Who a King must do Chapter 30 – Unspeakable Suggestions

The Council of Six, Dalaran’s governing body, was a gathering of six arch mages, one of which was the de-facto leader of the city-state. There were two most notable members amongst is rank as of that day. Arch mage Khadgar, former student of Medivh, a man who had lived to age in reverse, at least in a slight way. When he had been in his twenties, the man had been depleted of much of his lifeforce by the demon-possessed Last Guardian of Tirisfal. It had turned him into a grizzled old man long before his time.

Nowadays, the only thing that made him look as old as he was, was his grey hair. Even that was full to a degree some twenty-year olds would have been envious, and combed backwards in an orderly fashion. Mages lived longer than average humans and as his power grew, so much of his vitality was restored. He stood upright, with broad shoulders, certainly for a mage, and a fashionably stubby beard, wisdom in his blue eyes.

The other was Kalecgos. The ex-boyfriend of Jaina was a good-looking man for sure. Flowing, azure blue hair, sparkling eyes of the same colour, a body equally lean and muscular. As a dragon, he could choose his humanoid appearance quite freely and he had chosen well.

Anduin had been prepared for some sort of confrontation by the Aspect of Magic. Instead, Kalecgos just glanced at the pregnant Jaina and kept his gaze low afterwards. He seemed, while not exactly fine, accepting of what had happened. Internally, he tried to convince himself that it all was okay, as long as she was happy. There was no show of a fight to change this course of fate.

Aside from them, the other four council members and Anduin with the new three women of unfair attractiveness, was another trio of participants. They were fashionably late, but regardless attended, stepping out of a tear of pitch-black darkness that suddenly opened in the purple-stained glass dominated council chamber.

“I loathe travelling through these things, Alleria,” a stern but trustful voice echoed as the form of a golden armoured man peeled out of the darkness. All that could be seen of him was his battle scar covered face, regardless one could easily surmise a muscular, tall frame under all the plates. His slowly greying, golden hair was cut just short enough that it couldn’t get in the way, but had clearly not been styled in any way. It just happened to be the current length.

“You think this is unpleasant for YOU?!” a second voice mocked, again male, also speaking with the tone of old friends bantering. “The Light has left your physical form. In me it still burns like the sun.”

The council of six and, indeed, Vereesa as well stepped back in surprise when a three-metre-tall creature came into view next. Although it shone with the same holy golden aura as every paladin or priest that did their sacred work on this world, seeing it around a bat-winged, bald thing, with three massive, clawed fingers for hands was surely a surprise. The purified nathrezim’s hooves caused echoes with every step. Steps he almost stumbled in when the last person shoved him forwards.

“You two need to just hurry it up if you find it so unpleasant,” stated a high elf with pale-blue glowing eyes, much closer to the colour of Xal’atath’s than they were of that of other high elves. Regardless, her skin was naturally pale, even if tanned to some degree, not blueish or purple like that of void elves. Golden hair fell down her chest, harmonized well with her green and golden armour. Blue tattoos curved over the left side of her noble face and arm like warpaint. Bow and arrows were hung over her shoulder in a relaxed fashion, but firmly adjusted. “Little Moon!” she exclaimed, the second the portal closed.

“Lady Sun!” Vereesa responded as the sisters met halfway through the room, joining in a hug.

Alleria Windrunner, eldest of the Windrunner sisters, had arrived. With her came her husband Turalyon and the nathrezim Lothraxion. “I told you that name is no longer true for me, not after what I have become,” the eldest sister told her sibling. “Have you not listened last time we met?”

“Not too much, I must admit. That aside, I am hardly a Little Moon anymore myself, yet you insist on calling me that.”

“We both did, me and Lady Moon,” Alleria said, narrowing her eyes in a dangerous fashion. Not towards anyone in the room, but towards her memories. “Regardless, I never thought this Old Goddess would contact me a second time. A pleasure to finally meet you, High King Anduin, may your rule be long and prosperous.”

“Very long,” Turalyon added. “I’ve had enough with one cherished leader baring your name dying in my lifetime. I will not have another.”

“Is that a threat?” Anduin asked, feeling pulled into their carefree mood.

“A threat towards whoever aims to harm you, certainly,” Turalyon nodded.

Although the two of them had not meddled much in the political since the end of the Argus campaign, they had made their support of Anduin’s policies known in… more direct ways. The two of them hadn’t taken to building a harem, were clearly perfectly happy with just one another. However, the ability to just fuck wherever they wanted without society thinking anything of it had been quite clearly utilized. Sometimes to the detriment of whatever infrastructure they broke with their superhuman strength, utilized in full force during their nasty encounters of passion.

They had not, however, been a great part of the war. Instead, they had been with Army of Light. Right up until Velen had essentially disbanded that organization by recalling the Vindicaar. The majority draenei faction had been absorbed into the Alliance seamlessly. Turalyon and Alleria had then vanished, presumably for a vacation, but Anduin had sent Xal’atath to find them and Lothraxion, as he needed their help. As they were quite positive towards his lordship, they had obliged. A few different things he had shared with them via his third wife had likely helped to convince them.

“I come here today with a number of proposals,” Anduin took the liberty of starting this session. “And I want to get through them in order of importance. Is the Council of Six willing to listen.”

“Certainly, Anduin,” Khadgar said, the other five mages nodding along as they stood in a semi-circle, restored now that they had recovered from Lothraxion’s appearance. “Although you must respect the vote of our council. Dalaran is not one of your subjects.”

“Not right now,” Vereesa chimed in, to the surprise of many. “But Dalaran has realistically been part of the Alliance for ever. The Silver Covenant is serving the Alliance as we did during the wrath of the Lich King. The whole city had been re-united with the Alliance until the events with the Legion forced us to re-align our priorities.”

“A call,” Jaina added in her firm voice. “That I should not have made. Although time has proven me right once again in relation to the Horde…”

“Jaina,” Anduin firmly interrupted her. “This is not the time for hostilities.”

