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When chaos spread, one of the first to arrive, drawn to it like moths to flame or vultures to carrion, were the beastmen. Far away from Hexoatl, in the fallen Itza, nostrils flared and erections swelled as they sensed it, alluring and seductive, and so once more their filthy, insatiable horny hordes marched forth.

Hexoatl was, in turn, in no state to defend itself. Few remained who even had any desire to, the pursuit of pleasure and hedonism consuming most waking hours for each of the inhabitants as the city fell into disarray. In a matter of only a few days, every possible perversion was explored, no pleasurable paths left untrodden. Well, except one, that is. One that the lizardmen had never been able to experience yet, or even thought of, and still a desire that came naturally to the corrupted coldbloods.

From the eggs they all carried, a whole new generation would be rapidly born, already corrupted. Mazdamundi was, or so he claimed, the first to arrive at the natural conclusion of giving them a pleasurable welcome into the world. Lizardmen, as they spawned naturally, were born fully formed and mature, and there was little doubt that their new egg-births would be any different. That lust for their own flesh and blood simmered and grew over those seemingly endless days rutting and mating under the warped rain, even as the bellies of each swelled.

The time to lay came quickly. Far more quickly than it might've been for a species still bound to order and nature. If anything, it reminded them of what they knew of the chaotic beastmen, or even the filthy Skaven; how quickly they bred, like vermin in the cases of the beastmen, or as vermin for the Skaven.

Gor-Rok was the first. In the middle of lazily suckling on the cocks of the latest saurus who'd felt pent up, he suddenly felt a cramp in his stomach. Not a painful one, though certainly overwhelming, nearly leaving him curling up. As if he knew, somehow, what was happening, a kroxigor picked him up and carried him to the spawning pools. The other fallen lords - Tehenhauin first and most curious of all - waddled after him, eager to see just how this laying looked. And knowing what'd soon happen to each of them in turn.

Gor-Rok didn't know what to do, only that the pressure inside him was growing. It wasn't entirely unlike an impending climax, but focused more in his very core. Although his conscious mind might've failed him, his new animalistic instincts did not. His tail swung out of the way and he leaned against the side of the spawning pool, panting and moaning as it began.

"Looks like it's not entirely unpleasant," Tehenhauin spoke, thoughtfully. He nodded towards Gor-Rok's twin shafts, both hard as rock.

"Maybe. Might be both pain and pleasure," Kroq-Gar replied.

"Mostly pleasure. Look at his face. I've seen him in battle. He's loving this," the skink continued his observations, watching Gor-Rok intently. It only made sense for the laying to feel this good; after all, how else would they continue breeding, if it wasn't a good experience?

Nakai stared, mutely, feeling no need to say anything at all. The display was mesmerizing, though. Beautiful, almost. Seeing the very first egg beginning to stretch the great white lizard's pucker wide reminded him of something he could almost imagine remembering. A simple life as a simple animal, laying eggs and... no, he'd been born just the way he was, from the spawning pool, as all lizardmen of old were. And yet, did it matter? Chaos was muddling his mind to an increasing degree. Truth and reality both seemed like distant, optional ideas. After all, here he was, caressing his own full belly, so full he could almost feel the outlines of each egg, and he was male. Or rather, he was male now. Previously, like his kin, he'd been genderless.

Nothing about it made any sense, except the pleasure it undeniably brought. As if the gods of chaos were dictating his every action and motivation, in their own incoherent plot. As if he was-

"Nngh-" Gor-Rok groaned. The pressure built and built further, leaving him feeling as if he was about to rupture, until a sudden pop and a splash as his very first egg fell into the waters of the spawning pool. It was leathery, big, and soon it'd begin to hatch. He could only catch his breath for a second before those contractions started again and he gave another helpless moan.

"Definitely more pleasure than pain. I'm glad, because- mnh, I... think I might join him," Tehenhauin snarled, clutching his stomach as he walked - with great effort - over to the pool, copying Gor-Rok's position at first but deciding he'd rather give the others more of a show.

He bent over the pool's edge and pushed his rump out, tail raised, and then dug his claws deep into the very stone as the first laying-spasm of many wracked his body. At first, it was only uncomfortable, but then, as that massive egg passed over a particularly sensitive spot inside of him - his prostate, though he had no name for it yet - he suddenly quivered with pleasure rather than pain. His cock shot up to full hardness almost instantly.

Tehenhauin heard Gor-Rok moan again, next to him, arching his back as the next egg pushing out of him pulled him over the edge at the same time. His proud shafts bucked, throbbing as two ropes of cum erupted from the tips, landing in the spawning pool and slowly dissolving into it. By now, the waters must've been more than half cum, given how many of the mutated lizardmen had mated and climaxed in them, and the idea of laying their eggs in that lust-filthied pool felt incredibly erotic to Tehenhauin's corrupted mind.

