Yellow Snow in Alterac Valley

She couldn't see anything.
"Elune curse you, rogue!", she muttered in Darnassian, well knowing that the orc couldn't understand her, but needing to let out some steam, to do something while she was incapacitated.
Finally the fog in front of her eyes cleared and see could see once more, though she was blinded for a moment again when the darkness was replaced by the sparkling whiteness of the snow all around her, reflecting the bright sun right into her eyes.
Niri was young, but neither stupid nor inexperienced in battle, and knew that the hostile rogue would use this moment to stun her again, probably already standing behind her, about to pummel her kidneys.
She let out a wailing scream full of magical power.
And she had been right.
Spinning around, she could see the black-clad bulk of the orc running away from her, sent into terror by her scream.
But it wouldn't last long. She had to be fast.
Still, she shot a quick prayer of gratitude to Elune, thanking her that the rogue was only an orc, not an undead thing immune to the fear she had temporarily created in the greenskin.
Casting a magical shield around her, as well as a spell that would quickly heal the cuts the orc had inflicted upon her before he had blinded her, she again cursed the rogue. But not just with words, but with magical power that would drain his life away.

His incapacitating fear gone, he turned around to her, murder in his eyes.
But then his expression changed, converted into a grimace of pain and he clutched his belly, blood oozing through tears in his leather armor. Only now he seemed to realize just how badly wounded he was.
Long seconds he stared at her, hateful and angry. Then he was gone. Vanished from one moment to the other.

Niri took a deep breath, and shot another prayer of thanks to the goddess bestowing her priestly gifts upon the young nightelf.

Sure that it would take some time until the rogue would have taken care of his wounds and return, if he would return at all after being beaten once, Niri went over to the flagpole, stripping the orc's magical symbols from it and placing her own, claiming it once more for the Alliance.

But now the waiting began. It would take some time for the dwarf defenders to arrive and completely secure the flag, and with it the Stormpike graveyard, for her faction.
She hated this waiting. She was all alone, with not a sign of one of the dozens of her allies anywhere in sight. One moment of inattention, one knock on the head from a hidden rogue, and he would have enough time to strip her own symbols from the flagpole, and no dwarven help would arrive anytime soon.
She looked for higher ground, settling on a place north of the flagpole, where she could see the flag, but where an approaching horde member wouldn't immediately notice her, even less so thanks to her nightelven skill to meld into her surroundings while standing still.

'Always the same', she thought.
Some rogue would reach far into allied territory, miles behind enemy lines, and kill the dwarven graveyard defenders, to claim it for the horde, and every Alliance member would ignore it. Well, everyone but Niri.
She was annoyed. After all, she was a priestess, and could do so much more to help the battle for Alterac Valley than staying close to the valley entrance and guard some graveyard. She could be - should be! - at the front lines, healing her wounded comrades.
But she had seen it too often. If one graveyard stayed unguarded and was claimed by the Horde, suddenly the single rogue or druid who had claimed it was joined by more and more of his friends, and soon the whole Horde army would stand on the bridge to Dun Baldar.
No, she couldn't let this happen. She would guard this graveyard, all alone if need be, no matter how boring it was and how much she yearned to join the battle proper.

She sighed.
The worst thing of it all, she thought, was that she couldn't afford to let her attention slip. If some stealthed rogue or druid got to her it could end bad.
But as the minutes went by, it became increasingly hard to stay alert for the young priestess.
Again and again her thoughts drifted to the same thing they always drifted when the young elf was bored and her thoughts were allowed to roam free: Women.
When the battle had started, there had been some incredibly good looking girls waiting with her in the cave entrance of the valley. Beautiful nightelves, draenei, and even humans, with wonderful curves and cute faces.
It had been much too long for her since she had last felt a soft, warm body pressed against hers, and she hadn't masturbated yet on this day, so the pure thought of a pretty woman made her nipples ache and her pussy moisten.

'Stay alert!', she reminded herself and intently watched the flagpole again, ready to cast a spell the very moment someone unstealthed near it.
But again her mind drifted, and she saw the pretty faces and gorgeous bodies of the women she had seen in the cave. She imagined how they would look like naked. How they would smell. How they would feel. She sighed.

