The Dandy Draughthouse welcomed all - that was the goal Kadver Dandyscharn had in mind when he first designed the place, anyway. He found a pretty good spot for it too, near enough to Booty Bay that he could benefit from the constant stream of people coming both to and from the Alliance and Horde on ships, but also close enough to the main roads passing through the region that it was easy to come across if one looked for the signs directing you through the dense, tropical woodlands of the Stranglethorn Vale.
As it was, his tavern had quickly become infested by goblins and trolls, the most plentiful folk around. Kad didn't have anything against them personally, he was a bartender - he served everyone gleefully, and was always happy to steal a recipe or hear news and stories about faraway places and cultures, but other humans were not so charitable. The natural structure of the Alliance had an effect on most humans, making them far more judgmental, more arrogant than most, and they always had an excuse to act that way.
"My father died in a war with those beasts", "My mom was raped by one of those things you know!", "They're greedy, cheap bastards"...The list went on and on and on. In truth, despite being the same "kind" as them, it was human patrons he dreaded the most, though they tended to have the most coin.
That being said, there was something about this particular group of patrons from the Horde that was extremely troubling. Loud, rambunctious, they were fast becoming regulars, this was their fifth visit in the past week, and they piled on the coin so long as the drink was good (it was always good), sometimes bringing their friends as well, gathering around them as many as twenty-five other Hordies at times. They were good for business. Well, sometimes they were, other times they-
"You should leave me alone before I snap off one of your tusks and shove it up your ass. I have no interest in your little dick... mon." The orc woman finished her loud statement with a mocking tone, her lips curling into a smirk. A chorus of mocking ooh's filled the air, and the man being turned away colored visibly, fists clenching.
"What didja just say?! I'll teach ya ta insult mah manhood! HIYAAA!" A leather-clad troll monk screamed, dashing forward and slamming his huge feet into the chest of the massive female orc. They were across the room. His kick didn't have that much of an affect, she clearly outclassed the mohawked dude in every way. He'd been flirting with her only minutes before, and clearly didn't take rejection well. Something soured, apparently, Kad didn't overhear the specifics. Everyone in the tavern stopped drinking, and the bartender sighed, reaching under the bar for his sword - hopefully, he wouldn't have to use it.
The troll was a long-haired, lanky thing with blue skin and bright eyes, and he was quick as a whistle, but his wind-swift blows seemed to have the effect of a child's flick. "Take dis you bitch! And dis, and DIS DIS DIS!" Between each "this" he swung his fists full force, windmill punching his enemy. Thwap, thpppt - the sound of his gloved fists hitting the orc's chain-mail clad chest ripped dully through the air.
Nonchalantly, the big, bald orc lady finished draining a massive jug of ale. Three girls pressed up against her, their hands lingering on her emerald skin, their eyes full of hunger for her, giggled when she burped loudly, finally finished. For a minute, Kad wondered if for the first time one of these brutish Horde types would develop some sense. She had three hot women hanging all over her, she could just talk the man down, apologize… but of course, that was like wishing baby murlocs weren't so damn cute so those vermin could be wiped out easier: wishful thinking.
With incredible speed for such a huge figure, she grabbed at the troll man's head and raised her knee right into his face, an "Oooooh!" Spreading across the room as two of his teeth went flying, one of which was half his tusk, blood spraying all over her knee guard. The blow sent him stumbling backwards. Closing the distance, she fastened her hands around his hips and shoulder, the chorus of cheers from her friends egging her on, and she raised the shaggy-haired troll high above her head, muscles in her arms bulging as she roared-
"YEAHH!"
"Yeahh!" Her two-dozen or so friends cheered, lifting their mugs and cups in tribute.
The troll flailed around in her grip like a spitroasted fish, each of her hands firmly grasping him. There was no escaping the seven-foot wall of chainmail-clad emerald muscle.
Kad winced. He raised his sword to his shoulder, resting it there in warning, and called out to the group, "Hey guys, please don't start throwing each… sigh I don't know why I even bother." They completely ignored his loud voice, this group always did. A massive crash erupted in everyone's ears as a wooden table exploded with a spray of debris. The troll had landed on it, and, thigh skewered with a shard of wood, he began screaming in pain.
A line of bandaged, trembling men watched the show from across the room, they were sitting at the bar. One, a greasy-looking goblin named Dryxed, nervously glanced at Kadver. He had two fat eyes and a fat lip; he'd received them an hour ago after he approached a hot pair of goblin twins from the Glitzgal Gang, the "troublesome group" in question: two huge-titted gobby spellslingers. One was a deceptively cheerful sort, wearing glamorous dresses that showed off her body, the other in black rag robes and a mask that hid half her face, her big, black lipstick-coated lips on display. He'd come away surprised that spellcasters could throw punches as strongly as they did, but he'd gotten pushy. And rude. Exceptionally so.
"H-Hey, you gonna do somethin about them crazy gals? They're really wrecking the vibe of this place!" Dryxed grumbled loudly, but not too loudly.
