[b][u][center]Druid of Corruption Part 2: His Power For Engy By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] With his power corrupted by the glade, it didn’t take long for Ashe to find a way to break his own barrier. There was so much power to bring to bear against it that he was amazed that it had been able to be contained at all. Or maybe it hadn’t been. Maybe it just needed to lure him in, and that was how it had decided to do it. Or maybe it needed something to channel all that power, and he had been the logical choice, being in the area at the time and being available. Whatever the reason was, he was grateful to the glade. Grateful for the power, and for the hedonistic pleasures that it had given him. Ashe leaned back on a throne of tentacles, feeling them rubbing along his thighs, a flower bobbing up and down on his dick, sucking it and feeding him both corruption and pleasure in equal measures. He had become something different. Something more than a dragon and more than a druid, where his body burned with the feral power of his ancestry, and with the untamable stamina of a dragon of the old times. Ashe wanted… Ashe wanted to conquer. He wanted to rut. He wanted to fuck and spread his name and seed across the world, allowing everyone to see what he had become. No longer the druid of protection. No, he was a dragon of power, worth seeing, worth breeding, worth having around. He growled as he blew another load down the plant sucking him off, pushing it away and letting the rest of his corrupted seed hit the ground. “I need more…” The dragon leaped from his throne, landing with a thump on the earth before reaching out with his power. The lingering traits of the druid allowed him that much, though it no longer worked the way that it once had. The dragon’s magic seemed to be twisted and warped, less suitable for commanding the living than it was for reaching through and twisting them to his purposes. He imagined that this was how wizards felt most of the time. There were few people in the forest, mostly due to his own actions before his corruption and transformation. They had been warned away, sent to the far reaches of the earth to avoid being tormented, corrupted, twisted, controlled by the glade. A pity. He would have made use of them. But… But there was something. Something that was gradually approaching. Ashe cocked his head to the side, trying to focus the vision of his power to the moving signs of life in the distant forest. Slowly, his lips pulled back in a grin, his eyes lighting up as he realized just who was coming. “My old party…Oh, you won’t know me when you see me, but it will be so good to have you back again…” The dragon pulled his hand back from the earth, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. It was time to start laying plans. They’d be here soon, and even with his new power, he wanted to make sure that they had a proper greeting ready. After all, they were far from weak…but far from strong enough to handle him… # There were three. There was the barbarian wolf, Kasan. He remembered the wolf as a considered one until he raged, someone that understood the tactics of battle and the possibilities of traps and ambushes. He would need to be broken of his clearheaded nature quickly, or he would become a problem for Ashe in short order. There was the mage, a mouse woman named Elli. She would be a problem, but only for a short time. It would take less than a single tentacle to handle her, to bring her down, to…do things to her. And then, there was the cleric. Ashe was most looking forward to breaking him, to showing him what the power of corruption and pleasure could truly do to someone, what they were able to create and put together for a better life. The fox cleric would soon know the power of dragons, of nature, of what the heart really needed. What it really wanted. Ashe rested in the center of his glade, one leg crossed over the other and his eyes glinting eagerly as he imagined what he would do to them. Not much longer, now, he realized, and he tried to keep himself patient. Soon, the other party members stepped around the trees, standing at the apparent edge of the dragon’s glade. The barbarian was the first to step forward, his edged mace in hand. He pointed it towards the dragon. “Who are you?” “I am the ruler of this glade, and the one that you will soon call master.” “I doubt that.” “Your old friend certainly called me their master soon enough.” Not quite a lie. His old self had fought the corruption before bowing to it, and it hadn’t taken that long. “Do you want to see just what she faced?” the dragon asked, holding up his hand. “Or do you want to submit now? Perhaps, if you are strong-willed enough, you might find yourself able to maintain a piece of yourselves. But if you make me fight, then I will make sure that nothing of your old minds remain. Nothing that will grow to challenge me again.” “That is exactly the reason we will defeat you,” the cleric at the back said. Jonathan shook his head. “I will make sure that you pay for what you did to our friend.” “Me too,” the mouse chirped from beside the cleric. “Heh…” The dragon shook his head. He supposed that he had needed to give them some sort of chance. They had been old comrades, after all, and if they had been interested in a life of corruption, he would have been happy to grant it to them. But he knew that they wouldn’t bother to look beyond the adventurer conditioning that they all received. [i]I didn’t, either,[/i] he thought, sighing. [i]Well, they’ll learn. Just as I did.