Crime and Punishment

A request featuring a client's 2 goblin OCs and a continuation of sorts to my 'Massage Therapy' story.

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Night blanketed Orgrimmar, enveloping two little goblins as they trodded down the street.

"The warchief certainly pays well. That was the best restaurant I've been to in years!" Krib contentedly patted his stomach and looked over at his companion. Both had a wide smile on their faces.

"You're tellin' me! That roasted clefthoof was delicious." Neiza patted her stomach as well and then nudged Krib on the shoulder. "Say, think she'd hire us again?"

"No way; that was all of our luck from the rest of our lives condensed down into one little moment. It's nothing but bad luck from here on out. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if we were killed by some lunatic right here right now." Krib used his hands to emphasize his point, waving them around at the dark street corners.

"Don't be stu--"

A shadow, darker than the rest save for two glowing red dots, dropped down a few feet in front of them.

"We're dead." Krib scooched closer to Neiza in an attempt to hide behind her as she did the same to him.

"Be not afraid." The shadow spoke in a feminine voice--cool, calm and serene. She slid up to them, nonchalantly glancing between the two with her piercing red eyes.

Neiza heaved a sigh of relief upon realizing the shadow's identity. Between the scary eyes and the long ears sticking out above the figure's hood there could only be one explanation.

"It's just one of the Dark Lady's dark lady rangers!"

"That's a relief," Krib sighed.

"The Dark Lady requests your presence as soon as you're able." The undead elf pulled a letter from her satchel and presented it to Krib but Neiza snatched it before he could accept it.

The ranger's eyes glided uncaringly over to the female goblin. "For your records," she said, lacking any hint of emotion.

"We'll be there within the hour!" Neiza exclaimed, clearly excited.

Her task completed, the elf nodded, turned with a flap of her cloak and left, fading quickly into the darkness.

"Aren't we lucky?" Krib laughed. "I mean, this has to be a good thing, right? Maybe she'll let us massage her again, eh?"

"Yeah! I bet that--" She stopped suddenly.

"What is it?"

Neiza twirled a stray lock of her teal hair and forced out a nervous laugh.

"What? What's with that look?" His anxiety immediately shot through the roof. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"Nothing! I just... borrowed one of her thongs." Neiza looked down at her feet, playing footsies with herself.

"You stole the warchief's thong?"

"Well, it has this cute little skull on it and it was just lying on the bed..."

Krib buried his face in his hands. "We're dead. And all because of a damn thong."

"Oh don't be like that, she'll probably just lock us up for awhile."

"Locked up in an orcish prison. Great."

They hurried on their way back home to get ready for their appointment, Krib muttering obscenities all the while.

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Having quickly made their way to Grommash Hold, the fortress loomed dauntingly above them, casting a foreboding shadow over the dimly lit area around it. A number of guards stood watch, each intimidating in their own right with their heavy plate and equipped with axes larger than the goblins.

As they stepped up, Krib couldn't help but feel that there were more than the eyes of the nearby guards upon him. To his right, Neiza shivered, clearly feeling a similar sensation. He glanced up but saw nothing, though he was certain there were eyes surveying him from the rooftop. Perhaps with their bows on him.

When they were near the entrance they were halted by a guard--one of the mag'har from Draenor. Odd considering how few in number they were.

"What business have you?" he grumbled.

"We were summoned... um, by Sylvanas." Neiza chirped, eager to get inside.

The orc looked them over with a discerning eye and a furrowed brow. It was a long few seconds but eventually he grunted, nodded and then led them indoors.

"We'll see about that."

He brought them inside to a small room, dimly lit by the fire of a flickering lantern. A dark ranger--different from the one earlier--appeared soon after.

"They say the warchief is expecting them." The orc's gruff voice rumbled from behind the two goblins.

"I'm not aware of any late night appointments." The ranger appraised the two, her face pale like a ghost. "Your bag, please."

Neiza reluctantly handed the elf her satchel for inspection. It was soon dumped out onto the table, revealing--amongst other things--a thong and a green strap-on.

The dark ranger didn't seem to mind the odd assortment of items, but Krib felt nervous anyways.

"Well we only found out ourselves about an hour ago. One of you guys gave us this letter." Krib made to hand the ranger the letter but stopped when the shadow from earlier appeared behind her.

