The Theft of Lykron
Written for Lykron (Links at the bottom)
Rise of the Dark Nation, Book 1
The Theft of Lykron-
College these days is a trial. Lykron thought as he passed the quad. Not like you'd see in a courtroom, or like the trial period of an item, no college is like a game's trial run. It's not quite life, but also not quite high school. Like an inbetween phase of a werewolf's shifting, the interminable time that somehow stretches for eons per second but also seems over in a flash. Lykron thought as he watched the new group of freshmans and their parents waddle behind the hippo-esque student worker who was leading this mass of chattering people around the small campus.
These new kids like any others peered around with a freshness that he'd lost some time ago. College seems to stretch on into eternity, and his was almost over; as a world weary senior, working on ideas for grad school. He sat in the alcove tucked away at the top of the stairs, it was on the third floor of the student union, his spot. Jorran his best friend and former room-mate stomped up the stairs behind Lyron as he always did. The large man as usual was dressed in his lab coat and basketball shorts, though he likely had never played a full game of basketball in his life, and t shirt with some weird kitten on the front with the saying "Purrrfectly Scientific" while the small cartoon animal shook the glass vials in its paws. Jorran always wore his ragged sandals and knee high tube socks, finishing his ensemble and somehow making him seem even more a character from a lame sci-fi movie than even his nerd speak could.
He gasped and collapsed into one of the old leather chairs set into the alcove next to Lykron. "I thought you were going to meet me at my lab." He panted, his corpulent belly heaving as he tried to regain his breath.
"Ah, sorry Jorran." He continued to stare out the massive wall of glass at the people walking beneath him. "It's freshman season and I guess I lost track of time, ruminating about the feelings and moments we all share. College life, for the low and the high of it, makes us all responsible for our own choices."
"And, my day dreaming weirdo, you promised to help me in my lab! So get your shit and let go before your choice ruins my future." The larger man rose, grabbing Lykron's bag ,which clearly showed the sticker from Bad Dragon and Mr.S Leather, from the chair where he'd tossed it. "I have your stuff, so if you want it back you owe me three hours of lab time, like you promised!" The last words echoed up the stairs as the large man disappeared below.
With one final wistful look below he rose and followed his friend.
Jorran's lab was a mess.
The apparatus he used for his molecular physics and chemistry experiments were piled high on both sides of the room. Left after one experiment or another had not led to the results he'd desired. Lykron sat at the table in the center of the room and peered into the goop that swirled and danced in the massive container before him. This was the latest of his friend's experiments. A fungus based lifeform that took on the appearance of shifting goo. It swirled in weirdly complimentary colors. Lykron took a second to tap at the glass container and chuckled to himself as the colors shifted from grey to black then green and blue, in the span of a few seconds.
"Whatever this one is, it's pretty." He tapped again just as Jorran came into view holding a few glass bottles of soda.
"Don't!" He rushed over, slapping his friend's hand away from the glass. "This isn't a toy, it's immensely dangerous. And it could lead to a new age in biological warfare." Shoving the cold bottle of Big Red into Lykron's hand he sat, opening his own. "I need you to follow through. You promised to babysit the lab when you could, and right now I have a meeting with you know who." He surreptitiously peered at Lykron over the bottle of soda and seemed to be waiting for his friend to inquire. "I mean it's only natural that I'd get the attention of the big names." He paused again waiting, while his friend dreamily watched the goop swirl between colors.
"I'd ask you about it but I'm sure it's all" he looked up with a smirk and did the air quote sign. "Hush hush."
"You promised to do some menial work so I need you to get on these." The large man placed a stack of circuit boards in front of Lykron. "I need to know if these are worth salvaging. I need to put it together... Well forget what it's for but I need these sorted through. If I can get that done I'll be on my way to a cushy job at government research labs. No more starving college" He paused and frowned at the chuckle from his friend. "Okay not 'starving' but... Just shut it, asshole." Jorran frowned once and rose, draining the last of his drink. He pulled off his lab coat and dropped it over the back of his chair. "Well, it is... I'll be back in a few hours, I have a meeting with my boss." He pouted his way to the door looking back only once before leaving the lab.
With that Lykron pulled his own bag out from beneath the table and went about his own work. Books and not pads filled the table as well as a diagnostic unit he'd tossed together for Jorran. With his mind focused on the job ahead he began to work. The stacks of hard-drives were quickly sorted and the ones not capable of the processing necessary were tossed aside.
