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Preview - For the King II
🕑 Added 2024-05-06 23:12:11 +0000 UTCGood news for those of you who enjoyed this first story. Chapter 2 has been commissioned, and I would like to share a little teaser of things to come.
I hope you enjoy <3
Here's Chapter 1: https://literotica.com/s/for-the-king-1
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PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! came the incessant, debaucherous sounds from behind the doors of Anduin’s bedroom, accompanied by wails of pleasure and curses of bliss, all spoken in Darnassian.
Everyone in Stormwind Keep knew of Tyrande’s new position as the High King’s person balldrainer, his own personal whore within which he relieved himself often. Even during diplomatic meetings, the woman was often on her knees, slobbering over the blonde king’s enormous, throbbing cock.
The once proud Tyrande had been turned into a cock-addicted whore, every part of her used as a receptacle for Anduin’s cum.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The guards posted outside Anduin’s room looked at each other briefly, wondering if Anduin would allow themselves the honor of using the High Priestess today, as well.
Anduin grinned as Tyrande bounced atop his cock, his hands squeezing and groping her enormous, fattened tits. Though she had never gotten pregnant from their constant fucking, her chest had grown considerably since she had taken up residence within the keep. Perhaps such a phenomenon was common among elven women who constantly had their cunts and wombs stuffed full of cock and jizz.
Mouth agape as she struggled to breathe, the constantly-orgasming Whoredorei, Tyrande, would scream with pleasure, her fat, wobbling asscheeks slamming down onto Anduin’s thighs with every downward motion, causing ripples of assfat to spread across those behemoth orbs of fuckflesh.
Begging for his cock, for his cum, the night elf would desperately ask of him to breed her, to turn her into his breeding sow, wanting desperately to bear the High King’s heir.
Happy to oblige, Anduin slammed his hips upward, the lewd noises of flesh upon flesh resonating against the stone walls of the room. The smell of sex was thick in the air, considering the number of times he would pump the woman with bucketfuls of nut. His enormous, throbbing elfbreaking pillar of meat would slam directly into the High Priestess’s womb, his balls eternally full, always ready to unload another gallon of royal fuckgunk right into her whorish elven gash.
“Nngh… Fuck… FUCK!” cried Tyrande, reaching up to cup her fat, bouncing tits, those enormous cock-massaging, wobbling masses overflowing from hands far too small to fully encompass even a tenth of them.
Anduin would groan, hands gripping the woman’s hips as he fucked her with wild abandon, ravaging her gushing pussy, the bulge created by his obscene, godly prick plainly visible to him with every thrust. So often had he fucked her during the course of the conflict that he was certain that the woman had been reshaped into a perfect mould for his dick. Whenever he needed to relieve some stress, he would fuck her. Before, after, and during diplomatic meetings, he would fuck her.
Somehow, word of this had not reached Malfurion or Shandris. Of this, he was glad. He didn’t know if he could take Malfurion’s wrath, but there was always a chance that he could make Shandris into his next whore… Not that he was growing bored with Tyrande’s divine cunt, but one could only taste the same fruit so many times before other flavors called to them.
Reaching forward, Anduin grabbed Tyrande by the jaw, forcing her to look at him. With eyes rolled back in a near-constant deluge of orgasms, the woman somehow managed to understand the High King’s intent and looked down at him. And so, with their eyes locked, he began unloading into her, his porridge-thick cum-missiles slamming into the back of her womb, flooding her soaked pocket almost instantly. So much of it came that her belly began bulging slightly with the sheer quantities of fucksludge being crammed into her.
His eyes never left her as, yet again, he filled her to the brim with cum.
After many long seconds of this, he relented, and his softening cock fell from her, leaving the lavender-skinned priestess’s gaping, sopping wet pussy quivering, stretched out beyond belief. Fat gobs of cum fell, soaking into the sheets.
Anduin smiled and wrapped his arms around the night elf’s body. He would at least be able to concentrate during his meeting with Jaina. While not related by blood, “Auntie Jaina”, as he liked to call her, had tits that put even Tyrande’s obscene milkbags to shame, and the young King could hardly tear his gaze away from those pale orbs whenever the ultra-stacked mage was around.
Idle thoughts crept around Anduin’s mind. What would Jaina think of his arrangement with Tyrande? Would she even be able to piece together what was happening? Should he simply allow Tyrande to get on her knees during the meeting, let her worship and stuff her throat with his enormous, veiny rod, to coax yet another load from his fat balls?
The thought was an appealing one, he had to admit. Part of him so dearly wanted to see how Jaina would react. But his rational mind would remind him instead that such acts would likely lead to some very real diplomatic incidents. Incidents that, with the current conflict against the Horde raging, he could not afford. Losing allies would cost him dearly.
But… what if he could strengthen these ties? What if Jaina turned out to be just as much of a cockwhore as Tyrande?
As if sensing his thoughts, the priestess rolled onto her side next to Anduin, her pussy still leaking abundant quantities of his cum. “Jaina would make a good addition to our bed, don’t you think?” she whispered, allowing her fingers to trace along the king’s muscular torso, exploring the crevices of his sculpted abdomen.
Anduin swallowed.
“Perhaps…” he said, thinking. Would Tyrande help him turn Jaina into his second fuck-slave? What should he even call them? Wives? The thought made him grin. “Perhaps you’re right,” he said, chuckling as his hand ran down the woman’s back, strong fingers gripping the abundant flesh of her legendary posterior, an ass so ridiculously fat and oversized that it seemed to swallow anything she wore, drawing the attention of all present with its almost hypnotic sway.
The thought of those goliath cheeks made his cock spring to life again. Perhaps he’d have the time for another round with Tyrande before Jaina arrived.
