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Gor-Rok finally wrestled himself free, though not before feeling the beastman's cock lurch inside him, followed by a sickening surge of wet heat deep in his core as the beastman bellowed with bliss like some feral goat, grinding his heavy balls against the lizard's taint. Two of those pulses followed, leaving the great lizard sick with a disgusting feeling of humiliation, knowing he'd been successfully, if not fully, inseminated with chaos-tainted lust. One more twist of his body and that oversized breeding rod popped free, spraying the rest of its tainted yet virile bounty over Gor-Rok's face and over his lips before the lizard summoned what little strength remained in his body and crushed the goat-man's skull against the steps of the ceremonial chamber.

He licked his lips without thinking, the musky taste of the beastman's cum coating his tongue. Ugh. A quick survey of the temple revealed it to be lost, beyond hope. There were too many of the blood-crazed beasts flooding in, and the guardians - even the oldbloods - were falling one after the other. Itza was lost, and with its loss, it'd take with it the slumbering Lord Kroak. Unless Hexoatl sent reinforcements. They'd have to. The Great Plan dictated that Lord Kroak awake intact. Lord Mazdamundi would have no choice.

With fresh sperm still oozing from his aching, sore tailhole, Gor-Rok tackled his way through a smaller flock of the beastmen and managed to cut and claw his way outside. Once there, he dove into the nearest stream, the braying pandemonium and grunting of the goats fading instantly into a quiet murmur under the soothing, cool river. The last he saw were several others of his kind being bent over and raped into submission, just as he had. As he almost had. The river would cleanse the taint from him. Gor-Rok trusted in the Great Plan, and the prophecies already told of him. He would be fine, unlike the countless skinks and oldbloods who had fallen today.

The beasts had come so suddenly. Someone had betrayed them, someone taken by chaos. Itza's gates had been open and the guards slain before they could raise the alarm. Lord Mazdamundi had to hear of this, but it'd be a day's swim to Hexoatl, and already, Gor-Rok's strength was waning. He might've been one of the greatest champions of Itza, but the battle had taken a lot from him. No matter. The river would take him there on its own, even if slower than he could swim. He closed his eyes, letting the cascading water carry him far away from his fallen home, tucking his arms and legs and focusing inward.

The beastman's seed still burned inside him with a gnawing, heated warmth, sloshing around and only slowly seeping out. Few things in the world were as chaos-tainted as their filthy sperm. A lesser soldier would almost instantly fall to its corruption. Gor-Rok would not. He'd need a whole herd to fuck their cum into him to fall. The thought made something stir inside him, something unfamiliar and seductive. No. He would endure, and Hexoatl's spawning pools would purge what chaos there remained within him.

After perhaps an hour of letting the water carry him, the white lizard felt invigorated enough to swim again. His wounds were healing rapidly; none of the beastman had more than scratched him, when it came to his body. When it came to his pride, however, he hadn't expected to meet one strong enough to pin him down, even for a moment. And so he'd been helpless as it'd torn his loincloth aside and shoved that pulsating, disgustingly eager cock into him.

The lizardmen, themselves, were genderless. That only made it worse to have such a grossly oversexualized breed of chaos-spawn sate themselves upon their bodies. The way their cocks seemed to guide all their actions that their rage did not. The obsession with the carnal and the evident obsession to pump their cum into any living thing, warm or not. Gor-Rok, as he swam, wondered how it might feel. A sudden urge brought on by a sight or sound, resulting in that strange seed-spurting rod stiffening and demanding to be plunged into a partner. Apparently impossible to resist, at least for chaos-spawn. The few humans he'd met had struggled to resist it, too, despite being relatively pure.

Sexuality, thus, must've been a burden. But the younger species needed it to reproduce. They had no spawning pools from which the young emerged, immaculate and perfect. He, himself, had one day crawled out of one. Meanwhile the others had to rut like beasts, in search of that brief moment of apparent ecstasy, to do the same. Perhaps that, at its core, was a chaotic mutation, with cocks the lustful variation of the tentacles of Tzeentch?

The strangest thing was that he'd seen more than one of his weaker kin do the same during the brief battle. Their eyes would glaze over with that hungry, almost desperate look, and they offered themselves to the beastmen to be seeded, however anyone could actually enjoy it. The great white lizard's backside still burned from what he'd had done to him. The beastmen, in turn, happily accepted each surrender and filled the skinks with heavy spurts of their tainted cum. That was just from their presence. Even during his long life, Gor-Rok had never seen what happened after that, what a corrupted lizardman would be like. What he knew was they'd certainly be deviating from the Great Plan, and such, that outcome was unacceptable.

There was that strange tingling sensation inside him, almost like a coiling around the base of his spine.

Gor-Rok shook his head and focused on the swim. Whatever had been done to them, or him, was nothing the spawning pools couldn't reverse. Only a few hours later, he saw Hexoatl on the horizon. As he made his way there, the city was already in full activity, with armies amassing by the gates. They must've gotten word of what had happened to Itza already, but that'd be from someone who had escaped earlier. Gor-Rok had more details than them, surely.