"I don't know, I kind of like them," another "victim" , an undead, admitted - a warlock, who obviously couldn't really eat or drink, he only came here for the music - thankfully, even with a brawl going on, the bards never stopped performing unless they were on a break. They played well, Kad paid well - and he was lenient about breaktime. It was a good gig.
"That's because you're a masochist," a human, Cade, scowled, "So, what about it, Mister Dandy? You going to kick those bitches out at some point or let them beat the ass of every hot-blooded man that walks in here!? How can they expect men not to engage when some of them look so damn sexy… ugh-"
Right, so, the specifics of this group… They were an all female Horde gang called "The Glitzgal Gang", and were the sort that dwelled in caves, in the woods, and on the sea, usually traveling, and always robbing whoever they wanted. They were squatting in the nearby area, creating small bases, and the consequence was that they were constantly visiting his joint. And if any man walked in, like this poor, smooth-talking troll, and dared try to flirt with one of their members… it resulted in…
"Yeaah! That's it, you should gut that annoying pig!"
"Beat his fucking face in," A female tauren roared. In a fit of nonsensical excitement, she cheered as the orc delivered a one-two punch combo on the troll's once-handsome face. In celebration, the tauren dumped her huge cup of ale all over herself, before shaking herself off like a wet dog, all while roaring, "YEAH, YEAH!"
"Ugh, some of these 'people' are no better than animals!" A roguish human hissed from Kad's close left. He was sipping down a foul brew. As he spoke, the poor troll being beaten up stumbled very close to him, back hitting the side of the bar. In his landing, the troll almost knocked another patron off of a stool; this one, a big brown orc, was far more offended by his presence than the human. The bearded orc warrior joined in on the perv's beatdown, snapping his foot out to kick him into the ground, earning a loud groan and a wail of-
"But WHYYY mon?!"
It was also the wrong move. Helza, the orc on a rampage right now, was very particular about the way she liked to fuck up the guys who trespassed on her personal space. Kad had seen it twice before. The first time, a poor dude had made the mistake of getting involved. The same events played out once more.
"HEY!" The female orc roared, "That's MY prey!"
The orc didn't expect it when two troll women from the Glitzgal Gang leaped up, brandishing their fists and knives and jumping onto the armor-clad warrior, drunk and screeching.
"How dare you interfere!" One shrieked.
"Here we go again," Kadver sighed.
"H-Hey! Get off him you crazy bitches!" The orc man's best friend seemed very, very offended that these females dared attack his pal for such a stupid reason. His voice was barely audible over the sound of people fighting, the instruments and voices of Dandy's performers. He threw himself into the fray, throwing punches and knees, he didn't care they were women at all. Of course, when he joined, even more of the chic gang got involved too. The cycle that had taken place the other times they were here began anew. That is, an all-out brawl broke out.
The musicians went on break. Fair enough.
"Ahh, and of course, now the music is gone! That's the horde for ya, ruining everyone's fun." Cade scowled, shaking his dark-haired head. "Least I 'ave my drink."
"RAGGGH!" The orc lady was raising the man above her bald, tattooed head again. Right as the rogue was about to drain his mug of ale, the troll crashed into him with incredible force. Luckily, the wood of the bar was incredibly durable. The human, the chair he sat on? Not so much. Kadver winced as the rogue and troll both wailed in pain at the brutal contact, the human bursting into tears as he saw the state of his drink: a giant puddle of ale on the ground. The troll stayed unconscious, but the brawl continued. After pouring Cade a free replacement, Kadver stopped paying attention. Not because he didn't want to care about the fight that he should obviously put a stop to, but because he couldn't: one of the chick gang members was approaching. It was none other than the second-in-command, Lala, a total pain in his ass. Even the human who'd had his night disrupted so violently stopped complaining as she walked up, his jaw dropping. Kad wet his lips.
Lala Whetwhystle was like a goblin goddess, blessed by nature when it came to natural proportion. She was beyond hot, and she knew it. Lala's curves were ridiculous, and she walked in such a way that it was impossible not to think about her - her hips swaying side to side, her corset clad tits lightly bouncing with every step, daggers at her hip shining bright and deadly.
'Oh, Light preserve me, those hips, those tits…!'
"Hey big guy, need another round of the hard stuff." Grinning, Lala hopped up on a stool, leaning over the bar with her breasts crushed up against the gleaming wooden surface. When she pressed herself against it like that, it really emphasized her chest, creating a deep ravine of emerald cleavage. Kadver swallowed nervously, trying to avoid Lala's vivid, bright purple eyes, ablaze above her amazing rack. Her dense, dark emerald hair came down in ringlets on her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped, serene face and spilling down the front of her tits, further drawing attention to that region. Her knowing smirk drove him wild, but he kept his thoughts to himself. She didn't seem to care about the giant cacophony of screams and wails of pain behind her, flesh-on-flesh brutality sending people crashing this way and that, into walls, against tables… and it was only getting worse.
He could stop the fight himself, or he could talk to Lala. Those were the only two options, and it was obvious to anyone which he should take as a businessman. But, well, who didn't enjoy a good tavern brawl? It was good for the soul. So it was said. Besides, he had business he needed to talk about with this little woman.
