Who A King Must Do Ch 34

Anduin was lavishing inside the bathtub. With her head resting on his right shoulder, Xal'atath was nestling against his side. Half-closed lips and lids, she gasped softly as Anduin rubbed her pussy with sensual care. Her recently filled pussy still oozed some semen into the hot water, but the steady, magical refill soon took care of that.

"Ah, Master..." she sighed, thoroughly enjoying this softer experience. It had been the rhythm of the past two days. Relentless fucking in the bed and intimate lovemaking in the tub. "Yes... yes..." her voice became a series of high-pitched gasped, barely using words to express the underlying feelings. "...Your... fingers... Ah... Master... I love you... I love you... yes... master..."

The Old Goddess loved that all of this was real. The honesty in her tone, the mortal delight she experienced, the love her kind was normally unable to feel. All of it a gift from him, his power and his character. A delightfully gentle orgasm caused her to let out a long gasp and close her eyes. Anduin stretched down to kiss her. On his left side, K'ara continued to whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

Once more, he only tasted rosewater. Anduin wasn't a fan of tasting his own spunk, so they made sure to clean themselves properly. The many alchemic concoctions that Vanessa carried with her were a great help in that regard. She may have been worse at sneaking and fighting than Valeera, but the raven-haired rogue had her own tricks up her sleeve.

Speaking of Vanessa, she was busy sliding up and down his only half-submerged torso. She had liberally covered her tits in liquid soap (another thing of her own making) and was now spreading it on him with nothing but those squishy funbags. Doing so alone would have turned her on, but the glassy look of her blue eyes came most certainly from the fact that she was also sliding his cock in and out of her. Minutes ago, she had finished cleaning it with a handjob, now it was her pussies turn to get scooped clean with his spotless cock.

"Anduin," her lust-filled voice whined his name to get his attention. By all accounts, she already had it. The High King was a great multitasker and the feeling of the bountiful bosom sliding over his upper chest, along with the sight of seeing it squished so tight, was all he needed. However, her little whimpering was clearly aimed to earn herself a kiss.

Feeling that she could be happy enough with his cock inside her, Anduin didn't oblige her. Not immediately anyway. First, he came inside her. The adoring, longing look on her face was replaced by raw ecstasy. Tranquil lovemaking or not, his seed was the ultimate aphrodisiac to those bearing his mark. Like on every other occasion, the sadness that she was still on birth control was an undertone to the feeling of getting filled with his cum. A steady reminder that there was still work to do.

On the forefront of her mind, however, was the climax. Her entire body shivered, eyes rolled up and tongue struck out. She could feel an overflowing of her pussy juice soil the water, but was riding too high on lust to care much. The magic would take care of that anyhow.

Anduin moaned into his prolonged kiss with Xal'atath. Tight, Vanessa's pussy was massaging his shift with the convulsion of her muscles. Through her breasts, he could feel her hammering heartbeat against his chest. The throaty moans, as few managed to escape from between pink lips, coincided with every new wave of cum that entered her.

The High King, too, felt the sadness that her cunt had gone unbred so far. Although he could not yet change that, there was a question that he had not asked her in the past. One that he felt she was worthy off now. Once her orgasm had calmed, he took her face between his two hands. "Do you wish to be a queen of mine, Vanessa?"

The question hit the rogue unprepared. For a moment, she was speechless. Then she sighed and nodded, just as her lips said something to the contrary. "I wish, yes, but that wouldn't be the smart move right now, would it? Not like we can make it official." Her calculative, colder side analysed this thing with unnecessary harshness. "You still need me where I am."

"Yes, we could not yet make it known," Anduin retorted. "One day, likely not too far away, however, I wish to be able to claim you as mine without secrecy."

"The people..." Vanessa started

"The people," Xal'atath interrupted, "will follow our Master's will."

"They will understand," Anduin added, softer. "One day, we would have a ceremony in the Cathedral, but until that day, I would be happy to just know what you want to be. Do you want to be just my slave or do you wish to be my sixth queen, my queen in the shadows? Do you wish to stay Vanessa VanCleef, or do you wish to be Vanessa Wrynn? I would keep silent our connection, for now, but I would let the world know that I have a sixth queen, as soon as you say the word."

