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"writing": "[b][u][center]Druid of Corruption\nPart 3: His Lord\nFor Engy\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n \n \n \n \n \n\n\n\nConquering the center of the forest had turned out to be easier than he thought. With the broken barbarian, wizard, and cleric on his side – who was showing very good signs of his journey towards Blackguard-ship – there was very little that could stand against them. Sure, there was a portion of a military unit that was stationed at the edge of the forest, something that was supposed to keep track of what was going on in the area, but there was no one there with the power to stand up to the four of them.\n\nIt went down quickly, and so did everything else that stood against them, whether they were monster, adventurer, or holy spirit.\n\nAshe particularly liked the last ones. They made for good fuck partners before his corruption broke them down into little more than sex demons.\n\nThe dragon walked through the forest with a smile on his face, feeling the burning presence of the corruption – his corruption – everywhere that they went. The burning, mutating, twisting power that lay beneath every tree, every flower, and in the footsteps of every animal meant that his might was everywhere. Omnipresent. Able to be drawn on to defend him against anything that dared rise against him.\n\nIn a way, he was a better guardian of nature now than he had ever been before, and the irony was not lost on him. By giving in to this power, by letting it change him, he had become something greater than ever before. The price of letting the land warp to something oversexualized and monstrous, mutated beyond belief, was a price that he had been willing to pay once he saw the results.\n\nThe others didn’t argue, either in the case of Kasan because he couldn’t, or in the case of Elli – now named Eli – because they agreed.\n\nThe forest was nearly impermeable, impervious to attack from land or air.\n\nSo he supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised that the only invasion came through the water of one of the pools in the forest.\n\nAshe had been making one of his regular patrols with Kasan at his side, wondering if he should allow the wolf one more knotting of his ass for old time’s sake, when he heard the bubbling of the water. He turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the disturbance, knowing that he had not ordered such a thing to happen. Someone else was reaching through the space of magic and time to start affecting his forest.\n\nThe wolf leaped in front of him, already pulling his weapons out, and Ashe stood with his hand flexed towards the ground, waiting for whatever it was in the water to show itself.\n\nEventually, it did.\n\nA blood-red dragon pushed out of the water, the liquid stretching over him like someone pushing their hand against a sheet of ooze. It spread and spread before it ripped, leaving him standing on the water’s surface.\n\nIt was more than that, though. There was someone behind him, some shadow of a presence that wasn’t trying to be seen. It was using the red dragon as a representative, something that would speak on its behalf.\n\nAshe had no interest in dealing with intermediaries.\n\n“Shadow, what are you?” he said.\n\nBoth dragon and the silhouette behind him jumped, staring. The dragon reacted quicker than the shadow, pulling a sword of pure black from his back, pointing it at Ashe.\n\n“My master wishes to speak with you.”\n\n“And you come to invade me to do it?”\n\n“You have sealed the borders. There was no other way.”\n\n“Besides sending a message from the borders to me?”\n\n“We’d lose a servant in that. And besides, I imagine that you would see it as an attack, or a trap.”\n\nAbout to ask why he would ever see a messenger as that, he looked down and got a pretty good idea as to why.\n\nThe red dragon’s cock was swarming with parasites, several of which were pushing out of his distended urethra right then and there. Rather than feeling disgusted, the green dragon actually felt rather…curious.\n\nHe stepped forward, kneeling down by the edge of the water and poked the red dragon’s balls. The stranger jerked, trying to step back before the shadow stopped him.\n\n“Do you mind? I am specifically trying [i]not[/i] to infect you.”\n\n“You won’t.”\n\n“The power of my master is too great for you to resist.”\n\n“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”\n\nThough the green dragon had to admit, this was the first time that he had seen creatures quite like this. They were a bubbling, rippling sort of life form, slug-like in appearance but with a more powerful base to them than just some living creature would normally have. It was like their creator had taken the power of corruption – and not just corruption, but raw lust – and then wrapped them in a living shell, replacing all organs, all thoughts, all blood and tissue with the power of lust given life.\n\nIt was rather remarkable, and it made him curious about what other things could be accomplished with that magic.\n\n“Well, you obviously didn’t do this.”