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Everlook: Azeroth's Winter Wonderland

Everlook Lodge, a large, toasty haven from the cold temperatures that Winterspring was known for. Indeed, the snowy wilderness provided a rather unique opportunity for the goblins; Azeroth's only other snow-rich landscape was Northrend, a continent infested with the vile Scourge. Winterspring by contrast was a reasonably safe region, especially ever since the Steamwheedle Cartel had set up their settlement of Everlook in the middle of it. Like their cousins down in Gadgetzan though, it wasn't too long before they decided to get their foot in the door of the tourism industry, and try and sell this beautiful, white wonderland as a prime holiday destination. Thus, Everlook soon became a popular alternative to beach resorts, offering a wide array of winter-themed activities.

But anyway, yes, Everlook Lodge! It's large double-doors would open as a remarkably-bulky figure entered from the frigid outside, sighing happily as the warmth nibbled at his cold extremities. It was Zohaar, the terrifically-immense draenei. At least he was dressed for such weather; his top-half was covered in a large, medium-blue furred jacket, with a couple of thick shirts on underneath. Aside from this he wore a pair of dark-blue insulated pants and a deep red scarf around his neck, obscuring his mouth and jaw. Even this, coupled with his herculean build, did little to ward of the cold, and the two huge tents his rock-hard nipples were making through all three layers of padded clothing, attested to that. Those thick pads of flesh could have likely cut diamonds in their current state!

The paladin glanced around briefly at the large, open room, not immediately spotting who he was supposed to meet, and so decided to stroll over to the bar and order a nice hot drink to help with his current state. Having to crane his neck down to see much of the goblin standing behind the counter. Pulling down his scarf a little, he'd politely ask, “Hail, could I have a hot chocolate please? With extra cream and some of those little marshmallows if possible,” he blushed a little at how childish his order sounded, but it was his favourite of warm drinks. The blue-coiffed goblin woman nodded, quickly getting to work whipping up his drink, pretty soon sliding a big red mug over the counter to him, Zohaar placing a few silver coins down in exchange, accepting the drink and bidding the worker a good day.

He walked over to the seating area beside the massive fireplace that filled up much of the back wall. He was surprised to see it empty, but just shrugged a took a seat on the huge plush sofa, gazing down excitedly at his hot chocolate and eagerly taking a sip.

“Zohaar!”

The knight would be immediately interrupted from his drink, peering back over toward the entrance to see a man in glimmering golden plate armour striding proudly towards him. He instantly recognised the man as his superior in the paladin order, Jarek. He was always surprised at just how large Jarek actually was, despite being a human he wasn't -that- far off rivalling himself in build, which even his bulky armour didn't fully conceal, and he was much taller than the usual human as well. Getting on in years he showed some lines of his age across his face, but it did little to detract from his rugged good looks. His short and rather unkempt brown hair was also noticeably greying, not that Jarek seemed to pay it any heed, he certainly didn't act his age.

Beside him Zohaar could also see a -much- smaller man, -very- short and built fairly weakly. He knew the youth as Cedric, a squire who joined his order only a few months prior. The knight-in-training had short, golden-blonde hair, combed to perfection in start contrast to the knight-commander. He wore a rather cheap set of steel chainmail, looking less-than-impressive next to his superior.

Jarek cheerfully jogged over to the seating area, plonking himself down on a large armchair opposite the vindicator, while Cedric hurried behind after him, sitting on the same couch as Zohaar, albeit parked right on the opposite end.

“Good to see ya outta all that armour for once, Zohaar, though it's still coverin' far too much for my likin'. I keep tellin' ya with everythin' you've got to offer, it's cruel to hide it from the world,” Jarek gave a goofy grin down at the draenei's godly body, though made sure to put his focus on the oversized hills jutting out from his chest.

Zohaar blushed lightly, scoffing in response, “And yet you still decide to wear yours, to a place like this no less, the snow certainly isn't going to do it any favours,” he went back to his drink, making extra effort to try and catch a small marshmallow with his lips.

“Aaaaah, I see how it is, Zohaar wants to see what 'is boss is packin', well ya only needed to ask,” the knight-commander gave a boisterous guffaw, which only made the titan sigh to himself and shake his head.

