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Touched by the Temple

By Honey J. Hyde

Once a firm believer in Kael'thas's promise of a new life in Outland, Sintra joined the expedition into the shattered world. There, she was trained in the arts of holy combat and quickly became one of the most proficient Blood Knights of Kael'thas's army. Instrumental in helping to secure the Mechanar during the Tempest Keep Campaign, her prowess in battle and tactics was unmatched.

Until Jano Silentstalker.

Sintra caught his eye during the Mechanar attack. The warrior captain was enraptured with her grace in combat...and her curves outside of combat. When Sintra rebuffed him, he flew into a rage. She didn't hesitate to quickly put him in his place...violently. And before the bruises had healed, he went to the High Astromancer...who fancied Jano Silentstalker herself.

As Kael'thas's agreement with Illidan came to fruition, Illidan made a unique request...for a group of female elves to join him in the Black Temple for a special assignment. Upon the High Astromancer's suggestion, Sintra was one of these subjects, though she didn't discover the High Astromancer's role until years later.

And when she and the others came there, they were escorted to a luxurious set of chambers, filled with soft veils, quiet corners, beautiful gardens and gentle beds. It was a strange, almost surreal sight within the dark halls of the Black Temple, but its appeal was unmistakable.

Already there were stunningly beautiful creatures of every race there, enjoying each other's company. Many of the blood elves quickly took to their new home, believing it to be a reward for service to Kael'thas. Little did they know that the Den of Mortal Delights was already working its insidious magic on them.

Over the course of three months, most of the blood elves started to show strange symptoms. Obsessive behavior, personality changes, even altered memories. There were even things Sintra heard in the night that she couldn't quite believe.

The Blood Knight was one of the few who kept to her strict regiment of training and discipline, even in the midst of their falling comrades. It was during one of these exercises when a captain, Janess Fireblade, spoke to the few remaining about what she had witnessed last night.

A blood elf priest by the name of Tinnan had been...servicing...one of the attendants. And while in the grip of passion, Tinnan changed, batlike wings bursting from her back, her chest swelling, her body becoming even more sensual than before.

With this haunting image hovering over them, Captain Fireblade planned their escape.

The next day, an announcement was read to the entire population of the Den: in three days time, their special purpose for coming here would be revealed.

That night, fifteen blood elves crept from their quarters within the Den of Mortal Delights. They managed to rappel down the side of the Black Temple...but passing through one of the broken outcroppings, they came upon a small army of succubi and half-succubi...many of which still wore their long, tapered ears.

Immediately, two of the women at their rear transformed. Their bodies burst from the tight confines of their clothes. They did not possess all the attributes that most of the succubi before them...but they were close enough.

The battle was short. Within minutes, Sintra, Janess and the others were overwhelmed. Each of them knew it was a lost battle the moment they drew their weapons. But they couldn't help but try.

But they failed.

Led by the two traitors who had secretly given themselves over to the Black Temple, the rebels were brought back into the Den of Mortal Delights.

There, they were met by a massive shivarra, Mother Shahraz. The shivarra cooed over them, smiling and studying them, stroking her six hands over each of their bodies.

"Lord Illidan has entrusted us to be his first vanguard against the coming storm. Even now, Hellfire is under assault by a reawakened Dark Portal. We are to be the whispers in the ears of these new people, molding them and touching them, guiding them into doing what our Master desires."

The shivarra laughed at this. "Already, many of your sisters have accepted their gifts. They have been rewarded with new life, new powers and new pleasures. But you lot have rejected these wonderful treasures."

Mother Shahraz clucked her tongue. "This simply will not do. You don't seem to understand what we offer you. So, we shall reach within every one of you and find one secret desire, one dark longing, one guilty pleasure. And we shall give you that dream in all its glory."

Mother Shahraz's eyes landed upon Captain Fireblade

Janess looked up defiantly at her, her golden hair sparkling in the subtle light of the Den. Sintra thought she saw a tremble in the woman's hands. Janess was slim and petite, having very little of the figure that most of the others had been "gifted" with.

Though the shivarra mistress had her swords on her back, she did not use them. She instead knelt down and smiled at Janess. The blood elf stiffened as the shivarra ran one finger lazily along her delicate jaw. There was a strange sense of distortion as the shivarra shrank, her height becoming slightly taller than Janess herself.

A warm smile played across her lips one final time.

And then to Sintra's shock, Shahraz kissed Janess full on the mouth.

Janess's protest lasted only seconds. She tried to push away the shivarra, but the moment her hands reached Shahraz, they were caressing her, touching her, running along her full frame.

Sintra watched as the captain began to transform before her very eyes. Her skin quickly lost is peach hue, becoming a violent purple. Her ears shrank back into her head and horns grew in their place. For a moment, she stumbled as something happened to her legs. Then Sintra realized the truth as hooves exploded out of her boots...she was transforming into a Draenei.

The shivarra "helped" Janess out of her armor...though her rapidly swelling body did most of the work for Shahraz. A few of the other blood elves gasped in shock...while a few others moaned in longing. The sound touched parts of Sintra's core she didn't want to think about.