The guards, upon spotting him, immediately brought him to Lord Mazdamundi.

"...Itza can and will not fall. Lord Kroak shall awaken as the Great Plan dictates," the Mage-Priest spoke to his lieutenants, Oxyotl and Tiktaq. The two skinks nodded in unison.

Gor-Rok watched as the great lord tried to convince himself - no, he was already convinced - that Itza was still standing, as it always had. Evidently whoever had come here before him hadn't been convincing enough, and it'd be days before scouts could return. If they returned. Although he had not been bid to speak, Gor-Rok had to interrupt.

"Itza may not have fallen, but it is overrun with beastmen. If I had to guess-" he began, quieting himself down when he felt the eyes of every saurus in the room on him.

"You reek of chaos," Mazdamundi spoke. "Therefore you must not be seeing things clearly. Itza_cannot_ fall," he continued, in absolute silence as the others stood in apparent reverence. But there was the faintest flicker of concern on his face, even if briefly.

"Tiktaq, Oxyotl. You two will investigate. Fly to Itza and note well what was happened. Then return to me," he finally commanded. The two skinks bowed, assassin and sky-master both. "Take Tiktaq's terradon."

"My lord, if I may-" Gor-Rok spoke up again, knowing he was tempting fate. Hexoatl had to send an army, every soldier not needed to defend the city, and they needed to send it now before Lord Kroak faced the same fate as the soldiers of Itza.

"You may not. These two will go to investigate the claim. You, meanwhile. Chaos has clearly confused you. Oldbloods, put him in the spawning pools and guard him until he is purified."

Gor-Rok felt a surge of frustration the likes of which he never had before. He had to grit his teeth to keep himself from protesting. Several of the oldbloods surrounded him, as did two of the generals. A kroxigor and a skink. Nakai and Tehenhauin. Gor-Rok had met the two before, if only briefly. Although neither served Hexoatl or Mazdamundi directly, they nonetheless defended the cities of the lizardmen from all threats. Gor-Rok had even fought on Nakai's side in defense of Itza in times past, and so, surely would be able to convince the ancient kroxigor of what had happened.

Granted, it would likely have to wait until he had been purified. As angry as he felt, he understood that. Chaos clouded the mind and drove it to reckless extremes. Particularly the corruption of Slaanesh, who these beastmen served, going by how eager they were to rape, more than to pillage.

Gor-Rok's body still ached, though he was fully healed, as what had happened flashed before his eyes yet again. The ache, though, had turned into something warmer; a thrumming, almost humming sensation within him. None of the lizardmen were fully acquainted with how potent the corruption of the beastmen's seed was. On the surface, they were merely good, if crude fighters. Yet if one was to receive their most intimate tainted gift so directly, it was on par with the greater demons. More than one city had already fallen to it.

It'd not be so easily purified. But yet, the spawning pools had always worked in the past. And so, the oldbloods, with Nakai and Tehenhauin amongst them, escorted the great white lizard there. The kroxigor organized the rest to stand guard along the outer perimeter, whereas Tehenhauin, the skink, was to guard Gor-Rok directly. Again, he felt that flash of anger. As if he needed guarding. As if he wasn't reliable.

Still, he obeyed, for what choice did he have? Gor-Rok sat down in the slimy pool. The one in Hexoatl was the grandest he'd ever seen, a pyramid built over the swampy, natural spawning grounds. From here, the lizardmen's armies came, each starting life as a tadpole. There were only a few here, now; it was not yet time for a spawning. Yet the pools were never completely still. A few half-grown skinks and even a saurus or two, though they all kept their distance from Gor-Rok. He couldn't tell if it was due to his fearsome size or because of the taint of chaos that still lingered on him.

The viscous water of the pool, at least, felt good against his battered body. It made him feel warm and comfortable, as if he was young again. Not that lizardmen were never truly young; each grew up in the spawning pools and emerged only once fully formed. There was no childhood like for the younger species. "Fresh" might be a better description.

What little beastman seed remained inside him slowly oozed out as he relaxed, even a few drops quickly clouding the waters of the pool. Tehenhain had turned his back, evidently trusting him enough to not pay attention. The tingling sensation only seemed to intensify, now, concentrating on that area between Gor-Rok's legs, and in his belly. He couldn't help but reach and rub that tender spot in his groin, quickly quieting a huff as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. There was a small cleft where none had been before, a slit that felt as if it was growing deeper into his body, one that felt fantastic to touch in a way the great white had never felt before. He moved slowly to avoid splashing the water too much and so alerting Tehenhauin as his fingers explored that new sensation.

There- if he pressed right against that slit, the good feelings intensified. There was a small nub of something slowly swelling outwards with each beat of his heart. When the lizard flicked his finger over it, it responded by sending another pleasurable spasm through him. It took Gor-Rok several moments to piece together what was happening, and the nub grew stiffer and longer as he wondered. It wasn't until it throbbed against his palm that he realized what it was. A cock. Just like those the beastmen had, except more reptilian in nature.

