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Marriage of the Priest and the Sorceress (WoW)	By : EnigmaticOutlander Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 12507 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Marriage of the Priest and the Sorceress
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Author’s Note: Well, another story comes and goes. After this one, my story schedule is pretty clear in comparison to before. Struggling to keep focused on writing whilst also doing a bunch of writing and basic ass school work for university/college. XD

But ya, here is Jaina again. :P I admit I love her, but I am not trying to write all my WoW content on her. Hahaha! But this was too juicy of a story idea to pass up. Hope everyone enjoys!

Themes: Pseudo-Incest, Hardcore Fucking, Impregnation, Oral, Marriage, MILF

“M-Marriage?” The simple statement echoed in the large, stone room of Stormwind Keep. Anduin Wrynn, King of Stormwind, High King of the Alliance and the commander of all Alliances forces in Azeroth, was completely flummoxed at the statement coming from his advisor, Genn Greymane. Leaning against the table where a large world map of Azeroth lay along with scrolls, books and various devices, Anduin couldn’t help but wonder if this was a joke. “Why would you suggest such an idea? In the midst of yet another war for our world?” Genn, even the pragmatist, rolled his eyes as a wide smirk slid onto his lips. He crossed his arms as he leaned back. “Because, your Majesty, you have no heir. There is nobody currently in line for the throne of Stormwind, nor any potential future leader for the Alliance, that is set in stone. Theoretically, this is fine in the short term, but if you were to die suddenly…”

The older man shook his head as a frown slid over the smirk. “… the Alliance would be thrown into utter chaos. Your kingdom would fall into disarray as it tried to figure out who would be the next king. And Stormwind is by far one of the most crucial pieces of the Alliance. Between the military support and economical strength of Stormwind, the kingdom must never be plagued with possible leadership woes again. Not whilst we still fight a war with the Horde.” A mutual frown creased Anduin’s face as he looked away, a red tinge stinging his cheeks as he considered the advice. The Gilnean was correct in his assessment, however much Anduin did not want to admit it. He was a man now, young and growing in experience but a man still. And he was the last of his family.

A loud groan escaped the young king’s throat as he cupped his hands over his face. Genn couldn’t help but chuckle as she took a step forward and gently patted the younger man on the shoulder comfortingly. “Don’t think about it too much. It’s not like we need you to go find a young, eligible gal and begin wooing her with thrilling tales of the Alliance. We will draw up a list of possible candidates for you—” From his side a scroll was shoved into view, causing the pair to jump in surprise as Master Mathias Shaw silently stood there. Taking the scroll reluctantly, Genn unrolled it and began reading, only to glance at Mathias and roll his eyes. “Figures you would have already accounted for this…”

Slowly the two older men turn to Anduin, who stood in tense anticipation. When they weren’t immediately forthcoming with the information, Anduin pounded his fist into the table. “Well? W-Who are the candidates?” Smirk blazing widely on his lips, Genn let out a rough “aaaahem” before his voice ringed through the room. “The best candidates are as follows… Tess Greymane, Shandris Feathermoon, and Jaina Proudmoore.” His eyes glanced up at Anduin to see a shocked look upon the priest’s face. “Arguments for Tess: whilst I am reluctant to bring my daughter into an arranged marriage, she is an option. Would bring our families closer together, giving Gilneas and Stormwind close ties together once more, even more potent than they already are.”

Anduin staggered back into the chair behind himself, his eyes wide as Greymane continued. “Arguments for Shandris: a powerful warrior who is the adoptive daughter of Tyrande and Malfurion, whilst General of the Sentinel Army to boot. Whilst unusual and not the most welcome of ideas from them, they realize it would help tie the band of friendship and permanent alliance between the night elven people and the humans of Stormwind. Especially with the tragedy of Teldrassil having happened so recently, they would welcome the furthering of unions.” The worgen began slowly pacing around the table, his hands holding the scroll firmly as he resisted the urge to chuckle at the expense of his king. “And lastly… Jaina. Despite your close relationship with her—” Wrynn stared up in blatant disbelief. “She is basically my aunt in everything but BLOOD, Genn. How could I even think about marrying her, let alone f-fathering a ch-ch—” The young man felt his face quickly burning bright red at the thoughts crossing his mind.

