Give in.

Monaa brings the slug-like creature down to her belly and lets it slide from her hand. The creature sticks to her abdomen and starts to slither down her blue skin. It leaves a trail of sticky black slime along its path, causing a pleasant sensation. It feels like she is being caressed by a thousand tiny hands. Monaa moans as the creature reaches her hips. She uses both her hands to spread the slime around her belly, thinning it out and spreading the intoxicating feeling further. She puts one hand in her mouth and licks her fingers clean with her tongue, as she once again lays down among the soft, warm and wet sheets of her bed.

The creature reaches her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure down her body. Monaa spreads her legs as wide as she can to give the slug access to her moist slit. The creature probes her opening and starts to slide inside. Monaa watches with lustful fascination as she sees the creature pulsing like a caterpillar. Each pulse, the creature pushes deeper into her warm, dripping cunt. As she watches the last part of the slug's tail move inside her, she cums. For a moment she sees only sparks as her eyes roll back in her head and her back arches.

Fluids once again spray from her pussy onto the bed. If she wasn't so lost in the throes of her latest orgasm, she might start to worry about dehydration after the amount of times she came today. When her orgasm subsides she can no longer see the slug, but she can feel it. It is moving up her birth canal towards the entrance of her womb. Her virginity not an obstacle as a conjured pulsating mage crystal took care of that when she was a student. She feels the slug prying at her cervix. The entrance to her most sacred of places.

"Good." Her darker self whispers into her ear, licking her earlobe between words. "Soon our essence will enter your womb. There it will attach and change you. It will seek out your eggs and corrupt them, so you can make creatures of your own. It will spread through your body, up your spine giving us access to your mind." Monaa listens to the words, a worried look appearing on her face for a moment.

"Do not fear, young one", the darker Monaa speaks in a deep, sultry voice. "You will still be you. We will just take care of some... blockages that prevent you from reaching your true potential." Monaa's pussy clenches at the thought, a deep moan escaping her lips. "What about my... Ungh... My eggs? Will I never have children?" "You misunderstand. The changes to your body will allow you to mother and father more offspring than you could ever count."

"Let our creature into your core. Relax." Dark Monaa whispers once more. "Here, let me help you." She moves to the other side of the bed, putting her face between Monaa's still spread legs. She puts her mouth on Monaa's nether lips, using her tongue to explore her folds. Meanwhile she uses both her hands to grab a hold of Monaa's tail, directing it to her other hole. She rubs some of the dark fluid left by the slug on the writhing Draenei's asshole and pushes the tail inside.

For Monaa all these sensations at once are becoming too much. The flexible tongue exploring her pussy and clit, her sensitive tail being shoved into her equally sensitive asshole, the tingling sensation of the slime on her abdomen and the slug wriggling against her cervix. She is close to cumming, knowing that this will be the last orgasm she will have as her old self. With a long, loud and deep moan that seems to reverberate throughout the bedroom, Monaa orgasms.

As she cums, Moaning and twitching on the soaked bed, she feels her cervix opening slightly along with her contractions. The slug needs but a moment to slip inside, nestling itself in her womb and starting the task it was created to do. Monaa, utterly exhausted by the fifth orgasm of the evening, collapses. The last thing she sees before everything fades to darkness, is the seductive smile and beautiful abyssal eyes of her mirror image. A similar smile crosses her own face as she lets herself be carried into unconsciousness.