Krellok would shuffle his seat, placing it and himself in front of the Draenei as she is fucked like an animal by the admittedly capable and lustful Goblin.<br/><br/>The monstrous orc would open his legs as he sits, perhaps allowing for the powerful musky stench of his loins to overpower, if even for just a moment, the stench of decadence the place is so well-known for.<br/><br/>He takes in the sight of the horny, moaning Draenei for a while, an almost evil smirk forming on his tusked features as his large left hand reaches for her cheek, stroking it in a surprisingly gentle way for such a brutish-looking creature, while his remaining hand slowly gropes his ever growing arousal through his trousers, the bulbous, dark green head of his manhood visible as it rezts against his muscular stomach.<br/><br/>His gaze then turns to the Goblin, to which he returns the smirk with one of his own. "A lot, little Goblin. It's not often I see one of your kind being able to pleasure one of the taller races. I can respect that. Though, as much as I'm enjoying our friend's moaning, I'd much rather listen to the sounds she'd make with a cock down her throat. I'm sure she's a hard working girl, she can surely tend to your requests and mine at the same time..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>