“I still have no idea how one as... off-colour as you made it to the rank of knight-commander in an order that reveres the Light,” despite his words the small smile Zohaar wore showed that he really did like Jarek, despite his teasing.

“Gyahaha, well, let's just say bein' skilled with your mouth helps a whole lo-.”

“Commander, please!” Cedric quickly pipped up, his face flushed red too, “We came here for a reason, please just give us our orders,” he abruptly clammed up after this, staring at the floor in embarrassment.

Jarek shook his head and tutted, “And this is exactly why I brought you two, even on vacation yer talkin' about 'orders', the only 'order' I'm givin' ya is to relax, unwind, get those sticks outta yer asses an' enjoy yerselves,” he beamed brightly between the two other men, who of course scowled back, Zohaar even going so far as to place his hot cocoa down on the table!

“I'll have you know I enjoy myself plenty, patrolling Stormwind, thwarting evil-doers, the few times I get to deliver a report to my people in Azuremyst...,” his firm gaze would fall back to his warm drink and after a short moment he snatched it back up in his large hands, sipping it quickly.

“Exactly what I knew ya'd say, blue, which is why...,” Jarek fished around in his pocket before pulling out some rolled up paper, unfurling it and placing it down on the table between them all, Zohaar staring blankly down at it, and Cedric sliding up the sofa a little to get a better view.

It appeared to be an advertisement for 'Mezzie's Massages', and showed a topless elven woman laying on her front on a padded table, while a pink-haired gobliness massaged her shoulders, both of them giving slightly awkward smiles.

Without giving the other two a chance to respond, the commander went on, “Apparently they have the best masseuses an' masseurs in Azeroth, guaranteed to loosen up even the most tightly-wound o' paladins,” he gave a snarky grin.

“That's an... oddly specific promise to make,” Cedric furrowed his brow in some confusion while Zohaar just peered over to him for a moment before turning back to Jarek.

“I'm not sure I'm all too comfortable with the idea of someone prodding and poking me,” the draenei looked more-than-a-little uneasy at the prospect as he looked down himself, though as he did this his commander smirked wickedly and hopped up out of his chair. Before Zohaar or Cedric knew what was even going on they'd both been grabbed by the large human and yanked up out of their chair, yes, even Zohaar! He was practically dragging them across the Lodge and towards some double doors, above which was a flashing neon sign with 'Mazzie's Massages' emblazoned on it. Both men gulped deeply, there was no escaping now...

Within ten minutes the three men were in a large, pristine-white room, each of them laying on a matching massage table, though naturally Zohaar's needed to be jumbo-sized. They lay one their stomachs, and had only a towel covering their backsides, not a single scrap of clothing left on them. While the vindicator and the squire blushed a dark shade of red, Jarek seemed to be loving it, grinning widely and happily ogling the draenei, whose table was between the two humans'.

“Mmhmm~ I told ya, gotta show off when ya've got -that- much on offer,” the commander chuckled lewdly as he gawked, looking along those powerful legs, easily beating tree trunks in girth, then moving onto Zohaar's deliciously-huge rump, which while covered in a towel, still showed off it's size and curves perfectly. After his gaze roamed up across that rippling back and over those immense arms, he'd be able to see a good deal of the paladin's titanic melons, Jarek licking his lips as he watched them press into the padded table.

Zohaar was far too embarrassed to shoot a glare at his superior like he usually would, and anyhow, it was only a couple of seconds later that the door at the back of the room opened up, and in trotted three remarkably-similar looking goblin men, just as short as their race tended to come; each of them was bald, though gifted with surprisingly-chiselled good looks that helped offset this. They were all scanning a piece of paper, making their way to stand in front of those massage tables, one at each.

