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"Wake up asshole, it's time for you to go for a night raid! I want to sleep and you're getting the bed sticky, so come on and wake up already!"

Verin groaned as his brain began to jumpstart. His body awoke before the rest of his mind could catch up to him and he rubbed his head as he slowly sat up. Rasc was beside the bed with a pillow in his hand and an upset expression on his face. "About damn time you lazy sack of squeaks. Have a good dream I hope? You got the bed all sticky you jerk!"

A still groggy Verin turned to face his brother and shook his head to wake himself up. He turned to his brother with a confused expression. "What are you talking..." He soon stopped himself as memories of his dream and the events that transpired made themselves known in his head. A quick look down at his rather soaked crotch confirmed his suspicions.

Hiding the blush that began to creep onto his face, Verin turned his body away from his brother in an attempt to retain some decency. "I'll go out in a minute just let me... Clean up." Rasc gives his brother a sigh and turns around. "Alright, fine. But you better hurry."

Silence falls on the room as Verin gets out of the bed and begins to put his clothes on, consisting of his usual torn shirt, ragged pants, and a black hooded cloak. He wasn't able to wash himself at the house because they lacked the luxury of a place to bathe. The bathhouse was also off-limits because nobody was keen on sharing a bath with a ratkin.

Eventually, Rasc says to his brother, "So that orb you got from the guy who walked in... It kind of blew up." Verin's eyes widen and his head shoots in the direction of where he left the orb. The glass in front of where the orb was is shattered and the wood of the cabinet is busted. While still usable, the cabinet was in a horrible state. All Verin could do at the sight was sigh and mentally vow to find another cabinet.

Once he was fully dressed, Verin turned to his brother and said, "Alright, I'm dressed. Sorry about the bed." Rasc turns around at his brother's words and walks over to the large chest beside their bed. He takes out two large blankets and throws them on the bed before grabbing a third and hopping into the bed himself. Soon the third blanket was thrown over his body. "Don't worry too much about it, we've both done it before. But if I feel anything wet and sticky when I wake up I'll kill you!" And with that, Rasc quickly fell asleep.

Verin shakes his head at his brother's warning but understands the message. He wouldn't want to wake up in someone else's cum either. Although, after his nap and the very vivid dream he had, he might not be able to say such a thing anymore... Speaking of which, Verin didn't know how to feel about the dream he had.

As he walked down the stairs and out the back door, Verin realized that It had felt good to be in control. No, good was an understatement. It had felt amazing to command someone else for once. Even though there was a rocky start, in the end he was the one in top. He had dominated another person under his will. It was a feeling he had never felt before. And he wanted to feel it again.

Purple energy shot through Verin's body, causing his eyes to glow a slight purple. He grit his teeth and clenched his fists as the energy hit him like a wave. Even the veins in his body glowed purple with an otherworldly power.

In an instant, it was over. The strange energy resided and Verin fell to the ground, breathing heavily in shock. Luckily, nobody was around to have witnessed the strange sight. The shop was on the very outskirts of both the marketplace and the town. It was the only place they could secure the funds for and was also just enough out of the way that none of the other races bothered them. The placement of their shop and the cover of night had spared him from any onlookers.

Verin stood up. What just happened to him? It definitely had to do with his strange dream and the orb the large armored figure had given him. This was too much, he hadn't actually done a ritual or anything, right? The ratkin's breathing soon became unstable and he soon had to take deep breaths to calm down. But for some reason, deep down within him, he knew for a fact that what he had done was real.

Before anything else happened, he needed to get to a safe place. Even though it was night time and he was away from the rest of the town, somebody could walk by at any moment and he would have no place to hide. Verin dashed away from his house and away from the town. He kept running until he reached the nearby forest and dashed inside, unaware of the curious eyes following him as he left.

Starlight shined down on Verin as he panted on the ground. He didn't know how long he had been running for but he did know that it was well into the night based on the positions of the two moons glowing in the sky. Exhaustion began to set in as sweat caked his fur.

