"GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!" the depraved sounds accompanied Anduin's merciless use of his chosen morning hole. Eyes rolled up, Tess was filled with boundless ecstasy. Her Master's fingers clawed into her dark hair, forcing her to remain still as he fucked her face with all the harshness with which a sex slave should be treated. Each time his balls slapped against her chin, her pussy gushed. She was just a receptacle for his morning wood and her world turned white when the first load of the day guzzled down her throat.
Each spurt made her eyelids flutter. That relentlessly hard cock was sheathed completely in her throat. There was no way to breathe, no way to move. There was only swallowing his seed and cumming her brains out as she did so.
After he had his morning release, Anduin released Tess. The slave-queen of Gilneas collapsed on the stone floor. "Thank you... Master," she gasped, laying there as masturbating eye candy, while Anduin moved to the breakfast table.
No sooner had he put his behind down on the cushioned dark wooden chair that Maiev's lips wrapped around his cock. The redheaded, brown elf's eyes went wide, then rolled up as she took the magnificent manhood of her Master deeper and deeper inside her throat. When lips pressed against his groin, she was allowed to climax. Waves of squirting pussy juice cascaded onto the floor, adding another puddle to the floor.
Cheeks caved in, she gradually pulled back up. Her silver eyes got her Master back into focus, staring up at him adoringly. Anduin gave her an approving nod, before concentrating on his meal. There was a lot more fish than he was used to, salted and smoked. It was delicious. Across the table sat his first wife, the Lady-Admiral of Kul Tiras in name and breeding slave in every official way that existed, written or professed.
Jaina was eating elegantly. Pale and naked, she showed no signs of lust. A status that either she or her Master could have changed at any moment. Obviously, Anduin had complete control over her, she had surrendered it all to him willingly many times over. Whether she was so horny she forgot how to speak or incapable of achieving as much as a tingle of pleasure was completely in his control. Ever the brilliant, strong-willed woman, Jaina had learned the necessary self-control to stay focused on the mundane aspects of life even when her perfect stud of a husband was turning her fellow slaves into spasming pieces of fuckable meat. There was much that needed to be done between administration and maintaining herself for the sake of his pleasure and her fertility. To be a panting, dripping set of holes at all times would have been counterproductive.
A snap of his fingers, nay, a stray glance by her Master would have been all the justification she needed to become one though.
Underneath the table, Maiev was making good on the privilege of being Anduin's chosen breakfast slave today. It was not often that honour was given to one as lowly in the harem hierarchy as her. Each bob of her head was a renewed proof of her utter devotion to her Master. All of her focus lay on teasing his manhood, to satisfy his boundless urges.
A hand clawed into her red mane, sending a shiver of delight throughout all of her. Master had seen it fit to guide her. Up and down her head went. His rock hard erection penetrated her throat. He forced her to move faster and faster. Each time the fat head of his massive cock touched the back of her throat, she screamed in bliss.
Anduin pushed her all the way down and unloaded. The second load of the day guzzled down her throat. Every one of his slaves could survive of these loads alone, magic worked that trick. Maiev came and came as she drank it all, giving herself up in the torrent of delight.
A last spurt rushed down her throat, just as Anduin swallowed his last mouth load of buttered fish. He leaned back in the chair, gradually pushing Maiev off his cock. Eternally hard, his cock bounced from his pleasuring hole with an audible pop. The proud Warden let out a throaty, pleased hum. Being on her knees in front of her Master was not a demeaning position and she cursed herself for ever thinking that way. There was no greater place of honour and so it was only right to take pride in.
Anduin pulled her towards his balls. The High King had a special love for the look of his slaves with his cock across it. Girthy, his rod covered much of her features. Mucus and his sexual fluids stained the elf's face. Maiev shamelessly grinded against his manhood, while tongue-bathing his balls. Deeply, she took in his manly aroma, reinforced by the raw sexual dominance his cock exuded.
There were two knocks on the door. "Enter," Anduin said and the door swung open.
"Pardon me." The door swung open and in step Katherine Proudmoore. Jaina's mother was as naked as she was. Their relation was more apparent than ever, as the magic that coursed through the Alliance these days had undone much of what the years had caused. There were no wrinkles left, her white hair had returned to blonde, and her skin all over had become young and taut. That she was a woman in her sixties was only apparent by the way she caried herself. In all other aspects, she looked more like Jaina's sister. One couldn't even say which one of the two was older, especially not with the silver that dominated Jaina's hair.