She let out a long exhale while she thought. "This is all terribly illogical," she finally decided. "But I love you too much to make a reasonable decision." Her calculating tone melted away, leaving only her adoration, "Yes, Anduin, I would love to be your sixth wife. I will bear your name, your children and your burdens with you."

"Then, until death do us apart," Anduin announced. With a broad smile, he pulled his newest queen into a kiss. Although it wasn't technically a real marriage until the priesthood, most importantly the Arch Bishop Omnius, had sanctified it, it was real enough as it was in that moment. "Our real wedding night will be the night I give you a child."

The newly made shadow queen gave him a wry smile. "Guess I'll have to redouble my efforts to eliminate the criminal underhive, then."

Anduin kissed her a second time, gently, then Vanessa was ready to continue her washing of his body. He had other plans. "It is time to switch," he told her, gesturing for Xal'atath to take the rogue's place. The decision was taken with some pouting and some joy, depending on who the High King looked at. Regardless, it was obeyed.

Soon, Vanessa lay on his right shoulder. Anduin brought his hands back down to her and K'ara's pussies. His head turned to the left, now giving the fleshmade naaru the kisses she deserved, accompanied by the moans of the three, big-titted slaves. Of course, Xal'atath's were the loudest, as she impaled herself on his cock. Once she was all the way down, she grabbed the glass bottle containing the shampoo and turned it upside down.

"If only there was a way to squeeze these things," the Old Goddess said, clicking her tongue. The fluid only slowly came flowing out of the hole in the lid. When she finally had gathered enough in her palm, she spread it graciously over her bosom, just as Vanessa had done earlier.

"This is the one true way our king should be cleaned," K'ara gasped between kisses. "In hot water, covered by the bodies of his slutty servants."

"Yes," agreed Anduin, basking in the glory of the six sizable breasts, with Vanessa's being the smallest of the bunch, surrounding his torso on all possible sides. He leaned against the slanted backrest of the tub, resting his tongue for the moment, and closed his eyes to relax. The only things he still moved were his fingers, gently masturbating Vanessa and K'ara, and hips, adding a soft, second rhythm to Xal'atath soapy movements.

"Without question, our Master, my husband, should only ever be cleaned and rinsed by the hands of his wives and slaves," the void-creature with the appearance of an unfathomably gorgeous elf let out a particularly long gasp to underline her words.

"Yes," Vanessa agreed, "my king has to have his own hands empty, so he can tend to us with his boundless love." Her sultry lips touched him at the neck, just beneath the ear. "A love I am so glad I earned myself, my king, my husband, my Master."

"Another salve joins the ranks of us, your blessed wives," K'ara gasped, all lust, no jealousy, "I am granted this happiness to serve you, Master of Light and Shadow. Forever, I am honoured to be the first naaru to become flesh, the first able to carry you an heir, my Master. An-du-in," every syllable of his name, she was closer, until she was kissing his neck and left cheek as well.

"Anduin," Vanessa's lips wetly smacked as she gasped.

"An..." Xal'atath's movements grew more heated at an extreme pace. "...du..." the little ripples that had interrupted the otherwise still water rose to waves. "...in!" All three women shouted in unison, as their master's body pushed them over the edge at the same time. Even Anduin groaned, seed shooting up his shaft and filling the Old Goddess' womb with a new batch of his seed.

The room was consumed by their sounds of lust for several seconds.

Anduin was all ready to continue things. K'ara would be next. Once had also filled her, this little bathtub session would come to an end and they could cycle back to the bed for more brutal fucking. However, the door to his chamber opened before he could make any of those decisions.

Valeera stepped in, wearing her crimson battle regalia. Together with Vereesa, Mizzy and Baela, she had been above deck to make sure things went smoothly. "Anduin," the elf nodded in a serious fashion, causing the High King to start moving before hearing the rest of her report. "We're almost ready to make landfall. A blood elf ship has been sighted and they made the agreed flag signal."

"Alright," Anduin nodded and started moving. As disappointing as it was that this engagement had to come to an early end, he would have ample time to make it up to K'ara on the way back. Once outside the tub, he attempted to dry himself. His slaves wouldn't let him, taking the towel from him and carefully rubbing him down. A favour he returned for them. Once everyone was dry, they put on their clothes.

