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Forewarning: The story you are about to read has been made for the purpose of entertainment. As such, please take this work of fiction lightly! Your interpretation of the words I've written are likely very different from my own. If you're not enjoying what you're reading, then I suggest you go find something else to entertain you.

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Institution Common Grounds, Paladin Eirik's Private Quarters.

The Thirteenth of Springtide. Third dawn. Seventeenth night.

Daniel hated how slowly time had been crawling by. He'd heard the reports… Entire towns in flames due to a single outbreak. Paladin Eirik had gone, of course. No one else in the Institution dared to handle that level of threat on their own. Their resources had already been spread so thinly across the realm. It seemed that a demon threat was reaching the Institution's ears every other week.

The paladin's page hated how useless he felt stuck in this room. Daniel had already done his training and studying for the day, and moments like these were killer on the young male. He'd devoted all twenty-four years of his life to becoming a paladin. Through the seemingly endless months he'd mastered the sword; training beneath the best of the best in an effort to one day stand tall beneath the Institution's banner…

Yet Eirik refused to let him join in the fight against evil. Instead he was stuck in their small room waiting for his master to return. He rolled about atop his cot, tugging at the strings of his tunic as he tried to keep his mind busy.

It was during times like these that Daniel was most susceptible to… Forbidden activities. Sexual stimulation, both of body and mind, were bound to lead to the susception of demonhood.

At least, that's what Eirik always said.

The fire crackled in its hearth, bringing with it a much needed heat to the inner sanctum of the Institution's barracks. Daniel listened to the sound of embers snapping as he waited... Every so slowly… For his master's return.

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Daniel rubbed at the sleep in his eyes as he pulled himself upright. He'd heard the door to his room close, and was surprised to see his paladin standing before him. Eirik was still in his platemail, having just now returned from the front lines. Soot and dirt still clung to the gilded armor, the paladin's shoulders weighed heavy as he turned to face his page.

"Master!" Daniel exclaimed, quickly pushing himself out of bed to return to the holy knight's side. “You're back!"

Eirik gave his apprentice a warm smile. The paladin always enjoyed returning to his page. Even at his worst, Daniel's high spirits would help lift him up as well. The sight of the younger man's bright face was all he needed to help ease the burden of his latest journey.

“Aye, lad." The armored paladin began, twisting off his helm and tucking it beneath his arm as he nodded. “Yer ol' knight is back."

The page gently took the helmet from his master before positioning it atop Eirik's armor rack. Daniel frowned as he looked over the burnt and clawed metal in his hands. He'd have his work cut out for him over the next few days. The battle must have taken quite a burden on the man. If only Eirik would let Daniel help…

“What happened?!" Daniel exclaimed, turning back towards Eirik with wide brown eyes. “I-I heard that the village had been consumed! Some of the other knights said that the Hellfire had spread through the entire forest?"

Such a terrible fate… All those people. What of them now? Daniel's heart sunk as he imagined the twisted scenes that must have played out there. Eirik had been all alone inside of those corrupted grounds… His paladin was s-so brave.

The page sniffed as he wiped away a stray tear. Even though he had already surpassed his years as a teen, the boy still hadn't gotten a hold on his overactive tear ducts. The squire's paladin looked down at Daniel with a look of disappointment. Eirik had hoped to return to a more hardened pupil, but instead…

“Daniel!" The knight shouted, bringing his heavy gauntlets up to grip at the squire's shoulders. “What did I tell ya about showing such raw emotions? If you were to act this way in front of a demon, they would've sunk their claws deep within you. For yer sake, Daniel… Cease this."

Daniel sniffed and hastily tried to wipe away his tears as he choked out an apology. The page had been so worried… But now he knew his master was safe. The tears that continued to roll down Daniel's cheeks hadn't been out of sadness… They'd been ones of relief.

“Apologizing now, are ya?" Eirik continued, speaking over the babbling squire. “Do I need to have you read the Oaths from the lectern again, recruit?"

The young squire scrabbled to salute at attention, his tears unattended. “N-No sir! Acknowledged, sir!"

The paladin only chuckled as he rolled his shoulders. The warrior brought a gauntlet to his own head and shoved against it in an effort to help pop his neck. His encounter with that demon had left his body feeling tense and sore. “See, kid." Eirik began, staring down at his sniveling page. “This is why I can't take you out there with me yet. Your swordhand may be strong, yet yer will Daniel… It hasn't hardened yet."

Eirik laid a hand upon Daniel's shoulder and squeezed. The smaller man just shied away from the touch, stepping backwards as he glared up at his paladin. “I just… All the others go with their knights. But you keep me cooped up in here! Why?! A-Are you worried about me?! I can handle myself! You said so yourself!"

“No." Eirik stated firmly. “The land needs me, Daniel. The places I go… I can't take you. Ya wear your heart on your sleeve, boy. This last journey… was… It was a good reminder why you're not ready."

“But… But I am!" The page professed. “Let me prove it to you! Please! You won't even tell me about what happens in those villages!"

The paladin stiffened, his face paling as he harkened back to the quest he'd just returned from. Corruption had clung to the air around him at all times, its temptations burning deep within his chest. Eirik shuddered as the foul demon's cackle echoed in his head once more. He was lucky to have returned at all.

“I feel like I'm wasting my time here, Eirik… Like you're just trying to protect me." Daniel continued, staring up at his master in earnest as he spoke. “I know how much my father meant to you, I just… If you're doing this out of some promise to him then-"

“Daniel!" The paladin barked, his foot stomping into the ground in frustration as he snapped back to the present. The subject of the page's father had always been a sore one, but Daniel had rarely seen Eirik express such unbridled emotion. He almost never raised his voice like this…

Daniel took a step back as he shrunk in on himself. He'd promised himself he wouldn't cry again, but he could feel his eyes beginning to water once more.

The paladin breathed heavily as he let out one last snort of frustration. He closed his eyes and took a deep, steady breath. “Fine." He grunted. “I'll tell ya what happened."

The page blinked in surprise, quickly snapping to attention as the paladin gestured towards his armor. Daniel quickly stepped towards the man and began work helping unclasp one of the paladin's battered and soot-stained pauldrons.

