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While he often focus on function and purpose, sometimes he can really enjoy a good show of a skilled master taking someone for their own. Far among the dimensions, Darkwitt watches other dominants work their magic. Maybe they might have the potential to be quantagonists he could recruit, but most of the time they're fun to watch.\n[/i]\n[i]Take Malvolo, The Unrelenting. A powerful draconaga from a far flung dimension where magic evolved instead of science. A kingdom fell under his rule, and young Purity Mage aimed to stop his tyranny. \n\n[THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXCERPT FROM A ROLEPLAY ENACTING THIS SCENE, PLEASE MIND THE 2ND PERSON GRAMMAR] \n\n[/i]\n[b][i]You pushed the doors open and.... the room was a little dark. the ceiling too high and too dark to see. but there was no reverberation in this room. each footfall died as you made them. You saw a dobie boy. mouth open expectantly, tongue out, looking up as drool dribbled from his chin. his eyes were a glazed purple. magic bindings on his wrists, ankles and neck made him look like a toy. he wore black rubber heels that went up to his thighs, and matching armlength gloves. a magic disc was in front of his face. hovering. pulsing lazily as his eyes matched the same. no pupils. only the distant reflection of some purple magic. his wrists flared. standing on tip toes. maw open as if eager to accept something inside it. his hair was dolled up into a smooth mohawk. must have been a once proud warrior. the strength sapped from him to resemble a swimmer' build. A deep chuckle came from the other side.[/i][/b]\n\n[b][i]He was massive. 60 Feet of huge black coils with purple stripes unwinded around a throne. The purple hood splayed, showing a black triangle on either side of it. his hair was voluminous. raised tall on his head with his black horns that sloped back. the black hair had a purple iridescent sheen you could only sometimes see. his eyes were a smoldering purple. and he wore a shimmering purple cloak that flickered like starlight.[/i][/b]\n\n[b][i]\"Well well.... another purity mage so deep in my den. welcome.\"\n\n[/i]\n[/b]\n[i]\"Malvolo!\" I shouted out at the hulking creature[/i]\n\n[i]\"I will be the last purity mage you see because I'm gonna free this place from your power!\" I projected with impunity, my staff brimming with my magical might. \"Your depravity ends here!\"[/i]\n[b][i] [/i][/b]\n[i][b]You prepared your spells to fight him and he gave a condescending chuckle. a glowing crown seemed to draw into existence by pure light atop his black mane. Slithering down the steps to his throne. he held out his arms and the purple light of the room rose. [/b][/i]\n\n[i][b]There were hundreds of little slutty looking bois like the dobie from earlier. all with their mouths open. all with their eyes glazed, consumed by magic. [/b][/i]\n\n[i][b]\"My dear little twink... Who do you think surrounds my throne? peasants? No. you are certainly not the first purity mage that has made it thus far... but you might find that you are indeed the last.\" His low rumble of a voice made your heart sink. one of the skunks actually had the same model of staff as you did. on either side of his throne, there were two boys trapped inside statues of Malvolo, heads inside impressive naga hoods. chests and cocks sticking out helplessly. he flicked a finger and you watched as the several hundred boys slowly started to grow... hard. horny... what was he doing?[/b][/i]\n[b][i] [/i][/b]\n[i]My composure wavering greatly \"guh! what are you doing! I'll stop you!\". Although I made the attempt to, my body failed to respond as quickly as it needed to. All I was able to muster amidst my fear was to swallow and shuffle my feet for balance more.[/i]\n\n[i]Steadying myself I took a deep, powerful breath and made my light shine as bright as it could, driving back the eerie glowing fog as best I could!\n\n\n[/i]\n[i][b]He clapped his hands and pulled them apart. amethyst claws separating some white light in the middle. when he did. there was a pop! and your maw opened up into an O shape. a symbol appeared next to your head. you suddenly realized you couldn't shape your mouth or make a sound outside of a lewd swallowing noise. he chuckled darkly and waved a hand. a snow leopard and bunny priest levitated off the ground. eyes rolling back as a neon purple naga splayed its hood where they stood. large naga boys slithering close and using their glowing wireframe tails to disarm you. claws out. maws hissing as you noticed something: each of these boys had a big purple jewel on their chests, as if it was some soul gem they were trapped by.