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Lovehandles the demon hunter was enjoying a stroll through one of Dalaran's numerous gardens. He had just had a particularly large meal, which usually incentivized a nice walk to aid digestion. When you were known as things like "The Eater Of Demons" and "Champion of The Shoveltusk Steak Sandwich Challenge at Greasy Sal's", it was very rare to be undisturbed during moments of peace.

Today's interruption was a squat little Goblin with a nose ring and heavy purple bags about her eyes. Kell. Lovehandles had met her once or twice before. She always had some hare-brained scheme to capitalize on his popularity. Most of them were embarrassing, crass, and incredibly lucrative.

"No, Kell," Lovehandles said immediately upon seeing her.

"Hey big boy you didn't even give me a second," Kell laughed, her voice was gravely and she spoke slowly.

"And I'm not about to. Find another poor soul to capitalize on," Lovehandles said as he walked away. Kell had to jog to keep up with Lovehandles long strides.

"C'mon buddy, you've got the one thing not a lot of people do! Branding! People dig you man, let's scratch each others back on this."

"I get plenty of gold from the demons, they hoard the stuff like magpies." Kell stopped jogging alongside Lovehandles and sighed wistfully.

"All right then, I'll leave you to yours man. Guess you aren't interested in having sex all day." When she finished her sentence, Kell cast a sidelong grin at Lovehandles who had now stopped in his tracks. Damn the demon blood coursing through his veins. One of the unanticipated side effects was an increase in sexual drive, and with it a certain taste for the lascivious.

"Okay, I'll bite," Lovehandles said.

"Woah man, no biting, you remember last time," Kell laughed sluggishly and waved her hand at him "just fuckin' with you." Kell suddenly got very serious. "Okay though for real. You're a popular dude, like a legend. Like, people know you." Kell was starting to ramble in an incredibly serious tone. Lovehandles began to wonder if she had smoked some highmountain leaf just before meeting up with him.

"Please, get to the point," Lovehandles urged.

"Right okay. You should get into sex work! You're popular and you have the endurance of a dragon. We could sell shirts and shit, yknow, make a day of it. People will line up and you just fuck 'em. We'll split the gold 50/50." Kell dug out some earwax as she spoke.

"Kell," Lovehandles began admonishingly. He stopped and thought about it more. The idea of a lined-up paid for orgy was becoming more and more tantalizing in his fel-addled brain. "Well, y'know what happens if I get too excited, I don't wanna eat or hurt anyone." Kell inspected the earwax she had just pulled out. She waved a hand dismissively.

"We tie and gag you. Problem solved my man. You into bondage? Could be a bonus."

"No," Lovehandles lied through his fangs. "But ok," he said sheepishly.

"Pardon?" Kell said, looking up from whatever terror she had pulled from her ear. Lovehandles groaned, not wanting to be so explicit about his desire to be tied up and used in exchange for gold.

"I'll do it," he said begrudgingly.

"Oh don't act like you aren't into this shit, I know you better than that elf." Kell laughed her raspy laugh and grabbed Lovehandles by his massive clawed hand. "C'mon big boy let's get you ready."

In the commerce exchange of Dalaran, Kell and Lovehandles began to set up shop in the small alcove next to 'Tanks For Everything'.

"Wait we're doing it in public?" Lovehandles asked as Kell began laying out her tools on the cobbles. She was wearing a very fine suit, complete with a top hat and cane. Even though it was immaculate and fit her well, she still looked like she was wearing a costume.

"Yeah man, I'm not paying for advertising. Plus, we'll get more customers, people will get off on fucking you in public."

"I don't know if this is le-"

"I got a permit. Perfectly legal, the Kirin Tor aren't exactly prudes y'know. They respect the business," Kell said as she measured out lengths of rope. "Plus, it is hot ain't it? C'mon tell me you gotta be gettin' a little wet. I know I am, man." Lovehandles squirmed. He could indeed feel his dick swell slightly, and the cool wetness of precum getting soaked up by his underwear.

"Yeah, you got me there." Lovehandles whispered as he watched Kell work.

"Turn around," Kell commanded. Once he did, Kell began to tie Lovehandles' arms together with surprising swiftness. They were covered in rope from wrist to elbow in nearly half a minute. Kell had clearly done this before. "All right, any words before the gag?"