Gor-Rok found his eyes drawn to Tehenhauin's rump. The way the skink's tail slowly swayed from side to side, the masculine curve of his ass, the brief glimpses of his _hole_beneath it; he suddenly couldn't look away. His cock grew as he watched, swelling thicker. Inexorably. Gor-Rok knew it was corruption, but it felt strangely good. Then, it slowly split into two, and the great lizard clamped a hand over his muzzle to keep from moaning out loud.

He held his hands over the display to keep any of the guards from seeing what was happening to him, but he felt it. Twin shafts, as eager as those of any beastman, that eventually flopped over his stomach, fully grown and demanding so much of his attention as they throbbed in pleasurable, tingly anticipation of being put into use. The changes weren't entirely done, though. A pressure was still growing inside him.

He knew what it was. He was beginning to produce sperm. Just like the beastmen did, in great abundance. Yet, not only that. An urge was beginning to form along with those faint cramps and tingles. Fantasies of raising his tail for the guards and letting them rut him, letting them breed him, flashed across his mind. Suddenly, that part of him, that formerly virgin opening, felt itchy_and _swollen, yearning for something thick and warm to plunge inside him. Gor-Rok squirmed, panting breathlessly at how overwhelming the sensations were. No wonder the younger species were so preoccupied with mating.

What was that other thing they did, to ease themselves? He'd seen it only a few times. The great lizard would have work to do. He couldn't let himself be so easily distracted. The spawning pool would purge this corruption from him, all he had to do was outlast it. That meant no focusing on how it'd feel to have Tehenhauin - or Nakai - moan underneath him as he mounted the skink, thrusting into his body with lusty, carnal abandon until his seed erupted from that twitching cock. No fantasies of having them both do the same to him, afterwards. Of them all fertilizing each other and swelling with beautiful eggs. A rivulet of drool dribbled down the side of his mouth and his hand clasped over the twin lengths jutting out from his crotch, squeezing them together.

Yes, his was how they did it. His body somehow instinctively knew what to do too. He imagined Tehenhauin's tight pucker sliding over one or both of his cocks, simulating how it might feel by forming a ring with his fingers and stroking down that ridged shaft. He shuddered with delight, those strange members twitching happily in response. Something surged along the length of it, dissipating into the water, and yet, the pressure inside him only grew. It was impossible to ignore. He had to release it, and soon, before the desire overwhelmed him. Once he did, he'd be alright, able to relax until this confused state brought on by what'd happened in Itza went away.

For the very first time in his life, the ancient Gor-Rok began to masturbate, clumsily at first, but quickly figuring out the right rhythm to pump his cocks to. He alternated between the two, trembling and squirming as the pleasure grew from a nagging urge into something thrilling, something scintillating that pulsated through his body with each motion. He was racing towards that delicious conclusion far faster than he could've dreamt of, bucking his hips as new instincts awakened, thrusting as quietly as he could into the tight grasp of his hand as if it were a lover's body. Each little stroke brought him closer to something intensely beautiful, something so basic that he realized he'd been _starved_of his whole life, something he had no vocabulary to describe.

His cocks were throbbing more intensely now. The skink's back was still turned. He didn't doubt the Great Plan or the spawning pools, but that warm slimy water felt amazing against Gor-Rok's cock, his clumsy first masturbation slick and wonderful.

Then, suddenly, that intensity exploded. It grew into something Gor-Rok couldn't quite comprehend that felt like his whole body seizing up in the most pleasurable of ways. His cocks swelled in his grasp, just a little more, twitched, and then, for the very first time, his spilled his newfound seed. It erupted from his cocks in thick, pearly ropes, and the ecstasy that accompanied that first release was mind-shattering. Feverishly, Gor-Rok's hips bucked and thrust as he seeded the pool with his chaos-tainted essence. For a brief few moments, it floated in the waters of the spawning pool, clinging to whatever it touched. Then, it slowly dissolved, guaranteeing - but unknown to any of the guards and Gor-Rok himself - that the next generation of lizardmen would be born with the same needs of the flesh as the great white was now cursed with.

The only thing Gor-Rok himself knew, for that moment, was ecstasy. He couldn't believe that this wasn't a gift the lizardmen were naturally blessed with. He panted, slumping into the cum-clouded waters. Everything felt, for that brief moment, like contentedness. It was only once the afterglow ebbed that a shred of doubt began to gnaw at Gor-Rok's mind. He'd just given in, he realized, just as the beastmen did. That made him more like them than he wanted to accept. Yet, it'd felt so good. As he sat there, in that pool, the newly corrupted waters began soak back into him, amplified by the sheer transgressive chaos of seeding a spawning pool. Any amount of cum in it was too much, soiling its purity, but that of a lizardman slowly succumbing to chaos was too much.