"Sure can, but your tab's getting kind of big, so mind putting a bit more down?" Kad asked as innocently as he could… because the truth was, the human and goblin dudes were kind of right. Not that the group was ruining the vibe of the tavern, but that they were ruining the good vibe of Dandy - Aka Kadver Dandyscharn, himself. The last few times they left, not only was it wrecked, but many of their members left their tabs unpaid.
When he tried to bring it up to Lala upon the Glitz Gal's arrival today (she was far more friendly than their very antisocial gobbo leader) she'd somehow smooth-talked him into walking away with nothing, something about 'Him being wrong, and needing to recount.' He did recount, two more times, and he wasn't wrong - they just didn't pay up, and he remembered each specific person that screwed him, but when he stared into Lala's eyes, big, bright, violet and long-lashed, the tavern owner couldn't find it in himself to press.
But he wanted to. How long was he going to let her step all over him? He was acting like a total pushover. This was a business, not a charity, and every coin counted. His father had taught him that, and it was a lesson he held near and dear.
"C-Cmon Lala. Don't make me get rough with you. Pay up." To put a bit of action behind his words, he lifted his sword up, resting it on the surface of the bar and staring as intensely as he could. He was usually good at intimidating patrons, at least ones who didn't have the nicest pair of tits he'd ever had the joy of looking at. As it was, his hand trembled on the handle, and Lala's smirk widened as he was barely able to keep eye contact with her.
She was just so damn cute. That face had no right being so pretty. His mind went wild, he wondered what she'd look like with all that long, dark-green hair piled up behind her head like a pool of emerald water on her pillow. His imagination roamed even further as he wondered what her chest looked like naked, what sounds she made when she felt good...
"How bout you just pour me a drink and we talk business at the end of the night, hm honey?"
"Ugh, it sounds like you're all just going to dip again, and I'll have to not let you in next time."
"Good riddance!" Dryxed cheered, but he went silent when Lala shot him a harsh, fiery glare.
The violet-eyed goblin girl smiled sweetly, putting a hand on his. The rush of heat sent a shiver right up his spine. Kad froze, his dick stiffening in his pants. She'd never touched him before, and he realized he'd do anything to feel her again. Her fingers were soft, so warm. He wanted them wrapped around his cock... wanted to curl his fingers with hers as he pinned her hands next to her head and-
"Sweet, silly boy, of course I'm not going to leave without paying. I'm a good gal, we all are. You'll see." Coyly, Lala stuck her chest out a bit and giggling, causing her breasts to jiggle beneath her leathers.
Struck dumb, Kad mutely poured another round for Lala and all her friends, and even had the decency to walk them over to the girls.
For a group that liked his bar so much, they sure hated him. Most of Lala's personal group, about five other girls, didn't like to brawl so much. They did like to watch it however. The leader of the Glitz Gal gang was among Lala's best friends, and that woman glowered up at him as he set the mugs down around the table they all sat around, picking up the old, empty ones.
"Thanks, buddy!" Lala smiled, tucking a ringlet behind her ear and fluttering her eyelashes. "I'll call you if I need you again. What was your name, er... Kanzer right?"
Not even close. "... It's Kadver." Realizing how stupid, pathetic, and subservient he'd just been, the bartender dragged himself back behind the bar, and was met with a chorus of laughter. All the guys saw how much of a simple-minded perv he was.
The undead pat him on the hand. "Don't worry, bud. We've all been there. If I wasn't dead, well... let's just say I'd still have some bone to show."
"Ugh, shut up," Kad groaned.
Of course, Lala didn't keep her word. She snuck out with everybody else. At some point, Kad calmed the brawl down, and settled everyone with drinks, made especially easy when the bards came off their break. The rest of the night had passed smoothly, he'd kept his eye on Lala toward closing time, but in the one second he took his eye off her, she was gone.
Or so he thought.
He cleaned everything up with his few hired helpers, and when it got late, he dismissed them too. That was when there was the sound of the door opening.
"We're closed," he called out, sweeping up a mess.
"I know, but I made a deal. Had to go grab it, but here ya go." It was Lala. The curvy little goblin tossed a sack that clinked as it hit the top of the bar. Kad tried not to show how excited he was to see her. He walked over to the bar, took a sip of some ale he'd set aside for himself, and counted the money.
"This isn't enough."
Lala colored. "I-I know. Listen, we're all tryna clean up our act, settle down, make a place for ourselves around here-"
Kad couldn't believe this! "I don't care about your sad story, girl! I want my damn coin. There's almost 50 I'm owed missing from this! And don't give me 'I'll pay it later I promise.' You can take this, since you apparently need it so badly," he tossed the sack back, "and not come back." He turned away, scowling fiercely.
Lala was silent for a long time. He didn't hear footsteps, but she was the silent, sneaky sort.
"Listen... I really like this place. It's great. The mood, the way you set it all up... my family, my comrades, they like it too."
Kad sighed heavily. "Talk is cheap, Lala. You fucked me over. Maybe you can come back in a few weeks, but I don't do favors. You're out - at least for a while."
"..."
