Who a Ing Must Do

Far above the skies of Uldum, beyond the shifting sands of the southern deserts, sat, on a tower of white-brown stone, a portal to the elemental plane of air. It, too, had laid long dormant since being ripped open during the Cataclysm.

Layers between realms, however, were a mere suggestion to Anduin now. Knowledge and instincts, harnessed through the marks that had been engraved so swiftly in his new willing slaves, let him pierce through the weakened veil with the same ease a sharp needle pushed through linen.

They emerged in a place that could have been mistaken as being among the clouds. While technically correct, the various marble-white, gold-silver ornated palaces did hang among clouds, this was not Azeroth's sky. This was the elemental plane of air and there was no ground here besides that which the lord and ladies of this place desired.

If there were any lords left, that was.

Anduin and his fellowship of three elemental slaves was greeted by long corridor. Green jewels were sat in the centre of every flowing surface, all directed towards a vortex of energy. To the left and the right, rows of women stood at attention. They had varying shades of brown skin. Typically the shade was light, but it did range all the way to bordering on black. Their curves similarly ranged from shortstacks to tall and slender, but the latter was dominant. Anduin felt like he was surrounded by exotic dancers and their light, translucent clothes only added to this.

They mimicked every race of Azeroth and beyond in appearance, but all gave away their true nature through their eyes, horns curled like vortexes, or body marks in the shape of lightning, among other things. All followed Anduin with lustful eyes, whispering among themselves.

"The lady's Master has finally arrived." "Ah, we'll join his empire." "Finally, I can't wait to become a good girl." "I hope the masters like dances." "I hope I get bred so quick I don't get to dance anymore in a few months."

"Another one of us that pacified her realm before the Master arrived," Aquila hummed, as they walked towards the vortex.

"You wanna fucking say something?" Salara sneered.

"That everyone but you pacified her realm before the Master arrived, yes -- I thought the implication was obvious." The ruler of water gave her fiery sister a smug look.

"G-girls," Melia stuttered. "Let's not fight."

The earth elemental was fully ignored. "You wanna fucking go?"

"Could be entertaining," Aquila hummed.

Anduin snapped his fingers. The collars around their necks, plain black leather things that he had placed there shortly after their submission, swiftly extended leashes that connected to their Master's hand. Immediately, all of their attention was glued to him. Forgotten was any elemental rivalry. Unity was achieved in the way their venerating eyes beheld his back.

Telling them to crawl was enticing, but Anduin did not want to spend too much time reaching his destination. His cock throbbed with anticipation for the last element to submit to him. The unification of all four of the primal forces underneath him would cement the Empire of Life's rule over Azeroth once and for all. Taking care of Sylvanas and the Horde was a formality beyond that point -- one that he would engage in soon.

They reached the vortex and were gently picked up by the swirling winds. They took the four of them up to a chamber atop a fast palace. A place without walls, located under a dome that sat under eight mighty pillars. A throne sat in the middle, atop a platform surrounded by thick cushions. In those cushions, much like Melie before her, lingered the fourth and final elemental ruler.

Anduin could sense her power the moment he met her green eyes. A turban covered her head, but the long black strands cascaded over her deep brown shoulders anyhow. Her breasts were of a respectable size, only one step below that of Salara, which put her in the same realm as Jaina or Taelia. Her midriff was nicely defined, the belly showing a notable bit of muscle. Her hips were alluringly wide, made for child-bearing and seductive dances.

"I greet you, Master," she said, her voice soft, her lips a nice shade of pink that rose pleasantly from the dark skin of her face. "I am Al'Sylpha, yours to claim at your leisure." Just as he said that, an explosion of lighting went off in the distance. Displeased, she turned her gaze at it. "Excuse me, please. We have not finalized the conquest of the outskirts yet."

"Hah!" Sylara declared, only to moan when Anduin pulled her leash in specific.

"Fire and wind were ever the more aggressive elements," the Emperor of Life said.

"Quite, but that is no excuse to displease you, Master." Effortlessly, Sylpha hovered off the cushions, green and colourless magic playing around her as she approached. She stopped in front of him in all of her nude glory. Dark nipples swiftly became erect, while he stared down at her. She wasn't short, far from it, her eyes level with Anduin's chin. Yet, Anduin knew how to make all of his submissives feel short in the most desirable way. "Please, take your seat," she invited him, her voice breathy with excitement.

