"Fascinating, absolutely fascinating," Mizzy said, looking at the screen in front of her. It depicted a scan of Jaina, head to toe, with several pieces of data scrolling on by next to it. Although still naked and marked with Anduin's brand on her bare pussy, the pink-haired gnome didn't currently indulge in her usual nymphomania. Instead, she was taken by the interest that had kept her kind enticed before the Slutstud had done its thing: science.
Aside from being a sex slave, Mizzy was also one of Stormwind's leading researchers. The brains of gnomes could work mathematical and creative wonders, even more so since their evolution. There was a slight drawback, in that their minds in or decreased in capacity depending on the amount of satisfying sex they had recently. Given that Mizzy was Anduin's short, buxom slut, she received enough orgasms to keep her sharp at all times. Directly after being used as his cumdump, she may have been the most brilliant of her kind. The absolute euphoria he fucked the submissive masochist was unparalleled in the entire world.
"What is it?" Jaina asked, nursing her child. Little Varian contentedly sucked on his mother's teat and remained as quiet as he mostly had been since the week he had been born. There were times at which he had screamed, when he was hungry usually, but he had been better behaved than any baby had the right to be so far. Currently, Jaina was spending most of her time with the child, prioritizing her duty as a mother over that of satisfying Anduin's urges or ruling over Kul'tiras. Given how her husband had several other wives and sex slaves and he was the effective ruler over all of the Alliance anyway, neither were an affront to anyone. The High King himself wouldn't have wanted things to be any other way. They made up for it all when their child was asleep anyhow.
"My Fertility Reader states that you are indeed pregnant." That was no surprise and Anduin had confirmed it via magic anyhow. "It also indicates that the projected duration of your pregnancy is two years instead of the human usual, short nine months. The ongoings inside your body appear to be closer to Ysera's functions than those recorded among other humans." Mizzy had all of this data readily available, as the entirety of Anduin's harem and much of the population had willingly gotten themselves scanned. Mizzy had installed several of these 'pregnancy check' stations all over the city and they were gathering all of the data she could ever need about the health and wellbeing of Stormwind's population. Scanned subjects were all female, admittedly, but things could be inferred from there.
"Is that bad?" Anduin asked, worried for both his child and wife.
"No, no, it appears to be an entirely positive thing," Mizzy clarified hastily, not wanting to be a cause of concern for her Master. "I theorize that this is a change brought about by the immense amount of magic we are all exposed to. The development of the children slows, as it does in elves, demons or other highly supernatural beings, in order to properly expose them to magic inside the womb. It is likely that, as longevity and general power of people rises, their gestations get longer."
"Isn't that bad for little Varian, then?" Jaina asked, protectively caressing her firstborn.
"Yeeee-noooo?" Mizzy slowly responded. "Not necessarily. The way I think this works is that every human absorbs the magic they are exposed to. People all around Stormwind have been getting younger, more virile, more beautiful and all of that, yes?" The two royals nodded. "Little Varian will have to go through the same absorption process. Being your child, he is doubtlessly growing up to be handsome and powerful already, Master, but he isn't going to benefit from all of this loose magic unless he is around it. Future children should be born having already absorbed the full benefits."
Anduin nodded, understanding and appeased by that explanation. This news was actually quite pleasant, as it meant the population of Stormwind wouldn't explode quite as rapidly as he had prepared for. Mizzy went on to explain that these prolonged gestation periods were likely to affect other races as well and she wasn't quite sure yet if they wouldn't become even longer in the future. There was certainly a chance, if the amount of magic kept increasing. As that was to no harm to the people, Anduin wasn't worried about this.
"I will bring little Varian to his cradle," Jaina announced once the explanation was done. This entire thing had been a health check-up by technological means, so that now that it was concluded, there was no reason for her to stay. Since the baby had fallen asleep, she had every reason to leave, however.
Anduin let his wife go with only a kiss on her lips, and caressing of his son. Then he was alone with Mizzy in her workshop. It was filled to the brim with half-finished projects, tools, materials, and protective clothing she only wore if she was planning to fuse something. A pressure shower in the corner existed primarily to get any and all oil stains of her, that she may have incurred over the day.
