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Teryx panted as he carried Satres over his shoulder, the raven lighter than he wanted to think about at that point as he ran down from the ruins towards the town further down the moonlit road. He panted, not from effort, but from the constant heat that was still building up between his legs.

The wolf - once a dragon, he reminded himself, and hoped to be again - groaned as he felt his balls churn, the remnants of the demon inside of him pushing to get more control, control that he was barely keeping out of its reach.

He slipped, his large, bare paws not suitable for running on the gravelly roads, and he almost tumbled head over heels before he caught himself. He groaned, the raven's feathery ass pressing against the side of his face, still clenching and oozing with the load he'd dropped in there, the yellow, corrupt cum soaking him from hole to balls and back again.

"Nnngh...hold on, Satres...almost...almost at the village."

Mmm, he's too busy to hear you, you know. He's working so hard at holding me off...I bet that he's almost gone, too.

"Ain't...listening...to you..."

Teryx shook his head, forcing himself back to his feet. Much as he missed his old dragon body, and all the beauty that it had, he was glad of the muscles that Prowler had given him with this one. Even though the demon had wanted him to be nothing more than a horny member of the pack to infect others with, he had still been granted quite the gift from the earlier possession. He just...wished he hadn't pushed all that corruption out into the monk on his shoulder.

He glanced sideways, trying not to stare at that spread pucker and those muscled ass cheeks, looking back at the bird's face. There was little to be seen there, only Satres's eyes, one still burning with white chi light, the other glimmering with the golden power of the demon inside. They were still fighting.

That was good. As long as they were fighting, Prowler hadn't taken control.

Shaking his head, he looked ahead. The village wasn't too far away now. Less than a quarter of a mile. They'd passed through it on the way to the ruins, and had been offered some money by the villagers to put some blessings on the graves in the ruins. They'd done that...he hoped that some of them would remember that they were good people, and would help. It was his only hope.

His balls churned again as he kept walking, feeling like they were getting heavier and heavier with every step he took. Teryx groaned as his sack slid back and forth against his thighs, having to walk with his legs spread out further than usual to keep from squashing his balls between them. The feeling wasn't pleasant, and he panted as he trudged along the road, his tongue starting to hang out of his mouth from the effort...and Prowler didn't help.

Come on, just give him another load. You know that you won't be able to keep walking if you keep holding me in here.

"Shut up..."

Hehe, fat chance, you bird-humping slut. You know that I'm going to win, eventually. Even if you don't cum in the bird, you'll cum in someone else. It doesn't take much of my corruption to win them over. A little taste, and they'll be a part of the pack. And as soon as their balls start bloating, they'll fuck Satres for me, give me the body I need for a pack leader.

The idea sent a shiver down his spine, and not just because of the bad things that would happen if that monk lost control. Satres was a powerful fighter, and one with a great deal of experience with both martial arts and spiritual flair. He'd seen the raven take down a demon with three precise strokes, and he had been pinned down in seconds when he'd been first possessed, despite Prowler's power. If the bird's body was put to use for the demon completely, then there would be few people that could withstand it.

But that wasn't the main reason he shivered. He shivered...because he wanted to do it.

He groaned as his balls pulsed, growing a few ounces heavier between his legs as they sagged down, pulling at the base of his shaft at the same time. Soft pants left his lips as he imagined the bird pinned down, taking load after load of other possessed individuals until all that corrupt cum turned him into a super demon, an incubus of a raven that was strong enough to hunt down whatever it wanted on a given day, and turn that something into its bitch.

His cock throbbed hard at that, twitching and bouncing and oozing on the road. Teryx tried to ignore it, tried to keep himself focused, but the sheer pleasure of the idea made it harder than he wanted to admit.

You sure that you can carry him all the way through the village, Teryx? You know how heavy your balls are now...

"I'm almost there...I can...I can do it. If I can get him to the church there..."

Heh, if you can. It's not just me making you feel good down here. It's me building myself back up.

Teryx's breath caught in his throat, and he stopped, staring down at his balls. Each orb looked as big as his hand, almost dwarfing his cock, and they churned visibly. On instinct, he fumbled about with his chi as Satres had told him -

"Mmmph!"

As soon as he pushed against the seal he'd established, he felt the thick, pulsing power of the demon's presence. What had been a pittance of Prowler's presence had grown to almost half of what was inside of Satres. More than enough to overwhelm him, more than enough to take him over the edge to possession...and probably enough to control him, if that seal came down.

