The druid

Monaa slowly entered the large room. Her eyes immediatly sighted the druid, working with his flasks and ingredients near the centre of the room. She decided stealth was not an option, especially because she had no view of the large Night Elf she saw Sarah create. She decided to approach the druid and use deception to render him harmless instead.

"Good morning, sir druid," Monaa said, waving her hand as she approached the man. She tried not to squirm as she felt one of her corrupted egg cells make its way down towards her womb. "I couldn't fall asleep after I woke this morning, so I'd figure I might as well do something useful and check on my friend." Fendoriaen looked up from his work, startled at the sudden appearance of the Draenei woman.

"I belive the potion had the desired effect," he said, while quickly covering a small terrarium in front of him with a cloth. "She is resting right now, recovering her strength. It would be unwise to visit her at this point." Monaa pouted and moved closer to the Night Elf, standing at an arms length now. "Aw really? I was looking forward to cheering her up a bit," she lied.

Monaa felt the slug-like being inside her womb burst from its slimy shell. It didn't hurt, but Monaa seized the opportunity to start puttting her plan into motion. "Ugh!" she cried out, doubling over as if she had massive cramps. "What's wrong?" Fendoriaen asked, his interest suddenly peaking. "Must have been something I ate," Monaa said. "I've been having these cramps all morning. It's what woke me up so early in the first place."

"I might have a concoction that could help," Fendoriaen said. He started rummaging through his bottles, pretending as if he didn't exactly know which bottle he was gonna feed the mage. "Ah here it is." Fendoriaen picked up a bottle filled with a swirling dark liquid. Monaa instantly noted the similarity to her own corruptive juices. She realized what the druid was up to, although she could only guess to the mixture's exact purpuse.

"Please, have a seat," Fendoriaen said as he gestured to a nearby armchair. "The potion might make you a little woozy, before the healing effects kick in." Fendoriaen repressed a sinister smile, already fantasizing about all the experiments he and his queen could perform on the paralyzed Draenei. "Okay," Monaa replied. "Thank you for the help, sir druid. It is awful nice of you to help a stranger when you have patients of your own to deal with."

"Please, call me Fendoriaen," he replied as he handed Monaa the bottle. "Drink the entire bottle at once, if you will. The taste might be a bit... tangy, but I assure you it is most effective." Monaa raised the bottle to her lips. "Well bottoms up!," she said as she started gulping the liquid down. The taste was unmistakable. It was very close to what she had tasted of her own fingers and down between Melinae's legs.

Instantly, her muscles seized up. Monaa allowed to potion to put her in a state of paralysis, even though her body could easily remove the toxins. She didn't know the potions intended effect, so it was better to let it happen in order to be convincing. After only a few seconds she felt herself slump down into the chair. Confident that her act was convincing enough, she purged the toxins from her body.

"That worked quicker than expected," Fendoriaen remarked, his eyes glowing red now as the simple glamour he palced fell away. "Now before we do any experimentation or I call my queen here, let's have some full shall we." Fendoriaen moved closer to Monaa and caressed her face. "I've always thought you Dreanei women were so beautiful. Your bodies might be alien to me, but what man wouldn't be swayed by those perfect curves."

Monaa might have felt flattered if the Night Elf wasn't about to violate her body. She resented not being in control. But it couldn't be helped. In order for her plan to work, she had to remain completely limp. Fendoriaen started removing Monaa's robe, quickly noting she had neither panties nor a bra on. Her pussy was glistening with wetness. "I see you even came prepared," he chuckled as he pulled her robe over her head and threw it to the side.

He admired Monaa's body for a bit, removing his own robes while he did. He took his ect penis in his right hand and rubbed it against Monaa's pussy. "So wet already, even though you are completely at my mercy. Or perhaps... that is your fantasy?" He teased Monaa as he rubbed the head of his member up and down her sensitive lips, passing over his clit as he did so.

Deciding that teasing someone who could not say anything back or even moan was not very fun, he readied his cock at her dripping entance. With a single rough push, he hilted himsel fully inside Monaa's love canal. He grunted as the warmth and tightness of the paralyzed mage surrounded his sensitive dick. Slowly he pulled out, before roughly thrusting back in again. Soon he found a steady rhythm.

"Ugh, so tight... So good..." he moaned as he continued his violation. "Im getting close already." His breathing became heavier and his grunts increased in frequency as he pounded into the Dreanei below him. "Perhaps my queen will allow me to keep you as a personal cocksleeve, once we are done experimenting on you. Get ready slut, I'm about to paint your insides with my seed."

Fendoriaen grunted as he pushed himself againt the cervix of the powerless woman beneath him. He felt his penis twitch. But his moment of bliss was interrupted as he felt arms on his back and hooves on his ass. Monaa decided the moment had come and used her supernatural strength to lock the druid in place as he came inside her. "What the... oooooh..." Fendoariaen grunted as his orgasm kicked of proper.

"Aw, so cute." Monaa smiled as her eyes locked with Fendoriaen's. Her eyes had once more turned into their abysaal black colour. "You thought YOU were in control. Poor little druid. I've been in control since I entered this room. I can feel you shooting inside me. How about I return the favour?" Monaa willed the creature inside her to exit her womb.

As the slug slithered beyound the tight passage of her cervix, it immediately sensed an even tighter hole. It dove into the druid's tight urethra, changing widt for length as it slithered up the panicked Night Elf's body. "What the? Aaah!" Fendoriaen sensed the intrusion and attempted to pull away, but Monaa had her limbs locked tightly around his body.

"When my child is done with you, you will no longer serve that warlock bitch!" Monaa said with an intense look on her face. "She has always thought herself better than the rest of us. And now she seeks to take my gift, my Master's power, and use it for her own small-minded little goals. I will not allow it!" Monaa released the druid from her stranglehold, sensing her child was fully inside him at this point.

Fendoriaen fell abckwards onto the carpet as he watched Monaa rise from the chair, stretching her lims as she stepped closer to him. "Now I am curious as to what that stuck-up bitch did to you though. If she had only spread my gift, your eyes would not be glowing red." Monaa put both her hands on the sides of the man's face. Fendoriaen lifted his arms, attempting to push hers away, but his strength was failing him.

Monaa channeled some unknown magic through her hands as her eyes closed for a second. "Hmmm. Yes. I see. You lack a soul and she has put something else in its place. I regognize her magic. She has somehow managed to combine her own fel magic with my master's gift. As much as I'd hate to admit it, that is impressive." Monaa released the druid's head, satisfied at the answers her little spell had provided.