A request featuring Sylvanas, an undead high elf, and a male goblin OC I have written about quite a few times before.

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The noises had drawn her there, to that deep, dark place within Grommash Hold. It was not a part of her routine, her patrol, but she could not ignore the sounds. They were not distraught sounds, or angry sounds, nor were they hidden. They were loud and animalistic and dipped in revelry. The perpetrators did not care if they were heard and were making no effort to conceal themselves.

The room was open and doorless, however the entryway was curtained off by a tapestry of animal hide split down the middle. Her pale fingers gripped at it, peeling it back with a cautious effort and peering inside. Surprise flashed through her, and her long eyebrows raised by their own volition. The emotion was brief and unnatural. She was not accustomed to such strong bursts of emotion. Within the room was a display of such that she had not wondered about for many long years: sex. In this case, sex between Sylvanas and two goblins, a male and a female. They both looked young and normal, sporting nothing that stood out except perhaps for the female’s teal colored hair.

The male was relaxed upon the ground, moaning while Sylvanas serviced him with her breasts, massaging the soft, fleshy mountains up and down his member, smothering his viridian tool and causing it to leak with a consistent dribble of pre-cum. The female goblin was parked behind the Dark Lady, greedy hands spreading her blue cheeks with her face smothered between them, no doubt putting her tongue to good use.

The ranger watched with rapt fascination in a manner that was at first scholarly, curious about the implications of her dark mistress participating in such an activity and what that meant for her. They were both the same, mostly: undead elves that nearly looked like their living counterparts if not for their glowing red eyes and exotic skin tones. Did that mean she was capable of such things? The trio repositioned, and she shrunk back as they did so, suddenly unsure of her right to watch and observe. After a moment however, she peeked inside again. Sylvanas was on her hands and knees proper now, and the goblins had swapped positions.

They were a mix of cerulean and green, or cerulean between green, and the sopping, wet, slapping of bodies coming together assaulted her ears. Sylvanas was sucking on some kind of strap-on device tied about the female goblin. It seemed overly large and oddly shaped, as if to mimic the appendage of a worgen or tauren or other beastly creature, and she was surprised that her mistress could fit such a thing in her throat. From behind, the male goblin fed his length into her wetness, his small body battering against Sylvanas’ impressively large ass. He was surprisingly well endowed, and her eyes lingered on the brief glimpses of his cock she received every time he winded his hips backwards before thrusting.

She had been with other elves while she was still amongst the living, and it was clear, despite her obfuscated view and his small stature, that the goblin was well endowed. Sylvanas was enjoying it, and the wondered of switching places with her arose. For if the Dark Lady could enjoy cock, so could she. It had been many decades since she’d last engaged in that kind of primal undertaking, but she knew that it was not beyond her reach now. Undead or not, the functions were still there–the desire was still there, though it had not shown itself before. Even now the juices, the wetness, between her legs was beginning to stir.

It was unlikely that her mistress would appreciate her intruding, so she hatched a plan and stealthily retreated from the doorway. She would get her hands on that goblin tonight.

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The thirsty dark ranger was waiting near the exit under the pretense of keeping watch when the goblins finally appeared. She’d learned their names from another ranger. They came here often, and she was certain now that her plan would work. It was simple: lure the male away from the female. It would be easy, and the male would like it, no doubt.

She stepped in front of them as they drew close and gestured towards Krib. “The Dark Lady has requested your presence.” The ranger’s eyes shifted to Neiza, briefly inspecting her before returning her gaze to Krib. “Not the female.”

“But we were just with her,” Neiza protested.

Krib gave her a pat on the shoulder. “It’s all right. I’ll be back later,” he said, and then turned to the elf. “Lead the way.”

She led him through the Warchief’s complex and to a small room that was only marginally bigger than a supply closet with a glowing yellow-orange lamp of Sin’dorei origin that illuminated the interior. There was a simple bed, a simple table, a simple shelf with some books, and not much else except for a variety of weapons fastidiously stored about the room. When he stepped inside, the door clicked shut and then she was standing in front of him, her face a mask of impassivity. The air felt chilled, and she wasted no time getting down to company.

“Strip,” she ordered.

Krib quickly surveyed the room, checking every corner and every shadow for wherever the Banshee Queen may have been hiding. Nothing. There was no sign of her. “Uh… are you sure you’re not mistaken somehow? Sylvanas isn’t even here.”