And he could feel the demon pressing against it, trying to find a way through. Each press came with a pleasurable churn between his legs, a pulse that told him that even more cum was filling him up, even more corrupt seed that was waiting to slide out.

Prowler was getting stronger.

Shaking his head, Teryx adjusted the raven over his shoulder and started running. There was no time to take it slow. Even if it stung.

The wolf leaped over boulders and broken bits of shrubbery on his way down the mountain, his breath coming faster and harder as he pushed himself to the edge of his endurance. The crude huts of the village came closer and closer, and he could see the swaying beads and marked paper that signaled where the shrine in the village was. If he could just get there -

Satres bounces on a demon cock, his arms above his head and tied to a bamboo rod, the rope coming down to the demon's hand. The demon grins, forcing the bird up and down, and Satres cums again and again for the creature he should have been hunting.

He almost stumbled, barely catching himself, and Satres slid down. He barely caught the raven on the way, but Satres's ass almost pressed down to his crotch. The wolf panted hard, feeling his cock head grinding against the bird's thigh, feeling it slipping through the fur with more ease than he liked. It was so soft, so warm -

"Nnngh...keep...keep moving..."

Pulling himself up, he tried to make himself put the raven back over his shoulder, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The most he could do was lean Satres back against his chest, the bird's ass pressed too close to his cock for comfort. The most he could do to protect the bird from his dick was keep his hands over the monk's hole.

Mmmm, come on...you know he loves it. You know what he really craves.

"Help!" Teryx called out. They were close enough, now. Surely someone could hear him. "Help! I need help!"

No, no, you don't...you can do it all...

SLAM!

The wolf rocked back and forth, feeling that pressure from his balls against the chi barrier. His cock throbbed, spitting pre all over his fingers, his shaft throbbing as if it knew that there was a warm, waiting hole for him.

SLAM!

Another pulse, another tug from inside, pressing against what little resistance he had against Prowler. He looked down, hoping to see some encouragement, but Satres's face was blank. The raven was entirely focused on the fight going on inside of him, fending off the corruption that was trying to take him over. And here he was, barely holding off the temptation to add to it.

"He - mmmph!"

His cock throbbed so hard, and he felt the heat of Prowler's corruption running down it, almost like some sort of pulse. He didn't dare glance down, but he swore that the same red lines that had flowed over the raven's ass after their fuck were running down his dick, marking it with the power of the demon.

Please...please, don't do this...don't make me do this...

You know he wants it. I'm just giving you what you both want. What you both need.

And what...

You need to submit. I am the alpha of this pack...and I will take what's MINE!

The chi barrier cracked at the next swell between his legs, and Teryx fell forward. The raven hit the ground, not even moving, his body limp even as his eyes shone. The wolf, on the other hand...

Teryx bit his lips as he felt the pressure below spreading, the images that the demon had shared of Satres's memories flooding through his head. The heat followed, running from his balls to his belly, and down his legs. He felt his fingers twitching, moving without his command or consent, and knew that it was Prowler slowly taking control. He gasped for breath, huffing and puffing as his cock dribbled over the ground, over the raven's legs from how he was almost lying on top of his comrade.

In desperation, he grabbed the monk and shoved him away. Satres flipped around, rolling over, and came to a halt...his ass in the air and his legs bunched under him.

The heat of Prowler's possession continued to burn through him, running from his belly up to his arms, and then to his shoulders. His legs were already bunching up beneath him, grinding against the snow, and he panted as he felt himself getting pushed forward. Even as he sunk his claws into the ground, trying to stop himself, his stronger legs were pushing him forward. The demon was still inside, and leaking through. The chi barrier was all but broken.

"You aren't...you can't..."

Satres on all fours, taking a cock that was the size of the wolf's arm up his ass, feeling it fumbling around almost like he was Satres instead of just watching him.

The presence of a dozen demons around, two of them already in his ass, in Satres's ass as they started taking turns, some using his hands and others using his beak.

Four of them prowling around him, the monk going to all fours willingly, offering himself to the demons rather than making them take him down.

He gasped, his cock throbbing at every image. Satres looked so slutty in each and every one of those, and he could hardly believe what he was seeing was real. Yet, there was no doubt. It was the raven, and it was definitely him getting all those cocks in him. There was no hesitation, no chance that it was being forced. It was all, all him.

And he...god, he wanted it...

It's the same trick as last time, Teryx thought, but the realization didn't do anything to slow him down. His fingers slipped, and then lifted from the ground. It wasn't entirely the demon that drove him forward, but it wasn't like he was trying to hold Prowler back anymore as he stared down at the monk's ass.

