Back upstairs.

Monaa took a few steps towards the tunnel going back up stairs. Melinae tried to follow, but her new and improved armour made her gasp as a small tendril started moving up and down her shivering cunt. "Oooh.." she moaned. "You weren't kidding about this armour, Monaa. It's delightful." Monaa turned around and smirked "It is a fine spell, isn't it? It is yours to command. You need it to go deeper? Faster? Stop completely? Just focus your thoughts on what you want." Melinae let out a deep moan. "I don't think I ever want this to stop."

Monaa continued down the hallway, motioning Melinae to follow. The Night Elf did so reluctantly as she got aquinted with the perks of her new armour. The pair exited the tunnel until they were back in the room at the bottom of the stairs. A faint blue light was visible near the stairs, growing dimmer fast. "Melinae!" Monaa hissed. "There is someone going up the stairs. They might have seen us. They could ruin everything. Get them!"

Melinae tensed immediatly, forgetting all about the pleasure in her loins as she got ready to bolt. The Night Elf was incredibly fast. Her long legs and years of training paid off as she sped towards the stairs. Monaa followed closely behind as they chased whoever was making their way up the stairs. Soon Melinae dissapeared around the corner. Shortly after a dull thud pierced the air, followed by a muffled scream.

"Got her, Monaa!" Melinae yelled to the Draenei. As Monaa rounded the corner, she saw Melinae laying atop a purple figure. A wooden lantern laid broken to the side, it's blue flame slowly dimming. The corrupted mage looked at what Melinae had caught. Another Night Elf priestess laid before her. Her mouth covered by Melinae's strong hands. Her skin was covered in sweat and she had a look of shock on her face.

Monaa moved closer. "Well Done, slut," she praised Melinae. "I'm suprised you were able to run that fast with that suit of yours shoved inside you." Melinae gave an amused smile. The mage moved closer to the priestess' face. Her nostrils flared as she regognized something. There was a scent around the woman. A scent she became intimately familiar with over the last couple hours. Arousal.

"Well, well well. Looks like we've caught ourselves a little spy." Monaa said, looking the priestess in the eyes. "What were you doing down there?," she asked. The priestess mubled something, her words blocked by the hand of the strong Night Elf currently sitting on top of her. "Oh how rude of me. Let me instruct my friend to remove her hand. Oh. And don't scream. I would just feel terrible if I had to shut those beautiful lips of yours. Permenantly." An air of malice undertoned that last word as Monaa gestured to Melinae to remove her hand.

"Please... Please don't hurt me..." the priestess softly said as Melinae dre back her hand. "Oh, love. you have nothing to fear. I just want to talk." Monaa said as she caressed her captive's face. "Now tell me. What were you doing down there?" The priestess hesitated and then answered, her cheeks reddening. "I was watching you. I saw what you did to that woman. To my sisters."

"Now this is interesting," Monaa said. "And I supposed you were on your way back to warn your fellow priestesses of what was happening. Give me one good reason I shouldn't drag you back down those stairs and throw you into the pit to be bred with the others." The girl shivered. Probably as much from fear as anticipation Monaa thought, as she saw the woman tighten her legs.