After being naked for several days, it was an odd feeling to be covering his skin again. Even though Anduin's usual combination of robe, tight shirt and baggy pants wasn't exactly obstructive, the feeling remained. Xal'atath and K'ara retreated to Anduin's dimensional pocket, to be pulled out in their weapon form, should he need them.

While the clothes were something the High King had not missed, standing aboard the drifting vessel was incredibly pleasant. Open windows and air refreshing herbs were no replacement for a proper breeze. Especially since the wind wasn't actually cold.

The thing that Anduin wanted for Stormwind, the then high elves had accomplished on the scale of their entire kingdom. Everything was veiled in a shroud of eternal spring. The golden and red-leaved trees invoked an image of autumn, but the fresh, emerald grass and warm sun made sure everyone understood it was a season of vibrancy that the blood elves wanted to spend their immortality in, not one of decay.

Exactly how they had achieved this wonder was something Anduin was only too eager to learn. The night elves were likely able to reproduce the effects, given enough time and a magical source to fit. Because of their preference to leave nature to its ways, they just hadn't researched to that end. If Anduin could convince the blood elves to work together with the draenei, reinforcing the pylons with their own skills on the matter, maybe all of the kingdom could profit from the endless summer he had wanted for his capital. All that was required was a suitable source of power.

Beyond the lush, golden forest stood the white and red buildings of the sin'dorei. A complex, half art, half fortress, surrounded the source of energy that had brought this civilization to its greatest heights and deepest lows. Somewhere in there was the Sunwell.

More important for Anduin, at that moment, was the ship that had pulled up to the beach they were also heading towards. A red and white, extremely elegantly designed things. Large sails spanned out between wooden stakes that spread out like a four-fingered hand, slowly folding together as the ship came to a standstill. The High King himself heard the shouts, "Lower the sails!"

Soon enough, the anchor was lowered and Anduin got onto a smaller vessel that was lowered to the water. Along with Vereesa and Valeera, he was rowed to the shore. Mizzy and Baela were to stay behind. If it came to a fight, which was highly doubtful, they weren't going to be much of a help anyway. Vanessa continued to hide.

The blood elven vessel lowered its own vessel. Soon, both parties arrived on the shore. Aside from the two elves, Anduin also had two of his bodyguards around. His opposite also came in a party of five. All were knights in silver armour, wearing black tabards with a stylized, blood red dragonhawk on them. Although the plate did much to obscure their curves, Anduin knew three of them to be women. For two of them he had to rely on his highly accurate instincts. Had they been humans, he could have simply referred to the width of their shoulders for reference, but blood elves had a tendency too all be rather narrow and agile, over broad and powerful.

Only the elf leading her party was easy to identify visually. Her armour and tabard were fashioned perfectly to her body. Metal and cloth curved around her moderately sized breasts, flowed down her narrow waist and into pleasingly, but not overly, wide hips.

Also the only one to not wear a helmet, the leader revealed her red hair. It had a blonde undertone to it, giving it a beautiful, rare shade. She had it fashioned so it parted on the right side of her head, creating an unequal frame around her heart-shaped face. The rest of her long hair, she had bound into a ponytail, peeking slightly over the back of her head.

Like all blood elves, she was beautiful. Like all leaders and women Anduin took interest in, she was even more so than the average. Long, sharp ears, a cute, round nose, intelligent eyes over elongated brows and lips as red as blood and so full they seemed to be made to attract his gaze. Her skin had a healthy, tanned complexion. Not quite brown, more a reddish tint, smooth and definitely exotic for someone who had grown up among the pale nobles of Stormwind.

"High King Anduin," she greeted him first. Her voice had a slight frill to it and was deeper than that of most women. Respectfully, she bowed her head.

Anduin did the same. "Lady Liadrin," he returned. "I am pleased that you agreed to this meeting."

"It wasn't a problem of interest, but of the when and how," she assured. "Sylvanas has her ears everywhere and ever since the actions at the hand of your first wife, diplomacy between our people have been shaky. It took a lot of effort to organize a blind spot for today."

"Jaina is under control," Anduin stated outright. "She won't ever act in such a cruel manner ever again. You have my word, she has become content as my wife, sex slave and mother to my heir."

