"You think she deserves to be fucked by the most royal cock in the world yet?" Valeera asked, circling the table with swinging steps. Her new golden eyes scanned over the panting Vanessa VanCleef. Doomed to watch the receiving of Anduin's mark and the extreme delight of Valeera's face peeking over Anduin's shoulder, the leader of the Defias had grown immensely wet.
In detail, the rogue alchemist had spent the past minutes doing three things: cursing herself, cursing those bindings and staring at Anduin Wrynn's ass like a piece of perfectly fashioned marble. With her hatred superseded by another emotion and all of the things she had ever wanted to see justice done to her father's memory, aside from a knife deep in the throat of the man she now was forced to adore, it was just hard to keep the hatred strong.
Faced with the regret of her actions, the ease at which Anduin could give her most of what she wanted and the immense pleasure that would come in as a bonus, Vanessa was having an internal battle. Either keep holding onto her hatred, the only good reason for which was now the fact that Anduin had meddled with her mind to break the same, or give into the High King and his meat grinder abs and his juicy looking cock.
"Ooops," Valeera flipped the piece of the tabard that was keeping Vanessa's pussy from plain view just as the thought of Anduin's erection plunging into that hole sent out a new floor of liquid. The thin strip of cloth that covered her pussy like a tight thong was completely drenched already, so she spread her love juices on the table.
With no way to pull her legs together to hide this, Vanessa could only just keep glaring at them. She was too smart to waste her breathe by mumbling into the red cloth in her mouth. Bound on the table, she could only wait. For some reason, this complete helplessness was getting her excited.
"No, I think she deserves nothing," Anduin told her, "as she is unable to repent earnestly. Having sex with her is just the quickest way to my goal." He made a sour expression, that sounded heartless. Then again, what he was doing to her was certainly somewhat heartless. It was just what he had to do.
"Since you are already willing to break this traitor to your kingdom," Valeera rubbed into Vanessa exactly why she wasn't getting as nice a treatment as she herself was. It was clear that Stormwind had laws and for Vanessa's crimes she would be hanged.
Even though the Defias leader had stated earlier that she rather die than serve the High King her urges were progressively convincing her that living and being a slave to him was the better option in every way. Shaking her head to hold onto her irrational grudge, she missed what was said next.
"As you wish then, my future queen," Anduin said with amusement in his voice. First, he pulled Shalamayne out of the table and put it somewhere else, out of the way of the action. Then he and Valeera made quick out of the Defias leader's clothes.
Vanessa was an athletic woman, as was expected of a rogue. Her abs were defined to the points where Anduin could make out the outline of her muscles shifting behind her skin, but not the individual packs. The time spent in Westfall in her leotard had also gained her quite the nice tan lines, he limbs being of a light brown while the rest of her was a regular, healthy shade.
His initial impression on her breast size had to be corrected, they looked quite a bit bigger now that she was out of her clothing. Still not as big as Jaina's, but about that size. Dark pink nipples crowned the mounds of soft flesh as they tilted, following the shifting of her body. Between her legs was quite a bit of hair, evidently the black-haired poison-brewer did not like to shave.
Not that she was keeping it in a sorry state. As Valeera, teasingly running her index finger through her glistening lower lips, found out. "Trimmed far enough so it doesn't get in the way and pretty soft. You must be really looking out for your hygiene."
Even if Vanessa could have answered through the cloth in her mouth, she wouldn't have. She was a woman of calculated responses, not out to fall for every single little quip out there. It was, however, true that she liked to keep the bush he had at a proper level of condition. Not only because of a risk for infection, but also because she never knew when the next time she had to sleep with someone to convince him of a plan. Another reason why she wouldn't have responded was her ongoing internal struggle.
The growing part of her hoped that this was the part were Anduin climbed over her again, this time to stick it in her without any interruptions. Instead, it was Valeera who climbed over her. What was more, upside down, with the elf's pussy eventually in front of her face. Vanessa barely knew what was going on when the cloth was finally pulled from her mouth.
"I like that you know when to be quiet," Valeera complimented, feeling a bit of cum ooze from her clean-shaven crotch. An intense desire for Anduin to seal the hole with his massive cock filled her spirit, for him to fill her up with even more just to make extra sure she carried that child he wanted. Sure, it would take something like five years to deliver that child, but every day earlier she could follow her master's wishes was a good day.
However, another hole had to be filled instead. A hole that, unlike her pussy, had not sacrificed its maidenhood to a less worthy cock. "Valeera," she heard Anduin's voiced behind her, "are you ready?" She felt his engorged cock pressing against her tight sphincter.
A good slut only had one answer to that question, which was to lower her head, push her ass up and moan, "Fuck, Anduin, I will break your dick with my virgin asshole, you just try to stop me!" while gyrating her hips in a seductive manner.
Anduin, staring at the perfectly seductive ass of his newest conquest, went ahead and grabbed her arms. "This is no way to speak to your master," he scolded her, partially undoing the black bindings on her arms and then re-doing them in a way that turned them into a loose constraint.
"Just ram it into me already," Valeera half-demanded, half-pleaded, her arms struggling the slightest bit against the new bit of bondage. She found, to her surprise, that it was quite pleasant to be on the receiving side of being bound for a change. They were quite loose and improvised, if she put half her mind to it she could have broken out, but just the feeling of being at Anduin's mercy that tiny bit more made her body shiver with delight.
It just felt ...good to surrender to him. Valeera wasn't sure if she was going loony, if this was the mark, her newly discovered love for the man or just something she always was predisposed towards but just had never come out before. Judging by her history, probably the last two, seeing how the mark had, aside from the mind-blowing orgasm, not left any changes in her mind otherwise. Valeera would have known if there were, she had been possessed before.
"Come on, boy king, where is all that manliness you displayed a minute ago?" she asked. Just because it felt great to submit didn't mean the blood elf would sacrifice her ability to land some quips.
"This hair of yours is beautiful," Anduin dropped out of nowhere, causing her to blush. "Long, thick, strong, the colour of the light itself. Also...," he grabbed a whole bunch of the insanely long hair, bundling it up in his palm and then turning his wrist one time to wrap it around before clenching a fist. Valeera let out a pained, but much more lustful groan as her head was pulled backwards. "... it makes for a very good reign."
