Goblin contest

"Isn't it kind of late?" Krib and Neiza hobbled away from the lively tavern that they had been drinking at, feeling considerably less drunk than they actually were. His good friend and fellow goblin, Neiza, had been struggling to convince him of her next dastardly ploy to get into Sylvanas' pants, leathery and tight around the Warchief's behind as they were. Part of him suspected that this was why Neiza had paid for his drinks and drowned him in as much cheap orcish alcohol as he could stand. Still, her plans had the very odd habit of turning out all right, even if they did seem incomprehensibly stupid at first.

"Precisely," she answered, voice just a touch slurred. Her boots crunched in sync with his against the gritty Durotar soil as they walked.

"Hmmm..." Krib struggled to rope his thoughts together into something coherent. "Don't you think she'll get mad?"

"Not if she's sleeping." Neiza rolled her eyes like he was the biggest buffoon in Orgrimmar.

"While she's sleeping? Undead don't sleep!"

"Sure they do! Or at least, the smart ones do."

The image of a pajama wearing undead tucked into bed next to a stuffed teddy bear made him laugh stupidly, and when he noticed a Forsaken man shambling towards them, he pulled at Neiza's sleeve and indicated towards the man with a nod of the head. "I'll ask this guy." Krib flagged down the undead passerby, getting in his way and earning an annoyed groan. "Me and my friend here"—he gestured towards Neiza who waved her fingers in a girlish hello—"are trying to settle something. Tell me good zombie-sir, do undead sleep?"

The man, who was missing his jaw and seemed to know not an emotion other than anger, let out an unholy howl and continued on his way.

"See? No sleep," Krib said.

Neiza, who had her head craned backwards so as to watch the retreating undead, turned her attention back towards her companion. "Yeah, well they meditate which is pretty much the same thing."

The undead's wail had scattered the nearby crowd, and they continued towards their destination unimpeded by other passersby.

"You really think Sylvanas meditates?" Krib sounded doubtful of what his friend was saying, and it was already difficult enough to follow in his tipsy state.

"Of course she does! That's why she's the leader of all those dumb smelly undead." Neiza tapped a finger against her head. "Gives her brain time to refresh itself."

"Isn't she the leader because she outsmarted some dreadlords?"

She sighed. "And how do you think she came up with the strategy to do that?"

"Meditation?"

"Exactly." Neiza fluttered her hand in the air dismissively, looking as certain as could be. "It's like sleep to them. Basically. Pretty much."

Krib nodded slowly as if only half understanding. Well, maybe she's right, he thought, nervously chewing at the inside of his cheek. A potential hiccup in their plan struck him then.

"But what if she wakes up?"

Neiza looked at him, stupefied. "That's the point!"

He opened his mouth to say something, but in his circular confusion he could think of nothing, and instead he resigned to leave the planning of their covert mission to her.

***

Though he trusted her, Krib was not entirely sure if the next phase of her plan was such a good idea. Neck craned upwards as if gazing at the star speckled sky, he instead studied the dull features of a towering ogre that Neiza had caught the attention of with a shrill whistle.

"Hey, big boy." Neiza grinned a toothy grin, deception clear on her face to anyone but the dim-witted ogre.

"What you want?" He was probably quadruple their height, his fist nearly the size of their entire bodies. Somehow, Krib noted, Neiza spoke without an ounce of fear.

"I'll give you a gold coin if you go over there and tell those guards you had sex with their mothers." She held up a shiny coin and then pointed towards the guards.

The ogre looked over at the armored orcs posted outside of Grommash Hold, scratching his head in confusion. "Did I really do that?"

Neiza and Krib shared a long look before finally turning back towards the ogre. "Yes... yes you did," Neiza reassured.

"Oh." He laughed as if hearing a funny joke for the first time, massive belly wobbling as if it had a will of its own. "Cool." With that, he snatched the coin from her hand and then jogged on rumbling feet towards the unsuspecting men.