He had nothing more to say. He'd dealt with everyone at the bar laughing at him, he'd made a total fool out of himself and trusted her, but the truth was he knew he should've stopped serving her. She was stealing from him, using her tits and sad story to manipulate him. Well, not this time. If she didn't pay, she couldn't stay.
"Please?"
In a rage, he spun around to look at her, and was immediately struck dumb: apparently The Dandy Draughthouse really did mean a lot to her, because her eyes were teary. He was planning to cuss her out. Instead, he just stared blankly, unable to come up with any words. He wanted to stroke her big ears, soothe her, wipe her tears away. He kept his face cold, and his gaze dropped to her chest at the same time a tear did.
Despite considering himself a good guy, he had the filthiest thought - and he knew he had to commit to it.
"Pay me with your body then."
Lala launched into a bout of obnoxious laughter after hearing Kadver's demand, not before a long moment of judgemental silence first, of course. The alluring goblin girl seemed to think he was joking. The owner of the Dandy Draughthouse smiled slowly, coldly, but his bright gaze didn't shift for the duration of Lala's little gigglefest. Kad was able to maintain a somewhat stoic facade, but inside him a storm of emotions were blowing wildly; he felt like such a fool, for ever thinking their flirting was something more, but it went beyond that. Lala seemed to like toying with him…! Why didn't this little green woman ever take him seriously, think stealing, screwing him over would ever go over okay? Was the bratty bimbo just that used to getting everything she wanted?
Kadver imagined himself as just one in a line of a hundred guys, human and otherwise, that Lala toyed with. The usual soft-blue hue of his eyes seemed a stormy sapphire; sensing just how dark his mood was, and how serious his proposition actually was, the member of the GlitzGal Gang finally fell silent.
"Um. That look on yer' face… Woah, woah, wait ! You weren't kidding?" She asked, her lipstick-painted and plump, very fuckable mouth held part of the way open. He'd fantasized about kissing and doing other things with that mouth probably three dozen times. Confusion, horror swirled in her tone; one lithe emerald hand shot to a dagger hilt, and her violet eyes narrowed; quick little goblin, wasn't she?
He nodded, sword still in hand, only giving the daggers a slight glance. "I'm being very serious. Something tells me I won't be getting my gold back for a while… for some reason you gals insist on resting your haunches here." He beckoned around the big, circular tavern, then pointed towards the cold, windy entrance he'd pushed open with his sword tip. "This is my place, I built it with my own two hands. It's my sweat and blood that was poured into into it, you must understand, my LIQUOR poured into your cups that you've not paid for ! Three times in a row now, and I've been very, very kind… so how about we help each other out, you service me, and I forget about it all. And next time you pay or we work something out again." Lala's eyes widened at the implication of his words… that was right, if she pulled this again, he'd expect the same payment. Kadver's blood felt like it was on fire, his body amped up: he was doing it. His male patrons could no longer make fun of him, and he could no longer beat himself up for not at least trying to break the schism between them, regardless of their backgrounds.
The curvy little goblin brooded intensely, large lavender eyes blinking slowly as she seemed to honestly consider his words. He reached down with one idle hand, and toyed with the start of his erection; seeing that, the Horde girl gasped, and turned her face away. All consideration seemed to wither for a second, then, glancing at his package again and again, seeming terrified and yet eyes gleaming with a miasma of emotions, she began to vigorously shake her curly-haired head. "I-I…! O-Oh Kad, can't we just forget it this time? Next time the girls and I get loot it's yours! I promise!"
"I thought you were reforming your ways. What kind of loot are you talking about?"
"O-Oh, right-!" Panic flittered across her face, and the broad-eared goblin's cheeks grew flushed. Apparently the cleaning up her act bit had been, well, an act. Her huge eyes shot this way and that, as if she were looking for an escape route, before flitting back to him once more. Kadver wasn't a bad guy, definitely not a rapist, but he wasn't so nice that he was going to admit that to Lala. He'd made it clear how he felt about her, if she was such an idiot she felt afraid of him, that was on her. He took a step closer.
"No, we can't just forget it. So get lost, give me my money, or join me upstairs," he snapped, all out of friendliness at the moment. She flinched.
"Why ya acting so scary Kad? You're usually such a gentle giant."
"That's what happens when you screw around with other peoples coinpurses." -and emotions , but he didn't say that part out loud. He didn't mind that his harshness, the existing debt, his over six-foot stature, might color her thoughts a little, make her more susceptible to the idea of agreeing to his proposition. The human tavernkeeper had been trying to get with this thick goblin bimbo in his bed all week long, and been made a fool by her a few times too often. If she felt pressured to say yes, he wouldn't offer any words of comfort; he had to stop being so nice to her.
"W-Well screw you too, then!" Lala snapped, huffing, "I thought you were different than the rest of the guys around here, but turns out you're filth like the rest of your Alliance!" When those words had no effect on him, for he had much to say about her own behavior, she scowled, "W-Well, how's this then, I don't sell my body… especially not to human perverts! And that's the truth!" The words snapped out of her, quick as a whip.
