Story by Custos
(Original posting 8 March 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Ashwyn commission: The Numen of Virlity 2

The bells are tolling over the city as the guards are closing the gates and pandemonium stampedes through the streets. Clouds of pink waft up from the sewers and from all the wells in the town, causing its residents to behave completely like animals in heat, tearing off their clothes and grinding up against anyone or anything in the vicinity. The drinking water seems to have been laced by incredibly effective aphrodisiacs, turning whoever comes into contact with it into a sexual machine with a desperate need to breed. Men, women, cubs. The young, the old. The frail and the strong. Skin and fur are bared as clothes are shed and torn, the scent of sex marinating the streets a thick haze.

Watching from afar stands the large goo dragon Nullivox, having taken on the form of a quadruped with impressive wings and a strong upper torso as his army of feral, quadruped, and anthropomorphic goo animals waits impatiently for his signal. Creatures born and spawned from decades of selective breeding as Nullivox’ influence spread throughout the lands, swallowing up mostly primitive tribes and wildlife until today the day has come to absorb his first kingdom within his embrace and loins. Next to him stands the tall and proud wolf prince of the kingdom about to fall. It didn’t take Nullivox’ cult much to persuade the boy over to their cause, for the teenage cub resents his father and family for the strict upbringing and many responsibilities they imposed upon him. What the goo dragon had promised him was complete freedom and a hedonistic lifestyle, with a prominent place at his side whilst the boy would be free to do whatever he pleases with whomever he pleases. The prince had arranged for Nullivox’ cult to have the freedom to move throughout the city and plant the goo dragon’s strong pheromones in strategic places, with today the plan having come to fruition.

“The fruits of our labour are coming to fruition, young prince Bladd. Today a kingdom falls and another rises. One celebrating the carnal delights as only my followers can. Today, you shall be king. And I shall take my rightful place as the god you worship.”

The fifteen-year-old nods solemnly as he hears the screaming and the bells even from such distance, his gaze remaining trained on the city’s walls as his hand is placed on the sticky surface of the oozing quadruped dragon’s skin:”Remember your promise, my lord. I shall be king. And my subjects shall not be harmed. Not a single one.”
Nullivox squints his eyes slightly as he places a large hand from his upper torso onto the young boy’s shoulder:”You have my word, prince Bladd. None shall resist and none shall be harmed. All shall be united under my wing and loins. Fear, anger, sadness, apathy, … all of these shall belong to the past. For there is only delight underneath my rule.”

The goo dragon’s front paws kneel down slightly until Nullivox’ maw can reach the teenager wolf’s neck, nipping at it before biting down softly, making the fifteen-year-old moan out as a hint of pink emerges from his exposed sheath:”After all, you should know the pleasures I can inflict, my prince. Rejoice and delight, young prince Bladd. For I shall bestow sexual wonders upon you during your coronation ceremony today, the likes of which you could never conceive of!”
Prince Bladd feels the shiver run up his spine as his pink feral canine member emerges from his sheath, the boy having discarded all clothing except for his royal cape and princely crown, as well as his jewellery. The mere presence of Nullivox intoxicates him, every touch like a sip from divine ambrosia. He’d do anything for his god. And soon, his subjects will too:”Y-yes, my lord. I am your humble servant.”

The siege of the city was over with in a matter of an hour. The majority of the city’s people were under the influence of Nullivox’ powerful aphrodisiac pheromones, whilst those that weren’t were quickly overpowered or simply surrendered. The gates were swung open without a drop of blood needing to be spilled, the large quadruped ooze dragon stepping proudly and stately through the main street under loud moaning cheers and fornication of the city’s civilians, the young prince riding him like a mount as their parade of followers marched upon the citadel of the king. Semen and wine flowed freely through the streets of the city as its inhabitants celebrated their ‘liberation’ in the most carnally delightful ways possible, the sights not even rivalled by Sodom and Gomorrah.

