Darnassian Champagne Chapter 3 - Suprise Drink

Still exhausted from her orgasm, Zidari was lying on the floor, the sweet aftertaste of her pee still in her mouth. She dreamily licked her lips.
Then she suddenly shot bolt upright, all tiredness forgotten and her thoughts whirling with ideas and possibilities.
She had completely forgotten what day it was, and only now remembered that her lover, Niraleth, would finally come home today!

Zidari and Niraleth had known each other since childhood, growing up together as best friends. When they both had blossomed into young women, they had started experimenting together. They had both shared their first kiss with each other. And later on they had both discovered that they were lesbians together, when their 'show me yours and I'll show you mine' games had first evolved into 'touch mine and I'll touch yours' and eventually into 'lick and finger all my holes and I'll lick and finger yours'. Zidari had to giggle thinking about it.
It had started so innocently years ago, just careful closemouthed kisses on the cheeks. But after some years had passed, they were often busy shoving their soft tongues into each other's tight little assholes.
Zidari sighed. She missed Niraleth. Ever since the young elf had started her mage training, she often had to leave for days, sometimes even weeks at a time now for her studies in other cities.
This was hard on them both, since it was not only their sexuality they had discovered together and were constantly living out, but also their love. Every day without Niraleth was a drag. Zidari wondered how she would survive if she couldn't at least masturbate daily, most of the times thinking about Niraleth.
'Curse finally allowing us elves to become mages, but keeping all the arcane libraries in the human cities', Zidari thought.

But today Niraleth would finally return after being gone for the better part of a week.
And Zidari was looking very much forward to introducing her lover to her new kink. She thought about a good way to do this. And preferably a 'mean' way. She grinned at the thought.
She had always been the more experimenting one of the pair, and loved just suddenly doing something new to Niraleth, who had always been slightly submissive and liked it when Zidari took the initiative.
Zidari fondly remembered the day after her own discovery of anal stimulation. She had lovingly licked Niraleth's pussy, and then, without announcement, pushed her index finger deep into the girl's little asshole.
Niraleth had screamed, but quickly began moaning. Later she had told Zidari how good it had been. Ever since that day they had both loved anal, giving and receiving.

It didn't take Zidari long to come up with a plan of getting Niraleth to drink her piss. She just hoped that her lover would share her new kink and not be disgusted by it. But then, until now Niraleth had always loved everything Zidari had come up with.
Still, the young rogue was nervously getting dressed and waiting for Niraleth to arrive.

When, shortly before noon, Zidari finally heard the door to their little house open, she ran towards her lover and threw her arms around her, kissing her.
Niraleth returned the kiss. "I missed you too, my love", she said when they broke their kiss and stared into each other's eyes.

Then Niraleth frowned. "What happened? You are planning something!"
'Elune,', Zidari thought, 'she knows me too well'.
"Nothing. Just so happy to see you.", she replied, trying to keep her face calm.
"That doesn't work on me, Zi! You're up to something, I know it!", the slender elf told her with a spark in her eyes.
"Come on, tell me!"
"Well.. It's just.. I discovered something new. Something.. great. But later. Come on in now, I'll get us something to drink!"
Niraleth eyed her with suspicion, but finally, with an exasperated sigh, went into their bedroom to change and stow her travel bags.

Meanwhile, Zidari went into the kitchen, closing and locking the door behind her, trying to be as quite as possible so Niraleth wouldn't hear anything and suspect something.

Then she took two big drinking glasses from the cupboard.
Her heart was already racing again from the excitement of the dirty thing she was about to do.
Dropping her cotton pants and silk panties to her ankles, she held one of the glasses between her legs and started pissing into it, sighing in pleasure from the relief.
When it was full, she put it on the counter, and her mouth watered just looking at it.
Bringing the second glass to her pussy, she again started peeing. She was happy to see that she had drunken enough to be able to fill both glasses to the brim.
Thirstily eyeing the glasses full of her hot piss, a realization struck her. The color of the precious liquid was bright yellow. A yellow that she wouldn't be able to explain away as being apple juice or something similar.
She cursed. Niraleth would probably know what it was when she saw the color and not drink it. She had to improvise.

Leaving both glasses on the counter, she left the kitchen, carefully closing the door behind her.
She found Niraleth in the living room, dressed in a blue dress that was of such thin cloth that her dark bra and panties shimmered through the fabric. Her mouth watered again, looking at her beautiful lover.
Niraleth languidly stretched her arms. "Like what you see?", she asked Zidari with a sly look.
"So very much..", she breathed, but then remembered her plan and snapped out of the almost-trance Niraleth had managed to induce so easily with her perfect little elven body.

"I made us drinks!", she announced.
"That's nice. So.. where are they?", Niraleth giggled.
"Well its a surprise. I only discovered.. this drink today, and it's totally awesome! But I need to blindfold you!", she ran off, looking for a reasonably thick piece of cloth. When she returned with a black silk scarf, Niraleth raised her brows.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm blindfolding you!", she answered with a bright smile.
"Yes, no, I mean, why would you blindfold me? Just so I cannot see what you're giving me to drink? You're up to something! Admit it!"
"No, no, it's just that it's.. it's better when you don't see it. You know, so you can focus more on your sense of taste..", she stuttered, realizing that she hadn't fully thought her plan through.
"If I wanted that I could just close my eyes.. no, no, you're up to something bad! Oh no, I know it! You've been to that terrible goblin alchemist again while I was away!"

Zidari chuckled, remembering the time when she had bought a 'love potion' from a goblin who promised her that sharing the potion with a lover would make for an unforgettable night. Well, technically he hadn't lied. The night had been unforgettable indeed. Unfortunately, as she had later found out, the actual effect of the potion, which was mainly marketed at dwarfs, was intended to make ugly dwarf women look like pretty elves. So when the elves had drunken the potion and looked at each other, the effect had been pretty much reversed, making them look like short, hairy dwarfs to each other. That had pretty much killed the mood for some hours until the effect had finally worn off. Still, it was a funny memory.

She laughed. "No, no, my love, I promise you it's nothing like that! In fact.. in fact I made it myself. All by myself. Just for you! I just don't know if you like the taste.. and the look.. as much as I do, so I want you to drink it while blindfolded. Please.", she used her best kitten-look at Niraleth, who finally sighed and turned her back towards Zidari, so the elf could blindfold her and tie the cloth behind her head, which she promptly did.

After she had helped the now blind Niraleth sit down, she hurried into the kitchen, giddy and excited. Quickly she returned with the two glasses filled with her hot urine.
"All right, extend your hand!", she instructed. Then she carefully handed one of the glasses to the elf. When Niraleth touched the glass, she immediately withdrew her hand. "It's hot!", she exclaimed.
"Only warm. No need to worry, it won't burn you.", Zidari reassured her.

Niraleth grabbed the glass and held it carefully between both hands.
"What is it?", she asked.
"Its no surprise if I tell you now, is it?", Zidari giggled. "I'll tell you afterwards, I promise."

She eyed her lover intently as the elf held her glass under her nose.
"Hm smells somehow familiar, but I can't place it. And it's so warm. Is it fruit tee?"
But Zidari said nothing, just watching the elf as she finally brought the glass full of Zidari's hot yellow piss to her lips.
It was immensely arousing, and Zidari could feel her panties dampen at the sight.
When a bit of the hot yellow fluid was visible entering Niraleth's mouth, Zidari's pussy was burning again.
"Tastes.. hmm.. I'm not sure. Are you sure you mixed this correctly? It's somehow both sweet and salty."
She drank some more, Zidari's eyes transfixed to the spectacle.
"But I think I like it", she said, and Zidari felt relieved. Having to explain to her lover that she had just made her drink her own piss would be a lot easier if she wasn't revolted by the taste.
She watched Niraleth swallow down mouthfuls of her piss, and it made her almost crazy with arousal.
"I think I really like it!", Niraleth said and was gulping down the rest of the yellow urine.
She emptied the whole glass and made a satisfied noise.
"That was good. Thank you darling. Now will you tell me what it was?"

