A warning comes to Monaa

Monaa laid comfortably in her bed, her body snuggled up to that of Melinae. The scent of sweat and sex still permeated the room, but Monaa didn't mind the musk. She rested her eyes for a moment as she reflected on the day's events. She was proud of what she had accomplished in such a short period of time. Not only had she started and progressed the corruption of the temple and her friends, but she also forged an alliance with the strange insectoid creatures in the tunnels below.

Monaa closed her eyes. More out of habit than out of necessity she slowly drifted of to sleep, confident her silence spell and the door's lock would be sufficient from anyone discovering her and Melinae's nightly actions. She found herself in a dreamscape both familiar and unfamiliar. It was a city of some kind, but not like any she had ever seen. The walls were thick and covered in strange glyphs and everywhere she looked there were shadows moving around. It seemd like they were fighting.

She tried to focus on them, but as soon as she tried the visions faded. She tried focusing on another and the same thing transpired. 'Come, my faithful harbinger,' a voice called out to her in her mind. She regognized it instantly. It was her Master. 'You are in my domain and you are safe. Ignore the shadows of the past. They can not harm you.'

Monaa followed the voice, her whole body running hot as she followed the Master's directions. 'While you have been doing my bidding, events of a certain importance importance have taken place elsewhere in the temple.' The black-eyed mage walked into a large chamber. The shadow of a large mass could be seen in the middle, with countless smaller figures surrounding it. As She approached, this vision too faded. All that was left was a circular pool filled with a dark, oily liquid.

'Step into the pool and submerge yourself in my essence and I will show you what has transpired.' Without question, Monaa obeyed. She stepped into the liquid. It was cold and slimy, but felt pleasant enough on her skin. The pool soon became deeper and before she knew it, the corrupted mage was up to her breasts in the slime. She took one last look at the room and submerged herself.

She drifted for a long time, but eventually found herself in a familiar room. It was Sarah's room. She saw herself tampering with the warlock's spellbook and then leave the room. She saw how Sarah attempted her summoning only to be violated by a tentacled monster. She saw Lynnyssea showing up just in the nick of time to prevent the dark haired girl from being pulled into the portal. Why was her master showing her this? She knew all of this.

Her vision shifted to the healing centre. She observed the conversations between Sarah, Lynnyssae and the druid. Sarah had hidden her clutch of eggs from them, pretending the only thing she had left over from her encounter were some bruised and some sore openings. 'All according to plan. She should be with me and the master soon' Monaa thought to herself as her flexible tongue exited her mouth and licked her black lips.

The vision continued and Monaa saw how a part of the tentacles slithered from the warlocks clothing to her bed and attached itself. Sarah moaned and writhed in her sleep as clearly some kind of internal struggle was taking place. When she opened her eyes, Monaa expected to see the same dark orbs both she and Melinae now possessed. But Sarah's eyes looked different. They were her own, yet more confident than ever.

The vision shifted again after that. She saw Sarah take her first victim, swelling the formerly innocent priestess with a clutch of her own. After that she rapidly flashed from scen to scene as she watchedher taking the druid and then more of the priestesses until eventually the stream of visions halted. A conversation was taking place between her and the druid. His eyes shone red, not black. Something was seriously wrong here.

She heard herwarlock companion talk about being a queen and taking on soldiers and breeders. With plans of turning the entire temple to her cause and taking power for herself. 'Herself?' Monaa thought. 'She should be serving the master, not herself.' Suddenly, Monaa realised why her Master wanted her to see what had transpired but a few rooms away.

The warlock had somehow asserted her dominance over the remnants of her Master's servant and was using it to increase her own power. If left unchecked, she could pose a threat to Monaa's most important mission here. She whispered: "Thank you, Master. I know what I must do." As she spoke the words, she felt her vision fading as her consciousness returned to her waking form.

"Melinae," Monaa said as she shook her friend and lover awake. The Night Elf opened her eyes and stretched. "Is it morning already?" "Almost," Monaa replied. "But there is a matter I must see to as soon as possible. If I'm not back for breakfast, just cover for me. Tell them I went for a walk around the temple or something. Oh and let me clean you up. You still smell like sex." Monaa winked as she used a quick cleaning spell to clean the old sweat and girlcum from Melinae and the sheets.

Melinae stood up and sensually kissed Monaa. Monaa returned the kiss, but only briefly. She pulled her robe over her head, not bothering with any underwear. "Good luck, my Goddess," Melinae said as the corrupted mage quietly left the room. She slipped into the common area, looking around the room for any movement. All seemed quiet. Her eyes lingered a moment on Lirra's door. She wondered what if any effect Melinae's corrupted milk had had on the beautiful paladin.

She felt herself getting aroused again, but shook the feeling of as she headed for the exit. She entered the main hall of the temple. She noticed how most of the lilies in the pond had changed their hue to a dark, almost sinister purple now. A pleasant scent permeated the room. It would make anyone slightly more suggestible and a little more aroused, but not enough as to make anyone too suspicious.

She arrived at the door to the healing centre, bracing herself for what awaited withing. She knew from her visions that Sarah had been busy. But who would be awake. That soldier looked powerful, but her mind should be easy to dominate. The druid was the opossite. His mind was sharp, but his body was vunarble. A thousand strategies presented themselves in Monaa's enhanced mind as she slowly pushed the door open.