Queen Talanji, the newly-crowned troll monarch of Zandalar, heard her footsteps echo through the Necropolis of Nazmir as she descended into the bowels of the temple.
“Bwansamdi!” the troll queen called out into the cold abyss that was his lair.
Her voice was initially met with silence. As the seconds ticked on, Talanji was growing more impatient. Her deity could be the most confounding and frustrating, and it always tested her patience whenever she had to make deals with him. Her father, the late King Rastakan had erred by ever making bargains with him in the first place, hoisting that same pact upon her with his death. But it was too late for that now. All she could do was make the best of it.
Finally, her call was answered with a familiar jovial laughter from out of the darkness. “‘Ello ‘dere, Princess Talanji.” His voice seemed to reverberate throughout the entire chamber, materializing from everywhere and nowhere all at once. “Oh…ma apologies! I should be callin’ ya Queen Talanji now. Old habits,” he cackled a resonant, ethereal laugh.
Talanji, unamused by the joke at her late father’s expense, crossed her arms. “As your servant, I beseech ya for your favor.”
Bwansamdi finally appeared before her as he revealed himself. His skeletal, macabre appearance and demeanor contrasted with his apparent jocular nature. The trolls’ loa of death hovered before her as he clapped his hands at her.
“Is dat so? he laughed chillingly. “Ya never appreciated ol’ Bwansamdi before. Never enjoyed bein saddled wit da pact ya father King Rastakan made wit me. Yet here ya be, beggin’ Bwansamdi for his favor.”
He floated right up to her so that he was mere inches away from her face. To her credit, the young queen did not move. An eerie chill permeated off the deity's physical form.
“I do ave to wonda what changed, hmm?”
She furrowed her brow. “Da talks ave concluded,” Talanji replied.
“Talks?” Bwansamdi asked. No doubt he knew exactly what she was referring to given his near-omnipotence, but he was being irritatingly coy.
“Da peace talks,” she answered. “She clenched her teal fists with brimming anger. “Da Proudmoore woman is to receive no punishment for her savage attack against Zandalar. Da rest o’ da Horde council overruled me.”
“D’aww,” Bwansamdi crooned with false sympathy. “No justice fer ya father, eh? Poor little queen. If only der were somethin’ Bwansamdi could do…”
She glared at him with icy coldness. “Enough wit da games, Bwansamdi. Just name ya price, and I will name what I want.”
He smiled malevolently at her. “Direct, eh? Very well den,” he replied, his voice no longer laced with amusement. “Tell ya what. We’ll save da price fer anotha time. Dis one’s on da house, as da human innkeepas would say in da east. What you be needin’?”
Talanji looked at him skeptically. She knew there was no “free” when it came to Bwansamdi. But she was saddled with this pact regardless. She’d deal with the consequences later.
She firmed her posture. “I want ya ta show me Lord-Admiral Jaina Proudmoore’s deepest desire.”
He intoned a devious chuckle. “So ya can take it from her?”
She gave no response, but it was enough for him.
“Hah! I didn’t tink ya had it in ya. Very well. Stand back, Queen. Dis will take a few moments.”
As she watched, Bwansamdi conjured a large glowing green orb into his spindly outstretched skeletal hands. He manipulated the orb until it grew larger and larger before stopping. He began to channel power into the scrying orb, like a navigator adjusting a spyglass to get a clearer view of what they were looking at.
Talanji paced back and forth, her bare feet padding over the cold stone floor of the necropolis. Jaina Proudmoore surely had magical defenses in place to prevent conventional magical means of spying on her. But she hoped that those security measures could not possibly account for a loa’s power.
After a few minutes, Bwansamdi perked up. “Oooh, now dis is very interestin’!” Bwansamdi mused, his skeletal visage stretching into a wide smile. He was seeing something in his orb that she could not.
“What is it?” Talanji asked, curious.
“See for yaself!” He faced the glowing green orb toward her and it began to illuminate. At first, Talanji saw nothing. But then the fog enshrouding Bwansamdi’s conjured orb began to fade and she could get a clear view of what she was looking at.
The queen was surprised at what she was seeing. Jaina Proudmoore’s personal chambers in Kul’Tiras. The Lord-Admiral was sprawled out on her bed in the tallest tower of Boralus, the capital city of Kul’Tiras, Jaina’s homeland.
And she was naked. Completely naked. The snowy blonde-haired archmage was reaching a finger up to tweak one of her pink nipples and fondle her full breasts, while the other hand was aglow with some kind of incantation. As Talanji watched, Jaina was using a conjured magical dildo, compelling it to pump itself in and out of her pussy, a wet sound heard throughout the room as the conjured sex toy pushed itself in and out of her. Jaina was whimpering and moaning softly as she pleasured herself.
Talanji had to begrudgingly admit that Jaina Proudmoore was a beautiful female. Her plump yet perky breasts were bigger than Talanji’s own, and her hourglass waist, curvy hips and snowy blonde hair were surely enough to turn the head of many a male on both sides of the conflict. The troll queen was not so blinded by her desire for revenge that she could not admit reality. It was a wonder that the attractive lord-admiral had yet to have any children, since she surely did not lack suitors.
Though it was slightly amusing to peep in on a private, unguarded moment for her enemy, Talanji did not see how this would help her get her revenge in any way…
“Oh…A- Anduin!”
Talanji blinked, the troll queen wondering if she’d heard that right. But sure enough, Jaina moaned the young human king’s name even harder a few moments later as she reached climax, her juices soaking the conjured dildo that was fucking her pink sex with steady, ceaseless pumping motions.
The troll queen turned to her loa benefactor hovering nearby, who wore a creepy, leering smile on his skull-like features as he watched the nude human woman collapse atop the bed in a tired heap as her orgasm came to an end.
“Enough,” Talanji said.
Bwansamdi obliged, dismissing the orb.
She stroked her chin, deep in thought for several moments as she wondered what could be done with this information. “I thought Jaina Proudmoore an’ young King Anduin were related. Dey both ‘ave golden hair,” Talanji mused aloud.
Bwansamdi chuckled. “Nah. You be needin’ better sources, Queen. De Lord-Admiral sees the boy-king as a nephew, but dey not related by blood.”
Talanji nodded, her mouth stretching into a smile for the first time since arriving in the loa’s dark lair. She began to formulate a plan. The perfect plan for planting the seeds of her revenge. But more preparations were in order first.
“Thank ya, Bwansamdi,” Talanji said, bowing to the loa of death. She was about to turn and leave, but he stopped her.
“Ah ah ah,” he scolded. “Before ya go, one last ting.”
He pressed his skeletal hands to her tummy. Talanji shut her eyes as power flowed into her body. A few moments later, he pulled his hands away. She looked down, and saw no change in her physical appearance.
“What did ya do?” she asked suspiciously.
“Call it protection. In case something goes wrong wit ya revenge plot. Can’t very well ‘ave anything bad happenin’ to ma chosen servant.”
She shook her head, disliking being looked at as “an investment” to the mischievous loa. Still, she was eager to proceed, mentally relishing putting her plan into action soon enough.
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King Anduin Wrynn walked the streets of Dazar’alor, the capital of the troll nation of Zandalar, with his entourage in tow. Anduin had brought just a large enough escort with him to see to his personal safety, though not large enough to make the locals more uneasy than they already were. Indeed, as he walked the aged stone streets of the Terrace of Crafters, many of the troll residents gave him and his royal escort scowls of disdain while others gave him looks of curiosity and interest, though they were in the minority.
