Llvaria the Night Elf Chapter 8

Captain Smug entered the battle-scarred warehouse. The painted emblem of the alliance was scrapped nearly off the walls, but the outline remained a testament to the artist's design. Smug checked his watch in the dimly lit building when the sound of padded footsteps perked up his ears. He waltzed in with a diamond-tipped cane, a Lone Zandalari troll in a gold inlaid suit, glowing ruby shades beneath his broad-brimmed hat. The diamond was carved into a miniature visage of Krag'wa the frog loa. 

"Good evening, mon. Gottum's the name, and business is my game." Gottum, the troll, removed his hat and nodded at Captain Smug. "I be hearing you got some cargo you wish to be offloading." The troll's red eyes glanced at the scantly clad blood elf troupe.

"That depends on whether you can match or beat the offer I have in Zandalar." Smug boasted, hiding the lie in his words. The buyer wanted dancers with dresses, and the damn ogre had ruined the dresses, and it would damage his bottom line to try to replace them in the kingdom.

"Well, well, let me see dem then." Gottum strolled past the goblin to the blood elven dancers, his red eyes looked up their bodies up and down, and they turned away from him, disgusted. Except for the oblivious Cherry, who waved at him when he walked past her. "Dey will do nicely, and my boys will enjoy their company."

"We still need to go over the contract for the troupe. I have them for a five-year gig, and-" Captain Smug was stopped by a tall Zandalari troll slamming a chest in front of him. The lid was open, revealing thousands of gold coins. The goblin's eyes teared up, and he reached gently toward the pile. The lid slammed shut, nearly clipping his fingers as another chest was stacked on top of the first. A third was placed beside along with a fourth, Smug tried to calculate the number of coins based on the dimensions in the chests, but one thing was clear it was more than the offer in Zandalar by a long shot.

"This should satisfy your demands, partner," Gottum approached the stunned Captain Smug, who was twitching, mentally calculating the vast sum in front of him, overloading his weary mind."Do we got a deal, mon?"

Captain Smug reached out and shook Gottums head franticly, holding back tears of greed and joy. "Yes, always a pleasure to deal business with wealthy, I mean men of good repute."

The now rich captain had his crew load up the chests and left the twelve Blood elves with the rich troll. "Now, ladies, gaze upon my necklace if you don't mind," Gottum said, holding up the glowing gold totem on a silver chain. The mystic item glowed a beam of light at the women, and their eyes glowed, matching the color of the totem."You ready to meet your husbands?"

"Yes, master." The dancers said in unison, bewitched by the troll's totem, his mind servants.

"Oh, boys, come on out!" Gottum shouted, and a rustling noise was heard as ten round shapes strode in, big frog's all shaped in the frog loa's image. The spawn of Krag'wa, they were huge but not nearly as big as their father. The frogs lined up, and their skin was tinged in several colors green, blue, and yellow.

"Now, ladies, pair up with your man of choice." Gottum pointed at a blonde elf in a tattered dress."Except you, I be taking you for myself." The blonde elf walked over and grabbed Gottum, pressed her smooth skin against his scaley hide, and nuzzled his arm with her face. Now with a blood elf female before each of the frogs, with blank, smiling faces under Gottums command. The troll flicked his fingers, and the dancers took off their clothes, now nude in front of their scaly husbands.

"Gentleman, take your wives!" Gottum shouted as he caressed the face of his own woman.

The frogs opened their mouths, wrapped their tongues around the voluptuous girls, and pulled them inside their saliva-filled mouths. The sound of lips smacking and the girls moaning filled the warehouse as the frogs feasted on the blood elven harem. They were then replaced by the sound of gulping as the bulges settled into the frog's bellies as each one became plump with an elven meal.

"Ladies move into the second chamber if you will," Gottum spoke into the glowing totem. The frog's bellies shifted and bulged out as the dancers squeezed into their scaled partner's breeding chambers.

"Gentleman! Be good husbands and consummate with your wives." Gottum shouted to the Ten. Their bodies glowed and shook as each sprouted tentacles and began to penetrate their wives deep inside the breeding chambers. Muffled moans and cries of ecstasy surrounded each of the Ten as Gottum strolled by with pride as he noticed his boys' joy and pleasure. The troll stopped when he looked at something he didn't expect. Standing alone where the dancers were grouped was the lone blood elf remaining.

A red-headed elf, Cherry stood motionless as Gottum strolled up to her with his blonde toy following behind him. "What to do with you?" he whispered, looking at her dimensions.

" I am good with accounting," Cherry piped up, startling the troll.

Gottum looked at her eyes and his totem, and she was the first one that didn't fall prey to his voodoo."You are unaffected by my magic?"

"My family bloodline makes me immune to mind control effects," She smiled blankly at the stunned troll.

"Accounting, eh? I could use help keeping watch of my finances and scheduling the breeding cycle of my boys between clients."

"I would also like to avoid being inside any stomach, if you don't mind, I was in ogre recently, and it left me a bit scarred mentally." She chirped, her left eye twitching a little.

"Well, if you will be working for me, I'll let you in on my business model." Gottum motioned for Cherry to follow him with his mind enslaved blonde following behind him. " The boys here breed, and I sell their offspring as mounts to adventurers for top coin. I provide them with all the food and women they want, and don't worry, your troupe will not be digested but be reused since elves have long life cycles. They will be bred quite extensively and probably never leave the bellies of their respective husband. Nor would they want to. They are going to be in permanent pleasure from now on."

"I don't mind as long as my wine glass is full," Cherry said.

"I think this will be a fun business venture welcome aboard to Da Frog Man Enterprises. Now, if you don't mind, I want to give this blonde a try in the backroom, and I heard they can suck the magic from living tings and want to see how good this one sucks." Gottum said, licking his lips at the blonde elf and leaving Cherry by herself to walk over to an office room and sit behind a desk and pat the wood with her hands.

Cherry looked out the cracked window and caught the glance of a prominent green frog. It winked at her and belched, causing Cherry to duck and grab a stack of papers and begin to pretend to read the dusty parchment anxiously.

A green portal opened on the beach several miles away from the port. The portal shimmered and appeared to be made of energized water. A trio of characters came out from the green void, a human mage, a Pandaren rogue, and a massive purple frog with glowing determined eyes.

"Welcome to the jungle." Mushi rumbled angrily.