Anduin awoke to the familiar sensation of lips around his manhood. Surrounded by warm bodies and soft breasts as his pillows, he opened his eyes to Sylvanas and Vereesa. The youngest of the Windrunner sisters had grabbed the middle sibling by the back of the head and was 'forcing' her to bob up and down.
All the blue-skinned elf displayed at that treatment was pure bliss. Her cheeks were caved, her eyelids fluttered, and her soft lips formed a tight ring around his hard manhood. Up and down she glided, ever getting dominated by the little sister. By virtue of one being a wife and the other among the lowest rung of slaves, their dynamic had entirely changed. Vereesa often delighted in letting her redeemed sister know that.
"I'm letting you be used as the toy to get Master ready for the first orgasm of the day, am I not so good to you, sister?" Vereesa asked, then yanked Sylvanas back.
"Soooo gooooood!" Sylvanas agreed and looked up to Anduin. "Do you want us to serve him together, little moon?"
Their power dynamic may have changed, but many of their interactions remained gentle and familiar. Perhaps they were even more so, now that they were united under Anduin. Like he had mended Azeroth, so too had he mended the Windrunner family.
Vereesa dragged her sister into a deep kiss. It was more than just the wish to taste his cock on her lips, it was genuine affection. Yes, they definitely were on better terms now than ever before.
As they made out, the two elves moved above Anduin's hips. Their legs crossed, they grinded against one another. Down below, Anduin's cock was getting coated by the love juices of the two hot quims enveloping him. Up above, Sylvanas and Vereesa's tits were squished against each other. Sylvanas remained the big sister in that regard, her enormous tits dominating the medium size of her younger sister.
Both were mothers now. Even if Sylvanas yet had to give birth to his child, the magic coursing through her veins made her every bit as motherly as she would ever get. Vereesa did not care that her older sister was the thicker of the two. Sylvanas had to make up for all she did by being a cocksleeve at all times, while Vereesa was a good girl that had many an other obligation besides the primary one. Besides, their Master had more than one type.
Their tongues kept whirling, until Anduin thrust up between them. The single motion transformed their indulgent service into a desperate clinging to one another. Holding tight, they kept the slippery crevice created between their pussy lips into a nice hole for Anduin to thrust between. ""Morning, Master!"" they swooned in ecstatic union.
"Good morning, my slaves," Anduin returned with a content smile. Then he proceeded to keep thrusting up between them. The sisters moaned and kept on wetting his cock with their overflowing juices.
It took no time for them to enter a chain of orgasms. Eyes rolled up, the joy of being of service crackling through them. Anduin eventually toppled them over, turning them into a submissive stack. He thrust into one, then then other, then back between them, making them squirt effortlessly while he pounded them from behind. They kept on kissing all the while.
"Have you worked out your agreement?" Anduin asked.
"Yes!" Vereesa exclaimed.
"Once she has given birth, she'll wait until I have too and then we will always get pregnant together!"
A dedication to birthing 'twins' of some description, who they then hoped would go on to give serve the same master, gifting the world with more Windrunner sisters to dominate. An idea that Anduin very much approved, which was why he was only going to let them have daughters. Not that he would have to intervene much on that front, the magic that seeped Azeroth made it infinitely more likely anyhow.
The first orgasm of the day approached fast. A second cock grown from his groin eliminated the need to choose which of the sisters he filled up. Hammering them both simultaneously, he kept on going until he could no more.
Vereesa and Sylvanas screamed in blissful union of purpose. Their squirting turned into a flood. As the rewarding pleasure of being cumdumps turned their brain to mush. Anduin greatly enjoyed the sight and the sensation of their tightening folds. He departed only after he had let them milk every drop from him. The thick cum oozed out of their agape, twitching holes after he pulled out.
After that first load, it was time for Anduin and harem to head to the baths.
The indoor hot springs were as gorgeous as ever. Water ran from place to place, hot enough to make the air misty. Vapour swiftly settled on curves.
It was a deliberately slow morning by Anduin's standards, which meant that he was withholding his magical ability to satisfy his entire harem. He could have had the orgies anyhow, satisfied them one after the other, while they chased the highs that he could bring through sapphic unions. However, his body language made it understood what he wanted that day: he wanted them to do what was proper, to clean themselves, and then get to work. He wanted them to fantasize about what he would do to them all day, until he deemed they were worthy of it.
That being said, Anduin would not stay chaste. Quickly, he picked a few of his haremettes to attend him in the bath. "Calia, Liadrin, Yrel," he picked three of the Light-aligned cocksleeves, for no other reason than because it pleased him. Human, elf, and draenei disturbed the calm waters with the eagerness of their motions.
Yrel was among his lowest slaves. Liadrin was a slave by choice. That put Calia atop the hierarchy between the three of them. The last Menethil was his 16th wife, and that gave her the right to straddle him as soon as he got comfortable in the shallow water.
"Ah, Master, thank you for letting this lowly sleeve attempt to sate your holy lust!" Calia exclaimed, while her tight cunt enveloped his manhood. Her fat ass and thighs jiggled when she began to ride him in earnest. Yrel and Liadrin, meanwhile, laid down next to their owner, rubbing their curves against them.