Observing from a safe distance, the two goblins watched as the ogre informed the Kor'kron of what he had done with their mothers. Initially, they merely grunted and shooed him away, but the ogre, amused and ignorant of the grave insult he was propagating, would not give up until they, too, were laughing. Orcs were not known for their patience or great command over their temper, yet the orcish guardsmen nevertheless resisted their nature for an impressive amount of time before their rage finally boiled over. The ogre, now himself angry over their inability to understand his jest, gesticulated wildly while the orcs crowded around him, neglecting their duties and allowing Neiza and Krib to tip-toe into the building.

"I can't believe that worked," Krib whispered.

Neiza grinned but said nothing, instead raising a finger to her lips and quietly shushing him. The inside of Grommash Hold was dark, with dimly illuminated hallways and dark shadowed corners. Following behind his teal-haired companion, the two of them made their way deeper into the building, aided in their knowledge of its layout by their previous visit. There was a surprising lack of guards, and their heavy plate armor gave them away before they were even in vision, allowing the little goblins to meld into the nearby shadows until they were safe to proceed further towards the Warchief's personal quarters. Despite taking a wrong turn or two, they quickly found themselves outside of her quarters where a yellowed skull of some monstrous creature loomed over the tapestry covered doorway, its empty eye sockets silently judging them. Hopefully they wouldn't share a similar fate.

"Don't forget that this is your plan," he hissed.

"Duh."

Their voices lowered to a hush as they entered the room. It was typically orcish, round in shape with a high vaulted ceiling supported by huge wooden beams. The walls were a gray stone, peeking behind layers of leather panelling painted with thick red brush strokes of various Horde designs and crests. Inside it and in the very middle, Sylvanas sat cross-legged atop a plush carpet, eyes closed and her beautiful face a stony mask. There was but one light source, hanging like a dangling spider down from the very middle of the tall ceiling. It carried a weak flame, casting its light in a small circle around the Dark Lady and leaving the rest of the room in a murky darkness that was just barely able to be seen through should one squint their eyes and peer into it.

"Warchief?" Neiza tip-toed further into the room, Krib following close behind.

Sylvanas remained still as stone, giving no indication that she heard the little goblin. Sharing a confused glance, they creeped closer towards her, surprised to notice that she was clad in a thin black robe. Smooth as silk and low cut, it squeezed at her exposed chest, pushing up the ample flesh of her blue-hued mammaries.

"What are you doing?" Krib whispered, struggling to keep his eyes off of Sylvanas' impressive tits.

"Checkin' her pulse." Neiza grinned, slowly extending her hands as if about to touch a precious artifact. She placed them upon Sylvanas' shoulders, caressing down her naked arms and gradually maneuvering herself behind the meditating elf. To Krib's complete lack of surprise, Neiza's hands almost immediately came to grasp at Sylvanas' barely contained breasts, squeezing them together with a giggle before switching targets to her behind. Though she was seated, the cheeks of Sylvanas' ass cushioned herself against the floor, ballooning outwards and providing Neiza plenty of meat to grasp in her greedy hands.

Suddenly realizing the potential severity of their situation, Krib darted his eyes back and forth between Sylvanas' stoic face, her overflowing tits, and Neiza fumbling around behind her. "Hey, uh... should you be doing that? What if she wakes up?"

"That's kind of the point."

Oh. Right.

Neiza gave Sylvanas' ass another squeeze and then kneeled in front of her. "She sure does look peaceful though." Inching her face closer and cocking her head, she inspected the Dark Lady's elven features, marveling at her deadly beauty. Her skin was a pristine blue, her lips full and inviting. Unhooded, the fringe of her blonde hair was swept to one side, partially hiding a long, protruding eyebrow. Her ears shot out from either side of her head like little lances, and her high cheekbones gave her an air of regality and ancient beauty, as if those of her fine stock were rare and no longer produced by the elven mothers of today.

Sylvanas' awakening was abrupt. Neiza was busy pulling at her robe and peeking down it when a strong hand wrapped itself around her throat and pushed her away. As the squirming goblin yelped and pawed at the hand gripping at her throat, two tendrils of pulsating foggy blackness tentacled their way around Krib, holding him aloft by his arms. Another split off from the tendril wrapped around his left arm and slithered its way around his throat, squeezing like an angry snake. Sylvanas' eyes flared, smoldering red with a blind rage, like the heart of a rampaging fire ready to consume anything in its path. Her face, tranquil only seconds prior, was twisted into a deadly mask of wickedness, terrifying and yet gorgeous in its own right.