And with one final lingering kiss, Shahraz disconnected from the transformed Janess, who instantly collapsed into a moaning heap. She looked down at the nude Draenei and smiled. The changed Janess was flushed and sweating, her bosom heaving with every gasp of lust-filled breath.

"I never would have believed it...but this is what you wanted, wasn't it?"

Janess nodded, unable to speak. Her eyes were still at Shahraz's feet.

"Since the first moment you saw them, you thought them beautiful? Alluring?"

Another nod.

"And deep in the night, when you were alone in your chambers, you writhed at the thought of supple and exotic draenei women touching you in all those secret places you so desperately wanted, but refused to admit."

Janess shuddered, a tiny cry of pleasure escaping her lips.

"And now that you wear their body?" cooed the shivarra. "What now?"

Janess pulled herself into a kneeling position, her head bowed, her body trembling. One of her hands idly traced her swollen bosom.

"I wish to serve, Mother."

A triumphant grin flashed on the shivarra's face.

"Excellent," proclaimed Shahraz. "And you shall serve. I promise you rapture beyond description. I shall teach you myself, my dear. But there is one last thing we must do."

"Mother?"

"Help your sisters embrace their true selves. I have granted you to power to find their secret longings and to bring them out."

The transformed elf came to her feet unsteadily, still gloriously naked, still the focus of every eye in the room.

"Will you help me in this?" Shahraz asked.

"With pleasure, Mother," Janess breathed in her new husky voice.

Sintra stiffened, half terrified, half captivated. The others around her stiffened as well, though when she glanced around her, not all of them had stiffened in fear.

Janess turned to face Sintra. Her eyes still glowed brilliant green even in her new delicate draenei face. There was none of the stern hardness left in her features, none of the strength from battle and war. Sintra tried to see something of Captain Fireblade within the creature sauntering toward her, but there was nothing there, save for a small red pearl necklace that had managed to survive the transformation.

"Janess?" Sintra whispered. "You..."

The nude draenei put a finger to her thick lips. She smiled. "It's okay, Sintra. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you."

For a moment, Sintra realized Janess was still in there, somehow resisting whatever power the shivarra held over her.

Behind Janess, Mother Shahraz had embraced another blood elf, a mage named Ter'azzi. Already, the mage was bucking in the throws of ecstasy as her body was reshaped with every brush of the shivarra's hands.

"Then we need to get out of here," Sintra hissed. "I think I can still fight...can you?"

"Oh, I can still fight," Janess assured her, now only a foot away. "I just don't really see any need to."

The blood knight turned and tried to block her. But the thing that had been Janess was too fast. Too fast by far. Before she even had her arm halfway up, Janess's hand was on her chest. A burning delicious heat raced into her body from her hand and Sintra's will began to seep away.

"No..." she whispered, trying to pry Janess's hand away. "Fight this...I will...fight this..."

Janess giggled. "It just makes it all the sweeter."

She felt something uncurl in the back of her mind, like a flower facing the first rays of the sun. Only that sun was Janess, probing her thoughts, touching her memories. It was as if she was gently caressing the leather spines of the books along a long library shelf.

Janess found whatever she was looking for. Sintra felt her soft giggle echo through her mind as Janess pulled out the book and brushed through the pages of memory.

"Perfect," she whispered.

Sintra felt herself being drawn into the memories Janess now held. The pull was as impossible to resist as a dingy caught in the Maelstrom. Memories flooded back to her, memories thick with dust...but still just as potent.

When she had first begun training in the ways of the warrior, Sintra had spent months at a time sequestered in the beautiful libraries of Silvermoon. She had studied all she could about the art of combat. She learned of how to construct and shape metal to craft the perfect weapons and tools. But the librarians of Silvermoon had tiny secrets...secrets that Sintra had come across purely on accident.

It was a romance novel, written by a woman with far too much free time on her hands and far too little time in a bedroom. It told of a great Tauren chieftain and his quest to find the perfect mate for his small clan. Sintra had read of tauren from history books centuries if not millennia old. She had thought them mostly a myth. But something about this story captured her imagination...and fired it.

Janess didn't hesitate. Using her newfound corrupted power, she threw Sintra into the story.

The Tauren chief could not find any worthy within the neighboring villages. There was not a single female who stirred his passions. He searched from north to south, from east to west, but though many were presented to him, he found none his equal in thought, wit and cunning.

After a great storm, he came upon the wreck of a small ship against the coast of Kalimdor. There, a slight pale creature with golden hair and delicate, pointed ears, was barely clinging to life. The Tauren was moved by pity and decided to help the poor creature.

He brought her back to his village and with the help of the elder shaman, nursed her back to health. He found something strangely alluring about this thin rail of a creature washed up upon his shore.

When the woman woke, he was surprised to find she knew of his kind. She praised their ways, admiring their following of the will of the Earth Mother in all things. She spoke of the strength of their bodies and their minds, the determinations of their spirit and the passion in which they fought.

Several weeks passed and nearly every night, the Tauren and the woman stayed late into the night, speaking of many things. Sometimes they spoke of her mystical homeland and the great spires that loomed over the golden forests. Sometimes they would speak of the nomadic hunts of the spring and of the glory of honoring the Tauren's ancestors.