He realized he should've gotten up when the slimy waters thickened, enveloping him like a warm caress, and immediately that desire began to rise again, no matter how Gor-Rok tried to fight it. He lowered himself into the water as he saw Tehenhauin turn around. Hopefully he wouldn't notice the slight cloudiness remaining in the pool.

"We shall perform a ritual of meditation," Tehenhauin spoke. His gaze was focused on Gor-Rok, staring without blinking, as if he suspected something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint it. Maybe he mistook the corruption he must've sensed for what he'd already felt in the great white, rather than the pool itself.

The skink took a step towards the pool. Gor-Rok knew he should've warned his old battle-brother, but that damned excitement over seeing how the corruption might affect him was stronger than the concern. Would he grow a cock, too? Would he let Gor-Rok sink his shafts into him? As such, he merely clenched his jaws, nodding as Tehenhauin stepped down into the spawning pool. A brief look of concern flashed across his face, again with that nagging feeling of something being wrong, but he waded down to sit on the side opposite of the saurus, assuming a meditative position.

Knowing that the tainted waters were soaking into his scales nearly drove Gor-Rok wild with lust. His cocks throbbed again as he watched the skink shift, as if uncomfortable, his head-frills flaring as the corruption began to take effect on him, as well.

"What happened to you, Gor-Rok?" Tehenhauin asked, even as he began to feel that same tingly sensation, only much faster, submerged as he was in the seeded water. "The taint is so strong. It'll be a wonder if we can purge it from you."

"One of the beastmen mounted me," Gor-Rok admitted. His voice was hoarse, and he neared Tehehauin slowly, keeping a close eye on his expression, where that usual steely focus and sternness were slowly dissolving into a look of relaxation and, perhaps, pleasure. "He sunk his cock into my body and seeded me," he murmured.

"And you let him?" Tehenhauin hissed, anger - and something else, something that Gor-Rok now recognized as budding arousal - dawning on his voice. "You're far stronger than any of them."

Gor-Rok almost replied with "yes," but caught himself just in time. His memory of it was already twisting into something different. A false recall of him eagerly raising his tail to let that goat-man pump his corruption into him. How good it'd felt to simply submit and get bred with that wonderful gift of the flesh, each sticky, musky drop of it. "He surprised me," the saurus replied instead.

Tehenhauin seemed to contemplate this for a moment. His expression softened again. There was that faint hint of that lust-glazed neediness in his eyes.

"How... did it feel?" he finally replied. He shook his head immediately afterwards. That wasn't interesting, or it shouldn't be, but he couldn't help but think of it. The mighty Gor-Rok offering himself to the low beasts, getting _bred_like an animal from one of the younger species. That disgusting seed dripping from his claimed hole.

This, his corrupted instincts told him, was his chance to let Tehenhauin feel just as good as he did. To give him that same need.

He took a deep breath, and stood up, revealing those proud twin shafts jutting out from his slit. Tehenhauin's attention was immediately drawn to them, and his next words caught in his throat as Gor-Rok towered over him.

"I can show you," he rumbled, with Tehenhauin suddenly becoming acutely aware of how much smaller he was than the mighty saurus. Those strong arms wrapped around the skink's waist and turned him around. "It feels wonderful."

"You have to... no, fight it," the skink growled, snapping out of his momentary trance. He struggled against Gor-Rok's arms, managing to accomplish nothing except rub his scaly hide against those incredibly warm cocks pressing against him. "Do not defile this sacred-"

The saurus clamped a hand over Tehenhauin's muzzle. The skink was a sneak, an assassin, deadly when unseen and more than a match for any great saurus, but far less powerful than them when discovered, and almost helpless against their massive strength.

"You'll understand, soon," Gor-Rok replied. "This was how it happened to me too. How these beautiful cocks grew from me," he continued, shoving the skink against the side of the pool and yanking his tail up to reveal that virgin entrance. Was this how the beastman had felt when he'd forced himself on Gor-Rok? He could almost sympathize, if so. The pink pucker seemed to be calling out for him, and his hips twitched in response, that raw sexual power controlling more and more of his mind. "And they feel wonderful to use. Soon you'll have one too," he huffed.

The sheer notion of being defiled like that made Tehenhauin fight back twice as hard, but it was like a trying to punch through a wall of hardened steel. He didn't want_it. And yet, he was familiar enough with chaos to know that once he'd been seeded too, he _would. So he fought it for as long as he could. Even as he felt that tapered tip of one of Gor-Rok's reptilian cocks prod under his tail, warm and insistent, demanding to be let it, where nothing would stop it from spewing its tainted cargo into him.

Sensing his resistance, Gor-Rok timed his motions. When Tehenhauin was about to breathe in, the saurus dunked his head into the cloudy waters of the pool, causing him to reflexively swallow a large mouthful of the taint. He sputtered and coughed as he resurfaced, feeling that chaos-infused water warm and plentiful in his stomach. His resistance faltered for a brief moment, enough so that the tip of Gor-Rok's cock slipped past his defenses and into his warm, unwilling but welcoming body.