Under loud and cheerful trumpets, the doors to the king’s throne room are swung open and flower petals twirl down from the rafters as the divine goo dragon and the young prince Bladd move forwards over the cum-soaked red carpet. The nobles present bow as soon as the couple passes them by, their garments cast aside just like their modesty, with dripping erections and semen-coated firm breasts and pussies on display. The wolf king is kneeling before his throne, his crown discarded on the floor in front of him in defeat, just like his queen next to him. Nullivox waves the pheromone-intoxicated guards away who had kept the kingly couple in check and prince Bladd dismounts his god to stand before his defeated parents. His youthful cock stands up firmly and proudly, like a young soldier in salute, spritzing little jets of precum excitedly:”Father. Mother. Today I succeed you. Do not resist and submit. You do not need to get hurt.”

The wolf father’s eyes turn upwards towards his son, briefly pausing on his boy’s trembling erection for but a fraction of a second before making stern eye contact:”Our kingdom has stood proud for hundreds of years. Today, you run it into the ground with one fell swoop, son of mine. There will be nothing to rule but ashes and mindless sex puppets. You worship a false god.”
Nullivox, large as he is as a quadruped, reaches down and picks up the crown of the dethroned king. As prince Bladd turns to face the crowd in the throne room, the goo dragon takes his place behind the teenage boy, lifting the crown high up in the air and slowly lowering it down upon the prince’s head:”You’re wrong, father. Today marks a new beginning. A fresh page that shall continue the greatness of our kingdom and expand it. For Nullivox has chosen me, and us, as we shall be the kingdom to rule all others. The realm shall bow before us and we shall know no equal!”

The crown is placed upon Bladd’s head and the boy gasps as some of the goo from the dragon runs down his spine, infusing with his flesh and fur. Under loud cheering of the lustful fornicating crowd, the young prince finds his mind invaded by the thoughts of his god, Nullivox grinning wickedly as he has imparted a sliver of his being upon the boy like a symbiote, linking them together permanently and infusing the boy with powers very much like his. The boy sprouts wings of goo, like an angel, then finds himself encased in goo completely, briefly forming him into a quadruped as well before returning him to normal. Nullivox speaks loudly for the whole throne room to hear:”All hail king Bladd! My chosen one! The one upon whom I have bestowed my divine gifts. Long may he reign!”
The crowd echoes the sentiments and breaks out in a large mass of sex as furry, feral, and quadruped mate and fornicate without distinction between age, gender, or sex. United as one in flesh and soul.

The boy king pants as he recovers from his infusion, his eyes turning towards his horrified father and mother as they’re still kneeling on the floor, fully clothed in their regal dress. Nullivox grins as he stands by the side, yet Bladd can hear his voice clear as day in his mind as the symbiotic presence within him speaks to him:”My king. There is one more requirement yet to fulfil your destiny and succeed your father and mother fully as ruler of this kingdom. The new must establish its dominance over the old. Demonstrate your power!”

Bladd looks down upon his father, half his face covered in the biological slime of the ooze dragon as he grins, his skin and fur dissolving underneath and baring the skeletal structure of his skull underneath:”You shall face the people you let down, father. As I take my rightful place as their ruler. And yours.”
A snap of the fifteen-year-old’s fingers causes goo to shoot out from underneath the stunned kneeling wolf king, forming into tendrils as they attach themselves to the high ceiling and the floor, causing the proud man to jerk upright like a marionette being pulled by its strings. The adult wolf male growls helplessly as his son, corrupted beyond redemption, steps around his father. The boy’s fur and skin evaporates wherever the slime touches him, showing his skeletal structure through it as if acting like a translucent skin just like Nullivox’, but reconstitutes wherever the slime recedes:”Don’t worry, father. I shall be a much more gentle king and family to you than you ever were to me. Such is my mercy.”

