A request featuring goblin OCs that I've written about before.
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"She doesn't need us anymore," Krib lamented, dragging his feet dejectedly as the tavern door slammed behind him in the face of an angry troll.
"Yeah... she's got her normal fuck buddies back now. No need for us goblins anymore." Neiza sounded just as depressed as she walked, head hung low and ignoring the upset curses of those who nearly bumped into her. "And I've been working on new strap-on styles, too!" She flared her hands out for emphasis and nearly hit a meandering orc.
The duo sighed and continued their journey through Orgrimmar's stony streets. Late as it was, the orcish capital city was still bustling with people from all walks of life: orcs, trolls, elves, tauren, undead and of course, goblins. Their home wasn't far and they hurried along like they owned the streets, earning annoyed glances as well as weird looks from those who overheard their conversation regarding the warchief.
When they finally arrived home Krib fished his keys out from his pocket and made to open the door. The beer he had consumed earlier caused him to fiddle with the lock until Neiza began to shift impatiently and he finally realized it was already open.
"That's weird," he said, shrugging and stepping inside.
Neiza followed behind, still yammering on about her newest strap-on functionalities and how much Sylvanas would appreciate them. The house was as they left it--dark, messy and cluttered with Neiza's inventions. Or at least parts of them.
"I'm tellin' ya she'd love it. I really did improve upon the design since last time." Neiza collapsed into a comfortable armchair in one of the dark corners of the room.
"Uh huh," Krib replied, barely listening to his tipsy companion. He fetched some matches from a drawer and lit a few tree trunk shaped candles, casting a modicum of light upon the disheveled room.
"Figure I'll start sellin' them," she continued, inspecting her turquoise colored nails. "Get out of this dump and... Hey, what are you staring at?"
Krib rubbed at his stubbled cheek, trying to answer that question for himself. "A... shadow?"
Behind Neiza's chair a tall shadow stood, just barely standing out from the rest of the dark corner of the room. If he hadn't been looking at Neiza as she droned on he would have never noticed it.
Following his eyes, Neiza turned and looked behind her, reaching a tentative hand out towards the shadow. Her fingers brushed against something tangible and the shadow seemed to react to her touch, curling like tentacles around her fingers. Squealing, she jumped back off the chair and grabbed at one of her incomplete contraptions while Krib rummaged through a drawer.
The shadow stepped out into the light, leaving the dark corner it had been hiding in. A dark veil of mist collapsed downwards around the figure's feet, revealing a feminine figure clad in a black hooded shawl that covered her entirely and wrapped firmly around her body. The tendrils of darkness around her feet reached outwards towards the goblins as if curious with a mind of their own.
"Looking for this?" From within her shawl the figure pulled out a sharp dagger, showing it off as if to taunt them before dropping it onto a nearby table.
Eyeing the stranger's every move, Krib and Neiza breathed a sigh of relief when the intruder peeled back their cowl. A lingering veil of darkness dissipated, revealing a beautiful blue face and searing red eyes.
"Warchief?!" the two blurted.
"You might want to invest in better security rather than these silly contraptions." Sylvanas waved her hand towards an assembly line of half finished dildos and strap-ons.
"That's what--"
"He always tells me!" Neiza cut Krib off, smiling excitedly and looking up at the elf, her curves stretching enticingly against the tight shawl she was wearing. Sylvanas gazed at a few of the inventions with curiousity rather than disdain, but her focus quickly turned back to the goblins when Neiza opened her mouth again.
"Say, I'm a great cook and you're a guest in our home, you want me to cook somethin' for ya?"
Great cook?
Krib's anxiety doubled. Please say no.
"I do not eat." Sylvanas curtly dismissed the offer before continuing. "I've heard you two have been spreading some rather salacious rumors about me."
Neiza and Krib exchanged a nervous glance.
"Something along those lines may have been mentioned, yes." Krib spoke up first, followed by Neiza.
"Uh, not you specifically. More like us. You know, on the zeppelin, Grommash Hold... the massages. All of us, not just you. Nothing malicious of course." Neiza giggled nervously.
The Dark Lady sauntered into the middle of the room, turning their heads and demanding their undivided attention. Crossing her arms under her bosom and shifting her posture to lean on one of her wide hips, Sylvanas addressed the anxious goblins.
"Subtle boasting is fine, but when those rumors start to spread and become common conception I am forced to... quell them." The shadowy mist around her feet extended outwards once more, creeping dangerously around the goblins and their own little feet.
"Well, uh, no need to concern yourself with any quelling. We can do that ourselves, no need to go out of your way, Warchief." Getting whacked in his own home was not Krib's idea of a relaxing evening.
"Yea we're great at keepin' secrets, consider those rumors quelled." Neiza puffed out her chest and stood up straight. Her confidence made Krib question whether or not she truly understood the severity of their situation.
"If memory serves you said something similar the last time we met." The Dark Lady paused, giving them the opportunity to respond and perhaps even hoping to banter with them some more. When they did nothing but grin nervously she reluctantly continued.
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Normally
I wouldn't be so forgiving," Sylvanas disrobed herself as she spoke, revealing her voluptuous body to the two goblins. With a fit yet well endowed body that would make even Azshara blush and dressed in black lingerie that emphasized her curves, The Dark Lady was more than stunning. "but seeing these indecent contraptions has piqued my interest."
Smirking, she didn't expect an immediate response, nor was she given one. The Dark Lady was used to leaving men and women at a loss for words, particularly when she was clad in nothing but a lacey bra, panties and a tight fitting garter belt-stockings combo that hugged her waist and indented the skin of her thunder thighs. Slipping a finger under one of her thigh high stockings, she adjusted it in a manner that tantalized the duo, allowing it to snap back into place against her blue skin.
"I think you know the drill. Satisfy me and I will grant clemency. Fail to satisfy me and your punishment will be swift and absolute."