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Dalkorrd groaned as he sat up, cupping his head in his hands. His regeneration left much to be desired, as the pain always seemed to linger for a few minutes after his revivals. The former lord shook the ache from his head and opened his eyes to see Porshion standing above him next to the table where he'd been ripped apart.

The nightmare-pegacorn smirked as he spun his trophy from the night before, occasionally stopping it to lick at the skull. "Good morning little prince." Porshion smirked, his equine shaft half-hard. "Your betters have decided that I'm to enjoy you for the day, like I did before you slew your father. In fact, they've decided I'll be able to use and abuse you at least once a week. Your days with me to be preceded by the same ritual as last night."

He slapped his hand on the table with a squelch. It was only then that Dalkorrd realized that the table was still coated in his blood from the night before. Mostly dry, but with wet patches where it was thick. Before Dalkorrd could even react he felt his lips wrapped in a kiss. His eyes went wide in shock, his maw opened as the equine's broad tongue assaulted his lips, forcing into his mouth to claim it as its own. Mixing their saliva and letting it drool down the former lord's chin.

The rough, dominating kiss broke when Porshion grabbed the former lord by the mane and pulled him away, licking up the trial of mixed saliva before spitting it onto his captive's chest. "You're going to be my mate from now on, as you were supposed to be. A shame you ruined our betrothal. I'll breed you so eventually you'll be begging to be brought to me. Consider this your paying me back for stealing my life."

Dalkorrd was about to protest when he got a slap to his face, the hand that slapped him moving to keep his jaws clamped shut in their tight grip. "You know, back when you were still a kid and me and your dad used you? I know he used you as payback for getting your mother killed, but me? I used you because you're the hottest little slut I had. When he told me I was to be his heir I knew then that you'd be my mate. My little personal cock-holster. So consider this making up for lost time my little filly, and our betrothal reinstated."

With that the stallion's shaft began to grind at Dalkorrd's slit, pulling the folds along for the ride, the length wedging itself between his balls whenever the nightmare's hips pulled low enough. "Your slit used to belong solely to your father, remember? I loved how whenever you got a boner you were beaten until it retreated back into your cunt. He thought you didn't deserve to be a male. Too bad he didn't cut it out before the curse. I'd have neutered you on our wedding night." Angling his hips up, his free hand grabbed his cock, aiming the tip at Dalkorrd's reptilian hole.

The former lord muffled out a scream as it entered him roughly, shoving in where his anatomy was designed to push out. Once his shaft was most of the way in Porshion's hand left it to grab the reptile's mane, using it and his muzzle as handles to thrust his shaft into that slit, the stallion's cock ramming into the flaccid shaft hidden inside, pushing it out of the way and squeezing it against the inner walls.

"Yeah, take it bitch! You're so tight! One of the best things about that curse, you'll always be virgin tight, no matter which of your cunts I decide to use!" The stallion's hips slammed into Dalkorrd's pelvis, his black orbs slapping against the former lord's own. The reptile grunted in pain each time his cock was crushed, his slit stretched by that thick shaft.

Dalkorrd started to lift his hands to try and defend himself, to push the stallion away, but red chains shot out from the pool of his own blood on the table, wrapping around his wrists and pulling them back to the surface, keeping him from fighting back as he shifted his hips to try and avoid more pain. "It's a good thing you've got so much blood, all the leftovers from last night are going to come in handy." The stallion gave a sadistic wink as the former lord looked down to see why his tail was not helping, it was still unconscious, and its head was in another set of red chains, with a familiar cum-covered skull sitting near it.

Porshion turned his head to see what he was staring at, smirking and giving a single chuckle. "Like my handiwork? If you don't behave I might end up with a cell full of your old bones that I've turned into furniture and decorations. That first one'll be a nice wall-mounted trophy." Picking it up, he licked the snout of the skull before setting it back down.

The former lord grunted at a particularly rough thrust of the equine's hips. The blood-chains grew spikes, making him wince in pain as his rapist grunted in pleasure, smirking at his plight. "Maybe they had the right idea eh? Ripping out your tongue? I remember how much you complained back in the day, how annoying your voice was, How many nights did you cry yourself to sleep after we had our fun with you?"

The nightmare-pegacorn let go of his muzzle, and when Dalkorrd was about to speak, to complain, more blood-chains shot up and latched onto his tongue, spikes digging into the prehensile muscle. Smirking the equine leaned in and looked down into that mouth. "Watch your tongue little filly. One word and you'll be swallowing it. Be a good bride and take your husband's cock without complaint."