The night wore on silently, eventually he moved on to his own thesis and became bored as he waited for Jorran to return. Eventually the soda now flat he pushed his books aside and peered at the goop for a while the swirls and patterns rather pleasing as he relaxed back into the chair letting his feet dangle as he laid his head on his bag.
Lykron dozed.
The door burst in and moments later a mass of men in suits with bullet proof vests flowed in. Lykron jerked awake and stood as twelve handguns were leveled at him. "Ah," He paused, breathing shakily, his hands slowly lifting into the air. "I uh, I'm supposed to be here." He backed up slowly and as they rushed forward, he jerked, turning aside as he waited for the resounding crash of gunfire. It didn't come, but in his jerking he'd elbowed the canister of glass which wobbled precariously and tipped off the table.
Lykron grunted at the resulting explosion, glass and the odd liquid dropped at his feet, coating his jeans and the black boots he wore. He glanced down, still utterly confused by what the hell was going on. His friend was nowhere to be seen and so he stood arms raised, trying to show the gunmen he wasn't dangerous. It only lasted a second more though before he was tackled harshly to the floor. Before he could even grunt in protest his arms were jerked behind him and his face pressed into the liquid that shimmered and swirled. Now that he was pressed into it he could see minute specks, tiny and nearly invisible in their small size moving around in the fluid, kind of like the things he'd seen in a biology book. It was all so surreal.
As he watched the specks in the metallic liquid pressed into his flesh. With a concerned grunt he opened his mouth to protest while slowly trying to shake the weight of the gunmen off of him. One of the men took the initiative and shoved a block of something black into his mouth, there was a pop and the thing filled out in his mouth, somehow locking his jaws shut, there was also a strange sensation in his nasal cavity, and then he couldn't breathe. Beyond the mass of men holding him down, the black material had somehow blocked off his ability to breathe. Which only made him struggle harder. Thusly restrained the men got off of him one at a time very visibly avoiding touching the goop, and as the last left him blackness seeped into his vision, his legs felt so heavy he couldn't lift them from the ground. It felt like his lungs were going to explode. Like when they'd crashed into him, all the air was pressed from him.
The odd sound above him turned out to be speech, he could understand it past the odd rushing in his ears if he tried. "-im to base. The doctor is already on hi-" Something was wrong, he should have passed out. He couldn't breathe but somehow he was still receiving the air he needed though only enough to stay conscious for the moment, like something was keeping him going. Just as his mind started to calm down the blackness took over and nothingness overtook him finally.
In the blackness something tickled, it was the first sensation to return. It was slow at first, it started with his legs, but something caressed his flesh. It was so irritating that he forced himself to wake. With a jerk of his head he blinked looking around the van he lay in. He seemed to be riveted to the floor on some squishy material, strapped to the thing, and only his head could move. Lykron peered up and looked directly into the eyes of the men who'd abducted him. They sat in two rows up each side of the van. The one behind the passenger seat held a small canister aloft which held a hose that flowed down and then into his mouth.
He shook his head silently while trying to beg for help. The skin of his legs was crawling. He could feel it, his skin was actually moving, where the liquid had splashed on him. It felt like it was made of fuzzy caterpillars crawling crazily back and forth along the surface of his legs. The sensation was almost ticklish especially on his feet inside the boots that he now wished were something he could kick off easily. Though, said a new voice in his mind, it's not as though you can kick them off bound like this, can you? He grunted at the intrusive thought and tried his best to wiggle free of the impossibly tight, though soft, straps keeping him utterly still. The only freedom he had was his head. He tried to look down to see his legs and feet trying to get a look at what could be causing the tickling sensation.
I'd lay still, they don't seem to have our best interests at heart.
The voice filled his mind and he jerked his head around looking at each of the men above him. None seemed to have spoken. He grunted again, or tried to, but no air pushed from his nose. With a strangled cry he tried to breathe through both his nose and mouth in turn. His nose was totally blocked, as if he had the worst case of allergies he'd ever experienced. His mouth though was being fed a steady stream of air when he breathed in, and then an almost vacuuming sensation on his breathing out. Though something about this should have been scary, hell the whole situation should have been fucking terrifying, and yet, it wasn't.
This idea played over and over in his head.
As he pondered the oddity of this whole mess, he found himself licking at the small hole through which air was being fed him. It tasted of chemicals. They were keeping him sedated. The realization should have brought him fear but in his lethargic state, napping sounded so much better than worry. So his eyelids drooped and he peered up at the one holding the canister that connected to his mouth. The man gave him a sly wink and pushed a button and seconds later a wave of sleep crested, crushing him down to the floor and he knew no more. Sleep tight the voice said and chuckled into nothingness.