It was one of these nights when the centaurs attacks. A silent raiding band of the filthy creatures struck without warning, cutting down several sentries before they could shout the alarm. Within minutes, half the village was in flame. They both rushed out of the Tauren's tent. He ordered her to retreat, but she flipped her hair back over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling and refused.

The two fought side by side, him wielding his father's great hammer, her wielding the fury of the arcane. Though there were three score of centaurs, the Tauren and the woman struck them down, from near and far.

When the sun came up, not a single Tauren life had been spent. Those who had been wounded in the initial attack had been healed by the wise old female shaman. And between the chief and the woman, they counted more than twenty kills together.

In time, the two grew close. The Tauren found wisdom in the woman's keen intellect and quick spirit, while the woman found strength and furious passion in the Tauren. But they were too different to become lovers, though they craved it. When the woman finally approached him as the moon rose over the valley, the Tauren refused her advances. The Tauren was worried she was too slight and he would hurt her in the throes of passion. And he loved her too much to risk her pain.

So the woman sought the help of a the wise old shaman of the clan, a woman who knew the way of all things. She fell to her knees, begging for something to allow her to be with her beloved. The shaman looked down upon her and was moved. She called forth ten nursing mothers of the tribe and asked them each for a vial of their milk. She combined this with the purest water and the petals of a single rose from the top of Stonetalon Peak.

With strict instructions to take only a few sips before she saw the Tauren Chieftain, the shaman sent the young woman on her way. That night, the woman was so excited, she drank nearly half of the potion before entering her beloved's tent, nude as the day she was born.

She begged him for a chance to please him, as his humble servant, to demonstrate her love and devotion to the strong male. Though she admitted they could not consummate their passion, she wanted to give him this as a gift.

The Tauren could not deny her, for he hungered for her as much as she did for him. She began to touch his hard body, coaxing him into passions. But with each touch, her own body began to change. They were both so lost in the heat of the moment that neither of them realized it until the magic had taken root deep within her.

As his bellow of passion echoed over the village at her deft touch, the woman was surprised by his sudden explosion and found herself tasting him for the first time. Instantly, the power of the potion took on a new strength.

The Tauren looked up at her body silhouetted in the firelight. This was no waif of a female that stood over him, having brought him such ecstasy.

The Tauren jumped to his feet in shock and wonder at his beloved's new appearance. An enormous bosom and wide hips, as wide as any tauren female. A long tail twitched from between her legs and two large bull-like horns curved from her golden hair. All across her body, faint splotches of white and black mottled her peach skin. Sweet milk dripped from the transformed woman's teats, making dark spots on the floor. The woman stared down at herself, a thousand emotions fighting for dominance in her face.

She looked up into her beloved's eyes as asked in a quiet, timid voice, if she pleased him.

There was a long pause between the lovers.

Then he swept her up in an embrace that left her gasping. Within minutes she was astride him, howling in pleasure as he thrust into her innermost parts. He drank deeply of her bosom, which never seemed to dry of milk. Their bodies burned with smoldering heat, stoked by their longings.

They spent in the night in the throes of hungry passion, basking in the delights the woman's new body. The woman's desire never abated, fanned by the powerful effects of the potion. It was only when dawn was finally breaking over the valley walls they fell into an exhausted heap, their arms around one another, sated smiles on their lips.

The next morning, after several more passionate bouts, they both went to the wise old shaman. They asked about the transformation...and why did she have such a unique shape.

After discussing the events leading to the transformation, the shaman realized that the chief's seed had altered the potion. Where once it had been simply focused to give her the body of a compatible female, it was now bonded directly to the chieftain.

The chieftain and the woman looked at one another and to the old shaman's amusement, they actually blushed.

The woman the transformation was permanent. The shaman shook her head, telling the woman that she would return to her normal form in time.

The woman was crestfallen. Tears falling from her face, she asked what would happen if she took the rest of the potion.

The shaman looked worried, but was honest and told her she didn't know. The mother's milk was the strongest ingredient of the potion, which is why her bosom could not run dry. She could take the full form of a tauren female. She may wear the same form she did now. There was no way to tell, but the shaman was certain it would be impossible for the changes to subside if she did.

The two went back to the chieftain's tent in a deep silence. There, the woman showed the chieftain the vial and asked what she should do.

"I shall delight in you no matter the body you wear, beloved," the chieftain responded. "Though I am saddened if I cannot be your mate for all time. Yet I know what this would cost if you did this thing."

The woman looked at the vial, then to the male she had made love to through the night. Her eyes drifted to the dress she had arrived in this strange land with, bright gold and red.

"But if I do not take this, the cost is too great for me to bear," she said.

Before the Tauren could say anything further, she drank the full contents of the vial in one great gulp. It fell with a thud to the ground as it slipped from her fingers.

Her body was wracked with spasms. The chieftain cried her name, worried something horrible would happen. But before he could call for the shaman, the woman interrupted him, getting out a protest.

And then, once more, she changed.

