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The Tear.

It was just a colloquial term, really. The Tear was one of the few places in all reality that didn't have a true name. True names came from the magic that saturated a land, but the tear was more of a gap than it was a location - A magically dead zone, in other words. No one really knew how it came about.

Many, however, tried to make use of its more unique properties. A place cut off from all natural sources of magic... No natural creature could regenerate their power here. There was no well to draw from, and with their connection to the rest of the world cut off, mages were just as vulnerable there as they would be without their powers.

For a time, the Tear operated as a prison of sorts. It was used to hold the worst of criminals, or men whose magic made them so dangerous that they simply couldn't be allowed to roam free. Mages, monsters, and other creatures that used their magic to wreak havoc were all sent into this place, and it was assumed that they were entirely harmless from then on.

Of course, understanding of the Tear hadn't yet been perfected when the mages had begun to use it as a prison. In all their efforts, one key fact had not been discovered. Certain magical creatures - ones that relied on magic for their very existence - could maintain a fragile connection with the rest of reality, even in a zone that should have forbidden it. Dragons, demons, other creatures of myth... their power was weakened, perhaps, but not lost entirely.

As with all such things, the fact was overlooked until a particularly powerful demon was banished into the Tear. His powers didn't vanish the way they should have; they became weaker, certainly, but he maintained a certain connection that he could use to fuel his power. That gave him the edge he needed to take over, turning the Tear into a criminal hub.

It became a haven for mages and creatures of all kinds; no hunter would chase them here, not when they would be so strongly disadvantaged. They lurked outside, waiting, but...

There was no telling where one would emerge from the Tear.

Which was the reason one hunter in particular refused to give up the chase. Kelroth, Guardian of the Sands... He was a powerful mage in his own right, a draconic man with dark scales and swirling marks of glittering gold. They seemed to writhe about on his skin, almost as though they were alive.

They were, in a manner of speaking; Kelroth's wife, a talented young priestess within the same draconic tribe, had enchanted them. They were capable of lashing out at his enemies from his body, immobilising them and allowing the dragon to take them down.

Such magic, unfortunately, did him little good in the Tear. The moment Kelroth shifted in, he staggered, disoriented from his sudden disconnection with most of the forces that powered him; the golden thread on his body abruptly froze in place as its source of power was lost. All that remained was that single, vital source of power that kept him alive.

It was terrifying. Part of him wanted to leave immediately to a place where he would not be so blatantly vulnerable - but he had to do stay and find the demon he'd been chasing. It had taken his son. Sure, he'd been able to rescue the young adult before anything could happen to him, but it was a matter of honor and duty that he caught the person who committed that crime. He was the Guardian of their tribe, damn it, and retribution had to be paid.

What he hadn't considered, perhaps, was that time in the Tear ran differently. It was for a very specific reason that this was a closely guarded secret - and as Kelroth looked up, he realised why.

They had been waiting for him. A circle of men surrounded him, of all species and sizes. Shadows that seemed somehow corporeal, their forms flickering and changing; large, hulking beasts with thick scales and scarred hides - they comprised only a small fraction of the crowd that had gathered around him.

And at the head of them all, a tall demon stood, a faint smirk on his expression. Kelroth recognised him - he was well known in the history books. The demon that had started all of this. Jagged horns stood proudly at the top of his head, his skin a deep crimson. He was broad, thick with muscle, and a faint taint of corrupted magic emanated from his body.

Abaddon. He could be no other.

Kelroth lashed out immediately, his training quickly kicking in. Don't look a demon in the eyes. Fight with your claws and your tail, if magic isn't an option. The eyes are the window to the soul, and a demon can take yours if you stare too long.

An exaggeration, no doubt - but even catching a glimpse of those glowing red eyes in the corner of his vision sent a certain dread sweeping through his body. His tail whipped forward, lashing towards those eyes -

Only for it to be caught in Abaddon's hand. He struggled to pull back, but he found himself suddenly unable to move, unable to even speak. A paralyzing magic swept through his body, and with his magic affected the way it was... He had almost no resistance he could put up.

Bide his time, then. His magic would return soon enough, and he'd work free without Abaddon noticing.

"Well, well." The demon's voice was amused. He hadn't flinched, hadn't even blinked at the lightning-fast whip of the tail. "Basalt was right, then. You were going to chase him straight through the Tear." The demon laughed, the sound an echoing chill in the air. "Foolish dragon, aren't you?"

Kelroth growled softly, deep in his throat. Never mind biding his time. He forced what remained of his magic to his throat and lips, working the enchantment apart to allow him to speak. There was no way to dispel it quickly, not at his current level of power - but he could free parts of his body, if he tried hard enough. "Where is he?" Kelroth's voice was calm, but his eyes were furious; the demon rose a brow.