[/i] “Then let’s begin, shall we?” Ashe released his control, and the illusion of the corruption’s barrier completely disappeared. He had been expanding it ever since he took control a few days ago, and it had expanded to more than double its size, pushing out further and further through the forest, taking more trees under its control, more animals, more herbs. Their ‘safe distance’ was anything but. Of course, Jonathan was quick to cover him and Elli with his power, forming a bubble against the corruption around them, but that would only last for so long. And they wouldn’t be able to move out from under it. Well, he could take the barbarian for now. Ashe stood up, grabbing a sharp stick that one of the plants passed to him. One pass of his hand blessed it with the properties of iron, and he took up a defensive pose. “Come at me, then, barbarian. Show me your power.” The wolf glared, obviously fighting off the corruption. Ashe could see that the aura in the air was already affecting him, already stirring his cock from his sheath. It wouldn’t take long before he was little more than a rutting beast. He decided to push that further. “Do you know how long it took me to break Ashe?” he asked. “Do you want to now how long it took me to make her beg me to breed her?” That did it. The wolf’s eyes went wide, something snapping on the inside. With a roar, the barbarian charged at him. Ashe didn’t bother trying to meet it. He knew from long experience that Kasan’s strength was not something that he could meet blade on blade. Even now, the wolf was too strong in a rage, too powerful to hold back. So, he dodged, swinging his stick around like a club. A quick smack to the bare buttocks left the wolf yipping, making him turn and swing. Dodge, sweep, dodge, always moving a bit further from the edge of the corrupted zone. He wanted to keep the wolf in the middle, well away from his friends, away from the purging power of the cleric’s touch. The longer that he kept Kasan near him, the sooner the effects of the aura around the glade would take hold. And they were. Soon, that loincloth was all but useless, leaving that stiff wolf dick throbbing and bouncing every time that Kasan’s heart beat. It was bouncing, dripping, leaving a trail of pre-cum for the plants to sop up as they would. And the dragon kept bobbing and weaving, occasionally sweeping his stick out to block a blow or to threaten the wolf with something different. More, the aura of the glade was sending black marks up the wolf’s legs, corrupting his body, binding him in the power of the corruption. It spread up, up, up, like slender, incorporeal shadows, until – “NNNGH!” The spell hit the wolf’s cock. The barbarian slumped down, the power of his rage diminished against the strength of his lust. He panted, hard, his eyes glazed over as the black marks streaked up his cock, marking it with the spells of service, of submission, of the power of the dragon. Ashe chuckled, shaking his head as the black streaks found the wolf’s urethra, sliding in and marking him inside and out. “I will be back for you, Kasan. And soon, you’ll show me just how badly [i]you[/i] wanted to breed Ashe. I imagine that you have much need for her, with that reaction.” He walked past the broken barbarian, heading to the bubble that separated him from the two softer, squishier members of the party. Jonathan glared at him through the bubble, while Elli was staring with eyes wide with fear. “Do you plan to stay behind that forever?” he asked. “As long as we must,” the fox said. “Hmmph. I don’t have time for that.” He knew Jonathan. He knew the fox’s power, and his limits. And he knew his own strength was far beyond that. Bringing his hands together, Ashe collected the corruption in the air, forming it into an aura around the sharp stick that he held. He swung it from side to side, splattering the ground and the barrier with a black ooze that hissed when it touched anything uncorrupted. “Let’s see it stand up to this.” It took one blow, one stab. The black ooze slipped through the barrier, and due to Elli standing nearer than the fox, it took her right in the shoulder. The mouse screamed, falling to the ground, her eyes rolling back in her head. Jonathan turned to her, but before he could lay a hand on her, the sharp stick grew, almost cutting his throat. The barrier fell, and Ashe stepped closer. “Ah ah. If you try and save her now, you’ll die; if you beat me, she and you might both live…But you have to beat me, first.” Not that there was much chance of either happening, once the corruption seeped deep enough inside of the mouse girl. She was already taking on the black spirals and shapes beneath her fur and skin, her breasts shrinking, her crotch starting to bulge. The corruption had the right idea. Males were needed to spread it, and males all his victims would become. He chuckled, pulling the stick back. “Care to try your luck?” He stared at Ashe, then down at the mouse, and did the one thing that the dragon never expected him to do in a thousand years. The fox ran. Ashe blinked as the cleric turned tail, running for the edge of the corrupted zone. He wondered if the aura had triggered something else. A buried cowardice, perhaps, or something besides the lust that the others had been feeling. In any case, it couldn’t be allowed. As the dragon twisted his fingers, vines shot out of the ground, grabbing for the fox from all directions. He turned, slashing, spinning, spiraling as he tried to cut them away, tried to save himself, but no matter what he did, the vines kept coming. He almost made it to the edge of the glade before one vine grabbed the base of his tail. He stopped, having to turn to cut it, but it was his fatal mistake. The other vines caught up, squeezing his wrists until he dropped his blade. Ashe shook his head as he watched the vines start stripping the cleric, knowing it would be a short time until Jonathan was as corrupted as everyone else. He turned his attention to the wizard on the ground, smiling at the big dick that was already pushing out between Elli’s legs, and laid one foot against it, stroking through the mouse’s white robes. “Mmm, how’s it feeling, boy?” “Mmmph…nngh…we-weird…” “You’ll like it soon enough.” “What…what are you? Where’s Ashe?” “Ashe?” The dragon chuckled, leaning in. He made sure to relax his features, letting the old, more amused face that the druid used to make come through. That slightly cocky, slightly happy, generally good-natured look that had been on ‘her’ face the whole time before the corruption, when they had all been together. “Who do you think you’re looking at?” “Oh…no…” “Oh yes.” Chuckling, the dragon walked over his old friend, letting the corruptive poison do its work. He had a wolf to play with, a wolf that would be ever so eager to have a chance at his ass after so long being denied. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]