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The Demon looked down at his prey. He marvelled at the physique of the Draenei that lay in front of him. Even without the armour, the prone vindicator's status proved that he was... impressive. The Legion had failed twice now to return their brethren to the fold, and make whole the family that had been shattered so long ago. They would have to be subtle and stealthy with their corruption, setting them upon the path until it is too late for them to stop what would be to come.

The male's name was Hanneth; he had only recently ascended to the position of vindicator and had been an easy capture for the demon's agents. The young were always so brash and full of zeal. Simply, the demon had provided a target that had been too important and temping for the young paladin to resist. Now his task was simple, convert the Draenei to the legion's will. Then, plant back this double agent, and spread the legion's corruption until their precious purity and piety were nothing more than ash beneath his hooves.

Hanneth could not see very far, the darkness around him was impenetrable. The mystic chains that bound his hands behind his back were tense and each time he pulled, they only seemed to draw tighter. He steadied his breath and tried to focus as his masters had taught him. This was not the end; if he was to perish to the demon's claw the light would welcome him.

WOULD IT? A voice boomed around him. It felt like it was almost inside his head.

"Who.... are you?" The blue skinned male glanced around. "What do you want?"

THOSE ARE BOTH IMPORTANT QUESTIONS, ONES THAT I AM NOT READY TO ANSWER AT THIS MOMENT. I WILL MAKE THIS VERY PLAIN FOR YOU, HANNETH, YOU ARE GOING TO TELL ME EVERYTHING, OR I AM GOING TO RIP IT FROM YOUR MIND AND LEAVE YOU A MINDLESS SOULLESS AUTOMATON.

"You... you can't do that..." The Vindicators' voice faltered slightly. "No demon in the legion has such power."

YOU ARE CORRECT, I AM NOT OF THE LEGION. I AM THEIR FRIEND HOWEVER, AND THEY HAVE BARTERED FOR MY ASSISTANCE. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY HAVE PROMISED ME? WHAT THEY HAVE PLEDGED TO GIVE ME IN RETURN FOR MY AID?

"No..." Hanneth's voice was strong, but the demon could sense the subtle tones of fear that coloured it.

YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE, OH, THE LEGION WILL TAKE WHAT THEY NEED. PROBABLY EVEN KEEP SEVERAL OF YOUR FEMALES FOR BREEDING STOCK, BUT IN THE END, YOU BLUE SKINNED TRAITORS WILL BE MINE. YOU WILL BE A FABULOUS ARMY OF WARRIORS WHO ARE SWORN TO ME AND ME ALONE, MINE TO COMMAND.

_ _"No." strength returning to Hanneth's voice. "I will never server a Demon."

WE SHALL SEE... WE SHALL SEE.... NOW I AM CERTAIN THAT YOU ARE WONDERING WHY YOU ARE HERE IN THIS ROOM, CHAINED TO THE GROUND AND WITHOUT A SCRAP OF CLOTHING ON YOU.

For the first time Hanneth was aware of his lack of clothing. His cheeks burned slightly as he shifted uncomfortably. He had always been a modest Draenei, if not bashful. He was completely dedicated to his faith and the light. Such things as thoughts of the flesh were a distraction from his duty, but now he could feel the cold stone against his knees and tail. The thin sheen of sweat that coated his body was from the hot air that seemed to cycle about the room. His long black hair hung, in around his shoulders. The twin tassels of his chin tickling his chest lightly.

He could see now, two points burning dimly in the darkness, their light was foul and unholy. That could only be the eyes of the demon to whom he spoke still, the darkness remained close and thick around him. If not for the warm glow of the magic that bound him he would not even be able to see his own nakedness.

_SO HANNETH... WHERE DO WE START? _ The demon chuckled. I ALWAYS LIKE TO START BACK AT THE BEGINNING. IT'S ALWAYS SUCH A VERY GOOD PLACE TO START. SO HOW FAR BACK DO WE HAVE TO GO? A WEEK? A MONTH? A YEAR, FIVE YEARS, TEN? WHEN WAS THAT FIRST TIME IT SPARKED IN YOU MIND AND HEART. WHERE IS THE POINT THAT SIN TRIED TO TOUCH YOU IN YOUR MOST PRIVATE PLACES AND YOU TURNED AWAY FROM THE LIGHT, EVEN IF FOR THE BRIEFEST OF MOMENTS.