"W-warchief! It's us!" Krib choked out what he assumed would be his last words. This is it, Neiza's finally gotten the both of us killed!

The appendages wrapped around their throats slackened a bit, allowing them to cough and sputter for air. It had only been a few seconds, but Sylvanas' grip was unforgiving. The unfocused rage in her eyes turned cold, replaced by an exasperated annoyance; and though she had loosened her hold around their throats, she did not let go.

"You two again." She spoke as if talking to a pair of children prone to misbehaving. Standing up now, she was as tall and fit as ever, and her black mantle appeared more like diaphanous negligee than a proper robe. Her body was partially incorporeal, an aura of purplish black mist dancing threateningly about her like a pack of dogs eager to be sicked upon their master's enemies. The light above swung as if in a breeze and flickered dangerously, seemingly too scared to properly maintain its glow. "Convince me to let you leave this room." Almost begrudgingly, she finally released her hold on their throats, dropping them to the ground.

For a few long seconds under Sylvanas' harsh gaze, they sputtered on the floor, gasping for breath before finally collecting themselves. Neiza was the first to speak.

"Me and Krib were having a bit of an argument. See, he thinks he pleases you more than I do." Neiza laughed at this—much to Krib's dismay—and then suddenly turned serious. "My lady," she added.

"And so you snuck in here to ask me personally of your foolish quarrel?" Sylvanas cut to the quick of it, her voice jagged as a razor's edge.

Neiza nodded sheepishly.

"So I see." Sylvanas studied them for a long while, eyes darting between them. They hoped she was not deciding how best to execute them. Finally, she spoke again. "Your combined stupidity continues to amaze me; if you had caught me on a day worse than this you would already be dead, your flesh to be devoured by vultures and your bones left for the lizards to make homes of." She smiled at the look on their faces, sharp elven fangs bared. "Your slight is noted, but can be forgiven provided you satisfy me. I was planning on using one of my guards for entertainment after I awakened, but you two will do."

The goblins looked at each other happily, exuberant not only over being spared, but at Sylvanas' sexual proposition as well. Neiza moved to rid herself of her clothes but was stopped in her tracks by the Warchief's upraised hand.

"Oh no, little goblin, you sit and watch." Sylvanas shooed Neiza away, shunning her and turning her full attention towards Krib. "I will have a taste." She waved her hand impatiently at him. "Strip."

Her voice left no room for argument. In a swift few seconds, Krib was naked, his clothes hastily tossed to the side, manhood exposed and partially erect. The Dark Lady licked her lips like a chubby monarch starving before a banquet of freshly baked pastries and cooked meats—delicacies to the living, but to her far less appealing than the contents of Krib's sack. Though she did not consume food, she did enjoy devouring the semen of those lucky enough to attract her attention.

Folding herself down onto her knees in front of him, she eyed his cock for a moment before lifting it with a delicate hand, admiring the way the emerald appendage looked as well as felt. Encircling her fingers around it and tightening her grip, she began to slowly twist and turn the rapidly hardening tool. Slow and thorough in her movements, she worked him to a full erection, massaging up and down the entire length of his rigid tower. Her other hand found purchase on the orbs beneath his throbbing shaft, scooping them up and fondling them within the warm embrace of her palm. While juggling his balls in her skilled fingers, she stroked his cock from the base to the tip until precum issued forth from its slitted opening, coating her fingers and aiding her efforts.

Eager for a taste, she leaned forward, tongue extending past her lips to dab up and down his length, slowly at first to tease him, and then with a spirited vigor that quickly had him squirming in pleasure. She enjoyed this task, and after lathering him from base to tip, her hand once more supplanted her tongue, twisting up and down at the base of his shaft while she tongued at his sensitive cockhead. Her other hand likewise continued its work, her fingers playing with his balls even as the licking stopped and her mouth enclosed around his member.

