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Hollow knight corruption fic

Commissioned by Anonymous

Story contains: Hollow knight, Somnophillia, rape, forced sex, Rough Sex, questionable consent, corruption, transformation, gender transformation, male/male, male/herm, impregnation, violence, mind break, Cum through.

All characters are of legal age etc.

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He walked through the expansive halls of ancient, subterranean infrastructure. Pillars and walls of unnaturally dark stone coiling and merging into one-another. Mingled with abandoned modern architecture from failed ventures of the kingdom above.

A vessel, the knight, our hero. One of many creatures of insect and void created to contain the infection plaguing Hallownest. He brandished a peculiar charm alongside his mighty nail. A Dream Nail. A tool to sunder the essence of dreams as his blade sunders the physical. With such, he could insert his mind into the astral plane of essence and dream. And through these dreams he could face and purge the infection at it's source.

His cloak flicked and wavered, walking the weathered halls of stale air and cold before he hopped through a wide empty shaft of a long-forgotten lift. landing deftly below on the cool dusky stone of the lower floor. This area was long forgotten and now overrun with infection.

The atmosphere shifted to warm and humid, distressingly so. A palatable sweetness of corruption permeated the air as pheromones and heat poured from massive throbbing bulbs of glowing corruption decorating the walls. These pulsing sacks shedding a constant amber light over ancient pillars and arches deeper within.

He took a slow breath, a faint flavor of nectar and bitterness lingering on the back of his tongue with each lungful as he marched onward. The tainted allure of the place was persistent. Each taste causing his heart to beat just a bit faster. Warmth spreading as a faint blush through his body and concentrating within his loins. Tingles of excitement running up his spine and through his shoulders as his chitinous feet tapped the stone in rolling echoes to the thrum and beat of bubbling infection.

He could not understand what the effect upon him was. It was not what he was made for, nor did he have the experience to see. To him such sensation was akin to the excitement of battle frenzy, the anticipation and want of something. He knew it was not merely nerves, for he held no fear. But it drew at something deep and instinctual. Pulled at very specific memories for reasons he did not fathom.

The bulbs roiled and quivered at his approach as he passed by. Soon stepping into a room lined with enormous rubbery boils and dripping oily sacks of brilliant ichor. Laying in the center was another vessel like himself. Older, a bit taller. Unlike the simple stubby horns of the knight, this elder sibling brandished a crown of long and prominent prongs. Or at least it had. It's mask was damaged, no doubt from the blow that felled it ages ago. The scalp now exposed and body motionless.

The knight recalled their last fight. When lightbugs clamored into the husk of his sibling and gave it new life as the Broken Vessel. A twisted infection-filled monstrosity that launched itself at him. Clashing it's cracked and weathered nail against his tempered blade.

It was such cruel irony for a vessel, blessed with divine will and duty to purge the infection, to become it's host and puppet instead. Perhaps something the infection truly relished. It had a will, he could feel it in every encounter. Vast and imposing. Malicious.

A great pulsating sack had bulged from the gap in the monster's skull, little different from the greasy nodules of condensed taint that clung to the scenery. Another bulge nearly as immense just under the robes of it's crotch. Unusually productive, seeming to strain and flex as they matched blades. The lower half of it's long and elegant cape had darkened, sticky and sodden with fragrant translucent glowing ooze. The moisture clinging to it's body or flicking off in musky miniscule strings as it left wet streaks from cloth and footprints wherever it stepped or shifted.

The knight could suddenly feel that warmth and tightness within him again as he recalled such a vivid detail. Thoughts of that bulge rising to the surface of his mind. The corrupt vessel seemed oddly insistent on thrusting and rubbing it's slimy bulge into him as they fought. Even abandoning it's only opportunity for an attack when the knight lost his footing. Instead gripping his head to squish his face into that damp bulbous sack, grinding it's hips to smother him in it's excess of warm fluids and spongy flesh as it groaned with delight.

The intense warmth of it, the dense salty-sweet odor of sweat and taint that stained his nostrils and made his mouth salivate the more he inhaled and tasted. The growing excess of clear sticky fluid that trailed down the broken vessel's legs as the bulge throbbed from the stimulation and struggle. Smearing it's copious lust into him as his mask and collar grew damp with it's essence and loins grew hot. The tightness and pressure intensifying as his body ached for something he could not understand and found his hips quaking as they jutted forward from the continued perverse assault.

The knight shook his head, pulling himself from the alluring memories of the prior battle. Looking to the now-motionless body below him. He was fortunate to find his nail in time to deny his sibling smothering him in it's muggy taint. Yet it was difficult to dismiss those thoughts and the curiosity they inspired. That hot slick steamy bulge, the odor, the taste, and friction of it's slimy package...Surely it was another font of corruption, no doubt it had been trying to fill him as well. An easy explanation for the ramping tightness, desire and heat he had suffered in that fight. And, to a lesser extent, continued to feel in these places dense with infection.

