As it currently stands, I will leave once Anduin has journeyed to and back from Karazhan. I will hold down the fort for him one last time.” He hesitated for a moment, wondering how he should broach the next subject. “It… is good that you returned before then I…”
“You know, I had a lot of fun in the streets the past few days,” Tess interrupted and her father grew a little bit pale. “Relax, I was just watching things,” she told him with a smile, “I didn’t engage with anything. I was testing just exactly what kind of environment this is – for women and otherwise. I’m pretty pleased, all things considered.”
Tess was more than ‘pretty pleased’ but going into it with her father would have felt wrong. She kept her breathing from rising in excitement at the scenes of subjugation she had witnessed and her body from squirming with lust. She had been there when Anduin made Modera his slave. Never had she seen anything more enticing.
Genn could smell it. His worgen nose didn’t betray him. He chose not to comment. It appeared that his daughter had inherited some more of her mother’s traits than just her looks. If this had been old times, that could have turned out to be a problem or a blessing, depending on just how veracious she was in her appetites. However, this was the High King’s era and in it, the tendencies his daughter currently displayed were perfectly suited for a woman.
“Your mother is pregnant again,” Genn tried to get the conversation back on track.
“I know,” Tess grinned, throwing her old man right back off his rhythm. “And I know what you’ve been thinking about, you want to offer my hand in marriage to Anduin, don’t you?” She chuckled; she didn’t need Genn to answer to know she was correct. “Look, I figured out this was likely where this was heading years ago. At first, it made purely political sense, but then you and Anduin grew closer together because of who you lost…” for a moment, her nonchalant expression dropped.
When Sylvanas had attacked Gilneas, Genn had lost his oldest child, the crown prince of Gilneas and Tess had lost her beloved brother, earning that title of heir-apparent in return. It wasn’t a worthwhile trade. Tess hadn’t been raised to inherit the kingdom. Although actions since then had shown that she would make a wonderful queen regardless, the hole the loss of Liam had left behind was unavoidable.
When Anduin had lost his father, it was just as unavoidable that the two men would try to find comfort in becoming the father and the son each other no longer had. A great development for the world, as Anduin had more to learn and Genn had more to be humbled for. A union of grave circumstances, but a good one regardless.
“…yeah, at that point I was pretty sure you would one day suggest to me that, perhaps, the houses of Stormwind and Gilneas should join,” Tess finally finished her thoughts. Back then, she hadn’t been too excited about the idea of getting wed to someone just oozing moral principles, but many things had happened. “Now that you have a potential new heir, it only makes sense to push things along.”
“…You’re correct about my reasoning, daughter, but not quite about how I think about how this should go,” Genn retorted, now it was his turn to be mildly bemused. “Whether you marry Anduin or not is entirely your choice. Because our lifespans have been so drastically lengthened by his actions, the Greymane line is secure beyond the need of you to throw yourself at a man you do not like. Whatever happens though, you being the heir of Gilneas doesn’t change.”
“So, you’re telling me that you’re giving me the choice whether Gilneas will be reigned in personal union under Stormwind or not?” Tess raised an eyebrow as the significance of that statement dawned on her. Her father was recommending she marry a man, a man well known for his benevolence and that he subjugated the members of his harem, and essentially hand over Gilneas as her dowry. Of course, that was basically the same as Anduin had already done with Jaina and Fenella and history had shown this was for the best of everyone involved.
Genn looked after her daughter, as she suddenly stood up. “Where are you going?” he asked, quite sure he already knew the answer.
“Making sure I have the right clothes for the occasion,” Tess answered.
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The next morning.
Anduin had known that Tess was in Stormwind. How could he not have? She had spoken to two of his slaves, her fellow members of the Uncrowned, an underground organization that worked on a large number of projects throughout Azeroth. Although not a properly centralized order, the members knew and relied on each other to reach goals that were unquestioningly for the better of the world. Their contributions to the conflict with the Legion were immeasurably – largely because nobody really knew what all they had done.
Regardless of him knowing or not, he had not expected to reveal herself the way she did. The court was in the middle of session that day. A break was taken for food, sex and debate, a standard procedure whenever anything was discussed. Someone entering when that break was about to come to an end, however, was unusual. Doubly so when that someone was dressed in a scandalous wedding gown.
The skirt was short, extremely short, and clung to what little of her upper thighs it covered. It was, in fact, the first time a mini-skirt entered the idea of Azeroth fashion. Attached to the rest of a white dress that emphasized her wide hips, narrow waist and sizable breasts, it was held by nothing but a string that wrapped around the back of her neck and framed her cleavage. The pure-white fabric of it all contrasted with her tan. The long veil of semi-translucent silk that she wore was already pushed back, revealing her smile and fluttering behind her as she took graceful steps towards the throne.
Heads turned and surprised gazes followed her, looking at her attractive features and décolleté for as long as she approached and at the jaw-dropping rise of her butt when she passed. In turn, Tess had her eyes focused only on Anduin. Without hesitation, she walked all the way up to his throne and into the heart of the circular, harem-seating structure.