Whether human, elf, goblin or tauren, Sylvanas enjoyed the taste of cock, and she devoured it without hesitation, throating it to the base and trailing her wriggling tongue beneath in an effort to experience as much of his flavor as possible. After her meditative trance was interrupted, Krib's cock was the perfect snack to wake up to. Though he was well-sized and girthy for one of his stature, she took him easily, deepthroating his cock with thrusts of the head that were neither slow nor fast. Her dick sucking was precise and considerate, a learned trait built up over thousands of years that, as she had discovered, allowed her not only to best appreciate his taste, but to get the most enjoyment out of sucking cock.

As if to prove how much she loved to suck dick, Sylvanas purred and shuttered her eyes, head still bobbing as she focused on her sense of taste. Inside her mouth, precum dribbled out of Krib's tool, mixing with her saliva and treating her to a taste of what was to come. Opening her eyes, her mouth curved into a sly smile. Painted with a velvety dark blue lipstick, her plump lips trailed wonderfully along his shaft, enveloping over and over again the green hues of his manhood. She worked him expertly, never faltering, stopping or gagging. Her eyes stared into his, and her pale blonde hair framed her face like an indecent painting, sucking and slurping with hollowed cheeks and a head that refused to stop bobbing atop the cock beneath it.

She's too good, he thought suddenly, one eye squeezed shut as he struggled not to cum. Reaching forward, he slipped his hands into her robe and took hold of her wobbling tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples. Her breasts were large and soft in his hands, and they spilled out from around his fingers as he squeezed them. Sylvanas hummed around the meat in her mouth, more for his sake than hers, and slowed her fellatio to a crawl, putting a great emphasis on noisily slurping upon his tip whenever her lips glided over it. Aided by her eel of a tongue slithering around his sensitive head, he found himself being dragged closer and closer to the edge, the cusp of a tremendous climax.

Unable to resist the expert workings of her mouth any longer, his balls churned and his shaft pulsed, working like a machine to deliver unto her mouth a hot creamy load of cum. Her dark lips, full, plump and perfectly suited for sucking dick, sealed tightly around him, accepting the sperm being dredged up from the goblin's balls and into her warm mouth. It was a thick load and it pooled onto her awaiting tongue like a little white pond, rich in flavor to the cum-starved Banshee Queen. She did not move except to press and squeeze her lips around his tip, milking out every drop of jizz until at last he was spent. Dragging her lips off of him and pulling away, she closed her eyes and swallowed hard, downing her lewd meal in a single gulp. Her body shivered in some form of vulgar delight, and she licked her lips before opening her eyes, the red lamplights within masking the pure grey pools of her pupils. Krib sighed contentedly, feeling as if she had sucked the tension right out of his body.

"My turn?" Neiza sat up from her cross-legged position upon the floor, bright eyed and hopeful.

"Sit down," Sylvanas barked.

She complied immediately, barely holding back a squeak. Her small body shrank into the warm shadows like a wilting flower beneath her deadly gaze.

Turning her attention back to Krib, Sylvanas shed her clothing and took a seat upon the rug, her movements slow like a sunbathing cat. She beckoned him with a curling finger, reclining further as he positioned himself between her legs, until her back was against the ground and her large tits diffused their mass across her chest, pressed downwards by gravity. Neiza glared at Krib but he ignored her, his focus soley on Sylvanas' luscious body. She was toned and muscular, with sharp abs and powerful thighs that pressed against him from either side like a nut cracker. Strong and athletic as she was, she nevertheless held a purely feminine beauty, like a Goddess of War and Lust combined into a single being. The meat on her body was confined to where it mattered most: her buxom breasts, fat ass, wide hips and her thick thighs. Sylvanas' body was too good to be anything but divine, and yet for that reason alone it inspired nothing but the most depraved and sinful of thoughts. She looked up at him expectantly through half-lidded eyes, drawing him into her seductive web.

