Anduin was sucking on Jaina's tits. Although no milk had yet started leaking from them, something looked forwards to with perverse curiosity, his first wife was now just over four months pregnant. Over three weeks had passed since the visit to Ironforge and since then her already sizable breasts had swollen by a noticeable degree. They lost a bit of firmness in the process, but the drooping wasn't unattractive, just gave her a motherly charm as her belly began to bulge in accordance.
Her entire body was positively glowing with anticipation towards being a mother and it made her all the more attractive. "Ride me, my queen," Anduin gasped after letting the pretty pink nipple go. It was to be enjoyed for as long as he could, that she still could move unobstructed by his growing heir.
"As you wish, my master," she answered in the most fulfilled tone, smoothly turning from her seat on his side. By the time it took her to swing her leg around and straddle him atop his throne, Maiev, Tyrande and Shandris stopped orally pleasing him and gave their clear superior in the High King's harem the room she needed to slide down the massive prick they had been pleasing. Only for a few moments though, the moment Jaina had slid down all the way and began riding him with slow, circular movements of her wide hips, the night elven slaves immediately did as they did best and served.
Maiev remained on her knees, lathering Anduin's balls, and his shaft whenever she got to see it, with attention from her tongue while Tyrande and Shandris quickly fetched an amphora of moon blessed water and massaged it into Jaina's skin as she moved. Since they had completely and permanently submitted themselves to the humans, the previously most famously mortal of all Alliance races had gained immunity to any adverse effect overexposure to Elune's waters might have. A showing of approval from the goddess, no doubt and a blessing that now pearled down between Jaina's massive tits as Tyrande fondled them from behind.
"She doesn't need both of you for that," Valeera commented, sitting next to Anduin's left with only her hand to rub her wet cunt. "Shandris, put your tongue to better use," the dark-haired elf obeyed immediately, soon burrowing her face between the rogue's pale thighs. Subservience wasn't the only reason for this, Valeera had been treated to a proper filling not too long ago, Anduin's cum still fresh inside her bred cunt. "How I love being with you," Valeera purred into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Every day is a new climax."
Anduin's right side felt rather empty with that treatment. Moaning and pleasure from the arch mage that rode him, moaning and compliments from the blonde blood elf bombshell on his left. It was Xal'atath who quickly filled that gap, also wrapping her arms around Anduin. Her greyish purple colouration fit the display quite nicely. Between the Old Goddess' legs, Aclysia was keeping her tongue busy with her fourth most favourite activity behind sucking cock, being fucked and being fucked up the ass: eating out a fellow slave of the High King.
"Although there could always be more highlights, Anduin," the black blade whispered seductively in his ear. "We have been preparing for a while now. Perhaps it is time to finally strike at that pesky Horde and find yet more races to enslave for your superior cause? My temple would appreciate the moans of more sluts that finally learn their place in this world."
The thought made Anduin enter a delighted haze. Imagining the many more attractive races that needed to fall to the erotic ways of the Alliance, tightly pressed in a room, fucking their hearts out, with himself at the centre of it all, breeding every last willing slut with his oppressive skills. The draenei were, at large, still teetering on the edge, while goblins, blood elves and nightborne, still had to be even shown the dazzling future the High King could bring.
The images this conjured sent him over the edge and Jaina's back arched against Tyrande, who caught her in a sweet embrace and muffled her cum-fuelled orgasm through a meeting of their lips. Anduin just had to sit there, arms around Xal'atath's and Valeera's hips, groping their plum asses, watching as Tyrande showed just how much more full Jaina's tits had gotten with every motion of her slender fingers, sinking deeply into the supple flesh.
Spurt after spurt of semen pumped into Jaina, the white-blonde haired mage gasping continuously into the tongue twisting kiss she exchanged with Tyrande. To his feet, Maiev got to taste the sweet lovejuices of his first wife, torrenting down Anduin's groin, and soiling his leather-wrapped seat of power.
His orgasm passed without the High King showing any sign that he lost control of his body. Indeed, he seemed the complete master of the situation even as every last synapse in his body got rushed with pleasure. "Not yet," he finally answered Xal'atath, despite his wishes to make that fantasy true as quickly as possible. "I won't strike before we don't have absolute certainty of our victory. I won't send thousands to die by the plague yet again."
The memory of the battle of Undercity was still vivid in the king's mind. Deathly green for, Horde and Alliance people alike, choking, only to be raised as undead puppets. All for the banshee queen's ruthless plans to take over all of Azeroth. "As you wish then, master," Xal'atath said and didn't chase the topic any further. Not for now, at least. Instead, she put her energy into kissing his neck with her soft, purple lips, her large breasts caressing his shoulder.
Aside from Mizzy, Fenella and Vanessa, all of his slaves were present. It was easy to forget, but all of them had things to do outside of pleasing him. Things that they would drop immediately if he so desired, but something they could or needed to occupy themselves with when he wasn't around. For most of them, that was statecraft or leading a particular branch of the military. Valeera and Vanessa had their spying to do. Mizzy and Fenella, when they weren't drooling over his cock, were actually capable engineers of their respective schools.
Fascinatingly, they seemed to only grow more brilliant in mind if recently filled to the brim with hot loads. Anduin chalked this up to another effect of Slutstud, but it may very well have been that a satisfied mind could simply think better. Either way, they were pumping out new prototypes or improves schematics for all kinds of things. New sex toys, standardized nuts and bolts, new designs for air ships, the list went on for quite a while.
Their most ambitious project right now was a series of metal tubes that were supposed to run underground and transport fresh water to every single household. Granted, that was actually Anduin's correction on it once he had seen the plans. The short-stacked slaves had planned to lay a pipeline all the way from Gnomeregan to Stormwind in order to pump off some Slutstud and make that an easily available public good. Currently, they were shipped a few canisters of the compressed stuff every few days. Since it was in practically limitless supply, the central power generator of Gnomeregan producing the gas as a side effect, it was cheap and readily available.