Who a King must do Chapter 29 – Power and Longing

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Anduin’s cock hammered into Tyrande’s asshole repeatedly. The water of moonwell poured over them, an endless stream from a magical source, out of the bowl that the cock-riding statue of Elune held up. Despite the several-metre-height from which it feel, it felt as light as a feather as it parted on their shaking bodies.

There was a secondary stream, a constant trickle, from the perfect presentation of pussy lips, parted around a stone cock modelled after the High King’s own massive member. At this moment, the cock slipping in and out of her butt felt even larger than the upscaled representation of it. Regardless, the (exclusively female) artisans had worked the smooth stone into such an accurate presentation, that the High Priestess couldn’t help but instinctively lean towards the phallus and staring lapping up the water from it.

It wasn’t the first time she had done so. Whenever she was bathing here, she couldn’t resist the urge to caress both this gorgeous presentation of her goddess and her master’s cock. It had always tasted sweet, like normal moonwell water, but today it tasted orgasmic, the only fluid that overtook Jaina’s breastmilk.

Anduin’s cock was suddenly gripped intensely by her insides. Holding onto her hips, the High King let out a surprised, lustful grunt when his first slave suddenly started squirting like a fountain. Despite the searing intensity of that orgasm, Tyrande continued to lap up her goddess’ lovejuices. For that was, in truth, what the ever-flowing water was, the products of Elune’s lust as she experienced pleasure through her High Priestess.

With every bit of it Tyrande drank, she felt her connection to her goddess stronger than ever. In turn, it seemed that Elune received more of the pleasure of Anduin’s thrust, causing the stone pussy of the statue to soon torrent with more silver sparkling juices, heightening Tyrande’s sensitivity as she drank even more of it, creating a feedback loop of orgasmic proportions.

Anduin noticed some of this happening in the streams of magic around him and the intuition did the rest. The sky darkened, the autumn clouds parted, pulled apart by an invisible force. The stars and the full moon appeared despite it being past sunrise on this relatively cold day.

Redoubling his efforts, having a moon goddess to impress, Anduin slammed so hard into Tyrande that she felt the hammering up to her teeth. Her checks jiggled each time, heavily still by the next thrust, as the High King’s grip on her hips intensified to continue fucking her even as her legs became too weak to carry her athletic body by themselves.

Out until only his head was inside her, then all the way back in, with superhuman speed and intensity. The raw force soon made her bubble butt look like she had received a brutal spanking, indeed, the sound of every impact wasn’t easily discernible. Still, Tyrande was squirting, her own lovejuices mixing with Elune’s in the water of the moonwell, always thought to be so clean, now a symbol of night elven submissiveness, a way to keep their bodies fresh and glistening while they served their masters.

Anduin couldn’t hold on much longer. “I am going to cum, Tyrande,” he pressed out between clenched teeth, groaning as he barely managed to cling on.

“Yeshhhh, mashhhtahhhh,” she slurred in return. “Cum inshideeee, cum inshide my asshole. Fu-aaahhh-ck me, messsshh me up, the goddesssshhh wantsssh it!” For a moment, her voice was overtaken by a different tone, clearer, but just as depraved and slutty, “Fill me up, Anduin!”

The fusion between Tyrande and Elune had reached its peak, the moonlight above shone with the intensity of a midnight sun and Anduin was at the climax. He came inside with an enormous first spurt, resting her groin against her soft, raw fucked ass, but not staying still. He grabbed Tyrande by her turquoise mane, and forcefully pulled her against his broad chest. Turning her head with one hand, he let go of her hair with the other and instead moved to rub her pussy furiously, while kissing her aggressively.

The already cross-eyed and gushing Tyrande turned into an incoherent mess of spasming fuckmeat. The hot cum blasting into her back entrance, it triggered the mark, an automatic orgasm that now layered on top of the already existing ecstasy. Her silver eyes were glowing in accordance to the moon, but still the purple of Anduin’s dominating magic took hold of her irises for the duration of her mind-shattering climax, one prolonged with every spurt of cum and every skilled move of Anduin’s fingers on her clit.

All the while, their tongues were wrestling, muffling her moans as she could only feel love and passion for the man, the goddess and the moment. One that slowly faded away, as the orgasms subsided. Elune disappeared from her mind, partially out of her own volition, partly because Tyrande could feel that her body would not be able to bear the divine presence much longer. The day returned and the clouds closed completely over the fading moon, when Anduin pulled out of her.