The adult wolf male growls furiously, but remains otherwise silent as he does not indulge the words of his betrayer son. Bladd’s skeletal hand reaches forwards and caresses his father’s clothes with the ooze-like skin of his fingers, the fabric sizzling and melting away to reveal his father’s strong physique. The wolf king can’t help but be slowly bared before his many subjects, all of whom are in the frenzy of a huge hedonistic orgy right there in his throne room, a sight and disgrace he never thought he’d witness. All eyes are upon the former king as his muscular body and girthy sheath are revealed, with coos and gasps of awe resounding throughout the large space. The wolf boy steps in front of his father, his own feral canine cock defiantly pointing upwards straight at the male’s face as he takes in the adult male’s features:”I’ve never seen you naked, father. It seems I at least inherited some desirable features from you. Now. Kneel and submit to your king.”

The former king refuses outright to obey, growling at his son as his snarl is interrupted in the midst of a mumbles curse word by a tendril of slime under his son’s command wrapping around his maw. The other coils of ooze force the shackled regal wolf man to fall to his knees in front of his son, with his wet nose pressed firmly into the warm twitching canine shaft of his boy. Bladd rubs his erection over his own father’s face almost with tenderness, yet there is mostly defiance in his eyes as droplets of his boyish precum start staining the adult’s fur:”You shall make up for all the indignities I had to go through, father. All the ceremony. All the unfair expectations placed upon a young child. Today, you shall learn.”

The tentacles of slime force the former king’s muzzle open as the boy king’s throbbing fifteen-year-old member is smoothly slid inside, loud cheering erupting from the crowd as they fornicate in a frenzy. Furries, quadrupeds, ferals, in regular flesh and fur or already converted into a creature of goo like their god. All united under the banner of the haze-inducing pheromones. United in sex.

Nullivox is patient, sitting upon his haunches as his own excitement is clearly protruding from between his hind legs. None shall partake of him, however. Not until the boy king has finished succeeding his parents… and after the ceremony soon to follow. Forcefully taking possession of the powers that be, to rule this kingdom, is not enough. For the goo dragon knows the value of decorum. Of validity in the eyes of the world, as he will lull them to sleep for as long as needed. Until all are united underneath his wing and seed.

Bladd is grunting excitedly, humping away at the muzzle of his own father by blood whilst the adult is powerless to stop him. His eyes never waver from maintaining eye contact with his dad, the wolf man looking up at him with a deep hatred as he’s forced to suck upon the cock of his own flesh and blood. To be humiliated and emasculated in front of his followers, corrupted or not.

Soon, the boy king withdraws his pink feral shaft from his father’s lips, the tendrils withdrawing and allowing the male to cough. The fifteen-year-old teenager scoffs as he nudges his foot against his father’s swollen sheath and raging erection:”Now, now. Father. I didn’t know you enjoy cock. Especially from a young boy like me. Your very own blood. Don’t you worry, for you shall receive much more.”
This is the first time a hint of fear is visible in the adult wolf’s eyes, as the slime tendrils force him to be suspended in the air and positioned on his back with his legs open, in a most undignified position and his tail hole exposed to the whole congregation. Whistling can be heard, the crowd cheering for their boy king as he steps up and places his tip against his father’s warm and lubricated pucker:”After you, I shall take mother as well, father. I shall take not only your crown, but your wife as well. And your progeny, for she shall bear my child.”

The wolf roars out as his virginal tail hole is penetrated roughly by his own son, the slick youthful canine cock sinking smoothly inside until the furry balls of his own flesh and blood come to rest against his buttocks. For the first time, moistness can be seen welling up in the corner of the adult wolf’s eyes:”Son, please. Do not-“
The next words devolve into a loud howl, spurred on by the growing influence of the goo dragon’s hormones onto the former king’s body and mind. Nullivox had consciously spared the wolf so as to facilitate maximum awareness. The time has come for the father to accept that from now on, his single duty is to serve his son until the end of his days. Body and soul.

The throne room is filled with the echoing sounds of sex, but none are as prominent or clear as the wet slaps of Bladd’s balls against his father’s buttocks. The young boy howls out in ecstasy, his knot rapidly swelling and locking his cock into his own father’s hole as a geyser of youthful seed warms the former king’s backside. The adult male wolf’s eyes are glossing over as the corruption takes hold, aided by the equally tainted seed of the amalgamation that was formerly his sweet innocent boy being injected into his body. Mutating his flesh from within. Transforming him.

