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The Adventurer's Guild. An organization praised by the people and spread far throughout the land. Their influence was great and their power was greater still. The guild has been working to save lives and remove threats for many years. And now, Verin stood before the large guildhall located in Reylevin. While it wasn't massive for a city, the building was visible at even the outskirts of the town.

Verin had considered doing this before. It was an ideal way to increase one's standing within the world and earn a living after all. But being an adventurer came with great risks, and many reckless adventurers have lost their lives while out on quests. The risk of death had been too great for him back then, and there was no way he would leave his brother to deal with this harsh world alone. But now, however, the corruption pulsed through his veins. It was a powerful force of nature and was now a part of him. He had the power to do whatever he wanted. He could do this.

With a deep breath, Verin took a couple steps forward and pushed open the front doors of the guildhall.

Walking into the Adventurer's Guild gave Verin the sense that this wouldn't be as easy as he had initially thought. People of all kinds were inside preparing to go off on quests in the loud and rambunctious way adventurer's were known for. During the late night hours, the guild basically turned into a tavern for all the rowdy men and women waiting to go on their next quest.

It wasn't the rowdy attitudes of the other adventurer's that had Verin struggling to stay focused. Instead, it was his own lust raging inside as he drank in the attractive bodies of the hardworking people. His newfound lust seemed to be a side-effect of the corruption. It was distracting him greatly as he walked into the guild itself.

Adventurers were a loud group regardless of the time. Groups of them were sharing drinks and being merry with each other as they enjoyed the evening atmosphere. Walking into the establishment of the guild hall, Verin found himself gazing at the muscles of a particularly strong rogue, or glancing at the sizable bulge of a very drunk warrior. Even as he made his way to the attendant, he couldn't keep his growing boner fully down.

The guild attendant is a lithe and short panther, his green eyes and pleasant smile drawing Verin's gaze. "Hello sir! How may I help you today?" His voice was quite young and chipper. It seemed unusual for the normal gruff and cold tone of a guild worker. Although, this panther seemed to be around the age of a young adult, so that made sense. He had yet to go long hours dealing with the rowdy lot.

"I'm here to register for the adventurer's guild." Verin said, an intensity in his gaze.

"That's wonderful! Do you have any prior experience in combat or would you like to instead take the test?"

"I'll be taking the test."

In order to become an adventurer, you would need either a record of prior combat experience, or to take a test designed to assess your current skill level. Verin had decided to take the test because they are all held in private by instructors that are sworn to secrecy during said test. Tests can range from small monster hunts to item gathering, so it was a good decision to help keep his powers hidden.

"Very well! Please hold on a moment..."

The panther quickly got to rummaging around in the many drawers and shelves within the attendant's booth. The sight of such pristine furnishing sent a pang of envy and greed through Verin's heart. The guild was a rich establishment and their wealth was known throughout the land. If only he had a fraction of such riches...

"Here we go! Please place your hand on this assessment orb."

An assessment orb is an item enchanted with the spell analyze. It would glow brightly depending on the average strength of the user, which is determined through a mix of information. Then, that information would be imprinted upon an adventurer card for the person who touched it. The orb itself was eerily similar to the orb that gave Verin his powers. But instead of a swirling purple, it was a deep sky blue.

Verin stepped forward and placed his hand on the orb without hesitation. His overall strength wouldn't be too high considering his lack of any battle experience. At least maybe he'd be recognized as a mage due... to...

The guild attendant was slack-jawed and the whole main hall went silent as the orb glowed with a brilliant radiance. The color of the light had been tinted purple, and it was bright enough to catch the attention of half the partying adventurers. The other half didn't notice at first but eventually caught sight due to the sudden loss of noise in the main hall. Verin stared nervously into the shifting purple. He knew the corruption was a powerful form of arcana, especially considering the Ethereal Abyss and Dralnox, but he didn't realize it was this powerful at such an early stage.

"Um... The results?"

Verin's words shook the panther out of his stupor and he scrambled to reach into one of the shelves. He pulled out an adventurer card and tapped the orb with it. The color from the orb transferred onto the card. It glowed for a moment and when the glow died down the card had Verin's name written on it. Still a bit dazed, the guild attendant held it out for him to take. Verin grabbed the card and held it in both of his hands. The card was blank and definitely magical in nature. The rest would probably be filled out when he finished his test. Feeling the awkward tension getting to him, the ratkin decided to hurry things along.

