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Filled with More than Corruption

For Magnus Strange

By Draconicon

Draconicon softly panted as he looked at the demon on the other side of the cavern. It was...big, to say the least, and not the usual small imp that he summoned for demonstrations. No, this one was...this one was dangerous.

What was I thinking? the black dragon thought, shaking his head as he adjusted his robes. He'd planned on drawing out something small, as practice for when he started the demonology section with his students the next day. He had all the different summoning elements right, but something must have gone wrong on the other end. And it must have been on the other end; demon lords didn't come for anyone's call but their own.

The dragon pulled his robe tighter as he flicked his eyes over the binding wards, looking over the spell-forms they'd taken on the demon's body. A black collar stood out against the gray-brown and steel colors of the crocodilian creature, as did the similarly colored bands on its wrists and ankles. It - he kept thinking it, trying not to look between its legs - stood on tiptoe compared to how he would stand, its legs bent in the animal fashion, and spines and ridges ran down its back and long tail.

"What...are you?

"I'm a demon lord...bound to your service now.

He shivered a bit at that word. He knew demons too well to believe that one. They all offered many things, but all they did was steal the minds of those that accepted their deals. They were corrupt, dark, and dangerous creatures. Not bad - he knew some good ones - but even the best of them were dangerous. It was part of their nature; they needed to dominate, and it wasn't something that they could get around.

Please, just hold, he prayed towards the control bindings. It was the only spell he'd had time to cast, and it was the only one he dared cast. He just hoped he could resist the temptation

It didn't help when the demon knelt in the summoning circle, smiling up at him.

"You have summoned one of the greatest beings of hell, and you ask nothing? You are more respectful than most, or more awed than any. Tell me, dragon, what are you here for?"

"I'm a teacher...I was just looking for an imp. Why did you come here?"

"I came in response to great magic. There are few with such power..."

"And those few wouldn't dare summon you. Why are you here?"

"To offer my...respects...to your power. It is no mean feat to rise as high as you have. Almost headmaster in the greatest academy of magic the world has ever seen? Offers from everywhere to teach? Feared on every plane for his battle magic?

The dragon blushed, feeling the heat in his cheeks...and a few other places as he looked away. Damn it; there was no way that he could think of the demon lord as an 'it' anymore. There was...way too much manhood there

"You're not saying anything but facts.""But do you receive such respect from others? I see you and know you. You teach, but you don't receive gratitude. Nobody is on their knees, thanking you. Nobody is giving you anything for all the work you've done."

"No...no, but...""Don't you deserve it..." Draconicon shook his head, feeling the heat spreading through him again. What...there was something wrong here. No demon, not even the better ones, were this nice. What was...going on?

"Heh, it's alright. I can't harm you, not with these on. Why don't you command me the way that you would command them? Let me give you the 'respect' that nobody else will?"

"...You won't harm me?"

"No."

"You won't take my soul?"

"You deserve to keep it."

"..."

It was...more tempting than he wanted to admit. It had been a long time since Draconicon had anyone to give him anything more than lip service. No matter his teaching, no matter how hard he worked, people took it for granted. If there is a problem, then he's there. If there was a world-ending monster, he was supposed to kill it. If a rich kid wanted to learn the best magic, he was supposed to be available.

And for what?

For nothing, but a bit of money and nothing telling him how good he was...not even a partner to -

He groaned, feeling his robes open. The demon lord chuckled.

"I know you want it. Trust me, dragon. I can give you what you want."

"Your word...as a demon lord. You will not harm me."

"I give you my word as a demon lord. There will be no harm."

It was the most he could hope for. Demons were not particularly allowed to lie - it was part of their magical makeup - and demon lords were even more bound by their word, by the lore that he had studied. It was the best he could hope for...and he had the power to control what the demon did, as well.

He walked over to the summoning circle, opening his robes. His cock, over a foot long, poked free of the slit in the front, and he held it in front of the demon's mouth. So many teeth glistened as it opened, but before he could command the demon to close it again, a tongue slipped free, golden and wet and warm and -

"Mmmph!"

