A story about my Healslut Snow on World of Warcraft. :) Please enjoy.

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Shaladrassil. Once the lush World Tree, now nothing more than an area that the Nightmare permeates every inch of. The greatest of Druids once tended to the thick woods here, where they’d seek tranquility under the great World Tree. Now only corruption and madness reigns. It has been left to a band of five adventurers to defeat the Shade of Xavius and stop this madness from seeping into the world any more.

Pmia charged forth, pummeling enemies to side with her massive bear-shifted weight. She’d swipe and thrash, cutting her enemies to bits where they stood. Though Pmia wasn’t exactly a ‘pure’ Druid, she had the common sense and power of mind to not succumb to the temptations of the Nightmare. Instead, she used that power for her own purposes. Her bear form was a dark grey with a black, extra coating of fur on the top. Her eyes glowed red with power and strength unmatched. Outside of this form, her appearance was serene. Pale skin, snow-white hair, bright and beautiful white eyes with pale-purple talon-like tattoos going down her eyes. If she were not in a garb that resembled the nightmare, and instead wore a white gown, anyone would think Pmia to be a priestess of Elune.

Enemy after enemy, Pmia pressed on. Behind her was a beautiful Draenei Monk that went by the name of ‘Snow.’ Though Pmia could easily handle her own against lesser enemies, the corrupted wildlife and the fallen Druid’s here had proven to be tough. Snow was the key to keeping Pmia, and the rest of the group alive. With jade-colored mists, Snow breathed literal life into Pmia, sealing any wounds she may of had and keeping her vigor strong.

With one final thrash and a sweep of death from their Demon Hunter ally they were accompanied with, the last of corrupted wildlife, Satyr’s, and demons fell before them. All that was left now was the Shade of Xavius himself.

“Hold on, please! I- I need a moment.” Snow pleaded towards Pmia in her Draenic accent. Pmia glanced back at Snow, seeing the Draenei looked a little worn out.

“Alright” Pmia said, vanishing in a pool of red and black smoke, dissipating her bear form for her Elven form. “Let’s take a few minutes.” With that, the other caught their breath. The party was in a literal trunk of a tree, and just on the other side, lay their target. The Demon Hunter fidgeted, looking restless as he stared with spectral sight at Xavius on the other side. The other two, being a human Marksman and a Death Knight, simply sat down, conversing between themselves.

Pmia walked over to Snow, bending down and placing a hand on the Draenei’s shoulder. The Elf took this time to briefly glance over her, she was indeed a sight for sore-eyes. Snow’s skin was azure in tone. Her hair was short, just dangling down to her shoulders and a little more gray in color than her skin tone. Her horns arched far back in a smooth curve. Her body itself was well toned.

Snow glanced up to greet Pmia’s smiling face. “I’m sorry” she said. This was the first time Pmia actually glanced over her face as well. Her eyes were much like Pmia’s own. Pale, pearly-white. Snow’s nose had an adorable shape to it, but what caught Pmia’s attention the most was the Draenei’s full lips. A darker blue in shade, but so deliciously full.

Pmia offered the Draenei a light-hearted chuckle. “Do not worry about it. Look’s like the others needed a rest as well.” Pmia said kindly, gesturing behind them. “You’re doing well! Keep it up!” Pmia yelled out, then spun on her heel to turn to the rest of the group. “The rest of you are doing well, as well.”

Again, that familiar black and red smoke would cover Pmia’s body, leaving her back in her bear form. “Alright, let’s head out!” Pmia yelled again and trampled forward. The Hunter and Death Knight stood up, gathering their things and ran after the bear. The Demon Hunter was far ahead. Snow sighed and stood up before using the mist she harnessed to jump directly to Pmia. Grabbing a tuft of Pmia’s soft fur, Snow lept onto the charging bear’s back, riding the Druid like a personal mount.

Pmia glanced up briefly at the Draenei looking down with a smile. “Hello there.” She simply said to her, Snow giggling in response. With a final jump, the group plummeted into a hollowed tree, where Xavius loomed over the captured Malfurion.