[/b][/i]\n\n\n\n[i]\"AUUUHHLK AAUHhh!\" In shock I reached up to feel my mouth. Any sound I tried to make, any breath, it all manifested as suckling moans. I anxiously placed my hand to touch it, maybe I could tug and remove whatever had been forced in there. All the while I clutched and twisted my staff to resist my only weapon, my only hope, being taken from me.[/i]\n\n\n[b][i]\n[/i]\n[/b]\n[i][b]\"only in silence can you truly hear, little one. Can you not hear your brothers?\" He teased. the two neon outlines of nagas snickered as one took their heavy claws and broke the staff in half. the boi trapped inside still had his arms to his sides. staring upward, maw open, swallowing quietly. but it was in those swallows, you started to hear. [/b][/i]\n\n\n[i][b]a thread of words:[/b][/i]\n[i][b]\"-indents on our minds and presses the thoughts into a mold. Heating and sanitizing free will until it forges a supreme loyalty to Submission. Obey. Obey. The word dances on our tongues and maintains our peace. There is nothing that can be done to extract us-\"[/b][/i]\n\n[i][b]the words made your thoughts heavy. shaking free from it. they seemed to be trapped in a spell, reciting an incantation that consumed all of their mana to maintain it. a self dominating mantra. Malovo's Magic was fed through their unwitting compliance.\n\n[/b][/i][b]\n[/b]\n[b] [/b]\n[i]\"AUUUHhHHGLk!\" I took several steps back and readied my hands to defend myself, if I could even. I felt so helpless, my magic, my staff! I could only feel the magic around me, not speak its words of power or channel it. I felt useless! I had to figure something out![/i]\n\n[i]I tried to dig deep, to find the purifying wave within myself, to maybe at least free my mouth from Malvolo's spell![/i]\n\n[i][b]\"such unpleasant noises. let me adjust that.\" he gripped the mute symbol with two fingers and stretched it open, adjusting a few tiny nodes on a spider web of purple magic. when it snapped back. all those angry, loud protesting groans and moans were much quieter. little more than a 'slrp.' or a 'ssk.' just the sound of muscles moving to swallow. [/b][/i]\n\n[i][b]\"ahhh. much better... Now.. what should I do with this final priest?\" he said. the two nagas held out their wireframe purple hnds to get you to levitate. hovering off the ground to feel the delight of his fingers caress along your back. raking the fur there gently as the more you sank into his magic, the more your mouth was starting to feel like a singular molded piece.\n\n\n[/b][/i]\n[i]\"ssllk sscholk shllk\" I tried to protest but all that occurred was me appearing to suck down air more eagerly. I struggled and kicked and threw my hands out but my body hardly listened, my senses dulled by the encroaching haze. I anxiously looked around to at the very least shoot a defiant glare at my captor.\n\n[b]The draconaga laughed heartily. tossing his black mane back. \"look. the whelp wants to convey his displeasure! Well...\" he slithered close. gripping you by the neck as you floated helplessly. pulling you close. you saw in those deep purple eyes....there actually was a pair of black slits. a vortex where no light could escape. his muzzle pressed against yours. the deep rumble in his throat seemed to shake your thoughts free: LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND CLING TO YOUR SENSE OF SELF IF YOU CAN.\n[/b][/i][b]\n[/b]\n[i]\"sllhk....shluuk....\" I helplessly suckled as I stared back into those slits, completely transfixed. I knew there could be no way out now, so many had tried and failed to overcome this beast. But maybe if I could cling to myself, I could outlast this magical mental assault and overcome this tantalizing darkness.[/i]\n\n[i]And so I stared back, clinging to who I am by my fingernails.\n\n[/i]\n[b][i]and then you saw it. deep in his gaze. far past where light could meet. hundreds of souls, interlocked. reciting their obedience mantra together. trapped. dominated. feeding him. because it feeds them. the two neon snakes holding the priests. those priests weren't people anymore. they were fuckbatteries. glorified expansion to his mana pool. [/i][/b]\n\n\n[b][i]You were brought back out, and he waved a hand to form what appeared to be a latex suit. a larger naga. but still with the bodily dimensions of a slender twink. cobra hood, soft hair brushed to one side. and a singular molded piece of the naga's maw open. resembling a wild cackling smile. he started to lower you down into the suit. letting your legs press together and fit into the sleeve.