At the threat, the former lord refrained from speaking. The fresh blood that ran from his wounds only fed the chains, making them more powerful, and the spikes grow thicker. Was this the fate his daughter desired? To force her father into becoming everyones torture toy and snuff slut? Why would Jynx want this of him?

The stallion showed off his stamina, fucking the former lord's aching slit for hours, turning him from a missionary position, to doggy-style, and with the fresh blood the chains eventually raised up to suspend him from the ceiling, the spikes digging in deeper. The black sun of the demon realm was at its zenith as the equine finally pulled out, leaving the reptilian hybrid's slit gapping, his cock visible from the entrance to its hiding spot.

Walking around to Dalkorrd's head, stroking his cock, he grinned down at his captive. "I've been holding it in for a while now. But I think you'll enjoy this. Remember when your father and I were in war meetings that ran on far too long?"

At that, Dalkorrd whined, and the chain holding his tongue grew the spikes wider, until they shredded the muscle. Howling in pain, the chain pulled the severed tongue and Porshion grabbed it, smirking before he pressed his cock-tip to the former lord's lips and letting out a stream of piss, which the bound male reflexively began to swallow. "See? Your body knows this was what you were born for. It's a shame you were so ambitious. It would have been satisfied by being my bride eons ago."

Dalkorrd whined once the equine's bladder had been emptied into him. He felt the stream slow to a trickle before it just dripped, the last drop being wiped on his lips. With his bladder empty, the equine walked back to Dalkorrd's other end and slammed himself in again, resuming his fucking of that abused genital slit. The hidden cock feeling like it was being sanded down by the hard one pounding against it.

It was another half a day before the stallion finally came, his seed flooding into the former lord's genital slit. The nightmare-pegacorn grunting as he drove himself to the hilt as he seeded his victim. Collapsing onto his toy, he panted as he recovered, sweat beading his body after a full day of fucking, and forcing himself not to cum until the last minute. Reaching up he pulled Dalkorrd's face towards his own and planted a tender kiss on the chimera-dragon's cheek. "I plan to claim your holes one at a time, and once I have, then I'll be alternating which I use. But now that I understand why your father enjoyed your slit so much, it's going to be my primary use."

Dalkorrd whined as the equine pulled him into a kiss, forcefully making out with him. The door creaked open, but the equine ignored it as Tsernom and Merlac entered. They let him finish, the equine pulling his tongue from the former lord's lips and looked over at the pair. "Perfect timing boys. Just finished using my little filly."

The commanders chuckled and walked over, caressing the nightmare-pegacorn's sweaty body, and then Merlac kissed him on the lips. "Having fun with the court pain-pet?" Tsernom reached up to slap the former lord's rump, claws digging in.

Breaking the kiss with Merlac Porshion nodded. "I believe he's ready for his nightly snuff session boys. I'll head back to my cell. Have fun filly!" With an evil laugh the equine grabbed his trophy-skull and left the room, and before the blood chains melted back to a liquid form real chains were shackled Dalkorrd's limbs, and a collar to his throat.

As soon as the chains were in place and the blood melted back down they yanked his leash, forcing him to march behind them, back through the cell block, where his former rivals jeered and laughed at his plight, some of them pointing out the stallion cream leaking from his genital slit.

The parade of shame ended once they left the block, but he was forced to crawl the full way back to his personal cell. Once there they dragged him to the center of the room, where a drain had been installed into the floor overnight, and the cell cleaned of any trace of the torture the day before.

Once in the center of the room, the shadow dragon and grey hellhound bound the former lord spread eagle on the floor, above the drain. "Oh, in case you were wondering about the drain, it's not for keeping the room clean, but for harvesting your blood for food. You'll be a delicacy among the court!" Tsernom cackled and patted the hybrid's cheek.

Merlac stepped over to a tool rack that had been installed along the rear wall, one rack among many as it seemed where there was not a set of hooks for binding him there was a rack of tools to torture or rape him with, and a few tools could be used for both. Grabbing a set of knives he approached, smiling wickedly. "I think we should practice our whittling tonight."

Dalkorrd struggled in his bonds, as the shadow dragon approached, Tsernom taking the offered blade and ran it against the bound male's cheek. "I remember how you used to love torturing your prisoners for information. Well, now you're gonna get tortured, not for information but for punishment."