That round, feathered ass...with a broken pucker, gaping and eager and twitching...and oozing, pre-lubed for him...

In less than a second, he was behind the raven and lining himself up, the tip of his cock already oozing with more and more of the yellowed pre that marked the corruption. He panted, his claws flexing through the raven's feathers, one hand on his hips, the other on his shaft, guiding the tip to the proper spot.

"Mmmph...Satres...you're such a slut..."

He couldn't help himself. The words came before he realized what he was saying, but they felt so right. The raven had done nothing to stop this, and had only encouraged it. All those memories were true, he was sure. There was nothing that had been done to fake them. Nothing that he could see, nothing that he could understand.

He pushed forward, and moaned as he was immediately swallowed in the tighter depths, his cock squeezed on and the inner walls rubbing, massaging him in the way that only a demon's hole could.

Rolling his head back in pleasure, he could just barely make out the sight of some villagers coming to see what was going on. He didn't do anything to stop them. He just smiled, and kept on fucking.

In, out, in, out, that rim slowly tightening up around him as he oozed more and more pre into that little slut beneath him. He felt Satres move, felt the body shifting a bit. No longer having to lean forward so far, no longer having to loom like he had been. It was just the right height, just the right level for him to fuck it properly.

In, out, in, out, always working in a little deeper, always getting a little more inside. Yes, yes, further, further, getting that tip to touch the tighter depths that had recovered from the earlier fuck. Getting his swelling knot towards the rim, pushing himself to fuck it, to fill it the way that he was supposed to. Yes, further, further, deeper, deeper, until his balls were smacking off of the raven's feathery sack.

Feathery sack. Heavy sack.

"Mmmph...please...god...need..."

Yeah...you need to dump me in there...just keep humping...you're almost there.

Teryx honestly wasn't sure if he was the one fucking the raven, or if Prowler had taken full control. He felt the heat of the demon throughout his body, and could feel that he wasn't entirely in control of his mind or his actions. At the same time, he knew that if he tried to stop, he might be able to. But...but...

He couldn't. He didn't want to stop. That hole felt too good, and he wanted more of it.

Growling, he leaned forward, even as the villagers started to gather around. He lifted one massive wolf paw, pushing it down on the white-eyed side of the raven's face. He pinned the raven down, making the monk take in the musk of his sole, letting Prowler dominate his comrade.

Yes, that's it, isn't it? That's what you want. To let someone else, someone stronger take charge. You want to be in his position, don't you? Well, don't worry about that...I'm almost done with you. And when I'm done, I'm going to fuck you right into the ground, where you belong.

The promise was almost enough to make him break down, to leave him jumping and spurting cum on his own. Teryx groaned, biting his lip to try and keep back, but he couldn't. He thrust forward two times, three times, and he felt his knot throbbing. Another few thrusts -

POP!

And the knot was inside.

Gooood boy...

This time, there was no chance of him holding back the demon. He was too worked up, too heavy in the balls to have any self-control of where it went. All that mattered was that he was cumming, and it was making him feel so much better...

He moaned at the top of his lungs, the moan turning into a howl as his body emptied its balls into the raven beneath him. The tiniest flicker of awareness crossed his mind of what he was doing as the light in Satres's fighting eye went out, and then was replaced with the golden light of the wolf.

"Heh...heh..."

He'd done it. He'd given Prowler what he needed...and now...Satres was gone.

Teryx panted, locked in place as the villagers circled around them. Some held pitchforks, others held little clubs that had been improvised out of farming implements, but all of them looked fearful for their lives. They knew, somehow, what had been unleashed from the ruins, and they were ready to defend themselves.

Slowly, the raven slid forward, his ass popping off of the knot without any real expression of pain or anything else. If anything, it was only pleasure on that face, only some sort of strange exhilaration.

"Looks like I'm back, everyone...and the village is still here. We'll have to turn it into a proper den for me."

"Monster!"

One of the villagers, a white owl, lunged forward with a torch. Teryx started to stand up, feeling in control again, but Satres was faster. A black blur whipped through the air, and the torch went flying...as did the villager.

Everyone stared as the owl went soaring back towards the huts, more than two hundred feet away, and then slowly looked back at the raven. Teryx was among them, his breath catching in his throat as he realized just how far things had gone, how much worse things could get.

