WAKMD - Chapter 24 – Booty of Bae

The extra help was something Anduin had no idea how it had slipped by him this past month. Materials, manpower, money, all of these were needed in quantities that they should have passed through his authority at one point or another. He would have been right in old Stormwind, but new Stormwind had about five times the economic power and more than enough labourers that were happy enough to get a whipping as their payment.

Quite literally, as the few dominant women in the society tended to have harems of very masochistic and physically strong men, stereotypically. Since those men got off on working way beyond the reasonable, that also answered the question about how quickly this thing had gotten clobbered together. Anduin was rather happy for those people, although that was absolutely not his lifestyle, as every path to happiness that harmed none of the fellow citizenry or slaves was embraced in this society.

However, and that was the last thing he didn’t get, his eyes should not have been able to overlook the giant hunk of metal now swimming in his harbour. Although it utilized the basic colour scheme of gnomish engineering, bronze and the silver of polished steel, it had very little in common with the usually so nuts and bolt centric design. Indeed, to the two standard colours joined the pitch black of dark iron and minor elements of dark purple, an unknown metal. All of it was welded together into a ship three times larger even than the hulking vessel Jaina had retrieved from the depths of the sea.

Despite its ridiculous size, making it more a mobile fortress than a ship in the traditional sense, it was completely elegant. The hull consisted of a smooth base, tubes covered by triangularly arranged plated running over it, leaving open holes for rows open row of cannons between them.

“By Light and Shadow,” Anduin stated when he stood before it, slowly getting used to the size of the thing. “Mizzy, how is this thing supposed to move? There are no winds in the worlds that propel it!”

“Master, this little slut knows that,” Mizzy assured, standing nakedly in front of the pathway that lead into the ship. Not onto the deck, it was way too high for that, just into a folding open side entrance. “Which is why this ship doesn’t have any sails.”

True enough, what Anduin saw on the ship were stacking levels of presumed housing and bridges instead, with a particularly large cannon mounted on the second highest ceiling, only a tower sitting even above that, probably to allow people to aim the damn thing.

“It has three engines that move it forward mechanically. If no energy whatsoever is available, it burns oil. The primary source isn’t available, it can be fed magic, Azerite is best for that. Usually, it runs on Slutstud though,” the perverted inventor said, moving onto explaining exactly how Slutstud could be used to create energy.

As Mekkatorque had apparently found out during an orgy, Slutstud in its liquid state was not a still liquid. It had some sort of sentience, or it just was a new law of physics applying to a class of sexual elements not yet further discovered. Whatever it was, 100% pure Slutstud sought to afflict people with its effects. However, at room temperature, Slutstud became gas pretty quickly. A problem quickly solved by putting it under a lot of pressure. Next problem: Slutstud needed a direct path to behave this way.

Obviously, the solution was therefore to make the endpoint of any tube the tip of a dildo. Didn’t get more direct than being pumped directly into the womb of some woman. By putting a turbine between a large tank of Slutstud and such a dildo, apparently, they could make electricity. Anduin, with his human understanding of technology, just took all of this at face value.

The last problem was then keeping the generator going. Slutstud slowed down or stopped flowing entirely depending on how much its target was already afflicted. The two known ways to get rid of Slutstud’s effects were time and copious amounts of pleasure.

The sight of the power generator room was, therefore, one of absolutely debauchery. Women of all races that were chained to their seats, the walls and ceilings, at the height of personal ecstasy and masochism, had their faces and asses ravaged as the large dildo’s continued to pump the drug into them. Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of volunteers for this job. To power an entire ship like this, they needed about sixty women to continuously get off and keep the turbine running.

Apparently, the entire thing was so effective that the amount of Slutstud in their tanks was a secondary concern to the sheer amount of manpower needed to keep fucking. Something that the gas solved in its natural state, keeping all of the men in a state of raging erection. Push came to shove, the women could masturbate using the dildos already inside of them, less effective but still workable. The chains were really only there to keep them from falling off when their brains got fried and because being bound like that got them off harder.

“I and Fenella are planning a much bigger version of this to be build, maybe in Goldshire,” Mizzy ended her explanation. “We could give electricity to all of Stormwind and all it would take would be a couple hundred whores ready to get fucked up the ass for a few hours every day!”

There would be no shortage of those, without a doubt. As he had only a rudimentary knowledge about what all could be done with electricity, Anduin was not as excited about this as he may should have been. However, even with the limited knowledge he did have, he knew this was a good thing for the future.

For now they took this hulk of a ship, soon dubbed the Master’s Pride, and set out with three traditional Stormwind warships. Anduin commanded those to come with them purely because he didn’t want to be entirely dependant on this new, untested technology. However, when it became apparent that those warships could not keep up with even half of the Master’s Pride speed, they soon returned to the harbour. Anduin was now entirely convinced of this vessel’s superiority.

Sadly, it wasn’t mass-producible. Apparently Xal’atath had created the unknown metal used in the construction and even this amount of dark iron, steel and bronze was difficult to come by repeatedly. Apparently Fenella had nicely asked Ironforge and they had obliged. Something not likely to be repeated, from a realistic resource standpoint.

Most of the ship’s interior consisted of empty rooms. Only the parts needed for battle had been completed. Furniture, outside of the spare bed or hammock, were yet to be added. Not that they needed any of that. They had left on the morning of the following day, by noon they were already drifting by dense jungle of Stranglethorne.