\n\n“You are trying my patience, woman.”\n\n“Yes, I’m sure. But don’t forget that you – and you back there, sneak – are still trespassing on my territory. I know you’re under another’s dominion, but even you have to know what it means to intrude on another dragon.”\n\n“I know that, and [i]much[/i] more, [i]former[/i] dragoness.”\n\nStanding up slowly, Ashe fixed the other dragon with a powerful glare, one that demanded answers. He got none, and instead, the red dragon turned, looking down at the shadow.\n\n“Do we have to do this? He is trying my nerves.”\n\n“Oh, I don’t know. He seems to be quite capable. And certainly more inventive and intelligent than you, little Larin.”\n\n“Larin?” Ashe blinked. “[i]The[/i] Larin?”\n\nThe dragon nodded, briefly. That changed things.\n\n[i]Larin. The demon-hunting paladin. The one that disappeared almost a month ago without a trace after a fight with a lust devil. Everything said that he won, but…[/i]\n\nLife had a peculiar way of fighting to carry on, and he knew more than a few people that had fought the supernatural and come up wanting at the end of it. Demons, spirits, and more were more than capable of hiding in other life forms, waiting for the chance to strike again, and when they did…\n\nWell, the price was high. Even corrupted, he knew that.\n\nAshe looked past the dragon at the shadow behind. If this really was Larin, then that was a demon, which would explain the parasites. Parasites of lust…Ashe had only heard of one demon that could be responsible for something of that craftiness.\n\n“Then you would be Venarl.”\n\n“Oh, this one [i]is[/i] smart.” The shadow chuckled. “And here I thought we would just find a husk of lust.”\n\n“Hardly. That is fun, but I have too many concerns to just fuck about all day.”\n\n“Then allow me to allay a few of them.”\n\nThe shadow gestured at his servant, and Larin groaned, his cock opening up to reveal four or five slugs poking the bottoms of their bodies out of his shaft. They writhed about, looking as if they were going to grab whatever came in reach and slither their way into it, no matter how tight the orifice happened to be or what it might mean for them in the end.\n\n“My servant carries my creatures. They are little more than slugs like this, but they carry a great deal of power, as you have no doubt sensed.”\n\n“I have. The question is, what’s the price for your power? Everything carries a price.”\n\n“I was going to say total obedience to my will…”\n\nThe shadow looked about, smiling at the forest.\n\n“But I think it would be much more interesting to let you continue doing whatever you want. You had no guidance but your own deepest, most perverted desires, and you already have turned this once holy forest into a shrine of debauchery. If you can do so much on your own, I’m most curious to see what you’ll do once I give you even greater power to draw upon.”\n\nIt should have been a slap in the face to have a demon approve of what a druid had done. Somewhere, somewhere deep, deep down, Ashe knew that, but it was so weak that it couldn’t even turn away in shame. Particularly as the majority of the dragon was completely fine with praise of any sort.\n\n“You want to know what else I want to do?”\n\n“No.” Venarl smiled. “I want to see it.”\n\n“Then give it to me. I’ll owe you a favor.”\n\n“That’s perfectly sufficient for me. If you will present your cock to my servant?”\n\nThe green druid dragon drew himself up as tall as he could, though that was still a few inches under the crimson dragon in front of him. The famous demon hunter stepped forward, holding his cock by the base before lowering the head to a spot just in front of Ashe’s.\n\n“This will feel…interesting. Do not pull back.”\n\n“I’ve been sounded before.”\n\n“Not like this.”\n\nAshe would have asked what Larin meant, but the first parasite had already come free, and it was slithering right to his cock with an intent that he had never seen from plant life. The green dragon squeezed the head of his cock, helping his urethra open up –\n\n“Mmmph!”\n\nIt was like a lightning strike of lust, shooting straight through his cock, down to his balls, and right into his ass. The druid gasped, his eyes going wide and his breath coming in short, sharp puffs as he felt the slug rippling from the other dragon’s cock into his.\n\nIt was like someone had unpeeled it as soon as it slid past the opening of his shaft. All that lust inside, all that potent corruption and power was already seeping through his cock, the slug itself breaking down a little as it went further and further inside. The rippling, squeezing, distending feeling of the parasite wriggling deeper and deeper into him only fed that feeling, even as he made himself stare at his dick.\n\nThe sight of the bulge wriggling further and further down his erection was exciting in and of itself, but the way that it was continually shifting in size and shape, almost like the corruption in him was mutating the slug further, was the main show. He growled under his breath, feeling his cock swelling, growing bigger as the slug corrupted his body to match more of what the demon of lust desired.