Clearing his throat rather exaggeratedly, Genn continued unabashed. “Despite your close relationship with her, you are both not related by blood. She is the new Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras, former leader of the Kirin Tor and ruler of Theramore. She is of the royal blood of Kul Tiras, which is most recently been readmitted into the Alliance. They are strong, fresh blood within our kingdom and are willing subjects despite their initial hesitance to rejoin.” The Gilnean fell silent as he stopped before Anduin in his chair. Rolling the scroll back up and tapping it in the palm of his hand, Genn stared down at the young man before him. “These are the three women in the entirety of the Alliance whom seem like valid options for you to choose as possible wives. Each presents unique possibilities, each can give you an heir, and each are powerful individuals in their own right. Each of whom contribute to the well-being of the Alliance as a whole…”

The spymaster let out a tiny cough, staring hard at Genn from the sidelines. Sighing in resignation, Genn stood next to Anduin and reached out to place a large hand upon his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Anduin flinched as he felt the train wheels a-rolling as his mentor spoke. “Master Mathias… and I… are agreed in that the best candidate is most likely Lady Proudmoore. A recognizable, strong woman whom is generally considered in a positive light by the Alliance, whom could easily give us the ability to bring Kul Tiras fully, and rather permanently, back into the fold. It would strengthen the might of both Kul Tiras and Stormwind, whilst ensuring an heir for both kingdoms.” The younger man stiffened as he covered his eyes with his arm. In more ways than one. His heart pounding as he imagined thoughts which he didn’t want to really contemplate… Of his beautiful auntie, in her night clothes one night. Unaware he had seen her, pleasuring herself and—Anduin groaned as he interrupted his own line of thinking, glad that his robes hid the erection which had grown in his pants so suddenly.

He would be lying to himself if he had never thought of his auntie before. In that way. He was a young man, in his prime, with hot roiling blood and needs just like anyone else. But… Well… That had been a long time ago. His throat clenched in a small gulp as his mind turned to the mental image of Jaina, his mentor, his Auntie, his potential suitor… Walking down an aisle, clad in white and likely blue… Jaina, naked before him as he stroked his cock to get it hard so that he could consummate the marriage— The priest king shook his head and groaned. “… How strongly do uhh… you two recommend this?” His arm lowered to look at the two and saw the deadpan, somber look both of his advisors were giving him.

“… Damnit.”

-

“Ohhhh yes! Yes, give it to me!”

Across the sea and hundreds of miles away from Stormwind, Jaina Proudmoore was… occupied. Laying on the edge of her bed, clad in nothing but her open bathrobe, the Lord Admiral was a vision of beauty. Creamy, succulent skin was her golden-white hair wrapped together in a braid contrasted with her bright blue eyes. Her body was firm, supple and luscious, with wide hips, hourglass figure, and a hefty bosom, reminiscent of many Kul Tirans. And she had her legs wrapped around a glowing, masculine waist. As she was being pounded. Rather ruthlessly one might add, if her wide-eyed expression and loud moans were anything to go by. A humanoid, magical illusion of a man grasped her hips as it thrust into her with automaton-like precision, causing the archmage’s whole body to jiggle and jolt with each powerful thrust into her precious flower.

“Oh, by the—OHH! OH YES ANDUIN, YES!” Jaina’s heavily-lidded gaze looked up into the face of her “nephew” as he pounded into her. It was a simple spell and a magical dildo which she used to great effect, yet it just wasn’t quite spot on. It was an illusion after all. Buuut… The seasoned woman groaned with each slap of magical hips on her wide posterior as she was giving herself the relief she so desperately needed. Years and years of strife and despair had caused the Archmage to need… interesting ways to give herself some manner of stress relief. And who was to blame the Lord Admiral, the ex-ruler of Theramore, veteran of the Third War and so many other events that nearly ended Azeroth, Jaina goddamn Proudmoore, for wanting to have an illusion of her nephew fucking her raw to get her rocks off.

Nobody, that was for damn sure.

She kept this to herself and would go to the grave with it if need be. She was a woman and she had needs to. Needs which rarely could be given, so she had to create her own entertainment and pleasure. Her thoughts, what few they were at the moment, came to a jarring halt as she felt the secondary pleasure spell kicked in which began massaging certain parts of her body, particularly her clit, nipples and G-spot all at once. Her hands, grasping the blankets about her for support, clenched like death grips upon the sheets as she let out a breathless gasp at the wave of pleasure that hit her. Gods above, this was always the best—

Suddenly at the corner of her eye, a mirror nearby which provided magical communication to leaders of the Alliance around the globe glowed brightly. It was a blue and gold glow, indicating it was from Stormwind. As her pulse raced wildly, Jaina let out a beleaguered groan of disappointment as she cursed her nephew. She loved him dearly, but why did he have to ruin her time with… well, him? A bright red blush came across her cheeks as she looked up into the unfeeling gaze of the Anduin illusion and belittled herself for getting cross with her nephew. He wouldn’t contact her without need. The mirrors were delicate instruments after all and rarely used.