“…Yes… sorry, master…” she immediately ceased, lowering her head, her entire body, in a motion that she saved to look like she was just bowing, but had really been her reflexes telling her to drop to her knees and start sucking his cock like a good little slut. Only the size of her breasts and the baby bump had slowed the motion enough for her to stop herself. “What I was saying: the call for hostilities should not have been made. The Legion was our biggest concern and I failed to see that. The Alliance and the Horde joined forces in the end, Dalaran leaving the Alliance to the end of fighting the most concerning foe was unnecessary in the first place.”

“Regardless, Dalaran has not officially been part of the modern Alliance,” Khadgar argued.

“But where else would our place in the world be?” a different member of the Council of Six spoke up surprisingly. “Certainly not amongst the Horde. The only people that we even care amongst them are the Sindorei. We have been floating in the frozen north and now we are stuck above the ocean. I say its high time we finally went somewhere we can actually settle down for a while. Dalaran is a city with people, people that are sick of eating conjured food, breathing thin air and be unable to go for a walk. Not some… glorified base for militaries and adventurers.”

Agreeing murmur echoed amongst the other council members and even Khadgar had to nod slowly to that. “Alright then, how would the Alliance alleviate this problem? We can hardly return to the Hinterlands. That’s in spitting distance of Undercity and the Blight.”

“Northshire,” Anduin said a single word and all council member’s mouths fell open as they understood what it meant. The small temple was of historical value to humans, for sure, but relatively unimportant when compared to having Dalaran land next to Stormwind. It was a basin in between the massive mountain ranges that dominated so much of Azeroth’s continents, simply perfect for the city-state to land in. It would be easy to cleave a way through the few hills that then separated the two cities. One long road would connect the two cities, until there really was only the one.

Anduin laid all of this down over the course of thirty minutes. How he would allow them to govern themselves as they did until now and only ask of them that they provided magical energy towards a new city-sized heating system around Stormwind, that could surely be extended to include them in time. The ambition of it left them speechless. However, they were smart men and women, so they made the mental calculations whether all of this feasible, and arrived at the same place as Jaina had. Not only was it all possible, it was possibly the best option nobody had ever considered.

What logic alone didn’t help to do, Anduin’s charisma certainly did. The men and women of the council alike were swayed by his words and when the vote finally came, it was 5 for and 0 against. Only Kalecgos had withheld his vote. “The blue dragonflight cannot lend its strength to any one power on this world,” he explained. “As Dalaran joins the Alliance, I will happily rescind my seat to Jaina Proudmoore.”

Another surprise to people in the room, particularly Anduin who felt that this action was the polar opposite of what his worst-case fear had been. Rather than resentful, Kalecgos displayed a level of understanding that was almost sickening in its defeatism. At the very least, it was not particularly sexy to withhold from the woman, to see a man just make room to a woman that had left him, chosen another man and was now working for that man’s plans with subservience she had never shown the Aspect of Magic.

Sure, it was better than just mindlessly hating her for all these things, but there was just a level of pride people expected from a man of Kalecgos stature. Instead he simply teleported out after that announcement, not to be seen for the remainder of the session.

“Well…” Khadgar scratched his head, somehow without ruining his perfect hair. “…I guess he cucked out…” the arch mage glanced over to Jaina, “…best or worst choice of words I could have gone for there. Regardless, does the Council approve of the newest member?”

With 5 to 0, again, the vote passed. No discussion was had about this. After looking to Anduin for approval, Jaina took the empty spot in the semi-circle. Although at a much slower pace than her husband, the Lady Admiral of Kul Tiras, First Queen of Stormwind and now Member of the Council of Six of Dalaran, was gathering her own titles.

“Now, my next two proposals are closely entwined, although you can agree to the first without agreeing to the second,” Anduin continued. “One, I had a conversation with your mentor, Khadgar. Medivh asked me to give him the resources to cleanse the areas Sargeras corruption of his spirit caused at their time. I have every reason to believe he was truthful in this endeavour.”

“I want to be sceptical but… I had a close eye on Stormwind, so I know that you’ve been doing great things, Anduin,” Khadgar returned, stroking a beard he had long since shaved off. “So, I think I will just nod along all of that. What does he need?”

“As many powerful mages as you can muster.”

“What else?”

“Don’t you want to vote on this first?” Anduin asked.

Khadgar waved off. “Knowing my old mentor and his love for the extreme, I am certain that the first thing is useless without the rest, so let’s knock this down to one vote and get over it… not that I should talk about extremes after I made these poor fellows gather so many crystals for me…” he shook his head. “Sorry, do go on.”

“Yes, aside from the casting power, he will need a medium to secure all of the energy that is absorbed into Karazhan… I plan to achieve this elsewhere. However, the other thing that the ritual will need are demons. Vast numbers of it. I ask you to summon them.”

“Absolutely not,” Khadgar declared. “First, to safely summon that quantity of demons, we would need a grimoire of outstanding…” Anduin pulled the book that Medivh had given him out of the void, “…quality. Yeah, like that…”

The leather wrapping of the book case shone with many pink and red gemstones, inlaid with erotic patterns. Demonai Dominicus Erotikae, its name read in fel green letters over the side. “All we will need is a core of powerful warlocks to lead the ritual,” Anduin stated, but, aside from Jaina, the council looked unenthused.

“Look, we know Dalaran, as well as Stormwind, has its little underground enclaves that would surely be able to supply people of that craft,” Khadgar responded, shaking his head. “But there is a reason that we don’t practice the dark arts openly. Being that we don’t want to… invite… the… Burning Legion to… Azeroothhhhh…” the arch mage trailed off into an awkward quiet as he realized. “Yeah, Sargeras isn’t really going to take advantage of that anymore, is he?”

“Neither are Kil’Jaeden or Archimonde,” Lothraxion spoke up, stepping forwards from the sidelines. “Demons no longer follow the Legion. They are masterless and masterless demons can be convinced of different paths. Even during the times of the Legion, there was I, who went with the Light, and many other demons that chose to follow Illidan instead. They are still devious tricksters in many cases but if you stick to the ones within that book,” the nathrezim pointed at the grimoire Anduin was holding, “I think you will be able to keep them content by letting them have fun. Also let me tell you a little secret. Succubi may be carrying whips… but there is a reason every demon just loved serving the most powerful guy in the universe. Give them the feeling you are that and they will never stop worshipping you.”