Tyrande’s legs gave in completely, Anduin supporting her as she slowly slumped to the ground. The spring of Elune’s cunt had been reduced to a trickle only more, on that made its way over the High Priestess’ shoulders as she leaned against the base of the statue. “Please, master,” she gasped. “There is no need to wait for me. I will be fine under Elune’s gaze. Once I…” her body rippled with echoing pleasure, interrupting her words.

Anduin understood regardless. Brushing one of her soaked strands of wild hair behind her long, point ear, he said, “Catch up when you can stand again,” and kissed her on the lips before rising from the shallow water.

A new addition decorated the stone rim of the fountain. A series of eight crystal, scattered evenly along the circle, of a purple colour. They were parts of the Exodar, either fished from the waves or simply taken from the ships former flying apparatus. Now that the spaceship had found its final resting place, giving home to the draenei slaves where Stormwind would normally have struggled to accommodate them, the parts of it that had allowed it to move were being dismantled and used as resources to build different things.

Anduin stepped over the rim of the fountain, past an invisible field, and immediately felt the rush of an autumn breeze upon his naked, wet skin. “It works perfectly, chief-engineer,” the High King commented, while clothing himself again through a simple gesture of his mind. “Inside the fountain, it was like summer.”

This had been the intended thing to be tested, whether or not the crystal could be used to heat up an area. The moonwell had been chosen as the experimental area due to its abundance of magic usable for such a test. Having sex with Tyrande had been a more spontaneous decision.

“Splendid!” the draenei exclaimed with his heavy accent, one of his beard tentacles stroking his chin. “All tests were a success then.”

“Indeed…” Anduin nodded, he had been the one to ask if this was possible in the first place. Making Stormwind a city of eternal warmth was bound to boost productivity of his people, in more ways than one. “Can you scale this up to surround the entire city?”

“Theoretically, yes,” the engineer reported, looking at a piece of paper he had attached to some sort of crystal tablet. “Taking crystals from the Exodar should allow us to give the necessary materials to create eight pillars of the necessary size around the city. We might have to tear down a few buildings to get all the angles right. More than that, we need an energy source though.” He scratched the bone plates that extended upwards from his forehead. “This moonwell could cover about 25% of the needed energy. The Naaru could supply another 25%, well, they could power it on their own if they just stayed there all day, but that would mean they can’t have sex the rest of the day.”

Anduin shook his head. “Their punishment is to serve, not to be sucked dry of their magic. I won’t be like the blood elves, forcing the Light to bend to my will in such a twisted way. Those sluts will serve humanity properly, on their knees.”

“Then we’re short of 50% of the necessary power,” the chief-engineer stated and shrugged, carefree. “I am sure your highness can find a way to fix this. Should we begin construction immediately?”

“Yes,” Anduin said, already figuring out where to get the extra power from.

There were three, no, four ways that Anduin could get magical power in a vast quantity. Number one was to get the blue dragonflight on his side. The essential rulers over the arcane on Azeroth, they would be able to supply raw amounts of power in numerous fashions. Number two was to reroute a leyline to go through Stormwind and tap into it.

Both of these were out, however, for numerous reasons. The blue dragonflight was secluded up in Northrend and, a likely source for strain, Jaina had been in a relationship with the current leader, Kalecgos, for a stretch of time. Anduin didn’t want to take the journey to the icy roof of the world only to be met with hostility, it was not worth the risk. If he was to test the waters with the blue dragon, he would like a safer environment. At the same token, rerouting a leyline without someone as expert at it like the blue dragonflight was its own set of dangers.

What he needed was an absolutely insane number of skilled mages to do so.

The other two variants of getting power were closely linked. One was to have a city full of arch mages at his disposal. The other was to have a cohort of demons at his disposal, the inherently magical creatures had a lot of power, if tainted, to give.

It was no surprise, therefore, that Anduin sat his sight on an ally that could provide that number of mages.

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Dalaran, a city of purple tipped towers reaching out from a beige city. A city dominated by the very smell of arcane drifting through the air like the anticipation of fulfilled potential. A city where everything that could be enchanted, was enchanted, to the bucket that went down the well to retrieve water, to the little toy locomotive that drove in circles around the city, if the added numbers of the date was dividable by 17.