Beneath her first bosom grew a second, slightly smaller set of breasts. A third one joined them after a few moments. Within a minute, each was leaking the sweet milk the Tauren had come to crave in the night. The horns on her head grew to the same size as his. Her hair became shaggy, though it did not lose its golden luster. She gained thickness in her waist and body, but it was not the thickness of weight, but the thickness of a body well adjusted.

When the final changes hit, the woman cried out in delirious passion as pleasure coursed through her entire body. Bursts of milk exploded from her bosoms, splashing again him and dribbling down the Tauren's massive chest.

Then the heat struck her. The desire, the hunger...it burned inside of her, an unquenchable fire. Only one thought burned through her mind at that moment...she needed him.

She knocked him to the floor and flung herself atop him, a creature driven by something primal, almost feral. The need to mate filled her heart and mind.

This time, the passions lasted for more than just one night.

The old shaman performed the bonding ceremony that spring. The mothers of the village each had contributed to the woman's unique dress, specially fitted for her swollen bosoms. Even under the great tree in the center of the village, small spots were appearing on the front of the gown.

The woman had been afraid that the other tauren females would not accept her, but nothing could be further than the truth. The shaman's potion had bound her not only to the chieftain, but also to each mother who gave of her milk to give her this new body. And when she acted as a wet nurse to the babes, she found herself overwhelmed by contentment of having a young life suckling from her.

Indeed, in the months that followed her change, she found herself to be the village's new treasure. The Earth Mother's gift had allowed her to help feed the village during the hard winter. All partook in her bounty, though desire her constant needs, none had their way with her aside from her beloved. Though there were a few rumors from time to time about who else her beloved allowed into the room.

The shaman spoke the blessing of the Earth Mother over both of them. She spoke of the vision she had three nights before the chieftain had come across the tiny-boned elf woman. The Earth Mother had revealed that the chief's love would not come from the tauren, but from the outside, who would be given the bounty of their people and give herself wholly to the clan's cause.

The woman cried in joy, happy to have found a home and a lover as she embraced her bondmate.

And that night, with the blessing upon them, the Earth Mother granted them their first child. She was born of full tauren blood, though she had her mother's golden hair. All of their many children had their mother's golden hair. And all of them were strong, cunning and beautiful. Each grew strong in the Earth Mother's service. Some were shaman, some mages, some warriors. But all were born good-hearted and good-natured. All were beloved by the clans. And they strengthened the Tauren people.

As for the woman, her hunger for her beloved was never truly sated. After many years and many happy children, they would still retire every night to their chamber and bask in the undying fire of their love.

The love that was born in wreck and battle, in milk and passion.

In the space of a heartbeat, Sintra returned to herself. She blinked in confusion, trying to remember who she was and where she was. She looked around and realized only a few seconds had passed.

She looked at Janess's face, smiling warmly. The blood knight paled, feeling something twist inside her as all memory returned in a rush. Dread tickled down Sintra's back.

"You...you just made me relieve that entire thing," Sintra said, wishing her voice didn't sound so husky. "I saw...I saw it. Saw it all...just like I always imagined it..."

"Oh yes," cooed Janess. "Yes indeed. Who would have known you had such a little fetish."

"You can't be serious," she whispered. It was barely audible over the cries of passion from the women being seduced around her. She didn't hear a single sound of protest. "You can't be."

"Look around you," Janess said, gesturing wide with her sculpted violet arms. "Tell me what you see."

Sintra did, trying to ignore the strange sensations running through her chest.

Everywhere she looked, acts of pure sensuality were being committed. A succubus was feasting between the legs of a petite elf mage, a timid girl whose name Sintra couldn't remember. With every new taste, the woman cried a little louder...and her flat chest grew a little more.

Mother Shahraz had two elves in her grasp, each one being caressed by three hands at once. The elves shuddered and cried in ecstasy. One of them was already half-transformed into something that reminded Sintra of a worgen, while the other was transforming into a lesser shivarra.

"We are the lucky ones," Janess said, tracing a finger along Sintra's chest. "You see, most of the rest will remain as they are. Full blood elves, but with an unquenchable thirst for pleasure and passion. Those who thought to escape...those are the ones that Shahraz truly wanted...the spirited ones. The passionate ones..."

Redina, a talented shadow priest, was intertwined with Hannet, a fire mage. Sintra knew Redina had a male lover working on the construction of the new Mana Forges and Hannet had sworn off pleasures of the flesh when Silvermoon fell. Neither had ever shown the slightest interest in women. Now...they looked as if they had been lovers for years. Redina screamed as Hannet brought her to climax solely by caressing her supple chest with her swift fingers and swifter tongue.

Sintra looked back to Janess, who seemed to be waiting for something.

"You've done well," Janess said with an approving nod. "You've resisted far better than anyone else here."

The blood knight felt another twinge inside of her. Beneath her hands, she felt her nipples thicken and swell. She tried to ignore the thrill it gave her.

"I...won't....let...you..." Sintra said, clutching her chest as if trying to force the changes back into herself. "You won't win..."

The newly-born draenei smiled again, but this smile was one laced with mischief.

"So strong, so fierce...so determined. We two will be the Mother's greatest concubines."