But there was time to worry for that later, he would liberate this husk's spirit from it's twisted dream. He stood over the body and steadied himself. Drifting his arm backward as he focused on his charm. Light flowing into the dream nail as a firm blade of shimmering essence began to channel and form.

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With a flick of his arm and a flash he awoke upon a large platform within an infinite space, basking in serene light. Platforms and floating structures interspersed through rolling clouds as far as the eyes could see. A small trail of them lead downward as he calmly followed. Hopping to-and-fro into a large, blackened chamber shaped in the dark rock and stylings of the ancient basin. A room no different from the one he had bested the broken vessel in, but absent the bulging mounds of infection.

And there, the dream-duplicate of the broken vessel stood, the undulating sacks of its physical counterpart bulging with even greater vigor. Already a perverse squish could be heard as the dream vessel "The Lost Kin" soaked it's cloak with an energetic throb and shudder. Turning it's gaze to the knight while it's crotch flexed, a grotesque mass glowed and pulsated underneath the dampened cloth.

The monster gave a roar as the structure quaked to the very edges of the small arena. Drawing it's immaculate blade, it pounced forward to engage the knight who dare intrude upon it's dream. The area sang with the roaring din of clashing steel. The sharp echo in their ears as their blades crossed again and again in a shower of sparks.

Anticipating a strike, the knight swathed himself in shadow. Moving intangibly past the ferocious swing of the lost kin as the air trembled in it's wake. Driving his blade across it's back to make it stumble and hiss in pain as cloth and soft chitin were deftly sliced. It's strength was tremendous, but the creature bore little skill. It's swings were clumsy, wielding its blade no better than a club. Flailing madly as the knight stayed inches from the reach of it's weapon or met the blow with his own.

This battle would not be long. The knight simply waited until it's next charge. leaping above it and swinging downward to strike a blow upon it's skull and the protruding sacks of ichor. Landing quickly and repositioning before the lost kin swung upward, waving with agitation and fury as pools of it's dense and murky arousal formed wherever it stood. It's long ornate cloak mopping the mess of perverse fluid, corruption, and sweat as it darted from one end of the arena to the other in fruitless pursuit of the agile knight. Gently seasoning the area with a lingering haze of taint.

It's large gelatinous sack quivered, firing globs of corruption at him that struck the rock around him with vulgar splats. Flicking it's cloak to whip ropes and strings of tainted fluid. All easily dodged. What little tact this abomination had was of little use to an experienced combatant such as the hero. He planted his feet and leapt forward. Their blades met again in a brilliant clash as the void began to build within him. Tendrils of darkness creeping along the edges of his eyes while he charged and unleashed a shadow bolt. A missile of darkness colliding with the kin to throw it back.

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Outside of the dream. The knight laid face-down beside the broken vessel. His mind tied to the dream as his defenseless body rested motionless. In the eerie glow of the ancient basin hundreds of miniscule orange beads began to form from the boils and pods of infection. Cells of ichor given life hopping down to travel the walls and swarm together like coalescing stars in the night.

*Lightbugs, as if called by some other force, or drawn here by the presence of the knight. Began to gather, scuttling down the walls and into the broken vessel. Corruption amassed within it once more as it began to shudder and pulse with renewed vigor. Amber light filled it's eyes. The bulge of infection upon it's head beating like a heart before it slowly turned it's gaze to the unconscious body of it's enemy laying prone beside it. *

It lifted itself to all-fours on shaky limbs, it's swollen crotch pulsing and straining as syrupy radiant liquid began to ooze and drip through the cloth and down it's legs with greater intensity. The sound of cracks and snaps while it crawled towards him, more glowing flesh, and viscous fluid gradually exposed as it left behind a small trail of carapace shards and slime.

The battle continued to rage within the dream. The lost kin charged a powerful swing, releasing a flash of steel over the lower body of the arena with the crack of thunder. Yet the knight had already leapt above, wreathing himself in shadow again and crashing downward with an explosive dark descent to send the monster crashing into the wall.

The kin, disoriented by the blow, was swarmed with strikes from the knights blade. Glistening metal cutting small furrows into it's ivory mask and tainted abyssal body. Orange ichor seeped from its wounds, dense tacky slime holding it's flesh together and slowly knitting it closed again as the creature's strength waned with each cutting blow.

It hurled another glob of ichor and leapt above the knight. Yet was immediately countered with a barrage of magic by the knight's abyssal scream. Roaring darkness sending the lost kin crashing to the ground as it's body shook and wavered trying to pull itself up. It could not heal faster then it was receiving damage, virtually falling apart. The knight soon casting his shadow over the weakened monster, standing over it as he raised his blade for the final blow.