A city full of mages.

Anduin strut through the streets, Jaina and Aclysia on his side. The arch mage’s presence was clear and turned more than a few heads. Not only because of her sexy appearance but because she also used to be the leader of this city for a stretch of time. During the most unstable stretch of time in her life, to be precise. As such seeing her pregnant, happier and more beautiful than ever came as a bit of a shock to these people, who had only heard distant rumours from Stormwind in a while.

It didn’t help that both she and Aclysia were still wearing their collars, complete with the golden tags that hung from the front. The outfit of the demon hunter was ever daring, the bare minimum to hide her breasts and privates from the naked eye, black leather over pale white skin, the green tattoos winding over the surface in ways that only emphasized her pear-shaped curves.

Dalaran had not moved since the Legion campaign. It still hung over the ocean close to the Shattered Isles. In reason, this was to clean up the remaining demonic influence. In practicality, every move by the city to anywhere could (and in case of the Horde likely would) be interpreted as some sort of potential threat or favouritism. Something the current leader of the Council of Six, Khadgar, wanted to avoid at all costs.

Something that Anduin now aimed to change.

With Jaina at his side, he had a good chance to do so. It wasn’t like Dalaran had a positive history with the Horde after all. Regardless, he wanted to visit someone before the Council of Six, someone else who could be of use in convincing the council to change their current neutrality.

His steps carried him close to the tallest tower in the city, the place from which the council governed, but then to the left and into a small complex of barracks attached to a mansion. Distant shouts reached Anduin’s ear “QUIVER! NOCK! PULL! HOLD! LOSE!” a quick array of thumping noises, wooden arrows penetrating targets made from hay and cloth. Moments thereafter, the shouts repeated themselves. It was a male voice, so Anduin steered away from there. The person he was searching for would have been in charge of any training she attended.

The guards around didn’t even bother asking the High King who he was or step in his way when he entered the garden surrounding the mansion. He was expected and mistaking Anduin, even without companions, was impossible. The power his manly body radiated, the long golden hair, bound into a ponytail, and the commanding presence all would have taken a trickster of unfathomably skill to replicate.

“Hand to the quiver,” he now heard a female voice just around the corner. She spoke softly, but the underlying hardness from a thousand battles could not be missed. “No, don’t look where your hand is going. You can’t take your eyes of the target. Properly prepare your quiver and you will never need your eyes to find an arrow.”

Anduin went around the corner to see an elven woman. Her body was athletic and her skin of a caramel tan, acquired through the countless hours she trained to maintain her strength. Silver hair streamed down from her head in a display of aristocratic beauty, framing a noble face with blue eyes. Unlike the green glow of blood elves or the silver of night elves, hers simply looked normal. In shape, that was, as they still reflected the world with wisdom and rage, sitting inside a face that was both gorgeous and had turned harsh through the years.

She wore a purple leather outfit, perfect for manoeuvrability, while offering little in the ways of protection. Her midriff was exposed, a glorious sight of toned muscles shifting, so were most of her arms, only two gloves protecting her hands. Tight leather hid both her decently sized breasts, big for a high elf, and her round ass from direct view, but Anduin could still not help but stare as he waited, a tiny glance from her indicating her to wait.

She spoke to a child with red coloured hair, not older than five years, holding a tiny bow. The child was trying his best to keep his head still while reaching behind his back. A second one, looking almost identical to his twin brother, mimicked the motion.

“Good,” the elven woman nodded with approval, standing up with her own bow in hands. “Now, Giramar, Galadin, look at me and remember the motions well.” She reached up to the quiver herself, pulling one arrow out in a motion whose fluidity would have made water look awkward by comparison. “Nock the arrow, make sure the string sits well,” she said, overexaggerating her movements to make them easy to follow, “Pull the bowstring back, try to keep an equal pace,” she raised the bow as it bent from the force of draw of the string. “Hold it for just a moment, aim, make sure you stand correctly, make sure you know the environment, make sure you have drawn the string as far as you and the bow can take it and then…,” Her hand opened with a sudden movement and the wooden arrow of the cheap learning bow penetrated through the head of the green painted target dummy. “…Lose, you understand?”

“”Yes, mother,”” the two of them answered as one and earned themselves a couple of headpats.