Given what had transpired here previously, Anduin had been expecting a cold reception. Frankly it was a wonder they had been allowed into the city at all given the Alliance attack that Jaina had led against the city. It was a little too warm of a welcome, in the opinion of Matthias Shaw.
Indeed, Anduin’s spymaster was marching beside him, looking warily at the troll citizens on either side of the streets as the troll royal guards led them to the central pyramid.
“Perfect place for an ambush,” Shaw commented, his hand on the hilt of his weapon.
“Easy, Shaw,” Anduin said calmly. “Let us not do anything to provoke them.”
A group of troll youths began shouting obscenities at them, and Shaw’s head jerked in their direction. “Forgive me, my king. But you know how strongly I object to this visit. It’s far too dangerous for you.”
He sighed. “I understand, as I’ve said to you and the others. But I feel it is worth the risk. Queen Talanji would be a fool to break the peace treaty so soon after the war has ended.”
Shaw grumbled. “I worry less about the queen and more about her people.” He motioned his head to the surrounding hostile troll citizens watching these humans be escorted through their city. They were being held back by rows of the queen’s guards, but in the event of a mass riot, Anduin doubted that the queen’s guards or his own would be able to keep all of them back.
“Dey not welcome here!” a troll shopkeeper shouted, tossing a stone in his direction. Luckily the stone missed, and Anduin had worn his lion helm for this exact reason regardless. Still, his royal retinue and Shaw spun in the direction of the assailant, nearly drawing their blades.
“Stop!” Anduin shouted, and the guards froze on his command. “Ignore them. Keep moving,” he ordered firmly.
This city was a power keg that would take only one spark to go off, and he was not about to be the one to set it off. Not when he was so intent on mending relations with the troll nation as much as they feasibly could be mended. It was the reason why he had forbidden Jaina from attending these talks. Her presence here would only upset the trolls, given recent history. Regardless of how much he personally cared for his “auntie.”
The troll guards led them up the many steps of the pyramid of the Great Seal, the late King Rastakan’s royal palace - now the abode of his daughter, Queen Talanji. Sure enough, the female troll monarch in question was waiting for them at the top of the steps, her hands cupped in front of her patiently, her eyes fixed exclusively on him. Her expression was impossible to read, displaying neither contempt nor a welcoming demeanor. This was the moment where she would either welcome him cordially or spring a well-placed trap.
He and his entourage reached the top of the pyramid, standing before her and her assembled guards and advisors. The assembled trolls all towered over the ensemble of humans, sporting various skin tones of green, blue, gray, green, and purple. All had sharp tusks poking out from their mouths and some had intricate ritual tattoos of some cultural significance that were unknown to Anduin.
Talanji for her part wore a maroon-colored gown - a far cry from the elaborate, ceremonial gold inlaid garb she was known to wear. The only familiar piece of clothing that she wore was her usual ceremonial headdress as a sign of her station.
She gave him a bow. “King Anduin. Welcome ta Dazar’alor. I tank ya for acceptin’ my invitation.”
Anduin stood before her, the blond-haired young king giving a respectful bow in return. “Queen Talanji. Thank you for extending your hospitality to us. I know it was not an easy thing for you to do. My companions will show the utmost courtesy and respect whilst we are here.”
Talanji gave him a small smile. “Dat would be best.” She stepped aside slightly, inclining him to walk alongside her. It was a big gesture, considering recent history. She was treating him as an equal in the eyes of her own people. “Come, join me.”
Anduin and his entourage followed Talanji and her cohorts into the royal palace. She led them into a central antechamber, where a round ceremonial table was set up for both the troll and human delegations. To his surprise, instead of Anduin being seated completely opposite of Talanji across from the table like he was expecting, she seated herself down in the chair next to him on his right, with the other humans in his contingent to his left and the other trolls sitting to her right.
The peace talks commenced soon afterward. The trolls, naturally, opened with their restitution demands as a result of what they considered an unprovoked attack on their kingdom. They demanded a sum of coin to help pay for the restoration efforts to rebuild the city after the invasion and ease the grief of troll citizens that had lost loved ones in the attack. Anduin had expected this, though he managed to haggle his way down. It was not uncommon in Zandalar culture to haggle, even over a serious matter such as this, so they were not offended by this diplomatic maneuver. Eventually, Anduin agreed upon an amount.
When some of Talanji’s advisors turned the conversation toward harsher measures imposed upon Kul’Tiras, Anduin had to push back, however. Though Jaina was not mentioned by name, he knew that she was the focus of their ire. Anduin for his part had not actually known of Jaina’s intentions to assassinate King Rastakan at the time, but he kept this information to himself so as not to suggest discord amongst the Alliance leaders in front of the trolls. He merely countered their demands by bringing up the trolls’ obliteration of the Stormwind ships that they destroyed when they’d accidentally wandered into Zandari waters early in the war.
In the end, Anduin stood his ground, refusing to punish Jaina or his Kul’Tiran allies whilst agreeing to pay a sum of reparations for the attack. In return, the trolls would allow Stormwind trade routes through their waters to commence undisturbed. Surprisingly, Queen Talanji seemed quite agreeable to the terms. Considering how personal this all was for her given the death of her father, he was expecting more pushback from her. Throughout the talks, the queen was giving him smiles, even fluttering her eyes at him once or twice. It was confounding behavior to him; he would have expected her to hate him, given the circumstances. She was either a very forgiving sort, or was more cunning than he thought.
“I tink we have reached an accord,” Queen Talanji announced, standing up from her chair with a gem-encrusted goblet in hand. The rest of the trolls did likewise.
Anduin raised his own goblet up, taking a sniff. It was a cup of Darnassian red, from the smell of it. Shaw shot him a look, shaking his head.
Talanji noticed this and gave him a knowing smile. “If I was gonna kill ya, I would not use poison. Here, King Anduin.” She took a sip and then handed her goblet to him. “Drink mine.”
Anduin took a drink and the other humans reluctantly followed suit. After the toast, Talanji turned back to the gathering. “Now, in the interest of building relations between our people, I invite ya all ta enjoy da hospitality of ma palace tonight.”
The blond-haired king looked reluctantly at his entourage. Shaw in particular did not look pleased by this.
“Of course, I cannot compel ya ta stay. But it would…please me to have ya stay, King Anduin,” Talanji added.
Anduin nodded his head. “Of course, I will stay.”
Talanji gave a warm smile. “Excellent.” She stepped up to him, placing her hands gently on his shoulders. His guards were not happy by that, but Anduin waved them off. She turned to both the troll and human delegates. “The rest of ya: talk, eat, drink. King Anduin and I are departing to ma quarters to talk and dine in private, queen to king.”
Shaw cleared his throat. “My King, I really must protest this…”
“I’ll be fine, Shaw. I will speak with you again later.”
Shaw gave a grumble and sat into his chair, the spymaster taking another swig of wine as troll attendants brought him and his guards food. Talanji looped her arm through his to escort him to the royal quarters. Given the size difference between them, she had to lean down a bit to his level, but that did not seem to bother her.
She led him through the corridors of the palace, making an idle comment or two as she gave him a small tour. It was eerie to think that Alliance agents had once invaded these very halls a few months earlier, shortly before they’d killed her father. And he was now being willingly invited into her private quarters. A part of him wondered if Shaw was right to be suspicious. There was something…off about Talanji’s behavior.
Anduin kept a dagger close at hand, on his belt. His sword and armor had been disarmed once entering the palace, but he was allowed a dagger for his own protection. He sincerely hoped there would be no need for it. He had gotten along well with the troll queen thus far, and he only hoped it hadn’t all been an elaborate ruse to get him to lower his guard.
