The euphoric calm that usually followed a good fuck drained out of Varres like blood from a gunshot as the orcess kicked him aside, grinned down like a newly crowned queen, and cleaned herself off with his shirt (black silk!). Snarling but still not fully in control of his limbs the blood elf fumbled for his rapier and clambered to his feet. She would not treat him like some cheap whore, treading on his pride and then stealing off with his prize.<br/><br/>“ We’re not finished yet! “ he shouted at her back, feet slapping on the stone floor as he advanced.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>