Who A King Must Do Ch 09

Note: I am aware Maiev has white hair in-game. I am working off of a piece of fanart by TamplierPainter that is infinitely more attractive. I declare: Blizz fucked up, I am fixing this by changing her hair colour and some other physical descriptions.

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Maiev Shadowsong was disgusted. When Shan'do Stormrage had contacted her and her Watchers, the elite jailors of the night elves, to invite them to come to Stormwind, she had thought it weird already. On their base on the Shattered Isles, Maiev was insulated from most news in the world, but the Arch Druid landed on her doorstep personally and made it hard to decline the invitation.

He had given her the news, all of it. The news of Tyrande betraying her spouse was not surprising to the Warden, the Arch Priestess had always been a sleazy one. Maiev planned to give herself to the Shan'do to mend his broken heart and use him for her vision of the bright future of their people, but that would take time she didn't have.

As per warning, she and her sisterhood marched into Stormwind in full armour. Their green plates and cloaks were atypical for the normally leather or just generally light armour preferring night elves. Armed with large war glaives and circular blades as well as the countless daggers they hid underneath their equipment, the exclusively female force moved in.

Maiev herself lead the walk over the bridge, her rank as leader signified by the two crescents of steel and gold curving behind her back. It was an orderly procession. No welcoming committee, as the Warden had seen it fit to just enter the city without making any announcement. Maybe Malfurion had flown ahead and told Anduin they were coming, but if so arrangements couldn't have been made quick enough.

The reason why they had been warned to enter the city in full armour by the now missing Arch Druid was that it obscured their forms, as night elves that were part of the military, they were all exclusively beautiful and fit women. Women whose every member of their race had willingly enslaved themselves to the people of Stormwind.

This was why Maiev was disgusted. She had and her kind had not agreed to this.

Their procession drew some attention, particularly by city guards, the only people ever standing still. The rest of the city was a mass of shifting flesh. People running around the place busily, clearly concentrating on their work. They moved with the swinging step of the sexually fulfilled. Those that didn't have that kind of motivation had their dicks balls deep inside whatever hole of a willing women they could find and there were lots of willing women.

Orders were bellowed for people to get out of the way. Remarkably quickly, they obeyed. Even those about to cum cleared the street and finished their business with usually the same person on the sidewalk.

"What a vile and diabolical state," the Warden growled into her helmet, stopping in middle of a giant orgy that was taking place in the centre of the trade district. Nobody even heard her, the moaning and sighing of the people around, the pounding of flesh, drowned out even the unified steps of hundreds of metal boots.

"Warden Shadowsong," a guard on a horse rode up to her. "We haven't expected you so soon."

"That was the point," the Warden yapped back at him. Her voice was raspy and deeper than the usual night elves'. "I wanted to see the disgusting state your people have put mine into yourself."

"With all due respect," the guard began, "your people have-"

"Spare me your sniffling and bring me to your king," she interrupted him. There was no point listening to a lowly guardsman. Her orders got her a nod and the man led the way, northwards. Did the king not reside in his keep? Assassinating him in the chaos his city was in must have been incredibly easy.

They passed by the Stormwind bank. The large, marble white building was famous for holding most of the treasure of Alliance adventurers. Maiev's eyes were focused on the spring fountain in front of it though. Swathes of night elves gathered there, stumbling out of the nearby inn turned slave house. Others, most actually, were stumbling towards what was clearly a bathhouse.

From the look of all of them, covered completely in unholy amount of semen and barely able to walk straight on their own, there must have been some sort of gang bang party going on inside. Maiev's guess was, of course, spot on since the Gilded Rose Inn, nowadays called the Fucked Rose Inn, headed by one hot red-head called Allison, was the trade districts prime place for fetish parties.

Her disgust flared up again when she saw how those night elves fleeing to the fountain were treated. An assortment of naked men with raging erections were taking a bucket of the cold water, cold for the still lingering warmth of this long summer, and dumping it over the night elves. Then, they took a large and rather rough looking brush, some soap and a second bucket and scrubbed down those night elves like they were nothing but dirty piece of furniture.