“I assure you that a series of rewards befitting of this will come your way,” Anduin informed Mizzy. They were on the top of that one large tower, looking over the surrounding area through the large windows. Hundreds of little lamps and instruments all around did things the High King didn’t understand. A lot of those were around today and it annoyed him a little bit. He would have to learn everything about this to quell that feeling. Even Xal’atath only had raised eyebrows for a sudden beep that was answered by Mizzy pressing a seemingly random button. The gnome was steering the ship from her seat on a very tall stool.

Anduin would have already started with the reward, were it not for that. However, having their navigator reduced to a spasming mess for the next few hours was not an option in the middle of a mission. As much of a shame as that was.

“I am super happy to be of use to you, master! Just use me as you always do, there can be no greater reward for a cocksleeve such as me,” Mizzy announced with a bright smile as Grom’Gol came into view. The camp looked insignificant for the amount of trouble it spelled. As did the rotten, yet still swimming trio of vessels in the waters nearby. They had found their perpetrators.

“They’re trying to flee,” Aclysia noted, the undead ships clearly already aimed south. Unsurprisingly, a massive hunk of metal flying the Alliance flag alerted scouts.

“Can you hit them at this distance?” Anduin asked, with nod towards the giant cannon.

“In all theories, they are 1200 SU away on the gnomish world grid, so the cannon should, at a wind speed off…” more scientific gibberish followed as Mizzy played with numerous instruments on the mechanical board in front of her. Silently, on well-greased cogs, the barrel moved in accordance. Then there was a giant bang, the entire ship vibrated in the aftermath. Blue and gold, the colour of exploding Azerite, robbed Anduin’s sight for a moment, then he could see the projectile ripping through the air at insane speeds. Although the cannonball itself was anything but tiny, it was engulfed in a shroud of potent magic.

It ripped clean through the ship it was aimed at, strafed the lower hull of the one behind it and sunk under the waves only to unleash a massive explosion. Water was catapulted dozens of metres into the air, perhaps even a hundred, completely obliterating the second ship located above it and adding the slimy planks of the undead vessel into the shower of saltwater that feel down. The third vessel wasn’t hit directly in any way, but the hole in the ocean was filled just as suddenly as it had appeared.

The tumultuous sea pulled the remaining ship into a dangerous tilt. It may have been able to recover, were it not for the decorative skull from its sister vessel falling on the now almost horizonal righthand side of the vessel. The capsizing was a sealed deal and soon the entire thing was sinking under waves, more and more water flooding its hollow inside.

As was expected, Grom’Gol was very open to surrendering without much of a fuss when Anduin made landfall, the cannon now firmly pointing at the gathering of buildings. All of the residents were taken captive and loaded into the Master’s Pride. There was more than enough room inside.

“Well, that was much more seamless than I anticipated,” Anduin announced when he was back on board. They left behind a small force to make sure no straggling orcs returned to take the zeppelin and give news to Sylvanas anytime soon. Also, so that Valeera would find someone who informed her what happened. Her help in this matter was now entirely unneeded, much to her probable boredom.

“Are we heading back to Stormwind now?” Xal’atath yawned after having turned back from her sword appearance. Not having had any blood to spill bored her. “Or do you want to go along with your original intent?”

“The latter. Even the ease at which we took out this nuisance doesn’t change the fact that we lost lives in their ambush. This cannot be repeated,” Anduin nodded towards Mizzy. “Set course for Booty Bay. We’ll try to enlist their aid for the Alliance.”

“We can just force them,” Xal’atath pointed out.

“We could,” Aclysia chimed in. “But this isn’t out master’s way and why we follow him so eagerly.”

“Speak for yourself,” the old goddess shrugged. “I would follow Anduin wherever he may lead us.”

“I trust that he knows what’s right,” Aclysia dismissed the hidden jab at her loyalty and turned to the High King. “Because he became my master through his deeds of good.”

“I will try to live up to your expectation, my love,” Anduin humbly lowered his head for a moment. “They are lead by a goblin, Baron Revilgaz, so force will be utterly unnecessary. I simply need to satisfy whatever he desires, greedy folk that they are. That they join the Alliance is unneeded, just that they provide us with the knowledge of the southern seas.”

With that goal set, the Master’s Pride went back into movement. Anduin imagined that there was an excess of energy for the engine. It was doubtful that the people stopped fucking just because the ship was on halt. The comedy that he was standing on a massive warship powered by such debauchery didn’t miss him. Remembering his younger self, often spouting that love was the answer, now seemed somewhat ironic.

However, since this way was a kind of dirty much preferable to burning oil or the like, Anduin was absolutely fine with it, even tempted to join them in the engine room for a while. Doubtlessly, that was an experience for the ages. The woman sat there for hours on end. After a day of work, the only way they would be able to go to bed would be getting carried there. Still high on Slutstud, they would beg to be fucked in the pussy that had only ridden a dildo all day, only able to fall asleep once they were properly bred.

“Kneel,” he told Aclysia and Xal’atath, both of which agreed immediately. They opened their mouths greedily even as he was still fidgeting with his pants. All that fantasizing had gotten him a respectable hard-on and fucking them wasn’t an option right now, since he still needed them able to walk. “Keep it clean, swallow it all,” he instructed further, not wanting their faces to be a mess.

Always eager for a cocksucking, Aclysia moved much quicker than Xal’atath and had him in her throat in one swift movement. A succubus at heart, the pale-skinned blood elf moved back and forth at immense speed, gagging barely as she went on. Although he wrapped a hand around one of her curved horns, Anduin just let her do how she pleased, since she did it exactly the way he loved it.