"T-The test, please."

All the guild attendant could do was nod, thankfully having enough sense to close his mouth while doing so. "F-f-follow me, s-sir." He was quick to walk out of the booth and Verin was even quicker to follow. He could feel the stares of every adventurer in the hall on his back, could sense the questions and concerns radiating from their minds. The glow level they had just witnessed... it was well above what any commoner could hope to achieve. Let alone a ratkin like him. This phenomenon would surely be talked about for a while.

Verin was led up the stairs and through a large corridor containing many rooms. Each room served the purpose of a private training arena for any adventurer passing through. These were also used as testing rooms on occasion, such as right now.

After passing many of these rooms, the attendant finally stopped at a door on the right side of the corridor. He turned to Verin, once again raising his head to look the ratkin in his eyes.

"This will be your testing room. Your glow is befitting of a high rank, but you will still have to take the test and rank up like everybody else. Do you know how the ranking system works?"

Verin nodded. He had done his research after all, and this information was not that hard to come by in the first place. "Yes. There are 7 ranks in total. Bronze, Silver, Gold, Diamond, Platinum, Emerald, and Awakened. Awakened is a unique rank with a special title for the adventurer."

The panther smiled at him. "Yes! That's exactly correct. Now then, your instructor is awaiting you inside. They will explain both the test and how to pass it. And please, feel free to speak about your test. It's unique for everybody, so don't hesitate to talk all you wish once it's done." The guild attendant then opened the door and ushered Verin inside. The entire room was pitch black except for an elevated circle-shaped platform in the center. There was a figure standing there. They wore dark blue wizard robes and faced the opposite direction of the door.

Verin took a few steps into the black space and turned to the attendant. The panther gave him a thumbs up. "Don't worry, all these rooms are enchanted for the sake of keeping tests unique and personal. Your instructor is also under oath to keep quiet about anything you wish not to reveal to either the guild or the public. We respect both your privacy and your trust. Once you're finished the instructor will tell you whether or not you succeeded. Do keep in mind that if you fail you can always try again as long as you hold onto that card. Now then, do your best!"

The guild attendant closed the door and the room became entirely black. A quick glance at his still visible hands and clothed self told Verin that this was not darkness but probably another enchantment. He turned back to the elevated platform and began walking over to it. The ground made a loud echo, as if he were stepping on stone in a large chamber. The ratkin stepped onto the elevated platform and almost fell off when a large rune began to glow on its surface. The serene blue hue softly hummed as the prickling touch of magic spread through the air. It was at this time that the robed figure turned to face him.

Standing at almost half Verin's height was a thin lizardfolk looking fellow. A skink to be specific. His scale pattern was an entrancing black and the green of his underbelly was slightly visible through his robes. While his robe hid most of his physical features, it was clear this mage was in the short and thin category. His eyes were a deep green, and the motions of his previously hidden tail slightly jostled the robe he was wearing.

Though the fancily dressed wizard was shorter and far less physically inclined then Verin, he certainly didn't let that deter him from giving a haughty glare and raising his chin. The skink stared at Verin for a few moments, examining his body from top to bottom. This went on for so long that Verin himself was beginning to get uncomfortable. But just when he opened his mouth to speak, the wizard suddenly clapped his hands.

In the span of barely a second the whole room was filled with color and life. It was so vibrant that Verin had to close his eyes or risk being blinded by the sudden change. When he next opened his eyes and blinked away the slight dizziness that overtook him, shock covered his face as the whole room was now different.

The platform Verin and the skink were standing on had remained unchanged from the sudden shift in the room's appearance. But everything else appeared now as if they weren't in a room at all. In fact, they were outside of the building entirely and standing on an island surrounded by water. Verin looked around with eyes filled with wonder at the sudden change in scenery. He had never been too far from Reylevin before, let alone on an island. The sound of the ocean filled him with a sense of ease as he took in the fresh air. When he next looked back at the skink, the wizard had a proud smirk on his face.

"Never seen such a level of magic before? Only natural for a street rat such as yourself I suppose. Such a waste of my time... oh well, it can't be helped. If they want to stick me with rabble I guess I'll deal with it for now."

Immediately the corruptive magic flowing through Verin's veins flared in anger and his eyes flashed purple for a moment. Who did this tiny lizard think he was talking to? But Verin took a deep breath and calmed the rising violent urge within himself. He had dealt with this his whole life. Taunts and insults were nothing new.

