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Innuire certainly hasn't changed much, Teryx thought as he walked down the main street of the small village, feeling the dust kicking up beneath his feet. Feeling it far more keenly than he once would have, for that matter. It sent a little tingle up his legs, towards his groin, and -

He shook his head, trying not to think about it. The rain dragon knew what the mark on him did, and this was part of his training to not think about it. Still, the feeling of the dust sliding between his toes, the way that the muddier side of the road slipped underfoot and squelched against his sole...

Master...is this necessary?

The great Draconicon, founder of the Order, chuckled in his head.

Is something the matter, Teryx? Can't you take it?

It's...new. And it's not making it easy to blend in.

Try. You'll need this, when we move further into the Theocracy.

Teryx barely kept himself from bowing his head. Not only would it have broken his cover, but he wasn't entirely sure that his attire could take that sort of movement.

After all, it wasn't exactly 'clothing' that he had on. Using a spell Draconicon had taught him, he'd expanded the shimmery material from his mark and his crotch to cover his whole body. It worked like a tight bodysuit, with his magic shaping it so that it looked vaguely like a set of leather armor. It worked, for now, but only because he'd avoided an earlier rainstorm. If he got even slightly wet, the effect would become shimmery, and the illusion would be ruined.

He continued walking, pushing the sensation of the dust and mud underfoot out of his head. It was difficult, but he managed it. Years of meditation before meeting the Order hadn't faded just because of a footprint, after all, and he was slowly able to clear his mind.

It was...interesting, to say the least. Concentrated and collected, he was able to look at the world around him more objectively, without the past or Draconicon's power or the hive mind of the Order peeking in. At least, not much.

As he walked down the dirt road, between patches of penned-in crops, Teryx passed by a number of villagers. Some of them he knew from his trading with them in the past; others were unfamiliar, either new to the village or simply people that he hadn't dealt with. If the former knew him, they gave no sign. Everybody looked away as soon as they saw him, save for one.

It was a fox he saw as he reached the bottom of Innuire's hill, where the farmland ended and more of the housing began. Where the shadows of the new church fell, and where the road turned from dust to wooden steps, he found himself stared at, and slowly stopped to stare back. The fox, dressed in the blue robes of the village council - the color odd enough for him to remember, despite it being over a year since he saw them - nodded towards an alley between two of the homes. Against his better judgment, Teryx followed.

They'd barely stepped out of sight before the fox turned and shook his head.

"I never thought we'd see you here again. Not after the paladins...how did you get away?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You're Teryx, right?"

"Yes."

"It's me, Nieman."

His thoughts flashed back five year. A fox he'd rescued from falling off a cliff, who'd turned out to be an up-and-coming member of a village further off. Nieman had been the one who'd invited him down, offered him payment for the well the village had now. Teryx smiled.

"Nieman. I'd almost forgotten; it's been a long time."

"Too long. I'm sorry I couldn't warn you, this year. I tried to send a messenger -"

The dragon's face twisted at that. He'd found a body on the way to the village, but no sign of what he'd been carrying. If that had been the case...

The fox continued, shaking his head.

"But what are you doing here?"

"...Well, I do still owe you a well."

"Flattering as your commitment to business is, we're doing fine. If you stay here, the paladins are going to find you for sure. There's another squad here, arrived two days ago."

"Just after their brothers died..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

You heard that?

I did. They must have had some communication artifact. They'll be on the watch for you. Get out of there.

Not yet.

Half-expecting his Master to drag him out anyway, Teryx forced his attention back to Nieman.

"Last time I was here, I helped with some healing, off in the farmlands. How are they doing?"

"The Sinnens?"

"Yes, I think that was their name."

"...I'm sorry, Teryx. I'm really sorry."

"They didn't get sick -"

"No, but...the paladins thought..."

"...They killed them."

Nieman nodded, and Teryx slumped back against the nearby buildings. He still remembered the married horse couple, and their son, just about ready to go out and make his own farm. They'd been a bit ill, but their boy - Grunther, the name had been - had been the worst. It'd been a simple fix, but they'd all been so happy afterwards. They...they'd had him stay for dinner. A special dinner, out of simple thanks.

And now...now they were dead.

Paranoia,_Draconicon said in his head. _Paranoia and fanaticism from the paladins, thinking that anything a mage touches deserves death.

_And this is better?_he asked, touching his chest.

...I came up with the spell, myself. To protect my people. To protect people like you.

Teryx shook his head, even as Nieman continued to apologize. The rain dragon took a couple of deep breaths before forcing himself up straight.

"You're right...I should leave. Before they think you are a danger, too."

"What is this?"

Fox and dragon whipped around at the same time, staring back out towards the street. His heart sunk at the sign of the holy sun on the armored intruder, and he took several steps backwards. The paladin, a rather bulky looking bear, put his hand on the end of his sword as he stepped into the alley.