He clenched around the first egg, deliberately focusing on enjoying the experience, and finding himself instantly hooked. Not only was there the physicality of each egg pressing hard against that pleasure-button inside him, or that delicious stretching as they began to emerge from his tailhole, but the utter _satisfaction_of knowing he was breeding more corrupted, mutated, and wantonly sexual beasts to mate with was, perhaps, the best part of it.

His eggs. His, fertilized by gods only knew what other lizardman or even animal. He _proudly_thrust his ass out as the first egg dropped into the thick, slimy water with a quiet splash.

Nakai and Kroq-Gar watched, both stiff with excitement. The latter had been worried the experience might be painful, but seeing the two lords writhing in ecstasy as they laid the fruit of their many public ruttings had the saurus drooling with anticipation. His eggs would probably be even bigger, given that they were from his beloved Grymloq, and they'd leave him gaping, likely desperate to be filled again by as many cocks as he could bend over for.

He hadn't been corrupted and mutated for as long as the others, and as such, each time some new perversion came his way, he hesitated, if briefly. The allure of it always proved too strong in the end. Kroq-Gar knew perfectly well that soon he'd be laying his eggs too - his arm cradled his bloated belly as he thought of it - and probably moaning helplessly, just like the others.

Nakai stood up, silently walking to the pool. Oftentimes, Kroq-Gar was jealous of their simple-mindedness. The kroxigor simply did what they were told, or otherwise, followed their instincts, corrupted or otherwise. Kroq-Gar watched as he submerged himself in the filthy water, down to where only his nostrils were above the surface, showing no emotion except his shivers leaving faint ripples in the water as his eyes screwed shut.

Gor-Rok was gnashing his teeth, his cock and ass both sore from the constant pleasure of the laying, and yet feeling one last egg inside him. He doubled over, pushing as hard as he could. When it finally slipped out of him, he let out a blissful moan as his twin shafts bounced, though he barely had any cum left to give, only a few drops squeezed out by those pulsations of pleasure. And then, he collapsed, only barely managing to crawl up from the pool. On his face, an expression of utter satisfaction and exhaustion.

"That... was... gods, I can't believe..." he murmured. And then, promptly, the great white lizard was out, his breathing slowing as he fell asleep.

Just as he did so, Kroq-Gar felt that first cramp in his stomach. He hissed, following the example set by the others, and submerged himself in the pool, the chaotic waters of it immediately soothing against his scales. Yet, he failed to find those same instincts as the others had developed, struggling to figure out what kind of position to put himself in, until Nakai suddenly pulled him on top of himself.

"Relax," the kroxigor hissed. "Let it happen. Let them come."

Briefly, the saurus was distracted by the feeling of their erect shafts pressing together underwater, until another spasm went through him, and he felt his cocktip catch on something warm and yielding. Nakai's slit, he realized, after the first squeezing sensation ebbed. The kroxigor was much bigger than him. Could he really-

"Rgh!" he snarled, feeling an egg - massive, almost too big for even his strong body - slip into his improvised, masculine birth canal. As with the others, it wasn't pain, but with how large Grymloq's clutch was, it was overwhelming, the pressure inside him already squeezing cum out of his body without as much as an orgasm.

"Relax," Nakai repeated, and then, with a knowing, wide grin on his crocodilian face, he wrenched his hips upwards, just enough for Krog-Gar's cocktip to sink into his warm, wet sheath. That sensation of suddenly having his cock engulfed was enough to distract the saurus from the laying-spasms. He might've not yet developed the right primitive urges to lay, but this was a feeling he was familiar with by now. He thrust, burying himself deeper in Nakai's slit. It was so very tight, but Kroq-Gar could feel the kroxigor's cock rubbing against his own with each minute movement. Gods, he could feel it throb as another egg found its way out of Nakai's body and into the pool.

He whimpered, a sound that the mighty saurus had never made before, his hips already moving to rut away the discomfort of the laying, and that pressure in turn making it all the more intense. There, him and Nakai would lay their eggs together, joined and mating at the same time.

Kroq-Gar thrust deeper into Nakai's slit as the pressure grew and grew. And then, an intense, sudden relief as the first of the massive eggs finally left his body. Such was the relief that he slumped on top of the kroxigor, panting, feeling incredibly light and satisfied, so much so that it overpowered even the pleasure squeezing at his maleness.

Only for a brief moment, though. Grymloq had given him more than just one egg with his massive orgasm. He hissed with frustration as the next egg slipped from that hidden womb and into his passage. Sensitized as he was by his first laying, the moment it reached his prostate, Kroq-Gar came, and hard, filling Nakai's slit to the very brim with silvery spurts of cum, the excess leaking out around his hard shaft.

All that only left Mazdamundi. The great slann was big enough that whatever eggs he was carrying didn't pose much of a challenge. Oh, certainly it felt good, he mused as he assumed the position he felt most natural for it, but he was preoccupied with pondering the meaning of it all. There was something profound, something ineffably proper about this alien act. Of letting new life spring from life, from his very own body, rather than the spawning pools the old ones had designed.