“Is that so?” Khadgar asked, very intrigued by this whole prospect. Although Dalaran had been removed from proper news, the Council of Six knew EXACTLY what had been going on in Stormwind and there was more than a little envy after they realized the whole social structure did not, as expected, collapse into itself after a few weeks. “So, the whole chagrin with my mentor aside, you are saying we can have non-threatening slave class of sexy, forever young succubi slaves? Because I’ll be honest, I wanted to bang those bad girls more than once in my years fighting the Legion. I know you’re ALL on my side on this.”

Everyone, including the female council members and Alleria, voiced their quiet agreement. Only Turalyon was a bit surprised. “What, honey?” the high elf asked her husband when he looked at her. “Have you SEEN those scantily clad sluts?”

“I mean, sure but…”

“Because I am totally open to having threesomes with those.”

“I know I am not a council member,” Turalyon stated to the round. “But I vote for yes, you should do that.”

Lothraxion had, during that entire ruckus, taken the tome and begun looking through it with a scholarly gaze. “Ah, no, I have to correct your earlier assessment, arch mage Khadgar,” the nathrezim said, causing some disappointment. Right up until he continued. “First off, no, you will get forever young demon sex slaves, exclusively female, but of varying races, all of them hot by your definition, as the writer of this tome made sure.” Lothraxion flicked a few more pages. “Also, I think this is interesting. This includes the rite of demonic marriage. It binds your life together, so you both would die when the other dies, but in exchange you can impregnate the demon even as a non-magical being, so that’s something.”

“Okay,” Khadgar clapped his hands, seeming even younger than he already did, “everyone in favour of going through with the ritual that will create a class of demonic sex slaves for Dalaran, and also lend my old mentor some help in redeeming himself past his grave, raise your hand… that’s 6, good, nice that we have that done. In summary of the session, Dalaran joins the Alliance, lands in Northshire, probably adopts Stormwind’s culture just by proximity, summons a horde of sex-crazed demons waiting to suck our big old dicks and then goes to cleanse the southern provinces of the corrupt that have plagued them for… dozens of years. Have I missed anything?”

“I have nothing to add,” Anduin said, bowing his head with deep respect. Meanwhile everyone else around was left wondering how the High King made all of this world moving stuff seem so easy.

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Step 1 and 2 were executed in a matter of days. No problems whatsoever. Northshire was evacuated, Dalaran landed, and promptly the integration began. A first tunnel was dug through the mountain, while shamans and druids made sure that Dalaran wouldn’t look like it just crashed into the mountainside for too long. Sewer systems were connected, tunnels became roads and Dalaran citizens began fucking slaves within less than 24 hours.

Since the majority of the send-over workforce was made up of free-use sluts, it was no wonder the people wanted to test whether the rumours were true. Once confirmed, it was even less a wonder people wanted to fuck those supremely hot babes. Night elves, dwarves, gnomes, draenei and humans were all amongst the, crowd of work slaves, happily degrading themselves as they reshaped the landscape for their new masters.

In addition, Xal’atath came over with her void elves to do nothing else but fuck. Faced with this amount of temptation, Dalaran basically switched culture overnight. It probably helped that Khadgar was seen publicly face-fucking some naaru whore. With their leader so happy to go along with this, the common folk had no reason to deny themselves this sort of pleasure.

The tunnel was usable, traffic increased and after only a week it was clear that nobody in Dalaran would ever want to teleport their city anywhere else ever again. As to the other two things Anduin wanted done as soon as possible, they took some more preparation. The creation of the crystal pylons was progressing smoothly, but wouldn’t be completed for a little while. On the other side, the massive demonic ritual was quicker in preparation. It still took until the end of the seventh month since the night elven enslavement to get it done.

As always, Anduin had prepared things and explanations should the citizenry voice their concerns about a horde of demons being summoned into their midst. As always, the reaction of the citizenry was just a bottomless trust in their Greatest King to just get it done. When asked, people mostly shrugged and said ‘So we get to fuck demons next? Neat.’

And so, the day of the ritual came. All warlocks that had to execute their dark arts in secret had crawled out of hiding. That Anduin promised each of them an ‘I own you’ as a reward, allowing them to claim any slave as permanent property, definitely helped. Interestingly, as Vanessa reported to her master, the underbelly of Stormwind dropped drastically in size and power with all of these powerful mages suddenly very happy with the governing body.

Anduin was close to the heart of the ritual, a burned field at the eastern fringe of Northshire. Orcish infiltrators had sabotaged these crops and caused major pain to the local population. According to the warlocks, that made the area the perfect ritual site. The reason for the High King’s presence was easy. Whether the ritual failed or succeeded, it would be necessary to show the demons who was the master around here. Through cock or sword, well, that would be seen in just a few minutes.

Six hooded figures stood around an altar of brimstones, lost in dark prayer in a demonic tongue. Seven steps out from there, six other warlocks raised their staffs to the sun. Seven steps further out from there, another six warlocks kneeled. All of them were connected through an intricate network of magic lines and runes, drawn with fel fire into the black ash. As densely as they could, a further seven paces out, the remaining warlocks that could have been recruited stood in a circle, murmuring their chants as one as they fed their energy into the ritual.

With a sudden smell of sulfur and an explosion of green, hands of magic formed in the air above the altar and ripped the air open with brutal force. Fire spewed forth in a sudden explosion of energy. Then, out of the portal stepped two tall figures.

They looked identical in many ways. Legs, long and with sexily thick thighs despite their hooved ends. Large, seductive hips, tails of a moderate length curving out from their minimalist clothes, barely more than tatters that hid their privates by the thinnest margins. A narrow waist above, running like an hourglass, and a stomach of perfect flatness. Followed by breasts that could never be described as flat. Large and seductive, firm beyond all belief, rivalling Jaina’s before her pregnancy, just as barely hid by tatters as their cunts were. The single immediate difference between their bodies was the skin of their colours. One was of a dark blue complexion, the other of a fiery red.  

The second difference was visible further up. The former had eyes of a glowing green, while the latter’s were of a dark purple. Both of them had the same face, however. Immensely beautiful, with lips made for formulating destructive spells and sucking cock equally, and finely formed noses. Their demonic origin was clearly visible by the large goat-like horns that curved until the tips pointed forwards, framing their curly hair of black, although tinged with the colour of their skin in either case.

