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Teryx frowned, coming to a halt as he noticed an antique shop. He'd never seen the place before, though it was right around the corner from where he lived -- and the odd ebbs and flow in mana around the building indicated to the rain dragon that it hadn't been there before.

Perhaps even stranger was the fact that everyone else in the area didn't seem to find anything wrong with it. They didn't even notice it. Only the magically sensitive creatures even gave it a second glance, which meant something was _wrong_about it, and it was close enough to the area Teryx considered his territory that the dragon decided to check it out.

Once he entered, though, everything seemed... normal. No remarkable, hidden magic that he could sense; at most, some objects were faintly enchanted. An old, leathery woman stood behind the counter, flashing him a knowing smile as he stepped in. "You must be Involis," she said. Her voice was a creepy whisper, almost seeming to echo in on itself.

Teryx had shot her a slightly annoyed glance. "No, I'm not. And drop the illusion magic."

Startled, the old lady blinked -- and abruptly the old, wrinkled appearance faded away, replaced instead by the grinning visage of a young man. "Can't fool a dragon, eh?"

"No," Teryx answered shortly. "What are you doing here? This place is under my protection."

"I'm just trying to do business, man," he shrugged. "Haven't you heard? Mysterious antique shops are in this year -- Very good for fulfilling ancient prophecies and the like. Some mage circles pay good money for us!"

"I don't particularly care," Teryx replied bluntly. He picked a snowglobe in one of his hands, examining it curiously; flecks of mana sparkled inside of it, giving the little environment inside an appearance of rain. The dragon couldn't help but smile slightly. "Are you going to cause trouble? Because I live here, and I'm not sure I want to deal with the aftermath of a Primordial summoning or whatever else your prophecy involves."

"Oh, no, no. This is just a pretty standard demonic awakening," the man told him cheerfully. Then he frowned, glancing at his watch. "The Chosen One is late, though. That doesn't make sense."

"Late?" Teryx rose a brow. Prophecies weren't infallible, but they were certainly difficult to break -- and it was rare for them to be broken before they even began.

"Yes, late," the man told him. He was pulling out drawers, double-checking paperwork, pushing stacks of books off of his table in search of something. Teryx could only stare in bemusement until the man finally held up a piece of paper, triumphant. "Aha! See? Three o'clock in the afternoon exactly, one Involis, elven warrior. You wouldn't happen to be an elf, would you?"

Teryx quirked a brow.

"Okay, dumb question -- oh shit. I was supposed to be one dimension over. Okay, I can still fix this, but first you need to get out of here. Go on, shoo." The man had hurried around the counter and was pushing insistently at the dragon, who began to move after a moment of useless shoving.

"Hold on, your snowglobe--" he started.

"Take it! Just go," the man insisted. With a final, forceful push, he managed to get the dragon out and the door shut -- and the building faded hurriedly out of existence.

Teryx blinked, shaking his head, and looked down at the snowglobe. Then his eyes widened.

What had been a mere pitter-patter of rain and flecks of mana had turned into a storm. The energy inside was raging, throwing itself against the walls of the globe -- and right as the dragon looked down at it, it abruptly shattered. A powerful bolt of energy jolted into Teryx's arm, and the dragon grimaced, dropping what was left of the globe.

"Ow," he hissed, dropping what was left of the globe. His arm was painfully sore, and it didn't seem to feel much better no matter how much of his magic he diverted to it. He glared at his hand, then at the remnants of the snowglobe on the ground. Sighing, the dragon muttered to himself. "Okay, Teryx, no more mysterious antique shops for you."

Oh, I don't know about that. A voice purred in his mind. Teryx's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. I'd say that went pretty well. For me, anyway.

Who are you? Externally, Teryx tried to stay calm; he began the walk back towards his apartment. He had some herbs and tools there he could use to expel any foreign presences in him, but he needed to make sure whatever it was inside of him didn't realize that fact.

