The trip home was eventless. No unforeseen weather, no attacks, just steady tides and constant fucking. They arrived in Stormwind to some confusion. Officially, Anduin was still sick and somewhere in his chambers. A ruse he wouldn't be able to pull a second time. He showed his face too often in Silvermoon to even attempt to keep his visit secret. That aside, any official story they could tell about the blood elves suddenly pulling into the harbour, with the former Blood Knights suddenly dedicated to Anduin, would have been discerned as ridiculous anyway.
Instead, Anduin proudly marched to his castle, publicly announced what had happened at almost every corner, while fucking Liadrin and Vereesa to show off the truth of the matter. After some time, he managed to arrive at his castle and then his throne. Jaina had kept it warm for him, while ruling together with Tyrande and Genn.
The worgen bowed down when he saw the Alliance's leader. "Welcome home, my king," he simply said, standing up from a wooden chair that he had placed next to the throne and removing it from the premise to take his usual spot a bit further to the side. Genn Greymane would have never dreamed to sit on the actual throne, Anduin's personally created and orgy-optimized throne, for even as much as a short-term regency.
The High King sat down and, as his first act back on the throne, reached around the back of his first wife and grabbed her one of her massive tits. To his left, his first slave soon had his other hand on her ass. "Thank you for governing in my absence," he said, fondling both. His fingers sunk so deep into the overabundant flesh of Jaina's tit that they threatened to vanish into the spilling squishiness. A single pinch of her nipple, and white milk started to drip.
"It wassss mhm-m-y--" Jaina tried to answer, but, after three weeks without him, even that simple touch set her body on fire. "M-aaahhh-y pleasure," she finally succeeded, only to climax immediately, when Anduin bowed down and sucked on her left tit. Delicious milk squirted into his mouth, sweet and hot. Lovingly, his queen combed into his long, blonde hair and held him in place.
Anduin looked upwards and saw her depraved face. Her tongue hung out, her blue eyes mirrored love, lust and longing, both combining into an extremely lewd expression. Then the High King sucked a second time, pinched her other nipple, and made her violently climax a second time. Her head flew back and she screamed.
The court let out collective gasps and groans. Hearing the true moans of their queen was among the most erotic things they could witness. The other harem members, that had been left behind with her, had done their best to keep her satisfied with fingers, tongues and toys, public and privately, but there was no replacing their master. The moans even distracted the lords and ladies from the blood elves that had accompanied their king back home - for the moment.
While he tended to Jaine more, Anduin's fingers moved from Tyrande's firm butt to between her legs. "Yes... yes please, Master," she begged, while he blindly brushed down the outside and then up the inside of her thighs. Her cunt was in the process of quickly becoming incredibly wet. His fingers curved into her and she gushed, her spine arching backwards. After thirty seconds of working more on both of them, the High King had both of them squirting into the floor encapsulated by the curving side-arms of the half-throne, half-couch monstrosity that was his seat of power.
"Good girls," Anduin purred, while giving both of them moments to breathe. Especially Jaina was panting heavily. No wonder, she was breathing for two people. Her belly was swollen immensely. It had been large before Anduin had left and now she was almost in her eighth month. Gently, he lowered himself to her belly and kissed it. Then he went up and kissed her lips. A moment later, he gave the same honour to the equally pregnant but considerably less advanced Tyrande. Elves and their slower reproduction cycles meant she wasn't even showing a baby bump yet. "Serve me," he commanded.
"Of course, Anduin!" Tyrande exclaimed happily and slid down to the floor. "Elune truly blessed me with a real man," she purred while crawling between his legs and grabbing his quivering cock with both hands. "Do you wish me to handle you alone, my Master, or do you desire to taste your other slaves as well?"
Maiev and Y'rel, the only two others that were present and, as always, chained to the throne, looked with anticipation. "It would be an honour to be used," Maiev's deep, militaristic voice was lowered into a submissive pitch.
"I will atone by fulfilling your desires or suppressing my own, Master," Y'rel agreed. White and redhead, both kept their heads low and waited. Despite their words, they were already on all four and both were starting to drip from cunt and mouth. At the sight and smell of their master's cock, they couldn't help but salivate, hungry to please him.
"You may join," Anduin allowed and the chains rattled as they hurriedly crawled over to take their space at either side of Tyrande. All three started working on his erection immediately. It only took a few moments for him to offer them a large load. Although she greedily gulped down the first half of it, the High Priestess of Elune was nice enough to remove her lips and let the remainders splatter over their faces instead.
It drove them absolutely wild to smell and taste his magnificence again. They masturbated feverishly, while sucking and kissing whatever of his cock and balls they could reach without getting too much into each other's way. His cock was deepthroated by all three girls, going left to right and back over and over again. Tyrande got to take him twice as much as the other two because of her position. Given that she was a high slave while the other two were lowly, repenting cocksleeves, that was only proper.
On the throne, Anduin gave his first wife a bit more attention. Methodical kisses and groping, delivering a slower and more careful build-up in pleasure. It allowed her to keep her breathing well controlled. "My king," she whispered under a passionate exhale, "my Anduin."
To his left, Valeera took her place. Her nimble body clamoured onto his arm with a confident smile. Then she let out a long, happy moan, as Anduin rubbed her clit. "You should probably address your people," his second queen sighed into his bed. "I miss our bed and your other slaves."
As did Anduin. Fenella, Aclysia, Shandris, Alythess and Sacrolash all weren't around and he needed to fill all of them up with a new load of his cum before he would truly feel like he had returned home.