The Shade of Xavius himself was a satyr of incredible height. His upper-body put most bodybuilders to shame. His shoulders were topped by patches of fluffy, black fur with demented, red spikes protruding from them. His arms were long, and hands even larger. Malevolent black hands with incredibly long, red claws at the ends of his fingers. His lower half was much like Snow’s - disregarding the fur - having large, black-furred hooves in place of feet. His eyes were the same as when the Nightmare Lord was a Highborne Elf: Ruby-red, and all seeing. Atop his head were long, sinister looking horns that protruded far upwards.

Without so much as a warning, the Demon Hunter charged forth. “WAIT!” Yelled Pmia, but it was far too late. Xavius swatted with his massive arm, throwing the Demon Hunter against the bark of the hollowed tree.

“What’s this?!” Xavius cackled with malevolence. “Don’t make me laugh!” In the blink of an eye, Pmia charged forward, roaring with primal fury. Snow instantly mended the Demon Hunter’s wounds, allowing him to be up and ready within a couple of seconds. He leapt back in the fight, now metamorphosized as a full-fledged Demon.

Snow directed her attention back to Pmia, but as the Draenei looked up, she saw Xavius charging a bolt of dark energy right at her. Though it did not hurt, Snow found herself unable to see nor talk. The world was black around her. Her heart started to beat fast in a panic and the Draenei tried to call out, only to have her voice silenced. That is, until the Hunter placed his hand upon Snow’s slender shoulder. Instantly, the world came back to her. “Are you alright?” He asked. Snow nodded, gulping down air to re-stabilize herself.

“Need some help here!” Pmia yelled out, feeling her strength leaving her body. Xavius lashed at the Druid with all his might, leaving Pmia feeling rather weak, rather quickly. Instantly, soothing, jade mist enveloped Pmia. That familiar feel brought tranquility back to the Druid.

Xavius’s attention quickly shifted to the Death Knight. A large, black beam looked as if it were draining from the already dead human.

“What….” The Death Knight said weakly as she toppled over onto her knee. Pmia would have none of that. She backed up briefly and charged at the Satyr with her full strength, stopping the cast and getting the Nightmare Lord to focus back on her.

Snow’s attentions immediately shifted to the Death Knight. Her mists enveloped the female human until she could stand once again.

“Thanks sexy!” The Death Knight yelled out, causing Snow to blush at the comment. From the icy-winds of Northrend, the Death Knight called upon the fallen dragon, Sindragosa, to bring a cold death to the Satyr. Pmia and the Demon Hunter lept back, leaving Xavius to become nothing more than a frozen block of ice.

“No, no! I refuse to... accept...” The Nightmare Lord managed to say before ice overcame him. Lining up the shot, the Hunter pulled back, and unleashed a devastating arrow at the head of the Satyr, shattering the ice, and the Shade itself. At last, Xavius lay defeated, and Malfurion was free.

Malfurion leapt forward, brushing thorns off of his clothing with a winged arms. He peered up, glancing at the party. Regaining his posture, Malfurion spoke with pride.

“A well-earned victory!” He said, smiling before his face turned serious. “We must, however, stay vigilant. Deep inside the Nightmare, Xavius remains unvanquished. The enemy you fought here was merely his shadow.” Malfurion opened up a portal, leading to a small village in the middle of Val’shara. Pmia sat still, catching her breath. As did Snow. First the Archdruid went through, then Demon Hunter bowed his head, stepping through, then the other two humans waved, and stepped through. This left Pmia and Snow alone.

That familiar black and red mist surrounded Pmia, leaving her in her Elven form. She scooted up close to the Draenei and wrapped an arm over her shoulder.

“Great job today, Snow.” Pmia said, looking at the beautiful Draenei and smiling.