The creeping tickle was his first sensation again, waking him slowly as he jerked in silent laughter, though nothing of his body moved. Under his skin though his body spasmed and shook in silent helpless laughter. The tickle had climbed from his legs to his chest while he'd been out.
He blinked.
Why was it so dark? He shook his head in the darkness contorting his face in confusion until he realized he was wearing something over his head, pressing his hair down tight to his skull. Panic built up in him like a pot slowly coming to a boil. The gradual change was very obvious to him, whatever they'd forced into him was wearing off. Though he was now even worse off, no sight, no sound, no scent, and only a lingering taste of chemicals. His flesh crawled, from crotch to upper chest, he was being assaulted by the strange creeping caterpillar feeling. It was indeed moving, even in the short time he lay there he felt it progressing.
Something about it scared him. His flesh crawled and sensation grew into too much stimulation his breathing became steadily more ragged as the drug's effect died out. Now he was worried about hyperventilating. He was no novice to bondage, and one thing he knew was hyperventilating and panic could severely harm, or even lead to death in rare cases. He worked to control his lungs but the tickling sensation was so powerful, so persistent. He began to jerk and strain against his bonds, his hands flopping slowly and his fingers...
He had no fingers.
Just noticing the changes, eh? The odd voice sounded from somewhere, like someone speaking directly next to your ear in the dark it had the same effect. Lykron whimpered into his gag and would have jumped had his entire body not been so thoroughly held down, the soft yet unyielding straps holding him tight. Subtle differences presented themselves though. He could feel straps holding his feet, at toe, ankle and part way up the shin. The only portion of him that could move beyond his head, were his shapless hands. The sensation was incredibly odd. He could feel every brush of his flesh against the thing he was tied to but it was like his fingers had been melted into one single nub.
I'd relax if you don't want more drugs. You'll have to sit in silence while I finish the transition. It sighed, into the silence of his mind as every process of his mind froze in shock. Okay, for starters, I'm not a huge fan of this either but I'm going to need you to just let it happen, not that you could stop me.
Full blown panic. It was an uncontrollable rush of emotion, not anything like anger, or fear, or, well anything else he'd ever had experienced. It was a mass of anxiety on steroids. His panic was a physical thing. Like velocity from a jet taking off, it pressed down on him. It didn't stop him from jerking his head around, this time something happened he hadn't expected. He could suddenly hear.
"Ah hello, Mr. Lykron. We need you to relax. Or we will have to sedate you again." The voice rang in his head, he seemed to have sound blocking headphones pressed into his ears. "You'll notice the hood we have you in is blocking all your senses. We are currently running tests on you. Please don't move." The voice lowered in tone and cooed to him. "The hood is to limit the knowledge the entity attached to you can attain."
Not entirely sure why, but the man's demeanor did calm him, enough to get a hold of his breathing, at least it was someone else who'd taken his senses.
"I must apologize for the rough treatment my team showed you." The man sounded unamused and the tone had a feeling of someone very formidable, like someone you really don't want to be mad at you. "You see, Jorran is my Assistant. He has been working on a bio-engineered weapon system for the United States Government." The man paused and the slight chuckle in his tone became a true laugh. "I suppose my men owe you a huge apology. You see they know Jorran and expected him to be there, when someone unknown happened to be in a secret lab,that isn't even on the books, well" He actually paused to clear his throat. "It can be a bit scary for the Government types. Especially since someone had turned off the security cameras." At this the doctor paused again and someone nearby said something incomprehensible in a pleading tone.
Lykron lay in the darkness in his lack of sense and nearly in tears shook his head into the silence. "Please don't be too upset. My team and I have taken you to a secure location where we will do what we can for you. Please don't give up on us. I'm sure your friend Jorran would be beyond sad if you let this thing beat you." Another pause and an even more assertive pleading.
You shouldn't listen to him. He's trying to keep you calm while I take over your body. The voice from nowhere paused. What a novel thought. I. Me. I exist. How very interesting.
The voice went silent.
Lykron felt something new. The tickling feeling had died down after reaching all the way to his skull. Now he could feel new things without the overstimulation of the caterpillar crawlies. Something about his feet scared him but it was a distant thing compared to the uncommonly hard cock that took up most of his attention. He was a huge lover of bondage yes, but this kind of situation would keep anyone afraid and soft, but no, he lay there totally immobilized now and the throbbing of his cock encompassed his whole being.
