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WAKMD Chapter 48 – The Arcane Slave
🕑 Added 2021-06-04 03:12:43 +0000 UTCThe Nexus was a truly impressive place. Located on an island just off Northrend’s west coast, the home of the Blue Dragonflight was a palace carved from ice, stone and magic. Several rings hovered above the structure in the ground, surrounding a beam of magic that torrented up into the sky. The leylines of Azeroth flowed towards this place and the natural arcane magic was tamed by this structure. It already looked massive from the outside and the spells filling every rune that covered its impressive, black and blue design, ensured that the insides were larger than reason allowed. Anduin knew that much from previous reports.
He would have loved to verify that for himself. He was sure the sights would be wondrous. However, the meeting he was now attending took place above the palace. The leadership of the flight was in the air around the Nexus, hovering on the spot or flying in impatient circles. The particularly old and influential dragons were seated on platforms that elevated through the magic they harnessed from the leylines. Anduin and his harem were also given one such platform.
Apparently, this was the same kind of gathering as had been had after Malygos, the original Aspect of Magic, died. He had been succeeded by Kalecgos, appointed by the collective agreement of the flight transferring the Titan-granted spark from Malygos to him. Kalecgos had now given that very same spark up, leaving another such agreement to be reached.
Many of the decisions had already been made inside the Blue Dragonflight. Of course, they had already agreed to join Anduin. The main question, which they had debated without him, was whether they should take the route of their bronze or their red and green brethren. Should their leader be one of Anduin’s women or someone independent?
Making it so the Aspect of Magic was another one of Anduin’s sex slaves had its perks. Their leader would be able to benefit from the High King’s wisdom and sit right by the throne that would govern the world. It showed that they were acting in accordance with this new age. At the same time, appointing someone to retain the old ways would leave them with more independence.
In the end, the dragons had decided to go with the former, much to Anduin’s delight. Now he was there to witness just exactly who was willing to lead the blue dragons and subjugate themselves to him.
A couple of eager, female dragons landed on the platform that hovered in the centre of their gathering. They were old and majestic, beings of ancient power and beauty. Large dragons and, once transformed, beautiful women. Each spoke in turn about what they wanted for the flight’s future and all seemed to be genuine. Yet, none of them were blessed with the consensus of the flight. The readiness Anduin had been promised was dashed by the fact that the selection simply did not happen. Because this was a purely subconscious thing, they couldn’t simply elect someone either.
When the last of the candidates moved from the stage, they were all left with awkward silence. Anduin considered moving in and speaking on behalf of one of these women, but none of them had tickled his fancy either. They were all beautiful, yes, and he would have gladly fucked any of them but none of them had the spark that made them a candidate for a wife or a permanent sex slave.
In the uncertainty, some of the candidates started demanding a second try and general debate broke out about what to do next. Many apologized to Anduin, who assured it wasn’t an issue and just wondered if they had to postpone the event.
“…Politics is still a squabble, no matter how many aeons pass…,” a voice silenced the flight and all eyes travelled to the massive dragon that now slowly rose on top of his platform. An ancient among ancients and large enough to rival even the aspects, the dragon who spoke spread out his wings. The leathery membrane was of a darker colour and less firm than of his younger counterparts. When he flew, Anduin could practically hear the creaking of his wings. Still, he managed to sail the short distance to the central platform.
Senegos was the oldest dragon, the aspects themselves excluded, still alive and certainly the oldest blue dragon. His presence at this gathering alone was nothing short of a miracle. He had no power left to fly from the arcane lake in the Shattered Isles, where he lived out the rest of his waning days, to the Nexus. Instead, he had been teleported in via a concerted effort.
“Grandfather!” a much smaller, female dragon followed the massive being and landed on the edge of the platform. Despite being on the smaller side of things, speaking to her relative youth to the other contenders, she still had to transform back into her humanoid form to fit onto the platform with him.
She took the form of a high elf. Her skin was pale and had a light silver shimmer to it. Her hair was of an icy, pale blue and her eyes glowed with the same colour. Her lips were also blue, not in a sickly but instead deeply enticing way. Like the elves whose likeness she took, her ears and eyebrows were elongated, her figure slender and her proportions balanced. Not that Anduin could make out too much of her, as she was one of the few to still wear her robes.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I am doing a last service on my old days, little starlight,” Senegos stated and picked the tiny woman up with his claws. Despite each of it being large enough to squash her, the young woman was entirely unbothered.