"We've suspected you of having magical sympathies, Nieman, but this is proof. Unless you can prove this dragon is -"

"Now, now, sir, I promise, this man is just passing through. He has no magic to speak of, I promise. You can rest assured -"

"Lies, councilor. You. Step into the light."

That was the last thing that Teryx wanted to do, but doing anything else would give the soldier a clear shot at the fox. He took a slow step forward, then another, until he stepped into the sunlight. The magic wasn't fast enough, and the shimmer of his clothes came through before he could stop it.

Any bright ideas, Master? There wasn't much time. The paladin was already smirking, pulling at his sword, while Nieman was muttering at him to run.

One. How much do you trust Nieman?

Completely.

Good enough for me.

Suddenly, the footprint mark on his chest flared. The bright light forced the bear to flinch back, and Teryx suddenly felt like someone was sliding him on like a glove. Ghostly arms ran down his own, and his legs were stepped into like a pair of boots. He blushed as he felt something else slide into his barely-covered groin, and his tail flicked about under the control of someone else.

And then...

"Well...this is a better body than most..."

It wasn't him that spoke, nor was it him that made a hand sign that created a triangle of black light. And it certainly wasn't him that sent the bear shooting across the street in a blast of magic, the air knocked out of the beast in the process.

Teryx felt himself shunted into the back of his own head as he was carried across the street, or so it felt. His body walked normally, if quickly, and he didn't feel like he was moving different to how he'd move, but that was the thing. He wasn't controlling himself at all. A sense of fear rose, and then was quashed by the power of the other dragon.

Squatting down by the bear, the dragon quickly checked him over. Alive, breathing fine, but knocked out.

How...

The mark carries more than power in its connection.

But...but we just...

The paladin will stay out until you remove the spell. Or, rather, until I do. I suggest getting him out of town quickly, before the others find you. Have a little 'fun' if you need to, but I'll need him back at the camp soon. I'll talk later.

He felt the other dragon's presence slip out of him again, his arms and legs given back to him. And just in time, as Nieman came up behind him.

"I don't know what you did, Teryx, but you need to leave. Now. Someone will have seen that, and we don't have any authority over the paladins."

"I know. But you won't have to worry about one thing."

Grabbing the bear's armored shoulder, Teryx barely restrained himself from slamming the paladin down. This one probably hadn't done a thing against that family, and probably was just following orders...but damn it, he needed to vent on something.

"You won't have to worry about him talking...I'll take him with me."

"How -"

But he'd already pulled on the power of the mark, casting the teleport spell and carrying himself - and his captive - away. He disappeared, leaving no mark behind, and only hoped that the fox would be quick enough to get away, and make up some sort of story.

Four hours later...

Teryx stared at the sleeping bear, shaking his head a few times. He'd been fighting himself on taking revenge for hours, ever since he had arrived at the mouth of the Rione River. It was dozens, if not hundreds of miles from the nearest city, where he could take his time. After scratching off the design on the armor until he could no longer feel its disruptive power, he debated with himself.

He might be innocent, one part of Teryx said. He might be one of the new ones, someone that was just patrolling the town and been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But he's a paladin, the other part said. He would have killed Nieman if Draconicon hadn't intervened, and probably killed him. He's as brainwashed as any of the others, and needed to be dealt with.

The argument played out again and again in his head, pushing at him, straining at all his senses of right and wrong. He wanted to drown the bastard. He wanted to set him free. He wanted to talk it out. So many things that he wanted to do, when choosing wrong would make things worse than ever.

Finally, he stood up and waved his hand. Unlike some enchantments, a simple siphoning spell was enough to break the sleeping effect. The bear snorted, groaning as he turned his head from side to side, before fixing his attention on the dragon. He reached for his sword -

"Don't bother. I got rid of that long ago."

"So..."

The paladin groaned, shaking his head. He didn't even bother to get up.

"So...this is it, huh? You brought me here to kill me? Coward; couldn't even fight me fairly. I'm surprised you didn't just kill me in my sleep, if that's what you wanted."

"I..."

He shook his head, taking a deep breath.

"I took you away to protect Nieman. And to get answers."

"Ha! Protecting your pet, you mean. He'll be unmasked eventually. Even if he's not, the council has almost outlived its usefulness. The Church has always known how to run things, and this is no exception. As soon as we have control again -"

"You didn't have it in the first place! Look, I just -"

"We should have! When the Empire let you mages run around, doing whatever you wanted, the world was always in peril. One mage or another, trying to conquer a province, or selling villages into slavery, or going insane and burning entire cities! You're demons in mortal form. You should all be destroyed, to save the rest of us."

"Shut up...Just..."

"Can't stand the truth? Your kind have never wanted to stand with people equally. All you've wanted is to rule us. To prove that you're better. Making deals with demons to get magic, just because you can't stand to serve something better."

"That's not how it works. We don't -"

"If it doesn't come from on high, it's not pure! You are corrupted! Evil! Selfish! Horror of horrors, each and every one of you."