“Good, now, I have to greet a guest,” the elf women said, gesturing towards Anduin. “Keep practicing, if you need something, tell the servant to get me. Alright?” Another round of a agreement and the two kids begun their attempts at working with the bows as their mother put hers aside, together with the quiver, to come over to the waiting trio. “Jaina!” the elf’s voice was enthusiastic when she was finally in close range, her arms opening wide.

“Vereesa,” the first queen of Stormwind answered in kind, the two women embracing each other deeply. It was the kind of greeting that only happened between happy siblings, close friends, or people that shared a deep pain. It was the middle option that they had become after the latter had happened. The bomb that had destroyed Theramore, Jaina’s city, had also claimed the life of Vereesa’s husband, the former leader of Dalaran, Rhonin. “It has been too long.”

“Indeed, it has,” the high-elf range agreed, the two of them pulling apart, but remaining with their hands on one another’s bodies, a gesture of closeness, but nothing more. “You look good, but I am not surprised,” Vereesa’s dark lips stretched into a smile as she gently touched the arch mage’s baby bump, “I know how much more colour my life had upon receiving the gift of life.” She turned to look at Anduin, “Your letter did inform me a lot of your happiness and…” she continued on to Aclysia, “…the interesting turns life in Stormwind has taken. I think we best talk about this in some more detail in my room.”

“Of course,” Anduin agreed and all four of them made their way through the small palace of beige and brown stone, everything decorated with purple, blue and gold, the colours of the Kirin Tor and the Alliance respectively. There was no doubt where Vereesa’s loyalties lay. They ended up in a nice, if relatively small room, basically only a bed once meant for two people, a coffee table with four chairs, a carpet and a bookcase filled with military documents and a couple of books about the arcane that Anduin couldn’t imagine the ranger had any interest in.

Although there was a chair for her, Aclysia didn’t sit down. “I will guard the outside, if you allow, master,” she said, not feeling like this conversation was a place for her. Understanding that, Anduin nodded and Vereesa also didn’t interject. The door closed behind her and with it a magical circle that was carved into the very walls. No sounds would leave this room.

“Master, right?” the high elf asked, a bit tauntingly. “I see that bit wasn’t the slightest bit a lie. She was wearing practically nothing.”

“We’re all happily married to Anduin,” Jaina confirmed as three cups and a pot flew by from the bookcase, arranging themselves accurately and then serving proper hot tea to all of them. “We’re also master’s loyal sex slave, a few more than his wives.”

“I see, I didn’t really believe the rumours, the letters were obviously true, but its not really sinking in, I have to admit,” Vereesa stated, turning the cup in her hands. “Nothing against you, Anduin, but you never struck me the type…”

“I had a revelation, you could say,” Anduin declared, his fingers twitching and a bump in his pants slowly growing. The entire way to this room, he had stared at the high elves’ leatherclad ass and how perfectly beautiful it looked. It would be a fitting addition to his harem, round, juicy and spankable. Next to him, Jaina’s massive tits, barely contained by her usual outfit, caught the attention of his eyes every time he tried to look anywhere. He just wasn’t used to having to wait for an opportunity to grope them anymore, suck on the erect nipples and taste the milk of his slutty queen. “I saw,” he spoke to distract himself, “truth between two forces and decided to shape the world for peace.”

Vereesa took a sip of her tea, looking over the rim with hawk eyes. The way she audibly gulped it down had something sensual about it. “I think I understand… your methods seem unorthodox, but I trust Jaina and she has told me of your successes. So something about your idea must work… You know she told me about your plan, right?”

“Yes, I even asked her to do it,” Anduin nodded. He had no plans to keep anything secret, not even that he wanted to add every single strong female in the world to his harem to assure peace with his will. Clearly, letting everyone do what they wanted had lead to war over and over again. The High King would have to establish dominance and make everyone see that a world of warcraft was not the way to go. That he could only do this through winning a massive war was an irony that wasn’t lost on him.

Men could be forced into submission by arms or charisma. Women he had a more pleasurable way to keep submissive.

“In my thousands of years of lifetime,” Vereesa said after a long pause. “I have only ever loved one man. One mortal man. It was a short and recent time in my life. Still, Rhonin… I loved him and I will always love him. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Anduin answered, lowering his head with respect. “I do not intend to force you into something you do not want, Vereesa. If you don’t think you will find happiness with me then that is your choice to make. I do not think of you as an enemy that I need to tame.”