Swallowing, he grabbed her by the thighs, fingers caressing at her soft skin as he pryed her legs apart. Shuffling into place with his cock in hand, he rubbed his tip against her slit, testing the waters before pushing forward. Her tightness suddenly enveloped him as he slid into her, his plundering girth stretching the familiar depths of her pussy. He breathed a wispy moan, while Sylvanas sucked in a hissing gasp of air through a line of gritted white teeth. Tightening his grip around her legs, he shoved forward and buried the rest of his length inside of her cock-starved cunt. Again she gasped, appreciating the wiggle of his hips against her, and his cock, solid as stone, filling her insides.

Briefly, he savored this initial moment of penetration, rubbing up and down her legs like a tender lover before beginning a series of deep thrusts into her core. He was quick and passionate, his grunts frequent as he pumped the reclining Banshee Queen full of dick. The air became hot and steamy, their bodies joining together in a sweaty yet pleasurable embrace. Her pussy molded him into a new man, a being whose sole purpose was to please the enticing elf beneath him. It was not his first time inside of her, and her insides held him snugly, encouraging him to keep going and going, to please his Warchief until she was thoroughly satisfied. He welcomed this task with enthusiasm, oblivious to anything else in the world but for what was happening within the small circle of quivering light cast by the little torch above them.

His hands grasped at her thunderous thighs, squeezing and rubbing them while he bucked himself against her, enthralled by her big blue tits which danced rhythmically atop her chest. Unable to look away, he stared at them as he pumped her like a droning worker bee serving his queen, drawing forth sexy coos and and husky moans of pleasure from the Dark Lady. She seemed more pent-up than usual, and her face, so beautiful it seemed carved as if by a master sculptor, contorted in fits of ecstasy, her slick pussy constricting around his member. Moving one hand away from her thigh, he instead transferred it to her mound, teasing his fingers against her little silver strip of fur and thumbing at her clit while his cock continued to spread her out around him.

Very much enjoying the royal treatment she was receiving, Sylvanas grunted in pleasure, teeth bared in a savage grin as she propped herself up on her forearms, stabilizing the bounce of her tits and displaying them in their full, mountainous glory. One of her hands reached up to grab at one, squishing it between her fingers and tightly twisting at an erect nipple. Her bright eyes bore into his, urging, if not outright demanding him to cum inside of her. There was something else in that gaze though, something that told him if he blew his load prematurely he very well may not leave this room alive. Even wrapped around his cock she was as deadly as a coiled snake, and he heeded this warning, continuing to please her with deep and steady thrusts until at last she came, her body seeming to merge into a dimension of mist as her orgasm overtook her.

Despite the partial incorporeality that seemed to don her in a powdery silhouette of darkness, her insides were tight and solid, squeezing hard at his throbbing member. Her muscles grew taut, flexing and unflexing as her climax erupted and gradually tapered off, accompanied by a husky thrum of satisfaction. And as Sylvanas came, so did he, his cock plunged balls deep within her pussy and spasming as his creamy batter was dredged up from his balls and pumped deep within her. He filled her royal pussy with as much cum as he could spare, creaming her tight little hole and drenching her insides with his potent white soup.

Sighing contentedly once his balls were emptied, and with the sexual haze clouding his mind abating, he only then realized that her powerful thighs were locked around him, holding him in place until Sylvanas was finished basking in the pleasure of being full of both cock and cum. She released him after an extended moment, legs drawing back like the mouth of a merciful flytrap letting its prey escape. When his cock reluctantly withdrew from her, she reached for her mound, gliding a snake-like hand across her stomach and probing inside of her sopping depths with two fingers.

"Your turn," she said, holding up her fingers which were now coated in a sticky layer of cum that webbed between both digits. She did not look at Neiza, though it was obvious who she addressed. "And do not even think of dissatisfying me."

Ignorant or uncaring of her own potential peril, Neiza smiled wide and stripped out of her clothing, revealing her latest phallic contraption. Belted at her waist, the penile device was large, like that of a tauren even, with a skin-like texture to mimic a real cock as well as a heavy sack that hung underneath. This sack, Sylvanas assumed, housed whatever artificial concoction of jizz that the goblin had invented, likely not dissimilar to the seed leaking from between her legs. Her interest piqued, she maneuvered herself onto all fours in what was likely her favorite position, presenting her rear end to the horny goblin.