“A demon had seeked refuge in the town. The place had been over fifty people strong. The demon had carefully laid the seeds of his corruption throughout the town. No doubt the beast used its magic to slowly taint the land. Our scriers only caught the readings yesterday, and by the time I arrived the entire town had been consumed by Hellfire." Eirik sighed in relief as he watched the page help him out of his chestplate. He rubbed the cool metal of his gauntlet against a sweaty pec, the stiffness in his muscles relaxing slightly as he paused in his story. He'd been tense ever since he left that doomed village… But he was safe now. Daniel was here.

“Ya can feel the corruption in the air before you even see it yerself, Daniel." Eirik continued, shuddering as he watched his page undo the latches of his gauntlets. “It's palpable. I knew I had to banish the demon before his corruption spread any further, but such a feat is not easy… Especially when the hellfire had spread so far."

“Uh… Sir?" Daniel interrupted. “I've heard others mention it before, but… What exactly is 'Hellfire'?"

Eirik snorted as he turned away from the squire. “Demon magic. The antonym to our own. Only the strongest of holy men can withstand the intense 'flames' of corruption. It is hard to describe, young one. It's… More of a feeling. When ya first taste it in the air… You'll know."

Daniel imagined Eirik raising his sword against twenty twisted beasts, flames licking off their forms. Even though the paladin was outnumbered, Daniel imagined a cocky smirk on his knight's face. His eyes widened in awe at his paladin. “A-And you went in there?"

“Hesitation is a sign of weakness." Eirik puffed his chest out proudly as he scratched at the thick mat of black hair that grew from his chest. “Weakness is like a chink in one's armour, Daniel. One must have perfect defense, both mentally and physically, when yer going up against a hellion."

Daniel slowly pulled the man's other gauntlet off, running his hand along the blackened claw marks that had ripped through the metal. “S-So… You found this demon?"

Eirik nodded as he grimaced. He could still picture the corrupted beast in his head. It had taken the form of a stallion, the beast's body as black as a silhouette in the night. The demonic cry of the hellhorse rattled through the paladin's skull… The demon's impressive form looming over him. The smoke that wafted from the demon's form had been the hardest to fend off…

Such powerful corruption. He was lucky to have even returned at all.

“Found. And now it has returned to its own realm." Eirik ground his teeth as he spoke, his fists clenching. “The demon put up a good fight… however… dishonorable it might've been."

The soft nicker in his ear, whispering of sweet rewards… If only he'd give in to his desires… To seize what he'd wanted for so long and taken it for himself. All that power… throbbing in front of him. Begging to be seized.

Daniel slowly slid down to his knees in front of Eirik, the young man's hands moving to the paladin's waist. Eirik's nostrils flared as he watched those nimble hands eagerly work to help ease him out of his faulds.

“Dishonorable? You mean like… Striking below the belt?" Daniel spoke, angling his head up towards his master's gaze. All the squires had been trained to never attack in such a fashion. It seemed unfair to Daniel. The paladins fought with such honor… His master didn't deserve such treatment.

The paladin didn't respond to Daniel at first. The knight was far too busy replaying the scenes from his previous quest back in his head. The memories almost seemed to grip him, his mind sifting through them in confusion. Some of the events… Felt… Hidden.

Eirik could still see the town ablaze with hellfire in front of him… That infernal braying surrounding him. The paladin grunted, his hands closing into fists in an effort to bolster his resolve.

Such a powerful beast… Eyes red like burning embers… Smoke plumed from its form, licking at his cheeks as it slowly strode over to the faltered knight.

Go on... The voice of the hellbeast echoed in the paladin's ear. Seize it.

“Something like that, yes." Eirik began, reaching out and resting both his hands on his pupils shoulders. “But a demon does not rely on their claws alone to defend themselves. Do ya know what else they use, page?"

The squire frowned as both his hands wrapped around one leg of the paladin. Daniel fumbled with the tightness of the chausses as he thought the question over. “Uh… N-No?"

“They use their words, my boy." Eirik smiled, his finger absent-mindedly moving up to stroking some stray soot off of his page's cheek.

“Like temptation?" Daniel asked. The squire imagined the sight of a powerful demon, bloodied and sprawled out across the ground; begging the paladin to join his side in a desperate attempt to save his own hide.

“Exactly, Daniel." The paladin nodded. Although the two had come to an agreement, their understanding of the scenes playing out were drastically different. In that village, it had not been Eirik standing over the beast.

Eirik swallowed as he remembered the demon's twisted form standing over him. All that power… Wafting over him… The equine's muscles flexing with power. Both man and beast, their aspects combined into such an insidious form. That pulsing… Infernal…

The paladin pulled himself away from the recollection as he felt a pair of hands tug at his loins. The man had been stripped down to nothing, his entire body wary from the travel. The sweat that beaded across his form offered little escape from the heat that seemed to burn within him. The corruption was still on him. He could feel it clinging to his skin.

Before Daniel could finish his duties Eirik turned away from him. The paladin's mind was still trapped in that hellish place. He needed… To be cleansed.

“Now come." Eirik ordered, signaling for his squire to follow him. “We bathe. I must… Wash this sin away."

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The squire had already drawn the water earlier that night. He had planned to bathe alone, as he hadn't expected a chance to do so with Eirik for at least a few more days. The tiled bathhouse was in pristine condition, one of the many parts of Daniel's jobs that he actually prided himself upon. Scrubbing the entire bath was tough but rewarding work, and finally being able to recline within its warm waters was just icing on the cake Daniel needed.

It seemed that Eirik had already begun drawing warmer water. The paladin had submerged himself in the waters; steam wafting off the rippling surface and collecting along the walls. Daniel looked down at the edge of the pool and noticed the knight's discarded loin. The smaller male quickly dismissed the heat that flooded to his cheeks and began to fumble with his own clothing.

Daniel watched as the great warrior waded through the water. His shape was slightly obscured by the steam, but that didn't matter to Daniel. The page had memorized the man's figure by heart. A part of the initiate envied the paladin for his amazing figure. After all… It was one of the many reasons he had joined the Institution.