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While the knight stood victorious in the abstract realm. The broken vessel had climbed over the sleeping knight's lower body. Feeling their shared warmth as it crooned with approval and brushed away his cloak. Admiring the smooth supple carapace of his impressively strong and premature form. It's exposed orange flesh and fluids dripped over him, rubbing sensually as it quivered with excitement and lust over such a desirable mate. It's hands gripping his firm cheeks, spreading them to marvel at the untainted knight's virgin hole. Vessels did not normally feed or breed. These parts and organs all vestigial, if fully functional. The knight no different, his body pristine and now deliciously vulnerable. The broken vessel's hands gently roamed along his sides and inner thighs as it pulsed with lustful excitement, glazing him with fluids from it's embrace. Sensually exploring it's soon-to-be lover like a prize, yet unable to resist returning to his rump to squeeze handfuls of his firm cheeks. And eagerly brush away it's own cloak as it draped something warm, wet and heavy over his backside with a perverse plap.

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Within the dream, the battle had been won. The lost kin rested on the ground, trembling and exhausted as it nursed it's wounds. The knight stood raising his nail to deal the final blow and end this dream forever. Alien sensations began to run along his body. Droplets of warmth and moisture along his back as phantom fingers intimately trailed over his sides and back again to firmly squeeze his rear. He tensed from the sensation, straightening up with warmth filled his cheeks as he turned his head for only a moment. Looking for an unknown creature he had missed and finding nothing. A sudden weighty wet slap filling the crease of his ass and coating his lower back making him shudder with flushed confusion.

Did he miss a creature it had summoned? Or was this an effect of the dream?? He hastily raised his nail to finish this before more of the mysterious effect could take him.

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The vessel slowly draped itself over it's sleeping sibling, hugging his waist. It's immense oily appendage sliding between his cheeks as rocked it's hips and hissed with pleasure. Streams of warm sticky pre gushed over its sleeping prey with each stroke and grind. It's hips reared back, the light friction of it's sensitive flesh dragging over his slathered rear invoking another flex and quiver as it gushed it's syrupy excitement over his crease and back. It's bloated crown squishing against his untouched hole, pressing against it as his anus slowly caved against the girth and pressure. It gave a shudder of need and desire, to finally claim what it had wanted. Laying it's weight into him as it held the knight tightly and oozed generous lubricant past his rim until the sound of a wet sucking pop. Feeling his tight virgin sphincter stretched around it's glans as it purred with pleasure and poured a dense stream of seminal fluid to coat his bowels in it's shimmering taint. Claiming his purity before the broken vessel hugged his waist tight and planted it's feet. It's urges overwhelming any further desire for restraint. Thrusting with all it's might to force as much of it's massive mutated shaft into him as it could. Needing to claim and ruin him, to mark and shape his insides.

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Just before the knight delivered the finishing blow, sudden intense pain lanced through his backside. Something forcing itself into his rump, straining his entrance to it's limit and staying there. Causing him to lurch and stumble form the intense ache before spinning on his heel to swing at whatever was behind! And yet, there was nothing. It was only him and the kin in here. Something wet and unpleasantly warm pouring into him before another sharp stab from whatever it was forcing it's way much deeper!

The hot sting of the brutal insertion and stress upon his bowels making the knight tilt his head upward with a pained, muted scream. It was sinking itself into him, forcing itself ever deeper with a vulgar squelch as he dropped his nail in shock, holding his belly as he strained against the unseen power prying open his virgin anus in front of the lost kin. The only audible sounds between the oft-silent pair was the wet awkward squish and slurp of an unseen force visibly violating his increasingly gaping rear. Letting the lost kin watch his defenseless hole and insides spread around the intruder as it shuddered with excitement and vigor.

Whatever filled him did so without remorse. Pulling from his insides as his legs quaked, feeling it tug at his walls and straining anus before plunging inward with an obscene squelch. Forcing his hole wide around the invisible entity as it drove deeper each time, raping and shaping his innards around it as he struggled to stay upright. He stumbled from the impact of each thrust, his body throbbed and burned from aggressive stretching and stress of his untouchable assailant. Each withdraw nearly pulling him onto his backside as his knees shook from the sensation and suction of this horror tugging on his increasingly moist insides.

He heard the shifting of the lost kin behind him, looking back and managing to clumsily leap away from it as it lunged forward. The sight and sounds of the knight's violation making it growl with excitement as it watched the young vessel struggle against his unknown lover.

Another sharp thrust into him caused the knight to wince and waver. He wasn't beaten yet, but he struggled to focus his soul energy. Trying to push the agony and burn of this growing fullness to the back of his mind. Ignoring the hot lingering throb of pleasure that followed each plunge and gush of warmth as it dug deeper and deeper into his helpless gut.

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The broken vessel groaned with bliss as it forced more of it's bulbous mutant cock into the sleeping knight. Holding him doggystyle as it drove it's hips into him again and again and filled the chamber with the echoed slaps of wet vigorous sex. Feeling each uneven growth along its shaft pop into him as it stretched his aching rim and poured streams of warm tainted pre-seed into his gut. Savouring the tightness of its new victim as his walls clung to it's shaft, the suction of each withdrawal tugging on his increasingly swollen ring as the monster shaped his insides.