"How did... Ah, I see what you did. Impressive. Not many have that kind of control." Abaddon hummed for a moment, his fingers tapping together contemplatively. "I had thought to drain you... but perhaps there is a better way."

"My quarrel is not with you," Kelroth snarled, the last word spat out almost as though it was a curse. "Release me, and I shall go about my business. Basalt is my target, no one else."

"I don't think you fully comprehend the situation you're in." Abaddon smiled slightly, a dark lust lingering in his eyes. Kelroth's eyes caught the demon's, just for a moment - and even that was enough to fill his body with heat. He looked away quickly, fists clenching as he worked through the spell of paralysis.

"And I don't think you understand the danger I pose to you." A low growl from the dragon, yet the demon didn't seem at all intimidated. Instead, he chuckled, seeming almost amused by Kelroth's resistance.

"Danger? Please. You are nothing to the rest of us... except, perhaps, a very precious commodity."

The demon took a step backwards just as Kelroth finished his work on the enchantment keeping him trapped. His fists lashed forwards toward the demon, missing by just a hair - Abaddon had known, somehow, moved back just enough and twisted space between them. The demon in question seemed only amused by the attempt - and as Kelroth swept forward, his wings flaring in an attempt to launch himself towards the demon...

Vines wrapped around his arms and legs, forcing him to jerk to a stop. He heard a low chuckle, but it was less of a sound and more of a whisper in his mind, a hissing laughter as the dragon jerked wildly against his restraints. "Let me -"

Go? The mental voice caught Kelroth off guard, though perhaps he should have expected it. He faltered in his speech, and the voice took advantage of the moment to press on. You dragons... you think yourselves one of the most potent and powerful beings around. Have you ever stopped to consider that there might be secrets even your kind are unaware of? Entire species?

A faint rustle of robes, and a hooded figure stepped into his view. It was far too dark to see inside of the fabric; it almost seemed to repel light away from it, keeping a faint haze of shadow around his body. The vines that kept him captive came from his back, Kelroth realised; two waved about freely behind him, while the other four were occupied with his limbs.

"You're... different." Kelroth stared, his tone cautious as he tried to buy time. His efforts to make out what was underneath the shadow were futile save for two glowing eyes that appeared every once in a while, and he had to suppress the chill of fear that rose up within him. There was so little left that were unknown to the dragons... he'd become complacent, he realised.

Obviously. The voice echoed in his head, faintly sarcastic. I am what is known as the Creature. Uncreative, perhaps, but I have taken the name and made it my own.

I am the Creature... and you are my prey.

Kelroth's eyes widened. He had no idea what the Creature planned, but an instinct deep within him told him it couldn't be good - not if Abaddon was surrendering him to it. His struggled renewed tenfold, yet the creature seemed amused by his efforts more than anything.

"The Creature is rather unique, even among us myths." Abaddon smiled as though he had heard the dragon's thoughts. He'd stripped down, Kelroth realized; the demon was lounging back in a throne of his own creation, one hand casually fondling his flaccid cock. Kelroth's cheeks burned at the sight, though the blush was barely visible through his scales. "His powers are even stronger than that of an incubus. I wonder how long you can resist?"

Kelroth would have reacted if not for the fact that the creature chose that moment to step forward. His head whipped back around to stare threateningly at the Creature, daring him to do anything else.

Still so proud. The Creature shook his head. Hold on to that pride, Guardian of the Sands. You may find it difficult before long.

Vines snaked out from within the Creature's robes, slipping easily into the dragon's clothing. Kelroth yelled, struggled - but there was nothing he could do, not when he was held fast like this. His magic required movement to cast, gestures of power. Evidently, that particular weakness was being taken advantage of.

"Stop this," Kelroth hissed, his voice low and angry. He had a wife. He loved her, had been mated to her; she was the one person that had managed to draw him out of his shell when he was just a new, lonely Guardian. She'd gone out to see him, every single day...

A wife, hmm? The Creature spoke again, and Kelroth growled as he realised that his thoughts had been intruded upon.

"My thoughts are my own, Creature. Stay out of them."

I wonder what she would think to see you like this. The Creature's voice was broadcasting to the crowd, now; he heard murmurs in the group of men surrounding him and watching him, snickers and anticipatory hunger. Her pathetic little husband, so easily caught by his enemies... and soon, you will be nothing at all. You will no longer care about her, nor for the son I see inside your mind. You will be eager for nothing but the taste of pleasure.