Hanneth quivered as images flashed through across his vision. The Demon really did have the power it boasted. He could feel the oily grimy touch of the beast's mind upon his; it shuffled his thoughts like a scribe would shuffle through parchment look for a particular scroll. The Draenei focused his thoughts, pushing forward the bulk of his memories against the demon. Carefully, he pulled certain ones back, trying to keep them from the creature. He had thought his efforts were most successful until the demon took in a sharp hissing breath. He seemed annoyed at the paladin's efforts to conceal his weakness, and as the images stopped, Hanneth watched as a toned red skinned arm extended into the dull light of the area which surrounded Hanneth. His hand had black sharp nails and the demons arm bulged with sleek muscles. The hand at the end unfurled four fingers and a thumb and its palm was turned up as though to take something from the Draenei.

IF YOU WISH THIS TO BE DIFFICULT I WILL MAKE SURE IT IS ALSO PAINFUL!

Hanneth gasped, as the light seemed to solidify around him, like hot embers, his skin felt aflame and his vision blurred and jumped from image to image once more. Now it stopped and he was forced to relive the moment where he as an acolyte had held his ground against a host of the legion. It was him and another Draenei, a priest, whose will had broken and he wished to flee and abandon their post. Hanneth had stood his ground and turned the tide of the battle. The priest, however, had never recovered from the events. It was a moment that had defined who Hanneth saw himself; true, devout and strong.

Then as suddenly as it had come to him, he felt a painful tearing, as though his limbs were being pulled away from his body. He screamed out in agony and was left gasping for air as he watch a small ball of light float over to the extended hand. The Draenei quivered for several long moments as he felt fear mounting in his heart. He knew something had just been taken from him, but he had never had to face such a hopeless battle, he had never been able to prove his worth on the field of battle. Perhaps he should not resist too much, if he could appease the demon in some way, he would be able to find a way to escape. The first closed around the small orb of light, and within moments, a small swish of smoke escaped between the clenched fingers as it was snuffed out from the world.

The arm pulled back into the darkness and the voice once again spoke. YOU KNOW NOT WHAT I HAVE TAKEN, BUT YOU KNOW I HAVE TAKEN IT. YOU REMEMBER THE PAIN THOUGH, IF YOU FORCE ME TO TAKE MORE! I SUGGEST YOU LET ME WORK, MY LITTLE BLUE TOY. I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO SCOUR AWAY EVERYTHING IN YOUR PRETTY LITTLE HEAD IN ORDER TO FIND WHAT I SEEK. I WILL DO IT, MAKE NO MISTAKE, SHOULD YOU CONTINUE TO RESIST, I WILL TURN YOU INTO AN EMPTY USELESS SOULLESS SHELL. YOUR EYES WILL GO BLACK AND NO LIGHT WILL EVER SHINE FROM THEM AGAIN. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? TELL ME, ARE YOU GOING TO RESIST ME?

"I... I... have to resist...." The voice of the Draenei felt so much younger, so much less certain.

OH, I NOW YOU HAVE YOUR DUTY BOY. Hanneth felt the demons touch inside his brain again and shivered. JUST GIVE ME WHAT I WANT AND I WILL STOP. NOTHING MORE WILL HAVE TO BE DONE.

'What.... what... do you want?"

THINK BACK CHILD, THINK BACK TO THE FIRST TIME YOU FELT YOUR BODY DESIRE, YOUR MIND LUST, YOUR HEART FILLED WITH AVARICE. THIS IS THE MOMENT OF YOUR HISTORY I NEED, AND I WILL HAVE IT, MAKE NO MISTAKE. YOU ARE MINE ALREADY, BUT I AM A BENEVOLENT MASTER, AND I DO NOT WISH TO DESTROY THAT WHICH MAKES YOU UNIQUE. JUST GIVE ME THE KEYS AND I WILL OPEN YOU TO SOMETHING YOU NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE.

Hanneth struggle as best he could, he could feel the oily grip of the demon reaching into his head once more, sliding his thoughts and memories around in his mind. He had thought them hidden but like an bee to a flower, the demon could sense his weakness, and his captor pulled forth the memories that it wanted him to see and relive: There, standing before him, he saw himself, barely an acolyte, studying to be a priest, his fifteen summer just enough for him to begin filling out his frame. The loose robes of his position slick with sweat as he worked hard at the menial tasks he had been assigned. He was on all fours, scrubbing the floors of the armoury when a vindicator entered the room. Paladin was worn and tired from battle, she had fought hard that day, and the city had remained safe. He heard her voice call out for him, the sound of it light and like a song.

