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Itza wasn't dead. It was alive, but in a way that neither Tiktaq or Oxyotl could have dreamt of, even in their darkest nightmares. They arrived at the outskirts on Tiktaq's terradon, Zwup, and already from there, from the very outermost parts of the great Itza, the greatest of the temple-cities, they could sense that something was wrong.

The city wasn't quiet as a grave, and yet, nor were there sounds of battle. Those two things, they'd been expecting. Those things, they were used to after countless wars against the lesser races in the pursuit of the Great Plan. No, Itza was moaning. Pleasured whimpers, cries, and squeals echoed on the winds, and foretold of a fate much worse than death.

Without a word - for a single word might allow the beastmen to spot them - the two left Zwup to wait for their return, and then snuck in between housing and smaller temples. Oxyotl used his chameleon skin to blend in, certain to be unseen even if a beastman were to look in his direction. Tiktaq had no such advantage, but he was stealthy enough, experiencing at hiding and small in stature. Soon enough, they were perched on one of the tallet buildings, surveying the carnage - or rather, the lack of it.

Neither of them could exactly understand what they were seeing. The lizardmen, or at least, most of the lizardmen, were cavorting with the beasts. Mating, rutting, grinding their bodies against each other like the two knew lesser races did. Some kind of hypnotic trance, perhaps, a spell by the beastmen and their dark gods to control them.

"What are they doing?" Tiktaq finally whispered, after making sure that they were out of range of any inquisitive ears.

"Hard to say. Smell like beasts. Corruption, maybe. Control. Sense chaos all the way here," Oxyotl replied, tersely. He was in a state of utter focus, making sure that his skin, from below, was colored the same cloudy grey of the skies, and from the sides, matched the yellow bricks of the building.

It wasn't obvious to them that the lizardmen might've mutated. Their kind were, as a whole, considered immune to corruption. Chaos could damage them, yes, or even cause entire spawnings to emerge malformed and sick, but their minds were never claimed by it. Not like the lesser species, who lacked true purpose. Their faith and place in the Great Plan were unshakable. Instead, they took the mating behaviour to be a kind of mimicry induced by chaos, controlling their kin like puppets. With how high they were perched, neither could see their cocks.

"There have to be others, not yet under their control," Tiktaq whispered, feeling a strange stirring throughout his body as he watched one of the skinks on the street below happily press his lips against those of a horn-clad beastman in a wanton display as affection. "They don't seem to be unhappy."

"Hard to be unhappy without a mind of your own. We'll go through the smaller temples," Oxyotl answered. "I see no slann among their numbers."

"What about Lord Kroak? He's-" Tiktaq began, and Oxyotl cut him off.

"Lord Kroak does not need our help. Any of these beasts who would dare approach him will... suffer," he slowed down, thinking. "Perhaps we'll make sure. Save any of the lesser slann in the great temple."

They set their sights on the grand temple towering in the middle of Itza. Kroak's chamber, where he lay dormant, was within. But surrounding it were the rest of the slann priesthood, and they, unlike the most ancient, might be vulnerable against the horde of beastmen. Getting there wasn't easy, though it helped that Oxyotl could move first, barely visible, and the distraction on the streets below. No doubt they wouldn't all be busy with their bizarre rituals, however, and so the pair proceeded carefully, as silently as they could, crawling from rooftop to rooftop and only using the streets when absolutely necessary.

The streets were splattered with whiteness where a lizardman or another had presumably been caught. It didn't take much in the way of imagination to figure out what'd happened, though it still didn't tell Tiktaq and Oxyotl why their kin were suddenly so eager to join in. After all, a warrior who sustained a wound rarely wanted to be wounded again. If anything, they'd be more careful, or more furious. All it told them was there was some manner of dark magic at work.

The great temple, when they reached it, seemed quiet on the outside. Deathly silent. Oxyotl took this to mean that the invading beastmen had all been annihilated, reduced to overwhelming the streets outside, but Tiktaq was more careful. The doors were open, after all, stained with the same whiteness and smelling heavily of musk.

They slipped inside and into the darkness. This was when the real difficulties would begin. The great temple was labyrinthine, a mess of twisting corridors and endless chambers, and normally off-limits for mere skinks. Lord Mazdamundi had given them permission, but those restrictions meant that they weren't familiar with the layout. Here, too, it was mostly quiet, but the same strange scent hung thick in the air within.