"-no, don't..." he coughed, trying to will himself to expel the tainted water that was rapidly being absorbed into his body. That feeling of fuzziness, both mental and physical, grew and intensified.

It was that moment, the feeling of his cock sinking into someone's body, that really made Gor-Rok understand. It was blissful, overwhelming, like heaven. Rubbing those strange, mutated shafts had made him feel good. This made him feel like he'd found his life's purpose; burying his cocks into that warm, tight piece of paradise under everyone's tail and sharing that gift with them. Breeding_them. Even as he began to move his hips - clumsily at first, but quickly learning to trust his new instincts - he realized that he wanted _both. Chaos was never satisfied, it always wanted more. It wanted him to submit and be bred too, just as he was going to breed others.

Had he been wrong about it, all these years? Was mindless rutting and this pursuit of pleasure and carnal unions what the Great Plan truly wanted? Or was it chaos, setting him free? Gor-Rok was drooling at the idea of Tehenhauin growing a cock - or two - of his own, obscenely large and eager, just like his own, of seeing if the skink enjoyed it as much as he did. If he did, could chaos truly be as bad as he'd always been told?

Gor-Rok didn't know it, new to having a big, beautiful cock as he was, but he was already leaking warm, corrupted precum into Tehenhauin body, where that taint joined what he'd swallowed, beginning to change him. It was forcing all kinds of sounds from his mouth; from huffs and hoarse croaks to the little confused whimpers of a lizardman experiencing raw, bestial pleasure for the first time. At first, the great lizard's thrusts hurt, but with each passing moment, the sensation grew wetter, sloppier, better. Like it was scratching an itch inside him with each sawing, pistoning buck of his hips. Like it was natural_somehow. With that feeling, there was also a strange sensation of _stiffness, like all that strange arousal was pooling into his crotch.

Tehenhauin was no fool. He knew what was happening, the same way it'd happened to Gor-Rok. He would grow a cock and it'd begin to take control, filling him with chaotic lust and all but forcing him to sate it. The obscenity of it all, having a cock like that - engorged, undeniable, impossible to hide - was making his head swim with confused and conflicting desires. Gods, he wanted it, but he also wanted to cry out for help and be saved. Yet even once Gor-Rok's hand left his muzzle, all that he could muster were stuttering, warbling groans.

The skink couldn't see it, but he felt every moment as a new cock began to protrude from his groin. Gor-Rok whispered something humiliating and encouraging to him. Something about just letting it happen. Then, his hand was _there,_instead, stroking and pumping, and Tehenhauin saw stars. He came almost immediately, moaning and bucking against the bigger lizardman as his half-grown cock twitched and spilled the first load of many, chaos-tainted, into the spawning pool, adding to the corruption.

That in turn made him clench around Gor-Rok's cock. The sudden milking was another new sensation, and it felt so good that it pushed him over the edge.

"H-here it comes," he managed to growl. "Your- your clutch," he stuttered in a climactic staccato. For the second time in such a short timespan, he felt that wonderful, beautiful, pressure rise inside him, and his instincts drove him to hilt his cock as deep as he could force it into the skink's body, just as the beastman had done to him when it'd shared its gift.

Tehenhauin had been changed enough by the rapid mutations that his body glutted on the seed once it erupted into him, drinking it eagerly, wallowing blissfully in the sudden blossom of corruption that warmed his insides with each twitching pulse of Gor-Rok's cock. He could barely breathe for how good it felt. That intensify was all channelled to two places; his mind, which grew hazier and fuzzier, that same eternal desire for sex taking root in his head, and his cock, which lurched as it swelled larger yet, making Gor-Rok's grip on it feel all the tighter.

And within him, a womb had already developed. The chaos-tainted sperm seeped into him, and although neither would know it yet - other than perhaps instinctively, on some level ­- he was fertilized, bred with a clutch of lizardmen who'd all be born with the same gift of eager cocks.

"...doesn't that feel better? I couldn't believe it either," the saurus rumbled as he collapsed back into the pool, feeling a thrill of satisfaction at watching cum - his_cum, specifically - ooze out from under Tehenhauin's thick tail, further polluting the once-pure waters The slight pleased him. The _filthiness of it, and knowing that it was all thanks to him, pleased him more.

"Yes, gods..." Tehenhauin finally spoke when he'd caught his breath. He turned around, leaning against the earthen side of the spawning pool. His eyes widened as he saw his new cock. He only had one, unlike Gor-Rok, but it felt amazing, and seeing it like that - swollen and rock-hard, ready for breeding - was what finally broke the skink's resistance.

"Call for Nakai," Gor-Rok ordered, seeing that same lustful daze fully consume the skink. "We'll share this gift with him, too. Tell him that you need help purifying me. And the moment he steps into the pool, we rut him, fill him with his wonderful seed of chaos," he rumbled. There was no longer any hesitation in his mind, no concern for corrupting all his kin, as he no longer saw it as corruption. Rather, it was making things right; giving the lizardmen the lust and organs they were always meant to have, just like the younger species. Taking back what had been taken from them. Spitting in the face of their uncaring gods who didn't want them to feel such pleasures.