They reached two heavy doors. Talanji unlaced her arm from his, walking up to the doors. Anduin gulped as Talanji’s tall, slender form sashayed toward the two, her hips swaying in a titillating manner. Respectfully, he turned his head away, breaking his gaze from her enticing derriere beneath her dress. She looked over her shoulder with a smile as she pushed the doors open, stepping aside to allow him in.
Anduin was dazzled by how lavish Queen Talanji’s private quarters were. As a fellow monarch of a royal bloodline himself, he was no stranger to extravagance being hoisted upon him. But Talanji’s personal quarters had more gold finery than he’d ever seen contained in one room before. Even a small table in the center of the room seemed to be forged entirely of gold. The room was adorned with fine silks, gem-encrusted trinkets and other ancient artifacts that likely predated Stormwind itself.
Talanji walked him into the center of the room to the small gold table, nodding to one of the two chairs. “Please. Make yaself comfortable.”
Anduin obliged her, the young blond-haired human king sitting down, looking up at her patiently.
She smiled. “I will be with ya shortly.”
Anduin watched her pass by him, brushing her finger over his shoulder as she passed. He watched her retreat into the back portion of her chambers where her bed resided; a sheer see-through amethyst veil was the only thing separating the bedchamber from the rest of her quarters. Her hips swayed as she walked, and the king quickly averted his eyes with a blush when she looked over her shoulder at him with a smirk, seeing him admiring her posterior as she brushed aside the veil to her bedchamber.
He twiddled his thumbs aimlessly for a few minutes as he waited for her, hearing the rustling of fabrics in her back room. Eventually curiosity got the better of him, and he peeked over his shoulder to get a glimpse at what she was doing. His eyes widened when he caught the briefest glimpse of Talanji’s tall, slender naked form on the other side of the sheer veil blocking the back room. He briefly saw the gentle teal-colored swells of the troll queen’s breasts and her golden nipple piercings before he again averted his gaze, terrified that she might catch him peeping. The Zandalari evidently had far fewer qualms about casual nudity than humans did, Anduin reasoned. He could never bring himself to disrobe and change into a new set of clothes so openly in front of a fellow dignitary if the roles were reversed.
He flinched when he felt a hand gently touch his shoulder again. He looked up and saw Talanji standing over him with another smile, dressed in a different set of clothing. Although to call her new attire “clothing” was perhaps an overstatement. She was dressed in a sheer nightgown not dissimilar from the covering that “blocked” her bedchamber off from the rest of her quarters. The troll queen’s nude form was just underneath it, and Anduin did not have to look hard to see her puffy dark blue nipples or look down to see her bare, smooth sex between her legs due to her lack of undergarments. His cheeks burned and he knew he was likely bright red at that moment.
Talanji for her part was unphased by her relative state of undress, sitting herself in the chair opposite from him so that the table partially obscured her body. “Ma apologies for keeping ya waitin’, King Anduin.”
Anduin cleared his throat and once he had adequately picked his jaw up off the floor, replied, “N- no apology needed, Queen Talanji. I thank you for allowing me into your quarters.”
She smiled indulgently as she poured the both of them a goblet of wine each. After taking a sip, she clapped her hands. In short order, two troll servants filed into the room with trays of steaming hot meats and a fruit platter. Once finished, the two servants bowed and closed the doors behind them, leaving the two alone.
“Please,” Talanji offered, nodding to the spread of food.
Thankfully, it was a shared spread for the two of them to prepare their own dish rather than a plate being pre-made for him. That was likely done at Talanji’s direction so as to assure him that there would be no poisoning attempts made against him. Still, Anduin would be a fool not to be cautious regardless, and it was only once Talanji made her own plate that Anduin did so likewise and began eating.
After Talanji finished eating a bite, she asked, “How do ya like Zandalar?”
Anduin finished eating, pushing aside the plate. “It has been…welcoming, Queen Talanji.” He sized her up before taking a deep breath. “May I be forward?”
She smiled as she sipped her wine. “I welcome it.”
“Why have you truly invited me here?”
“To ma personal chambers?” she asked coyly.
“To Zandalar.”
Talanji blinked, surprised by how perceptive he was. She realized he was no fool and that there was an ulterior motive to her hospitality. She stood up onto her feet and approached him, leaning against the table as she reached out to brush one of her fingers over his chin. To his credit he did not flinch from the contact this time, even if he was perplexed by her strange behavior. It took all his willpower not to let his attention by absorbed by her enticing body
“I won’t lie to ya,” Talanji said. “I do have ulterior motives for invitin’ ya here. But I do have a genuine interest in mendin’ relations between our peoples. I swear dis.” Her fingers traced over the buttons of his jerkin before she looked into his face, deciding to lay her cards out on the table in a more firm, business-like tone. “I am prepared ta accept all da terms we discussed. And give Stormwind a few concessions.”
Anduin looked at her with surprise. “In exchange for?”
Talanji licked her lips. She reached down and cupped his crotch, causing him to suck in a breath. “Do I need ta say more?”
He gulped, feeling himself beginning to stir, his pants feeling tight suddenly. He had always heard that seduction for political gain was part of the “game” so to speak, but he hadn’t ever expected himself to be the target of such a tactic.
“Why?” Anduin asked once he found his voice again.
Talanji’s eyes took him in and she pondered before answering. “I ‘ave heard that you are still a bachelor among da female nobles of da Alliance. None of dem ‘ave gotten to ya and taken ya virtue…yet.” Something primal blazed in her blue eyes. “I want ta claim ya first.”
Anduin was dumbfounded by the troll queen openly admitting to talking about him like he was a prize to be taken. Still, he had asked for her honesty and she was giving in. She had to concede that to her. “I see,” he murmured softly.
She brushed her thumb over his lips, adding, “I will keep our relations a secret. No one in da Alliance will know.” Her mouth turned into a devious smirk. “Well…except for one.”
He looked at her, puzzled. “Who?”
Still grinning in a disconcerting manner, Talanji replied, “Jaina Proudmoore.”
And there it was. That was the true gambit. She wanted to use him to strike a blow to Jaina - the one Talanji truly held responsible for the death of her father. Still, it was not as if he and Jaina were married. She was like an aunt to him. While the prospect of him having sexual relations with the Zandalari queen would no doubt perturb Jaina somewhat, it would not strike a significant personal blow to her. Right?
“And if I refuse?”
Talanji chuckled. “Den the deal is off. And we may yet be foes again in future.”
Anduin sighed. While he disliked deals being made in absolutes and though there was undoubtedly a political angle here, Anduin still had much to gain from this. And shamefully, he had to admit that the prospect lying with Talanji was not an unpleasant one. Her body was…quite beautiful, even different as she was from a human woman.
It did not take him long to make his choice. He stood up from his chair.
“I accept.” Anduin’s words were spoken with surety and determination. His arms were folded behind his back as the blond-haired young prince stood firm before the troll monarch. “If this is what is required to mend relations between our people, then so be it.”
Talanja’s pursed lips curved into a smile. The troll queen began slowly clapping upon hearing his answer. “Good. Very good,” she replied.
“I only hope,” Anduin continued, narrowing his gaze at her. “That you uphold your end of the bargain, after I do this.”
“I give you ma word,” Talanji replied.
Anduin sighed. That would have to be enough. After standing awkwardly in the middle of her chamber, Anduin finally decided to make the first move. She had thus far done nothing, simply eyeballing him like he was a fascinating insect.
“Well…I suppose I should just…” his fingers went to the buttons of his finely stitched royal jerkin. Before he could, however, Talanji spoke up again.
