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“Ain't that beautiful? Another good day richer!" With a snark and a smacked posterior, Vink was all smiles and joy. Of course, he would, after another sweet deal where he got the better end.

He was happy enough to be pouring himself another cup of that steaming coffee, chuckling and waddling around like he owned the place. Technically, he did, but every possession was part of the Steamwheedle Cartel. Technicality was an essential term for Goblins of all origins.

“What'a ya think, Twiggy? Gonna pout again?"

“No. I'm pondering if it was necessary to omit the interests. It will backfire on you next year," commented the hairy Drakkari Troll sitting at the negotiation table, cupping his chin and watching the distant sea through the window.

Ratchet could be considered a nice place with the fair weather, coming from the ocean breeze fighting the hellish temperatures inland. Save for the ever-ending sea of Goblins. The whole gaggle enjoyed fucking everyone over to the next continent if they got the opportunity. In so, it was maybe better Twiggy got locked in an indenturing contract for two years here. At least, he got the legal support from Vink and the other parts of his industry.

“Of course, it'll backfire. They'll beg for a return, we will fix them up, and they'll owe us a favor. Y'know not of that business, right?" asked Vink, pouring another cup he slid before Twiggy.

For a moment, the Drakkari Troll thought about refusing the acrid and dense brew. But he gave in and sipped it, both hands carefully holding the mug so not to break it and have it added to his expenses.

“You know I don't, otherwise I wouldn't be stuck with you, Vink. Anymore clients for the day?"

“Nay. But maybe we could talk business, you and me. Purdy sure I could add a “wondrous night with Vink" to your company expenses? What'a ya say?"

Along with that outrageous pick-up line, Vink was already rolling his fuzzy dark-red brows and offering the most suave smile that big mouth could offer. Shit.

“Pass. You're not my type," commented Twiggy, finishing his mug and setting it on the table, then reclining. He had his fingers typing on the wood, thinking about how it got there.

Technically, Twiggy was a member of the Horde even if his upbringing was closer to the Alliance due to strange origins. As such, it could have made him the perfect diplomat since he could easily translate from one end to the other during Alliance-Horde conflicts. It was with that idea he landed in Ratchet, hoping to find a quick run to Orgrimmar. Instead, he got intercepted by Vink and his proposal to “ease the exchanges between the Horde and the Alliance", more like the constant influx of gold in the Goblin's pockets.

It had been that same smile that finally drove Twiggy to sign the contract. But without legal counsel, well… He was fucked.

He couldn't really be angry at Vink. Sure, he could be a bit since he was now attached to the hip to the Goblin's company. But at the same time, Vink had been generous enough to give Twiggy's contract a time limit. And indenture? Oh, it could be worse. Twiggy learned it quickly. Not enough.

“What? You're pouting again?"

“No. I'm thinking how I managed to land with the most degenerate boss from that corner of the continent," remarked Twiggy with a side-grin, amplified by his generous tusks.

The contract said nothing about quips. And the short-haired Goblin, with his broken nose and pierced ears, was a good sport.

“Because you're attractin' us. Like flies. Wasn't me, it'd be another bastard from another continent! You're lucky I was there for you!"

“Tsch. A goblin doing charity? Are my ears right?" asked Twiggy, flicking them while looking at Vink.

No, in a way, that Goblin wasn't so bad. Green skin like his peers, long ears, large nose. But he had that shameless flirting attitude mixed with red eyes that seemed to convey feelings more than others. Plus, his roughed-up attire, composed of a leather vest atop a half-buttoned shirt and leather pants, gave him that sleazy look. However, he was still a Goblin. Half Twiggy's height. And his relentless attempts were both funny and akin to a suicide call.

“Not charity. Couldn't let someone else put their grubby hands on such a precious prize. 'Mean. Last drakkari, hairy… And well, maybe with hidden perks? Who knows?"

A daring hand even reached for Twiggy's thigh, who continued to grin… Well, it wouldn't be so bad?

“Well. Maybe you could make the offer more enticing?" asked Twiggy, leaning on the left, toward the Goblin this time. He offered him a fish-eating grin, completed by tusks… And Twiggy's golden eyes glimmered with some malice while his clawed fingers tapped the table.

“Hmmm hmm? Enticing how? I'm not rolling on gold, big lug. Don't you dare thinking about being offered an augmentation! No such thing 're!"

“Maybe you could sweeten the deal with… Two weeks of paid time off?"

“Two weeks? Are you planning to kill my company? It'll die!"

“Please. I'm mostly here to entertain you with my goods. I know you're checking me out, you lecherous bastard," snarked Twiggy back, not afraid this time.

“Pfah! You're driving me a hard bargain. One week! That's my stand, Twiggy!"

“Twelve days. And I might use some tricks to please you," said Twiggy, certain that what he meant wasn't what the Goblin expected.

Even then, a hand was outstretched, and Vink smiled back.

“Fine! Twelve days and we're doing it now?"

“Now?"

“If we gotta fuck to conclude our deal, we'd better do it on company's time?"

The mental gymnastics were brutal, mixing work and pleasure. But Twiggy wasn't surprised anymore as he shook that hand and reclined back, showing off his body, only a loose shirt and gray slacks covered.

“Fine. Let's do this. Let me see the merchandise."

“Wait-"

“I never said I would be the one stripping first. Plus, you are in dire need of doffing those clothes, are you?" mused Twiggy, without even stopping as he pointed at the Goblin's pants.