"You submit, then?"

"No wife -- a slave," Sylpha confirmed with a smile. "I heard the question whispered on the winds many times. Take your price, your rightful rulership of this realm. Then, if it pleases you, take me as well."

Anduin made his intent clear by pulling another collar out of the dimensional storage room he always had access too. The dark-skinned elemental ruler tilted her head back, quivering with anticipation while the mastercraft collar was pulled tight against her presented throat. Once the clasp was shut, the Emperor of Life gripped the turban and yanked it off her head. The wild tresses of her hair fell freely. The naked woman easily relinquished the symbol of her authority, moaned even as it was tossed aside. In its place, she received the token of her new position and the only thing she truly desired -- a leash that hooked into the front of her collar.

One gesture was all it took for the four elemental rulers drop to hands and knees. They crawled after their Master, more tightly bound by their willing slavery than any ritual had ever bound an elemental before. They climbed into the green and white cushions, only stopping when they reached the foot of the marble throne.

Anduin beheld the ornate chair for a little bit. There was power in it, great power, but it was not the true prize of this realm. He sat in at all the same, for that was his right and, by the expectations of those that he had leashed, his duty.

For the first time since the very conception of Azeroth did the four elements know one ruler. To his feet, the ladies that had imbued him with that authority lounged, gently competing with each other by virtue of their looks, sprawled out over the cushions.

Salara in her red, black-marked glory. Titanic tits slumped according to the angle of her chest. She laid on her side, her head resting on her knuckles. The position emphasized the sheer width of her hourglass figure, more voluptuous than any of the three.

Aquila knelt elegantly, hands folded in her pale lap. She had chosen her human appearance, her true nature only given away by the liquidity of her aqua blue hair. Short and of petite breasts, with a bottom and thighs that were nearly disproportionate in their size, her curves were a changing of aspects. Although she tried to be the image of patient, her half-hooded eyes were focused on Anduin's exposed cock and her lips softly apart with the wish to feel him back inside her throat.

Melie was between shyness and shamelessness. The mud-formed woman quivered, her light brown body flush with excitement. She was trying to hide herself, while simultaneously touching herself all over in what little ways could be allowed without order. Her body, with all her nicely balanced assets, had dreamt of her Master for weeks until he finally came to find her yesterday and the cravings could never be truly sated.

Al'Sylpha similarly had kept her hands folded behind her back to keep them from wandering to her cunt. Legs spread, she laid to Anduin's feet, her wetness on full display. The space below her softly toned midriff and her cunt was mockingly empty.

A variety of tendrils enveloped the Air Slave. The touch of her Master's magic made her sigh. The touch of her Master's hands made her moan. Anduin guided her to become straddled in his lap. "Property, an overseer, and another breeding slave," he summarized her position.

"I shall be all of those," Sylpha confirmed in a wanton tone. Already, her cunt was dripping onto his cock, only a few centimetres between the tip and her eagerly awaiting entrance. "Your property to use. The overseer of the airs above your realm, so that no storms may harm your people. Another breeding slave, just like all my subjects shall become dancers and breeding slave to yours."

The pledge was swiftly followed by a long gasp. Anduin's hands on her swung hips pressed down and she all too eagerly obliged. Gradually, she sunk down his manhood, giving her virginity up like the fated sex slave she was. Fate it may have been to be his cocksleeve, but the enjoyment the act of becoming it brought her was still her own.

Anduin watched the various twitches take hold of the Air Slave, while his cock parted her drenched folds. Created in response to his dominance of the world, the submissive set of holes screamed when his cock naturally stimulated all her sensitive spots. So steeped in magic was he, so absolute was the authority he emitted, so total her need to become his, that the simple act of feeling him all the way inside her had her tilt her head back and scream out her first climax.

The remaining three elemental slaves moaned at the sight, their cunts dripping similarly into the cushions. Their competition to look the most alluring turned into a desperate embrace of one another. Craving the warmth of the harem, they whispered softly to each other while following each quiver of their sister elemental's first climax.

"The first one was soooo good," Melie sighed.