Anduin stared back, hiding all of his surprise skilfully. Despite the suddenness of the scene, he hadn’t ordered his slaves to stop pleasuring him and so Maiev and Fenella were still busy working his rod as he looked up. “An interesting choice of attire for your return to court, princess Tess,” he carefully approached the conversation.
Bowing forwards, Tess presented first her cleavage to him, then whispered into his ear. “Did you ever think that the two of us would get married eventually?” she asked.
“I had considered once or twice before I changed,” he responded quietly.
“What did you think of the idea back then?”
“Not much. It would have been a political move. What about you?”
“I found the idea terrible,” she responded, “because you struck me as someone boring. Reliable, yes, just, without question, capable, certainly, but absolutely by the books boring in marriage and I always wanted more. Now, look at you… my father suggested I marry you yesterday. What do you think of the idea now?”
“I’ve wanted you to be my slave since I started gathering my beloved harem,” he answered and could feel an excited exhale next to his ear. From just that little, he could read what was going on here.
The truth of the matter was that Tess Greymane had always fantasized about a society like the one Anduin had made. A place where everyone’s lust was unleashed. Furthermore, she wanted a man who could dominate her. Countless nights had been spent masturbating over the idea of getting bound and taken in every imaginable way, just as long as she felt the excitement of being forced along. The truth of the matter was that Tess Greymane had always been a sexual freak in the closet, kept there due to obligations and the expectation that those needy fantasies could never become reality.
Now, before her, was a man she had thoroughly misjudged. “I think you’ve become everything I ever wanted,” Tess moaned. “Prove it to me, and you can carry me off to the cathedral the moment you feel like it. Marry me, take my virginity, breed me and subjugate me. I’ll be your wife and Gilneas will be yours by extension. My father gave his blessing for all of it.”
Her words were every bit as true as her perversion was and Anduin affirmed it for himself with his powers. “If you submit yourself to my plans for world peace, then I will gladly be every bit the master you need,” he whispered back. It wasn’t a question and he didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he moved quickly and kissed her.
Tess Greymane felt the touch of a man, or any other humanoid for that matter, on her lips for the first time and was immediately hooked. Every fantasy she had ever had about her first kiss was immediately validated. He dug into her soft hair, pried open her lips with his tongue and took complete control of her with his superior experience and will. He did with her as he wanted and she did her best to reciprocate his aggressive movements as best she could. Before she knew it, Anduin was standing and she had to lean her head back to keep kissing him. Not that he left her much of a choice in the matter.
Putting his arm around her waist, Anduin held the Greymane heiress firmly in his embrace. He refused to break their first kiss. She tasted of wild herbs and smelled of sweet flowers. Her lips were soft and the frequent soft moans that escaped her wonderfully tantalizing.
Tess had imagined she would be thrown to her knees the second she made her declaration. A cock shoved into her face, her virgin throat violently fucked, that was the fantasy that had kept her from properly sleeping this night. Even without her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt in feverish masturbation, this somehow made her wetter. Even with just his tongue, she was absolutely at his mercy. Her wetness turned into a steady dripping of pussy juice, when she felt his cock between her thighs.
Instinctively, she pressed her legs together. She wanted to feel more details of his member. Squished between her smooth thighs, she realized how truly enormous it was. She had only heard the stories. Moments earlier, bobbing heads had prevented her from seeing it.
One such bobbing head, she now felt at the back of her legs. Maiev was still on cocksucking duty and she had not been told to stop. Anduin groaned into Tess’ mouth and began to thrust between her thighs. Tess couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that her first kiss came along her future husband fucking her thighs while getting sucked off by some other slut. She couldn’t believe how deeply intrigued she was by the way his cock twitched. She couldn’t believe how hot she found it.
This was now beyond her fantasies. This was reality and one even more depraved than she could have ever hoped for. It only took the slight grinding of his girthy shaft against her pussy lips to send her over the edge. Dizzy headed, unable to properly breath as her mouth was dominated and her vocal cords busy forming more and more moans, she barely was aware of her own body. The heat from his massive member and the repeated quivering, once he started pumping seed into the lucky slut’s mouth, those were the focus of her mind.
She was still in the afterglow when Anduin finally broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. “Are you convinced yet?” he asked.
“No,” she lied. None but the master of her dreams would have been daring enough to what he had just done. However, she wanted to know what he would do with her and that throbbing erection that persisted between her legs. “Maybe you should get me on my knees and show me my place?” she suggested with a purr.
A moment later, Anduin was choking her. He, of course, knew that she wasn’t telling the truth, but he decided to play along with that. Grabbing her with his left like that had a different reason. “I don’t remember asking you for how I should treat you, Tess,” he warned her, “you will only respond with ‘yes, master’ or ‘no, master’ and you will only speak up when I ask you something, do you understand?”
“Ye…ssss…, mastaaahh,” she pressed out, involuntarily moans and the pressure on her windpipe making it difficult to talk. ‘By the Light, his hand is big,’ she thought and bit her lower lip. Downstairs, she was spreading her pussy juices over his rod by massaging it with her thighs. Even now, the redheaded Watcher was sucking him off. Her movements had grown even more feverish, to compensate for the lack of thrusting.
