A smothering darkness gripped Orgrimmar like a pair of firm fingers around a slender throat, squeezing, gasping, struggling...
Torches burned in the streets, a great crackling fire as tall as a building whipped about in the screaming winds of town square, and all over citizens, many of whom were dressed in odd masks and garb, brandished their lanterns and brands as if to ward off the vengeful spirits of the dead. It was Hallow's End, and though many of the orcs and trolls and tauren did not celebrate the eastern born holiday, their warchief did.
Sylvanas Windrunner strutted through Orgrimmar's dusty streets, her great cloak billowing around her tall frame. She was hooded, but occasionally the light of a torch revealed her timeless features, beautiful, blue, purely elven in its angles, lips curved into a knowing smile that promised sinister delights. The wind was restless, moaning as if carrying the cries of a thousand forlorn souls and striking an icy fear into much of the city's inhabitants. They cowered in their homes, doors locked, windows shuttered, the faint yellow-orange light of candles flickering through the cracks and crevices.
Sylvanas was unperturbed. In fact, she was enjoying herself. And though many of Orgrimmar's citizens were determined to cower until dawn, a still sizeable portion of them gathered in the streets, following their warchief as if mimicking a procession of the damned. A Kor'kron honor guard accompanied her, keeping their distance yet mindful of her surroundings. There were altogether five, though one was a simple torchbearer whose light made their golden armor gleam with the dancing of flame. As with the wind and the choking darkness, Sylvanas ignored them, paying notice only to bark at them when they stepped too close to her. She was having fun, and guards or not, some green skinned meatheads were not going to get in the way of that.
***
"Why are we following her again?" Krib inquired, a perfectly valid question.
"Why not?" Neiza responded, a perfectly valid answer.
Krib opened his mouth and then shut it, temporarily at a loss for words. Finally, after scrounging around in his murky head for words, he opened his mouth again. "But don't you have a plan? You always have a plan!"
"Plan for what? We're just looking."
"Just looking?!"
"Yeah, now keep your mouth shut. I'm trying to concentrate on her ass over here and you're distractin' me." Neiza shook her head indignantly and stared ahead at Sylvanas, ignoring the troop of soldiers around her, as well as the eddying tide of civilians who had come to get a glimpse at their warchief.
As was customary for this time of year, the Warchief wore a costume—if it could truly be called that. Outfitted with a pair of heels that accentuated the swell of her blue booty and made her even taller, she matched her orcish guards in height, and even extended well above some of the shorter ones. Fishnet stockings ran up her long legs and hugged her powerful thighs, squeezing at the supple flesh beneath and indenting her skin. A pair of similarly designed fishnet gloves ran up her toned arms, fingerless and clinging to the slender muscles of her biceps.
The rest of her ensemble was just as sultry and revealing: her hood and cape were fairly normal, albeit blacker in color, yet the cape itself was split in the middle in such a way that there were two strips of cloth fluttering behind her, thus giving an unimpeded glimpse of her ass to anyone who wished to see it. Other than this, she wore what amounted to strings: a purple slingshot bikini that covered next to nothing. The thick cheeks of her ass were entirely uncovered, the trimmed silver fur of her mound peeked above what little covered it, and though her nipples were hidden, her areolas were not.
To be honest, Krib didn't think it was much of a costume, and it rather seemed like something a whore in a brothel might wear. Not that he, or Neiza, or most of the other citizenry minded.
"Come on, let's get closer," Neiza said, and so they did.
The two of them moved as close as possible to the Dark Lady, until two of the golden armored orcs glared at them with a silent, threatening message: stay away. Needless to say, they took it, though Neiza stuck her tongue out at them when they turned their attention to a troll that had gotten closer than they had, striking him across the face with the butt of a halberd while the other pushed him back into the sea of onlookers.
"Man!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah I know, broke off one of his tusks. What an idiot, getting that close to the Warchief." Suddenly self-conscious, he looked at his feet and then at Sylvanas and her guards, measuring the distance and determining his safety.