Already he felt a kind of affection for those eggs, as the pile next to him grew with each egg laid. Some kind of bond that was stronger than merely being from the same spawning. Perhaps it was illusionary, but it felt real, and sublimely erotic. The feeling was, almost, equal to that of watching the stars and observing their motions, seeing the grand design of the universe at work, all in accordance to the Great Plan.

This? This was part of it. Like the sun fuelled new life on the planet, his _body_was like the sun for a new generation of better, hornier lizardmen, _nourishing_them. It made perfect sense. He, the sun-lord of Hexoatl, would shine brighter than ever before with this new purpose, his role in the Great Lustful Plan clearer than it'd ever been.

A loud, ecstatic, unmistakably saurian cry interrupted his introspection. Kroq-Gar had passed the last of his eggs. This new ritual was over.

Mazdamundi murmured a few sorcerous syllables, hastening the growth and hatching of this new generation, and they glowed faintly, green as warpstone by the time he'd finished, illuminating the cloudy waters in a beautiful display. Mazdamundi and his followers would continue their orgiastic revelry while the eggs hatched, while some of the former guards would return to their roles in guarding them while adding their own clutches. All of them, the slann's spell ensured, would hatch at once. Yet no matter how powerful his magic, it'd take a few days. A few pleasurable days, filled with anticipation.

While the rest of them returned to the city streets, Mazdamundi stayed behind, and to his surprise, Gor-Rok joined him as well. The two of them kept a silent vigil, seemingly more concerned for the safe hatching of the new eggs than the others. Not to say the vigil was entirely silent, as the expected lusts overcame the pair frequently, resulting in both being filled with fresh loads of seed - and likely bred anew - before the eggs had even hatched.

Their hatching was strange, as all things tainted by chaos tended to be. The leathery eggs themselves grew along with their inhabitants, drawing, it seemed, nutrition from both the egg and the spawning pool itself. So it continued over a couple of days; more akin to a strange, external live birth than a true egg, until the eggs were the size of sauruses and skinks - and in some cases, strange half-feral hybrids - if curled up tightly.

The process was enchanting enough that after a few days, Gor-Rok and Mazdamundi found themselves entranced by it, distracted even from their lusts.

Three days later, the first batch of them - Gor-Rok's clutch - had begun to move. A clawed hand pressed against the leathery interior, bursting through only moments afterwards, followed by the snout of a new a saurus. Although they were born mature, there was still a moment of adjustment to the outside world, and the new lizardman, the first-born since the mutations, slipped into the spawning-waters, staring blankly at its surroundings as its eyes adjusted to the light and air.

Gor-Rok watched his offspring. He couldn't help first noticing, and then focusing on the fact that the new spawn was born with a cock rather than having to mutate first, and that cock was already fully hard. Maybe he'd had some erotic dreams as his thoughts were sparked to life.

This new one's name was a natural choice. Itza. Both on honor of the fallen city that'd been the seed of the lizardmen's new, beautiful mutations and purpose, but also for its literal meaning of first. As the fallen city had been the first, so was this new saurus, soon to be followed by first dozens and then hundreds_and _thousands more like him.

Itza, as he'd come to be known, looked at his sire, and the slann next to him. His nostrils flared, eyes darting from slann to saurus, and then to the pool itself with its cloudy, tainted waters. Though born of chaos, Itza seemed to knowing that something was wrong, as if this wasn't supposed to be how he came into the world. For a few moments, he stood there unmoving, trying to piece everything together, to understand how he'd emerged from an egg and with such a strong taint of chaos, unlike anything the vestigial instincts all lizardmen used to be born with told him. Still, with that corruption an inherent part of him, it didn't take long for him to realize what to do.

Itza dipped his snout into the pool and drank of the waters, his eyes closing as he lapped and gulped from the slimy pool of mixed seed, halfway between a mammalian whelp suckling on its mother and a horny lizard hungry for cock. Gor-Rok felt his own shaft stir and rise as he watched his offspring feeding on the corruption.

He motioned for Itza to join him. Unlike his sire, the just-spawned lizardman knew exactly what to do. Itza raised his head from the pool and walked over to Gor-Rok, knelt, and took his dripping shaft into his mouth, bathing it in the slimy pool-water and his own drool. He began to suck intently, that knowledge of just what he had to do slowly dawning to him.

Behind them, the other eggs were beginning to hatch, just in time for the other fallen lords to enter the chamber.

"Ah, already enjoy the fruits of your labor, Gor-Rok?" Tehenhauin hissed, a mocking edge to his voice. Granted, exactly that was what all four of the lords were here for. Giving their offspring a pleasurable welcome, making sure that they knew of their place in the Great Lustful Plan. For them, there was nothing wrong with it, bar for what they'd heard of the lesser species doing. Avoiding breeding with their offspring in fear of mutations. But mutations were what'd brought them to this wonderful state. The humans, the dwarves, perhaps they underestimate the bliss brought on by them. Perhaps they were spoiled by the sexuality they were born with. No matter. One day they'd understand.

