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Gadgetzan: We Aim to Please

The Stacked Coffer, the immense vessel of the Bouldershot Buccaneers, was docked at Gadgetzan's port. Walking through the mighty ship's halls was the crew's swabee, Zixxle Zapscrew, armed with his trusty mop and bucket of soapy water. Normally his job was never-ending, as soon as he'd cleared one of the men's sticky messes, they'd have gone and made two more, he was forever clearing up milk and... other questionable liquids, and so figured he'd take the opportunity to give the ship a proper scrubdown while the men were off enjoying their vacation. He'd already cleaned the kitchen and dining area, and made the deck spotless, and now he was going to tackle one of the most problematic area, the crew's cabins.

As he descended the stairs to the sleeping quarters though, he caught sight of two small figures further down the hall, the shaman quickly darting behind a corner. He could tell instantly that they certainly weren't any of the crewmen, far too small, but who would sneak aboard the ship of the famed Bouldershot Buccaneers? He peered around the corner, just in time to see the two figures slink into one of the cabins. Zixxle had them now, though he figured it best not to rush in when he didn't even know who he was dealing with, and so slowly snuck up to the door, carefully placing his bucket and mop down, before glancing around through the open doorway.

He could see now the figures were infact a pair of goblins, who looked remarkably-similar to each other actually. They both wore the same outfit: dark grey pants, shoes, and a light grey jacket over a white vest. They also both had very similar short, blonde, messy hair. Infact, the only distinguishing feature that set them apart were their eyes, one had very striking yellow eyes, the other had quite dark red. He was interrupted from his inspection though by the near-deafening snoring that filled the room and much of the all outside, and knew before he even glanced at the bed, that this must have been Tharyn's cabin. He must have been far too distracted with finding out the two men's identities to have noticed the unbearable din of the warrior's snores, or perhaps he had just gotten used to it after being forced to share a cabin with him for a few months upon joining. Regardless, the other two men didn't seem too perturbed by the thundering noise, both climbing up on the bed the titanic night elf was sprawled out over.

"Yeesh, look at the size o' this guy, looks like we've hit the motherlode, gahaha!" the yellow-eyed one said, gazing over the utterly-colossal kal'dorei, a glint in his eye, standing at the titan's side.

"Ya ain't kiddin', didn't know those knife-ears could even get this big," the other said, taking up position at the foot of the bed, ogling those simply-gargantuan feet, covered in white cotton socks, and so huge they actually towered over the goblin to some extent.

"An 'e's got everythin' a guy could want, massive tits, muscles bigger than an ogre's, and from the looks of it, 'e's packin' one heck of a spanner too," the first one stated, peering over at the monstrous bulges in the elf's pants, two absolutely goliath ones near his crotch, and another, ridiculously-immense one snaking down his leg.

"An' not just that, feet bigger 'n me! A guy after my own 'eart," the second swooned, taking a long whiff, and groaning as his nostrils were filled with the heavenly scent of those colossal feet, even with a pair of clean socks on and the goblin standing at some distance.

"Heh, you can drool over them feet all ya want, I'm going right for that rack! Come to papa!" though as yellow-eyed goblin readied to climb the giant, the door was slammed open, and in the doorway stood Zixxle, mop in hand and pointed right at the two other men, a scowl across his face.

"An' whadaya think you two bozos 're doin' on The Stacked Coffer, huh?" he asked, holding his ground, the first of the two goblins snickering and feigning fright.

"Woah woah, careful there, you could do some damage with that thing," before he burst into laughter, slapping his knee as he almost toppled over in his fit of giggles.

"Yeah, looks like 'e's got us, Wozz, no way we can fight back against a mop!" the red-eyed man commented before he too joined the other in uncontrollable laughter.

Zixxle just glared and lowered his 'weapon', looking between the two before speaking, "Just tell me what you two are doin' here, okay?" the shaman was clearly -very- annoyed by this point, completely disregarding the monumental-night-elf-in-the-room now, despite the continued, room-shaking snoring.