It was easy enough to figure out what had happened; more than likely, the snowglobe he'd picked up had been a disguised soul trap. The things were rare, and were most commonly used to seal away powerful demons that could not be destroyed. Which, of course, was bad news for him.

Me? I am Bosurath, it replied. There was a mental smirk that accompanied the words, and Teryx tried to ignore the growing pit of worry in his stomach -- the odd sensation that told him that the demon somehow knew what he was planning. He didn't recognise the name.

Let me rephrase. What are you? Teryx suppressed a growl that threatened to erupt from his throat. Intimidation wouldn't work with a foe like this.

Call me... a friend. Whatever the presence was, it didn't seem particularly inclined to elaborate any more.

Right. Well, you're a friend I'd rather not have inside my head, so leave or I will be forced to make you. He was at his apartment door now. The dragon fumbled for his keys, pulled the door open after a moment's hesitation -- there was a lot of damage a demon could do with the equipment he had inside. Nothing on a particularly wide scale, but there was always a risk...

No, he couldn't worry about that now. He needed the opalite seeds and distilled water, maybe some herbs picked under the full moon... he kept a small stock of reagents for situations like these, but it wasn't something the dragon was particularly experienced in. His own magic was sufficient for most problems.

I'm reaching for the thaumium, Teryx abruptly realized. He'd been working with his right hand, and didn't notice his left moving under its own will and reaching for an herb that would have ruined the potion. Eyes widening, Teryx threw himself back; thaumium was a _dangerous_mineral to work with, and tended to sap casters of their mana, reducing any resistance they might have to foreign influences.

Clever dragon. The voice in his head chuckled, and Teryx's eyes narrowed as he tried to move his errant hand.

It didn't budge.

Teryx tried to quell his growing panic, biting back any vocal reaction he might have had. This... he could still deal with this. He still had control over the rest of his body; even if his hand fought him most of the way, it couldn't stop him from--

The dragon let out a muffled gasp, then, at the feeling of something suddenly teasing open his genital slit. His left hand -- the hand Bosurath controlled -- was suddenly sliding against the sensitive flesh, a single finger pushing into the fold. What are you doing?!

Mm, I always did like you dragons... Bosurath purred inside his head. He could already feel a certain pressure building within his vent. The hand he controlled was skilled; it kneaded at the sides of his slit, gently coaxing, teasing. In spite of himself, Teryx bit his lip. Part of the dragon welcomed the growing heat. Such powerful, supple bodies... So much magic to play with. And look at you! So sensitive that your body is quivering in heat just from fingers teasing you open. I'm going to have a lot of fun with this body once it's mine, I can tell.

Y-you can't do that! Teryx's was shuddering, in spite of himself -- his body was incredibly sensitive, and even the slight touch of a finger against the pulsing cock starting to push out of his vent was enough to make him whimper. The rain dragon shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, but the demon controlling his arm only responded by forcing a finger in far enough to tease the base of his cock, the underside of his shaft. S-stop!

Why? Bosurath seemed amused, if anything, by Teryx's distress. You're enjoying this... and so am I. Give me one good reason to stop.

I-I won't banish you. It was the only thing Teryx could think of -- the only thing that would get the demon to stop. The dragon felt his face flush with embarrassment at the fact that he'd resorted to just giving in; it was just a temporary measure at best, but he didn't want to be reduced to a trembling mess in the middle of his own home.

Besides, he clearly needed a different solution. It was... too easy for the demon to interfere, he convinced himself.

For now, he'd have to pretend everything was normal.

---

Everything is normal, Teryx told himself, gritting his teeth. He was seated at a corner booth in the middle of a restaurant, and the rain dragon was silently relieved he'd had the foresight to pick a booth. He'd been expecting Bosurath to get mischievous in the middle of the night; surprisingly, however, the demon had kept to himself.

Now that he was out in public, on the other hand...

Stop that, Teryx snapped mentally. He shuddered -- underneath the table, his cock was sitting at full mast. Bosurath had unzipped his pants almost as soon as he'd sat down. Worse still, every throb of his shaft was enough for the organ to nudge the underside of the table, smearing precum against it. His left hand toyed with the base of his cock, rubbing slow circles into the sensitive meat. It took everything he had not to let out a moan.