THAT'S NOT RIGHT IS IT BOY. The voice of the demon echoed in his ears. OH THE PALADIN WAS THERE ALRIGHT, BUT IT WASN'T A FEMALE, IT HAD HAVE BEEN A MALE. A LARGE AND MASCULINE ONE, ENOUGH TO MAKE ALMOST ANYONE QUIVER ON THE INSIDE.

As the voice spoke, he could once again hear the voice of the paladin call for him, but now the voice dropped to a deep rumble that made the pit of Hanneth's stomach tremble with trepidation. Quickly leaving his chore he attending the large battle worn paladin, his head bowed and the cowl of his robes raised up. "How my I serve, noble Vindicator?"

'DISROBE ME.' The paladin commanded. 'I am too tired to undress my armour.'

With shaking hands and an almost silent yes sir, Hanneth began to undress the paladin. Just as he had before in his memory he could see the wounds the paladin bore from his battle, the armour dented and scored, and yet each time his fingers brushed against the flesh of the paladin's, he felt his hand tingle like they had gone numb. It took several minutes as he peels away the layers, laying each piece carefully to the side. He knelt there, as the paladin sat stretched out against the wall, with nothing but a loin cloth to gird his loins. Hanneth felt his breath catch in his throat from just being there. The acolyte felt his body stir as it always had with his memory of this moment. Things seemed so very wrong, but he could remember everything so clearly now and he wondered how he had he ever thought that the person had been a female. Hanneth focused on his memory, trying to pull all the details to make sure he was correct, as his memory continue to pass before his eyes. Just as his memory remembered the paladin turned to him with a wiry smile.

"Do you like what you see boy?" the vindicator said, just as it always had in his memories. Hanneth trembled, his eyes searching up and down the paladin's body, from his broad shoulders to the thick powerful legs with his heavy cloven hooves. He wanted to reach out and touch the other male's chest, but he chided himself. Why would he wish to feel the chest of another male that made no sense, his mind faltering for a moment.

SUCH STRENGTH, SUCH POWER, HE COULD LIFT YOU WITH BUT A SINGLE HAND. The voice was oily and slipped through his ears into his mind as it echoed. It was true, the vindicator was of mammoth proportion, and Hanneth was not small, but this Draenei he was of different stock. His skin was a deep ruddy completion, almost purple in color and his eyes were black like onyx, no light seemed to escape there deep pools. Hanneth could hear words being spoken, be all he remember was that they granted his hands permission to explore. Quivering his reached out to the flesh and it felt so soft and hot, just as he remembered it, yet as his hands played over the body of the male in front of him, he could not help but feel his own arousal building within his loins. He gazed with awe and wonder as his ministrations seemed to have an effect on the paladin. The powerful man's breath came in a quick deep pace and from beneath his small loin cloth a great root began to sprout, growing slowly at first. Soon though, it was pushing its was out from behind its cloth confines and standing proudly erect for the young Draenei. Its tapered head pulsing, a clear thick liquid beginning to ooze from its tip as the Paladins arousal beat in time with his pounding heart.

"You like what you see boy?" Hanneth didn't even question the low gravelly voice of the male any longer; his entire world was taken up by image of this male in front of him. It was everything he had hoped for; he had dreamt about... His mind flickered again as he felt like he was swimming through thick oil, trying to move and yet there was so much quicksand around him, his breath coming in labours gasps. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, he was back there kneeling in the aura of light. His naked form all too real as he felt his sweat slicked skin, his heaving chest, his erection pulsing in time with the thrum of his heart.

"How... I remember... but I have never.... Males don't...." His mind reeled as he tried to make sense of all that he had seen. It had been his own memory, but he what he saw it couldn't be. His mind quivered as he tried to gather the small reserves of will that he had remaining.

WELL THAT CAN'T BE TRUE, NOW CAN IT? YOU ARE PRACTICALLY DRIPPING, JUST SHOWING ME THAT MEMORY. The voice had taken on a mocking tone that stung Hanneth with its contempt. He knew that same sex pairing was frowned upon, as his people needed to breed to survive. IT NOT YOUR FAULT HANNETH, YOUR JUST BORN THAT WAY.

"No!" he shouted out, his will holding briefly. "You have done this demon! I will fight you! I will fight you to the bitter end!"