It pressed it's hips inward again, feeling the lecherous squish and slurp of it's mutant shaft forcing itself deeper than the last. It's hands beginning to roam the knight's body as it gently kneaded his sides with intimate delight. Grinding it's pendulous dripping sack into his thighs and trailing it's digits downward brush against his sheathe. Feeling how swollen the young vessel's unprepared cock was beneath the soft carapace as it slowly wriggled a finger into his tight cock-sleeve and toyed with his dormant shaft. Feeling the flex and throb of his member with each drive of it's hips that crushed his prostate and shifted his organs. Forcing the pliable lips of insectoid sheathe to spread around 2 fingers, gradually coaxing his length to peek out with a light string of drooling pre.

A brusque gurgled purr rolled from the vessel's throat, drooling more tainted essence over itself and it's new plaything. Using every firm pump of it's immense writhing dick deeper into him to please, pinch and stroke the knight's reluctant untainted length while it slowly swelled in it's grip. Soon, to the sound of it's drooling grunts and song of wet slurping pops and slaps of rocking hips, a gorgeous cobalt blue cock filled it's hand. Slick with his fluids, gently dripping translucent pre as his knot swelled within the sheathe and rocked against the growing distention in the knight's belly.

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Within the dream the tide had turned. The knight struggled, unable to focus his soul for spells as he was raped by his unknown assailant. The few he cast had barely grazed the lost kin, giving him no quarter as he hardly slowed the creature down.

It seemed more determined than ever. The sight of him in such distress seemed to excite it. Finally, he lured it into one last dark descent, hurling downwards as he pushed the perverse pain and sensations to the back of his mind just long enough to come crashing down in a blast of void.

But the sensations wouldn't stop. On his knees he could feel his body rocking against the relentless trusting. Holding his belly as he shuddered from the soreness, the ramping pressure, the increasingly lewd squishes, and churning slurps within him as whatever it was tried to pound him into the ground through his asshole.

He turned to the edge of the arena, his last chance. Trying to crawl towards it against the onslaught and growing unwelcome pleasure creeping at the edges of this shameful treatment. He hurried, nearly to the edge as he saw the flittering clouds and rays of light just before a clawed hand gripped his leg.

He dug his fingers into the stone, feeling himself pulled from salvation and into the chest of the taller vessel. A powerful arm hugging his chest, holding him firmly against it as it looked down to meet his eyes with it's own flooded with vibrant corruption. A grim reminder of his fate should he fail...

He could feel the intense heat and moisture of it's damp spongy groin against him, audibly squishing as it worked it's generous oozing fluids into his backside. A small distraction from the repeated thrusts clumsily violating him and even now rocking his hips. He could feel it's mass slither and slide, prodding his carapace with some aberrant tentacle as it adjusted itself and he tensed, fearful it would join the other somehow inside him.

Sudden intense heat and slick friction slid between his thighs, the slithering sexual mass spreading his legs as it jutted forward and rose into his vision. He gazed in horror at the heaving bulbous tendril under him, it's raw strength effortlessly lifting him upward as it ground against his crotch and thighs. Smearing it's oily film, sweat and lust into his carapace and loins.

It's cock had warped and corrupted. An immense girthy tentacle glowing a dull yet gorgeous golden amber with every hypnotic lurch and pulse. A network of dark blood vessels under the iridescent flesh trailing downwards through folds and creases or bulging outward with each beat of it's tainted heart. Thick, uneven nodules and growths of rubbery flesh covered it's length with greasy tumors and studs. Ensuring a unique experience with each creeping inch inside of a victim, and something the knight was no-doubt already experiencing.

The towering golden rod spewed globs of amber-white slime as its glans dampened the floor in echoed smatterings and splatters of excitement. It's fluids oozing down the length while a firm swollen bulb at it's base spread his cheeks. A pronounced knot radiating heat as it made itself comfortable supporting his rump and the back of his thighs against the distressingly firm flesh. He could not pull his eyes away from the entrancing horror, trailing his glance downward to just underneath. His pendulous throbbing orbs, dense testes in a moist rubbery sack just as disturbingly beautiful in it's opulent corrupted amber glow. So bloated and heavy with an excessive deposit of tainted seed as they supported and smothered the back of his legs and thighs, smearing him with dripping perspiration from the hot pliable flesh.

To feel and gaze upon such a thing. The carapace of it's crotch must have long-since broken away under the pressure of this depraved virile mass. Altered for a purpose he could not comprehend outside of torture, even as it's luxurious heat suffused his body and sweet and intrusive musk, saturated in an overtone of stewing masculinity, and sweat, stained his sinuses like a fine mulled wine.

It's girth oozed sexual fluid from constant stimulus now that the hypersensitive underflesh was wholly and irreversibly exposed. Saturated in a constant film of rolling juices dripping and splattering over the floor in soft echoes. Every sliver of stimulation no doubt ten-fold to the twisted kin as it embraced him with every intimate inch.

The knight, innocent and pure, knew not of what it was. Not some glorious and perverse tool of pleasure and worship, but to him nothing more than some horrible tendril or bulbous uneven growth born of mutation and twisted intent. Throbbing against his taint as he tensed and shuddered against the strength of this new obscene weapon of the corrupt.