Daniel had spent years trying to build mass upon his own lithe form, but all he had gained was a bit of definition around his curves. Some of the more heavy-set squires envied his physical condition, but whenever Daniel set eyes on Eirik…

The pages heart fluttered as the paladin turned to stare back at him. His master raised a hand from the water and smiled at Daniel, motioning for the page to join him in the waters. That was all the encouragement he needed to quickly wade in after the man.

The warrior's muscles would tense and bulge as he continued to scrub himself free from the soot and ash that clung to his skin, the strain from his recent battle still weighing heavy on him. Daniel stared in awe at the scars that snaked across the knight's body. He'd heard some of the stories before… Like the pirate who taken a slash at his chest. A pink scar now lay across the paladin's wide torso, acting as a gentle reminder to keep his distance from even the most chivalrous of outlaws.

“How did you banish him?" Daniel asked, his curiosity piqued. “T-The demon, I mean."

Eirik frowned as he tried to reach a hand behind his shoulder blade. His muscles spasmed for a moment, a flash of discomfort washing through his body from the effort. The paladin thought back to the moment the hellbeast had pushed him to the ground, that infernal amalgamation of hand and claw digging into the same spot.

Daniel immediately recognized the discomfort, reaching up to help massage the paladin in need. He smiled as he listened to his master release a grunt of satisfaction. It was times like these that Daniel most enjoyed his life as a squire.

“A demon may only return to their plane of their own accord, Daniel." Eirik explained, the touch of his page's hands on his knotted muscle helping to pull him away from the clouded memory. “You must force the demon to consider leaving as their best option."

“Wow…" Daniel's hands moved lower as he tried his hardest to help ease the tension out of the paladin. The tight muscles seemed to push back against him, as if refusing to completely relax. The page took to imagining his master taking arms against a raging demon… Bringing his blade down towards the corrupted beast and demanding that it return to it's realm… Or else. “You're amazing."

“Magic circles, called abjurations, are what are commonly used to force a demon to leave. Such magic encases and withstrains demons, barring them for a finite area. Then it is just a matter of holding the spell longer than they can sit there. Most lesser hellbeasts give up within seconds." Eirik frowned as he thought back to the towering and infernal figure of the demon wreathed in smoke. “But the greater demons… Ya don't abjure a greater demon."

Eirik rolled his shoulders as he closed his eyes. The paladin pushed back against his squire's firm hands. It didn't hurt to let the squire think he had defeated the demon in a more… traditional fashion. The older man opened his eyes in surprise as he felt Daniel's breath on his back. He shuddered, the feeling of the powerful beast atop him consuming his thoughts once more. The hellbeast had nipped and licked at his back, the horse's lips curling to push great wafts of corruption against his skin. Deep. Warm. Heat… Rolling across his back.

You wish me to leave this badly? The beast had muttered… its turgid length kneading into his back. What say you, noble paladin… Do we have a deal?

The hellbeast had tried everything to persuade Eirik into giving in, but he had refused every offer until the bitter end. Eirik shook his head as the remnants of the demon's whinnies echoed in his head. In the end, Eirik had won. He was safe again… In the hands of the one person he'd sworn to protect.

Daniel smiled back at the paladin as he helped turn the larger man around. It seemed that the knight had finally begun to relax, his guard finally lowering in front of the page. The young male kept his hands on Eirik's hips as they stared at one another… Their chests rising and falling in tandem as they took deep breaths in of the bath house air.

The hot water lapped at their waists as steam drifted around them. The haze had thickened considerably, now obscuring the walls of the bath. It was just the two of them here… No one else… No one to distract them from-

“A-Ahh!" Daniel lept backwards as he felt a great heat suddenly leap into him. He pulled his hands out of the water and hissed, his fingertips still throbbing as he tried to rationalize what had just happened to him.

“What's wrong, Daniel?" Eirik asked, quickly closing the distance between them.

“I-I don't know." Daniel's frown quickly turned into a soft smile as he felt Eirik's strong hands squeeze around his. “Nothing. I… I think. You've just got me all paranoid with the talk of demons and… Hellfire."

“Ya need to relax, kid." Eirik offered, running his hands up his pupils arms before squeezing at Daniel's square shoulders. “Yer in safe company."

Daniel sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and letting himself grow limp against Eirik's ministrations. The paladin had always been better at massages… Always offering them to the page when he needed it… Letting him sleep in on the weekends... Staying up late with him to recount tales of his dad's adventures… Being there for him when he needed him most… And…

...Being the only paladin willing to take him as a student.

“I love you, Eirik." Daniel whispered, the words escaping his mouth as a latent heat coursed back into his veins.

The hands that pressed across Daniel's shoulders suddenly froze. The squire's eyes opened in shock, his hands quickly clasping over his mouth. Daniel looked up at the paladin in front of him, a look of pure horror on his face.

“I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I-I just-" Daniel took a step away, tearing away from the knight's grip in an effort to run away from the entire situation.

Suddenly Eirik's hand shot out, gripping Daniel by the wrist and holding him in place. The waves of the bathwater crashed against one another as the squire struggled against the paladin. “I'm sorry! I-I don't know what came over me! I shouldn't have said that!"

Eirik simply frowned as he looked at the young page before him. Tears welled up in Daniel's eyes, his mouth frozen in a tight grimace. “I'm sorry!" He choked once more.

The paladin wouldn't tolerate this kind of behavior. He yanked at the man's arm, forcing Daniel to stumble backwards. The squire twisted his body to face Eirik as the paladin reached out to catch him. Two burly arms reached around the page and squeezed him tightly, his entire body leaning against the paladin's for support.

Daniel's eyes shot open as he felt his body stiffen. Eirik was… H-Hugging him. Another pulse of heat shot through his body, his arms instinctively reaching out and returning the hug.

“It's okay, Daniel." Eirik whispered, his voice barely a whisper in Daniel's ear.