"They are telling the truth, sister." The second ranger placed her hand--blue rather than pale white--upon the first ranger's shoulder. "I will take care of them."

"As you wish, Anya." She put Neiza's things back inside the satchel and handed it back to her.

The second ranger--Anya--nodded towards the goblins and motioned for them to follow her. They hastily obeyed, leaving the previous security behind as they disappeared further into the depths of the dark fortress.

The duo followed closely at the elf's heels, otherwise they would surely get lost amongst the incongruent halls, black and devoid of light as they were.

After a short but unsettling trek through the warchief's lair, the ranger stopped and turned, causing Krib and Neiza to nearly bump into her.

"Wait here." She disappeared behind a leather tapestry with the Horde symbol brushed over it.

"If you just give it back to her immediately she might be lenient," Krib whispered to his thieving companion.

"Or she doesn't even know about it and if I do that we'll end up in an orcish prison doing hard labor for ten years!" Neiza snapped back.

"Ten years for a thong?"

"You don't know nuthin about orc law." She pointed at him and shook her head.

"Oh and--" Krib was cut off by the ranger emerging from the other side of the curtain.

"The Lady will see you now." Anya nodded to them and left, disappearing down the halls from whence they had came.

"Give it back to her," he repeated as a final reminder, his voice hushed as they made their way into the warchief's chambers. Neiza didn't acknowledge him and instead rushed forward.

"My, aren't you eager."

A voice pierced the silence--spectral, feminine and oddly sexy.

Krib jumped in fear while Neiza jumped for joy, a mischievous smile on her face.

Sylvanas emerged from an unnoticed corner of the room, hips swaying while her long legs carried her to the center of the room. Oddly enough, she was not clad in her usual ensemble of leather and plate but instead a slim black dress that went down to her toes. It hugged her at the waist, emphasizing her wide hips as well as the swell of her bust pushing against the fabric. Her hands were adorned by a similar pair of long gloves, fingerless and covered in skulls.

"Do you know why I summoned you?" Her hands moved to those broad hips of hers.

"Um, for a massage?" Neiza said, voice full of hope.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"...And this thong?" The turquoise haired goblin hurriedly fished the undergarment out of her bag and presented it to the warchief.

Sylvanas took it from her and walked away towards another shadowy corner of the room, speaking as she did so.

"I do not take theft lightly," she began, two pairs of eyes locked on her large ass while she walked. "and stealing from the warchief is something else entirely. I could sentence you to hard labor... or even death if I so choose." She disappeared into the shadows, presumably putting the thong away.

"That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" Krib asked, voice meek and laced with fear. "By the way, I had nothing to do with it, was all her.

Neiza glared at him but couldn't utter a retort in time before Sylvanas spoke up again.

"Harsh?" She stepped back into the dim orange light. "I suppose it is, but then how should I deal with the two of you?" This time her hands crossed under her bosom, further accentuating her stacked chest.

"How about a massage?" Neiza offered.

Sylvanas' lip curved into a sly smile. "Yes, a... massage. I think that will do just fine."

"Really? We'll have to go and get our equipment though." Krib couldn't believe his pointy green ears. Off the hook for just a massage?

"That won't be necessary. All the equipment you'll need is in that bag."

"Ohh you mean that kind of massage! And here I thought we would be put to death." Neiza set her bag down and pulled from it her phallic invention. Large, green and covered in sensory receptors, she hadn't used it since last time on the--

"We'll see about that."

So the death penalty was still on the table. Better make this count then.

"Come. Appeal to my... generosity."

Sylvanas turned and beckoned for them to follow. A light turned on in front of her, revealing a plush looking bed that she slowly glided towards. As she walked, each step was deliberate--full of confidence with her hips swaying side to side, captivating the goblins as they watched. The dress that hugged her form was released from her, collapsing to the ground in a pool of blackness and revealing her stunning body, naked in all of it's glory.

Sultry and blue, Sylvanas had a sinful body. Ghostly blonde tresses flowed midway down her toned back and her long legs led up to a firm yet supple behind shaped like an upside down heart that jiggled as she walked, enchanting the goblins as they affixed their eyes upon her thick cheeks.

She stopped abruptly before reaching the bed.

"You know, you two are the perfect height." She looked them both over appraisingly.

"For what?" Krib asked, struggling to ignore her breasts and look her in the eyes.

"For servicing me." She made an impatient gesture with her hand. "Strip."