Tehenhauin embraced his newborn son in the pool. Kroq-Gar and Mazdamundi's offspring were slower, half-feral, taking a while to hatch. When they did, both were hunched over, walking just as easily on all fours as they did on two. Yet they, too, were born with the same warped physique. Kroq-Gar's half-carnosaur son was immediately on his feet, surveying the environment, sharp cold eyes darting from lizardman to lizardman as if trying to determine if they were friend or foe. The half-stegadons laid by Mazdamundi were lazier. Two of them had hatched, with a few more yet on the way, and those two immediately recognized their sire. Well, one of them. The spawning pools were hardly large enough to house either feral carnosaurs or stegadons.

The sheer exotic nature of the hybrids would prove popular with the corrupted denizens of Hexoatl. Once the fallen lords had sampled each and every one of their delights, of course.

The carnosaur seemed immediately attracted to Kroq-Gar, perhaps recognizing that he was one of the two that'd given it life. Without speaking a single word, it approached the saurus, claws tapping against the ground with each step, a predatory glint in its eyes.

Mazdamundi found himself wondering if these corrupted things were born mutated enough to conceive. There was only one way to find out. When he noticed his son's eyes on him, he stretched out, slowly bending over the nearest ceremonial altar, letting the half-stegadon admire the round curve of his ass and his cum-sullied hole. It neared him slowly, sniffing the air as it moved, seemingly just as drawn to the allure of a good mating as the others.

"Mh, yes. Come breed your daddy," Mazdamundi groaned, pulling apart his asscheeks to really give his offspring a better view. He was almost startled by how incredibly lewd that voice coming from his very own lips sounded. Despite the nearly embarrassing flushed feeling that shot through his body though, the words felt good to say. Knowing it was breaking a taboo, if not one he'd ever held, then at least one held by someone, somewhere.

"Give me your very first load of seed- nngh!" he began, almost choking at he suddenly felt his half-feral son's snout press firmly against his relaxed pucker. "Yes! Taste me! Breed me full of your eggs!"

Just the thought of someone he'd given birth to filling him with eggs anew was enough to leave Mazdamundi shivering, his cock rock-hard and drooling, just as awash and aglow with anticipation as when they'd tied him up and forced him to take Zlaaq's cock. Oh, what a blessing it'd been, even if he'd not immediately realized it.

Next to him, Tehenhauin was engaged in a passionate kiss with his saurus-skink brood. Another of many had hatched, and they were both lavishing him with attention, one already having slipped a nimble finger into the skink's ass, and the other stroking his erect shaft while having his own lovingly caressed in turn.

Gor-Rok moaned as his own son explored his twin cocks, one after the other. He was clumsy, yet, but he'd learn quickly.

"Just wait until you taste cum for the first time, mmh," the great white lizard murmured, his hands caressing the hybrid's head and neck as he slowly thrust his hips against that willing mouth. Gor-Rok let out a surprised moan as Itza slid a finger into his slit alongside his shaft, and that was enough to push him over the edge.

He watched for Itza's reactions at that first, addictive taste, fighting to keep his eyes open as he came. The inexperienced hybrid's eyes widened, as if he'd not been expecting the sudden flood of thick sperm coating his tongue, but as the tainted, seductive taste seeped into his tastebuds that expression changed to one of blissful hunger, and he quickly pressed the other cock into his mouth as well. He sucked eagerly, wanting every drop of that delicious treat his parent was giving him, and yet it only served to inflame his rapidly awakening desires further.

Gor-Rok barely had time to finish cumming before Itza pushed him over with a hungry grin on his face, straddling him, and without any hesitation, lowering himself onto one of his father's shafts.

So it went. Each time a new lizardman hatched, after getting their bearings, they joined the orgy. Most never received a name; none were needed. After all, what was their role but acting merely as part of something greater? Not every member of a war-horde needed to have an identity. Nor did every participant of an orgy. It was purely a matter of function, a very lizardman-typical approach to anything, and something that persisted in spite of their corruption. A few of them spawned even more corrupted than the rest. Some with _tentacles_that were immediately put to good use; those ones didn't hesitate, born with minds more like those of a daemon or beastman than their parents. Others yet needed to be eased into their new existence, taking a while before they allowed themselves to be mounted. Yet, once they'd tasted the carnal pleasures, none had come to regret it.

Mazdamundi was, perhaps due to his less desensitized and scarred body, the first to reach his climax. He let out a passionate, throaty moan as his hybrid son rutted him. He begged to be seeded, to be filled with incestuous eggs, and at that point, the half-feral was all too happy to oblige. He thrust, one last time, and then spilled his first load of cum into the body that'd laid his egg, where it'd immediately set off to fertilize the slann with more incestuous offspring, all horny and willing upon their hatching.

Tehenhauin was on all fours, his kin gathered around him and painting his body with what seed could not find a vacant hole to be pumped into. Their cum drooled from the corners of his mouth and more yet from under his tail, scooped out with each thrust even as skink after skink sought to be the one to breed their father. Gor-Rok and Kroq-Gar, in turn, were equally in heavenly bliss, the former as his son gyrated on his shaft, eventually stretched out enough that he could, in a gesture of wanton greed, fit both of those wonderful, kin-breeding cocks into himself. The latter could only whimper helplessly, his feral child's jaws locked around his neck as he was rutted, dominantly, possessively, the half-carnosaur's tail lashing as it mated clumsily with its sire, its claws leaving scratches in Kroq-Gar's scales, as if it trying to mark him as a breeding mare.