Her and Fenella had combined their expertise in tinkering and forging to install less powerful showers in every apartment of Stormwind Keep. How they did this with the unsteady location of everything, only Mizzy knew. Fact was that Anduin now had readily available, hot water wherever he wanted, at the turn of a valve. Technology was fascinating and made many things even more convenient than magic did.
"Very fascinating," Mizzy continued to look over her data set, right up until the High King stepped up to her on her work chair.
"I should reward you for your good work, Mizzy," he said. "Show me what you want and you may have it."
The tone of his voice made the brown-eyes of the gnome rise to him immediately. With such eagerness that her pink twin-tails bounced, she first looked up into his dominant, blue gaze and then down to his cock. Even flaccid, it was of an impressive size. Throwing the tablet to the side, the gnome switched immediately from tinker to sex slave brain.
"Please use me, master! That's all I could ever want," she exclaimed and leaned forwards. For all of her technical fidelity, when it came to sex, Mizzy's vocabulary was narrow. A self-imposed limitation, stemming from her submissive demeanour. As a tool to get her master off, it wasn't her position to talk -- unless he wished it so.
Anduin planted one hand on top of Mizzy's head and the obedient sex slave opened her mouth in anticipation of his cock. Rather than thrust his quickly growing erection on her extended tongue, the perfect master slapped it against the side of her face. A gooey strand of precum connected them, as he raised his voice, "How happy are you to be my property?"
"Ecstatic, Master," the pink-haired breeding toy gasped, lightly grinding back and forth on her leather clad chair. Her urges told her to touch herself, but without her master's permission, that would have been a grave sin.
"Do you ever wish Gelbin had kept you for himself?" Anduin smacked her faze with his cock a couple more times. It was almost at peak hardness now and every little slap came with erotic sounds and an increased panting by the masochistic tinker.
"No!" she cried out. "Slutstud gave me my youth back and made me a nymphomaniac, submissive, masochist, obedient little gnome that wanted a master. We're a species of doms and subs now and I needed someone that would use me. He would have been a good master, I don't doubt it, but he would only ever own my body. To you I give everything of me, Anduin, because I love you! You break me, you let me tinker, you take interest in my projects, you fuck me, you breed me, you kiss me, I love you and I want you to be happy with you pink-haired, twin-tailed, nympho toy!"
"Good answer," the High King's pleased voice made Mizzy visibly shiver. "That's all I needed to hear from you, cocksleeve. Now open your mouth wide." Delighted, the gnome did. Anduin grabbed her by her twintails and pulled him towards himself, as he thrust forwards. He hit the back of her throat, but didn't relent, slipping even deeper inside the tiny woman. He put a foot on the chair, giving himself a better angle to get down until her soft lips connected with the base of his cock. "Work your enslaved cunt," he commanded, as he started to move.
Mizzy was already cumming simply from having his massive cock inside her well-trained throat. When she masturbated with both hands on her drenched cunt, one hand busily penetrating her pussy while the other rubbed her sensitive clit, she was entering a multi-orgasmic state. When he upped his tempo and repeatedly slammed against her gorgeous face, she was truly euphoric.
Brilliant ideas surfaced on her mind, machinations that no mind in the current era should have been able to even perceive. Formulas for the engineering she instinctively thought of were not yet realized, but she just knew things would work. Mixtures of concrete and steel into massive towers that could house thousands of people. Electrical networks and how to regulate them. A transportation system that would make the current train between Ironforge and Stormwind look like a rundown tram. All of it bubbled up or was further elaborated on, as multiple orgasms sent her rerouted brain into productive overdrive. The ideas went under the pleasure, and were saved for the less important times of the day when she wasn't being fucked by the man she loved, served and loved to serve.
Mizzy's seat was slick with love juices and the drops of saliva and precum that fell down from her chin. Anduin could hear the steady pumping of her fingers. It was the quietest noise in the room, overcome by the steady, muffled moans and steady sounds of the deep throat penetrations.
Anduin moved his hands, undid her twin tails with a rough motion. Her now unleashed, long hair swayed in the electrical light of the room with each thrust and each violent pull she had to endure. Taking a pause, the High King let the tip of his dick rest in her mouth. Tongue pressing against his sensitive spots, she took the breaths she needed. Her decently sized chest rose and fell. The valley between her tits was stained with the falling drops of the messy throatfuck. Hard, pink nipples contrasted enticingly with her pale skin.
