Busty worgen rouge in a tight leather outfit was resting soundly against the tree. Her skin tight black leather pants molded around her ass, leaving little the the imagination an they came down just above her heels. Her leather boots (or whats left of them) only covered the heel and mid foot. Her skimpy black leather vest barley covered her large breast. The worgen women average breast size was bigger than all the other races and this worgen feast helped enforce that romar to be true. The leather vest could barley hold the large breast and the string holding the vest together looked like it was about to break. On the belt are 2 daggers drenched in poison. You always wanted to try this new race that joined the alliance but, those daggers needed to go. A breeze blew the worgen sent along your nose, making your mouth water at the intoxicating scent. You also notice something else in this sent. Taking in another deep breath you realize that this black furred beauty is in heat.

You think for a moment on what to do. You could just take her by force, disarming her and just eat her up with her kicking and screaming or you could help her scratch that itch she has and when she is nice and worn out, let her slide into your mouth.