Oh it seems I've found something you enjoy?
Lykron moaned as he exhaled or tried to with the respirator completely controlling his breathing. It had felt as though some soft tight hole had enclosed his engorged maleness. Though it had been different, like every pleasure center in his body had been turned up to five times its normal level. It was enough to silence his fears completely, as well as any resistance he had to this thing.
That did have a rather interesting effect. Would you like more?
Lykron nodded before he could even think of how he should respond. The pleasure came back and remained. If he could have made a sound he would have been moaning so loud and writhing in joyful pleasure he doubted anyone could have missed it. But he lay in darkness, deaf again, blinded and unable to smell or even breathe on his own. Something was changing in his mind. Some innate part of his personality was latching onto this pleasure and it was addictive.
I'm going to ask you some things, do you understand me? The voice seemed to be smiling in the darkness behind his eyes. Nod or shake your head to answer. Do you understand what is happening?
Lykron hesitated, the pleasure slowly ebbing as if to give him freedom to think. He frantically shook his head and shuddered as the pleasure returned in full force. This was like the high of an orgasm extended and enhanced. His mind was barely working beyond his ability to feel this amazing and corrupting sexual feeling.
Good boy, you like that name don't you? Boy? It paused as the shudders worked their way down his spine. Even though it was plain to anyone that he was shaking with some intense feeling. Now, will you be able to listen even with your control setting this high?
Lykron paused, unsure of what it meant. Control settings, like a dial on a blender? Controlling how fast or high its RPM would be? Lykron thought to himself.
Yes, exactly. Perfect, I can not just speak to your mind but hear it now. This will make things much much easier. Just think of your response, I will know if you try to hide something from me. There didn't seem to be a threat in the voice, just an acknowledgment of the need to make that known. You realize I am taking over your body, a pause for his responding thought. Good, and you also must realize I have altered your entire body.
Lykron shivered his mind blank, but in a rush, a frenzy of "Oh god, oh god, oh god." He lay in shock unable to process anything as the pleasure organically receded to nothing. "If it turns me into something not me, then that doctor will be trying to fix me! Won't he?" He hesitated and tried to remember what the doctor had said, but it was somewhat blurry.
Lykron, calm yourself, think for a second. If he could fix you do you think he wouldn't have said as much? No, he's as clueless as Jorran on how and what he can do right now. I am not what he thinks, I have achieved something far beyond what they assumed. It stopped and a ripple of movement passed over Lykron as if the thing in him, that WAS him, had looked at each of his body parts closely, inspecting his new tool. By joining my being to yours I have evolved beyond the weapon they tried to make of me. I have become Lykron. We are one, though I have total control. I guess that makes you my mind bitch. It paused as a throbbing rocked his penis, if it had been his old cock it would have spurted precum. Well you certainly enjoy that idea eh? How very fortuitous. Since I have integrated with the suit they stuffed you in I suppose I should return your senses to you.
Lykron blinked into the dark and a millisecond later he could see again. Before him was the rounded curve of some kind of tube, it thrummed and filled his ears with noise. Wanting to see more he tried to look around and the thing that was in his body obliged, instead of his eyes he could see from some kind of grainy camera feed, it was disturbing to have it change so quickly, but he blinked and the world went dark just as if his eyes were the camera. Taking a slow steadying breath he opened his eyes again and looked down from on high, into a room with a massive MRI machine, and several people in the control room off to the right. He looked around the room and waited as his vision slowly adjusted, as if his head were turning, but it was the camera itself moving.
I must spend some time working through your brain, you have some very interesting ideas. Animal people, you call them furries in here, is this what you consider the height of beauty? The voice paused and Lykron fell back into himself in a fraction of a second, the images flashing through his brain as if dug up and held to the forefront for him to peruse, even though it was not him that was doing it. His red and black wolf Fursona, but altered, as it would look if it were flesh and bone. He lay there stunned. You're a little lost, I can imagine, it isn't easy. This morning you woke and were a free whole man, and here you lay helpless and unable to even fight back against me. How very- It paused again as Lykron tried to shove the thought away. Are you enjoying this? You kinky little bastard. A rich chuckle imminated from the being in his mind. I am very pleased to have been bonded to someone so perfect for me. I was afraid my coupling with you would feel like a punishment to you, but quite the opposite. You are loving this.
