With Anduin's fingers hooked into the tight space between her collar and throat, a breathless Maiev was dragged through the middle of the hallway like an unruly dog. No resistance to her fate was left in her mind, only a downtrodden acceptance on the surface and a sea of perversion underneath. Thus, it wasn't a sense of shame that caused her to become so slow that the High King felt the need to pull her along.
No, although she had been able to more easily come along on the soft carpet that covered the white stone halls of Stormwind Keep, the second they had entered the throne room she had slowed to a figurative crawl in her literal crawling. For the why, her eyes had discovered the tables that lined the sides, the noble men and women behind them and the sluts and studs busy pleasing them orally.
Her jaw had fallen open at the sight of these people. Experience with demons and other dark magics had taught her that those that mindlessly indulged in their desires became twisted versions of themselves, often bloated like pigs with a questionable sense of personal hygiene.
Yet the only filth she spotted was that of sexual fluids and the people acting on their desires were not twisted, they were perfect. Men and women who had bodies, even in their progressed age, that only the skilled of artisan would try to eternalize in paint or stone, with taught skin, firm tits and massive cocks.
Anduin had noticed the change as well and it only seemed to accelerate as time went on. Initially worried about such changes in his people, even if it all seemed for the better, he launched an investigation into it through his newly formed Ministry of Pleasure. What they found was a multitude of things overlapping. Regular and heavily compelled check-ups against STDs caused people to see the druids, priests and shamans of Stormwind quite regularly, improving general health and charging their bodies with rejuvenating magic.
Much like with Anduin and his light and dark infused seed, that magic was circled around through more intercourse, spreading it pretty evenly in the erotically unhinged people of Stormwind. Sex was also a great workout and stress was at an all time low. Adding to that the increased amount of moon wells, being built all over the city through state-sponsored work projects (a particularly big one no doubt to be added to the cathedral after today's events), as well as the night elves' tendency to use it as body oil, and it was of little wonder that the people of Stormwind seemed to age backwards.
Everyone was healthy, happy, and filled to the brim with magics that had made other races immortal before. Anduin wouldn't be surprised to learn, if the average life expectancy of humans had doubled. Only time would tell if that was true. There was a slight worry of magic addiction, but as they weren't the first people to deal with such a phenomenon the High King already knew what countermeasures to take in case it became a problem.
As they were the richest people with access to the highest quality of slaves, each with their own priests to attend to their medical needs and typically living in the parts of the cities the first moon wells had been constructed at, the nobles were the people those changes could be seen the most pronounced on. There were people in his court Anduin had only ever known as old that were now fitter than the prime of their youth, all fat and excess skin melted away to make room for muscles and a healthy tan.
It was that court of adonises and perfect whores, sucking and slurping dicks and cunts, athletic midriffs rippling and round asses shifting, that had caused Maiev to become so slow that Anduin was now dragging her along. Like everyone under the tables, the Warden was dripping heavily onto the bare floor, the carpet having wisely been removed.
She stumbled up the couple of steps that elevated the throne above the seating of the nobles. The massive, ornate seat was the symbolic centre of power and the closer a noble sat to it, the more important his status had to be. Still, there was a gap in height and distance between all of them and Anduin took that seat naturally, with a majesty that was beyond groomed and had simply grown to be his second nature since he had manned up and started on his path. Nakedly, with his legs spread and revealing his enormous cock and balls to the court and world at large, he leaned back against the cushion.
In a matter of seconds, his harem took an assortment of silently communicated positions. Jaina sat down in her own throne, that of Kul Tiras, and began masturbating to the sight of her husband and the world he had created. Valeera, the lucky bride of the day, got the seat of honour in Anduin's lap, her sexy frame snuggled against his left shoulder and her sunlight golden hair of massive length cascading over the armrest and almost touching the floor.
Between Anduin's legs, the first High Slave immediately went on her knees and eagerly began working the cock she had only been able to watch these past hours. The fact that it had recently been in Maiev's ass didn't bother her in the slightest, she would suck Anduin's massive prick under any circumstances. In his current, dehydrated state she made it a soft pleasure, however. Shandris was hurrying off to fetch her master some water.
The Warden herself was left to her own devices, sitting on her sore knees. Should she join Tyrande in her worship of Elune's chosen or was that frivolous without an order? The normally decisive woman was no longer sure what to do, a deep craving for Anduin to tell her having filled her being. Her leash was bound to a piece of the throne, so at least she knew she was supposed to stay around.
