With every 'step' Maiev crawled through the streets of Stormwind the expression on her face transformed. More and more the arrogant and vindictive warden gave into her new tendencies, with the blush of an ecstatic exhibitionist getting properly abused by her master appearing on her face. Before she knew it, her tongue hang out like a happily panting dog's. A face that just about every single watcher in the crowd shared.
'Truly, sluts to the core,' Anduin thought about night elves, walking at the heart of a procession. It was him, naked and strutting proudly with his mighty cock pointing ahead. To his sides were his wives, Jaina at his right and Valeera at his left, flirting with the High King and casually massaging his manhood whenever they could. The slaves, Shandris and Tyrande, were walking one pace behind, unworthy to walk right next to their master. The lowest of them, the unbranded Maiev, was behind even them. Trying her best to keep up, the battle-hardened Warden moved as quickly as her four-legged state allowed her.
A guard of twelve guard, arranged in a diamond shape to part the crowd in front of them, was protecting the greatest of kings as he proceeded. They were the only non-participants in the orgy, but they had Tyrande's personal guard to mingle with whenever they were in their quarters and the nights over Stormwind Keep were always filled with ecstatic howling.
The men whistled at the sexiness of his women, shouted their applause at their fine asses and how he deserved to have filled them with the seed that now dripping out of them all of them more than they could ever do. Much more than that, they screamed the name of the High King that allowed them to stand nakedly in a crowd, many of them getting blowjobs by enslaved or horny females, the former always coming with the latter.
The women also applauded Anduin, masturbated at his sight or jumped on the closest cock they could find. Where the High King went, the city-wide orgy went from mere sex to a fest of debauchery.
Anduin waved back at them, low-key keeping an eye on Maiev as he looked at his people. Whenever she failed to keep up, he would find a reason to stop. Either be it to hold a little speech, summarising what he said in the cathedral, or extend a little gesture towards his people, such as letting a man slap the ass of Tyrande or Shandris. Never his wives, however, and never more than that simple slap.
On other occasions, and this happened more frequently, he would let a particularly attractive women that was in the crowd approach him. If her hygienic state was good enough, he would kiss her, deeply and fervently as well, the kind of kiss that would be on her lips for hours and her mind for years. It wasn't just Anduin either, Valeera and Jaina would see it as a challenge, wanting to taste their husband on the lips of their subject.
Once the kiss was over, the lucky bride would sink to her knees, pulling the woman with her. The duo would then begin slobbering over the High King's cock in a double blowjob while Jaina grinded her voluptuous chest against Anduin and got her pussy rubbed in return.
Valeera was a deeply skilled cocksucker, not because she had much practice in it but because her self-taught rogue craft had come with some experiences that had her swallow things beyond the gag reflex, and she deeply enjoyed goading these new women into trying their best (and usually failing) to deepthroat Anduin's girth. With sarcastic and sadistic sass, whilst fondling their asses and pussy to the edge of orgasm, the second queen of Stormwind would keep stringing her willing victim along until her husband's balls tightened and pumped enormous load of seeds into the eager mouths sucking on the massive cock.
Whenever possible, Valeera used her fingers to push them over the edge of orgasm at the exact moment they tasted Anduin's semen. Because his seed was filled with a swirl of magic, this was usually a more than successful endeavour. A swirl of magic the lucky bride then laid claim to, pressing her lips on the random women and giving her a sloppy goodbye kiss that lasted until the taste of Anduin's semen was diluted by saliva.
A few of the women asked to be knocked up by the king, the rest looked like they would ask if they weren't already pregnant. Indeed, in the city wide orgy, more than a few swelling bellies could be seen. While it was true that elven children had insanely long gestation periods, that wasn't something human womb's supported. The result wasn't any sort of miscarriage, just that human born half-elves were more human and that the inverse was true for elven born children. Basically, the race of the mother had a bigger impact than the race of the father, although how much bigger could only be seen over the next twenty years.
Racial mixing had never been so widespread before, so exact data was unreliable to say the least.
None of that played into Anduin's decision making though. Raven-haired, redhead, brunette, blonde or white hair, human, night elf, gnome or even draenei, he agreed all the same. They were all gorgeous, they would all bear him beautiful children, even if he wouldn't meet most of them, he was sure he was building a kingdom that they could grow up in with purpose.
These acts pleased the Light and Shadow in him equally. The Light was happy that he was fulfilling the desires of his subjects. The Shadow was ecstatic that he was indulging in his own wants.