Now, both were silent, even their natural night vision only barely piercing the heavy darkness. The torches, they thought, had been put out to hinder the beastman assault. Yet there were no corpses, and doubt had begun to creep even into Oxyotl's mind. He glanced at Tiktaq, who looked back with a concerned expression, but neither could say anything out of fear of revealing their position. Though capable fighters, two small skinks could only take down so many beastmen.

Upwards, the corridor lead, rather than down where Kroak's chamber was. That was deliberate; the ziggurats were nigh impenetrable, deliberately constructed in a winding fashion, so as to deter intruders. That also meant there'd be traps, but what kind, neither of the two knew.

Well, they didn't know until the floor suddenly opened up and swallowed Tiktaq whole. He fell into the darkness, and was gone in an instant, before he even had the time to express his surprise.

Oxyotl peered into the black depths. A trap door, in the middle of the corridor. The slann would remember where it was. And chances were it didn't lead to death, but rather imprisonment. Tiktaq was likely to be fine, if a little worse for wear. Still, Oxyotl couldn't leave him there for too long; they needed each other to have any chance at pulling even one big saurus to safety. Eventually the darkened corridors would necessarily lead him to Kroak and the priesthood, and then to whatever cell Tiktaq had fallen into.

Tiktaq tumbled down a stone chute, the angle shallow enough that he didn't fall at full speed - thankfully - but by the time he reached the bottom with a heavy thud into something wet and slimy, he was wheezing, barely able to breathe with how badly his ribs hurt. Still, he quickly realized that no bones were broken. His shoulder had popped out of its socket, and Tiktaq grit his teeth as he slammed himself against the wall hard enough to pop it back, only barely managing to quiet his pained hiss.

Okay. He looked around, hearing only a low, guttural grunting from somewhere nearby. Where am I? Unlike most other skinks he was hardly an expert at navigating confined spaces, used to viewing the world from far above as he was, but he'd manage. He wasn't in a cell, at least. More like a... he didn't know. Maybe it'd been a cell at some point. Or a trap, filled with poison. The slime he was coated in from head to toe wasn't poison, though. It smelled... he didn't quite recognize it, but it wasn't unpleasant.

Leave it to the slann to think up nonsense like this, as far above us as they pretend to be, Tiktaq thought to himself with a mental sigh, brushing globs of the stuff off his scales. Maybe they forget to replace the poison and it just turned into this. But why not just use spikes instead?

He readied his bone-sword and set off towards the noises. After only a few steps, he suddenly realized where he was, and his vibrant scales paled as blood drained from his face.

Oxyotl, meanwhile, continued following the corridors. To his growing frustration, the air only grew staler and muskier as he made his way deeper inside, to the point that the scents burned in his nostrils. He coughed, having to force himself to keep breathing despite the unpleasant air. It certainly wasn't a scent he'd normally expect to find, here. No, it was most like that of the beastmen, a foul stench he'd been forced to smell more than a few times In battle, but not quite as unpleasant.

In fact, the longer he breathed it, the less he minded. He could practically sense the intrusion of chaos, but if it was the city as a whole or - Great Plan forbid - the temple itself, he wasn't sure. The scent, though. It was interesting, increasingly so, but in a strange way.

The corridors were winding downwards now. All chambers along the way seemed empty, ritual vessels and enchanted star-charts abandoned in a hurry. Every now and then he stepped into some kind of cool, viscous liquid. The same stuff that Tiktaq had fallen into, although he didn't know that.

Tiktaq couldn't believe quite what he was seeing. He barely had the presence of mind to duck behind a pillar in the largest of the rooms as his mind tried to process the scene unfolding in front of him. Lord Kroak, mating with passionate abandon with one of the beastmen. No, not just any of the beastman. This one's brass hide glistened in the torchlight, and he was enormous, driving his equally enormous bull-cock into the happily moaning slann's body. He seemed to be enjoying that perverse act, somehow.

The skink felt, to say the least, out of his element. Had it been only the bull, he'd not have hesitated to strike. He was, perhaps, not a match for the mighty Taurox - Tiktaq recognized the brass bull, as did anyone who opposed the beastmen - but he'd try. That was his purpose, after all, and all it'd take to fell the beast was a shift cut across his unprotected throat. The only part of him that remained flesh. Or so the lizardmen had thought. Even in the dim light, Tiktaq could see that his cock, and the heavy balls slapping against his lord's ass, were both flesh as well, though with how hard the shaft seemed, it might as well have been brass.