It was a hot summer night but the warmth coursing through his body felt foreign. Unnatural, even. A glance at his hands revealed a faint purple glow moving through his veins. Something was wrong. His heart was beating too fast.

"Calm down. The corruption responds to you, that is why it is volatile right now. Breathe deeply."

Verin had no idea where the voice had come from, or who had spoken to him, but those felt like wise words. Following the voice's suggestion, he took a deep breath in, held it, and then breathed out again. He repeated this process multiple times to get a handle on his heartbeat. When it was slow enough he looked back at his hands and saw that the purple was gone.

"See? That wasn't too hard now was it master? Soon enough, you will have absolute control over the corruption, and you can build a glorious empire that worships you the way you deserve to be! Just thinking about it is getting to me. The lust, the depravity! I can hardly wait!"

Once again it was that voice. What were they talking about? Corruption? An empire? The more Verin heard the more confused he became. What were they talking about? And why did they sound so familiar?

"Oh? You don't remember? Maybe it would be easier if I had a physical form. Master, the corruption in your body is yours and yours alone. Only you may command it, for it will listen only to your will. As the Ethereal Abyss is a part of this corruption, it also falls under your command. Simply will a portal into existence. The corruption will respond."

The Ethereal Abyss? That was what the dragonkin had called it... Wait. That was why the voice had sounded so familiar to Verin. It was the same voice as the dragonkin he had put in his place.

Verin blinked. Had that thought been his? It certainly seemed like he had thought that on his own. He would have never thought something like that before, even if it was correct. He had indeed put the dragonkin in his place underneath him. Maybe there was something more to this corruption.

Regardless, Verin decided to listen to the dragonkin's advice and imagined a portal in his head. From the fracturing of the space in front of him to the purple glow of the portal's outline, he imagined it in his head and willed it to exist.

Purple energy coursed through his veins and into the ground underneath him. It slithered through the grass until it reached a nearby clearing. The ratkin continued to focus on the image of the portal in his head while he moved toward the corruption's destination.

Ripples in the air appeared and multiplied as Verin stepped closer to the portal. When he was about five feet away he stopped where he was and let go of the image, yet the corruption continued to form the portal. He felt slightly drained from the endeavor but was still coasting off of the adrenaline from earlier.

The ripples in the air eventually turned to cracks which soon burst open to form a large tear in the air. Through the portal, Verin could see the inside of the building he had encountered in his dream. The purple dragonkin from his dream was also there.

He was standing in the center of the building, surrounded by a puddle of cum. While he was standing tall and proud, the semen that dripped from his ass and down his legs gave him anything but the regal image his species was known for. He wasn't wearing any clothing, but there was an obsidian colored collar around his neck with glowing purple runes carved into it.

The dragonkin walked across the building and through the portal that Verin had created. The two stared at each other for a moment before the dragonkin shocked Verin by getting on his hands and knees. He wore a slutty expression on his face as he crawled to the ratkin. "I've waited so long to be out of that prison master. Thank you so much for freeing your lowly slave!"

Before the master in question could even begin to comprehend what the dragonkin was saying, he was tightly hugged around the waist. "Please master, I need you so badly. It's been so long that our last fuck wasn't enough. I need you!" Verin could feel himself getting harder with every word the dragonkin said, but he held himself back.

"H-hold on, stop!"

The moment Verin issued the command, the collar around the dragonkin's neck glowed and jolted with an unnatural power. The dragon's body was racked with an electric sensation and immediately he let go of Verin. They both waited in silence, the dragonkin sitting on his haunches and panting while the ratkin stood there more confused than he had ever been in his life before. Eventually, he calmed down and asked the dragonkin, "First off, what's your name."

"It's Dralnox, master."

"A good start. Now, why are you calling me master?"

"Because you are my master. After you defeated me in the Ethereal Abyss and claimed me as your servant, I was forever marked by corruption and am now bound to your existence."

"... Ok that's still a bit complicated. Tell me about this corruption you keep bringing up."

