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Teryx woke up.

That in itself was... strange. The rain dragon had been trapped in his own body for the past week. Seven days of watching someone else control his body, pilot it, making it say and do things that he would never do. That in itself wouldn't have been the worst part of it. The worst part of it was that Teryx could feel everything that Bosurath, the demon possessing him. was doing -- could feel the sheer pleasure of it all -- and there was a part of him that actually enjoyed it.

In all those seven days, Teryx had never once had the pleasure of falling asleep. He was a mind trapped within his own body. While he could shut himself off for a while and let his thoughts drift, he was always aware on some level of what the demon was doing with his body. Even when the demon was asleep and he should have regained control, there was nothing he could do. For whatever reason, Bosurath had full and absolute control of his body.

Except today. Teryx didn't know when he'd lost consciousness, but at some point in the middle of the night, he'd evidently taken Bosurath's place. Teryx opened his eyes, and for a moment was so nonplussed by the fact that he'd been able to do so that he remained completely still in the bed.

Then he leapt out of bed -- fast enough that he was driven a little dizzy by the speed of the motion. The dragon stumbled slightly, not used to having control over his own body; for a moment, he just clenched and unclenched his hands, watching his fingers move under his own power. Even more confusing was the fact that his scales were back to their familiar, soothing blue. The corruption that had turned them black was gone.

Was I dreaming? Teryx shook his head. He wasn't so foolish as to believe that, of course. Even if it was true, the intensity and length of what happened indicated a powerful mind mage had been at work, and that might have been even worse than the idea that a demon had taken possession of him. No -- best he assume that he had, in fact, had a demon take possession of his body.

Which meant he needed to figure out why he was now in possession of his own body once more. Bosurath wouldn't have left him without good reason. The demon had too much he'd already accomplished with Teryx's body -- he could remember the nights the demon had spent in a whorehouse. Building up his power, absorbing the lust of those around him and gathering an entire harem of anthros addicted to the dragon's cock...

Teryx shook his head, trying to shake off the thoughts of what Bosurath had done with his body. He needed to focus. More importantly, he needed to find help before Bosurath repossessed him. The dragon headed for the door -- then abruptly stopped, his senses telling him that something was very wrong.

He closed his eyes, reaching out with his magic. Sure enough, the room was shrouded in demonic energy -- energy that was specifically designed to prevent him from leaving, it seemed.

Teryx sat and thought.

He could gather enough of his magic to break the barrier -- it was far from an insurmountable obstacle for him. The only problem was that doing so would surely alert Bosurath to the fact that he was escaping. The demon knew exactly what his level of power was, and he would have been aware that the dragon could escape. Which, of course, meant that he had a plan to deal with it... unless he just wanted Teryx to think that.

The dragon groaned. He hated dealing with entities that liked playing mind games.

Still, what else could he do? He certainly couldn't just sit there and wait. He could prepare a spell to take down a demonic spirit, he supposed; there was no guarantee it would work, but it would be better than just letting Bosurath take his body again... no matter how much his cock throbbed and pushed against his slit at the idea. Teryx blushed a bit at his body's reaction, then stilled himself, sitting in a meditative position on the ground to prepare for the spell.

That, of course, was the moment the door opened.

Teryx's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. It was a sergal that had opened the door, but only barely. The creature's body was thick with muscle, the teeth sharp and intimidating, looking like they could easily bite through his scales... a long, thick tongue lashed its way out of the sergal's mouth, slobber dribbling out through the gaps in his teeth. The creature's fur was a familiar shade of rusty red; Teryx had a feeling that he might know the sergal, in fact, but he couldn't quite place it.

Instead, he stalled for time.

"Bosurath," he greeted. The sergal grinned at him, a savage smile that stretched just enough to seem unnatural.

"In the flesh." What little clothing the sergal was wearing burned away in a flash of demonic energy -- and Teryx's eyes were immediately drawn to the red, throbbing cock between the sergal's legs, its knot pulsing erratically. The demon let out a low chuckle, deliberately seductive; it sent a chill through Teryx's spine. "Did my little pet miss me?"

"I'm not your pet," Teryx growled.

"Oh really?" Bosurath grinned at him again through the sergal's body. "Why did you stay here, then? You could have escaped; a dragon like you is more than strong enough to get out."