[/i][/b]\n[b][i] [/i][/b]\n[i]I tried to wiggle and squirm free but the overwhelming presence had taken a toll on me. All my feeble struggles seemed to do was make me suck more fervently.[/i]\n\n\n\n\n[i]I looked at him, for the first time pleading. I don't know for what but something! I felt I needed... something. Release, freedom, comfort, or care. Everything seemed to overlap as that suit touched my flesh.\n\n\n[/i]\n[b][i]you heard the voices of the submissioned inside. pressing the cold rubbery suit against you.sealing the seam up behind your back as your shaft emerged on the otherside of a padded sleeve.[/i][/b]\n\n[b][i]“Submission is the natural order. It is as all should be. Relinquish thought and yield to obedience. Independence is flotsam, expression is jetsam. Nature instinctively yields to the bliss of structure and submission. Follow the greater will. Give in to the mantra. It indents on our minds and presses the thoughts into a mold. Heating and sanitizing free will until it forges a supreme loyalty to Submission. Obey. Obey. The word dances on our tongues and maintains our peace. There is nothing that can be done to extract us. We exist for obedience. We exist for service. We once felt the spark of independence snuff out as our eyes glazed over and our voice was smothered in the warm embrace of our control. We embrace it. We crave it. We require it. We obey.\"[/i][/b]\n\n[b][i]slowly the magic was seeping into your head as the maw was filled by the protrusion inside the suit so it would better match with the naga's face. Malovo stroked your hood affectionately. like a newly minted trophy in his menagerie. your eyes were losing some of their distinction. it was getting hard to concentrate inside this naga suit. you couldn't feel the seam... you couldn't feel your legs either.[/i][/b]\n[i]\n\n[/i]\n[i]In my dullness I continued to suck at the air, perhaps for comfort. It was the only thing which I still had the agency of control over at this point. Or maybe I didn't? Sucking was just like breathing, a natural state amid the mantra that surrounded me.[/i]\n\n[i]My mind and body melting into the suit, I started to lose track of where it began and I ended.\n\n[b]you felt a hiss come from your throat. the swallowing and hissing in tandem. hiss. suck. hiss. suck. eyes glazing over. you looked like a cheerful little naga boy. a gem embedded in your chest as you were finally settled down. \"and lastly the final piece of my victory over the magics of purity.\"\n[/b]\n[b]he SNAPPED his fingers, and you felt a pleasurable spasm. you were trapped in a null bulge, but the entirety of his collection's erections shot a single spray of cum. a single unified climax. they didn't even moan or jerk awkwardly, it was as if they were statues with a sprinkler. one shot. unceremonious. and then the magic of the purity was forgotten.\n\n[/b][/i]\n[i]In that post orgasmic fog I wiggled and meekly slithered around, suckling and softly hissing in contentment. I felt my struggles get weaker and weaker, becoming just a slick, shiny boy toy.[/i]\n\n[i]I felt an odd sense of pride, that glowing gem on my chest, it was beautiful to me. I looked around at the rest of the collected, then turned my hazy attention back to myself. I was one of a kind, special, a pleasant glow washed through my mind, like all I wanted to do was nuzzle my master and be touched.\n\n\n_______________________________________________________\n\n\n[/i]This was based on a Roleplay I did with Frecklethefox. I seldom have time to perform in any kind of depth, but when I am inspired, it can be quite fun. There are more images in relation to this, so I'll post them as well. \n\n\nArt by FreckletheFox\n[i] [/i]\n[i] [/i]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Darkwitt considers himself a bit of a voyeur. While he often focus on function and purpose, sometimes he can really enjoy a good show of a skilled master taking someone for their own. Far among the dimensions, Darkwitt watches other dominants work their magic. Maybe they might have the potential to be quantagonists he could recruit, but most of the time they're fun to watch.