“Yet still I am… intrigued…” the confession came suddenly for Anduin, although Jaina only smiled lightly. She knew that the presence of her husband invoked urges impossible to suppress. “I loved Rhonin, but he has been dead for years now,” Vereesa explained, leaning her upper body against the back of her chair in a way the stretched her tummy and pushed out her chest, all of this unconsciously. “Our children are the light of my life, but they aren’t all I want from it. I had revenge for my husband, but that’s not what makes me happy. Not while my sister wages war on the world. Anduin, despite your depraved actions, I have not heard a single bad thing about the Alliance. From nobody. The men and women are happier than ever and the boys and girls still enjoy a healthy, normal upbringing. It’s still a culture of values, many of which I still share. There is nothing wrong that adults enjoy themselves in whatever way they want as long as they don’t hurt anybody or molest the youth. It’s still the Alliance my sister fought for, the Alliance that brought forth my Rhonin.”

She took a pause to gather herself, clearly the memories of her husbands still resonated deep within her heart. Wet eyes and a smile created a contend look on her face. The ranger knew she would never get back what she had lost, but she didn’t want to be stuck where she was.

“I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life,” Vereesa continued on. “My children could use a father, even if its not their real one. Bringing them up alone… yes, I could do it, by relying on the servants. Between my own duties and spending time with them, I barely have time to myself. And, even if it sounds shallow, I haven’t had sex in years or even a proper orgasm in years, I am willing to try joining your harem if you agree to a few conditions.”

“I’ll be happy to hear them,” Anduin said and he meant it, all he had wanted was to secure support for the council meeting, he had not expected Vereesa to be open to anything.

“You have to accept that I don’t know if I can ever love you,” the high elf said, her voice now firm again. “Now or even if I decide to join your harem. Which is another point. I don’t want to be marked or impregnated until I decide that I am ready. I will be the one who dictates what I am comfortable with and you won’t force me or try to talk me into anything I don’t want. I don’t know how long it is going to take me to say that I am happy to be your ‘loyal sex slave’,” she said that with a mixture of mockery and a blush of desire appearing on her tanned face, “but I will be watching you until then. Lastly, should I decide to become part of your harem, then you have to treat Giramar and Galadin as close to your own kids as you can. I don’t ask that you include them in the line of succession or anything, just that you try to love them as they deserve.”

Anduin didn’t need to think about any of that. “Certainly,” he answered immediately, as it all seemed rather common sense to him. “I shall not force you to do anything you don’t want and you will be free to leave whenever you desire, should I not measure up to your expectations.”

Vereesa felt immensely relieved hearing all of that. The hope to satisfy some of her pent-up desires had wrestled with her morality. Now that the latter was covered, the former could hopefully gain some relief. She could hardly wait any longer, but she didn’t want to get fucked already and risk getting knocked up by accident. Blushing heavily, she had an idea. “I will have plenty of time to test your character,” she decided, walking over to the bed with more confidence in her movements than her plans. With a flick of her wrist, she commanded the enchanted tea sets to vacate the table. “So, show me that so highly praised sexual skill of yours.”

For a moment, Anduin wasn’t quite sure what was expected of him, but the ranger sat on the bed unmoving, aside from her anticipatingly rising and falling chest, her legs crossed. It was evident that she was content with watching for the moment, just observing to see what would happen.

The High King was blissfully unaware that, to Vereesa, even asking this much was far more than she had ever done. She and Rhonin had been pretty basic in their lovemaking. It had been satisfying all the same, Vereesa never felt like she had been missing out on anything, but the letters she had received from Jaina, detailing many of the perversion, had awoken a wish to experiment in her. That and she wanted to witness how much about those stories even could be true. Not all of it could be, it was simply impossible. Even the size of his cock must have been surely overemphasized by formulations and her sex-deprived imagination.

Anduin stood up and was immediately naked. Vereesa stared wide-eyed at the broad chest, the lean muscles and, most of all, the enormous cock. It was twice the size of Rhonin’s and she had never thought of him as small. Where the silver-haired ranger had kept her lust in check until moments ago, she couldn’t help but passionately bite her lip now, her legs writhing restlessly as her cunt began to swell.