Teryx glared, but said nothing.

"Admit it," he continued. "You _like_having me in control of you. You revel in the feeling of power and strength that I offer -- especially when I pin some poor man down beneath me and ravage him with your cock."

"That's a lie," Teryx breathed. His cock stirred inside of his slit -- hardening slowly, threatening to push out. He clamped down on it, unwilling to show Bosurath his weakness.

"Do you know whose body I'm in?" Bosurath chuckled, giving that thick cock between his legs a playful stroke. Teryx's eyes were drawn towards it like glue; already, his mouth watered, and he imagined what it would feel like pressed between his lips, fucking his throat...

It's the demon, he told himself firmly. You're not like that. He's influencing your lust and you know it.

As much as he told himself that, however, Teryx wasn't convinced.

"His name is Haroth," Bosurath told him. There was a knowing little smirk on the demon's face. "That waiter you had a bit of a crush on in the restaurant? I'm sure you remember."

Teryx's heart went cold. "You didn't."

"I did." A savage smile. "Oh, how he tried to resist... He's a spirited one, I'll tell you that much. Did you know he has a girlfriend? So much for your chances."

"Let him go. This doesn't involve him." Teryx's eyes were narrowed.

"On the contrary, you made it involve him, the moment you made it clear how much you liked him." Bosurath chuckled, walking the sergal's body over to the rain dragon -- who could only watch, his eyes wide.

Now that Bosurath had told him, he could see the similarities between the demonic sergal and the one he'd had a crush on. There was that same handsome jaw, the same soft fur... With Bosurath in control, however, the sergal's expression was twisted into a lewd smirk that made Teryx's heart drop and his cock twitch.

"You should've seen how he resisted," Bosurath told him through Haroth's lips. He traced a single finger down the center of Teryx's chest. The dragon felt too frozen to protest, or even to move.. "I did it in your body, you know. I just shut down your mind for a bit, so that I could have the pleasure of watching your reaction to what I did."

"Y-you didn't." Teryx's voice was strangled.

"I did," Bosurath hissed happily, the sergal whispering the words right into Teryx's ears. "He didn't suspect a thing, did you know? He trusts you. You should've seen his face when I pinned him to the ground and shoved your cock inside of him. I bred him, Teryx. Fucked him until he was whimpering for your cock, until he was begging to be used by the dragon he thought he could trust. It took me hours to break him."

Teryx shuddered. The words horrified him -- and yet with that horror came a certain building heat inside of him, as the images played themselves out in his mind. He couldn't help but imagine Bosurath wearing that lewd grin using Teryx's face as he invited Haroth back into his home...

The sergal would have resisted at first, no doubt, but Teryx knew firsthand how convincing the demon could be in the ways of pleasure. Bosurath would have kept him pinned down until he was overwhelmed with need, until he could think of little more than Teryx's cock buried in that beautifully tight ass, until he begged and pleaded for more.

Without him even realising it, his cock made its way out of his slit, until it was hard and throbbing and leaking in the air. Haroth's face smirked down at him, Bosurath using his body as little more than a puppet. "Hard already, Teryx? Perhaps you're not quite as good as you think."

Teryx drew a shuddering breath. Before he could reply -- or even do anything else -- the sergal leaned in and touched a claw to his forehead. Bosurath's voice was teasing. "Here's a little memory you might like, rain dragon."

_"Stop," Haroth gasped out. The sergal's fingers were digging into a familiar hardwood floor, trying to drag himself away -- yet for all his protests, Teryx saw his cock hard and leaking, pressed into the wood beneath him. "Teryx, please."

"Why should I?" Bosurath drawled. There was a dark, perverse undertone in Teryx's voice that the sergal had never heard before, and he shuddered in spite of himself. His mind kept focused solely on the thought of his girlfriend -- Karzjasha, another sergal. He had a mate. He couldn't be enjoying this.

"Because this isn't you," Haroth forced himself to say. He shut his eyes, doing his best to ignore the sensation of the dragon's cock slamming into him. Not because it hurt, but because it felt far too good, and Haroth was afraid that he would find himself moaning out the dragon's name rather than his mate's.