And well, for a Goblin, Vink wasn't small in nature. He was big… Really big, enough he would have his pants custom made to get more “dick room". Right now, those pants were fighting for dear old life before Twiggy's eyes.

“Hrmph. Fine. But because I'm feeling generous, today."

“Yes. The face of sanctity," added Twiggy, watching Vink jump on a chair, human adapted, then go on the table, stomping on it with his dirty boots. Far from being angry at it, Twiggy relaxed and admired the small Goblin advance while he fought against his belt, a battle as old as time… If time had a belt.

But the battle was won by dexterous fingers. The buckle gave way, so did the leather before it was thrown away and the Goblin gripped his cock through the fabric.

“When you're done preparing it, I'll fuck your ass so bad you'll be cumming your brain out, Twiggy!"

“Ah! I barely believe you can!"

“Tsch! I'm small and all, but sure enough you'll cry the same when I take your ass!"

“Yeah, that, I can go behind," confirmed Twiggy, his eyes malicious and his grin tempting while he watched the pants slip and drop.

And behind… Well, those white briefs had had a fulfilling life, but precum and the sheer erection managed to reduce them to damp, shredded pieces.

The fabric pulled down, despite all the liquid dripping from it, Twiggy observed his Boss' cocktip first. Dark green, with a tinge of red around the urethra, it was quite a sight to behold. Mushroom-shaped end, veiny and girthy length, bushy base. The underside even bulged from the Goblin's urethra as that cock, hard like steel, reached around the nine inches, by Twiggy estimations. Admirable, big… And tempting as the scent coming from it was strong, musky, and titillating the Troll's nostrils.

“What'a think? Bigger than you thought? 'Think you can take it, Twiggy?"

“Oh, easily," commented Twiggy, unashamed as he leaned forward, his face approaching that groin while one hand, greasy, landed atop his head to tousle the icy-blue hair between those elongated ears atop the head.

“Bah! Always thinking you're better at this, big guys. But everyone gets the same target and little prostate inside. Not gonna be different for you, Twiggy."

“I beg to di-hrmph!"

Unable to tell more, Twiggy had his mouth forced against the cock's length. Rather than fighting it, the Troll half-opened his lips, revealing his long and sharp teeth. They could be dangerous, akin to a predator's. But rather than using them to maim, Twiggy employed them to threaten, and sometimes sweeten the deal with some Humans by showing those glimmering fangs.

They often backed out, and excused themselves at the sight.

Vink? That crazy bastard was fool enough to force his cock right inside that mouth, past those lips, and almost at the mercy of that bite. However, Twiggy minded his teeth, as well as his tusks, as he aligned his face with the Goblin's groin, and had that length delving in between. His tongue was extended, forming a soft cushion on the teeth, one warm and saliva-coated presence that collected the sweat and precum sticking to the skin.

Twiggy's golden eyes almost rolled, and his attitude relaxed while he had one hand delving down his chest, right between his legs to press against his pants, against his nethers. The flavor… The scent of sex, he wasn't chaste or a virgin. But it was something else with that Goblin, whose hands reached for Twiggy's tusks like handles.

And as soon as that grip was secured, Vink pulled back. His cock, massive, rushed and pressed against Twiggy's tongue, delivering a trail of salty and slightly-acrid fluid on its way. A flavor that sent shivers up and down the Troll's spine before the Goblin was back thrusting inside Twiggy's mouth, the cocktip aiming right for the uvula.

And Twiggy, well… He had his fair share of face-fucking. But his eyes still bulged and he had to fight the need to give out before he controlled himself. Right in time for the cock to hit the back of his throat again, while the sheer volume kept massaging and pressing against his palate. Nah, Vink was… Going wild. Whatever had piqued the Goblin, he wanted his moment.

And by that, it meant to be thrusting and punching Twiggy's mouth and throat without a break.

Soon enough, the whole room was filled with the resonating groans from Vink. And the gargled breathing from Twiggy.

The Troll's left hand was digging into the table's soft wood. The right hand still against his nethers, pinching and pressing as much as possible while his expression was of sheer resolution. His golden eyes were up, glancing at Vink, glancing at his Boss, having the moment of his life with that sheer grin.

“Fuck yeah! That's how it should be! 'Mean! Those tusks gotta be useful for som'thing! Right?" Laughed Vink, smacking Twiggy's right cheek in an ephemeral break before he went back to pumping his hips, his balls hitting the hairy Troll's chin.

It was almost endearing and exciting for Twiggy… Almost pleasant to see that little guy, often disrespected by his customers, unleash all that pent-up anger and show something more than suave persuasion. It was brutal, primal, akin to what you'd see among other cultures.

Twiggy wasn't about to let that go to waste when his lips were suckling on the shaft, keeping an intense pressure on the veined length as it throbbed and pulsated with life, with energy, in a crescendo that was marked by Vink's harsh breathing. The Goblin wasn't an athlete; his pot-belly was fair proof of that. But he proved to be far more enduring than many a partner when Twiggy's jaw started to ache from keeping the posture.

No… Worse than that, Twiggy's face was coated with sweat and precum by the time Vink showed signs of giving up.

The hips slowed, the teeth clenched, the legs tensed. Even the hands slipped, only for Vink to correct his grip again, and again, while he pumped his hips in an almost herculean display. He wasn't going as far, or as fast. In fact, it felt like he was fucking the tightest hole in history from listening his groans and grunts, to see the arduous thrust.