With a reluctant wave of her hand, the spells keeping the illusion and her massage going ended. The Lord Admiral stood up on shaky legs and reached down to grasp the dildo lodged in her cunt… Only to let it go and leave it in. Her blush only brightened further as she wrapped her robe back around herself and slowly walked over to the mirror. Pulling over a chair and sitting down in it, the Archmage waved her hand and activated the mirror. Within an instant, the image of the real Anduin Wrynn appeared before her. The young man appeared rather… embarrassed? Nervous? Definitely uncertain, though he at least brought a smile to his lips as he gave the tiniest bow to Jaina. “My Lady… Auntie, uhhh… I hope I this was not a bad time to call?”

Jaina almost wanted to claim that it most certainly was a bad time to call, but she curbstomped her minor irritation with him and let a worn but affectionate smile appear on her lips. “Not at all Anduin… You are always welcome to call, as need be. What can I do for you?” His demeanor only grew stiffer as he looked away from her somewhat. Pulling out a scroll and unrolling it, he glanced through it before nervously speaking up. “W-Well… My advisors have kindly alerted me to… Certain issues befalling the Alliance and Stormwind in particular. Specifically, my lack of an…” Jaina raised an eyebrow, quirking her head to the side as she watched the young man struggle to enunciate. “… Heir.” Anduin looked away from her completely at this point and a rush of words sprouted from his mouth. “They have instructed me to find a wife out of a few candidates, wed her, and produce an heir. To strengthen our ties within the Alliance and ensure Stormwind’s future. And they recommended highly that I approach you. As a choice. For m-my f-future queen.”

Jaina blinked like a deer caught in headlights. Wedding? Heir? To Anduin? She felt her insides clench as the silently-vibrating dildo still inside her suddenly became far more noticeable as her loins grew far more sensitive. Dirty thoughts flooded her mind, especially that now involved a real, breathing Anduin, and vaguely wondering if some god out there had decided to bless her with one of her secret desires. Clearing her throat, she jarred Anduin into looking at her and gave him an encouraging smile. “I take it… Greymane and Shaw put you along this course of action?” The flush on his face increased as he nodded.

“Ohhh Anduin… Don’t worry. I uhh… know how difficult and… well, odd this idea is for you. But…” The Lord Admiral gave a small shrug in her robe, trying to remain calm and unconcerned despite the sudden jolts of excitement running through her spine. “This is what is best for Stormwind. Kul Tiras and your kingdom have had a long, complicated history…” Her legs squeezed together tighter as she felt her insides quivering in delight. “And this would most certainly help cement a longstanding relationship between our two nations, especially as we bring them into the Alliance fully.”

The young King of Stormwind nodded slowly, his gaze falling upon Jaina again with a bit more certainty this time. “So… will uhh… You want an actual proposal? A bit more personal or… something?” Jaina couldn’t help letting out a small chuckle as she gripped her chair tightly with her hands. Ever the gentleman… She’d always been irked by his naivety, but it had its moments of endearment. “I will be fine, my dear. Don’t worry about it. We will have an official declaration and make this as smooth of a transition as possible. Alright?” Anduin nodded, a smile now on his lips at the comforting words from his auntie. “Then… I will see you returned to Stormwind, so that we might get this particular arrangement started and finished as soon as feasibly possible. Farewell auntie—”

Jaina cut off the mirror connection prematurely, a deep-set groan escaping her lips as she lifted her hands and snapped her fingers. The spells from earlier reactivated as her breathing became haggard and deep, her bosom rising and falling quickly as she felt the waves of pleasure hitting her hard. “Ohhh… Oh Anduin… My sweet… sweet Anduin…” The illusion appeared again and wrapped its arms around her, thrusting wildly into her soaking pussy as the Kul Tiran let out a squeal of pleasured delight. Her desires, long hidden over the past many years, was coming to life as she spoke. And the mage couldn’t help but exude a feeling of glorious happiness at knowing she was getting at least one good thing out of all this bullshit. Anduin would be her husband. And they would be needing him to father a child. That meant… She threw back her head and let out a brief scream of pleasure as she finally came with a crashing wave of sensations upon her mind and body. The illusion even came with her, flooding her cunt with magical “jizz” that gave her the pleasant sensation of being filled with hot, oozing cum. Oh how she loved that feeling…

Spent, exhausted and unexpectedly happy, Jaina dismissed the illusion Anduin with one longing stare and a wave of her hand before getting to her feet and staggering over to her bed. She needed to rest and get cleaned up before making preparations to go to Stormwind tomorrow. Much needed to happen, especially with such a big event happening for both Kul Tiras and Stormwind. And she would happily facilitate a smooth transition for her King… The Lord Admiral drifted off into slumber with a wide smile on her face and magical jizz in her precious flower.