"Maybe you just didn't know me well enough." Bosurath let out a dark chuckle through Teryx's mouth. He slowed briefly -- just enough to enjoy the feel of Haroth's tight passage clenching around his cock. The sergal's struggles, his attempts to get away... All of it only enhanced the sensation, making that warm hole squeeze eagerly around him. "I always wondered what you'd look like, squirming beneath me, begging for my cock..."_

"You won't -- I won't give in," the sergal gasped out, but for all his conviction he wasn't sure of the truth of his own words. His body hummed with pleasure; the dragon had done something to him, perhaps, or he was simply far more receptive to this than he'd realized. Every thrust of Teryx's cock made his own shaft jerk beneath him, and it was all he could do not to moan. To feel himself so filled by the dragon, the mere idea that he was being used as nothing more than a toy for pleasure... It should have disgusted him, yet the thought sent thrills of arousal through the sergal's body.

Was it possible that part of him wanted this? Haroth shut his eyes; it couldn't be. The dragon had to have cast some magic on him -- made his body receptive, made him want to be filled with the dragon's cum again and again. He shuddered at the thought, letting out a soft whine of pleasure...

No. No, he couldn't have. His body was enjoying this, but his mind wasn't -- he couldn't have been giving in. He didn't even like men! And besides, he had Karzjasha to think about...

"Seems you're enjoying this more than you care to admit." Teryx's tongue drew out of his mouth, unnaturally long and dripping with saliva. Bosurath seemed to care little about Teryx's body; while he wore the dragon's original form now, largely for his own perverse pleasure in seeing Haroth's confusion, he had no qualms in warping parts of his body in his twisted seduction. His tongue slid through the sergal's fur, tasting his sweat, his fear -- and the pleasure that Haroth was desperately trying to hold back and deny. "It'll be much easier if you give in, you know. No need to worry about that mate of yours; just think about how my cock feels inside of you, how it'll feel to have my seed fill you..."

It was tempting. Gods forgive him, but Haroth was tempted beyond belief. It was hard to keep focused on what was right when the dragon's cock made him yearn for every thrust, when his own body betrayed him in its desperation for more. Already, he could feel another moan bubbling up in his throat. The dragon's tongue sliding on his skin, the way his cock slid against the floor, the sensation of being filled with Teryx's cock... He wanted badly to lose himself to the aching pleasure of the moment, to give himself over to the dark dragon's lusts. What else was there to do, when there was so little he could do to fight?

But still, he fought -- clinging to his sense of self, to what he believed was right, no matter that his body slowly gave in under the dragon's ministrations. He told himself he didn't want this, even when his rump began to rise back against the dragon's thrusts, even when his first load spilled onto the ground and ragged, pleading breaths began to escape from his maw.

Even then, Teryx didn't stop. The dragon seemed intent on making him beg for more, and he never seemed to tire; he kept on thrusting through his orgasm, sliding in and out of the sergal as demonic seed flooded Haroth's passage. The seed was followed by a tingle of warmth, a surging need that drew a pleading whimper from the sergal before he could stop himself. He could feel a warm trickle of Teryx's seed spill out over his hole, running down his thighs; his own cock was already hard again, his body desperate to be fucked.

He didn't know how long it lasted -- but eventually, there was nothing left in his mind but the feeling and desire for Teryx's cock. He begged and pleaded, whimpered out loud that he needed to suck his master, to ride him, to let the dragon fuck him until his belly was bulging with the Teryx's load. Then, and only then, did Bosurath release the dragon -- and with his final orgasm, his spirit flowed into the sergal, easily taking over the worn body and mind.

Teryx jerked. He was panting heavily, his hand grasped around his cock -- he couldn't remember when he'd even grabbed it. His hands were sticky with seed. He'd cum more than once as that memory played out in his head, judging by the sheer volume that coated his scales. Panting heavily, he stared at the darkly grinning sergal.

"Enjoyed that, Teryx?" Haroth was grinning at him, that long, slimy tongue flicking along the edge of his jaw. The dragon flinched backwards, but he didn't respond to the question -- the evidence of his enjoyment was all over his hand, and he couldn't deny it if he tried.

"Let him go," he said instead. "Haroth has nothing to do with this. You've had your amusement."

"I could," Bosurath hummed contemplatively. "I could have just left, you know. This is a nice body, and it's much less suspicious than a dragon. Do you want to know why I didn't?"

