Night Elf Priestess on the Vine

Melarin tried not to grin as she burned away another of the Shadethicket elementals with holy fire, her pink skin flushed with exhilaration. As much satisfaction as she took in driving back some of the taint that lingered over the ruins, she had more important matters to attend to. Namely, acquiring stardust so that Pelturas could heal his daughter. That was why Melarin had become a priestess in the first place. To show her faith and devotion to Elune by aiding the sick and wounded. And if that quest happened to also involve purging corruption from a holy site, so much the better for her.

The night elf had just gathered another handful of dust when another of the filthy beasts came lumbering towards her. Calling upon her faith in her goddess, Melarin shielded herself from its blows then switched to the offensive, assaulting its mind with shadow magic and its body with bolts from her wand. Confident in her abilities, the priestess was shocked to feel a bolt of lightning strike her in the back and send static coursing through her long white hair. The second elemental had been well camouflaged with its surroundings, and Melarin had been blissfully unaware of its presence.

Panicking just a little, Melarin turned to run, but found herself immobilized as roots began entangling around her feet. Trapped in place, the night elf looked up in horror as a storm cloud formed over her head and began sending more bolts of lightning crashing to the ground around her. Desperately surrounding herself with a light-infused barrier once more, Melarin tried to unleash an unholy scream straight into the minds of the creatures, but they shrugged it off as if it were nothing.

Crumbling to the ground, Melarin tried to look up to gaze upon the face of Elune one last time, but the sight of the night sky was blocked by the rumbling storm cloud. A single tear rolled down along the lines of her purple facial tattoo as Melarin waited for the end, but surprisingly, the end did not come. Instead, more vines began crawling their way up her body, wrapping around her muscular limbs and taut tummy, pulling her ungracefully to the forest floor. Looping around her wrists and ankles, the roots bound Melarin in place as the elementals loomed over her.

Melarin's confusion turned to horror when the next set of tendrils began creeping their way under the cloth of her robes, one set wrapping around her generous bust and the other snaking towards the apex of her thighs. The priestess thrashed as a vine circled around each of her breasts, brutally squeezing them and making the tender titflesh bulge lewdly. The ends of the lascivious tendrils flicked at her dusky purple nipples, causing the little buds to stiffen in arousal no matter how much Melarin tried to fight it.

But even worse was the pair prodding at her pretty pink pussy, slowly spreading her folds and rubbing up and down her labia. It didn't matter how unwilling their victim was, the vines' ministrations were adept at coaxing the first bits of quim from Melarin's slit as they prepared her for the inevitable.

Twitching and quivering in unwanted pleasure, Melarin's glowing eyes went wide and her back arched painfully off the ground as a root suddenly and violently invaded her woefully unprepared cunt. Aided only slightly by her slickened walls, the tendril immediately went to work, pumping in and out of the pinned night elf with the force and fury of nature unrestrained.

"Elune, aid me, please!" Melarin cried out in anguish. "Why have you forsaken mmmmppph-"

Evidently the elementals had no inclination of letting the priestess speak, as the next vine slid its way down her throat, assaulting her mouth with the same ferocity its partner was abusing her pussy. Melarin shuddered helplessly as she was violated from both ends, her tits were groped, and her arms and legs remained firmly shackled to the ground.

She could feel the tide of her arousal rising, a perilous omen that would undoubtedly seal her fate to this place. Melarin gathered all her mental fortitude, her fervent belief in her goddess, and forced her lust deep into the recesses of her mind. And that's when the lightning struck.

The storm cloud overhead had not abated, it had merely been biding its time for the right moment. And when that brilliant flash echoed across the isle, it zapped Melarin with ignoble precision. Because the bolt had no intention of causing pain, instead it sent pure, unbridled pleasure coursing through the night elf's trapped form.

Melarin screamed around her makeshift gag, every one of her nerves alight with mind-melting ecstasy. Her pussy spasmed through a tremendous orgasm, soiling her robes and the ground beneath her with a puddle of her feminine juices. Her whole body shook in the throes of her release, chest heaving and eyes rolling as she came her brains out.

And then the lightning struck again. And again. And again.

Every bolt sent Melarin through another screaming climax, until her limbs grew heavy and her brain went foggy as her exhausted body could no longer keep up with the pleasure she was being forced to endure. And still the elementals kept at it, drilling her mouth and pussy with their vines until at last the priestess' mind was completely shattered. Melarin was forever lost to a fuck-drunk euphoria, unable to muster any resistance as the elementals dragged their new night elf fucktoy back to their lair.