Again she jerked awake, reminding her that drifting off into dreams now could well lead to bad things. But then again, she was so far up north, while the battle was raging somewhere far to the south of the valley near Frostwolf Keep. And probably all the enemy rogues and druids would now rather be joining the slaughter there, than taking the pains to move miles through enemy territory to come to where she was guarding a lone flag.
No, that was highly unlikely. Although she wouldn't mind a pretty bloodelf girl showing up. She smiled, then again jerked awake. What was she thinking? A bloodelf would rather kill her than do anything of the likes Niri desired right now.

But perhaps the Bloodelf wouldn't see her where she was hidden. Perhaps she could watch the elf. Perhaps the bloodelf would even have a full bladder and relief herself. Yes, she would like to watch that. Her heart beat faster at the thought.

'Stop it!', she scolded herself, focusing on her task to watch the flagpole once more.
Then she heard something.
At first it was just a faint thumping sound, but then she realized that it was the sound her own riding tiger made when it was running through the snow.
The next moment, her guess was confirmed, when a snow-white saber tooth came around a bend in the path leading to the flagpole and her vantage point.
Riding on the huge cat was a nightelf with flowing purple hair, a large bow slung around her back. A smaller cat, a black panther, was running behind the elf and her mount.

The huntress rode directly towards the flagpole, jumped from her mount and immediately crouched down to lay a trap down at the base of the pole, before she took her bow off her shoulders and readied an arrow.
Giving some command to her panther, who made himself somehow invisible in the snow despite his black fur, she turned around and started directly for the place Niri was hiding in.

The very moment the huntress turned around, though, she saw Niri and her eyes went wide.
"Ishnu-ala", Niri said timidly.
The huntress, a gorgeous woman, as Niri noticed upon eyeing her up and down, lowered her bow and grinned at her.
"Ishnu-ala! I didn't expect anyone to be here!"
Niri giggled. "Neither did I expect anyone else to ever have the idea to come here and protect the flag until the guards show up."
"Well, that's the Alliance. Everybody just out for a quick kill, but nobody taking care of strategically important things. Unlike you, it seems!"
"And you", Niri replied, glad to have found someone who shared her sentiments.

"Well.. I guess I should tell you that I'll relieve you so that you can go to the front lines, where a powerful priestess like you will definitely be of more use than sitting on some hill guarding a graveyard all by herself. I guess with my traps and my cat I'll be all right by myself here even if some rogue comes. But, to be honest,", and then the huntress made a pause and let her eyes wander over Niri's body, making her blush, "I'd be happy if you stayed and lent me some company".
"Sure, I'll stay!", Niri exclaimed, blushing again when she realized with how much excitement she had said these words, not wanting to let the huntress know how attracted she had instantly become to her.
"It's safer this way, in the case two or more rogues make a try..", she quickly added.
The huntress nodded with a grin, and positioned herself next to Niri, bow in hands and arrow aimed towards the flagpole.

Niri could feel the warmth emanating from the elf's body, and wondered why the huntress had positioned herself so close to her. She studied her out of the corner of her eyes.
The elf was as tall as she was, wild hair flowing from her head to below her shoulders, intricate purple tattoo designs adorning her incredibly pretty face.
Her body was taut and slender, but her narrow waist and juicy thighs gave her perfect curves. She was clad in a leather outfit that let her belly unprotected, both from the cold mountain air and from Niri's increasingly lustful gaze. When she looked up again at the huntress' face, she noticed that the elf was looking at her, smiling. She blushed and turned her face away, once again concentrating on the object they were guarding. Or at least pretending to be, because in her mind she was already undressing the beautiful elf.

The minutes slowly trickled by, Niri imagining what the huntress would look like in the nude, her glances again and again wandering over the elf's beautiful body, from the mounds on her chest down to her boots where the elf's pretty feet must be hidden.
Niri had a major attraction to feet, but this was not the only reason her eyes went down to the elf's boots often. The huntress became increasingly more fidgety, stepping from one foot to the other, sometimes making annoyed noises when rebalancing her weight.