AH GOOD, VINDICATOR HANNETH. The voice was cold and barely hid the rage behind it. I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD FIGHT.

Hanneth's fists clenched as the cold talons of the demon once again plunged into his mind. Their sharp edges slicing the edges of his sanity as they sifted through his mind like dry parchment. He briefly saw a vision of his love; they had mated only once before her death but it had been a moment of beautiful and profound connection. That moment had giving him the strength to survive so much hardship and was the reason for his continued battle against the legion. As the talons dug in around the moment of their mating, Hanneth screamed and pleaded for the demon to stop, to not take what he knew the demon would. As the memory tore away from his soul, Hanneth felt the flame of his will dim. He slumped back again the chains of his captor and wondered why he fought so hard against this demon, there was nothing more for him out in the world. His love had died unrequited and in the depths of his mind the doubt of his own desires began to take root.

WHAT DOES LOVE HAVE TO DO WITH IT, MY BOY? The demon cooed as he caressed the glowing ball of energy that was Hanneth's memory. He tucked it away, Love was potent, and it was a memory that he would now be able to use later to supplant a different prey. TELL ME, WHY DO YOU PERSIST? WHY TO YOU INSIST UPON THIS COURSE?

The Draenei wavered for a moment as the fire of his will was not enough to keep the crushing cold of his situation at bay. He shivered as his sweat slick body ached from tip to tail, ever muscle burden with fatigue and his will had fled from his body. The young Draenei was quiet as he wept silent tears that ran cold down his face. He was going to die here, broken and alone and there was nothing that he could do or say that was going to change that. At least he could prevent the Demon from gaining the anything.

YOU ARE ALMOST READY. SOON...

Hanneth felt the presence of the demon leave him as the light of the room went dark.

******

Hanneth had no idea how much time had passed. His thoughts swirled as he tried to think on the things that had been done to him; He knew that the demon had played with his mind, but even now his memories seemed as natural to him as the day they were supposed to have had happened. He prayed to the light, yet nothing answered his prayers. The insidious seed that the demon had planted into the Draenei's mind had taken root in so many of his memories now; Hanneth felt little else other than loathing and contempt for himself. All his training told him that his urges were unnatural, that to lust after another male was something that was wasteful at best and a road to corruption at worst. He sworn that he would not let his body betray him, he called all his faith and discipline to bear and forced the thoughts of the vindicator from his mind.

YES CHILD, I SEE THAT PITIFUL THING YOU CALL A BACKBONE. The demons voice was again close; Hanneth thought it strange that he had not sensed the creatures approach. A blinding white spot light flared to life above Hanneth and he clenched his eyes to protect against its burning rays.

YOU THINK YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT WILL SAVE YOU. YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THEN A HEATHEN, AN IMMORAL SACK OF SHIT TO BE THROWN AWAY WITH THE REST OF THE GARBAGE.

This time the demon strode forward its body illuminated by the light. A hood of shadows hid its features from Hanneth's gaze but the creatures red skin glistened with just enough sweat to show each ridge and ripple of muscle. It wore no clothing to hide itself or the massive endowment that hung limply between its cloven legs. Hanneth felt his throat tighten and grow dry as he gazed upon the demons body, his thoughts flashed back to his youth, the images of his hands playing of the skin of the Paladin; His fingers sliding over the skin of another male, arousing them both. Hanneth found his breath shallow and his own body beginning to respond. Quickly he forced those thoughts from his head.

The magical chains that held his arms and waist pulled taunt and the Draenei was hauled to his feet, his body aching with the movement. The clack of the demon's hooves stopped behind the Draenei, and Hanneth felt the hot touch of the demons finger tips trail along the small of his back, down his spine towards the base of his tail. He gasped as the heat of the demon seemed to infect his flesh, clenching his teeth and focused his mind away from the sensual touch. The demon stepped forward, his corrupt flesh barely touching Hanneth's back, the large arms beginning to circle around as the burning trail of the demons fingers tips played over Hanneth's abdomen. The Draenei quivered as the muscle contracted on their own from the intense sensation of the touch. The demon lean into its prey and whispered into his ear.

YOU HAVE FELT THIS BEFORE HAVE YOU NOT LITTLE ONE. The demon chuckled softly, deftly it brought a hand up and began to trace the lines of the Draenei face, and such direct contact gave the demon much a much more powerful conduit for his ministrations.