Didn’t take too long for him to cum. Her lips pressing against the smooth base of his cock, he splurged a sizable load down into her gullet and then voiced a new command. “It’s Atha’s turn now.” He had to say that because Aclysia was notorious for not letting go of his cock unless she was forced to. A blowjob slut without peer, she just didn’t want to stop. “Concentrate on stirring the ship, Mizzy,” Anduin added when the squeaky moans of the gnome reached his ears. He didn’t even have to look over to assure his demand was heeded.

He came numerous times on the drive, enjoying the scenery. The remains of the ancient troll empire between the tall trees. An arena that was still used by downright suicidal members of all factions of this world in pursuit of some Loa granted treasure. Faces of the two sluts taking turns sucking him off, torn between wanting to make him cum as fast as possible and keeping him inside their mouths as long as possible. Mizzy’s ass spilling over her seat, her sizable tits heaving with horniness.

When Booty Bay finally came into view, Anduin came one last time and got his pants on again. As requested, his sex slaves had gotten away as clean as possible. After they made out with each other, licking the remaining precum of each other’s lips, only the flushed skin from the cum drinking induced orgasms remained. Even that faded by the time they anchored.

A smaller side vessel was let down to the water from the side of the Master’s Pride, still almost as big as the average fishing boat. It was much easier to approach the city that way, since the warship wouldn’t fit any of the docks.

Booty Bay was less a city than an assortment of houses and old ship parts along the side of a cliff. Numerous levels stacked on top of each other with no rhyme nor reason to any of it, organically grown, broken, rebuild and extended. Numerous vessels, many belonging to people of questionable character, set still along the countless peers.

Anduin, his three slaves and as many bodyguards as comfortably fit on the vessel drove past the damaged statue of the leader of this city, Baron Revilgaz, and headed for one peer that was left vacant. By the time they set foot on the wooden planks, Anduin wearing his usual brown robe with comfortable clothes underneath, a crowd had already gathered. They had heard the explosion earlier and the Alliance flag was bound to raise some eyebrows in the first place.

The golden-haired king was immediately recognized, but between him, the demon hunter and the (although veiled still clearly emanating dark powers) old goddess, none dared approach. With all of her genius, Mizzy still seemed rather small next to the three of them. Not just because of her body height. Not that it bothered the Gnome, not more than her clothes anyway. The climate this far in the south was still humid and somewhat hot.

Anduin approached some important looking guard, a goblin wearing armour that was more bling than practical. “Could you take me to your leader?” he friendly requested, an aura of the Holy Light manifesting around his smile without him doing anything. Dazzled by this, the goblin just nodded.

“I’ll take you to the baroness, ay,” the usually scratchy voice of a male goblin answered.

‘Baroness?’ Anduin wondered but spared himself the question, he would soon see for himself anyway. The guard guided them through the labyrinth of planks and misplaced masts until they, somehow, ascended a couple of stairs indoors and came out at the highest point in the city. The front half of ship simply settled way above the ocean waves, but secured in such a way that everything meant to be horizontal was, it was like an oversized balcony.

A table had been put up there, a vase with a single pink flower decorating it somewhat oddly. On it, guarded by two sturdy tauren, sat a female goblin. She wore a stained white shirt, knotted together at the front, revealing both the upper and underside of her large breasts. Large for her frame at the very least, around the same size as Mizzy’s and certainly big enough to wrap around a dick in a pleasurable way.

She had a small, pointy nose, they typical green skin of her kind and large pointy ears to complete the picture. Her lips were sultry, glistened in the sunlight, and her long black hair, swayed in a sea breeze. Although her round face was pretty cute, her yellow eyes spelled mischief.

“Wowzers,” she said and jumped out of her chair to walk up to Anduin. Her tits jiggled so heavily that Anduin was hoping they would escape their minimal confinement. They didn’t, sadly enough, and his eyes wandered downwards to see her thick thighs. They weren’t even hidden, the torn legwear she wore ended at the ass.

Not below the ass as Anduin could clearly see for a moment when she was in the air. The dark blue cloth spanned over the plumb backside and revealed the lower end of her round butt cheeks. Much like her top, those hot pants only hid what was barely necessary. Her midriff was nice and fit, showing a couple of muscles as she walked. Anduin could see all of it, from the outline of her pelvis up to the solar plexus.

From the sizable breasts to the fat ass, the young goblin seemed like a green mirror image of Mizzy. They often said that goblins and gnomes were alike one another, but this was just too close for comfort. The discomfort, in this case, coming from Anduin needing to suppress his erection. An image of the two shortstacks squirming under him had blipped out in his mind.

“Surprise royalty, what an honour,” she didn’t even seem sarcastic as she took Anduin’s hand and shook it enthusiastically. “Please, sit down, king Anduin, want some rum, grog, wine or beer?”

“No, thank you,” the High King declined on all accounts of alcohol. “I am surprised to have such a pleasant welcome by such an attractive woman,” he complimented her earnestly as they both took their seats. “Last I heard, Booty Bay was ruled over by a Baron Revilgaz.”

“Yeah, my old man passed away recently,” the goblin waved off. “Tried to get a second giant shark maw to decorate this site of the city entrance. Happens,” she was brought a mug of some liquid without even having asked for it. It was of a murky brown and Anduin’s could feel the hairs in his nose curl even from this distance. “I am his successor, Baroness Baela,” she put the contents of the mug into her stomach in one straight go. “Now that we’re on the same page, what can I do for you? Probably got something to do with those Horde ships that came by recently, ay?”