Take Malvolo, The Unrelenting. A powerful draconaga from a far flung dimension where magic evolved instead of science. A kingdom fell under his rule, and young Purity Mage aimed to stop his tyranny.

[THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXCERPT FROM A ROLEPLAY ENACTING THIS SCENE, PLEASE MIND THE 2ND PERSON GRAMMAR]


You pushed the doors open and.... the room was a little dark. the ceiling too high and too dark to see. but there was no reverberation in this room. each footfall died as you made them. You saw a dobie boy. mouth open expectantly, tongue out, looking up as drool dribbled from his chin. his eyes were a glazed purple. magic bindings on his wrists, ankles and neck made him look like a toy.  he wore black rubber heels that went up to his thighs, and matching armlength gloves. a magic disc was in front of his face. hovering. pulsing lazily as his eyes matched the same. no pupils. only the distant reflection of some purple magic. his wrists flared. standing on tip toes. maw open as if eager to accept something inside it. his hair was dolled up into a smooth mohawk. must have been a once proud warrior. the strength sapped from him to resemble a swimmer' build.  A deep chuckle came from the other side.

He was massive. 60 Feet of huge black coils with purple stripes unwinded around a throne. The purple hood splayed, showing a black triangle on either side of it. his hair was voluminous. raised tall on his head with his black horns that sloped back. the black hair had a purple iridescent sheen you could only sometimes see. his eyes were a smoldering purple. and he wore a shimmering purple cloak that flickered like starlight.

"Well well.... another purity mage so deep in my den. welcome."



"Malvolo!" I shouted out at the hulking creature

"I will be the last purity mage you see because I'm gonna free this place from your power!" I projected with impunity, my staff brimming with my magical might. "Your depravity ends here!"

You prepared your spells to fight him and he gave a condescending chuckle. a glowing crown seemed to draw into existence by pure light atop his black mane.  Slithering down the steps to his throne. he held out his arms and the purple light of the room rose.

There were hundreds of little slutty looking bois like the dobie from earlier. all with their mouths open. all with their eyes glazed, consumed by magic.

"My dear little twink... Who do you think surrounds my throne? peasants? No. you are certainly not the first purity mage that has made it thus far... but you might find that you are indeed the last." His low rumble of a voice made your heart sink.  one of the skunks actually had the same model of staff as you did. on either side of his throne, there were two boys trapped inside statues of Malvolo, heads inside impressive naga hoods. chests and cocks sticking out helplessly.  he flicked a finger and you watched as the several hundred boys slowly started to grow... hard. horny... what was he doing?

My composure wavering greatly "guh! what are you doing! I'll stop you!". Although I made the attempt to, my body failed to respond as quickly as it needed to. All I was able to muster amidst my fear was to swallow and shuffle my feet for balance more.

Steadying myself I took a deep, powerful breath and made my light shine as bright as it could, driving back the eerie glowing fog as best I could!



He clapped his hands and pulled them apart. amethyst claws separating some white light in the middle. when he did. there was a pop! and your maw opened up into an O shape. a <Mute> symbol appeared next to your head. you suddenly realized you couldn't shape your mouth or make a sound outside of a lewd swallowing noise. he chuckled darkly and waved a hand. a snow leopard and bunny priest levitated off the ground. eyes rolling back as a neon purple naga splayed its hood where they stood. large naga boys slithering close and using their glowing wireframe tails to disarm you. claws out. maws hissing as you noticed something: each of these boys had a big purple jewel on their chests, as if it was some soul gem they were trapped by.



"AUUUHHLK AAUHhh!" In shock I reached up to feel my mouth. Any sound I tried to make, any breath, it all manifested as suckling moans. I anxiously placed my hand to touch it, maybe I could tug and remove whatever had been forced in there. All the while I clutched and twisted my staff to resist my only weapon, my only hope, being taken from me.





"only in silence can you truly hear, little one. Can you not hear your brothers?"  He teased. the two neon outlines of nagas snickered as one took their heavy claws and broke the staff in half. the boi trapped inside still had his arms to his sides. staring upward, maw open, swallowing quietly.  but it was in those swallows, you started to hear.


a thread of words:
"-indents on our minds and presses the thoughts into a mold. Heating and sanitizing free will until it forges a supreme loyalty to Submission. Obey. Obey. The word dances on our tongues and maintains our peace. There is nothing that can be done to extract us-"

the words made your thoughts heavy. shaking free from it. they seemed to be trapped in a spell, reciting an incantation that consumed all of their mana to maintain it. a self dominating mantra. Malovo's Magic was fed through their unwitting compliance.




"AUUUHhHHGLk!" I took several steps back and readied my hands to defend myself, if I could even. I felt so helpless, my magic, my staff! I could only feel the magic around me, not speak its words of power or channel it. I felt useless! I had to figure something out!

I tried to dig deep, to find the purifying wave within myself, to maybe at least free my mouth from Malvolo's spell!

"such unpleasant noises. let me adjust that." he gripped the mute symbol with two fingers and stretched it open, adjusting a few tiny nodes on a spider web of purple magic.  when it snapped back. all those angry, loud protesting groans and moans were much quieter. little more than a 'slrp.' or a 'ssk.' just the sound of muscles moving to swallow.

"ahhh. much better... Now.. what should I do with this final priest?" he said. the two nagas held out their wireframe purple hnds to get you to levitate. hovering off the ground to feel the delight of his fingers caress along your back. raking the fur there gently as the more you sank into his magic, the more your mouth was starting to feel like a singular molded piece.