"Is everything alright, sir?" A waiter poked his head into the booth. It was a handsome sergal, and though Teryx would never admit it, he was part of the reason he frequented this restaurant. "Do you have an order ready yet?"

"Y-Yeah, everything's fine." Bosurath's hand -- no, his hand -- was squeezing at his cock, giving it a gentle, playful stroke from base to tip. If he could only glare at the demon... the movement had to be obvious! He could even see the way the waiter was glancing at his left hand, eyes traveling down the dragon's chest-- "Gah! I mean, uh, I-- just give me my usual?"

Apparently soothed by Teryx's pleading look, the sergal gave him a charming grin. "Whatever you say, sir," he winked.

I think he likes you. Bosurath, still in control of Teryx's hand, ran it along the underside of the dragon's cock. It made the dragon clench his remaining hand against the wood of the table. Fuck, but that hand knew what it was doing; it even teased his slit, sliding along the open edges near the base of his cock. Don't think I didn't feel the way your cock throbbed when he looked at you. You actually like doing this in public, don't you? You pervert.

Shut up! Teryx frowned, fighting the blush that threatened to swallow his face. There was a part of him that enjoyed it -- the thrill of doing something so damning in public. All it would take was someone to glance the wrong way, and he would be caught, and yet...

And yet, he almost wanted to be caught. Teryx shook his head, trying to banish the thought, yet the idea of the sergal finding out what he was doing, finding out just how little control he had over his own body -- he could feel his body reacting to that idea, the heat rising inside of him.

Imagine if you just bend him over this table and pound him, Bosurath suggested. You're a strong dragon, you know. You could make him beg for your cock, or just force him down on the table and rut him...

Teryx had to stifle a growl that threatened to rise from deep within his throat -- this time, one of lust. Already, the rain dragon could picture pinning the sergal down on the table; he wouldn't be able to fight back, not against a dragon. And if he cast the right spells, the sergal would be begging for his cock...

He felt a hand caress his balls, and he let out a soft groan. Glancing down, his eyes widened slightly -- when had he reached down with his other hand? His left hand was wrapped gently around his shaft, slowly stroking his shaft, and now his right hand was massaging and fondling his sac, rolling his balls around playfully...

"Here's your food, sir," the sergal suddenly said, popping his head in -- and Teryx blushed, abruptly hunching over the table.

"A-aah!" The dragon winced a bit -- that had sounded too much like a moan. It had been a moan, in fact; he'd just tried to cover it up as a gasp of pain... not particularly successfully. "J-just leave it on the table, thank you. I'll get to it. Stomach's acting up."

"I see." The waiter sergal smiled at him -- _god_that was a handsome smile, and he wanted so badly to fuck it -- and left after placing a bowl of seafood chowder onto the table. Teryx let out a sigh of relief, leaning back into his chair. That whole time, his hands had continued to squeeze and stroke.

Especially when the sergal had smiled at him. Teryx shuddered at the memory of the way his hands had both squeezed around his cock, like a warm passage around his shaft; it had taken all his effort then not to thrust eagerly into his palms. He could only imagine what the sergal's reaction might have been.

You are a dragon, Bosurath said. Strong, powerful... you deserve the worship of a lesser being, do you not?

It doesn't matter whether I do or not, Teryx defended. He ignored the part of him that said yes, that told him to bend that sergal over and fuck him until he screams for your cock. There was an odd... an odd taint to his thoughts, and a mist in his mind that made it difficult for him to think properly. All sapient creatures deserve... a basic level of respect.

If you say so. Something about Bosurath's mental voice seemed... smug, there, almost as if the demon had won. Teryx frowned, trying to pinpoint anything he'd done that was strange; sure, he'd grabbed his own cock and stroked it under the table, but... that was... that was just him getting too horny, surely.