Right on the money, as goblins always were. “Yes, we sunk them,” the High King was willing to let that information go without a hitch. “And Grom’Gol will be no longer.”

“Seriously? Great! Less competition!” Baela grinned ear to ear and threw her mug overboard without any care in the world. “Can you blow up the sorry remains of the Bloodsail maggots as well while you’re at it?”

Those pirates were a thorn in everybody’s side, so Anduin wasn’t fundamentally opposed to it. However, he couldn’t just give what he was asked for, this was a negotiation. “Not without compensation,” he shook his head.

“Whaddya want then?” Baela asked, leaning back in her chair in a way that pushed out her chest.

“Information, continuously,” the High King stated quite clearly. “You know the people around here and the southern sea. Tell the Alliance whenever the Horde approaches.”

“Aaaahhhh, see, there is a problem with that,” the baroness immediately went ahead. “At the start, the Horde won’t mind, but they’ll quickly catch onto the fact that my laddies are giving away their positions. Then evil Silvy will have even our neutral ships sunk, because I don’t trust that howling banshee not to be a bitch like that. Once they sink the ships and the other captains find out its because of a deal I made with you, my position is as surely gone as my house will be on fire.” She gave him a long, hard look. “Can’t serve you like this, I am afraid.”

“You arrogant…” Xal’atath stepped forwards from the background but Anduin raised his hand and the old goddess stepped backwards again. “All will serve the master,” she added quietly nonetheless.

“I will eradicate the Bloodsails for you,” since the night elven navy had already moved out, giving them that extra order would be a miniscule extra effort. “What else do you want?”

“Money, of course,” Baela rolled her eyes. “Enough of it to bathe in!”

“Consider it done,” Anduin promised with quick certainty. “I can also offer you security, architects to improve your houses here, metal and new ships at a discount once the war effort has been completed.” He waited for a second, then added, “or new ships for free and royal pardons for past sin for every last one of your criminals if Booty Bay formally joins the Alliance. You will have to deal with Sylvanas’ wrath immediately, but you will also enjoy a life in a proper city. One that I am willing to grant the autonomy of its own member state of the Alliance, not another province of Stormwind.”

Even though he had expected her to sat there flabbergasted, Baela just smirked. “That all sounds rather gracious, yes it does,” she said. “And I am inclined to accept with some more negotiation, but there is one more thing you didn’t mention that I want.”

“Let’s hear it, then,” he leaned back, all of this seemed to go rather well.

“I want to get fuuuuuckeeeed,” Baela moaned out loud and ripped open her shirt. The green jiggly orbs bounced freely, the dark green nipples quickly hardening in the tropical air. “All the time I hear about Stormwind and its king with the giant wonder cock. Come on goldilocks, show me!”

“Right here?”

“What, shy?” she asked, now a bit mocking.

“No,” Anduin shook his head and got up. “It’s just that the whole city will hear.”

“Big words from a…” Baela finally went quiet when Anduin, stood up and his semi-erect cock came out into the open. The massive prick caused the goblin’s eyes to go wide and for her to grab the vase and toss it away like the mug earlier to get better look. “…big boy,” she gasped, finishing her sentence. She gulped, thinking about the wisdom of her demand again, then tossing wisdom into the proverbial bin. “Yeah, right here is fine,” she announced and crawled over the table.

Anduin let her approach and stop in front of him. On her knees on that low table, her face was barely higher than his crotch when she sat upright. Although this wasn’t the first dick she had seen in her life, Baela reached out like a shy virgin. Her small hands with slender fingers reached out and wrapped around the massive member, gave it a few good pumps and looked at it become even bigger.

Before she knew it, the baroness was grinding her face against it, her pink tongue sliding along the underside. It was sticky and sweet, clearly had been used not too long ago and yet got as hard as a mithril rod. “Oh fuck, I love the giant ones… and this one is GIANT!” Baela purred, taking a deep whiff of Anduin’s musk. It was thick, no wonder how close to the source she was, and intermingled with a bunch of female scents that stuck to it. Not like a marking of territory, quite the opposite, more like a belt of medals proudly worn.

It made the baroness feel light-headed, as blood evacuated her brain and took shelter in her labia, where it was much more direly needed apparently. It was a level of immediate desire that she had never experienced before. Then again, she was a total size queen and she had never been this close to such a massive, manly smelling cock before.

She slowly went up the size, sampling the good, until she caught a salty drop of precum on her tongue and shuddered. That taste was, just like the smell, much more intense than what she was used to, in a way she wasn’t yet certain just how good it was. Her mouth opened, ready to go on, but she stopped herself at the moment.

“Whu, man that thing looks tasty,” she joked and lay down backwards on the table, black hair and white shirt sprawling out underneath her. “But this is about me getting fucked, so get on it!”

“Alright,” Anduin just smirked and got working on her pants. A single cord at the front kept them secured. It was quickly undone and then he pulled the pants off the baroness’ ass. With how tight those pants were, that actually turned out to be the hard part of undressing her. They stuck to her fat ass despite being completely dry. Well, except for the part where it connected to her pussy. Gooey strands connected that bit to her until Anduin tossed it aside.

He sat back down to be level with her cunt. Her ass was the same smooth, bright green as the rest of her. Forcing her legs backwards, the jiggling mass transformed into two extremely firm globes. “Hold them there,” he commanded the goblin.

