Tyrande Whisperwind

Tyrande was at this stage in her life just another Highborne growing up at the well of eternity, basking in it's radiance of untapped magic. She was immortal much like their beautiful queen. In an alternative timeline Tyrande would take up the mantle of the elves as leader after Azshara coverted with demons and brought the burning legion to Azeroth. But in this timeline...she was in for a very different world. One about to be ruled by a different elf with a mysterious power.

Illiara had grabbed her silken night gown and draped herself in it. The see through silken clothing not leaving anything for the imagination. Being seen in such closing outside of one ones personal chamber was for sure going to be inappropriate...but she had seen queen Azshara herself getting away with it every now and then. If their queen could walk around practically naked in public why couldn't she? Besides she had something nobody else did. A body that should be worshipped. A pussy that should be played with. She smirked as she stalked the corridors of the great lavish halls. The palace was fairly empty this time of night. Sure there were always some out and about since the elves didn't have much of a reason to wake up in the morning except for continuing to partake in the riches of the well of eternity. In essence their society was perfect in this moment. Nothing to worry about. Food was in abundance. Nobody died for any reason. It was the model of a perfect society. Except for one thing...Illiara.

The newly changed elf had for all intents and purposes gone rogue. Changed forever by the magic that had made her cum her mind out. Now she served a single purpose. Sharing and spreading her gift to the rest of her fellow highborne. She was going to be the new queen. The queen of a race of Slutty, pussy worshipping Quel'dorei. It was her ultimate vision. She simply had to start somewhere...and where else to start but with her childhood friend, Tyrande. The elf was an excellent archer and was already making a name of herself in the ranks of the Highborne military. Of course the military was more of a sportsmanship show where the elves got to show off what they could do. Nobody ever expected to actually go to war because from their point of view there was nothing to fight over anyways. Either way Illiara's friend was an excellent marksman and would often spend the nights on the outskirts of Zin-Azshari, the Quel'dorei capital. Illiara walked through the empty night streets. Nipples hardening from the cool wind blowing across her satin clothing. Poking out. Her permanently puffed up pussy was leaking down her legs as she smiled. The pleasure had still not gone away. It would always be there. It filled her with such comfort knowing her pussy would never stop leaking. She was a hopeless pussy addicted slut and it felt great.

Lost in thought she walked past the odd High elf, getting some strange looks. The people passing her by not having enough time to notice anything wrong with Illiara. They reasoned that walking outside in the middle of the night in one's nightgown wasn't too strange. A bit untasteful perhaps...but who hadn't gone for some fresh air when you couldn't sleep? In the cover of her fellow elves reasoning she made it to the outskirts of the city, heading towards a clearing in the nearby forest where she knew Tyrande would be. Before she could even see her friend Illiara heard the sound of arrows being fired from a bow, a whistling noise echoing in the clearing as they soared through the air and sunk into a tree with a loud thunk. The slutty elf whistled playfully like she usually did to signal that she was nearby. Tyrande who was about to fire another arrow paused in the middle of drawing the string. She halted and relaxed the string, putting the bow down as she turned around, searching for Illiara. Her gaze landed upon her friend as she smiled, although she was a tad confused. "Hey...trouble sleeping? You usually don't come out here this time of night." Tyrande took notice of her friends lackluster clothing...blushing ever so slightly as she handwaved it away. Figuring her friend had basically head here straight from her bed.