'Wozz' would soon cease his chuckling, wiping a tear from his eye before responding, "Well, since you asked so nicely...," he still wore a wide grin on his lips, "Me an' my brother Wezzik 'ere heard the Bouldershots docked a few days ago fer some R&R, figured we could sneak aboard an' 'elp ourselves to some of yer cargo, didn't imagine we'd come across somethin' a lot more valuable though," he leered over the still-slumbering kaldorei beefcake taking up most of the bed, before he grabbed at his shirt and used it to clamber up the side of the humongous hunk.

"We'd 'eard stories o' the guys that worked aboard this ship, never in our wildest dreams thought we'd 'ave the chance to 'ave some fun with one though," Wezzik bounced his way over to that massive foot, mashing his face into the cotton of that XXXL sock and inhaling deeply, groaning out pervertedly and going weak in the knees.

"Oi! Ya can't just man-'andle 'im!" Zixxle protested, advancing toward the bed, before Woz answered.

"No? Why? Looks like yer friend 'ere likes it," he chuckled again softly as he reached the top, now finding himself standing amidst that landscape of abdominals, a solid eight-pack that bulged out massively, showing through the white fabric of his shirt perfectly, "No surprise though, no man can resist the expert hands o' Wozzik E Blastcap!"

"An' Wezzik T Blastcap too!" the second goblin quickly added on.

Zixxle quickly made his way up onto the bed himself, the swabee at the foot of the bed, and he could instantly see what Woz meant by his comment earlier, gazing between the elf's tree-trunk legs and at that simply-monstrous bulge, it already stirring and gaining in length and girth by the second. His ears twitched as he could also hear groaning between Tharyn's snores, a deep blush appearing over Zixxle's smooth features.

"See? We're 'elpin' 'im, sounds like 'e could really do wit' this," Wozzik mentioned, slowly unbuttoning the bottom of Tharyn's shirt to expose his ridiculously-enormous abs, each one even bigger than the goblin's whole head, and lightly twitching idly as the elf slumbered. He leant in, closing his eyes and kissing one of those mammoth slabs of beef, groaning out before practically making out with it, trailing his tongue slowly and sensually over the giant muscle, and stroking over that stomach that put washboards to shame with his large hands, softly, teasingly.

"Yeah, seems to me like he don' get enough attention if a couple o' guys like us are 'avin' such an effect on 'im," Wezzik licked his lips as he grabbed that white cloth and awkwardly worked at pulling it off the warrior's immense foot, tossing the super-sized sock, which could have functioned as a sleeping bag for the tiny goblin, toward Zixxle, before he turned to marvel at Tharyn's gigantic bare foot, catapulting himself at it and pressing his nose against it, taking long breaths as he lovingly massaged over the sole, Wezz shivering in delight. The shaman meanwhile was caught off-guard by the giant article of clothing, and toppled backwards, right off the edge of the bed and landing with a loud 'crash' on the floorboards below. It was only then he noticed the nigh-unbearable fumes coming off of that sock and going right up his nose, Zixxle quickly clambering out from under it and clutching at his chest, panting heavily for fresh air before aiming a particularly scornful scowl up at the red-eyed evildoer, who was far too enraptured in worshipping that giant foot to pay him any heed.

Wozzik though soon finally ceased his abdominal-kissing and turned toward the swabee, standing proudly atop that goliath, muscle god and grinning wickedly, "But don' let it be said that Blastcap men ain't generous, tell ya what, why don't you come up 'ere and give us a hand, there's -plenty- o' this stud to go around," he snickered before peering around for his next target, his eyes nearly bulging out of his sockets when he caught sight of Tharyn's arms, as utterly-magnificent as the rest of him if not moreso, those biceps easily beating even cannonballs in size, and they weren't even flexed! He trotted off happily in their direction, leaving Zixxle just standing there with no witty comeback, indeed, the shaman was left in quite the quandary. On one hand he couldn't take advantage of one of his fellow crewmen, he'd feel to guilty, plus if Tharyn woke up and saw him, he'd be furious! On the other hand, he had to admit that the night elf was drop-dead-gorgeous! Absolutely-massive in all the right areas, and the prominent hard-on in the swabee's pants could attest to that! He ogled the groaning titan on the bed for a moment, before shaking himself out of the trance he was being lured into, grabbing his mop and resting it over his shoulder.