The baroness furrowed her eyebrows. “Yo, king or nor this is my cit-“

“You asked to get fucked!” Anduin interrupted her in an authoritative tone, giving her ass a little slap that barely produced a sound. “Not be fucked or have sex, no, so I will give you exactly what you asked for. Hold your legs there.” In Baela’s eyes reflected confusion as to why she obeyed, but a sudden increase in the glistening between her legs made it pretty clear that his voice had the intended effect. Even without any drugs, the High King still exuded raw dominance.

His face closed in on her pussy. This was the only part of her body that had hair, a bit of a bush that still gave her pussy away to view without a problem. Anduin leaned in, the strands gently tickling his cheeks. Extended tongue, he licked through her. She tasted sweet and of fresh sweat. The tip of his tongue soon found the little bump of her clitoris and he gave it a kiss. Baela moaned for the first time.

He grabbed her by the hips and raised her tight ass up to have better access. Under his skilled movements, her pussy soon swelled to a darker shade of green. Saliva mixed with her lovejuices, a spurt of which entered his mouth when he penetrated her with his tongue. That first pleased note from her mouth was soon followed by more as Anduin turned up his efforts. A song whose pitch went ever higher.

Due to how small she was, the High King wanted her to be as wet as possible. If he had known that he already had her much wetter than she had ever before been in her life, he may have stopped. To someone who was used to turning woman on until the excesses of their pussy juices flowed down to the floor, having inside of her thighs and half his face glistening wasn’t that unusual.

Taking one hand off her again, Anduin reached down to her asshole. The lubricating mixture had already flown down to there, so he had no problems slipping a finger inside there. “Ssssssss….Fuuuuuck,” Baela cried out, Anduin left her no time to formulate any proper sentences as lapped up her delicious cunt with quick, interchanged movements. Outer lips, clit, as deep down as his tongue could reach, curving against the sensitive spots hidden in the folds, the High King stimulated her on all fronts. A second finger slipped past her sphincter, widening it. That would doubtlessly be useful in the near future.

Suddenly, he felt her abdominal muscles tense up under his other hand. All noises ceased, just as a much larger wave of girlcum flooded Anduin’s mouth. He drank from the honeypot with great willingness, moving his tongue as little as he could in her constricting pussy. A third finger slipped into her ass and pushed the climax to a ragged scream that echoed from the displaced ship deck.

“G-gotta hand it to ya,” Baela gasped when Anduin pulled away. “You weren’t kidding when you said it would be loud- Aaaaah!” she moaned again when his girthy cock slapped down on her dripping cunt.

“I said the entire city would hear you,” Anduin reminded her, “and I am yet to make good on that promise.” With fear and anticipation in her eyes, Baela bit her lower lip and held her legs spread wide. Lubricating himself on her overflowing lovejuices, the High King’s cock grinded over her puffy pussy lips. Even now, the goblin’s cunt attempted to gobble up his dick, clinging to the shaft. Whenever his balls slapped against her firm, round ass, precum dripped from his tip, well past the naval.

When she could no longer wait, was about to ask, plead for more, Anduin pulled all the way back and parted her cunt. His hands slammed on the table on either side of her as he put his entire weight into that initial thrust. She was fantastically tight and wet enough that it didn’t matter. Every centimetre he fed her greedy cunt opened her mouth wider. No new screams came, only guttural gasps as a sizable bump spread further and further up her crotch and stomach.

When he hit her womb, he stopped for a moment, afraid it might hurt her. Evidently, goblin’s were already three steps further than gnome’s had been on the cross-species breeding. The only effect hitting the deepest part of her pussy had on the greenskin was her spine arching up under Anduin. Something he could only feel, not see, since Baela was so small and he was pinning her down with his entire body.

Tiny green legs stuck out past his own frame, spreading out further as he sunk down to the base into her. All of her insides made room for her cock. “Yessssss,” the goblin gasped when she finally felt his crotch. “Thish the cock I wash waiting fooooor, shoooo biiiig.” She had always loved being stretched out, but this was different. She was bloated with his shaft, a sleeve tight around it.

“It’s more than just big,” Anduin announced, she barely heard him over the blood pumping past her ears. Then he began to move. Not in any soft style, not in the slightest. SLAP SLAP SLAP! Quick hard thrusts slammed against her buttocks. Squelching sounds went along with high pitched moans. Immediately she was on the edge of orgasm. Past it. Feeling pussy juices gush from her cunt, continuously. She was still at the climax when the next orgasm layered on top of it. She just couldn’t stop cumming, gushing, her voice went louder and louder. Her hands relaxed, unable to hold her legs anymore, which were about to close around Anduin’s hips.

When he suddenly pulled out of her.

Spasming, her body barely under her control, Baela was still cumming when she raised her head. The world was a whirl of sparkles and explosions of pleasure. Her bodyguards, who had seen her take so many cocks, including their own, looked at her in surprise, having never seen her come this hard. She had no care whatsoever for their opinion, her cunt was empty of that massive cock. Masturbating, a desperate attempt to cling onto the remaining feeling, failing at it, she searched for the man.

“Your first reward,” Anduin grunted as he lifted Mizzy onto his cock. The woman had gotten naked, as had the two tall elves, who stood and watched with a depraved look in their eyes. The gnome had some sort of marking around her smooth pussy.

“What the… fuck are you… dooinnnnghhh?!” Baela demanded to know, unable to keep her eyes focused or her fingers from prodding her clit and prolonging her ecstasy. This aftershock was more brutal than some orgasms she had in the past.

Anduin didn’t answer, not immediately, just turned towards her as he thrust violently into Mizzy. The gnome, as small as herself, was bouncing on the cock to her immense envy. After just a couple of thrusts, Mizzy’s eyes rolled upwards and her tongue came darting out to a squealing scream. It looked so hot, Baela couldn’t help but wish she was in that position, wondering what made the gnome cum that hard so suddenly. Her fingers moved in a blur, still no replacement for that wondrous dick.