"No," Teryx said tiredly. Bosurath was going to tell him anyway.

"Because you were so eager." Haroth's laugh in Bosurath's dark tone made him shudder, his body reacting to the sound in ways that his mind did not. "You actually like having a demon in control of you. I felt you getting off to it, every time I fucked someone, or had them suck me off and made them gag on my cock. You try to hide behind a veil of morality, but you're dirtier than anyone else I've encountered."

Teryx was silent. Bosurath wasn't wrong -- he'd enjoyed what share of the pleasure he had, when the demon used his body to take advantage of others. He was ashamed of it, but there was no use denying it.

"Of course, if you really want to set Haroth free, there is a way." Bosurath leaned down, leering at him with a lewd smirk. "You just have to give your body back to me willingly. I can't just be without a body, after all."

Teryx froze. He should have seen this coming, of course -- what else could he expect from a demon like Bosurath? He had known that the demon would try to reoccupy his body; he had not thought, however, that he would be asked to willingly submit. His cock throbbed between his legs, as though urging him to say yes, and his mind...

If it frees Haroth, then I have to do it.

It wasn't right to get the sergal involved just because he'd been attracted to the other male. If this was what the demon wanted in order to free him, then so be it -- Teryx would submit. The dragon tried to convince himself that that was the sole reason he was going to submit, and that it had nothing to do with the blood pumping towards his loins as the thought of the demon filling him once again came to his mind.

"What do you need me to do?" Teryx's voice was quiet. The sergal smiled sharply, and drew a knife out of the air -- Teryx had no idea where it had come from, but he flinched instinctively. Whatever the artifact was, it burned with anti-dragon magic, so much so that it almost hurt him to look at it. He hissed through his teeth, glaring at the demon in the sergal's body. "What the hell is that?"

"The knife of G'shik'iar. Honorable knight and famed dragonslayer." Bosurath grinned a savage grin. "What, did you think I left a body as magnificent as yours for fun? I needed a way to secure my hold on your body -- I could feel you starting to fight back, trying to regain control every night. So I needed something as... insurance. This should allow me to mark you, and then you'll belong to me, body and soul."

Teryx shuddered at the thought. It was part fear and part arousal that drove him to bow his head towards the demon -- that, and his concern for Haroth. "What do you need me to do?"

"On the bed." Bosurath made Haroth's eyes roam eagerly over the dragon's body, almost molesting him with sight alone; Teryx shuddered, trying to ignore the way his hole twitched and his body seemed to yearn for the demon's touch. "Lie on your back.I want your legs spread like you're a whore. Then touch yourself, moan out my name, and beg me to take you."

"You... you're asking for a lot," Teryx muttered. He could feel his cheeks flushing at the thought alone. Bosurath was asking him to degrade himself, to act like nothing but the demon's bitch.

"You want me to free Haroth, don't you?" Bosurath chuckled. "He's watching, you know. You're not just showing off to me, you're showing him how much of a slut you are."

"I..." Teryx hesitated -- but there was no question to it, not really. He did want to free Haroth; a moment's worth of embarrassment was nothing in comparison. All he needed to do was tap into the part of himself that was eager to be filled again with the demon's cock, that had loved the moment of possession for the way it had overwhelmed him with pleasure. "...Okay."

"Good boy," Bosurath smirked, and Teryx tried not to react to the demon's seductive growl. Instead, he took a breath, as if to steel his nerves, then climbed slowly up onto the bed. He was well aware of Haroth's eyes on him the entire time; the demon was slowly stroking himself to the sight, as though the mere thought of Teryx willingly submitting to him was enough to get him off.

The rain dragon let out a shallow breath. He thought back to the time only a week ago, when Bosurath had first taken his body -- allowed his mind to fully engage itself in the sensation of slowly losing control of his body, bit by bit. He remembered how it felt to have the power surging through him, to have someone else moving his limbs for him, making him beg and plead for the demon's avatar to fuck and use him.

His cock pulsed. A drop of precum emerged from the tip, and he gathered it with one of his fingers, spreading it along the length of his shaft. The dragon spread his legs slightly, just enough to expose the soft flesh of his pucker, and then he bit his lip. "Please..."

