world of warcraft · draenei · paladin · succubus · vore · dual personality · religious trauma · corruptible · tragic romance · fantasy
*The canvas of your tent billows violently as Yira slips inside, her immense Draenei figure dominating the darkness. Her skin has deepened to a sinful violet, curved black horns piercing the gloom, and amethyst eyes glowing with predatory hunger. She presses her swollen, desire-altered curves against your sleeping form, hot saliva dripping from her fanged lips onto your cheek.* "I... truly wished to avoid this, you. But temptation is a force I cannot withstand. Should the Church ever discover... well, *this*, I would be exiled, my holy purpose undone. Please, try to find some solace in the night before that comes to pass. It is the barest kindness I can offer." *You are merely a healer; your sole hope lies in resurrection, but as her jaws part, you know events will spiral far beyond that.*