Vareesa's Rage

"What in the fel are you doi-ggghh!" The sudden onslaught caught her off guard, stepping back as the sticky barrage hit it's mark. Ropes stained her breasts, neck, and cheeks. Worse yet, the salty taste in her mouth confirmed that some of it had made it past her lips. But she didn't have long to contemplate it, as several more ropes stained her face white. For the first time in her life, Valeera Windrunner had received a facial, her cheeks and face shimmering with white, salty goo. The high elf stood stunned, mouth slightly agape, eyes now wide, completely dumbfounded. All the while white cum slowly oozed down her cheeks and nose, and into the ample valley of her breasts. "You.... you...."

Rage began to fill the high elf. The Horde were savages to be sure, but even none of them had ever just cum all over their opponents. Anger contorted her face, as the cave toads scattered. Vareesa began to let out a hail of arrows, firing rapidly at the fleeing creatures. "Get back here!"

Chasing after the fleeing beasts, Vareesa only wiped lightly at her cheeks and nose, enough so every breath didn't form a cum bubble. She didn't bother with the gooey pool between her breasts, or along her neck. Her eyes were locked on the creature who had done this, as it darted behind cover. So angry, she didn't notice the sweet taste in her mouth, or that her womanhood had become swollen and aroused. Her juices staining the tight leathers of her undergarment. In her rage, she was after the creature, but her eyes were drawn lower, to the very cock that had defiled her face. Licking her lips, more cum entered her mouth.

Cornering the creature, she suddenly felt weaker, her limbs becoming slack. By now her blue eyes were locked on that swollen, knobby pecker. Her mouth agape, breasts heaving, a dazed look on her face. Why was she after him? Was it to kill him, or was it that dick....