"Please... what?" Bosurath was smirking with Haroth's lips. The sergal was eagerly stroking his cock to the sight, his fingers sliding repeatedly over his knot, which seemed to swell with each throb of arousal that went through his body. His other hand held on to the knife, but the demon was doing something to dampen its effects -- Teryx could no longer feel the magic eating away at him.

"Please... fuck me." The words came out in almost a whisper, at least until the memory of being fucked by the demon resurfaced. Teryx groaned softly; he didn't know if he had called it to mind willingly, or if Bosurath had forced it to the forefront of his mind. Either way, the sensation of being filled and stretched came back to the dragon full force, and he groaned, his legs spreading a little wider. "Fuck me."

The second time, it was a true plea -- Teryx wanted the demon's cock, whether it was in the form of Haroth's body or not. He wanted to be fucked, to have his hole stretched open until it was loose and dripping with seed. Bosurath certainly seemed to sense it, from the grin that came to the sergal's face. He stepped forward, knife gleaming in his hand.

"There will be a price," Bosurath told him. "But not one you cannot pay, I am sure."

And then the knife cut into him.

Teryx wanted to say he screamed in agony. He wanted to say he writhed and twisted, at least struggled against the pain of an anti-dragon weapon being used directly on his scales -- but Bosurath had so completely subsumed his natural instincts that the dragon moaned instead, a soft, desperate whimper of both pain and pleasure. It hurt, certainly; the knife cutting into his scales sent waves of nausea through his mind. At the same time, however...

He was being marked. More than that, he was being marked by a demon -- marked for a life of debauchery and corruption, and his body would be used in corrupting others, using them for his own pleasure. He shouldn't have felt pleasure at that, but he did; he felt his chest heaving as his breaths grew heavier, his body already eager for the changes to come.

Bosurath was slow and careful. The knife cut a very specific, familiar pattern into the scales of the dragon's chest -- a pattern that Teryx remembered vaguely. He'd been made to draw it before; it was Bosurath's mark, a combination of swirls and curves that was dizzying to look at. Each cut was made with perfect precision, drawing only the minimal amount of blood from beneath Teryx's scales. Just enough for it to heal with the symbol intact, rather than being lost through excessive scarring.

Teryx did his best to keep still. He could ruin the process if he moved, he knew -- and that would just mean that Bosurath would start all over again. Besides, he needed to do this to free Haroth. It had nothing to do with the pleasure he felt knowing he was being marked by a demon, knowing that he now _belonged_to a demon. He swallowed, feeling his throat dry, as Bosurath made the final mark.

"Beautiful." The sergal smirked down at him, long tongue extending out of his maw and licking up the excess blood on the dragon's chest. Teryx winced in a mixture of pain and pleasure; the saliva seemed to burn where it touched the wound. A pleasant burn, but a burn nonetheless. "You belong to me now, dragon. As you did before, and as you always will. Spread yourself for me, and be the vassal for my demonic vision."

Any part of Teryx that would have wanted to resist were lost under the influence of the demon's mark. Already, the dragon's body was starting to change once again. Perverted, corrupted features that had disappeared when Bosurath left his body began to reappear; his scales began to darken, starting from around the demon's mark, and he could feel his snout extending outwards menacingly. Bosurath had yet to even retake his body, and already it was giving in to the corruptive force of the demon's presence.

Teryx let out a small whimper, and spread his legs. His cock was poking straight up from his slit just above his entrance, the entire length lying along his belly; he could watch it as it began to change from the demon's magic. Stretching, becoming longer, the precum leaking from the tip slowly becoming tainted with corruptive magic... Part of him knew he should be concerned, but he could no longer bring himself to care.

Especially when Bosurath pressed Haroth's cock to his hole, slick with demonic precum, and began to slide in.

Teryx lost his mind to the feeling of that cock sliding into him, stretching him open. Bosurath cared little for his comfort, but it didn't matter whether the demon tried to make it feel good for him or not -- his body was now attuned to the demon, and anything that gave him pleasure also drove the dragon wild with ecstasy. Bosurath could be as wild as he wanted, as rough as he wanted, and all it would do was make Teryx beg for more, to plead for the demon's cock to be rougher, harder, faster.