Was suggesting she pay-up physically really such a big deal? Regardless, there it was. Her true feelings about him. Beneath all the tears and seductive manipulation, beneath her story of cleaning up their act, Lala Whetwhystle despised the idea of being with him, only flirted to get free drinks and a cheaper tab. He could see it in her eyes, and couldn't believe he'd been such a naive idiot. Kadver's tone was beyond sour. "And I don't serve thieving sluts. Off you go. And forget about the coming back in a few weeks thing, the "GlitzGals" are all permanently black-listed. This 'pervert' has had enough of your shit, find some other human to toy with." He poked her very lightly with his sword, compelling her to get going. Lala reluctantly headed toward the door, hands raised in surrender, but a few feet from the doorway she dug her heels in, refused to move.
"I promise you don't want to resist getting out," Kadver warned in a voice that burned with promise, and the goblin rolled her eyes.
"Wait wait, don't get crazy. No need for pointy bits and threats!" He lowered his sword with a sigh. "Jeez… alright, maybe I can meet you somewhere in the middle."
He waited. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I won't fuck you, but… well, how about I just suck that big hard snake in your trousers?" Lala's tone became utterly disgusted toward the latter half of her suggestion, as if it was the most disgusting, absurd idea she'd ever come up with. And yet she'd uttered it. Kadver couldn't help but flinch. Back when he lived amongst other humans, he'd been very popular with women. Getting into trouble with a noble's daughter was part of what drove him beyond Stormwind's walls, and yet Lala seemed to see him with nothing but disgust. Meanwhile, he would've done anything to have her gaze settle on him in approval.
Kad exhaled heavily. "You clearly don't want to. A disgusting human man isn't good enough I guess. Just get out."
Lala seemed to detect that there was something more behind his words. The curly-haired goblin wet her lips, and smiled softly. Peering up at him, she said, almost gently, "Well, fine. The truth is, I suppose I don't really think you're a pervert. It's not you Kad. You're a good guy, really. Most people would've thrown us out, and it's not like you're forcing me to fuck ya… it's just… I-I…!"
Kad waited again.
"-I've never been with a human! And that's true sure, but not cuz I think you're all ugly or anything. Just haven't had the opportunity… a-and more than any of that," The leather-clad, curvy green woman hesitated, "I haven't been with a male at all…. Ever. Never even sucked a… you know. I do think most guys are ugly, and their dicks even uglier, b-but I suppose you're pretty enough, especially when you're mixing up a drink." Kadver's rage had been pumping through his veins before he digested that little comment. His went silent, staring into the goblin girl's sweet, heart-shaped face. She tucked her moss-green hair behind her ear, eyelashes fluttering. Lala looked so cute when she was embarrassed, "And to sweeten the dealer further I'll even let you eat me out. But… nothing else. Just those two things. Okay? I promise it'll more than make up for everything."
He'd already admitted it in his mind this evening. He'd do anything to feel her touch again, but he had questions. Kadver's mind was marveling around the idea of being with a goblin female who'd only ever been with other women. He was a hot-blooded young man, she just awakened undeniable urges in him: he wanted to be the first male inside her. Not just her top mouth, the lower one too; like he was nothing more than a territorial animal! He craved Lala's body even more now, wanting to feel her moan in pleasure as he stirred her insides up with his dick.
"And you promise you'll at least start trying to pay your tabs after this? No more fucking me over?" Lala nodded. "Alright. Deal. Sit down, I'll pour you a drink while I finish cleaning this place up."
Embarrassed, Lala nodded, and took a seat. He poured her some of the dark brew she favored, and turned back to his work, wondering if he was going to regret their little compromise.
It was a good deal.
Lala looked good with a column of pale fuckmeat slamming up between her emerald tits. She kept her shoulders shoved forward, mashed her hands into the fleshy orbs as she worked her tits up and down his slippery dick, smearing his pre-cum along her skin. She really worked him, put her full enthusiasm into it. What a sight~ Getting a titjob from a busty goblin felt as great as he imagined it would; Kad resisted the urge to lay down with his arms crossed behind his head, knowing how that would make him look. Instead, he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, teasing one hand along her left ear.
She shivered when he touched her, and twitched oddly, as if trying to resist the urge to nuzzle into his touch. Her violet eyes were beautiful enough to fall into, really. Staring into them, he murmured, "You're doing great, but can you use that hot mouth of yours a bit?"
"Tch, might as well make a bullet list while you're at it," the little goblin snapped, but she didn't say no. She leaned forward, and, cupping the base of his dick more carefully, cupping his balls, she sunk the leaking head of his shaft into her mouth. Those lips felt as unreal as they looked, plump, coated in lipstick. Sucking softly, Lala took the head of his shaft in, swirling her goblin-like, slightly broad tongue along the tip, swallowing up thin rivulets of his precum. Still, she didn't stop working her breasts up and down his shaft with wet little noises. She took a break from sucking to spit onto his dick and her own breasts, wrapped her green boobs around his cock once more, and went right back to business. She was determined to make him cum.