And all of it forced into his vision and senses. The salty sweet scent of musk and infection, it's intense warmth and generous fluids rubbed aggressively into his skin as it husked with shaking breathes of excitement and lust.

He tried to struggle, feeling the pounding of his insides from the unknown. This oddly warm and tender embrace of the lost kin sapping his strength. He shuddered as the creature slowly rocked it's hips, sawing it's immense malformed cock between his hips and milking out a constant drool of arousal to audibly splatter on the floor in front of them while it moaned in his ear.

It's hand trailed down his body, following the phantom touches until it rested at his sheathe. Stirring at the lip of his cock holster and slowly slipping in to brush against his inexperienced maleness.

He writhed against his captor, feeling the alien touch exploring his neglected sex in tandem with the phantom feelings. Gently pinching and rubbing as the unfamiliar sensations and excitement made him tense and buck. Each gentle stroke of it's hips grinding against him, each breath of it's pervasive scent helping to coax out his bashful tool until the tip peaked from it's sheathe. Slowly growing in the lost kin's hand as they softly stroked and squeezed to milk out the gentle trickle of pre over it's larger shaft. It collected it's murky tainted pre, rubbing it into his sensitive length until his gorgeous cobalt blue flesh firmly throbbed between it's fingers. A fine cock for his size, average but pleasing to the eyes. An elegant shaft, tapered and smooth down to the bulge of a knot in his sheathe, straining for release as the knight gripped and pulled at it's arm restraining him.

It began a gentle motion as it held him tight. Working it's palm over his maleness and rolling it's fingers into his sheathe to gently peel back and free a drool of his own sexual juices. Sliding upward again to pinch his tip and make him buck against the great greasy dick spreading his legs and gently sawing against his crotch. A pair of small orbs beginning to expand and present themselves just below his sheathe as his internal testes swelled, responding to the constant pleasures of his peculiar mate.

The knight tensed and strained against the shameful treatment. His body warm with unfamiliar pleasures and rising pressure, the intimate touch of the lost kin mingling with the constant slick pounding of his rear as he arched his back and tensed from the stimulation. His knot slipping free to the cool air and warm tainted ooze of it's maleness making his shaft tingle. It met his gaze as it held him firm, radiant infection seeping from the great throbbing sack protruding from it's skull and dripping over his body.

The fluid oozed into his eyes as he felt his vision blurr. The sudden chemical burn making him wince and struggle as his shaft was massaged against it's own. A buzz in the back of his skull as the corruption tried to invade his mind and dull his thoughts. He tensed and squeezed at it's limb, struggling for mercy as more infection began to drip and dribble. Droplets raining over his cock as the lost kin seized upon it, squeezing and rubbing the concentrated fluid into his untainted flesh as he bucked from the sudden burning sensation that seeped into every inch it touched. Feeling his length squeezed into it's own potent cock, more and more of the radiant taint soaking into him as it tried to infect his body and take control.

The lost kin gave a rumble, it's body shuddering before heaving a low hiss. The knight feeling it's immense greasy shaft pulse and throb, swelling against his rear before gouts of hot syrupy amber-white sperm sprayed across the floor in great jets of seed. Loud splatters matching each heavy throb and groan as it collected the rich semen and slathered it into the knight's own shaft. Smearing it's warm corrupt juices into him as it drizzled him with mixes of purified taint and lust. The hot grunts punctuated by the wet squishes of moist flesh and audible liquid churning of it's overproductive testicles. It's claws digging gently into his regal member, kneading his maleness until he could feel his own fluids added to the slurry of perverse taint they bathed him in. Every thrust of it's hips rubbing it's thick knot against his cheeks, spreading them to massage it's muscle, it's plump rubbery orbs grinding against his thighs as they smeared and scrubbed it's sweat and sex into his carapace.

The grind of the meaty cock inside of him squishing his prostate, abusing his sensitive gland to milk out his own creamy strings of mixed pre as he was held tight to his sibling, intimately massaged as the warmth and slickness of it's turgid aberrant shaft grew more and more pleasing. All while that invasive buzz in his skull and burn along his flesh ate at his will and fortitude.

Through the torment and intimacy, his lost kin encouraging him to give in, the knight could only lament as he felt the cracks in his psyche. Every rocking plunge into him, every stroke of hot burning bliss and pain. No greater shame could come to a knight than to be so readily raped and toyed with. And worse, to feel an inkling of enjoyment from it.

He struggled one last time, wincing as he focused his strength. More corruption dripping onto him as he strained against his intimate sibling. A sudden pain, more intense than ever pressed against his rear. Body tensing with heat as something massive tried to pry him open.

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The broken vessel crooned as it drove it's hips, breeding the unconscious knight outside of the dream. Pumping his gushing cock with each plunge of it's own. Forcing his body to loosen up and accept him with each wet slurp and slap of their hips. Warm streams of it's pre filling him as it's engorged knot kissed at his swollen and abused hole. Smearing it's generous fluids as it gripped his hips and pressed forward. So very eager to finally sheathe itself inside of him.