Snow blushed a little and spoke softly. “Th-thanks…” Once again, Pmia would examine that Draenei’s figure. It was absolutely lush, beautiful… Fertile. It had been so long for the Druid since her ‘clutch’ was released. Perhaps this Draenei she’s gotten to know so fondly would be of further use to her. Pmia’s hand brushed at Snow’s hair, parting some of the locks from the beautiful Draenei’s eyes.

“I have a gift for you!” Pmia said excitingly, pushing herself into Snow a little gently. “For doing such a great job at healing… Care to find out what it is?” the Druid asked, practically touching noses with the Draenei at this point.

“Wha- What are you…” Snow asked, cut off by feeling Pmia’s gentle finger on her lips.

“Just shut your eyes.” the Elf commanded, and Snow did so, though hesitantly.

It was at that moment Pmia struck. Her pale lips pressed against the Draenei’s luscious, dark-blue lips. Snow opened her eyes wide in surprise, moaning from the sudden kiss. Pmia simply giggled and pushed her tongue past Snow’s lips.

Her intrusion left the Draenei feeling a little weak. Not from any foul play on Pmia’s part, the Monk simply enjoyed the feel of intimacy. Her eyes fell once again, as did Pmia’s as their tongues danced in harmony. The Druid’s vied for control of the Monk’s, and the Monk’s tongue happily accepted. Not one detail of the Draenei’s mouth was left untouched from Pmia, and slowly, the kiss broke. Both tongues hung out, a strand of spittle being the only thing connecting the them, and both were desperate for more, as Elven eyes stared into Draenic eyes with burning desire.

Pmia smirked and stood up, leaving Snow a little worry-faced. “Th-that wasn’t it..W-Was it...?” Snow asked the Druid looming far above her.

Pmia’s smirk turned into a devilish grin. “No, my love. Far from it.” Pmia said quietly in return and began to remove her armor. Piece by piece would fall, until nothing but a black, red robe was on. Snow, below, was watching, enraptured. Pmia simply chuckled to herself and turned around. Reaching up, she pulled at her robe. The Elf’s pale shoulders could be seen, then her back. Pmia stopped it there, just shy of her bubbly rear becoming visible. Looking back, her long, white hair swayed. The Draenei was mesmerized.

In a calm, soothing voice, Pmia said, “Beg me to take the rest off…” Snow looked up, slightly confused at the situation.

“Wh-...” She went to ask, but stopped as the situation dawned on her. “Please, Pmia…” The Draenei’s eyes themselves pleaded. “May I see the rest of your luscious body? My.. My curiosity needs to be sated and my desire to see you in the nude is...G-Great…” She managed to just choke out the last part, looking directly up the Elf, trying not to break eye-contact.

Pmia cocked her head playfully. “Curiosity? Hmm…” An idea popped into the Druid’s head. “Then why not remove the rest for yourself?”

Snow looked up, a red blush pigmenting her azure face. Though with a suddenly serious face, she nodded and bounded forward. Slowly, she peeled away at the remainder of the Druid’s robes. Soon enough, those two, bubbly cheeks that is the Elf’s ass made themselves known. Snow stared in awe before looking up at Pmia who looked right back down at her.

“M-May..I-”

Snow’s voice was cut off by Pmia’s. “When I say.” Knowing full well what the Draenei was going to ask. Snow’s face fell into a pout, but she nonetheless, stripped Pmia of the remainder of her robe. Suddenly, Pmia spun on her heel, smacking the Monk right in the face with something warm and a little hard.

“Oh! Wha-?...” Snow stared, and Pmia stared right down at her, grinning wide. Reaching down to grab her own girthy prick, Pmia smacked it upon Snow’s head once again.

Having the ability to control the way her cock was shaped - how girthy it was, and how long - was advantageous. For now, it was a normal and humanoid in shape, and of moderate size. The curious Draenei reached up and gripped it, causing Pmia to wince a little.

“You have a… Cock?” Snow asked, her accent making the question rather precious. Pmia giggled, reaching down to brush her finger-tips through snow’s hair.

“You’re too cute…” Pmia trailed off, gripping her length and prodding it against the Draenei’s lips. “Now come on, don’t keep me waiting, love.”

