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As Verin slept, he also dreamed. He dreamed of a strange place, an empty void filled by a series of floating islands. Each island could be described as a chunk of rock floating through the abyss. Some had trees, some were completely barren, but as Verin floated amongst these islands, he spotted one that looked different from the rest.

The largest island in the abyss contained a single building atop it. The building was the size of the shop he and his brother ran. It looked much nicer though. Ornately carved wood and expertly cut stone stood out to Verin like a light in the eternal darkness. What confused him was the torn and tattered purple cloth hanging from the sides of the building. They looked incredibly out of place.

Soon both the ratfolk's drifting and his musing came to an end when he landed on the island in front of the strange building. He felt an urge, a call to open the door that awaited him and compiled without hesitation. He stepped forward until he was directly in front of the door and grasped the golden handle like it was an illustrious gem. With a quick tug, the door opened and Verin walked inside.

Inside the strange building was an even stranger sight. There was no furniture in inside nor any other doors. Not even a second floor. There was only a simple candle lit chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a figure wearing an elegant purple robe standing with their back to the entrance.

As Verin slowly stepped onto the light-brown wooden floor, the door behind him suddenly slammed shut. When he whipped his head around to see what happened, he was shocked to see that there was no door.

"So you are the inheritor? Hmph. This will be easy, then."

Verin's head once again whipped around to face the direction of the sound. There was only the robbed figure standing in the center of the room, who slowly turned to face him. Shock covered his face as the figure pulled their hood down to reveal themselves in all their glory. The mighty pair of horns on their head, the piercing golden eyes that watched him with the hunger of a predator, the raw power of the creature's standing before him. There was no doubt in Verin's mind. A purple-scaled dragonkin was standing before him.

Dragonkin were legendary beings. Gifted with the powers of the ancient dragons, they harnessed the elements in their rawest form and brought change to the world around them. There were so few dragonkin in the world currently that it was assumed that they were becoming extinct. However, the dragonic species always found a way to cling to existence.

Verin took a step back out of sheer shock, then another out of fear. Dragons were known to control the greatest forms of both might and magic in all of the realms, and he was currently face-to-face with one of their kin. He, a lowly rat, was standing before greatness.

The dragonkin took notice of his movements and let out a chuckle. The voice was a deep baritone. "So you recognize your place in this world and the glory of the one who stands before you. Good." The dragonkin then surprised the ratfolk even further by shedding the rest of their cloak and revealing their own naked form.

The beast had muscular arms that jutted out from his wide shoulders and perfectly displayed his meaty chest and pecs. He had abs that could have been chiseled by the divine themselves. A mighty pair of wings splayed out from his back and revealed themselves with a minor gust of wind. The dragonkin's perfectly rounded ass accented his thick and long tail that reached the ground and lay there in a lazy manner. Legs that could have been mistaken for tree trunks slightly flexed and stretched as the dragonkin proudly put them on display for the rat in front of him.

It took him a moment, but Verin eventually caved into the growing desire within him and looked at the huge beast's crotch. Just like the creatures he was based on, the dragonkin had a slit that stored his genitals. But Verin was far too smart to misjudge something such as this. He knew that there was an equally monstrous shaft hidden within those depths.

Another deep chuckle drew Verin out of his lustful thoughts and forced him to stare into the massive dragonkin's eyes. Wasn't he further away just a few moments ago?

"Look at you. Even with your impressive form you're still a common rat. Come forth and please your new king, your new master. After all, it's the only thing a worthless creature like you can ever achieve in your pitiful life."

Rage sparked within Verin. Even though he was a ratkin, he had always had a sense of pride about who he was. Maybe it was the fact that he was taller than most ratkin. Hell, most races in general would consider his height uncommon. Or maybe it was the fact that he had been constantly training his body so that he had his own impressive assets to show. Regardless, this flicker of rage was enough to break the instinctual fear that being a ratfolk had instilled in him at birth. Still, it was being smothered by something else, something unnatural.

Verin couldn't control his feet as he took slow steps forward. He felt like a prisoner in his own body as it lurched in the dragonkin's direction, taking step after step until it finally stopped only a foot away. If he had thought the knight from earlier was impressive, then Verin couldn't help but stare up in awe at the dragonic being's height. He had to be at least 8 feet tall.

A musky and lustful scent began to fill the air as the dragonkin let known his desires. His musk clouded Verin's mind and made him wozy with need. A wicked smile covered the beast's face as he spoke, "Now kneel, and pleasure your new master."

There was no use resisting. Verin was only a pathetic rat compared to the glorious dragon before him. His knees gave and he fell to the ground, his eyes staring directly at the dragonkin's glory. It was incredible. Over a foot long and thicker than the wrist of the ratfolk underneath it. He drooled, causing the owner of the huge shaft to let out a proud laugh that vibrated deep within his chest.