The High King pulled out after a short while that felt like an eternity. Globs of cum dropped out of Mizzy’s wide open cunt, soiling the wooden boards. Was her own pussy spread like that, the pirate baroness wondered? It certainly felt empty.

“You asked to get fucked,” Anduin reminded her for the second time. “But I assumed you wouldn’t want me to impregnate you. I had to finish in someone else.”

Unsure how to answer, Baela just moaned longingly as she rubbed her clit. Currently last of the Revilgaz, maybe she should have gotten a kid. She wasn’t on any sort of alchemic birth control and this stud clearly had what it took. ‘Yes, that huge cock, dumping its huge load all in me…’ she thought, then shook her head. That was just the size queen inside her talking, getting knocked up today certainly would be a bit too much. What would be next, becoming his slave?

Asking herself that question suddenly jolted her sensibility as her body answered the question with an intense orgasm. Images of herself in compromised positions, getting fucked by that huge cock while helplessly bound, filled her mind as her hips darted off the ground. Even bringing herself to climax was much more intense right now. The High King’s gaze bore into her an awoke submissive needs she never knew she had.

Still, even in that orgasmic haze, she held onto a shred of reason. She couldn’t just immediately surrender to that cock. No matter how fat and juicy it looked. How much it stretched her. How its owner stood there like a gloriously toned angel, fashioned from marble and gold.

Although she wanted to feel his cum inside her, the hot load to seer her insides with delightful ecstasy, her reason was still strong enough to win out. However, she still wanted, needed that cock inside her again. Female instincts screamed at her that even a drop of his thick seed would knock her up. As it was, she couldn’t have him in her pussy again.

An idea hit her, one where her reason had to conceded yet more ground to her raw perversion. “You can fuck me up the ass!” she almost screamed, stopping in her masturbation to stretch her sphincter with both hands. “You can cum there as many times as you want!” The dark green muscle had been widened earlier, Anduin having anticipated that she wouldn’t be able to stop after being taken just that little bit.

He also had an inkling suspicion that she wouldn’t be able to stop feeling his seed just in her butt, but that was something to be seen in a few minutes. “I think I already fulfilled my share of the bargain,” he said, watching the goblin’s long ears slump as she realized she couldn’t argue the opposite. “However,” he put Mizzy down, whose cum-dripping cunt was immediately the target of Aclysia and Xal’ataths greedy tongues, “continuing to fuck you is its own reward. You are one tight, small slut, a truly supreme pussy and I am sure your ass is just as great a place to fuck.”

“Thank you!” Baela reflexively answered, despite being addressed like some peace of meat on a market. Something about that made her squirt a little.

Two steps and Anduin was in front of her again, beating his meet to nicely distribute the slick mixture of cum and lovejuices. Some doubt fluttered in her heart. Baela had never actually taken any moderately large cock in her ass, just some small toys at the side. Now it was too late to protest, however, and the cock-hungry whore inside her wouldn’t have allowed her to back out anyway.

She was turned on her back, toes barely connecting to the floor, and bent over the table. Hands stretched out and pinned in front of her, she felt the High King’s cock press against her sphincter. Being unable to see it made it somehow feel even bigger.

Anduin grit his teeth and grunted pleasurably. Stretched or not, the first penetration of a girl’s ass was always tight. The fat head of his cock parted her like a battering ram. Cut-off moans of raw debauchery echoed from Baela’s mouth for every centimetre of cock buried inside her. She had never had something this big up her ass.

She was loving every bit of it.

The edge of the table was grinding against her clit, causing her pussy to gush as a series of short, mind-blowing orgasms washed over her. Her body tried to struggle, muscles quivering uncontrollably, but she was pinned down completely by his arms and his dick.

Her eyes could only see a landscape of white flashes, dominating what may have been a view of her city, while she heard only the devastating mix of her own ravaging. Her screaming moans, first and foremost, then the mighty slapping oh his thrusts against her ass. Meaty as her behind was, the High King’s strength still shook her entire body. Although her organs were rearranged by the girth of his dick, she only felt raw ecstasy. Her head was raised as high as she could arch her spine in her pinned position. Saliva ran down the edges of her soft lips and to her chin, falling to the table.

“I am cumming,” the High King grunted, taken by the goblins cock-hugging tightness. He didn’t get an answer to the warning, only more screams. The level of her enjoyment only furthered his own, he sped up for the final spurt, then stopped with one last slam down to the base.

Baela felt something inside her break when she felt the amount of hot cum pumping into her asshole. Something fundamental and reasonable, a level of reason she had used to make herself powerful in the world, suddenly rerouting to only answer one single question: how can I keep getting fucked by this massive cock, forever?

There was no opportunity to answer this question, at least not right now. Despite having kept the end of the bargain twice-over, Anduin was not done yet. Not by far. He was inside this goblin sluts tight ass and he wasn’t going to slip out anytime soon. He let go of her arms, which lay quivering on the table as he instead wrapped his hands around her neck.

Her bodyguards may have been alarmed by this under any normal circumstances, but seeing the sexual prowess of the High King in action paralyzed even the proudest men. All they did was watch, as Anduin began choking Baela with his strong hands. No more sounds echoed from her throat as her eyes rolled up her skull and her tongue lolled out like a useless piece of limp meat.