"Uh," before Lovehandles could finish his sentence he felt the small goblins legs on his back as she leaped up and whipped the gag into his mouth, which made his pudgy cheeks bunch up around the leather straps. It was like an oversized horses bit, keeping his mouth slightly ajar but making it impossible to talk (or bite, which was the important thing here).

"I'd put a blindfold on ya but we got the covered huh?" Kell laughed until she was wheezing on that one.

Kell hummed as she flit about the night elf, tying up his legs entirely so he was forced to either lie down or kneel. He was strangely soothed at the fact that he could barely move, and was at the mercy of a very stoned little goblin. Kell managed to get Lovehandles leaning up against a wall with his knees tucked under him. He wasn't sure when she had stripped his clothes off but sure enough they were piled up on the cobbles a foot away. She then waltzed over to her bag and pulled out a rather large sign that had a goofy caricature of Lovehandles on the top. The cartoon had a little speech bubble attached to it saying 'Make me cum first and it's free!'. The rest of the sign had prices: a blowjob was 20 gold. Ass or pussy was 50 gold. Cumming inside for either option was an extra 20 gold. Lovehandles was a little grumpy at the fact that Kell had this sign ready before even asking him if he was in. He supposed he was just predictable.

Kell brought the sign up to him and tapped a claw on the speech bubble.

"All right big boy, see this?" Lovehandles nodded. "Don't you dare cum early ya animal. Oh and growl or snarl or something before you cum at all so I know. As you can see, cumming inside is extra." Lovehandles growled affirmatively. "Good boy," Kell said, slapping his cheek gently. "Now come over and sit next to the sign.

Once Kell had the sign set up in its stand next to the tied up eater of demons, she began her shtick.

"Citizens of Dalaran! Raise your eyes to me and observe! The Eater of Demons known as Lovehandles has decided to share with the world his gift of salacious pleasure! Come and experience the sexual delight of demon semen! Impregnate yourself with the seed of one of Azeroth's heroes!" Lovehandles' cock immediately started hardening upon hearing that last line. He hadn't even considered folks trying to get pregnant off of him.

Kell kept up her shtick until an older pandaren woman who was chatting with her tauren friend walked by.

"Woah that's Lovehandles! Gosh he's a hero," the pandaren stopped to stay.

"Did you wanna take him for a spin dear? I'm fine with waiting."

"Well come with me, we can still talk. Honestly I'm just going to try and get pregnant. I'm not getting any younger and hey maybe it's my little effort to the protection of Azeroth to birth a hero y'know?" The pandaren and tauren walked up to Kell. The pandaren gave her 70 gold. Vaginal or anal with a raw cumshot.

The pandaren undid the buttons on her dress and let it fall to the floor. Age had gripped every loose bit of fat that it could. Her huge belly and breasts swung a little lower than they did a couple of years ago. Lovehandles thought she was gorgeous. He felt his cock agree with him.

"So anyway, they told me that Shandra isn't even a real mage." The pandaren had started conversing with her tauren friend as she casually squat over Lovehandles throbbing cock. She took it with no issue, not even a grunt as her fat labia hide Lovehandles dick from sight completely.

"No way, how did they summon those snacks for the party?" the tauren asked. The pandaren was riding Lovehandles now, her back turned to him so she could talk to her friend. She was dripping wet, and every thrust was nearly too much for him.

"Get this, they hired a mage to hide in a closet to summon those for them! They've been faking this for nearly six years! Gosh, some people. I just don't get them."

The pandaren quickened her pace.

"This is kinda nice, we should do this more often. Go to a place that can serve two at a time y'know?"

"Oh that'd be lovely. Sure is a little more exciting than tea and cookies." The two woman both shared a laugh before the pandaren got serious.

"Well don't take tea time from me, how else am I supposed to keep this figure?" the woman guffawed loudly together. Lovehandles started squirming and whimpering. The pandaren looked over her shoulder.

"Oh, you cumming sweetie? C'mon make it good, make me a mama." the pandaren quickened her pace even more. Lovehandles could feel the cumshot rising in his shaft so slowly it hurt. He wanted to snap through the bindings and hold the woman close, grab her body all over with his claws. Kiss her, bite her, eat her. The demon inside him was already getting riled up. He started humping as hard as he could while being tied up, which elicited a shout of surprise from the pandaren.