_YOUR PRECIOUS FAITH WAS NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO PROTECT YOU. IN FACT, IT WAS YOUR FAITH THAT ALMOST DESTROYED YOU, ISN'T IT? YOU SEVERED MANY VINDICATORS AS A SQUIRE AND NONE SO DILIGENTLY AS THE ONE THAT TOOK FROM YOU AS MUCH AS HE GAVE TO YOU. _

"No... I... the men I server under were noble and honourable warriors." Hanneth croaked. His thoughts wandered over the three he had served, each of them had been harsher then the last, but still each had been honourable.

YOU SEE, YOUR MIND WISHES TO FORGET, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I AM SAYING IS THE TRUTH.

"What.... What truth...." The Draenei felt a hand brush against the top of his groin and he let out another gasp.

YOUR FIRST, HE WAS HARSHEST, MOST DEMANDING OF YOUR MASTERS. HE EXPECTED NOTHING BUT TOTAL OBEDIENCE AND THAT IS WHAT YOU GAVE. YOU KNOW THAT HE WAS AN UNPARALLELED WARRIOR, BUT THAT OTHERS SHUNNED HIM. THOUGH YOU LEARNED WHY AS YOU SERVED HIM, YOU BECAME HIS CHARGE AND HE TRAINED YOU TO BE THE WARRIOR YOU ARE TODAY. HIS SKILL WAS PASSED TO YOU, BUT THAT WAS NOT ALL THAT HE PASSED ON TO HIS YOUNG CHARGE. HE TOLD YOU THAT IN ORDER TO BE STRONG THAT YOU HAD TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS TO BE BROKEN, TO BE AS NOTHING. YOU SCOFFED AT HIS WORDS, AND HIS ANGER BEGAN TO BREW AS A GREAT TEMPEST DOES. MANY TIME YOU TRAINED TOGETHER, HE TOOK YOU FAR FROM YOUR FELLOW DRAENAI. HE TOOK YOU TO A HEAVY WOODED GLENN AND THERE YOU TRAINED FOR LONG HOURS. THE LESSONS WERE HARD AND YOU FOUGHT WITH ALL THE SKILL HE HAD COME TO EXPECT. IT WAS THERE THAT HE TAUGHT YOU YOUR FINAL LESSON. TAKING HIS SWEAT SLICK CLOTHES HE THREW THEM ASIDE AND CHALLENGED YOU TO A TEST OF STRENGTH: SUBMISSION WAS THE ONLY VICTORY.

The demon let his hands trail along the sides of Hanneth's body. The clawed tip of the demon's fingers tracing down the sensitive blue flesh. The young Draenei gasped from the stimulation, his body tingled and burned at the demons touch. There was nothing he could do to stifle the fire that the demons touch ignited in him.

YOU WERE COCKY WEREN'T YOU? YOUTH HAS A WAY OF MAKING ONE FEEL INVINCIBLE. YOU ACCEPTED HIS CHALLENGE, WITHOUT QUESTION, AND AGAIN WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING. QUICKLY YOU DROPPED YOUR OWN GARB AS WELL AND THE TWO OF YOU HAD AT IT. ALMOST EVEN WAS THE MATCH, FOR MINUTES YOU FOUGHT. ALMOST AN HOUR HAD PASSED, YOUR BODIES WRITHED AND STRAINED AGAINST EACH OTHER. THE SWEET MUSK OF SWEAT AND MALE EXERTION FILLED THE GLEN AS YOU FOUGHT. YOU CHEERED AT YOUR TRIUMPH AS YOU PINNED HIM TO THE GROUND, FACE TO FACE YOU PINNED HIS ARMS AND LEGS, YOU CALLED FOR HIS SUBMISSION, YET HE DID NOT YIELD.

Hanneth panted, with each word he could feel the fight as thought it was happening just as the demon spoke. It was real; he could feel the strength of his maters arms, the blow from his maters hoof as the wrestled. He could feel the hard flesh press against him as he lay there pressed against his master's front. Panting he called for his masters submission. He gasping demands were only met with a wicked grin from the older Draenei. As Hanneth had not understood the rules of the engagement, nor was he aware of the keen arousal there bout had built in his master.