Zidari swallowed.
"Umm well.. ah.. well, it was my pee.."
"What do you mean, your pee?"
"Uuhh just what I said.. it was my pee. Piss. Urine."
Niraleth yanked the blindfold from her head and stared at Zidari incredulously.
"You can't be serious!", she started, but then her gaze went to Zidari's still full glass of pee and she became silent.
Looking from the glass to Zidari and back, she finally grabbed the glass and took a swig of its unmistakable yellow contents to make sure it was the same stuff she had just drunken.

She stared at Zidari, who didn't even dare to breathe at this moment.
"I can't believe you made me drink your.. your dirty yellow piss! That's definitely the most perverted... nastiest... craziest... kinkiest... and.. help me Elune... somehow hottest thing you've ever made me do! This is incredible. It tasted so good! Why did it taste so good? I can't believe that piss tastes like this! This is.. I.. just can't believe it!". She shook her head exasperatedly.
Then, to the relieved Zidari's delight, she brought the glass with piss again to her lips and drank.
"This is so incredible. This really is your pee? You didn't put anything else in there?"
Zidari nodded.
Niraleth laughed exasperatedly. "I can't believe I just drank your piss. It's so incredible. But... did you.. drink it too? Or was I the first to taste it?"
"Oh no, I told you I discovered it myself today and found it to be so great that I had to share it with you. And you can't believe how happy I am that you like it!"
She quickly took the glass from Niraleth and gulped the rest of her still hot piss down with a smile.
Then she proceeded to tell Niraleth in detail just how she had discovered this new kink, and described to her exactly what she had done this morning.
Niraleth was just watching her awestruck the whole time.

When Zidari had finished telling Niraleth everything, a wide grin spread over the mage's face.
"Zi, love, I think now's the time to tell you that I have a little surprise, too. Although it's nothing like yours!", she giggled, "My masters have to attend some meeting in Outland, which means I don't have to be anywhere or do anything until they return in a week."
Zidari became ecstatic. "You mean we have a whole week just for.. us?"
"A whole week for us.. a whole week for.. experimenting..", she grinned.
"Did I tell you already how incredibly great you are?", Zidari asked with a wide grin of her own.
"I love you too darling.", Niraleth replied with a smile.

Zidari's grin turned to a smirk.
"Show me how much you love me. Piss for me."
She pushed the two empty glasses towards the elf.
Niraleth's eyes went wide in surprise.
"Oh Elune, this is so crazy!", she said, her tone exasperated.
"But I drank it, didn't I? I guess that was even more crazy then just peeing myself". She smirked.
"Should I do it right here?"
Zidari nodded.

Transfixed on what she was about to do, Niraleth quickly undressed, causing Zidari to groan when she saw the huge dark wet spot on Niraleth's panties.
"Give me those!", Zidari commanded her, and the mage, used to be somewhat submissive and follow Zidari's commands when they were playing, instantly complied, dropping her panties, stepping out of them, and handing them over to her lover.
Zidari took the panties and held them in front of her face, inhaling deeply. She absolutely loved the sweet musk of the pretty elf.
Then she turned them around and looked for the wet spot in the crotch. Once she had found it, she began eagerly licking it. It turned her on so much. And it was like foreplay now. First lick her lover's pussy cream from her wet panties, and then she'd drink her piss. Zidari shivered in excitement.
Once the panties were only wet with her saliva and all cream gone, she told Niraleth again to pee.

The mage separated her feet and bent her knees a bit, to get in a position that allowed her to hold one of the glasses below her. Then her face became strained when she tried to pee.
"This is difficult when you're watching", she finally said.
"Please try. It would be so hot to watch you do it", Zidari spurned her on, and Niraleth again began concentrating deeply.
Finally some drops of liquid started dropping from her pink cunny lips and fell into the glass.
Niraleth giggled, but Zidari groaned at the erotic sight, that became even more intense when the mage's trickle turned into a powerful stream.
And, to Zidari's delight, her lover obviously hadn't relieved herself for quite a while, since the liquid accumulating in the drinking glass was a wonderfully erotic deep yellow.
"That looks soooo good", she breathed, earning a shy smile from her lover.

After a few more moments the glass was full.
Niraleth brought the glass up, eyeing it proudly.
But Zidari surprised her by suddenly snatching the glass from her hands, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply.
Now it was Niraleth who was eyeing her lustfully, her arousal visible only through her stiff nipples, since it was impossible to tell how much of the wetness between the girl's legs was piss and how much of it was her girlcum.

Zidari was about to drink deeply of her lover's piss, when she had an idea.
"Talk dirty to me!", she instructed her lover.
"Uuh.. what do you want me to say?", the elf questioned her.
"Just tell me what to do!", Zidari grinned at her.
A grin spread over the mage's face.
"Uuh I understand. Yes! Drink my piss Zi! Drink my hot, dirty, yellow piss! Drink it all down! Swallow my hot urine!"
Zidari groaned and drank. She took a whole mouthful of the golden girly juice and swallowed it.
It tasted even better than her own, even more sweet and fruity, and she quickly told her lover so.
"Well, let me try it!", Niraleth answered, extending her hand to take the glass from Zidari.

"Yes, drink that dirty piss! Swallow all that hot, yellow pee, my little pissslut!", Zidari began, but had to stop and laugh at the absurdity of what she was saying. It was so arousing but so funny at the same time.
Niraleth gave a cute laugh, too, then she brought the glass to her lips, and quickly all of the yellow liquid vanished in her mouth and down her throat.

The very moment she brought the glass down from her lips with a bright smile on her face, Zidari was already next to her, grabbing at the elf's head and drawing her in for a long kiss. Her tongue quickly shot into her lover's mouth, and she moaned when she could taste her piss in it.
Niraleth did the same, her tongue deeply exploring Zidari's mouth, and they kept french kissing until there was no taste of pee anymore, and continued for some more minutes.


When they, both out of breath, broke their kiss, it was Niraleth, who said, "Yes, we'll have to do a lot of experimenting!", making Zidari smile brightly and kiss the beautiful elf again.

Darnassian Champagne Chapter 2 - Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Zidari's gaze went to the mirror on the wall. She grinned when she saw her reflection, post-orgasm afterglow visible on her face and in her eyes. When she saw her teeth exposed by her grin, they had a faint yellow sheen.
Instantly she got aroused again, realizing that it were the remnants of the piss she had drunken coloring her fangs.
Her grin grew even wider when she noticed that her bladder was still full, having released only a part of its contents when she had watered her hand.

She decided that she wanted to watch herself pee now.
First she got rid of her nightgown, once again admiring the soft curves of her body in the mirror.
Then she placed her pisspot on the floor in front of the mirror and stood above it. The shaven mound between her legs, and her inner thighs, were shimmering, wet with remnants of her pee and the thin liquid her arousal made her pussy leak.
She squatted over the pot and spread her legs as wide as her flexibility allowed, exposing her pink girly parts to her view. Then she began to pee.
It looked simply beautiful. Even more so when she used her fingers to spread her lips apart, exposing the tiny source of her arcing peestream, which shimmered slightly yellow in the morning light before vanishing in the pot.
Also, for the first time in her life, she noticed the sounds that accompanied her tinkle.
A soft whizzing sound where her stream left her peehole, and a louder splashing sound where it hit the liquid in the pisspot. Somehow those sounds started to sound increasingly erotic to the elf.

Stopping herself, still feeling pressure in her bladder but not yet wanting to empty herself completely of the precious golden liquid, she sat back and stared at her reflection.
She could see yellow drops of pee running down the pink flesh of her spread pussy in the mirror.
Languidly she ran a slender finger through her pink folds, collecting the sweet nectar. Then, still watching her mirror image, she brought the finger to her lips and licked it clean. She moaned softly, it was so good.
Then she looked at her nightpot, a smile spreading over her face when she saw its deep yellow contents, traces of foam swimming in it. Her mouth watered, it looked so delicious.
Quickly she grabbed the pisspot and brought it to her lips. Tilting it, the hot liquid quickly splashed against her lips and she filled her mouth with her tasty urine. Bringing the pot down somewhat, so she could again watch herself in the mirror, she swallowed the mouthful of pee down. Again, she couldn't believe how good it tasted, and how it set her pussy on fire.
Only the image in the mirror was lacking somewhat to the slightly narcissistic elf.
She jumped up and went to her kitchen, returning with a drinking cup made of clear, translucent glass.
Then she poured the piss from her nightpot into the cup and sat down in front of the mirror again.
Satisfied, she could see herself with the stark yellow liquid in her glass trough the mirror.
Bringing the cup to her lips, her eyes darted between the actual contents of the cup, and the image of herself pouring yellow piss down her throat. It looked and felt so dirty, she had trouble keeping herself from starting to rub her clit and make herself climax again right then and there. A moan escaped her throat after she had swallowed.