“Stop.”
He froze immediately, wondering if she was already backtracking on the deal.
“I will do it,” the queen said with a smile, standing up onto her feet.
Anduin stiffened, nodding his blond head as he waited for her. Talanji closed the distance to him, her gaze fixed hungrily on him. He gulped, feeling very much like prey about to be devoured. Perhaps he would be. He wasn’t about to rule out the possibility.
His eyes could not help but follow the titillating saunter and sway of her hips as she approached him. The young human king’s cheeks grew warm as his eyes were eye level with her cleavage, her sheer gown revealing a great deal of her teal-colored skin. His gaze was not lost on her either, her toothy smile widening when she saw where his eyes were.
Standing mere inches away from him now, Anduin could fully realize the height difference between the two of them. She was at least a full foot taller than him, which nearly put his eye level directly with her breasts. Now that she’d stated plainly her intentions to lie with him, he felt no real inclination to avert his gaze out of respect.
As he was soon to find out, she certainly had no intention of being “respectful.”
She traced one of her three large fingers over the seam of his jerkin, thumbing the buttons. Anduin expected her to slowly, seductively unbutton his jerkin. He was dead wrong on that front. Before he could mutter out a word of protest or even flinch, Talanji had gripped both halves of his jerkin at its seams and gave a forceful tug with both hands.
An audible tearing sound filled the chamber followed by the pitter patter of the buttons dropping to the stone floor as Talanji ripped Anduin’s royal jerkin in half, flinging its tatters to the ground. Now bare from the waist up, Anduin felt the briefest twinge of surprise and even fear as he was disrobed in such a forceful fashion. The Zandalari queen was deceptively strong, and devious.
Burying his trepidation down as well as he could, he stood his ground as Talanji licked her lips, her eyes greedily taking in his lean, muscular torso. Though he was not the most burly man even amongst his own people or the warrior that his father was, he was nevertheless in good shape, possessing not an ounce of fat and having a bit of youthful muscle on him. If he was somehow lacking in any way by troll standards, Talanji made no indication of such inadequacies.
Talanji said nothing. Merely smiling and nodding with satisfaction as she appreciated his body for a few moments. She then reached behind her and drew out a ritual blade. Anduin again felt a brief tinge of uncertainty, wondering if she intended to vivisect him for some Zandalari ritual.
Instead, she sliced away the knot tying up his breeches, allowing them to slide down his legs and fall to the floor. Anduin held his posture other than briefly stepping his feet out of the destroyed breeches, leaving him now completely nude before the troll queen.
Anduin’s cheeks were flushed as she drank his body in. Despite being acclimated to being the center of attention as a monarch, whether he liked it or not, he had never been objectified in such a manner before. She had crudely torn away his clothing and left him bare before her, inspecting him like a slaver would inspect their latest stock. Indeed, in the days of old, the Zandalari Empire no doubt engaged in slavery, and Anduin found himself empathizing with its long-gone captives.
And yet somehow, against all possibility, Anduin found himself…getting turned on. Looking down at himself, he was sporting one of the stiffest erections he’d had in a long time. Despite how objectionable Talanji’s actions had been, treating him like a piece of meat, there was something about her confidence and power that was immensely arousing. His virgin cock, thick, long and throbbing was almost purple with how aroused he was, precum bubbling up from his tip.
Talanji immediately feasted her eyes on his twitching, hard member. Her indigo eyes blazed with lust as she studied every inch of peach-colored cockflesh. Knowing that he was hers to do with as she pleased, she did not keep her hands to herself for long.
She reached a hand down, wrapping her three fingers around his shaft. Anduin immediately sucked in a breath. This was the first time someone else was touching his manhood in his entire life. The sensation was…breathtaking.
“Magnificent,” Talanji purred in a husky tone. This was the first compliment she’d given him. No doubt there were troll males that were larger, but Anduin was above average for a human, and his cock had an enticing curve to it and plump head. He also kept himself well groomed and shaved.
Talanji unwrapped her fingers, gliding one finger delicately along his shaft from base to tip. When she reached his cocktip, her big pointer finger swirled along the pink head. Anduin shuddered as the most sensitive part of his member was explored by the tall female.
With a look of fascination and wonder, Talanji’s finger collected the dollop of precum on his tip, stretching it out nearly two feet away from his urethral opening into a long, clear strand.
“Poor King Anduin,” she clucked playfully. “Ya be so pent up. Ya crave sex, but ya be gettin’ no relief dese days, are ya?” Her mouth curved into a wicked smile, adding, “if ye auntie Jaina cares so much about ya, she’d empty ya of dis terrible lust.”
Anduin grimaced at her. “Jaina is like family to me.”
Talanji smirked coyly, seeming to know something that he didn’t. “So I ‘ave heard.” She backed up a few paces, sitting herself down in her chair and retrieving her goblet of wine. “Stroke it slowly. I want ta watch,” she ordered.
The young king hesitated for just a moment before wrapping a hand around his penis, slowly stroking it. It was a new experience for him to “perform” like this for an audience, and he could not help but feel like some sort of male stripper. Indeed, the troll monarch’s eyes were gobbling him up, taking a shameless look at not only his hand massaging his erect shaft but also his light skin, golden hair and slender chest.
Talanji drank her wine as she enjoyed the show. Her eyes honed in on the human’s cock twitching in his grip, also quite liking his nearly-hairless balls dangling just beneath his turgid manhood. Her teal skin was feeling flushed as she was given a private peep show from her first human male - the Alliance’s high leader, no less. It took her willpower not to reach down and begin rubbing herself, but already her wetness began seeping out of her onto the ornate chair beneath her.
The troll queen was patient when she needed to be. But after taking another sip of wine, she decided that patience was not her chosen virtue that day. “Stop,” she commanded. At once, Anduin ceased his masturbatory show, his hand falling to his side. “Come ‘ere, boy-king.”
He was peeved for the briefest of moments by the moniker, given that Talanji was around the same age as him, to his knowledge. Nevertheless, he did as he was told, approaching her as his cock bobbed between his legs as he walked toward her, sinking to his knees without needing to be told.
His eyes fell to her dripping wet sex beneath her sheer gown. “Go on den,” she said, parting her legs. Anduin gulped and nodded, placing his hands on her long legs.
Anduin’s hands smoothly slid aside the sheer hem of her gown, unveiling her blue sex to his gaze. He blushed when he got a close up view of it - his first time seeing a womanhood, and it did not even belong to a human woman. It was a breathtaking sight to him all the same; her mons was completely smooth-shaven, either because she had shaved it or because troll women did not grow hair there. He couldn’t say. Her bluish lips were swollen and shiny with her dewy fluids, as he’d read about in his anatomy books, a heady scent of her arousal filling his nostrils, intoxicating him. His eyes were immediately drawn to a golden piercing upon her clitoral hood.
Talanji smiled down at him as she used two of her long fingers to spread open her teal-colored sex to him, showing the inside of her cunt and how wet she was. “Take a good look, King Anduin. Ya gonna be inside soon.” She smiled, pressing her pointer finger into her sex. He watched as her orifice gently sucked the single digit in. “Right in dere.”
Anduin looked up at her, the young human king looking excited despite his trepidation. Though he was doing this for the sake of diplomacy, he understood the opportunity this gave him to explore and indulge beyond the scrutiny of his own people.
“If I may, my lovely Zandalari queen…” Anduin said. The young king endeavored to perform as well as he possibly could and endear himself to his troll counterpart, for the sake of his nation. He placed his hands gently on her inner thighs. “I wish to demonstrate my commitment to our deal by doing more than simply looking.”