“You should rest AND you are certainly not the kind of person the High King is attracted to,” she berated, while she was placed on the dragon’s right palm.
“Correct, but you most certainly will be,” the ancient dragon told her. This left his granddaughter baffled for long enough that he could continue. “Anduin, young and powerful one, I do not wish to waste your time and not to spend more of my own. We all know why we agreed to this – for our species to continue. Knowing that you have the trust of the Dragonqueen, the Awakened and the Aspect of Time, I feel confident to offer you my granddaughter, Stellagosa. Give her what the fallen Naltharion took from her: the opportunity to have children.”
“I can’t be the Aspect of Magic!” Stellagosa protested. “I have to take care of you!”
“My days are numbered and you should have someone to care for after me. That aside, I deserve another generation of grandchildren.”
“That’s not a good enough reason to make me the leader of our people!”
“A good girl,” Jaina mumbled, next to Anduin. Because of their frigid surroundings, they were merely close to each other and not engaged in any depravities. “She’s not even mentioning that she will have to be a sex slave, she is fully willing to do that.”
Anduin nodded and listened to the continuing argument.
“Well then, little starlight, try speaking to them,” Senegos raised her up a little higher. “We have no other contender. You may just impress us all enough to agree that you shall be our representative.”
“Grandfather I… haaaaahhhh,” she let out a frustrated sigh. “If I need to try to shut you up. Alright then…” She turned to the crowd and inhaled slowly before talking to everyone. “My brethren, it is an honour to meet you all in these… unusual circumstances. I have not witnessed much of our history, I must admit. The majority of my life, I spent watching after my grandfather. I knew I would see his final days. After hearing the news of Malygos’ insanity, I had a dire feeling. A feeling that I may not only witness the end of Senegos, but the end of this entire flight. This feeling was crystallized, worsened even, when Deathwing took the dragon’s ability to procreate with him to the grave. Now… I admit, I have hope. More than hope, the bronze dragons have assured us that we have certainty. Certainty that we can procreate and that we can live in a world where everyone’s urges are satisfied. This idea is… tantalizing to say the least. Witnessing what Anduin did with Alexstrasza, knowing that Ysera is carrying the first of a new generation, it is liberating and I… I want us to be part of that… that’s all I can really say…”
It was the emotion in her voice and the endorsement of the oldest of them all that made those words enough. Tiny sparks rose from every single one of the dragons around and unified into a blinding light that held within it the power to shape arcane energy itself. This light flew towards Stellagosa at a high speed, but stopped in front of her, who stared at it with disbelief.
“You should accredit more wisdom to my age, Stella,” Senegos joked. “Take up your destiny. Be the first of us and represent us in this new age. Also, give me more grandchildren.”
Shaking her head, Stellagosa reached out to the light and touched it. A flare blinded everyone for a moment, the light flowing around the young dragoness’ skin and leaving her a radiant shape. Then it simmered into her, properly marking her as the new Aspect of Magic. A pair of sleek and smooth horns sprouted from her head, translucent like polished glass with a blue tint to it, and a similarly slim blue tail made its way out of her robes.
The youngest dragon in attendance, held up by the oldest one, and a woman whose character and attractiveness definitely met Anduin’s standards.
“…What do we do now?” Stellagosa asked her grandfather.
“You’re the one to decide that,” he answered with parental mockery. “My advice would be to find a comfortable room for you and your future mate. Human bodies prefer mattresses.”
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A mere ten minutes later, Anduin and his harem were inside a spacious chamber within the Nexus. More exactly, it was within the underground crystal forest the blue dragons kept down there. Consequently, the chamber’s walls were lined with beautiful plants that appeared like organic glass. The floor was a practical artwork of decorative tiles and paths for the runes cut into the stone. Those runes allowed the chamber to be accessed at all, as it had no doors or other kinds of entrances. It was only teleportation that allowed it. It had been used for several things in the past, as a prison cell, as a meditation room, or as storage. Now it was filled with a single, tremendously large bed, on top of which Stellagosa sat. She was still dressed and watched the High King approaching with keen eyes.
“You are quite calm about becoming mine,” Anduin observed, just as Jaina had earlier.