Niri was still wondering what was going on with the huntress, when she suddenly spoke.
"What is your name?"
"Uuh.. Niri."
The huntress smiled at her.
"Niri. I like that name."
"Uuh.. Thanks", the priestess answered her abashed.
"Niri, would you do me a huge favor?"
"Um.. sure..", she answered, not knowing what to expect.
"You see these boots I'm wearing? I only got them this morning and they are terribly uncomfortable. My feet really hurt. Would you mind massaging my feet?"

Niri looked at the huntress wide-eyed and swallowed. This was definitely strange behavior. Just asking a complete stranger to massage her feet? And her of all people? She who was so horny right now, had a massive foot-fetish, and would love to completely devour the girl's feet? This was all too good to be true.
But she knew herself. It would be incredibly hard to just massage some pretty feet and keep herself from kissing and licking them. And besides, she would feel uncomfortable doing something with the girl which was so arousing to her, while the other girl thought it was just an innocent foot massage against the pain.
"I.. I don't think that's such a good idea..", she finally stuttered, embarrassed.
"Oh please, I beg you! It would feel so good. And my feet are clean! They don't smell bad, I promise!"
Niri knew this was a unique chance, which she should take. After all, how long would it be until she would be allowed to touch a gorgeous girl's feet again? For a rather introverted priestess like her who had a hard time meeting knew people it was always hard to indulge in her secret passion - although her other secret passion was even more difficult to indulge in.

Still, it felt wrong to do something which stimulated her sexually without the other person knowing or wanting this.
"No, I don't think I should do this..", she said after some moments hesitating.
"So you're one of those people who find feet ugly?"
"What? Ugly? No, not at all! It's the opposite!"
When the huntress face turned to a smirk, Niri blushed, realizing that she had said more than she had wanted to say.
"What do you mean with opposite?", she questioned her.
Niri thought of some lie or excuse she could tell the inquiring elf, but nothing came to her, and the huntress was staring at her so intently that she felt compelled to tell the truth.
"Well... this is so embarrassing.. but I really like feet.. I mean I really, really like them.. girl feet, that is.. so if you ask me to.. touch yours, it would be like.. well it would be like if you asked me to massage your breasts!", she blurted out, her cheeks turning a deep red afterwards.
"Ah, and I already feared you didn't want to do it because you hated them!"
Before Niri could answer, the huntress was sitting down, legs outstretched and booted feet in front of the stunned elf.
"Now would you please already massage my feet?"
Niri wanted to say something, but no words came forth. What was up with this strange huntress? She'd just told her her secret and she was pretty much ignoring it, or not caring about it. What should she do? Somehow she doubted the elf would take another 'no' for an answer. And, after all, Niri really wanted to touch the girl's feet. So what was keeping her from doing it? She asked herself.

Thus the young priestess sat down, cloak below her to shield her from the snow's coldness, and started carefully pulling the boots from the huntress feet, revealing small white socks.
Taking her feet in her lap, Niri began massaging the huntress' right foot. She was startled when the huntress suddenly moaned.
"Mhm that feels so good Niri!".
The priestess swallowed. Had that been a sexual moan, or was it really just the relief of cramped muscles getting massaged into softness again?
Pressing her thumbs into the woman's soles and stroking her feet, Niri became increasingly aroused, both from the wonderful warm, soft feel of the feet in her hands, and from the continuing pleasured noises coming from the huntress.

