The Final Boss

Three hung futanari adventurers get more than they bargained for when the Moaning Caverns turn their simple mission into a dripping wet fuckfest.

Contains: F Night Elf (Shalendris), Futa Blood Elf (Aeldwynn), Futa Draenei (Xira), Futa Human (Celeste)

Futanari, Plant/Tentacles, Excessive Semen, Mind Control/Corruption, Foursome, Breast Expansion, Edging/Denial, Bondage, Transformation, Slight Domination Themes, Huge Cocks (8'', 24'', 36''), Massive Tits, Titty Suffocation, Masturbation, Clothing Destruction, Cum Inflation, Excessive Horniness, Capture, Growing Arousal, Magical Aphrodisiacs, Pleasure Torture, Huge Balls, Leaking/Dripping (Precum), Corruption of the Pure

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"What's taking her so long?" grumbled Xira as she tore another chunk from the roasted haunch. The Draenei's massive frame, nearly eight feet of solid muscle, dwarfed her companions around the campfire. Even seated, the paladin cut an imposing figure in the flickering light of the fire.

The blood elf sitting next to her offered a knowing smile in response, slowly rotating their meat over the flames. "You know how she gets when she doesn't... well, you know... after a long day..." the brown-haired Sin'dorei said with a light chuckle, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her long, elven ear.

"Thought you'd already be giving her a hand by now, Aeldwynn," the Draenei said, her own smile widening in response as she wiped a bit of grease from her lips with the back of her hand. "You two've grown awfully close these last few years."

Aeldwynn shot her companion an annoyed glare. "That's none of your business," she replied bluntly.

"Oh, it very much is, considering the pair of you keep me up at night with your antics," Xira teased, voice a deep rumble that matched her formidable stature. She leaned back, stretching her long legs towards the fire, the warmth reflecting in her large, luminous eyes.

Aeldwynn's cheeks flushed slightly, a rare show for the typically composed woman. "Well, you know... Ever since we got here," she said, casting worried glances at the cavern walls, thick with vines that wove a living tapestry across the beige stone. "It's like we've all grown a little hornier," she said, biting her lower lip.

The trio had been sent to investigate reports of a mysterious cave system that had recently been discovered on the border between Mulgore and the Barrens. The pay was decent enough that Xira, Aeldwynn, and Celeste didn't pay much heed to the fact the place was named the

Moaning

Caverns.

Perhaps an homage to the Wailing Caverns,

Celeste had noted, referencing the other nearby cavern complex where druids had unexpectedly been overtaken by the Emerald Nightmare, bringing forth myriad serpentine horrors.

And indeed, true to its name, the Moaning Caverns seemed to carry a surprisingly erotic chorus of moans that seemed to travel on the air currents of the tunnels. And whether due to the sounds themselves or by some unknown enchantment, it seemed that even before they entered the place, they could feel their arousal growing.

Now, such situations were simply a part of life when three futanari traveled together, for their cocks would rarely stay down for long. Especially Celeste's, the young human priestess's "staff" ever outlined under robes far too tight for her. Those white robes did little to conceal the raven-haired woman's evident bulge, and Xira even suspected the tightness of the garment even contributed to the scholarly woman's need to jerk off multiple times a day.

Multiple times a day had once been thrice a day. Now, they could hear the distant

fap fap fap

of the girl's fist as she stroked herself to her eighth release of the day.

"It's a miracle the thing hasn't fallen off yet," Xira said, discarding the bone she'd been eating.

"Probably shooting sand by now," chuckled Aeldwynn, taking a bite of her own meal. "I wonder, though... don't you find it odd that we've not encountered but a single foe since coming here?"

The pace of Celeste's pumping of her shaft seemed to increase, as the wet sounds of that self-indulgence echoed off the walls.

Xira offered a slight nod, her expression somber. "I don't like it, to be honest... But perhaps others came through here recently?"

Aeldwynn eyed their surroundings. "There would be signs of battle."

A nervous chuckle came from the Draenei's lips, then, as her mask of bravery seemed to chip. "Well, that... that should make things easier for us, no? Find the end of these tunnels, find what's happening, report back."

"Think this place is amplifying our... natural inclinations?" the elf would ask before taking another bite, her glowing green eyes fixed on the Draenei's own silver.

"What for?"