“It’s nothing but an honour,” Stellagosa said, bowing her head. “I have never cared much about sex but… seeing how you handled Alexstrasza… knowing who you are… yeah, I don’t feel like I got anything to worry about.” Her blue hips spread into a wide smile. “I only request that you make room in your palace for my grandfather. I wish to care for him, even if I serve you.”
“It will be done,” Anduin assured her. “You will be my slave, but I assure you that being mine is a privileged position.”
“Infinitely privileged,” Jaina purred, speaking for the entire harem.
“Then I’m ready to submit to you however you wish, Master,” Stellagosa lowered her head. “I will be your sex slave and obey your every design for this world. That’s the role I was tasked with by the Blue Dragonflight. If you treat me well and if you live up to everything I hear, I’m sure I can fall for you in every way.”
Anduin loved everything about what he heard and he would not disappoint her. “Get on the floor,” he told her. She obeyed, slower than a trained sex slave but she would learn quickly, like the other dragons had. He turned to the rest of his harem. “Form a circle and watch us. Stand, remain clothed, and do not touch yourself,” he told them. The tone of his voice alone made them flush with desire and accelerated their breathing. Hastily the almost two dozen women followed his desires to the letter. Around the bed, with one arm-length between them, every one, from the demon hunter to the manifestation of the Light, was ready to witness the addition of yet another willing slut to their ranks of breedable nymphomaniacs.
After sitting down on the bed, Anduin dismissed his clothes into his void pocket. He didn’t need to say a word for Stellagosa to inch closer to his crotch. The blue-haired dragoness may not have had any personal experience, but she had seen enough sex the last couple of days to know what she was expected and what she wanted to do.
Stellagosa opened her mouth wide, presenting her mouth. The full, glossy, pale blue lips, framed her pearly white teeth. They were in perfect order and human, some additional sharpness around the canines notwithstanding. Stretching out her tongue, she showed that she was already salivating. Inhaling through the nose, taking in Anduin’s musky scent of a sexual dominance, and exhaling through her mouth, uncontrollable panting that was visible in the air from the arcane energies now pulsating powerfully inside her attractive body, the new Dragon Aspect waited for his orders.
Placing his hand between her horns, Anduin first felt her silky-smooth hair under his fingers, then pulled her closer. He had to use little force, Stellagosa was all too eager to lean in further. The closer she got, the further her panting and salivating intensified. Her glowing eyes crossed to focus on the half-erect cock laying across her face. Her tongue and lips were less than a finger’s width away from his balls. Every wanton breath, Anduin could feel, the magical energies tingling pleasingly on his skin.
Still, she did nothing without an order.
“You’ll be a good, disciplined slave,” the High King told her, his hand tracing up her translucent horns. They were smooth, but the curved shape made it easy to grip them regardless. He pulled her the rest of the way to his balls. The moment she made contact, she started to worship them with a series of kisses. There was arcane power in her every fibre and it unloaded as pleasurable little fizzles that travelled though his entire shaft. “Oh, you have a gift for this,” he gasped.
Stellagosa moaned appreciatively. She had always been a quick learner and was all too eager to bring her Master all the pleasure he could ever desire. Especially with the cock now lifting from her face. She missed the heat it radiated, but seeing the fully erect size right above her made her pussy drip. The entirety of her self-discipline was consumed not touching her virgin honeypot. She had masturbated a lot these past few days, thinking about Anduin all of the time, and she wanted to focus on serving him properly. Whatever she had fantasized his touch would feel like, she knew she would get to feel the genuine thing, if she just behaved herself.
“Show me just how talented you are – impress me and you get to choose a reward,” Anduin commanded and let go off her horn. Stellagosa’s eyes, blue within blue, glanced up with him with momentary uncertainty. She wanted to be commanded by this perfect man so badly that having autonomy felt wrong. “Follow your instincts,” he encouraged her. Anduin already knew he had a perfect submissive before him, she would do her best to please him.
Hesitatingly, Stellagosa did as commanded, giving into what she was naturally inclined to do. First, Anduin felt her tend to his balls some more. Not only with her kisses, now, but also by using her long, draconic tongue to coil around it and slather it in her saliva. They both moaned. The High King from the care with which she caressed his most fragile part and the tingling of magic. The Blue Dragon Aspect from the heat, the taste and the masculine smell.