“Good,” the High King let go off her throat. Although Tess’ body took a thankful breath, her mind protested. She wanted to be dominated more. Years of suppressed desires were finally finding an outlet. “So, you wish to feel your throat broken in, is that it?”
“Yes, master!” she enthusiastically exclaimed, only to be smacked across the face.
“Moderate your voice,” he warned her and gave her a second to make a mistake. She didn’t. Tess had imagined this situation before and kept her mouth shut until he added, “Understand?”
“Yes, master,” she responded, in a much more timid tone, the kind she hadn’t earnestly used since Gilneas had fallen. It was the tone of a princess that was to be married to someone of power and influence.
“Maiev,” Anduin prefaced his next action with a simple call of that name. The slave pulled back. Without her cocksucking around, Tess felt as if the situation was poorer. A man like her master could not possibly be satiated by just one woman serving him. “Have you ever sucked someone off before, Tess?” he distracted her with a question.
“No, master,” she answered truthfully.
“Ever had sex in any way?”
“No, master.”
“Ever pleasured yourself with toys? You may answer in more detail for this one.”
“Yes, master. I have trained blowjobs on a dildo and I have penetrated my asshole. I have only ever used my fingers on my pussy, although my hymen broke during physical exercise years ago.” Saying all of this without looking away for a second, she saw an approving greed in Anduin’s eyes. There were also mumbles all around by the slaves that had, regretfully, lost their virginity to someone else. If they could go back in time, they would all tell their past selves that there would be a man that would satisfy them beyond all they ever needed and that no other pleasure was ever necessary. Only Tyrande was happy with herself. Since she was the one who took Anduin’s virginity, her knowing the ropes had been quite essential. Even if he proved himself a natural talent within minutes.
“I see. Kneel,” the High King commanded Tess and she dropped down immediately. The floor was perfect for kneeling, firm enough to give proper ground but also soft enough that it didn’t hurt. All pain she felt came from the hand clawing into her hair. “Do you think your training has prepared your throat for my cock?”
Tess stared at the massive member in front of her and hesitated. Her mouth, initially open to take him in immediately, now was agape in awe. Although she had felt its absurd size between her thighs, that had been an inaccurate estimate at best. Now she could probably compare it to whatever dicks or toys she had seen in the past. The High King’s cock was about twice as large as the toy she had used, an absolute beast of a thing in length and girth. It was just big enough that it was still feasible to take into her without it hurting. The prospect excited her. Regardless, she had lied to her soon-to-be husband once and she would not do it twice, especially when it was his pleasure on the line. “No, master.”
Even if she had done her best to eliminate her gag reflex, that thing would trigger it without a doubt. It made her ashamed, but it was the truth. The last thing she wanted was to vomit on the cock of her perfect man. Anduin dragged her back up to her feet. Tess kept her eyes cast down.
“Good girl.” The unexpected compliment caused her to blush. “You know your limits. We will remove those in time. Lift your skirt.”
“Yes, master,” Tess grabbed the edge of her dress. There was fairly little to lift and her drenched pussy came into view after just a few centimetres. Anduin reached down and ran his fingers through the pink lips. Until a few days ago, she had kept some trimmed her down there. Upon hearing off his preferences and seeing the brand, however, she had shaved it all off.
His touch was electrifying and a throaty moan escaped her. Her curved one finger into her, then two. Pressing the base of his thumb against her clit, Anduin’s hand moved with circular movements. Slow, at first, but quickly rising in tempo until she was gasping audibly with every breath. He kept that speed and she felt her lust rise and rise to levels she could never achieve on her own. Her legs trembled. Her breathing was ragged. Finally, something gave in and she came for the second time.
Pussy juice gushed and dripped out between Anduin’s fingers. He kept going, only increasing the intensity of her orgasm. When her moans were about to turn into shouts, he sealed her mouth with his lips. Although he wasn’t yet using her to get himself off, she was definitely his plaything already.
Anduin finally removed his fingers from her cunt and instead rubbed his cock against her lower lips. “I would love to take your virginity right now,” he whispered between kisses. “However, that is for after you are my newest queen.”
Tess let out a disappointed moan as she felt him pull away from her. Giving her virginity up at that moment would have been completely fine with her. Her body was his to use, that much was decided already. Even if she gave all of her agency to him, she couldn’t suppress her need to finally be stretched out by his cock.
Then she felt his drenched fingers at her backdoor and she knew she wouldn’t have to wait much longer. “Do you think your training has prepared your asshole for my cock, slut?” Anduin asked.
“Yes, master,” Tess excitedly gasped. Even if the toy she had trained with had been much smaller, she was confident enough that she could take him. He would stretch her until she could and she would love every second of it.
An excited squeal echoed past the throne when Anduin began to play with her back entrance. Slipping one, then two fingers into her, he widened her sphincter as he continued to dominate her mouth. With skilled movements, he prepared her and Tess moaned. Somehow, having her ass played with was just as erotic as her pussy. The High King’s technique was flawless.