"I know," Liadrin nodded, despite how ludicrous these statements were. The claim that the woman not even a dragon aspect could satisfy in a relationship to be 'reduced' to a happy breeding slave. Were it not for the duration and detail of these rumours, nobody on Azeroth would have believed it. However, Liadrin knew he was saying the truth for other reasons. "I have received visions of you, High King. Little glimpses of your debauchery at first. I thought the Light was telling me to stop you..."

Neither she nor any of her knights had their hands anywhere close to their weapons. As such, there was no reason to be alarmed, Anduin simply nodded and continued to listen.

"...Soon, some of the most powerful among us reported to me they also had visions. Thereafter, we grew confused. We saw no wrongdoing in those glimpses. Sure, it was perverted and went against what we thought proper, but nobody was being hurt by your actions. You didn't exploit anybody. Everyone was always happy and consenting."

Liadrin took a pause. Her stern posture shifted in a very telling way. Anduin could identify the lustful discomfort from a mile away. "There were two I had to force myself on, to lesser and bigger degrees," the High King admitted, referring to Vanessa and Xal'atath. "Neither have I ever wished anything bad to happen to and both are happy to live as my slaves now."

"I appreciate your honesty, your majesty," Liadrin stated, gently shaking her head. "The Light has not shared those details with me and I know now, but I trust in it. The visions... they left us aroused, to be as honest as the shining sun. Then, one day, three months ago, the visions intensified. It was like your connection to the Light had become so strong that your mere presence dominates this world's aspect of it."

That must have been when Anduin returned from Draenor, with his binding to K'ara established.

"The vivid details we received from Stormwind were... magnificent," it wasn't just her that was shifting in arousal, but the knights behind her as well. "All Blood Knights could see it. The purity of your actions, your majesty. Over the last few months, our code of chivalry has changed. Well, our behaviour changed in response to the brilliance we saw and eventually we rewrote the code to follow suit. I believe you call it the Cult of the Perfect Slave. We have made slight adjustments to it to allow men to participate as well."

That K'ara was pleased by this development radiated into Anduin's thoughts. The Cult of the Perfect Slave was the Light side of Stormwind's new church. That they followed it meant that, for the past three months, they had trained themselves in the ways of serving a master - all without actually having sex with the opposite gender. While Anduin had no personal interest in receiving any male slaves that followed that path, there were doubtlessly some bisexual or gay people in Stormwind that would like to hear this news.

"I have been anticipating this day since then... the day I could confirm with my own senses whether you are who the Light shows me to be," Liadrin walked the five steps between them, the sand crunching under her heavy boots. "When I first heard what you did with the night elves, I was sickened. Now, I can believe that they truly did it willingly. I will support you in making my people understand their place in the world is the same. I will support you in everything you will ever do." She stopped in front of him and raised her hand. "If you show me that the Light told me the truth."

"As you wish," Anduin answered, but then hesitated for a second, looking down at that hand. It was an offer to take it. Searching his feelings, the High King decided to do more than that. He grabbed her behind the wrist. His strong hands clamped down on the plate armour and pulled. Although anything but weak, Liadrin was surprised by the strength of that pull and took the last half-step forwards. She raised her head to look up and brought herself in perfect position for Anduin's descending lips to meet hers.

Before the surprise could allow her to formulize a report, she felt his Light flow into her. Light and Shadow. Neither tainted or purified the other, they existed in a perfect equilibrium that should have been impossible. The green glow of her eyes, that no amount of interaction with the purified Sunwell had ever managed to clear, was replaced with a burst of gold. More than that, their entire bodies were engulfed in an embrace of illuminating brilliance.

The sand under them seemed to turn into grains of gold, her own skin glowed with power and the calm, discipline and love of the Light flooded her every last sense. No matter how hard she tried to find any deception in it, there was none. This impossible duality was every bit as true as the visions had led her to believe. Her doubts cleared, all arousal she had felt from remembering the past months was suddenly and violently amplified.

The stream of energy came to an end, the brilliance ebbed away and Anduin let go. Pulling away from the kiss, he watched as the gold drained from her eyes and restored the previous green. The Matriarch of the Blood Knights was aware of it as well, even if she could hardly see her own eyes. A void opened inside her and she knew exactly how to fill it. The hand let go of her arm.