Her tongue was still wrapped around his sack, when she started licking up his massive shaft. The further she went, the further her long tongue uncoiled, the more dragged over the sensitive underside. By the time she arrived at the engorged head of his cock, the tip of her tongue was still by the base. She pulled it back behind her lips in anticipation of the next step, panting the entire time as his delicious precum covered her tastebuds. The longer she was exposed to it, the more her pussy dripped and the more her wish to serve, to be a true slut for this man, grew.
The moment her tongue was fully retreated, she gave into this desire. What remained of her old understanding of dignity was smashed in the instance she pressed her lips against his cock. Eagerly, she pushed forwards, only caring that her blue, full lips stayed tight around his shaft while she sucked him inside. She felt no urge or need to stop, went straight to the base, remained there and immediately started bobbing in his lap. Everything about this satisfied her deeply. The heat, the taste, the smell, the feeling of his erect cock in her mouth and the pressure inside her throat.
Anduin gasped and had to support himself with his hands. If he hadn’t known better, he would have found it impossible to believe that this was her first contact with a human cock. Stellagosa was a cocksucking prodigy, doing everything right from the start and only growing better with each passing moment. Her lips were sealed tight, the occasional delightfully sloppy slurping sound aside, her cheeks sucked in, providing optimal friction, her tongue worked every sensitive spot she found, and she located them expertly. Searching for his approval, her eyes were always focused on his face, the only exception being when her lids fluttered from the clear pleasure she felt when she pushed her head down and took him back into her throat.
Alternating her pace and technique, she brought Anduin pleasure in many different ways. Simply sliding up and down, adding gyrations to the mix, changing the angles and the depth of her bobbing movements, she did it all and pleased herself almost as much as him. When she went all the way to the base and stayed there, she gently swayed side to side, providing some movement even while he was fully engulfed in her wet, willing mouth. She moaned all throughout, adding the well-known vibrations to the unique feeling of arcane tingling that rushed through his entire shaft.
“I’m cumming,” he warned.
Stellagosa reacted immediately, sliding all the way up in a movement perfectly measured to leave him just before the point of no return. His cock popped out of her mouth, her lips opened right in front of his cock and her tongue slithered out again. Coiling around his well-lubricated shaft, her wet tongue masturbated him with constricting and relaxing motions. It was long enough that she could even massage her balls with the tip simultaneously.
After only a couple of seconds of this treatment, his shaft tensed and thick, white cum flew into Stellagosa’s presented mouth. She had to swallow twice to not have her mouth filled with the sheer volume of it, but delayed the last gulp for as long as possible. Her coiled tongue wrung every last drop from him that she could and only when she had proudly presented the entirely of her work’s result did she pull her tongue back in and swallowed it all.
“Did I please you, Master?” she asked in a sweet, submissive tone, a moan swinging underneath. The taste of his seed was beyond anything else she ever had experienced, rich with magic and life. It left her at the edge of another orgasm.
“Yes,” Anduin stroked her hair tenderly. “You did very well, Stella. Choose your reward.”
The blue dragoness smiled widely at the compliment and the affectionate way he spoke her name. “As my reward, I ask you to do with me as you wish, Master,” she purred.
Anduin had to hear no more, to answer her smile in kind. Swiftly, he grabbed both of her horns and slammed her back down on his cock. The speed caused her to gag once, but that was the only resistance she showed. The blue magic in her eyes condensed into two glowing heart shapes above her pupils, while she was manhandled. Her throat was nothing more than a cocksleeve – truly, she thought of her entire body as nothing more than a tool for his sexual relief. The High King was too much of a man, and she too much of a breeding eager submissive, to not fall for him head over heels while his rough handling caused her to orgasm.
It felt incredible. Despite not stimulating her pussy whatsoever, it gushed with the repeated contractions of her folds, soaking her blue robe. Pleasure rushed through her every time Anduin’s girthy cock slid in and out of her throat. Her blue lips tingled delightfully. It only got more intense, when the perfect master stood up and the scene transformed from a simple manhandling to a proper facefucking.
“You’ll do this every day for the rest of your life,” Anduin gasped, feeling his next orgasm rise. Her face was messed up, covered in spit, phlegm and precum, her heart-covered eyes were still staring at him past fluttering lids and her tongue worked his cock steadily even while he fucked her throat. “On your knees, taking my cock on your knees and cumming your brains out.”
‘Yesssss!’ she thought, while her vocal cords vibrated with enthusiastic, dick-muffled screams. Anduin pulled her down one last time and Stellagossa wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling herself down in the hopes to taste just a little bit more of his member. Deliciously, his dick quivered in her throat.