"Never," spat Sintra.

"Such resolve...I wonder if I should test it further..."

Janess traced a finger along Sintra's neck, sending lines of goosebumps running down her shoulders.

"Your sisters have all surrendered to their passions," Janess whispered as she walked around her. Her words rose and fell with the cries echoing through the chambers. "Even I have. And I say that it feels so wonderful. I can't wait to see what this body can really do."

Janess trailed a finger down Sintra's buttocks. Something behind her twitched. She didn't think about it. She refused to think about it.

"I can feel the need growing in you...the need to...shall we say...express yourself?"

Sintra shook her head, using every bit of willpower she possessed to not start fondling her breasts right there in the middle of the room.

Janess returned to in front of her, tapping her finger on her mouth. "You are exquisite. An amazing specimen. I wonder how long you can hold out?"

The need was _screaming_inside of her. It was like trying to hold back an ocean with a piece of paper.

"Part of me wants to watch...just watch you...as you fight," Janess continued as she caressed one of her own breasts. "But another part of me...is desperate to see how you turn out."

"Stay away...from me," Sintra groaned as she staggered backwards.

It was a mistake. The movement distracted her for just a moment.

The motion loosed something inside of her and she cried out as twin blasts of pleasure erupted on her head. She felt her hair twitch and sway. Fearfully, she ran a hand along the top of her head. Two delicate horns...like that of a cow...stood there now.

Janess sauntered forward, every movement promising unending pleasure and delirious passion.

"Stay--" Sintra couldn't say the next word. A pressure built within her chest.

"I can feel it blossoming inside of you. I can't wait to taste you."

"You'll...you'll never--ahhh..." One of her hands betrayed her and gently sauntered along her left breast, already straining against the fabric of her dress. "I...I won't--"

"I wonder what we can do with you..." Janess giggled. "Can you imagine? Each one touched in some way...each one capable of transforming another. You might be our greatest instrument."

Sintra took another step back. She felt the stitching on her dress began to stretch.

"Oh yes," Janess continued, biting her lip as her eyes danced. "Imagine that anyone who drinks from you...their own need to feed others grow. With every new lover, you have another supplier..."

Sintra stumbled into someone. She managed to keep her footing and glanced behind her. Looking down, she saw Ter'azzi sitting up, her legs splayed wide as Hannet feasted upon her. Redina was between them both, suckling on Ter'azzi's blue breasts while caressing Hannet's deepest parts.

"It's not polite to stare," Janess whispered in her ear. "But they don't mind..."

Sintra tried to pry her eyes away from the sight, but she couldn't. She didn't even remember turning around to face the lovers.

"In fact, I think they like it. They like having people watch them share their hunger," Janess continued, her arms slipping around Sintra's waist. "I admit that I can't wait to dance for anyone who would enjoy it."

"That's...not..." The words turned to mumbles. Sintra forgot what she was going to say.

"Think about it...their eyes feasting on you...demanding that you to remove anything that stands between their eyes and your skin."

Janess's fingers found the first clasp on Sintra's gown. With the twitch of her delicate fingers, it snapped open.

"You feeling the thrill as you tease them into a frenzy," Janess continued. "Until the familiar need grows in you."

Another clasp. Another twitch.

A brush of warm air ran against Sintra's chest, not quite free from the confines of her dress.

"Tell me what need grows in you," Janess whispered.

The voice seemed to be coming from everywhere, whispered in the cries around her. It even echoed in her mind. Surely it had really been her own thought?

"Confess your need and you will be free," Janess encouraged.

She gently ran her tongue against her ear. Her hands were simply resting on Sintra's bosom. They were just there...as a reminder. Nothing more.

"I..."

"Say it...and you may do it."

"I need...

Sintra's thoughts were a whirl. Nothing was clear. There was a screaming in her head, a desire, a fire. It was burning inside of her. It was in her chest, in her bosom, aching, begging to be released. The need was impossible to resist. It filled her, pressed against her body.

"Release yourself."

Her mind was deluged with images. Imagines that she knew were memories. All the fantasies she had late a night after reading the story yet again. Of her riding a strong man as they drank from her overflowing teats. Of being taken from behind as the milker tried to drain her. Of lips on every thick milky teat on her body, drinking from her, being nourished, being changed....

"I need to..."

Janess's hands crept toward the centers of Sintra's bosom, to the erect nubs there just under the thin cloth.

"I need to...to..."

Janess's fingers brushed Sintra's nipples.

The touch lasted a mere heartbeat and it was as soft as a wind from a butterfly's wings. It shouldn't have done anything.

But it did everything.

Sintra screamed and arched her back.

Her dress exploded open.

They instant her swelling bosom hit the warm air, an eruption of milk burst from her breasts.

A great gout splashed over the interwined blood elf girls, who stopped just long enough to taste it. They looked up in wonder at Sintra, but she had already turned around and faced Janess.

Janess took a step back, not in fear, but to better see the transformation.

Sintra's hands couldn't stop themselves. One began to knead a bosom, while the other one plunged beneath the stretched hem of her dress.