And, with the cup now empty of the golden juice, a new idea had already formed in her dirty mind.
She set the cup and pot aside and went to the mirror, to lift it from the nail in the wall it was hanging on, and placed it on the floor.
Standing over it with spread legs, she admired the view of her wet pussy in it. Squatting down, the view became even better, when her lips were spread apart together with her legs, exposing the sweet pink inner flesh of her vagina.
Then she once more proceeded to pee, directly on the smooth surface of the mirror. She watched her own reflection tint yellow and ripple as the liquid began to cover the mirror.
This time she completely emptied herself, the liquid held back by the thick wooden frame of the mirror.
When she was finished, the entire surface of the mirror was under water. It looked beautiful, like a yellow mirror, only traces of the froth created by tiny bubbles swimming on the liquid hinting at the truth.

Zidari traced a finger through the fresh, hot liquid, watching how the line she drew was quickly filled again behind her fingertip.
She brought the wet finger to her lips, sucking on it with a sigh.
Then she kneeled in front of the mirror, her head above it, and drew a line with her tongue through the piss covering its surface, watching her reflection through the yellow liquid.
It tasted so good, and she wanted more and more, quickly beginning to lap at the piss like a cat at her milk.

But then an even better idea crossed her mind.
She sat down on her butt in front of her mirror, and put her naked feet on its wet surface. Again she sighed. The warmth of the liquid felt wonderful on her soles.
Then she raised her foot and grabbed it by the ankle, bringing it to her face.
More fire shot through her crotch.
She had always loved her feet, and one of the things she liked most about them was how the skin of her heels and pads was a slightly darker shade of pink, while the skin of her arches, between heels and pads, was so beautifully milky white. But now it was shimmering yellow from her pee. It was so arousing, she couldn't hold herself back and started licking at her sole.
Relishing the taste of her sweet piss, she completely cleaned her sole with her tongue, then she started sucking her toes between her lips, flicking her tongue around them and into the gaps between them, teasing the warm, soft, and extremely sensitive skin while collecting every last drop of pee from it.

The young elf was in heaven, licking her pissy foot, and dunked it into the hot liquid once more when it was clean, only to start the procedure over, licking and sucking her hot yellow piss from it.
Switching from one foot to the other, only to repeat the whole thing again, she completely lost time, until she noticed that the mirror's surface wasn't completely covered in piss anymore.
Tilting the mirror, she poured the remainder of her honey into her cup.
She drank most of it, but left one final little bit of pee in the cup.

Holding her foot again to her head with one hand, she used the other to pour the final drops of pee onto her sole.
Then, while running her tongue over the whole length of her sole, licking up the sweet yellow piss on it, she rubbed her little clit with her free hand. And mere moments after she had swallowed the final drops of her urine after licking them from her sole, the rush of a beautiful orgasm washed over and through her, making her moan in pleasure with a happy expression on her face while she let herself slide to a lying position on the floor, the final waves of her climax sending sweet shudders through her body.

Darnassian Champagne Chapter 1 - First Taste

Zidari was pacing through the bedroom, restless.
She didn't know what to think or do, it felt all so strange.
But the forbidden idea in her mind gradually took shape nonetheless.
Coming to a stop in front of the mirror adorning the otherwise bleak westward wall of her room she stared at her reflection.
Her eyes, sweet and innocent, but cunning, looked back at her, gleaming with energy.
Her gaze drifted downwards. She almost felt guilty, thinking herself some kind of narcissist, when she looked at the swell of her breasts beneath the thin white shirt she was wearing and saw the distinct little nubs of her hard nipples press against the cloth and felt them become even harder, aching for touch.
Her breasts were small but perky, her young rogue's body fit and slender, her legs long and creamy skinned. There was no excess fat on her body, and her muscles were finely honed. Her face was cute and her bum was shapely. She loved her body. She had no problem admitting that. She loved every part of it, and many parts not just in the platonic sense that meant she was proud of them. Oh no.
Her 'naughty bits', as she called them, were not just things to be proud of. They were things to tease. Things to touch. Things to play with.
She loved playing with her boobies, flicking fingers against her nipples or twisting them. It felt so wonderful. Rubbing her breasts, massaging them, trailing her fingers softly over their skin. She could understand why all men seemed to be so fond of breasts, and couldn't understand why society's standards insisted on hiding them behind clothing. Did other women not love playing with theirs, or having someone else play with them as much as she did?
But then again, her boobies were not the only things she regularly had fun with.
She loved her feet. Running barefoot through the grass or over sand had always felt wonderful when she was a kid. But when she had grown to a woman, she had discovered ways to gain much more pleasure from her feet.
With her nightelven flexibility she had no trouble at all getting her feet to her face and licking them. She could just sit somewhere and lick on her soles and suck on her toes and the pleasure would make her forget everything around her. Sometimes she even managed to bring herself to climax with her tongue alone, lapping over her soles or playing between her toes.

But most of all she loved her little holes. And she was so happy to have two of them.
Long ago she had discovered the joy her little cunny brought her. She would shove a finger or two deep inside, or rub her little clit. And she loved to stuff things inside.
Which was also true for her second, even tighter little hole which she had discovered only recently. Not that she hadn't known it was there, but she'd never imagined how much pleasure it was able to give until one evening, when she had been alone and playing with a carrot that had been supposed to end up in her supper later.
She had pushed it in and out of her little pussy with speed, and accidentally pulled it out completely one time before shoving it back in. Only that when shoving it back in she had missed the spot, and inadvertently shoved it into her tight asshole.
It had hurt at first, but quickly began to feel extremely good.
From that day on, she had played with her butthole as much as with her pussy.

She regularly challenged herself with the size of things or the amount of things she would push into her little holes.
Yes, she truly loved playing with her orifices. And she truly loved her body. Its soft curves and her velvety skin. The feel of it below her hands and its look in the mirror.
But did she love her body enough to go through with the idea forming in her head now?
She had never even thought of the possibility, but now she could think of nothing else.
Wanted to do nothing else.

It had been the night before when the spark had been set in her mind.
In the evening hours she had practiced her stealth and sneaking skills in the city, as she had done often in the past few months since she had decided to become a rogue.
She would stealth through the streets of Darnassus and try to move as close to people as possible without being noticed. She simply thought that it would be much safer to practice becoming a rogue this way than to do it in an enemy city were being discovered would lead to a bad fate.
So she had become quite good a stealther and challenged herself to more and more daring things. She would try to come into touching distance of city guards. She would try to slip her hand into the pockets of unsuspecting people, or snatch an apple from a fruit seller.
Finally she started entering houses through open windows. She didn't steal anything of course. Not in her own city. But she reckoned that it would be good practice for later, and she became increasingly good at it.
Her most difficult achievements were breaking into houses while people were inside.
Last night, she had done exactly this. She had heard voices inside a house and seen light, but a window in an empty room had been open. So she had slipped inside, remained there for a few moments, and was already about to leave when she had somehow felt compelled to investigate the giggling coming from the other room.

And then she had seen something she hadn't expected at all.
Looking through the large keyhole in the door to the house's main room she saw three nightelves and a draenei with a bottle between them. When she looked more carefully at them, she saw that the draenei was sitting there without pants or anything else hiding her glistening pussy from view. She had halted her breath. Then, over the coming minutes, the girls, young and enormously beautiful each, had gradually undressed and, to Zidari's amazement, two of the elves had even licked each others feet.
During the show Zidari had become increasingly wet and aroused. When it had become too much for her, she had once again started towards the window to leave and quickly run home to take care of her itching pussy, when a thrilling idea had formed in her head.
Remaining in the dark room, she quickly brought one hand under her shirt to pinch her nipple, while the other slid into her pants.
Masturbating in some stranger's house was by far the most daring thing she had ever done, but it gave her an immense thrill, and she decided that she would often repeat this from now on. Slipping into someone else's house and masturbating there. Now that was quite something for the little rogue.

