Curse of the oblivious futa

After managing to defeat Gul'dan at the black portal Yrel was locked in a special cell awaiting cleansing. She had absorbed too much fel energies after being captured and cursed by the orc warlock. The endless waiting was torment, but it was a price she was happily paying to have her homeland freed from corruption. Unfortunately for Yrel whatever curse had been put on her made it impossible for her to lie or withhold the truth. Normally a paladin of her stature would never do so anyways but Gul'dan had abused the curse put on her to draw out important intel about the upcoming battle for the black portal. Luckily for Yrel her allies with the alliance and the horde had been one step ahead and the battle was won either way. Gul'dan was no more and Yrel got the chance to celebrate. Especially once she would finally be freed from her Quarantine.

About a year had passed since Gul'dans defeat and for once everything seemed peaceful in Azeroth for an extended period of time. Yrel had been free to roam the streets of Dalaran for months now. Everyone deeming whatever curse had a hold of her before to have been fully cured and snuffed out. They were all wrong though. It had simply decided to lay dormant. Waiting for the right chance to strike. This chance came at a very important hearing. Yrel was tasked to give an important testament at a hearing about the events that had unfolded that day. In order to assure her cooperation and that everything said was truthful Yrel was **** to be under an obedience spell cast by a powerful mage. Usually this was not the case for devoted paladins as they were assumed to be truthful at all times but the Kirin Tor was not taking any risks considering Yrel's recovery from corruption. It was better safe than sorry and Yrel felt like she had nothing to hide.

The blue skinned Draenei was escorted into a small chamber, that clearly was used for interrogation and other purposes, by some guardsmen. She waited there alone for a few minutes until a familiar face turned a corner and greeted her. Jaina Proudmoore, the human mage, was one of the Kirin Tors most powerful and respected mages. She smiled warmly as Yrel and her had developed a tight knit relationship during their liberation of Draenor. "Good day bluey. How's things? Still feeling no hints corruption I hope." Yrel rolled her eyes and pouted slightly. If she was called Bluey by anyone else than Jaina she would have been very offended. But the mage had a free pass for saving her life several times during the war against the legion. "I'm feeling fine as always. My connection to the light is as strong as ever." Jaina nodded. The virtuous draenei had always been incredibly devoted to the cause. She didn't doubt for once second that she was speaking the truth. But protocol was still protocol as she prepared to cast her spell.

"Good to hear dear friend. Why don't you sit down and I'll get started." Yrel nodded as she took a seat on the chair. She felt a bit naked not wearing her gem adorned plate armour but unforrtunately Gul'dan had destroyed her gear at her capture. Instead she was wearing a tightly fitting dress that was way too awkward, it pressed against her chest and constricted against her thighs. Clearly it was not meant to be worn by the Draenei who were known to have a little more padding in the butt and leg department. The dress also had to have a hole cut out for her tail to stick out. This was just one of many reasons why she had never liked trying to dress fancy but Jaina had insisted she put in a little effort for the hearing. The nobles and old crummy wizards of Dalaran would take the Draenei more seriously if she didn't show up in casual clothing was the mages reasoning. Jaina picked up on Yrel's discomfort and tried to comfort her. "Yeah I know...this whole situation sucks. But it will be over soon. You if anyone has the willpower to withstand torment. Jaina was right of course, Yrel had an unceasing willpower and fanatical devotion to the cause. Nothing would come in the way of making the world a better place for everyone. "Thanks Jaina. Just...get it over with."

Jaina nodded as she put a hand to Yrel's chest right between where the dress was stretching between the Draenei's modest breasts. "Alright. Try to hold still." The mage's hands glowed blue with the power of the arcane as she poured her magic right into the Paladin. She recited the vocal components of her spell as she closed her eyes, concentrating. Yrel felt herself being filled with a strange desire to happily obey and answer any question asked of her. It was strange and reminded her of when Gul'dan had cursed her. No matter how much she would try to resist she knew she'd answer whatever question someone had without question. A shudder ran through her spine as she was reminded of how it had felt to be under the orc warlocks control. She would rather forget...but feeling this same familiar feeling was making it hard to ignore. Unknown to both Jaina and Yrel however was that the curse now finally flared up. It's power had only layed dorment, but as more powerful magic was subsumed into Yrel's body and mind the curse was able to grow. Thanks to Jaina's powerful spells as an arcanist the curse was consuming more and more magic, beyond what Gul'dan had initially put into the spell.