The skink was paying no attention to Verin's inner turmoil and had instead stepped off the platform. He walked over to one side of the small island with his hands behind his back before stopping. Then he turned to face Verin before saying, "If you were sent to me that means you have a high affinity for a very specific type of magic. Congratulations, you have the supreme honor of being examined by me, Alvair Kreshenvy. I specialize in training those with a very specific matching for certain magic. In my case I am a master of all things spacial magic related. Portals, pocket dimensions, teleportation. You name it, I can do it."

Alvair was looking very satisfied with himself as Verin gave him a deadpan. He knew what spacial magic could do. After all, it wasn't that hard to figure out. The skink continued rambling about his achievements and personal strengths for a while. He eventually stopped with an indigent huff when he noticed Verin was enjoying the ocean breeze instead of listening. He clapped his hands together, which succeeded in recapturing Verin's attention.

"Listen when I speak, dammit! I know your kind are worthless but you should at least be able to do this much!" Verin's eyes glowed dangerously again as a snarl covered his face, but he quickly regained his control with another deep breath. Without even paying attention to Verin's obvious anger, Alvair went back to speaking. "Now then, the test or whatever."

With another clap of his hands the lizardfolk wizard opened two rifts in the area in front of him. Two golems made from stone walked out from each. They stood in an orderly line and Alvair closed the portals once they finished moving.

"Because you are a mage the goal of this test is to measure your magic power, your control, and finally your combat prowess. Do keep in mind, this is a test not training. I'm not going to baby you by telling you what to do or stop things if you get hurt or whatever. If you get close to death or are hit by a fatal blow, the rune on the central platform will activate and you will be teleported out instantly. If such a thing happens, which it probably will for a rat like you, you will fail the test instantly and be off my scales so I can get back to enjoying my evening. Of course you can also quit at any time. In which case all you have to do is shout, 'I yield!' The test will also end immediately and you will be teleported out and fail. Any questions?"

Ignoring the skink's taunts and insults, essentially Verin would be put through tests and if anything bad happened he would be teleported out and fail. But what about the specifics of the test? Did he get any weapons? Why the hell is this small lizard being so annoying!

When Verin opened his mouth to ask at least one of the many questions on his mind, the small mage once again ignored him and shouted, "Wonderful! Then let's get this over with, I don't have all night." This drew an outright growl from Verin, his anger slowly reaching out to the corruption.

Alvair once again paid no attention. "Now then, the goal is simple. Destroy these golems in any way you can. I know for a lowly rat like you it's impossible to achieve, so just struggle for as long... as... you..."

The wizard could only stare with wide eyes and a gaping maw as the golems were raised into the air by large purple tentacles. Verin's arms were raised, purple energy swirling around them as his eyes glowed with flames of the same color. With a yell of pent-up fury, he brought his arms down. The golems were slammed into the ground by the tentacles and this process repeated over and over again. Each golem was broken down until they were all little more than shards of stone.

After utterly annihilating the golems, Verin let go of his hold on the corruption. Venting his anger just now felt divine and a smug smile covered his face as he looked at the stunned skink. "So? Do I get the rest of my license filled out now?"

Alvair's eye twitched as he heard Verin's words. Questions were now running through his head. What form of magic was that? How was a street rat so powerful? How did he have such control over the spell? Was that even a spell? Not once had Verin given an incantation, focused his mana, or even drawn a glyph. Did he have runes on his body? No, the circle would've detected that...

The sound of fingers snapping broke Alvair out of his trance. He fell to the ground on his ass with an indigent yelp. Verin couldn't help but chuckle at the sight and the wizard's face lit up with unbridled rage. "What the hell was that! How could a rat like you be able to achieve such a feat!? You cheated!"

The skink's yelling was quickly getting old for Verin. He felt the corruption preparing itself as thoughts of how to shut him up coursed into his head. The ratkin folded his arms and glared ominously as Alvair wisely decided to shut up. "This 'street rat' has endured too many hardships and dealt with too much bullshit for a tiny lizard with an ego to ruin things for him. So you're going to stop rambling and give me the results so we can both move on with our lives. Got it?"