The way it pulsed and throbbed was almost hypnotic. Tiktaq found himself staring, unable or perhaps unwilling to look away. In fact, he snuck closer yet, drawn in by that rhythmic slapping of hips and the smell of masculine sex, to get a better view. He had to, he told himself, in order to figure out what was happening. There had to be some kind of explanation. His scales were beginning to feel tingly, particularly everywhere that he'd gotten covered in that wet stickiness.

I wonder how it tastes?

Tiktaq caught himself thinking of that. Why would he want to taste it? Yet, he couldn't seem to stop his hands from scooping up some from his groin and bringing those fingers to his muzzle, where his tongue eagerly curled around them. It tasted... it tasted good. The tingling feeling grew stronger, and the skink wasn't sure what he was feeling, his normal cold professionalism gone as if it'd never existed. Instead, he squirmed, watching the mating with a wide-eyed gaze of wonder.

Kroak's pucker seemed to cling to Taurox's cock, as if not wanting that foul, chaos-tainted, and beautiful - no, not that - breeding rod to ever leave his body. The slann clenched, too, almost in tune with the beastman's throbbing. Tiktaq struggled to understand what was happening to them, to him. They were mating just like animals, and he felt a strange, no doubt corrupt desire to join in, somehow, but- Lord Kroak- _he_couldn't possibly...

He had to get an even closer look.

Crawling step by step, Tiktaq approached the two. They seemed busy with their own desires, too much to cast as much as a passing glance towards the small skink, until he was practically beneath them. That was when he saw it; Lord Kroak's own shaft. It was massive, jutting from his groin, hard as steel. Just as the beastmen. With each thrust, it bounced, spitting slimy precum onto the tiled ground. It looked wonderful, somehow inviting, and soon Tiktaq was rubbing his featureless crotch with longing sympathy, oddly enough wondering how having something like that would feel. How having one inside him would feel.

Taurox thrust hard and that bounce splattered some of the precum onto Tiktaq's muzzle. Deep inside, he knew he should've recoiled in disgust, but instead, his tongue slowly snaked out to taste the warm, sexual fluid. It was somehow delicious, perhaps doubly so knowing whose it was, and he wanted more.

Kroak's shaft swelled up, the ridges adorning that beautiful length flaring. Tiktaq had seen his terradons mate enough times to know what it meant, and his heart almost stopped. Lord Kroak was about to spill his precious seed, to willingly spurt it onto the ground in a moment of pleasure. What dawned on Tiktaq was certainly a bad idea. A terrible idea. And yet one that he, in that heated moment of opportunity, seized upon, motivated half by personal desire and half adoration, not wanting to see the might slann's seed wasted.

He shuddered, inwardly cursing his own weakness, but he was already salivating at the sight. And so, in one foolish moment, he dove under Lord Kroak and hungrily wrapped his lips around that swollen cockhead. It was so very warm, hot even, against his lips. He heard only an approving groan from the mighty slann, barely audible beneath the pounding of his heart and the rushing of blood through his ears. Then, he felt the cock throb, straining against his tightly pursed lips, and somehow, instinctively, he knew that was the moment of no return.

The next moment, before he could have any second thoughts, a flood of cum erupted into his mouth. That instant, Tiktaq's eyes rolled back in their sockets as that flavor overwhelmed his senses. That wonderful slimy stuff, he faintly understood, was what he'd fallen into. What'd sparked this strange addiction. But as rope after rope shot from the slann's shaft and into his suckling mouth, he indulged, swallowing hungrily, rolling globs of that precious sperm over his tongue and savoring every drop, drinking deeply in that carnal corruption. It seemed to never end, the now-chaotic Lord Kroak filling his belly until it was bulging, and more yet spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Tiktaq rubbed the spillover against his scales. He wanted to be covered from head to toe. He wanted, needed to be filled, and as his body absorbed the taint of chaos, a new need began to emerge as well. Between shocks of pleasure, he could sense a hardness swelling from his own groin, scales parting to form a plump slit, and that slit in turn slowly spreading as a new, wonderful cock began to emerge and grow outwards. A clear sign of mutation, but one that immediately felt amazing, filling his mind with fantasies even more perverted than what he'd already surrendered to.

"Rrf. I see they sent us a new playtoy," Taurox growled. He'd noticed the skink long ago, but hadn't expected him to surrender that easily. "I think he deserves this more than you, whore-slann," the minotaur rumbled.

Tiktaq felt a strong, gargantuan hand grasp his ankle and pull him away from that still-twitching cock, and before he could even be disappointed, another hand pushed his snout against Kroak's cum-soaked, gaping asshole, flooding his nostrils with the even more potent scent of beastman cum. More gushed over his snout, and he stuck his tongue out to catch those dribbles, quickly losing more and more of himself to the chaotic temptations.