Anduin groaned, cumming down the throat of this absolute pervert. Shot after shot of hot seed pumped down her gullet. Each tensing of his cock had the climaxing dragoness shout with renewed vigour. Although his mark was not yet on her, her magic-sensitive body reacted to the raw power of the High King. In return, the tingling of her arcane might kept Anduin ecstatic beyond the eager quivers of her throat.
As his orgasm subsided, Anduin fell back on the bed. “Stop sucking at your leisure,” he told her and let go of her horns. Stellagosa was too happy to continue bobbing in his lap for a solid five minutes, before her urge to be bred won out over her urge to please him more with her mouth. When his cock did pop out of her full, blue lips again, she immediately dove under to worship his balls again. “Stop,” Anduin commanded, before she got there. Her panting was pleasingly crispy on his drenched skin. “Strip for me.”
“Yes, Master,” Stellagosa obeyed and positioned herself one step before Anduin. His hungry eyes proved that he desired more than just her naked body and the blue dragoness was happy to deliver. Undoing the cord of her robe around her narrow waistline, she turned around. Her hips swung rhythmically to the beat of her lust. Elegantly, she let the robe slide off her shoulders, but stopped the descent around her elbows. At the same time, she grabbed the blue cloth around her thighs and pulled it up tautly. The cloth seductively folded underneath her ass, pushing the jiggling behind up and letting her flaunt it all the more while her striptease got more suggestive.
Bit by bit, she revealed the skin of her back. When the upper rim of her robe had slid all the way down to her waist, she turned around. The loose robe swayed to the rhythmic movements. Anduin devoured the sight of her balanced body and the light pink nipples that crowned her decently sized, firm breasts. Her midriff was flat, her hips wide, a delicious display of deeply feminine features. Between the parted front of her robe, he could see her drooling pussy, the overflowing love juices making the insides of her smooth thighs glisten.
While she danced, an arcane glow surrounded her hands. She slid her palms suggestively up her body, moaned when she brushed over her nipples, went over the neck and then her face. When she had reached her hairline, all of the mess the previous blowjob had caused was removed, leaving her gorgeous face clean. Her hands met above her, while she gyrated her hips. Her eyes fell on Anduin’s cock. Instinctively, her tongue lolled out. She yearned to taste him again.
Anduin was of half a mind to oblige her, but decided otherwise. With a wave of his hand, he commanded Stellagosa to come closer. Simultaneously, he addressed the remaining harem in the room. “All of you should dance for me,” he told the circle of diverse, unfathomably hot and willing sex slaves. Without any hesitation, they obeyed. Lithe, slender, well-endowed, elves, humans, dwarves, gnome, naru, old goddess and dragons all equally shook their breed-happy butts and delicious thighs to their individual rhythms.
They were still dressed in whatever they tended to wear, whether that was Xal’ataths practically see-though satin dress or Vanessa’s rogue outfit. Having only been given the command to dance, not to strip, they only suggestively pulled at their clothes. Anduin had slightly different plans. Underneath each of his sex slaves, tentacles formed and reached up from the ground. For a couple of moments, they had heads made from teeth and claws, allowing them to tear open the layers of cloth or leather between them and the pussies of the trusting sluts. Even with those tentacles ruining their legwear, the wives and slaves of Stormwind’s king kept dancing happily for his pleasure.
Stellagosa, meanwhile, had reached her Master-to-be, who took her by the hips and pulled her down into his lap. She straddled him, gasped wantonly when he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her down into her first kiss. Fulfilment surged inside her and she answered the prodding of his tongue in whatever fashion she hoped pleased him. The talent she had for using her mouth to please extended to her kisses and Anduin indulged himself.
She tasted like soft mint and a winter day, but her mouth wasn’t actually cold, creating an odd but pleasing mix of sensations. Because she sat on top of him, she had the higher angle. Anduin still dominated her sapphire blue lips and held onto her pale blue hair, while his left glided over her curves. Her robe was finally completely removed. His hand slammed down on her ass. She yelped with pain and pleasure and continued the kiss all the more enthusiastically. The spanking was something she had anticipated, knowing of the High King’s kinks, but she hadn’t thought the sting would be this sweet, or elevate her sensitivity this much. She practically screamed, while grinding her wet labia against his hot rock
Clawing into her ass and tapping it with a bit more delicacy, Anduin assessed the quality of the behind of his newest slut. It was firm and soft in equal measure, a butt that jiggled and had taut, smooth skin. Its size was nicely balanced, round but not huge, incredible to grope and caress. Her slender tail curved behind her, tense with desire. “Wife… or slave?” he asked between kisses.