\n\n[i]Oh ho, no you don’t…you offered power, not transformation…[/i]\n\nFocusing his power on his own cock, the green dragon forced the slug to keep going down, running it back through his prostate and then down towards his balls. If he was going to be bigger anywhere, it would be down there.\n\nGrunting, he forced his cock right up to Larin’s, giving the slugs a point of easy access. If he was going to take power, he was going to take all he could get.\n\nEven as they slid from one cock to another, the slugs were already trying to shift him, to change him. Ashe forced all his power onto them, pulling on the other corruption around him, growling as he made them follow his orders, his plans. They weren’t going to turn him into a rutting beast, the mindless thing that he had avoided becoming for so long. They were going to go right down to his balls, stay there, and wait until he needed that power.\n\nThey tried to break down, trying to infuse him with lust and power as they went. He forced a shell of life energy around them, essentially rendering them under quarantine.\n\nThey tried to change shape, wriggling about to get back to his dick and continue their work. He drew on druidic transformation, giving his dick a one-way valve for the moment.\n\nEvery little thing that they tried to do to him, he had a counter for, and by the end of it, he had a dozen little slugs rolling around in his balls, mixing with his cum and feeding him more power. He kept that tamped down, keeping more than a little bit of it from rising at any given time.\n\nAfter all, he might be corrupt himself, but he knew better than to tempt the doings of a demon.\n\n“There…I have taken power.”\n\n“Heh. And you have kept them from changing you. Not quite like how my other servant has, but well enough. Perhaps even better.”\n\n“Compared to your…” Ashe paused, looking Larin up and down. “Pile of meat here, I think I am better it almost every respect.”\n\n“Perhaps…we will see when we return to the forest.”\n\n“And the price?”\n\n“Do what you like. All I ask, my nature dragon, is that you expand as far as you can in my name.”\n\n“Heh, not mine?”\n\n“You’ve made a deal with a demon,” Larin said. “No matter how hard you try, the moment you make the deal, you lose.”\n\nThe crimson dragon disappeared into the water with the shadow, and Ashe glared after him.\n\n[i]Just because YOU lost doesn’t mean I will.[/i]\n\nEven so, it left him with a churning, uncomfortable feeling in his balls that refused to go away, even after he sealed off the pool with the most powerful magic he knew.\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]",
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Druid of Corruption Part 3: His Lord For Engy By Draconicon
Conquering the center of the forest had turned out to be easier than he thought. With the broken barbarian, wizard, and cleric on his side – who was showing very good signs of his journey towards Blackguard-ship – there was very little that could stand against them. Sure, there was a portion of a military unit that was stationed at the edge of the forest, something that was supposed to keep track of what was going on in the area, but there was no one there with the power to stand up to the four of them.
It went down quickly, and so did everything else that stood against them, whether they were monster, adventurer, or holy spirit.
Ashe particularly liked the last ones. They made for good fuck partners before his corruption broke them down into little more than sex demons.
The dragon walked through the forest with a smile on his face, feeling the burning presence of the corruption – his corruption – everywhere that they went. The burning, mutating, twisting power that lay beneath every tree, every flower, and in the footsteps of every animal meant that his might was everywhere. Omnipresent. Able to be drawn on to defend him against anything that dared rise against him.
In a way, he was a better guardian of nature now than he had ever been before, and the irony was not lost on him. By giving in to this power, by letting it change him, he had become something greater than ever before. The price of letting the land warp to something oversexualized and monstrous, mutated beyond belief, was a price that he had been willing to pay once he saw the results.
The others didn’t argue, either in the case of Kasan because he couldn’t, or in the case of Elli – now named Eli – because they agreed.
The forest was nearly impermeable, impervious to attack from land or air.
So he supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised that the only invasion came through the water of one of the pools in the forest.
Ashe had been making one of his regular patrols with Kasan at his side, wondering if he should allow the wolf one more knotting of his ass for old time’s sake, when he heard the bubbling of the water. He turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the disturbance, knowing that he had not ordered such a thing to happen. Someone else was reaching through the space of magic and time to start affecting his forest.