They continued in such manner until the very late hours of the night, welcoming each new hatchling into the world with whatever they preferred; either a hard cock to pump more beautiful corruption into them, or a warm and welcoming hole for them to plant their first loads of seed into. At the end of it, each and every one thought themselves pregnant, their bellies bloated with cum and their balls so drained they ached, even the endless virility of chaos faltering at how thoroughly they'd been drained.

So they slept, in a messy pile of incestuous sex and masculinity, waking up only to take care of any excitement that built up in their feverish lust-dreams, half asleep as they rutted lazily, sinking into whatever hole their cocks happened to find first.

Between the bouts of sex, Mazdamundi thought of all that'd transpired. How it'd all started. Lord Kroak was still in Itza, as were the two he'd sent to "rescue" the ancient slann. Had they succeeded? While that had been the plan, Mazdamundi wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. The thought of Lord Kroak being transformed like this was exquisite, but... the ancient was his mentor. The last link the lizardmen had to the Old Ones, the ones who created them. Was he even possible to corrupt?

Sooner than he could imagine, he'd have his answers.

A few days later yet, the fallen lords were awakened to the sound of blaring war-horns. Staggering up from their spawning pool-turned-breeding den, they rushed out to investigate, half-awake and covered with cum both fresh and dry. No alarm had been sounded, but that was to be expected with most of Hexoatl likely far too preoccupied with endless mating.

The city, by now, had all but fallen into disarray. Lustrian jungle beasts for miles and miles wandered the streets. Though normally predatory, they were seemingly pacified by the chaotic radiation lingering in the air, any murderous instincts replaced by sexual ones. As such, rather than stalking the streets of the city for food, now that they were undefended, they were instead looking for any willing partners to mate with.

They weren't the only invaders or newcomers. The clarion call of chaos drew creatures of all kinds to it, and the horn had obviously been sounded by something at least half-sentient. It didn't take long for the lords to find the source of it, amassing at the open gates, as if initially confused. Beastmen. What seemed like an endless horde of them. They seemed confused at the lack of resistance, at least until they saw the lizardmen coming to greet them.

When the beastmen, drawn as they were to any flare of chaos, arrived, it wasn't to a bloody war as they'd expected. Perhaps the most capable of them had suspected a chaos sorcerer among the lizardmen, or even a cult, but as they came to the gates of Hexoatl, they were greeted instead with the ongoing orgy.

They didn't hesitate, of course. Any rut was a good rut, even if it was with the lizardmen, and each of the gors and lesser beasts wanted to add their own taint to the roiling storm of lust. The lizardmen, equally, didn't hesitate. Perhaps somewhere deep within their corrupted minds there was a spark of alarm at seeing the foul beastmen marching into the city, but any such worries were quickly squashed by the mind-watering sight of new, exotic cocks, some as large as horses, rising to attention and demanding to be worshipped, as was their right.

Tehenhauin, on his relentless quest to experience every pleasure known to man, was one of the first to submit to the beasts, though not without a plan of his own. He approached the hordes of beasts, letting them see his openly displayed lust, jutting firmly from his groin, knowing that they'd understand the invitation.

They did, indeed. He was soon surrounded by a throng of horny beasts, the air around him thickening with their masculine musk. Everywhere he looked, he saw that empty, mindlessly horny expression, feeling cocks press against him from every direction, cum-matted hands groping at his ass and shaft. Some were already pumping their lengths, and some of the smaller ungors already reaching their climaxes, quicky grinding their cum over every inch of Tehenhain's scales.

Yet, he had a better idea. As he firmly, greedily grasped the goat-like cocks of two of the gors, he whispered a deviant plan into their ears, though not before leaning down to wrap his long tongue around each shaft in turn, the intensely masculine, sexual flavor irresistible to the corrupted skink. They'd mate in the spawning pools, befouling them further with the much more concentrated chaos-tainted the beastmen bore, even as they filled him over and over again with their filthy cum.

They followed him eagerly, wanting to sully all they could.

For Gor-Rok, it was different. At first, he felt panic upon seeing the beastmen again, reminding him of what had happened. But he liked what'd happened, didn't he? Yes, those beautiful beasts were the ones who'd granted him the blessing of sexuality. He found himself unable to move, torn between deep-set anxiety and mutated lust, until he spotted a particular one. Taurox. The Brass Bull. The very same great beast that'd first spurted the corruption into him. He quivered at the sight of that same proud erection, feeling himself_clench_ with desire.

Though the bull was mostly metal, his body covered with gleaming brass, there were two parts of him that remain fleshy. His neck, which Gor-Rok had almost managed to reach and stab in Itza, and his cock, which the saurus had already been seeded by, and found himself craving to be used by again.