“W-What?!" The page sputtered. He hadn't expected this. All of the other knights had warned never to reveal one's desires, especially those such as this. But he had… And now… Now he was hugging his knight. The squire curled his fingers against the paladin's bare back, pressing his face into the man's chest to hide his tears.

“This is simple temptation, Daniel; Something which all paladins work hard to resist. Yer not the first squire to have this problem." Eirik explained. His foggy mind thought back to his own youth… When he had first met that fellow knight. The paladin smiled as he allowed himself to relish in those memories once more. “You'll move on. We all do."

The page's entire world felt like it had turned upside down. This wasn't right… The warmth that flooded down there wasn't right. It couldn't be! A-And yet… He could feel Eirik's hands running down his back… The man's chin resting atop Daniel's head.

“S-So… You're not mad at me? Didn't I fail again? W-What about my will?!" The page asked, bewildered by the gesture. His entire body felt weak as the paladin's arms cradled him even closer, the burly man placing a hand on his pupil's head.

Daniel choked on his own words as his entire body shuddered in delight. His master was hugging him. The man who raised him. The man he looked up to. The man he loved.

That's when he felt it.

There was something in the air… Something warm and wet. It had been relaxing Daniel's mind and body alike. The page had been quick to dismiss it due to the steam rising around him… But steam didn't lick at you like this. It didn't curl around you and whisper soft thoughts in your ears. The heat that now coursed through his veins burned bright in his lungs. He'd been inhaling it; letting it twist his mind until he'd been foolish enough to admit his love.

His love. Daniel's member twitched as it pressed up against Eirik's. How long had their hips been glued together? A-And… How big was Eirik's length?! The massive shaft was pressed between their stomachs as it throbbed. It kept on pulsing… Over and over again… Spreading that insidious heat between them.

“E-Eirik?" Daniel gasped, his body bucking on its own. That heat… That need. It was overwhelming him. N-No, it had overwhelmed him. His hands now gripped the man he loved with conviction. He didn't want to let go. He wouldn't let go.

The lust was boiling over inside of him. It had no place left to go except out. Daniel found himself desperately trying to inhale the corruption, his chest rising and falling as his thoughts began to consume him.

He loved Eirik. And Eirik loved him, too. The sensation of their pulsing shafts grinding together proved that. All of his life he had looked up to the paladins… He had wanted to be one. But now Daniel realized that wasn't entirely true. He wanted to be like Eirik. To be big and strong. P-Proud… T-To lick and t-to touch and to hold him just like this. H-He needed t-this s-so badly he d-didn't care a-a-anymore he needed this.

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Farmlands of Illithstead

The Thirteenth of Springtide. Third dawn. Fourteenth night.

The village had been completely overtaken by Hellfire. Where there had once been paved roads now stood blackened stone. The soil of the land had been soaked in the corruption for so long that even the trees had been warped, their bark crackling with embers. The buildings had been twisted to reflect the domain they now found themselves in. What once were homes and inns now stood as carved stone. The paladin ground his teeth as he noticed the uncanny changes to the environment around him... The architecture now twisted to resemble those of his Institution's training grounds.

“Blasphemous…" The knight muttered to himself, pausing to mentally chastise himself for the remark. Eirik had known better than to let himself get lost in the scenery. He quickly turned his gaze onto the path ahead of him, his armor rattling with each step. Even anger must be kept in check, especially when this deep into a demon's reality.

He knew where he was headed. The twisted monastery at the end of the path towered above the rest. He'd be there… Waiting. A paladin could not easily conceal his presence here, and the demon knew that. Eirik feared an ambush at any moment, as he had yet to see a single hellbeast since he had stepped foot in this corrupted domain. The knight gripped his sword tightly as he came to a stop in front of the looming building at the end of the street. It's gilded stone doors slowly creaked open, a gust of pure corruption pushing against Eirik's body.

The demon was inviting him in.

The inside of the monastery resembled a cave more than anything else. Unnatural darkness lapped at Eirik's feet as he pushed inward. The smell of sweat and sex was heavy in the air. A normal man would have fallen to his knees the instant the pungent scent met their nostrils, but Eirik was no normal human.

“Paladin Eirik." The demon's voice echoed from beyond the darkness, his voice cool and collected.

Eirik had no reason to respond. Only the demon had something to gain from words. The knight continued to trudge towards the rumbling voice, his expression steeled.

“It is an honor to finally meet you, Paladin Eirik." The deep voice continued. “I've heard many a tale of your prowess. They say you cannot be convinced to join our cause… That you never waver… That you cannot be bested in combat."

A rumbling laugh echoed down the dark chamber. “Such a mortal couldn't exist… Don't you agree Paladin Eirik?"

Eirik pressed forward. The paladin had heard it all before. The fear of death did not halt his pace.

“Mortality… Paladin Eirik." The demon cooed, letting the word sit heavy in the air. “That's never been a concern of yours, has it? After all, you've already thrown your life away for your Institution's noble cause…"

“It's a pity I can't convince you, Paladin Eirik. We could use someone like yourself. It's been quite a long time since a demon as strong as you has joined our ranks." The shadows that curl around Eirik shudder as the demon gasps in recollection. “Ah, that brings me back. You remember Darys, don't you?"

Eirik hesitates for the slightest moment, his entire body recoiling at the mention of the name. It had been so long since he'd allowed himself to think of that man in the brink of battle.

“Ah, you do… Don't you?" The demon chuckles. “He misses you, Paladin Eirik. He told me himself not that long ago… Now that I think about it… Darys told me quite a bit about you."

Sweat dripped down Eirik's brow as he picked up his pace. Running was out of the option. He had to conserve his strength for the battle ahead.

“He agrees, you know. You really are the most powerful paladin at that order. If it had been any other, you would've succumbed with him. That's why he loved you, wasn't it?"

“Quiet, demon." Eirik muttered, glaring into the darkness.

“The irony is delightful. If it had been any other man with him, he would have been able to control himself." The voice mused. “How badly did he beg you to stay with him? Hm? Do you hate us for helping coax him towards a life where he can be free from your Institution's shackles?"

“Quiet." The paladin repeated, brow furrowing.