But it seemed like the more she sucked him off the more she started to enjoy it, a natural enthusiasm entering her actions, a certain elegance to her movements. She choked when he went to deep into the back of her throat, but she never stopped rubbing his balls and shaft, both with one free hand, and with her tits. She pleased him properly. Never had he had such sloppy, full-service. This was the premium service of a Glitzgal member.
Kadver gripped Lala by the soft curly hair; the sight of her large freckled breasts hugging the lower half of his cock, lips caressing the head, made him feel oddly warm inside. The purple eyes, the emerald skin, the long, fine strands of dark-green hair framing her face, were all so pretty … the particular shade of her lovely, warm flesh was reminiscent of the fields and forests outside Stormwind. Blood pumping fast, heart racing, Kadver grunted, and he rested his cockhead firmly against her lips. He couldn't wait anymore. "Ready?"
"Ugh. A-As ready as I'll ever be," The goblin woman sighed. She said that, and yet she worked her tits up and down his pale shaft, and stared at the leaking tip with a certain predatory fixation that made him think she didn't realize how into him she was. She didn't want to like him, but it seemed a part of her did; her adorable resentment-filled face as she stared up at him was to die for~! This goblin girl was far too cute to stand.
Lala leaned forward, gripped his base, and slowly massaged his balls as she bobbed her head up and down to meet each thrust. Now this, this was getting head! For someone who'd never sucked a dick properly, Lala was amazing, surprisingly enthusiastic for someone so reluctant.
"Good girl," Kadver praised, dick twitching hard when he took notice of the shiver his praise earned. Lala liked being complimented… almost as much as she liked being praised. Seemed verbal play was her thing.
"You might not like dick but you're a natural," Kadver purred, giving her a soothing head pat. He meant it as a compliment, but Lala's expression darkened, and her emerald cheeks flushed, gaze sparkling with mirth. She mumbled something around his dick, which he could only understand as 'Don't get used to it. ' but that just made him want to torment her a little more. Grinning good-naturedly, he adjusted his position in his mouth so that he was pumping towards the back of her throat, cockhead nudging the back. Lala gagged as slowly took Kadver's manhood down her throat.
Grunting, Kad stopped being able to resist. He soaked the back of her mouth, thick, hot ropes of spunk erupting in her mouth. She gagged slightly, drew backwards, and then groaned as he drew his dick out and instead let his next load erupt onto her face and on her chest and hair. She smeared her fingers through the stuff, stared at it with a mixture of excitement and horror, then glared at the dick that still stood full-mast, soaked with spit and sperm in front of her.
"Not finished yet?"
Kad shook his head. "No. Sorry. Um, you can just suck me off again, if you want to."
But to his surprise, the goblin bombshell shook her head. She wet her lips, then sighed, and murmured, "Well… I-I guess I can try a guy. But just like with sucking on that nasty schlong, it's uh, it's a one-time service okay? Just to pay off my debt."
Kad grinned. "Really? So if I reached my fingers down you won't be wet?"
"OI! Don't even think about it! You know I aint! Like I said, only into gals. Now, how about you accept my deal before I take it back?"
Kadver hastily nodded. "Yes. Please. I want to fuck your brains out, if you'd let me…." The bartender flexed his fingers, his big body rippling with the desire to cum. His balls still felt full, he was ready to unload his kids in this green-haired, purple-eyed brat. She'd laid a spell on him or something, cuz he was feeling true joy as he led her to the bed.
He was a gentle-man at first. Laid the goblin gal out on the bed nice and easy. He even got on his knees and sucked on her pussy a little. He rolled her clit with his tongue, and lashed her entrance until it was completely soaked with his spit. Even tested it with his fingers, wiggled the digits, stretched her out- but he really had been waiting all fucking week for this.
His rock-hard dick needed to be stuck inside, before he woke up and this turned out to be a dream. When he had Lala with her legs spread out before her he nearly lost his mind with joy, could've burst into tears. Glancing down, he was blessed with the immensely delicious sight of her freshly-stripped body, the clothing cast directly to their side. And between her legs was the prettiest little pussy he'd ever seen, the thin layer of curls making it quite adorable
The second his dick touched that precious slit, he nearly lost control. But, he managed to catch himself, sink himself in nice and gentle, the first few inches of least. Once her goblin cunt took the entire burden of his entire dick, flexing and squeezing around him, and he saw Lala's tense, pained face, his control slipped.
"H-Hurryyyy it up," Lala gasped as the soles of her feet clapped against the back of his ass, dragging her into him. "Fuck me, fuck me and get it over with, oh fuck me you stupid human- mMMMNN!"
At her encouragement, he started to fuck her the way he felt she deserved. This little minx. This little goblin succubus with the perfect tight pussy, wet and tight as a vice. He was going to break her. He started moving his body like crazy. Never had he pumped into a girl like this before, never had he had such filthy thoughts.
"I-I love how cute your face is right now," Kad cried, and thrust his hips harder, enjoying the sight of his thick cock plunging between into Lala's tight, sopping wet pussy; the stretched out hole embraced him at the same time it seemed to deny him, inner muscles clenching down hard. Kadver grunted as Lala, whimpering with discomfort; she scratched at his back, but he didn't cease his motions at all. Instead, he noticed how cute her face was, and leaned down to kiss her.