Right now, though, he was using Nakai. A better match, by size, but the sight of the kroxigor getting to enjoy that massive cock filled Gor-Rok's heart with an emotion he'd never felt before; jealousy. A possessive, greedy desire gnawing at his very core as he watched Nakai growl and snarl as that thick, blunt bull-shaft was driven into his body. It was a strange feeling for the great white lizard; never before had he wanted anything so badly. He was surrounded by cocks but for some reason his mind fixated on that one, the very source of all this beautiful corruption, the one that, in a way, seeded Hexoatl's fall.

He wanted, if not exclusivity, at least to join in on the fun. And so, he approached. The great minotaur had already spotted him, of course, snorting with what sounded like amusement as the saurus approached him. His hands dug into Nakai's hips so he could raise a leg, shifting his stance wide to the let the wide-eyed and uncontrollably horny lizard watch his grapefruit-sized balls slapping against the kroxigor's ass. Gor-Rok's mouth hung open as he admired those swollen orbs, scooting behind the mating pair to get a closer look. He cupped them in his palm, trembling in anticipation as memories of them pouring their tainted, virile cargo into him flashed through his mind.

He wanted that again. He needed it again. More, more, always more, that dark and twisted voice inside him cried, though his ass was still oozing with the cum of his previous, now forgotten partner, some pent-up skink he'd let use him. It was nothing compared to this magnificent beast, Taurox. Gor-Rok scolded himself for trying to kill him even as he pushed his snout against the minotaur's balls, inhaling greedily of his masculine musk. He stuck his tongue out, too, lapping along the wrinkly surface of Taurox's seat of masculinity. Slowly, those hefty orbs were tightening against his body as his cock prepared to unleash a flood of that wonderful, corrupting seed into Nakai.

Oh, Gor-Rok knew exactly how the kroxigor felt. The sweet ecstasy of anticipation, his entire body quivering with thirst that needed to be quenched, burning for the addictive filling of heated minotaur cum.

Someone pushed next to him, squeezing his own mouth next to the minotaur's sack and gently taking one of the heavy orbs into his mouth. Itza, just as awestruck by Taurox's bestial potency as his father, and perhaps even carrying some of the brass bull's own genes in his body and thus drawn to him. Gor-Rok didn't mind; the two of them were slathering the minotaur's balls with their saliva, worshipful tongues caressing each inch of them, each as eager as the other to feel them pulse as the beast seeded Nakai.

Then, it happened. With a satisfied grunt and a dominant, masculine bray of pleasure, Taurox hilted himself within the clutching confines of Nakai's body, and he pumped his tainted gift into the shivering kroxigor's body. Gor-Rok and Itza felt his shaft flex and buck, watching it spasm as it seeded the mighty Nakai like a common ewe. With how much cum he produced, Gor-Rok's wandering fingers could feel his corrupted friend's belly bloat with the sheer amount, what felt like _gallons_of the bull's sperm. Plenty overflowed as Nakai's pucker spasmed in orgasm, and together with Itza, Gor-Rok made sure none of it would be wasted spilling on the ground.

Taurox's virility was endless thanks to the dark gifts he'd received. Barely did he finish breeding Nakai before he pulled out and grasped Gor-Rok's waist, lifting him, and with no delay, thrusting his mighty shaft into the saurus in turn. Gor-Rok cried in dissolute ecstasy as he was taken in turn, again surrendering his body for the brass bull to use as his cocksleeve. Next to him, Itza was tonguing Nakai's cum-filled ass, happily scooping out as much of the minotaur's seed as he could.

The minotaur, with his boundless strength, bounced the great white lizard on his cock like a toy, like a sleeve, grunting and snorting, his metal body almost scalding to the touch. Far in the past, Taurox had been a warrior, a berserker - but this was so much more pleasurable. Everyone wanted what he had to give, demanded that he claim and fill them. The results, nonetheless, were the same; civilizations crumbled as he sowed his wild oats, in lord and peasant alike, even the mightiest of the forces of order finding themselves tempted by his masculine prowess.

Tehenhauin, meanwhile, gathered a throng of the beasts on his way to the spawning pools, where his own offspring awaited eagerly. They barely had time to get in the water before the lustful, mindlessly horny gors were mounting them, father and sons moaning side by side as they were taken, drooling and gasping_for the pure warm surges and spurts of seed and the intense corruption it'd bring. The moment the first of them unloaded into Tehenhauin's body, he knew he was hooked, the sickly sweet heated warmth washing over him, leaving him panting helplessly as his entire body seemed to tingle and burn with an intensified, unending need. The musk in the air was thick enough that merely _breathing_would cause any newcomer to lose themselves in lust, and neither beasts nor lizards were an exception, all but committing to endlessly mating in that very chamber until - _if - something interrupted them.