“He cherishes the time he spent with you, Paladin Eirik. How many nights on the road did you spend in one another's company? So far away from the Institution… So far away from his wife…"

“QUIET!" Eirik shouted. The darkness recoiled as his voice echoed through the hall. The stone aisles came into view, their empty seats pointing towards the dais at the end of the cathedral. An obsidian throne sat atop the raised platform, a lone figure staring down at the paladin.

The demon wore a cocky grin, his face a twisted amalgamation of both horse and man alike. A thick black cock stood at attention between the hellbeast's groin, the girth flexing and pulsing as it bobbed in the air. The massive animal was twice the size of Eirik, forcing the beast to look down at the punitive male across from him. Its eyes were completely black, and as the beast began to speak a thick wisp of smoke coiled out from within its bestial lips.

“Welcome, Paladin Eirik. To my vision of-" The equine's ear flicked in annoyance as he was interrupted by his guest. The paladin shouted as he charged towards the hellbeast. Eirik was not one to waste time. He raised his blade towards the hellbeast as he cried out in anger.

Anger. The demon nickered as he brought himself to a stand. He could use that.

The horse's nostrils flared with smoke as the demon readied himself. Powerful black haunches launched the towering animal forward, taking the initiative to slam a thick hand into the Paladin's sword hand.

Eirik had been expecting the demon to try and disarm him, and as the demon moved he began to utter a quick Command spell. A burst of bright light erupted from the knight, illuminating more of the shadowy cathedral's walls as their hands connected.

The fight continued for hours. Each carried great caution towards the other, only exhausting their magics when they were forced to. The demon's form may have been large, but with size... one loses speed. Eirik had harmed the beast quite a bit… But he had done so at the cost of his own stamina.

As Eirik had come to expect, the demon was using all of it's tools at its disposal. The cathedral's benches had been turned to rubble amidst the fighting. Bright embers now glowed within the cracks of the cavernous stone.

The shadows moved with purpose now. They no longer lingered in the air. Now they condensed and pressed against the paladin; slipping in beneath his armor… coiling tightly around his body. The corrupted air felt like hands against his flesh, constantly touching and kneading at his muscles.

And all the while... the demon talked. The hellbeast knew that Eirik was fighting defensively; often times allowing the horse to take a step back and lower his guard in an attempt to converse once more with Eirik. The paladin knew the infernal horseman was forcing him to take to the offensive, but he was beginning to slow down.

“Come now, Paladin Eirik." The hellbeast chuckled, smoke trickling from the demon's 'wounds' in great droves. “Surely you can't keep this up forever."

“I have more stamina than you, pony." Eirik spat. The two were breathing heavily, the sweat dripping off their bodies before landing on the ground with a hiss. The hellfire. Eirik blinked as his conviction faltered. The paladin all-too-quickly became aware of the tightness in his loins. The smoke… Was that what the beast was truly after?

“You may have more stamina, knight. But I'm not here to best you in combat." The horse nickered as he tossed its black mane. The hellbeast's cock swung between its legs as it took a step forward.

Eirik raised his blade in response, taking a cautionary step back from the massive horse. “Then you wish to run from me? To hide like a coward?"

“Come now, Eirik." The horse rolled his shoulders as he sauntered towards the man. With each step the demon's hooves sent another burst of embers into the air. “I thought by now you'd come to understand my goal here."

“You wish to corrupt this world, demon." Eirik growled. The knight feared letting the demon too close, lest he pin him to the ground again.

“No, Eirik. It's not your realm I want. To be quite honest with you paladin, I've come to gain intelligence from your Institution. One of our own has gone missing, and I was ordered to interrogate whoever came to this land. I followed the Greater Order's wishes… But in truth, I came in hopes that I'd find you, Iris." The horse opened his palms toward the paladin and stood proudly before him. However gentle the demon's words were, they still boomed within the chamber. The dark horse suddenly fell to his knees, sending a great burst of ash and sparks of fire outwards. “It's all I've ever wanted."

Eirik's eyes went wide, his mouth gaping as he stared at the demon in a new light. There was no way… W-Was this a trick? Another foul attempt to tip him over the edge? No one called him that… E-Except...

“Iris." The horse whispered, prostrating himself before the smaller male. “I've come so far for you. Just for you. I knew you'd come. You always did."

Eirik took another step back, shaking his head in disbelief. He was already so tired… A-And the heat that pulsated from his loins… He couldn't deal with anymore tricks. Not now.

“Please, Iris. Please understand. I just wanted to see you again. To touch you." The horse reached out a bestial hand towards the paladin. Black smoke curled around his fur from the 'wounds' that Eirik had dealt. “I'll return to my realm. You have my word. Just... Let me kiss the man I love one last time."

Those black eyes blinked at him, a look of pure desire on his bestial face. Iris… It had been so long since someone had called him that. Darys had always said they were his favorite part about the paladin. The heat that pumped through his blood was getting harder to ignore. The smoke was stroking his entire body… Begging him to step forward and give his lover one last goodbye.

Eirik licked his lips. They tasted of sweat, musk, and smoke. His heart pounded beneath his armor… His arousal pulsing in tandem. T-The beast had promised to leave… If he gave him that? T-That was all he had to do?

The paladin took a single step forward. He paused, a single shudder rolling down his spine as he felt the smoke grip his arousal.

“Please, Iris." Darys begged. “I want to hold you again."

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Darys… It had… It had been Darys. The demon had returned to his realm but…

Darys had left something of his behind.

The paladin shook his head as he once again attempted to pull himself from the memory. The fog still clung to his mind like a thick smoke, his eyes blurry as he imagined the sensation of Darys' claw-like fingers running along his back. It almost felt like he was kissing him once more… His lips mashing against Darys' corrupted form...

No. This wasn't right. Eirik blinked once more, the smoke withdrawing slightly as a fraction of his self-control returned to him. The demon had corrupted the paladin's thoughts in an effort to push him over the edge… The clever man was ultimately leaving it up to Eirik. Darys had always been an excellent persuader. And now… Temptation burned within him, brighter than it ever had before. If he gave in… He could return to Darys' side. He could be with the man he loved again… The man his Institution had forbidden him to love. But, Eirik groaned, that would mean-

Something hot and amazing slid against Eirik's body. The pool… Yes. He was still in the bath house. The paladin blinked once more and squinted. For a moment he thought it was Darys pressed against him… But that couldn't be correct.

