For the King II - Preview #2

Here's another quick preview for you all. I'll be continuing to work on this all weekend and try to finish this up ASAP so I can get working on that poll story.

This scene follows the previous one, with Jaina Proudmoore arriving in Stormwind. Anduin has a bit of fun with Tyrande. Soon, however, he'll make Jaina his...

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Stormwind was as resplendent as ever when Jaina strode up the steps to the keep where the High King lived. The buxom mage, dressed in her Kul Tiran attire, made for quite a striking figure as her great, pale tits threatened to spill from the top of her overstuffed corset. Wide hips would sway with every step taken, causing her cloak to swish about in a most alluring manner as, beneath it, the shape and outline of her immense rear could be seen. 

The woman’s beauty was legendary among the folk of Stormwind, more so even than her magical aptitude. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind an ear, she wandered into the enormous castle, the two guards posted at its entrance nodding respectfully towards her, their eyes drifting inadvertently to the swell of her colossal rack, those mountainous udders wobbling about with every step. No matter the outfit she wore or the spells she wove about them, they remained a sight that left most folk awestruck. 

“Welcome, Lady Proudmoore,” the guard to the left managed to say as his wits returned. 

She smiled warmly at him. “Where can I find Anduin?” she asked, the two men flinching slightly at her casual use of the High King’s name, disregarding the use of his title. 

Nothing would come of it, they knew, as Jaina had known the child since before he had even known how to write his own name. “Auntie Jaina”, he would often call her, affectionately. And, even had High King Anduin not known the woman, he would never have punished her for such a thing, as he was known for his patience and gentle demeanour. Titles meant little to the Wrynns. Perhaps that was why their dynasty had held on to the Kingdom of Stormwind for so long.

The two guards stared at each other for some time as they considered what to do. 

The other man, who had not spoken yet, gestured towards an enormous door on the right of the main hallway. “The High King is currently… busy,” he said, looking for the right words. “You may wait for him in the Council Chambers.”

Jaina nodded politely. “Thank you,” she said, making her way towards the door, though she frowned slightly at the odd interaction. Is something the matter with Anduin? she thought, considering the words the man had used and the odd looks exchanged.

Something was off.

The woman waited for thirty or so minutes before Anduin walked into the room as Jaina was looking over some maps, palms resting on the table, leaning forward in a manner such that the king’s eyes were immediately drawn down to the immense cleavage she sported. Seeing those enormous globes of flesh in person made the normally confident man stutter slightly as he spoke, “Auntie Jaina, you came.”

Her blue eyes looked up, blue eyes meeting blue. Oh, how he reminded her of a man she’d once loved and she was briefly transported back to those simpler times, when the only threat she faced was her next exam. A small, nostalgic smile graced her lips. “I had to. Especially since you cannot leave these walls…”

That was his excuse for not going to war himself. It was partially true. He could not leave, as he was too busy slamfucking his favoured elven whore, Tyrande Whisperwind. “Indeed,” he nodded. “It would take but a single, well-placed arrow or dagger to throw this entire campaign off,” he said, making his way to the table where Jaina stood, reminded of his own grandfather who had been slain by the blade of one such murderer. Of course, he’d never known the man, but had been reminded of his story often enough.

Jaina nodded. “Your Majesty,” she finally said, pointing to a map of the known world. “Kul Tiras is ready to strike at Zandalar. An attack on their fleet would cripple the Horde’s navy,” she explained, eyes focused on the map.

Though his gaze moved downward, it took all of Anduin’s willpower to bring himself to stare at the map rather than the woman’s obscenely overgrown titties. “How many ships do we have?”

“A small fleet of twenty or so frigates would suffice to land a decisive blow to the Horde and escape before they can mount a proper defense.”

Jaina had studied these things, he knew. She had been raised on the island nation of Kul Tiras and was well-versed in naval combat. 

“I want troops on the ground, as well,” he said, gazing down at the small island of Zandalar. “But I want casualties to be limited.”

Jaina raised her eyebrows. Anduin was not known for such decisive military manoeuvres. Was he learning this from someone? “You wish to invade their city?” she asked, gripping her staff nervously. Such an act had the potential to escalate the conflict further. She had to admit that, deep down, some part of her yearned for vengeance against the Horde.

“Are you doubting your High King?” came a voice from behind Jaina, causing the mage to spin about, staff crackling with arcane power. 