Tehenhauin obeyed. He assumed the meditative position again, though his body trembled with desire. By now, the waters were clouded enough with cum that they entirely hid the cocks of the two mutated lizardmen, erect as they were. He then called one of the guards to the pools, telling him to fetch Nakai. Although the guard immediately felt that something was off, they didn't have the authority to point such things out. Both Gor-Rok and Tehenhauin were, after all, far above them in the chain of the Great Plan, and as such they'd know better. Each lizardman had their place, and attempting to leave it was chaotic. And so, he obeyed as well.

Nakai arrived with booming steps only a few moments later. The kroxigor was far larger than Gor-Rok, and his crocodilian eyes observed the two with typical quietness. Luckily - or perhaps unluckily, for the lizardmen - their senses weren't as sharp as those of the saurus or skinks, having been created to be laborers and great, hulking warriors. Nakai was one of the greatest of his breed, but even he was only relatively intelligent.

All he sensed was the presence of chaos, but he was unable to pinpoint it even with the pool seething with corruption. And he was used to letting the skinks guide him when he arrived at any new place, something that Tehenhauin intended to fully exploit. Neither of them could best the kroxigor in combat, but he was just as receptive to the taint as the others.

"Hold him in place," the skink commanded, knowing fully well that Nakai would have to step into the pool to do so. "He's resisting the purification."

"Ah," Nakai finally spoke, his voice like the sound of driftwood breaking against the shoals. "I've always wanted to fight the mighty Gor-Rok."

"Don't kill him," Tehenhauin added.

Gor-Rok wanted to snap that there was no way he'd be beaten, much less killed, even if the kroxigor was far larger. Somehow, despite the impulsive and emotional chaos coursing through his body, he managed to control himself enough to avoid saying anything. Instead, he locked his eyes with Nakai's.

"What is his taint?" the lumbering reptile asked, taking a few steps into the pool. Yet, with how heavily armored his scales were, both Gor-Rok and Tehenhauin realized that he'd not be affected by it. Not immediately, at least. The only place the taint could enter into him were through that desirable hole under his tail, or through his mouth.

That'd make this all the harder. "He's grown a... cock. Two of them," Tehenhauin replied, hopping out of the pool to rummage through the clothes he'd left outside, praying that Nakai would keep his attention on Gor-Rok.

"Oh, yes. As the beasts have, no? I remember. We'll cut it off so he'll stay calm for long enough," he suggested, a faint hint of a grin tugging at the corners of his toothy mouth. "Everyone who has one of those grows more and more preoccupied with keeping it. This much, I know."

Then, quicker than even Gor-Rok could react, his massive hands pinned his arms to the sides of the pool, and his teeth gnashed as if to suggest what he was about to do. "We'll purify you yet. Tehenhauin, do whatever you were planning to. I'll keep him preoccupied."

"Just one moment..." the skink called out. He was tossing through his clothes and a bag he'd also been carrying, looking for something, and there, finally. He held something up for Gor-Rok to see, but the great white lizard was far too occupied with struggling against the massive kroxigor. Trying to fend him off was a Sisyphean task. Every inch that he pushed back, Nakai inevitably regained. It was only the fiery anger of chaos surging through his muscles that even allowed him to briefly keep the kroxigor at bay.

Whose idea was it to make servants so much stronger than us? What if they were the ones first corrupted? The empire would fall within a day, the faint voice of Gor-Rok's reasoned mind questioned. And the tainted majority immediately fantasized of how good that'd be, seeing no negatives in being taken over and over by the massive beasts. Enough of them would easily overpower even the greatest of lizard-lords.

Just as Gor-Rok began to feel his muscles give up, too tired to keep pushing against the kroxigor, Tehenhauin was suddenly on his back, and jabbed a small dart right between the scales of his neck. Nakai grunted, blinked, and suddenly collapsed as the toxin robbed him of control.

"I had to dilute it first," Tehenhauin panted, explaining why it'd taken so long, gesturing towards his selection of assassin's tools scattered along the poolside, from daggers to blowguns. "This stuff can bring down far larger prey than him."

Gor-Rok paid him no mind. Instead, he looked at the limp, groaning kroxigor. "Let's see how protective you get of a cock once you know how great they feel," he growled, eager to repay Nakai for what he'd almost done, only in a far more pleasurable way.

"My turn," the skink huffed, pushing Nakai's tail out of the way to admire the prize underneath. The moment he saw it, he knew exactly what to do. Much like Gor-Rok, the only thing he could think of was how and why such sexual beauty had been hidden from them before. Just the sight of Nakai's ass - pink, soft, and vulnerable despite his great size - made his cock throb with anticipation. He climbed on top of the kroxigor, the slight of such a small thing mounting someone much bigger almost comedic, had it not been for the overwhelming lust, and sunk his eager new maleness into that warm, blissful place. Immediately, his hips began that automatic, carnal dance.