"No, silly, look at Sylvanas' ass! It's reflecting the moonlight!"
"Oh. Yeah I guess it is."
Neiza wasn't wrong. The light from the moons above, each having temporarily absconded from their fluffy white jailers, now beamed down from the heavens upon Sylvanas' exposed cheeks. Big and blue, Krib understood why his friend pointed then out, though he was personally taken in by the Dark Lady's powerful thighs and the sway of her hips as she walked.
Walked?
Why had everyone stopped walking? And why was Sylvanas melting?
No, not melting, blurring, misting, morphing as with the fog around them. His eyes searched for the outline of her body, to make sense of it, but then she was gone, bolting up and into the darkness. Her guards took an offensive posture, appearing frightened and confused, they gazed up and about them, unsure of what to do. The procession of once-joyous revelers broke and dashed away, leaving a brave few behind. Krib looked at Neiza, she looked at him. His eyes widened and she turned around.
Sylvanas stood—or floated—behind her, an oddly moving and rapidly changing cloud of black and purple smoke. Her garments, and the rest of her body in all of its solidness, appeared at random before the smoke shifted elsewhere. A right arm, a foot, a cape, a leg that seemed left oriented. The only constant in that billow of supernatural mist was her face, a corruption of ancient elven beauty that glowed with two red hellpits for eyes. Eyes that she channeled not just upon Neiza, but him as well.
"I thought I smelled you two." Her voice was surprisingly normal sounding, though there was a certain unsettling quality to it.
At some point Krib thought to respond, but his neurons seemed to have fumbled the message and his lips didn't move. Neiza faired a bit better.
"We're just celebrating Hallow's End, Warchief," she squeaked, voice barely audible.
"A wonderful time of year," Sylvanas agreed. "How would you like me to free your souls from their fleshy containers? That way you can join in celebration with the rest of the souls floating about tonight."
"Then those are souls crying out?" Krib asked.
The Banshee Queen smiled a smile that almost brought him to tears.
Her guards, having mustered up the courage to do their jobs, moved to encircle her once again. Her gaze flicked towards them as if glancing at an annoying fly.
"Leave!"
Though the command was not pitched like a yell normally would be, Sylvanas' voice nevertheless boomed as if with a terrible, echoing fury. The torchbearer's brand puffed out, a door slammed somewhere in the distance, and the wind paused its keening wail. The Kor'kron froze, then bowed, their movements quicker than usual. It seemed as if the one nearest to Krib was trembling as the group departed.
The street they were on—which, to the dissatisfaction of his racing heart, he could not recognize—was deserted now, leaving him, Neiza, and the Dark Lady alone with not even the wind as company.
Suddenly, her body—the mist—changed, reverting back to her normal form, hood, heels, and fat ass included. Both he and Neiza let out a sigh of relief at this.
"It would seem that you two have ruined the holiday spirit," Sylvanas said, eyeing the deserted street.
This they did not dare debate, however Neiza did see an opportunity, as she was oft inclined to do. Dropping to her knees, she shuffled a cubit or so towards the Warchief and grabbed at the pillars of her thighs, squeezing them whilst bowing her head.
"Let us make it up to you, Warchief!" She bowed repeatedly, hands rubbing at Sylvanas' legs.
"Alright, come along then." Sylvanas' response was immediate, and she inspected her black-painted nails as she spoke before turning and striding away, long legs carrying her quick.
Krib looked at Neiza. Neiza looked at the moonlight reflecting off Sylvanas' backside. The wailing of wind resumed, and they hurried after her.
***
Surprisingly, Sylvanas led them to their little home, waited for them to unlock the door, and then entered, a queen amongst a pigsty of littered mechanical debris. Turning in the center of the room, she eyed them expectantly.
"I have interrupted my festivities to hear your apology. Such a shame, as I rather like this holiday." Her voice trailed off in a way that made it obvious she expected an answer.
"We're very sorry, Warchief," Krib said.