"Yes master! But, if you would allow this lowly slave to point something out, I do not think that is a good idea with someone else around."

"What do yo- huh!?"

A twig snapped as Verin spoke and his head whipped in its direction. Another cloaked figure was standing behind a tree. They must have followed him from the town. Space fixed itself as the portal flickered out of existence once Verin lost focus on it. "Who's there!?" He shouted.

Without answering, the figure dashed off in the direction of the town. Verin planted his feet into the dirt, prepared to give chase, but before he could run after his stalker, a burst of wind nearly knocked him off his feet and he heard a yelp followed by tumbling. He looked in the direction of the cloaked figure and saw that Dralnox had tackled the figure to the ground. The dragonkin was using his hefty body to pin the figure, they were completely unable to move even though they struggled with all their might.

The stranger yelled at Dralnox. "Get the hell off me you fucking freak! Let go of me, stay back!" But the dragonkin ignored them and shoved their face into the dirt to silence them. "Be quiet. How dare you intrude on me and my master!" His voice was gruff and commanding, a drastic change to what he sounded like earlier when talking to Verin.

Seeing Dralnox's ass jiggle as the person underneath him struggled to break free was quite the turn on to Verin and he was beginning to have trouble keeping down the boner in his pants. Dralnox sensed his master's growing lust and also became horny himself, but his master had asked him about the corruption earlier and this was the perfect time to teach him of its power.

Dralnox turned his head to face Verin and said, "You can feel it running through your veins, can you not? Master, I assure you that even though the corruption may sound and feel strange, it is entirely under your will. It responds to your desires and will never make you think or do anything you would not do on your own. That is why you are the perfect inheritor for corruption. Because your will and desires are powerful enough to command it to its fullest, far better than I ever could. So tell me, master, what is it you desire most right now?"

Verin stood there for a few moments listening to the strangers' struggles and staring into Dralnox's eyes. What did he desire?

All his life he had been thrown into the dirt, commanded by others to stay out of their sight and scurry away. It had infuriated him, it always had. Having to keep his head down simply because of what he was born as. But for once in his life, he could do what he wanted to do. He could be the one commanding others.

Leaves crunched under Verin's claws as he stepped closer to Dralnox. As he walked, he discarded his cloak and focused on the corruption. His slave had been correct. He could feel it flowing through him, almost as fluid as the blood flowing through his veins. It was his and his alone.

Dralnox smiled wickedly as Verin walked in front of him and squated. The ratkin's normally red eyes were glowing purple. He could feel the corruption responding to his desires as the veins in his arms began to glow purple. He looked Dralnox in the eyes and said, "Let him talk." The Dragonkin nodded and yanked the stranger's head out of the dirt. They coughed and sputtered out the dirt in their mouth before they opened their blue eyes and looked at Verin.

He was presented with the familiar face of an adult gnoll male. Dirty black hair covered the top of his head but it was in a mess due to Dralnox pulling on it. Verin recognized him as a wealthy merchant in the town. He only knew of the man because he was a part of the group who went out of their way to harass him and his brother at the shop.

Once the man had caught his bearings he looked up at Verin with contempt in his eyes and a cocky smirk on his mouth. "Oh, so it was you, you dirty rat! What was your name again? Vermin!? How befitting of a filthy ra- ACH!?" Before he could speak anymore, Verin slapped the man across his face. Normally, the ratkin would have been forced to take the man's insults as retaliation would have made things worse for him and his brother. But now? Now he had corruption on his side. It made him feel invincible.

"How dare you hit me you grimy- ACH! STOP IT! STOP IT YO- ARGH!?" Verin was starting to see why nobles enjoyed ordering peasants around so much. The feeling of power that came with being in control was addicting. "Are you done whining yet?" He said to the man. Dralnox was smiling wildly at the display of power. His master was truly a remarkable specimen!