She moaned in delirious delight as her bosom expanded, becoming easily the largest in the room, but utterly defying any sense of gravity. Waves of pleasure washed over her as her body compensated for the change in proportions. Her hips and rear swelled, giving her an hourglass shape and shredding the dress even further.

Her resistance was washed away in a tidal wave of pleasure and milk.

Milk dribbled down her front. From the one she was working, it came forth like a fountain, while the other still splashed down her body, soaking her dress and the floor beneath her.

Beneath the milk-coated skin, two nubs appeared and quickly swelled. Sintra's mouth opened in a silent shout of pleasure and her back arched again as her second set of breasts appeared. On her new frame, they looked like they belonged there.

They were just as full of milk as the first set. And by the time the third and final set had appeared, her front was almost entirely white with the sweet tasting liquid.

When the final set of breasts had grown to their proper size, Sintra collapsed onto her knees. She let out a howl and fell forward, her hands out to break her fall. The bits of fabric that had been the ornate dress fell away as her rear swelled a little more and a great cow tail burst from her spine. Her horns finished growing in and her naked skin took on a strange black and white pattern.

On her arm, the symbol of what was obviously a cowbell appeared in a flash of green fire. It obviously did not hurt, since Sintra moaned again as it settled upon her flesh.

And then, there was a pause.

Sintra knelt there, on her hands and knees, breathing heavily as milk dripped from her six teats. They could only be teats now, since the words nipple and breast were wholly inadequate to describe them now.. She shuddered and trembled. Many in the room had stopped to watch the transformation and they were opening stroking themselves or their partners at the sight.

Janess knelt down before the panting half-bovine elf.

"How does it feel?" she whispered.

"It's...it's..."

Her face lifted. The green glow still burned around her eyes, but the inner eyes were no longer the brilliant aquamarine she had had all her life. They were soft and brown. They were confused and somewhat lost, as if the mind behind them had just woken up from a long slumber.

"Sintra?" whisper Janess. "How do you feel?"

Sintra's eyes focused on Janess at last and a little smile appeared on her face. To everyone's astonishment, she let out a small happy noise that sounded very much like a "moo."

"I feel...very full," she giggled.

She gently pushed herself up to her knees and then to her feet. The happy smile stayed on her face the entire time. Janess had to steady her only once.

The blood knight looked down at herself, running her hands along her new tiered chest. With every touch, a new little burst of milk came from her. It was only then when she realized everyone was watching her, especially Mother Shahraz, who looked just as spellbound as all the other women.

Sintra waved shyly. "I...I seem to be making a bit of a mess," she giggled again.

"Would you like me to help you with it?" Janess asked courteously.

Sintra looked at her and her smile widened. "You've always been such a wonderful friend, Janess. I would love your help."

Janess stepped forward and kissed Sintra. For a moment, their hands just wandered over each other's bodies. And then Janess broke the kiss.

She took Sintra by the hand and guided her over to a set of unused pillows. A few of the other girls watched them go. Sintra didn't miss their longing gazes.

"I don't mind sharing," Sintra whispered.

"Sush," Janess said, putting a finger on Sintra's lips. "Don't worry, you'll get to share as much as you want. But the first taste should go to me, don't you think?"

Sintra's eyes lit up. "Well of course. After all, you're the one who was so helpful to me. But I don't know what it'll do to you."

"Me either," Janess confessed. "But I can't wait to find out."

Janess licked her lips and lowered her head to Sintra's top left breast, swollen with so much milk it actually trembled slightly when Janess ran her hand along it.

Sintra felt a wonderful familiar heat build within her as Janess neared. Every inch seemed like a lifetime of anticipation. Her mind was a bit fuzzy. She was sure she had let others feed from her plenty of times before...but she couldn't remember any of them. Oh well, it didn't matter. Because she was sure she would remember this.

Looking into Sintra's eyes, she closed her lips around the teat. Her tongue darted forward, caressing the surface of the teat like the brush of a summer's breeze.

In a tiny corner of Sintra's mind, a voice protested what was happening. It screamed this was not right. She shouldn't have an enormous milky bosom, let alone three sets of them. She should not have cow-patterned fur or tauren horns or a tuft of a tail. She should not be here. She had no desire for female companionship.

Janess's lips compressed around her teat, squeezing it gently, as one would suck at a sweetpop.

The protests didn't seem so important after all. She had done her service to Kael'thas in securing the Mechanar for him. She had defended the future of the blood elves with passion and ferocity. She had been among the first of the blood knights. She had taught many how to master their control over the Light.

She let out another moan. There was no doubt about it this time...it was a "moo."

Sintra had done incredible things for the blood elves. This was not a punishment. Jano Silentstrike may have thought it to be one, but it was a reward. A reward for her diligence and her bravery. Who wouldn't want to exist in a place where the only goal is to give and receive pleasure?

These thoughts passed through her mind in the space it took for Janess to suck once upon her. When Janess sucked again...all thoughts vanished.

Sintra's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she finally unleashed the torrent aching to get out of her. Janess was almost caught unaware and a little bit of milk dribbled down her chin as she tried to keep up. But she didn't stop. She put more effort into it and began to suckle in earnest.

