For The King Ch 03

Contains: Anduin Wrynn, Tyrande Whisperwind, Thalyssra, M/F/F, Blowjob, Deepthroat, Excessive Semen, Face-Sitting, Titfucking, Breast Play, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Threesome, Public Sex, Interracial Sex, Hypersexuality, Cum Play/Swapping, Oral Worship, Huge Tits, Huge Asses, Size Kink, Arcane Enhancement, Messy/Sloppy, Very Slight Cock Growth, Sexual Rivalry, Double Buttjob, Facefucking, Threeway Kiss

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Weeks had gone by since Jaina had joined Anduin and Tyrande in Stormwind Keep. Few ever saw her outside the castle walls anymore, and she only emerged every now and then to check on the affairs of Kul Tiras.

SHCLRP SCHLRP!

Anduin groaned as the Lord Admiral's lips dragged along his cock, her large blue eyes looking up at him with wanton hunger. Lipstick stains colored his cock in rings, the buxom sorceress allowing her tongue to flick at the engorged head of his goliath cock.

SCCCCHHRRLPP!

The same could have been said of Tyrande, though she left Stormwind Keep even less frequently than the Kul Tiran slut, for she wished to prove to the High King that it was

she

that could bring him the most pleasure. Ever since he'd added the blonde bombshell to his little ménage à trois, she'd felt her position a precarious one indeed, for despite the High Priestess having thousands of years of experience in all things sexual, Jaina's capabilities - and tits - were legendary indeed.

"Ahhhnn... By Elune..." gasped Tyrande, fingers gripping the cool grass of Stormwind Keep's garden.

The High Priestess ground her cunt into Anduin's face, the young king having taken quite a liking to devouring her and Jaina's cunts regularly. While the two women loved nothing more than to give the young lion of Stormwind sloppy, messy blowjobs, they'd discovered that his talents lay not only in him ploughing their cunts with his insatiable, overgrown cock.

Seeing Tyrande's pleasure mounting as she rode Anduin's face, Jaina brought her lips to the tip of Anduin's cock, lifting her gigantic tits up to cradle the king's equally massive meat pillar. The sensations wrought by her enormous breasts wrapped around his manhood as she suckled fiercely at the tip of his throbbing, engorged cockhelm had the man groaning into Tyrande.

His tongue worked furiously at the pink folds of her cunt, and the engorged nub of her clit. He was addicted to the taste of elf pussy, he'd realized quite early into their little dalliance, and he loved nothing more than getting smothered by the statuesque priestess's enormous ass and gushing, meaty pussy.

Such was not to say that he did not enjoy destroying them with his massive, royal scepter, for he most definitely did, as they would rarely find their wombs empty of his seed at the end of a long day of furious fucking.

As he worked at Tyrande's juicy gash, Anduin could feel Jaina's fat pale melons bouncing up and down his turgid cock, her mouth bobbing up and down the first few inches of his length. Despite the absolutely mind-boggling size of those fantastical fuckpillows, nearly half his cock would emerge from her cleavage when her chest lay at his crotch.

His prick, shiny with Jaina's spit and drool, leaked steady precum onto those pale mounds, allowing his manhood to glide effortlessly in that warm, creamy valley. Every bounce and shake of the Lord Admiral's tits,

plap plap plap

ping against his crotch would be accompanied by the lewd slurping sounds of Jaina's expert knob-servicing maw, the mage's cheeks caved in to create a perfectly pornographic blowjob face.

"Fuck, you two..." Anduin breathed, one hand gripping Tyrande's thigh, the other going to the back of Jaina's head. His fingers would curl into the tight locks of her braided hair as he inadvertently started thrusting up between the woman's perverse, prick-pleasing knockers.

Jaina giggled before impaling her face yet again upon Anduin's prodigious endowment, the obscene thing throbbing violently in her mouth as she sucked him off, desperate to taste his seed as she had done countless times by now.

It didn't take much longer for the two women's efforts to bring Anduin to release, and the king counted the heartbeats as he redoubled his efforts to bring Tyrande over the edge as well. His tongue lapped feverishly at that elven snatch, his nose pressed to her clit as she ground herself hard against his juice-spattered countenance.