"Stop salivating on the floor," Anduin warned Maiev, who finally closed her mouth. She hadn't even noticed how her tongue had greedily darted out, emulating the licking motions of Tyrande. A moment later, against all her discipline, she was at it again, causing the High King to groan disapprovingly.
The sound sent shivers of delight and fear through the Warden's spine and her pussy, swollen with the want to be fucked, dripped juice on the floor. "I am sorry, master," she stated and lowered her head, pushing up her ass in the same motion because she knew Anduin liked looking at it more than hearing her excuses.
"If you cannot control your filthy mouth, lick this," the perfect man declared, Maiev raising her eyes to his foot being shoved in her face. Despite having taken a long, barefoot stroll through the streets of Stormwind, it was pristine in its cleanliness. It was like dirt knew it was unworthy to cling onto the king, just like Maiev realized she was unworthy to suck his cock, making her that much more thankful for it to have been inside her ass.
Curving her body, pushing her ass out even more in what was a deeply uncomfortable, humiliating and ecstatic position, Maiev began to suckle on the toes presented to her. "You may masturbate, but not cum," Anduin allowed her, the thankful slave immediately extending one hand between her legs and touching her clit. Lightning rushed through her body, her little button being more sensitive than it had been ever before.
Anduin ignored the squirming slave and the light tickle of her muffled moans against his foot in favour of the water that Shandris presented to him in a golden goblet. "Thank you, feel free to join Tyrande," he told her and, as the sentinel most thankful did, gulped down the contents in one go. "Jaina, would you do me the favour?" he asked, swinging the empty cup in her direction.
"Of course, Anduin, it is only fair with how much of that liquid you pumped into me," his first queen joked, conjuring a simple spell that created a new fill of water. That spell was repeated two more times before Anduin felt satisfyingly recharged, for the moment.
"I am sorry about the delay," he addressed the court in a loud voice that echoed royally over the moans, which immediately grew as quiet as individual self-control allowed. "I had to walk a bitch," that caused some laughter and people shouting back that they knew similar situations. Anduin felt at ease, he had read the room correctly and nobody was mad at him. Most certainly, his goals for today would change that. "I have called you here today on several matters urgent and close to my heart. Many of you will have already heard of my plans to erect a new city in Westfall, a large port to more securely transport the much-needed grain."
"An ambitious plan, but given the state of the treasury certainly possible," one of the more important nobles commented.
"Yes..." Anduin gathered breath, now was the time, "and I will also be taking fines from every noble that refused to pay the stonemasons." A baffled silence sat over the room. Before a storm of complaints could break out, the High King ceased the momentum. "I know this is unpopular with many of you, but the Defias were ultimately a creation of Stormwind and its leadership falling to the temptations of the black dragon Onyxia. Nobody has suffered more under that failure than the people of Westfall, so while the stonemasons of then are all gone, we shall at least make amends to those who suffered."
"No need to fine me, your highness," a woman with hair that was starting to turn grey at the tips but was a perfect black at the roots again, stood up, her magnificent breasts jiggling at the eagerness of the motion. They were large in the first place, but the lightly swollen belly on her otherwise athletic body indicated that she was carrying one of the early fruits of the changes made to Stormwind's culture. "I will gladly give whatever amount you ask for. I was a greedy woman before your leadership allowed me to see the light of selflessness," she gently caressed her belly, "to atone, I will give up most of my wealth and would even gladly give up my privileges, as I trust even a beggar will live like a noble under your lordship, blessed by the Light, the Shadow and the Moon herself."
Similar sentiments rang out all over the room, soon sweeping through and becoming the large majority. Anduin was completely dumbfounded by that enthusiasm for his person, and he must have looked the part. A nobleman sprang to his feet, pulling the slut that was serving him from under the table. "No need to look so surprised, my liege," he stated, grabbing the dark-red haired dwarf by the sides of her head and beginning to facefuck her. "Look at this whore as -- she -- eagerly -- swallows!" he groaned out, slamming his hips one last time and spurting his seed into her with a toothy grin. "This is the world you made for us, greatest of Stormwind's kings!"
"Yes!" it was another woman who rose, putting one leg on her table and exposing her slender frame for everyone to see as she began masturbating furiously, moaning out her loyalty. "You liberated us all sexually and allowed us to see the Light of selflessness and honesty, Anduin! I hope I am bearing your child and I will make good to the people I have wronged!" She must have been one of the many women Anduin had slept with at the side.
"There is no need for a fine, I will gladly move onto this new city and help build it with my own hands, bringing people and free food for those workers!" someone else enthusiastically agreed.