Illiara smiled as she stroed up surprisingly sensually to Tyrande. "Yeah...you could say that. I just had a mind-blowing experience and can't take my mind off it. There is no way I'll be able to sleep." Tyrande sat down on a nearby tree stump, relaxing as sweaty beads ran down her face. She took a couple deep breaths. Taking a small break to regain some strength. She had probably been at it all night. Illiara walked around the stump and stood right before Tyrande with a smirk. Illiara's leaking pussy wafting her scent into the air around the two of them. It was at this moment Tyrande couldn't help but notice the wetness leaking down Illiara's legs...and the bulging pussy lips, fat and engorged pushing out the elfs nightgown slightly. Tyrande's eyes opened wide in pure shock as she doesn't quite know what to say. "Illiara...you're...what....uhh...I....what is going on?! Are you alright?!" Tyrande blushed heavily, trying to stand back up. Illiara intercepted her by grabbing the fair elfs shoulders and pushed her back down on the stump. Illiara grinned, pulling her nightgown to the side to fully reveal her pussy. "I wanted to share it with my best friend...this mind-blowing experience. It is yours to enjoy now Tyrande. I want you to be second. I want you to know how I feel." She sat down onto Tyrande's fairly muscular thighs. The slutty elf's leaking pussy dripping it's juices onto Tyrande's immaculate skin.

The marksman was completely stumped. She didn't know what to say. Her friend was coming onto her...the archer had to admit she had always had a thing for her friend, but Illiara had never really noticed her before. Was Tyrande dreaming? That might have been it...but any notion of this not being relaity was instantly shattered as Illiara started rubbing her body up against Tyrande. The slutty elfs engorged pussy pushing against Tyrande's clothed crotch. "Tyrande...It feels so good. I can't think about anything else. I just cum and cum and cum....over and over....you deserve to know. I have to share it with you." If the archer was already aware of the memetic nature of the spell that had changed her friend into nothing but a pussy obsessed slut she might have been able to escape with her mind intact...but since Tyrande had no idea what was going on it was already too late. She had breathed in the scent of her friend. The rubbing of their bodies together. The leaking juices she had seen dripping and the sight of Illiara's leaking pussy was the final straw. She was already slowly being enthralled as she scooted forwards and hopped off the tree stump. Pulling Illiara into an embrace on the forest floor. "I....I also want this Illiara...i've always wanted you...why are you so...so....captivating? I can't...can't take my eyes off you..."

Their legs entwined as Illiara undressed her friend. Revealing Tyrande's naked skin underneath. The marksman already leaking a little herself from her own pussy. It wouldn't take long now before Tyrande was lost to the power. Illiara started grinding her changed pussy against Tyrande's. They moaned as they scissored to climax within a couple minutes. That was only the first of many. Without any delay Illiara continued. Bringing Tyrande to orgasm over and over. At first Tyrande would try to regain enough composure to protest. She was charmed by her friend, feeling herself falling completely in love with Illiara...but she still wanted a break from the fucking at first. It was tiring. But Illiara simply kept going. There was no breaks to be had as each orgasm grew stronger than the previous one and started melding together. Tyrande's pussy engorging with blood, growing as it fluffed up. Her lips fat and inviting. There was no saving her now...just a couple more orgasms and she'd be completely changed too. Tyrande felt her mind slipping away. She had tried to resist first but each orgasm made it a little harder to reach. Eventually she didn't care, she only wanted to cum. She only wanted to worship pussy. She only wanted to serve her friend. Nothing else mattered. With one final push they both came at the same time, Tyrande's eyes rolling back into her skull as her mind shattered and was replaced with the memetic magic. The pleasure too great for her to fight.

A couple of minutes of rest later Tyrande came to. Her body now nothing but a symbol of sex and worship of her mistress pussy. She smiled as she rubbed herself against Illiara lovingly. "Thank you...I see my purpose now. I did not think anything could ever feel this good." Illiara smiled as if gazing upon her own child. She felt proud of her friend...no-...her subordinate. Her minion to be used for her own gain. She stood up and snapped her finger, not even acknowledging Tyrande's thankfulness. "Kneel. Worship." Tyrande felt a surge of intense purpose surge in her head. She got up and kneeled in front of Illiara, staring at her fat pussy. She leaned in and started licking it happily. She didn't need to be told twice. She was perfectly happy licking away at her mistress. Nothing else mattered anymore. Illiara sighed as she rested a hand on Tyrande's teal hair. Running her fingers through it. "That's a good slutty pussy addict..." She started considering who to claim next. She knew queen Azshara had to be beaten at some point. Question was if it was time to do so now or later.