But in the end, the Goblin sighed, and his shoulders dropped while he pulled back. And then growled, like an orc, when he punched inside that mouth one last time to release his ejaculation. One… That was impressive.

It was one long and dense shot, almost like paste, that hit the back of Twiggy's mouth. And the Troll, amazed by the shot, rushed to have his lips meet with the hairy groin, to have his elongated nose poke at the Goblin's belly… So he could feel that thick, dense, and musky cum rush down his throat and into his guts.

It was… Warm, pleasantly warm. And as Twiggy did that, gargling down the fluid that kept coming after that first shot, his eyes were up to the Goblin.

“Fuck yeah. You look… Way better that way, you trolls. Gobblin' Goblin dicks… Right?" chuckled Vink, patting Twiggy's forehead with his hand. “That what you prefer? Why you treat us like shit, uh? You like it too bad, you gotta be angsty, uh?"

That much shit-talking. Fuck, Twiggy would have bitten and scratched the heck out of people for even less. But that was a blast to see his Boss acting like that. To see that short goblin acting like he was the shit. And Twiggy, far from acting out, waited until the Goblin released his tusks to pull back. And when he did, it was with a grin. A mischievous grin as he stroked that Goblin going back half-hard. Not fully soft, clearly. But half-hard with a cock now entirely clean, prepared, and saliva-coated.

“What a mouth. Might go back on my words if you're using it to suck 'stead of talking."

“Oh… But you're in for a surprise," laughed Twiggy as he reclined back on the chair, going for his shirt.

The smile hadn't left the Troll as he was feeling excited to see how far would that guy go. He even bit his lips, imagining what little deviance could run through that Goblin's mind.

“You want to see a submissive Troll bending over for you?"

“Heck yeah! I promised I'd make you cum and cry! Gonna keep that promise, even for you, Twiggy. Now, drop those pants and-… The fuck?"

Vink's surprise was unfeigned. And not unwarranted. Though it was something Twiggy wasn't fond of revealing. But that day was an exception as the Drakkari Troll, covered with fur with some bestial traits, had his shirt off and his pants dropped. But so, with them, followed the padding the Troll used to fake the presence of some important “assets".

But no… Contrary to what Vink thought, it would be impossible to make the Troll “cum" the way the Goblin implied. Rather than possessing a cock and balls like many males, the spindly Troll had… Well, a vulva.

Fully developed, pinkish compared to the Celeste blue covering the entirety of Twiggy's shape… And well, with a fruity aroma that might have driven other Trolls into a rut. It was an orifice that was fully tempting, with the labias opened up and swollen, showing off Twiggy's desires as he reached for the left side, pulling on the outer labia to reveal the sweet and pink hole.

“Well? Surprised? I told you you couldn't make me cum… Maybe if you can find my clit."

“Fuck… You've'ver told me you had a cunt! What's that?" shouted Vink, dropping on his hairy backside and blinking, awestruck.

“I never thought it would be that important for my contract. But if you prefer me with a cock… Hmm. I could fix that."

It wasn't the complete truth. But it wasn't important, at the moment, to detail it. Rather, Twiggy was grinning ear to ear while pouring his mana into his body. He was a shaman, a piss-poor shaman who could only manage to cast the simplest spells. However, far from being stupid and powerless, Twiggy had one trick.

Shamans are capable of turning into Ghost wolves, changing their shape into an ethereal body to cross long distances. In a similar way, Twiggy poured mana around his nethers, and steadily, a ghostly shape appeared.

It formed around the vulva, then seemed to close on it, then to grow out of it.

Long, thin, with a knot… No, it was definitely akin to a canine cock, belonging to a Worgen or a Wolf. Yet, without any color and slightly translucent, it was possible to see through and glimpse at the vulva behind, even when Twiggy had one finger going over the veiny length. And another tingling the furry testicles below, making them even sway by shaking his hips.

“What do you think? Better?" asked Twiggy, grinning.

“You can change your bits? Like that?"

“No, I wish," remarked Twiggy, shaking his head. “I can only make a ghostly cock and with that, I don't feel things as much down there…"

As he said that, Twiggy pondered, stroking the underside of that cock as it hardened, pointed upward and… A silly thought came to him as he gripped his cock hard.

“Vink?"

“Yeah?"

“Think fast! ARGH!"

Twiggy cried as loudly as possible as he yanked on the ghostly genitals and threw them at Vink. In return, the Goblin cried as loud, too, while he caught the fake cock in his arms. He cried, juggled with the squishy and erect cock, making it jump from one hand to another, before he stopped and let it drop.

“Fuck! Twiggy! What's wrong with you?" shouted the Goblin, glaring at the laughing Troll.

“Nothing. You wanted to make me cum… Maybe you could handle this?" asked Twiggy, smug about the surprise and the dissatisfied expression on his boss's face. After all, if he backed out, Twiggy would still get his paid leave… Though.

“Fine. Imma find som'thing. Stay put!"

With that, Vink was gone… For a moment. Long enough for Twiggy to spin on the nearest swivel chair, to feel someone playing with his “cock" in the distance, even his balls… And then, to hear someone rummaging.

“Do you need help?"

“Shut your trap!" roared back Vink.

Twiggy returned to waiting until the naked Goblin strutted along with… Well, a pile of sundries in his arms along with Twiggy's cock atop it, glowing and translucent.

“Well?" asked Twiggy, smiling. And smiling a bit less when he received a harness across the face. “What's this?"