“You asked to get fucked, you shall have it,” Anduin repeated the mantra, although Baela couldn’t hear him anymore over the sound of her blood pumping. Immediately thereafter, he began thrusting into her again. Air was a resource Baela was only given sparing access too in the coming minutes, as Anduin’s massive member continued to ravage her insides, lubricated with the very sperm he was filling her with.

He came a second time pretty much immediately. The whole situation just played too much into his kinks and the tighter he grabbed her throat, the tighter her behind seemed to get. It was tempting to just clamp down as strong as he could, but the dark desires were kept in check by what noble side remained even in the depraved of actions.

Behind him he heard the moans of Mizzy, as she had her holes fervently licked by Xal’atath and Aclysia, the perfect backdrop to the cacophony of choked sounds Baela pressed out. The longer they went on, the more Anduin lifted her off the table, until she was just a limp ragdoll whose quivering hole he rammed his cock into while holding her still at the neck.

Not entirely limp, admittedly, as the orgasmic shivers caused all of her muscles to spasm repeatedly. It rubbed pleasantly against Anduin’s cock whenever the muscles of her legs and torso tensed and relaxed. Fingers clawed at the air, grasping nothing, while toes curled and clenched. He went from quick to hard thrusts as he fucked her standing.

He suddenly exploded inside her ass for the third time. A massive wave of cum, filling her up to the point that her belly began to bloat and some of it forced itself past her already stretched out sphincter. There was no visible change on Baela, but Anduin could feel how the parts of her mind his actions were shattering basically shut down entirely under the feeling of being this stretched and filled. The ultimate doom of a size queen was to find the cock bigger than her wildest dreams.

When his balls were done squeezing their load into the pirate baroness, he pulled out of her and dropped her on the table like a used glove. “I think you got what you wanted many times over,” the High King declared. “This ends our physical relationship. I expec-“

“Nooooo!” Baela gasped, rolling hastily on her back and stretching an arm out towards Anduin. All of her quivered still in orgasmic haze as she, dull eyed and fucked thoroughly, finally broke. Her goblin’s greed overtook any other instance of thought and the only thing she wanted, right now and for the rest of her life, was too get fucked by this man again and again. Any prize would be worth it. “Pleashe, keep fucking me!”

“What will I get in return?” Anduin asked, already knowing the answer. Did he feel bad for what this simple fucking had done to her? Absolutely not, everyone standing around knew that Anduin had maybe damaged her sanity, but that she was beaming with more joy than she could have ever found in her daily life.

“Everything… me! I heard all about Stormwind, you can have Booty Bay, you can make me your sex slave, your absolute slut, I don’t care how much you abuse me, just keep fucking me!”

“You will have to bear my child,” Anduin reminded her.

Baela shuddered, not in disgust, but in anticipation. Getting bred by this cock was perfect, there was no way she would have any better children than his. “I don’t fucking care, fill me up with as many of your children as you want to, just keep fucking me!”

With that, Anduin had heard all he needed to hear. “Then you shall become part of my slaves. Mizzy, care to join her initiation?” Of course, the short slave didn’t. After freeing himself from the greedy touch of her fellow slaves, the gnome hastily climbed on the table. She tried to lay down next to Baela, but Anduin grabbed Mizzy by the hips and effortlessly stacked her on top of the goblin.

As cute as their faces were, seeing those two fat bottoms stacked like this was true bliss. Healthy white and green, meticulous and round, the four ass cheeks spanned in front of him. Baela’s legs were pulled back and fixed in position by Mizzy’s straddling.

“M-master, can I get fucked first?” the gnome asked shily, her ass swaying back and forth seductively. Moans responded as wet pussy grinded against wet pussy, clit over clit, gooey strands of lovejuices and remains of Anduin’s cum connecting them within seconds.

“You will soon get what you want, be patient,” Anduin commanded and got an obedient whimper in response. He aligned his cock with Baela’s pussy. It was still stretched from his invasion earlier. This time, however, his cock was coated in so much semen that even the going in alone was almost a guarantee to make her pregnant. Since she already gave her okay to this, this wouldn’t be a problem.

With one smooth thrust, he was inside her. Baela didn’t get to scream this time around, as Mizzy was attempting to push back her own needs by making out with the black haired goblin. Muffled moans and the wet smacking of lips was all Anduin heard.

More even than the last time, the folds inside Baela seemed out to milk him. As if her conscious surrender to him had made the size queen’s body out to please him and only him. Perhaps that was more than an ‘if’ but Anduin didn’t care a lot as he entered a steady rhythm. All the way out, all the way back in, long, hard thrusts, sometimes paused to slap Mizzy’s fat ass and watch the jiggles that caused.

Magnificent jiggles, just the like the ones that came with him slamming down to the base into Baela. The gnome’s ass slowly turned red from the abuse, as her pussy gushed with each jolt of pain, raw delight to the submissive slut’s debauched mind.

“By the sunwell,” Aclysia gasped, hugging him from behind. “Your might knows no bounds, my master, you’re going to show yet another woman the world of true happiness.”

“At your feet,” Xal’atath added, doing the same. The two woman shared his back and kissed his neck, their breasts pressing against him in their different sizes. Xal’atath’s were softer, but he could feel Aclysia’s heartbeat more strongly. The Old Goddess whispered into his ear. “Mark her, make her one of us. Show her the best life is to be dominated by you.”

Even without their luscious suggestions, the High King would have been unable to hold back any longer. One more thrust, balls deep into her, and his semen shot out in thick strands. The satisfaction of marking yet another slut as his slave made this orgasm all the more fulfilling, his mind turning white. Only able to feel the heat of the women around him, their cunts, their breasts, their hands, their mouths and hear the scream of Baela.

