Monaa and Melinae return to the guest quarters.

After meeting Lynnyssea and Sarah on their way to the healing centre, Monaa and Melinae had continued towards the guest quarters. The fact Sarah had reeked with the musky smell of corruption, left the two girls hot and bothered. Melinae grabbed Monaa's breasts through her robe as the pair entered the main room. Monaa let out a lewd moan, relieved the room was still empty.

Lirra must still be at the baths and they knew where Lynnyssea and Sarah were at. "Control yourself, Melinae," Monaa said, resisting her friend's advances. "As much as I'd like to test out that new armour of yours with you, we can't afford to be caught at this point." Monaa gave Melinae a quick kiss, making sure to tease the Night Elf with her tongue a bit.

"Why don't we have a drink, while we wait for Lirra and Lynnyssea to join us?" Monaa sat down on one of the cushioned chairs surrounding the table. Melinae smiled and sat down as well, taking a pitcher of honey wine. Before pouring it, a familiar smell hit her nose. "This mead smells of you and of our master. Just exactly how far did you plan ahead?," Melinae said as she put the pitcher back down.

"I've been looking to convert you guys ever since my master showed me the truth. I've been leaving little traces of myself everywhere. Haven't you noticed the flowers in the central room have started to change colour? And the smell of some of the rooms here. Not to mention the letters in that marvelous book Sarah always carries around."

"But why not convert them with ****? Make me hold them down while you **** some slugs down their holes?," Melinae asked, shivering with delight at the words leaving her mouth. A smile crossed Monaa's face as she answered: "Because that would hardly be any fun, now would it? Besides I like it when they give in willingly. I think, secretly, all mortals want to serve something greater. They just need a little help seeing that."

"Like me," Melinae answered, thinking back to her own corruption. "Like you," Monaa confirmed as she took Melinae's hand. "Tied up and helpless though you were, you wanted what I had to offer. You gave yourself up so completely. And I love that about you." She squeezed the Night Elf's hand and gave her a genuine look of affection. Melinae moaned at the touch, activating her armour to stimulate her sensitive nipples and clitoris.

"Ooooh Fuuuck!," she moaned. "This armour has me about ready to burst again." "Why don't you?," Monaa asked as she let go of the Night Elf's hand. "I only had time to add some flavour to one of these pitchers. There's still three left. It would be a shame if Lirra and Lynnyssea decide they had a taste for wine, juice or water and left this delicous honey wine undrunk."

"What a delicious idea! There's a reason you're the _Master's _chosen." Melinae allowed her glamour to fall away for a moment, revealing the tentacled suit beneath. "Let's see what this suit can really do!" She focused her mind and the black tentrils started moving, revealing one of her her beautiful purple breasts. Black veins radiated outwards from her dark nipples. The tentacles slowly started squeezing her breast, while Melinae used her hand to pinch her nipple.

Monaa watched with fascination as Melinae stimulated her breast with her suit and her sharpened fingers. The Draenei was careful to also keep an eye on the door to the central room. They were half-shielded by a pillar, but she was ready to disguise her moaning companion as soon as the door handle moved. Next to her, Melinae's movements were having the desired effect.

A thick drop of black liquid emerged from the tip of her nipple. "Yes! It's working. I'm producing milk," Melinae said excitedly. Soon, one drop became two, then three, turning into a trickle. Her other hand moved to her pussy, stimulating her body further. "I'm getting close. Mistress, can you hold the pitcher?" the Night Elf asked, her breathing growing more rapid.

Monaa grabbed the pitcher of fruit juice. It smelled sweet and delicious. She held it in front of her while she kneeled. A lovely thought had formed in her mind. "Let my help, my lovely Night Elven slut. Keep your ears trained on the door." Monaa pushed her friend's hand away from her breasts and attached her mouth to it. She used her nimble tongue to wrap around the hunter's nipple and squeezed.

"Oh goddess! I'm cumming!," Melinae yelled. Monaa's actions had pushed her over the edge. She squirted black fluids from her convulsing pussy and Monaa seized the moment to suck. Her mouth filled with a warm liquid, which tasted of sweet corruption. Slowly, she felt Melinae's body calm down again. Monaa released her friends nipple and stood up, a drop of corrupted milk escaping her lips and falling on her robe below.

With her mouth full, Monaa gestured to Melinae and then pointed to a pitcher. Melinae grabbed the pitcher of wine, while Monaa still held the one containing fruit juice. The hunter picked up the pitcher and looked at the mage, who beckoned her over. The plan became clear to Melinae at that moment, seeing that her friend hadn't swallowed her milk. "I love it, Mistress."

She walked over and put her mouth on Monaa's. Monaa opened hers and let the black liquid flow into Melinae's eager mouth. The pair stayed like that for a moment, liquid sloshing around inside while their tongues explored. Soon, Monaa pulled away from the kiss and aligned her mouth with the pitcher. She spit the mix of milk and saliva into the fruit juice, moving the pitcher around to mix the liquids.

Next to her Melinae did the same to the wine, making sure the liquids were thoroughly mixed so the corruption couldn't be detected. "That was absolutely wicked, mistress!," Melinae said as she put the pitcher back down. "That was all you, my love. You came up with the idea. I just went along with the flow." Melinae hugged Monaa, genuinely happy at the praise. Then her sensitive ears twitched as she heard the doorhandle being pulled.