Before long, her back entrance was widened up as much as it could be with his fingers. He pulled out just as she was on the brink of another orgasm and spun her around. Once more, she was ecstatic over the depth of Anduin’s depravity. He didn’t bend her over to penetrate her backdoor. Instead, he lifted her up. Her knees folded over his arms; his hands secured their handle on her throat. In front of the entirety of the Stormwind nobility, the heiress of Gilneas was squished together into a bundle of smooth skin, sweat, love juices and fuckable holes, bundled up between Anduin’s arms and her skimpy wedding dress.
Then her tongue stretched out of her wide agape mouth, her eyes opened wide and his cock pressed against her loosened sphincter. No fingers and no toy could prepare anyone for his size. Slowly, she was lowered onto his cock. ‘Deeper, please push it in deeper!’ she cried in her mind, the small levels of pain were completely overpowered by her lust. ‘Split me with your majestic cock, master, use me as yours!’ she only barely managed to keep her discipline from breaking and go against Anduin’s orders. Desperately, she kept to vocalizing her lust only through a prolonged scream.
It wasn’t just the size she was unprepared for. The heat and texture of a real cock were so much more erotic than she had anticipated. Her scream became quiet and broken, once she ran out of air. Anduin’s grip on her throat prevented any new one from entering easily. The lustful haze increased and increased – boiled over when all of him was inside her.
The orgasm that overcame her was so intense she forgot where she was for its duration. Her body convulsed, her legs tensed, her toes curled and her pussy clenched as clear liquid squirted out in an intense burst that soiled the floor of the massive throne construction. With sadistic delight, Anduin closed his grip a little bit closer. Her insides gripped him even tighter and Tess felt every twitch of his cock inside her. It only elevated her orgasm. For the first time, a man’s cock was inside her and it was the only cock she would ever need.
Anduin was positively surprised that she truly had managed to take all of him into her back entrance in the first penetration. She was a sturdy woman, sturdy, tight, gorgeous and powerful. Exactly the kind of sex slave he craved. “Do you love it, being impaled on my cock?” he asked, relaxing his grip enough for her to breathe.
Desperately, she took the opportunity to take in the air her body needed. The basic necessities to survive met, she immediately answered. “Yesh… masthaaah.”
“Are you such a repressed nymphomaniac that you’re addicted to me already?” he asked, amused.
“Yes, masterrrr,” Tess managed to regain a bit of her stability and stop slurring, the ecstasy of the orgasm fading and the fantastic fullness of his dick inside her becoming more usual by the second.
“Are you sorry you made a mess?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good girl,” Anduin complimented, causing Tess to experience an intense aftershock. Even the voice of the perfect master was a way to make her feel pleasure. “Tyrande, give her a reward – clean her up.”
“Of course, Master,” Tyrande purred her response. Something in the way she spoke that word made Tess feel inadequate about her own usage. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what, however, and she didn’t have the brainpower required to think about it much either. The High-Priestess of Elune stepped into Tess’ field of view.
Since her people had first gotten invited into Darnassus, Tyrande had been part of Tess’ fantasies. How could she not have been? Her moderately sized breasts were perfectly, her light purple skin stretched smoothly over her tall, athletic body and her bubble butt was emphasized in its roundness no matter what she wore. Usually, that had been a quite skimpy white robe. Nowadays it was nothing but a collar. It accented her throat as a mark of subservience just like the mark around her pussy lips did.
Tyrande’s face was no less gorgeous than her body. Framed by wild, turquoise hair, she displayed the noble savage beauty of her people. With her high cheekbones, elegant nose and full lips, she could have passed as an aristocrat in any society. With her sharp canines, tribalistic markings and the ancient instincts inside her silver glowing eyes, she could have been the apex predator of any natural environment. Instead, she was the cocksleeve of a human king. There was no happier time in her life.
“You take Master’s cock well, you will do good as another one of us sex slaves,” the High-Priestess purred and leaned in for a kiss. Anduin groaned when he felt the full-body shiver that went through Tess in response to that gesture of affection.
Was it the fact that Tess had fantasized about Tyrande before that immediately sent her back to the edge of orgasm? No. It helped, but Tess’ mind was too far drowned in the fulfilment of more ecstatic fantasies to truly appreciate the moment because of that. The real reason why that kiss made her feel so fantastic was the salty and intense taste that mingled with the sweetness of Tyrande’s lips. Tess had never tasted anything like it and was still perfectly aware of what it was. The aftertaste of one of the many cumshots Anduin had pumped into his first slave’s mouth throughout the day was lingering on Tyrande’s lips and gave Tess her first tease of what would be filling all of her holes every day from this day forward.
She was hooked on it as immediately as she was on the rest of Anduin’s role as master over the rest of her life.
The kiss only lasted for a few moments, then Tyrande moved to truly fulfil her Master’s orders. Sliding to the floor, hands gliding over the satin of the wedding dress, Tyrande arrived at the openly displayed, hairless cunt of the princess. Before tending to it, she gave Anduin’s balls, full of seed, a venerating kiss as well. She would have done more than that, but he still was buried inside Tess’ asshole and she had gotten an order. Tyrande moved back up to that pretty pink pussy and stretched out her tongue.