Swell and drool, slickening her panties and the leather pants as she watched her pregnant best friend climb onto the table. Jaina’s own clothes disintegrated into purple particles as she laid down on the back. “Watch very closely,” the arch mage said with an upside-down grin. “Master is about to breed me. Thank you for asking this I was so horny this entire time I just needed to get fucked, I really hope you’ll soon…”

“Shut up, slave,” Anduin growled and the sudden forcefulness of his tone towards his own wife made Vereesa gasp in surprise and curiosity. Grabbing the side of Jaina’s face, the High King brushed his thumb over the arch mage’s lips. The soft texture parted, revealing her pearly white teeth for just a moment before she sucked on his finger. Anduin’s erection quivered at the sight of her hollowed-out cheeks.

Vereesa stared with raw lust in her eyes as Anduin grinded his magnificent cock against Jaina’s pussy lips. Foreplay had been a staple of her sex life, a raw necessity even, yet the slick layer that glistened on the underside of the blond Adonis’ dick was undeniable the overflowing lovejuice of her friend. She could feel her own cunt already wet enough to be eagerly penetrated.

‘I wanted just to watch, but…’ the silver-haired elf thought unable to limit herself. Already her first barriers were crumbling. The youthful energy and deep wisdom Anduin exuded just awoke things in her long buried under responsibility. Continued moans, muffled but still echoing from deep in Jaina’s throat, only furthered that awakening by the means of a basic envy.

There was only a bit of inhibition towards getting naked herself, but the two humans in front of her wore their nude forms so proudly that she couldn’t truly feel awkward for following their example. It was just natural. All just natural desires. Nothing to be ashamed off.

Grabbing the underside of her short top, she pulled it over her head in one quick motion. Her breasts bounced out crowned with pink nipples lighter in colour than Anduin had anticipated given her tanned skin. Vereesa noticed the stare of his blue eyes, but it only furthered her want to undress for some reason.

There was a wish, deep in her pounding heart, that he would just tell her how he wanted her to get rid of her remaining clothes. According to her wishes, however, the High King said nothing. Without any tips or knowledge how to strip sexily, Vereesa just pulled down her leather pants, still sitting on the bad, and kicked them off. Her panties soon followed.

Although she had felt just how wet she was, seeing it was a whole different deal. The soaked spot was much broader than the slit of her pretty pussy lips. Gooey strands were even drawn a long distance between the silk and her cunt. With all of her sex exposed to the air, she couldn’t help but moan from the sudden rush of air. Even a little draft made her cunt tingle with delight right now. How much more would her fingers do?

‘How much more would HIS fingers do?’ she asked herself, but swatted that thought aside for the moment. She had already exceeded the pace she wanted to take this, she had to slow down at least a little bit. ‘What did you expect though when you asked them to have sex in front of you?’ the question echoed in her mind as a hand unconsciously crept towards her chest. ‘Did you seriously think you would just watch, with how much you need it?’

Anduin watched the passion-shivering body of Vereesa with the eyes of a hungry lion. Nothing about her gave credibility to the idea that she was a mother. There was not a bit of superfluous fat on her body. This made her abs a bit harder and her thighs a bit less thick than Anduin preferred, but this stronger, athletic appearance had its own attraction. Rather than keep looking at the woman that he could not yet have, however, he chose to pay attention to the willing wife he had and loved.

Jaina was so immensely turned on, the mere touch of her left tit caused her back to arch off the table. She had loved being watched ever since Anduin first took her in front of a crowd, at the very day of their wedding. Random people were already wonderful, showing off how much lust she experienced and how well she served her master. Showing the perverted sight of her body getting ravaged to a friend who she wanted to experience the same heights of life that could only be achieved under Anduin, that just set her very being aflame with ecstasy.

Gasping as loud as she could while still sucking on Anduin’s thumb, she watched Vereesa closely. “Oh… by the Sunwell…” the high elf gasped when she grabbed her own left tit, echoing the motions of Anduin’s hand as close as she could. She wasn’t even noticing that it was what she was doing herself, not before her right hand suddenly was at her cunt. The first brush of her clit forced a high-pitch moan out of her mouth, the kind she hadn’t let out in years. Already she could feel the anticipation of that one satisfying climax she had been seeking for so long.