"Just an appetizer though," Aquila added.

"Yeah, she'll know what its like when our Master fucks!" Salara finished with a grin.

Spurred on by the watchers, Anduin grabbed the round, brown butt of the Air Slave. Fingers sunk into plush meat. Folds clung tight to his manhood, as he raised her still orgasming form up. She was halfway lifted from his cock, when he thrust upwards.

The impact put a hitch into Sylpha's screams. It was the first of many. Anduin dropped back down until he felt the smoothness of the throne, only to skewer her again a moment later. His girthy cock spread her deflowered folds over and over again, with all the ease of a hole made for him and all the resistance a properly tight cocksleeve should offer.

Sylpha bounced in his lap, utterly losing any airs of regal elegance. What was there was a dark-skinned cumdump, in the process of getting used for the first time. No elemental ruler was to be found, just a sex slave with a fancy title and secondary purposes outside the bedroom. Her cunt was locked in climactic twitches from the moment his cock had first been fully enveloped by her.

"Yes, f-u-u-uck, yes!" Salara shouted. "FUCK! I can almost cum just looking at her getting wrecked."

"Hmmm, I know exactly what you mean," Aquila's sing-song voice was pitched high and drenched in need. "Oh, Master, your perfection makes your slaves so wet."

"J-just look at that ass bouncing!" Melie was hypnotized both by the jiggling cheeks and the way her owner's cock kept sinking into the swollen hole.

Pussy juice kept splattering all around, as the pace accelerated. Sylpha tried to press out any affirming noises to please her Master, the man that would breed her as soon as her body had fulfilled its purpose of pleasing him enough. Nothing made it past her lolling tongue. The muscle dangled like her hair, getting moved along while she was made to bounce at ever faster speeds. Her enormous breasts swayed up and down. One of them was caught in Anduin's mouth.

Any conception of orgasms that visions and her own fingers had brought her were utterly shattered. Any conception that started to form were destroyed in their infancy. The pleasure just kept on mounting, while he played with her body. Pledging her being to him felt real. He made it feel real, through every certain action he toyed with her with. He used her like a tool and in doing so made her feel wanted, grounded, and ecstatic.

Anduin gave her ass a nice swat, just as he pulled at her nipple with his teeth. A gush of pussy juice announced the effectiveness of his actions. She was made for him, made to be an outlet for all his sadism, dominance and love. There was nothing to be gained from being cruel or overbearing, only from making her, and all others like her that he called his personal property, know the full bliss of being his.

Bliss that they both experienced. The depraved expression of his final elemental cocksleeve brought Anduin closer and closer to release. Soon, he pushed her down into his lap again. A second passed, in which he was stimulated only by the endless convulsions of her tight tunnel. Then, his balls tightened and all screams were silenced.

Pulsing over and over again, his shaft pumped virile seed into her babymaker.

Watching the moment one of his new slaves got marked remained as satisfying as ever. The first few moments, in which the reality of his seed dawned on them. The universal tenseness, as the previous orgasms came to a point, beginning to relax, only to then be followed by the rush of pure pleasure. The mana imbued into his cum filled Al'Sylpha to the brim.

A flash of purple showed when it had saturated her. Her cunt was gushing at that point. Clear pussy juice erupted each time a fresh batch of seed entered her depths. The excess magic painted the form of his mark onto her lower abdomen, right above the womb that was now being filled. The confirmation that the seed did take, the appearance of the dot at the centre of the heart at the centre of the mark, was the final surge of bliss.

What was pure ecstasy turned into something less intense and yet infinitely more blissful. The moment of realization, when her body informed her mind that his seed had taken, pulled her agape lips into a smile. The orgasm far from stopped. It simply changed tone. The Shadow magic drained from her eyes and left behind orbs of emerald green at the peak of joy.

Anduin claimed her lips, as orgasms waned. Sylpha pressed her every ounce of veneration into the kiss. Her pinkish brown mouth was his to conquer, hers to surrender to him over and over again. Every second they stayed connected, he could feel her rejoice. Curves trembled under his hands. Breasts squished against his broad chest. The Air Slave's pussy tightened when just the kiss set her nerves ablaze again. So utterly was she his, so totally was his dominance carved into him, that a kiss and the presence of his cock was enough to make her eyes roll behind fluttering lids again.