"Sorry, no can do, now, I'd suggest you guys get outta here before the big lug wakes up, or you two are gonna be in fer some -real- trouble," he lied, knowing full well Tharyn was unlikely to wake up at all, and also knowing full well that he was often to lazy to be quick-to-violence in any sort of capacity. His warning didn't seem to have any effect on the other two goblins either way, Wozzik reaching that enormous bicep and shrugging lightly.

"Suit yerself, more fer us, nyahaha," he chuckled, leaning in and lapping his tongue over that obscene muscle, caressing it in both hands as tenderly as he did the warrior's stomach.

Zixxle scoffed and stormed off angrily, "Tch, fine, y'know what? I don' even care," the shaman slams the door shut behind him, before grabbing his bucket and going off to do some rage-fuelled cleaning, leaving both brothers alone with the god of a man.

Wozzik grabbed and groped at that behemoth bicep, slobbering madly over it and groaning out as it tensed in the warrior's sleep, whether as a reflex, or due to some dream Tharyn was currently having. Regardless, that already-goliath muscle ballooned out enormously, forcing the goblin backwards a bit and encouraging him on in his ministrations, though he was unable to really squeeze it at all now that the night elf's arm was flexed, that bicep almost as hard as stone. He settled on his licking and stroking, as well as nuzzling the immense, rippling muscle every now and then.

His brother meanwhile had at last torn himself away from Tharyn's humongous foot, and was making the journey up between his legs, his gaze boring into that extremely-expansive bulge, his cock no longer against his leg, now semi-hard and standing proudly, pointing up towards the ceiling as it was pumped up and up every second, miraculously though, his pants were somehow holding, despite the sheer magnitude of the junk that was fighting to escape. The goblin though was admiring the kaldorei's hulking legs, and as he neared that bulge, those thighs especially. At first he'd guessed they were the thickness of tree-trunks, but that could only be true for the biggest and most ancient of trees. As with the rest of Tharyn's clothing, the goblin had to appreciate the skill that the tailor who crafted this enormous attire must have, and the strength of the cloth they must have used, though even the most resilient of fabric was no match for the giant's size, and there were already small tears scattered across the red-brown fabric, giving glimpses of the tremendous muscles beneath.

He couldn't ogle too much though, as the moment he neared those astronomical balls that strained those pants more than any ordinary man's entire bulge could, he was blanketed by a mist of masculinity, a miasma of the warrior's musk that encircled him, almost honed in on him, and filled his senses with the titan's deep, devastating scent. The deeply-arousing fog clouded his mind completely, any ounce of free will he may have had before was long-gone, that stench alone controlling his body, commanding him, and after only a few breaths, the tiny man had thrown himself at those boulders, tearing the feeble cloth that separated him from them, and was rewarded with an even more pungent haze as those utterly-colossal nuts burst free. He breathed deeply from them, before burying his whole head between the hairy globes, lapping up the sweat that dripped off them, and desperate to fill his nostrils with even stronger amounts of that musk. His muffled moans would reverberate through that giant sack, and, combined with the goblin's eager man-handling of them as well, caused the night elf's monumental shaft to finally win it's long-waged war with those pants, shredding them to ribbons as it broke free, the thick, veiny monster still pointing upwards, though it curved upwards slightly, throbbing in the open air. As Wezzik pulled his head free to catch his breath, and his curiosity of the earlier, albeit ball-muffled sound of ripping caused him to look upwards, he stared in absolute awe at that hugely-thick spire of meat, the pulsating pillar oozing precum down it's obscene length. The goblin's mouth was watering, and he knew he -had- to please it, to taste it, to -worship- it. He grabbed at that mammoth sack once again, but this time with the intent on scaling it, clambering up those behemoth balls hurriedly. When he'd cleared them, he was standing at the base of Tharyn's gargantuan manhood, it throbbing dangerously, though Wezzik was unphased by the daunting task that lay ahead of him. He wrapped him arms around as much of it as he could, which wasn't even half of it's great girth, then his legs, and shimmied his way up that monstrous meatpole, his journey make somewhat easier with the help of the thick veins that fed that colossal cock, the goblin using them for extra purchase when needed.