His hands would both move to grip the elf's legendary posterior, fingers sinking into those gigantic, plush cheeks as the teal-haired elf squealed with delight, those sounds now quite familiar to those who inhabited Stormwind Keep. Those moans, beautiful in their obscenity, would soon reach a crescendo as the ultra-curvaceous priestess came, a waterfall of feminine juices flowing across Anduin's face as his lips latched onto the diamond-hard nub of her clit, tongue circling it.

The elf would buck and gasp against him, the sensations overwhelming as she fell forward. With her face mere inches from Jaina's, it was only natural for the two to start making out, tongues immediately seeking each other out as the mage continued bouncing her gargantuan udders up and down the young king's scepter.

With Tyrande cumming hard atop his face, his own release would soon follow, and Anduin grunted and growled into the woman, hilting himself into Jaina's cleavage. And so he came, thick ropes of creamy fucksauce shooting from his cock onto the two women's faces as they made out around his cock, their tongues briefly leaving one another to focus on the spewing head of Anduin's gigantic, throbbing manhood.

Heavy gobs of cum would arc upwards before landing on both Jaina and Tyrande, though their lips would oftentimes meet at the very tip of Anduin's cock, allowing them to swallow their fill of his royal seed. Rope after rope of piping hot cum would fall upon them, soon covering both women as the sounds of wet, lewd smooches reverberated against the stone walls of the castle.

Once his balls had been thoroughly emptied, leaving both women plastered in his load, the two whores would share another kiss, swapping between them what remained of his release.

The sound of someone clearing their voice did not seem to interrupt the threesome.

Only when Anduin pulled his face from beneath Tyrande's thighs did he notice the courier staring at them, missive in hand.

"Your Highness," the young woman said, bowing low as she extended the piece of paper to Anduin. Despite her seemingly unflappable disposition, the raven-haired courier's eyes nonetheless flicked briefly to Tyrande and Jaina, still sharing a sloppy, cum-slathered kiss. "A message. From Suramar."

Anduin's eyes widened briefly, the delivery quite unexpected and, unseen by the king, Tyrande's ears perked up at the mention of the city of her birth.

"Would you... mind reading it to me?" he asked before his mouth returned to assaulting Tyrande's sensitive cunt. Most of those serving him knew of his arrangement with Jaina and Tyrande and so he cared little that the courier would see him feasting upon elven pussy.

"The message," began the courier, eyes wandering to Jaina's enormous tits as they continued bouncing up and down Anduin's shaft, "is from the First Arcanist herself. She requests an audience with you regarding... matters of state."

Despite having blown his load only moments prior, Anduin's erection had not lessened, and so his two whores endeavored to coax another release from him.

"Mmmfffphh..." was all Anduin could managed as Tyrande ground herself harder against his face, colossal ass wobbling and rippling with each movement, the man's fingers groping and fondling the behemoth lavender cheeks as he devoured ass and cunt in equal measure now.

"She has requested you travel to Suramar for this meeting," the raven-haired young woman continued, her cheeks now red as the scene before her started taking effect. "Shall I send a response, Your Highness?"

"Ah, yes! I'd love to visit Sur-" Anduin managed, gasping for air before Tyrande slammed herself back upon his face, burying him in an avalanche of assflesh.

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Few sights could compare to the majesty of Suramar, with its pristine canals forming concentric rings around the city's harbor and the Nighthold standing ever proud above it all. It seemed that the sun never truly shone on the ancient elven city, though its myriad walkways were well illuminated with all manner of arcane lamps and enchantments.

Though keenly aware that the First Arcanist had requested his presence, his thoughts continued to drift back to the two cock-addicted whores he'd left back in Stormwind. Despite his desire to remain at their side, to fuck them again and again until they collapsed, exhausted and filled with his seed, he could not ignore his royal duties.

He could feel his cock stirring as mental images of the two women formed, and he wondered what sorts of lewd acts they would be committing without him. He'd often encouraged the two to explore one another as he worked on various matters of state, and the idea of returning home to find the two engaged in whatever carnal act they could think of made his cheeks grow red.

As his arousal grew, he found his gaze drifting to the beautiful nightborne women walking the streets, with thin arcane cloth barely covering their alluring forms. Most would stare openly, for Anduin made for an impressive sight, dressed as he was in his Lion's armor, with Shalamayne strapped to his back and a dozen armored warriors walking alongside him. The gold of his and his protectors' armor made for a sharp contrast against the deep purples and blues of Suramar.

Despite the Shal'dorei now being part of the Horde, none would dare strike at the High King of the Alliance. Especially not with his guard walking alongside him and SI:7 agents most likely around every corner.