"What can we do to make it up to you?" Neiza asked, ever hopeful.
Sylvanas seemed to suppress a roll of the eyes. "You know very well what you can do. Now strip or I really will rend your souls."
The two goblins complied, hastily shedding their clothes and standing before her like a pair of soldiers at attention. In the meantime she had done the same and was now standing fully nude, breasts high and full atop her chest, her abs gleaming in the light of a mechanical lantern of goblin design.
"Not much use to me without your strap-on are you?" she asked, looking at Neiza. "Go and fetch it, then."
Only a few seconds passed before Neiza returned, strap-on secured around her and a flask in her hand. She took a swig of it and handed it to Krib, who did the same and then set it down.
"What is that?" Sylvanas eyed the flask with mild curiosity.
"It's an enhancement potion."
"I see."
Krib's world was suddenly flipped upside down, his face inches from Sylvanas' womanhood. Surprised, he craned his head to look up at her. She was holding him effortlessly by the legs, his cock poised dangerously close to her mouth. As she wasn't bashing his brains against the wall, he could only make an educated guess as to what she wanted. So, steadying himself by gripping her hips, he pulled himself closer and began his quest to please her.
His tongue issued forth from his mouth, licking at her clit and passing along her moist slit. As he suspected, she had been expecting him to do just this, and despite the odd angle making things a tad more difficult for him, he pressed his tongue into her, parting her petals and snaking his way inside of her as best as he was able given his upside down circumstances. Sylvanas hummed, likely just as satisfied about not having to waste her breath telling him what to do as she was with his tongue usage. Shortly thereafter, she took him into her mouth where a pool of saliva and a curious tongue awaited. His cock was semi-hard and growing despite the blood rushing to his head, and she did her best to ease it into its full potential, sliding her head back and forth across his length while licking and lapping at the tip of his cock when it wasn't lodged down her warm throat.
Under her skilled cock sucking abilities he was fully hard in no time, and pre-cum began to leak from him like a faulty hose, streaming onto her tongue and dripping down her throat. Sylvanas made a surprised utterance but didn't seem to mind, instead working her throat muscles to better milk his cock and swallow his sticky juices, a tasty precursor of what was to come.
Surprisingly, Krib's pre-cum kept flowing and flowing into her mouth as she slurped on his tool, a steady and odd stream of fluid that she attributed to the potion he had consumed. She didn't mind of course, but it was certainly an unexpected delicacy.
Doubling her efforts, she sucked him off with rapid bobs of the head while he ate her out, awkwardly but pleasantly tonguing at her folds despite his upside down position. From behind her, Neiza positioned herself to do the same. The ass-obsessed goblin woman pawed at Sylvanas' cheeks, squeezing and lifting them before spreading them apart and burying her face in her backside.
While Krib was doing his best to eat out the Dark Lady's sweltering pussy, Neiza was interested only in her ass. Extending her tongue, which had broadened and elongated from the effects of her potion, she dragged it across Sylvanas' booty, bathing the full, plump cheeks in a shining layer of saliva until they shimmered a brilliant blue. She clutched them hard between her fingers then shook her hands and jiggled them a bit before smothering her face in Sylvanas' ass again.
This time she sought after her unclaimed star, reaching out with her tongue and pressing it against Sylvanas' rosebud. Enthusiastic as ever, she coated it in a heavy layer of spit before exhibiting some force and penetrating Sylvanas' ass with her tongue, diving into it while she grasped possessively at her thick cheeks. Sylvanas breathed a satisfied moan and rocked her hips against the two goblins, working herself against their curious, probing tongues. Thanks to the enhancement potion, Neiza's was as long as a giraffe's and she used it effectively, reaching depths that no tongue had touched before and making Sylvanas' eyes widen in surprise, a muffled moan rising from her mouth.