Satres - or rather, Prowler, in Satres's body - looked down at himself. He reached down, grabbing hold of his cock, and started to slowly stroke it, letting it harden beneath him.

"Heh...a lovely looking cock...and a streamlined body. I might keep this one...rather than change it. But this...this is going to have to change."

Nobody moved as the demon exerted his powers on the host, tugging on his cock as it slowly faded from a humanoid shape to something much more familiar for Teryx. It pinkened, then reddened, getting heavier at the base and lighter at the tip. The dark skin faded away for something more reddish, the tip tapering off and forming more of a point than it had in the past. The rest of the shaft showed the veins more clearly than ever, and he shivered as he realized just how much more potent that cock would be from here on out.

Teryx slipped, falling on his knees as his cock continued to ooze yellow slime, and he could only stare as the raven's cock became a wolf shaft, heavy and knotted, with a sheath that was thick and furry, and even from here he could smell the potent musk that was coming off of it.

As the raven's balls began to balloon, the other villagers exchanged a look. Teryx knew what they were thinking: could they rush him and take him out before he got any more powerful?

"Run..."

Several looked at him as he whispered, including the demon-possessed raven. Prowler looked down at him, chuckling.

"I hope that warning was meant for me...because if you think that they can get away from me...you're wrong."

"RUN!"

His warning went ignored, save by those that were at the very edge of the gathering. Two or three of the bird folk started running. The rest, unfortunately, were doomed.

He stared as Satres ran through the crowd, flicking his legs out and chopping down with his arms. Demon power and monk training combined to make him a deadly adversary, moving too fast to see and striking with more precision than any marksman might have. Fingers hit nerves that left the villagers bundled up, unable to move as their bodies cramped up, and kicks swept the ground out from under them, literally. A powerful blow that moved the very ground knocked down more than four of them at once.

Worse, however, was the fate of those that were knocked down. One by one, he moved through them, always taking time to dab his cock against the lips of those he captured before moving on to find more, and every time, the yellow color soaked into their beaks or their mouths before slipping over their tongues.

My gods...

The transformation for them was quicker than it had been for him, or for Satres. Villager after villager started sprouting darker fur, red lines running over them before they arched their backs and howled to the heavens, their clothes ripping off of them from the transformation. Golden eyes replaced whatever they had, taking them from charming people to ruthless wolves.

Prowler and his pack...

He panted, his cock throbbing despite himself as the wolf tried to pull himself to his feet. He managed it, shaking hard as he watched the carnage. Prowler had taken it further, running down those that were further off, kicking their legs out from under them before striking a blow at the base of their spine. It disabled them, knocked them down, and they were helpless as the raven's new wolf cock slammed into them. Never more than one thrust, but it was enough, enough to break them in and deliver the corrupting cum to their insides.

The village had had over two hundred people. More than half of that were already infected.

"No...no..."

Teryx shook his head, staring at the devastation around him. Satres was further down the road, almost halfway back to the ruin in the middle of converting one of the runaways, while the survivors were making their way to the shrine. Slowly, the wolf pulled himself to the middle of the road, and threw his arms out, trying to make a barrier of himself.

It didn't take long for the bird and the demon inside to notice him.

The blur came, and despite there being more than two hundred feet between them, he barely had the time to pull his arms together to block the main force of the blow. Even so, and even with his new endurance, he barely held himself together. Knocked back over ten feet, he looked down at the former monk. Gold eyes were the least of the changes; red lines ran from his eye sockets down his face, and up from his dick across his belly.

"You...you aren't...going to get...them all..."

"You are not going to stop me from forming my pack again."

"I...I will do what I can."

"Heh...are you telling me that you want to get your reward first, then?"

Reward...the breaking!

He tried to pull back, tried to kick out, but Prowler was too fast. A feathered hand shot up and past his arms, hitting him in the side of his neck. Almost immediately, he stiffened up, falling to the ground with his arms still crossed around his chest. All the muscles on that side of his body seized up, and he groaned, trying to push himself back up with his still-good arm.

The raven knelt by him, dog dick throbbing and dripping by his face.

"Look at you. A little beta wolf that thinks he can stop the alpha. Do you understand where you belong, Teryx?"

Prowler smacked him across the face with that thick cock, the musk from it flooding his lungs and leaving his head spinning. His balls churned, and he felt them growing again, waking up once more with the presence of the demon that had created their power.

"You belong beneath me. You are nothing but a member of the pack, a slut that I can use to make my world. You will obey me, or you will be made to obey. Do you understand me?"

"Mmmph...I...I can't...can't just..."