Once she had finished, barely able to stifle her moans, she couldn't keep herself from looking one last time through the keyhole before vanishing into the night. At least that was what she had intended to do. One quick look and then leave.
But once she witnessed what the girls in the other room did, all plans were erased from her mind.
Because right when she looked through the peephole, she could see one of the elves pissing into a glass.
She had so often looked at her own naked body in the mirror, often played with herself in front of it, looked at her gaping holes in it, but she had never thought of peeing in front of it.
Such a thought never had entered her mind. But watching this beautiful elf, who reminded her of her own lover, do it, was strangely erotic to the young rogue.

But what came next almost shattered the young girl's mind.
The elf who had pissed into the glass was bringing it to her lips and started drinking her bright yellow urine.
Zidari couldn't believe her eyes. A part of her reviled in disgust, but another part made her unable to look away from the perverse display. And then she felt a familiar burn in the lower parts of her body, the warmth of sexual arousal spreading through her.
Then an other elf girl pissed into a glass, but this one filled it to the brim with her hot yellow liquid.
Zidari couldn't look away.
And as she had foreseen, feared, and hoped at the same time, the girl brought the full glass to her lips and drank all the pee down.
A strange shiver ran down Zidari's spine, and still she couldn't force her gaze away.

Then time lost its meaning and everything became a blur in Zidari's memory. All four women had started pissing onto each other, seeming to be especially fond of getting the yellow urine into their mouths and gulping it down.
The next thing Zidari remembered was suddenly convulsing in an orgasm. Still shivering she had made her way out the window and back to her house, her mind running crazy.
She'd never have thought that anyone would do such a dirty thing as drink piss, but there they were, four gorgeous women so obviously enjoying, no, absolutely loving to drink the yellow stuff. And she herself had gotten hot and bothered like never before just from watching it. Climaxed even! Without any kind of stimulation. That was unheard of. It was all too much to grasp, and the young elf had gone to bed, forcing her mind clear with meditation techniques she had studied years ago.
But it wouldn't work.
Again and again she saw the pissing and piss drinking women in front of her eyes.
When of them took on her own face she realized that she was dreaming and woke up with a start.
Her entire crotch was wet with her arousal, and it's odor was heavy in the air.
She had gotten up and started pacing.


She sighed. There was no way around it. She simply had to do it. She just had to. A part of her mind was repulsed by the idea, but the stronger part wanted nothing in all the world more right now. She had to taste her piss. She could do nothing but surrender to the urge.

Not wanting to do the dirty thing in the cold outhouse, she drew her night pot from under the bed. She had never used it, never having wanted to actually see what came out of her bladder. But now things had changed.
Her own hot yellow piss. She wanted to see it. Wanted to taste it. To drink it. To bathe herself in it. 'Stop these thoughts!', she commanded herself.
Taking a deep breath, she squatted over the white pot.
Her bladder felt full, but nothing would come. The moment she had thought about what she would do once the stream started, her stomach had started fluttering and her pussy had started tingling.
But too many thoughts whirled through her mind.
What if it tasted as disgusting as she had always assumed it would?
What if it tasted like nothing and would be a huge disappointment, leaving her immense yearning unsatisfied?
And what if it actually tasted good? Would she become a crazy woman who was addicted to urine?
To the small part of her mind that was still sober, none of these possibilities seemed especially good. But her conscious, aroused mind hoped for nothing more than for her piss to taste glorious so she could enjoy it every day.

"Too many thoughts", she thought, and used all her willpower to clear her mind and relax.
She concentrated on releasing her bladder, and after long minutes she finally succeeded. She felt the pressure of the liquid open her tiny peehole and trickle out of it.
Quickly she brought a hand under her pussy. But when the first hot drop of urine touched her skin, all the thoughts shot up in her mind again, and her peestream immediately ceased.
Still, a few tiny drops had accumulated on her finger, albeit too thin to show any color over her skin.
Holding her finger under her nose, she also could not smell anything from the tiny drops.

Taking a deep breath, she struck her tongue out and touched the tip of her finger.
And the moment her tongue came in contact with the drop of pee hanging there, a fire shot from her crotch through her whole body, a fire of arousal as intense as the feeling she had when she finally pushed something deep into her pussy or asshole after teasing her clit until the need to be filled became unbearable.

Quickly she stuck her whole finger into her mouth, sucking on it, her tongue twirling around it, wanting to collect every last little drop of piss.
The tiny drops of urine were composed of too little liquid to have much taste, but the mental aspect of the kinky act made them taste like liquefied pleasure.
But even after she had caught her breath and somewhat stilled her mind from the initial shock and awe, the taste lingering on her tongue was not unpleasant.
It had the same sweetness as her pussycream, which she often licked eagerly from her fingers or the lips of her lover, but with an exciting undertone of saltiness and bitterness, but not enough to make it taste bad.
She had to have more.
Again she concentrated hard until her flow started and quickly held two fingers into the hot stream.
Bringing them up again, she saw happily that some thick drops had accumulated in the ridge between the fingers.
Quickly she shoved them into her mouth, sucking the piss off them.
This time it was even better than the last, as more of the forbidden liquid entered her mouth and stimulated the taste buds on her tongue.
The fire in her crotch burned brighter and she needed to have even more.
When she brought her hand below her once more, she had no problem to start tinkling again. This time she moved her whole hand into the steaming stream, coating it in her hot urine.
When she held it up, it was dripping, and she quickly held it above her open mouth, letting the sweet drops fall onto her tongue. The taste was intoxicating.
When no more drops were falling, she looked at her hand. Seeing the milky skin shimmer with faint yellow made her moan lustfully and shove her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them, then running her tongue over her palm and the back of her hand with long, lustful strokes, until it was cleaned completely.
By now, the taste of her hot urine had become heavenly to her.
Again the small part of her mind was telling her that the gorgeous taste was most likely just an illusion produced by her brain that had quickly learned to associate the sweet tanginess with incredible sexual arousal, but she didn't care. Her piss just tasted so unbelievably good to her, she had no doubts that she would drink it very often from now on. Starting right this moment.

She didn't want to just lick tiny drops of it from her fingers. No, she wanted to really drink it, in large amounts, like those elves she had secretly watched had done.
Then she remembered that she had been squatting over her night pot all the time while peeing on her fingers.
Moving herself a bit backwards, so she could look into the pisspot, she felt her nipples get so stiff they almost hurt, and her pussy leak creamy wetness, when she saw its contents.
The pot was filled about a quarter inch with the pee that had flown over her fingers and landed inside it.
Being her first piss of the day, it was deeply yellow, the color made even more prominent by the white material of the pisspot, reflecting the rays of the early morning light, illuminating the liquid and making it almost glow.
Just watching it made her feel so kinky and caused her pulse to quicken.
She guessed that white, translucent piss wouldn't have so much an effect, since it could be seen as water. But the deep yellow color of her morning piss allowed no doubt as to what it was. This was piss. Her piss. Her deep yellow, hot elven girly piss. And to her it was the most precious liquid to exist. Its taste was only rivaled by sweet pussy cream. But the dirtiness, the kinkiness, the forbiddenness, made it somehow so much more exciting, so much more arousing.

She had to drink it. Now.
Her hands almost shaking from her excitement, she took the pisspot up and brought it to her lips.
This was so dirty. Drinking the contents of her pisspot, filled with her hot yellow pee. She shivered.
And drank.
And climaxed.
When the hot heady liquid had washed over her tongue and filled her mouth, and she had swallowed it all down, the intoxicating taste and her telling herself that she was right now swallowing a mouthful of her own hot piss, so yellow and dirty, it had been too much for her. The fire in her crotch that had burned there since the first drop of pee had touched the tip of her tongue, was suddenly released and rushed through her whole body, engulfing every nerve cell in its flames and she started convulsing, dropping the pot, nonsensical syllables leaving her lips.
It was an incredible orgasm. When its waves had finally stopped roaring through her body, she was panting.

'By Elune, the mind really is the most erogenous organ!', she thought with a crazy grin on her face once she had calmed somewhat down.

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.

