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Naked and worried, Bennet runs down the hall, seeking the poor kobold girl that he had corrupted. If she got too far in this palace, there's no telling what sort of damage she could cause. He curses himself for his lack of control, and hopes, deep in his soul, that another individual will not fall under his sway.

But as he runs, he comes across an open door. Desperate to see if Baze had taken up refuge in here, he peers inside, only to gasp, standing transfixed at the sight.

There, laying on the bed, is a gryphon woman with the most amazing pair of breasts he had seen on such a beast.

She stares at him with wide eyes before covering up those lovely lumps, a whimper coming up from her throat.

He chuckles, and slowly pulls himself inside. “Oh, don't worry, my dear. I'm just looking for a friend. She's a kobold. Cream-colored. Surely, you've seen her?" As he approaches, his form elongates, making him taller, more imposing.

She curls up, scooting up against the wall.

“Oh, dear, you don't have to worry about me. We're all here for the same thing, you know. Come on," he says, his tendril arm extending, wriggling towards her. “I'm sure you'll love it if you just let yourself taste the lust."

Suddenly, someone grabs Bennet from behind, and the eldritch monster gurgles and roars in furious pent up frustration.

“Love and intimacy is to be given freely, not taken from those who do not wish to give it!" The half elf paladin says, his body pressed against the strange creature's, his face stern. “You have been corrupted by a great evil. Let me be the one to fill your dark soul with light!"

Bennet's form contorts so that he faces the paladin, his tendril wrapping around Tybalt's neck. “What do you know of my darkness?" he hisses. “My pain can only be sated by spreading my lust!"

“Then try to spread it to me!" the paladin says, letting go of him and holding his hands out

Bennet laughs, tightening the grasp around the paladin's neck. “Very well, then." He snaps him down, bringing Tybalt to his knees. “Perhaps I can find a use for you…" With that, between his legs, a large and thick phallus emerges, transparent with swirling motes of fluid inside. “Cease your proselytizing and use your mouth for something that matters!"

Pulled forward, Tybalt's face rubs up against that monster cock. The paladin closes his eyes and kisses at the flesh before letting his tongue work up along the shaft.

Bennet grumbles as he watches. “What's this? Not even a struggle?"

“We're giving each other these feelings willingly," Tybalt responds, moving a hand up to wrap around the base. “Let my skill soothe your spirit." With that, the elf wraps his lips around the tip of the cockhead, causing the monster to shiver.

Something crawls beneath Bennet's skin, but the former human feels his lust focusing on that one point as the knight works along the shaft, letting it push down deep into his mouth and even into his throat.

Bennet breathes heavily, shaking his head, his human hand clasping to his forehead. “W… what.. How? I… Nnnahh!" Arching his back, the cursed one expels his unknown load all over the Paladin's face. He laughs at the sight, and, with a self-satisfied smirk, he says. “You fool. Now, you will be corrupted, just like everyone else."

Tybalt stares up into Bennet's eyes and grasps the tendril that holds his neck. He stands up, and, as he does, the fluid on his face vaporizes in his holy presence. Through his grasp, the paladin sends his divine energies into the former guard and pulls his neck free from the hold, yanking on the length to spin Bennet around and wrap his own arms around him once more.

“H… how can this be!?" Bennet cries out. “Why… why can't I transform and rip you apart!?"

“The answer to that is simple, my lover," Tybalt says, leaning in and kissing at the back of his neck. “You do not wish to harm me. You only wish to do good, despite your curse. Feel the healing power going through your body," he commands this as his hands move up and down along Bennet's chest, leaving tiny motes of light wherever he touches. “Are you ready to receive the cleansing?"

Bennet nods, feeling the paladin's manhood up against him. Spreading his legs slightly, a crack appearing between his legs, only to become fully formed lips of a glistening womanhood. Tybalt nods and presses his shaft through those newly-formed lips. As he does, Bennet's cries shift from the frustrated screams of an animal monstrosity to the contented gasps of a lover.

Tybalt continues kissing along Bennet's neck, his hands wrapping around him in a lover's embrace. Even as he slides inside and out of the aberrant creature, he does so with the same tenderness he did as he tended to the gryphon earlier.

The knight's hands hold close to him, even as his lips pressed over his shoulders, showing more of his love. One hand brushes down past Bennet's navel and wraps around his length. The glowing warmth of his holy power lets his palm slide over the shaft with the ease of an excellent lubricant.

Mouth, hand, and sword: These are the tools that Tybalt uses, giving pleasurable sensations across the hardly transformed body, pleasing Bennet's inner lust in ways his horrific transformations had never given him. And for the first time in a long time, despite being in a totally alien form, Bennet feels what it's like to be something close to human.

The tendril arms moves up, wrapping behind Tybalt's head as Bennet's body quivers in the feelings. Soon, he feels the paladin release his healing seed deep inside his body. His whole body shakes as he releases his own fluids, spilling out over the floor where they could no longer harm anyone.

Bennet collapses back against the paladin, breathing heavily. “I… that was…"

Tybalt kisses behind Bennet's ear and hushes him. “That's enough for now. Rest… you've earned it."