It neglected his cock, only for a few moments, long enough to grip his hips and pull him back as it thrust with all it's might. The light squeeze of their pressed bodies as it growled and strained, it's monstrous dick visibly stretching the knight's innards before the audible suction and pop. Their hips slapping together as it tied him, forcing his asshole as wide as possible to accommodate it's freakish girth and inescapable knot.

The knight's body jumped, finally, a pain so intense it pulled him from the dream. Raising his head with an abrupt silent scream as he clawed at the stone. His vision hazy as the daze and bind of the dream nail wrestled with his waking mind. He looked back to see the broken vessel inside of him, FEELING the broken vessel inside of him. It's pulsing cock pouring streams of lust into his gut as his legs felt numb and unresponsive.

_The vessel seemed to have little concern for him. Savouring it's knot inside of him for a few moments before bracing itself. Leaning back as it gripped his ass and dug it's claws into his carapace. Another wave of sharp burning pain and dull throbbing flooding through his body with a sickening sucking squelch as the vessel violently tugged it's bloated orb from his gaping rear. Leaving him paralyzed by the agony of his stretched gaping asshole before the beast went right back to work, plunging into him and pounding it's hips before pressing hard and tugging him back until that inevitable degrading pop and aching fullness. _

The air around him began to dull again, the knight shaking his head. Trying to struggle before he found himself pulled back into the dream scape. Back into the room with the lost kin standing over him.

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The mystery of the assailant had been solved, the knight watching his belly stretch with each brutal shove and thrust of the horny vessel in the real world plunging it's cock into him. The lost kin staring at him as he lay on his back, his mind reeling from the shock and discomfort. He had to escape!

His legs were numb from the brutal violation, the broken vessel had only grown more intense in it's breeding now. Every few seconds the knight could feel that immense knot slide into him again, leaving him a shameful swollen cock sleeve for the monster before it would tug out. Waves of bloated soreness and suction leaving him weak as the lost kin draped it's own oily tool over his face.

He tried to shove the undulating flesh away, to tug or push. Only pleasing the lost kin further as the heady odor of sweetness, sweat and musk pervaded his senses and invited unwanted arousal. It was insistent, forcing the thick glans to rub over his mask, spurting globs of it's cloying infected seed to soak and season his senses until it finally found his mouth. A silent protest before the fat glans were forced past his lips to pry his jaw open.

He wanted to be ill, feeling the rubbery head of it's mutated cock filling his maw, scrubbing his tongue with it's smooth texture and flooding his mouth with it's nectarlike sweetness and sharp salty flavor as it moaned above him. That thought-suppressing buzz had returned, his cheeks feeling all too warm as he instinctively swallowed, tasting the virile male stirring itself in his maw and coating his esophagus, probing at the back of his throat as the taste grew more and more appealing.

He gagged on the flow of his eager partner, the constant gush and drool of pre-seed filling his throat as it shifted over him. Swinging it's hips until it's radiant swollen nutsack hung over his face, dripping it's beading sweat as the creature toyed with his own exposed cobalt cock. Now ready, it gently slid more of itself into him as it dominated his senses with the rich odor and raw taste of tainted musk and mutated cock. Too slick to stop, the film of ichor and arousal allowing it to effortlessly slip down his throat as it scrapped his lips and oozed down his jaw. It's girthy writhing mass slowly fed into him with gentle thrusts as it's veiny sack bounced and swayed hypnotically within his vision. Those firm heated orbs engorged with it's excess of seed, eager and ready to fill him with every drop.

He gave a start when something warm danced around his cock, a gentle tongue circling his tip and lapping at the gentle drool of his untainted lust. His sibling soon engulfing his own rod, bobbing and slurping to send him into the throes of pleasure as it swallowed his shaft. It was so hard to focus. The mix of pleasure from that glorious blowjob, the pain of the increasing stretch and abuse of his insides. The intoxicating musk and taste of his sibling's maleness. He could feel the fear and confusion running up his spine as the buzz pulsed again and again. Knowing he was losing himself to these sensations.

He gripped it's thighs, trying to stop the gradual decline of it's hips filling his throat with more indulgent cock. Gradually robbing him of air as the pain and shameful degradation melded into the slurry of confusing pleasure. The wet slurps and gurgles as he strained for any breathe around the contours of the pulsating girth filling his throat. The slick sack smearing his face into it's pliable warmth before ascending just long enough for a single wheeze for his burning chest before plunging downward again to leave him dazed.

Violated from both ends as the corruption seeped and crawled under his carapace, beginning to tease at his chest and groin as he found less and less air filling his lungs. Only adding to the burn inside of him as his mind began to twist and fade...

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He awoke with a heavy gasp, vision blurred as his mind drifted. The real world again! The audible slaps behind him as the broken vessels aggressive breeding was all too real. His body rocked with every thrust, every wince as he felt the knot sloppily work in and out. A trail of sexual juices running down his legs and pooling at his knees from it's relentless passion and jut of every slurp, squelch, plap and pop.