“Man’ari,” Yrel gasped, grabbing her hammer more tightly. Indeed, those two demons weren’t succubus. Instead, they were eredar, the corrupted kind that followed Sargeras and had thusly turned into demons. Man’ari was just the word the surviving draenei used.

Their appearance was only a minor surprise. Although they couldn’t have known what demonic entity exactly would be first called by the ritual, it was clear that it would be the strongest one and out of the possible cast of lusty creatures. Eredar were, without a doubt, desirable by mortal standards.

“Such an inappropriate welcome, isn’t it, Sacrolash?” the red one asked scratching her claws clean of any non-existent dirt in a bored manner.

“As you say, sister Alythess,” the blue twin responded. “Calling us the twisted ones, how rude.”

Anduin raised his hand and immediately Yrel stood down. “I apologize for my slave,” he said out loud. “And welcome you to Azeroth.”

“Ah, the surviving world,” Sacrolash’s eyes wandered over the mountains.

“The final world,” Alythess’ eyes wandered over the fields.

“The world that broke the Legion,” Anduin told them and both of their gazes fixated on him.

“As you say, little one,” the blue eredar twin hissed and they stepped of the alter in lockstep. They weren’t simply tall, they were huge, three-metres at the least, and towered over Anduin with all the menace they could muster. “As retaliation, we should break you.”

The warlocks seemed ready to start the emergency protocols, reverse the portal and collapse it as quickly as necessary.

Anduin, however, didn’t give the signal for anything. “You have been summoned to serve, not to try and fail to intimidate, demons.”

They seemed rather irritated with his defiance. The red one, Alythess, once more glanced over the runes. “Considerable effort went into making this ritual, I can see, but its purpose you will not see fulfilled,” she announced. “You want to have the seductresses of the Legion on this world? You may, but you will never control them!”

“You are to serve my kingdom.”

Alythess bent forwards, her tits falling according to gravity was a sight to behold even if the gesture was meant to be demeaning. “And how will the little man force us to obey?” she ridiculed, only centimetres away from his face. Although sulfuric stenches wafted through the portal, her breath and body exuded a sweet smell that would set the desires of any man ablaze just by proximity.

Then Sacrolash giggled, leaning towards Anduin in the same way, having just realized something. Who, despite this aura of power and domination, this man was. “Ah, you’re the son,” she spoke. “The son of the king who died… for nothing.”

“For the Alliance,” Anduin growled, feeling genuine anger rise in his chest. If there was one thing he could not stand, it was the besmirching of his father’s memory. “This is not how slaves talk to their masters. Kneel.”

The two of them straightened up, lauding their superior height over him. “We will do nothing of the sort,” Sacrolash said, stemming a hand into her hips, a motion her sister mirrored in the perfectly opposite way.

“We were the concubines of Kil’jaeden himself,” Alythess added in redicule.

“Never are we…” “…going to kneel to a mortal man…” “…for his lust,” they spoke in unison. “If you want us to pleasure you. If you want our lesser demons to pleasure you. You will obey us, not the other way arou-“

“I said: KNEEL!” Anduin interrupted them with a shout, putting all his might behind that single word.

The Eredar Twins suddenly collapsed into the ashen ground as if the force of gravity had amplified significantly for them. Down on their knees, hands sinking into the ashen floor, their heads forcefully lowered. It wasn’t the power of the ritual that compelled them to agree, just the power of the man, as they realized.

“Raise your heads,” Anduin said and the two of them did, only to realize they had subconsciously shrunk down to the High King’s size. Now he was looking down on them with his blue eyes, swirls of golden and purple swimming within them like raw power. “Sargeras is beaten. Kil’Jaeden is dead. The Legion is no more,” he spoke with absolute certainty and every past defeat was hammered into the Eredar Twin’s heads like a nail. “You have no more master. I will become yours. By association, humans will be masters over your lesser demons. You two and all of your people will join the cast of slaves and your purpose will be to serve greater things than the toppling of empires. You will be used, you will be bred and you will serve happily.”

“”Yes, master,”” the two of them spoke with adoring eyes, nothing of their defiance left, all eradicated in the instance they realized his true magnificent might. Demons respected nothing more than power and faced with absolute power, they served with unconditional loyalty.

It didn’t really matter if the remaining humans were strong enough. Just the two of them being loyal to Anduin would keep all other demons in line. From there, it would just be the question whether the human masters could make their new slaves submit through other means than raw power. As demons of lust, the summoned entities would be in love if only dominated and fucked hard enough. Something that humans, by now, had plenty of experience in.

“Good,” Anduin nodded and looked at the portal. “I guess we shall give those waiting on the other side a demonstration then. I’ll be back soon,” he promised his girls, who simply nodded, already knowing this affair had come to its expected end. “Follow me,” he said to the Eredar Twins, who immediately did.

The High King stepped through the portal into a fortress that hung in the stars. A floating fortress of grey metal and green energy. The walls were tall and surrounded a central area. A huge courtyard that held thousands of female demons of three races. The eredar, red and blue skinned, the succubus, the most famous of the Legion’s seductresses clad in nothing but fetishist leather, and the Shivarra, women that looked immensely like night elves, except for the fact that they had six arms.

They were all intensely sexual beings, having done nothing but fuck and fight for millenia, in many cases, always listening to the orders of those above them. A perfect addition to the slave case. Their initial reactions to his appearance was confusion, then hostility, then confusion again as the Eredar Twins appeared behind him. The trio stood on a raised area of the courtyard, the portal behind them, waiting to be stormed. All demons felt the compel of the ritual, but had yet waited by the even stronger force of the Eredar Twins command.

“Listen to us, lost sluts of the Legion, gathered by this ritual,” Sacrolash lead the way. “There is no world to dominate beyond this portal. Rather, it is a world that will dominate us. Has before, the world of Azeroth, but will now do so in a much more…” she gasped, running a hand up her thigh, “…fun way. Rejoice, we have been given a new master.”

“We will serve once again, we will be dominated and serve,” Alythess added, tearing at her own clothes already, unable to wait. “They have the right, the rituals and might to do all of these things. Rejoice, we have been given a new master.”