Gor-Rok in turn forced Nakai's long snout against his manhood. The kroxigor could hold his breath for hours, he'd do just fine underwater, and while it'd force some of the tainted, slimy water into his body, Gor-Rok had a more direct approach in mind. With his muscles all disabled for - what was it, an hour? - his sharp fangs and strong jaws were harmless, better suited for pleasure than fighting. His expression was neutral, as always, but Gor-Rok could tell there was fury in his eyes, gazing at him hatefully as the great white's hands pried his jaws open.

"Just enjoy it," Gor-Rok huffed. "You'll be begging for more soon enough."

He thrust both of his cocks into the kroxigor's maw, one sinking into his throat and the other grinding over his tongue. Try as he might, he was unable to put up any kind of protest, and soon he was being spitroasted, skink-cock sawing in and out of his ass and the saurus' cocks throbbing in his mouth, along with the musky, overpowering taste of carnal lust.

His muscles might've been weak and useless, but the venom had done little to dull his senses. At first, it felt like nothing much at all, but slowly - even despite his great size - he could feel a warmth beginning to build inside him, his body responding to the mating. Slowly, slowly, previously unfelt and still unwanted urges began to well up, with each drop of precum and each gulp of the pool's water, filthy with sexual slime, that he was forced to swallow. It was only conscious control he lacked; despite his best efforts, he could feel his pucker tightening around the thick shaft buried inside him. As if he wanted it.

"Rrgh, he's... starting to give in," Tehenhauin hissed, his tail lashing back and forth as he rutted Nakai's defenseless body, speeding towards heights of pleasure he'd never dreamt possible.

Nakai had never felt defeat before, nor surrender. A seductive sensation was building up inside of him, now. A cajoling voice telling him to give up. It wasn't that he could_resist, not physically. He knew that much. The two would both squirt their seed into him and then he'd grow a cock too. What he would resist was the corruption of his mind; no matter how good his body felt, he didn't have to surrender as easily as Gor-Rok and Tehenhauin had, allowing their lusts to enslave them to the point they _embraced their new sexualities. He didn't have to surrender at all. Chaos tempted all but claimed only the weak, or so he told himself.

Yet that voice was there. Beg for them to seed you. It wouldn't stop, only growing louder and more demanding each time another drop of precum pulsated into him. Give up. You know how good this feels. The feeling of another male thrusting into his body- wait, he'd never even thought of his kin or even himself as "males" or "females" before, as the lizardmen were genderless. And suddenly, he understood that he was male, somehow. Intrinsically. He shared that desire, that lust-

Nakai managed to twitch as his fury rose, anger at realizing his mind was changing despite his best efforts. His insides felt like a coiled spring, like the tension in the air just before a storm, every atom of his being begging for release and relief. Relief that he couldn't have. Unless you embrace this. Unless you want to grow a beautiful, proud cock to let you feel that pleasure. Nakai would not. He had suffered far worse terrors and pains in the endless war against whoever dared to disrupt the great plan.

He committed himself to resisting just in time to feel Gor-Rok's cocks twitch inside his mouth, accompanied by a disgustingly pleased grunt from the saurus. "Drink," he growled, and thrust in deep enough to lodge one of his shafts into Nakai's throat, ensuring that he had no choice.

The kroxigor felt that first twitch, and the shafts swelled larger, one against his tongue and the other buried in his throat. Another, heavier throb followed, and he could feel the cum surging up through those bloated members. A heartbeat later it erupted into him, one rope bathing his tastebuds in the deliciously sexual flavor of it, and the other spurting down his throat, warming his stomach as it was pumped into him. Had he been able to control his strength, he'd have torn the great white to pieces for the humiliation, and yet he could do nothing but watch and feel every moment. The humiliation only intensified as he felt the same sensation at his other end, only even more intensely, as Tehenhauin reached his peak as well, giving a high-pitched satisfied hiss. The same throbbing and pulsations, and the same feeling of faint wet heat building up inside him as he was inseminated.

Despite the intense shame in being mated and inseminated like an animal, like a lesser species unable to control their urges, all the wet, sticky heat seemed to gather into a white-hot, glowing pleasure in his groin, swelling outwards and feeling fantastic. Beautiful even, enough to make him shiver despite the toxin. But he'd not grow one of those things. He refused.

"Mm, look. He's getting really big," he heard Tehenhauin pant, and then, he felt a hand wrap around some unknown part of him, one jutting out from his groin, and stroking it energetically."

It was only then that Nakai realized he'd already grown a cock, and it felt wonderful. He'd already lost. Those chaotic instincts wrenched control away from him as he, too, lurched, bucked, and then erupted his very first load of warm, tainted seed into the pool, groaning with satisfaction around the softening cocks in his mouth, and his ass dutifully milking out what dregs of cum still remained in Tehenhauin's shaft. That was the first time he truly felt that bittersweet, addictive feeling of surrender. Chaos had already taken root inside him, and such, there was no more reason to resist. No reason not to let the pleasure he felt sweep his mind into absolute, unthinking bliss. He threw caution to the wind, dipping his mouth into the cloudy waters and drinking deeply.