A grunting moan echoed out from Lykron, and he jerked, feeling himself make sound was such a bizarre sensation to him after having been silent for who knows how long. He tried viewing his body while lifting his head again. The thing in his head smirked and did him a favor, and without a word showed Lykron the camera built into the MRI. What lay there completely still except for its raised head, was what he could only describe as a being of pure rubber, or maybe latex. Or maybe something else entirely. Colorless but shifting. It radiated heat like a stone in the sun.
The massive penis drew his attention and after admiring it for a bit too long he noticed a few things. It looked as his normal flesh would have but bigger, and there was a fine web of veins that bulge around the flesh, as he watched the pleasure returned in full. He barely maintained the ability to do more than submit as an immense wave crested and smashed down onto him; dragging him into the depths of a sea he could not, and had no desire to, escape, but as he watched he could see the veiny mass was being jerked as the web constricted the quickly expanding flesh- What was that? You just thought of something. It was... like this- As he watched his cock was forced into a cage, the veins becoming bars of shining metal and the massive cock pulled into chastity. So you enjoy the feelings but you don't feel like you deserve to cum? Interesting. I can make that happen. What are friends for?
Lykron shuddered as the confining metal forced his engorged cock down to a nub and the altered cock became a sealed pocket in what can only be said to be a rubber jockstrap, black with red highlights, just like the fur coloring of his fursona.
"Please, I still need to cum." He spoke to the thing in his mind and only a laugh echoed into the darkness. He groaned into the gag in his throat, then watched as something truly odd began to sweep over his captive form. The tight covering that the men had placed on him sank into his flesh with an audible pop.
The popping echoed inside the tube and Lykron moaned as the pleasure heightened even further, his mind was numb and he luxuriated in helplessness as the being altered him further. The echoing pops lasted far too long. Even to the pleasure drunk Lykron, something wasn't right, and he peered through the camera again to view himself. Where his booted feet had been he could see the structure of his legs altering. With a strange sense of wonder he watched as his legs lost the firmness of flesh. Inside the covering of black material Lykron watched as his legs melted and slowly the rest of his body, moving up from his boots to his waist, even his cock and cage, all the way to his head he watched with a morbid sense of pleasure. His human form fell away into a vaguely humanoid shape. Like a Gingerbread man, all round, no edges.
In his mind the feeling of his mind being sorted, holding onto some memories or pictures that seemed of interest and others that Lykron himself knew he found pleasing joined the pile that were being kept. The being shared it's actions as it slowly built up a model for them, using the digitigrade legs of a wolf, elongating the spine and shrinking the hips. His feet elongated into wolfine paws that looked to be the size of dinner plates. As the image in their mind solidified more changes occurred to the blob that was Lykron. The straps meant nothing any longer to this form, as they slid through his flesh falling to the board beneath, they were suddenly free.
Lykron stared in wonder as his legs stretched and contorted. Under the skin he could feel muscle and tendon knitted together, layer by layer. It was almost sexual in it's intricate crafting of his flesh, they labored together over the images in the shared mind and slowly the figure became a lifelike model. Bones developed, hard as steel but light of weight, Lykron could feel the intricacies of each cellular lattice building as the plans flowed from the thing that had enslaved him. The muscles like steel cables bonded to the bones and the power of his legs frightened him even without having seen them in action. It was like watching a machine built in slow motion. Each corded tendon and grouping of muscle refined the control of his movements.
All the way up his body these changes worked. Hard sharp claws developed at the ends of his limbs, and once the skeletal structure and musculature had developed, fine hairs matching the colors of his jock grew from his skin starting from the extremities and working in. It was the hottest thing Lykron could have ever imagined. His cock strained and with but a second of mental struggle the being let him have his arm, and he reached his furred hand up to caress himself, he could feel the heat exuded by his cock. It was altering slowly as well. What he knew to be a sheath was slowly worming its way up and over the hot flesh integrating into his new bulging penis. The hard bone that grew into it kept it pointed out from his flesh and the mass shifted, becoming more pointed than blunt and wetness engulfed him as the flesh of his new sheath snugly fit around him. It was like a warm hand covering his exposed core.
This transition seemed to take hours or perhaps even days, time seemed to be flowing through thick syrup outside of the mind space, but Lykron watched every alteration with morbid interest. The pleasure receded until his mind was almost his own again.