"Oof! Oh goodness me! Oh! That feels- oh!" Lovehandles thrust as deep as he could and unloaded multiple shots of warm cum into the pandaren's belly. He could feel her own orgasm dripping down his cock and making his thighs sticky.

The two lied there huffing and panting. Lovehandles was growling deep in his throat, green saliva was beginning to drip out of his gnashing mouth.

"Aw dammit," the pandaren said.

"What's wrong dear?" asked the tauren.

"I came before he did. Was sure i'd be able to get my money back. I'm gettin' old, can't ride em like i used to I guess." The pandaren stood up and waved away the fresh towel Kell handed her. She put her dress back on and leaned down to the snarling drooly Lovehandles.

"Name's J, come find me after this if the baby doesn't stick huh? You're fun. I want to see what you'll do to me without those ropes on" she giggled and lay a kiss on his cheek before pattering off with her friend, cum no doubt dripping down her thighs.

After that, Lovehandles mind became clouded. All he remembered was a long line of people. They all came and rode his cock, some in ecstasy, and some just as casual as the pandaren woman. Most people paid the extra for the cumshot. Lovehandles filled the bellies and throats of so many citizens. Over the course of the day nearly 80 people had drained Lovehandles' big purple balls dry. He eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next day, Lovehandles awoke in his bed. Next to his nightstand was a huge sack with a note pinned to it. He groggily unpinned the note, which made the sack jingle. He figured that was his share of the profits but was far too tired to count it.

Lovehandles,

You knocked out bud. We lost nearly 200 gold on you busting way early but still, good job. 2,500 gold ain't bad for a few hours work. We should do this again sometime. Have fun resting for about a week.

-K

Lovehandles was suddenly aware that his arms and legs were sore as hell, not only from fucking 80 people but from being tied up for so long. His cheeks were even sore from the leather gag. Thankfully the ropes were designed not to leave marks. Lovehandles was exhausted, so he slept.

Life went on relatively normally for Lovehandles. A few days after, he was called out to assist in the taking of several Legion spaceships to bolster Azeroth's fleet. The mission sent Lovehandles all across The Broken Isles. It was a grueling campaign that Lovehandles took part in for nearly five months before being sent home in favor of fresher infantry.

Upon returning to Dalaran for some much needed rest, Lovehandles noticed something he hadn't thought about much while out in the field. Walking through the streets of Dalaran he noticed a trend. Dozens of women seemed to be in near identical stages of pregnancy. He waved it off as a coincidence. No way those were his right? He started to notice folks with bright purple shirts. Emblazoned on the front was the phrase 'I got fucked by The Eater Of Demons and all I got was this lousy shirt'. These folks with the shirts were indeed not pregnant, and were glaring jealousy at any pregnant person they passed.

"Holy shit," Lovehandles whispered to himself.

"Holy shit indeed buddy!" Lovehandles jumped in surprise and turned to see Kell standing there, picking the remains of her lunch out of her teeth with a knife. She also looked like she was about 9 months pregnant. Lovehandles stared in awe at her swollen belly. Kell followed his gaze and laughed.

"Yeah I figured I wanted some little stinkers of my own. None of my girlfriends wanna get me pregnant so I took a little free ride. You don't mind right buddy?" Lovehandles stammered and pointed with a claw.

"You look about ready to burst! It hasn't been that long!"

"Yeah well I'm a goblin. You prolly put some big elf kid inside me or something. Or maybe," she said, grinning sideways at Lovehandles, "I got a couple of little fuckers kicking around in there 'daddy'. Either way I'm kinda digging it. Being pregnant gives me the munchies like no one's business!" Kell sucked her teeth loudly and stowed the knife away. "Welp, glad to have you back. Prolly gonna have a lotta folks showing up at your door, lotsa customers dissatisfied you didn't knock em up. Have fun with that man." Kell gave Lovehandles a gentle slap on the butt before waddling away with her massive belly.

Lovehandles looked around at the few pregnant women he could see. They all seemed so happy, and Lovehandles felt a little tinge of pride at servicing so many people so well. Maybe he'd take Kell up on her offer to do this again soon. The world could always use more demon eaters.