This confused Jaina slightly...she felt a little drained, as if she had to pour way more power into the spell than she expected. But she simply figured that as a paladin of the light, Yrel's willpower was simply so strong that the mage was **** to keep going for a little longer than usual. After recognizing a slightly dulled look in Yrel's eyes she figured the spell had served it's purpose as she stopped pouring her magic into the Draenei. "I think this is enough. Yrel. How are you feeling?" Yrel pondered this. She had to answer truthfully, there was no point in resisting. "I feel...good. Calm. I want to answer your questions. But I am still myself." Jaina nodded. "Perfect. That is what we want to accomplish. An urge to be truthfull without turning you mindless." Yrel sighed as she got up from the chair, expecting to be transported immediately to the hearing chamber. "Yeah well...we can't all be mindless humans like that time the corrupted shadow priest from Auchindoun made you attack us."

Jaina rolled her eyes and quipped back. She enjoyed that the two of them had this sort of a friendly relationship where they could banter. The mage figured it was good for the Draenei to have someone to let loose a little with considering she was always trying to be the most virtuous and righteous person towards everyone else. "Haha...well why don't you go fuck yourself?" Woah...that was sort of uncalled for Jaina...you've never gone that hard before with your teasing of the blue skinned alien. The mage got all caught up in feeling a little embarrassed from using such vulgar language. But could people blame her for having spent so much time around the Kul'tiras sailors when she was growing up. In the process she competely missed the fact that she had asked Yrel a question. A question that the dormant curse was now fully indulging in. The curse that had been originally placed on Yrel was meant to make her oblivious to her surroundings, so that she wasn't quite sure whenever she was giving up important secrets or when she was being used by Gul'dans minions. The full power of the curse was now kicking in as Yrel didn't notice the changes that was about to happen.

The draenei started feeling really hot as Jaina could notice sweat drops forming on Yrel's forehead. She started panting heavily, breathing at a fairly rapid pace, squirming in her way too tight dress. "Yrel are you...did something backfire? Are you feeling alright?" The draenei groaned as she nodded slowly, distracted, her hands moving on their own as they started sensually moving down her tight dress towards her crotch. "Y-yeah...just fine...i-is something wrong?" Yrel was very confused. Shouldn't Jaina be bringing her to the hearing chamber? The draenei's hands started to rub against the dress...and before Jaina could really fathom what was turning into the strange sight of seeing a chaste paladin do such an erotic display...Yrel's dress started tenting, pushing outwards as something was clearly growing underneath. Was the draenei's tail pushing up from underneath? No...Yrel's tail was swishing wildly back and forth behind her. "Fuck...this isn't good Yrel. I think something backfired...maybe you were still cursed. We need to call the insquisitors here as soon as-..."

The mage was interrupted as in one violent tear the paladins dress was ripped apart by a massive leaking blue horse cock. Yrel moaned even louder ass her hands grabbed the base and started pumping it. Forcing the skin to move back and forth. The thick throbbing veins of the member pulsating vividly. Jaina was gobstruck. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Neither could Yrel, for as far as the paladin was concerned, nothing was wrong. She was simply having a bit of regular masturbation fun. Everyone knew Draenei grew cocks every now and then that they need to desperately milk until they cum. "Yrel this isn't...this is...uhh..." Jaina's eyes shone as she kept on looking. She couldn't take her eyes off that thick throbbing member. Why couldn't she look away? It was simply so...beautiful...so erotic...so...normal? Something clicked in the mages mind as she shrugged, her expression relaxing. "Huh...I uhm....sorry I must have overreacted. you were right Yrel. The spell seems to have worked just fine."

The now futanari Draenei smirked slightly as she kept on masturbating. Trembling as pre-cum was leaking from her tip. She was getting close already. "Ahnn...fffmnn...s-shall we g-get going then J-jaina?" The human mage nodded and gestured for Yrel to follow. Everything was in order. Time to get to the hearing.