"How many men did you suck off to get this dirty, huh?" they even verbally abused them while they caused the pinkish-purple skin of the night elves to flush with the rough scrapping of the horsehair brushes. "How many handjobs? How many could this one slut take?"

"Not enough," the night elf answered. "I needed a break, I am so ashamed."

"You should be," she was growled at by the brush wielding man, "what useless cock sleeve needs a break. Bend over," he slapped her on her cleanly scrubbed ass, "I'll need another tool to clean your insides." With a purely ecstatic look, the night elf obeyed. Maiev saw the vast amount of semen splurging out of her. "My god what a whore," the man said while pushing his cock into her. "Do you even know whose child you are going to bear?!"

"No, I am sorry, I am just a sow bearing a random man's child!" she screamed out loud, similar scenes and words were uttered all over the fountain. The night elf's eyes silver eyes were completely rolled back inside her head as her human dominator took her hard from behind, her purple hair was a messy bundle in the man's hand. "I am just a sow that loves to be mistreated. Ah, I hope I get a daughter so she can experience the greatness of human cock too!"

"Yeah, that's all you are good for," the man, clearly about to cum, pressed out between clenches teeth. "BREEDING!" his hips slammed against her pillowy ass once. "MORE!" Twice. He grabbed her hair more tightly and pulled her up. "SLUUUUUUTSSSS!" he screamed, a sound overtaken by the orgasmic scream of the woman who then felt the cum of yet another man flooding her. Not that it mattered, she had been pregnant for months now.

"Lady Shadowsong?" the escort suddenly asked and snapped Maiev out of her observing of this heinous act.

When had she stopped her stride? Why had none of her fellow Watchers said anything? She glanced over at them only to find the owl-inspired helmets all staring at what she had been unwillingly mesmerized by.

Maiev ignored a third question that presented itself to her. Why were her undergarments this sticky all of a sudden? Instead, she turned to the infuriatingly smiling man on his high horse. "Move on, guard," she barked at him and he nodded his head.

The man guided them through the city in what felt like the scenic route. The scene being one orgy after another. When Maiev growled at the man why they weren't heading directly for the keep, she got a rather easy answer. "You visit us on the day of the High King's second marriage," the escort informed her. "He currently resides in the cathedral and most streets have been blocked by wagons because of the festivities."

So, she had no one but herself to blame for being exposed to the countless marve- ATROCITIES she saw on her way. Night elves all around being blissfully pene- SKEWERED by human cocks. She forcefully ignored the dampness between her legs, no matter how strong it grew. No matter where her eyes strayed, no matter what sort of wonderf- DISGUSTING perversions she encountered, her feet remained moving.

The same could not be said for the trail of Watchers following her. Her perfectly disciplined procession slowly fell apart, the unified steps becoming a distracted walking of individuals gawking lustfully at what happened to their kin around them.

Finally, they arrived at the cathedral. "Wait for a moment, please, Lady Shadowsong," the escort asked of her and carefully went into the holy building to check that they wouldn't interrupt the ceremony. At least that was the official reason.

He left the battalion of women shifting in their armour. The rubbing together of their legs and idle gestures made it pretty clear that it wasn't the heat that was causing them to be this besides their usual discipline. At least not the heat of the sun.

And then something unbelievable happened. Maiev Shadowsong, first of the Wardens, took of her helmet. The woman that had taken pride in being nothing but a jailor, her heart as hard as the plate she wore and her conviction as sharp as the blades she wielded, tugged the helm with the white decorative strand under her arm and rejoiced at the feeling of fresh air on her skin.

She fanned out her long, red hair, an immense oddity amongst night elves even more so than amongst humans. During the Legion invasion it had turned white from the stress and torture she had to endure following her capture at the hands of the demonic force. She had shaved that disgrace off, an easily removed scar.

Now it had regrown in its full, purplish-red glory, reaching down to her upper back. It was a unique colour that matched quite nicely with her brownish skin. If it weren't for that purple shade and her long ears and eyebrows, she may have been mistaken for a human. The glowing silver eyes and sharp, deep red markings around them, looking more like warpaint than the usually leaf shaped birthmarks of her brethren, certainly didn't help either.