Neiza was out of her clothes in a flash, strapon attached to her and ready for action. Her companion followed suit shortly afterwards, his semi-hard cock matching the female goblin's artificial penile contraption.

"Quick. I like it." Sylvanas took a step towards them, coming to a stop with her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips. It was a clear invitation and they did not want to keep her waiting.

Neiza was first of course, rushing behind the Dark Lady and burying her face in her ass. Krib trailed shortly behind her, his fear of being put to death decreasing with every lap of his tongue against Sylvanas' moist quim.

"Very good..." Sylvanas murmured, voice husky.

Krib worked his tongue like his life depended on it, but when he reached up with one hand to rub her clit she slapped it away, confining him to using his mouth and his mouth only. As such, he deemed to suck on her little nub instead, much to the Dark Lady's satisfaction. She put her hand on his head and held him there for a moment before forcing him down. Taking the hint, Krib got to work tongue fucking her cunt.

On the opposite end, Neiza was doing the same to her booty, eating out her ass while groping her big blue cheeks. As small as she was and as big as Sylvanas' behind was, Neiza was overwhelmed, unable to see anything but the elf's ass enveloping her face. The gloomy yet pleasant scent of wilted roses invaded her nostrils--a perfume no doubt, gentle and not overtly strong. Her senses were assailed by Sylvanas' body and so Neiza did the only thing she could--or wanted--to do.

She ate her cake, covering the inside of the elf's cheeks with saliva.

Unlike Krib her hands weren't restricted, though Sylvanas did reach back to grab hold of her skull. The warchief forced the two against her with unnatural strength, not letting go until she was satisfied with the oral treatment she had received.

When Sylvanas finally did let go the two goblins didn't budge and instead continued to eat her out, their curious tongues snaking inside and out of her holes. An appreciative moan escaped her lips, soft and full of promise for what was to come.

"Let's take this to the bed."

With that, Sylvanas climbed atop the bed and laid down upon her stomach. The goblins scrambled after her, having a harder time climbing it due to their small stature. When they were settled Sylvanas beckoned Krib over to her with a slender finger.

"My turn."

He complied, shuffling over to her and positioning himself in such a way that his cock was only a scant few inches from her beautiful elven face.

Sylvanas gave it a gentle touch with the tip of her finger; teasingly so she could appreciate his reaction. It bounced upwards in response, causing her to smirk and grasp it within her hand. She took to stroking it to life; slowly and methodically until it was hard as a rock and dripping with precum. This pre aided her in her efforts, lubing up her hand and making it easier for her to jerk him off and acquire his creamy payload.

Neiza settled in behind her, grabbing the Dark Lady's melon-like tits and squishing them between her fingers. While Sylvanas worked Krib, she fondled the elf, bouncing her breasts on her fingers and twisting at her purple-blue nipples. Neiza was more of an ass woman but even she knew that Sylvanas had a fantastic pair of tits. Krib had gotten exclusive rights to them last time, but now she finally had her turn and she would get the absolute most out of it.

Krib groaned longingly, one eye squeezed tight as he gazed down at his warchief. She was teasing him at best and sexually torturing him at worst, lazily gliding her hand up and down his shaft, her grip loose and just barely making contact with the skin of his cock. He thrust his hips against her desperately but it accomplished nothing except for increasing the size of her smirk.

One of Sylvanas' pointy canines flashed as her smile broadened wickedly. The slow strokes of her hand came to a stop and instead she grasped the goblin's cock in a vice grip, thumb pressing against his enlarged head. She began to milk it, pumping upwards and with her thumb squeezing against his tip until the flow of precum flowed even stronger.

Satisfied with her efforts, Sylvanas lifted the shaft by the base and licked up the salty treat, catching every drop and then backing off with a lick of the lips. She did not give Krib a very long reprieve however, as she was soon back on his cock, this time with her mouth. The Banshee Queen wrapped her full lips around his cockhead and then delved further--slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed until she was giving a thoroughly rigorous blowjob. She enjoyed the taste of cock, the taste of cum, and the feeling of a man struggling against her efforts. And though Krib didn't know it, compared to some of the orcs she had serviced since moving to the desert city he was holding out rather well. He didn't taste too bad, either.