Unbeknownst to the Little Lion, another had followed him from Stormwind. Tyrande, thinking - no, knowing - that there was something amiss about all this, shadowed Anduin, sticking to the shadows. With her silver-white robes and the abundance of titmeat and assflesh on display, it was a miracle the Kaldorei had not yet been spotted, for every step seemed to bring with it the clapping of her tremendous buttcheeks or the bouncing of her equally gigantic rack.

Anduin and his retinue made their way towards the Nighthold, crossing the bridge to that most impressive structure. On the other side of the bridge stood the First Arcanist, and Anduin suddenly stopped in his tracks. His guards eyed him with a sudden panic, thinking him to be seized by some unseen spell or other.

It was no spell, however, that had so taken hold of the king that he forgot how to use his legs, but rather the sight of the First Arcanist.

The woman's beauty was breathtaking as she stood there, arms crossed as she waited patiently for him. Her curves were as impossible as his two inamoratas back home, for the burgundy silks of her armor held twin boulders that defied imagination, rivaling even that of Jaina's colossal udders. He suspected that they perhaps surpassed even the Lord Admiral's overgrown endowments, though he could not be certain of such an observation until he managed to get a closer look.

"The hours have scarce turned since my summons, yet here you stand" her voice wove through the air with ethereal grace, bridging the fifty paces between them as though distance held no meaning in her presence. She was grace, charm, and sexual appeal given mortal form.

She smiled, a predatory smirk that set the young man on edge, and beckoned him forward.

Anduin swallowed.

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Once inside the Nighthold, Anduin dismissed his guards, though he suspected that Mathias Shaw's ever-watchful agents followed him still, as he would at times hear the rustling of nearby leaves or some odd clapping every now and then.

Thalyssra seemed to pay those things little mind, for perhaps her own agents were watching... Anduin had no mind for spycraft, and so he turned his thoughts back towards the First Arcanist who led him through the winding staircases of the elven palace.

Few other Shal'dorei were present. Servants and a handful of guards, mostly, leaving Anduin and Thalyssra alone.

Anduin felt his cock throb in his pants at the sight of the woman's magnificent ass swaying with every step taken, her bare feet padding along the smooth stone underfoot. For a moment, the young man was of a mind to simply bend the woman over the nearest fountain, to rip that sinfully tight garment off her, and simply ravage her.

The beast within him stirred, and he could feel his control fraying at the sight of the First Arcanist who so seemed to enjoy teasing him.

"I trust you had a pleasant trip?" she would ask as they passed two guards who straightened suddenly at the First Arcanist's approach.

"A short one, to be sure. Jaina's portal brought us near Suramar," Anduin replied, wondering when the woman would finally let him know what their meeting was about.

"Ah, such convenience do these portals provide," Thalyssra mused, lips curving into a subtle smile. "Though perhaps I should be... concerned that Alliance mages can weave their magic so freely at my doorstep?"

"I--" Anduin faltered, momentarily flustered by both her words and the way the ethereal light played across her features. As he caught the subtle curve of her lips, and the playful glint in her eyes, a warmth crept into his cheeks. "Ah. You jest. I did not take you for a comedian," Anduin said, regaining his composure, though Thalyssra noted well the flicker of his gaze down at her enormous bosom.

"We have a reputation for being far colder than we truly are, High King," Thalyssra said, guiding him through an unassuming door in the palace corridors. As they stepped inside, the space seemed to open up into an intimate chamber humming with magical resonance. Crystalline decanters lined shelves carved directly into the walls, each filled with arcwine that seemed to capture and reflect the ambient light, casting dancing, purplish shadows upon the walls and floors.

Ancient barrels, their surfaces etched with patterns glowing in a manner not unlike those upon Thalyssra's armor, were arranged along one wall. The only place to sit was a bar opposite the entrance.

The room was clearly a private retreat, and as Thalyssra closed the door behind her, Anduin understood just how private it was meant to be. This seemed a room where nightborne nobility might have slipped away for a quiet drink far from the grand posturing of Suramar's leadership. With Elisande gone, however, the paranoia and intrigue of Suramar had lessened considerably, which made such a room less of a necessity.

