Give in to the arousal and lean in for a kiss.

"Oh Lirra. You're so beautiful, with those deep black eyes.", Monaa says as she leans closer to her friend. Monaa stares into her friends eyes for a moment, feeling herself being dragged deep into an abyss of lust and power as she embraces Lirra and pulls her into a tight hug. She puts her mouth around Lirra's, wasting no time in parting those soft lips with her tongue.

She feels her friend's hands move over her body. One stops at her breasts, kneading them with soft determination. Another travels along her spine, making her tingle all over her body. The hand travels lower, eventually finding her tail. Lirra takes Monaa's tail between her fingers and starts softly stroking it. Monaa shivers. Her tail is one of her most sensitive spots and she loves the feeling of someone other than herself caressing it.

Deciding to return the favor, Monaa's hands roam the paladins toned body. One hand caressing her neck, before softly grabbing it. Lirra seems to enjoy the pressure on her throat as her tongue-play intensifies. Monaa's other hand travels south along Lirra's firm abdomen and towards her soaking cunt. Two of Monaa's fingers penetrate the warm, wet hole and start a rhythmic motion, while her thumb circles her friends clit.

The pair falls over, back into the silken sheets of the bed. Their motions not stopping for a moment. Lirra gasps for air as the sensations start to build in her body. Monaa utilises the moment to whisper in her friend's ear: "You are mine. Mine alone. You're my slut. My servant. You will worship only me and in return I will give you everything!" Monaa loses herself in her fantasy, feeling another orgasm approaching.

"Cum with me, Lirra. Show me you love me as I love you" Monaa moans, speeding up her finger's motions. "Monaa! I feel it! I'm cumming". Lirra starts spasming, her muscles contracting and a warm feeling spreading around Monaa's fingers. At the same time, Lirra clenches her hands, squeezing Monaa's sensitive breasts and locking tight around her tail. The sensation sends Monaa over the edge once more, this time positively soaking the bed with her girl cum.

Once the girls stop spasming, they fall to the bed exhausted and panting. They lay there for a while, catching their breath. Monaa lovingly stares into the paladin's intense inky eyes. "I wish this was real." she says softly, pushing some of Lirra's wet blonde hair from her face. "I wish I could do this to the real you. Not just to fantasy-you or dream-you, with the deep black eyes." "What if you could?", Lirra says. "What if all your darkest and most delicious fantasies could be made true? What are you willing to give up?"

An intense feeling creeps up on Monaa. Lirra's question carries a weight to it. It doesn't feel like a simple wet dream anymore. Monaa stares into her friends eyes. In there she sees terrible and beautiful things. Herself sitting on a throne of crystals. Lirra sitting on her lap, smiling lovingly at her. Her other companions at her feet. Naked, beautiful and worshipping her. But they all have those same inky black eyes, like Lirra. And around the throne there are lots of women. Some vaguely familiar to her, some completely unknown.

Draenei, Night Elves and humans, but also Blood Elves, Trolls and even Orcs seem to be engaged in all matter of sexual activities. Some are heavily pregnant, other women appear to be fucking them with appendages of their own. And between the familiar races, there are monstrosities. An insect-like creature with a chitinous carapace has a Night Elf pinned beneath it, pumping her pussy with a large appendage. Monaa can see orbs traveling down the tube an into the woman, her belly slowly expanding.

Another scene flashes before her eyes of a Draenei entangled in tentacles. Her legs held open by them while one tentacle thrusts into her pussy and another moves in tandem with it in her ass. Her ears fill with the sound of moaning and groaning, as the woman seems to be intensely enjoying herself.

Her vision moves again to a petite Blood Elf in a pool of glowing orange liquid. Her belly round and her face strained. She lets out a groan as she pushes out a slug-like creature from her pussy. Her face betrays she just had an orgasm as the creature moves up her body, settling on one of her nipples.

Monaa is pulled back to the bedroom. She is still staring into Lirra's eyes, but the face has changed. The blonde hair is gone, replaced by lustrous black locks. The alabaster pale skin turned a flawless blue. And two inky black horns compliment those beautiful eyes. "So what do you say?", her darkened counterpart asks Monaa. "Want to help me create a more beautiful world of pleasure and lust? Do you want your friends to worship us? Do you want Lirra to be yours alone?"