Then she suddenly felt the huntress eyes on her. Looking up, she saw her staring into her eyes, with what Niri thought was lust.
"You can take my socks off, Niri.", the huntress said languidly, making a pause before she continued, "Then you'll probably have an easier time massaging me."
Niri didn't wait to accept the invitation, and carefully pulled the elf's thin white socks from her feet.
Looking at what she had now exposed to the bright sunlight, a hunger came over her. The milky white skin of the girl's soft soles, and her cute little toes made her forget completely where she was, or that they had to guard something.
She started rubbing her fingers over the sole of the huntress' left foot, touching the soft yet taut flesh, and lost it.
What she had feared was happening now, and there was nothing she could do about it. The desire was just to great, the girl's feet just too delicious.
Before she knew it, she had brought the sexy foot to her face and trailed her tongue once over its whole length, coating it with a thin sheen of saliva, relishing the sweet faint taste of the woman's skin, its texture on her tongue, and the slight smell of the sock's cotton and traces of saltiness. It was pure heaven to the young priestess, and the huntress' moaning at getting her foot licked like this spurned her on even more. But when she grabbed the other foot, the huntress chuckled. "Just what I thought!".
"What?", Niri asked, frowning.
"On the outside an innocent, cute little priestess who looks like she's never even seen herself naked, but on the inside you're probably the dirtiest girl in the whole valley. Just licking my feet like this. I bet I could make you lick quite some more things!"
Niri stared incredulous at the grinning elf, not knowing what to say. After all, she was probably right. Niri didn't think that there were too many nightelves who were as addicted to girl's feet like she was. And not only to girl's feet, she thought.

"But I'm enjoying this immensely, so don't stop!", the huntress urged her on, and Niri didn't care about what she had said earlier, right now she just wanted to lick those gorgeously sexy feet.
And so she did, bringing one foot up to her face again and trailing her tongue over it, first languidly, then with increasing eagerness. Between licks she started planting wet kisses on the girl's beautiful arches, and licking the sides. But licking from heel to toes and back again with her tongue pressed flat against the soft, warm sole was her favorite thing. And the huntress seemed to like it a lot, too, slightly shivering from time to time, and moaning often, now in a completely sexual way.
Somehow Niri doubted that the elf's feet had ever hurt her, and that she had somehow known about Niri's preferences, but she was too focused on her licking to give these thoughts further contemplation.
After licking the soles, first individually, then holding both feet against each other and licking wildly from one foot to the other, she began concentrating on the toes.
First she took one after the other into her mouth, sucking intensely on them, producing more pleasured moans from the huntress. Next, she took two toes at a time into her mouth, sucking on them and pressing her tongue into the gap between them. Each time the tip or side of her tongue touched the sensitive skin between toes, the huntress shivered noticeably in delight.
Niri's nipples had gotten incredibly hard, poking roughly against the cloth of her undershirt, and she could feel dampness in her pants.
It felt so incredibly good to suck on this beautiful elf's cute toes, that she was almost in trance and taken by surprise when the huntress suddenly pulled her feet out of Niri's hands and mouth. When she looked at her, Niri was astonished to see the elf shaking on the ground.
After some moments, the elf stopped squirming, and looked at Niri, bright smile on her face.
"You are really talented Niri!"
Niri smiled, embarrassed, not knowing what to say.

But then the huntress suddenly grabbed her socks, quickly pulling them on, followed by her boots.
"Excuse me, but I really need to take a pee!", she exclaimed. "Do you want to watch?"
"What?", Niri asked her, incredulous.
"I said, do you want to watch me pee?"
Niri's blood rushed to her ears. Who was that woman? First the thing with the feet, now her other secret kink? How could she know this?
"Oh I know you want to! Come on, let's get behind that rock. My cat will keep watching the flag and call if someone comes."
Niri still stood stunned. But the huntress nonchalantly grabbed her by the hand and started walking, pulling the priestess behind her.

When they were out of sight of the path, the huntress hopped out of her boots, and pulled her pants and panties down, revealing a moist, shaven, and incredibly beautiful young cunny. She stepped out of the pants and panties and pulled her boots quickly back on.
Then she first crouched down on the snowy ground and spread her legs, only to lean her upper body back and support herself on her hands, so that Niri had a perfect view of her girly parts. The priestess was still speechless at such a brazen display.
And before she knew it, a thick yellow stream shot out between the huntress pink lips, steaming in the chill air, smelting the snow where it touched it and coloring it bright yellow.
The elf laughed and moved her hips around wildly, spraying her yellow juice everywhere, short of actually hitting Niri, who just stared open-mouthed at the incredibly erotic spectacle.
All the snow in front of the huntress was turning yellow, and it looked so delicious to the priestess who thought sweet hot girly piss to be one of the best things ever.
Niri felt her pussy burn and leak her creamy cum, and was almost sad when the thick yellow stream turned into a thin trickle running down the huntress' thighs and butt cheeks, and finally vanished completely.