A few hours later, the three were all admiring their new tools. Caressing those chaotic mutations lovingly, occasionally stealing a taste of each other's malenesses, openly stroking themselves to climax after climax in the spawning pools. Tehenhauin and Nakai called in guard after guard, ordering them to drink from the pool and bathe in it, watching with delight as they obeyed their superiors despite any hesitations they might've had, each rapidly mutating into a more useful, sexual form, with stiff cocks swollen with desire and puffy tailholes yearning equally to be rutted.

One after another, the guards of Hexoatl fell prey to chaos, encouraged to explore their new bodies by the fallen lords. Gor-Rok made sure any reluctant guards had a turn soaking in the corruption as well. Eventually, though, he could no longer resist what he truly desired, that feeling of a craving, ravenous emptiness within him too intense. Especially when he saw both Tehenhauin and Nakai's bellies begin to swell with eggs, their bodies kicked into overdrive by the ruinous forces. The great white lizard wanted that, too. Needed it. In truth, he needed everything, now. Every form of sexual pleasure he could conceive of, he wanted more than he'd ever wanted anything before. So he crawled out of the pool and joined the confused guards, positioning himself before them.

"Breed me, make me swell with eggs. Use your new gifts," Gor-Rok roared, dropping onto all fours in front of the newly corrupted guardsmen and presenting his hole for them without as much of an ounce of hesitation. Both Tehenhauin and Nakai were almost certainly pregnant by now, but he hadn't received the sweet gift of seed inside himself yet, not after the beastman's rape, and his body burned and yearned for it. "Pump your cocks into me until you have nothing more left to give."

The oldbloods were still reeling from the sudden waves of mutations, most yet trying to resist the influence their growing cocks had on their minds, but the attraction was there; watching the great white offer himself to be mounted and pumped full of cum had many of them swelling to full hardness, each unable to look away. When the other two fallen lords did the same, each wanting to _ensure_their conception - and enjoy each rut on the way there - the effect was further intensified. Beyond even the corruption, lust seemed to hang thick in the very air, now, inexorably influencing each mind.

With the three great lords, two of them already stained and dripping with cum, all lined up, it didn't take long for the first's resolve to break. He stepped behind Gor-Rok and slid in, effortlessly, growling with ecstasy as he mounted his superior. It would've, perhaps, been an act of dominance, breeding someone above their position, but lizardmen had no previous conception of sex, and chaos had no hierarchy. It only took him a few pumps before he roared in triumph and hilted himself, draining his cum deep into Gor-Rok's body.

The moment he came, the spell broke, and the rest of the guards began to push and shove each other aside, each trying to be the next to plunge their cock - or cocks, for those that had two - into the great white or the other two lords. None of them lasted for long, inexperienced and chaos-drunk as they were, but each had that glassy-eyed lusty stare on their faces and let out the same lust-choked growls and roars as they inseminated one of the three.

Gor-Rok wallowed in it, feasted on each thick spurt of cum that erupted into him. He didn't doubt that he had a womb, eager to drink in the seed of the corrupted saurus. He'd swell with eggs, just like the other two getting bred side by side with him. The sight, sound and scent of pure sexual _bliss_was like heaven to his ears, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, the satisfied and pleasured grunts and groans, and the thick musky scent that now hung in the air over the spawning pools.

Some of the guards had even taken to mating in the pools, now beyond any hope of ever being purified as load after load of tainted seed mingled with the waters. Any lizardmen born from it - or from the eggs the lords laid - would be instantly sexual and needy, probably opting to fuck their "siblings" for relief immediately upon emerging, and the thought only struck Gor-Rok as beautiful in the most obscene of ways. After all, what could ever feel better than this?

As he eventually began to grow numb, even with cock after cock pumping its seed into him, his thoughts drifted to Itza. To the slumbering Lord Kroak. Would he, too, wake up like this? Would he lead the lizardmen to a new future, forged in the fires of lust? And what of Tiktaq and Oxyotl? The idea of seeding and fertilizing them, too, and introducing them to this wonderful new existence briefly flashed across the great white's mind. Yet, he had a place here, now. He and the other two lords would all lay their eggs in the spawning pools, in which they could hatch in the future. Perhaps someone else would get to reap that joy. Maybe the same beastman who had inseminated him for the first time.

After all, he had countless more guards to enjoy. He would demand that each of them take a turn under his tail, and that none of them leave before they'd pumped him full of that sticky, warm seed. Then, once he'd recovered enough to mount them again, he would, until every soul in the great city of Hexoatl had a beautiful cock and a bellyful of eggs, including each new generation of lizardmen as they emerged from the tainted pools. At that thought, his cock began to once again stiffen, bobbing happily in the air beneath him, bouncing with each thrust of a Saurus' hips against his ass.