The wolf leaped in front of him, already pulling his weapons out, and Ashe stood with his hand flexed towards the ground, waiting for whatever it was in the water to show itself.
Eventually, it did.
A blood-red dragon pushed out of the water, the liquid stretching over him like someone pushing their hand against a sheet of ooze. It spread and spread before it ripped, leaving him standing on the water’s surface.
It was more than that, though. There was someone behind him, some shadow of a presence that wasn’t trying to be seen. It was using the red dragon as a representative, something that would speak on its behalf.
Ashe had no interest in dealing with intermediaries.
“Shadow, what are you?” he said.
Both dragon and the silhouette behind him jumped, staring. The dragon reacted quicker than the shadow, pulling a sword of pure black from his back, pointing it at Ashe.
“My master wishes to speak with you.”
“And you come to invade me to do it?”
“You have sealed the borders. There was no other way.”
“Besides sending a message from the borders to me?”
“We’d lose a servant in that. And besides, I imagine that you would see it as an attack, or a trap.”
About to ask why he would ever see a messenger as that, he looked down and got a pretty good idea as to why.
The red dragon’s cock was swarming with parasites, several of which were pushing out of his distended urethra right then and there. Rather than feeling disgusted, the green dragon actually felt rather…curious.
He stepped forward, kneeling down by the edge of the water and poked the red dragon’s balls. The stranger jerked, trying to step back before the shadow stopped him.
“Do you mind? I am specifically trying not to infect you.”
“You won’t.”
“The power of my master is too great for you to resist.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”
Though the green dragon had to admit, this was the first time that he had seen creatures quite like this. They were a bubbling, rippling sort of life form, slug-like in appearance but with a more powerful base to them than just some living creature would normally have. It was like their creator had taken the power of corruption – and not just corruption, but raw lust – and then wrapped them in a living shell, replacing all organs, all thoughts, all blood and tissue with the power of lust given life.
It was rather remarkable, and it made him curious about what other things could be accomplished with that magic.
“Well, you obviously didn’t do this.”
“You are trying my patience, woman.”
“Yes, I’m sure. But don’t forget that you – and you back there, sneak – are still trespassing on my territory. I know you’re under another’s dominion, but even you have to know what it means to intrude on another dragon.”
“I know that, and much more, former dragoness.”
Standing up slowly, Ashe fixed the other dragon with a powerful glare, one that demanded answers. He got none, and instead, the red dragon turned, looking down at the shadow.
“Do we have to do this? He is trying my nerves.”
“Oh, I don’t know. He seems to be quite capable. And certainly more inventive and intelligent than you, little Larin.”
“Larin?” Ashe blinked. “The Larin?”
The dragon nodded, briefly. That changed things.
Larin. The demon-hunting paladin. The one that disappeared almost a month ago without a trace after a fight with a lust devil. Everything said that he won, but…
Life had a peculiar way of fighting to carry on, and he knew more than a few people that had fought the supernatural and come up wanting at the end of it. Demons, spirits, and more were more than capable of hiding in other life forms, waiting for the chance to strike again, and when they did…
Well, the price was high. Even corrupted, he knew that.
Ashe looked past the dragon at the shadow behind. If this really was Larin, then that was a demon, which would explain the parasites. Parasites of lust…Ashe had only heard of one demon that could be responsible for something of that craftiness.
“Then you would be Venarl.”
“Oh, this one is smart.” The shadow chuckled. “And here I thought we would just find a husk of lust.”
“Hardly. That is fun, but I have too many concerns to just fuck about all day.”
“Then allow me to allay a few of them.”
The shadow gestured at his servant, and Larin groaned, his cock opening up to reveal four or five slugs poking the bottoms of their bodies out of his shaft. They writhed about, looking as if they were going to grab whatever came in reach and slither their way into it, no matter how tight the orifice happened to be or what it might mean for them in the end.
“My servant carries my creatures. They are little more than slugs like this, but they carry a great deal of power, as you have no doubt sensed.”
“I have. The question is, what’s the price for your power? Everything carries a price.”
“I was going to say total obedience to my will…”
The shadow looked about, smiling at the forest.