There stood Tyrande Whisperwind, wearing little else but a sheer white robe, the thin cloth hiding little of those great elven melons. With her high heels, the priestess stood a good head taller than Jaina. Through the strips of cloth that hid little of those lavender-hued knockers, Jaina could plainly see the dark purple nipples of the elven leader. 

The mage blushed slightly. 

“Ah, Tyrande…” Jaina said. “I didn’t know…”

Indeed, few knew of the woman’s whereabouts. Many had assumed that she had simply gone into hiding after the events of Darkshore. And yet, there she stood, dressed in a manner that suggested she had gained some measure of comfort behind the walls of Stormwind Keep. 

Jaina glanced towards Anduin, as if asking for him to tell her what this was all about.

His lips curled into a slight smile, betraying little of his feelings. “Indeed, Jaina. I did not tell anyone of Tyrande’s presence here in Stormwind, as I didn’t want to put her at risk. She’s been a valuable asset in helping me learn the ways of war,” he explained, though Jaina could plainly see his difficulty in averting his gaze from them and, more specifically, their oversized chests. 

Some part of her found it endearing, even perhaps a little alluring, as the young man began fidgeting nervously. He’d grown so much more confident in the last few years, and yet, some part of him remained that same, nervous Anduin she had always known, so similar to his mother in that sense.

With a nod, Jaina said, “Of course, Anduin. I understand. Should the Kaldorei lose one of their leaders, our chances of keeping Kalimdor would be lessened considerably.” Her glacial blue eyes went to Tyrande as the statuesque woman made her way behind Anduin, the enormous size of her ass visible from the side. Was she even wearing anything under that outfit? Jaina felt her breath quicken slightly. 

Tyrande stopped behind Anduin, placing her hands on his shoulders gently. “Anduin has needs that I can assist with,” the High Priestess of Elune said, her voice almost a sultry whisper. “Strategic needs, of course, among other things,” she said, allowing her hands to slowly run down the High King’s muscular arms. 

Only then did Jaina realize that Anduin was not wearing the armour he usually did, and had opted for far more casual clothing, something one would wear before bed, even. When Tyrande leaned forward, no doubt causing her colossal melons to press against Anduin’s back, she couldn’t look away, nor could her mind fully comprehend what was happening when Tyrande’s hands moved below the table. 

Jaina’s cheeks were now a deep crimson when Anduin let forth a slight sigh, Tyrande’s arms moving, working at an unseen task below that table. 

Was Tyrande truly…?

“Anduin would need your help in these matters, too, Lord Admiral,” Tyrande said with a grin, her mouth an inch or so from Anduin’s ear.

“I have to go… I-” Jaina spun about suddenly, vanishing from the room and closing the door behind her, leaving Tyrande alone with Anduin.

“Well, now, it seems we have some work to do in convincing Lady Proudmoore,” the night elf said, chuckling as her hands gripped Anduin’s rock-hard cock, squeezing that oversized fuckpillar hard as her fingers worked upon its vascular shaft.

“Mmh… fuck… I could barely contain myself. Seeing those tits of hers…” Anduin groaned as Tyrande jerked him off from behind. 

“Undoubtedly, the inspiration for many a man’s nighttime… hobbies,” Tyrande chuckled.

Unable to resist the woman’s advances, and indeed welcoming them fully, Anduin spun about, his gigantic, throbbing cock eagerly pointed at Tyrande. 

The elf smiled, now quite used to the High King’s wants and needs, and she got down on her knees, gripping his fat slab of meat with both hands. Licking her full lips, the cockstarved elf stared at the obscene thing for a moment, still amazed at how even both her hands couldn’t fully reach around its incredible girth. “Elune save me,” she whispered, licking along its underside and tasting the saltiness of the precum that incessantly leaked from the cumslit at the tip. 

The woman’s instincts kicked in, bred by hours upon hours of endless sex with Anduin, much as she herself had been. Lips stretched taut, Tyrande began slowly taking in the engorged head of that fantastically oversized behemoth of a dick, allowing her tongue to writhe and slither wantonly along the gigantic cumvein on its belly. The first few inches, as usual, slid into her mouth with little to no effort.

Appreciative moans came from the woman, though her mouth was full of dick, sending pleasant vibrations along Anduin’s length. 

A shuddering groan left the man’s lips, and he placed both hands upon the elf’s head. Tyrande knew what was coming, though she did not yet give him complete control of the situation. He would take it for himself, when he felt the need grow strong enough.