His unexpected complement made her blush for a moment, taken aback as he got between her legs, dipping his head down. “What are ya…” She looked down at him with confusion. What in the Loas’ name was he…? Her blue eyes widened when his head descended between her long legs. When she felt the first brush of his gentle tongue against her sensitive nether lips, Talanji’s teal ass flexed, her legs shaking. “Oh! Oh…by Rezan…”
Instinctively, her thighs clamped down onto Anduin’s cheeks, her hands reaching down to hold onto his golden hair. Anduin looked up at her, pursing his lips and taking long licks, nuzzling his tongue past her folds and as deep into her sex as he could delve.
For Talanji, her thighs were trembling and bucking against Anduin’s ministrations, greedily thrusting her sex onto his questing lips and tongue. She had never seen or heard of troll males doing such a thing for their females. Was this something that all human males did for their females, or was this unorthodox for his people too? Talanji immediately decided that what he was doing simply felt far too good for her to care.
“Mo- more! Do na stop!” Talanji moaned, muttering something in her own tongue. Both hands pressed down on his golden head, all six of her fingers digging headrows into his locks as she ground her pussy against his mouth.
“Mmm,” Anduin hummed as he made a bobbing motion between the troll queen’s thighs. He was at that moment thankful that Wrathion had told him all about how to do this, that time they had both gotten drunk. He wriggled his tongue into her wet cunny, quite enjoying the taste of her. Her wetness soaked his lips and tongue, and he reached up to expose her clit from its hood. The golden piercing made it easy for him to identify, and he began flicking his tongue against that as well, prompting a yelp of delight from the Zandalari queen, grinding her pelvis against him even harder.
Talanji for her part felt like she was being fast-tracked to the quickest climax she’d ever had. It was as she was grinding her pussy against the surprisingly talented boy-king's silver tongue that she finally identified something that had gone unnoticed to her up to that point. She was alarmed at first when she spotted a small glowing orb, tucked away behind a lavish armoire.
A scrying orb, fixed directly on her and Anduin.
Her immediate impulse was to summon her guards, but she restrained herself. These scrying orbs were conjured devices of human mages that could only observe, nothing more. And she did not wish to tip off the orb’s master to the fact that it had been spotted.
Talanji’s mouth curved into a smile. There was only one mage she could think of who would have a personal interest in spying on the private negotiations of her young king and the Queen of Zandalar.
Knowing that her personal enemy was watching the boy that she secretly lusted after pleasuring her with his mouth, Talanji decided to give Jaina Proudmoore a show that she would not soon forget.
She spread her long legs open wider, gripping Anduin’s head with both hands and pumping him in and out between her thighs. “Yes, King Anduin! Like dat! Harder! S- so good! You’re going ta make me unravel!” she screamed.
Anduin, who was still oblivious to his auntie’s orb peeping on him, merely obliged her by doubling his efforts, his eyes looking up into her face to gauge her reactions. His tongue licked and lapped, wriggled and curled inside her while he worked at her sensitive clit. His eyes lit up as another unconventional idea came to him. He paused his tonguework for a moment, murmuring a silent prayer to the Light. All at once, his fingertips were bathed in a gentle golden glow. With Talanji distracted, her eyes slammed shut and her head tilted to the ceiling, Anduin made his move.
Talanji’s eyes shot open and her hips bucked upwards, nearly knocking Anduin down in the process as a squeal of shock and bliss spilled from her lips. Anduin’s lips had sealed themselves to her clit while he had covertly slipped two of his fingers inside her sodden blue cunt. His fingers were serenely warm to the touch, and spreading some kind of tingling sensation through her nethers as he gently thrust them in and out of her sex with a wet sound filling the room.
The troll queen had heard from Sylvanas and Nathanos about Anduin’s affinity with the Light, but she never imagined him employing his priestly powers for such a purpose before. These sensations combined blended together to make her orgasm hard, her climax literally spilling out of her. Anduin had to grip her teal inner thighs for leverage as her juices came pouring from her sex, bathing his lips and tongue. All while her hands kept him pressed between her spread legs, locking him in place and preventing him from moving.
“Das it! Consume ma essence, little lion!” she moaned, echoing the derogatory moniker Sylvanas Windrunner had given Anduin.
Anduin had no intention of pulling away even if she hadn’t locked her thighs around his head. He had just brought this beautiful albeit domineering female to orgasm, and he felt rather drunk from the accomplishment of doing so. His cheeks ballooned slightly from her succulent juices filling his mouth as he struggled to swallow it down.
When at least she was finished, she collapsed into her ornate chair with a sigh, finally relaxing her legs and freeing him from her embrace. When she opened her eyes, she smiled from the state he was in. His handsome face was covered in a glaze of her juices and his previously well-kept blond hair was not a bit out of sorts.
Talanji tilted her hips up at him, grinding her soaked cunny against his lips a bit for good measure as she chuckled. “I ‘ave heard ya are not much of a warrior like ya father, King Anduin. I quite tink ya look better like dis. Maybe between a female’s legs is where ya truly belong.”
Anduin gave her an annoyed look, but her teasing words did not seem to faze him much. Talanji saw the scrying orb still watching them out of her peripheral vision and she inwardly delighted in the knowledge that Jaina was just forced to watch her young crush bringing her to a screaming orgasm. Oh how the Proudmoore woman probably wished that she could have been in Talanji’s place.
The troll queen suddenly felt very invigorated and ready for more. She stood up onto her feet, Anduin’s eyes widening as he watched her quickly shed her sheer gown, baring her nude body to him. She hauled him to his feet, his face brushing against her chest and her golden nipple piercings as a result of the height difference between the two of them. Talanji had been envious that her bust was not as large as Jaina’s, but it comforted her to note that Anduin did not seem to object to what was currently staring him in the face.
Anduin’s eyes widened once more when the tall troll woman gave him a rough shove, sending him onto his back. Once again caught off guard by her deceptive strength, Anduin managed to catch himself on the stone ground at the last second. He was unable to prevent his ankles from being grabbed by the troll queen, however. Nor could he stop her from folding his body back into the most vulnerable position he could have ever imagined himself in.
His face blushed with the humiliation of it as Talanji spread his legs back and open, his cock twitching and sticking up at a ninety degree angle, still throbbing and fully erect for her and bubbling up clear precum from its flushed pink tip. Talanji looked down at him like a predator eying a juicy piece of meat. In this case literally, as her eyes were fixated on his hard cock. She swung her long teal legs over him and prepared to seat herself onto her fleshy phallic throne.
She gripped both of his ankles in her hands, positioning her smooth blue vulva directly over the tip of his cockhead, her clitoral gold piercing twinkling. A droplet of her arousal dripped from her pussy and crowning his cockhead, intermingling with the precum glaze there. She was a mere inch away from penetrating herself onto his shaft.
“I’m going to fuck ya,” Talanji crudely stated, her voice dripping with honeyed lust as she squatted above him. “Not like a queen fucks a king. But like a queen fucks a slave! Gonna ride ya tell ya beg me ta stop!”
Any words he might have uttered in response to this declaration were stolen from his lips. Indeed the moment he began to speak, his words devolved into a gasp as Talanji cunningly took that precise opportunity to drop her hips, impaling her tight Zandalari pussy onto his throbbing human member.
Anduin was not prepared for her surprisingly tight teal inner walls to immediately and suddenly encase him and begin milking his tender, sensitive shaft. “L- Light!” Anduin groaned, clawing at the stone floor beneath him.