Stellagosa only considered the question for a moment. Did she want to be a woman of status in his harem, as was worthy of a dragon aspect or did she want to be to his feet, her mouth used as a cocksleeve continuously? Of course, both titles came with the pleasure to obey his every whim, but the framing was important. “Shlave,” she slurred the obvious answer.
While Anduins hands remained in place, their kiss broke, and he rested his back on the bed. “Get in position, slave,” he commanded her.
“Yes, Master,” Stellagosa panted eagerly, moving up his body to perfectly straddle above his crotch. Hips raised, gooey strands of precum and pussy juice connecting their sexes, she reached underneath her to properly angle his cock. The mere touch of his tip sent hot, electrifying pleasure through her. Panting heavily, she waited for his command to deflower herself. Behind her, all of the tentacles had finished their preparation work and returned to the usual, phallic tips.
“Ride your Master,” the order went out not only to Stellagosa, but to all of the harem. With pleasure, they all obeyed. The dancing motions of the sex slaves were interrupted with a simultaneous plunge of everyone, the tentacles penetrating their eager cunts smoothly. Among the delighted shouts Stellagosa’s was by far the loudest and longest. Her virgin cunt was sopping wet and took his cock well, but she still descended slowly due to her tightness.
When she was one third down, the other haremettes resumed their dancing. Pumping in and out while their hips gyrated and their asses bounced, the tentacles made their rhythmic motions extra depraved, their legs weak. It was so easy to orgasm, while obeying their Master. Two-thirds down and Stellagosa’s eyelids fluttered, her agape mouth twisted into a goofy, pleasure-dominated grin. Fully down, her head flew back as she completely drenched their connected groin by squirting all over it.
“Shhoooo biiiiiiig!” she yelled. She had already loved the heat of his girthy cock in her throat, but this was several times better. Feeling stretched out by this scorching hot rod, her tight folds constricting around it with repeated spasms, her entire body yielded to the pleasure and she willingly delved into it. She raised her hips, all of her instincts revolting against the idea of letting any inch of this magnificent cock out of her. When her desire to ride him was overcome by her need to have him inside, she plunged back down, screaming with renewed vigour.
Anduin wanted to see how long she could last. His hands kept groping her round ass, but he didn’t pull her down, neither did he thrust up. He was fully content observing the Blue Dragonaspect lose her mind to repeated orgasms and to listen to the moans of the other women. They were all putting up a show for him and for each other, riding the tentacles with intense enthusiasm. Dancing caused tits to sway and the endless gushing of their cunts stained the floor and what torn legwear they were still wearing.
Stellagosa tried to pick up the pace of her movements. Up and down she went, successful for no more than ten seconds before she came so hard that she lost the ability to control her legs. While she tried to work through the spasms and the haze, her bouncing turned jittery and then ceased entirely. Overwhelmed by his cock, she slouched forwards.
“You really are a sensitive one,” Anduin whispered into her ear. He wasn’t disappointed in her, she would learn to handle his cock well enough to ride him properly in time. “I’m taking charge. Relax and lose yourself.”
“Thank you… Master…” Stellagosa panted, mildly ashamed that she couldn’t do more than this. The need to become truly his and his alone by receiving his seed and mark was more urging, however. “Please use my body however you see fit.”
Anduin grunted approvingly, while he repositioned her on the bed. Instinctively, Stellagosa whimpered when he pulled out of her, but it was necessary to put her on her stomach. Facing the dancing circle of slaves, laying on the bed, Stellagosa trembled with anticipation. Anduin now straddled her, gave her ass one more mighty slap before raising it up so he had optimal access. He plunged into her tight pussy again, penetrating her in one thrust.
Quickly, Stellagosa learned what it meant to be fucked by the perfect Master. Hard and fast, he hammered against her round bottom. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes rolled upwards, and all she could do was gasp and moan at the thought-annihilating precision with which he grinded against all of her most sensitive spots. Her tail wrapped around his midriff, a gesture of affection.
