Gestate some gifts for the Night Elves and make some friends.

A wickedly delicious thought formed in Monaa's mind. These Night Elves' minds had been thoroughly broken by being in the breeding pit for who knows how long. A broken mind is easily corrupted. She started rubbing her moist pussy again as she felt a shiver in her belly. Three more of her corrupted eggs made their way down into her warm womb. She would incubate them, hatch them and use them to turn the defenseless women in the pit into her obedient sluts.

This thought combined with the sexual activity taking place not far below her, made her incredibly horny. She watched the Night elf stuck to the wall orgasm again as another larva made it's way out of her spasming cunt and up her body. It attaced itself to her free nipple. Monaa looked in fascination at the two larvae. The one that had started drinking mere minutes ago, was already twice the size of its newborn sibling.

Her eyes turned back to Melinae, who was still being fucked by the giant beetle creature. She noticed small changes in her companion's body language as the involuntary moans increased in frequency. The Draenei smiled as she knew exactly what was happening inside the body of the hunter. The slug was secreting fluids inside the woman's stomach, making her more and more aroused. When she would orgasm, which from the look and sound of her wasn't far from now, the creature would use the moment of vunerabilty to spread along her nerves. Each orgasm would corrupt her body further until she would no longer be able to resist.

The thought made her hot, fueling her intense masturbation session as she came again, inky black eyes rolling back into hear head as she sprayed more of her juices off the edge and into the pit. Monaa looked at the various insects in the pit and decided to test something. She had a strange feeling she should try speaking to the bugs. She concentrated for a moment, before speaking in a language no Draenei should physically be able to speak. That of the insects. Chittering noises emerged from her mouth as she adressed the insects below. Melinae, in shock from what was being done to her body, still managed to shudder at the unholy sound coming from her former friend's lips.

"Creatures! My name is Monaa. I brought you a gift," She said pointing at the crying Melinae. "Tell me, what are you and who do you serve?" One of the two smaller spider-like creatures double teaming the blue-haired Night Elf, looked up at the corrupted mage. "We are Silithid. We serve the Master. We serve the Queen. We serve the colony." 'Silithid?,' Monaa thought. 'Where have I heard that name before?' She focused her mind and searched for the information in the old Monaa's memories.

A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she found the information she needed. They were dangerous insect-like creatures that recently started appearing in southern Kalimdor, mostly in the deserts to the south. This particular group must have dug its way into Feralas. 'Just how far did those tunnels lead?' Monaa asked herself in her mind, looking to one of the tunnels exiting from the room.

"I feel our purpose here aligns. We serve the same master," Monaa spoke in the unholy language of the insects. 'Why else would she have the knowledge to speak like these beasts did,' she considered. "I am our master's vessel. Prophesised by him to release him from his eternal prison. Submit to me! Obey your Goddess!," Monaa spoke, putting real power behind her voice as she attempted to convince the insectoids to serve and obey her. She really hoped she had judged the situation well.