“But I think it would be much more interesting to let you continue doing whatever you want. You had no guidance but your own deepest, most perverted desires, and you already have turned this once holy forest into a shrine of debauchery. If you can do so much on your own, I’m most curious to see what you’ll do once I give you even greater power to draw upon.”
It should have been a slap in the face to have a demon approve of what a druid had done. Somewhere, somewhere deep, deep down, Ashe knew that, but it was so weak that it couldn’t even turn away in shame. Particularly as the majority of the dragon was completely fine with praise of any sort.
“You want to know what else I want to do?”
“No.” Venarl smiled. “I want to see it.”
“Then give it to me. I’ll owe you a favor.”
“That’s perfectly sufficient for me. If you will present your cock to my servant?”
The green druid dragon drew himself up as tall as he could, though that was still a few inches under the crimson dragon in front of him. The famous demon hunter stepped forward, holding his cock by the base before lowering the head to a spot just in front of Ashe’s.
“This will feel…interesting. Do not pull back.”
“I’ve been sounded before.”
“Not like this.”
Ashe would have asked what Larin meant, but the first parasite had already come free, and it was slithering right to his cock with an intent that he had never seen from plant life. The green dragon squeezed the head of his cock, helping his urethra open up –
“Mmmph!”
It was like a lightning strike of lust, shooting straight through his cock, down to his balls, and right into his ass. The druid gasped, his eyes going wide and his breath coming in short, sharp puffs as he felt the slug rippling from the other dragon’s cock into his.
It was like someone had unpeeled it as soon as it slid past the opening of his shaft. All that lust inside, all that potent corruption and power was already seeping through his cock, the slug itself breaking down a little as it went further and further inside. The rippling, squeezing, distending feeling of the parasite wriggling deeper and deeper into him only fed that feeling, even as he made himself stare at his dick.
The sight of the bulge wriggling further and further down his erection was exciting in and of itself, but the way that it was continually shifting in size and shape, almost like the corruption in him was mutating the slug further, was the main show. He growled under his breath, feeling his cock swelling, growing bigger as the slug corrupted his body to match more of what the demon of lust desired.
Oh ho, no you don’t…you offered power, not transformation…
Focusing his power on his own cock, the green dragon forced the slug to keep going down, running it back through his prostate and then down towards his balls. If he was going to be bigger anywhere, it would be down there.
Grunting, he forced his cock right up to Larin’s, giving the slugs a point of easy access. If he was going to take power, he was going to take all he could get.
Even as they slid from one cock to another, the slugs were already trying to shift him, to change him. Ashe forced all his power onto them, pulling on the other corruption around him, growling as he made them follow his orders, his plans. They weren’t going to turn him into a rutting beast, the mindless thing that he had avoided becoming for so long. They were going to go right down to his balls, stay there, and wait until he needed that power.
They tried to break down, trying to infuse him with lust and power as they went. He forced a shell of life energy around them, essentially rendering them under quarantine.
They tried to change shape, wriggling about to get back to his dick and continue their work. He drew on druidic transformation, giving his dick a one-way valve for the moment.
Every little thing that they tried to do to him, he had a counter for, and by the end of it, he had a dozen little slugs rolling around in his balls, mixing with his cum and feeding him more power. He kept that tamped down, keeping more than a little bit of it from rising at any given time.
After all, he might be corrupt himself, but he knew better than to tempt the doings of a demon.
“There…I have taken power.”
“Heh. And you have kept them from changing you. Not quite like how my other servant has, but well enough. Perhaps even better.”
“Compared to your…” Ashe paused, looking Larin up and down. “Pile of meat here, I think I am better it almost every respect.”
“Perhaps…we will see when we return to the forest.”
“And the price?”
“Do what you like. All I ask, my nature dragon, is that you expand as far as you can in my name.”
“Heh, not mine?”
“You’ve made a deal with a demon,” Larin said. “No matter how hard you try, the moment you make the deal, you lose.”
The crimson dragon disappeared into the water with the shadow, and Ashe glared after him.
Just because YOU lost doesn’t mean I will.
Even so, it left him with a churning, uncomfortable feeling in his balls that refused to go away, even after he sealed off the pool with the most powerful magic he knew.