Yet, rather than rush towards it, her fingers just trailed up and down her sleek slit, glistening in the artificial light. Her pace perfectly matched that of Anduin’s slow grinding along Jaina’s pussy. She wanted to scold herself for this, to finally claim that orgasm. Something primal held her back however, whispered to her to obey Anduin’s lead and how much better than even her anticipation it would feel if she did.

There was no need to wait too long. The High King read the room skilfully, put both of his hands on Jaina’s hips and pulled back enough to align his girthy rod with Jaina’s dripping wet pussy. Vereesa moved both hands to her pussy, holding still and waiting. Anduin slammed into his wife with such force that her tits bounced. The table creaked. Not loud enough to hide the moans when Vereesa’s fingers plunged into her snatch. By far not loud enough to hide Jaina’s scream when the moment of penetration sent her right over the edge of her first orgasm.

Vereesa was done with disbelief. Clearly the things she had heard weren’t an overstatement. The High King wasn’t just a good fuck, he was the very essence of masculinity, domination and sexual fulfilment. Just hearing Jaina’s stuttered scream was enough to prove this.

Three fingers plunged into her cunt with every echoing slap of Anduin’s groin against Jaina’s pillowy ass. Her other hand was used to rub and circle her clit, an action also bound to the speed of his moves. A speed that caused her to work herself into a frenzy. Despite his wife’s orgasm, the High King fucked her until his hips turned into a blur. Squelching sounds of the most erotic variety filled the room. In her own ears, however, the loudest things were her own cries, loud, desperate and passionate, her own wet sounds, frequent, intense and ecstatic. She should have climaxed a while ago, yet her willpower kept pushing her off and off again.

Right up until Anduin groaned, rushed down to press his lips on Jaina’s face and slammed into her one more time. His balls tightened, filling up Jaina, who pressed her body against him as her eyes rolled back. While their locked lips muffled their sounds, Vereesa suddenly turned into the sole source of an orgasmic scream in the room.

What had set her off wasn’t the clear height of Anduin’s pleasure. No, it had been his eyes. At the moment of his kiss, while he was filling Jaina’s womb and pussy with his cum, his eyes were raised and met hers with a silent but clear hunger. Then her muscles had suddenly convulsed, legs pulled up, toes curled, her moans turned into a loud, continues scream, as her hands continued the pace that the High King had now halted.

It was almost impossible to keep sitting upright. Her balance was entirely off, her spread legs hooking into the side of the bed to give a modicum of security. Her mind was seared by the pleasure of her orgasm, yet she didn’t want to lose eye contact with Anduin, didn’t want to stop showing him how her entire body quivered with every new pulse of lust this long-chased, extreme height sent through her. Something her fingers hadn’t been able to give her. At least not, apparently, without the right guidance, silence or otherwise.

It was better, much better, than she had thought. Indeed, it was much better than any orgasm she could remember. It didn’t suddenly make her fall in love with Anduin, just because his mere presence out did Rhonin in the bedroom. However, it created a different feeling of longing. Her lustful desires were definitely drawn to this man. She wanted more. Not a lot more, just a little more, a taste.

A taste was exactly what she could get, she realized, when Anduin pulled out of Jaina and the still quivering queen slid of the table. Her breathing had clearly recovered even less than Vereesa, and she could feel the sweat on her skin, yet she started licking that enormous cock immediately, savouring the mix of lovejuices.

“Good girl, you know your place,” Anduin complimented his slave’s quick reactions. “Cum.”

Very audibly and very visibly, Jaina did, suddenly covering the floor under her squatting form with a squirt of lovejuice. Still, she continued worshipping his cock, licking the remaining drops of cum from the tip, right up until…

Vereesa didn’t even know when she had gotten up and squatted down next to Jaina, but suddenly her tongue was on Anduin’s cock. It was still hard. Harder than rock even. Pulsating, its surface hot and oh-so-girthy. The combined taste of Jaina’s pussy juices and his cum clung to it. Never had she though cum could even taste to good. Bitter, sure, but also sweet and intoxicating. Its musk filled her nose as she wrapped her lips around the tip and tried to suck him inside. Her fingers were working on her cunt again as she went down. Blowjobs were the one ‘depraved’ thing she had enjoyed with Rhonin, she had gotten quite good at it, deepthroating him regularly.