The dark ranger was silent, but those piercing red eyes, so similar to Sylvanas’, said all that needed to be said. She stared him down, her gorgeous face expressionless, her eyes blinking at an unnatural interval as if she was trying and not quite succeeding at appearing ordinary. There was little choice. Slowly, he undressed, her gaze raking over his bare skin with every garment removed until he stood there naked in the middle of the room. Under ordinary circumstances he wouldn’t mind a pretty girl telling him to strip, but this was one of Sylvanas’ rangers, and the elf wasn’t being very forthcoming. Sylvanas was typically cool, calm, and collected, but he had witnessed on rare occasions her outbursts: catastrophic fury that shook the walls and your very bones. He did not wish to be caught here in this room with this ranger out of that fear alone.

Her eyes scanned his body and it was clear that what she was most interested in was the appendage between his legs. He mustered his courage and asked her for her name.

“My name is Vera Darkglade.” She motioned toward the bed with her head. “You will sit down now.”

If Vera was after what he wondered she was after there wasn’t much point in arguing, or complaining. She was no Sylvanas, but her elven beauty was apparent despite her unnaturally pale skin and red lantern eyes. He sat down and she eyed his resting manhood as it slowly stirred to life.

“Good,” she said, but it was as if she was speaking to herself, reading off a manual and ensuring she was doing things prim and proper. It was the next step that he was waiting for, and he watched with wide-eyed interest as the elf began to shed her own clothing. She wore light leather normal of the standard dark ranger uniform; it came off in layers, revealing more and more of her smooth alabaster skin until she was down to her linens. Vera was long limbed and lissome, with dark hair, skin as pale as a full moon and breasts that appeared almost out of place on her slender frame, so that when they were freed from their confinements he couldn’t do anything but stare. They hung high on her chest, full and plump and soft, with pink nipples that were hard as bullets.

Vera stepped up to him and kneeled on the floor between his legs. She reached out to take hold of his cock, but then suddenly stopped and looked up at him. “Do not move,” she said, and when he nodded she went back to work. His cock was semi-hard, more hard than flaccid, and it filled out in her hand nicely as she held it, expanding to the impressive length she had earlier seen. She jerked her hand up and down, keeping a firm grip that soon increased in speed as rivulets of pre-cum leaked forth and lubed up his shaft. It hardened quickly into a handsome green pillar that made the long forgotten urge to suck dick return to her. Her mouth watered for a taste, and so she moved a hand to his balls, fondling the sack and the orbs within, then lifted his cock with her free hand and licked up the underside of his shaft. She licked her lips, did it again, then bent forward and took him into her mouth.

He did not taste bad or good, but it was a fine, masculine taste, and she was quickly rediscovering her long lost enjoyment for sucking cock. The monotony of bobbing her head up and down and slithering her tongue about the underside of Krib’s shaft was reminding her of delights usually reserved for the living, now returned to her repertoire as she slurped on the full length of the goblin’s prick, taking every inch from tip to base. Like Sylvanas, Vera did not need to breathe, nor did she have a gag reflex anymore, so she throated him with an impunity that would have seemed impossible to her if she was still alive, varnishing his length in saliva with each rapid jerk of her head upon his cock.

His hand found the back of her head, but she needed no direction and continued to suck him with all the pent-up, forgotten desire of the last few decades, loud and sloppy, her chin dripping with spit and her lips gliding up and down his shiny green tool. Krib’s moans seemed to fuel her, and she began to make little noises of her own whilst looking up at him, sucking dick like it was her duty and awaiting her precious sticky prize.

“Not bad.”

Krib’s eyes shot open; Vera stopped mid-suck, her lips sealed half-way around his shaft. The first real emotion she had displayed since he’d met her crossed the ranger’s features, visceral fear dripping off her skin like sweat.

“Stand up and let me see you, Vera.”

Vera immediately did as she was told. His cock slipped from her mouth and she turned to see the Dark Lady observing them both. She stood tall in her usual set of leather and plate, arms at her sides in a pose that was casual yet commanding. “Have you been enjoying my plaything?” she asked, her eyes flicking to Krib’s cock and then back to Vera.

It was obvious that the ranger wasn’t sure how to respond. Was Sylvanas upset? Amused? She couldn’t be certain. “Yes, mistress.” She bowed her head and averted her eyes, still kneeling on the floor. “My apologies, mistress.”