Still, the privacy of the place made his heart beat a little faster, and his cock throbbed painfully beneath his armor as he watched the ultra-curvaceous woman making her way to the other side of the bar, picking up two wine glasses before setting them upon the surface. Her movements seemed to slow, too graceful and purposeful, and Anduin felt himself frozen in place as he watched her.

Had he been frozen in time, his movements would not have differed.

As she guided a stream of the enchanted beverage into the delicate glasses, Thalyssra cast him an appraising look. "Has the High King ever indulged in our most treasured drink?" she would ask, pushing one of the glasses towards him.

The act seemed to break Anduin from his trance, and he stepped forward. Floorboards creaked overhead, and Thalyssra's ears twitched, though she made no outward move in response.

"I must confess," Anduin said, lifting the glass to his lips as he took place on one of the wooden stools near the bar. "I have not."

He allowed his gaze to roam over Thalyssra's form as he took a sip of the mana-infused drink. Had she always been this endowed? It felt to him as though he would have taken note of such insane proportions on a woman, or at least heard of them.

The arcwine was unlike any vintage of the Eastern Kingdoms as it covered his tongue and rolled down his throat. It had a sharp taste, and its undercurrent of arcane energy seemed only to energize him and heighten his already barely-contained arousal.

Slowly, the elf took place next to him, crossing one shapely leg over the other, a smirk forming on her lips as she took note of his reddening cheeks. Anduin's cock throbbed with bestial hunger as Thalyssra leaned forward ever so slightly, giving him an unobstructed view of her tremendous, overflowing cleavage, those purplish-grey orbs

begging

to be freed.

It took Anduin every ounce of willpower he had to resist simply claiming them right then and there.

"It has such fascinating effects, wouldn't you say?" Thalyssra's voice had grown husky as she watched him squirm. "It heightens sensation, breaks down inhibitions... intensifies desires..."

Anduin could feel his cock throbbing, the massive organ

aching

for release as it stretched down to his knee. "Y-yes..." he managed between labored breaths. He had been told that he would most likely be offered arcwine by the nightborne during his visit. He had not, however, been told that

these

would be its effects.

"I have heard much about your recent exploits, High King," Thalyssra purred. "And the ways in which you strengthened the bonds between your kingdom and other nations of the Alliance."

Anduin watched as the woman's nimble fingers worked at the catches and buckles of his platemail. Each piece fell away with a loud clattering onto the wooden planks below until Anduin sat before her in his undershirt and breeches, his gigantic prick creating an obscene tent.

Thalyssra's eyes went wide in shock for a moment as she slowly sank to her knees, taking in the sight before her. She allowed one hand to reach up, placing her palm against the warmth of Anduin's erect cock, feeling it through the fabric.

"I've noticed, High King," her voice carried a teasing lilt as she continued teasing his formidable cock, "that you have quite the talent for... securing alliances with female rulers. Pure coincidence, I'm sure?"

Her silver eyes seemed to glow with power as she began rubbing his enormous cock through his breeches a little more forcefully, and he gasped as a hefty dollop of precum fell from the tip of his royal titan to create an obvious wet splotch on the fabric.

Of course, he could have taken her right then and there, shoved his cock down her throat and pumped her stomach full of cum, but he wanted to see where she would take things.

Slowly, the elf's fingers would grip the hem of his breeches, pulling them down. He would lift himself off his seat slightly to allow her to pull the garment down. Inch by inch would she reveal that throbbing monstrosity. Its root alone was thicker than her arm, and her eyes widened with every added inch revealed to her.

"Nightwell... The rumors didn't do it justice," she breathed, licking her full lips, her enormous purple-grey tits pressed heavily to his legs as she marveled at the sheer size of his cock. She could feel the heat emanating from that overgrown pillar of meat, feeling how desperate it was to be released from that prison.

Finally, the thing sprang free, slapping wetly under her chin with an audible

THWACK!

Her glowing eyes seemed to drink in every vein and ridge as her fingers gingerly wrapped around the enormity that now stood before her, proud and erect. A hefty glob of precum oozed from its tip, as if to signal its readiness.

Something inside Thalyssra snapped at the sight of such overwhelming masculinity, and she bit her lower lip.

Her mouth was on him instantly, lips stretched around the obscene girth before her, trying her hardest to take as much of that colossus as she could. Anduin let out an audible groan as he felt the woman's warm mouth upon his throbbing cock, fingers grabbing hold of the back of her head. Before long, the elf had his cock down her throat, that overgrown fucklog bulging her throat out obscenely.