The vicious rutting beginning to feel worryingly good as he weakly pushed back into the pumps, his own cobalt shaft spitting over the floor with every drive of his lover's hips. His breath ragged, body warm. He held his swollen belly, so heavy with it's juices now that it touched the floor, sloshing and shifting with clap of their hips. Looking down to the dull glow shining through his stretched and cracking carapace as the sudden chill of the sight managed to sober his weak and addled mind. The rape was terrible enough, but he was close to losing himself!

One last chance. His nail, his real weapon, was only a few feet away. Ignored by the horny monster. He pulled himself forward, feeling the slick drag of the fat cock within him sucking on his insides. Each inch made his legs quake, so much slick girthy dick pulling from him as the vessel dragged it's claws along his sides teasingly.

His fingers brushed at the handle before firm hands gripped his hips. The vessel tugging him back, feeding all of it's length back into him with a slow groan of bliss. The knight could feel every inch, filling him with unwanted soreness and heat. His claws scraping the floor as they had before as he shuddered in pleasure, feeling his insides squeeze around that all-too-welcome cock until he felt the kiss of that fat knot.

He was helpless, too weak, too horny and flushed to win. His final effort a pathetic kick with his right leg. The broken vessel effortlessly grabbing and forcing it upward, holding his leg under it's arm and pulling him close to enjoy the new position.

His leg suspended, held like a dog. He could only tense and quiver as the broken vessel pumped its hips a few more times. The new position perfect to effortlessly drive it's bloated shaft into him. It's knot pumping in and out as it's engorged sack churned and bloated, prepping it's load before one final firm thrust locked them together.

The knight winced, feeling the last pop, the knot swelling within him. On his belly as he felt the vessel's shaft pulse and writhe, torrents of radiant sperm blasting his insides like a rubbery hose. Every heavy pulse pounding his gut as he winced, watching his belly expand further, the glow growing more prominent as he felt the cracks in his straining carapace. So much sick perverse warmth filling every inch of him as it washed with the soreness, the pump and churn sending shameful waves of hot numbing pleasure through his mind as he struggled against the growing sensations within him.

The room echoed with he dull churn and percolation of dense jellied seed being pumped into him. The vessel's lurch and tug as it savoured defiling this untainted vessel. Holding his leg firm, giving him no escape as it forced more and more and ever more dense sperm into his bowels. Flooding upward through his intestine before he could feel the ooze and drool of it in his stomach. Their breathes heavy as they were joined together through the echoed ripple and pulse of muscle and fluid. Soon unable to hold back the flow as he pumped his hips, struggling with the strain and unwanted pleasure until the drool had become a gurgling jet, volume rising to pack his stomach until he heaved a gout of glowing semen from his lips. The overpowering salty sweet taste staining his tongue, and backwash filling his sinuses before the next. Every dull wince and churn forcing another hot wash of corrupt sperm to erupt from his mouth and loudly splatter over the ground as his mind burned and buzzed, eyes wide as he hit his limit.

Nothing was sacred anymore, being violated, filled through with a monster's sperm. His body stretched and abused before the vessel pumped it's hips, forcing him to rock forward, losing his grip and slipping into the growing pool of cum. His face ground into the mess as his muscles went lax with convulsions and spasms. His cock straining as he felt the sudden release, every ounce of strain erupting from him in hot waves of pleasure as he drowned in the viscous seed of his abuser.

His whole body was hot, almost burning as the corruption crept under his carapace. Every flex and convulsion of his muscles milking out more seed, drinking in more tainted fluids as the heat and pressure built in his loins and chest.

Hard to breath. Every new pump and shudder putting pressure in his chest. Crushing his lungs as he wheezed through damp gargled breathes. Straining through the rolling waves of overstimulation and orgasm as unnatural veins crept through his exposed cock, slowly glowing orange through the gorgeous blue as it milked out another gout of his own sticky sperm. His internal testes were rapidly swelling, bloated, straining against the constrictions of his flexible carapace. So much unbearable heat in his crotch and chest. He had to scratch at it, to strain in the muck of tainted spunk as he felt the slow crack and pop of his shell while his insides swelled with corruption.

He could feel his flesh pushing through under him, first his belly, then the audible cracks as his sheathe began to crumble away from his bloating cock. All he wanted was the pain to end, the pleasure to continue. Needed out of his shell as he pushed back into the vessel, milking it's knotted tool until the pressure forced a seam to form along his perineum. Sweet nectar seeping from the cracks as it squirted and dribbled, pulsing and swelling until he clawed away enough of the shell to expose a gorgeous pair of forming feminine lips. The developing vulva hot and moist with heat as the corruption twisted her body.

The knight's entire form was burning hot, trying to break free. She needed it, needed more pleasure and release. Her mind more and more suppressed by the power of the corruption, the abuse of pleasure and change.

One last chance, one burning hope. As more and more Carapace cracked and broke away, she focused every ounce of willpower left. Her back glowing as mystical filaments of light formed into great shimmering wings. Planting her feet and hands into the stone as she tried to pull away. Activating her mothwing cloak and beating her wings with all her might as she forced as much air into her lungs as possible, bearing the immense stress and pain before the carapace of her bulging chest burst away while she projected herself forward.