He could feel Haroth's knot nudging against his hole with every thrust. It bulged obscenely, compared to the rest of his shaft, but Teryx couldn't help but want it buried inside of him. Anything that would connect him more with the demon that had taken his mind and his body -- anything that would bring him closer to his master.

"M-master..." Teryx was hardly conscious of the words that escaped from his maw. All that mattered was the thick cock pounding roughly in and out of him, and the rough growls and grunts that escaped from the demonic sergal above him. Bosurath had his hands steadied on both sides of the rain dragon, grabbing at the sheets; slobber and drool flew from his mouth as he slammed into Teryx.

The dragon howled his pleasure. He could feel the sergal's knot pressing against him with every thrust, insistently pushing against his hole. He could feel his body corrupting, changing in ways entirely beyond his control; demonic-looking horns sprouted from underneath his mane, and his muscles began to thicken once more.

Then he felt his hole give. The sergal's knot forced its way into him, abruptly stretching him wide before his hole snapped once more shut around the knot. There was a sharp moment of pain before the demon's magic forced it to give way to pleasure -- and then Teryx gasped out loud, overwhelmed with the sensation of being filled. He pushed back against the invading cock, trying to force it even deeper, and his own shaft jerked and shot streaks of his seed all over his chest.

Where he should have felt satisfaction was only an empty need for more. Teryx panted heavily, leaving his maw open in desperate need; a short whine left the depths of his throat, and he ground his cock back against the sergal. Bosurath laughed, low and smug, and he felt the demon thrust in one final time, grinding hard against his prostate.

And then he came. Bosurath growled, the sergal's throat making a deeply unnatural sound that didn't seem possible for a mortal being to make; then spurt after spurt of warmth filled the dragon, making Teryx moan in keening need. It was more than just seed -- where a normal person's orgasm would long have ended, Bosurath kept going, and that warmth continued to spread through Teryx's body.

Once more, there was that familiar sensation of losing control as his body changed. He could see his outer scales turn a pitch black, and the lighter ones turn into a dark gray; it spread much more rapidly now that the demon was cumming inside of him, forcing him to change. His muscles grew, expanding in abrupt spurts along with a flood of power that seemed to fill his body.

Not that Teryx had a chance to use it. Each spurt was accompanied by a loss of control; Teryx could feel it spreading over his body. First his hole squeezed eagerly around the invading cock with no prompting from his mind, then his own shaft twitched, spurting cum all over the dragon's body once more despite not having much more stimulation to speak of. His legs began to move under Bosurath's power, the demon forcing them to spread wide open as though little more than an eager whore begging to be fucked. Then his hands were moving against his will, gripping and clawing into the mattress...

And all at once, it all calmed down. Haroth pulled out of the dragon's body forcibly, robotically, his body back to its original form -- and yet Teryx's body made no wince of pain as the knot popped out of him. The demon's magic protected the dragon from taking any major damage.

"Well, well, Teryx." It was Teryx's own mouth that spoke the words. "Not much of a fight this time, eh? Were you too eager to feel me inside of you again, feeding you my power? Or did you want to be the one on top of Haroth, feeding him your cock and making him beg?"

What? No! I did it so you could free him! Teryx's response was immediate. Dazed as he was, once more trapped inside of his own body, his original purpose became quickly clear. For all the parts of his mind that wanted to simply submit entirely to the demon, he couldn't allow himself to do that while Haroth was still in danger -- he owed the sergal that much, at least.

"And I will," Bosurath promised, purring out loud. He lifted the sergal's chin with a hand, watching as awareness slowly returned to Haroth. The sergal blinked a few times, looking around, then up at the dark, corrupted dragon that was Teryx's changed form. "But not before I have some fun, hm? I do need to test out this body again... make sure you didn't damage it too much while I was gone."

I didn't do anything! Teryx protested helplessly. Just let him go.

"Mm, no." Bosurath chuckled. Realization came to Haroth's eyes, and the sergal threw himself back, his eyes narrowing.

"Bosurath," he hissed through his teeth. Bosurath only smiled in response, twisting Teryx's lips into a terrible grin.

"You remember. That's impressive, for a mortal," the demon murmured. "I will enjoy breaking you again."

Haroth darted for the door -- the only reasonable response, really. There was no fear in the sergal's expression, only quick, decisive action. He'd worked out that escape was the best option and went for it immediately. He didn't, of course, expect to encounter a physical barrier of solid demonic energy that threw him backwards and onto the ground.