The demon couldn't be getting control over more of his body. He was a dragon. He wasn't so easily controlled.

Shaking his head, Teryx moved to stand up and get away from the restaurant. He needed to walk, needed to think, and he couldn't do it with the sergal around distracting him with dirty thoughts. He needed to compare his behavior now to the way he acted before and work out of the demon had somehow managed to wrest more control of his psyche than he was aware of --

Oh.

He couldn't get up. His cock was still throbbing, aching for attention and release -- and from experience, Teryx knew that it would be quite some time until it went down... if he waited for it to go down on its own, anyway.

The alternative, of course, was that he could make it go down. By giving himself release.

Exactly. Bosurath's voice was amused. What will the great dragon do, I wonder, now that his need is too great to hide?

Teryx grit his teeth. Only because it's necessary.

His right hand snuck again beneath the table. The rain dragon leaned as casually back against the seat as he could, his chest heaving slightly as his hormones and need burned inside of him; his cock was throbbing, exposed to the air underneath the table. Carefully, he slid a finger under his cock -- and he had to hold back a hiss of pleasure. Instead, he let out a hot breath of air, shaking his head slightly.

Why... Why am I so sensitive? Teryx bit his lip. If there was one thing good about the sensitivity, though, it was that the dragon couldn't stop even if he wanted to. It felt too good to stop; waves of pleasure ran through his frame, and Teryx was almost certain someone would glance over and ruin his fun. They would surely be able to see the way his chest was heaving for breath, the drops of sweat slowly dripping from his brow, the way he grit his teeth as he slid his grip along the length of his cock...

But there was nothing. No one noticed, or if they did, then no one cared.

Call it a bonus. Bosurath's response was smug, and Teryx would have let out a snarl if it weren't so likely to bring attention to him. Instead, he closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of the hand sliding along his cock. He needed to do this quickly, that was all. He needed to be quick about it so no one would see him-- "Ah!"

Mortified, Teryx opened his eyes, and let out a relieved sigh when no one seemed to be paying attention to the way he'd yelped. Then he glared at the offending hand that had caused it in the first place. Bosurath had used the hand to reach down between the dragon's legs and tease his tailhole, prodding playfully at the entrance -- he'd even stolen a bit of rain magic to make the fingers slick with lube, allowing it to slide easily into Teryx's hole.

He was so sensitive. He could feel his fingers slowly sliding in and out of him, pressing against his prostate. To think the demon was doing this to him, out in the middle of a restaurant...

For all the strength and power of dragons, we demons are greater still. Bosurath's mental voice carried with it the intonation of a smirk. Ah, if I had my own body right now... I would have you pinned beneath me, my dear dragon. I would watch you moan and scream for pleasure as I fucked you, my cock sliding into your hole and tainting you with demonic seed. It is a pity I cannot do so... but this will have to do for now.

His fingers pushed themselves even deeper into his ass, and Teryx grit his teeth together tightly to avoid the moan that threatened to escape. It wasn't even the physical pleasure of the moment that got to him -- it was the demon's dominance, the fact that it was so easily controlling a part of his body, that it was making him do these things that he would never do.

The worst part was how close he was from it. He could feel the cum churning inside of his balls, ready for him to let loose with his seed; all he needed to do was to reach down and grab his cock.

But he didn't. Whether because the demon took control of both his hands or simply because he didn't want to, Teryx didn't know. All he knew was that he sat there in the booth, finger-fucking himself, panting heavily as his orgasm began to build.

And then he came. Teryx tried to reach out with his magic, he really did; he could have caught all of it and left without making a mess. Instead, however, he sat back and let out a soft, panting moan as his hips jerked up into the air, and streaks of his cum landed on the underside of the table and dripped onto the floor.

Breathe.

Teryx let out a shaky breath after a moment, staring at the mess he'd made. He could clean it up. He could.

But think about it. Leaving that mark of yours there for that sergal to clean up... you'd be marking him with your scent in a way, wouldn't you? Bosurath teased.