Shattrah Happy Hour

Finally. Men. Leanda gave a happy little sigh when she opened the door to the inn and saw that it was filled to the brim, and the patrons were almost all men. And, lucky for her, she thought, they were of the right races. But then again, she had chosen this inn deliberately. It was the 'Burning Ox', famous for the large beef haunch that always roasted over an open fire, and the occasional whole ox turning on the spit on special occasions. For some inexplicable reason, tauren seemed to shun this inn, Leanda thought with a chuckle.
She liked men, but she preferred them furless.

She let her eyes wander over the people in the inn, some already having noticed her, not hiding their glances roaming over her body.
She wondered if they could see the dampness in her pants or her stiff nipples. Or the need in her eyes.
The elven rogue was horny like seldom before and desperately wanted to be used.

This evening, she had been invited by a wizard she'd done business with before, and who knew about both her relative wealth and her love for all things carnal. He'd told her he was hosting a little private show in his Gadgetzan abode. Entry expensive, but he promised that it would be well worth the money. Of course she'd have preferred something were she could participate instead of just being an onlooker, but she had been too long in the boring desert city, and any entertainment would be a reprieve from her dull stay in Gadgetzan, so she had agreed to come.
And the mage hadn't lied.
She was used to watching, and enjoying, a good strip, male or female, and the occasional on-stage fucking in those establishments in the shadier part of most cities, but she hadn't expected anything like the show the mage had arranged.
A sensuous draenei and an innocent looking young nightelf had fucked each other with dildos in all holes like she'd never seen before. They had rammed them into their little assholes and down their throats until they gagged.

The show had made her so unbelievably horny, she'd have loved to jump in and participate, but the rules of the game had been just watching, and nothing more. But once the show was over and the girls had gone, she had practically thrown her clothes off trying to get ravaged by the three males that had watched the show with her, but to her dismay they too had been so riled up by the display that they were worthless to her. The mage had obviously already come during the show, and the other two came before she could even get their pants off.

Angry, she had paid the mage to make her a portal to Shattrah.
But now, looking into the common room of the inn and it's roughly 40 patrons, she was happy. 40 was a much better number than three. Much, much better, in the naughty elf's mind.
Her breath came quicker, just thinking about what was to happen. Or what she hoped would happen. But she was fairly sure that she would get what she wanted. With her gorgeous body, she always got what she wanted.
And now she wanted to get used. Abused even. She liked it rough and dirty. Everyone has pussy-sex, she thought. But what about the other holes? She had two more of them, and they felt so good being violated.
Her thoughts drifted back to what she considered had been the best day of her life. The day of her sexual awakening, of the discovery of her dirty side. When she had learned just how precious those little holes were.

The day had begun bad enough. It would be the night of the spring feast, and she had been looking forward to it for weeks. Especially to the dance. For a chance to dance with her crush, and perhaps something more. She had been pretty young, just another inexperienced nightelf rogue, and it had taken her quite a while to come up with the money for the dress she hoped her crush would like to see on her. Or remove from her, she had secretly hoped. His name was Larandas, and he was tall and handsome and had a charming gleam in his eyes. She was completely infatuated by him and would do anything for him. And she would do anything this night to get at least a dance with him.
She had been waiting since before sunset on the place were the feast would be held, just outside the village, helping set up the decorations and lights. When, once the moon had risen, the music had started to play, and the wine had started to flow, she finally saw him, her heart started to flutter. But when she saw the girl at his side he had brought with him, her hopes were crushed.

Her sex partners before never managed to really satisfy her, always leaving her wanting for something more, something else. She had been sure that tonight, with him, would finally give her what she wanted. But he already had a woman, and she would get nothing. And all the money for the dress was spent in vain.
She was angry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to hit something. She wanted to hurt someone. But in the end she just drowned her anger and disappointment with the world in wine.

Once her mood had lifted somewhat from the alcohol and her eyes didn't bore like daggers into anyone who came near her anymore, she was approached by a young man. She wasn't surprised. With her looks, she was always quickly approached by someone. Just not the one she wanted. She sighed.

He asked her for a dance, and she accepted. She wasn't exactly impressed by him, but she didn't want to spent the whole evening alone with her wineglass either.
He, however, seemed to be quite impressed by her. Not that that surprised her very much, but he made it a bit too obvious by repeatedly brushing her with the erection in his pants while dancing. It was pretty clear that he wanted her, and when he made a move, she let him take her beyond the line of trees at the edge of the feast place.
She was still horny from imagining what she would do with Larandas for most of the day, and the alcohol did the rest, not that she really needed it, never having been shy around the other gender. And she could just imagine that it was her crush who was taking her, she thought, and that would be better than nothing. So she was willing to let him have her, hoping he wouldn't turn out to be as disappointing as her prior experiences, but not really expecting any positive surprises.

He hadn't spoken much before, not even offered his name or asked hers, and he wasn't any more vocal now. Once they were outside hearing range from the party, he just suddenly stopped walking. He wasn't much for foreplay either, ignoring her when she leaned forward for the make-out session before sex she was used to.
Instead he just started unceremoniously tugging on her dress until he had it over her head, and then pulled her panties down.
Before she could say anything, he suddenly shoved her back. With a yelp she fell down on the soft grass, and, still flabbergasted, didn't manage to say anything before a moan escaped her throat, when he threw himself on her, his weight on his hands pressing her arms into the ground and she felt him force his way into her pussy with one deep thrust.
He wasn't terribly big, but she still had expected such an action to hurt, but he slid fully into her with one motion, and all she felt was pleasure.
Being manhandled like this, just getting her clothes ripped off and thrown on the ground by someone whose name she didn't even know, had made her wetter than she'd been aware of, she had barely time to realize, until he started grunting, shoving his cock in and out of her lovehole with abandon, and she couldn't stop moaning.
It took just a few strokes, and a sudden orgasm surprised her. She went stiff and a wave of pleasure washed through her. She'd never come so quick before. The nightelf didn't seem to notice, or to care, and continued his thrusting, and she honestly hoped he wouldn't stop anytime soon, so she would get off again.
When he suddenly pulled out of her she felt a pang of disappointment, but when he said, in a commanding tone, "get on your hands and knees", her blood rushed to her ears and she complied immediately.
She had barely balanced herself on her knees when he pushed deep into her and started thrusting wildly again.

Her eyes unfocused on the grass below her, her moaning changed pace with his thrusting, when his short and quick thrusts turned long and deep. He almost pulled out completely, only to feed his full length into her dripping cunt.
She was lost in pleasure-land, barely registering anything else but the feeling in her pussy, when suddenly her backside exploded in pain. She screamed and lost the strength in her arms, her head landing on the grass.
He had pulled out completely and shoved his cock into her virgin asshole, hilting her completely in one deep thrust.
When the pain had subsided enough to let her eyes focus on him, she saw him looking at her face, his expression unreadable in the pale moonlight.
"Oops, i slipped", he offered, but didn't pull out, his whole cock still embedded balls-deep in her never-used-before little butthole.
Anger flooded through her. "You what?? How can you 'accidentally' impale my ass like this, you .."
But he interrupted her. "Oh come on, you liked it"
Hey eyes went wide. "What?? I never.."
But before she could say another word, he pulled out a few inches, only to grab her hips, and push himself forward, embedding himself again full-length in her rear. The pain wasn't as bad as the first time, but she still yelped and held her breath.
The male however didn't seem to care, and started jackhammering the rogue's little asshole.
She buried her mouth in the grass, muffling her screams, but to her amazement she felt her pussy virtually overflowing with her juices, and her screams turned to loud, uninhibited moans when the initial pain of the violent assfucking subsided and she fully realized the pleasure she got from it.
Each time he stabbed her tight butthole it felt better for her, and she soon found the initial pain well worth the amazing feeling she experienced now. If she had known it felt this good she'd have made some guy fuck her ass long before, she thought. Or wasn't it the assfucking itself that got her so hot, but the way the male did it, just recklessly violating her tight virgin asshole, using her like a fucktoy? Probably it was both of it, and she didn't really care at the moment, she just loved the feeling of getting her asshole drilled like this.