Wozzik was climbing something equally as impressive, the kaldorei's vast chest, the yellow-eyed greenskin though without the aid of any veins to make his ascent any easier, and with how steep and smooth those huge tracts of land were, he'd wished he'd brought hiking gear along. Soon though he emerged at the summit, the man drooling profusely as he stared out over the barely-bound flesh that yearned to be freed, "Don' you worry my beauties, Wozzik'll get you outta there," he snickered and practically skipped his way over to the final remaining button that held those purple plains at bay. The goblin positioned himself on the elf's shirt as he leant down and 'picked' at it with his teeth, the rogue appeared to have practised this many times before, and soon he'd unbuttoned it masterfully. The shirt blasted open, those mammoth mountains shaking violently as they were freed, though unfortunately for the tiny man previously on them, as that shirt opened it was naturally forced away from under him, and Wozzik was sent tumbling down into that canyon below, bouncing between those soft hills a few times before disappearing between them.

His brother by now had passed the half-way point, and was immediately met with a huge dollop of precum pouring over him, covering him completely. Thankfully though it wasn't very slick like most precum the goblin had been acquainted with, infact it was exceedingly-thick and sticky, the rest of Wezzik's trip made remarkably-easier as a result, the goblin able to climb as quickly as if he had suction cups on his hands and knees. Draping himself over the head, the red-eyed shortstuff began madly licking up as much of the elf's tar that was within reach, even going so far as to scoop more of it up in his hands to bring to his mouth and gobble down.

Wozzik, not one to go down without a fight, had used his excellent agility to skilfully extract himself from that abyss, and had managed to once again reach the summit of Tharyn's mountainous chest. To make up for lost time, he went straight for that nipple, jutting out hugely from the purple landscape, and pulsing visibly. "Did you think daddy left you? D'aww, let me make it up to ya," the rogue began to softly stroke around the thick areola, occasionally digging his fingers more firmly into it, and each time he did, that huge teat would give a strong throb in response. Very quickly though the goblin tired of beating around the bush, and instead grabbed that thick pad of flesh with both hands and began to pump it, moving his face closer and trailing his tongue back and forth across the wide, flat tip while he did so. The louder, much more noticeable moans thundering around the cabin between snores testified to the pleasure flooding through the elf's body from just those actions, and the moment he began to push the tip of his tongue into the small slit in that nipple, the titan's body jolted, and a loud groan sounded again. However, this one wasn't from the hunk that Wozzik was lavishing attention on, this with a higher-pitched sound that came from further south. He pulled back and peered over his shoulder, his eyes widening as he saw his brother, at the top of that tremendous cock and completely drenched in precum, from a torrent of the stuff which had blasted out as a result of the rogue's treatment of that nipple. Still, Wezzik was lashing his tongue across the bulbous head with just as much zeal as before, and his brother couldn't help but admire his tenacity. He decided as a responsible older-sibling, he'd best assist Wezz, and so he dashed down off that massive mound, landing with a slight bounce on the upper set of abs below, which he used to pull off a graceful somersault, landing in Tharyn's mossy-green pubic jungle. The rogue just stared up at that sky-splitting shaft, mouth hanging agape and a good deal of drool leaving his lips, before he decided to join his brother up-top. Having a much higher dexterity than his younger-brother, it didn't take Wozzik nearly as long to traverse that enormous tool, and pretty soon he had joined the other goblin at the summit, the red-eyed blonde having already started pushing his tongue carefully into that large, precum-spewing slit. As before, the moment he did so, a large geyser of precum erupted forth from it, coating both men's faces in the sticky cream, but still Wezzik didn't stop, he just repeatedly pushed that long tongue of his in and out, effectively tongue-fucking the warrior's enormous erection, which shook and quaked, barely holding back. Wozzik was quick to lend a hand, or rather a tongue, and aided his brother, pushing his own tongue into that overly-sensitive slit and licking it out, his face forced right up against his brother's, the two virtually making out with each other as they frantically poured attention onto the giant night elf, both men humping that violently-throbbing tool all the while.