Teryx shuddered, shaking his head. "I need to get away from all of this," he muttered to himself, and left.

---

The moment he got back into his apartment, Teryx collapsed back into his bed, stripping himself of all his clothes. There was a noticeable stain in the trousers he'd worn -- his own seed. The dragon had been able to hide it with some illusory magic, but it didn't change the fact that he'd been terribly exposed.

Because of Bosurath.

And you enjoyed it.

Teryx frowned. He had, to a degree, but... how much of that was him? How much had Bosurath influenced him, really? He knew now that the demon had managed to invade his psyche, but he didn't know how much of his personality had been compromised.

Get up.

Teryx shuddered. There was that thrill of arousal again -- the desire to follow along with what the demon was saying, not because the demon could control his entire body, but because... because some part of him wanted to be under the demon's control. It would be so much easier...

Much easier... Bosurath hissed to him.

...So much easier if he just handed control of his body over to the demon. The thoughts that it fed him, the ideas, the fantasies that spawned in so much detail in his mind -- he would be able to fulfil all of them, albeit under the demon's control.

Stop it, Teryx told himself -- but he was already getting out of bed, pulling the sheets away. Stop. This is the demon's control -- you must resist.

He stepped out of the room.

Resist it!

Teryx tried to force his legs to stop -- but they kept carrying him onwards, towards the room where he kept all his magical reagents. The worst part of it was that he didn't know if it was him submitting to the demon, or if Bosurath had wrested control of his body.

This is my body. Who knows what he'll do with it if he takes control? It was the wrong thing to say to encourage himself to resist -- Teryx immediately flashed back to the restaurant scene, except this time he pictured a dark chuckle escaping from his lips as he pinned that sergal down over the table, forcing his cock into him. He would fuck him until the sergal _begged_for more, and then he would leave him, belly full of draconic seed and an aching, unsatisfied cock.

He opened the cupboard. Lich dust. Liverwood leaves. Ground thaumium.

This is your last chance to fight back, Bosurath said, a low chuckle sounding in the dragon's mind. What will you do?

Teryx did nothing.

His body mixed the thaumium, lich dust, and extracted the juice from the liverwood leaves. It formed an inky, black paint that he used to paint a strange symbol onto the ground, a symbol that spiralled in on itself endlessly -- a demon's mark, Teryx realized faintly. It was as though he was thinking from somewhere far away. Too far for him to reach back out to his body. Too far for him to want to.

Then he reached out into the center of the mark with both of his hands.

Pulse your magic into my mark, Bosurath told him.

It was only when he did so -- rain magic pouring out of his fingers and into the demon's swirling, hypnotic mark -- that he came to his senses.

W-wait!

Too late, my draconic friend, Bosurath told him, a short laugh echoing in his head. Then he felt his mana pouring forcefully out of him, and Teryx staggered backwards. He watched in alarm as the mana coalesced into the form of a dragon even taller than he was, with sharp edges to his jaw and eyes. There was an odd wisp to the demon, almost as if he was composed of particularly solid smoke.

"You're already mine," Bosurath grinned. It was a wicked smile.

Teryx got up to run.

Before he could, however, he felt a large presence tackle him -- a strong body pin him into the ground. The demonic dragon laughed as he held Teryx's hands behind his back, a thick, dripping black cock pushing against the dragon's ass. "You've already given in to me, you know," Bosurath told him. "Why make this harder on yourself?"

Teryx grit his teeth and clawed at the ground, trying to pull himself away. "You are a demon."

"And all I desire from you is a body of my own." Bosurath's voice was a strange, seductive growl -- and Teryx felt his body respond. Even with the demon outside of him, it seemed almost as though his body wasn't entirely his own.

Not anymore, at least.

The rain dragon groaned softly, trying to claw at the ground. He had to at least put some effort into getting away, he told himself. Even if it amounted to nothing. Even if that thick black cock pressing against his ass felt good. It was warm -- almost hot, even, sliding easily along the crack of his ass while the demon growled above him...