"Like hell I will!" Kelroth snarled, his hands tearing at the vines that held him - but they were underneath his clothes, and to tear them away would be to tear his clothing as well. The Creature remained calm, almost amused; his tentacles slid gently across the scaled, toned muscle. One slipped down his pants to curl gently around his balls and his stiffening cock, while another slid between the curves of his ass. His clothing bulged strangely as the Creature indulged in his body.

It felt good, he couldn't deny that. The touch was gentle, not harsh; in fact, it reminded him of the touch of his wife-

"You're in my head again," Kelroth accused, his eyes narrowed. The Creature chuckled softly.

Can you blame me? You make it so easy. Tentacles traced lines along the sensitive membrane of his wings. He flapped them, tried to move them out of the way - but the Creature seemed determined to offer him pleasure, to make him submit. So many repressed thoughts and desires... you're actually enjoying being watched, aren't you?

He wasn't. At least, Kelroth had never before felt the desire to do so - yet suddenly he was far too aware of the eyes watching him. Men were leering at him, rubbing their bulging crotches as they watched; some had removed their clothing entirely and stroked themselves off slowly, enjoying the show.

And god, but it felt good. He deserved it, didn't he? He was a dragon, resplendent in his form; what better way was there to be praised than to be shown just how much he was appreciated?

No. No, those weren't his thoughts - they couldn't be. "Get out of my head."

Aren't you dragons supposed to be resistant? The Creature laughed, but Kelroth felt its power withdraw from his head. The damage had been done, however; he was all too aware now of the eyes that were watching him hungrily, waiting for him to submit and succumb.

He was hard now, he realized. The Creature had gotten into his mind long enough that his shaft was throbbing with arousal - and a vine had wrapped itself around it as it hardened. The plant seemed to writhe around his cock with every drop of precum it drew from him, slowly growing each time, closer and closer towards the tip of his cock.

"Let me go." Kelroth's voice was more quiet, now, more desperate. Much longer of this... he couldn't stand the thought of being made into a moaning mess in front of all these men, or of betraying his wife.

Like Abaddon said, you are valuable. A tentacle caressed his face almost lovingly as the Creature responded - but it just as quickly slipped into his mouth, filling it with a thick vine that made it difficult for the dragon to even speak. Slime oozed slowly from the very ti, the viscous liquid tasting strangely sweet; it was almost like nectar, but it loosened his inhibitions, helped him forget...

Kelroth moaned. The sound was small, and he barely even realised he had - but Abaddon and the men around the dragon smirked, their hands quickening slightly around their manhoods, stroking themselves to the image of the dragon slowly losing himself. His tail twitched and lifted slightly, subconsciously, exposing his tailhole to the vine that had been prodding gently at his ass underneath his clothing.

It pushed in slowly, stretching out the dragon's passage even as the other vine wrapped entirely around his cock. His pants seemed to writhe as it slid around, slippery with precum, then seemed to find a grip. The tip of the vine slowly teased his urethra, running across the edges and slowly - ever so slowly - wriggling across into the opening.

Kelroth came.

He cried out, his body arching as it reached its limit. The feeling of slowly being stretched and violated by a thick, lengthy vine, of having another coil around his cock and enter him... it should have hurt, but it felt good instead. He'd never been stimulated from within before. It made him achingly hard, almost painfully so, and his hardness didn't even begin to abate with his climax.

"Stop..." The dragon's voice was muffled around the vine that filled his maw. It was a weak protest at best; it felt good to have his body worshipped like this, to be pleased and caressed over every inch of his body. "Don't..."

You barely lasted for a second, the Creature responded, amused. You've succumbed far faster than anyone else I've done this to. Pathetic little slut, aren't you? Giving in at the slightest whisper of pleasure... Your wife would be disappointed.

His wife. Kelroth struggled weakly at the thought; there was a dragoness he loved, wasn't there? She'd had a name - he couldn't remember it now, felt too good to remember, but he needed to remain faithful..

Faithful? Please. The Creature's vines teased further into the dragon's ass, into his cock. More of that nectar leaked into his mind, his inhibitions fading even further, his thoughts melting into a helpless fog. You'd bend over like a bitch in heat for any of these men.

Would he? Kelroth couldn't remember. It sounded good; the thought of being filled just like the Creature was doing to him now, of allowing his body to be used time and again for the pleasure of all these monsters.

"Don't..." Kelroth's voice was small, muffled. The tentacle withdrew from his mouth slowly, the Creature sending him the impression of a smile.

Don't what, hm?