"Perhaps... it's feeding off us, somehow," offered Aeldwynn, finding that even

she

was having a hard time concentrating fully, as a haze of lust had grown in her mind. It felt as though she'd not blown a load in weeks and yet, she had done so that very morning. She wondered how Xira was managing, thinking that perhaps the woman's paladin training managed to dampen the effects of that odd lust-curse.

A grunt and a moan came from nearby as the wet

plap

s of Celeste's release fell to the ground.

"Huh. She's still got some in her," Aeldwynn remarked, quickly changing the subject, not wanting to think of the various questions that were swirling about her mind.

A few heartbeats later, Celeste reappeared from behind a trio of stalagmites.

"S-sorry about that..." came the girl's soft voice as she walked back to the small campfire. Both the elf and the Draenei found themselves unable to look away from their buxom companion as she walked towards them.

The woman seemed to be catching her breath still, face flushed a shade of red deeper than the ripest of tomatoes.

Xira cleared her throat, trying to regain some semblance of focus as she watched Celeste approach. The human priestess's figure was a study in erotic excess, with white robes that clung to her form to such a degree that it seemed a miracle she even managed to squeeze into them every morning. The thin fabric did little to hide the colossal bounty of her breasts, each orb exceeding her own head in size many times over, matched only by the width of her hips.

The excessive femininity on display was a striking contrast to the woman's otherwise timid personality.

The deep plunge of her neckline offered a view of cleavage that seemed ready to burst free at a moment's notice, for between them was a deep, shadowy valley that drew the eye.

And while priestly garments were typically meant to conceal, Celeste's did little to hide the evident bulge of her cock, the outline of which was visible on her stomach. Below, her balls, each the size of small grapefruits, were also plainly outlines, with the fabric pulled taut around them.

Celeste was the least endowed of the trio, with a cock they had measured at about eight inches, though her balls exceeded even Xira's behemoth cumtanks. Despite the smaller size of her cock, she remained the horniest among them, a fact that seemed to weigh heavily upon her, for the girl could not properly weave her divine magic when her mind was clouded with lust.

Each step taken seemed to send a shiver through her body, the fabric of her robes brushing against the sensitive skin of her cock, teasing her into a near-constant state of arousal.

The cave's influence was palpable to both Xira and Aeldwynn. For Celeste, it was a relentless battle to avoid lust-induced madness.

When at last the woman sat beside her companions, she spoke: "Can we... can we be done with this contract and get out of here?" she said in a tone so quiet the two others had to lean in to understand her. "I'm having a bit... a bit of a hard time," she explained, squirming slightly. It was a phrase she'd repeated often, even before they'd taken on their current task.

Though Celeste preferred the comforts of Northshire to the dangers of adventure, her mentors had insisted she explore the wider world, for her talents would be wasted among dusty tomes. Much of their insistence had most likely been caused by the woman's insatiable needs and the fact that she'd ploughed most other novice priestesses (and a few priests) repeatedly during her short stay at the Abbey.

"But you just..." Xira said, casting Aeldwynn a worried glance, seeing how their companion's conditions seemed to be worsening. Satisfying the priestess seemed an impossible task, like scratching an itch beneath one's skin. "Let's stop wasting time and find the source of this madness," the paladin declared, putting on a brave face to try and reassure her friend.

Xira could not lie. She, too, was beginning to realize that her mounting arousal the last few days had not been entirely natural. While her training and discipline as a paladin had allowed her to lessen its effects somewhat, she couldn't deny that her armor was getting increasingly uncomfortable as random erections plagued her constantly, hidden though they might be by the metallic plates she wore.

Not only that, but her balls felt like they might

burst,

and she sorely regretted not joining the other two women on their morning tent-warming.

And so, all three women stood, packing their belongings, before heading out again, and neither Xira nor Aeldwynn missed the wet spot forming at the tip of Celeste's cock.

Through winding corridors the trio went, with Aeldwynn leading the way due to the elven archaeologist's ability to navigate even the most confusing of labyrinths. That was the reason given by Xira, but they all knew that behind that reasoning lay Xira's desire to see the elf's plush backside as she navigated the twisting tunnels, the fabric of her minuscule shorts riding up her crack.