The Goblin continued to place the sundries on the table, from straps to all sorts of metallic trinkets. He even passed some over the miserable steel chandelier above the table before letting it all dangle. Then, he glanced at Twiggy.

“What ya waitin' on? Put it on and have your sweet ass on the table!"

Twiggy doubted. Not of the harness as he put it on, feeling it dig into his shoulders, his forearm, his thighs, and even chafe his loins. But more like doubting the table could endure his weight.

Nevertheless, far from fighting the Goblin, Twiggy kept that same smile and clambered on the table, then sat on the hard surface. The wood creaked a bit but endured, way better than Twiggy thought. And soon, Vink was strolling around, holding ropes and hooks.

“What is this for?"

“'Wanna make sure you won't do anything funny."

“Like telling everyone a joke about the Goblin's greed? Three gob-"

“For the Cartel's sake, you're driving me nuts."

“And bolts?"

A groan escaped Vink, though he continued to attach, strap… And finished his little work until Twiggy looked like a fine sausage with his arms stretched upward and his legs spread and lifted, attached to the chandelier. It was easy to access the Troll's nethers that way… And Vink did so as he presented Twiggy his own creation, that ghost cock. As well as something else, a cage? Brass, probably, since it was all tacky and covered with fake jewels.

But it was a chastity cage, with something different? It wasn't the metal itself, or the ringed structure Vink was slipping around the ghost cock. No, it was the protruding end, looking like… Another penis. As if, to add to the cage, another cock was attached to it, like a toy. Was it for the humiliation? Or the kink?

It seemed to be both when Vink stroked the fake cock, grinning ear to ear while checking Twiggy.

“Ain't it beautiful?"

“It looks tacky… And a bit too much."

“Oh, ya can be so difficult with me. Help me help you, Twiggy! I mean, I've got something you'll grow to like!"

Twiggy doubted it…

Especially as he could feel his “cock" constrained by the brass, torturing him. It was… Well, biting into the veiny flesh, teasing him, and worse off creating that feedback that drove him further into that erection. And bound as he was, he couldn't even grip his cock to undo that itching and pain. He could… Maybe undo the spell, but it sounded like a bad idea when the Goblin was handling that set delicately in his fingers while he crawled on all fours on the table.

“Wanna guess what's the idea behind it?"

“Something perverse? About making me cum?"

“Purdy much."

Twiggy doubted it. But his doubts vanished the moment he felt the cold brass' “cock" press against his labias. He clenched his teeth, hissing at the sensation of cold against his burning hot flesh. And then… He gargled as he sensed that toy, that fake penis, force his hole open. It was wide, quite so, but far shorter than anyone's cock.

It was maybe close to three inches? No, at most, four. But nothing more. And yet, it penetrated Twiggy's hole without any issues, making the wall clench and spray juices all over the Goblin's face and hand. Goblin, who remained close by.

“First shot… Heh," laughed Vink, watching Twiggy's ghost cock press against the brass, throb… And release a spurt of translucent precum, looking like clear water but far more dense.

“Hhh… Fuck. It's… Something," said Twiggy, feeling his own walls clenching on the brass and the vibration, the pressure, somehow connecting to his caged cock.

It was all fake. From the cock to the inserted toy. But the sensations were real, intense. Far more than what he could feel from his vulva as Vink started to use the toy to pummel Twiggy's hole, punching it, smacking against it, prying it open with such a presence.

“Ah! It worked! What'a ya think Twiggy? Not so smug, right?" laughed the Goblin, snarking.

All the while, the Goblin's hand played with the caged cock, angling it, pressing it against the entrance so the protruding end would touch, rub, and squeeze the inner walls in a way only a small cock could.

It was less like fucking and more like scrapping in Twiggy's mind, but he still heaved and groaned from the sensation. Whatever was with that cage, it heightened the sensations Twiggy felt, making him squirm and fight against the ropes and hooks that held him down on the table, the legs spread.

“Ya know what's that is? 'Called it the cuck cage. Y'know, to make a cuck fuck a hole but not really. Didn't know I could'use it to make one fuck themself!"

Twiggy was really feeling it. Most of the pressure from that protuding cock was echoed, then applied back to his body through the link between the ghost cock and his nethers.

And in return, the more pleasure he felt, his cock squeezed and massaged by the brass, the more his inner walls clenched, swept by another orgasm, another squirting pleasure.

“Oh… Fu-Fuck!" Twiggy cried again, biting his lips and tugging on the ropes holding him down. His legs tensed like steel, the muscles coiling under the fur and his paws tapping against the ropes.

But he couldn't free them. Nor stop the Goblin who chuckled and breathed… Down… Down along the perineum. His other hand, unused, was stroking Twiggy's furry asscheeks, sampling the muscles tensing beneath the fur. He pressed on the skin, squeezed it, brushed the fur. And each second meant for that teasing thumb to draw closer to Twiggy's asshole until the thumb was there… On that hole that was, through sheer persistence, getting sprayed with Twiggy's juices.

It wasn't taking much more for Vink to start pushing on the orifice, fighting against the clenching muscles until they started to open up. And that, without much effort.

No… Barely any as Twiggy was heaving and grunting… And sighing, his body melting from the constant back and forth inside his vulva.

“Fuck… Slo-Slow do-OWN!" cried Twiggy, his shoulders burning from instinctively yanking on the ropes. But he couldn't stop, as much as his hands, locked above his head, trying to claw down the air.