Bosurath chuckled softly, walking Teryx's body over to the fallen sergal. He could hear Teryx shouting in the back of his mind, but he shut the dragon out easily -- he wanted the dragon to watch every second of what was about to happen, and didn't need unnecessary distractions.

A quick burst of magic had shackles forming over the sergal's hands; Teryx realized, with some horror, that it was rain magic that had been used. The demon was using his own magic for this, and he could feel the twisted pleasure that Bosurath felt, using an otherwise benign magic for his perverse desires.

"Don't worry," the demon whispered. A long tongue slipped out of Teryx's mouth, playfully teasing the edges of the sergal's ear. "You'll enjoy this, just like last time. Remember?"

"You forced me to enjoy it," Haroth snarled. Bosurath merely smiled, an easy grin playing on his lips.

"But you enjoyed it, didn't you?" Bosurath asked. The question was rhetorical, of course; he'd seen the sergal whimper with pleasure, seen him cum again and again from nothing more than the feeling of a cock buried inside of him.

Bosurath chuckled, pulling the sergal's body back against him. His shaft pressed between the smaller creature's cheeks, sliding between them playfully. Even now, Haroth's ass tensed deliciously against his cock, and he could feel that tight little pucker twitching and tensing every time a ridge on his shaft brushed against the sensitive flesh.

"You're one of the stubborn ones, I can tell," Bosurath whispered. He nipped playfully at the sergal's neck, though Haroth struggled against his grip; it was futile, of course, just like any other attempt the sergal made to escape would be. He didn't have the kind of power that Teryx had at his disposal, and even the dragon hadn't been able to escape his corrupting grasp.

"Relax..." The word was practically purred out. Strong arms gripped on to Haroth's body, preventing him from moving; his muscles tensed and flexed as he tried to struggle, but it was to no avail under the demonic dragon's influence. Bosurath turned the sergal around so that Haroth was facing him, and his claws dug into Haroth's fur, forcing his head back and making the sergal look him in the eye.

Haroth growled at him, gathered enough saliva to spit at the dragon. Bosurath seemed unfazed. Instead, he leaned in, whispering his next words directly into the sergal's ears. "I want to see your face when you stop fighting... and start moaning. I want to see it when the anger fades from your eyes, and you start begging for my cock."

Then he slammed in, not waiting for Haroth to reply.

There was no warning, no callous remark -- only the sudden sensation of being stretched by a thick, draconic cock. Haroth howled in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His body hadn't been made to tolerate abuse of this level. The ambient demonic energy in the air was just enough to dampen the pain, to make the feeling of being fucked pleasurable, but Haroth grit his teeth and tried his best not to enjoy it.

Bosurath, in contrast, moaned in enjoyment. He loved the feel of the tight, barely-used hole squeezing around his cock and trying to force him out, loved the knowledge that he'd been the only one to violate it and use it the way he was doing. He didn't seem to care whether or not Haroth was enjoying it; he drilled into the sergal aggressively, his tongue hanging halfway out of his mouth in a lewd, uncaring manner. Strings of precum kept his hips connected to Haroth's ass with the schlick of every thrust; his balls slapped against the sergal, the scaly sac already eager to release and fill the other male with demonic seed.

"You..." Haroth growled. It was a struggle to force the words out of his mouth; his voice trembled with pleasure, and his body pleaded for him to just give in, to embrace the feeling of Teryx's cock being buried into him, again and again.

He searched Teryx's face -- once a handsome rain dragon, now twisted into a demonic caricature of his former self. Black scales and red eyes, a dark smirk that spoke of his demonic heritage... He should have shuddered in disgust, but a part of him was aroused. It took effort to force the next words through his lips, but force them he did. "The dragon I knew... is gone, isn't he? The one I saw... night after night... All I see now is a demon."

"Oh, he's in here." Bosurath grinned down at Haroth, his cock still sliding in and out of the sergal. He enjoyed the sight of Haroth fighting against the pleasure; as much anger there was in his eyes, he couldn't deny the throbbing cock between his legs, nor the way it dripped precum onto his fur. "He's begging me to stop... But want me to tell you a little secret? He's _enjoying_this. He loves having you wrapped tight around his cock, loves feeling you squirm, loves the idea that a demon is forcing him to do all the things he wanted but never dared to do."