"Go ahead, slut, indulge in your twisted desires."

The voice in Verin's head screamed at him, telling him that something was wrong and that he needed to stop. But a single lick was all it took for the voice to be smothered underneath his desires. Once his tongue made contact with the rod, the rat couldn't control himself. He gorged upon that divine cock, slobbering and choking on it like a starved man.

The purple beast let out a loud groan of pleasure that only served to fuel Verin's desires further. He sucked the cock deep into his throat long and hard until he would almost pass out from a lack of air. Once he could take no more he fell off the dick a sputtering mess, but was soon back to sucking like his life depended on it.

It was a drug. It had to be. The delicious taste of the dragonic cock had him a moaning mess, a slut to be used and abused by his master. The dragon let out another loud groan and soon became active in the rat's defilement, hammering into Verin's throat and causing him to choke even more. Sweat pooled and dripped from both of their muscular bodies. It glowed in the light of the chandelier and the heat of their passion.

Verin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his own dick throbbed and sputtered to life. The more his new master grunted and pounded his throat, the more submissive pleasure clouded his mind and enslaved him. Glowing purple marks had begun to spread out around his body to symbolize his growing corruption.

Magnificent lust built within both of them. Their twisted wants and needs became a surge of corrupting power that spread through their bodies like fire. Verin moaned. This was heaven. Pleasure he had never experienced before swarmed him and tore through his mouth just like the dragon's dick.

Being a ratkin, members of the other races would never even consider mating with him, but now he was being used by his new owner, and it felt divine. His own impressive length continued to jump and throb while his asshole winked with need. His arms came to grip the dragonkin's muscular ass as he was soon overwhelmed by the ferocity of the throat fucking. He was being banged against the dragon's crotch so aggressively that he was beginning to lose consciousness. But he held on for the sake of his dominator's pleasure. And his own.

The dragonkin gave a triumphant smirk as his newest slave quickly settled into his new job as an outlet for his desires. Finally, after so long, he had found a new soul to corrupt and bend to his whims. Finally, he had a new vessel to spread his corruption into the world once more. Finally, he could indulge in the mortal desires of a good rut. And it felt so, fucking, good.

"Oh yes. Oh gods yes! It feels perfect! Take my dick whore, choke on it and revel in the knowledge that your king has used you like a bitch! Fucking take my dick!"

Panting began to overtake the other noises in the room as the ratkin cumdump pleasured his new master. The dragonkin was beginning to reach his bursting point. Having been trapped in the Ethereal Abyss for so long he had no way to satisfy his depraved needs. The cum stored in his body was begging to be released. So eventually, the deepthroating had to come to an end.

"Oh fuck! With this you will, fuck, become my first whore in my quest to dominate this world. I now anoint you in the name of my glories empire! Now, choke on my cum and accept your new life! Fuck yes!"

That was all the warning Verin was given as his captor let out a roar and mashed the rat's face into his crotch, ensuring that his cock would stay lodged within. Verin whined with submissive pleasure as the dragonkin came down his throat, feeding him his load and bloating his stomach. If anybody else were here, they would see his stomach and think that he was pregnant, but the load did not stop there.

Shot after delicious shot of dragon cum was blasted down Verin's gullet so quickly he couldn't even savor the taste. The cum eventually became too much for his body to handle and gouts of it came surging back up through his throat and out his plugged mouth. Some even spurted out of his nose. It splashed into the dragonkin's crotch and fell to the ground in waves, and yet he didn't stop cumming.

The pleasure was becoming too much, and yet Verin held on and forced himself not to cum. It was that voice in his head again telling him that he still had a chance, that he could still turn things around. It was partly instinct and partly reason that kept him from erupting onto the dragonkin's legs.

The feral roar began to slowly morph into a groan as the onslaught of cum finally came to an end. This was divine, this was the pleasure that he had been yearning for after all of these years. Now, it was finally his. And to top it off he had a new slave to satisfy his needs in the future. He couldn't wait to fuck his new bitch. But then he realized something. He had not been freed from his prison here, which meant that the ritual had not yet been completed.

Before the dragonkin could dwell on this subject further, he felt a swipe at his legs and suddenly he had been slammed into the ground. The world spun for a few precious moments, but those moments were all Verin needed to climb forward and lock the dragonkin in a kiss. Immediately, purple energy surged around the pair.

Realization jolted through the dragonkin's brain but by then it was far too late. Every bit of lust, every bit of desire that he had instilled in Verin's head was being transferred into his own. He only had a few seconds to fight back but it wasn't enough. His body thrashed to get the ratfolk off of him but the grip on his head was too strong and he was fading too quickly. The rat had already poured out a substantial amount of the cum inside his stomach.

