A little fun can't hurt.

"As much fun as that would be, we are not out of danger yet," Monaa said as she gave Melinae a kiss on her forehead. "We have a temple full of priestesses that wouldn't be too happy if they found out about what was happening down here. And we also have our dear companions to worry about." She placed emphasis on the words 'dear companions', sending a shiver down Melinae's spine and into her recently corrupted cunt as she imagined her remaining companions.

Two of the five had fallen already. The first was Monaa, signing over her very being to their new Master. 'I must remember to ask Monaa to tell me all about it later' Melinae thought, images of dark tendrils and armies of slugs flashing through her mind as she imagined what it must have felt like. The second to fall was Melinae herself. Sexually tortured and **** to watch her fellow Night Elves fall to the darkness one by one, until the only sensible option was to give in.

Three remained. The mouthy warlock Sarah, the pious paladin Lirra and their group's leader, the beautiful priestess Lynnyssea. Melinae could hardly wait to team up with her new mistress and lover to make them fall one by one. She was brought back to reality by the sounds of increased moaning as the three Night Elves were taken by the enormous insects. The giant beetle was pummeling the smallest of the three, while the two spider-creatures each mounted one of the remaining Elves.

Wait. Melinae had listened to the incredibly arousing story of the bound Night Elf earlier. The one with the long, messy braid. If she had it correct, the Silithid currently fucking her was one of her own children. And hadn't Monaa said something about their connection to the Master making them extra fertile? Melinae let out a moan as she watched the incestuous display before her.

"I can feel your arousal, you know?," Monaa said. "Tell me, lover. What is going through that slutty mind of yours?" Melinae said: "That's her son, Mistress Monaa. And if what you say is true, he will soon be laying eggs in her. Impregnating his own mother." "Mmmh, you're right," Monaa purred. "That is incredibly hot." She started caressing Melinae. "Alright, what's ten more minutes anyway? Let's have a bit of fun."

Monaa stood behind Melinae as she grabbed one of the Night Elf's firm tits with one hand, while the other traveled south, aiming for her dripping pussy. "Tell me about your family, Melinae." Monaa moaned as she licked her ****'s neck. Melinae twitched in response. "Mom and dad live in Darnassus. I have a little sister too. She works as a sentinel on the borders of Ashenvale and the Barrens." "Mmmh, is your mom hot? Does she have firm tits like you?" Monaa moaned, slipping a finger inside the hunter's waiting cunt."

"Oh gods.... Goddess," Melinae moaned. "She's so fucking sexy. She's as tall as me, but her breasts are much bigger. Bigger than Lirra's even." "If she was here, what would you do to her?," Monaa purred, adding a second finger. "Ugh... Yes, deeper." Melinae begged. "I would slip between those legs. Give her one of your gifts. Make her like me while I make her expierence pleasure she has never experienced in her long life. Suck corrupted milk from those massive tits, just like when me and Silwynn where small, while I touched myself."

"Oh yes... delightful." Monaa responded, grinding herself against the squirming Night Elf. "Silwynn? Is that your sister?" "Uh huh," Melinae responded. "I imagine the work she does must be dangerous. What if she get's caught by Orcs? Do you know what Orcs do to captured Night Elf girls?" Melinae shook her head, unable to speak through her moans this time. "They breed them," Monaa said, while adding a third finger and curving them upwards, hitting the hunter's sweet spot. "They use them to grow their Horde. Make more soldiers and breeders."

Melinae shuddered. She imagined her little sister being tied up by a crew of Orcs, pulling their cocks out as they cut her sentinel armour loose. Violating her pussy, her mouth and her asshole, until her mind was truly broken. How she would be begging for them to finish, to fill her with their sperm. To make her a mother to their bastard children. The images in her head combined with Monaa's motions sent her over the edge. The corrupted woman sprayed blackened pussy juice from her cunt, while she shook in her mistress' arms.

"Good girl," Monaa purred into the trembling Elf's ear. "You know those fantasies may one day be real. Once we take control of this temple and expand our army, we might travel north. Plan a little family reunion." Melinae shuddered again as the last bits of her orgasm died down. She quickly recovered and turned around to share a passionate kiss with the Draenei, who had a wicked smile of accomplishment on her face. Melinae had turned out to be more beautifully depraved than she had imagined. Even if corrupted, the woman would sign over her entire family without question just for a little bit of pleasure.