The throne room of Stormwind, the place where the most important decisions for the future of the Alliance, one of Azeroth's two major powers, were made. A place of dignity, wisdom and naked people getting orally pleased by their inferiors and (sometimes) superiors.
A new kind of table had recently become popular in noble circles. On the surface, it was just a regular oak table. The only real difference was that it was a bit taller than usual. However, if one looked under the table, one found that it had segmented platforms that were perfectly lined up with where the seats (actually part of the table) were at. it was a bit higher than usual to make room for the gnomish-dwarven engineering that allowed the platforms to slide backwards or sideways.
This table was called the 'Mouth-Slut-o-Table-o 2XXX' and allowed not only for easy exchange of oral sluts, it also allowed them to go down the line. This technology had sparked a new kind of contest in the cities where men or women would sit down, the opposite gender taking a position under the table and then were handed down the line and given points by the seated people. Competitive oral was the new hotness in Stormwind.
The receivers weren't the only one who profited from the MS-Two (the popular acronym for the table) as the platforms under the table were highly customizable. Cushions, dildos, extra hard surfaces and these new things called vibrators, they were all applicable to the platforms. They were even adjustable in height to give all gnomes and dwarves equal access. Truly the only drawback of the MS-Two was that the platform ejected at the far side had to be manually slid back into the device. A minor price to pay for the ease of slut accessibility.
Several other versions were currently in developments, allowing for easy anal or vaginal usage. More fringe products were the riding bench, allowing women to ride live studs, or the spit roast conference table.
The MS-Two's in the throne room, one on either side, was a gift from the company that made them and were the largest in the whole city and currently the world. Just another example of how much the economy was booming. As was predicted, the table saw a lot of work and sluts and studs alike were happy that they no longer had to crawl around and kneel on stone all day. A lot of back problems and kneecap pain was being fixed thanks to that invention.
Another difference in the throne room was the addition of a second, smaller throne next to Anduin's. A parting gift from Katherine, a piece of dark stone with the anchor of Kul Tiras inlaid at the back. Unlike that underneath of the tables, that throne was usually vacant. Why?
Because Jaina was of course on her knees, sucking her husband's cock in public like a proper wife did in the new Stormwind ways. Which she was majorly influencing herself, because she had said exactly that's how thing should go in a speech she had given in Goldshire recently. All over Stormwind, men were getting more dominant and women more submissive. It was a shift that Anduin's repeated displays of public manliness had majorly influenced.
Of course, the sexually liberated culture of Stormwind did not condemn dominant women or submissive men in the slightest. It was just general trend for the people that looked to the ruler that had given them so much for guidance. The people called him 'High King Manduin the Greatest' since they could not imagine anyone, even his many, many sons and daughters, to ever rule as greatly as he had done so far.
Jaina was slurping on his cock in an attempt to finally get down all the way to his base, a feat she still didn't manage to do after days of training. As quick as the arch mage on the uptake, her body didn't quite follow her lead yet. Yet being the operative word, as she retreated after getting further down than ever before. Coughing, she pulled back to give Shandris the room she needed. The midnight-blue haired sentinel forced herself all the way down.
Even she was having trouble. There was a good reason for this. His had dick been getting bigger. It was almost too big for comfort now, but only almost. According to his slaves, it stopped just before their womb, which was the perfect length to shoot his seed as deep into them as possible without causing any unpleasantries. As to why it had been growing, if his endless sexual stamina had been a blessing from Elune and her waters, then his stallion's cock was probably an after-effect of the blessing he had received at his wedding.
"Aaaah, master," Tyrande gasped, massaging her crotch for the whole court to see and envy as she kissed her master's seed-filled sack. He rubbed one of her long ears between his fingers and she purred and nudged into the move like a cat. A very needy cat that came on the white floor to his feet. He had the carpet put somewhere where it was in less risk of getting tainted a while ago. "master, I want to taste your cock again."
"You get to taste much more than that in a second," Anduin said a moment before grabbing Shandris, at the centre position of the trio for a change, by the top of her bound hair and roughly pulling her over his cock like a mere tool. In response, Shandris did not object, quite the opposite, she groaned lustfully what she could in her airless situation and let it happen with delight.
When he felt his lust boiling over, he pushed her away until only the fat head of his cock remained in her mouth and then loaded her up with his seed. To Shandris, and indeed all of his marked slaves, it was delicious nectar that caused their brains to swim in a pool of raw love and pleasure. It was like a drug to them, but a drug that they only got hooked on after they were already addicted to the source.
"Share with your sister slave and your queen," Anduin demanded and watched for a second as they engaged in a greedy three-way kiss. The only thing that was keeping Tyrande and Jaina from just ravaging Shandris was the threat that she may gulp it all down by her lonesome or - worse - some would drop to the floor. Not that they wouldn't have licked it off from before their master's feet, it was just preferable to get it served hot mixed with the sweet saliva of their fellow slaves. That taste, to them, was only trumped by eating Anduin's load straight out of another woman's cunt.
Soon his load was equally distributed between then three of them. Their dripping pussies were on display for all the court to see as the taught skin of their perfect asses rose slightly above their heels. They had left their king's erection unattended for their own desires for too long. Their desires to taste him to come second to pleasuring him. He was the master, handling that differently would have been shameful for a proper slave.
"Good girls," Anduin complimented them and in turn got three pairs of eyes looking up to him in a worshipping way. They would have answered, but they were all so busy with sucking on his shaft and balls, exchanging kisses over the engorged head and all around doing, with their mouths, deeds more important than words.