Snow’s face scowled a little, not exactly having this situation in mind. “But...I don’t..Wa-Mfff!!” Her voice was once again caught off by the Elf above. Pmia, taking advantage of the Draenei opening her mouth to talk, shoved little less than half of her length inside that wet, and warm maw.

Pmia bent forward a little, taken aback by the sudden surge of pleasure. “Oh my…” She gasped out as Snow moaned out. Regaining her composure, Pmia stood up straight, though she wrapped a leg around the Draenei’s back, forcing her closer.

“Come on love, I know you like this. Get to it!” Pmia suggested. It was true, however. Despite Snow’s lack of outward enthusiasm, her tongue was dancing along the underside of Pmia’s length like it was bred to do so. The taste, the texture, the pent-up smell. It was turning the Monk on far more than she was willing to admit. Bit by bit, her body grew weak from the sexual musk filling her nostrils. Below, Snow’s own sex was starting to puddle-up, growing wet from her arousal. Pmia’s breeding instincts were instantly alerted to this fact.

“My, my. If I were to guess, I’d say you really enjoy this!” Pmia taunted, laughing a little to herself. Snow simply blushed - Wait… Since when was she bobbing her own head on the Druid’s length? Her eyes clenched shut as she struggled to take more and more, and just as she was about to bottom-out, Pmia pulled out, leaving the Monk to gasp for air.

“Wh-....What..Why?” Snow asked, heavily confused at the situation at hand. Pmia simply stroked her slick, wet cock, lifting it up to show her heavy cum-orbs down below. The stench of sex was overwhelming now. It flooded Snow’s sense of smell like an arousing fog. Playing right into the Druid’s hands. Snow’s mouth was attached to those churning orbs of cum within a split-second. Her lips were like suction cups to the soft skin, her tongue dancing and swirled. Then the same to other side. Her proactiveness awarded Snow’s hair with a large goblet of pre-cum, and a rather lewd moan from Pmia. But again, Pmia pulled away, leaving Snow, rather sad.

Like before, the Druid pressed her nose against the Monk’s. “Close your eyes, it’s time for your surprise…” Pmia said softly. Expecting something far different, Snow happily shut her eyes, leaving her mouth wide-open. Pmia smiled, and that black, red fog surrounded her lower-half once again. After a couple seconds, noticing nothing happening, Snow slowly opened her eyes.

Shock overcame the Monk. Her eyes went wide with terror before looking up. “P-Pmia?!” Snow called out in worry.

Pmia cocked her head in mock confusion,“Yes?” she asked, then grinned wide. A little sigh of relief echoed through Snow’s body, but again, her eyes fell to the lower-half that was Pmia.

Her lower body was arachnid in appearance. Red and black, and absolutely massive. Four-legs on each side and a heavy abdomen full of… something. Again, her eyes glanced upwards. Pmia’s torso and up was still the same elven figure she knew; only her lower body was far different.

“Pmia...What’s….What’s going on? I don’t… I don’t understand!” Snow yelled out, backing up into the bark of the tree behind her. Pmia skittered forward, reaching down to gently caress Snow’s head with her soft hands.

“Worry not, sweet-love...I’m not going to hurt you. This is your gift for being such a great healer.”

“My- My gift?” Snow asked, curious as to what that still was. Pmia nodded sagely, picking up the Draenei in her arms and holding her close. “Fear not, my love. Just relax...Let Pmia handle it all…” Pmia’s voice was calming, hypnotizing. The soft voice alone made Snow feel weak, serene almost.

Skittering up the tree, it took but a minute for Pmia to make a little bed out of webs. There, she gently laid the Draenei down. The Druid’s pointy legs came up, gently tearing away at Snow’s clothing, leaving only tatters. Her large breasts now exposed as well as her lower half, Pmia leaned forward, her hands dancing across those mounds.

“You have magnificent breasts, my love.” She complimented. Snow blushed again, nodding with a gentle, “Thank you.” Taking the Draenei by the waist, she turned her over. Snow was fine with this, until she felt her waist being held up. Looking back, she notice it now suspended only slightly in the air by thick webbing.