The boy king turns his father and himself around for maximum visibility towards the crowd, which erupts into cheers as they can witness their ruler has knotted his own father, securely pumping his teenage semen deeply within the male’s ass. Bladd leans in and whispers into his father’s ear:”You shall bear me pups too, dear father of mine. You shall birth them alongside mother. I’ll make sure of it.”
Bladd then forcefully withdraws himself from his father’s loins, the adult male wolf howling in pleasurable pain as a geyser of white wolf cum jets out from his ass onto the stones below for all to see. A goo tentacle quickly lashes out and forces itself inside the wolf’s ass, taking on the shape of the cock that just left it and plugging up any further leakage.

The male wolf is left dangling for all to see as the boy king then turns towards his mother, the woman horrified to have seen what fate befell her husband. By the hands, and cock, of her own son. Bladd extends his hand towards her under approving eyes of the slime dragon god Nullivox, offering her to kneel before him as he stands before her with his dripping teenage cock and a quarter of his body replaced with the goo-like skin showing his skeletal structure underneath:”Shall you submit willingly, mother? Will you bear the future kings inside your womb like you have done before? Or do I need to convince you?”

Slowly, the female wolf scoots forwards defeated, keeping her eyes closed as she places a reverent kiss upon her own son’s throbbing red canine penis. She rises and discards the beautiful dress she is wearing, revealing her body is still beautiful and fertile, with wide hips and full voluptuous breasts. She surrenders to the madness, her eyes glazing over as well rapidly now, for she has submitted defeat.

Bladd is much more gentle and respectful of his mother’s body, sitting down upon his father’s former throne as he bids her to straddle him and face towards his subjects in the throne room. The pink pointy tip of his wolfish cock slips through the slick cleft of her womanhood, the swollen lips of her vulva embracing the length of her own boy before a slight change in angle causes her baby boy’s penis to smoothly impale her womanly form until his balls press against her sensitive clitoris. The former wolf king is forced to observe his wife submitting to his son, Nullivox looming over him as a few tears of the man’s last independence rolls down his cheeks, the goo dragon’s long sticky tongue slithering over the male’s body:”Do not weep, fallen king. For all are united under my banner. No pain. No suffering. No tears. Only happiness and pleasure. Stop fighting and give in. You shall experience nothing but bliss. Want nothing more than to service your son as he breeds your wife. Your former wife. His breeding slut now.”

Nullivox is grinding himself against the restrained male wolf, getting himself ready for the final ceremony as the domestication process of the boy king’s parents is nearing its conclusion. Bladd is wildly thrusting up into his mother’s suckling pussy, her breasts bouncing wildly up and down as her son pinches her swollen excited nipples, moaning in tandem with her cub as she supports herself on the armrests of the throne with both her feet and hands. The former queen’s pussy is so wet and slick that her son’s knot disappears inside without effort, popping out with an audible pop each time Bladd withdraws his hips, only to force his fifteen-year-old penis to be stuffed up inside his mother’s slit once more.

The sheer thought of sliding his cock into the channel that once birthed him, to have his tip bump into the mouth of the womb that housed him for nine months. It exhilarated Bladd to no end. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls and his blood scorching through his veins. The eyes of Nullivox are alight with dark delight as he witnesses the boy king ejaculate copious amounts of his boyish sperm deeply within the womb and loins of his own mother, the goo dragon’s ‘treatment’ ensuring fertilisation of her eggs and making sure the same happens within the transforming innards of the boy’s father. The boy king howls out in pleasure as his knot disappears one final time inside his mother’s pulsing slit, her pussy lips blushing and juicy slick with their combined sex juices as she too explodes upon the cock of her son, experiencing an orgasm unlike any before. To experience the hot geyser of her own blood erupt within her womanly nethers and willingly receive it, there is no greater pleasure a mother could experience. Her thirsty uterus suckles the very tip of her boy’s cock inside and locks it there until every drop of his boyish milk is massaged from his shaft and balls.

