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Verin felt very lucky to have remembered the location of the river he usually bathed in. The group's destination ended up being only a five minute walk from where he had caught and corrupted Marcus. Once the trio reached their destination, they waded into the river and washed the dirt, sweat, and semen off of their bodies.

Halfway through Verin's cleaning process, he felt strong and scaly arms wrap themselves around his chest. Dralnox's body was soon grinding up against his, pushing him into the dragonkin's massive pecs. He could feel the dragon's dick grinding up against his back. It wasn't an uncomfortable position by any means but a part of him was irritated by the action.

"What do you think you're doing?" He said. His eyes flashed violet for a moment and the runes on the collar around Dralnox's neck flared to live with a slight purple glow. The nerves in the dragonkin's body were suddenly ablaze with a throbbing pleasure. His body went slack almost instantly.

"I-i'm Just appreciating my master's m-m-majesty!" It was hard for the dragonkin to speak with the pleasure moving through his body. It was enough to constantly pleasure him but withheld so that he couldn't reach his climax. He suddenly had a very vivid idea of the torture Marcus had been put through.

Verin could feel his pet's body shudder against his and decided that he would play with his toy a little more. "By rubbing your dick against my back?" He began to jerk the dragonkin's hard dick using his tail. A smirk covered his face as the big slut let out a few whines and moans.

"Uh, I-I, well... It's j-just that master is so, ngh, irresistible that I ca-, AH! Can't keep my hands off!" Dralnox was having a very difficult time responding to his master while the pleasure continued to flow through him. While Verin enjoyed listening to the dragonkin's hot moans and groans, he still needed to learn more about the corruption that he now had control of.

Just as Dralnox was about to climax, Verin quickly turned around and shoved the dragonkin into the water. The pleasure that had been surging through his veins was cut off in an instant as the runes on his collar stopped glowing. Primal instinct took over for a moment causing the dragonkin to flail in the water for a moment. He soon shot out of the river with a panicked expression on his face. What greeted his was Verin standing by the side of the river while Marcus was struggling to hold in his laughter.

Calming down took a few moments. Once the adrenaline had ceased flowing, Dralnox let out a sigh. This prompted Verin to say, "Now if you're done struggling in the water, get over here and teach me how to control this." Dralnox nodded, an embarrassed blush showing through his scales.

A few minutes later, the trio was standing beside the river. Marcus was standing closer to the trees while Dralnox and Verin faced each other closer to the river. Verin's eyes glowed purple as he concentrated on the corruption within him. Purple flames flickered out of his eyes like when he was... punishing, Marcus. This time, however, the flames were much smaller and calmer than before.

Dralnox himself was also utilizing a power within him. Magic came natural to dragons and almost anything that shared their blood, so it was no surprise that Dralnox had control over the arcane. Red and black mist swirled around his body as he concentrated on his magic. "Now master, corruption is a force of nature that has existed since the beginning of magic. It is a perversion of reality and exists as the result of errors in magic itself. While magic is powerful, it is also highly unstable. Because of this, the existence of corruption is only natural."

"You, master, are the true inheritor of corruption. Just as there are those born with natural affinities to different types of magic, there are a solemn few who are attuned to corruption. It is incredibly rare, and even then there are those with this affinity who never gain control of corruption. There have only been three beings to properly control corruption, you being the third. There have been many more who have attempted to control corruption without this affinity, me included, but it is impossible to fully do so if you are not chosen by the corruption."

Arcane energy charged the air, the swirling red and black mist around the dragonkin slowly dissipating as he spoke. "You are one of the inheritors chosen by the corruption. This means you have complete and total control over it. As I said earlier, it will respond to your will. No matter what you want it to do or how you want it to be done, if you have enough strength of will, the corruption within you will respond."

Verin slowly took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and slowly exhaled. As he did, the ground around him became tinted with a purple glow. Tendrils of purple goo rose from the ground. As Dralnox spoke Verin began to realize and understand what the dragonkin was talking about. The corruption was his to control. He was the master it had been searching for, and there was nothing stopping him from using it to its fullest potential.

Everything the tendrils touched became corrupted. It was slight, but the change was noticeable. The grass became tinted violet and flowers became oddly shaped. The most drastic change was that vines grew out of the branches of the trees near the river. Marcus took a couple of steps away from the trees to avoid being caught in the corruptive power. Dralnox also stopped channeling his magic and watched as the area became corrupted.

Snaking through the ground, the purple tendrils wrapped themselves around Dralnox and Marcus's feet. The two looked down in surprise before yelling out as the tentacles rose into the air, hanging them both upside down. The gooey tendrils rapidly moved over to Verin before the two captives could process their situation. He looked between the two and smiled in a sinister manner. It made them shudder.