She looked around the plaza, a big mistake as it was the largest assembly of writhing bodies yet. Stormwind had always been said to be a city of diligence and hard work, but all she saw before her was perversion. Yet, on her way here she had only heard of large improvements across the entirety of Stormwind's people.

How could that be? How could the piston-like movements of male hips slapping into a willing night elven cunt solve any problems. The immense moaning wouldn't be of help. All of the energy spent bending the sluts of her kin, which seemed to be all of them, over several surfaces didn't get any aggression resolved. Although, by the way the strangers aggressively fucked every willing slut-hole seemed to...

The dampness spread to her inner thighs as she watched perhaps too intently over the orgy. Her accursedly good eyes, eyes which she had used to track even the most elusive of prey, saw every single drop of wetness as a white-haired elf squirted over the sanctified cobblestone of the plaza. The man fucking her up the ass held her on a leash and the only article of clothing she wore were gloves and shin guards to make her walking like a dog easier on her physique. She even looked like a dog, tongue hanging out and following her master obediently.

"Lady Shadowsong?" for the second time the escort snapped her out of her observing. This time she jumped, she hadn't even heard him coming, was too preoccupied with everyone else cumming in front of her and on the body of lucky night elven sluts.

Wait, why did she think they were lucky?

She shook her head, the usual gesture for anyone to get their head cleared up. Glancing over to her subordinates, she registered that none of them had noticed the legendary Warden being sneaked up upon by a man in full-body plate. They were all busy still staring at the orgy, the leg shifting now being intense hand twitching, panting, and the cluttering of armour as the perfectly rectangle shaped formation had dissolved into a roughly egg-shaped crowd of voyeurs.

Maiev was relieved, but part of her knew that this was actually much more worrying.

"The king is in the middle of a speech, he will see you afterwards," he told her. "You are welcome to wait inside and listen."

Wherever she wasn't exposed to more of these hypnotizing displays of marvellous male domina- DISGRACE was fine by her. It couldn't be worse inside the cathedral. "Relax, Watchers, this might take a while so get comfortable," her sisterhood was the only thing she still had warmth for and there was no reason for them to stand there in the heat.

Thankful mutters where heard and helmets taken off and Maiev headed inside.

Immediately she saw just how mistaken she was about the outside being the worst environment for her now unignorable drenching of underwear. It was so bad she thought everybody could hear the squelching of the wet fabric with the steps she took down.

The cathedral's central walkway was the only part of the cathedral not filled with beauty. Here were gathered the most beautiful, high-status individuals of Stormwind and their slaves. A culture of female subservience meant that most of the writing mass was defined by women in compromising positions taking absurd amount of semen into all the holes that allowed for penetration. There were a couple of women that either maintained or had awoken to a dominant vein in these times and there were those masochistic men that loved them, but they were the exception not the norm.

Worst of all was the altar though, to which the clear walkway gave direct view. At the feet of the stairs fucked a man who had the enormous hat that showed him to be the Arch Bishop of the Church of the Holy Light. Aside from his head, he was almost invisible, buried under mountains of big-titted goblins, dwarves, humans, night elves and even a draenei, although that horned and hooved blue woman was buried under him as he fucked her against the floor.

Way worse for Maiev's rapidly diminishing amount of dry legwear was the man atop the altar though. High King Anduin Llane Wrynn the Greatest, was busy fingering Shandris and Tyrande's exposed pussies as they grinded their small but firm breasts against his body. Sandwiched between them and framed by their athletic backs and marvellous asses, the king stood upright. His sweat covered, glistening abs didn't quiver in drawing breath once, despite two more sluts, one pure blonde blood elf in a torn wedding dress the other a human with mostly of white hair and big rack, wearing nothing but blue stockings, giving him double blowjob. The latter Maiev knew as Jaina Proudmoore, while the former was unknown to her.

No, the adonis of a man, wearing his golden hair open for a change, was completely in control of his breath and voice, as it boomed with authority only a true royal could command over the gathered orgy. Despite their ecstatic state, the people listened, as was evident by them cheering at the correct pauses.