Turning the beauties towards the crowd, their pillow-like asses pressed against his crotch as he pushed into them from behind, Anduin penetrated them down to the base. Then he took away their secure footing, raising their legs by the bend of the knee with his superhuman strength. For all the city to see, he would fuck them much like he had fucked Jaina or Valeera atop the altar. He even defloured a virgin amongst these eye-pleasing women, one of the few remaining in Stormwind.
Of course, his brides weren't just watching these things. Worshipping Anduin's body, from his lips to his balls, they would shower him in kisses and attention. Nonetheless, it was always the woman that came first and second and usually third. Often squirting, praying to the High King's name and the Light they were fucked silly, they were consecrating Stormwind's cobble covered roads with their pussy juice. By the end of it, Anduin came inside them and then placed their naked bodies somewhere secure, speaking a quiet prayer for their health himself before moving on.
And while all of that was going on, the duo of branded slaves was continuously dropping suggestive comments on the crawling Warden. "Look at her slurping on that cock," Tyrande stated. "Wouldn't you want to do that as well, Maiev?"
"I..." she tried to answer, but was immediately interrupted by Shandris.
"High Slave, clearly sucking master's perfect dick is too good for her, all she is allowed to be is a throat to be fucked," the sentinel general stated.
"And let our king do the thrusting?" the High Priestess sounded playfully offended, clutching her pearls. Well, she wasn't wearing pearls, the only accessories she wore was the diadem of the High Priestess of Elune, but the gesture was the same.
As they were currently stopped, Anduin balls-deep inside a gnome with cute pink twintails, her stomach lightly bulging from the immense girth of the High Kings reproductive might, Shandris took the opportunity to step on Maiev's head. Heel pressing against the redhead Warden's left cheek, she pushed her to the floor until the other hit the streets, filthy from sexual fluids. "This abstinent, arrogant whore only knows how to talk trash. Training her the proper way to deepthroat Anduin would take too long."
"Oh my, you are right Shandris," Tyrande nodded thoughtfully, "this bitch certainly has not a bit of the necessary cocksucking skills." The turquoise maned leader of the night elves kneeled behind Maiev and gave her a proper spank on her ass, which resulted in an unwilling moan leaving her dark lips. "All Maiev can do is pray our master is willing to fuck her."
"You two are a disgrace," the Warden may have been giving into her masochistic tendencies, but that didn't suddenly eliminate all she was. While she was very much enjoying the abuses, although she wouldn't admit as much, Maiev had always disliked Tyrande. "Get your hands off me, priestess."
"Are you sure you should talk back to me like that?" the High Priestess glided her hand over the perfect curve of Maiev's ass and over to her pussy. Love juices coated the lust-swollen lips and even the inside of her thighs down to the knees in a slick, glistening layer. Nonchalantly, Tyrande slipped a finger inside. "By Elune, you are TIGHT," she complimented, feeling the pressure against even just that one, slender finger. "The High King and you will both have a great time stretching you out."
Said High King filled the Gnome up to such an immense degree that her stomach bloated and some of the load burst out between his cock and the confinement of her pussy lips. If she wasn't pregnant, which was basically impossible, she certainly looked the part when he pulled out. The crowd cheered as Anduin placed her in a comfortable position on a bench and moved on.
Tyrande and Shandris both pulled back from Maiev to allow the procession to continue, leaving the Warden to lecherously bite her lips. "I want more..." she quietly whined under her breath, eyes staring on the piece of pavement her face had just rested on. When she looked up, she was met by the eyes of Anduin, for the first time since the cathedral he was looking directly at her and it made her shudder to the core. Her crotch positively gushed just from that pennant stare. If it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't allowed her to touch herself, the normally stuck-up Warden would have been making a mess of herself in front of all these people without a second thought, such immense pressure her horniness put on her conscious.
"We have made it barely half the way now," the High King stated in an accusatory tone, the kind that would have caused her to decapitate anyone else but from him made her loins feel like they were set on moonfire. "Maiev, do you have anything to say for yourself?"
She grit her teeth, a gesture trained from years of frustration now used to keep herself from panting lustfully like a dumb dog as the answer. "I am sorry, chosen of the moon," she slurred out these words in response. "If you wish to punish me, I will gladly accept."
"You would," Anduin spoke as if she was a piece of degenerate filth, which was strangely pleasing to her overly long ears. Then he turned around and the group began moving again. Away from the canal and into the dwarven district, which may as well be renamed the orgy district at that point in time.
'I wonder how the Deeprun Tram is affecting Ironforge on the other side,' Anduin thought. The technological wonder was transporting swathes of people to Stormwind every day. They would stay only for a couple of days, a vacation to get their balls empty and their heads clear. 'Eventually I will need to contact Moira and the Council of Three Hammers over the future... and to enthrall Moira herself.'