She'd all but forgotten Larandas, or anything else for that matter, when she, still moaning loudly, raised her head higher. She thought she saw something moving in the darkness and focused her eyes on it.
Her eyes went wide with shock for a moment when she saw that it was another male standing there. His trousers were at his ankles, and he had his cock in his hand, violently stroking it, watching her intently.
Her heart beat even faster than before and her breath came quicker. But after a few moments of shock, she somehow found it extremely arousing to be watched like this, getting her tiny ass fucked hard, and she moaned even louder.
But then the male came nearer, and she became rigid for a moment until shaken by the next deep thrust into her asshole, when she realized that the male watching her and stroking himself was her secret obsession, Larandas.
She couldn't believe her eyes, and wondered if he was a hallucination produced by her screaming state of mind, but almost stopped breathing when she heard the male still abusing her tiny asshole call out "Want to join in?"

Larandas hesitated for a moment, but then started hurriedly getting rid of his clothes and walking over to her.
He kneeled in front of her, his huge erection dangling in front of her face, her whole body still bouncing from the brutal jackhammering of her backside, and said "I always wanted to fuck you Leanda".
This time it were her ears she couldn't believe. She hadn't even known that he knew her name. She tried to say something, but couldn't form any words between the moans escaping the depths of her throat, produced by the sensations in her butt from the male fucking her, who had somehow managed to increase his intensity even more. She briefly wondered how he managed to keep going so long and so hard without cumming, but her attention was quickly taken by Larandas' cock whose tip was almost touching her face.
She quickly wrapped her lips around it, the vibrations from her moans making Larandas shiver and grunt.

But then the nightelf abusing her asshole suddenly leaned into her ass with all his weight, shoving her forward in a quick motion which made her push her mouth along the stiff cock in it, shoving it deep into her throat until her nose hit Laranda's stomach.
And at this very moment, Larandas' cock completely embedded in the depths of her throat, and the other male's dick deep in her virgin asshole, she came. It was the most earth-shattering orgasm she'd ever experienced, wave after wave rolling over her, her whole body trembling, the strength fading from her limbs. She would have fallen flat to the ground had she not been impaled on the two cocks.
She gagged hard around Laranda's cock, but still her orgasm went on and on.
After what seemed like an eternity of cumming, she finally gained her senses in time to feel Larandas pull his member from her throat. She gasped heavily for air, choking, but looked at him dreamily, utterly satisfied and happy, drool from the gagging running down her chin, her hair long matted with sweat from the reckless fucking.
It was too much for Larandas and he came, his cock still inches from her face exploding all over it. Again and again the white sticky mass shot against her, covering her forehead, nose, cheeks and chin, some even landing in her slightly open mouth.

It was heaven for her, being glazed like this by her crush.
She barely registered that her asshole felt empty, almost having forgotten what that felt like. Then she saw the male entering her field of vision. He grabbed her head and turned her face towards him, and shot his own cum all over it.
When he was finished her face felt completely glazed, but she loved it. She didn't really know why, she just knew she did.
The same way she just knew that she loved every single thing that had happened to her. Being manhandled and used like a toy. Being roughly fucked in every hole. Being speared in the ass and made to gag on a cock deep down her throat. At the same time. Getting drenched in sticky white cum.
Now she knew why sex had never been good for her. The men had always been nice to her. Nice and tame. And only used her pussy.
But know she knew what really got her off. She needed it rough. She needed to be used. She needed it in her ass and throat.

Larandas was sitting next to her, somewhat dumbfounded by the experience, just looking at her lying there in the moonlit grass, sweat shining all over her body, her face white with cum, and the brightest grin on her face.
The other male had left without a word. Or perhaps he had said something and she just hadn't registered it.
She didn't care. She felt pure bliss. She had never orgasmed like this, but she intended to do so again. Often.
She was a new woman, and she knew what she wanted.
Yes, this was the best day of her life. She was awakened. Reborn.


Since that day she had experimented a lot, mainly with Larandas, and come to really love anal and facefucking. But one man wasn't really enough for her, and she'd often invited other men, loving it the most to get her ass and throat fucked at the same time, and to be glazed in as much cum as possible.

Just thinking about being ganged up upon and roughly used made her forget time and space.
Just like it had happened now.
She suddenly became aware again of her surroundings, remembering that she still stood in the entrance to the inn.
People near the entrance were staring at her. Many of them, be it because of her sexy body or because of the lust visible in her eyes, were doing so in a lewd way.
'Well, they'll get a lot more to stare at', she thought, chuckling to herself, and made her way towards the middle of the room, her cheeks red, her nipples hard, and her pussy dripping, both from the fond memories she had just relived, and from anticipation for what was to come.



"Hello!", she said once she was standing in the middle of the room. A few heads turned her way, but most of the men didn't hear her, were to engaged in conversation, or simply to drunk to notice her.
When she jumped on the nearest table and yelled "Hello everyone!", more heads turned, but it was still too loud in the tavern, and not everyone noticed her.
However, when she suddenly yelled "I'm a little cumslut and I need to be fucked now!", the whole room fell utterly silent, and she had the undivided attention of everyone in the room. She grinned.
"Now that I have your attention: Would it so happen that there are a few men here who'd like to have intercourse with me?"
Everyone was dumbstruck and just stared at her.
But when she opened her shirt and displayed her bra-less chest to the room, and said, "Right now. And right here.", the crowd started whispering.
A gnome finally found the courage to say something aloud: "You aren't serious, are you?"
"Actually, I am. I really need to be fucked. And my motto is 'the more, the merrier'!"
People still stared open-mouthed at her, not believing their ears.
"You just.. want.. all of us.. to.. fuck you.. here in the middle of the inn? ", the gnome asked again.
"This can't be true", a bloodelf said, "you don't even want us to pay you?"

Leanda sighed. "I'm not a whore, but if it somehow makes you feel better, you may leave me a few pieces of gold once you're done with me."
She dropped her open shirt, and pulled her pants down, revealing the fact that she didn't wear any underwear, her shaven pussy visibly gleaming with wetness. Her scent wafted through the room and the eyes watching her went wider, devouring her beautiful body.
"So, who of you gentleman would like to have a go? Raise your hand!"
The murmurs in the audience stopped when everyone seemed to realize that she truly meant what she said, and one after another she saw hands rising, until every male in the room stood there like a little schoolboy, raising his hand. She had to laugh a little bit.
"Very good!", she exclaimed, consciously jiggling her breasts a bit.
"But! There are a few rules you have to follow, or I'm out of here before you can blink your eyes. First: while I'm sure you are all nice guys, I'm not yet ready to settle down and have kids, so my pussy is off-limits. You'll have to be content with my asshole and my mouth. Is that acceptable for everyone?"
When nods and shouts of consent filled the room she smirked, knowing exactly just how 'sad' everyone was to have to fuck her ass or face.
"Second: I'm not fragile. And I don't want anyone to act like I were. So if you want to put your cock into me, you'll have to do it like you mean it. I like it rough, hard and deep. If you can't do that, you better just jerk yourself off while watching those who can. I want to remember this night for a while. I want to be sore tomorrow. I want to be unable to sit or speak. Is that acceptable to everyone too?"
Again she smirked when bright faces nodded eagerly.
"And finally: as I said before, I'm a little cumslut " - her pussy tingled when she said it, she so loved referring to herself with this naughty word - "and I want it all over me. Try to keep it together till everyone had his turn with me, and in the end I want you all to glaze me in your cum. Now, can you live with these three rules?"
Yells of "Yes!", "Of course!" and other assertions flooded through the packed room.

She let her gaze roam over the mass of men, smiling.
"Well, then I'm yours to use and abuse", she said and laid down on her back on the table she had been standing on, bringing her butt to one end of the table and pulling her legs in toward her chest, exposing her tight holes, and hanging her head over the other end of the table, opening her mouth, the invitation clear.
The room erupted into movement, with everyone trying to get near her and pull his trousers down at the same time.