The path ahead was, unsurprisingly, devoid of enemies, traps, or anything else that might hinder their progress, save for that mounting, maddening desire that was growing within them. Soon, all three women's cocks were hard as rebar, straining against their outfits. While Celeste's robes and Xira's platemail managed to contain their own cocks, Aeldwynn found her enormous to be far too large for her shorts. Even soft, the thing created an immense bulge.

Pressed as they were by that maddening desire, Aeldwynn found no time to change into another set of pants, instead opting to simply let her cock out, that gigantic length of she-meat bouncing ahead of her, easily thrice the size of Celeste's already appreciably-sized prick. Her mango-sized balls hung low and heavy beneath the root of that elven colossus, overfull with seed.

It was only a matter of time, they knew, before Celeste's resolve wavered once more, for the raven-haired priestess clutched at her cock through her robes, as if that simple act would release the building pressure. A soft, whimpering moan left her lips.

As they moved, they would note how the vegetation that clung to the walls began showing slight signs of red and black, every step seemingly making those colors more pronounced.

"Odd, did you notice those plants?" Xira reached out to touch one of the reddish flowers.

"I'd advise you not to touch them. I've never seen their like before, but there's something unnatural about all this," the elf said, biting her lower lip as she wrestled against her needs. Despite her rational mind still being in control, a growing part of her wanted nothing more than to bend Celeste over a nearby rock and have her way with her as she had that very morning.

Even Xira, whose paladin training gave her far more mental fortitude, felt the urge to bend

both

women over to ravage them. Oh, how she'd make a mess of the whorehouses back in Stormwind when they got back... She shook her head, trying to regain some measure of focus.

She nodded in response to Aeldwynn's warning, bringing her gaze back to the darkened tunnels ahead, illuminated only by the strange glow of the vegetation, and the silence broken by the moans for which the dungeon was named, growing louder by the minute. Around them, mist had started to form, thickening as they progressed, clinging to their skin, it felt like.

"Hmmmnnffhhaaaa~" Celeste moaned, doubling over as her cock throbbed,

demanding

attention. The wet spot at the tip of that throbbing length had grown considerably since last Aeldwynn and Xira had observed it. The girl was leaking precum like a broken faucet.

Xira groaned. "Celeste, you have to get a hold of yourself."

"She's trying her best," Aeldwynn said ducking beneath a hanging vine, her own elven breeding poll bobbing with each step, a steady stream of precum leaving a glistening trail. Her balls felt ready to burst, swollen and aching as they were.

The deeper they went, the more flowers there seemed to be on the walls, the denser the vegetation became, and the thicker the fog became, taking on a reddish tint. That red mist swirled thicker, carrying a maddening scent that only amplified their arousal.

"We have to..." Xira gasped, struggling to form coherent thoughts as her resistance began crumbling. Her armor began creaking as her goliath draecock strained against her platemail.

Every step seemed an added challenge to the three adventurers as they stumbled along the tunnels, the walls themselves almost pulsing with every heartbeat. Like curtains now did the foliage fall around them, and through it, they caught glimpses, flashes of a larger space ahead.

Drifting that way, the red mist seemed to lead them forward then.

"Finally," Aeldwynn breathed, her enormous she-prick bouncing with each desperate step. It felt as though they were walking through molasses, every movement slow and difficult. Precum flowed down her cock, mango-sized balls clenching with need.

Celeste stumbled then, catching herself on the wall as another wave of lust crashed against her. "Please, let this end... Let this end soon," she whimpered.

Gradually, the tunnel widened before them, though the vegetation seemed to grow denser. Flowers, larger and more numerous, seemed to beckon. The heady scent of the surrounding flora filled the air as the passage opened up into an enormous natural chamber, its ceiling lost in the crimson mist above.

It was there, lounging on a raised platform of interwoven roots and vines that they found the source of their torment.

The Kaldorei's lavender skin seemed to glow, radiant, as she smiled at the new arrivals. Vines twisted and writhed about her nude form, and she looked down at one with a tender smile, as though looking down at a pet or child. Her silver eyes glowed through the crimson mists as she turned them to the three approaching adventurers.

The woman's curves were impossible--with massive tits that dwarfed even Celeste's oversized melons. They strained against a robe that seemed made of leather and plant matter, leaving little to the imagination as that sea of titflesh pressed against the thin straps of the garment.

Her long, purple hair cascaded down her shoulders like a silken waterfall, framing those impossible curves. Each movement sent ripples through her colossal tits, threatening to spill free from confines too flimsy to hold such feminine abundance.

