A new purpose

Monaa awakes from her prophetic dream with a smile plastered on her face. The room smells of sweat and other bodily fluids. She inhales deeply. "Mmmh... Delicious", she says softly. She moves over to the small mirror that hangs over the wash basin and gets a good look at herself. Inky black eyes stare back at her through the mirror, a seductive smile spreading across her face. Inky black veins seem to sprout from her eyes and sink into her shining blue skin.

"Hmmm... As lovely as I find this new look, surely it isn't wise to reveal my new self to anyone just like that." Monaa speaks to her reflection. "Let me chance into something more appropriate." She holds her hand to her face, a thin black energy spreading from her palm and briefly covering her face, masking it in a soft glow. As soon as the energy appears it dissipates again. Looking at her reflection again, she sees her boring old self staring back at her. She can't help but be amused at the visage of the innocent Draenei.

She takes a moment to check out the rest of her body. Gone too are her black nipples and the traces of corruption on her chest, the illusion taking hold here as well. She takes one of her breasts in her hand and gives it a light squeeze. A drop of a black, honey-like liquid appears at the tip of her nipple. She takes her finger and scoops it up before bringing it to her lips. As she tastes the dark liquid she let's out a small moan. "Hmmm... This will surely come in useful. If it has the same effect on me as it has on others, then making them more pliable should be easy enough."

Monaa loses herself in her fantasies for a moment. She is sitting in a room, filled with cushions and soft sheets. On her sides are Melinae and Lynnyssea. Both of the Night Elf sluts have their faces buries in her chest as each has taken a dark nipple in their mouth. Soft suckling sounds fill the air as Monaa uses her hands to run her fingers through her former friends hair. "Yes! Partake of your goddess' sacred nectar. After all, we wouldn't want our offspring to go hungry, would we?"

Both Night Elves sit up, their rounded bellies now clearly visible. They stare at Monaa with complete devotion in their darkened eyes. "You taste divine, Mistress Monaa." Melinae replies. "Thank you for blessing us with offspring of our own. I've always wanted to be a mother and now I will have so many children" Lynnyssea chimes in as she rubs her belly, a look of pure happiness on her face. Back in the real world, Monaa shivers with delight and anticipation at this vision of a possible future.

She continues inspecting her body. Her pussy still shines with arousal, adding to the lovely scent permeating the room. Her eyes land on her scar. "Now that. That I can do without." Monaa rubs her hand over her scar. A pleasurable sensation spreads in the wake of her palm, the scar slowly disappearing back into her now flawless blue skin. For a moment, the same black veins that surrounded her pussy, nipples and eyes, become visible on her leg, before pulsing and disappearing back below the surface.

Monaa looks at her handiwork with satisfaction and moves over to her robe, laying on the chair. It smells of rain, sweat and pussy juice. She brings the fabric to her nose, once again inhaling the fragrant mix of smells that is so very present in the room. Tapping into her newfound mana-reserves, a quick spell takes care of both the smell and the wetness as she pulls the robe over her head, before fixing her hairband back in place. "Now. Let's see what my friends have been up to." Monaa smiles wickedly, a shiver of arousal and anticipation traveling along her spine and tail, as she walks towards the door.