As well and good as her enthusiasm was, Neiza was actively smothering herself in Sylvanas' ass. She was small, and the Warchief was not. Her big blue booty practically engulfed Neiza's head, but she kept on servicing Sylvanas with her tongue anyway, too excited to pause for a breath of air and instead opting to slide her long tongue deep within her tight hole. Sylvanas purred and pushed her ass back against the goblin, spurring her on further, until at last, having exhausted her air supply, Neiza suddenly stopped. A second later she thumped against the floor, passed out and motionless except for the rising and falling of her chest.
Sylvanas half-turned to look at her.
"What an idiot." She muttered, eyebrows raised and eyeing the female goblin for a moment before glancing at a thin rope and a nearby chair. A smile crept onto her face.
"Tie her up, will you?"
"Tie her?"
"I know I worded it as a question, but it wasn't one. Tie her up."
Nodding furiously, Krib did as he was told, securing his friend to the chair.
"Good, now lie down."
Again he complied, albeit this time with more enthusiasm, and soon Sylvanas was looming over him, hand on his cock as she guided it to her slick entrance. Cooing, she fell upon it and then leaned forward, hands planted above him and her large tits dangling in his face. The Dark Lady was not one to be gentle, nor did she ask for her suitors to be so, and soon enough she was riding him at a brisk pace, her muscles straining and her large breasts jiggling. He reached out and took them in his hands, squishing them together between his fingers and then sitting up just enough to fit her nipples into his mouth.
As she bounced upon him, the tightness of her elven pussy squeezing around his girth, he sucked on both of her little nipples, lathering them with saliva and gently biting the little nubs. Sylvanas grunted in response, an animalistic sound that made him worried she might attack him, but instead she just kept riding his cock, slamming herself down into him as if she was trying to crush his pelvis. She was rough and fast, and all the while his tool drooled with pre-cum that made her already slick pussy even more wet with their combined juices.
The mashing and squelching of her body against his sounded clear and raunchy, a delightful treat to his ears. She squeezed and squeezed, her tight cunt constricting around his manhood to an unnatural degree until he finally came, emptying his balls within the Dark Lady's womb while his hands groped at her luscious tits. A half-smile pulled at her lips, but otherwise she kept going, bouncing her ass down against him and providing no respite for the horny goblin until she finally decided to change positions.
By now Neiza had awakened from her brief nap and was eyeing them angrily. She struggled against her bindings but could do nothing but watch as Krib kneeled between Sylvanas' legs and pushed forward, sliding his cock into the tight confines of her welcoming cunt. The Warchief crooned, relaxing on her back like a pleased cat and allowing him to take control, her hands grasping at her pillowy tits and mashing them together. Krib fucked her as she had fucked him, gracing her pussy with quick and powerful strokes that had his nuts beating rhythmically against her ass. Full of spirit and energy as he was, he fucked her like this for a brief period only, hands holding her firmly by the thighs as he pistoned himself into her, until Sylvanas forced him off of her.
With a mischievous gleam in her crimson eyes, she crawled over to Neiza on her hands and knees, motioning for Krib to continue when she was in place, her tits brushing against the goblin's erect strap-on. Krib was on her in no time, taking a firm hold of her plump asscheeks and stuffing her pussy once again, resuming the swift pace at which he had been previously fucking her. The force at which he was drilling her caused her ass to jiggle, and Neiza struggled helplessly even as Sylvanas began to titfuck her.
The Dark Lady squeezed her breasts around Neiza's strap-on and undulated them up and down, quickly drawing forth a deluge of pre-cum that leaked from the tip, oiling up her big tits and making it even easier for her to titfuck the goblin. And though she appreciated the boobjob, Neiza was still nevertheless bound and helpless while the two of them teased her, and Krib's annoying gestures and pointing of the tongue at her didn't make things much better. There was nothing she could do but glare and get angrier at Krib as he slammed Sylvanas' pussy from behind.