The man opened his mouth to shout again but the tug on his hair from Dralnox made him stop. Instead, he growled at the ratkin in front of him but said nothing. This made Verin smile in a cruel manner. "I remember you. You always visit my shop with your goonies and harass me and my brother. Your name's Marcus, right?"

His words were met with a growl, but then Marcus smirked. "Good to see I made an impression. Tell me, rat, remember those times I walked into your shop and made a mess of the place? I remember the look of sheer rage you gave me, but what could you do? After all, a lowly ratkin like you belongs in the sewers with the other vermin, not among towns with the rest of the races!"

Verin's smile didn't falter. In fact, he broke out into a full-blown grin, which surprised Marcus. "I remember that day. I was so angry that I couldn't think straight. I ended up punching you in the face and you fell to the ground like a little bitch. I got thrown into jail for it, of course, but to me it was so fucking worth it. And when I got out of that shitty prison two weeks later I vowed to make you hurt even more for getting away with that stunt. Well guess what? Now I can make good on that vow."

Purple energy collected in Verin's hands and became so thick that it dripped to the ground like honey. Marcus noticed the arcane power and quickly became concerned, renewing his efforts at escaping. But the dragonkin sitting on top of him didn't even budge at the pathetic display. He instead grinned maniacally, awaiting his master's next move.

Marcus was terrified at this point. He had arrived right when the portal had been opened and had seen the purple collar around Dralnox's neck. If he had left earlier than maybe he could have escaped. But his curiosity had led to his current misfortune. All he could do was beg and plead for Verin to stop. "W-w-what the hell is that! S-stop! Get away from me! NO, STOP!" But of course, his words were ignored as the ratkin roughly grabbed his head with one hand and covered his mouth with the other.

Instantly, the purple substance seeping out of Verin's hands lashed out at Marcus and shoved itself into his mouth. The liquid corruption pried itself into Marcus's mouth and down his throat as if it were a living creature. The man eventually couldn't take any more and broke down into a sputtering mess, but Verin didn't stop. The corruption was responding to his desires and acting out his will. He had plans for Marcus, and they began with breaking him.

When Verin thought enough corruption had been pumped into Marcus, he removed both his hands and watched the man attempt to vomit up the corruption. But no matter what, it refused to leave him. It felt hot in his stomach and that heat was spreading through him like wildfire, consuming him. Verin stood up and told Dralnox to do the same, who complied and moved to stand beside his master. They both watched as Marcus grabbed his throat and stomach, heaving and coughing, doing anything he possibly could to get the corruption out. But it was meaningless.

Marcus let out a feral scream when the fire inside him reached his head. He could feel it worming its way into his brain, changing him. The more he resisted the corruption, the more it hurt. No matter how much resistance he put up, all that he felt was more pain. He felt a furry hand cup his chin and in his pain he didn't bother knocking the hand away. He instead opened his eyes and stared into the two purple orbs staring back at him.

"Don't fight it. Let it in, Marcus. Feel it flow through you and mold you into what I want. I told you I was going to get back at you for what you did to me, but that doesn't have to be a painful experience."

The ratkin's words sounded like the call of a divine being. Marcus felt compelled to let the fire in, let it warm him instead of burn him. His resistance began to melt away as he became lost in the glowing purple of the ratkin's eyes. His normally blue eyes were tinted violet as the tension in his body left him. Verin leaned down and gave him a gentle, almost caring kiss, sealing his fate as his eyes became fully violet and an obsidian band appeared on his right wrist. Purple runes covered the band and glowed with an arcane energy, but the band became invisible when Verin broke the kiss.

It was time. Verin had held himself back long enough. He said to Marcus, "Undress yourself, then undress me." Marcus obeyed. His master had given him a command after all. Being obedient was only expected of a slave like himself.

Marcus stood up to his full height and began removing his clothing. Verin noticed that the man was quite lean but still had a good amount of muscle on his body. He didn't have the monstrous eight-pack on Dralnox or even the six-pack Verin had worked for, but he clearly exercised enough to remove any fat that would bloat his stomach.