Anduin leaned forwards and took a fistful of her hair, pressing the dragoness down in an act of primal domination. Her bouncy butt rippled under each impact, her hands tore into the bedsheets, and her pussy gripped him like a proper cockseleeve. Pussy juice and magic flowed in ample amounts, lubricating everything he did and sending pleasurable power through his erect member.
Looking down at her, feeling the satisfaction of conquest, he hammered his way to his own orgasm to the symphonic cries of his harem. Every girl would have loved to be in Stellagosa’s place, but they were all equally looking forward to another woman joining them in servitude. Their Master deserved to be served by all he wanted and with his lust and virility, he would need all the sex slaves he could get. None of them, on their own, could hope to take care of him.
With no remorse or announcement, Anduin slowed his thrusts for the finale. He drew out the final moments before he reached the edge, pulled out of her quivering quim slowly. Then, when he passed the point of no return, he plunged back into her and came.
A wet spot grew under her, as the marking magic did its work and carved her accepted status as his sex slave into her very being. Stellagosa wasn’t capable of thinking, only of perceiving his cock and the heavenly pleasure she was basked in. Around the room, the other women shouted delightfully in unison, as the tentacles filled them up as well.
The High King kept cumming, making sure his seed filled her tight pussy to the brim and impregnated the dragoness who was now his dedicated sex slave in every way. The tight folds wrung every drop out of him, just as eager to know the joy of being bred as he was to mark her womb as his. Similarly, he felt the pussies of all of his haremettes contract around the tentacles. All of them were extensions of his being, even if the seed they produced was infertile. Not that it mattered, now that Stellagosa had been filled with his virile baby batter, her fertility restored by the magic within, there was no woman in this room not carrying his child.
Stellagosa could feel it faintly. His might rejuvenating her womb, fixing her true shape to be that of a fuckable, attractive little sex slave and a spark of his melded with him. It was a joyful moment, beyond even the extreme ecstasy that went along with it, of fulfilment. To be a mother of his child, the confirmation of it filled her with delight beyond pleasure.
“Do you think we are done here?” Anduin whispered into her long, elven ear, while pulling her head back. Throughout the room, the haremettes were already back to sliding up and down on the tentacles. Their faces reflected perfectly what awaited the dragoness for the rest of her life – the extreme joy of being fucked by a Master who got his greatest satisfaction of making them happy. The ultimate happiness was motherhood, but being useful as a sex slave was a good second.
“We… are… we are done… when you are… satisfied… Masssss-taaaaahrrrr,” Stellagosa pressed out between intense aftershocks. On the last word, Anduin had started moving again, sending her immediately back into that heavenly pleasure that left her unable to remember where up or down was. Only his words and actions cut through the haze.
“Good slave,” Anduin purred. He straightened up and rolled her onto her side. Lifting one of her legs up against her shoulder, he used it as a handle while he went back to fucking her – hard. The pale woman writhed under him, thrusting out her chest. Her decently sized breasts were a delightful highpoint on her arched spine. Her blue lips were still agape, their colour contrasting nicely with the reddish pink, longue tongue that stretched out. Her eyes had no focus, her smooth midriff glistened with sweet and Anduin could see his cock sliding up and down through a bulge. Her pretty pink pussy was sopping wet, swollen and still incredibly tight. “What do you want most right now?” Anduin asked.
“C-cum!” she screamed, her pussy gushing, every one of the thrusts at superhuman speed prolonging her mutli-orgasmic experience. “Cum! Cum! Cum!” she was begging like an animal. “Your cum!”
Andruin grunted approvingly and redoubled his efforts. The entire bed shook from his movements and he looked up to find the feverish eyes of his harem all directed at him. “Make me cum,” he commanded them. It overpowered their order to ride or dance for him and so the harem put on a different kind of show for him. One where they engaged with each other, where they fell to the ground and used whatever hole they were more skilled with to properly pleasure his tentacles. The visual and physical stimulation peaked quickly, Anduin fucking them as much now as they were serving him
He came again. The messy scene froze and trembled, the intense rewards of making their master cum causing all of the willing servants to reach the climax of the orgy. Screams unified into one resounding noise of female delight that rose and fell while their favourite holes were getting filled up. Cumsluts got their throats used, several of the girls had their assholes stretched and most squirted while the searing heat of the cum caused them to tense up. Most of all, Stellagosa, feeling his rigid shaft tense inside her.
A scream of approval echoed from her lungs, one that bore testimony that she was ready to be his for the rest of the evening and for the rest of their lives.