Instead of backing down, Alvair's expression became one of rage. In an instant he teleported away, standing so close to the water small waves crashed against his claws. He raised his hands in the air, blue runic circles surrounding his wrists in the process. Multiple portals opened up and more of the stone golems walked out from them. The skink's face broke out into a cruel smirk. "Don't think I'm done just yet, rat! I'm going to expose you for the cheater you are! I've worked far too hard to be made a fool anymore. Nobody messes with Alvair Kreshenvy!"

But instead of shock or anger, Verin's face was one of excitement. His proud smile made Alvair confused as his golems marched toward the ratkin. But not a single one of the stone constructs would end up touching him as all five of them halted in position. The skink's eyes widened as the golems shook in place, a purple glow beginning to shine through the cracks in their form. Then in a single, horrifying movement, the golems turned to face Alvair with a purple glow in their soulless eyes.

The skink froze up, suddenly very aware of the fact that something was wrong. The purple glow was an easy indicator but it was something deeper than that. For the first time in a very long while... Alvair felt small. He felt small because of how the towering golems slowly marched toward him. He felt small because his connection with the rune on the test platform was broken. He felt small because he was no longer in control.

Terror overcame Alvair, and he panicked as he suddenly lost control of his magic. He waved his hand frantically, trying to reach out to the rune on the platform. When that failed he tried to teleport away from the advancing golems. But that failed too, and his panic began to rise. The skink focused as much as he could, holding both of his hands in front of him. But he couldn't even form a portal. All he could do was make a tiny rift in space in front of him. It didn't last long and faded away quickly.

The wizard panicked and took a step back. A wave hit his leg mid-step and he fell over into the water. Alvair's clothes were soaked and he struggled to move away from the golems with no real direction to go. Before he could think about darting between their legs, he was grabbed by the middle golem and hoisted into the air by his leg. He thrashed and shook in a pathetic attempt to free himself from the stone creature's grasp. But it was all in vain as the golem turned and walked back over to Verin, who had his arms crossed still with a smirk on his face.

The sounds of Alvair's struggling mixed with the heavy footfall of the golems. They stopped in front of Verin and he waited for a few moments for the skink to tire himself out. After a while of struggling, Alvair hung limply by his leg panting lightly. The blood had by now gone to his head and Verin walked up to him so that they were face to face. He gave a light chuckle as Alvair gave him a hateful glare. "You alright there buddy? You seem a little tired at the moment." His taunt infuriated the skink and it felt damn good to the ratkin to be on the other end of an insult for once.

A shocked yelp escaped Alvair's mouth as his wizard's robe was ripped off. A shiver coursed down his spine and was soon accompanied by a soft whimper, the cool breeze hitting his exposed and wet scales. He wanted to move his hands and cover his exposed slit from Verin's view. But he simply no longer had the energy.

Purple magic coursed through Verin's arms as he took slow steps forward. Alvair noticed this and attempted to muster up the energy to struggle or fight back. But he was just too tired, too weak, and he couldn't stop the ratkin from slowly raising his hands toward the wizard. His claws held the skink's head gently and the purple energy crawled onto him at a deliberately slow pace.

Alvair felt... odd. As the purple glow began to cover his head so too did a cloudy haze. His thoughts felt distant, like quiet whispers fading away in a fog. There was no background noise, no internal struggle, he just seemed to drift peacefully in the pleasant haze.

Voices called out to him from the fog. They were no longer the comforting words of his own thoughts, but rather the thoughts of another. Quiet commands from an unusual but familiar voice. It was jarring to him but not as terrifying as it would have been if he was in his normal state of mind. Instead, he welcomed these thoughts. Listening to them. Accepting them as if they were his own.

"So this is the mind of the great Alvair Kreshenvy? It's more empty than I thought. Or maybe that's because I've removed all thoughts about yourself. When I remove 'Alvair' from your identity, you become little more than a scared skink. How ironic. You're so full of yourself that you can't think of anything but you. Let's fix that."

Once that was said, the wizard felt a shiver course through his spine. The haze got thicker, his thoughts were more distant. He was in danger... no, he was safe. He was more safe than ever before. Adrift in this fog, he didn't have to worry about the status of his title. He didn't have to worry about the weight of his name. He didn't have to worry about being Alvair Kreshnevy. Instead, he was just a skink. Stripped of status. Stripped of title. Stripped of identity. He felt empty, yet carefree. He had no worries, no burdens, nothing to drag him down. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in many years.

