Following his defeat against the palemane gnoll pack - Coxx, the goblin priest, received a letter from a member of his warband, saying to meet at Thistlefur Village. The Firbolgs amassed a horde of gold and gear, and it's up for grabs, still mating season though...

Been proud of my work but feeling like I haven't fully taken advantage of my style - so I did a tarot card themed pic. Incubus and the god he serves (Armedes) are gaining attention and favor, much to the dismay of another jealous god who previously attacked Armedes for his popularity.

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ALT Text: The silhouette of Incubus, a short, chubby goblin, floats in front of a planet - chains emerging from watching eyes dig into his wrist. Color and plant life rise beneath him, meeting the desaturated and metallic aura of a mysterious, jealous god. The entity knows Incubus serves Armedes, a demonic god of pleasure, and fears their return to popularity, despite his previous attempts to silence the hedonistic following. Armedes lifts up from behind the planet eyes glowing with a pink hue, reaching out to crush the frigid chains restricting his chosen, he will not be silenced again. 

Coxx received word that one of his warband was captured in Kul Tiras, and snuck onto an Alliance boat headed that way. The goblin evaded detection from the Boralus guard, finding a Trogg settlement just outside the city - he was offered lodging, in exchange for quality soup ingredients. Poor Coxx, always getting bullied...
 
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ALT TEXT: Coxx, the goblin priest, is being accosted by a Grimestone bully, a brutish member of the Grimestone Trogg Tribe (World of Warcraft). The fiend looks quite hungry, and seems enthralled with the idea of tasting a soup enhanced by the goblin's creamy seed. "Come 'ere, goblin! I got a bone to pick with ya, heh heh..." the lumbering giant demands, removing his guest's undergarments, lifting the goblin off the ground by his left leg while pressing a clean femur bone against his vulnerable rear. The priest nearly falls, catching himself on the Grimestone bully's thighs with the crooks of his elbows, rather aroused by the brute's lustful behavior, looking ahead at the bubbling cauldron awaiting a generous release. "Chef says ya ain't added to the soup yet! Let's change that..." the Trogg continues, leaning back against the cold stone structure behind him, shoving the bone deep into the goblin's ass with a single finger. His guest blushes, stifled moans escaping grit teeth, toes curling in response to the intense pleasure of the femur pressing onto his prostate. The visitor feels the warm breath of his host on the back of his neck, the rapidly approaching climax in his stiffened member, his balls resting on the bone defiling his rear. The goblin's never felt so good, never wanted to submit so badly. He looks up at the Grimestone bully with pleading eyes, breathing deeply, begging for a release. The Trogg chuckles, wiggling the femur with his finger, overstimulating the helpless priest's prostate, causing him to violently climax, completing the Trogg's dinner, and making quite the mess...