Mazdamundi was the only one left, having barely recovered from the previous orgy. He also spotted something - someone - in the crowd that nearly made his heart stop. Lord Kroak, attended to by the two he'd sent to save him, Oxyotl and Tiktaq. His corruption was obvious as he croaked lazily, one of the two smaller skinks busy worshipping his generously endowed cock, and the other keeping his snout buried against the slann's ass, seemingly almost ecstatic to be servicing his lord with his tongue.

The stunned sun-lord approached the group, barely able to form any words of greeting. As he stood there, unmoving, one of the beastmen took the opportunity to thrust its slimy cock into him, and he broke the silence with a gasping moan.

"Ah. Mazdamundi, we meet again after so- ngh, long," Kroak rumbled, a glint of satisfaction and approval in his gaze as he watched his protégé letting the beastman use him as nothing more than a hole to pump his cum into. "I see you've realized the beauty of these animals, too. They're wonderful, aren't they?"

"Y-yes," Mazdamundi stuttered, thrusting his ass against the invading cock. It _burned_inside him, the much hotter bodies of the beastmen all but boiling with lust.

"I did, too," Kroak replied. "They awakened me, bathing me in their wonderful seed, filling me to the brim," he continued. "And I grew this beautiful cock, a gift from the dark gods, yearning to be used by them all. They did..."

Mazdamundi felt a slick heat blossom inside him as the beastman - a lowly ungor - reached his quick climax, braying out his ecstasy as he filled the once-mighty slann with rope after rope of his thick, warm seed. Quickly, once that orgasm ebbed, it let go of Mazdamundi's waist and disappeared back into the crowd.

"We convinced these two as well. Thank you for sending them," the ancient Kroak exclaimed. "But enough of that. Let's enjoy our new gifts together."

Mazdamundi had never felt anything but admiration for the eldest of the slann, his tutor, one the last who had even spoken to the Old Ones directly. That admiration, in his corrupted mind, had quickly turned to boundless lustful fantasies. And now, here he was, covered in beastman cum both fresh and dry. It didn't take long for Mazdamundi to react; he dropped on all fours, presenting his gaping, cum-slick ass for his mentor.

"Can you believe we misunderstood the Great Plan to such an extent?" Kroak murmured as he waddled over to the other slann. "To think we were meant to be sexless, focused on... whatever it was we focused on."

It all felt distant, now. Distant and unimportant, to the both of them. Kroak pressed his massive cock against Mazdamundi's eager hole, and thrust, sinking over half the throbbing length into his body, lubricated with the cum of so many previous suitors. Mazdamundi was about to reply, but as he moaned, yet another beastman took the opportunity to give him a mouthful of musky cock; a gift he'd not dream of declining. This was the great plan. Exploring endless heights of ecstasy together, savouring every cock and hole, breeding an army to unify the world with.

It was a dissolute, almost mindless orgy. Kroak was in no hurry, lazily thrusting into Mazdamundi's well-used hole and having Tiktaq slurping and tonguing his ass in turn, until one of the beastmen shoved him aside, mounting the unresisting slann. The skink, not deterred in the slightest, slid under Mazdamundi instead, taking his cock into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it tightly, thinking of nothing but receiving more of the precious cum.

Mazdamundi gulped down another fresh, warm load of cum, gurgling around the cock as it bucked and throbbed in his mouth. It was quickly replaced by another. At that point, the slann had precious little idea of who was even using him; all he felt was pleasure, overwhelming pleasure, and an unrelenting hunger for _more._Cum oozed from the corners of his mouth only be licked up by someone else, even as he tried to swallow in greedy mouthfuls.

Next to them, Taurox was claiming Gor-Rok as his own yet again, this time on all fours with the great white lizard begging for it like an animal in heat. Nakai had found himself wanting more and was in turn rutting into the minotaur's ass. It was quickly becoming impossible to keep track of who was fucking who at the moment, the groups becoming writhing piles of lusty flesh where individuals barely existed anymore. Everyone was equal in the unending, feverish orgy, each allowing anyone to mount them, just as they mounted anyone they felt like.

Things came to a messy climax. Or rather, one of several, endless climaxes. None were keeping track. None cared to. One cock erupted into someone's ass, filling their body with a fresh load of cum. Another, into a mouth. Some spilled theirs on the ground.

The only one who was even barely aware of what was happening was Mazdamundi, and only so because of the love and adoration he felt for lord Kroak. Finally, they were able to unite. Not in the way he'd planned only a few weeks ago, but far more intimately so. The feel of the slann's shaft inside him was something akin to proof, proof that all of this was the design of the Great Lustful Plan. After all, if the most ancient and wise of all lizardmen was willing to rut like the rest of them, just as eagerly spilling his seed, what could be wrong with it?

Each bump of that cold-blooded and yet friction-warmed shaft inside him was like another nudge towards clarity, towards understanding, profound and yet so very base, so carnal. It was blissful, heavenly even, with Mazdamundi's entire body tingling as he was rutted, shivering and moaning wantonly, unable to as much as_think._

And all around him, the orgy went on, the wet slapping of cum-soaked hips against hips like a primal rhythm of ecstasy.