He heard something. Another command maybe? It wasn't directed at him, though, and this was proven when he felt his body lowered to the ground. He was gently laid down and blinked drowsily as he attempted to reduce the drifting feeling. Reality slowly called him back as he stared up into the face of his captor. His head was still a little fuzzy, but he picked out the face of a very familiar ratkin smirking down at him..

No words were spoken between the two. The understanding was somewhere in the wizard's clouded head. He could hear it in whispered words at the back of his mind. The one before him was... Verin. Verin the ratkin. No, not just a ratkin. Verin was a powerful magic user. Verin was the ruler of the great corruption... Verin was his master.

The thoughtless smile that appeared on the wizard's face brought a cruel smirk to Verin's own. The corruption truly was versatile, even being able to poke and prod at a person's thoughts. Verin could see memories in his victim's mind. Not too many, but enough to tamper with and alter the wizard's psyche. He was erasing thoughts and memories, replacing them with lies and illusions of his own. Alvair Kreshenvy was little more than a magic skink now. He was a hollow shell of his former personality... but that wouldn't be the case for long.

The skink slowly stood to his feet. He wavered slightly once at full height, but regained his bearings with a bit of time. The sound of ruffling clothes caught his attention and he moved his gaze directly to Verin's crotch. He could only stare in awe as the ratkin unbuckled his trousers and dropped them to the ground. It was apparent that Verin's cock was slowly hardening, and the whispering voices in the back of the skink's head commanded him to move forward and start touching it. He did so without hesitation.

A chuckle came from Verin's mouth as his new cock warmer gently grasped his dick with its hands. The creature below him was so small it didn't even need to get on its knees to start pleasuring him. Slow jerking motions on his cock made Verin moan softly, and he placed a hand on the back of its head to push it closer to his crotch. The skink's face was instantly smothered against Verin's balls as his cock flopped down on top of its head.

Verin's smell was so intense, so primal that it filled his new slave with a powerful need. Its cock began to peak out of its slit. It was dripping pre already and the skink let out a quiet moan against its master's crotch. The ratkin let out a low moan as the vibrations coursed through his throbbing dick. It felt good to once again bring a slut under his total control. He relished in the feeling, even starting to lightly thrust against the skink's face, causing precum to drip down its back.

After a while of those light thrusts, Verin wanted more, and roughly grabbed his fucktoy by the head. He pushed the skink away and grabbed his cock in his other hand. Rubbing his cock against his slut's face felt divine, and he started prodding against its lips as well. Those voices in the wizard's head... they wouldn't stop. They continued to whisper, telling it to open up, to let the master in. It once again complied.

When the toy opened its mouth, Verin started pushing his cock in. It chocked at first, which was to be expected, but the whispers didn't stop and so neither did it. Verin got half of his cock into the fuckhole's mouth before meeting real resistance. He simply couldn't push further. But that was fine, he would train his toy to take the whole length soon enough.

And so began a round of rough oral fucking as Verin thrusted his cock in and out of the skink's mouth. Slobbering could be heard as his toy's mouth and throat were stretched, but stopping wasn't an option as the warm and wet orifice felt incredible on his cock. As his thrusting increased in pace and force, his cock started going deeper into the skink's throat.

Verin's new slut was barely thinking at this point. It could only take his cock down its throat, sucking on it hard and pleasing its master. The slave's efforts weren't in vein either, and soon Verin was groaning loudly as he shoved his entire cock in and out of its mouth. Those voices again... they told the slave it was a good boy for taking it all. They told it this is what it was meant to do. It believed every word, and felt happy to have pleased its owner.

Another hand joined the first and now Verin was shoving the toy's head on and off his cock at a rapid pace. His hips worked in time with the movement of his hands as well. They thrusted forward when he pulled the head in, and pushed back when he shoved it away, keeping this rhythm of fucking as the skink continued to take Verin's cock. Saliva was everywhere and tears were falling down the skink's face, but it couldn't be happier as its throat was used to pleasure its master.

A few more grunts and Verin's lust hit its peak, nearly causing him to climax right there. But the corrupter held himself back and pushed the skink off of his cock roughly. The used hole fell to the ground and started panting from exhaustion. Its body was tired, but its mind was overworking. What was he doing? No... not he. It. It was not a he, but an it. It was welcoming. Just an it, not a he. An object, not a person. It let out a whine and whimpered. It needed its master's cock again. It needed to be fucked by its master. Why was it thinking this? It needed to be dominated, to be owned. Something was wrong. Nothing was wrong. It needed to struggle. Why was it struggling? This was bliss after all. Serving its master felt so good, so wonderful. Giving in was wonderful.