Eyes wide as plates and a ferocious yearning raging inside of her, Neiza rushed forward, knocking Krib aside and practically diving into Sylvanas' ass. Though she was very fit, Sylvanas' ass was wide and supple, taut when the muscles beneath flexed, but otherwise nearly as big and meaty as a tauren woman—perfect, considering the bullish men were often her playmates.

Neiza's hands roamed across her thick cheeks like a kneading cat, groping, squeezing and taking great handfuls of ass-meat, of which Sylvanas had much to spare. Bending forward and putting her tongue to good use, she draped it over the purplish-blue star before her, lapping and licking it before penetrating it with the tip of her tongue. Face smothered between the Dark Lady's ass, Neiza ate out Sylvanas' little hole while her hands entertained themselves by groping at her bubbly blue cheeks, molding them like dough and murmuring thanks at being provided such an opportunity. Her tongue worked wonders, and Sylvanas was soon pushing herself back against the goblin, murmuring little pleasantries of her own.

As Neiza slobbered saliva all over Sylvanas' asshole, the dildo around her waist hardened, becoming larger and more rigid in an elaborate imitation of a real penis. Once it was fully erect, she stood up and took hold of it, giddy with excitement as she lined it up against Sylvanas' rosebud. The elf's body tightened in anticipation, her fat ass becoming taut and leaner as her muscles flexed. Neiza pressed the tip against her sphincter, feeling a rush as it resisted slightly before giving in and accepting the bulbous cockhead into her bowels. Not one for patience at a time like this, she pushed forward, feeding inch after hefty inch of artificial cock into the Banshee Queen's booty. When she was fully hilted inside of Sylvanas' constricting depths, she gasped and shivered, the sensations relayed from her device to her brain temporarily overwhelming. Little else but the image of Sylvanas' disappointment and Krib's mocking kept her from blowing the load in her sack right then and there.

Shaking the feeling away, she steeled herself and aggressively grinded her hips against Sylvanas' behind, leaving no doubt as to how full of cock she was before pulling out and beginning to put the elven warchief's big booty to task. Neiza fucked her with brisk strokes, each time going balls deep within her bowels. The dimly lit room quickly became like that of a reverberation chamber, the lewd sounds of flesh on flesh as Neiza clapped Sylvanas' ass echoing off the high walls. It was a harsh and brutal dicking that had Sylvanas' body propelled forward with each thrust, her big tits swaying beneath her and the thick cheeks of her ass wobbling like beautiful blue waves on the ocean. Her asshole, stretched to its utmost around Neiza's cock, did its best to hold on as it was repeatedly violated and fucked with deep, toe-curling thrusts.

Even for Sylvanas it was a superb anal pounding, and if she had not already been accustomed to getting ass fucked by her Kor'kron guards, she would no doubt be a bundle of lost wits upon the floor, her mind blank with the perverse pleasure racking her body. As it was though, she held on fine, grunting and moaning with her face down against the floor and her ass raised high in the air, but otherwise taking everything Neiza had to offer without issue. She was the Banshee Queen after all, a superb fighter and tactician, but also an expert at taking all manner of dicks up the ass.

The ring of Sylvanas' asshole quivered and twitched, slick with saliva and Neiza's precum as it slid up and down the artificial dick pumping into it. It offered little resistance, accepting the beefy strap-on's deep, penetrating thrusts, the muscles of her body tensing and her ass clapping against the goblin's drumming hips. Their coupling was rough and tumultuous, sweaty and savage. Neiza's heart sped like a racehorse and she moved like lightning coursed through her veins, a small bundle of fury that battered against Sylvanas' thick booty, jouncing her body forward and jiggling both her ample tits and plump behind.

Every thrust drew the two of them closer and closer to orgasm. Neiza could sense it approaching, but her pace remained the same, relentless with each stroke submerging herself balls deep within the elf's bowels. Her fingers dug into the supple flesh of Sylvanas' backside, frequenting her blue cheeks with quick smacks that came to glow with fresh handprints. Face down and ass up, Sylvanas moaned into the luxurious carpet, her muffled voice deep and mellifluous, threading through the air like music. Her lewd song only spurred Neiza on, and the goblin's deep thrusts hastened them to a long-awaited climax that burst forth like a broken dam.