YES, THIS IS WHERE THE DAM BROKEN, THE WEDGE WAS DRIVEN INTO THE CRACK AND YOU LUST FINALLY SPILLED OUT. WITH A SUDDEN ROCK OF YOUR MASTER'S HIPS YOU FELT IT. IT WAS FORBIDDEN, YET THE FRUIT YOU ARE BANNED FROM TASTING CAN ONLY BE THE SWEETEST THING. YOU FELT THE STRENGTH OF HIS MALE ROOT PRESSED AGAIN YOU PUCKERED HOLE. YOU FELT THE COLOR AND HEAT OF YOUR OWN EMBARRASSMENT FILL YOUR HEAD AND FACE. IT WAS SWIFT MOTION THAT YOU FELT YOUR MASTER REVERSE THE POSITION THE TWO OF YOU SHARED.

The demons hands played over Hanneth's entire chest, sliding back now and traced lower. There infectious touch was finally overpowering the Draenei's will. His moans were open now, his body pressed against the demons touch. He mind was lost in the moment that the demon whispered to his ear. His pulse was pounding in his throat and groin, his mind trying to tell him that this was not real, that this was nothing but the demons wants laid atop his own. Each moment seemed to take hours to pass.

TELL ME BOY? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW?

Hanneth shook his head the voice was so close as his body burned from its exertion, he could feel the wet slick tip of hot flesh pressed against his hole. His emotions and instincts told his sense that this was real. Hanneth swallowed as best he could, looking up at the dark eyes of his first master. Here he lay, his master poised to plunge himself into the darkest places of Hanneth's young body.

"Are you going to submit to me, or am I going to have to rape that hole of yours?" The older Draenei rocked his hips a fraction to emphasize his point.

"What....no, you never.... Sir, please, this is so wrong...." The voice was troubled, young yet Hanneth knew it was his own. It had been so long since he had heard it. He felt a callous hand brush against the sensitive flesh of his own erection then grip it with such strength that he could not stop the moan of desire that he felt.

"I will not have a liar as my squire." The statement seemed to shatter all that Hanneth had held of himself. He felt his whole image break apart and turn to dust. Everything he had done, all the time he had denied what he desired, it had all been a lie. He wanted this, since that first moment he realized that two males could be attracted to another; He had secretly wished for a moment like this. He whimpered and nodded silently.

"What was that BOY?" the older Draenei asked loudly.

"I submit..." Hanneth whispered.

"Still can't hear you." The master gripped Hanneth's hips and readied himself to plunge into the boy's hole, milking as much of his pre as he could onto the boy's hole.

"Please..... I submit.... I submit, Master." Hanneth yelled out as he felt the tip pressing hard against his hole.

"Well, that good to hear boy," he smiled a wicked grin, "I always like those I fuck to give me permission first."

Hanneth's felt his body scream as his master drove his cock into his virgin hole, a scream both of pain and of fulfillment. Hanneth felt the solid member rip through his defense and plunge deep into the depths of his soul. He felt everything sear away and nothing was left but the feeling of his master penetrating him to his very core. He clutched to the larger Draenei as the pain subsided and the vast fullness washed over his being. All the doubt, all the fear, it was washed away as the warmth of his masters flesh throbbed within the places no males should ever have touched. Slowly ever so painfully, his master began to rock his hips back and forth, almost not even moving. Then, as time seemed to drag on into minutes, and then what seemed like hours, he felt his master's flesh sliding within him. Rubbing and pulling against the sensitive flesh of his insides, nothing mattered now but the fulfilment of his and his master's needs. Quickly, Hanneth's legs clasp around the hips that drove so hard again his hips, as he could feel and hear the slurp of his gaping flesh as the huge member was pushed and pulled from his hole. His breath was ragged and gasping as he felt the sweat begin to bead and drip from his bare flesh as their union continued. His master cooed as he felt the desire of his pupil's to meet his powerful thrusts. He whispered obscenities in their native tongue as they continued to rut. Hanneth felt his arms released as the powerful hand lifted him and turned him on the huge spear of flesh until he was upon his hands and knees, his own genitals throbbing rudely between his legs. His hard cock slapping loudly against his belly each time his master thrust deep into his, and Hanneth could feel the heavy orbs of his sac aching for release and with pleasure that was being force into him.

YOUR ENJOYING AREN'T YOU BOY?** **The demon whispered.