He felt that thick shaft flop over his own ass, realizing that it was going to go inside him soon, and if he made it feel really good, it'd pump the minotaur's cum into him too. Any doubts he might've had were quelled by the fact that Lord Kroak had already enjoyed the same treatment, and the thought of receiving the same gift as the most ancient of the mage-priests made his head swim with a confusing, intoxicating melange of submissive pride, unbridled lust, and the sweet bittersweet burning of complete surrender.

"Bet you'll moan just like Gor-Rok did. The herd's going to love having you as a toy," Taurox taunted the skink, which only made him push back with more desire. By now, his cock was fully grown, and it was all but controlling his actions, aching for stimulation.

When that blunt cockhead pressed against his virgin opening, he shuddered, the taint drowning out the pain and allowing him to accept that girth despite how much too big it was for him, otherwise. Chaos knew no limits, after all, and soon, neither would Tiktaq. He let out a moan, muffled by the cum-filled ass he was so happily tonguing, joining the other corrupted in their chorus of pleasure. He couldn't help it. He pressed his ass back against that overwhelming pressure, gave another whimpering groan, half agony and half pleasure, and then, with a pop, it was inside him. Burning hot and bestial, ready to rut him into dissolute ecstasy and breed him with a bellyful of beastman hybrids once the dominant minotaur reached his peak.

Oxyotl, not too far from Kroak's chamber, heard those loud, wanton moans. By now, he had a fairly good guess as to what was happening - the beastmen perhaps having their chaotic orgies in the most holy of places - but that last one sounded like Tiktaq. Pain or pleasure, he wasn't quite sure; the servants of chaos often made no distinction between the two. He rushed forwards, keeping his scales as dark as he could to move unseen through the darkness but for the faint gleam of his eyes.

He, unlike Tiktaq, arrived through the main entrance. Though more cold-blooded and calculating than the terradon rider, it nonetheless took him a good few minutes to process what he was seeing. Tiktaq was on all fours, servicing Lord Kroak's ass as the latter stroked a cock he shouldn't have had. And behind the skink, an enormous minotaur was plowing into him, grunting and bellowing. Immediately, he realized there was no hope of salvaging this situation, and his heart sunk. He'd been on enough missions to remember how this corruption always went with humans and other lesser species; none ever returned to normal after mutating so much, at least not without divine intervention.

Yet, the lizardmen were supposed to be immune._Chaos could only kill them, even when just spawned. And yet, he could see those primitive, sexual mutations in the form of a pair of stiff cocks not only on Tiktoq, but on _Lord Kroak. The most powerful of the slann, and the oldest. That shouldn't have been possible.

Then again, previous chaotic armies had only tried to tempt them with violence or twisted knowledge. This approach of what seemed like pleasure was new, and Oxyotl could immediately understand the appeal. The rapturous expressions on the faces of his kin; their erratic, almost entranced movements as pleasure jolted through them, each shivering throb and ecstatic moan. He certainly understood. It was threatening to fill his own mind with lust as well, especially when combined with the lusty scents wafting from the mating trio, and that rhythmic, constant slapping of sweat-soaked hips on scales. He was stronger than Tiktaq, though. He'd resist, and then he'd report back to Hexoatl and Lord Mazdamundi. If they had to purge Itza, and Lord Kroak with it, well, such was the will of the Great Plan. Even if they had to approach the humans to field an army powerful enough.

But first, he had to observe a little longer, to make sure his senses weren't deceiving him, Oxyotl told himself. Just a little_longer. And observe he did. Every motion of the minotaur's hips, every flex of his powerful muscles as he rutted. The slow tightening of his pendulous balls as they _bounced against Tiktaq's narrow rump, He recognized it from observing animals, the way his thrusts were growing harder, less calculated. More urgent, more primitive, approaching a shuddering peak.

Was Tiktaq really going to let the minotaur do that? Allow it to seed him like its cow? He wasn't the mightiest of lizardkin, but all of their kind had at least some pride, some measure of self-control, and distinct unwillingness to allow any of the lesser species to overcome them, to take advantage of them.

And yet his tailhole clenched visibly around that pulsating shaft, the skink himself moaning with need, begging to be filled with the beastman's filthy seed. Countless obscene desires spilled from his lips, expressing his desire to be bred, to be filled with hybrid eggs, for Taurox to make his belly swell with his foul, chaotic young. Tiktaq would let them breed him too, once they could, letting his very own spawn bloat him with incestuous sperm.

