Anduin was sitting at the base of a podium that had been erected in front of the memorial to his father and everyone else who had fallen during the disastrous attack on the Broken Shore. It felt like yesterday that he had announced the end of the Burning Legion there, now he was about to announce to the world something entirely different.
In a chair right next to him sat Tyrande, clad in a silver robe that hid more of her body than her usual clothes did. Still, the only ornament she wore was her diadem. She was keeping up the dignified impression, but Anduin knew that she was naked underneath that silk. Desire to tell her to get off that chair and take her proper place to his feet was bubbling up inside him, but he wrestled it down.
He was both light and shadow, there were times to listen to one and times to listen to the other. He realized that now.
"My king, we are ready whenever you are," Genn said after stepping down from the podium. He had just finished a little introduction speech, one reminding everyone in the crowd of the atrocities that had been committed under Sylvanas command. The crowd was worked up, primal, ready to react to anything in a most extreme way.
This meant that Anduin telling him what he wanted to say today could go one of two ways. Either they would immediately accept it or they would tear him to shreds like an angry mob liked to do. "All preparations are made, my master," Tyrande whispered to him, laying her hand on his.
That reminded Anduin that, if this all went south, they could at least flee and fuck until the end of their lives in some barrack in Westfall or the plains of Arathi. Not the worst of fates. He nodded and rose, walking up to the podium with the jaw-droppingly hot night elf walking a pace behind him. "People of Stormwind, of the Alliance, these are hard times - for all of us. The war is straining our resources, taking men and women out of their homes...many of which will never return. In these times of strained supplies and shrinking families, where we must look out for one another more than any other time before. It is because of this, that lady Tyrande Whisperwind has come to me with a proposal."
He gulped, so far nothing of importance had been said, the crux came now. Heart hammering but with a steady face, Anduin informed the people gathered in front of him, from all races of the Alliance, of what had been agreed on. "The night elves, to repay the people of Stormwind have put forward the idea of signing away their rights to the humans. They will work as willing slaves under us. That means that, as long as we treat them with dignity, they will work on our fields, fulfill our fleshly desires and bear our children...or sire them if you are so inclined." The crowd was dumbfounded and silent, the only people wearing tranquil expressions of beauty and grace were the tall men and women of the Amazonian race, all clad in similar silver robes as their leader and suddenly stared at by everyone in the crowd.
"Tyrande," Anduin continued, "has declared herself the first and my personal slave. You shall hear from her that I am not making any of this up." He took a step backwards to allow the priestess to take the podium, which she did.
"It is true, people of Stormwind. It was I that made that proposal and I am not ashamed. The only two conditions we night elves have are that we are not to be tortured or treated like animals, when we are not into it, and that we cannot be bred out of existence. We are immortal, so we can have our children after you sired and bore many of my people. Night elves, answer me..." she pulled a simple pin out of the front of her robes, causing them to slide of her like a torrent of water. People in the crowd gasped and leered at the exposed purple skin of Tyrande's breasts and whatever else they could see over the podium. "...do you consent to being slaves to the humans and people of Stormwind?"
""Yes, high-priestess!"" all of the night elves in the crowd answered as one, pulling the pins of their own robes. Suddenly a large part of the crowd consisted off naked elves, male and female. The species was already famed for their beauty, as all elves were, but for this particular occasion they had covered their bodies in the waters of the moon wells. Their skin was glistening as if oiled and shining from within from arcane magic.
"Do you consent to be used sexually for the days, months or years to come?"
""Yes, high-priestess!""
"Do you consent to bearing the children of those who fight and bleed for us?"
""Yes, high-priestess!""
"Then show to them that you are slaves!"
The night elves kneeled down in the crowd, putting themselves in alluring or submissive positions. Some preferred to keep it simple, simply prostrating themselves, while others started masturbating wildly. The robes they had brought functioned at convenient barriers between them and the stone floor.
The remaining crowd was baffled, frozen in disbelief. They were having a major culture shock right now. It was still undecided whether the priests of the Light's church would start a moral outrage or mortal desires would take the upper hand. Whatever reaction came first would spark a chain reaction that would take the whole city within hours.
A single moan from the podium broke through the silence.
Anduin had waited long enough, tense in body and mind. Having stood behind Tyrande as she spoke to the crowd, he was completely captured by the sight of her back. The cascade of her turquoise hair between her perfect shoulder blades, the muscles of her back quivering as she shifted during her speech, her hips swaying her peach shaped ass tauntingly in front of him.
With an easy grab at his trousers, he undid the cord that kept them raised and dropped them. To the crowd, he was invisible behind the tall elf until he bent her forwards and over the podium. Her magnificent ass, toned from millennia of training, was shiny from the water of the moon well. She hadn't just rubbed it on herself like the common night elves, the high-priestess had bathed in those very waters as she had washed herself after spending all of yesterday serving her new master.
A master that now wanted her services once more. The mark around her pussy glistened from her sweet nectar and Anduin easily slipped inside. That was that moan that the crowd heard. "Behold, people of Stormwind, she is a giant slut!" Anduin screamed as he grabbed Tyrande by the back of her head and pulled her face up for everyone to see. "A couple simple thrusts and see what she looks like!"
Tyrande had her tongue stretched out of a wide, silly grin, her blue eyes incapable of finding something to focus on from the immense lust inside her. Part of that face was overacting for show, but it was also a combination of being fucked in front of a giant crowd, humiliated for all the world, and the brand that heightened that what she felt from Anduin. "Yessss, I am master Anduin's slut!" she screamed out.
"I own all of what she is. Isn't that right, Tyrande?" Anduin was enjoying this way too much, but he was wary of the shadow trying to take him over now. He enjoyed these moments of power, but he was perfectly aware that he needed to keep a balance. Slipping into the void completely would have had disastrous consequences for the world.
"Yes, my mouth, my pussy, my ass, all of it is yours!"