The two of them came almost in sync with one another, sharing a cry as the fruits of their labor came to a sudden exultant realization. A hidden mechanism in her strap-on now triggered, it pulsed and throbbed, unleashing its thick white load within the depths of Sylvanas' quivering ass. The pleasure shook Neiza like a storm, but she retained enough of her wits to keep up a middling pace even as she came, her leathery sack slapping a beat against Sylvanas' sodden pussy.

Finally, when their orgasms had tapered off, Sylvanas pulled away from Neiza and her tauren-like appendage, seating herself on the floor. She looked slightly disheveled, but otherwise no worse for wear. "I certainly hope you've got more left in you than that," she said, eyes wandering between Krib and Neiza.

The two goblins stood up with a nod, earning a seductive smile from their Warchief. She directed them into a new position, with her straddling Krib while Neiza stood behind her and above Krib's legs. It had been awhile since Sylvanas partook in a threesome like this, and her excitement showed in the way she rocked her ass up and down against the two goblins, fucking herself upon their tools and stretching each of her little holes around their girths. She directed the flow of their lovemaking, undulating her wide hips and jiggling her pendulum-like tits in Krib's face, moaning when he bent forward to lick at them.

At some point she slowed, however, granting them the luxury of controlling the pace at which they pleased her. Neiza was as brutal as before, stuffing Sylvanas' fat ass and abusing her little sphincter with deep and speedy thrusts that gave neither Krib nor Sylvanas much room to maneuver. Even so, Krib did well to keep up with his friend's tempo, bucking his hips into Sylvanas' squeezing pussy while he mouthed at her breasts which swung like boulders before him. It was a wild threesome, almost primal in its debauchery. The three of them moaned gleefully, and the duo of goblins pawed at her big blue booty with their greedy green hands, squeezing, kneading and smacking at it. Neiza in particular graced her behind with frequent slaps, enjoying the waves that reverberated across the Dark Lady's wobbling cheeks.

Their indecent indulgences continued well into the night, like a lucid dream or trance that clouded their minds in a pink, sexual haze. Sylvanas used them for her pleasure, and offered her body in trade. In a vague sequence of events, they did every obscene act they could think of, titfucking the busty banshee, hotdogging her ass which seemed almost too large for an elf, and even simultaneously fucking her armpits. They did everything and more, and when Sylvanas was busy doing splits on Neiza's now cum-depleted cock, her legs stretched out horizontal to her torso as she bounced, they finally felt exhaustion catch up with them.

After Sylvanas was finished using Neiza's cock as an exercise tool, the goblin continued to lie there, exhausted and huffing air. Krib was in a similar position next to her.

"I take it you're both finished?" Sylvanas looked down at them, arms folded under her considerable bust. The two of them said nothing, but nodded an affirmative as they recovered enough stamina to finally sit up.

"So," Neiza panted, "who won?"

"Pardon?"

"Who was more satisfying?" Krib prodded, hopeful that it was he who most pleased her.

Sylvanas brought a hand to her chin in thought. "Who won...?" It took her only a second to come up with an answer. "I did," she proclaimed. Her lips curved into a smug smile and her eyes burned a prideful red.

The two of them nodded their heads in acceptance, understanding that she was right.

As they recuperated, Sylvanas got dressed and left the room, returning not even a minute later. By this time they were fully dressed as well, and she fixed them with a cool stare.

"Despite your trespassing you have done well to satisfy me, so I will let you go." She gestured towards the door. "Now, leave me. I have instructed the guards to let you pass unmolested."

Grinning, the goblins bent at the waist in a series of appreciative bows. "Thank you, Your Eminence!" Neiza said, bowing once more.

"You're too kind!" Krib praised.

Sylvanas rolled her eyes and shooed them away with a gesture of the hand, watching as they scuttled out of the room. She had to admit, as one they were little but a distraction, but together the little goblins were rather impressive bedmates.