Runes on both Dralnox's collar and Marcus's wrist band flashed in differing patterns. A slight haze overcame them and they both relaxed, as if the tension in their bodies melted with the slimy touch of the tentacles. As they became more relaxed, more tentacles began to rise from the ground and wrap around the two. With a motion of Verin's hand, the two were spun so that they were facing the sky.

Verin walked over to Marcus and tapped his cock ring. The man shuddered as its runes began glowing and the plug inside his ass began to vibrate. A tendril moved over to his cock and began to stroke it. The slimy texture was driving Marcus mad with pleasure but the ring prevented him from cumming. "Please sir! I need to cum so badly, please let me cuMMPH!" A tendril that had been beside Marcus's muzzle had taken his words as an invite and had shoved itself into his mouth. The ratkin gave his second slave a cruel smile. "What was that? You want to be edged more? That can certainly be arranged." Marcus tried to protest, but the tendril in his mouth was actively fucking his throat, preventing him from speaking.

Meanwhile, two tentacles had found their way into Dralnox's ass and were alternating between filling him and pulling out. The gooey corruption felt cool inside the dragonkin's ass but the rapid pace brought a consistent stream of pleasure from the pounding of his prostate. He felt ruined, utterly broken as the tentacles used him as a fucktoy. A new tentacle found its way into his mouth and he sucked on it like it was the only source of nutrients for miles.

As a reward for his dragonic slave's eagerness, Verin waved his hand and commanded a new tentacle to move to his cock. But this one opened up at the tip and formed a hollow tube. It clamped down on his large dick and began vibrating while sucking his cock all at once. Dralnox screamed his pleasure out to the heavens but the thick tentacle in his mouth stifled the noise. It only worsened when a third tentacle joined the first two in his asshole, thrusting aggressively and blinding him with pleasure.

It was exactly what Verin had wanted. Every twisted desire was enacted by the corruption and did exactly what he wanted it to do. He commanded a tentacle to move over to his cock and start jerking it. The tentacle did so and he moaned as the texture of the slimy tendril increased his lust. He became so horny that he commanded the tentacle to move from jerking him off to shoving itself into his ass.

Moaning overtook the sound of rushing water as the three indulged in their desires near the river. Dralnox had his arms bound together by tendrils while tentacles were spreading his legs wide apart. Five tentacles were thrusting themselves in and out of him at a rapid pace while the sucker around his cock pumped up and down. He had a blissful smile on his face, even though he was busy sucking on a thick tentacle.

Marcus was wrapped in a tentacle cocoon and couldn't move. The tentacle around his cock had been joined by a sucker and he was now forced to endure simultaneously being jerked off and sucked rapidly.It didn't help that two tendrils were thrusting themselves down his throat at an alternating pace. His eyes were almost rolled into the back of his head, but he still couldn't cum because of the ring. Its runes were glowing brightly as some precum managed to seep through his cock and into the sucker tentacle.

Meanwhile, Verin was experiencing the pleasure of bottoming as a tentacle slowly shoved itself in and out of his asshole. Sweat matted his fur as he panted, slamming his hips up and down onto the tentacle. The purple fire blazing around his eyes was now burning brightly. He could feel his prostate quiver with every thrust downward. He could feel the slime of the tentacle rubbing off onto his insides. He understood then why Dralnox had given into the pleasure when they first fucked.

Dralnox's whining was growing louder and louder as he came close to his climax. When it finally hit, he screamed around the tentacle in his mouth and came into the sucker. It happily drank up his cum and pumped it straight into the ground, spreading the corruption in the area with every pump.

The five tentacles in his ass all pulled out and thrust back in at the same time when he cam. They all began spurting purple liquid into his ass. It filled him and bloated his stomach, making his normally muscled chest look like a rounded belly. It was much more than what he had taken before from Verin. When the tentacles finally stopped spewing he looked completely blissed out.

All of the tentacles yanked themselves out of his body and he groaned as the pressure in his stomach burst. The purple liquid that had been pumped into him gushed out of his ass as if shot out by a canon. It was immediately absorbed into the ground, causing the grass to become far more purple. The tentacles slowly set him down before retracting into the ground.

As for Marcus, Verin decided that he would be merciful and deactivated the runes on his cock ring. The gnoll's eyes widened and he screamed around the tendrils pounding his throat. Cum blasted out of his cock and into the tendril sucking him off, but instead of a pearly white, it was tinted violet and almost the same color as the tentacle sucking him off. Almost as if on cue, the tendrils in his mouth began spewing liquid corruption into his stomach.

Gulp after gulp, Marcus was forced to suck down the corruption being deposited straight into his stomach. Once they stopped spewing, they retracted from his mouth and into the ground. The tentacles around him lowered his body to the ground before dropping him there and retracting into the ground as well. He looked slightly bloated, but not nearly as filled as Dralnox had been.