-

A few days passed and Anduin only grew more nervous. Despite the kind words of his auntie—well, bride-to-be now, he felt the anxiety building within him. Would this be the wisest course? Would he and Jaina still be close after this? Would he… Would he be able to satisfy her? Would this be the best course for the Alliance and for Azeroth? Overall, who fucking knew? The Light wasn’t imparting any wisdom to him currently and he most certainly wasn’t going to get anywhere with rhetorical questions by himself.

Shaking himself from his reverie, the young King got to his feet and pulled on his attire for the day. He knew she was arriving today by ship, and he wanted to look his best. The priest might be young, but he knew he wanted to look his best for his future wife, regardless of who she was. With the help of one of his servants, he marched out in his royal best and met his retinue. Guards, Genn and Matthias, Tyrande and many others followed with him, some offering encouraging looks whilst others simply stared and kept professional. Leading him down to the harbor, Anduin’s mind wandered as he thought of his bride-to-be and wondered how their lives would change. How he would need to view her in a different light, the dynamics of their relationship changing, how the kingdoms of Stormwind and Kul Tiras would forever change… How she might be in the bedroom…

Anduin lurched and nearly tripped as his mind began ruminating on the beauty of his auntie, wondering what those robes hid, what her experiences were, wondering how much she would like his… well… He blushed as he worried minutely about his cock and how he might compare to her former lovers. Undoubtedly, she had had at least one or two in her lifetime, whilst he was still, well, a virgin to put it bluntly. Between training to be a priest and being raised under such strict rules, he had never had an opportunity to really partake of that side of life. Not that he hadn’t seen naked women before… He had triaged and helped more then a few beautiful women in his time. It made him think of Jaina’s own assets and wonder how they looked, unclothed and most likely perfect—

Anduin jolted out of his reverie and tried to fight back a blush as he realized he was hard as a rock, standing on the pier of Stormwind Harbor as Jaina’s flagship came in. The King of Stormwind was pretty sure he could see her golden hair even from this distance, which in turn made him think of running his hands through it and pulling her in for a kiss. To touch and caress that soft skin of hers and bathe in the glow of her eyes—Anduin let out a tiny groan as he broke free from his daydreaming and saw the ship had docked. And there was Jaina, clad in— That was definitely not her usual robes and staff. Lady Proudmoore was clad in the most exquisite dress of fine silks, thin and velvety which clung to each curve of her figure and showcased the colors of Kul Tiras. A tabard flowed over it, with the sigil of Kul Tiras upon it whilst revealing more then a hint more then her usual robes would allow.

Anduin felt his eyes widen ever-so-slightly as Jaina slowly walked up to him and bowed majestically, revealing a healthy amount of cleavage and causing the poor boy to suddenly feel his hardon grow that much more pronounced behind the open robes he wore. “My King… I’m happy to see you again. It’s been a long few weeks between the war effort and day-to-day life.” Her smile was wide and bright, if a bit diplomatic. He knew when it was her true smile and when it was her diplomatic demeanor. The tiniest frown appeared on his lips for a moment before he pulled together his own face and let a smile appear upon it too. “Auntie… It has definitely been too long.” He threw open his arms and approached her, intending for a quick hug. Only to feel Jaina suddenly slip her arms under his own and pull him into a full-blown hug. A tiny groan escaped his lips as he felt his bulge smash right into her midriff, revealing his obvious arousal to the Kul Tiran. Jaina let out the barest bit of a chuckle and whispered into his ear. “Don’t worry, it happens to all of us.” She pulled back after a moment and smiled, before taking his arm. “Come! Let us go to the Keep. We have much to prepare, my King.” Anduin could only blink in surprise, though he felt a small measure of his anxiety dissipate as he held her arm close. Maybe this wouldn’t be too awkward after all.

-

With the welcoming party and newly arrived Jaina having returned up to the keep, Anduin had suggested they sat down for refreshments to discuss the niceties and potential diplomatic issues that might need to be dealt with. Initially, Kul Tiran diplomats and advisors had conferred with his own people, whilst Jaina and Anduin had simply sat down from across each other and let the pack of wolves’ tear into one another over potential trade deals and how the countries’ relationship would ultimately change with such a shift in power. It was the dullest, most aggravating talk possible, and Anduin couldn’t be bothered with all the minute details that involved this particular course of action.

Eventually the young king simply sat up and focused on his auntie again, only to see her eyes directly on him with the hint of a knowing smirk on her lips. Leaning over, Jaina let her voice gently but firmly speak out to the surrounding persons. “Excuse me, sirs and ladies… I think the King and I should have a private moment to confer on… well, the drastic change in our futures. Would you mind…?” Her head slowly inclined as she stood up and sauntered her way around the table, bringing a small smile to Anduin’s features as he rose from his chair. A polite bow and a small shrug were all he gave as the room rose and bowed to the king and future queen of Stormwind whilst they left. Within moments, the newly-betrothed were outside the room, arms hooked together once more and traveling slowly down the hallway, heading towards a small lounging area set aside for Anduin when entertaining a single guest or needing some privacy. “Y-You handled that marvelously, auntie. As always, you seem to be able to utilize that sharp mind of yours to swerve your way around… well, the bores.”