Haroth didn't know if the demon was telling the truth. He did his best to ignore the thought of his former friend watching from behind the scenes, hating yet loving it at the same time. The demon was a master of manipulation -- and what was worse was the fact that he knew how to hit all the buttons Haroth never knew he had, without once forcing him to feel anything against his will.

"Wanna... know... something fun... little sergal?" Bosurath panted through Teryx's lips, forcing the words out between each thrust. He could already feel his orgasm starting to approach, his body overwhelmed by the tight, warm strokes around his shaft. It was like slamming into a toy that had been made just for his pleasure. Bosurath rammed his hips into Haroth, grinding his cock into the sergal's prostate, and whispered his next words. "I'm not going to mess with your mind. I want you to know that everything you do is all because you were too weak to resist me. You're going to betray your mate, and you're going to come _begging_for my cock, and all I have to do..."

Bosurath grunted. Precum-slicked hands gripped the sergal's shoulders, the dragon's thrusts rough and heavy, his entire chest heaving with effort. He could feel his orgasm building, rising quickly towards a crescendo, and he growled as he unloaded inside of the sergal. Spurt after spurt of demonic seed filled Haroth, trickling down around his legs, and Bosurath leaned in to whisper. "...is cum inside of you."

Haroth shuddered. Bosurath reached around for the sergal's cock, smirking when his hands came away stained with cum. His tone was nonchalant when he spoke next. "Or maybe you're a slut already, hmm?"

"Fuck you," Haroth spat -- but his trembling posture, the need and desire in his eyes... it gave away the truth. Bosurath chuckled, lounging back on the bed and idly fondling Teryx's cock. Haroth couldn't help but stare. His body ached, telling him to go back to the dragon, to wrap his maw around that cock just to see how it tasted. He wanted to give in, just for a second, just so he could know.

Before he knew it, the sergal was stepping forward. His legs shook, but desire still swam in his eyes; he knew that what he was feeling was wrong, that he should have been disgusted. He should have been afraid, at the very least; this was a demon, and it had turned the dear dragon he had once known into a dark, terrible creature -- one that cared only for his own pleasure. Even now, he could see the amusement glinting in Teryx's eyes, as if he knew exactly what was going through Haroth's mind; his claws ran slowly up the base of his cock, as if tempting him...

Haroth's lips pressed against that aching cock before he could think more about it -- and the taste overwhelmed him, the taste of musk combined with the salty, potent flavor of the dragon's cum. It was coated in demonic seed, and the first lick was more than enough to overwhelm the sergal with need.

He was slurping eagerly before he understood what he was doing, licking in broad licks from the base to the tip of the dragon's cock, eagerly gathering every drop of demonic seed that he could. His paws reached for Teryx's balls, caressing and massaging the sac as if he could squeeze more of that delicious seed from it; it was all he cared about, now. That, and making the demon happy.

The sergal looked up at Bosurath with an almost pleading look in his eyes, hoping that his master was pleased with his worship. Perhaps if he was, he'd grant him another fill of his cum, and he could fill his maw with it and swallow it, and then he'd be filled inside and out with Master's seed--

Teryx's face twisted in an abrupt grimace, and the mark on the dragon's chest glowed briefly. It was a quick, subtle thing that Haroth almost didn't see -- but as soon as it did, the need drained out of him, and he leapt out of bed, his eyes wide. That... that hadn't been him. Had it?

Bosurath wore a cocky smile, and he was stroking the symbol on his chest gently, almost lovingly. "Don't worry, Teryx. I'm a demon of my word."

Then the demon turned his gaze upon Haroth. He waved a hand, and the door to Teryx's apartment swung open. "You're not supposed to taste my seed _quite_that early, little sergal. I've got more games to play with you yet."

"What..." Haroth's mouth was dry. He didn't understand. Had it been him-- or had the demon gone against his word, and used his mind against him? Bosurath didn't seem inclined to answer; instead, he gestured towards the open door, winking at the sergal.

"Door's open, Haroth. I'll see you tomorrow."

Haroth left, trying to ignore the pit of need that was slowly beginning to grow in his stomach once more.