Finally, the wolf woman lays at the foot of the throne as Bladd tosses his head back in after bliss. Nullivox steps forwards from the shadows, his enormous form towering over the exhausted boy king as his voice rumbles deep and menacingly:”I have given you everything you wanted, my king. Now you shall fulfil your duties towards me.”
The boy’s own slimy coils force Bladd upright, the wolf teenager a little bit shocked about the lack of control over his new body which he perceived to be fully at his will:”Huh? What? W-what do you want from me, my lord?”

Music starts to play throughout the halls as somewhere the organ is played, the traditional wedding march as the fornicating crowd ceases their sexual deviancy and stands at salute towards the thrones in front, almost like puppets drawn by their strings. The only free minds remaining seem to be Bladd, and to a lesser extent, his parents. For they too are positioned by the tendrils to face the happy pair as Nullivox climbs over king Bladd’s body and positions his enormous quadruped dragon cock at the boy’s hole, with the boyish king facing towards his subjects in the room.
- “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today the witness the union of the god Nullivox and his loyal subject, king Bladd. If anyone objects to this marriage, may they speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Bladd is unable to move, his eyes darting towards his parents whom are both still seeping his semen, but their mouths remaining eerily silent. And their eyes eerily empty. None in the crowd of slime puppets speak up. The boy king’s eyes wander back towards Nullivox, the goo dragon grinning down at his toy as he presses the very tip of his cock already between the teenager’s buttocks:”King Bladd, do you take the god Nullivox as your lawfully wedded husband?”
The fifteen-year-old couldn’t have protested even if he had wanted to, for he was bound by the pact he made. The words are uttered from his lips before he even noticed:”I do.”
Nullivox grins, a squirt of precum already lubing up the teenager’s waiting hole as he positions his draconic cock against it, the sheer size of it impossible for a wolf boy Bladd’s size:”And I, god Nullivox, take king Bladd as my lawfully wedded husband. By the power invested in me, I pronounce us husband and husband. We must now consummate the marriage!”

The boy’s cries echo through the halls of the castle, filled with slime creatures and the kingdom’s inhabitants fornicating like there’s no tomorrow. The dragon’s huge girth makes Bladd’s body feel like it is splitting open. The goo dragon is lolling out his tongue, grabbing the boy with both the front paws of his quadruped body as well as the arms of his torso on top, holding him still for the impossibly large invading penis. Bones shift and crackle underneath Bladd’s fur, accommodating the enormous penetration as he fights against his god’s grip. Then, the first squirt of precum enters the boy king’s body and his fighting immediately ceases as immense and overwhelming pleasure drowns out any pain or discomfort from the massive cock burrowing its way inside his body. More and more of the boy’s body is overtaken by his gooey skin, the boy freely able to control how much of his flesh remains and how much is substituted.

The quadruped dragon god’s cock is visible through the translucent skin, bumping repeatedly in a womb forming inside king Bladd’s stomach, ready for fertilisation himself. His parents shall bear his pups. He shall bear divine Nullivox’ hatchlings. A clutch to rule the kingdoms they shall conquer shortly.

A flame erupts from the enormous dragon’s maw and burns away the flags of the fallen kingdom from the rafters as Nullivox’ cock erupts inside the teenage wolf boy’s body. Space runs out after the first shot already, wave upon wave of the goo dragon’s semen washing down the stone steps of the throne room towards the subjects whom have resumed their mindless rutting. They splash around in the dragon’s semen, positively bathing in it, as the fountain of youth springs forth from their new king’s ass.

Nullivox’ slime tentacles strap Bladd underneath his quadruped body, the dragon’s head leaning in to whisper into the boy’s ear, clearly intending to keep him there like the cock warmer he is for the foreseeable future:”Hail cock sleeve Bladd. Long may he reign!”