Her belly was swollen slightly, showing that she was several months pregnant by one of her sex slaves. Katherina had turned out to become one of the few mistresses. Male dominance was the norm, but it was not the only accepted way of making love in the Alliance. Everything that was consensual and led to no harm was either tolerated or endorsed within the new Alliance. Having a reverse harem certainly fell within the latter. All of the submissive men were entitled to a place in the world too.
Anduin could acknowledge that Katherine was attractive, but a woman bred by another man he had no sexual interest in. That was no absolute rule, Vereesa was part of his harem, but a woman currently pregnant and pussy dripping semen was certainly out of the running. Not that their sexual inclinations would have fit well with each other anyway.
"You didn't need to come here yourself," Anduin assured and stood up. He made motions to bow to the lady of the house. Even if Jaina was de-jure and he de-facto leader of Kul Tiras, Katherine still ran the everyday business over here, much like Genn did with Gilneas. Little of the actual leadership of the Alliance had changed, it was mostly the culture that that had been adjusted. The Alliance was more of an empire these days, with Stormwind acting as the core and the other member states serving as vassals and provinces.
Before Anduin could finish the bow, Katherine raised her hand. "You do not bow before me, High King," she told him. "I do not wish to interrupt your morning service..." She nodded to Tess and Maiev. "...but I do have a matter I would like to discuss that is long overdue. There's someone you should meet."
Anduin nodded. "Lead the way, Lady Proudmoore. Jaina, you come along."
"Of course," Jaina agreed happily, simply teleporting out of her seat and immediately taking hold of her husband's arm. Her massive tits squished against him, then jiggled with every step they took.
Naked, cock wet, Anduin followed Katherine down the hallways. Kul Tiras had fully taken to Stormwind's culture of casual nudity, although the weather here, rainy and uncontrolled, still required clothes to be worn for any longer stay outside the house. Also like Stormwind, the capital of the naval vassal had a dedicated district for the children, to keep them separated from the debauchery of the adults. Innocence was something they would lose in their own time.
They did not march far. The keep of the Proudmoore Admirality had a wonderfully decorated courtyard. There, a woman in green, military clothes waited for him. She wore heavy boots and a breast plate that appeared custom forged to contain a rather sizable chest. Pauldrons, gauntlets, a heavy hammer, she had the full garb of someone on duty. It made her stand out as much as the fact that she was standing in the middle of the courtyard.
When she saw Anduin approach, she blushed intensely and averted her gaze. Not an entirely unusual reaction, many women were overcome by lust when they gazed at him. This, however, was a case of shyness and that the High King found peculiar. The unknown women had light brown skin and black hair that she had grown out to the middle of her back. Her face was attractive, betraying her youthfulness. She could not have been much older than him. Deep, brownish red lips quivered as the monarchs approached.
"This is who I would like you to meet." Katherine said and stepped aside, so Anduin and the woman could look at each other. "Taelia, introduce yourself."
"Yes," the military woman spoke firmly, despite her heavy blush. She dropped to one knee and lowered her head. "My name is Taelia... Taelia Fordragon."
Anduin and Jaina simultaneously went wide-eyed. "Fordragon?" the High King asked, overwhelmed with memories of the man who raised him. Anduin's father, Varian Wrynn, had been cursed for much of his son's childhood, keeping him unaware of his lineage and lost in prisons and arenas. In the absence of the monarch, it had been the advisor and paladin Bolvar Fordragon that had helped Anduin grow into the man he was. Without Bolvar, he would not have found the Light.
"We have taken her in during the Third War and sheltered her since," Katherine explained. "She has earned her keep as a capable warrior and knight. I would have introduced her to her sooner, but Tealia insisted she wanted to finish her learning first. I know you came here to investigate the naga sightings, yet I deemed this was the best time to finally introduce you too."
"It is an honour," Taelia said.
"The honour is mine!" Anduin was swift to assure. "Rise, please."
Taelia stood up. At her full height, she stood half a head shorter than Anduin. She swallowed, intensely. "I have heard much about how my father aided you."