"Hah, ah, oh fuck, this is so good! How is this so good!?" Verin panted. He was practically riding the tentacle in his ass. His prostate was going numb from the amount of punishment it was taking as slimy fluids flew out of ass when he rose and fell. His balls felt so full and he was almost there. Just a little more...

"OH FUCK!"

Cum flew everywhere as Verin sat fully on the tentacle and his cock exploded into the air. A loud moan rang through the area as his climax hit him like a tidal wave. White liquid splattered against the grass and into the river. Some of it got on Dralnox and Marcus, the former of the two panting happily as the shots hit his prone body while the latter was too exhausted to move. The orgasmic bliss lasted for a minute. Even when Verin came down from his pleasure high he continued to shoot his seed a while after that.

It took three minutes total for the ratkin's seed to finally stop shooting. By then, there was a large splatter of semen on the ground leading into the river. Although, while both of Verin's slaves were utterly drained by the experience, Verin himself felt more energized than ever before in his life. He looked down at his arms and could see the purple glow of corruption violently flowing through him. It became apparent to him that the more he used the corruption, the stronger it would become.

Groaning drew Verin's attention to the others. They both looked dazed and the ratkin decided that it would be best to let them sleep for the night. He reached out to the corruption in the ground. The vines on the trees reached down to the forest floor to connect with some of the remaining tentacles. Soon both the tentacles and the vines were woven together in an archway. Corruption flowed through the arch and a portal was formed connecting to the house in the Ethereal Abyss.

With a strength he never had before, Verin easily picked up both Dralnox and Marcus. He walked through the portal into the building. The wooden floor was still covered in semen from when he turned Dralnox into his slave. The ratkin dropped both slaves into the puddle without any care and turned his back.

Before he left, Verin had an idea. Simply flicking his hand was enough for the corruption to respond to the thought forming in his head. Marcus twitched as the ring around his cock liquified and snacked away from him. It slithered toward Verin and crawled up his leg into his open palm. Once there, the corruption compressed itself into a small orb the size of a pearl. He decided to leave the buttplug in.

The ratkin turned to his slaves before he left. "Stay here and rest up. Once I figure out what I'm going to do with the two of you I'll come back." They nodded in confirmation and Verin walked back through the portal.

The portal closed behind Verin as he walked back into the forest. The vines and tentacles unwove themselves before returning to where they were. Instead of allowing the tentacles to remain visible, Verin commanded them to hide in the ground until they were needed.

Figuring out a use for the newly corrupted area took a while but eventually Verin decided that it could be the start of a new place to live. This part of the forest very seldom saw any visitors and it was about time the ratkin owned his own property besides the little shop. In fact, why stop at just this small spot beside the river? With the corruption at his disposal, who was to stop Verin from doing what he wanted? He could do anything!

The small section of the corrupted forest began responding to Verin's wishes. The corruption spread through the ground, claiming the land for its wielder. The process would take time but Verin knew he had plenty of that.

To any onlooker, this section of the forest would look slightly overgrown and tinted a violet color. However, if anybody were to trespass without Verin's permission, the area would come alive and viciously attack them, corrupting them until they were another slave under Verin's control.

After Verin was finished commanding the corruption, he tossed the pearl of corruption still in his hand into the river. There was a brilliant flash of purple before the river started turning purple as well. The river would aid in the process of expanding the corruption.

Verin turned away from the river and moved to the area he left his clothes back in. Thankfully, his clothing had been spared from his aggressive load from earlier. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about Marcus's clothing. Oh well. It was midnight by now and he still had to go on his nightly run. Even though he had gotten messy corrupting that area of the forest with his two pets, Verin still had a job to do and didn't feel like bathing in the river again.

It was a little after midnight by the time Verin reached the town. Hopefully Marcus didn't alert anybody before following him into the town, otherwise there would be problems, and severe punishment would be dealt afterward. With the skills he had obtained from sneaking around places all his life, it was easy to slip into the town unnoticed now that his head was clear.

The previous night had been a raid on the marketplace. Maybe tonight Verin would go for the residential section... no, invading people's homes wasn't his style. Even though he was a thief, stealing from people's homes was something he rarely did. Perhaps...

Another idea came to Verin. Instead of continuing to steal things for a living and getting by on the scraps of others, maybe it was time he tried to move up in the world. Now that he had the corruption he might just have a shot at getting an adventurer's license. All he needed was to take the test at the Adventurer's Guild Hall in town.

The one faction within the town that couldn't care less about the fact that he was a ratkin was the Adventurer's Guild. An organization based on commissions, quests, and keeping in good standing with the public had no reason to be picky with its members. It was well known that while adventuring was filled with risks, it could also have great rewards.

So, with a new plan in his mind, Verin set off to the Adventurer's Guild.