Pulling herself from his massive knot with a vulgar sucking pop. Hurling towards her blade as his immense and obscene glowing cock slid from her insides. A massive trail of dense sperm behind her as it erupted from her now-gaping rear thanks to the incredible pressure, leaving an obscene mess as she tumbled and gushed over the floor.

Her nail noisily clanged and bounced across the floor as she fumbled to grip it. Body feeling so heavy now, so uneven. Filled with immense heat and peculiar strength. Her muscles numb, but rapidly responding again as she winced, feeling more vulnerable than ever even as she began to fight away the dull fog within her mind. Finally gripping her weapon and clinging to her training as she rolled to her knees in a weak but functional fighting stance. The monster's seed still drooling down her jaw as she coughed up gouts of glowing sperm and beat back the creeping glow within her eyes.

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Shamed, but not beaten. The knight held her ground, ground that felt slightly smaller than before. Her body feeling so sensitive to the air and temperature as the ooze from her lips speckled her body. Looking down to see how greatly she had been tainted. In the struggle to escape great pillowy breasts had spilled from her chest with a spray of thick corruption and fluid. Warm amber milk now squirting from her fresh mammaries to mingle with the mess of seed on the ground while more and more crumbling carapace fell away to expose slick luminescent amber flesh.

Her own bulbous and mutated cock writhing and spilling seed over the floor, bloated rubbery scrotum quaking with each new load it produced and pushed out of her. Turned from noble warrior into a curvaceous breeder. Her former warrior figure now flowing and gorgeous, glowing with the radiance's corruption with each throb and thrum of her heart. The only carapace eventually left merely decorated her forearms and lower legs like salacious gloves and stockings.

It was hard to think, hard to fight. Her altered and far more fertile body craved more looked over the mess of spilled seed, the mammoth cock of the vessel that had been inside of her. The Broken Vessel looked unsteady, even more broken and corrupted than before. It could hardly stand without something to grip thanks to the immense amount of body mass weighing down it's front. Even in her new sexual and feminine form she should be able to win...To cover her new flesh with armor or cloth. All was not lost.

Yet a familiar caress drew her attention, sending warmth through her when it should send dread. That heavy buzz in her mind making her vision blur a moment as she winced and fought it back. The ghostly figure of the Lost Kin behind her, hugging her midriff and gently caressing her new leaky breasts as her body shuddered with delight. The nail was still active, still pulling her between realms as she tried to resist.

Each time she tried to shift away, to escape it's grip of swat at it's grip. It would 'strike' from another angle. Caressing her new body, eliciting more and more pleasure as she groaned and shivered. Her body begging for more even as her mind tried to push back. It's lips meeting her and forcing an enthralling kiss and made her legs weak and folds drool gentle nectar. The more she resisted the more tenderness and intimacy he reciprocated. Making the newly infected vessel feel every new avenue of pleasure with her fresh fertile body. The figure only growing more clear as she backed away or trembled out a moan of pleasure. Squirting her seed or leaking milk as it's firm hands gripped and squeezed.

Soon a full and clear figure of the handsome vessel stood before her. Her last hope to find and try her nail as her heart pounded and cheeks burned. Hardly able to focus as she wrestled with the last fibers of her mental fortitude not to give into this utter bliss.

Yet soon she bumped into something solid, something warm. Powerful arms gripping her midriff once more as she realized she had been backed into the broken vessel.

The Lost's lips embraced hers once more, making her head spin as she was lifted upward to her feet by the Broken. It's immense shaft slapping against her thighs as it adjusted and jutted it's hips. It's bloated tip squishing against the folds of her virgin lips as her body lost what was left of her strength in a trembling wave of heated pleasure. Her willpower fading under the curtain of tainted light creeping at her vision as he brutally thrust inward, piercing her folds and stretching out her virgin pussy in searing waves of mindcrushing euphoria.

She came, quivering around the monstrous cock loudly squelching into her body as her feminine nectar sprayed around his shaft and down her thighs. The Lost gingerly gripping her mutated member as he gently coiled it with his own. Pumping and frotting in a mess of cum and sweat as he loomed gently over her, a protector, a lover.

The last of her womanhood developed around the aggressive pistoning of the Broken's length. Feeling her ovaries form in time for him to hiss and grunt, prying open her cervix as his shaft began to undulate and rubbery sack pulled tight. Pumping her full of his seed once more, Packing her pliable womb with his essence, impregnating her as she shuddered in bliss. Her form shuddering in broken harmony as her eyes shimmered with glimmering radiance. More, needed to make more.

The dull glow in her mind locked her between the two worlds. Rocked on the Broken Vessel's turgid cock and lovingly pleasured by the Lost Kin.

The knight, the last hope, now new trophy for the radiance. Another body twisted to his service in mockery of the pale king. A new breeder that would make for him many twisted pets to do his bidding and spread his luscious pleasure. She was fertile, strong, productive. This was where she belonged as her master's new hivemother and concubine.