Even his snarl was a reaction to all those sensations. Even… Even his weak humping as he tried to get more than those tiny inches inside him. He humped, tried to get more… Even if it meant to get his caged cock inside.

Even if it was lukewarm brass, the Drakkari was fighting to get more… To get off more. To somehow be given something… More. He didn't know what. But he felt he needed it, and that need was coming from that fake ghost cock. He never used it before, except for self-play. But now? He almost regretted its existence as it meant for the metal to dig into it… And dig into Twiggy's mind.

“Nah. We gotta do more, Twiggy. Wanna see a Troll chant for good ol' Vink!" scoffed the Goblin, breathing down Twiggy's hole before he pressed his nose against the perineum, against the lower part of Twiggy's vulva. His eyes were right at the level to be sprayed on, and Vink had to close his eyes. But in return, he knew he could tease Twiggy with his nose… As much as he could kiss that hole he fingered with one thumb, then one thumb and one index finger.

“Fu-Fuck!" roared Twiggy, unable to resist as his inner walls clenched again, same as his sphincter.

But the result remained the same: that toy was inside, those fingers were inside, that tongue was almost at it. That same tongue circled and danced, toying with Twiggy's asshole, coating the wrinkled rim with saliva before it started to prod and poke the inside.

And Twiggy, without any possibility to resist, groaned and moaned. He craned his neck, had his spit flying all over his chin and face while he glared at the ceiling and the chandelier above, tugging as much as he could on the ropes.

“Fu-Fuck! You kinky bastard!" growled Twiggy, feeling that Goblin using his two fingers inside his hole to scissor them. Gone was the Troll's smugness. So was the Goblin's suave attitude. Remained, only, the sheer depravation as the tongue started to dig and stretch the inside, helped by the luscious fluids that kept dripping and spraying all over Vink's face.

“Keep squealing, 'loving it that way," laughed the Goblin, his situation not so great as he had to keep his eyes closed, and his nosetip was reeking of something akin to seafood.

But his smile was almost contagious.

Almost… If he wasn't going at it inside Twiggy's vulva, pushing inside that cunt like a machine, yanking and pulling until the flesh started to tug back… And was yanked back. Only to have everything smashed back inside and clenching from the sudden brutal penetration.

“Sh-Shit! Bas-Tard!" growled Twiggy, feeling somewhat light-headed and prone to swear like a sailor.

His clawing had gone erratic, his legs were pushing and hitting.

And far from getting anywhere close to pushing back the Goblin or getting what he wanted, Twiggy only gained more chuckles from Vink.

And more thrust.

Evidently.

In fact, the Goblin was also taking the opportunity to rub the cockcage against the entrance, sometimes pulling the protuding end free, solely to rub those furry balls and that caged, needy and hard, cock against the hole.

He rubbed against it, making the brass sometimes pinch on the labia and the flesh, resulting in more spraying all over Twiggy's ghost cock. And boy, the result was good enough for the Goblin, listening to the insults turn into whimpering grunts and faint wheezes.

“For… Ah… So much, Vink!" grunted Twiggy, his saliva dripping all over his cheeks, chin, and even hitting his nose. Even breathing was getting hard due to the snot clogging the Troll's nose as he was hit, again and again.

Until… Well, he cried. Arched. Tensed. Clawed the air one last time. And dropped.

Twiggy's expression broke into sheer pleasure, his golden eyes fixated on the chandelier above while the poor suspended metal was squeaking and seemingly about to drop on them… But wouldn't.

Still, even if Twiggy dropped limp, he remained at the Goblin's mercy. The small bastard was still licking and rimming Twiggy's hole.

He already had his tongue inside, but the Goblin had pushed another finger within, going up to three of them plus his tongue that wiggled inside like a worm. And again, without his orgasm, the Goblin had all the stamina to keep pumping his fingers inside, closing or opening them depending on whether or not he wanted to tease the Troll.

In that situation, teasing was the only thing he desired as he tapped against the walls, trying to get a feeling of anything that could drive Twiggy further into his lustful heat. And well… He found it as he had that toy once more penetrating Twiggy while he rimmed that entrance.

A dripping… Leaky toy. In his orgasm, twinned, Twiggy had released a spray of pure honeyed juice and some lubricant. However, the fake knotted cock, still caged, had done more than that. The furry testicles had lifted and been pulled by an invisible abdomen. And through more clenching, a milky-white fluid, slightly translucent, had been pouring free from the toy.

At first, it had been dripping all over Twiggy's labia. But soon, it also slipped inside his hole, revealing how the liquid was cold and eerie… Ectoplasm-like. But real.

Real as much as it was possible for a ghostly ejaculation as it seeped within Twiggy's inner walls, painting them white while the Troll was certain he couldn't be impregnated that way. And it seemed Vink was also aware of that fact.

With the fake cock still attached to the drippy cage, Vink rubbed and prospected the inner walls, tapping against them like they were some sort of instrument. As he had his fingers and tongue on the other side, Twiggy's body tensed. He felt the pleasure inside him twice, from within his cunt and outside. It was a knock, a tap, a gentle caress. Enough for Twiggy to pull further against his bindings, displaying the tense and knotting muscles under the fur covering him.

And then, again, he relaxed, his nostrils dilated while his ears twitched and his tail smacked the table.

“V-Vink!" cried the Troll, unable to stop the Goblin, or even the ragged whisper that was that plea.