His own pleasure was still nothing compared to that of the goblin. Seed was flooding her womb with unprecedented force and quantity. With it came a rush of magic, searing through her like a torrent of molten metal. Just, instead of pain, there was only ecstasy. Raw, undiluted, ecstasy, running through her core. Baela’s spine arched so strongly that Mizzy was pushed off her continuous kiss.

As clear liquid squirted from her cunt, the ear-wrecking scream continued from the baroness mouth, echoing over the entirety of her city. The High King’s word had come true, accompanying the sprouting of his mark on the green, flush skin of around her pussy lips.

Baela had never been so certain of any choice she had made in her life. “I looovsh shyou,” she slurred out, cockdrunk beyond sanity, as Anduin pulled out of her.

“You will fit in nicely with my other slaves,” Anduin prophesized with a smile and then aligned himself with Mizzy’s asshole. He was going to continue this until Mizzy had been adequately rewarded for her service to Stormwind. “Share in each other’s pleasure,” he commanded, to not leave any of them wanting.

If feeling as if she was fucked up the ass, despite Anduin’s cock being three holes over, was a surprise to Baela, nothing of her was able to care anymore. All she wanted was to return the favour she had been given earlier. So she wrapped her arms around Mizzy and the two began making out, with rolling back, lust-glazed eyes and heavy moans echoing from their shaking bodies.

Anduin held nothing back anymore, as each of his thrusts caused pleasure in the four women, no, four absolutely debauched pieces of filthy meat around him. The wood under his feet had long turned wet with all of the love juices his presence inspired. It only got worse with each and every orgasm he caused amongst his sexy slaves.

Xal’atath and Aclysia were never graced with his cock during this session, but they had gotten to suck it earlier anyway and rubbing themselves to the second hand feeling, while grinding their athletic bodies against their master, was a close second. Anduin fucked Mizzy’s ass mercilessly, cumming inside and, while all of the marked bitches around him were still busy riding their rewarding orgasm, already thrust into the hole one further down.

Time after time he came, each time moving on in this delicious buffet off holes. After Mizzy’s pussy, it was Baela’s, then the goblins asshole got ravaged once more, then he took it all the way to the top again. They came many times more than him. While he fucked them, when he came inside them, sometimes it was enough to just thrust inside them.

The two elves could soon no longer stand on their own, their legs numb from the many climaxes. Not wanting to be bereft of their warmth, Anduin kept them standing, arms wrapped around them, fingers inside their pussies, squishing against their firm bottoms, while they desperately held onto his neck. At the same time, Mizzy and Baela were utterly limp, laying on top of each other and only taking his dick to delighted outcries when it was their turn to be directly fucked by the High King.

They were leaking cum from all their lower holes and still their forms were somewhat bloated from all the cum he was pumping into them. It gave Anduin a form of macabre satisfaction, seeing their sweaty bodies this defiled, ravaged with a need to breathe. Yet, he was not quite satisfied.

He looked up to the sky, checking the position of the sun. What had passed? At least an hour, maybe two? He could have continued for a while, but he had places to be and world domination to advance, this world would never truly know peace until he had subjugated all of those warmongering or otherwise threatening whores in the world.

“Clean me up,” he commanded the two short slaves specifically. He wasn’t ready to leave, not without making their defilement absolute. Aided by his magic enforced words and their own desire to obey him, like the good little cumsluts they were, Mizzy and Baela climbed off to table. They didn’t need to kneel before him, just bow slightly forwards to be level with his groin.

“”Yessshh, mashtaaah,” they moaned in unison, stretching out their tongues. They began the long, sloppy process of licking every bit of his massive erection clean. Mizzy started at the tip, Baela at the balls, there was no competition between them, only equal need to please him. They met in the middle of the shaft, wrestled their tongues while sliding up and down, Baela on the left, Mizzy on the right side of him.

They greatly enjoyed the mixture of flavours. Aclysia gasped out loud at the side. Giving a blowjob was its own form of pleasure to Anduin’s slaves and Aclysia was the one affected by this the most. Still, her healed eyes could only enviously stare as the plum bottomed shorties finished what their tongues could do and moved to employ their entire mouths.

In quick turns, they sucked Anduin’s dick. Parting their lips on the engorged head, sliding all the way down to the base, taking his entire length into their throats, then quickly sliding back up to let the other do the same. Anduin groaned, letting himself feel it all as strongly as he could, wanting to cum as quickly as possible.

“Let me cover your faces,” he demanded when he was on the brink and they hastily pressed their heads together just in front of the tip. Anduin was, for a moment, robbed of all sources of pleasure, a slight miscalculation on his part. However, Xal’atath and Aclysia quickly fixed this issue.

They both reached out to his cock, even together unable to cover all of it with their nimble fingers, and jerked him off in unison. Soon, his seed began flying, staining pink and black hair, coating white and green skin and flying into both greedy mouths alike. As they tasted it, they came once more, an orgasm that spread quickly, and treated all of them to one last orgasm, relaxed by comparison to the absolute debauchery that had preceded this scene.

Anduin looked down on the cum-covered slaves, breathing heavily, beads of sweat visibly rolling down their curves as more of his seed dropped from their thoroughly fucked cunts, and nodded. “I will rely on your efforts, Baela.”

The goblin swallowed her part of the load, itself as big as a normal man’s, and smiled gleefully. “Youuu…. Can rely on all of me to serve you, stud.”