She jerked her face aside, narrowly avoiding a lip-lock. "N-No, not that!"
Kadver laughed. "Really? I can kiss you on your mouth down there but up here is out of the question? Fine."
He shifted on the bed until she was on his lap, his dick still spearing into her, but the mattress there for him to lay down on. Like this, Lala was violently falling down on his dick, had to flex her toes into the mattress and move herself up and down, her tits jiggling with the effort. All the extra steps to fuck him that she had to take turned him on, she had to truly work his pole, couldn't just lay there and take it.
Perhaps Kadver was deranged, but Lala felt so perfect resting in his lap like this. Laying back on his large, comfortable bed, guiding her up and down his shaft and seeing her wet, dark green folds envelop him, made him dizzy with joy. Sex with Lala made bombs go off in his head, call in Goblin Fever, he wasn't sure - all he knew was that there was no way he'd be satisfied just doing this once. Grunting, he reached up and caressed Lala's hair and cheek, staring fondly into her eyes.
She blushed. "D-Don't look at me all lovey-dovey, bozo. Eyes on the prize." She grabbed his hands in her little green ones and placed them on the warm fleshy mounds of her tits. He grinned, groping in approval, slowing his thrusts to show his appreciation. She picked up the pace where he slacked off, rolling her own little crotch on top of him in a slow, hungry circle, gasping when his cock knocked against a special spot inside her. The goblin threw her hands over her plump, lipstick smeared mouth, eyes shooting wide.
"You like that?" Kadver purred, pounding into that specific spot, a smile lighting up his handsome face. The goblin couldn't stand to look him in the eyes, blushing, she wasn't able to speak properly, a bit of drool seeping from her mouth. Squelch, squelch, "Mmmm," she gasped as he pounded away inside her sopping wet slit. She was ridiculously wet, thus the delicious noises every movement of his cock in her made. She'd gone from a little bit excited to exceptionally eager. "You love my cock, don't you!?"
"Of course I don't," Lala retorted sharply, "I'm just holding up my end of the deal!" Her protest trickled off as he railed her harder.
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm going to be thinking about doing this to you every time I see you." He very easily shifted their position. Weak with pleasure, she didn't protest when he put her on her back. Surprising- a strong, independent lady like her being willing to take it like this. As it was, this angle was incredible ; looking down at her beautiful face, a curtain of forest-green curls like a halo around, curvy body completely nude, he felt blessed. Kadver pressed his cock up against her pretty little entrance again, rubbing her clit. She shook, eyes becoming dazed as he played with that particular spot. An adequate swordsman and better bartender, he was an expert with his hands; the swollen nub of her clit was hot and stiff against his fingers. He massaged his fingers into the base, rubbed back and forth, with no specific pattern other than up and down, sometimes slow motions, sometimes fast, but always steady.
"Look at that," he grinned as with every rub of her clit Lala squeezed around him, dripping torrents of lady-juice onto his cock. He made sloshing noises as he fucked hungrily into her. "You're so fucking hot, Lala. Our bodies are incredibly compatible. Might be made for each other."
"Compati-what? Don't use big words like that right now, j-just hurry up and-"
"Cum? You think it's over once I do? I'm gonna take you over and over."
"F-Fuck! Why does that sound terrifying and exciting at the same time? I-I hate you, you stupid human bastard!" Kadver laughed as Lala slammed her weak fists into his chest repeatedly, reaching down to grab both of wrists and pin them on either side of her head. As Kadver steadily stretched the goblin girl, he leaned down, and claimed her mouth before she had a chance to protest this time. Her eyes shot wide, her body went entirely still - he did not stop fucking her just because she froze up. Instead, he used the pause to gather his strength and pound her insides with purpose.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck!" Lala chanted, tears dripping down her cheeks, groaning in agonized pleasure as he rolled his tongue along hers. He understood now why she didn't want him to kiss her.
"I'm shocked. A little goblin whore like you, weak to kisses," he said smugly, a smirk plastered on his face as he stuck his tongue in her mouth and stirred it along hers. Unable to resist, she met the thrust with one of her own, and their tongue danced. He'd seen a pair of goblins kiss before, and had always found it… interesting . They used all of their tongues while making out, went deep, so to speak. He'd always fantasized about doing it to Lala since he met her, now was his chance to act it out: Kadver imitated the various male goblins he knew, the bastards would've been proud of his sloppy tongue action, tasting every inch of the inside of her mouth, sucking on her tongue, and never stopping the rapid thrust of his hips.
He stopped kissing her mouth to purr, "Your cunt hugs me even tighter when we kiss. You really like me."
"Shut up- s-shut it and stop- stop moving, oh myyy fuu- I-I can't think straight! I really can'tthinkstraight !" Lala yelled, and yet she sounded like she was having the time of her life, and her eyes were glazed over with bliss. Then, Lala came. It was a violent event- it probably shocked even her. The goblin spoke utter gibberish as she reached her peak, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Stickiness spurted from her stuck folds, soaking his cock, again and again as her body trembled, jerking this way and that. Still he did not stop his thrusting. He kissed her gently, all over her pretty little face and shoulders.