Someone crawled under his rocking body. Oxyotl, it had to be. The skink shamelessly wrapped his hungry lips around the slann's previously neglected cock, perhaps having grown addicted to the taste while serving Kroak, quickly coating it in his drool. With each heavy thrust rocking his body, he couldn't stop himself from sinking into the skink's throat even if he'd wanted to. He didn't, of course. The way his throat clenched around his shaft was just more pleasure. Always more.

Taurox, suddenly, yanked Gor-Rok off his shaft and sat down on nearest steps. The great white lizard shivered as he felt the beastman's eyes fixate on him.

"Sit," he commanded, his voice a throaty growl with a metallic ring to it. "Show me how much you love my cock. Thank me for raping you in Itza."

The shame was almost too much to bear. Whatever little self-control Gor-Rok had left strained against the sight of the beastman's towering cock before him, and that horrid emptiness it'd left inside him.

"Oh, you were already moaning like a whore," Taurox taunted him. "But I want to see that you're so far gone that you'll willingly breed yourself on this," he added, slapping his bovine cock and making it bounce. Gor-Rok moved. It took him a while to realize that his legs weren't responding to his mind, only to those burning urges within him. Each step took him closer to the bull's cock, and perhaps with it, the final surrender. After that, after he willingly rode a beastman to his sticky climax, that'd be it. There'd be nothing else he couldn't do. Nothing else he couldn't enjoy. He'd find a nest of Skaven and let them all rut him, all in that desperate quest for lusty sensation.

Worse, maybe, than even the beastmen themselves.

He was standing just above Taurox's lap now. The bull's breath was like steam against his face. A trembling hand clasped tightly around that burning-hot length and held it, if only for a brief moment.

"Hurry up, whore. There are others who need breeding. You're only one of many," Taurox growled.

It wasn't that Gor-Rok had thought himself special, but the confirmation still burned, somehow. Knowing that he was only another hole for the mighty Taurox to rut. And yet, even then, he wanted that.

Slowly he lowered himself, unable to stop those whimpering moans or the demanding growls from leaving his mouth as the beast's cock once again filled him, inch by wonderful inch. Yes, this was how he was meant to be. This was what made him complete.

"There. Now_you get it," Taurox rumbled, and then said nothing more, thrusting his hips up to bury himself even deeper into the lizardman's ass, bouncing him once again on his lap, towards a rapidly approaching climax. His cock, buried deep inside, was beginning to flare. And then it'd throb, buck, and fill him to the brim with mind-shattering pleasure. _Yes.

Next to them, he could hear Mazdamundi's choked groan as he came, bloating Oxyotl's stomach with his cum, and in turn, no doubt being seeded by Kroak behind him. Gor-Rok felt what was perhaps best described as a pang of jealousy. He wanted to be filled, too!

Luckily, Taurox wasn't one to hold back. Ever.

"Might take you with me as the brayherd cumdump," Taurox grunted. "You'd like that. A mindless slut passed around like a trophy for everyone to fuck. Ngh- here, here it comes, a new clutch of eggs for- rrrgh!"

His massive shaft flexed, pulsed, and he came. Heavily. More, perhaps, than even the stegadons did. Gor-Rok's eyes rolled back as he could feel the precious tainted cum rushing up Taurox's cock, and he squeezed down hard, instinctively, not wanting to spill any of it. Splurt. The moment the first thick rope of beastman cum - the second seeding he'd ever received from their wonderful kind - hit his inner walls, he came too, nearly blacking out from the sheer pleasure of it. He did want that. To be used by the whole herd, forever. Gor-Rok's own cum splattered against Taurox's brass-clad chest, dripping down towards his groin.

It didn't last long. When the minotaur was satisfied that Gor-Rok had been sufficiently bred, he pulled out, leaving the lizardman gaping and drooling with his cum as he set off to look for any other willing victims to fill with his offspring.

Neither Gor-Rok nor Mazdamundi, or any of the other fallen lords, had to wait very long before the rest of the beastmen took up the use of their vacant holes. Slowly, an unspoken understanding formed between the two species, reinforced by each seeding, each shared drop of cum.

Together, the lizards and beasts would form an unstoppable tide of cross-bred lust and corruption. They'd swarm over the remaining cities of the lizardmen, and then the humans, perhaps even the other forces of chaos. After all, what did the dark elves know of true pleasure? They were too restrained. They'd join the hordes of lust sooner or later. The dwarves and their underground cities would become great breeding dens for their armies. The dragons too would fall, just as their smaller reptilian kin, rutting their corruption into every other great beast that remained, their spilled seed tainting the earth itself, ensuring that anything that walked it would sooner or later become nothing but a slavering, horny beast.

A beautiful future. A future of peace, where none had to fight, and each would willingly rut and be rutted. That was the fate of the lizardmen, and by extension, the fate of the world.

Such was, after all, the will and design of the Great Lustful Plan. None would ever again doubt it. The fallen lords would be remembered forever as the ones who finally understood the plan to its fullest extent. Their names would be whispered with every orgasm, even new soul blessed with the taint of chaos, among the lizardmen and far beyond.