"We're not! If you'd just -"

"And your precious 'order' is the worst of the worst. Survival. Ha! You'll die like all the rest. Faster, throwing in your lot with rebels like that...You'll die! And then we'll be safe again. The world will be pure. The world will be free of the evils of your magic, and -"

"Stop. Talking."

This time, it wasn't his voice that spoke, and Teryx felt that sensation of someone stepping into him again. This time, though, it wasn't Draconicon. This time, it was something much darker. He shivered as he felt it fill his body from toes to head, his mouth moving without his consent.

"You think that we're evil? You think that we are the thing that will break the world? Heh...how little you know, little churchman..."

His blue body stepped forward, and he felt a tightness in his crotch, the shimmering material squeezing at the base of his cock. His lips turned up in a smirk as he got closer and closer, his cock rising higher and higher, and Teryx felt a little shiver go down his back. He shouldn't be this turned on while standing over someone terrified, and perhaps he wasn't.

But whatever was in him was.

"The world is more durable than you give it credit for. Magic can't destroy it...people can't destroy it...but hate? Ooooh, yes. Hate can do so much more...Shall I show you?"

His hands grabbed the bear's head before he could pull away, holding him tightly. Teryx could only watch as his own body stepped closer, his fingers popping the bear's mouth open and holding it that way as he -

"Mmmph..."

His grunt of pleasure came before he could stop it, and his hips started thrusting back and forth, burying his blackened cock deep in the bear's mouth. It was hot and wet, the throat spasming and clenching down on his shaft, pulling and milking it. The dragon panted, his eyes trying to roll back, and they would have, save for the control that the other being in him had.

It made him laugh as it fucked the bear's face, driving him balls deep so that his sac rested on the paladin's chin. He was held there, feeling the bear's throat desperately swallowing, clenching, gagging around him, and Teryx felt everything. He panted, at least mentally, at the pleasure that he was getting, groaning as his toes curled into the earth, particularly as his possessor slowly pulled out.

"Hate is stronger than magic...but don't think that means you'll win. Because we...we can hate as hard as you can."

Despite having no idea what was going on, Teryx was swept up in the pleasure, barely listening to what his body was saying. He could hear the bear grunting and gasping for breath below him, could feel the struggles going on, but without the enchanted armor, the paladin was too weak. The dragon used him, holding his head, bucking forward and back without any hesitation or restraint.

In and out, in and out he went, the bear's mouth forced wide open with each thrust. Even the occasional bite meant nothing to him. The mark's material hardened around his cock every time, protecting it, even as he plunged it in all the way up to the hilt. He groaned and gasped, his shaft twitching and begging for release.

Yet, at the same time, the creature in him felt like it could go forever. It yanked the bear upwards, pulling him onto his hands and knees, and put one of the dragon's feet on the bear's shoulder. Thrust after thrust went down the bear's throat, and Teryx almost swore that he felt the ursine loosening up, accepting it, even.

He didn't know how, or why, that could be the case, but he didn't care. His body wasn't his own, and he couldn't be blamed for what happened. Panting for breath, he let himself enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

Minutes passed by, and slowly, the bear showed signs of actually getting into it. One hand wrapped around the dragon's hips, squeezing his ass, pulling him in deep. Teryx felt that tongue lashing over his cock, intentionally this time, and the creature made him smirk.

It didn't take long for them to cum after that. The rain dragon was, as always, a helpless prisoner as his body was dragged over the edge, his cock swelling in the bear's throat. It felt like he was cumming, but as the strange material from the mark still covered him, he didn't know if it was being sucked away or if it was actually splurting down the paladin's throat.

With a deep groan, the creature pulled them back, their cock sliding free of the bear's mouth. Teryx felt his lips turn up in a sneer, and felt the creature's satisfaction.

Now that they were out of it, though, he couldn't help but shiver. They'd just raped someone. They'd fucked a paladin to hell and back, and he'd...he'd gotten off on it. The power of this stranger inside of him was immense, and he had no idea of what in the world it was. What if it came back? What if it decided to stay in him forever?

To his relief, that didn't happen. As the afterglow settled in, he felt the strange presence withdrawing, almost like it was stepping backwards out of his spine. The dragon shivered as he felt a series of tingles running down his back and over his tail from the creature's withdrawal, its control growing less and less until it finally disappeared, leaving him completely off-balance.

Falling backwards, the rain dragon stared as the bear just looked ahead blankly, his eyes open, but not quite seeing anything.

He...he'll be okay...just gotta get him back to the Order, and he'll be fine...

Even as he reached for the magic, though, Teryx shook in fear. The creature that had possessed him had been malevolent and powerful beyond anything that he'd ever experienced. It was beyond a simple mage slipping into another's mind, beyond simple magic. What was it? And what had it done?

Please, please have answers... he thought as he disappeared with the bear in tow.