“Aw! Don't go soft on poor ol' me, Twiggy. It ain't the end," laughed the Goblin, going back into another slew of kisses and fingering, all melding together. The lips brought saliva, and the tongue's caresses. The fingers delved and pushed the saliva further inside until the pinkish inners were glistening by that touch. And the slick contact could not hinder the calloused fingers, thick like sausage, to stuff the entrance.

Even as the index finger was pressed along the thin barrier in-between, stroking the flesh with the patience and the gentleness of a lover, it was only to echo the brutal and thorough rubbing of the fake-cock pressing within Twiggy's inside, squeezing and pressing, and battering, and abusing. One movement in, one out. One outside, one inside. Alternating. Twisting. Changing.

And at the apex of this, another orgasm.

Another clenching from Twiggy's body. Another tug from his legs, kicking the air. His vulva clenched, his inner walls embraced and held on to the fake organ tightly. And juices sprayed the Goblin's face until he licked his lips.

Even then, a somber realization hit Twiggy as his orgasm receded and he began to sigh, to breathe, and to watch the Goblin pulling the honeyed fake-cock… With the ghost cock still in the cage, rubbing against the metal and echoing the thrust… What the Drakkari felt was but a portion, a small part of a whole. Of an intense, rumbling, powerful orgasm that could sweep over him and leave him ragged, unable to resist.

He inhaled, bracing again for the impact as his holes unclenched and released, as his muscles uncoiled and untied. Even his jaw dropped, only then to close up… And then drop again.

“Continue," he said. Ready. Resolute.

Yet, undone when the Goblin spat on Twiggy's vulva, leaving it half-way gaping, drippy, and ready. Same as the hole. Untaken.

“Nah. I'll continue but on ma terms, Twiggy. You loudmouth!" Vink almost shouted as he strutted around Twiggy, his naked steps stomping on the wooden surface until he jumped off. Not to stroll to another room, but to pick something from… A cabinet. Twiggy could see it, if he twisted his neck enough. But as he turned and twisted, he saw… A muzzle?

“You're hiding a muzzle here?"

“Could always be useful to shut someone's piehole. Like now," said Vink, chuckling as he was back on the table, tinkering with the leather. It was a crude fabric, maybe befitting a Worgen more than a troll. However, with some straps tying the whole thing down and the fingers playing with the twine, it seemed the Goblin had something that could be changed… Just enough as he approached Twiggy's face, presenting the muzzle first.

“I am not your pet! Vink!" shouted Twiggy, trying to look away, making the ordeal more difficult.

Though, he could still… Bit those sausage fingers as they were going around his serrated mouth.

However, this was a bad idea.

Biting them would stop the momentum. No, it would also mean he fucked up big time since you [I]didn't [/I]wound your superior within Goblin society.

So, he growled, grunted, held his face high, twisted, craned his neck. Everything and nothing, but it wouldn't last long before Vink's fingers were over his face, holding, holding Twiggy while the leather was wrapped against the Troll's face, forcing him to silence as the straps passed behind his head and well… Locked him.

“Hrmph!" he shouted, biting into the leather ball stuffed into his mouth. It was rough; it tasted like sweat and dried saliva. It wasn't the first time someone had been gagged like so. But he looked like a dog.

“Growl as ya want! It ain't leaving your pretty face 'til I'm done!"

“Grmph?"

Twiggy's brows lifted before he shook his head, unable to get the straps off. Somehow, there was even space for his tusks. Who the fuck had had the imagination to include a space for Trolls' tusks?

Nevertheless, the muzzle didn't budge. And as Twiggy's yellow eyes were back on the Goblin, Vink was happily stroking himself. His cock, massive and green, was hard like steel as he gripped it with the base and pumped it with all the juices and saliva that coated them. The slick sound was completed by the aroma emanating from the Goblin's groin, from those heavy nuts, that uncovered glans… From the fat blob of precum forming at the cocktip, coalescing… And slipping all over the length before it was squished by the Goblin's fat fingers.

“Yeah, ya heard me right. Gotta be done with that. Ya fancy a break? Fine. Gotta give ya a maternity leave, gonna be fine!" chuckled Vink.

Twiggy's eyelids opened wider. Even his pupils focused, thinning out until they were only a thin black line amidst the yellow irises. His breathing hastened, his fingers tensed… And then, well… His hands pulled again on his bindings. No escape. Nothing.

So in return, he closed his legs.

But again, no dice.

Vink's hands were quick to open Twiggy's legs. Despite his small stature, Vink displayed a strength that was impressive as he forced the entrance to appear, witnessed the sweet, sultry, and tenderized hole he'd been abusing before. All the while, he still waved Twiggy's fake organ.

“Yeah… Gunna make sure ya're stuffed with me," he said… Going as far as giving Twiggy's “nuts" a firm squeeze while more “cum" poured from the caged tip, only to trickle along the fake length attached to it.

Twiggy's cum. Twiggy's ejaculation. It was his doing, and the liquid had been sprayed within him, surely making the penetration easier for the next partner. However, what Twiggy did not expect was… Well, for the Goblin to lean forward and press that toy against his asshole.

Vink was not done using and abusing that fake cock. And steadily, against what Twiggy thought opportune or possible, he felt the fake length dug within his rim. No… Worse than that, he felt the circling brass slowly dig within, too. He sensed the metal, cold like icy fingers, slip within.

Twiggy heaved, the sound coming from the muzzle like a whistle, as he sensed the fake organ at the forefront while the sheer wetness, from saliva and natural lubricant, poured on his length, washing away his juice and replacing it with something that was, once more, warm.