The lavender cock of a nightelf was the first she saw approaching. Her little speech had obviously had the desired effect on him. He was stiff like a board. Once she had embraced his cockhead with her lips he pushed forward, embedding himself half way in her. The next stroke brought him farther in yet, and the third one was far enough to finally make her gag.
This was what she had desired for hours, and she felt her pussy burn.
But when the elf pulled out of her throat again, she let him leave her mouth, raising her head and looking with a trace of anger to her right where some orc had grabbed her hand and was trying to make her rub him.
"Hey greenskin! Stop this! I'm not here to jerk you off. You're here to fuck me senseless! So go and put that thick thing of yours into my tiny little asshole were it belongs!"
The orc stared dumbfounded at her for a moment, but then quickly grunted something that sounded like 'yes', and moved away from her hand and towards her legs.
'Good', she thought, and dropped her head back. "And you, elf, don't hold back. Fuck my face like you mean it!"
He put his tip between her open lips. Then he grabbed her head and shoved his whole cock into her with one forceful thrust, embedding himself completely in her throat, his balls slapping against her forehead.
She gagged hard and felt an orgasm rising fast within her. A yelp of pain and pleasure turned into another gagging when the orc had reached her end and brutally shoved his cock into her unlubricated asshole.
She was in her favorite position, her throat filled to the limit and her asshole stretched wide around a thick cock, the evening's scene of the little nightelf gagging on a dildo vividly in her mind. Her orgasm came hard, her whole body shuddering from it, gaping for air when the elf withdrew from the depths of her throat for a moment. But he plunged right in again, the feeling, combined with the deep thrusting into her asshole the orc had picked up, prolonging her climax.
The elf began fucking her face in earnest, his speed soon almost matching the now frantic thrusts of the orc in her butthole.

She absolutely loved the feeling of getting her holes hammered like this, and tried to squeal in pleasure, but that only made her gag again on the cock in her throat. Not that she minded. It wasn't a real throatfuck if she didn't have to gag.
Both orc and elf then pulled out of her, giving her an opportunity to gasp deeply for air, ready for her next throat-invader, of which there would be many more she hoped. Her immense oral fixation and the naughtiness of the whole affair turned her on so much, she wanted to be used till she couldn't take any more.
"Come on, I'm your little fucktoy! Use me!", she almost screamed, but found the last word almost stifled when a new cock entered her maw. She waited for it to move down her throat, and was irritated for a moment when she felt balls hitting her forehead, but was still able to breathe effortlessly around the cock. 'Oh, a gnome', she thought, disappointed.
But when her tight rosebud was suddenly stretched extremely wide, making her gasp, her disappointment quickly faded, even more so when whoever was attacking her ass was not only thick but also long, his thrusts rocking her on the table.
She sucked hard on the small gnome dick in her mouth, and it didn't take long until he pulled out, obviously feeling his climax near but wanting to preserve his cum for the end, like she had wanted too. 'Good gnome', she thought, forgetting to breathe deep again and getting surprised by some new cock suddenly shoved down her throat hard. It was even longer than the elf, and she felt her throat bulge. She had almost no air left, but the feeling was exhilarating. And her asshole was still pounded mercilessly too. She moaned around the cock in her throat, gasping hard for air when it withdrew for a second.
But the human it belonged to was a serious man, and started fucking her throat seriously, plowing away with abandon, eyeing the bulge he produced in the girl's throat with every deep thrust.

She felt drool running out of her mouth and over her face. She tried to imagine how she looked, recalling a time when she had looked at herself in the mirror after a particularly nice and hard facefuck. Her whole face had been covered with drool, her hair clinging in strands to it, her eye makeup running down her cheeks, her eyes showing both exhaustion and exhilaration, her mouth slightly open, still panting, drool running out of it. It had been the hottest thing she'd ever seen, and thinking about it now brought her over the edge again. Another gorgeous orgasm rolled over her, rocking her whole body.
"I think she really likes this", the human still fucking her throat commented when he felt her throat constricting around his cock when she climaxed, and she tried to nod, hindered by his meat in her throat.

He was near finished and drew out, leaving her time to cough, while her head bobbed up and down, her whole body rocking from the brutal assfucking she was still receiving. She raised her head to see a draenei male push his thick blue member deep into her pink opening, his eyes clenched close and the look on his face strained.
She was still looking at him when he pulled out, only to be shoved to the side by a white haired bloodelf, who immediately pushed himself inside her asshole.
Unfortunately, she thought, he wasn't as big as the draenei had been.
She let her head fall back, eagerly awaiting the next filling of her tight throat, but looked up when someone jumped up on the table. It was a somewhat dull looking human, and before she could say anything, he had pushed himself into her wet pussy.
Not that she didn't like the double penetration, but she had set the rules for this night and she intended to have them followed through.
"What the hell are you doing?", she shouted at him.
He looked at her, part surprised, part sorry, like a puppy who knew he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't do.
"You really wanted to fuck me right now, but the other guy was faster?", she asked him.
He nodded.
"Well, my pussy is off-limits. But now that you're already here, you'll have to share with him."
"What?", he asked, not understanding her.
She sighed, managing to stay somewhat calm and eloquent even while having her ass fucked by the bloodelf - a skill she had acquired through long practice of being railed hard in the ass - and answered him, "My dear, I'm afraid you'll have to share my incredibly tight little tiny asshole with the guy already inside it."
His eyes bulged almost out of his head, but he quickly collected himself, and began fumbling with his dick, trying to push it inside her bottom next to the bloodelf.
"Come on, you can do it! I want both of your big hard cocks in my tiny asshole!", she encouraged him further.
After some more fumbling he found the right angle and pushed in hard, groaning loudly.
Her asshole stretched to new limits, she let out a scream of pleasure.

The guy in front of her head obviously couldn't take it anymore, and suddenly grabbed her head, yanking it back and pushing his cock between her lips, shoving it deep down her throat in one swift motion.
She almost couldn't believe how deep he went, realizing too late that it was a blue-skinned troll, and gagged hard, more drool shooting out between her lips and running down her face.
Being fucked in the asshole by two cocks at the same time, and gagging on one that was so incredibly long, she came again.
When her orgasm ripped through her body though, her sphincter clenched together so hard that it became too much for the human on top of her, and she felt his hot cum shoot into her ass. She loved the feeling, but was a bit disappointed, since it was one load that wouldn't land on her face.
Luckily the bloodelf seemed to manage holding it, but pulled out too, having reached the end of his endurance.

Only the troll remained inside her, but he was more than enough. He had begun pistoning in and out of her throat, his long member going in so incredibly deep that she had to gag every single time he thrust into her. But she loved it. There just was no other feeling like getting your throat drilled. Her drool ran wildly, running from her lips down her cheeks and dripping to the ground, while the troll jackhammered her mouth mercilessly.
The display seemed to be too good to miss watching too, since no one invaded her asshole for the moment.
The troll's low grunts and her almost continuous gagging and coughing sounds filled the room.
When he finally released her, she gasped in air for almost two minutes straight, until her breathing went down to it's normal rhythm again.
Some of the men cheered for the troll, and she grinned, drool still rolling down her face.

Suddenly she felt some hands grabbing her arms and legs, turning her around to lie on her stomach. She gasped when her hard, swollen nipples were pressed hard against the wooden table to support her weight.
Her stomach rested on the edge of the table, her legs hanging down, feet resting on the floor, when she felt a new pleasant intrusion of her little asshole.
But it felt different somehow. She looked back over her shoulder and saw that some human obviously had his finger in her backdoor, and a number of men were shuffling around him, murmuring amongst them.
When he noticed her watching him he gave her a grin and said, "We wanted to see how many of us can put a finger inside at the same time."
She grinned back, liking the idea. Why hadn't she thought of this before? Trying to get as many people as possible to finger her tight asshole at the same.
But her thoughts were lost when she felt the intrusion of more fingers, a loud moan escaping her when what she reckoned must be five or more fingers filled her.
"That feels good", she managed to say, before she had to groan when another two fingers pressed themselves between those already inside her sphincter to stretch her ass apart.
"Seven! Not bad!", the human shouted.
"But that's about enough", she panted, earning chuckles from the onlookers.
One after another the fingers withdrew, until only two or three were left inside.
But instead of leaving her, those fingers began to stretch her apart, opening her ass wide.
"Look at this lads, isn't this just gorgeous?", someone said, and she could see the awed looks of those who had a good look at her gaping asshole.
It felt exhilarating to her. Both the sensation of having her asshole stretched so wide open, and the feeling of so many hungry eyes looking into her deepest depths unhindered.
"Let me try something", she heard the human say, and felt the last of the fingers leaving her asshole, which still gaped wide open on its own, revealing her dark pink insides to all.
But just before it was closing again, she felt new fingers pushing inside. Once more she felt herself get stretched so wide that she couldn't suppress a throaty moan.
She realized that the human had pushed his whole fist inside her anus, and, once he was completely inside, even began to fistfuck her little asshole, to the cheers of the onlookers.
She moaned again. 'Damn, this feels so much better than it should', she thought, already feeling another orgasm on the rise.

