"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.