“Tell me, Paladin Eirik." Darys' voice echoed, his rich and smoky words echoing in the knight's head. “How is my son doing?"

Daniel moaned into Eirik's mouth as the two continued to kiss. Greedy fingers clutched at his back in an attempt to press the two even closer. By the gods… The demon had pushed Daniel over the edge. Hellfire broiled within the young squire, his wanton cries of lusts filling the bath house. Eirik could feel his lips spreading Daniel's open… Forcing his tongue to curl and play with the younger male.

No… It wasn't Darys corrupting his son. It was Eirik. The paladin shuddered as he kissed and sucked at Daniel's fattening bottom lip. His hands weren't just holding the page, they were toying with him beneath the water… Running along the man's taint… Feeling the man's balls pulse and fill his palm. A surge of power rushed through Eirik as his lucidity fully returned to him.

It hadn't just been a kiss in that village. It hadn't stopped at a single, tender, hug. By the time the demon had returned to his realm, Eirik had been whispering sweet words of love and care into Darys' equine ears. His mind had been clouded by that smoke, and as he stumbled out of the corrupted village he had done so... thinking he'd won. The demon had been defeated… His quest had been completed… And the only thing on his mind had been returning. Back to the Institution. Back to Daniel.

There had been so many signs… The clouded memories… The voices in his head… The immense girth in his loins…

His loins. Eirik's eyes widened as he felt his arousal stiffen against Daniel's body. The paladin snorted in pleasure at the sensation. His shaft was burning with desire.... A desire he couldn't ignore any longer.

At this moment, Eirik knew he had a choice. He could still take a step back; speak a spell to bind Daniel in place… And let his page finish his corruption alone. He would seal the bathhouse and wait for newly-made demon to return to his realm. Eirik knew that the Institution would still take him back… That they would work hard to banish the corruption from his system.

But they wouldn't spend the resources on Daniel... Not even if he begged them.

Eirik had promised Darys that he'd protect the late-paladin's son. If that meant falling into depravity with Daniel in his arms… If it meant Eirik could return to Darys' side… If it meant he could reunite father and son…

Than it would all be worth it.

The steam that had clung to their forms began to dissipate. The walls of the bathhouse had become uneven and smooth, the white tiles now warped into a lustrous black rock. Hellfire now stewed within the roiling waters, the bath transformed into a breeding ground for corruption.

Eirik's thick palm rolled up Daniel's spine before halting at his hairline. The man's fingers curled in desire as he gripped his page by the hair. He could feel the younger male's arousal stiffen in excitement at the touch, a fresh wave of corruption emanating from the squire. Eirik knew that this corruption would not escape the Institution's sights for long. There was a time and place for taking things slow, but this was not it.

The paladin took a step back and snorted in impatience. He looked into the depths of Daniel's pitch black eyes and smiled. The page was held in place by Eirik's grip, yet the young man continued to worm and writhe beneath the horse. His grip in the young man stayed firm as he slowly guided his squire's head down to the corrupted pool. The squire's hair was thickening, pushing longer while also spreading further down his back…

It was the beginning of a beautiful mane, one that might even rival his father's.

“Drink." Eirik demanded, keeping Daniel's face pressed just above the bubbling black waters. The page didn't resist at all, immediately letting his face sink into the depths and swallowing as much as he could. His body twisted and writhed as he gulped down the corrupted liquid, his chest roiling with newfound energies.

Eirik had seen a hellbeast shift so many times before… But now… He was allowing himself to take pleasure in the act. He shoved the boy's face further down into the water until his entire head was entirely submerged in the inky darkness. He could feel Daniel shudder as his head bobbed beneath his grip.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

Daniel could feel it filling him. He could use it. The page shuddered as his entire body began to expand… His lithe body spreading outwards as the corrupted waters acted as a catalyst to his changes. He'd heard the stories. Men growing twice their size before begging others to join them… Hellbeasts groping themselves openly and seducing others to sin.

He wanted that. He wanted to be that. Eirik was helping him be that.

Maybe he could finally be as big as Eirik.

“Gah!" Daniel gasped, his head suddenly yanked out of the breeding pool's depths. He gasped for air, liquid corruption still rolling down his face. Fat, plump lips parted to reveal a thick tongue, the consumed male licking at his cheek for more. The black water had died both hair and skin alike, his flesh now stained a mottled grey and black. His skin felt good, the page's own hands now running up his body. Daniel let out a soft nicker as he moved his fingers through his lengthening hair. It would be so long, he knew it. Long and sleek and beautiful.

Just like his cock.

Daniel moaned as his attention was brought back down to his arousal. The page's grey cock had lengthened quite substantially, the head of the shaft now flat and flared. He stroked at it lovingly, watching as his fingers began to pop and twitch, fusing together. The now-three fingered man explored the base of his cock, inquisitive hands playing at the edge of his sheathe. He nickered once more as he let a fat, blunted claw sink into his groin. It was so hot in there… The corrupted waters still clinging within his sheath. Just the thought of having Eirik's tongue lapping him clean made Daniel moan… Helping to fuel his paladin to the heights of pleasure he had never fathomed until now… H-He needed that. He needed to help his knight.

Eirik stared in awe as the man before him explored his new horse cock. Daniel's black eyes were transfixed on the medial ring as his fingers continued to explore and play with his horse sheathe. As the fog in his head lifted, he could remember the moment when he too first gripped his own horse cock. Darys had bent him over for the second time, and the paladin was forced to watch as his shaft twisted and fattened before his very eyes.

“A gift... for the Institution." Darys had whispered in his ear. Now that the smoke had dissipated, he could fully appreciate what the demon had been planning. Darys had sent him back to the Institution on purpose, horse cock and all. Darys didn't want to bring Eirik down with him… He wanted so much more than that. Even if the smoke had clouded his judgement… He should have been able to put all the pieces together beforehand. But he hadn't...