The skink had no more time to think as a weight fell on top of it. Verin held it down by its arms, and started to grind his cock against its ass. It wanted to whine with need, to beg him to stop, to ask him for more. Too many emotions, all of them conflicting. It needed that haze, that cloud of bliss to cover its thoughts. And as Verin pushed against its entrance, the fucktoy's mind went blank with bliss.

Verin let out a loud moan. The skink's ass was so tight around his cock. It was amazing, the warm walls squeezing his dick like it needed him. He was happy to oblige and slowly started pushing inside. The wizard underneath him was so small, so fragile, but he didn't mind breaking in his new toy. He pushed at a slow and hard pace.

Sinking deeper increased Verin's pleasure with every inch. The hole underneath him was quivering with both desire and bliss. It wasn't painful at all, not with Verin's corrupted pre coating his slave's insides. How much had gotten down the skink's gullet when he had fucked its throat? It was impossible to tell. But the effects were clearly shown as its eyes began to glow the same menacing purple as its master's.

Getting his cock further into the wizard's body became an easy task as time went on. His pre, the saliva from earlier, his continuous pace, it didn't matter how or why. The only thing that mattered was that he was getting more. More pleasure, more control, more power. He wanted more and he would get more.

The skink let out a loud whine as Verin's hips connected with its ass. Its master had shoved his cock all the way inside, and a bulge was visible in its stomach. A pathetic whimper escaped its mouth when the ratkin growled, tightening his hold on its arms and slowly starting to pull his cock out. The whimper grew in volume and pitch as the fuckhole's legs shook. It's ass held on tight to Verin's cock as he pulled out of the warm grip. Blissful sensations spread through the skink like wildfire and it quickly succumbed to its growing needs, leaving its mind open and vulnerable.

The whispering of the voices grew in volume and amount, but they began to synchronize in their chanting. He could make out the words more clearly and he began to repeat them almost on instinct. "I'm a fuckhole for my master. I'm a cumdump for my master. Please use me more, master. Please put me in my place, master! Please ruin me forever, MASTER!"

A whisper became a chant. And the chant turned into a shout. Verin smiled with feral bliss as he pushed his cock back inside, this time far quicker, and pulled out just as fast. He felt his desires build quickly and started fucking with a rhythm to match. It wasn't about reaching his orgasm anymore. It wasn't even about getting back at the previously haughty wizard anymore. No. It was about the power, the dominance of turning another being into his own property.

Verin pulled back out as the skink's ass held onto his cock, and shoved back in when it tried to keep him out. A quick glance at the fuckhole's expression made it clear that it was blissed out. Its mouth was shouting an incoherent version of its previous chant, while its eyes were wide open and glowing a bright purple. Looking into that expression filled Verin with pride. He had claimed another as his. Now it was time to fill his new toy.

The ratkin doubled his pace, causing the skink's eyes to somehow widen even further as it was fucked. Jumbled nonsense and loud whines escaped its mouth with every thrust. Its master had no care for its pleasure, though the fully hard and throbbing cock signified the toy's clear enjoyment of its treatment. Verin himself growled loudly as his body hit overdrive. He was nearing his climax at a very rapid pace, pounding away faster and harder than before.

With a loud shout, almost a roar, Verin shoved himself fully inside his slave and climaxed. His cock throbbed hard, spewing cum into the skink's belly and making it bloat from the amount. He wasn't the only one to hit orgasm. His toy screamed loudly and ceased its incoherent rambling, cumming hard against Verin's chest. Both of their climaxes lasted a while, with Verin emptying his load into his new slave and the slave pumping cum on Verin's stomach.

When they were both finally done with their climaxes, though Verin's lasted far longer, they both were quietly panting as the ratkin held his cock inside. He looked down at the skink and realized he had definitely overdone it with the corruption... but he didn't care. Alvair, or rather, this new fucktoy was his. That's all that mattered to him. He had earned this after all.

"Ok. From now on your name is... Kresh. You are going to go about your guild duties just as you have before, but do so under the name Alvair Kreshenvy. I succeeded this test perfectly, and got full marks in every category. You will remain silent about EVERYTHING that happened. Clear?"

Kresh's response was to nod dumbly and Verin sighed. He would have to be more careful in the future. The corruption was still growing more powerful. Anything could happen.