Together they finished, “And all of you will have your own.”

The crowd was absolutely silenced, even demons could be confounded to a dumb degree it seemed. “I think a demonstration is in order,” Anduin analysed and the red and blue demons couldn’t have agreed more. Suddenly naked, the High King’s huge cock came into view, and that made all the difference.

Where they had just been attracted to power a moment ago, upon seeing all of his might and girth, the Eredar Twins were well and truly lost. A demon’s heart was easy to conquer by might alone, given one had the right things. There was a shared gasp of desire amongst all gathered demons as well. No matter the distance, they could feel the nakedness of this dominating man. His sight was pleasure, his attractiveness a taste in the air. Instinctively, the universally attractive demons of lust all began to push their hands under their scarce clothes.

“Serve me,” Anduin said those two little words to the twins and they immediately sprung into action. Clothes disappeared in a flash of green flames as they fell to their knees on either side of him. He had chosen his words ambiguously, to see what they would do. That they chose to do something purely about pleasuring him, rather than immediately try to fuck him, was a good sign of their proper submissiveness.

 There was a moment where he negatively noted that their hands weren’t working on his shaft. Instead, they were both masturbating with both hands, rubbing clits and penetrating their pussies with their slender fingers. In the process, their large breasts were squished together between their arms. It looked fantastic. The smooth skin, red and blue, stretched slightly, crowned by nipples that were a shade darker, hard and cutting the air with every breathe the two of them took.

However, the reason why he could spare scolding them, they didn’t leave his cock unattended. Mouths opened wide, they stretched out their tongues. The pointy tipped, demonic flesh was far longer than any humanoids. They coiled around his cock, dripping goo-like saliva that lubricated his length as good as pre-cum would.

The Eredar Twins moved in perfect harmony with one another. Together their tongues covered his cock spotless, the wet appendages quivering and sliding, providing a pleasure Anduin hadn’t experienced yet. Only the head was without cover, but that didn’t matter. Bent left, then right, he was sucked first into the mouth of Alythess, then Sacrolash, and then back again. Despite their extended tongues, they managed to give him one hell of a blowjob. Their altered bodies clearly helped them in the way of pleasure.

At a record speed, he was close to cumming.  With complete disregard for anything else, Anduin grabbed the horns of Alythess, and forced as far down as the coiling tongues allowed. Even though her lips tightly sucked on his glans, his shaft was massaged as if he was getting the tightest, sloppiest deepthroat possible.

Cum spurted into her greedy mouth. Although the red eredar wanted to share with her twin, she couldn’t help but gulp down every bit, once she tasted the first of it. Her fingers and thoughts came to a sudden halt as the seed dug her adoration for this man even deeper than his power already had. The richness of his mana, its unique properties, brought her to a sudden orgasm. For every demon in the crowd to see, Alythess squirted violently.

Of course, these sexual demons were sensitive. After all, they were made for this, modified in ways that made their devious seduction a worthwhile activity and, more importantly, submission to a supreme master the ultimate reward. Even with all of that, seeing one of the greatest among them practically piss herself with love juice simply from swallowing, was awe-inspiring to them. As was the length of time Anduin kept cumming.

With every fibre of her being, Alythess worshipped the man gripping her horns and his virile seed. She could taste it. The impossible, intoxicating mixture of Shadow and Light. Magics unlocked within that would forever mark her as his. More than that, this semen was strong enough to impregnate a demon, with or without specialized ritual.

Before her was not a man, before her was THE man.

“Moooooooreeeeee,” Alythess gasped when she was pushed off his delicious cock. Although she had done her best to swallow everything, the odour of Anduin’s cum still wafted away now that her lips no longer sealed the source. Tingling the sensitive noses of the whorish deviants watching, it turned their collective horniness into overdrive. It was an airborne aphrodisiac for them, the smell of raw power and domination.

From merely teasing themselves, the demons quickly shifted to a perverted mass of limbs in motion. It was no longer enough to just watch and touch themselves a little bit. Fingers were plunged into cunts, nipples twisted in painful delight, demons assaulted demons with ecstatic fervours. Eredar kissed succubi as shivarra used their many arms to get off as many of the nearby sluts as possible. Cunts grinded against cunts. Impossibly long tongues dug into pussies. All while the soft whimpering from the crowd rose into a symphony of moans.

The announcement had sunken in, the collective realization been made. They had a new master to serve. They would be happy little slaves in his kingdom. It didn’t matter if they themselves ever got to sleep with him. They would be all too happy to serve humans just a tenth that impressive and Stormwind would fulfil that without problem.

“Pleeeasssheeee, mooooooreeeee,” Alythess begged a second time, feeling Anduin’s shaft become even harder, as impossible as it seemed. She barely took notice of the on-goings on the plaza behind her. All she wanted was more of his cum. Taste more of him. Be used more. Be marked more. Become his.

However, she wouldn’t be the first to receive this gift. “You had the first taste, Alythess, it is only fair that your sister receives a much greater reward as compensation,” the High King almost had to shout to overcome the luscious screams of exclusively female debauchery that unfolded below.

Never had he, or anyone else, seen a lesbian orgy of such proportion. Thousands of demons, shaped individually to be the pinnacle of all kinds of attractiveness, climaxing, kissing, masturbating, fucking and squirting.

“Stand, I want them to see the expression on your face while I claim you,” Anduin commanded and Sacrolash obeyed at once. While the blue twin was enthusiastic about quickly obeying, pulling her tongue back into her sexy little mouth quickly, Alythess made the mistake of lingering as long as she thought she could justify. “You will stand and watch without pleasuring yourself,” her new master scolded her, certainly noticing.

“Good,” Sacrolash hissed, shooting her sister an irritated glance. For the soul-bonded demons to monopolize something was only ever done out of a teasing intention. Not at all fitting for their show of subservience. “Learn to share, Alythess.”

“You don’t understand sister,” the red-skinned twin gasped as she rose to her weak feet, pussy juice gushing from her cunt as she moved. “Our master, his seed… it is too good. Never have I before wanted to keep something from you, but he… he is too powerful. I want to serve him so deeply…”

“And I have more than enough for both of you,” Anduin stated, as he made Sacrolash turn around. Her ass was phenomenal. Round, juicy, her tail raised up high to allow perfect view of her puckered asshole and overflowing cunt. Both holes were twitching, ready to be used, the blue-skinned eredar reaction to the smell of powerful seed just like the endless sea of orgasming women below her.