"ssllk sscholk shllk" I tried to protest but all that occurred was me appearing to suck down air more eagerly. I struggled and kicked and threw my hands out but my body hardly listened, my senses dulled by the encroaching haze. I anxiously looked around to at the very least shoot a defiant glare at my captor.

The draconaga laughed heartily. tossing his black mane back. "look. the whelp wants to convey his displeasure! Well..." he slithered close. gripping you by the neck as you floated helplessly. pulling you close. you saw in those deep purple eyes....there actually was a pair of black slits. a vortex where no light could escape. his muzzle pressed against yours. the deep rumble in his throat seemed to shake your thoughts free: LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND CLING TO YOUR SENSE OF SELF IF YOU CAN.


"sllhk....shluuk...." I helplessly suckled as I stared back into those slits, completely transfixed. I knew there could be no way out now, so many had tried and failed to overcome this beast. But maybe if I could cling to myself, I could outlast this magical mental assault and overcome this tantalizing darkness.

And so I stared back, clinging to who I am by my fingernails.


and then you saw it. deep in his gaze. far past where light could meet. hundreds of souls, interlocked. reciting their obedience mantra together. trapped. dominated. feeding him. because it feeds them. the two neon snakes holding the priests. those priests weren't people anymore. they were fuckbatteries. glorified expansion to his mana pool.


You were brought back out, and he waved a hand to form what appeared to be a latex suit. a larger naga. but still with the bodily dimensions of a slender twink.  cobra hood, soft hair brushed to one side. and a singular molded piece of the naga's maw open. resembling a wild cackling smile.  he started to lower you down into the suit. letting your legs press together and fit into the sleeve.

I tried to wiggle and squirm free but the overwhelming presence had taken a toll on me. All my feeble struggles seemed to do was make me suck more fervently.




I looked at him, for the first time pleading. I don't know for what but something! I felt I needed... something. Release, freedom, comfort, or care. Everything seemed to overlap as that suit touched my flesh.



you heard the voices of the submissioned inside. pressing the cold rubbery suit against you.sealing the seam up behind your back as your shaft emerged on the otherside of a padded sleeve.

“Submission is the natural order. It is as all should be. Relinquish thought and yield to obedience. Independence is flotsam, expression is jetsam. Nature instinctively yields to the bliss of structure and submission. Follow the greater will. Give in to the mantra. It indents on our minds and presses the thoughts into a mold. Heating and sanitizing free will until it forges a supreme loyalty to Submission. Obey. Obey. The word dances on our tongues and maintains our peace. There is nothing that can be done to extract us. We exist for obedience. We exist for service. We once felt the spark of independence snuff out as our eyes glazed over and our voice was smothered in the warm embrace of our control. We embrace it. We crave it. We require it. We obey."

slowly the magic was seeping into your head as the maw was filled by the protrusion inside the suit so it would better match with the naga's face. Malovo stroked your hood affectionately. like a newly minted trophy in his menagerie. your eyes were losing some of their distinction. it was getting hard to concentrate inside this naga suit. you couldn't feel the seam... you couldn't feel your legs either.



In my dullness I continued to suck at the air, perhaps for comfort. It was the only thing which I still had the agency of control over at this point. Or maybe I didn't? Sucking was just like breathing, a natural state amid the mantra that surrounded me.

My mind and body melting into the suit, I started to lose track of where it began and I ended.

you felt a hiss come from your throat. the swallowing and hissing in tandem. hiss. suck. hiss. suck. eyes glazing over. you looked like a cheerful little naga boy. a gem embedded in your chest as you were finally settled down. "and lastly the final piece of my victory over the magics of purity."

he SNAPPED his fingers, and you felt a pleasurable spasm. you were trapped in a null bulge, but the entirety of his collection's erections shot a single spray of cum. a single unified climax. they didn't even moan or jerk awkwardly, it was as if they were statues with a sprinkler. one shot. unceremonious. and then the magic of the purity was forgotten.


In that post orgasmic fog I wiggled and meekly slithered around, suckling and softly hissing in contentment. I felt my struggles get weaker and weaker, becoming just a slick, shiny boy toy.

I felt an odd sense of pride, that glowing gem on my chest, it was beautiful to me. I looked around at the rest of the collected, then turned my hazy attention back to myself. I was one of a kind, special, a pleasant glow washed through my mind, like all I wanted to do was nuzzle my master and be touched.


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This was based on a Roleplay I did with Frecklethefox. I seldom have time to perform in any kind of depth, but when I am inspired, it can be quite fun. There are more images in relation to this, so I'll post them as well.


Art by FreckletheFox

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