At that, the grey hellhound dug the blade into that scaly cheek, making the hybrid cry out in pain and try to pull away. The pair began cutting into him, slowly flaying him from his head and going down along his body, making sure to keep his outer flesh as intact as they could to skin their captive.

Blood flowed freely down that drain, and after an hour they had the large beast fully flayed, his skin held up and stretched taught by Merlac to show it off as the former lord looked up at him. Even his sack had been flayed, leaving his orbs exposed to the cold air of the cell.

"Hmm, gonna make great upholstery. Maybe a few suits as well." Tsernom admired their handiwork, petting the empty flesh, before walking over to the bleeding mass of muscle and sinew. "What do you think bitch?"

Merlac grinned and folded the skin up and set it on a cart that had been brought in while they flayed the hybrid. "I don't believe he has the right to think." He walked over and threw a fistful of salt onto their captive, which made him scream in pain.

"No, but he has the right to suffer." Tsernom kicked the former lord's head, making him see stars before the grey hellhound sat on his chest, stroking his sheath until he was at full mast. He looked for a fold between the hybrid's muscles, and slid over, lifting the fold with one hand to shove his cock into that new hole. "Ohhh so warm!"

Merlac chuckled as the hellhound started the fun part, walking over to grip the hybrid's legs. He unshackled them, to lift them over his shoulders, his own ribbed shaft aiming for the former lord's taint. "I remember that you never let me top. Now? You'll never top another male again." With that he shoved himself inside, moaning at the tightness.

Tsernom leaned down to kiss the hybrid's lipless mouth, licking at his fangs. "I used to love you, you know. It's why I was so eager to join you in your bedchambers and be bed by you when the Lady and Jynx were away." He gripped that muzzle with both paws as he rutted that muscle fold. "I cried myself to sleep every night for a year after you faked your death."

Dalkorrd would have apologized, but with his tongue gone he had no way to do so, and it was difficult to feel sorry for someone who was fucking the loose spot between muscle groups. He had no choice but to take it as he was used, his ass stretched wide by the shadow dragon's thick cock, and like last time he used the shadows to make it thicker and longer.

"Should I leave you two alone then?" Merlac teased, slapping a hand against their captive's abs, rewarded with a wet squelch as blood splattered from the impact. The former lord would be bleeding out soon enough, but not before they had their fun it seemed.

Tsernom chuckled. "Nah, maybe tomorrow. Tonight we're just fucking this corpse." He reached behind himself, grabbing those loose gonads and squeezing them roughly, making the hybrid grunt in pain. Grabbing at them, he slipped the tubes between his fingers and began to yank, soon breaking the tubes off and leaving the chimera-dragon once more, less of a male, ripping another scream from his throat.

Taking those orbs he placed one into his mouth, crunching down on it and chewing it up before swallowing it down. "Hmm, might end up bringing him to the kitchens sometime. If he's this delicious the court's gonna end up eating him alive!"

Merlac laughed at that, lifting one of the legs from his shoulder to lick at the blood and muscles. "Hmm, he is good, tastes like dragon, like goat, and a hint of his other species." With that he wrapped his jaws over the former lord's calf and ripped off a chunk with his teeth, chomping down on it before gulping it down. "If I'd known how good his body tasted as a meal I'd have organized a coup millennia ago, instead of being loyal to the shit-head for so long."

The hellhound nodded before leaning in to kiss Dalkorrd again. "If you wanted to retire, you should have just asked us, we'd have gladly gone from your loyal commanders to your new owners in a heartbeat if we'd known how good you were on the slab instead of in bed."

"Oh I'd have raped him as soon as he asked. Make a spectacle of it as we dethroned him." Merlac began feasting on his legs as he rutted the hybrid, and when they were nothing but bones he unfastened the tail, holding it behind its jaws as he began to eat the meat from it as well. Tsernom began his own feasting as he rutted, unshackling an arm to eat the muscle from it. They neither cared, nor noticed when the light went out of Dalkorrd's eyes, and when they seeded the corpse it was still warm.

When they finished they stripped the body to the bones, leaving just enough meat and sinew to keep the skeleton intact. They then propped it up, using barbed wire to turn the skeleton into a macabre statue, posing it so that it was kneeling with its arms folded into a submissive pose against his back. They then used shackles that were just the right fit for the bones on the wrists and hocks to bind them.

With their work done for the night they left the room, carrying the skin they'd harvested with them, to deliver to the seamstresses to turn into something useful.