Or at least… He had not wanted to.

The only thing that Eirik was sure of now was his want for the man in front of him. The muscled paladin reached forward and grabbed the boy's wrist. Eirik yanked the man's claws out of Danile's sheathe. The changing male gasped at the sudden act, his fingers suddenly smearing against his lips.

“Lick." Eirik commanded, the two of them staring at the musk-ridden fingers. Their nostrils both flared in unison as Daniel reached forward. As the horse tried to wrap his mouth around the delightful scent, Eirik suddenly gripped the man away. The corrupted squire strained his neck in desperation, fat nostrils widening as he sniffed at the maleness on his fingers. Black eyes stared at Eirik pleadingly, but the paladin stayed firm.

“Lick, colt." Eirik ordered once more. The hand that held Daniel away could feel something pressing back against him… Not just muscle… But hair. The man's entire chest was growing harrier by the second. Daniel paid the changes no mind… His mind too focused on the command he'd been given.

He needed to lick.

A thick tongue curled out of Daniel's mouth and lapped at the air in front of him, trying desperately to reach his own hand. He strained harder… Longer… His entire being leaning into the stronger male. He wanted to suckle them… To taste that scent for himself. He needed it.

Daniel's face began to push outwards as he continued to worm against Eirik's grip. The squire was too consumed by his desires to notice as his face began to lengthen into a muzzle. His nostrils flared even more as they grew closer to the source of his desire. Mottled grey fur began to sprout from his face as his tongue finally curled around his claws. The hellbeast let out a soft nicker of delight as he savored the taste of his own sheathe… His own corruption.

“Good." Eirik smirked, his voice suddenly deep and rich in tone. The paladin blinked in surprise, as if suddenly becoming aware that he too was subject to change. The proud paladin smirked, his half muzzle pulling wide as he let out a deep chuckle.

Fine. Let the changes come.

The man grunted as he felt his face quickly push out into a full, flat muzzle. He tossed his lengthening hair as he felt his spine shudder. A mane? Good. He'd always enjoyed running his hand through a powerful steed's mane, anyways. A stallion was a beast of beauty. It commanded the presence of others… A creature fit for admiration. As the shudder reached the bottom of his spine he let a bellowing whinny of surprise. He glanced behind him as he raised his newfound tail into the air. A tail to match the horsecock his lover had helped nurture days ago. The paladin smirked as he watched his black furred ass slowly rise out of the water. His entire body was swelling in size as well… Maybe next time he greeted Darys he'd be larger than him again.

Good. He'd always been the more powerful paladin.

The thought suddenly spurred his growth further, his entire upper half stumbling about of the water as his muscles began to thicken. Power. Strength. A form to tower over anyone and everyone. For the first time he felt pride in the corruption roiling in his chest, his shoulders squaring as his pecs continued to expand. The mounds of muscle were quickly covered in black fur, his nipples fattening as he flexed his chest.

“Colt." Eirik boomed, pulling the hellbeast's attention back towards him. Daniel's lengthening ears swiveled towards his paladin, black eyes staring up at the transforming demon in front of him.

With a wet pop the hellbeast pulled his fingers out of his mouth. His cock twitched and shuddered in the air as his entire body stood at attention. “Yes sir?" He asked, his voice now smooth and gentle to Eirik's furred and elongating ears.

“We've forsaken the Institution, colt. You have broken yer vows and jumped headfirst into the never-ending sea of corruption. Your entire being is drowning in it… Yet yer thrivin' in it. How do you feel?" The corrupted paladin asked.

Daniel tossed his mane and stomped a hooved foot against the floor of the bath. He'd never felt better in his life. He was big. Thick. When he trailed his hands down his curved sides, the soft fur would tickle just so. It was… empowering. He'd become what he had set out to be. Not a paladin… But someone Eirik sought after. Someone who could hold the paladin and caress him whenever he wanted.

The younger hellbeast's thick thighs waded through the water as he brushed his equine shaft against Eirik's. The two nickered in unison as their hands came to a rest on each other's waists.

“I feel perfect." The colt whinnied softly at his stallion, their snouts bumping together before nuzzling in a warm embrace.

Eirik curled his hands around Daniel, his beastial fingers gripping the horse's plump ass as he smirked. He could feel his grip changing, his fingers slowly curling into blackened claws. “I can make you feel better than perfect."

Daniel yelped in surprise as he felt Eirik yank at his tail. The colt's body naturally arched into the demon's grip, his horse pucker pressing against those meaty fingers as he let out a needy snort. The lithe male needed to feel those digits inside of him. The breeding pool already reeked of man and demon alike… But they knew they could make it so much more.

The colt nickered with excitement as he pulled himself away from the paladin. He waded out of the water, letting his thick hips saunter for a moment as he put on a show for his hellbeast. Eirik slowly followed his squire into their room, glancing at the smooth black stone that crept across the ground like black tendrils. Soon this place would be their domain as well… The paladins must have noticed this corruption by now.

“Daniel. We must lea-" The demon stopped short as he turned his attention to the colt.

The hellbeast was on all fours, his tail lifted out of the way to reveal the full glory of his rear. Daniel's black pucker flexed and winked at Eirik, a look of intent in his eyes. The colt's hooves were splayed, the hard covering slowly enkindling with the smallest of flames.

“Not yet, Eirik." Daniel cooed. The hellbeast blinked, his eyelashes sending flecks of ember into the air. “I want to finish what we've started."

The paladin knew that it was dangerous to stay any longer. His ties with the organization had already been severed, and the last thing we wanted was for the lesser hellbeast in front of him to be bound here alone.

But the smell in the air… The fire that slowly rolled off his colt...

Eirik took a deep long whiff, his eyes fluttering open and closed as he reveled in the scent. If his colt desired to be bred… To desecrate their living quarters… Then he wasn't about to say no. After all, he was a paladin no longer.

Temptation no longer needed to hold him back.

“Your back." Eirik grunted, stepping up to the bent-over male. “Lean over more."