Tiktaq rose, cum dripping from the corners of his mouth. Kroak watched him with a lazy kind of interest, whereas Taurox, for once in his life, was spent, needing a moment - if only long enough for a few deep breaths - to recover.

Oxyotl tensed up as his battle-brother approached him.

"What happened, Tiktaq?" he asked, hand on his dagger, ready to draw it at a moment's notice if the obviously corrupted Tiktaq lunged at him, or if Taurox recovered.

"The Great Plan, Oxyotl. I finally understand it," Tiktaq hissed. His words were slurred and his gaze unfocused, as if he was drunk. Drunk on pleasure, perhaps. "Let us show you."

"You need to focus. We can still purify you," Oxyotl replied, sharply. His hand twitched around his blade's hilt. He was hopelessly outmatched, and he cursed himself for allowing himself to be discovered.

Tiktaq took another step.

He could retreat, dash back through the corridors. He'd have to. But without Tiktaq to command Zwup, he'd have to walk the entire way back to Hexoalt. Not impossible, but dangerous beyond belief. Less dangerous than staying here, however, and more likely to succeed than convincing the addled skink to come with him.

Taurox stirred, and the moment Oxyotl's eyes darted towards the great brass bull, he felt something warm poke at his groin. He quickly moved to defend himself, lowering his guard to protect his stomach, and in doing so, left his upper body unguarded. Before he could react, Tiktaq wrapped is arms around his head and pulled their snouts against each other, the slight surprised openness of Oxyotl's mouth being the opportunity Tiktaq needed to entangle him in a messy, cum-filled kiss.

Oxyotl felt the warm, thick mess flood into his mouth. He planted both hands against Tiktaq's chest and shoved as hard as he could, managing to send him stumbling backwards. In doing so, he almost inhaled the cum pooling in his mouth, and was forced to swallow to avoid choking on it. The taste was tantalizing, and try as he might to force himself to vomit the corrupting fluid back up, he couldn't, his throat muscles relaxed and numbed by its touch. Soon it was pooling in his stomach instead, quickly being absorbed by his body.

Oxyotl clutched his head with his free hand, a sudden dizzy spell threatening to topple the skink. The sweet touch of chaos was addictive as always, and already he was fighting the desire to have more of it. But he was stronger than that. When he returned to Hexoatl he'd be free of it. He turned around to run, only to slam into the brass bull, who'd long since moved to block his path. A pair of impossibly strong arms seized the skink, and the dagger fell from his hand.

"Relax, lizard-whore. You'll get more. Just like you want to," the minotaur growled, his hard breeding rod slapping meatily against Oxyotl's cheek. It smelled so very musky, a worn-in scent of sex mingling with that of fresh, warm seed, and the skink had no choice but to breathe in. Immediately his thoughts were slipping, twisting out of control, towards that growing obsession of getting a fresh drink of the addictive, tainted seed.

Or having it bred into him.

"Shh," Tiktaq shushed him, approaching from behind, now. He felt that warm shaft prod against his rump. "Just let it happen. All along, they misled us about the Great Plan. Now, Lord Kroak, the wisest of all, has finally realized the truth. That truth is pleasure."

It barely sounded like Tiktaq speaking. More as if chaos itself was speaking through him. He'd never been so eloquent, and between those lines he could barely hold himself upright. One spirit or another, perhaps, seizing control and guiding him between those increasingly few thoughts. Or perhaps, Oxyotl realized, it was Lord Kroak himself speaking through his friend. The ancient slann was powerful enough to do it, powerful enough to use any lizardman as a mere puppet, should he desire it.

"Listen to your slut friend. You'll learn to appreciate my cock just like he did. Open," Taurox commanded, brashly smearing some of the seed drooling from his slit over Oxyotl's nose and lips. Each little taste of his seed only inflamed the skink's desires further, but he was determined to resist, even if it meant his death.

So focused was he that he didn't even notice his scales slowly lightening, reddening into an aroused full-body blush. Some part of him, at least, had made a different decision, but it wasn't in control. Not yet.

Of course, with the minotaur holding him in place he was also unable to do anything about Tiktaq hoisting his tail up on his shoulder and lining up that steel-hard cock with his unprotected hole, pressing the leaking tip against it just hard enough to slowly begin to sink inside. Oxyotl tried to clench as hard as he could, squirming to try to avoid that growing pressure, but slowly, inevitably, his pucker was slowly yielding.