"Oooh no, I'm so stupid!", the huntress intoned suddenly.
"What?", Niri questioned her.
"Well, I pissed, and made a mess on my legs at that, and I have no toilet paper! And there are no leaves around here to use either!"
"Oh", Niri said, mentally rummaging though her bags, trying to remember if she had any useable paper.
"Can I use your tongue?"
Niri's breath halted. She thought she had misheard the huntress.
"What?"
The huntress chuckled.
"You certainly say that a lot. I was asking if I could use your tongue as my toilet paper."
Niri just continued to stare open-mouthed at the huntress. Had she really just said that?
This was so dirty. No sane person would ever ask a stranger something like this.
But it was just like the huntress knew her innermost desires, for young Niri's heart was beating in excitement.
"Please Niri, be my toilet paper. Clean me from my piss."

It was absolutely unreal. But the priestess desired nothing more than a taste of the gorgeous, mysterious huntress' hot piss right now.
Slowly, trying to steady her ragged breath, she walked over to the huntress. She kneeled between the elf's legs, in the midst of the yellow snow there, not caring that her white robe would surely take on some of that color now, secretly even liking the idea of carrying the girl's yellow wetness on her clothes.
Once she had kneeled down, the warmth and heady aroma of the golden elixir reached her nose and made her groan.
Like a starved tiger she dove between the huntress' legs and ran her tongue over her heavenly folds, collecting the fruity tasting pee, eagerly swallowing it down. The taste and smell were intoxicating.
And to do something like this with such a beautiful stranger gave her such an immense rush, the forbiddenness of their act turning her on like nothing else.
Eagerly she lapped at the huntress' womanhood and her thighs, collecting the yellow deliciousness that was still hot on the woman's warm skin.
It was so good, she didn't want to let a single drop go to waste.

She chuckled when she thought how this scene must look now, she, in her ornate priestly robe and with her innocent face, kneeling on yellow snow between another elf's thighs and licking the piss from her cunny like a hungry kitten getting her milk.

But her chuckling quickly ceased when she heard a sound from behind her, and turned her head only to see someone standing there, staring at the two women.
She forgot to breathe, her heart almost coming to a stop.
Then she jumped up, cheeks flushed red, stammering senseless words, embarrassed like never before.

"What in Elune's name are you doing there?", the newcomer asked. She was a draenei, shamanic orbs of energy magically circling around her body.
Niri was still not able to say any coherent words, the feeling of guilt and being caught threatening to make her run away in shame.
"What are you doing here? Who are you?", the draenei asked, looking from her to the huntress.

Then the huntress answered. Niri was stunned to see that the other elf seemed to not care at all about being discovered. She was still in her position with legs spread wide and pussy glistening wetly, now only from Niri's saliva.

"She was only helping me. I had to pee but I had no toilet paper, so I used her to clean me up.", she said matter-of-factly.
"You used her to clean up your piss? Did her tongue make good toilet paper?", the draenei asked, equally matter-of-factly, no trace of disgust or even real surprise in her voice. Niri didn't understand the world anymore.

Then the draenei walked nearer to them, coming to a standstill in front of Niri, who still hadn't said a single word.
"What's your name, cutie?", she asked.
Had that draenei just called her cutie?
"Um..Niri..", she stammered.
Looking her over, Niri found that the draenei was incredibly beautiful as well, even in her alien way.
Looking at the draenei's face, she saw that the woman was gazing at her lustfully.

"So, did you like being the elf's toilet paper?"
Niri was again lost for words, but nodded. After all, she had absolutely loved it. And she rather admitted she loved it, than tell this gorgeous blue woman that she didn't, which would imply that the huntress had somehow forced or blackmailed her into doing it, which seemed to be even more embarrassing than the situation as it was.

