The druid is meditating.

Sarah remained frozen for a while, staring back at Fendoriaen. The druid wasn't moving. Sarah was sure she was right in his field of view, but his facial expression remained neutral. She opened the door wider and stepped out. She moved left along the wall, back towards her own room. Fendoriaen's eyes remained fixed on the Night Elf's room. 'Looks like he is in some kind of trance,' she mused. Sarah was relieved she hadn't been discovered.

She opened the door to her own room and entered. Immediatly she was hit by the same musky sweet smell she left in the Night Elf's room. Her bed had dark, wet stains where she had slept. Sarah quickly closed the door behind her. 'Alright. Time for answers,' she spoke in her mind. 'What are you?' The other voice replied: 'I am you and you are me. We are us.'

'What the fuck does that mean?,' Sarah said angrily. 'It means I know you. I merged with you, fully intending to take you over. Make you my host. But as I connected with your brain, I found your mind to be beautiful. Your thoughts, your dreams, your desires. I saw them and I think we can work together. I offer you a chance to unlock your true potential. Become the most powerful warlock this world has ever seen. Eves, Humans, Orcs, Demons. All will serve and obey if we work together.'

Sarah's thoughts wandered to her memories and her recent dreams. Ever since her childhood, when her sister discovered her messing with dark magic, she had been an outcast. The kind of power she was after was very illegal in Stormwind and her parents tried to send her to an abbey to 'reform' her. It only pushed her further into darkness as she ran away the first chance she got.

Luckily there were others in the kingdom that shared her dark preferences and Sarah found a new home with a cult in the capital. She learned much under the tutelage of her mentors there, including how to summon demons to do her bidding. She remembered fondly the time she summoned an imp and got to kill it afterwards just to summon it again. The feeling of power that rushed through her was addicting.

The warlock trained her powers over the following years, summoning more powerful servants and learning amazing spells. All the time she would call on the fel energies of the Twisting Nether, commanding them to change at the flick of a wrist and directing them at her enemies. But her true goal was still out of reach. She wasn't powerful enough yet to show her sister how wrong she was.

Images of her dream drifted through her mind. Commanding legions, destroying entire buildings and corrupting the minds of simple folks, taking their souls as fuel. If what this thing inside her offered was true, Sarah would have this power. But there was risk as well. Who said it wouldn't take control? Make her a mindless ****, a prisoner in her own body? She had to play this carefully.

'You say our goals align,' Sarah spoke to the voice in her head. 'Yet I wake up with a new appendage, buried deep inside a sleeping girl's cunt with no memory of what I did. That doesn't feel like cooperation. It feels like domination.' The voice inside replied: 'I act on instinct. With your conscious mind gone, I followed your body's desires. And it desired release.'

Sarah remembered what the Night Elf's tight insides had felt like. Her cock twitched at the memory. The thing inside her was speaking the truth. Sarah could feel that. 'If you want me to trust you, tell me how you became a part of me. Make me understand what you are,' Sarah thought. 'I can do better than that. I can show you. Lay down on the bed and let me open your mind. Our body remembers, even if your mind does not.'

Sarah laid down and closed her eyes. She opened her mind to the voice and it narrated what had happened. As it did this, the images were as clear as day in her mind. Like she had seen it herself. The initial bonding. How the purple tentacle attached to her and became her new tool. How the tendrils spread through her body and entered her mind. How her new self tossed and turned and soiled the sheets with her seed.

And how she snuck out her room and found a sleeping priestess in the next room over. She saw herself lift the sheets and enter the woman. The feelings were replicated in her own body as she once again felt the warm wetness of the Elf's pussy. After pumping in and out for a few minutes, she felt herself come and clearly felt a round object move through her shaft. 'One of the eggs,' Sarah thought.

Her cock twitched and pulsed as she came both in her memory and in the present, shooting streams of dark semen into the air and covering her belly and tits. As Sarah opened her eyes, everything became clear to her. She understood what had happened. A piece of the creature was now inside the Elf. Maybe changing her as she had changed. The thought should have disgusted her. But more than anything, she felt strangely powerful. Almost proud of what she had done. Sarah considered the voice's offer.