She melts and grows.

The Priestess tembled in ecstasy as she felt Sarah's dark magic change her body. Large purple tumors covered in deep red veins started growing from her skin as her body seemed to sink more and more into the bed. "Ooooh" the changing Night Elf moaned as she continued her changes, "I can feel it. Every part of my body feels like it's being stimulated at the same time. It's like an orgasm from the tips of my toes to the tips of my ears."

Sarah observed the changes with great interest, lazily stroking her girlcock as she did so. The tumors continued to grow and pulse as her body shrank even further. The purple skin covering the obscene growths seemed to stretch to it's very limits. The girl's face was frozen in a state of utter bliss as her body consumed itself. "Uuuugh.... I'm being reborn. I can feel my flesh warping, my bones dissolving. And it feels so goooood..."

The pustules and tumors were almost completely covering her naked body at this point. The shape below becoming less and less regognizable as belonging to a night elf. Her face wasn't spared either. The same growths that had spawned over the rest of her body, now covered a considerable part of her once innocent visage. Her eyes were mostly covered by now and only mumbling moans escaped her mouth at this point as growing, pusling masses had started forming in and around her mouth.

"Such a grotesque transformation," Sarah remarked. Her hand had not left her stiff member as she continued slowly pumping it. "I do wonder what its purpose is. The changes that the other priestesses went through were not nearly this dramatic." Curious, Sarah let go of her cock and stepped closer to the bed. She touched the writhing mass of pulsating flesh that was once a priestess. It shivered at her touch.

She felt a heartbeat still. The mass pusling and growing a little bit each time it beat. The crimson-veined purple flesh still had a vaguely humanoid shape and Sarah wondered if it's consciousness was still intact. Her mind reached out in search of any semblance of an intact mind. She found the priestess still capable of coherent thought.

Describe what you are feeling, my dear,' Sarah commanded the priestess. 'I am most curious about the inner workings of your metamorphosis.' The priestess' mind responded: 'Yes mistress. It feels like every cell in my body is experiencing their own mini-orgasms. And everytime they do, they twitch with pleasure and grow. Soon there will not be any uncorrupted cells left. I feel it dissolving my skull, entering my mind, erasing every part that make me, me. And it feels so right...'

"Aaaaaaaaah!" A loud moan escaped from the former priestess, accompanied by a large twitch of her entire body. 'I can feel it! I'm being consumed! I'm cumming!' Sarah heard all of this in her mind as she watched all of the growths, which by now were the size of melons, twitch and burst open. Sarah shielded her eyes with her arm as she felt spurts of warm goo land all over her naked form.

When the sounds of wet rupturing ceased, Sarah slowly lowerd her arm and looked upon a horrifying scene. Gone was the form of the priestess that once laid on the bed. No regognizable part remained of the Night Elf and instead the entire bed, the wall behind it and various other parts of the room were covered in a layer of purple slime. It had the exact same colouration the girl's skin used to have.

Sarah moved closer to the wall most covered in the stuff, wiping it from her body as best she could along the way. Standing close to the slimy wall, she noticed small crimson veins running along its surface. She could ever so slightly see it pulse. When she placed her hand upon the stuff, it didn't stick to her as she expected from it's slimy texture. Instead it felt like she was caressing someone's warm and supple skin. Ever so slightly, she could feel a heartbeat emanating from it.

The slime that had dropped from her body to the floor stretched out towards the wall as if it wanted to join the main area covered in this stuff. Sarah watched it converge as the crimson veins connected both tissues to eachother. Sarah attempted to reach out again, but this time found no consciouness reaching back, just a feint feeling of bliss and content.

She pulled back her hand and considered the implications for a moment. If her and Fendoriaen's theory on her being like a queen in a hive was correct, then this flesh covering the walls must be the start of the actual hive itself. Like the wax in a beehive. She wondered as to the properties the material might have and decided to experiment further.

But she also felt a tiredness hit her body. All this sex and magic had taken more of her reserves than she cared to admit, even in her now enhanced body. Sarah felt the mass of flesh beckon to her. She laid down on the bed. As she did so, she noticed that not only the bed's surface had been covered in the material, but the bed itself had started transforming too. As if the corrupted flesh could convert any organic matter, like the wood and cotton, to make more of itself.

She sighed contendly as she looked back on the day's events. It had started of as a nightmare. She had been violated by a mass of tentacles. She felt so helpless then. But as always Sarah had managed to turn the tables. She would not be a servant, but a mistress instead. One of her hands grabbed her still erect girlcock as the fingers of her other hand found their way to her sripping pussy.

The past few hours had been filled with debauchery and delight as she turned one after the other of these feeble Night Elves into her servants. Soon the entire temple would learn of her might. She would snatch priestesses and guards away and grow her army of corruption until none could resist her. Sarah felt herself getting close to cumming as she imagined the bodies of writhing and very pregnant Night Elves moaning on a bed of corrupted flesh.

She then imagined her friends falling to her might one by one. The pure Lirra with her tongue haning out of her mouth as she pushed Sarah's childeren from her womb. The lithe Melinae standing guard as she railed the perveted Monaa, impregnating her with more of her spawn. All while Lynnyssea worshipped not Elune, but her instead, tongue caressing the insides of her senisitive asshole. It was this image that finally allowed her to climax. Juices mingling and being absobed by the purple mass as Sarah drifted off to blissfull slumber.