Then, pop. Suddenly that mutated shaft was inside him. Oxyotl gasped, and Taurox used the opportunity to pry his mouth wide open, sliding his thick shaft into it and deeper down his throat.

"There, better isn't it? Your natural... rrgh, natural place for a whore like you," he growled. And then he thrust as deep as he could, nearly choking the skink before yanking his cock out again, shaft spitting out plentiful precum over Oxyotl's tongue.

That taste. It was too much. Oxyotl huffed, and then cried out - though muffled - as Tiktaq thrust fully into his squeezing body. A wave of pleasure shot through in response, nearly robbing him off all strength, and the bull's cock slipped easily into his bulging throat the next time those great hips flexed. The perversion of it all was too much to bear. He wasn't being rutted like an animal; he was being used like a _toy._A sleeve for the two males to dump their seed into. The growing jolts of shivering pleasure burned that image into his mind, together with the constant taste of the beastman's shaft, eroding away his willpower with each needy clench of his body around Tiktaq's ridged cock.

Soon, he was sucking. He didn't want to, but he did anyway, working towards receiving that cum that he needed. If he had gone this far, going all the way was the only reasonable next step. Letting the taint fill him, too, so he could stop feeling that searing shame of submission. Slowly, that was just what was happening, his shame melting into more pleasure until he was lovingly caressing those heavy, heavy balls as they slapped against his chin, trying to coax them into feeding him their cargo, his fingers trembling each time one of Tiktaq's ridges spread him wider.

His corruption was quick. It didn't take long until the minotaur stiffened, and with a triumphant roar, flexed and pulsed deep down his throat. Oxyotl could do nothing but let it happen, each plentiful gush of seed pumped directly into his stomach. He wasn't allowed to even taste any of it, but the effect was immediate, the lusty haze growing denser and denser, a foggy kind of single-minded pleasure enveloping his thoughts as the corruption took hold fully. Tiktaq's thrusts were growing faster and faster, and by now Oxyotl was yearning for each time that cock sunk into him.

Tiktaq, though, wasn't experienced with topping. Not with any sex, really, as none of the lizardmen were. Soon he was panting as the unfamiliar pressure of an impending orgasm grew and grew, and then, before he even realized what was happening, he was already moaning in ecstasy as his seed erupted into Oxyotl's body. The chameleon skink froze, almost - his own cock throbbing briefly and growing a few more inches as he was infused with chaotic taint from both ends, and in such large quantity - as he tried to process what was happening. He wasn't sure if he should've fought back, surrendered, or both at once. All those worries were quickly washed away as he experienced his own first orgasm, that newly-formed shaft pulsing, drowning his mind in spasms of pleasure, and he helplessly spilled his very first load on the floor of Kroak's chamber.

With that, his corruption was all but complete. Any desire to move, to escape, faded away in the afterglow. If anything, he found himself wanting more, as was always the way of chaos. Nothing was ever enough, as long as there were new heights of pleasure to chase and discover. When Taurox pulled his saliva-wettened cock out of his throat, he clasped a hand around it, squeezing along the cum-vein and trilling with delight as he managed to squeeze out a few more drops of cum onto his tongue.

In the empty-minded post-orgasmic haze and their deepening corruption, neither of the two skinks hesitated to reveal everything they knew. The more they pleased Kroak and Taurox, after all, the more likely they were to be rewarded with more wonderful, tainted seed. More eggs to grow in their bellies, perhaps, but if not, at least the feeling of each warm and sticky gift slowly drooling out of them. It was more fulfilling than any victory in battle, somehow, being given such a precious token of appreciation by the mightiest of the slann and beastmen both. And so, they spoke freely, telling of how they'd been sent to Itza by Mazdamundi, to investigate what'd happen, and how they'd decide to handle Gor-Rok, who'd arrived smelling of chaos.

"Gor-Rok arrived in Hexoatl? Good," Kroak intoned.

"He'll be spreading the taint I filled him with," Taurox growed, confidently.

"I'm not sure if he will be. He's one of the strongest-willed of all saurus," Kroak replied, only to get a derisive snort from the brass bull.

"He will. If not, when we march on the city of the sun, we'll make him do it," the bull replied.

"I look forward to, at least, meeting my pupil once more," Kroak continued, thinking aloud. Mazdamundi had never had his mental fortitude, and with how easily even Kroak himself had taken to the chaos-taint, he had no doubt that if Gor-Rok wasn't successfully purified, he'd soon be mutated and growing a cock or two himself.