"Then let's show you...just how fast a wolf can break."

The raven's finger darted down again, and this time the feathery blow hit him just above his sheath. He expected pain, but instead, felt nothing...for a moment.

Then sudden pleasure hit him, his cock throbbing upwards and getting harder than it had for anything but that feathery ass. He bit his lip, whimpering and gasping at the smack, and he thrust his hips forward several times before he could stop himself.

"That's it, isn't it? You see the power I have over your body? Let's not forget, you still have a lot of me in you."

The demon raven gestured, and he felt his balls rise up, pulling forward almost like someone was holding them, fondling them. They rolled and pulsed, feeling exactly like someone was handling them, squeezing them, working them around with their fingers. He bit his lips, trying not to react, but it was nearly impossible.

It didn't get easier when Prowler struck him in several other places, always quick finger-darts into his hips, or into his thighs. Each one either paralyzed him further, or sent a shock of pleasure through his body, or made him move in some way. A flick to his thigh, and all of a sudden, his legs were spread. A jab to his side, and his cock jumped, shooting a blast of yellowed pre towards his face, soaking his muzzle.

"Your body is mine, Teryx. All that's left is your mind, and we both know that you aren't strong enough to hold onto that. Not when you've already given me this."

He knew that the demon was right, that he wasn't strong enough to hold out, but he wasn't trying to. He just wanted to give the people in the shrine enough time to get safe. Maybe, just maybe -

"AH!"

He moaned, his eyes going wide as he was suddenly hit in the right ass cheek, his hole puckering, twitching, squeezing down on nothing...and a hunger awakened in him.

The demon looked down at him with a smirk.

"I saw your memories as much as I saw Satres. You aren't one to stay on top. You aren't the one that wants to be in control. You want someone like me calling the shots. You want someone like me to take your body and use it, to do what I want to do, rather than trying to figure it out yourself.

"Now, are you going to roll over and let me take control, or do I have to make you?"

"..."

"Heh...we both know the answer to that."

The raven struck him under the tail, and suddenly he was rolling backwards. Not painfully, but in need. The wolf groaned, panting hard as he was hit with a hot need beneath his tail, not made any better by the way that the raven was teasing him, stroking his pucker with a feathery finger every time that he started pushing back for more.

"Mmmph...you are...a torment...a monster..."

"Yes...and soon, you will be to."

"I won't...I swear..."

"Really? Cum, then."

And to his greatest shock, he did.

The wolf's eyes went wide as pleasure hit him like a freight train, and he arched his back and threw his head backwards, a howl coming loose before he could stop it. It echoed over the road as he splattered seed all over the ground, but his balls didn't shrink in the slightest, no matter the flood that was released.

"Beg."

The heat pulled through him, running from his corrupted balls to his throat. He felt his muscles tense, his vocal cords moving before he could stop himself.

"Please, fuck me. I need your cock. I need to serve you, alpha. I need to have something to do for you. Please, tell me what to do!"

What's going on? What the hell is going on?! This...this isn't...

"Submit."

The wolf groaned, arching his ass up further, his tail off to the side in the most submissive pose that his body seemed able to think of. His eyes were rolled back, his mind was covered in heat...heat...

Heat...

Prowler's heat...Prowler's control...

It was everywhere...All the other converted wolves were lumbering to their feet, their eyes blank of everything but their wolfish eagerness. He could feel the need to submit, the urge, the necessity...

And why shouldn't he submit? Why...why not...

There was something, some old bit of him that was giving in...and he couldn't stop it. The heat rolled over him, submerging everything in the wolfish need, the wolfish hierarchy of the pack. Prowler was on top, and he was one of those that might just rise to his second, if he was good and obedient.

Teryx howled quietly, and he felt the heat take hold of him, making his head look back at the raven. This time, everything seemed to look golden to him, and he - was it he? He wasn't sure, anymore, what was him and what was the demon - smiled back at the raven.

"I submit..."

"I know you do. You are mine. Mine. Now, come with me..."

The wolf took the raven's hand as it was offered, and they both turned towards the shrine. He felt the power of the holy symbols, but he already knew that Prowler would be able to break them. There was nothing here to withstand the power of the hunting demon; only the raven had been able to hold back so far, and there were none like him in this village.

"May I go first, master?"

"Go, and hunt. But save the best for me."

With an answering growl, Teryx - or his body - ran through the village, growling and clawing at the earth as he ran for the shrine, dick hard and dripping in anticipation of his task.