Skilled as she was and lacking a gag reflex as she did, Sylvanas took him easily, devouring the goblin's cock with every thrust of her blonde head. A hand reached up to fondle his balls while she worked him over, massaging and squeezing his pent up nuts with a gentle and experienced touch.

Neiza grinned from behind, squeezing Sylvanas' fat tits and watching as she deepthroated her friend. The devilish little goblin delighted in seeing Krib struggling and she could tell that he was doing his best to impress the warchief by not ejaculating prematurely. A good idea, and he was doing a surprisingly fine job of it.

She released the Dark Lady's tits and slid down her body until she was in position near her ass, a smile lighting her face like a well decorated Winter Festival tree. Sylvanas had more ass than an elf needed to have; her big blue booty was normally hidden by a cloak and constrained by her leggings but now it was quite literally laid out before her, ready for the taking.

In Neiza's mind it was absolutely made to be fucked.

Slurping noises resonated within her ears from Sylvanas' dirty blowjob but she paid it no mind, so focused was she on claiming what she desired most. Her hands found purchase on the warchief's supple cheeks, kneading them like dough before spreading them apart in preparation for her strap-on.

The device functioned exactly as intended, acting as an almost perfect extension of her body. In response to her own desire, it was hard as a rock and ready to be put to good use. With her cheeks spread, Sylvanas' little star stared up at her, glistening invitingly with saliva from the goblin's prior efforts.

Not yet.

With her hands still grasping the Banshee Queen's thick blue cheeks, Neiza buried her "cock" inbetween them and began to slide herself back and forth, her strap-on leaking lube and making her task easier. She squeezed Sylvanas' blueberry butt as she hotdogged her, enjoying the way in which the elf's thick cheeks nearly ate up the entirety of her cock.

Neiza had always wanted to do this; she had already eaten out and fucked Sylvanas' ass and now she could cross hotdogging it off her bucketlist as well. With a bosom full of joy, Neiza gave each of the blue cheeks a hard slap and a few more thrusts of the hip before withdrawing and setting her sights on the real prize.

Certain that the Dark Lady wouldn't mind, Neiza pushed her artificial cock against her rosebud, sliding it into the tight hole with a modicum of resistance. Sensations relayed to her body from the strapon shot up her spine like lightning and the two women moaned simultaneously. Sylvanas' sphincter was wrapped around her cock in a constricting grip, deceivingly tight for someone who she knew was accustomed to the biggest dicks the Horde had to offer.

"I sure am glad the warchief is such an anal slut," Neiza mused, feeding the entirety of her cock into Sylvanas' well-shapen rear end.

A carnal moan burst from her lips as she bottomed out within the warchief's ass, filling her bowels with the top of the line of goblin technology. Neiza moved her hands up to Sylvanas' hips, securing a better grasp over the elf as she began to lay into her. Slowly at first--more for her own sake than the Dark Lady's--but quickly picking up speed until the impact of her hips jiggled the thick ass she was pounding into.

Sylvanas took it like a queen, appreciative of the pronebone anal treatment she was receiving but not letting it get in the way of her work. Krib was ready to blow and she knew it. Ever eager for a good mouthful of cum, Sylvanas jerked him off at the base, her hand slick and lubed up with her own saliva. Simultaneously, her mouth worked over his engorged green tip, sucking and swirling her tongue around it, inching him closer and closer to release.

"Cum for me," she commanded, her fierce red eyes staring up into his.

With a groan Krib's body finally gave in, shivering as he squirted his load into the Banshee Queen's awaiting mouth. She caught it on the tongue with a satisfied "mmm," holding his cock steady between her lips and sucking the cum out of him until his balls were utterly empty.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, watching with a twitch of his cock as Sylvanas swallowed his load in a single satisfying gulp. Afterwards, her curvy body rocking from the ass pounding she was receiving, she took him back into her mouth again and lazily cleaned him off.

She's voracious, he thought, not daring to voice his opinion.

"You sure are tight for someone who has sex with tauren!" Neiza was not so mindful.

Krib winced, expecting the worst from Sylvanas' temper. Instead, she looked amused.

"Don't underestimate us elves," she said, giving his cock one last lick.

Abruptly, the Dark Lady forced Neiza off of her and picked herself up, instructing the two goblins into a new position with Neiza laying down upon the bed. Sylvanas lowered herself onto the woman's artificial cock, once more impaling her ass upon it. She cooed as she sank onto it, leaning back and directing Krib to fill her other hole.