Dazar’alor Dealings (Excerpt - A King Disrobed)

“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 pierced 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 jewel inlaid dress 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 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 until it finally broke off. 

“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.”