“Riiight let's see, who do we have toda- GAH!,” as each of the goblins peered up in turn, they'd yelp and nearly topple backwards as they quickly took notice of the utterly-colossal hunk taking up a fair amount of the spacious parlour. It took them quite some time to lift their jaws back up off the floor and to regain their composure, well, some of it at least. “Ah, right, so, yeah, well, us three'll be yer masseurs today. We's gots ourselves an itinerary o' where we'll be rubbin' ya when, but if ya ever want us t'move, slow down or, heh, go faster...,” he gave Zohaar a sly wink before he continued, the draenei biting his lower lip and giving another deep gulp, “... you's just let us know. Now! Without further ado, let's get started!” And with that all three men charged forward, before leaping dramatically up onto those tables, landing on the larger men's backs. While Jarek and Zohaar only gave slight grunts at this, Cedric let out a pained groan as his masseur squashed him.

Scrambling around, the three greenskins would quickly take a comfy seat on the men's backs, Cedric's more straddling him, and then began the massage. Starting with their shoulders, they quite happily rubbed and kneaded, though the 'poor' goblin who was on Zohaar had to work on them individually, and even using both his hands he could only reach about half a shoulder at a time. Still this only seemed to excite the masseur more, and when both the other small males moved onto the arms, he was only just finishing up with the first of the vindicator's shoulders!

Cedric still wore a terribly-noticeable blush, and while he did genuinely enjoy the treatment, he was still a bundle of nerves and constantly worried of where his masseur would go next. Jarek meanwhile was grunting and groaning quite happily, having always been a lover of getting massaged, he could really tell that these little guys were masters of their craft. However, it was the titanic draenei who was giving off the most obvious sounds of delight, moaning out in bliss at the goblin's magic touch. He'd never experienced something like this before, always one to shy away from any sort of physical contact from others, but it certainly seemed that he -adored- it, his deep and rather sultry moans filling the room and all the other men's ears, instantly giving every one of them a painfully hard erection. Cedric was shutting his eyes tightly, inwardly willing his to go down, but of course to no avail. The knight-commander though had a dumb grin plastered on his face and was eagerly enjoying the bellowing groans of bliss.

“Alright, time to flip over guys!” the goblins exclaimed, hopping back down onto the floor to give the larger males room to do so. Cedric, naturally, looked even more nervous about this, peering over to the others for some reassurance, though saw the larger men eagerly scrambling onto their backs, quick to slip their towels around to cover their oversized manparts. Sighing softly to himself, the squire squirmed onto his back, covering his modesty and biting his bottom lip, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.

Jarek's masseur was the first to climb back up onto the table, and then onto him; he started by innocently massaging those lovely, broad shoulders once more, though his greedy hands would slip lower in a matter of moments, firmly planted on the commander's thick, powerful chest, groping those slabs of beef tightly and teasing a deep groan from Jarek who grinned widely down to the worker.

“Nngh, now -this- is the kinda massagin' I was hopin' for,” he snickered as the goblin returned the grin, kneading those behemoth pecs roughly, though making sure to avoid those nice, thick nipples for the moment.

Cedric's was next to hop up, again crushing the poor youth in the process. Slipping his large hands up and down the young man's sides, the masseur, intentionally or not, pressed a knee against the squire's crotch, feeling a noticeable bulge and chuckling mischievously.

Last but certainly not least, the draenei brute's masseur had climbed atop his stomach, a tiring hike on it's own. Gazing up from the dense brickwork of Zohaar's abs, a waterfall of drool would pour from his mouth as he set his sights on those deliciously-giant mounds, not covered in the slightest now. Each perfectly-smooth blue hill was topped with a truly-massive nipple, rock-hard from the treatment thus far, they were extra-thick and pulsating quickly in the warm air of the parlour. The goblin didn't even bother to disguise his lust as he catapulted himself right at the base of those tits, nearly tripping over himself as he frantically began to climb one, grabbing huge handfuls of pec-meat to pull himself up. In no time at all he had reached the summit, instantly spotting the fat, throbbing teat and draping himself over it, lashing his tongue fiercely on the nub while his hands stroked and caressed the swollen areola that encircled it. Zohaar of course wasn't so naïve as to mistake this for a normal part of the treatment, but was far too overcome with pleasure by this point to care, panting heavily between moans, a dark blush across his smooth face.