After a few minutes of this, Sylvanas took Neiza's cock into her mouth, humming around it and appreciating both its taste and the continued efforts of Krib who was working her from behind like a little green jackhammer. Though Neiza had modified her strap-on to almost comical levels of size, she deepthroated it easily, throat distending slightly with each downward motion of her head. Slow, languid and deliberate, Sylvanas enjoyed herself as she sucked on Neiza's artificial tauren cock, enjoying not only its true-to-life flavor, but also the way the goblin struggled and raged against the rope holding her in place. Try as she might she could not break free, and after a short while of Sylvanas' rigorous cock sucking she blew her load into the elf's mouth, squirting a series of artificial cum down her throat.
Even after swallowing her cum Sylvanas remained attached to her groin with the entirety of Neiza's cock down her throat, appearing almost relaxed despite the dick in her mouth and Krib humping her from behind. His movements were quick and his breath ragged as he used her pussy, holding on tight to her booty and slapping at it when he felt like it wasn't quite jiggling enough. Still Sylvanas didn't move, her mouth stuffed to the brim and her lips wrapped in a circle around Neiza's shaft, but when Krib finally howled his release and nutted inside of her she groaned, eyes shuttering for a moment as she climaxed.
Krib buried his fingers in Sylvanas' cushiony asscheeks as he came, his churning balls pressing tight against her pussy as he drenched it with cum until it was flowing out of her like a waterfall. Thrusting into her a few more times and stirring up her creamy pussy, he pulled out and sighed, collapsing into a nearby chair.
Now that he was finished, Sylvanas released the cock in her mouth, stood up, and nonchalantly stepped towards the center of the room. Glancing back at Neiza, she then performed a middle split, lowering herself to the floor with her legs horizontal to her core, emphasizing the roundness of her ass and making it appear even bigger than usual. Leaning forward and extending her hands before her, she stretched, her muscles flexing briefly and her booty wobbling slightly.
"Well?" she teased. "Don't you want to hear your warchief scream as you pump and fill her ass full of cock?" Sylvanas reached one hand back and grabbed at one of her cheeks, spreading it wide as a smirk tugged at her lips.
Neiza groaned in frustration and wiggled against the rope holding her, putting all of her energy and strength into freeing herself. She failed and then tried again, then again until she could finally feel it beginning to loosen. Grinning like a prisoner seeing green grass for the first time in years, she exerted herself once more and the rope let go, releasing her.
Propelled by her momentum, she stumbled out of the chair, fell, picked herself up and then rushed over to Sylvanas who was still splayed out on the ground, legs on either side of her and leaning forward with her chin in the palm of her hand as if in waiting.
"No mercy!" she cried, one hand holding tight to one of Sylvanas' plump cheeks while her other hand guided her cock forward until it pressed against the elf's defenseless asshole. No doubt getting exactly what she wanted, Sylvanas said nothing but purred and shook her ass back against her.
Biting her lip, Neiza pushed forward and met some resistance before the Dark Lady's little star finally submitted to the cock seeking to penetrate it, stretching a wide ring around the flared tauren-like cockhead and hugging tight to the shaft as she shoved forward. Her girthy strap-on penetrated deeper and deeper, widening the Warchief's bowels until every inch was nestled deep within her. Inhaling a gulp of air and then exhaling, Neiza withdrew from Sylvanas' ass and then pushed forward again, repeating this slowly and enjoying the way her blue cheeks spread around the massive cock invading her guts.
Further demonstrating her flexibility, Sylvanas folded her arms on the ground and rested her head atop them, legs still split on either side of her while Neiza picked up the pace, entering a brisk tempo that had her hips bouncing off of the round cheeks of Sylvanas' thick booty. Initially it jiggled, but then it built into a frantic wobble as Neiza's strokes became quicker and more forceful, sending great rippling waves along her ass as it was hammered full of dick.
Sylvanas sighed pleasantly, clearly enjoying the deep, royal ass pounding she was receiving. Neiza's strap-on, which was designed with careful consideration to replicate the fattest tauren cock she could find to model for her, would have no doubt hurt a normal elf. Thankfully Sylvanas was no normal elf. She took every inch with husky grunts and pleased moans, the muscles of her ass squeezing and contracting as her sphincter was abused and her bowels thoroughly fucked.