As much as all of Anduin’s slaves preferred sucking his cock, it was doubtlessly true that there were many more opportunities to train the dexterity of their tongues on each other. When he wasn’t around or when he didn’t feel like using his tentacles, the harem engaged each other with fingers, tongues and toys. It was therefore unsurprising that Tyrande’s pussy eating technique was only rivalled within the High King’s array of sex slaves and only surpassed by the man and his godly talent.
Tess immediately squirted again and Tyrande eagerly lapped it, only loosing some of it when Anduin started thrusting. Screaming, rattling and gasping for air, the dark-haired princess was absolutely taken. Her first-time having sex was not only being anally ravaged but also with the tongue of the night elves’ leader deep inside her cunt, all while being choked and unable to move on her own. Everything aligned to make her feel a chain of orgasms that kept going and going.
Time was a distant concept and she didn’t care for it. Tess was lost in the best way possible. Anduin’s grunts and her own moans gave her a rhythm she could hold onto, bind herself to reality while she was lifted and dropped on that enormous cock. It scrambled her insides each time it went all the way in. Somehow it just fit. It didn’t hurt, not in any unwanted ways anyway, it was only ecstatic.
And then she felt his rod twitch. Her insides were gripping him so tightly, she could feel every detail of his cock and that intense twitch she could never miss. She had felt it earlier and she knew what it meant instinctively. Tightening up as best as she could, she concentrated on bringing him the greatest pleasure she could.
Anduin let out a pleased shout and dropped her down one last time. His balls tensed, the twitch became a complete tensing of the mighty member and then it rushed out. Tess had thought his cock was hot, but his seed was searing by comparison. Pumping into her insides, it left the princess moaning for more. The feeling was burned into her with raw passion. Even as she was filled up by the massive load, Tyrande’s tongue kept working, bringing her continuous series of orgasms to an extreme climax.
The elevated ecstasy made her forget where she was and why she had even gotten there. Being controlled was all that mattered. Anduin gripped her throat tighter, strained his arms to squish her body even more together, while he kept filling her with spurts of cum. With a content grin, he remained inside her even as his orgasm ebbed away. He let the shifting of her muscles wring the last few drops of cum from his shaft. Then raised her upwards.
Tess had never felt so empty before in her life. The massive cock left a physical vacuum in her body and the absence of pleasure was so stark that she found herself questioning how she could have ever been satisfied with just her fingers. Anduin placed her on the ground, where Tyrande embraced the princess, quivering with intense aftershocks. She couldn’t even focus her eyes and panted heavily to balance out the previous lack of air.
Deciding to give Tess the time she needed to recuperate, Anduin snapped his fingers in a commonly understood signal. Yrel and Maiev crawled towards him from their shackled positions on the floor, both holding a washing cloth of satin in their hand. They were drenched in moonwell water, causing a tingle to come along with the cool when they cleaned their Master’s cock with it. Carefully, tenderly, and thoroughly, as if handling the greatest piece of art ever created, they wiped it down completely. There had been no visible filth, but Anduin took his hygiene too seriously to stick his cock somewhere else after having just fucked someone’s backdoor – heated exceptions aside.
Once they were done, the two lowest of his slaves started to retreat. He let Maiev go, she had gotten her filling earlier, but Yrel was deserving of a reward. Grabbing her by the elegant swing of her horns, he pulled her towards his groin. Her blue lips parted wide in anticipation and the High King slammed directly into her throat. He had to give Tess time to recover, but his cock didn’t have to be dry in the meantime.
Facefucking those of his slaves that had horns was always especially pleasant. The curved, blue handles that grew from Yrels temples made using her that much easier. Her soft, dark lips were spread wide around his member, her jaw wide open so her teeth couldn’t get in the away as he used her. Her white-blonde hair shook with every thrust and her glowing gold eyes were focused on him. Like every good sex slave, she knew there were only three positions her eyes were allowed to be in while her mouth was being used. She could stare at his cock, she could lose herself inside her Master’s eyes or she could look at nothing at all, as pleasure wrestled control from her.
She chose the middle action, maintaining eye contact even through the many small orgasms that she experienced while getting facefucked. Only when she finally tasted his seed, did her eyes roll up. With only the head of his cock between her lips, he filled her mouth with such a vast amount of seed that her cheeks began to bulge. The concentrated taste sent her over the edge one final time, many times more intense than the previous climaxes.
Barely, she managed to keep herself from swallowing. Anduin had gone through the trouble of cumming in her mouth, when every good sex slave of his knew that he preferred to completely sheathed inside them. He had blessed Yrel with an opportunity to taste his seed thoroughly. It was only right that she did.
It was the first thing that Tess saw, when she got control back of herself was Anduin pulling his cock from Yrel’s mouth. A couple of drops of the thick, white liquid ran down the gorgeous draenei’s face, when she stirred the delicious seed with her tongue. “You want to be that, don’t you?” Tyrande whispered into Tess’ ear. The princess moaned in answer. There was nothing that she wouldn’t have given to be the slut allowed to now swallow all of that massive load.
Anduin turned to her and asked, “Are you ready to become my slave now, Tess?”
“Yes, master,” she responded immediately. She hated the lack of veneration in her own voice.
“You want to be my wife?”
“Yes, master!”
“You will carry my children?”