However, the further Vink went, the closer it was to having those… That caged cock… Entirely stuck within. To have those testicles, furry and heavy, pressed against his back-entrance as he could still feel them churning and needy, somehow.

And despite the dulled sensations, Twiggy was aware of the pressure the brass part made to his vulva from below… Right when the testicles were fully inserted, too, one slipped after another through many pushing and squeezing… Through the Goblin's insistence and constant prodding, through a foreplay that stretched over minutes, too many minutes.

By the end, Twiggy was a groaning and moaning mess. Every movement from his legs was extending to his asscheeks, and therefore echoing the pressure on his caged cock and hard-pressed testicles. He heaved, his golden eyes rolling as he felt a concert of strange new sensations that couldn't have been experienced before this.

Even the corner of his lips, hidden away, curled into a thin smile as one thought resonated within his soul: “It wasn't so bad."

No. It wasn't. He could have been fucked his brains out by another troll. Vink? He was fine.

Despite the rough man-handling, the cocky Goblin was careful in what he did. He cared for what Twiggy felt. He hadn't acted like a savage to cram everything inside until Twiggy whined and cried. No, he had been… Meticulous. Just like when he handled the contracts, the internal matters, of the dealing.

Was it another one of those? Perhaps.

Perhaps it was.

But the philosophical and psychological thoughts were soon to be pushed at the edge of Twiggy's mind, then off into the abyss, when the Goblin approached with his pumped cock. His roughed-up face was split with a cocky grin. And his pumping was going harder, faster, stronger. The sound resonated within the room while the aroma tenderized Twiggy's nostrils, filled them until the scent was permeating them, and claimed that sensitive nose.

Mine did the musk say to Twiggy's soul. And the soul echoed with a growing heat, with a growing distaste for the fear, anger, and whatever desires might hinder what would join them both.

Twiggy's smile grew wider, his curling lips twisting and twisting, while even his glimmering teeth were exposed… yet hidden by the muzzle.

His golden eyes were brimming from anticipation as he observed the smaller male strut onward, cock forward, fingers relentless. The fat blobs of precum were coming along nicely, giving the fat organ a sheen that perfectly reflected the chandelier's light.

One step again, as the glans was at the entrance, pressing against the lower part of the labia, edging the hole itself. It smacked against the entrance, brutalized the swollen folds. And then… With a sigh, the Goblin humped.

His cock rubbed against the folds, splitting them apart but not without fully slipping in. Too hard, too stiff, too right. Unless bent, the cock wouldn't slip right in. However, the Goblin seemed to enjoy the moment as he continued to hump, his hands going over Twiggy's tense thighs to give them a feel. Then, to secure himself as he planted his fat fingers inside them.

But the humping didn't stop, marked by a grunting, as the fat glans went from the lower part right to the hood it narrowly hooked.

With each thrust, Twiggy's holes tightened… And the encompassed cage felt tighter, somehow.

“Ah… N'ver had a prim' Troll cunt for me. 'Thought Imma make ya cum. But babies will do jus' fine."

Vink's declaration was heavy, almost slurred as if he was drunk on power and this situation. He could be… He had the ascendant, the full control over a Troll that could easily rip him off but had been roped in like a fine sausage.

And so… With that same confidence, Vink's right fingers dug into the thigh. While the left pushed against his cock to make it change direction as he humped and…

There he went.

Bigger, larger, longer than the fake cock Twiggy had been forced to experience.

In return, the Troll felt… Complete. His hole ached from the regular contraction shaking it. But the presence, the warm spire digging within, was akin to a balm. Twiggy's breathing almost halted. His yellow eyes rolled, he looked up, watching the blinding chandelier above.

Then, down, at the grinning Goblin facing him. Vink looked so cocky, so… Satisfied.

And he was.

The Goblin was perfectly satisfied as he had his cock delving within the vulva's warm recesses, feeling the tight embrace of silky walls rushing to hold and stop him. Yet, as they were but weak embraces, but weak pressures, weak… Holds. They couldn't halt his progress. Nor his humping.

His hips pistoned, moved as one. And so, the thick cocktip delved deeper, each time tracing a path further within the Troll's innards.

And so… With it, Twiggy sense the presence of the fake cock still plunged within him… And Vink's obscene and wondrous cock. Both pressing against the thin flesh separating them… And yet, with a renewed intensity that betrayed his spell's presence.

But no.

Twiggy could still feel his “cock", caged by the metal and bit by it. He could still sense the throb, ghostly and unnerving, as they pressed against the brass jailing him. He felt the heat that permeated it now, constant, assured, almost radiating against his flesh as it throbbed and burst with fluids.

“Hrmphh!" he cried, trying to voice his pleasure and discomfort the same.

“Hah! I know ye like it, Twiggy! Don't worry, I'll make it fast!" chuckled Vink, one hand slipping from Twiggy's leg and going to… Well, the hood.

Here it was… Here it went.

Twiggy's resistance. Twiggy's focus. Twiggy's attention.

It went and vanished, snapped out by the thrice-pleasure he was found to enjoy and appreciate, to embrace and yearn, by the Goblin's doing.

First was that fake cock, firmly lodged and warm.

Second was that real spire, digging further and spreading his walls, barreling and almost touching the deepest ends.

Third… Was those fingers, pinching and managing to squeeze inside the entrance. One index finger in, the thumb up… And there it was, pinched.