Although the demons were all occupied with their individual depravities, their true attention was, with every sense that could perceive them, with the threesome in front of the portal to Stormwind. They could only gasp in collective envy when Sacrolash yelped in pleasure and pain from a mighty smack Anduin delivered onto her backside.

Getting tortured by their superiors was just another form of perversion these demons of lust were built to not just tolerate but enjoy. Within reason, of course, they wouldn’t love real damage being done to them. A good spanking, however, was beyond desired and basically mandatory. Especially from such strong, dominant hands.

Anduin slapped her other cheek. The way she was bent over, holding onto two spikes along the rim of the platform, pushing her ass out, keeping the muscles relaxed, it jiggled fantastically. She didn’t even tense up in response to the sudden impact. All of her was soft, mouldable and willing to submit to his desires.

Her colour, he found it peculiar, in a good way. While blue, it was definitely tainted by fel, giving it a darker, more purple taint than the clear, light colour of Yrel and K’ara. A shade that darkened even further, mimicking the shape of his hand, in some places. “You eredar must have been made for sex,” Anduin grinding his cock against her pillowy ass.

Sacrolash bent her tail instinctively, caressing his protruding tip, whenever his massive member glided all the way. “What makes you say that, my ultimate master?” the demon asked, barely able to keep her thoughts together. ‘By the Fel, what is this?’ she asked herself. Sure, she was struck by this man, but the demonic energies had changed her so her thoughts remained clear to scheme and plot even when she was at the height of lust. Or should have been, at least, the High King’s cock was making short work of such clarity just by the virtue of touching her. It felt so much bigger than it looked, even now. How much better did it have to be when it was inside her? This monster of a dick.

“Your hooves make it look like you’re constantly running on high-heels,” Anduin grunted his response, giving her ass a few more spanks. The way she moaned; it was clear she could have cum from this alone. Besides them, Alythess was doing her best not to touch herself, hands running desperately all over her, skirting her erogenous areas. This self-teasing only made it worse for her, Anduin was sure and approved. “Your asses are constantly pushed because of that,” he continued. “Your tails are too short to do anything but intimate gestures as you’re teased from behind, just like you’re doing right now.”

His hands came to a short rest on her ass and he stopped grinding against her. For a moment he was completely still, then he pressed against the valley between her juicy cheeks. His hands travelled up her side, brushing shortly over her breasts. She had to take half a step forward, bending her spine downwards quite heavily. If she put her head into her neck, she could have likely seen Anduin’s face. She was quite flexible.

Although she didn’t do that, Anduin could see and hear her panting. Her whole body was shivering. His cock was simply resting against her, yet there was friction, as she shook her ass up and down in slow, swaying motions. He reached her neck and grabbed it tightly, but not wrapping around enough to properly choke her. His thumbs extended upwards, behind her ears. Two pairs of tentacles sprouted from there. Eredar and draenei, corrupted and uncorrupted members of the species, possessed these, just like both had horns. “What are these for, if not teasing during a blowjob, huh?” Anduin asked, teasing the roots of the stretchable tentacles. “And what are these for…” he let go off her neck, suddenly grabbed her curved horns and pulled his hips back, “…if not to SHOW YOU YOUR PLACE, SLUT?!”

He rammed into her and immediately she came. If her body hadn’t already been bent, now her spine would have arched regardless. Arched and then thrashed, spasmed violently as she felt the giant cock stretch her tight pussy. Anduin held her by the horns and held her still. The sudden insertion hurt oh so sweetly, causing her to silently scream. It was the largest cock that had ever penetrated her, at least in relative size.

“ALMIGHTY FEEEEEELLLLLLL,” she shouted for every demon to hear, when Anduin started thrusting. He didn’t just have the size, he had the technique and strength as well. No matter how much her body convulsed, his grip on her horns remained absolute. With every thrust, he scraped over her g-spot. Pussy juice was overflowing, a constant drip of the viscous, clear liquid falling to the floor in long stands. “Master, I want you as my master, please be my master, I beg you, beg… you, make me a shlaaaaveee, a cohkshucking shlaaaave, a cohkshleeeev, ushe meee, mashtaaaaaaah.”

Her voice soon became just incoherent. Her green glowing eyes flared unsteadily, the iris inside becoming barely visible as it rolled upwards. Her mouth was wide agape, her inhumanely long tongue lolling out for half a metre and dripping saliva no less than her pussy was dripping love juices. If only her mouth could have been fucked at the same time. If only all of her could have been claimed by him at the same time.

Anduin had a similar thought roll though his thoughts as he continued to ravage her. “Do you wish to be my slaves then? Alythess? Sacrolash?” he asked the ceremonial question, as per usual it was little more than a courtesy. “My personal ones, to be used by none but me? Do you agree to carry my children and serve me? Do you perhaps even want to be my newest wives?”

Sacrolash could only gasp, “Yesh… Yesh… Yesh…” repeatedly, not giving the series of questions a proper answer. Tight, her pussy grabbed on Anduin’s cock, not wanting anyone else’s in her life ever again. It felt like millennia of debauchery suddenly made sense, it had all been nothing more than to forge her body into the perfect submissive slut to be used by this man and this man alone.

Wrestling down his swelling orgasm with sheer force of will, Anduin’s naked body showed the first signs of exertion. Sweat glistened on his strong muscles, the heat of this fel fortress getting to him in more than one way. He couldn’t cum inside her, not before he had heard everything. He looked over to Alythess, the red-skinned twin moaning as she so desperately held back.

The sight of the High King didn’t help. Even the mighty demon lord Kil’Jaeden had shown less self-control when they had laid with him. No matter which one of the twins, they had always succeeded in playing him at least a little bit. Furthermore, he had never managed to concentrate on anything but his indulgence once he was inside.

The blue eyes of the High King were glassy with lust, for sure, but behind that was the same will and dominance as always. No matter how good the cocksleeve he was railing, Anduin Wrynn was in control. To the demon twins, there was nothing more attractive than this.