The renewed realization that she was going to be bred by that perfect man enveloped her like a perfectly heated bath. Among all of the pleasure, she had almost forgotten what being part of a harem entailed. Her skin tingled with excitement and her drenched pussy quivered. “There is no greater honour, Anduin,” she moaned, so happy that she failed to keep to her demanded lines.
The High King smiled and bowed down to lift her up once more. To her surprise, this time there was nothing impure about it. Supporting her back with one arm and her legs with the other, he carried her with the ease of a monarch from fantasy. Although he was nude and although the skimpy wedding dress she was wearing let everyone see the cum dribbling from her backdoor, she felt like a proper princess in that moment. His charming expression ensured that Tess was not only enthralled to his dominant personality, but also madly in love with his gentle soul. Her extreme nymphomania mingled with the desire for affection every woman carried inside her.
Anduin bowed down to her and planted a quick kiss on her lips that had her cheeks burning with an embarrassment that only her fluttering heart could fuel. “Then let’s make it official, Tess,” the High King whispered to her in a soft tone, before addressing his court on his way to the door. “Hasty as it may be, my subjects, I hereby declare my betrothal to Tess Greymane. Accompany me to the Cathedral District and witness the speaking of our vows.”
Enthusiastic cheers and moans were heard all around, as the nobility of Stormwind rose to their feet to applaud and follow Anduin out of the door. The royal guard immediately formed a protective square around him and his harem was following him. Most went along immediately, only Valeera needed to take a moment to unshackle Maiev and Yrel from the throne and hold their leashes herself.
“I-I can walk myself, master,” Tess protested shily.
“Did you not say I should carry you to the cathedral?” Anduin’s answer was thoroughly amused. After how brazen Tess had been about everything, seeing her this withdrawn now was adorable to behold. A woman of her athleticism, royal upbringing and skill in her roguish trade was difficult to embarrass.
“Yes, but…” she stopped and squirmed in his arms, as she was surrounded by the warmth of the outside air. Her perverted mind had imagined that she would be slung over his shoulder like a hoodlum sack and gotten her ass spanked every step of the way. Given the security she felt at that moment, she wasn’t sure she would have preferred it.
“Tess,” Anduin interrupted her, “it is my will. Is that not enough?”
Before she knew it, swooning words passed her dark lips, “It is, master.”
She continued to blush as she was carried through the entire city. Soon enough, it transitioned from an expression of her embarrassment to a reflection of her growing love, as she concentrated solely on Anduin and his stalwart expression. The stepped through streets filled with happy people, engaged in rough sex and large orgies. Despite the endless amount of perversion around, it mainly smelled of food, drink and sweet flowers. That it was supposed to be winter was nowhere visible, as the procession following Anduin grew more and more with the naked bodies of his subjects.
There were only four people wearing clothes. Tess herself was one of them. Two of them, Anduin met at the gate of the cathedral. Genn and Mia Greymane had put on their finest clothes. Fashionable, if somewhat dark in tone, suit and dress. Genn’s outfit would have fit the occasion even in the old paradigm, while Mia’s dress was low-cut, accented with a choker and had a skirt whose sides were slid open to reveal her long legs in stocking and the lack of underwear.
The king of Gilneas had known that this was the inevitable end of today and waited patiently at this very spot. Now, he happily offered his hand to his daughter. “One final walk before you become wed, my dear?” he asked.
“Gladly, father,” Tess responded, happier than ever. Anduin let her down to her own feet and went ahead with nothing but a nod. It was a short-lived formality and the High King was happy to let Genn enjoy that piece of normality among the debauchery of modern society. On his own, he went into the cathedral.
Inside was Arch Bishop Omnius. Although himself clothed, he was surrounded by his harem of short stacks that held candles and burning incense. All of the ceremonial lights were lit and the gathering mess between the Light Cult of the Perfect Slave and the Shadow Cult of Free Use had been paused. All of the slaves that would have been engaged in sexual acts at this time, primarily draenei for one and void elves for the other side, were orderly lined up along the walls. They were naked and ready for the orgy that would doubtlessly follow the rites of marriage.
Omnius had been informed by Genn and so all preparations were already made. Golden, silver and purple light fell through the windows as the attention of the Light, Elune and the Void all focused on the High King. Walking up the centre path, Anduin stopped short of the stairs and turned around. The important nobles and merchants got seated on the benches and their favourite slaves got positioned on the floor in front of them. There was no immediate return to blowjobs and pussy licking, everyone took a moment of abstinence in respect of the moment.
It was silent and, in that silence, the Arch Bishop raised his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Our king requires no great introduction and no great recollection of his deeds. We all remember the reformations he has brought to us in only a few months. The abolition of false shame, the liberation of our desires, the happiness of men and women alike. Men that enjoy to dominate, women that enjoy to be subjugated, he has shown us that this is the norm, but the great society he has delivered to us also allows those of other tastes to realize their fetishes. We are free, we are healthy, Stormwind and the Alliance is more stable than ever. We breed more beautiful sluts than ever thought possible and every man has the real possibility to assemble a harem for themselves. It’s the golden age of Azeroth and of mankind. Today, we shall witness the ninth marriage of this great man, Anduin Llane Wrynn!”