"Don't stop." Kelroth's voice was dazed, quiet. He seemed to gain more conviction as he gathered himself, a wild lust slowly building in his eyes. His hips arched into the Creature's touch; his tail raised and his legs spread, willingly this time. Eager. His precum leaked out into his pants, leaving a stain evident in front of it. "Don't stop. F-fuck, please don't stop. I need - I need you to make me yours. Fill me, violate me, please, I need -"

What about your wife? The Creature's tone was amused, teasing. What happened to your loyalty, hmm?

"I don't care about her," Kelroth gasped out, moaning softly as the vines coiled tighter around his cock. He was released from the rest of the vines, lowered slowly on the ground - and he crawled slowly towards the Creature, panting softly, his eyes glazed. "I don't need her. I just need this - please, you don't understand -"

I think I do. The Creature's laugh was a low, rumbling one, his vines withdrew slowly, leaving the dragon helpless in the sand. You're nothing without pleasure, aren't you? You need it. You'll do anything for it. Do you even care that all these men are watching? Getting off to seeing you violated, humiliated?

"No," Kelroth growled softly. His gaze was wild with lust, flicking from side to side at all those erect cocks, each one of which was ready to fill him. "They can all take their turn with me, for all I care - in fact, I want them to do it. Make them do it. You can do that, can't you?"

I can. The Creature bowed towards him, hiding a dark smile. He stepped slowly back, fading slowly back into the crowd. But I'm afraid my job here is done.

Kelroth shuddered. His lust hadn't abated; if anything, with the Creature's absence, it had grown stronger. His entrance leaked a little of the slime from the Creature's tentacles, his cock dripped into the tight leather gear he was still adorned with, and he panted with need. He was unable to move, unwilling to move - overwhelmed with sheer arousal and desire.

His hands tugged his cock out, starting to squeeze and stroke at his shaft, keening with lust. His tail curled to stuff into his ass. He was vaguely aware of all the monsters staring at him, enjoying the show, but where he should have been embarrassed he only felt even more turned on. He pushed back against the dirt, arching his back and showing off his lithe, toned muscle to the crowd, barely hidden by his clothes...

Then Abaddon stepped into view, a smirk on his face and a hard cock throbbing between his legs. The demon raised a foot, and for the first time Kelroth noticed the ring of gold that shone around the creature's big toe. He couldn't take his eyes away. Something about it was enticing, appealed to old instincts that called for him to have a hoard.

It was then that the scent struck him - a heavy musk that seemed to emanate from Abaddon's foot, only enhanced by the beads of sweat that formed on the tough skin. Kelroth had sniffed deeply before even realising it, and he moaned as it filled his senses. It was powerful, like the demon hadn't bothered to shower or clean for days, or...

...or like he'd been waiting for the perfect slut, the perfect bitch to clean it for him.

Kelroth didn't need any prompting, not with the subtle programming the Creature's slime had left embedded within his mind. He leaned forward almost automatically, giving the sole of the demon's foot a tentative lick.

He groaned softly, his cock harder than ever.

It wasn't that the demon's foot tasted good, though there was certainly a sort of exotic spice to it - a tingle of demonic magic that left him wanting more. There was the slight taste of salt from the sweat that had gathered between Abaddon's toes, a bitterness that came from the dirt he'd accumulated on his feet. The taste was potent, certainly; pleasant, however, was not the right word.

It was more accurate to say that it was dirty. Part of him knew what Abaddon was doing; he was humiliating him, forcing him to debase himself in front of the crowd - reducing him to nothing but a creature so lost to his own lust that he would do anything for more. The demon's toes wiggled slightly and he caught it in his lips, his tongue flicking over them and carefully cleaning.

Abaddon let out a low rumble of approval. "Knew exactly what to do, hm?" He chuckled. He snapped his fingers and a wave of demonic energy tore through Kelroth's body; he arched, a short gasp leaving him at the pleasurable tingle it left behind.

"Now, here's a fun little curse I thought up." Abaddon smirked, his foot slowly pressing the dragon's head into the ground - and rather than whine or try to pull away, Kelroth grabbed the demon's foot in his hands to hold it there instead. His tongue lapped hungrily across the dirty curves of the demon's feet, his cock bobbing untended but throbbing with need. He barely seemed to be listening.

"The more you debase yourself - the more you worship me and my feet, act the way a proper little whore should - the more you'll grow. You'll become a strong, proper beast... and you'll be marked, unable to return to society, because everyone will know that you're just another pet of Abaddon."

The words slowly filtered through to Kelroth's mind, still filled with lust. Some small part of the former hunter told him to stop - that this wasn't worth it, that he needed to fight for control of his own lusts. He had a wife and son to think about.