“To make my ‘gift’ easier on you, sweetie.” Pmia reassured her.

“What is this gift?” Snow asked.

“The gift of bearing my eggs, of course.” Pmia sung out, reaching over to web Snow’s hands and legs down, effectively immobilizing the Draenei.

“Wait, what?! No! I don’t...I don’t want that…” Her voice fell silent as she contemplated it over in her mind. Would it really be so bad? Pmia was in fact, very enticing.

“That’s what they all say, until they feel the pleasure I can provide.” Pmia said in retort, and hovered over the Monk below with her massive, spider-like body. “Just shut your eyes, and breathe in heavily, my little incubator. It’ll be over before you know it.”

Snow, however, did not sit still. She struggled in her bindings, begging with the Druid above for release. Which, Pmia would grant… In a different light. Slowly, her ovipositor-like cock slithered out. It brushed up against Snow’s delectable legs until it met with her dark-blue sex.

“Wait, please! Pmia! Mmfff!” Snow moaned out in bliss as that long appendage slithered inside her. It was perfectly thick, and the texture of the cock had Snow gasping out in bliss.

“It! It..Feels..Mmfff…” Snow muttered. Pmia simply giggled, grasping her own breasts in the pleasure she too was receiving. Though she didn’t exactly take this form FOR pleasure, she nonetheless got off on it.

“Yes, Snow...Accept your place as my little incubator. To be used when I see fit.” This fantasy surely played through Snow’s mind as something she might not mind at all. Further and further the ovi-cock would slide up in Snow’s insides.

Below the Druid, Snow was an absolute mess of pleasure. Her mouth was left agape, drool running down the sides. Her eyes were half shut, no doubt rolled back by the intense feel. Deciding to play a little with the Monk however, Pmia stopped her advances towards the Draenei’s womb. Suddenly snapped out of her pleasure-high, Snow glanced up the best she could.

“W-Why?! Please..Please don’t stop!” She begged. Pmia grinned malevolently.

“Does it feel good? Do you want to bear my young?” The Druid asked. Snow was quick to reply.

“Yes! Yes! Please! Anything!” “Then let me you hear say this… ‘Yes Pmia, I’ll become your living-incubator. Please treat me like such.’ Snow blushed wildly. Was she being objectified? It didn’t matter. The Draenei shook her head, brushing away those thoughts. “Yes! Pmia! I’ll become - mmff! - Your living-incubator! Pleeeaaase! Treat me like such!” Pmia had won.

Snow’s insides were a waterfall at this point. Ever-onward Pmia’s ovipositor would slide. Working around each little cavity before it bumped against Snow’s cervix. Snow’s mouth instantly went wide with a gasp. Then, the ovi-cock went forward once more. Until finally… The tip entered the womb, causing both Pmia and Snow to cum on the spot. A seemingly endless amount of white, goopy cum flooded Snow’s insides, preparing Snow’s body for Pmia’s eggs. Snow writhed and wiggled below the Drider that was Pmia, and then the Draenei felt it. A large, baseball-sized orb pressed up against the lips of Snow’s vagina, demanding entry.

“Knock-knock…” Pmia said teasingly with a little giggle. Snow’s eyes were wide with both fear and excitement. Then another bumped against the one, more and more came to push until at last, ‘POP!’ They flooded past the walls, further down Pmia’s ovi-cock, and finally, into Snow’s womb. Egg after egg flooded in. Below, Snow’s stomach was distorted, looking at least nine-months pregnant. Though orbs showed through the skin, giving away just what the young Monk was stuffed with.

Snow couldn’t even comprehend the world around her anymore, the pleasure was simply too great. Orgasm after orgasm wrecked her body after each egg passed through. That was, until she felt that ovipositor withdraw from her body. The sheer void of having her tunnel stuffed so fully was gone, left with the painful yet pleasurable wake of throbbing memories.