"Your fat ass," Neiza began, thrusting forward and forcing a good foot of dick into Sylvanas' backside, "has been begging to get fucked all night."
Sylvanas said nothing, but moaned and pushed her behind back against her, enjoying the harsh treatment.
Continuing the rough and deep dicking of Sylvanas' ass, Neiza kneaded at her pliant, meaty cheeks, molding them like dough and gracing them with frequent open handed slaps that crackled like lightning within the small room. Sylvanas slinked a hand down underneath her, cupping her mound and rubbing frantically at her clit while Neiza doubled her efforts, her artificial balls smacking against the banshee's dripping pussy while her cock rearranged her insides and stretched her asshole as wide as seemingly possible. Her cheeks darkened in color from all of the smacks against it, and the wild, noisy clapping of her ass against Neiza's groin carried out into the quiet outside air.
Though her strap-on was tauren, Neiza was not; nevertheless, she pumped Sylvanas' bubbly booty like mad until the lusciously stacked elf shivered and groaned in a well deserved orgasm. On the verge of a climax herself, Neiza kept pounding and pounding for a few minutes more until she could no longer hold it back, cumming inside of Sylvanas' bowels and then urging her onto her hands and knees afterwards where she continued her anal crusade, humping the Dark Lady well into the night.
Neiza was sweaty, Sylvanas equally so, but the two of them fucked without tiring until Krib finally returned. Switching things up, Sylvanas laid down with her legs over Neiza's shoulders. Taking hold of her powerful thighs, Neiza stuffed the Dark Lady's ass again and resumed her speedy pace from before. Krib on the other hand straddled her chest and fed her with his manhood, facefucking her until his balls began to slap lightly against her chin. Stroking, grunting and fucking until two more sticky loads had been deposited within Sylvanas' holes, they changed positions again.
Rolling back onto her hands and knees, Sylvanas arched her back and shoved herself against Neiza as the goblin penetrated her sphincter and worked on further punishing her bulging booty. Krib took up post in front of his warchief, hand grasping at his saliva-slick tool. His cockhead brushed against her lips and she eagerly devoured it, fellating him with deep bobs of the head that had his cock inching down her gullet. Their enhancement potion was superbly effective and they spitroasted Sylvanas for hours, swapping positions repeatedly until all three of her holes had been treated to a hearty helping of jizz. Eventually though, after many orgasms from both goblin and elf alike, the two of them tired and came to a reluctant stop.
"Done already?" Sylvanas asked, giving Krib's cockhead a quick lick and catching a drooling dollop of cum.
Neiza, hands gripping firmly at the soft blue cheeks of her ass, slowly withdrew her cock from the Dark Lady's asshole, leaving it temporarily gaping and leaking cum. She wringed out the rest of the artificial cum from her balls, jerking it onto Sylvanas' ass and her muscled back before sighing contentedly.
"This Hallow's End was great," she said, raising her hand and high-fiving her friend.
"I'm not sure how you always get us into these situations," Krib began, jerking his cock and spurting a glob of cum at Sylvanas' face, "But yeah, it was pretty damn good."
Sylvanas caught it in her mouth, swallowed the creamy wad, and then stood up, legs wobbling briefly before stabilizing and standing up straight.
"Good enough to keep your souls," she agreed. For a quick moment it looked as if Sylvanas was going to dismiss them before realizing that she was in their home. Gathering her belongings and donning her skimpy costume once more, she sauntered over towards the door, cloak billowing and ass fully visible, her holes dripping with cum. "Next time though, you might not be so lucky."
She shot them a sly smile, deadly and suggestive, before disappearing into the night.
"Nice lady," Neiza said without a hint of sarcasm. "But you..." She moved threateningly towards him, looking none too pleased. "Like tying me up do you?"
"Oh boy."
***
"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.
"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.