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Alkario had taken hold of other bodies before. He'd dominated them, erased their will, reduced them to a drooling husk, and used what remained to serve his immortal will.

Max wasn't like other bodies. His consciousness was still there, still awake inside his head. At first, Alkario thought of this as a minor annoyance as a result of his mercy.

But within just a few moments of seizing the new body, he changed his mind. He could feel the husky's love and devotion, nestled close to his soul, embracing it. He still had full and total control of the husky's corrupted body - Max's consciousness was utterly subservient to him, and he could assert total control effortlessly.

But by allowing his faithful disciple to share this body, he found that his thrall had... ideas.

The husky's mind was open to him. His lack of resistance even extended to reading his shared thoughts, scanning his memories. He was an open book, and the demon Alkario was all too eager to do some reading.

One thought stood out among the rest. A recurring, delicious desire - something Alkario found himself naturally interested in. With a little probing, the husky was soon wearing his Master's wide, toothy smile.

A vixen. Another slave, another pet, who would accept her place eagerly at his feet. A fine addition to his harem, if he would only show her the depth of her desires.

Alkario was out in the streets once more. Bells of alarm had begun to ring as his hoard of imps began to spread their corruption through the city.

Max knew the way to the brothel, so Alkario knew the way. He walked at a leisurely pace, humming as the town around him began to fill with the moans and whimpers of corruption taking root.

He pushed the door open, and felt the looks of the brothel all turn to him. Fear filled their eyes, something that caused the husky's quiet consciousness to squirm slightly.

Worry not, Alkario reassured him. The fear would soon pass, and in its place, he would leave nothing but mindless bliss.

Alkario's smile widened slightly as Max's nervous corner of their mind quieted into worshipful thanks, and the possessed husky strolled casually through the brothel and up to where he knew his pet was waiting.

"Max?" Arya called as he opened the door to her private room. His eyes hovered over her body, wearing little more than a night gown, as she watched him with uncertain eyes.

"It's me, Arya." He reassured her. Alkario allowed him another sliver of control, as he approached her. She flinched as he ran a few gentle fingers down her waist to her hip.

"Max, did you do this?" She asked.

"Shhh. Relax." He shushed her. Her eyes stayed on his, studying his confident, familiar smile.

He brought a hand to stroke under her chin, and she lunged and bit down on his fingers.

His smile only curled a little more, as he pushed her jaws open with delicate strength, and stroked his fingers gently over a fang. She shivered at the familiar sensation.

Though his fur was black and purple and his eyes glowed red, he was still Max. Her Max. Her Master.

She pulled away weakly as he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist.

"Tonight, you will be mine." He said, staring deep into her eyes as her heart began to race. He leaned in closer, and whispered in her ear. "And then, you will be everyone's."

Her heartbeat quickened. Max gave her no further explanation, simply pulling her along to their bed.

Alkario could see it all her hidden desires that only Max knew. Things she had to keep tucked away, things nobody else could know about.

But under Alkario, she could be free. She could be what she wanted to be more than anything else. A vixen. A whore. A toy for anyone to use. A perfect mate for the fennec-turned-husky demon to pump load after corruptive load into.

She tried to pull away again, and Max pulled her roughly onto the bed and pinned her there. He stared calmly into her eyes, and she trembled and flapped her wings weakly into the bed.

Max knew how she wanted it, but it was Alkario's will driving him forward as he began to bind her tightly. Her arms and legs were locked into a bitchsuit, the green collar around her neck tightened and leashed.

"Max." She whispered. "What are you going to do?"

Her breath was quick and shallow, but she only felt the faintest anxiety. Max knew what she wanted, more than anyone. She knew, deep down, that he'd never allow her to come to harm.

This wasn't just play. It wasn't a moment of indulgence, and then right back to pretending to be just another fox. This was giving her what she really wanted. What she needed.

Max tugged the leash, and she whined softly.

"Good girl." He growled. "You don't need to speak. You'll do as you're told, and if you need something, you can lick my paws to get my attention. Understand?"

She looked up at him, searching his face. It was still Max.

She swallowed, and nodded.

With a yank of her leash, she yelped and thudded onto the floor with a frantic, instinctual flapping of her wings. He dragged her along by the leash, leading her in a circle around the room as she struggled to keep up.

It took a few laps for her to adapt to her new posture, crawling on her knees and elbows, balancing herself with her wings and her tail. She panted as Max stopped her, and crouched beside her to run a clawed finger down her back. She gasped as a ripping sound filled the room.

Her nightgown fell to the floor beneath her as the demonic husky dragged his claw through the thin material with ease. She shivered at her exposed state.

"Max, I-"

Two fingers slid up into her exposed slit, and her words melted into a needy moan. She was soaking wet.

"Someone's excited." He said. She opened her mouth to speak up, only for his two soaking fingers to be pushed deep into her mouth.

She squirmed and sucked them clean, as Max chuckled.

"I own you. Master Alkario owns you. So I get the first dibs." He explained.

