A depraved reality

Sarah froze as she opened her eyes. She was on a bed, clearly still in the temple. Below her, her newly grown dick was nestled comfortably in the tight wetness of a Night Elven cunt. She pulled back instantly, causing her dick to come free with a plop. A river of dark semen oozed from the woman. Sarah scrambled backwards over the bed and fell to the floor. Her breathing was quick and shallow as she closed her eyes again.

'This is just a dream,' she thought, trying to calm herself. She surveyed the room. It was clearly another patient's room in the healing centre as it looked the exact same as her own room. 'This is not a dream.' Sarah turned around, startled at the sudden appearance of the voice. The room was empty. 'We really did this. And it felt great,' the voice spoke. It sounded strangely familiar.

"Where are you? Show yourself!," Sarah said loudly, looking around the room for any signs of movements. 'Shhh,' the voice replied, 'we wouldn't want the druid to find us like this, would we?' Sarah panicked. Whoever the voice was, was right. She had been up to the hilt in a sleeping Elf's cunt. The evidence was still there. Both between the Elf's legs and her own. If the druid found her like this, she wouldn't even have time to explain before he struck her down.

'Oh no. Oh no no no no no. What have I done?,' She thought to herself. 'What you're made for,' the voice replied. Wait. She hadn't said that out loud. Something clicked inside her. 'You're in my mind,' Sarah thought. 'Well done. You're pretty smart. I knew you'd figure it out sooner than later. But you might want to do something about that Elf first. You know, before the druid decides to check on his patients.

Sarah looked over at the bed again. She could only see the woman's feet from her current position. She slowly stood up and walked over. The Night Elf had a blissfull expression on her face. Sweat covered her body and she was breathing a little fast for someone who was asleep. Between her legs, dark slime started to pool, staining the sheets. Sarah quickly grabbed a washcloth from the nearby basin and started cleaning between the womans legs.

The Night Elf woman's body shivered as Sarah brushed her pussy lips and stuck a bit of the cloth inside to make sure the stream of slime would stop. She felt her dick twitch as she cleaned the Elf's beautiful cunt. 'Dick?,' Sarah thought. That's right. she had one of those now. She looked down in fascination. Had her dream been real? How was this possible? She wondered...

Sarah grabbed her stiff member with the washcloth. She could feel it throb. The moist rag felt good against it as she slowly started moving her hand. It felt amazing. This thing was actually a part of her now and she could feel every sensation she applied to it. Sarah moved backwards, standing against a tapestry and using her second hand to knead one of her breasts. She moved the washcloth up and down her shaft faster and faster.

It didn't take Sarah long to reach her peak. A feeling built inside her, like a pressure that needed release. Images of her dream flashed through her mind as the woman's penis started twitching. She felt globs of a thick fluid travel up her shaft as she moaned and panted at the feeling. Her knees gave out as the first spurt of cum fired into the rag. A few more followed, causing a warm feeling to spread around the tip of her penis.

'As great as that feels, I think you should get moving now,' the voice spoke. 'Sneak back to your own room and once you are safe, we can talk.' Sarah snapped out of her post-orgasmic haze. She looked down. Why had she...? She took the rag to her face. It was covered in the same black semen that flowed from the woman she apparently violated. It gave of a musky sweet smell. She stood up and put the cum-stained rag back into the wash basin.

Sarah walked over to the woman again and pulled the blanket up over her breasts and to her neck. Looking at her the only thing that betrayed she was recently fucked, was the happy expression on her face. The sweat would dry soon enough. Sarah moved to the door cautiously. She opened it and peeked out. She froze as she saw Fendoriaen, his radiant purple eyes staring right at her from his position in the middle of the central room.