But before she could cum, the human pulled his hand out of her ass. To the revived cheers of those surrounding him, he put three fingers of each hand inside her asshole and pulled wide open once more. It was almost painful, but the whole experience was so arousing to her that pleasure suppressed all pain she might have felt.

One of the men in front of her, who had failed to get around to watch her spread ass due to the sheer number of people crowding around her, gave his anger at not seeing anything of the display way by shouting, "Enough with her ass already. I'm sure after whatever you did there it will be sore enough, but I'm not so sure about her throat yet!"
She had to grin, and those men around him cheered.

Suddenly a dwarf hopped on the table next to her. "I have an idea!", he exclaimed, holding his leather belt in the air and grabbed her left arm.
"You!", he pointed at a troll standing next to the table, "Give me her leg!"
The troll did as he was told, grabbing her foot and pulling her leg up.
The dwarf then slung his belt around her hand and ankle, pulling them together and fastening his belt.
"Ooh I love this idea!", she said, having discovered a love for being tied up long ago.
Someone quickly produced another belt, and her right wrist and ankle were quickly bound together too.

She was completely immobile now, hands and feet in the air above her, soles pointing towards her head, her butt and chest raised upwards, only her stomach touching the table.
Like the dwarf had intended it, she swayed forward and backward easily now.
The position gave no access to her abused asshole, but would make for all the more enjoyable throatfucking, she thought happily.

And the eager dwarf thought so too, quickly getting a chair in front of the table to stand on, his crotch in front of her face.
She was surprised at his length, easily as much as most humans.
Grabbing her head, he pushed and pulled a bit, easily able to rock her back and forth on her stomach.
He gave a big grin, placed the tip of his cock on her lips, and pulled her head down, swinging the bound nightelf's body forward so that she impaled her tight throat on his cock.
He swung her up and down again and again. Each time she swung up, only the tip of his cock was left in her mouth, and each time she swung down it was shoved completely down her throat, her nose touching his stomach, sometimes making her gag and drool run down her chin.
When he was nearing his climax he pulled out before it was too late.

"Damn, this is fun!", she said between gasps. "Am I not a wonderful fucktoy?"
Everyone cheered.
"Well guys, I don't wanna be able to speak for the next week, so go ahead and fuck my throat good!"
Everyone cheered again, nobody able to really believe just how dirty this elf girl was.
But they did as they were told, all thirty men who hadn't had her yet lined up, and one after another they fucked her face.

Everyone absolutely adoring her gagging noises, it didn't take long for someone to come up with the idea of making a contest out of it, to see who could make her gag the most times before having to stop lest he came.
The poor gnomes and some dwarves had a hard time, not being able to make her gag once, but the better-endowed men really got into it, some pinching her nose shut, others just pressing her down on their cocks for up to a minute before letting her catch her breath.
But of all those in the room, the one who was the most into it was Leanda herself.
Every time she was made to gag it was like a tiny orgasm for her. And multiple times the gagging produced a real orgasm, thundering through her tiny body.
She was sure to take the idea of a gagging contest into her repertoire for the future.
But for now she was enjoying the current action.
She loved how rough they were with her, forgetting almost all concern for her in their efforts to 'win' their game.
They hammered her throat with force and abandon.
Sometimes she was just held down on a cock, gagging over and over until she was finally allowed to breathe.
The largest of the men just used their length, bobbing her up and down on their erections, making her gag almost every time she was moved forward and their cocks embedded themselves balls-deep within her raw throat.

And her drool was flowing in abandon. It had long ago coated her chin and was continually dripping down on the table edge and the floor, but the many cocks fucking her face had smeared it pretty much all over her face. But she loved the feeling. She felt like a dirty slut being abused by a lot of men, and these thoughts were almost as arousing for her as the physical acts themselves.

After all men were through with her, she was a drooling mess. Her face showed exhaustion, and she was breathing hard, sometimes coughing, but had a continuous wide grin on her face, like a drug addict or a child that was just promised a year's worth of strawberry ice cream.
The contest's 'winner' had been another troll, his massive length forced down her throat having made her gag more times than she could count. It had made her feel light-headed and awarded her another massive climax.

When they untied her, she almost had trouble standing upright.
But she didn't intend to keep standing anyway, so she just got on her knees and smiled at the men around her, everyone standing there, looking at her, visibly straining to keep from cumming.
"Thank you all, that was lovely.", she said, "thank your for the gorgeous ass and throatfucking. And thank you for holding it all in for so long. And now.. your release and my final present please".
She smiled sweetly into the round.

To sweetly for the dwarf who had tied her up earlier. He suddenly hopped in front of her and exploded, a thick shot of cum landing directly on her forehead. Leanda giggled.
Then an orc was standing before her. The one she had scolded for trying to get her to rub him off, she realized.
"Elf. You want to experience a new height of depravity?", he asked in his rough voice.
"Oh..sure", she answered, not knowing what he was playing at.
"Then watch this", he said with a grin and positioned himself in front of her, cock in one hand.
Then he did something she didn't expect.
He put his free hand on her face, thumb below her eye, second finger above her brow. Then he spread his fingers, pulling her eye wide open. And in just that moment he came, aiming at her eye, and hitting it with the second spurt, after the first landed on her nose.
It stung a bit, and she tried to close her eye, but couldn't, since he was keeping it open.
More cum shot out of his green appendage, shooting into her eye.
"Damn, this really is a new height of depravity", she said, the world gradually becoming drenched in white in her left eye.
The orc, finally spent, laughed and said, "And now be good little alliance cumslut and keep your eye open", and pulled his hand from her face.

"This.. is so nasty.. I.. I love it", she said to the astonishment of everyone around her, and fought the reflex to close her eye.

"You really are the dirtiest girl I've ever seen", someone said.
She laughed a bit, imagining how she must look right now. Her hair matted, her face covered in drool, cum on her nose and forehead, and her eyes wide open but the left one completely covered with hot cum.
The thought made her tingle.
"Ok who's next? I have two eyes!", she then said and put her thumb at her cheek and finger at her brow, pulling her right eye open like the orc had done.
It didn't take long for someone to loose it. A human just started shooting cum, quickly grabbing his cock and aiming at her, but too slow. His first spurt hit the floor, the second her belly, and the last one her cheek.
"Damn", he said, and Leanda giggled.
But a troll had better aim, and, unannounced, shot an unbelievable amount of his cum into her open eye.
When he was finished, she had trouble seeing anything behind the white curtain.
She was sure that cum in her eye should sting bad, but either she didn't feel it, or the arousal the depravity of it made her feel suppressed it.
Leaning her head back to keep the cum from flowing down, she asked, "who else wants to come in my eyes?"
The men, all so very near climax, didn't need to be asked twice, and encircled her, one after another shooting his load on her face, all aiming at her eyes, some of them actually hitting them.
And Leanda kept her eyes open the whole time, relishing in the feeling of her face being cum-glazed while she kept her eyes wide open, cum forming pools above them, barely allowing her to see anything.

When everyone had finished, she looked like a little cumslut indeed.
Her whole face was white, cum dripping from her chin, her ears, her nose, flowing over her shoulders and breasts, sticking in her hair. It was a sight to behold. A sight to remember.

But a sight that could not last.
The orgy was at it's end, and everyone knew it.
They produced cloth for Leanda to wipe the litres of drool and cum coating her face and skin off, and someone took an empty mug and deposited some coins in it.
Towards Leanda he said, "I reckon you wont be able to do any work tomorrow, or at least not sit on that sweet little ass of yours, or talk much with that pretty mouth, so it's only fair if we leave you something, no disrespect intended".
Leanda smiled and thanked him, and every single participant of the orgy felt compelled to chip in after such in incredible night.

When all was said and done, Leanda, her hair still sticky, walked out of the inn with more then a thousand gold, itching eyes, a sore throat, a sore pucker, and a huge, satisfied smile on her face.