"I... Never... It is... it's... too much..." Hanneth gasped as he felt the sweat dripping from his chin. The heat from his master rutting was such that his head swam, places inside him burned in ways that he had never felt. He was touched in a way that no male should ever have touched him. Then it came, very suddenly as the room seemed to be lit with a thousand little explosions of color and pleasure. He didn't even have time to feel his balls churn and pull tight against his groin as his cock began to pulse and spill his seed uselessly upon the ground. As his vision glazed he felt the huge Draenei above him grip his hips and begin pounding deeply into the now open hole below Hanneth's Tail. "It's just... want... so big... too much..."

YOUR WRONG BOY.** The Demon whispered into his prey's ear. ** THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT, WHAT YOU HAVE ALWAYS WANTED. IN FACT YOU WANT MORE! YOU WANT IT HARDER, FASTER, DEEPER THEN THIS, DON'T YOU?

The motion of the rut filled the young Draenei's world, he could no longer tell the difference between his body and that of his master. He found his master's pleasure could only serve to heighten his own. He felt the release building slowly at first but like an avalanche during the spring thaw it came without warning; he felt the muscles within his master tighten, his already enlarged penis flare within his dark recess and press hard against his tender insides. It was then that Hanneth felt his master seed begin to fill him, his own member pulsed in time with the blasts of his master hot burning seed, until the dam that held his own lust broke and his felt his sac tighten to his groin for the second time without touching himself, and the flesh of his cock harden in a way he thought not possible. The seed spill out him in thick gooey gob splattering hotly again the ground as the last of his purity was milked from his body.

The world was blank for Hanneth's it seemed as though everything was so far away. Slowly the images seemed to form as they played across his mind, they were lurid, perverted and each of them stoked the fire that had now been ignited within his loins. Hanneth drew deep ragged breaths as his lungs burned for air. The images came faster now, not always of him paired with others but of his master and those that he spied on and things that he could not understand completely flashing across his vision.

Feelings seemed to bloom within him, want and desire that only now seemed to have deep seeded roots from that first night where his master had planted the seed so deep within his soul that he would never question its source. He hungered to spread the fire of desire that had claimed him. This slight inferno raged within his soul and burned away that which had once been a pure and pious Draenei. In its place a subtle and vicious tool of the legion, hungry to provide his special skills and pleasures to those who would accept or those who would accept him eventually, was all that remained. The demon chuckled as he watches the newest demon of the legion impale himself upon the fel crystals he had been specially crafted for such this event. Hanneth's world was consumed through the demonic lust which now gripped him; in his mind so many images washed over him, everything he had once been seemed like a distant memory, nothing more than a cruel trick fate may have played on him in his dreams once. Here, now, he felt the hot flesh of another creature in his mouth, and yet another plunging its way into his now open hole. He looked around to see humans, dwarves and night elves surrounding him. His master strode forward, using a human cloth to clean himself. Hanneth's body ached from use and need. It was only when a burly dwarf stepped forward his body was stout and thick, his cock jutted forward a slab of stone thick and blunt. Hanneth stared as the fleshy cock before his mouth.

"Aye lad, if you're going to be our whore, you're going to have to a'learn ta do 'nything." the dwarf simply grabbed the Draenei's horns and drove his musky flesh into the open mouth before it. The dwarf was powerful, obviously the build of a warrior that had seen many battles. Hanneth quickly pulled his hands to hold the dwarf's hips as the stout warrior took his pleasure with the Draenei's once virgin mouth.

IT SAD REALLY. NOT EVEN SUCH DEBAUCHERY AS THIS CAN SATISFY YOU ANY MORE. EACH TIME YOU TAKE THEIR SEED, THE HUNGER ONLY GROWS IN YOU. The demon now stood back from his prey. He chuckled as he stroked his long pointed black beard. He watched as the Hanneth's hunger grew, forcing him to reach out for others around him. No one male would ever again be able to sate the Draenei's hunger. He quickly took males in hand and in time, drained as many males of their seed as possible. Finally, laying on the ground, panting, Hanneth could no longer move his body, exhausted from his actions. His body was covered in seed, his stomach bloated from the seed he had swallowed. Finally, the blissful darkness of unconsciousness folded itself over his lust filled mind.

*****

It was dark and S'arrolth was on patrol near the Exodar. He was young, but his duty to protect his people burned brightly in his heart. It was here in the distant wilds of the forest that surrounded the city that he came upon the beaten and battered form of one of his brother's. He had been stripped bare, and the patrolman could see the abuse that had been visited upon him. He quickly rushed to the Draenei's side and offered what little aid he could. He carried him as far as he could till nightfall and then they rested in a nearby cave. There the rescued Draenei awoke as S'arrolth was trying to clean his body.

