Jaina, first queen of the new Alliance, strutted up from the courtyard all the way to the throne behind her Master, pussy dripping with his seed and continuously flowing love fluids. The other slaves followed as their station permitted, walking or crawling. They stopped before the throne, while Anduin continued walking until he had reached the symbolic centre of his power.
Anduin sat down and beheld the three recently fucked slaves, before dismissing them with a wave. "See to it that your affairs are in order," he instructed them. The evening court would last for about two hours, enough time for them to at the very least sort out some paperwork. Motivated, Jaina, Vanessa and Valtrois nodded. They would give their all for their beloved Master's realm.
While they excited the throne room, the High King looked between the three slaves that were present for service.
To his right was Valeera, second wife of the High King. She was, as was proper, stark naked. Her slender curves were delightful to behold, the golden glow of her eyes a remainder of when he had first filled her with his blessed seed. The colour harmonized fantastically with her light blond hair, which formed a cascade of silky gold that almost touched the ground. Her facial features, always beautiful but once hard from the continued stress of keeping Varian safe from the shadows, had become even more gorgeous since she had submitted herself to him. In his arms, she was content and safe, satisfied and certain of a great future. Valeera wrapped her arms around his neck and tightly pressed her lean, nubile body against his.
To his left was his third wife, Fenella. The empress of the dark iron dwarves and 'ruler' of Ironforge had transformed more than Valeera by every metric. By Anduin's wishes, she had been installed in her current position. Through their marriage, her positions were officially his, even if the heads of the other clans ruled Ironforge and the majority of dwarvenkind for them. Even if she was a puppet, she had grown splendidly into her role, serving Stormwind both with the incredible engineering knowledge that she had gathered before becoming Anduin's slave and as an empress who organized much more than any puppet could have been asked to. Physically, she retained her rural undertones, and combined them with delicious curves, flawless, dark grey skin and the confidence befitting of an empress. Her near black, pink-tinted lips were spread in a crooked smile, her black hair combined into numerous decorative braids on one side, turning red slowly towards the tips. That confident body language of hers was channelled into presenting her massive breasts, one of the largest and most sensitive pairs in the entire harem, to Anduin.
To his knees was Stellagosa. The Mage Slave had disregarded the offer to be a wife, preferring the position of a High Slave. Her chosen form had changed little in the beauty of her face or the display of her typical elven balance between slender and athletic. She had a pair of elegant horns, like blue-tinted glass, and a thin tail that was attached above her round ass. Both were additions made by her acquiring her status, not Anduin's domination. As a shapeshifter, she had been able to perfect her looks long before he had arrived and she had done a good job of it. Like a proper blowjob slut, she knelt with her arms behind her back and her light blue lips widely part.
Three slaves were an unusually low number to attend the High King during a court session, but he had asked it to be so. The three he had just dismissed would have joined under normal circumstances. For today, Anduin wanted to pamper this trio of willing holes.
Stellagosa leaned in to give his cock mild service. With licks of her dextrous tongue and kisses of her full lips she tended to him. The sensitivity of her mouth made her gasp as she touched his hot manhood. An outright moan echoed from her when she tasted his precum. She wished to take him in properly, but it was not yet time. This was only worship to entertain him while he made his choice which one of them he wanted first.
"Fenella..." Just saying her name was enough for the breeding sow of an empress to move to the edge of the seat, ready to move wherever he wished to have her. "...serve me with your tits."
"Gladly, Master," the Dark Iron dwarf said and quickly switched positions with Stellagosa. Eagerly, she wrapped her massive tits around his glistening shaft. The rigid phallus disappeared near completely in the cleavage of the sex slave. Dwarf women were well-endowed generally and Fenella's contact with Slutstud had only emphasized this aspect of her body. Her breasts were about the same size as Jaina's which fit nicely on her stout, stacked form. "Thank you for letting me be at your feet," Fenella panted, her submissive cunt drooling.
The heat of his cock filled her with deep satisfaction. As it moved in her cleavage, shifted by the massage she gave it by cupping and kneading her own tits, the sensitive mountains of soft flesh sent euphoria all through her. Just as much as being of service, she loved using her tits. She absolutely adored serving him with those large, grey boobs of hers. His eyes were focused on them, focused on her, and that made her so unbelievably wet. Revelling in knowing this was a service few others in the harem could provide, she pressed the overabundant flesh of her chest together. The pressure caused some of it to spill between her fingers and his cock fully vanished in the firm and squishy cleavage.
Anduin groaned approvingly, as Fenella kept shaking her tits. She was putting her entire body into it. Hands massaged him through the massive mammaries, while she used her legs and torso to add a simple, steady up and down. What was initially soft and smooth, soon also became sticky as the perfect Master's precum lubricated the valley between her yielding breasts.
Soon, steady quivers joined the deliberate motions of the slave empress' service. Shaking with the first of many orgasm her loyal service with her favourite method so quickly brought her, Fenella kept her moans withdrawn. She knew she was entertainment -- nothing more. Her duty was to tend to his magnificent cock while he administered his realm and shaped the world, in small and large ways, as he desired.
Anduin met her glowing eyes, the colour of molten rock, and bestowed upon her a great honour. "Do as you please, the court begins once I wish."
"Tshank you, Mashtahr!" Fenella let her voice ring out with all the ecstasy building up inside her. From non-distracting service, she swiftly transitioned to a proper titjob. The speed picked up immensely. Rapid up and down caused her cupped tits to jiggle. The confines of her fingers only directed the swing of those gloriously sized twin spheres.
Eager as she was to show off all of the techniques she had mastered to please him, be it visually or physically, the slave empress focused on the constant movement. She wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible, but even more she wanted him to cum all over her. Nothing pleased a sex slave more than being the source of their Master's release.