Daniel was forced to oblige, the curve of his back shoved into position by a sturdy hand. Eirik huffed in satisfaction as he knelt above the needy male. The head of the hellbeast's shaft found itself kissing Daniel's rear. His wide flare mashed against the black pucker as the two pressed against one another. Clawed fingers gripped tightly as they continued to shove and push, the lustrous tailhole slowly being stretched wider.

“Come on, boy. Let your master in." Eirik ordered, sending the smaller hellbeast's ass rippling as he swatted it.

The squire nickered in delight, his silken voice erupting into a moan of ecstasy as his ring widened. Eirik let out a beastly whinny in return as the tightness of Daniel's ring squeezed around his shaft. All that the paladin could focus on was the sensation of his length spreading the colt open… Feeling that needy ring squeeze around him desperately.

Both hands now cupped the waist in front of him. Over half the shaft had eased into the colt with a single thrust… But the two weren't satisfied with that. No… He wanted to breed the boy. Eirik's shaky hips pulled backwards sharply before quickly pushing back towards Daniel. They grunted in unison as the paladin shoved another inch into the hellbeast's ass. Daniel let out a long moan as the thrusts continued, one inch becoming two… three… four...

“Eirik!" The colt whinnied in ecstasy as he felt Eirik's hips press against his ass. Daniel's own cock clenched, his eyes closing as he felt the great length shudder. Cum splattered across the corrupting floor as the horsecock lurched. The seed stained the floor beneath it, the smooth rock spreading at an accelerated rate.

It wasn't just the ground around them that was changing. The two were still growing, their muscles flexing and bulging as they kept huffed in need. Eirik's pecs were now mounds of tight muscle, his chest flexing on its own as his cock lurched within Daniel. He was big... Getting bigger. Good. The demon stomped a hoof in delight at the notion, sending embers scattering. Now there was more of him to grip. To fuck. To kiss.

More for Darys to worship.

The curves of daniel's form were now lined with muscle. There was a hidden strength behind his thrusts… His thick thighs squeezing together as he felt his groin swell in size once more. Daniel felt his legs turn inwards, his lower half now lifted into the air by Eirik's grip on him. The rejected-paladin's fat equine balls smacked against the knotted muscle as his cock continued to throb. Daniel neighed in need. He could feel that throbbing shaft within him… His own cock slapping against his chest as he felt his seed finally spill. Rope after rope of corruption splattered forth, spilling out of the equine as he neighed even louder.

Daniel was given no time to come down from his orgasm, his cock still lurching as he felt Eirik yank at his tail. Just a few hours ago the man would have been blushing profusely at the thought of what was going on, but now… Now Daniel just wanted to know how good the hellfire inside of him would feel with Eirik's seed inside him.

The sound of heavy balls slapping together filled the air as they continued their fucking. The paladin had no time to go slow with the squire. He wanted to fill him… To rut him till he could do nothing more than whinny in heat. Their hips were a blur as they pressed against one another, the sound of their mating consuming their every thought.

They wanted to fuck. To cum. To corrupt. To turn this room into theirs… To show the entire realm how good they felt… How free they were.

Eirik couldn't hold out much longer. The colt was in heat, his entire being smelling of desire. The demon felt his balls lurch as the first surge of seed pulsed through his shaft. Daniel's eyes widened in surprise as he felt his insides enkindle. Raw corruption splattered within him, over and over again.

An all-encompassing fire spread within Daniel as he listened to the demon behind him join in his bellowing. The first spark of red light ignited from within their pitch black eyes, their new forms shuddering in bliss as they felt the corruption pump through their muscles.

Slowly, Eirik pulled his cock out from within the hellbeast he had bred. Cum clung to the mottled black cock, dripping to the stone floor in heavy splatters as the two collapsed. The corrupted shaft now dragged across the black stone… It's girth too heavy and flaccid to support itself in the air any longer. Eirik's chest rose and fell slowly as he snorted, bringing a hand down to rung along his new shaft. He was so big… So much… To give...

Finally, thought Daniel to himself, he'd finally pleased Eirik. He'd done something right. The hellbeast brought a hand up to his belly and rubbed at the warmth that emanated from within him.

The door suddenly burst open. An armed paladin burst through the door, sword raised. Eirik turned his glowing-red eyes up to the armed man and snickered. He was one of the younger ones… His resolve hadn't truly hardened yet. Eirik watched as the male took a hesitant step back, his bottom lip trembling in horror. The hellbeast's cock still pulsed out onto the floor, pump after pump of his corrupted seed staining the ground forever.

Daniel sat between them, his hands rubbing at the curve of his muscled stomach. He felt so full… So sated. Cum leaked from his tailhole, his eyes fluttering open and closed as he listened to the greater demon behind him laugh.

“Tell the others that I've finally retired." The demon chuckled, his corrupted form staring down at the intruder as he spoke. Eirik slowly stood, his figure now towering over the terrified guard. Seed dripped from the equine's shaft as it swung between his legs, his tail flicking off the stray corruption that clung to his rear.

The young paladin quickly tried to avert his eyes, but it was too late. He could still taste the hellfire in the air. He… He wanted to look back. To see if it really had been that big. A mental battle waded in his head as he tried to hold his resolve… His head already caving in and turning...

Only to find that the two hellbeasts were nowhere to be seen. In their place, scorched runes etched across the corrupted ground. They'd left... Back to their realm.

There would soon be a reunion in the land of demons… One which would turn the tide in the battle against purity.

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*:Cambionsicon: To be continued? :Cambionsicon: *

Well met, mortal. This is the first story I've written that isn't part of the 'making you a…' series. Do you know what this means? Different themes. Different conventions of transformation… Whole new worlds for us to learn about… Explore… And jack off to. Transformation shouldn't always be at the story's finale, nor should a character need to desire the shifts that befall them. There are countless possibilities out there, and a million personalities to mix and match. But for now, I leave you with two healthy and fully-fledged demons. Their hearts yearn for the other, and for their newfound future together. I can assure you without a doubt that whatever reunion is ahead of this strange family... is sure to be touching.

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