Verin also observed that the gnoll was smaller than him in more than just height as his erect dick sprung to life. Dralnox let out a chuckle at the man's size, his own dragonic length spilling out of his slit.

Once Marcus was completely nude, he stepped toward Verin and began removing his clothes as well. The hyenakin's soft hands had a delicate touch to them that aroused the ratkin. The new slave was infatuated with his master's physique and paid extra attention when removing the gear around his master's meaty chest. Verin saw this and gave a sly smirk. "Go ahead, feel it, lick it if you want to."

As Marcus shoved his face into his master's pecs and groped his abs, Dralnox felt his shaft fully harden. Seeing his master take control of the corruption so quickly and act with such a dominant attitude was a definite turn on. He watched as the new slave had his fill of his master. Marcus licked Verin's pecs, lightly sucking on them before sniffing the ratkin, inhaling his scent, and going back to licking his pecs.

While this happened, Marcus still didn't forget his orders and was busy using his hands to remove his master's pants and undergarments. When he finally managed to loosen the strap around the ratkin's waist and drop his pants to the ground, both he and Dralnox quivered slightly as Verin's scent hit them full force.

The ratkin had not cleaned himself since leaking on the bed during his rest, so the smell of pre and cum was still fresh. Verin placed a hand on the Marcus's shoulder and pushed him to the ground, positioning him so that he was inhaling the smell of the dick in front of him.

Musk mixed with the natural scents of the forest in the air as Verin turned to Dralnox. "Get him ready for me." Dralnox bowed to his master and stepped behind Marcus. He lowered himself to the ground and pulled on Marcus's legs so that he was on all fours. Marcus did not need to be told the next step and raised his ass into the air. It was difficult on his body because of how tall Verin was, but he kept his head at the ratkin's crotch knowing what was to come.

A simple nod from Verin was all it took for Dralnox to grab the gnoll's ass and shove his tongue in as far as he could. The man whimpered as his cheeks were spread by the thick and long appendage, but the saliva made the dragonkin's tongue slick, causing it to enter without much resistance. A low moan was forced out of Marcus as the tongue wiggled inside his ass. While his mouth was open, Verin shoved the man onto his erect cock, letting out a low groan of his own as he did so. Marcus's mouth was both warm and wet. He was definitely inexperienced, but he more than made up for it with his enthusiasm.

Sounds of the gnoll choking on the ratkin's girthy cock filled the nearby woods. They were accompanied by the sounds of Dralnox tongue-fucking Marcus with the dexterity and skill of an expert. Verin was letting out moan after moan, enjoying the warm mouth he was currently throatfucking while Marcus could barely hold in the pleasure. Dralnox was simply too good with his tongue, he couldn't hold in his orgasm.

Marcus moaned loudly on Verin's dick as he came onto the ground. It was nowhere near as impressive as the massive loads the ratkin and the dragonkin had let out in the Ethereal Abyss, but it was still an impressive amount. Verin looked down and felt a bit of semen land on his foot while Dralnox felt Marcus's ass clench up as he came. The ratkin master scowled and shoved his fucktoy off, pushing him to the ground. Dralnox removed his tongue as Marcus fell to the ground.

Verin spoke, an aggressive growl in his tone. "You worthless whore. Did you just climax before me?" All Marcus could do was lay on the ground, far too overwhelmed by pleasure to form a coherent thought. He was roughly picked up and thrown against the tree he had hid behind. Verin pressed him to the tree, his cock erect and poking at Marcus's virgin entrance. "Wait... master please, I can explaAAA!"

Instead of waiting for his slave's excuse, Verin had shoved half of his length into the hyenakin's ass. Marcus tried to pull away but he was so tightly squeezed between his master and the tree that he had nowhere to go. Purple energy poured out of Verin's arm and flowed onto Marcus's before crawling down his body, solidifying as it went. As Verin grinded the smaller male beneath him into the tree, the purple energy reached Marcus's cock and encircled its base. It formed a tight cock ring and Marcus winced as it fully solidified.