Talaji threw her head back with a triumphant moan as his long peach-colored cock filled her up, touching her insides and stimulating her nicely. She held onto both of his ankles as she looked down at him with a pleased grin.
“Ah,” she sighed with delight. “I just took it from ya, you know.”
He looked up at her, finding it difficult to even think as he was treated to the sight of his shaft swallowed up inside her teal-colored pussy, the anatomical difference between them striking. “W- what?” he asked with confusion.
“Ya virginity,” Talanji explained with a smirk. She knowingly looked up at the scrying orb watching them. She reveled in the fact that the watching archmage could get a very clear view of the action from this angle. She imagined Jaina Proudmoore reduced to the role of a hag cuckquean, unable to stop herself from masturbating herself on her bed while her scrying orb honed in on the sight of her boytoy’s plump prick sliding inside the troll queen’s cunt again and again. All while cursed with the knowledge that Talanji had definitively beaten her to taking Anduin Wrynn’s cherry. It was her prize now. And always would be. Jaina could not do anything about that.
Talanji gripped his ankles and rode him hard, sliding up and down his cock between his spread-open legs with abandon. Every now and again she gave a subtle glance in the direction of Jaina’s scrying orb, fueled by the idea of making Anduin’s secret “auntie” admirer a cuckquean from afar. His long cock was hitting every good spot inside her, and the husky moans that came tumbling from her lips were genuine. His astonished gazes up at her and the permanent blush she’d given him from his body being folded into such a humiliating position only added to her primal arousal.
As she rode him, Talanji reached down behind him to spank his firm bum, prompting a yelp from the golden-haired boy king. “Ya like ta be on the bottom of a true queen, don’t ya?”
Anduin, still blushing, nodded his head, barely able to muster up a word from her tight love tunnel gripping him tightly and massaging his no-longer-virgin shaft.
Talanji chuckled, feeling more emboldened to play up to her dominant act now that he was going along with it. “In da old days of our empire, you would ‘ave been made a male prize slave, shared wit all da royal females of Zandalar!”
Anduin, clenching his teeth and watching her pert breasts bobbing and swaying as she rode him in such a dominant position above him. His cock appeared and disappeared inside her with smooth strokes thanks to how wet he was from his efforts earlier.
“I am - oh Light! - happy to adapt to be a good guest here in your city and sweeten our deal as much as I am able to,” Anduin replied, ever the diplomat. “And…only a fool would object to lying with such a beautiful woman. Even if it’s flat on a stone ground,” he added with a small, nervous laugh.
Talanji was caught off guard by his answer and hesitated for just a moment before she continued pumping herself up and down atop his pussy-pleaser. Sex with a human male had thus far proven to be an enjoyable experience for her, and Anduin had proven not to be a hothead or react with hostility toward her attempts to take small jabs at him. The more time she spent in his company, the more she realized that Anduin did not possess an ego like many males did, even males of her own people. And while there was undoubtedly political gain for him, he did not have to compliment her as much as he was. And she sensed that his words were genuine and not merely intended to butter her up.
As pleasurable as this was, her interest in dominating him or humiliating a certain archmage was beginning to abate.
Talanji suddenly stopped, letting go of Anduin’s ankles and letting them fall back into a normal position. She withdrew herself from his cock, rising up from his prick as it wetly slipped out of her, clear strands of her arousal dripping from his snatch and onto his shaft as she did.
She said nothing, sauntering over to her bed and tossing aside her headdress onto a nearby chair as she shook her flowing purple hair down to her bare shoulders. Anduin’s eyes widened, realizing that he had never seen the troll queen without the headdress before. Talanji got atop her bed and crooked her finger at him in a come hither motion. Anduin did not even think twice before rising to his feet, padding into her back room and standing at the foot of her massive bed.
Talanji leaned back against the ornate headboard of her bed. With a seductive smile, she spread her toned, very long teal legs open for him. With one of her three fingers, she reached down to rub her wet pussy. Anduin gulped as he watched her pointer finger brushing back and forth over her golden clitoral piercing as it twinkled in the candlelight at him.
“I ‘ave ‘eard a human sayin’. ‘Makin’ love,’” the queen said, her cheeks flushed a darker shade of blue. “I want ta try dat. Join me.”
Anduin by now did not need to be asked twice. Deal or no deal, he was a hot-blooded young man with needs of his own. Needs that had not been satisfied by this point in his life. He’d agree to just about anything the troll queen compelled him to do at that moment. He nodded his head, climbing atop the plush bed. He got between her long legs bent at the knees as she shifted slightly to accommodate him with a tusky smile.
His throbbing, long pale cock brushed over her teal-colored labia, purposefully rubbing himself against her wet sex and stimulating her clit. She hummed huskily and cooed, her hands stroking his biceps.
“Enough teasin’,” she purred. “Put it inside me.”
He nodded eagerly, the blond-haired human settling his flushed pink head against her sex hole, her blue petals molding around his mushroom-shaped helmet. He gave a firm push with a small gasp and he heard her likewise suck in a breath as his long, peach-colored member slid all the way inside her soaking wet, tight teal-colored love tunnel.
“Ah! Dat is it…” she licked her lips while she rolled her hips up at him to stir his hard cock around inside her. She paused briefly to give a subtle glance in the direction of Jaina’s scrying orb watching them, grinning to herself as what she said next was meant to be heard by a certain peeping archmage. “Perfect fit, like ya were made only for me.”
Anduin barely heard what she said. Her inner walls were rhythmically squeezing around him in a breathtaking sensation. Her vaginal membranes were massaging every inch of his turgid shaft in a velvety, milking embrace. He shifted his hips back and forth a bit to get reacclimated to being inside the troll queen’s honeypot.
“Alright… let’s do it nice an’ slow dis time. We ‘ave all night long, if we need it,” Talani said, licking her blue lips.
Anduin nodded his head, beginning a slow, stroking in-and-out motion inside her tight pussy. Talanji cooed and let out a serene “Mmm” sound each time his spongey cockhead made its descent, touching delicate nerve endings inside her sex. She wrapped her long teal legs around his naked, glistening back. Her long, spindly arms likewise reached around him to playfully grip his flexing buttocks, giving them gentle squeezes as he worked his way in and out of her wet core.
While they fucked at a slow pace, Anduin looked up into her face at one point, finding himself dazzled by her blue eyes. He could not say he was “in love” with her. Even he was not so naive, desperate and inexperienced in pleasures of the flesh to make such an admission during his first time. But was finding himself at least entranced by the young troll queen’s beauty.
And it seemed the feeling was mutual in some sense. Talanji reached one of her hands up, her pointer and middle finger gently playing with a few strands of his golden hair. She seemed fascinated by it.
“What is it?” Anduin asked with amusement. He held himself still inside her, his long cock twitching in her velvety sheath.
She gave him a playful little slap on his boy butt, urging him to keep stroking in and out of her at a steady pace. Nevertheless, once he began moving again, she answered his question. “Your ‘air. It is the color of Zuldazar’s sands. Ma people do not ‘ave dis hair color. I like it.”
Anduin smiled at that, pleased that she was not put off by the stark physical differences between their bodies. If anything, he himself was growing used to those differences and appreciated hers as well.
“Well,” he responded, gulping as he readjusted himself briefly. Her sex was feeling far too good, especially when he felt the sensitive spot beneath his cockhead getting touched each time he brushed deep inside her. “My people don’t have purple hair much either. Though I have grown used to it since we are allies with the night elves.” He reached up and swirling his pointer finger around in some of the wavy locks of her purple hair. “I like yours too.”