"Do you always care for your charges so well?" Hanneth asked with a smooth clamming voice. His eyes once blue eyes ablaze with a pale green light. The sickly yellow of the fel corruption hidden within him was the only sign that anything was wrong. Starting into the youth's face, Hanneth could feel his innocence; his ignorance to such pleasures as the he had so became addicted to. Hanneth found he could push subtle thoughts and ideas into the youths mind and encouraged him to continue his ministration upon his injured body. As he worked between the Draenei's legs, Hanneth simply closed his eyes and let out a low guttural growl as his willed his erection to life. Within seconds, the large cock swelled from its flaccid state to standing proudly forward, mere inches from the young guard's face.

"You're hungry, aren't you boy?" Hanneth asks, his question more of a command. He can already feel the guard's confusion and pressed into the guards mind, using that confusion against him. Without another word, the large Draenei cupped the back of the young man's head and brought his lips forward to meet the end of his cock. It pulsed as they touched and a hot gob of pre seemed to splatter against the guard's lips. Pulling back against the hand on his head he couldn't help but lick them clean and try to spit out that which had already been consumed.

"What are you doing, such things they are forbidden!" the guard yelled at the naked male in front of him. S'arrolth tried to look away but the body in front of him was perfect, strong, sculpted, and found himself staring directly at the large cock that swayed between Hanneth's hips. It was becoming easier now; Hanneth placed in more thoughts, and began to massage his rescuer's defenses. It took minutes at, until finally Hanneth gasped and felt the rush has the guard fell to his knees and began to sucks wantonly. He could feel the will crumble under his ministration as Hanneth gripped the head and pumped his hips as he felt the sweet release of his hot thick seed into his newest conquest, as the guard savoured the first of many meals he would receive from his master. Looking up in to his master's face his own eyes slowly taking on the pale green tint that ruled his master's eyes.

"If you liked that." Hanneth rolled the man onto his back. Reaching down and gripping the belt and waist of his new slave's pants, and tore them from his body. Then as the pair aligned themselves. "You're going to love this!" Hanneth drove his hips forward with force that was unnatural even for a Draenei of his size. The guard moaned out in lust, as what little purity his soul had left was quickly consumed by the demon above him. The corrupted Draenei continued their rut until the newest recruit fell to the ground, his endurance and seed drained to nil.

*****

In the dark room, the cloaked figure watched from shadows as he watched his newest creation begin its rampage through the lands of Azeroth. He had enjoyed breaking the soul so pure, it made his work... fulfilling. He felt the presence of his employer before he had even entered the chamber. Entities as powerful as Kil'Jaden were not to be trifled with.

"Have you done as you had promised?" The winged creature asked, dark smoke pouring from where he stood.

"See for yourself." The demon motioned to the glowing sphere. There as he watch Kil'jaden watched as the pair split from there depraved union and each headed in different directions. The acts they committed as he watched sickened him. He turned back to the foreign demon.

"Is this what you will reduce them to." his anger barely contained. "I wanted them brought to the fold, not trampled upon until they were nothing but mindless fuck toys."

The great leader of the burning Legion could do little to avert his eyes from the bright and sparkling images that the demon's scrying showed. He could feel nothing but revulsion, but still he could not look away. His anger forced his breaths to come in heavy gasps. He knew it had been a mistake to allow this foreign demon into their world. Kil'Jaden stared at the imaged, the sparkle that danced around the edge of them. He tried to bring his power to bear, but found his mind and body would not comply.

"I did promise that to you did not I." the red skinned demon chuckled as a sharp blade sliced through the garments and armour straps that Kil'Jaden wore. The items fell quickly away leaving heavy massive form of the Legions leader there nude staring blankly into the light of the scrying pool. The red skinned demon reached down and fondled the cock of his the now passive Kil'Jaden. He knew that his ultimate victory was at hand. "But my dear, I do believe you didn't understand which flock it was that you would be joining."

Laughing as the he pleasured possibly one of the more powerful creatures he had ever seen, the Demon marvelled at how easy it had been to infiltrate this new realm and bend it to his will. Now with the power of the Legion, he would return to his own realm and conquer those that had cast him out. He was not one to take such direct actions, but generally he was always the one who noticed such opportunities.