"And the cities name shall be Valeria, after my second wife, whose services made the pacifiction of Westfall as smooth as it could have been!" he announced, giving that wife a tasty treat in the form of his cum spluttering down her throat and covering part of her face in white. Then his blue eyes met Maiev's, "For the Alliance!"

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'There she is,' Anduin thought in the middle of his orgasm. She had arrived on a simultaneously fortunate and unfortunate time. After all, the High King would have liked his honeymoon to have lasted at least longer than a few minutes before he went ahead and enslaved the next girl. However, the escort that had picked her up had slid him the summary of where the Warden had stopped in her tracks or walked slower and all of them had one thing in common: Her kin getting degraded. The more intense the mistreatment and humiliation, the longer the Warden's attention seemed to have lingered.

Tyrande had only commented with the fact that Maiev was still a night elf. An intensely repressed night elf that had only hung out with non-lesbian chicks in prison dungeons for ten thousand years. "She must be repressed as fuck. I bet on my role as the High Priestess that she will run like a waterfall by the time she comes in here."

"Maiev Shadowsong, step closer so we may talk," he invited her, changing to the mouth of Jaina. He gave her an intense glance to signal that she should work his cock as intensely as she could. Activating the mark to even give her a rewarding spike of pleasure whenever she went all the way down from all the way up helped her with that. By now, the proud whore was a blowjob queen.

He was really surprised to see the Warden without her helmet. The few times he had encountered her he had the feeling like the woman underneath the armour was a mere necessity for the armour, her true body, to move. He was even more surprised to see how hot she was, her dark lips, a few shades darker than her exotically brown skin and with a purple touch to them, were scowling, but that didn't subtract from the fact that she was easily as attractive as Tyrande or the three others of his four present and marked slaves.

Although it was hardly a contest, they had pretty much reached the plateau of female beauty and were just different flavours of perfection. Even Vanessa, the one that was missing from the assemble, as she couldn't be revealed as to what she was and was currently sitting her time in the stockades to make her story believable, a near flawless beauty.

"If she wouldn't be scowling all the time, she would be cute," Tyrande moaned silently into his ear as his fingers rubbed her to orgasm for the eighth time since they had assumed this position. While not quite as good as Anduin, she was skilled at keeping her composure when just pleased with tongue or fingers at this point. Although all of that self-control flew out the window as soon as her master's godlike cock was involved. "I had forgotten what nice hair she had."

The colour was certainly eye-catching, as was the volume of it. Despite her best efforts to keep it militarily straight, the hair curled a bit and single individual strands formed a bit of a cloud of light catching red around her main hair as she walked up the daylight basked central walkway.

She set one step on the altar when Anduin warningly spoke up, "That is close enough."

"I will not look up to a perverse boy dabbling in dark magic," Maiev growled, taking another step.

"Then listen to your leader," Tyrande gave her a wrathful glance, the loving slave taking a backseat for the warrior priestess she still was.

"Only Elune could command me," the Warden said, halfway up now.

"I speak for mother moon!" the High Priestess warningly added, ready to peel herself out of Anduin's embrace and face the Warden instead of speaking to her with her soft ass turned at the confrontation night elf.

Anduin had a better idea how to handle the situation. "If I showed you that Elune supports me in my path, will you accept my authority."

Maiev stopped at the last step before the upper plateau. A mocking expression filled her face as her body shifted, part of her enormous, dark cloak that hid almost her entire body and armour bulging out as she stemmed a hand into her hips. "And how would you do that?"

Anduin closed his eyes and sent out a prayer. He was a Priest before everything else, a powerful one, he was a servant of the Light and Elune was a special being of the Light. He had come into contact with the mother moon before. 'Elune, please allow me to show this servant of yours that your blessings lie with my actions,' he humbly requested.

'Open your eyes, High King,' a serene voice answered and he did.

The cathedral that had been drenched in golden daylight now was calm with the silver of the moon. Anduin glanced behind him to see, through the circular, stained window that sat in the wall behind the altar, the full moon shine into the cathedral. He turned back to Maiev, who was left open-eyed and mouthed. "Impossible," she muttered, her self-righteous attitude smashed and causing her to stumble back down the stairs.