Talanji smiled at that, returning both hands to his buttocks to guide his motions in and out of her needy wet sex. He changed his angle slightly, and she arced her back, her perky breasts and dark nipples pointing up toward the ceiling as she crooned with delight.
“Ooo… right… dere!” Talanji moaned, pushing her hips up at him so that his cockhead was pushing against that same sweet spot again.
Anduin looked down at their point of union and repeated the motion with slow, gentle little thrusts, and she bobbed her head approvingly. “Mmm …like dat, like dat,” she moaned, smiling. He began honing in on that spot, sliding in and out of her tight cunt and hitting her sweetest spot with each stroke, prompting more moans from her. Moans that were not feigned. Moans that he was producing from her lips. “Ya cock feel so good inside me. Ya be so much shorter den me…” she playfully used her kegels to squeeze his shaft in a velvety grip “...but ya feel perfect down dere inside me.” He blushed from her compliment to him. If she was trying to flatter him, it certainly worked.
As he kept thumping and bumping his hips, pumping his cock in and out of her at a steadily-increasing pace, Anduin leaned down to capture one of her dark blue nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicked at her golden nipple piercing, sucking on the hard bud as Talanji gasped.
Plap, slap, plap, plap, slap, plap.
She pushed her hips up into his thrusts, synchronizing with the human king quite well as the sounds of their fucking resounded through her personal chamber. She panted with excitement as her arousal grew, her sex getting stimulated nicely by his healthy, plump cock.
“How ya feel inside me, ‘uman?”
He groaned as he felt her clenching down around him, still putting her kegels to work in “squeezing” his shaft in a milking caress. “A- amazing.” He leaned up to look at her. Her teal cheeks were flushed from their workout, and it only thrilled him even more. “You’re - oh Light! - y- you’re quite lovely, Talanji,” he murmured. He reached a thumb down to stroke her sensitive clit. His fingers bloomed in a golden glow and Talanji shivered from the pleasant tingle of him using his holy magic on her again in tandem while his stroking.
His words turned her on even more as she spread her legs open even wide so he could pump his shaft even deeper inside her. “Ya sweet-talka,” she giggled, snagging his lips into a kiss. She leaned his forehead against his, reaching around to grip his firm buttocks in both hands. “Let’s go a little fasta.”
Anduin nodded in complete agreement, increasing the pace of his pumping motions in and out of her. She hummed with pleasure as his cock slid in and out of her. From this angle, she got a good look at their interspecies mating, watching his shiny peach-colored shaft emerging, covered in her arousal before disappearing inside her again. He fit her tight cunt perfectly, his shaft nice and plump and long, but not overly so, soothing all of her aches inside her cunny and rubbing her g-spot. And he was attentive to her needs, rubbing her clit, leaning his head down to kiss and flick his tongue against her hard blue nipples, playfully biting the golden piercings with his teeth. He was far more attentive than any troll male she’d personally seen. It was almost hard to believe he was a virgin, frankly.
“Mmm…ya,” she cooed, reaching down behind him to gently cup his balls, delighting in their warmth as he continued servicing her with his cock. “King Anduin?”
“Hmm?” he groaned, his lips currently suctioned to one of her tender blue nipples.
“When was da last time ya emptied yaself?” She ran her fingers through his blond locks.
Anduin popped his mouth off of her nipple. “It’s been…weeks.” His face scrunched up as she felt her velvety troll pussy milking his cockflesh.
Talanji’s eyes widened. “Weeks?” she repeated with bated breath. Her fingers gently stroked his gonads. “By da loa…ya balls gonna be so full!” She pulled his head down to her, thrusting her tongue up into his mouth and swirling it around the inside of his mouth. When she pulled her lips away, a string of spit connected her lips to his. “When ya feel dat familiar tingle, I want ya to push yaself as deep inside Talanji as ya can, ya? Shoot every last drop of ya ‘uman seed inside me! I want everything ya got stored inside dese,” she said, emphasizing these words by gently squeezing his full balls, “ta be pumped into ma womb!”
Anduin mumbled out a reply, quickly nodding his head as he built up a stronger pace, pumping away between her long, spread legs. Her hands gripped his bum, giving greedy squeezes to his firm butt with both of her hands while she aided him in burying himself deep inside her. The bed thumped against the wall as their fucking reached its crescendo. After the skillful oral and fingering he’d given her and the dominant amazon fuck that had primed them up, both the troll queen and human king were a pent up wellspring of lust that was about ready to burst.
And burst it did. Talanji moaned a prayer to the Loa as she came for the second time that night, her juices washing over his shaft. Anduin in his inexperience had not realized how wet a woman could get during sex, and his studies on the subject had not prepared him for this. His well-groomed patch of blond pubes were soaked in her clear vaginal secretions and her walls rippled around him in a snug, rhythmic sensation, compelling him to fill her with his seed.
As she specifically requested, Anduin did not pull out of her whereas he might have otherwise. He pushed himself as deep inside her as he could and simply let nature take its course. He tossed his blond head back toward the stone ceiling and let out a boyish choking gasp as the cum rushed from his balls, up his shaft and painting her cervix. His soft mushroom-shaped cockhead kissed the entrance to her womb, shooting several thick, warm ropes of his baby batter deep into the troll’s queen’s uterus.
And thanks to Bwansamdi’s cunning interference, one gushing ejaculation from the young human king would ensure that his human sperm would soon find her ripe egg. Though at that moment, neither Anduin or Talanji were yet aware of just how fertile she had been when his warm semen drenched her insides.
Talanji, none the wiser, wrapped her limbs around Anduin while snagging his lips with hers to muffle his moans while he inseminated her. Even if Anduin had intended to pull out, her tight embrace ensured that he would not have been able to. Thankfully, Anduin was in the throes of his lust and was more than happy to drain his balls inside her, especially after he’d been letting himself marinate in the celibacy that came with being a busy king for months and months on end.
Both finished, Anduin withdrew in more ways than one. His lips pulled away from hers, not even caring that her tusks had nicked his lip a little in midst of their passion. At the same time, he drew his semi-limp shaft from her cum-filled depths with a wet sound as he escaped her. Talanji giggled giddily from the wide-eyed look he gave between her legs. She generously spread her long legs open, hoping Jaina’s scrying orb got a good look at just how much her virile “nephew” had filled her up as well.
“Ya really were backed up!” she chuckled, swirling a finger around inside her. “From now on, ya take a ship over to Zandalar whenever ya need to empty yaself. Clearly ya auntie Jaina ain’t doin’ it enough for ya.”
Anduin rolled his eyes, collapsing on the bed beside her. “Please stop talking about Jaina like that.” He panted as he caught his breath from their intense workout, wiping his forehead.
Talanji smirked, deciding to take mercy. “Alrigh’, alrigh’, I won’t mention ‘er again.” When she looked into the corner of the chambers, she saw that the scrying orb was not there anymore. Perhaps Jaina would be stewing in her jealousy after what she’d seen. Either that or she had to rub herself raw. Either prospect was a delightful one to the troll queen.
Looking at the mess he’d made inside her, Anduin began looking for a strip of linen or some kind of cloth. Talanji looked at him with amusement as he searched for something.
“What is it?” She was idly rubbing her cunt as dollops of his creamy white cum leaked from her pussy onto the bed.
“I am just…searching for something to help tidy you up.”
Talanji smiled at this, waving her hand. “Dat is sweet. But not necessary. Come back to da bed.”
Anduin gulped from the ravishing sight of the troll goddess’ lean, glistening teal body atop the bed. He was easily swayed from such a sight as he returned to her, sliding into bed next to her.