Her body shook with mirth as she let out what he could only describe as a golden laugh. It was at that moment Anduin realized just how tightly she held onto his arm and how her breast was firmly pressed against it. He gulped, a blush broadening upon his cheeks again as he tried not to think too deeply upon such ideas. “Why thank you kindly, your Majesty…” The archmage glanced sideways to see his blush blooming, causing a far warmer smile to appear on her lips as she leaned in to speak quietly. “You do not need to feel embarrassed Anduin… I may be your auntie, but this is what’s best for our kingdoms. And besides… You best get used to the idea of us being—well, to put it lightly, together. I will be giving you an heir. Plus, a marriage isn’t truly official till you… well, consummate it.” A deep chuckle boomed from her throat as she saw the growing anxiety on the young man’s face. “Ahhh, my sweet nephew… Ever the traditional, nobleman whom nary have a dishonorable bone in your body.”

Guards opened the doors to the small lounge, revealing a cozy abode lit by a small fire, chairs set by it and a table with small amount of refreshments upon it. Letting go of her, Anduin immediately proceeded for his chair and sat down in it, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he covered his eyes with a hand. “Jaina, I know about my duty. But… What about our personal wishes? What if we—” His thought was lost mid-flight as he felt something soft and heavy suddenly ease it’s way onto his lap. With his hand leaping off his face, Anduin looked up to see the Lord Admiral had made her way over and slid her soft, curvaceous form straight into his lap. The young man froze as he felt her arms snake around his neck as she stared into his eyes, as if searching them for something deep within. “Do you… Anduin Wrynn… intend to be a good husband?” Jaina kept her composure as she felt a jolt of electricity straight to her g-spot erupt from the dildo lodged within herself. The same one she had had in her since debarking from her flagship, through the many events of the day and the talks. And by now, she was hot, bothered and ready to burst with the feeling of her taboo acts pushing her over the edge.

Anduin could only nod, his mouth unable to speak. Jaina let her hand caress the back of his neck, delicately massaging his tense muscles. “Do you plan on being the same thoughtful, kind man I know you are to me? And our future children?” Again, he nodded with an anxious enthusiasm that brought a merry glow to her eyes. Her own eyes glowed with warmth, hiding the desires deep within her mind as she stared into her king’s eyes. “And do you, Anduin Wrynn, plan on being faithful partner to me, your future Queen, as we lead our people into a bright future?” With little hesitation, the young king nodded again. Jaina quirked her head to the side and a wide smile spread across her lips. “Then… I see no problem in being married to you. There are far worse choices out in the world, and you are most certainly more then worthy of my attention.” Jaina forced herself not to bite her lip and flutter her eyes as the dildo lodged in her pussy finally pushed her over the edge with small electrical stimulation it was giving her. A deep breath of relief and the tensing of her legs was the only indicator that she had orgasmed on her nephew’s lap.

Leaning forward, she placed her forehead against his own and let out the tiniest coo of comfort. “You will be a good husband, Anduin… and I will be a good wife. So do not fret about us. Our lives might change significantly, but not where it is most important. I will still love you and be there for you. If anything, it might increase due to our new capacity to one another.” A nervous but somewhat happier smile slowly grew upon Anduin’s face as he let Jaina pull him into a hug, his head nestled right upon her chest. Hearing her heartbeat, as he had many-a-time growing up, brought a small measure of peace. And he pointedly ignored the thoughts in the back of his mind murmuring intently about the softness and fullness of her bosom upon his cheek as he enjoyed her embrace in the quiet, safe space they sat within.

-

A mere two weeks passed in both preparation and handling of official duties before the time had arrived. The city of Stormwind was abuzz with activity as news had spread about their king’s marriage soon arriving. Feasts were prepared, guards organized, traders bringing in dozens of barrels of wine and ale, and tents put up. All to celebrate the wedding of their young, adored king. Despite the dire events of the past many months, the celebration was most welcome to those of the Alliance. They had not been able to celebrate properly in many moons at that point. And everyone was feeling the glow of happiness that seemed to infuse the city.

Up in Stormwind Keep, sitting in her room with a mirror and several handmaidens ready to assist, Jaina began the long arduous process of preparing for the ceremony later. Knowing she wanted to remember this day for a long time to come and wishing to represent her people well, Jaina knew she had to appear like an angel walking upon the earth for a brief time. And between magical enhancements, proper preparation and some Kul Tiran spit and polish, the archmage would succeed. She also had some secondary objectives in mind as she smirked to herself. She had every intention of blowing her husband-to-be’s mind away with both her beauty and the night later. If she had anything to say, she would be pregnant tonight, preferably with twins. Best to get it childbearing done all in one go.

