The sultry little Draenei's willingness to be taken by two men of completely different breeds at once was enough to turn the monstrous orc's smirk into a toothy grin, displaying a full row of sharpened teeth, slightly yellowed by the lack of general hygiene typical of most orcish manual laborours. He would show little regard for his worn-and-torn trousers as he undoes his belt buckle and pulls his pants down with such force that to the untrained eye, or someone watching from afar, it would almost seem as if he tore his pants off deliberately, yet such would not be the case once one notices the cloth now surrounding his ankles, allowing for his manhood to breath freely. Indeed, even for an orc, Krellok would be better "equipped" than most, his thick, long fuckpole already leaking pre-cum, and his two heavy balls already churning with more to come. His musky stench would permeate around the tavern freely now, trickles of sweat resulting from his work and Booty Bay's wonderful climate would be running down his erect member as he gently runs his hand up and down it, smearing his sweat and pre-cum all over it, observing the Draenei bend over even further unto the wooden table.<br/><br/>His large, calloused hands would run over her naked back again with surprising gentleness before stopping at her considerable backside, and with no prior warning, he would deliver a swift smack across her ass, painful enough to be pleasant, not painful enough to displease as the orc can only rely on his strength, unlike the Goblin and whatever powers he had that caused such jolts of pleasure with each smack.<br/>His hands would then make their way up her back, before slowly wrapping themselves around her horns. Krellok would send the Goblin a knowing smirk before smiling down at the Draenei, looking at her as she clears her throat before suddenly thrusting his hips forward, forcing as much of his massive cock as he possibly can into her waiting mouth. His grip on her horns would tighten the more of his member made its way inside, his muscles contracting somewhat as he can feel her fangs upon his shaft, but he would move forward, the mixture of his sweat and pre upon his cock facilitating the task slightly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>