The court stomped and applauded in approval for a few seconds, then Omnius gestured towards the gate and immediately things went silence. Music started playing, the massive cathedral organ intertwined with the beautiful voices of nuns and priests, those faithful that were part of neither cult and oversaw the Church of Stormwind as a whole.
With that music as their signal, the Greymane family entered. Genn and Mia accompanied their daughter together for the first few steps, then the mother stepped aside with a subservient bow. Their joined hands raised, they stepped down the aisle.
Anduin found it fascinating how much difference lowered satin veil and straightened clothes could make, even if the wedding dress barely covered anything. With refreshed desire, he looked at Tess’ curves. Those breasts would be great to play with, especially once pregnancy upped their size even more, and her wide hips would ease the burden of bearing heirs on her. Fit as she was, she would be able to serve him just as well as the rest of his harem and her legs, those thick thighs especially, were fantastically attractive.
“Take good care of her, Anduin,” Genn said when he reached the base of the stairs.
“I will, Genn,” Anduin said when he took Tess’ hand from her father.
The king of Gilneas walked away, took a seat and was soon joined by his wife. Like any other good sex slave, she kneeled in front of him.
The soon to be wed pair looked at each other. The satin veil did little to obscure Tess’ face. He could see enough to know her expression and was withheld from so much that his desire grew. With a solemn expression, he faced forward and took the first step up the stairs. Tess followed his lead and in the silence of the cathedral, they ascended to the altar.
Once they were in front of the marble formation, the Arch Bishop standing behind it once more rose his voice. “Then let us hear the vows. High King Anduin, do you swear to offer protection to your new wife, as all your other wives and slaves? Do you swear to make her happy in all ways that are within your power? To see to it that she is nourished and that your children prosper? To be a master that takes care of all her desires?”
“Yes, I swear,” Anduin responded.
“Princess Tess, do you swear to submit to your husband as your one and only master? Do you swear to obey his orders and to serve along his other wives and slaves? Do you swear to make him happy in all ways that are within your powers? To see to it that he is nourished and that you will give him children? To be a slave that takes care of all his desires?”
“Yes, I swear,” Tess swooned.
“Then, by the authority I was given by the Light, the Shadow, the ancestors and Lady Moon, I declare you husband and wife, master and slave. May your union be fruitful.” Omnius stepped away from the altar, his harem of short and stacked girls in toe. Left alone on the elevated platform, the newlyweds turned towards each other.
Anduin lifted the veil. Tess blinked back the beginning of tears. She wasn’t going to cry, but the happiness of the moment overwhelmed her regardless. She hadn’t thought today would present her such a multitude of emotions besides ecstasy. He leaned forwards and claimed the lips of his newest wife with the very same greed and love he had felt for Jaina.
For a few moments, the kiss was formal and simple. For a few seconds, it was innocent and slow. For a minute, it was escalating and lustful. Until his hand slammed down on her ass with a loud smack, it was wild and debauched. Their lips parted with her moaning out loud. A sound that broke the respectful celibacy in the room.
Like a wall of sand under a steady stream was washed away, the debauchery in the room accelerated exponentially. A few whispered commands at first transitioned quickly into the worshipping of cocks and cunts. Kisses turned into deepthroats. The free use slaves offered their services to whoever wanted it, the cultists of the perfect slave began to masturbate as a show or offered blowjobs to men they fancied as potential masters. Wet sounds and moaned went from interrupting the quiet to themselves mingling into the steady rush of perverted sounds that replaced the quiet.
In that debauched atmosphere, Anduin whirled Tess around and pressed her onto the altar. Her back sunk into the padding made the pedestal something pleasant to lie on. “You won’t need this anymore,” he decided and grabbed the rim of her dress with both hands. With one fluid, powerful movement, he tore the white dress in twain and tossed the halves aside. Tess breasts were now free in all their roundness, both slumping to the side as they came to a rest.
She was now completely bare in front of Anduin and the High King took in all of her luscious curves with intense desire. His left hand trailed over her flat, defined stomach up to her breast and aggressive groped her sizable mounds. Soft meat spilled between his fingers. The overly sensitive princess gasped at the rough touch.
Anduin pulled at her nipples, rolled them between his fingers and then let her tits fall back into place. He let them jiggle, the cupped them, kneaded them, coerced sharp moans from Tess. They weren’t born purely from his attention to her chest. His hard cock was resting on the exposed wetness of her cunt. With tiny movements, he glided through her pussy lips and caused his newest sex slave to writhe on the altar.
The entire room was watching, still keeping to foreplay. Throats were fucked, handjobs given and fingers pumped into wet cunts, but everyone stayed clear of penetration until the High King took the lead. A slight exception was Genn, who concentrated entirely on the lips of his wife. While he was happy for his daughter and saw nothing embarrassing in the situation, he wasn’t drawn to it either. Of all the perversions of Stormwind, incest was not an accepted one.
As much fun as Tess’ breasts were, Anduin could not wait any longer. He grabbed his cock with one hand and aligned himself with the dripping wet cunt. Once the head of it started sinking inside her, he looked up to witness her reaction. With eager eyes, she was staring at the point of their escalating union. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she whispered in a lustful whining tone, as he sank deeper and deeper into her virgin cunt.