The rest of him, well... it ignored the impulse. This felt too good; fuck everything else, and to hell if it meant making him look like nothing but a body to use. Abaddon - no, his master - could do anything he damn well wanted, humiliate him in front of as many people as he desired.

Just as long as he'd be allowed to worship those beautifully arched feet, just the right amount of rough and soft. Dragging his tongue across it rocked his body with pleasure; sharp teeth nibbled and teased slightly at the sensitive skin, and Kelroth was pleased to see the demon shudder slightly at the feel of it. Abaddon let out a faint growl, forcing part of his foot into the dragon's maw - and Khalmeth only moaned, one hand reaching down to pleasure himself and tease his foreskin.

And he grew.

Lean and toned muscles began to bulge under his scales, forcing them further apart as his skin stretched. New scales appeared to fill the gaps, seeming to split off from the old ones. The growth was almost explosive, and only because the former hunter had given in so completely; Kelroth continued to suck mindlessly on Abaddon's toes, eager and willing, and his body continued to react.

The tattoos of gold on his skin began to move again - but where they used to be swirling beauty, they changed into jagged lightning that seemed to tear across his scales. That was the mark of Abaddon, the demon's power changing the very thing that was most precious to him and turning it to more devious purposes.

"A-ah..." Kelroth's voice was a weak mumble, overwhelmed by the foot in his face, its incredible musk, and the pleasure of his growth. Leather armor began to strain under the expanding muscle before the straps finally snapped, ripping free. His cock was already free from his armor, but the remaining leather than hung around his legs was sheared apart, falling to pieces around him.

His body was on full display.

Kelroth let out a shuddering moan, his back arching - and this time it was both a reaction to his pleasure and a way to show himself off. He twisted his newly muscular body, knowing his master would want his new pet to expose his body, to let the crowd know exactly the pet Abaddon had now acquired.

The demon in question chuckled, looking appreciatively over his pet as the dragon continued to grow. To think he would give in this quickly, this easily... The Creature had certainly done his work well. Kelroth's mind was broken in its entirety, could no longer think about anything but pleasure.

And the thing that brought him pleasure, of course, was serving his master.

The demon stepped back, smirking and watching as Kelroth continued to grow. His spine stretched and his bones almost _creaked_as his body adjusted to his new size; when the growth was over, he stood almost twice the demon's size. Wings flared wide behind the dragon as he roared his need into the air.

Abaddon simply chuckled, his magic easily lifting him up into the air so that his feet were level with Kelroth's cock. Slowly, teasingly, he reached out with a foot - his toes pinched and teased at the dragon's soft foreskin, pulling at it and drawing low growls from the monstrous dragon that Kelroth had become. The tremendous shaft twitched, precum leaking liberally from it.

"Mas... ter..." The dragon could barely speak properly, his thoughts overridden by his lust. Though he'd never had a fixation on feet before, all he could think about now was the demon's crimson soles, the sensation of his toes pulling at his foreskin - it caused the skin to slide across the lubed glans of the dragon's shaft, tug gently at the underside of his cock. Even that faint stimulation was almost enough to drive him to another orgasm; his hips jerked forward, and Abaddon shook his head with a teasing smile.

"A good whore will let his master do as he wishes," he admonished - and Kelroth actually whimpered, his tail curling back in on himself. He hadn't been able to help it; it had just felt so incredible...

Abaddon seemed to take pity on him. Rather than continue the torture, he teased open Kelroth's foreskin, his foot sliding into it and slowly massaging the sensitive flesh within. It didn't quite fit, of course, even with the dragon's newly increased size - but it didn't have to. All Kelroth needed was to feel those toes wriggling against his cock, the rough soles sliding across his flesh. It felt amazing, like it was all he'd ever wanted, like having the demon toy with him using his feet was enough to push him straight to the brink-

The dragon let out a grunt that turned into a roar as he came again - and this time, what came out was more of a flood than any ordinary orgasm. Enough splashed out to coat the demon's feet before settling on the ground below. His orgasm left little puddles of seed all across the ground, and the look of the men around him turned downright ravenous. He shifted slightly as they approached, his tailhole twitching.

"Well now," Abaddon smirked. His fingers snapped again, changing the curse that had been laid on the dragon. "You're going to be an eager little pet for all these men, won't you? I've changed things so that you'll change to fit all their tastes if you submit to them... You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Y...yes." Kelroth tried to find a reason that answer didn't seem right - but he couldn't. All he could think about was being filled again and again until his hole was gaping and leaking cum, covered in the seed of all these monsters, all these men of the Tear. Had he come here to fight them? That couldn't have been the case. He'd... he'd come here to be their pet.

Yeah. That had to be it.