"We shall march tomorrow. Lizards and beasts both, to set them on the path of the Great Lustful Plan as a new, combined force," Kroak exclaimed, standing up. Beneath him, a puddle of spent cum had already been forming, most of it Taurox's copious excess. Tiktaq licked hips lips unconsciously. He wanted nothing more than to bury his snout in that creamy mess. "No more death and war. The Plan wishes us all to be equals in endless pleasure."

He turned towards the two dazed skinks.

"How do you feel, skinks? Do you understand the beauty of the Great Lustful Plan, yet?" Lord Kroak smiled. His expression was full of affection for his subjects, a far cry from the cold, aloof, distant attitude described in the records.

"Yes," hissed Tiktaq. Nothing more to say, there; the blissful, vacant expression on his face as he stared at Mazdamundi's cock - and his ass, when he turned around - said enough.

Oxyotl struggled to get the words out. He wasn't, for lack of a better word, as easily influenced as the other skink. Regardless of what he said, though, he knew they'd subject him to more perversions sooner or later, and gods forbid, but he was starting to look forward to it. His cock swelled anew as thoughts of what he might be bred by later flickered through his dimmed mind.

He simply nodded, instead, trying to retain some semblance of control, though that growing erection traitorously told Lord Kroak all the slann needed to know. He'd submit fully, soon enough; all he needed was more pleasure to wash all that pesky hesitation out of him.

"Tiktaq. Your mount is here, yes? Awaiting your return?" he asked. Taurox sat there, listening, and his persistent grin widened as he realized what the ancient slann was planning.

"Yes, Lord Kroak," Tiktaq replied. Zwup was likely still where they'd left him, or roughly so. The terradon was a trusty, loyal steed. One that surely deserved more love and affection than the constant warfare he had experienced could provide.

"Do you think he knows what his rider has been doing?" Lord Kroak continued, spinning his words into a compelling narrative. "Smelling your need. And ours. Surely, he must be feeling pent up by now, wishing that he could join in, no?"

Tiktaq stared. His mouth suddenly felt very dry. It didn't take a genius to guess what Lord Kroak was hinting at, which was good, because the skink's mind felt so sluggish he struggled to understand anything except simple, primal arousal.

"Do you want him to-" Oxyotl asked.

"Yes, lizard-sluts. Your lord wants you to be ridden by your mount," Taurox laughed. "Let it breed you full of half-animal eggs. It'll be a step up, cocksleeves, from being the herd's fucktoys once he's done with you. Your beasts might actually care about more than just rutting you full."

"Oh yes, oh yes. Zwup needs a hen to mate with," Tiktaq groaned. Already he was stroking himself to that twisted fantasy of "repaying" his mount, of trading roles with it and letting it dominate him. Letting it use him as it pleased.

His lust was infectious enough that even Oxyotl found himself drawn in by it. He'd already had a beastman rut him, but the beastmen - although filthy - were at least sentient beings. The terradons were fully instinctual creatures, with little ability for higher reasoning. When in a rut, all they desired was to pump their seed into whatever hole was available. He'd seen them mount each other along with the females when in season, or even attempt to mount their skink caretakers. They were never allowed to, of course. The mere idea of letting it happen was anathema to their hierarchy, but deliberately violating that order was quickly becoming a mouth-watering obsession. Letting mere beasts slake their lusts on his body left Oxyotl's chameleon-like skin flushed and pink, again unable to hide what he was thinking. Not that his throbbing shaft wasn't evidence enough.

"Call him here," Kroak commanded. "I want you to fuck him in public. In the city square. Let everyone watch, so that if any wild beasts stalk us on our march to Hexoatl, the soldiers will know what to do."

Zwup was quick to arrive when its master called, already having been tempted by the scents and sounds, and as the terradon landed with a mighty beat of its wings, it was noticeably frustrated. The beast snorted, restless, and Tiktaq hardly needed their bond to tell why; Zwup was hopelessly aroused, and without a hen to mount, unable to satisfy itself. The skink felt pity, but he was determined to make it up for the great beast.

It nosed at its master, an expression almost like concern at first. The small skink smelled different than he had before, and he had the smell of other males on him. The concern turned into a jealousy; Zwup had never thought of Tiktaq as his mate, but smelling that he was willing to be mounted triggered something in the terradon, with the beast feeling that _it_deserved the right to mate with the skink, not anyone else.