The blood knight's hips bucked and one of Sintra's hands went to the back of Janess's head, eagerly encouraging her to continue.

"Please...ohhh..." Sintra begged. "Please don't....dont...stoppppmoooooooooooo!"

She always felt so happy when she gave into her bovine qualities. Everyone knew that she was part tauren some of the time...but they didn't always think that she was part cow. Sometimes, she thought she was more cow than tauren...even more cow than elf.

And as Janess moved to her right teat, Sintra felt her milk wash away beneath the deluge of milk until all that existed was a creature who lived and breathed the need to bring pleasure to others.

It was early the next afternoon when Sintra woke amidst the damp cushions and blankets of the Den of Mortal Delights. She smiled at her lovers all around her, each of them contentedly snoozing off the effects of her milk. Already, she thought she could see some changes in their bodies. A few of the less endowed girls where thicker in the right areas...and she caught a glimpse of pearly white liquid glistening on Redina's right nipple.

Every girl in the group had fed upon her. And the simple act of feeding another her wonderful milk had driven her into writhing ecstasy each time. She had lost count of her climaxes before Janess had even finished feeding from her.

She turned around to see the nude draenei lying there, biting her lip in her sleep as her hands wandered over her swollen teats. She had had the most of her wonderful milk and she had been affected the strongest. She had managed to feed Hannet herself during the early hours of the morning. Sintra lightly brushed a hand along Janess's bosom and thought she felt the nubs of a new set of nipples.

The half-bovine felt a sense of pride within her. Everyone had enjoyed tasting her, even dear Mother.

She glanced around, looking for her beloved Mother, but she was nowhere to be seen, nor were her full succubi assistants. She didn't mind. They were important people and they had many duties to attend to. One day, maybe she would be allowed to serve the Temple in a greater way.

But at the moment, she was content as the Den's only Milk Priestess. It was the last thing she clearly remembered. As six different women suckled on her hungrily, Mother had stood over her and told her of her new title. She had been greatly honored, so honored by it that she had actually climaxed at the announcement. It didn't seem to take much work to do that now. Not that it was a bad thing.

She would be the High Milk Priestess and she had Mother's permission to convert anyone she desired into fellow Milk Priestesses. Mother had promised to teach her how to convert within the next few days.

Sintra remembered the part that excited her the most. Mother had whispered in her mind that she wanted Sintra to see what would happen to one of the handsome male attendants. Mother was very curious as to the effect of her wonderful milk would be on them.

The blood knight couldn't wait to find out.

Within a few hours, the new harem had stirred. Several of the beautifully changed girls had their breakfast from Sintra's bosom, while Janess fed two others. Sintra marveled at the wonders around her, the exotic and alien forms the blood elves had secretly fancied. She wondered what the rest of the girls in the harem would look like in a few months time. Would they remain elven? Or would they embrace a different part of themselves, a secret passion they had never had the ability to unleash?

They passed the time comfortably and happily. Some just chatted, speaking of memories that seemed half-remembered. A few lounged in the arms of their preferred lovers. Some slowly gave pleasure to one another as only another woman could.

Thoughts of modesty and self-consciousness did not even pass though their minds. Occasionally, someone would remark on it, but it was remarked on like an interesting but half-remembered dream. It was something they used to do, to clothe themselves and only give pleasure in private places. But now, they all realized just how foolish it had been. What was the point of hiding the wonders of the flesh? And acts of passion should be shared, not hidden away selfishly.

By the time Mother arrived, the harem was quite hungry. They were all happy to see her accompanied by two dozen strong males, each carrying enormous trays laden with food. They were also wearing almost nothing save for a leather loincloth. Sintra would have noticed the vacant expressions on their faces...if she had bothered to look.

At Mother's command, the males set them down before the girls. Several of the harem edged closer, eyeing the men more hungrily than the food.

"And how do my wonderful daughters feel today?" she asked, smiling beneath her veil.

There was a chorus of happy cheers. Sintra cried out with them, so loudly a teardrop of milk ran down from her topmost nipple. Unconsciously, she caught it with a finger and licked her finger clean.

"You have become everything Lord Illidan desires," Mother proclaimed. "I told him of your success only this morning. He was beside himself with pleasure. Sadly, his current plans do not allow him to join us now, but he has given me instructions."

All of them sat up a little taller, eagerly awaiting their new purpose. But a few of the girls still glanced toward the almost-nude men of every race.

"The gifts you have received have already given you many abilities. Each of you can transform yourself back into your original form, though I should let you know passion will always release your true form."

Sintra giggled, imagining being astride a healthy young man who thought he could bed an easy elf only to find a glorious milky goddess riding him.

"Each of you also wields the full power of my kin in the arts of lovemaking and seduction. There is not a soul that can resist you now. If you see any man or women, you will be able to make them yours. Over the next few weeks, we will be teaching you how to perfect this abilities."

Excited whispers echoed through the enormous chamber, bouncing among the cushions and veils. Janess snuggled closer to Sintra, flushing with excitement at the prospect.