Tharyn groaned louder and deeper, the walls of his cabin shaking so much they'd actually splintered in some areas, and it was this bellowing moaning which finally managed to rouse the kaldorei from his sleep at last, his glowing amber eyes slowly opening, peering about woozily, the massive hunk still half-asleep. Feeling the indescribable pleasure coursing through him, but mostly centred around crotch, he turned his attention between his legs, his eyes widening a bit as he noticed his utterly-colossal cock at full-mast and shooting massive wads of his precum all over the room, and over much of himself. He -then- noticed the two small men draped over the head of his humongous meat, soon realising just what they were doing. At the exact same moment, the full strength of his pleasure finally caught up with him, and as both men's tongues pushed inside him one final time, he grit his teeth, before throwing his head back and letting out a booming moan, the immense elf finally letting forth his unbelievably-prodigious load, that hot-thick tar-like seed surging out in such great force that the current actually picked both men up along with it, and sent them hurtling through the air; the first rope of cum, goblins and all, was aimed perfectly for the large porthole high above Tharyn's head, sending the cream-covered brothers right out of the ship and into the briny blue below, though they didn't seem to mind, huge, dumb grins were planted on their faces and they paddled back to shore. The titan though had only just started, having been backed up for weeks, he was glad to have finally been able to reach climax, and was going to ride it out for as long as he could. He sat himself up and immediately grabbed huge handfuls of his stupidly-sizeable breasts, groping and squeezing the vast plains, his immensely-muscled frame quaking in even greater bliss, Tharyn quick to start pinching and tugging harshly on those massive nipples, his eyes rolling back in delight. It still wasn't enough though, and soon he'd filled his hands instead with that colossal log between his thighs, even -his- huge hands not close to enveloping that girth. The warrior immediately began ferociously jacking off, stroking his gargantuan cock frantically with all his might, but -still- it didn't quite scratch his itch. He -then- decided to wedge that trunk firmly between his breasts, licking his lips and mashing his face against the still-erupting head, revelling in the feeling of his own load splattering messily over his face and hair, and soon he was gulping down whole mouthfuls of the thick batter, one hand now reaching down to the fuzzy cannonballs that were his nuts, kneading them too. As he did this, he lay himself back down, legs in the air so he could start thrusting rapidly, driving that immense pillar back and forth between his behemoth jugs, and forcing the head into his mouth. Groaning as he simultaneously tit-fucked himself, jerked-off, played with his balls -and- gave himself a blowjob, it wasn't long before his pleasure finally reached it's peak, and his load strengthened considerably! Soon the night elf was overcome with the sheer volume he was cumming, and was forced to pull back off, getting another few huge dollops of his steaming cream slathered over him, before his load -finally- died down, soon coming to a complete stop.

Tharyn just stared blankly at his cock, the enormous beast slowly beginning to soften, before he lay his legs back down, his exhaustion soon catching up with him. With a loud yawn the cum-splattered kaldorei just went right back to sleep, completely forgetting about the two goblins from before, or possibly just writing them off as a dream. Regardless, the cabin, not to mention half the ship, was once again filled with the overwhelming din of Tharyn's snoring, as it often was, and Zixxle, who had been busy cleaning the cabins nearby, knew all too well that one heck of a mess was now waiting for him in the warrior's room.