A low, grumbling chuckle escapes Krellok's lips as his cock's sudden invasion of Xavia's mouth interrupts her mid-sentence, the fact that she just rolls with it enough to make the Orc groan in delight, throwing his head back as she gets down to work, before he chuckles at the Goblin's remark regarding his "junk". He makes a mental note to keep ass-slapping to a minimum. Wouldn't want a stray slap to give his new perverted friend a handicap, after all. Orcs aren't known for being able to control their strength, you know.<br/><br/>Remembering how she reacted as his hand rand down her naked back, a little tenderness would be in order, if only to get her even more in the mood. With that, one of Krellok's hands releases her horn, instead gently caressing her cheek as her mouth fills up with Orc pre-cum. He smirks at her. "What's your name? I'll have to remember it for the next time I come here." Of course, in her current state, he isn't expecting her to say much that he can understand, hoping instead that the Goblin would be kind enough to snap out of his lust-filled state for just a moment and say her name, or scream it out, or moan it out, either way is good for this orc.<br/><br/>For a brief moment, Krellok's grin dissipates from his face in exchange for a somewhat confused grimace. The same unease that had befell the Goblin had fallen unto him as well. Was there something in the Inn? Some odd new arrival? Krellok shook it off rather quick, as these kinds of odd feelings are to be expected in a world like this, it was probably some horny Troll Witch-Doctor in the jungle and some spell that allows him to watch the Inn from afar. His private peep show. The thought amused Krellok.<br/><br/>After that odd little episode, the Orc had had his fill of tenderness for now, and his hand once more gripped Xavia's horn as he plunged more of his erect cock into her mouth, pumping in and out at a prodigious pace that he sincerely hoped the Goblin could accompany as more of his pre cum lubricate the inside of the Draenei's throat, making the task ever easier. "Heh...you were born for this sort of thing, girl..." he grunts inbetween thrusts, the grin returning to his features.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>