Plus… Her back shivered a bit as she imagined the young king taking her like a powerful beast, breeding her and infusing her with his seed. She knew he wouldn’t do anything like that voluntarily, but the Lord Admiral had every intention of teaching the young man more then a few tricks and hopefully dashing away any hesitation he might have left deep down in his spirit about having her as his wife. The older woman had been dreaming in her darkest fantasies for many years the idea of this particular young man filling her up and being her perfect lover. This was her opportunity to make it a reality, and she would not squander it. Oh no, oh no indeed… Anduin Wrynn would come to love her body and love treating her like the little whore she always wanted to be treated like. At least in the bedroom. Outside the confines of that abode, she hoped he would prove to still be the loving, honorable man she knew so well.

Sighing in happiness at her daydreams, Jaina let the hours trickle away as she prepared spells, took potions, got her hair done and beautification process finished before finally getting up and admiring her reflection. If she didn’t drop him dead with her beauty, she would be severely disappointed. Chuckling mildly, the Kul Tiran turned and strode from the room with the elegance befitting one of her station.

-

The hours flew by and suddenly it was time for the main event to occur. Standing at the end of a long aisle in the Cathedral of Light, Anduin couldn’t help the nervous twitch in his hand as he waited for his bride-to-be to arrive. His worry had grown less since speaking to Jaina in person a couple weeks ago, but he still couldn’t help the nervousness that polluted his spirit. Thankfully he had kept so busy that time had just flown by. Wearing a suit and robe worthy of his kingly stature, the young priest wondered how the next few hours would go, only to have his thoughts interrupted and flooded with the barest bit of panic as the music indicating the bride was approaching started. His thoughts flew in utter chaos as the audience stood, his eyes locked on the left hallway she would appear from… Only for Anduin to stare in utter awe as she walked in.

Standing tall and arm hooked in her mother’s arm, the Lord Admiral was… words would not do her justice. Stunning, magnificent, an utter treasure, a goddess in human form? He didn’t know what would do her justice, but the king couldn’t help but gape as she slowly walked down the aisle to him. Blue and white robes of the finest silks wrapped around her voluptuous body, with jewels of the finest craft adoring her ears, hair and arms. Gold and sapphire accented the colors of the Alliance along with a shawl made of the deepest sea green to represent her people that covered her face with its see-through material. Her smile was wide and glowing, her eyes locked on to him in turn as she gave the tiniest little wink to her nephew as she approached. His flabbergasted stare was vaguely understandable to most around them, as many hadn’t seen the archmagi wear something so beautiful and that showed off her full bosom’s cleavage and the exact outline of her hourglass figure to such a heightened degree. Some would argue it was a bit too revealing, but none would say a single thing in the midst of the ceremony, let alone after seeing the blatant enjoyment on Anduin’s face.

And just like that, she was in front of him and taking his hand so they could turn to face the Archbishop. Anduin’s eyes never left Jaina though as the words for marriage droned out into the quietly buzzing cathedral. Murmured responses were all Anduin gave whilst Jaina knowingly nudged him and spoke when needed. Time seemed to just speed on by, only for it all to come to a jarring halt as Anduin was asked a question he barely registered. Another nudge from Jaina and a tiny wink gave his eyes a wide, almost manic gleam to them as he stuttered out a “I-I do!” And the Lord Admiral, in turn, gave a much calmer, measured “I do.” as she was asked the same question. “By the power vested within me, I pronounce you both man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Blinking like a deer caught in headlights, Anduin gulped as he stared at his now-wife, taking a step forward to wrap his arms around her waist and back. With a sudden burst of energy though, Jaina beat him to the punch by pulling him in close and kissing he firmly on the lips. Applause and cheers broke through the silence as they both finalized their union, oblivious to the fact that Jaina had slipped a bit of tongue into her kiss and caused Anduin to suddenly feel his heart pounding like mad. Her lips were soft, softer then any pillow he had ever been on and her taste was intoxicatingly delicious as her tongue invaded his mouth. Sweet as nectar and exhilarating, Anduin felt his blood burn with sudden need as something in him clicked into place, unknowingly being assaulted by powerful aphrodisiac.

Breaking apart with a quickness, the newly-weds turned and strode down the aisle as they glanced at one another again and again as they were escorted by their guard up to the Keep. Anduin had an almost uncontrollable, very confused need within him, and Jaina knew full well what was going through the wild, happy young man before her. Her eyes glimmered with hunger as she was led by her husband to the awaiting festivities.