Yet this massive beast was so much bigger, so much more immense, her jaws and gag reflex protested when she barely had him one third down. She needed to get back up, quickly did so, coughing as she tried to breathe. Moments that Jaina used to get back to her proper business. In one swift movement, she took her master all the way down, his erect member bulging out her throat visibly.

She slid back and forth, her tongue wiggling within her mouth, then slowly moved all the way up by sucking down as tightly as she did with his thumb earlier. That movement left behind a comparatively clean shaft, still slimy with juices, but mostly covered with saliva. “Sorry,” Jaina stated, her tone earnest, “I wanted to leave you something, but it was just so gooooooood. Maybe…” the arch mage trailed off when she realized Vereesa wasn’t listening.

The high elf had already put her mouth back over Anduin’s cock. She wanted more of his cum. Wanted to taste it directly. More than that, her competitive streak had now been awoken. Seeing Jaina take in that entire thing meant that it was possible and now she wanted to get that too.

Reflexively, Anduin put a hand on her head. When he realized that may have been a mistake,ithad already been there for so long that any protest would have been voiced already. It wasn’t like he was keeping Vereesa on his cock, he just wanted to keep feeling her silver hair as she bopped up and down.

Her lips never slid further up than the glans, which her tongue circled, while she gathered her breath for the next attempt. Each time, she pushed herself to go down a little further. It wasn’t a success each time. However, the general trend was there.

“Is it good, my king?” Jaina asked, standing and watching her friend so desperately trying to suck of her husband. Cum and lovejuices were dripping from her pussy, she continued to revel in the happenings. Every indication was there that Vereesa would soon see her master’s superiority and then they would be able to serve him together. It gave her a perverse satisfaction to imagine that future.

She almost came again when Anduin grabbed one of her nipples. “She is very eager and improves quickly,” he complimented Vereesa, the ranger picking it up and redoubling her efforts. The High King rewarded her with a lustful grunt, before he bowed down to Jaina’s tit and begun drinking her ambrosia.

That was how the next minutes were spent. Vereesa continuing to go deeper and deeper. Anduin drinking the sweet milk of his first queen and Jaina cumming over and over again from the pleasure and the situation. In that she was the only one, Vereesa’s hands stopped moving whenever she was about to push herself over the edge. Once again her instincts forbade her to cum before something happened.

Something, in this case, being Anduin blasting his cum into her stomach. It immediately happened when her soft lips hit his hairless, perfectly shaved groin. The High King himself had been holding on, waiting for exactly that to happen and simply let loose. Vereesa’s eyes went wide. She could feel the sheer quantity of it that was shot down her throat. Too much, even if her jaw had learned to take the member, that was still too unusual for her. A coughing reflex caused her to quickly pull up.

A full load hit her throat. Another one filled her mouth. Then several spurts splattered over her face. All the while a second orgasm from her fingers, even stronger than the first one, caused her to drip wildly onto the floor. Not just drip. The moment her tongue swirled the thick semen in her mouth, tasted its virility, its intensity for herself, undiluted and sensual, she squirted heavily. All of her surroundings felt like she was stuck inside a dampening cloth. Heat, sound, sensations, they all blended together.

Against her best efforts, she lost eye contact as the strong smell caused her intoxication from his cock to reach its own height. Light-headed from the lack of air, the cum that tainted her tan face and silver hair made her feel like she was drunk on lust and cock, his cock, her eyes rolling up her skull and her tongue lolling out despite her desperate breathes, seeking to lick the massive member. Even that slight touch caused Anduin to blast one last spurt into her mouth before his orgasm subsided.

“Hah… haaaah…” Vereesa gathered her breathe as her expression lost its erotic contortion. “Whew… that was… fuck me… I mean, don’t actually do that… yet…” she swallowed the remains of semen in her mouth, shivered as the aftertaste summoned memories of seconds ago. That second orgasm caused her head to clear up a little bit, able to call a stop where they currently were. Undeniably though, she knew she wanted more in the future. “Are we in a hurry?”

“No, don’t worry,” Jaina assured with a grin. “We have a few hours.”

“Fantastic,” Vereesa said and, after a slight hesitation, wrapped her lips around the illogically still hard cock again. Not pushing it any further meant that she could perfectly well continue what she had already done.