"Hmm a cute little elf who loves playing toilet paper. Would you like to play something even better? Pretend to be something different?"
Niri wanted to shake her head, still so ashamed. But there was something in this woman's voice and her look, something so alluring, so promising, so incredibly arousing.
The words that finally left her mouth were "Yes, please".
The draenei smiled and nodded at her.

"You played the elf's toilet paper. Now play my toilet."
Almost as if her body was controlled by someone else, Niri kneeled down, sitting her butt on her heels, and opened her mouth, eyeing the draenei expectantly.
She felt so incredibly aroused. This strange woman, whom she'd never met before, would use her as her toilet now, would use her mouth as a receptacle for all her delicious piss. It was too good to be true for the kinky young elf.

She watched the draenei undress. Despite the cold, she pulled of every piece of clothing from her blue skinned body, revealing luscious blue orbs with hard dark blue nipples, and blue shaven cunny lips below a flat belly and above juicy thighs.
When she stepped nearer to Niri, her body heat and odor enveloped the elf. She smelled incredibly good, so womanly and desirable.
When the draenei's pussy was mere inches away from her, Niri angled her head upwards and opened her mouth as wide as she could, earning a chuckle from the draenei.
"You're really eager to drink my hot piss, aren't you?"
Niri nodded her head.
Then she saw the draenei spread her lips with two fingers, revealing pink-blue flesh. The priestess could see the draenei's tiny peehole, which suddenly began to widen. Then a stream of pee left it, landing directly in Niri's open mouth.
When the piss hit her tongue, it was like a hit of drugs must feel like, she thought.
The fresh, hot bitter sweetness of it enveloped her senses and made her mind go blank with desire.
The draenei stopped her stream, and Niri quickly used the opportunity to swallow the woman's sweet nectar.
She opened her mouth again wide, and again the shaman pissed into it, filling her with her hot urine.
When her gaping mouth was full, the woman stopped again, giving Niri the chance to swallow all she had given.
"Mhmm you're a good little toilet. Swallowing all that dirty piss I give you!"
"Piss in her mouth again!", she heard the groaning voice of the elf, who sounded as if she was very short of breath, masturbating to the little show.

The dirty talk entering Niri's ear seemingly being transformed into heat that spread through her body and aroused her even more, she herself wanted to join in now.
"Yes I'm your little toilet, your dirty little pisspot! Pee in my mouth and make me drink it all your golden piss! Give me your hot yellow urine!"
She opened her mouth again wide, and received her gift, the heady liquid rolling over her tongue and down her throat. Now she was swallowing with her mouth open, eager to receive a never ending stream of hot piss.

The draenei's pee stream finally subsided and Niri licked her lips, savoring every drop of the delicious liquid.
"Your pee tastes so good!", she said dreamily.
"You want some more hot piss?", she heard her ask, and nodded eagerly.
"I think you'll get some", she heard the draenei say, and looked in the way the draenei was looking with a smirk on her face.

Niri's heartbeat shot up again when she saw about 5 women coming around the corner, one more beautiful than the other.
"Here! Over here! Here's the toilet!"
Niri's eyes went wide. But her incredulousness was quickly crushed by the heat between her loins. Everything until now had been incredibly crazy, and it was just continuing. But she didn't care. Rational thoughts had no more place in her mind, her arousal was the only thing commanding her now.
And the thought of being used as a group toilet by all these women coming towards her now was so utterly hot, she couldn't find other words to express herself than "Goddess!"

The first of the group, looking lustily at her, asked the draenei, "This one is the toilet? So we can all piss all over her?"
"Yes, but make sure you'll piss enough into her mouth, she loves drinking it!"
"Oooh I like her! Nothing better than a little toilet who loves drinking my hot piss!"

Niri watched the women undress and crowd around her.
When they seemed ready, she just opened her mouth and laid her head back.
Within moments she felt a hot stream of piss enter her waiting mouth, the aroma so incredibly good she swallowed it immediately, keeping her mouth wide open.
At the same time she felt wet warmth spreading over her head.
One of the women behind her was obviously pissing onto her hair. She smiled. She hoped her white hair would be turned deep yellow by the administrations of all these hot women.