"There is much more to your powers than you know, but we will explore them over time. Each of you still possesses the powers and abilities you had when you were part of the mundane, but those abilities will be greatly enhanced by the gift."

Sintra couldn't imagine why should would ever want to raise a blade again, but she supposed it was a good thing to serve her Mother and her sisters if needed.

"Finally, you are all to be the first among all those within the Den. All servants and attendants are bound to obey you. Those who came with you, who succumbed easily to the gifts, they are yours as well. Only the shivarra upon the upper terrace cannot be commanded by you, for they are mine and mine alone. This entire Den is yours. Revel within your passions. Teach the lesser concubines your arts."

A thrill went through the entire harem at this announcement.

"Any questions, my daughters?"

Sintra raised her hand shyly. Mother beamed at her. "Yes, my darling High Milk Priestess?"

The new priestess shuttered at hearing her title, but did not blush when each of her teats began to dribble a little. She was proud of her bounty.

"Mother, you spoke earlier of us being those who will help the misguided people of Outland and bring them into the fold."

Mother nodded approvingly. "Yes I did, daughter. And you shall. This will be your home, but soon I shall send you among the peoples of Outland, among the forces of the Alliance and the Horde. And you will find the right people. The men, you will simply bend to your will. It is not difficult. And the women? You shall show them the wonders of those who accept the gift."

Sintra licked her lips in anticipation. "When will we start, Mother?"

Mother's eyes flashed in delight. "Soon. But first, you must prepare for the tasks ahead."

She turned and cocked a finger toward the men. As one, they stepped forward. There were a few orcs, a handful of humans and dwarves, one or two blood elves and four tauren.

"Speaking of preparation, each of you knows the soft touch of a woman's hand now. But you must learn to embrace the hunger of a man as well. I have selected some of our very best attendants for your amusement. They are yours to do with as you wish."

A hungry moan that was almost a growl burned from the lips of every woman in the room.

"But there are two who get to decide first before all others. Janess. Sintra. Step forward."

Sintra stood with the help of her beloved friend. The others shot them jealous looks, but there was no malice in them.

The half-elf and the draenei knelt at their Mother's feet.

"You were the first and the last. You are the strongest among all my true daughters. Janess, I name you High Priestess of the Den. And Sintra, I formally name you High Priestess of the Bosom."

Sintra felt honored and blushed furiously. She peeked over to Janess, who was blushing just as hard.

"You may choose your trophies."

Janess choose first. She chose a tauren. And when she took the tauren's hand, Sintra caught sight of the milk filling her friend's breasts.

Sintra approached one of the other taurens. His eyes were a little vacant, but he looked just like she had always imagined the tauren chieftain had.

As she took his hand, Mother leaned down and whispered in Sintra's ear.

"There are four more tauren just for you in the south chambers. Once this one has sated you, I want you to feed each one of them."

Sintra felt herself hunger with the thought. Her teats glistened.

"Does that mean I cannot feed this one?" she asked piteously.

Mother laughed quietly. "Of course not. Feed him as much as you desire. But enjoy his strength first. Who knows what your bounty may do to him?"

Sintra beamed up at her mother and lead the tauren to an isolated corner of the room. The other girls came forward and selected their partners. A few of them decided to share. And one by one, they were led to different spots among the veils and curtains.

Sintra turned and looked at her chosen one. She had always wondered what it would be like to be taken by a tauren. And now...she would finally find out.

Using a power she didn't even know she had, she cast off the spell of submission. The tauren blinked twice in confusion, realizing where he was.

Then he looked at her. His eyes widened. And something stirred beneath his loincloth.

"Are you hungry?" Sintra asked, smiling sweetly up at him.

The tauren nodded.

A few minutes later, she had already climaxed twice as the enormous bull beneath her stretched her to her limits. It felt amazing. The milk was pouring from her, but she tried to stop herself from feeding her lover. The tauren was staring at her flushed body bouncing upon his rod...and the six teats bouncing on her chest. Every few seconds, he licked his lips. She tried to resist.

But the need consumed her. All she could think about was the need to feed. When her third climax pounded through her, the resistant went with it. She lowered herself so he could reach the swollen teat of her top breast.

He didn't need any encouragement. He latched on happily and began to drink. Immediately, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he exploded inside of her. She giggled happily, knowing it had been the taste of her milk that had driven him over the edge.

But she wasn't done with him. And with a few artful twists of her hips, she 'encouraged' him to continue. She knew it was the power of this place that gave him such stamina, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to feel him inside of her.

After the cries had faded around them, Sintra lay curled against her new toy. The tauren was fast asleep, due to exhaustion or satisfaction, she wasn't sure. Her hands traced his hard muscles, teasing some of her favorite bits. But it wasn't until her hands brushed his chest when she noticed there was a swelling she was sure hadn't been there before.

Sintra sat up and smiled, eager to see what would happen next.

And before her very eyes, the tauren's teats began to swell into life.

"You'll be the first," she whispered as the first dribbles of milk ran down the sleeping tauren's body. "But you won't be the last."

Sintra settled down to watch the transformation from bull into cow, eagerly waiting her chance to give of herself again. And to feed any who desired it.

And eventually, they would all desire it.