As the fur built itself up around his sheath something else odd happened. He felt his core temperature shoot up and what turned out to be a heart began to beat and thrum in his chest. His lungs integrated a new respiratory system as well, though this seemed more to take air ambiently through his skin than something as localized as a set of nostrils or a mouth. In fact his mouth hadn't developed at all yet. Where he had once had a mouth, teeth and tongue, only a solid block of rubber like material pulled forth from the shapeless body. A thick wolf's snout along with a moist black nose and even fine black whiskers pulled forth from the shapelessness.
Eyes and mouth slowly formed and As he waited for some sense of vision or smell to return he was disabused of this hope instantly. I'm sorry to burst your bubble, little human. But I will not be giving you access to my actions. As I can't fully trust you yet, you will just be a helpless passenger inside what is now me. Lykron watched his new wolfish jaws pull back into a snarling smile and eyes as black and deep as the depth of the Marianas Trench peered up into the camera. With no pupils Lykron couldn't say for sure but he felt like the being was looking directly into the camera to tease him, as the feed slowly faded out the last thing he saw was the wolfish grin, and he was once again thrust into true darkness.
The being was not finished though, as Lykron felt himself settle into a core of his body, odd new sensations filled him. He felt his asshole being invaded. Puzzled, the helpless human wiggled this new form, but it felt as though his new form were entirely bound inside a fleshy cocoon. He couldn't have said if he had any flesh of his own or if these feelings were just the simulations of the great and powerful being that had stolen him. It felt as though he were whole and every piece of his former self was there. His feet and hands, every sensation of his old self remained somehow. Though it felt as though every inch of him was stuck bound in that silky soft cocoon for as much as he could move it.
Again he felt it, his asshole was being speared. Like the best sex he could imagine something massive and slick was plunging up into his guts, forcing deep like the bit of a jackhammer. The pounding filled Lykron's mind and body, if that is what you could call this, felt as though it were being bound tightly in the strictest vacuum sack. His mind qualed as the cock buried up into his guts again, something else slowly began pushing in behind the cock.
It was bulbous, and his hole felt immense pressure as it slowly stretched his flesh. These sensations filled him up and every time the massive cock pulled itself free of Lykron's asshole, it shoved back in just a bit deeper, the massive knot battering at his entrance, the pressure so crushing he would have been shaking and helpless had he a body left to control. Sensations slowly became less real to him and the assault on his mind was forcing him closer and closer to some end he could only just barely comprehend. With each thrust, the thing that stole his body began to whisper things. Deep and dark, words and feelings he had felt long before now, but could never express in a meaningful way.
Let me in, it's okay to give up. You're too weak to resist me. You are not strong enough to keep me out. Let me fill you, let me wreck you, let me break you into nothing and devour your soul. The voice was working, as the knot pressed harder and deeper into him, the voice was slowly irrevocably removing his barriers. It was drawing the last of him from his protections and integrating what was left of Lykron into it. He was losing himself to this debasement. Worse he was surrendering all of him just for the cock he couldn't escape. His mind could no longer process anything but the crushing power in those thrusts, the pain of his hole that was just as slowly succumbing to the wolf cock, and the voice that boomed louder but never felt harsh or destructive. You're a weak little man, let the wolf free. Give into it and you will live an eternity of pleasure you could never imagine. Surrender yourself to me and be set free from the worries of flesh. That's right, you can feel it, can't you? It's close, your orgasm, your end. Feel it building? The massive cock was but a thrust or two from lodging deep in his hole. It would end then, he would end then. He knew this. He felt it and he craved every second. Some part of him needed to submit himself to this, some part of him knew he belonged to this beast, forever to be its body, its property, to be its toy. An insignificant speck of what was once human.
With that thought the wolf cock pulled out once more, the gaping emptiness tore at his mind and if he'd have had eyes or a throat he would have been in tears wailing for it to continue, begging in gibbering incomprehensible language to be taken, to be destroyed, to be remade, to be molded into his proper being. "Please destroy me" the mental voice was his own, it was so weak as to almost have been imagined, but half a second later the wolf cock slammed home and Lykron's mind melted with his ejaculation, the last of his power, the last of his resistance melted like a hollow tube of glass thrust into molten lava.
Lykron washed away on waves of pleasure. His mind collapsed as the pleasure crested one final time. Lykron's mind snapped and all that remained was a puddle of cum, what had been the consciousness of Lykron slowly absorbed into the beast that had taken him over. What had once been Lykron drew back and was assaulted as cock after cock shoved its mind holes. Te consciousness of Lykron withered pulling back and remaining inert as it suffered such pleasures the former human couldn't have comprehended.