"S-Stopppp…stoppp," she groaned, voice slurred, and he ignored her, mating hungrily away. This sloppy wet slit was his, he was making Lala his! The goblin's legs wrapped around his ass, and he embraced her, hugged her close as he pistoned like a beast in a rut. In, out, in rapid succession, making her scream and clutch the blankets beneath her.
When he glanced down, he could see just how good she looked, her slippery labia clinging to his dick with every tug out, before he slammed all the way back in, sheathing as much of himself in her as possible. She spasmed as he pushed deeper than ever before with his most recent thrust, tip of his cock kissing her womb. Being that deep, spreading her so wide, was clearly driving her crazy. Tears of bliss streamed down her face, smearing her make-up. Lala looked like a succubus version of herself. She was drooling, snotting up, crying, she was a total wreck, and it was all his fault.
He took that opportunity, while she was all loosened up, to soak two fingertips in her cunt juice and press them into her adorable little arsehole. It'd been asking for it all this time, and he was happy to finally fulfill the winking hole's wish to be stuffed. She gasped sharply.
"Y-You fuckin' perv! That place is- that place is…." Slowly, he worked his fingertips into her arse, lubing it up, stretching it slowly, going much slower than he would with her cunny. Really, he was just plugging it up, giving her a dual penetration sensation…. Lala gasped.
"Take those out…. Oh shit. G-Gonna cum again! S-stop, pull out!" The curvy goblin begged. "Gonna really lose it this time…!"
"Good. Lose your mind, then… just be a good girl and cum until you can't anymore," Kad whispered back at her, sucking on her pointed ear, rolling his tongue around the tip and ruthlessly stirring up her dripping insides… she obeyed, ceased all complaints, just stared at him plaintively with those huge, lovely violet eyes of hers. He could stare into those forever… It was weird. Kissing made her cum, staring into her eyes was what undid him. Such a pair of romantics, weren't they? Cumming from such simple things while ruthlessly grinding their genitals together. Chasing the edge until they finally got that connection each desperately craved, even if Lala would never admit it. Now she was admitting it, with her body.
Then he was cumming too. Plastering her insides with great, thick waves of human cum. Lala's expression melted, morphed into a mask of carnal delight, even if she didn't realize it. Her thighs shot wide, her legs fell apart, and she let out a serene, delicious caterwaul as she took him in her womb, her back arching as her cunt squeezed. A third orgasm ripped through her. Her inner walls were threatening to strangle his dick now, squirming rapidly, trying to force him deeper, trying to drain even more cum. He dumped as much out as he could. He was pent up, very, very pent-up. His cock recognized that it was finally home, made itself comfortable, painted and stretched Lala into his shape.
He couldn't help but spank her a few times as she drenched his sheets…. But after that, he went easy on her. He completely slowed his pace, relaxed above her, heavily breathing. She slumped, limbs splayed this way and that. Her face could only be described as… slack. Everything was drooping. Her eyes were half-shut, her mouth somewhat open. A string of saliva coated her chin, her tits soaked with splashes of his earlier orgasms. She was a well-used mess. Utterly satisfied, he pulled his cock out of her, and collapsed next to her.
"Not so bad, was it?"
"Can't… speak," Lala mumbled, barely coherent, moving over the bed to cuddle up into him, shivering. He grabbed a towel from the nearby nightstand, wiped her off, and got her a cup of water. She drained it rapidly, seeming to be in a bit of a shock. He didn't blame her. She'd never had an experience like this before… and that meant many things to her, probably. All he knew was that he was way more in love with her now than he was before.
"You okay now?" He asked. "I can make you some food. Homemade, fresh meal, in the comfort of bed?"
"Absolutely not. I need to go home, I've already stayed here way longer than-" Lala went quiet abruptly as a sound pierced the air, a strange growl, coming from her midsection. She might've wanted to go home, but her stomach didn't. In a different way this time, her body was once again her enemy. Lala flushed, and slumped, shoulders pushing inward as she buried her face in her hands. "O-Okay, maybe just a nibble."
So she said, but the bitch had a damn appetite! Just one course wasn't enough, he was thankful he'd made plenty planning for leftovers! Lala was mowing down an equal proportion to him, something he never would've expected from a female half his size in height alone. He didn't mind though. There was something lovely about watching the beautiful, sharp-eyed rogue go through plate after plate of his home-cooked meals. He'd made them special just for her, filled them with all his love. When the meal was nearing its conclusion, she sighed, and slumped in her chair, arms over her stomach.
"I take it you're going back to your, uh, gals, after this?"
"..."
"..."
"Nah. I've decided I might stick around for a few days. I mean, I've gotta work off all that gold somehow. You got a waitressing gig open?"
"You doing this was payment enough. Wasn't that the point of everything?"
"Yeah, but what about in the future? I might not wanna screw again, my mind's in total chaos. Sooooo … am I hired?"
"… I'll think about it." But somehow, he had a feeling the Dandy Draughthouse was already half hers. It wasn't a bad feeling. It seemed, for the moment at least, he had nothing to dread, and everything to look forward to.