She propped her chin up on her elbow as she spooned herself up against Anduin’s body. “I must admit…dat was quite good,” she admitted, tracing a finger lazily over his slender chest.
Anduin nodded in agreement with a smile. “I agree. And I hope I demonstrated my commitment well.”
Talanji was silent for several moments, leaning down to nibble and kiss his sweaty chest. She seemed to not get enough of him, even in the aftermath of their coitus. “I will admit to ya…I did just want to humiliate and use ya at first. Revenge for the Battle of Dazar’alor, ya see,” she admitted. She looked up into his face. “But you’re a good male wit a kind heart, Anduin Wrynn. I see dat now.” He maintained a respectful silence, but he gave an endearing smile as she admitted this to him.
She planted kisses down his body, migrating lower and lower until she reached his semi-limp cock. Now that it was close to her face, she inhaled his musk, enjoying its shape, skin tone and the sheen of leftover cum and her own juices covering it. She licked her lips hungrily.
“I am gonna make it up to ya.”
Anduin’s eyes widened as her head descended between his legs. “Oh… that will not be necess- OH!”
His words were cut off as the troll queen intoned a hungry, husky hum in her throat as she swallowed his member. As always, she was not about to take no for an answer, her head bobbing as her lips and tongue brought fresh blood pumping into his sex organ once again. Gentle sucking and slurping sounds filled the room and Anduin stroked a hand through her purple hair as she amorously serviced him with her mouth. As she hollowed her cheeks out and bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft, her eyes never left his. It brought an even brighter blush to his cheeks, if such a thing were even possible, to have her gazing at him with such…adoration while she nursed his member.
She was beginning to feel like his genuine lover rather than just a cunning seductress hell-bent on dominating him for her own amusement.
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Talanji and Anduin’s legs were intertwined as they slept. After she had sucked an orgasm out of him - returning the favor for what he’d done with his mouth earlier - they’d fucked again one more time before finally crashing into a slumber. It would be an hour or so before sunrise, and they would both be expected to return to their respective delegations. Anduin’s entourage in particular were no doubt anxious to confirm that she had not sacrificed their king as part of some Zandaliar blood ritual during the night.
Of course, Talanji’s sleep was awakened by a familiar ethereal voice chuckling as her chosen Loa communed solely with her. Anduin slept with his head nestled on her pert breast, oblivious to her private communion with the troll god of death.
“Ello, ello, ma little Queen!”
“Bwansamdi?” she heard the loa’s voice rattling in her head. “What do ya want?” she asked irritably back to him in her mind.
He chuckled. “Oh nothin’, nothing’. I ‘ope you’re ‘aving fun. Oh, and I also wanted ta congratulate ya.”
“Congratulate me? On what?”
“Oh becoming a mother, of course! Queen Talanji ‘as herself an heir, finally!”
Talanji’s eyes shot open with shock. Anduin was still asleep, his sweaty blond hair clinging to her teal skin as he rested his head against her bosom. He had a blissful smile on his face as he slept soundly.
“Becoming a…mother?!” she repeated back to him.
Bwansamdi laughed. “Oh yes, oh yes. One of da ‘uman boy king’s swimmas just found ya egg and began fertilizin it! Right…now, as a matter o’ fact!”
Talanji touched a hand to her lower belly. There was no way Anduin could’ve …after one round of sex. “H- how do ya even know dis, Bwansamdi?”
“Oh well…ol Bwansamdi may ‘ave put a detection spell on ya womb. Ol Bwansamdi may ‘ave also increased ya fertility too. Gotta give da human boy credit though. He got strong seed. I just gave it a teeny nudge in the right direction.”
The troll queen’s head was swimming. Initially she thought to dismiss this as just one of Bwansamdi’s usual tricks, but she quickly realized he was telling the truth. If she was not pregnant, that would be easy enough to disprove in time anyway when her belly did not start swelling. If Bwansamdi told her she was knocked up, then she was knocked up. Period.
Though she wasn’t pleased with the Loa’s trickery being partially responsible for this, she realized that this was not exactly the worst turn of events. She had not known that it was even possible for human seed to impregnate her, but this turn of events would improve relations between their two nations. That was a genuine goal of hers, after all.
That, and humiliating the human sorceress who killed her father. Talanji smiled, resting her head against Anduin’s as she fell back asleep.
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Months later…
“Anduin, I believe she hexed you.”
Anduin rubbed his temples as he and his entourage walked up the steps of the Great Seal. This was his first time back since he’d arrived to Dazar’alor to negotiate with Talanji all those months ago. And this would be Jaina Proudmoore’s first time in the city since she had launched her invasion.
“Auntie, we’ve talked about this. It was consensual,” he explained. The blond-haired king looked at the snowy blond-haired woman and his mother figure walking in lockstep with him. She was dressed in her usual regalia that was equal parts that of an admiral and an archmage. Her silver Kul’tiran necklace twinkled in the sunlight over her bosom. Anduin quickly averted his eyes, not wanting to be caught gawking at his “auntie” in such a way.
Jaina for her part seemed to hate every second she had to spend in this city, her lips drawn into a thin, grim line. But Anduin knew she was not irrational. After all he had done to mend relations with Zandalar, he knew she would not do anything to jeopardize it now. But it was clear she wanted to wrap this business up as soon as possible.
“I am not blind the political benefits, Anduin,” Jaina grumbled. “But this…woman is not to be trusted. Even if she is…pr-
She stopped herself, not even able to get the word out. Anduin and Jaina had reached the apex of the pyramid. And there, waiting for them with a smug and welcoming smile on her face like last time, was Queen Talanji. The troll queen wore one of her more traditional ceremonial robes and her headdress.
She had one hand resting on a very obvious baby bump.
If looks could kill, Jaina would have shot Talanji dead. She had a scowl on her face, but Talanji was unfazed. She raised her hands into the air. “Welcome to Dazar’alor, fatha of ma child.” She turned to Jaina with a wide smile. “And Lord-Admiral Jaina Proudmoore. I am pleased you accepted ma invite. Dis be better circumstances den da last time ya were in Dazar’alor, no doubt.”
Swallowing her pride and contempt, Jaina gave a curt bow. “Queen Talanji. I am honored to be here as a representative of the Alliance. And to support my King,” she said, linking her arm with Anduin’s.
Talanji noticed the jealous gesture but did not comment on it, giving her a knowing smirk. “Indeed.” She stepped up to her and Jaina held her ground. The troll queen reached over, seductively using her fingers to make a little tiptoeing motion across Anduin’s arm. The young king gulped and his cheeks turned warm, making Jaina seethe and clench a fist as she stood beside him.
The troll queen looked back at Jaina again. “I am pleased dat you and I will be seeing more of each otha. After all,” she said, leaning forward to whisper in low tones with a devious smile while pressing a hand to her baby bump again, “we are relatives now. And I be lookin’ forward to…gettin’ to know ya betta with Anduin ere wit us.” She gave Jaina a knowing wink, one that the archmage was not expecting in the least, given the previous hostility shown to her by the Zandalari monarch.
Jaina’s mouth opened and shut, flustered by what Talanji was insinuating. Surely she did not mean…the two of them together, with Anduin shared between the two of them?!
Anduin for his part looked equally confused, the blond-haired young man looking back at his “auntie” in a way he never had before. Jaina gulped and felt her cheeks grow warm.
Before either human could process this, Talanji had already taken the human king by the hand, while her other hand rested on her baby bump. Anduin’s arm was still linked with Jaina’s, as the smirking troll queen hoisted her two guests along toward her chambers, intent on continuing their diplomatic meeting in a more private setting.
THE END