Her skin was white, as white as the untouched snow fields. Taut and unblemished, it covered her short frame. A regular level of short, not the standing blowjob height of gnomes and goblins. Just a human on the shorter end of the span of their sizes, about 1,50 metres. Symmetrical, flowing lines of deep blue curved down her sides like cascading waterfalls. They started atop her shoulders and ended on her ankles, never spreading to her breasts, her flat stomach, or the inner side of her luscious thighs.
Thighs that fit perfectly with her fat bottom. A juicy, round display, its size evident by the way it squished on the flat surface of the throne of coral and seashells she resided upon. Her chest, in opposition, was petite, fitting her short frame with its modest, firm rise and fall. The comparatively diminutive size of her tits made her posterior even more pronounced.
Her face was a tad on the roundish side, while remaining of that pleasing heart-shape. Her bangs covered her forehead, a deep azure colour. The rest her flowing, straight strands shared with it both the colour and the endlessly moving nature of water shaped into hair.
Beyond that water-hair, it were the eyes and the aura of the woman that made her the ruler of the coral palace around them and all the elemental seas beyond. From the throne, her might radiated, a pale blue impressing onto Anduin's magical senses, while her equally stunning eyes beheld him with calm curiosity.
Entering the elemental plane of water had been an easy affair. Azshara had used an old connection, established back when she had originally ordered an assault on this place. An assault that had been successful, whisking away Neptulon, elemental lord of water, from his very throne room. He had later escaped, something Azshara had only her subordinates to blame for, but his reputation among the elementals had been damaged.
Anduin had expected to find the plane in turmoil, like he had the Firelands. Instead they were welcomed and invited further in by maids in long flowing robes of thin, translucent fabrics. They were guided through waterlogged halls, eventually emerging in this very throne room. Here, the water had been inexplicably displaced. Held back by a magical membrane, it surrounded the room like a vast dome, rings of corals lending it a credence of structural integrity. The floor was a garden of carefully maintained marine growths, somehow not minding the air.
"It appears you have won here without my help," Anduin commented.
"Yeah, what the shi-" Salara started, to stop and moan when Anduin raised his hand commandingly. She loved how much sway such simple gesture held over her, a ruler over a primary element. Biting her lip, the Fire Slave glanced over to the new ruler of the water elementals. Would she too submit her womb to the rightful sovereign?
"A simple task." Pale pink lips shaped words into a siren's call of beauty. The trill of her voice alone made Anduin's cock twitch. "Unlike your flame of passion, I predate the changes you brought to this world. I am Aquila, daughter of the old Lord of Tides. Unlike father or my other siblings, I accepted the gifts you brought upon this world." She checked her trimmed nails, smiling softly. "They used to tell me my fascination in finding a worthy men among the mortals would be my undoing. Now they are disposed, banished to the edges of the realm, and I am so mighty to afford that pity on them. The new elementals are taking over." Aquila gestured towards Salara, then the various maid-like woman of slime and water in the room. "The world will be more interesting for it."
"If you accepted the change I bring, then I take it you understand what I would want from you?" Anduin asked.
Aquila teasingly raised up one of her meaty thighs. The pancaked flesh went from sprawled to hanging relaxed to tense. Equally slowly, she brought her leg back down, laying it across the second of the pair. The inspect nails dug into the exposed bit of her fat bottom, spreading pale pink, virgin lips.
"I took in your might, praying that it would make me the one worthy of your harem, Emperor of Life," Aquila crooned. She withdrew her fingers from her outer lips, drawing a glistening strand that lasted for quite a while before it inevitable tore. "I embody the waters of your empire -- your global empire, a fact that merely needs you to confirm it."
Anduin sensed the invitation in her pale blue eyes and marched towards the throne. His clothes disappeared, leaving her as naked as she was. The closer he came, the more visibly excited the new elemental lady grew. The pretty pink crowns of her pale breasts became erect. Her breathing quickened. Her graceful body language was compromised by her eagerly leaning forwards.
"Thousands of years spend on your own, waiting for a man worthy of you." Anduin placed his hand on her cheek. Standing over her, he all the more realized the size difference between them. More than the height of their heads, it was the width of their shoulders that set them apart. The broad back of a man ready to shoulder the world compared to the slender, smooth shoulders of a lady eager to serve. "Such discipline deserves to be rewarded."
"Then, may I request that we lose no time in marking me?" Aquila suggested in a careful trill. "If that does not violate your expectations... Master."
They both shivered, when the word left her soft lips for the first time. Every intention to become property, with all of the drawbacks and advantages such a status conferred, was bound into the title. The many sex slaves Anduin had brought with him smiled at the new woman's eagerness. "These new elementals will be much easier to get along with," Alexstrasza said out loud.
"We'll get along just fine," Salara promised and pressed her lips on that of her caramel-skinned sister in submission. Massive tits squished together, tongues whirled, eyes gazed longingly at each other for a few moments, then focused on what their Master was doing. The group of sex slaves was tightly weaving together, squishing and fingering one another as they followed the breaking in of yet another womb that would create siblings for their children.
Anduin loomed over the water elemental, contemplating a decision already made. His finger brushed over her pale pink lips. Then, suddenly, he grabbed her by her hair. The strands of water continued flowing despite feeling solid under his grasp.
Aquila gasped, when a new kind of pain bounced through her petite frame. It was neither the stinging hot pain of a wound sustained nor the mildly pleasant throb of a self-spanking. No, it was sharp and hot and sudden, but it was also ecstatic. A hand that could be trusted utterly, a hand that shaped the world, was using her bundled up hair as a leash to pull her up on. Utterly drenched, the Water Slave drew a long strand of pussy juice between her seat and her rising cunt.