Lust and desire that was previously in the rat's body was being transferred with the huge amount of cum, along with the purple energy that had spread around his body. The lines retracted and instead spread through the dragonkin's body in an attempt to cover his lighter scales with a darker purple.

The rage and indignation previously in his body had been replaced almost entirely by lust and desire, and Verin would not waste this chance. Somehow his body knew what to do as his mind worked to keep him focused. He had done good but he was running out of time.

Verin ripped his mouth away from the dragonkin's and grabbed his legs. He raised them so that his own dick was now at the dragon's entrance and he growled with an arcane might in his voice. "Not so tough now are you, you fucking lunatic? I'll make you pay for trying that on me!"

With a single, powerful thrust, Verin shoved his entire dick into the dragonkin, mashing it into his prostate and causing both of them to moan in pleasure.

Verin had never felt the pleasure of topping anything before. Never could he have comprehended the sheer bliss that sticking his dick in someone would bring him. He thought earlier that he had found heaven, but that experience was quickly dwarfed by the utter magnitude of delight flooding his brain. He couldn't hold back, he needed to fuck.

Visceral sounds of aggressive male on male sex echoed around the building as Verin unleashed his pent up desires upon his victim's virgin hole. The dragonkin had never felt so humiliated and dominated, but he couldn't help the slutty moans escaping his mouth. He wanted more. He wanted to be completely destroyed and owned by this rat who had the audacity to do this to him.

"Please... I can feel your dick throbbing inside... Please, dominate me! Ruin me! Make me yours!"

The shock of being overtaken at his weakest moment combined with the pleasure of being pounded raw dug into his brain and mixed with the lust he was inflicted with. If the dragonkin hadn't been taken by surprise or hadn't let his guard down this wouldn't have happened. But unfortunately for him, he had greatly underestimated the rat he now found himself getting railed by and was paying greatly for it.

Power. More and more power surged through Verin's veins as the high of domination took him to new heights. His body worked overtime as he jackhammered his crotch against his victim's asshole and stuffed it full of rat meat. His mind was beginning to go numb but he refused to let go now when he was so close.

Verin grew bolder and bolder with every thrust. "That's right. Take it, every bit of it! You fucking love it when I rail this ass of yours don't you! You tried to break me but it turns out you wanted someone to break you more! Say you want my cum! Say you want to be my slave!"

If there was any resistance left in the dragon's body, it all faded away when he spoke his next words. "Yes! Please, fuck me and break me and use me, please! I need you master, now and forever, I need you and love your big cock! Break me, break me, break me, break me!"

Verin's thrusting increased to an impossible pace as he fucked the dragon with all of his strength. His body was being worked to the limit and further, but it was worth it to feel the gushing of his own precum filling the hole he was fucking. He wrapped his arms around the big dragon's torso and pounded into him with everything he had, leaving the dragon a whining and slobbering mess.

Slaps of passion combined with moans and groans of pleasure were now sounding out through the outside of the building. The two felt no need to contain themselves here and let their pleasure run wild. As Verin continued to thrust the slaps of flesh on flesh became louder due to the amount of pre leaking out of his victim's hole. The dragon felt like a tight and warm fucktoy and the rat intended to use him for all he was worth.

The dragonkin surprised Verin by lunging his mouth forward and kissing him. At first, Verin was worried that the dragon would try and take control again. But then he showed his complete and total submission by opening his mouth and moaning with a whorish expression on his face. "Please master. Break your new toy."

That was it for Verin. His inexperience combined with his already churning balls couldn't withstand the urge to fill his new cum dump. "I'm gonna cum. Take my load, bitch."

This time it was the ratfolk's turn to let out a roar. A surge of arcane strength poured out from his body as he emptied his throbbing balls into his new whore. Cum shot out with such strength that it felt like a hammer was pounding the dragon's insides with every shot.

The dragon's eyes widened as his own stomach began to quickly bulge. Soon, he couldn't withstand the pleasure and came with Verin, completing the ritual. An obsidian collar covered in glowing purple lines wrapped itself around the dragon's neck, signifying his submission. A purple light surged around the two as they both unleashed their passions. Soon, the pair was covered in the blinding light and Verin blacked out.

Outside of the Ethereal Abyss, the orb in the display case flashed a bright purple before exploding into a million pieces with a loud bang. Rasc was startled out of his nap on the counter by the noise and ran up the stairs as quickly as lightning. When he looked at the case and saw the broken glass he let out a sigh. He had worked hard to steal that and now it was ruined. Oh well, it was still usable.

He then turned to see his brother to check if the noise had woken him up. Instead, however, he blushed bright red and dashed down the stairs at the sight of his sibling's sleeping form. His brother was certainly having a good dream to be worked up in his sleep like that. Rasc wished that he could sleep instead, he hated not being lazy.