Sylvanas let the two of them stew for a moment before speaking. “I should punish you, but with how little action you rangers get I find it hard to blame you.” She stepped forward and gently gripped Vera by the chin, tilting her head up to look at her. “Get on your feet and relieve me of my armor.”

“As you wish.” Vera rose and did as she was commanded, stripping the taller elf one piece of armor at a time and depositing them upon the nearby table while Krib watched. She had never seen Sylvanas up close and naked before, but as more and more of her blue skin was revealed it became readily apparent that the Dark Lady was in a class of her own, with muscles here and there, as well as healthy deposits of fat that amplified her curves to profanely luscious levels. Her tits were great blue orbs that stood proud atop her chest, with indigo colored nipples that looked perfectly suckable. A stomach of toned abdominal muscles tapered into wide hips and a thick ass that bordered on ridiculous given her athletic frame, and below those were long legs and powerful thighs that looked like they could easily crush her skull.

Vera’s fingers continued to explore her mistress’ body even when she was nearly naked, feathering over her skin and rekindling sapphic desires long since forgotten. Gently, as if in awe or afraid of breaking a precious relic, she curved her fingers beneath the Dark Lady’s breasts, lifting them, weighing and admiring them. Each would fill out nicely in her hand and their weight was great enough that she was forced to apply more effort than she’d initially wondered to lift them. They were heavy and firm despite their great size, but she got the feeling that they would be soft and pliant if she were to squeeze them together and smush them around. She resisted the urge to smash and grope and instead ducked behind the well endowed Warchief, grazing her fingers over her ass cheeks and hefting those as well. She lifted and jiggled them up and down, getting a good feel for Sylvanas’ big booty and again resisting the urge to go further, to squeeze and sink her teeth into each large but perfectly proportioned cheek. Sylvanas cleared her throat and Vera seized her dallying, scrambling to remove the rest of her mistress’ clothing.

Sylvanas’ boots came off last, and when they were removed she settled herself between Krib’s legs, motioning for Vera to join her. She did as she was told, and when she was ordered to resume sucking him off, she did so without hesitation, sliding the bulbous head of the goblin’s cock between her lips and sinking further and further, until she had a good three quarters of his dick down her throat. She pulled back all the way to the tip, then dove back down. Vera repeated this again and again, quickly, overeagerly, fucking her face on his cock with the noisy squelching of her wet throat filling the silent monotony of her living quarters.

For a time Sylvanas simply watched the ranger get her fill of cock, but then she joined in and it was with two tongues and two pairs of lips, mistress and servant, that lathered his shaft in their saliva, treating him like a sex toy for their own personal amusement. This was fine by him, and he gripped the sheets and groaned as he watched them kiss and tongue at each other around his shaft, making out and sucking dick at the same time. Sylvanas was more aggressive, skillfully licking up and down his manhood with the flat of her tongue, jerking him off with one slender hand, kissing Vera, and occasionally ducking her head to suck on his balls. The Dark Lady licked and sucked with a purpose, encouraging the other elf to do the same.

Vera was not as skilled, but she was willing to learn and willing to please. She followed Sylvanas’ lead, suckling on one testicle while her mistress sucked on the other, then moving to deepthroat Krib’s cock in turns. In no time at all they were working as a well synchronized team, two busty elves slurping on goblin cock, one pale and the other blue as moonberries. The view was so sexy that he could barely afford to look at them, but when he felt their lips leave his cock and their bodies shifting, he opened his eyes to see Sylvanas’ breasts enveloping his tool like a pair of pillows. She squished her fat blue tits around his shaft, sliding them up and down, getting them nice and wet before instructing Vera to assist her. The ranger obeyed, and after a bit of negotiating for room, her own milky white tits were wrapped around him, sandwiching the goblin’s cock between two spectacular pairs of breasts.

Krib cursed, his balls threatening to blow their creamy load prematurely, but he held on as the busty duo gave him a double tit-job. Sylvanas’ tits were larger, but her pale subordinate sported a hefty pair of her own and they were soon working him at a steady rhythm, jostling their tits up and down his member and making him groan uncontrollably. With every upwards motion the tip of his tool was hidden amongst their tit-flesh, and with every downwards motion it peaked out between, a spongy cap of goblin cock that Sylvanas bent her head to suckle on, sealing her plump lips around it and swirling her tongue in circles about his glans before teasing at his urethra. Vera followed suit when she was finished, copying her mistress’ oral skills and treating his cockhead like she was trying to scrub it clean with her tongue, swallowing every dollop of pre-cum until a haggard grunt signaled his sticky release.