He stood up and walked around behind her, and she craned her neck to try and follow him. Abruptly, a hand roughly gripped her tail and yanked it up, hard. The whimpering moan she let out was animalistic and wanton, and very fitting of her new, lower status.

"Don't deny this is what you've always wanted." Max growled as he lined himself up with her entrance. "Don't even pretend. Alkario can sense your desires, and realize them."

She squirmed and wriggled in her bitch suit, as the black-furred husky lifted her halfway off the floor by her tail. It was painful, but stoked a growing sense of wonderful helplessness within her that made pain turn to pleasure.

Max's cock - or Alkario's cock, depending on how you looked at it - was unbearably hot. Arya could feel its shape inside her as Max pushed his way in. She could feel every searing point of contact.

Max yanked her tail again, and began to fuck her properly. She was holding herself up by her front elbows as Max bounced her on his knotted dick.

Her eyes rolled up as the intensity of the situation became too much. Bound as she was, the best she could do to resist her Master's lust was to harmlessly flap her wings, or crawl forward with her elbows. It only took a firm tug on her tail and a threatening growl to yank her back into her place and keep her there.

Finally, with one last tug and a howl of conquest, Max pressed his knot against his entrance and pushed until it popped into place. Arya gasped and whimpered as she felt his dick throbbing inside her, flooding her with corrupted seed.

Her body tingled. It was more than just the intense, submissive pleasure of being so thoroughly dominated. She could feel the cum inside her changing her more and more with every spurt.

The heat inside her began to grow, as she began to pant and drool onto the floor. It swelled up more and more, until it finally seemed to ignite something within her, and she came hard around Max's knot.

There was only the briefest sensation of satisfaction before the hot feeling returned, stronger than before. She panted heavily and whimpered as she recognized the sensation - heat.

Max pulled out and let her slump to the floor. She had a moment to rest, and enjoy the feeling of seed leaking from her. It wasn't long before she began to ache with need.

In less than a minute, she pushed herself back onto her knees and turned around to face her Master. He sat on the bed, looking down at her with a wicked smile, waiting to see what she would do as the heat continued to gnaw at her. She needed more.

She crawled forward and licked at his feet, whimpering and rubbing her thighs together.

"Goooood girl." Maxkario growled. "You want more. You've always wanted more."

He gave her leash a sharp tug that turned her needy whine into a yelp.

"... And to be less."

She moaned in agreement. It was all true. She couldn't hide her desires from Alkario, nor could she resist his offer to finally succumb to them. She could feel herself letting the corruption take root, and it felt right.

Max stood and pulled her along, out of his room and into the brothel proper. She crawled eagerly after him as he led her down into the main floor, where his patrons sat, anxiously silent at his approach.

"The Dark Lord has returned." Max announced. "His reign is eternal, and inevitable."

A terrified silence hung in the air, as everyone in the room glanced between Max and his drooling, panting pet.

"This is cause for celebration." Max growled, his eyes flashing a bright red. "Come partake in your desires. Come drink from the fountain, and revel in your Master's return. Come and indulge."

His eyes flashed again, planting the seed of corruption in everyone in the brothel. All around the room, pants began to tent, and eyes lingered longer and longer on Arya.

Max pushed her forward, and she obediently crawled to the center of the room, tail hiked, need on display. She could smell the lust in the air.

It only took one person finally giving in. A cat stumbled forward, tearing his clothes away and pushing his already hard dick into Arya's needy entrance. The whole brothel stirred with movement, as staff and patrons alike let their lust get the better of them.

Ayra had drifted off. She let herself be picked up and placed in the lap of anyone who wanted her. She moaned like a whore for them all, and each new load in any of her holes helped quench the heat inside her just a little bit more.

Max, too, was busy spreading the corruption. Everyone he pulled off his dick had a new glint of red in their eyes, and a thirst for more.

And yet, his eyes never left her. She could feel him, watching her, tending to her. Ensuring her complete and total surrender, her complete and total corruption.

Every time she felt her heat just begin to be sated, she would feel him pull her into his lap, push his way back inside her, and pump another corruptive load deep into her. Her heat would return in force, he'd whisper a "Good girl." into her ear, and she'd go back to being passed around like the toy she was.

She had lost any sense of time or space. She was like an animal, acting purely on a overwhelming instinct to breed. Her trance-like state lasted well into the night, until she eventually gained enough meagre awareness to blink herself awake.

She was exhausted and sore. Her head was laying comfortably on Max's lap, and she was lapping placidly, lazily, at his sheath.

All around her, the orgy seemed to have wound down. Everyone in the brothel was laying in little heaps, each sporting a new, dull, red glow in their eyes. She had spread her Master's corruption well, she thought with pride.

"Enjoyed yourself, my pet?" Max asked, scratching behind her ears.

She gave him a few eager licks in response.

"Alkario plans to keep you in his harem, when his victory is complete. You should be proud." He said, warmly. "And my, look at this."

She felt a small prick of pain as Max pulled a feather from her wing and lifted it before her eyes. A toothy, jagged grin spread across her face, and she huffed with arousal and pride.

It was jet black.