Her eyes rolled back as more of that oversized fuckpillar was crammed into her throat, disappearing within the constrictive passage. That enormous rod would, inch by inch, stretch out her oesophagus, the inhuman bulge visible from outside. 

Tyrande would gag and choke, a mess of saliva and precum leaking from her lips as she fucked her own face with that elephantine appendage, her glowing eyes looking up at the young king. She smiled at him, though such a task was made all the more difficult by the sheer girth of his cock, only the corners of her lips even managing to move.

No one knew their way around a cock like Tyrande Whisperwind, High Whore of the Sisterhood of Elune. And though she’d slobbered all over Anduin’s megarod countless times now, she never ceased to be amazed by the thing, every throb, every twitch of the thing sending blissful shivers down her spine. While the night elf liked being in control at times, especially when around those that were not part of their little arrangement, she found that Anduin became incredibly assertive when the right situation arose. 

And when his fingers gripped her hair hard and he began slamming his cock down her throat, the woman quite nearly came then and there, pussy soaking through her sheer white panties. The obscene sounds of that animalistic throatfucking echoed against the walls of the council chambers as Anduin used the elf’s face to satisfy his urges, his enormous, cum-laden balls swinging hard and fast.

GLRK GLNK GNNGGRRFF!

Tyrande choked and gagged as every last inch of Anduin’s gigantic prick was stuffed down her throat, neck bulging with the sheer quantity of fuckmeat being crammed into her. Rivulets of thick, slimy spit ran down her chin, flowing from her lips as they splattered onto her fat, wobbling tits, those great elven melons having long ago fallen from the inadequate confines of her robes to bounce about, uninhibited. 

Both Tyrande’s hands were now upon Anduin’s thighs as she tried to stabilise herself, squatting as she was before the king. His low-hanging balls collided with her chin and jaw with every thrust of his hips, the lewd slurping, gagging noises becoming louder as the man neared orgasm. Part of her almost wished that someone, anyone, would walk in on them. Of course, the guards of the Keep were quite aware of what had been transpiring, having witnessed her losing her mind during her first fuck with Anduin. 

Of the many people whose knowledge of the gamy situation could have actual political ramifications, however, there was only Jaina Proudmoore. And even that hadn’t been confirmed. 

She left in such a hurry, Tyrande thought as she looked up at Anduin, the High King staring down at her, his face red with effort. As he held her head tight in his strong hands, thumb on her forehead, she let him use and abuse her throat as he saw fit, as the wet, sloppy noises of that throat-wrecking blended into a salacious sonata.

The blonde king, Tyrande had soon found out, had the stamina of a workhorse and the output of an elekk. The first of these attributes was now nearing its limit as the High Priestess felt those huge, cum-bloated balls clench tight, the arc of their swings reduced from the sudden tightness. He grunted hard and she could feel his hands clenching against her head, his breathing ragged as his thrusts briefly gained in speed.

Tyrande closed her eyes, awaiting her prize, her reward, her tongue writhing about eagerly against his cock, her cheeks caved in and her lips sealed tight around his incredible girth to create a perfect blowjob face. Soon, he found that she was sucking hard enough on his cock that he could move no more, and his hips ceased their movements. With a last, aching grunt, he began pumping his seed deep in her throat.

Anduin’s cock throbbed hard, veins bulging and pulsing as a torrent of hot, creamy fuckbatter coated Tyrande’s oesophagus, filling her stomach with heavy blasts of royal jizz. Sticky ballbatter flooded her insides as he hilted himself, every last inch of that elephantine knob lodged in her slutty mouth. 

Despite them speaking very few words, it could not have been clearer what was happening behind those doors, as muffled moans and lewd gurgles escaped Tyrande, her mouth a sticky mess of precum and saliva.

Pump after pump of heavy, creamy cum fillled her stomach until Anduin pulled out, drawing from her maw his colossus. Spears of quivering, off-white sludge would collide with Tyrande’s face, painting her with lines of jizz. She closed her eyes and allowed her tongue to roll out, shots of cum landing in her mouth and on her upper body, coating her whorish fuckpillows with dangling strings of spunk.

“Mm… delicious…” the cum-addicted she-elf moaned as she gathered up some of Anduin’s nut with her finger, sucking it off, savouring it as though it were some rare delicacy.  

A few final spurts of jizz landed on Tyrande’s cheek as Anduin placed his cockhead against the elf’s lips, which she cleaned up with hungered efficiency.

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Just outside the door, and under the effects of an invisibility spell, Jaina had listened to the entire thing.