"Welcome to my garden," the mysterious woman purred, voice dripping with seduction. The druidess's tremendous fuckpillows swayed hypnotically as she leaned back against a throne of flowers, drawing all eyes to their mesmerizing, wobbly dance. "It's been quite lonely down here, you know."

The woman's voice was like honey to the desperate trio, their breathing coming in short, ragged breaths as they struggled to contain their arousal, made so much worse by the erotic sight before them.

Before they could react or even draw weapons, Xira, Aeldwynn and Celeste felt vines wrapping around their ankles, snaking up their legs. Though they tried to pull themselves free of that iron grip, there was nothing they could do.

Celeste let out a desperate moan. Xira and Aeldwynn turned their eyes to her, seeing how some of the vines had lifted her robes up to reveal her hard, precum-slicked cock. "Ha... Hnnnnn..." gasped the priestess unconvincingly as vines coiled around her length, pumping that large pink rod.

Even Xira, despite her strength, could not free herself of the insistent vines. "By the Light!" she exclaimed. "W-who are you?! What is this?!"

The elf's musical laughter echoed through the cavern. "Would knowing my name make you more receptive to the pleasure I offer?" she mused. "I am Shalendris, and I am here to help nature regain its rightful place."

Aeldwynn studied the woman with what little remained of her rational mind. It was there that she noticed a familiar glint in the druid's luminous orbs--not one she'd seen herself, but one she'd read about in accounts of the Firelands and Val'sharah campaigns. Behind those eyes lurked something unnatural, something that so often took hold of druidic minds.

Just as the tendrils wrapped around her waist and cock, Aeldwynn dared: "The Nightmare has taken hold of you!" Her keen archaeological mind connected the pieces even as lust fogged her thoughts.

Aeldwynn shuddered with unwanted delight as she felt vines wrap around her huge prick, the tight vines jerking her off. Wet sounds echoed against the cavern walls from her foreskin being pulled up and down her precum-slathered cock.

As she spoke, more vines slithered up Celeste's thighs, the priestess's whimpers growing louder as leafy appendages explored every inch of her voluptuous form. The ultra-horny priestess gasped and moaned, writing against those touches, thrusting her hips lewdly against the plant matter pumping her dick. Those vegetal assailants seemed particularly drawn to her enormous, pale tits, tugging at the cleavage window of her robes to tear open her dress.

Those enormous udders came bouncing free, allowing the coiling vines to immediately wrap around them, squeezing hard those heaving melons until they bulged obscenely between the gaps.

A loud clattering then came as Xira's hammer was torn from her grasp and discarded, the Draenei's legs and arms held apart as the vines worked to remove the straps and buckles of her intricate draenic armor. "G-get the f-fuck..." she huffed and growled, desperately trying to free herself. Though, Aeldwynn noted that after but a glance towards Celeste, the Draenei seemed to reconsider, seeing how pleasurable the whole thing seemed.

"My children need nourishment," Shalendris cooed, slowly standing up. The night elf's nipples had hardened to stiff peaks and, as she stood, her robes fell away, revealing her nude form in all its abundance. "The three of you shall provide such sustenance for them."

Aeldwynn's eyes shot down to the unruly tangle between the elf's legs, and the thought of devouring that cleft seemed incredibly appealing to her at that moment.

"She doesn't even... nngh... realize..." Aeldwynn grunted as more vines joined that first one, jerking her off with such fervor that she knew she would not last long.

Metallic clangs echoed behind the blood elf as pieces of Xira's armor came undone, falling to the ground below.

"Nature must be preserved, protected," the druid continued, her voice like velvet massaging the trio's minds, soothing them despite the animalistic desire that was tearing them apart. She reached out to trail a finger down Aeldwynn's cheek, the blood elf offering her nothing but defiance. "My garden will spread, bringing life to this barren land."

"Perhaps... she's right..." Celeste gasped as she pumped her hips against the vines, her slick cock sliding between the eager things. "We can... Hhhaaaa~"

When at last Xira's massive draenic cockmeat sprung free, the last of her armor clattering to the ground, that titanic purple battering ram flew upwards, slapping the woman between the tits. All muscle, the Draenei was as impressive nude as she was in her armor, with thick arms and abs that could set alight the desires of any mortal being.