He tried to warn them but it was too late. A spurt of hot salty cum caught Vera on the lips, but then the elves resumed their tit-fucking, massaging his cock between their breasts as he shot his load all over them, spraying like a geyser and coating their tits in his seed. They kept going long after he was finished expelling his cum, kneading their tits around his member until every inch of their supple skin was coated in a creamy layer of sperm. Sylvanas used her index finger to scoop some up, bringing it to Vera’s cum splattered lips and pressing it between them.

“Have a taste,” she purred, and when the ranger licked her finger clean she leaned in for a kiss, scooping some cum up off of Vera’s chin with her tongue and sliding it into her mouth. The two elves shared hot and willing kisses, swapping Krib’s cum between them and making a sticky mess before swallowing it down. Ropes and pools of jizz clung to Sylvanas’ breasts and Vera bent to lick those clean as well, her tongue gathering it all up so that she could devour the creamy morsels, making sure to flick her tongue over the Dark Lady’s hard nipples as she did so. She licked and sucked at Sylvanas, twirling her tongue around each puckered knub until they were spotless. Once finished, they resumed their furious kissing, their breasts still snug around his cock, and he remained rock-hard as he watched them intently. Very little slipped past Sylvanas; she side-eyed him as she made out with her pale subordinate, a devious grin in those red eyes of hers. She was putting on a show, and as he observed his tip began to trickle with more of his sticky cum.

As if to sate a great thirst, she leaned down to suck it clean before at last standing up. She ordered him to lie down and he complied, his saliva and cum-slick tool at full-mast. Krib was dying to fuck one of them, either or, he didn’t care which.

“Take him for a spin,” Sylvanas ordered, and even as Vera moved into place he couldn’t help but admire the way their full breasts hung large and gravity defying atop their chests, glistening with his seed.

Vera climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on top of him. She reached down to take hold of his member, briefly rubbing it up and down her wet slit before guiding it inside of her, and she gasped as the tip entered her, pausing for a moment to adjust to the feeling of penetration. It had been so long since she’d been fucked she may as well have been a virgin, but after a short delay she continued, gradually lowering herself upon his manhood while her hands splayed against his chest for support. Slowly, her mouth opening in silent moans, her tight little pussy took him all in, her walls squeezing in an effort to wring the goblin of his seed. Once she was hilted to the brim and stuffed with as much cock as he had to offer, she rolled her hips and grinded against him, feeling the delightful twinge of her clit brushing against him and voicing her pleasure with a faint, spectral moan. Sylvanas snorted an amused laugh and gave Vera a slap on the ass before climbing onto the bed herself.

She looked down at Krib and then turned to straddle him, lowering her ass onto his face and all but smothering him beneath her. He was blind and wearing Sylvanas’ ass like a pair of goggles, but he acted on instinct as he reached for her, squeezing at her meaty hips and backside while extending his tongue to lap at her juicy cunt as best as he was able. He slithered and caressed and pushed into the Dark Lady’s wetness, tasting her juices and making her sigh. She squirmed on top of him, pressing herself against him and looking for the best angle for his tongue to penetrate. Vera, meanwhile, was riding the goblin like a horse, her black-as-midnight hair restless about her shoulders as she bounced up and down, the slapping squelching of her sopping pussy filling their ears with every downwards motion of her pelvis.

Inexperienced as she was, Vera had quickly grown into her element, impaling herself over and over upon his rigid manhood, her tits jiggling and her pale thighs and plush ass thumping against him. Her moans were frequent yet just as inexperienced as she was: they sounded strange and surprised, as if her mouth was unaccustomed to uttering such satisfied noises. It had been decades since she’d last taken a cock or felt such pleasure, and she couldn’t help but suffer a quick orgasm that had her clit throbbing and her belly fluttering. She gripped him perfectly as she came around his manhood, and between his tongue in Sylvanas and his cock in Vera, it was obvious to him that there was nothing in this world better than elf pussy. He may as well have died and gone to goblin heaven.