Twiggy's muffled cries filled the room as another orgasm hit him. As his cock burst with a flood of ectoplasmic cum right within his reaches. A flow so intense it started to pour free from the entrance, right onto the wood to coat it in glowing white.

His asshole tightened, giving a feel to the furry nuts inside.

And his cunt instantly closed up, latching upon the cock and fingers all the same, almost tying them in. But not.

No. The Goblin still used them and continued to massage Twiggy, continuing to thrust despite the gargling coming from the muzzled Drakkari. The eyelids had dropped, veiling the golden eyes. But they were already blind as the flashes of pleasure hit Twiggy again and again, sending him shivering and jolting, from the toes to ears.

Even his tail started to smack against the wooden table without any possibility to resist, unaware of the racket he was making. There was only the presence within him, pinching him, filling him.

And the more it went, the more Vink pushed within, the louder was the ruckus.

The hole's squelching noises betrayed how much juices were sprayed on the Goblin's groin as he continued to hump and pump, unstopped by the clenching and holding. Almost with a purpose, Vink moved harder than before. Twiggy's orifice held him, tried to slow him. To no avail.

He unleashed that stamina and strength in tandem, making his lower belly dance in an effort to continue the movement, to imprint it within Twiggy… And in return to enjoy the brutal caresses from his tip to his hilted base.

The Goblin's fingers were still digging within the furry skin, almost bruising it. But he wouldn't let it go as it was his anchor while his movements grew frantic and erratic, as his legs moved with a frequency that was unreasonable at best.

An effort that was met by the sound of Twiggy's body swaying.

Swaying as each penetration, so strong and potent, was smacking his thighs red and blue, his posterior aching… And his cervix sore.

Vink was going at full speed, his entire body dedicated to fucking and messing with Twiggy, stealing orgasms after orgasms from the Troll, who, in other circumstances, couldn't have resisted. Here, he had the peace the sensations from the vulva had been dulled.

But on another day? He would have been hollering until his voice grew hoarse. At least, faster.

It would have left him so dehydrated and sore, he couldn't be able to resist or even… Act only after five minutes of such treatment. Yet, it went on. Despite Twiggy's many orgasms, despite the heat permeating and swallowing his lower belly until it was akin to a brasero… The Goblin had… Cum… yet.

The clapping wasn't stopping, the hands weren't stopping, the fingers weren't stopping, the cock wasn't stopping. Yet.

But Vink proved to Twiggy that he had what he took to back up his words.

As his grunts grew louder, not even reaching a chunk of Twiggy's cries produced, Vink's expression hardened. His eyelids closed, his nose wrinkled, his jaw tightened. Even his teeth showed as he tensed, his fingers almost leaving a streak of red amidst the clear fur, while his movements were frantic, erratic, hectic, marked by heaving breaths.

Sweat was all over the green skin, pouring over that chest, that belly, and down to their joined groins, covered with a reeking mix of all sorts of fluids… One that was constantly churned and sprayed. It was not the kind of pretty love you'd see in bed. But the raw breeding of a Goblin taking up all his pent-up anger, all the disdain taken from the big guys from the Horde… And unleashed it onto the cunted Troll he had below him.

His lips pursed, no different than Twiggy's… And…

It stopped.

The toes. The calves. The thighs. The core. The back. The shoulders. The arms. The craned neck. And a deep sigh escaped Vink before the movements resumed, but slower and gentler. Even his fingers' grip lessened, having left their mark below.

But it was done. Deep down, the Goblin enjoyed the sensation of fluids pouring free and releasing a weight that had been pressing on his mind and shoulders. Cum poured… Cum flowed. Cum… Took.

A fact that was intimate for the Troll who basked in the afterglow, as the orgasms, numerous and intense, abandoned him, battered and barely cognizant. But aware enough to see his own fluids pouring from his asshole, still “holding" and “hosting" his fake genitalia.

More than that, aware enough, he could feel the Goblin's cocktip at his cervix, having battered the door brutally enough, it'd leave it sore and painful for days. However, the result was there as the warm flood permeated Twiggy's guts and wouldn't leave anytime soon.

Another sigh came, marked by the Goblin steadily moving his hips. Not to thrust, but adjust his posture as he leaned forward… Then clambered.

The angle changed, even the depth… But Twiggy could still feel the tip nudging his entrance when Vink finished his precarious movements to yank on a strap attached to the muzzle. With one move, the muzzle dropped, the leather almost coming undone, and it fell on Twiggy's sweat-caked chest.

The Troll's expression remained then, the same, as the leather no longer filled his mouth: a stupid and eager smile.

One completed by the jerking limbs coming alive, and the ears twitching as his lips closed and opened.

“That…"

“What I told ya? I can make ya cum. Not like ya think, but I did. Say what? Pretty good, huh?"

Twiggy didn't answer in voice, but through a nod. Even as he breathed, the sound was raspy… Speaking might be above him for the moment… But not the Goblin, as he slipped back into his previous position. His cock had gone softer, but remained stiff enough to nudge, prod, and slip back into the cum-coated inside.

“Get me that fake cock out. I wanna make ya feel the real thing."

“Wh… What?" asked Twiggy, blinking.

“Told me ya not feeling it everything with that cock… Dispel it… So you'll know how good it feels to get Vink's gob. I might extend your leave, too!"

With a ting! Vink saw the now-empty cock cage slip free from Twiggy's asshole with a wave of cum. But Vink had a wild guess it wasn't the prospect of another leave that drove Twiggy to undo his spell.