Breathing down Marcus's neck, Verin spoke, his eyes blazing with purple flames that flickered with every beat of his heart. "This will be your punishment for cumming before me, slut. I wonder how long you can endure it." He slowly dragged his dick out of Marcus's insides before slamming it back in with a throaty moan. Dralnox's saliva was an excellent lubricant and no matter how hard the gnoll's ass tried to keep Verin from thrusting inside, he continued to pound Marcus with all his might.

The once proud and vain merchant was reduced to a quivering, moaning mess. His moans rang out through the forest with every thrust. Even when he was crushed into the tree, the pleasure kept surging into his brain in nonstop waves. Verin grunted and groaned as he thrusted like a beast unchained. His feral snarls overpowered Marcus's moans as he bred the gnoll with all he had.

Dralnox was now jerking off to the brutal display of strength. A slutty expression covered his face as he rubbed the full length of his cock and let out low moans. Verin didn't even notice his other horny slave as he bruttaly pounded the merchant's hole. He spoke in a feral voice, "Oh fuck. That's it, moan more, moan like the whore you are. Let everybody nearby hear you getting railed by a ratkin and loving every bit of it." This was something Marcus's corrupted brain could never hope to deny. He loved every second of the rough mating,

With every sloppy thrust in and out of Marcus's ass, the pleasure built up in his body and brought him closer to climax. But the ring around his cock prevented him from reaching that final bit of pleasure. It was agonizing. It was heavenly. All he could do to better take his master was plant his feet in the ground as his hole was stretched wider with every thrust. Verin grabbed his head roughly and pulled it to the side so that he was speaking directly into his slave's ear. "I don't fucking hear you! Scream, slut! Scream out to the world how much you love getting fucking bred! Let everyone hear how much of a whore you are! SAY IT!"

"I'm a whore! I'm just a fucktoy to be used by a huge, strong ratkin like you master! Please continue to fuck me like a comman brothel whore to you hearts content! I want it master, I want all of you, I deserve this for being a disobedient bitch, I deserve all of your punishment master! Please, punish your filthy slut, PUNISH ME!"

Verin let out a roar and slammed his hips into Marcus's ass one last time before unleashing his load inside. Marcus could feel every throb of the ratkin's dick inside his ass. Every pulse brought a wave of white hot pleasure shooting through his spine. He could feel his stomach expanding with all of the cum gushing inside. But no matter how much pleasure crashed through him, he still couldn't reach his climax. The ring surrounding his cock now had glowing runes on it, the arcane power preventing even precum from leaking out.

Dralnox had also reached his climax. His hips were thrusting upward as jets of sperm launched into the air. His mouth was wide open and his tongue flopped outward, the long appendage resting on his beefy chest. Even the dragon's tail was at work, thrusting in and out of his ass at a pace that few mortals could achieve. There was so much cum that it covered most of his chest and part of his wings. Some of it even landed in his open mouth.

After a while, both Verin and Dralnox stopped cumming. Verin pulled out of Marcus, panting as cum began to pour out of the poor man's ass. When a quarter of the cum in Marcus's stomach had poured out, Verin had an idea, which the corruption was very quick to respond to. Verin shoved two of his fingers into Marcus's hole, causing his legs to quiver. The corruption quickly moved into his ass and solidified as Verin took his fingers out. When the corruption had fully solidified, it had formed an obsidian butt plug that would keep all of the remaining semen inside.

Panting from the three males was all that could be heard for a few moments as they all caught their breath. Verin turned to Dralnox, his eyes still purple but not burning anymore. "Ok. You're going to teach me how to control this. Understood?" All Dralnox could do to respond to his master was let out a pathetic whine. Verin chuckled at the noise before turning back to Marcus.

The merchant was a mess. He was dripping with sweat and Verin's seed was still dripping down his furry legs. He still hadn't cum due to the ring around his cock and his erection was bobbing in the air. Verin sighed. "Ok, all of us are going to go bathe in the river. Then we'll talk more." Both of his slaves nodded at that.