Still receiving one hot stream of urine directly into her mouth, she felt more hot liquid splash against different parts of her body. It was an incredibly sexy, hot shower.

When suddenly one of the women said something she didn't hear, since the piss splashing into her full mouth was so loud, all the hot streams stopped.
She swallowed the mouthful of urine and looked down her body.
Her eyes gleamed when she noticed that the women must all have incredibly yellow piss. Her dress had long yellow spots, the strands of hair hanging in front of her shoulders where drenched in yellow liquid, and the snow all around her was shining bright yellow, too.

"Lie down", she heard someone say, and immediately complied.
Lying down on her back, she looked happily upwards when all the women, including the huntress and the draenei, crowded around her.
Keeping her eyes wide open, she said, "Piss on me! Let me be your group toilet and piss on me all at the same time! Let me drink all your hot yellow piss!", and opened her mouth wide again.
The women all smiled at her, and started peeing.

Three of them, who were standing nearest her head, all angled their streams into her mouth.
It was heaven. She was given more piss then she could swallow, and her mouth rapidly filled with deep yellow liquid and flowed over, the golden honey flowing all over her face, her ears, her neck and hair.
Meanwhile, the other girls were showering the rest of her body, making sure to drench every little spot of her long white robe in their stark yellow piss.

And still the piss in her mouth was coming, three thick, hot streams keeping her filled, allowing her to swallow almost without pause, drinking what felt like liters of the precious elixir.
Finally the fire from her loins, fueled by the hot piss streams splashing against her body and down her throat, exploded like fireworks all through her body, making her gurgle hot piss when her throat tried to scream in pleasure, and her whole body squirmed and shuddered.
Wave after wave of her climax washed over her, as unrelenting as the hot streams of urine covering her like yellow waterfalls, seemingly never-ending.
Even when her orgasm had subsided after what seemed like minutes, the girls were still pissing on her, and still she was swallowing their hot urine.
A part of her wondered how it was all possible, for it felt like she must have drunken dozens of liters of tasty piss by now, but neither did she feel full, nor were the girls' bladders empty. But the bigger part of her brain just relished in the heavenly feeling of being showered in piss and drinking liters of it, wanting it to never stop.

But like all things, it finally stopped. The yellow streams became trickles and vanished, and, for the first time in many
minutes, her mouth was empty after she swallowed.
Licking her lips, she collected the last hot drops of her ambrosia on her tongue.

Only now she noticed how terribly exhausted she was. She had drunken so much, and the violent orgasm had taken the rest of her energy.
Moving her head around, she saw that she wasn't lying on the snowy surface anymore, but instead was in a hole more than a foot deep, the snow molten by the relentless assault of hot girl piss.
And everything was yellow. Her robe was sodden with yellow piss, not a white spot left on it. Her hair was clinging to her head and body, white turned to yellow strands. And all around her yellow frothy snow. It was simply beautiful to her.
And she felt so beautiful. All these gorgeous, sexy women had chosen her to be their toilet. They had all gifted her with the precious liquid of their hot bodies.
They had given her their sweet piss to drink by the liter and completely covered her in it.
It was simply the best feeling she had ever had.

She wondered where all the women had gone, but wasn't ready yet to leave her yellow snow hole. It simply felt too good to loll around in the piss drenched snow.
And it was still so beautifully warm. She closed her eyes and sighed.
She felt so good, so utterly relaxed and content, that the next words harshly jarred her peace.

"Ho, lass, we're here! Thanks to ye for guarding tha graveyard! Ye can go back to the frontlines now, elf!"
She opened her eyes. A stubby dwarf was waving at her. Behind him, others of his kind were hoisting the Alliance flag on the flagpole she had guarded.
Standing up, she realized she was still in her hiding place from where she had 'guarded' the flagpole. And she was still alone, save the dwarfs, while the snow all around her was as white as ever.