“Marriage holds no value to usssss,” Alythess answered for both of them, her tail curving and tensing as waves of desires rushed through her veins like fire. “Only the contract we make with you, Anduin Llane Wrynn, only that spoken between a master and his servant is what matters to us. A master and us two sex slaves, which you can use to relief yourself or to breed us however you wish.”

“Do you agree with that, Sacrolash?” Anduin asked, yanking her horns in his direction until he could somewhat see her upside down face and the blissful expression thereon. Rolled up eyes, streams of tears from the raw ecstasy, the stupidly lolled out tongue. It was all culminating into another sight that made Alythess gasp in unbelievable lust, she had never seen her sister fucked stupid to this degree.

“Yesh… shlave… your pershonalll shlaaaaveeee… ush meeee… breeeeeeed meeeeeeee, Pleashe breeeed meeeee… I want your sheed to make me a chiiiiild…” the blue-skinned eredar shouted more than moaned. Every last demon, even her sister was in awe. It was one thing for them offer something they master could want, even if it was to be used as a breeding slave. It was a whole different thing to be begged to be impregnated on their own accord. Especially for a demon of her strength, who would historically never bother with that whole kids thing.

Sacrolash didn’t even know why she did it. Her ability to think was too far gone to make any reason. It was raw instincts, the knowledge she had found THE man and was going to bare his children. That was all.

“Pleasshe, pleasssssheeee,” she hissingly begged, then her words came to a stand, her mouth opened wide, her teeth pulled back in a silent scream. Tongue and tail curved and spasmed as she felt something hotter and more poweful than felfire pump into her womb in massive bursts.

With the confirmation given, Anduin had lost no further time. Ramping up the tempo for a few last thrursts, then he slammed into her that her whole body quivered and unloaded. All of the thrashing he held under control with his grip on her horns, it was suddenly gone. Sacrolash body was taut and still like a bowstring. For a few moments, she looked like a beautiful blue statue.

Her pussy, however, was anything but cold, hard stone. The writhing walls were clinging to his cock equally soft and pressuring. Several pulses went through it, slowly synchronizing with the rhythm of his own spurts, milking his cum from him with utmost efficiency and pleasure. Her fel green eyes were captured by purple in their entirety for a moment, the exact time at which the High King’s mark sprouted between her legs.

It seared itself into her being and confirmed everything. Her submission to her master, her pregnancy, her new purpose in life and the pleasure. By the fel, the pleasure. Although nothing changed on the outside, Sacrolash being looked into a frozen state of ecstasy, inside her nerves absolutely dominated by the magic filling her being and the huge cock that had so skilfully brought her to one orgasm after another.

At the moment of her impregnation, Sacrolash finally tasted the truest, highest pleasure only Anduin could bring. A moment later, her body went completely limp. Something too deep inside her relaxed and she squirted in a continuous stream that lasted for a few seconds. Anduin still held her by the horns, not minding the puddle of sticky love juices he was now standing in.

“Tshank you, massshtaaa,” the blue-skinned twin finally managed to say something, shuddering as Anduin slowly pulled out of her. Once again, the unsealing of his cock from a tight fuck-hole caused the demonic orgy to escalate. It was worse this time. Alythess had swallowed it all, which was a better method of sealing it away, by far, than getting creampied by such an amount that it soon came running out of her pussy.

The exclusively female orgy shuddered in several waves as they smelled the pure, thick semen that dropped, wasted, onto the stone. The closest demons were whipped into a light, fever-headed insanity, forgetting their indulgence for a moment and clawing at the podium, as if to climb the smooth wall and reach the source of that delicious scent.

Slowly recovering, definitely enough so to shield what was hers by the rights she had forsaken to be his slave, Sacrolash gave them all one warning stare. Her eyes blazed with demonic fire, reclaiming their original emerald-green colour, and causing the sluts to seek fun amongst themselves again. They were crazy for that cum, but not crazy enough to anger their demonic lady.

Anduin noticed this with amusement. Sure, he would have fucked all of those demons as well if they managed to get up the stage, but a certain level of possessiveness by his slaves, he viewed as justified and cute, even. Just as long as they knew that his word was the final one in every instance, they could impose on the other women of Anduin’s kingdom however they wanted.

He slapped the ass of Sacrolash again, causing her fury to be washed away by pleasure. Her behind was a deep purple from all the blood that had rushed into the area, making it even more susceptible to that sweet stinging sensation. “Stretch yourself out,” Anduin commanded and the demoness found herself naturally obeying. What was more, the previous instinctual pleasure she had felt for obeying someone stronger than her was now an actual physical feeling, radiating from that new brand on her.

Her curved spine stretched as demanded. She took a step backwards as she straightened her posture horizontally. No idea what he planned, Sacrolash was still panting with lust. Her head was lowered, watching the thick, white cum dripping from her cunt and running down the inside of her thighs, along the steady stream of pussy juice. There was just so much of it. Despite the amount she was losing, her womb still felt full. Thus cum, deeply enriched with magic, it was doubtlessly virile enough to impregnate her. The thought that it already likely had made her moan.

“Lower yourself a little bit,” Anduin commanded, watching as Sacrolash dropped her knees a little bit. Her head was still between two spikes, which her hands were clamouring onto. “Stop, hold like this,” he then told her when she was just below the height of his crotch. “Alythess, it’s your turn,” he nodded towards her sister’s back.

The red-skinned twin understood immediately and smiled due to the depravity. Two steps carried her over, then she climbed onto Sacrolash. Anduin planned to use her as a bed for this exercise and soon Alythess was laying on top her twin sister, back to back. A normal human wouldn’t have been able to hold that position for too long. A powerful demon, however? The kinds of humiliation they could endure was far less limited. As they were in perfect sync and their backs had the exact same size, the problem of balance didn’t occur.

Their backsides were also of the exact same, plump and firm shape. Although one was tensed and the other relaxed, Sacrolash holding her position while Alythess spread her legs invitingly, both were a sight to behold. “You make a good bed, sister,” Alythess couldn’t help but mock.

“Master will soon fuck your cheekiness out of you,” Sacrolash promised, as their tails wound around each other in a motion of more care than words could ever convey. “Prepare yourself, sister, in the moment of impregnation, even you will learn heaven.”