The last drops of seed were wrung from his shaft by the orgasmic tightness. Then, the Emperor of Life lifted Al'Sylpha from his cock. The deliciously brown woman settled among her three fellow elementals, who received her with happy glee. Too struck were they with their position to his knees to remember any rivalries that came with their positions. They beheld their Master with big eyes and waited for the order.

"Attend me," the two words were everything they wanted to hear. Salara, Aquila, Melie, and Al'Sylpha all leaned forwards, only hesitating in their duty to properly sort themselves into their positions. Aquila and Melie in the front, being the shorter two, Salara and Al'Sylph behind them, they squished themselves into the space between his spread legs. Venerating tongues glided over his cock. Moans echoed from the mouths behind them, thankful sounds of depravity. Each of the bred elemental slaves slurred their thanks for this opportunity to serve his cock. They shuddered and continued to experience little orgasms with each second they were allowed to taste their perfect Master.

They were all his property now. From the tips of their tongues to the depths of their wombs, they surrendered to the rightful lord of Azeroth.

Anduin smiled at the service, then a distant thunderbolt pulled his attention to the side. Still, the battle for the air plane raged on, the old and violent elementals resisting the takeover of their properly submissive successors. The outcome was inevitable, the new elementals were blessed with numbers and the might that Anduin's new world order of unity brought with it. Still, there was no need to lose more of the exotic dancers to a war, when they could become proper cocksleeves in service of worthy subjects.

The elemental slaves cried out in a unified orgasm, when they witness their Master's true might. Elemental magic surged within him. The knowledge of four elemental rulers now was within reach of his slave marks and it was his to command just like their holes were his to use. A depth of understanding beyond any and all shamans that had ever existed, fuelled by his considerable might, further expanded by the beyond-godlike combination of powers his harem offered him, weaved together into a spell of cataclysmic proportion.

Anduin reached out with his hand, projecting his will into the far reaches of this newest province of his realm, and tightened his fingers into a fist. In the far-off distance, a cascade of screams echoed, while tendrils of all elements, from the rawest arcane to the most refined shadow, crushed all that still opposed him in this realm. In one second, the battle was over.

If the elemental slaves had been venerating before, now their cocksucking efforts became zealous. Their cunts were gushing at the supreme display of might. Adoration beat in their eyes as visible heart shapes in the colour of their respective element. They were utterly smitten with their Master, taking turns deep-throating his manhood and cumming their brains out each time the head of his cock scrapped along the inside walls. There was nothing in their minds but the certainty that they had chosen correctly in obliging the call of the new world. This was the proper place for submissives: serving at their Master's feet, naked and pregnant.

However, Anduin was not done yet. Utilizing newfound and previously acquired might, he put together a teleportation spell. As they were, the five of them moved in the blink of an eye from the throne of the air plane to the throne room of Stormwind Keep.

His sudden appearance startled the gathered nobles. Court was in full session, overseen by Genn and Jaina. Those two, however, did not bat an eyelash at the return of the king. Genn, his cock down the throat of his wife, simply bowed his head respectfully. He pulled out of Mia's mouth, much to the confusion of the rejuvenated and heavily pregnant slave wife. Expression dreamy and submissive, she quickly realized what was going on and similarly bowed her head in respect. Like most submissives of Anduin's empire, she was not a dumb bimbo. No, the submissives were every bit as smart as their masters. They chose to be the ones to crawl on all fours because they knew that this was where they wanted to be.

Genn and Mia vacated the honorary position near the throne and instead joined the high nobles by a nearby table, shared with many of Stormwind's wealthy or otherwise influential. Titles were a thing of the past, remaining in use only for reasons of tradition and flavour. All that mattered in the Empire of Life was ability.

Jaina had been sitting within the enormous construction that was Anduin's throne, but not in the centre. The most comfortable and central point was always reserved for the sovereign. Already right next to him, she immediately leaned onto him, enormous tits laying heavily on the right half of his chest. "Welcome home, Anduin," she greeted him with a kiss. It had been less than a day since he had summoned her to entertain him while introducing Aquila to the harem life and she still kissed him like a wife that hadn't seen her beloved husband in years.