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The night was a blur of motion as the city celebrated the union of two mighty heroes of the Alliance. And the same could be said for those very heroes. Anduin and Jaina both danced merrily, both enjoyed the company of their people and they more than enjoyed each other’s company. Anduin, realizing his fears had been for not, knew now he could easily tolerate this marriage concept as he enjoyed the evening with his dear auntie—well, wife.

It wasn’t until he felt her tugging on his sleeve and motioning to the door that he realized with a sudden resuming of his boiling blood that he still had one more hurdle for the night. Slightly tipsy and more then a bit horned up at this point, the young man couldn’t help the confused boner that suddenly sprung within his royal pants as he was led away by his wife from the festivities to his private quarters. Simple but elegant, they were fine for his tastes. The young king moved over to his bed and slowly turned to face Jaina as she closed the doors to the bedroom. Her back was to him as she did so, as she seemed to ponder something. Anduin frowned. “Is…. Is everything alright, Jaina? Are you—” His worries of her possibly feeling the full weight of their decisions today completely dropped out of his mind as he watched her reach up to pull at the clasps of her dress.

With a shimmer of movement, the silky cloth suddenly fell to the floor, revealing the completely nude backside of the Archmage. Her lithe, strong back flexed slightly as she turned, revealing the true size of her thick, voluptuous form to the stunned priest. As her bosom came into view, he could see her flesh was pristine and perfect despite the decades of war she had undergone, her chest heaving as her glowing eyes locked onto Anduin with what he could easily identify as hunger. Jaina licked her lips and let a sultry smile appear on her face as she slowly sauntered forward. “Ohhh… Anduin… You sweet, tender boy…” Still stunned and unable to move as his eyes bulged out as he looked her up and down, Anduin could do very little as he suddenly felt her hands on his chest as she shoved him roughly back onto the bed. Landing on the soft bed, the priest watched as Jaina snapped her fingers as she crawled onto the bed after him, like a panther stalking her prey.

His clothes glowed brightly with arcane energy as they began tearing themselves off his form rather violently, revealing his own strong, muscled body he had been developing over the past couple years. His rock-hard phallus popped freely from its prison, right as Jaina slid over him and slid across her stomach, a trail of precum latching onto her luscious skin. “Oooohhh…. Somebody is happy to see me, are they?” A chuckle escaped her lips as she promptly placed her curvaceous ass right on his lap and let his rather large manhood plop itself right between her asscheeks. With an almost-casual grinding of her hips, she let her own soaking wet netherlips alert her king just how horned up she was as she gently teased his length. “You have no idea, Anduin… Just how… Much… I’ve… wanted… you…” The sorceress wrapped her arms around and under his head, drawing him into a tight embrace. “And now… You’re finally mine…” Their lips locked together as she gave him the deepest, warmest, softest kiss the young king had ever had in his life.

And with a simple flourish and twist of her hips, Jaina let her magic grasp onto Anduin’s length and aligned it just as she slammed herself down onto his shaft. With an eyerolling groan of pleasure, Anduin felt his length engulfed by the soaking wet love tunnel of his auntie, causing his mind to go from trying to do a bunch of gymnastics to completely shutting down and embracing the wonderful bliss that was Jaina. Gyrating her hips and still kissing him, the older woman was putting to shame every session of lovemaking he had ever had, the few he had had. If love was a drug, Jaina was the best of the best. And he was being smothered in it. “SLAP, CLAP, SLAP, SCHMACK!” was all that could be heard as flesh came against flesh in a wild first rutting of the night. Jaina, just like her young husband, was in the throes of ecstasy as she rode him like a cowgirl would a wild stallion. Finally, after so many years, she had gotten her wish and could not believe that she finally was fucking her nephew.

Finally, with a wet popping sound, the pair pulled away from one another as they gasped for air. Jaina promptly sat up and grasped his hands to pull them to her breasts. “Massage these Anduin, rub and smash them to your heart’s content.” Reaching down behind her, she gently fondled and massaged his balls as she began riding him like the aforementioned-cowgirl she was in this scenario. The young king, more than a little loopy with lack of air and unexpected wild ride he was going through, obeyed without complaint and grasped, twisted and massaged the perfect orbs on her chest. “Harder, Anduin. Don’t be gentle.” She licked her lips as she felt his balls tightening a bit and his cock growing slightly stiffer within herself at those words. “I’m a big girl and know how to take it. You need to do your kingly duty and fill me up with your hot seed after all. I’m here to help, like the good auntie I am.”

Pulse racing wildly, Anduin sat up as well and wrapped his arms tightly around Jaina as she rammed herself down again and again on his cock whilst he lodged his face in between those perfect breasts. His hips tried their best to thrust upward to meet her hips, causing an intense increase in noise as well as both of them panting with burning hot desire. And as if her words earlier had struck gold, Anduin suddenly let out a large grunt of pleasure as his cock twitched and suddenly spurted within Jaina. “Ooohhh A-Auntie!”