Did you think I was no longer in your body? Teryx heard a voice in his head -- and froze. You are mine, dragon. That form is simply a projection. We are in a battle of wills, you and I; that is all that spell was. And it seems that you are losing.

Teryx was dimly aware that he was. The pleasure that shook his mind weakened his willpower, draining him of the urge to fight. He couldn't even remember why he'd been trying to fight, only that it was important that he do so -- yet as he stared at his arm, willing it forward to grip the wood and pull him forward, it did nothing.

There was a warmth spreading inside of him -- a heat, really, a need that burned in his loins and spread slowly to the rest of his body. He could feel it creeping over him, and as it did, Teryx found that he could no longer command his body.

His legs stopped responding first, spreading themselves wide for the demon rather than springing away like he was telling them to. Then it was his hips, humping against the ground as though desperate for even the smallest hint of pleasure. Then his torso, his back arching as though in desperate pleasure, his defined ass pushing back against Bosurath's cock. He'd already lost control of one arm, and now the other reached down for his cock, giving it a teasing, playful stroke...

And then he spoke. "Fuck me."

This time, Teryx knew it was against his own will. A small, needy whimper left the dragon's throat; his hand had left his cock, clutching instead at the ground desperately, and for a moment the dragon almost wanted it back. It had felt so good... But those weren't his words, damn it. The demon inside of him had taken control of his lips, but it made him look like little more than a common whore, begging for his projection to fuck him.

That was what Teryx told himself, anyway -- his mind had blurred on what actions were his own and what the demon was controlling. Could he really deny this, when there was an incredible pleasure rolling through his body? Was there a line between his actions and the demon's, when Teryx so badly wanted to submit himself to Bosurath and let the demon take him fully?

"Why don't you beg a little louder?" The demon leaned in, whispering against Teryx's ear. "Tell me how much you want me to own you... to _possess_you."

"Please," Teryx heard himself say. There was no denying the need in his voice. He felt his legs spread, his hips push up against the demon's cock. The rain dragon's own shaft had long since pushed itself out of his genital slit, and now was pressing against the ground, leaking copious volumes of precum. The air was filled with the scent of musk -- his own musk, Teryx dimly realized, but at the same time it seemed tinged with the smell of corruption. "Fuck me. I-I need..."

"You need my seed," Bosurath rumbled. His voice alone was enough to spark terrible need within Teryx's body -- a heat that could not be quenched unless he was filled. Whether that was his own need or a need the demon had planted within him Teryx didn't know, but at this point, he wasn't sure if he cared. "You need me to fill you with my cock... to take you, and to make your body mine."

Teryx moaned.

Bosurath's cock slid into him -- effortlessly, Teryx noticed, almost as if even his hole was now under the demon's control. It allowed the thick cock entry, and it slid slowly past the rim of muscle around his entrance and into that tight, warm passage. It pulsed inside of him once, throbbing with need, and then the demon began to move.

Teryx's body was reacting and moving entirely against his will, pushing his ass back up against the demon's cock. He felt every muscle tremble and tense every time Bosurath pulled back, as though his body couldn't stand to be separated from the demon's member; every time he pushed back in, however, his cock jerked and he whimpered out his need. He was being marked as the demon's belonging -- as nothing more than a body for Bosurath to wear -- and he was enjoying it, even trapped in his own mind the way he was. He wasn't sure if he'd act any different if he'd been free.

Either way, he wasn't given a choice. Bosurath grunted and growled as he pounded the dragon beneath him, and Teryx could do little more than submit to the demon. His cock ached with need, and he wanted nothing more than to reach down and stroke his own shaft. Even that, however, was out of his power -- and every time Teryx swore that he was going to cum, that the friction from his cock jerking against the floor would make him spill... something forced him to hold back, stopped him from cumming.

Teryx didn't know how long it lasted. Part of him almost didn't want it to end -- not anymore, anyway. The thick cock hammered in and out of his body, Bosurath using him like a sleeve for his shaft. In, out, in, out... Waves of pleasure with every thrust, the demon's dick sliding repeatedly against his prostate and then pushing past due to its sheer size.