Cedric and Jarek, as well as their masseurs, were staring transfixed at the spectacle, noticing the not-so-subtle reaction it was having on the vindicator. The towel he was using to cover his privates was now only barely obscuring the head of his shaft, that impossibly-thick trunk of pale-blue cockmeat was pointing skyward, throbbing even more desperately than the stud's nips, and at their base a pair of smooth, boulder-sized nuts audibly churning with cum.

It was only after a minute or two more that that feeble cloth finally slipped off that beast, just in time for massive wads of precum to start gushing out of it. All the men just stared at the display, huge dollops landing over both Zohaar and his masseur, the goblin shuddering in delight as one particularly-large glob hit him square in the face, completely covering the wide, dumb, blissful smile he wore.

It was time for the other workers not to be outdone, Jarek's gave him a sly wink before wrapping his lips around one of the knight's fat nipples, circling it with his tongue and sloppily slurping over it, all the while groping that hefty pec as hard as he could. The human leant his head back and grunted, his breaths heavy as he reached down to his immensely-tented towel and threw it to the floor, grabbing his own enormous endowment and jerking it.

“Nnnngh, damn, you charge extra for this, little guy?” he playfully asked, quickly reaching down with his other hand since one hand just wasn't enough to tame his monster. The goblin didn't answer though, far too enraptured by the shelf of muscle he was happily pleasing.

Cedric meanwhile was writhing in pure pleasure, his eyes rolling back as his masseur had slipped his head beneath his towel and had taken every inch of the boy's manhood into his mouth, bobbing up and down on it at breakneck speed, one of his hands fondling with the squires plump balls, and sending even more waves of arousal through him.

The worker with the biggest task though, Zohaar's, had finally managed to tear himself away from that captivatingly-mammoth nub and was staring back at the god's solid redwood (or should that be bluewood?), his tongue hanging from his mouth like an overly-excited dog. He slid down the slope of that behemoth breast and hopped across that cobblestone stomach before finally reaching his heart's desire. For what he had in mind though, he grabbed onto the pulsating shaft and shimmied his way around it to the other side, dropping down onto the yoga-balls that were Zohaar's nuts. While completely devoid of hair, they gave off a pleasantly, heady aroma of... well, the only word the goblin could think of to describe it was 'Man'. The worker mashed his entire head between those colossal nuts and motorboated them, slathering what he could in saliva while roughly kneading the comparatively-tiny area he could reach, with both hands and feet.

A loud, earth-shaking groan filled the room, probably the entire lodge, and the paladin's nipples would start to release their copious flood of milk. The surprisingly-thick cream fired out in powerful jets, first splattering onto the ceiling, but soon raining down on not only himself, but also over all the other men in the room, much to their delight of course.

It wouldn't be long though before another, stronger quake shook the room, this one not caused by the titan's moans, but from his unbelievably-overfilled nuts, those balls actually shaking violently as they bubbled with seed, struggling to hold in the tide for much longer. The other men just leered at them, each of them wishing with all their might that the draenei's stamina would finally break.

“NNNGGGGGGAAAAAAAAH!!!,” this time it wasn't only the lodge, but half of Winterspring that shuddered under the deafening, primal roar. Zohaar arched his rippling back and clenched his huge fists as his titanic cock blew, more spectacular then even the mightiest of volcanoes, the seed that poured from that beast was more akin to a dam breaking in terms of volume than any feeble ejaculation any other man on Azeroth could muster. Cedric, Jarek and all three masseurs would cum at once, but even together their seed wouldn't even compare to one rope of the tar-thick batter Zohaar shot, giant goblin-sized dollops smashed into the ceiling, the walls, the doors, the tables, everything, that whopper being thrown around little a fireman's hose as it unleashed it's torrent. Cedric and his masseur were blasted back by a couple, and even Jarek could barely hold his ground as he was assaulted. The cum was soon completely covering the floor, and was quickly rising nearly as high as the tables did. No one seemed to be concerned though, all of them riding their second, third, or even forth orgasm from the sight and sound alone, the goblins mostly helping themselves to large mouthfuls of Zohaar's heavenly spooge. Eventually though even that draenei would run out of cum, his load weakening until he was completely spent, his head slumped back on the table as he passed out cold from the sheer force of his orgasm.