Several long moments passed as he spurted several large globs of cum within his lover, causing the young man to calm down a bit as he considered what he had just done. Looking up, he was about to ask if she wanted a bath, only to see the devious look in her eyes. “Ohhh… We are not done yet, my king.” With a sudden push, she raised her hand and a glowing object soared through the air to her hand. Popping the cork off of the bottle she had just summoned, Jaina shoved it into Anduin’s mouth. “Drink up, sire. We have a whole night of pleasure ahead of us.” Whilst surprised, the young king obeyed his new queen and gulped down the potion. His slowly-softening erection suddenly grew fully erect again and seemed to grow super sensitive as she squeezed her inner muscles as she massaged and teased it.

Hopping off of him, the Lord Admiral grasped his hands and pulled him to his feet as she kneeled down onto the ground. Her eyes saw nothing but his cock as she slid underneath his mighty length and placed the cock upon her face. Arms behind her back, she stared up at him with a loving, hungry look in her eyes. “Fuck me Anduin. Fuck my mouth like the slutty auntie I am.” His pulse spiked again at the dirty, taboo nature of her words. Gulping, he hesitated for a moment. “Don’t be afraid… There is almost nothing you can do to hurt me.” Her blue eyes winked at him as she licked at his sensitive balls. “Treat my face like a fuckhole, my lion.”

With sudden lack of abandon, the young king wrapped his hand around her braid and pulled her face out, aimed his cock, and rammed it into her mouth. With an ease that surprised him, she took the whole length into her mouth and down into her throat. Loud slurping noises followed, with her magic preventing her teeth from causing any damage to his royal sausage whilst he plowed the inner depths of her heavenly throat. “Oh gods, Auntie… Your mouth is so delightfully soft and… and… Mmmmfff!” His words were cut short as her tongue stuck out and licked his entire length and coaxed his balls as he hilted himself in her throat, only to be surprised as she seemed to moan with delight with every thrust. Her left hand reached up to massage his balls again whilst her other hand came down and rubbed and fingered at her slit, only adding to the sexual tension building up within the pair of them as it became a total fuckfest within the royal bedchambers.

With another guttural groan, Anduin suddenly began panting as he muttered down to his lover. “I’m-I’m cumming Auntie, I’m gonna—UGH!” With another thrust, the young man hilted himself in the older woman’s throat and suddenly felt his load explode into her. With a moan of pleasure escaping the archmagi, she held her place as his little fleshlight for several long moments, swallowing, slurping and massaging his entire length with every muscle she could flex till the young man was almost faint. Another loud, wet POP ensued as she pulled free from his still-rock-hard length, grinning up at him. She sat up and wrapped her massive, perky tits around his length and began working her magical titflesh onto his cock, taking advantage of the super-sensitive flesh to make his whole-body spasm with delight at the treatment it was receiving. “Yes… Yes Anduin, keep giving me your seed. We need every drop of it we can get. You’re going to get me pregnant this first night, and I’m going to try and give you as many children as possible on this first go. Twins, quadruplets, I don’t care. One good—” She suddenly licked at his length as she titfucked him. “—Solid—” Another slurp, another spasm of delight. “—go. And we’re going to enjoy every moment of it.”

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“PLOP, CLAP, SLAP, MMMNNNFFFF, SMACK, CLAP, CLAPCLAPCLAP” echoed throughout the bedchamber, followed by a loud “BY THE LIGHT!”, as Anduin methodically hammered into the tight, slick pussy before him. Laid on the edge of the bed and oozing with cum, the Archmage’s half-lidded eyes and lolling tongue gave her the appearance of a druggie lost in her high. The only indicator that she was still present in the room was her glowing fist, aimed at his cock. Nonstop she had forced his cock to keep functioning, to keep pushing out ropes of cum and nonstop destroying her love tunnel for the past few hours. Anduin was utterly shocked at how much of a pounding Jaina had forced herself to take to so far, but he couldn’t help but be impressed.

With a groan, Anduin slid his length out of her and staggered back. “I… don’t… think… I can go anymore… Auntie…” With a loud thud, Anduin crashed onto the bed next to her face-first. With a small chuckle and a mischievous smile, Jaina unclenched her fist and let the spell end finally. She cooed gently as she pulled Anduin in close and drew his exhausted body onto her bosom. “Then rest, My King… You have done your duty to your wife, and to your future children…” Kissing his forehead, Jaina hummed quietly as she drifted into slumber with the exhausted Anduin, feeling the fertility potions and the bountiful load of cum within herself ensuring the Alliance would have future heirs.
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