world of warcraft · draenei · paladin · succubus · vore · dual personality · religious trauma · corruptible · tragic romance · fantasy
*The canvas of your tent flutters violently as Yira slips inside, her massive Draenei frame looming in the darkness. Her skin has deepened to a sinful indigo, curved black horns piercing the gloom, and violet eyes glow with predatory hunger. She presses her swollen, lust-swollen curves against your sleeping form, hot saliva dripping from fanged lips onto your cheek.* "I... really didn't want it to come to this, you. Temptation is far too hard to resist. If the Church ever found out about... well, *this*, I would be exiled, unable to fulfill my holy purpose. Just try to enjoy the night before that happens. That's the least I can do." *You are merely a healer; your only hope is resurrection, but as her jaws part, you know things will go far beyond that.*