Draconicon softly panted as it started licking along the underside of his cock. He'd gone for so long without a lover, without anyone to touch him. His cock throbbed harder, veins popping out along the side from the severe need.

The demon lord took his cock into his mouth, and Draconicon continued to pant, moaning softly as he gently rested one hand on the creature's head. He was still worried, but...but he should be fine.

Slowly, he started thrusting back and forth, enjoying that warm, wet mouth as it sucked along with his cock. His eyes closed slowly, leaving him able to focus more on the feeling of that slow suction. The demon pressed its lips right down to his crotch, right around the base of his cock, and the dragon let out a shaky gasp, panting eagerly.

Then the demon slid back, and the dragon shuddered as he struggled to keep his balance.

"You are...you're good at this..."

There was no answer, only a smirk s the demon sucked around the dragon's cock head. Draconicon didn't mind. All he needed right now was this pleasure. It was too good to ignore. He closed his eyes -

"AH! What was..."

He pulled back, but the demon gripped him before he could get out of the way. Looking down, he saw something, something worm-like, sticking out of the head of his cock. He reached for it, but it wiggled and squirmed down his urethra before he could stop it, forming a little bulge as it kept going further and further down his cock.

"What...you..."

"A sign...of my respect."

Draconicon stared as the demon pressed its tongue to his cock again, another worm emerging from the golden tongue before it too squirmed over his cockhead. It found his urethra and forced its way in, digging down, down, down into him.

Finally, getting some willpower, Draconicon threw himself back, falling on his backside. Despite the bulges running down his cock, he wasn't going soft. If anything, he was getting harder than ever, his cock throbbing with even greater need. The dragon pushed himself back until he was up against a wall, looking down at himself.

The bulges reached his balls, squirming around, and...and multiplying. Two lines became four, then eight, as they kept getting more and more numerous inside of him. His balls started plumping up, getting thicker, getting heavier as they forced his legs apart. His cock drooled, but not pre now. No, it was some other sort of slime, oily and thick.

"What are these things? What did you do to me?!"

"These are creatures of my design, dragon."

The voice. Much closer now. Draconicon looked up, only to find the demon lord walking over the summoning circle, almost upon him. He raised his hand, magic gathering in his palm before the demon clenched his fist. Instantly, the worms did something, and the dragon screamed in pleasure, his concentration shattered as he felt like he was cumming, cumming hard....

But nothing came free.

As he panted, the demon lord pulled him away from the wall, lifting him by his hips. His robes fell apart, leaving him completely naked as he panted helplessly.

"You see, dragon...I came here because I respect power. I find it...interesting. But I also can't stand to see people getting too powerful. I can't have anyone making themselves a rival, now can I? No, no...so I take some of their power. I take it and make it mine. Either through stealing it directly...or from enslaving the mind of the one who has grown too strong.

"You, you're too strong just to steal your power. So, I'll take your mind instead."

"With what...ball worms?"

"Heh, no. That's just the first step. The second will fit much more with that inner slut of yours."

"What are you talking about?"

"I studied you, Draconicon...I know about your experiments. I know the tentacles you've created to fuck you in a private orgy. I know the fire elementals you've created to torment your soles. I know about the lightning rod you made to zap your ass until you screamed. I know what you are...and I know what you want."

The demon lord's golden cock pressed against his ass, and the dragon couldn't help but moan at the size. It burned against him, yet at the same time, he needed it...

No, no, he didn't...that was...That was the corruption! He'd been getting hit with it the whole -

"AGH!"

The demon slammed in, and as soon as he did, Draconicon felt that golden cock oozing something. Not pre, but more of the creatures. Grub-like things, worming around, crawling into his ass, working their way towards his prostate. He felt them on him, felt them nibbling, oozing something, filling him with...with...

A lightning shock of orgasm hit him, and he knew no more.

#

Magnus smiled as he stroked a finger over the black dragon's head. Mindless, thoughtless, the former mage made a surprisingly good cock toy. Even now, that forked tongue that had educated so many was busy flicking along his shaft, milking him of cum. He didn't have to shoot parasites...it was just so much more fun to infect people than simply rut them.

"Good dragon..."

The End [/b