Then he heard Bosurath's breathing began to change. The demon's growls were interspersed with ragged breaths, hot air blasting out of the dragon's nostrils; Bosurath's thrusts became a frenzy, going faster and harder until the demon roared above him. That entire body tensed, and slammed in one final time -- strong arms pinned his squirming body down, preventing him from moving. He felt a gush of warm, demonic seed fill him.

And that was all his body could take.

Bathed in the corrupted seed of a demon, Teryx's body gave in to the pleasure it had been subjected to. The dragon cried out desperately, his body arching. Thick strings of pearly seed shot from his cock, sticking to both his chest and the floor -- and as it did so, Teryx felt his strength slowly sapping away, until he collapsed against the floor in exhaustion.

The demon behind him smirked. Bosurath's body turned into wispy tendril of smoke -- and despite himself, Teryx's body breathed it in eagerly. It took as deep a breath as it could, as if the smoke was all the oxygen left in the room, and the dragon could only watch as that warm, corrupting smoke was pulled into his lungs.

The burgeoning warmth within Teryx -- starting from his lungs, and slowly spreading outwards -- drove the dragon back to his senses. This would be his last opportunity to fight; this was the moment Bosurath would own him, if he gave the demon even the slightest opening. His mind, for now, was still his own. No matter how desperately he wanted this, he needed to fight.

Teryx threw everything he had into fighting. He didn't need to do much -- he just needed to move a limb, a finger, anything to prove to himself he still had some level of control. For a moment, one of his fingers twitched as he struggled to clench his fist...

And then that warmth inside of him suddenly blossomed, the spread growing rapidly. A wave of demonic energy began in the very center of his chest, the normally light-blue scale turning into a dark gray. Then it began to spread, scale-by-scale in an ever-expanding circle; it felt like a dozen teasing, stroking hands, urging him to give in, to let the corruption take him.

There was nothing left he could do. For all that he tried, the moment the wave of black spread over his arm, he lost all control that he might have had. He could feel his spine stretching slightly, growing to match the dragon that had dominated and taken him only moments before. The lean, supple muscle on the dragon's body thickened, bulging around his arms, shoulders, his chest; it spread down to his legs, giving him powerful thighs and calves. He felt his snout grow longer, his eyes narrow and turn into a sickening, crimson red.

And for all that he should have been horrified, even trapped within his body, all Teryx could do was whimper his need. It felt good -- far too good, to have that power surging through his body. It was more power than he'd ever had.

All he'd had to do was to give his body over to a demon.

Teryx was forced to watch as Bosurath stood up and stretched with his body. He lifted his hands, examining the new, dangerous-looking talons with a smirk, and spoke with his voice. "Seems you're mine after all, rain dragon. So much for banishing me."

Bosurath made his way over to the couch, lounging back into it in a lazy sprawl that was completely unlike Teryx. His cock still poked out from within his slit, throbbing and hard -- and Teryx would have let out a whimper, if he could have. He'd climaxed so recently that his cock was still almost painfully sensitive...

Yet Bosurath didn't seem to care. He moved Teryx's hand over his cock, giving it a long, playful stroke from the base all the way to the tip, urging a drop of precum to the tip. It was an idle motion that made the rain dragon within cry out and squirm with the pleasure, yet as much as he tried to twitch and move and jerk, it was utterly futile.

"Mmm." It was Teryx's voice -- that, at least, remained the same -- but at the same time, there was a seductive purr to it that hadn't been there before. Bosurath smirked, a dark, lewd grin that didn't at all belong on the rain dragon. He ran a finger along the scales of his chest, spreading the precum sticking to his fingers over his now-demonic body, and let out a low growl of approval when his cock jumped eagerly at the touch.

"Now how about we pay that sergal a visit, hm?" 'Teryx' chuckled softly. "I'm eager to test out my new body. Aren't you?"