Anduin grasped the curved horns of his white-haired half-demon wife. There had still been some of the erotic gas in his system when he awoke this morning and for over an hour now he had been taking it out on Aclysia. His hips rocked out of his chair just as he pulled her over his dick. As cock hungry as ever, the blowjob slut took it with ecstatic gargling. Not once had her lips parted with his dick. Even during the stretches he had let go of her, she had diligently continued sucking him off.
"We were supposed to take turns," Jaina mumbled, glancing at the demon hunter with unwilling respect. They all had the will to be used by their master for any stretch of time, but to actually be able to keep sucking him by her own volition for an entire hour was commendable.
Aclysia herself didn't think too much about it, she hadn't even noticed the passage of time so far. Absolutely lost in the motions, all she cared about was the act of giving a blowjob itself. There was no bigger feeling of bliss for the cumslut than feeling her pillowy lips on the smooth crotch of her master, his cock stretching her throat and their eyes meeting as hers rolled up from the feeling of his cum pumping into her stomach.
Something that happened at that exact moment. Her fingers froze, pressing against her clit as her pussy juices squirted out and dripped past her drenched leather pants. She had made the mistake of not taking them off in her eagerness to crawl under the table and never gotten the opportunity to change that. Not that it was important any way. There was no shame in showing what being a good, master serving, sex slave did to her.
Her tongue was the only part of her still moving in accordance of her mind, pressing and curving the High King's sensitive spots, the rest of her was trembling involuntarily or frozen. With every new strand of semen she milked from his heavy balls, she only loved her master more, if such a thing was even possible.
With a relieved groan and a last pumping of semen up his shaft, the High King let go of her horns and reached for the glass of water on the table instead. Emptying it, only to find it immediately refilled by his first wife, Anduin felt his previously clouded mind return to the conference. Although the gasses effects were fleeting, he had no intention to tell the demon hunter to stop bobbing up his cock. Something that she had started doing again, on her own accord, already. He considered telling Aclysia to take a pause, but he wanted to see how long she could keep this up. Plus, it felt heavenly, she was doubtlessly the best cocksucker in his harem. Plus, it made everyone else green with envy and that was amusing to him for some reason. Plus, her glazed over, green eyes with the healed pupil gave him a begging glance as her cheeks hollowed out.
Without further comments on that matter, he looked up to Magni and Falstad, getting very similar treatments under the circular stone plate. Although the throne room was more impressive, most discussions between the three thrones were had here. It was simply more comfortable to look at each other over a table then between three rowed-up stone thrones.
Although the seating here was very much the same, which made Anduin yearn for his own couch of regent's seat. Dwarven furniture was always so hard for some reason, which complimented neither him nor his girls knees. At Anduin's side stood the empress in whose name he held this throne, at least in terms of tradition.
"Moira's punishment will therefor' be being reduced to a public fuck toy for the next ten years," Magni confirmed their resolution. "And she'll be the only dwarf to be subjected to Slutstud...," that was the name Mekkatorque had given the gas. It was apparently short for some ridiculous gnomish invention name, but Anduin found it fitting as it was commonly spoken. After all, those were the two things it made out of people, gnomes and dwarves especially. "...without her consent. That right?"
"Yes," Anduin affirmed, having been the main mind behind this proposal. Worse treatment was usual for traitors of the grade Moira had made herself guilty off, but these were new times and given enough opportunity, in the shape of the cock of the people she had fooled, she would surely integrate into society again. As a completely broken, stammering and ecstatic cocksleeve, for sure, but that was pretty good still compared to execution, as far as Anduin was concerned.
Magni reached under the table, presumably to get the night elven slut that Anduin had gifted him as a present (Falstad had also received one), to suck him down to the base and stay there. The Wildhammer leader continued. "As per you' suggestion, we have put up chambers that allow people to get covered in Slutstud all throughout the city. All reports say they've been runn'ng all day and night since. Only a matter of time before all of Ironforge, nay, all of dwarfkind has ascended."
"Those are magnificent news," Anduin announced happily, grabbing Jaina's butt in an offhanded motion. Squeezing the jiggly soft bottom, he coerced a moan from the arch mage, held back when she bit her lip, the raw need apparent in her eyes. Not really thinking about it, Anduin summoned the tentacles. The dark purple extensions of his own might sprouted out of the sides of his solid stone seating and the floor and quickly wrapped themselves around ankles and legs of Jaina, Fenella, Xal'atath, Aclysia, Valeera, Maiev and Mizzy.
The first response he sensed was Aclysia screaming atop his dick, but only when it wasn't too deep in to block her vocal cords. Along with the penetration of every other cunt, came the immediate orgasmic screams when all the girls that had been dwelling on their desire to finally get their turn sucking him off were swiftly penetrated. The natural sliminess of the tentacles wasn't even necessary. They were all so drenched, willing and trained to take their master's girthy rod.
Anduin himself felt the tightening sheathes around the engorged tendril heads. While he could have reduced the amount of pleasure he felt from his short-lived creations, he saw no reason to do so. Instead, he freely came again.
This time without his guidance, Anduin's hands firmly resting on Fenella's ass as well as Jaina's now, Aclysia proved what a horny, obedient slave-wife she was once more. Tasting his semen was secondary to his pleasure, so she slipped down the entire length, sucked as strongly as she could and let him unload straight down her throat. Once more, the second he was coming down from his climax, Aclysia went right back to sucking him off.
Mekkatorque had given the High King a similar report recently. For sure, there were a lot of people, more amongst the dwarves than the ever experiment-happy gnome, sceptical towards this new, very sudden change overcoming many of their kin. Initial interactions proved to many of those fellows that their friends and family affected were, in fact, still the same people. Just way hornier and with a leaning towards sadism or masochism, depending on the gender.
The more people got through with the transformation, the more public sex would be occurring, the more inclined the unchanged people were to take the offer. They could join without, but that would leave them without the body-changing effects, thusly able to cum maybe once or twice. Anduin guessed it would take only one or two more days for all gnome's, save those overseas, to transform and a month for all dwarves. The latter were more numerous and stubborn, after all.