The descent was slow and steady. She was so incredibly tight and so incredibly wet that Anduin was gripped even as he smoothly penetrated her. Tight folds rubbed and massaged his dick. Despite his size, Tess showed no sign of discomfort. Her face only displayed a rising ecstasy. When he was halfway in, her feet crossed behind Anduin’s and beckoned him to penetrate her faster. “You need to feel me all the way inside me, don’t you?”
“Yes, master,” Tess gasped her response. Still it irked her how weak it sounded when she called him by his rightful title. “I need you to fuck me, to bred me, mark me as yours forever! I am your property, please brand me, please. Deeper, yes, deeper, deeperrrrrrr,” her panting breath exploded into a loud shout when he was finally sheathed completely inside her. She couldn’t help but orgasm. The size and heat of his member overwhelmed her again. That she had it inside her other hole earlier had not prepared her for, nor would she ever be able to get fully used to it. Too large was the tool and too perfect the man who wielded it.
Anduin removed some of his long, blond hair with a shake of his head and then grabbed Tess by her hips. Curvy as she was, his firm hands found a natural grip where waist swung into hips. Giving her just one more second to gather her breath, Anduin started moving. With great hunger, he watched Tess spine arch and her fingers claw at the stone under her. She had no more words now, only screams and shouts as he fucked her from one orgasm onto the next. His pace was relentless. The power of his thrusts superhuman.
There was no need to hold anything back, Tess was a seasoned fighter and her pussy kept gushing lubricant all over the place of their unification. Each time he drew back, her pussy clung to him and her legs tensed to pull him back. A motion of pure breeding instinct. Tess was far too much gone in pleasure to think about anything her body did in detail. All of her womanly desires culminated in the knowledge that this man had to sire a new generation.
Even with her thick thighs pressing into him, Anduin moved according to his will alone. Each of his thrusts was long and quick, slammed deep into Tess. The numerous, steady impacts made her breasts jiggle in delicious circles. His hands kept her from accidentally sliding away amidst the force. The marble floor got more and more stained with the dripping of their love juices.
A fact that was true for the entire cathedral. Cultists of the Perfect Slave were scattered all around the room. Primarily draenei, they showed off their bodies as they pleasured themselves with toys and fingers. Around them, the free use slaves were used by one, two or even three men at once. Men that were also attended by their own slaves. Some of the masters stayed only within their own harems, their bodies hidden under the servile writhing of lustful submissives. Cocks were worshipped, ridden with an effort to please, hammered into subjugated pussies. With the High King fully engaged in the fucking of his new queen, the entire cathedral had exploded into the usual scene of a Stormwind orgy. Dozens if not hundreds of harems were getting used next to each other, some overlapped and some kept to themselves, all according to the masters’ preferences.
At the feet of the stairs, the harem of Anduin himself was busy tending to their own. Centred around the highly pregnant Jaina, who sat on the lowest step with her bloated belly, the sexiest women of Azeroth were kissing and pleasuring each other. Tongues wrestled or stretched into cunts, horns and hair were grabbed, asses slapped and fingers curved into tight twats. Almost all of them were present, miraculously, and they all kept glancing up to the altar. Nobody wanted to miss the moment when Anduin marked Tess.
They wouldn’t have to wait much longer. He could feel the lust building up in his heavy balls. His cock got more and more sensitive. Every renewed plunge into her quivering cunt caused him to groan. He could have clenched his teeth, held on for a little while more, but Tess managed to look at him one more time. A short glance with her dark eyes, adoring, needing, serving and begging. It seemed to last for an eternity. It was ended when Anduin slammed into her one last time.
Cum pumped in Tess and her eyes rolled up. With stretched out tongue and stretched up chest, her ravaged body produced one massive scream that soon went silent. It filled her womb. The searing hot seed filled her womb in a moment that was beyond bliss. The climax that topped off this endless series of orgasms was so intense that she forgot everything. Where she was, what she was seeing, who she was, why she was there all of it was wiped from her mind in a moment of absolute ecstasy.
The High King marked her twice in that moment. His virile seed did what no regular man could ensure and impregnated her immediately. Quantity and quality were simply too much. The magic concentrated in his seed, with its primary task ensured, went on to rush all through Tess’ body. In the ocean of blissful white, the princess felt a rush of gold and purple making its way through her. Everywhere it touched, the mindless ecstasy increased even further. Her pussy squirted over and over again, desperate sounds escaped her empty lungs and then her dark eyes were momentarily claimed by the deep purple of the void. The colour persisted for as long as it took for Anduin’s mark to burn itself into her soul and manifest on her skin.
No sooner was that finished that both of them went past the high-point of their orgasms. Anduin kept standing tall. As intense as marking was even for him, he had too much self-control to show just a moment of weakness. Tess writhed for several minutes in the afterglow, trying to look at him whenever she could. Love was engrained in every little deliberate move she made.
“May I kiss you, my queen, Tess?” Anduin asked, when she went from squirming to just breathing heavily.
“Yes, Master,” she responded and finally she was happy with the way she said it.