Although such an idea should be impossible of repulsing to a demon, Alythess just felt raw anticipation. Her sensitivities and weakpoints where the same as her twins, after all, and having seen what he had done to her, she couldn’t wait to submit herself fully and bare the proof around her cunt. Being branded as a slave for all of eternity had never been so enticing. Even Sargeras offer paled in comparison.

“You have no doubts now, do you?” Anduin asked, to confirm things for a last time. It was needless, given the earlier display, but he felt it appropriate regardless.

“I need your cock, master,” Alythess’ tone switched from sassy to submissive, as she changed who she addressed. “Mark me like my sister, make me yours forever make meeee- aaaaaahhhhh!!” She didn’t get to finish that sentence as Anduin’s massive cock split her drooling sex with one firm thrust. Immediately, she understood her twin’s pleads and echoed them. “BREEEED MEEEEEE!”

The power, the girth, the length, his tense muscles in front of her and the firm hands grasping at her hips. Yes, this was the man who deserved heirs and she would give him as many as he wanted and she hoped he wanted as many as her body could give. A body that Anduin devoured with his eyes, as he hooved feet closed behind him.

Subtle muscles under a smooth stomach, glistening with sweat, shifted in response to Anduin’s, initially soft, movements. The red colour of her skin. Long, slender fingers, that reached up and behind her and tightly gripped the same spikes as her sister. The large, firm breasts that sagged only with gravity and jiggled with every little bit of impact on her body, swayed hypnotically. They were stained with more than just sweat, drops of drool running down between them.

That was because Alythess noble features were contorted into a grimace of truly demonic ecstasy. Her inhumanely long and pointy tongue was lolling beyond her chin, her purple eyes were narrowed and unfocused and her mouth wide open, revealing her sharp teeth. Despite this she wasn’t unsightly in the slightest, just beautiful an a deeply unholy way.

Truly, a being formed to seduce the hearts of men. However, she would never again use that gift to darken the fate of worlds. Her beauty, all demons beauty, would only be used to please from now on.

“Moooreeeeee,” she gasped. Anduin felt her pussy grasp onto his cock. Her insides were hot, scorching hot. The hellfire inside her pulsed through her with every beat of her heart. Anduin could feel the pulses, massaging his cock, seducing him to lose himself inside her. His desire rose, as did his lust, his thoughts melted. Especially as she slurred her words along. “Fuhk me, enshlave me, mark me, break me, breeehd me, breeeeehd me, make me your toy, make me your shlut, shlave, everyshing you want, just fuck me and cum inshide me.”

Anduin wanted to give her that as soon as he could. Quickly, he ramped up the tempo. Both twins reacted properly. Sacrolash swayed back and forth under her sister, while Alythess pulled Anduin in with her legs. Their rhythm was soon perfected, with speed and power, Anduin slammed into the eredar. The jiggles of one thrust still reverberated in her tits and squishy thighs by the time he hammered into her again.

The mere echoes of their lovemaking was enough to cause Sacrolash to moan. However, her and her sister’s weaved tails together rubbing over her cunt and teasing her clit surely also did its part for her lust to burn brightly. “How sweet you moan, sissssster,” the blue-skinned twin managed to hiss at one point, only receiving more of those sounds, growing louder and higher pitched, in answer.

Alythess was brought to one orgasm after another by the High King’s relentless love making skills. He had already cum twice, so he lasted for quite a while, despite the speed and recklessness he went at. Anduin had eyes only for her at that moment. Despite the gargantuan lesbian orgy, which Anduin took more than a little bit of further lust from, his blue eyes were focused on her. For that, the demon loved the man. Soon, her own eyes lost sight of him, as they rolled up her skull.

“Breed me. Cum and breed me. Fuck me and breed me…” she pleaded between desperate cries. Her pussy gushed sometimes, squirts she couldn’t hold back, climaxes that rolled through her body with unstoppable force. In only a few more moments, she would learn what that truly meant.

Anduin was breathing heavily. He was going to the edge of his superhuman physique. She was no normal mortal woman, she wouldn’t break no matter how hard he fucked her. Even in his harem, only a few could take all of the raw, physical power he had developed since he started fucking almost every waking moment. The magic and the expansive workout the change of mind and activities had provided had made pushed him in the realm of a demi-god. Some would argue even beyond that.

The earth itself seemed to tremble under his final thrusts. He felt the rising lust, the approaching high-point of the experience. The moment on which he would brand a second slave in quick succession cracked through him like ice, so cold he couldn’t tell if it wasn’t hot instead. The moment felt dangerous, enlightening and infinitely valuable and satisfying. Her pussy was drenched in pre-cum and her own orgasmic juices, the mixture was messy, gooey, translucent strands connected their messed-up groins.

The lips of her pussy had long since become swollen and raw but she could still take more, she still wanted more, Anduin could hear it in her continued pleads. “Breed me! Breed me!” the sweet cries beckoned, he gritted his teeth, the ice splintered and he obliged.

Cum rushed up his shaft as his body tensed up. He wasn’t alone in this. Just like Sacrolash earlier, Alythess’ body became completely frozen. No trembling, to trashing, nothing, all of her came to a complete standstill. At least externally, the only thing happening was the constant stream of pussy juice. Internally, however, Anduin could feel like he was milked. The tightening that synchronized with his own spurts felt like he got jerked off while getting gripped by her quivering cunt.

It was the exact same feeling as Sacrolash’s pussy had given him. If Anduin had said this bothered or bored him, that would have been the oddest line any man had said ever. His balls tightened again and again. His eyes were, oddly enough, focused on the curled tip of Alythess’ tongue. The purple of her eyes intensified, glowed with the High King’s magic, then subsided when his mark was completely burned onto her red skin.

Her orgasm began to subside, but this only caused her body to relax and the silent scream turned into a prolonged shout. Even though the squirting had stopped, she showed now signs of calming every time soon. Anduin didn’t need her to, he was happily letting the last few drops of cum get wrong from his still hard shaft.

“Please, master, me again!” he heard Sacrolash, who wiggled her ass. The little motion added an extra layer to Anduin’s experience and he smiled benevolently.

He didn’t have to return quickly.