Assault of the Void

As voted for by you, here’s the moment that Saran is forever changed  from a Sin’dorei to a Ren’dorei (Void Elf). Short story summary below for those interested in the lore of porn!

Story:

Long  and lonely the exile of Saran Embervale had been. Parted from his taboo  relationship with his brother by their cruel and hateful father, Saran  began to seek solace in things that went against the wishes of  Silvermoon. Yet he was already exiled, what difference would it make to  him now? What had the light done for him except shun him away from the  joy he once had.

Out in the Ghostlands, Saran decided to take the  leap into the void with a group of other Elves who had be outcasted by  their kin and sought new strength in the unknown. What happened would  forever change him as he found himself pulled through an endless space  of darkness, constricted by shadowy tendrils that violated his body and  mind from head to toe. Thousands of whispering voices invaded his mind  as the tendrils invaded his holes, attempting to twist him to their will  from every part of his being.

He was almost lost to it. He could  feel the void taking him with every passing moment until something  clasped his wrist. It was no tendril or shadowy claw from the dark  beyond but that of a mortal. He turned his now blue luminous eyes to the  source to find a hooded Elven ranger shouting at him, pulling his wrist  towards her. Her words were soundless at first before her voice broke  through the deafening silence of the void realm.

“Saran. Saran! Don’t give in, follow my voice! Make them release you! You can make them!” She  cried out to him, still holding his arm to stop him sinking deeper into  the grasp. He could feel his mind returning to his own, it angered the  tendrils and the voices as they began to submit to Saran’s own will.  When their hold on him loosened enough, the Ranger pulled him hard and  tugged him through the tear she had been reaching through.

When he  came through he was still naked and laying atop the Elven Ranger who  stroked his hair and comforted him. His skin was a shade of purple-blue  and his hair had turned from blonde to dark purple. “Thank...you...R-ranger. Who...who are you?” he finally spoke, his voice shaky and weak.

“My name is Alleria Windrunner. You have a lot to learn, Saran. And I will help you. I will help all of you.” She said with overwhelming confidence, holding him tightly as he fainted against her.