It let out a trilling call, its head-frill flaring as it did. A sort of courtship, a mating dance, the terradon briefly rearing back and balancing on two legs to let Tiktaq see its erect, angry red maleness, displaying its desire for him; an obvious invitation. Oxyotl watched the display, almost finding himself wishing he'd brought his own mount.

Of course, Taurox wouldn't hesitate letting the skink ride him, as a replacement.

Tiktaq turned around and almost instantly Zwup pounced on top of him, bowling the skink over in a hungry display of dominance. Its rudimentary wing-claws clutched around his chest, wrapping him in those leathery wings, and he could feel the moist and oddly warm breath puffing against his neck as his mount jostled against him with equal parts urgency and affection, almost dancing as it tried to line up its eager cock with his hole.

"See, lizardmen?" Lord Kroak spoke out, standing next to the two. "This is the Great Plan's true design, one of equality_and _lust," he emphasized. Though most of Itza had indeed been corrupted - the erections of the lizards watching the display was plenty of proof of that - not everyone was convinced that embracing those urges was the right course of action. Some surely had enough presence of mind to help the remaining pure ones hide. Kroak sought to convince them otherwise.

On his other side, Taurox had pulled Oxyotl into his lap, already sawing his thick bull-cock between the skink's cheeks while the latter's scaled blushed a crimson red of desire.

"Rider and mount, freely switching their roles. Breeding each other as mates, as equals," he continued, gesturing towards Tiktaq as a particularly hard thrust finally impaled the skink on the terradon's shaft, drawing a pleasured shriek from the mount and a happy, breathless gasp from the rider. "See how good it feels? How very right it is?"

"Behold then, the beautiful union between beast and lizard," Kroak went on, now gesturing towards Taurox and Oxyotl. The minotaur was positioning his cock under the chameleon skink's tail, where it looked too big to even fit inside him. "Freely sharing their lust! For countless aeons, we have battled each other, battled the other races, and now... the end is in sight. Freely mingling, breeding..."

Kroak paused for a brief moment, lest he arouse himself too much to continue. With each word came a magical suggestion; a whisper of pleasures unknown to take root in the minds of the audience. Only a quarter of them, perhaps, were beastmen; the rest lizards, and Kroak had a particular outcome in mind. Taurox forced Oxyotl down onto his cock, grunting with satisfaction as the sheer tightness of the smaller skink enveloped his massive maleness. He'd already bred the others, and although Oxyotl likely was already carrying Tiktaq's eggs, Taurox still wanted to leave his mark on him.

He bounced Oxyotl on his lap, at first following the rapid pace Zwup set as it rutted Tiktaq next to them, but quickly settling into a rhythm, shameless and uncaring for everything but pleasure, as was his momentary lover, who was soon whimpering and groaning helplessly as girth of the bull's cock pummelled every sensitive spot inside him. The sight seemed to inspire the crowd with infectious lust, and soon they were squirming as they watched, some groping at each other with evident lust, others with the slightest bit of hesitation. The beastmen, especially the gors, were the ones getting the most attention, the most corrupt of the lizards eagerly dropping on their knees to taste them, and for every passing moment, that orgiastic revelry was growing more frantic.

For Tiktaq, though, he wasn't aware of any of that. Once again, he was completely absorbed in his own surrender, the sweet dissolution of all his inhibitions as he mated with his dumb beast of a mount, scarcely able to believe how good it felt. Just as eagerly, Oxyotl was allowing himself to be rutted, the last of his doubt pounded out of him with animalistic abandon.

Soon enough the crowd had been driven to openly rutting each other in sweaty, desperately lusty piles, all participants freely taking and giving, and Lord Kroak watched with a happy grin. He, too, felt that need, but he'd wait. Despite his corruption, he was patient enough. There was someone he wished to see in Hexoatl, and the journey there... well, the two skinks Mazdamundi had graciously sent him would be enough to take the edge off.

Zwup stiffened, screeching out its feral ecstasy as it finally hilted inside Tiktaq's body, giving him the precious gift of its seed in warm, plentiful ropes deposited deep into his yearning body. At the same time, he and Oxyotl couldn't hold back any longer, both trembling with joy as they spilled their own seed, submitting fully to the cocks mastering their bodies. The chameleon's milking set Taurox off in turn, and after that, things became hazier. Some of the crowd had gotten up on the centre stage, wanting their own turns being part of Zwup's rapidly growing harem. Others begged the brass bull to seed them in turn.

Yes, they were ready. This was the dawning of a new era for the lizardmen. First, they'd march on Hexoatl, and then the rest of the world.