"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲 -- ＧＡＲＲＯＳＨ　ＨＥＬＬＳＣＲＥＡＭ #LewdRP | #MVRP | #NSFWRP -- 𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁!"

"You wish to serve the Horde? Hmph. Then prove it by serving your Warchief." Garrosh wastes no time in presenting his massive orc cock to the reader. Smirking down at them. "I believe this is the role you are meant to serve in my Horde. It suits you. Now get to it. Now."

Garrosh grunts. Shifting on the throne of Orgrimmar. Before he slew that Alliance warlock -- a pitiful gnome -- they'd afflicted him with a troublesome curse. Not one that affected his mind or soul, but his body. He huffs. Clearly tenting. This hex is making him damn horny!

// also while most of Garrosh's prompts are top leaning so far he is totally a switch. If you think you're strong and bold enough to try to fuck the Warchief, more power to you.

Garrosh smirks. "Yes. Such is the way of the orcs -- of my Horde. We take as we desire. As we deserve. But I am not unreasonable, Spartan. I'm sure we can come to an agreement."

"I have heard word of your martial prowess, Spartan. But the Horde has no need for more warriors nor assassins. No, I need something far more...personal." Garrosh smirks. "My request? Simple. Please the Horde by pleasing me."

He stares from the Spartan's hand then back to his face. Smirking around his tusks and leaning back. "A hand? No. If you wish to cement this agreement, human, there's other parts you should devote your touch to." Another deep chuckle.

Garrosh slams the hilt of Gorehowl against the floor of the throne room. Grunting and leaning back on the throne. Eyes narrow. "Your Warchief demands his rightful tribute. Whether it be in riches or flesh -- I wish to see what my Horde has claimed for me."

Garrosh sneers. Clearly unimpressed. "This is what you have brought before me? One pathetic goblin?" he scoffs. "Hundreds of goblins serve my Horde. Tell me -- what is it you've done to be bound in chains and brought before me?"

He grunts. Rising from his throne. "Forgery? While warriors and heroes toil to build my Horde, you would fill my city with falsehoods? With deceptions?" He eyes the goblin. Huffing from his nose. "What should the price of such action be, I wonder..." he smirks.

"A fine prize. This is truly a beast..." Garrosh smirks. Rising from his throne to inspect the bear warrior. Nodding his approval. -- he rips the muzzle off and tosses it aside. "What is your name, bear? Speak."

The warchief growls. Nodding towards the orc warriors around them. With a nod back, they grunt and tighten the bonds on their captive. "Such fury! You nearly remind me of an orc, bear. But know this -- I am the master of this domain. The leader of the Horde. Now -- your name."

"You would insult these warriors and admit to your crimes? I should take one of your hands for such impudence, goblin." Garrosh smirks. "Although...perhaps there are other manners to use such a skillful goblin..." he murmurs. Eyes shameless as they scan over his form. "Hmm."

Garrosh is infamous across Azeroth for his countless crimes. So now that he's been finally captured, he's been stripped down and bound to face justice. But what form shall it take? "Hah! I am the one true warchief of the Horde! Do what you will. I have no fear of you fools."