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Canadais’s head was spinning as he returned to consciousness. Ugh...either I way overdid the ale at the tavern, or...no, I way overdid the ale at the tavern. Oneila always did warn me...wait...what...is going on?

The fog was slowly lifting, though he was still dizzy and had a fair headache...but he was getting ever more certain that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be in a bed, at an inn in town, after he and his crew took down the chimera that had been set upon it by dark forces. It was very clear that wasn’t where he was...considering he was neither in bed, nor in building, nor in town. And also, chained and shackled in a standing spread-eagle position, unable to do more than barely shake his limbs.

Okay...maybe the ale overdid me, instead. If I was slipped something...I can already tell this isn’t gonna be good.

He lifted his head, taking in the desolate scene in front of him. The sky was dark, and the land was darker, the rocky ground a deep melange of reds, purples, and even black, against a stormy red sky with flashes of crimson lighting through the clouds. Barren, leafless trees dotted the landscape, and he could see the motion of beastly creatures well in the distance. The structure he was on now was not much different; his bindings were black metal all the way through, from the rings around his wrists to the chains to the frame holding him in place. It was now that he noticed he was utterly naked as well, all of his equipment and clothing stripped off of him and nowhere to be seen, nothing covering the rippling muscle of the long-haired, seven-foot warrior. There was nothing going his way here, which was exactly what the people who had done this to him were going for.

There’s no doubt about it...I’m in Brazagh’s lands.

Not that that was terribly surprising, if not terribly welcome. Brazagh, the dark lord, scourge of the land of Arnidia, was the mind behind most of the troubles he and his party had faced. Canadais had been given a sacred duty to defeat him and stop the spread of his corruption, which turned lands into the type he was currently viewing, the Darklands - terrain where only the corrupted could thrive, where the dark power sustained them and allowed them to flourish despite the desolation. Naturally, he was all too happy to turn his blade on such a foe, and he wasn’t the only one; the rest of his party had some axe to grind with the dark lord or his minions, or had lands perilously close to the current spread of the creeping corruption. It was a daunting task, even with many offering what aid they could, but incredibly, they were making progress - they had halted the spread temporarily, and were making progress towards finding the weakness of Brazagh so they could take him on personally. It was small wonder he or his generals might try something more than just sending monsters and minions to try to stop him...this, though, was quite new. And Canadais couldn’t say he liked it.

I’d like to say I’d endure whatever torture they would put me through, but they might have something much more unpleasant in store than that. I know Docris can trace whatever spell brought me here, but if he’s not fast enough, this could turn very bad very fast.

Suddenly he heard heavy footfalls from nearby, behind him where he couldn’t look back...and then a deep voice, growling and unpleasant, and all too familiar. “This is a much better look for you than I usually get, Canadais.”

Shit. The warrior steeled his jaw; others may have trembled, but like hell he was going to, no matter what. “Kreilig. So...you still live.”

“You thought I would perish that easily? I’m insulted...I’m at least as persistent as you are.” The creature stepped around in front of him, gracing Canadais’ eyes once again with his presence: a nine-foot draconian with a body as rugged or more than the warrior’s himself, a jet-black hide with spiky scales, massive wings, and ebony claws that Canadais knew could leave more than marks. The dragon was one of Brazagh’s generals, the one in charge of virtually all the beastman minions of the Darklands. And the most dangerous in his opinion, as he trained the corrupted beastmen well, such that they were one of the most persistent and powerful threats most faced that weren’t on the borders of the Darklands. Beastmen of the non-corrupted world simply couldn’t match up on their own, no more than humans could match up against any of the other terrors thrown at them...if there was one good thing Brazagh had accomplished, it was that humans and beastmen had finally set aside their differences and were pooling their skills and knowledge to try to save everything. Canadais’ party reflected this well, having him and the mystic Oneila as humans, a feline assassin, a lupine wizard, a lizardfolk druid, and a draconian mage warrior...a draconian that conveniently happened to be Kreilig’s brother, who rejected the corruptive temptation of Brazagh’s influence.

And that point was one Canadais knew would rankle the dragon in front of him. “Persistent you may be, but after the blows dealt you by Urgneon, I wouldn’t have had any surprise at all had you met your end.”

Kreilig glowered at him. “My bastard brother will not be the death of me, you can rest assured of that.”

“You wish for me to do the honors instead? I would be glad to, if you let me out of this.”

“Oh, you will be going nowhere, Canadais.”

“I expected as much. What are your plans, then, dragon? I can’t say I understand them well...I would figure if you were going to have me dead, I already would be, without all this set-up. And I can’t think of anything you could torture out of me that would do you any good. Even if I was the brains of my party, we aren’t the center of knowledge of our tools to fight the Darklands.”

“We have no need of information from you anyway. No...I have other intentions for you.” Kreilig drew a claw under Canadais’ chin, lifting his head up to his eyes. “I intend to show you the way of us...and acquire your participation in spreading our power over the world.”

“I would call you mad, but I think that’s unnecessary. You think I would ever aid your cursing of our land?”

“Such a short-sighted human...but you of the apostates all are. You do not see...this is no curse, but a gift. To be given such power, to be wanting for nothing, to have lives brought to new forms and new levels...we are gifted, and we deserve dominion over this world. And all that is asked of us is to accept the rule of Brazagh. My brother could not see what he was giving up, what he rejected...the power of these lands sustains me beyond anything your other world could offer me. I could never have dreamed of being so great without this...and I am certain I can turn you to the wonders of our world.”

This was something new...Canadais had never heard anyone speak with reverence about the Darklands before. Then again, those serving Brazagh rarely had anything to say to him that wasn’t a threat of death. Still, he was unswayed. “Your lands are but a twisted farce of life. Your power is a blight on all that is good and decent. If you think I would willingly give you one grain of sand more than what you have already taken, you’re a fool.”

Kreilig merely grinned demonically. “All men have their weaknesses...and I dare say I know yours.”

“I would hardly proclaim to be without weakness, but I doubt you could say anything to convince me to turn on all that I care about.”

“Say? Oh, certainly not...but what I can DO…” Kreilig reached down, and to Canadais’ surprise and mild alarm, began to grope the warrior’s genitals. “Is show you what you’re missing out on by refusing to ally with us. The pleasure that you fail to realize, if only you would give yourself to us.”

“Ngh...that’s your game, Kreilig? You think I would bow for pleasures of the flesh? I can find those quite easily without being a traitor.”

“I’m sure you claim you could. Perhaps you even get them...in fact, I know it well.” Kreilig let out a growl that sounded both lecherous and annoyed. “Because I could smell my bastard brother all over you the last time we clashed.”

Double shit. Now he had an idea what Kreilig had in mind for sure. He and Urgneon had hit it off VERY well...the dragon and he fit together quite well, and that proved to be true physically as well as mentally. It was hardly a secret that Canadais had a taste for larger, non-human males, and Urgneon was all too happy to oblige...clearly, Kreilig was of the same mind in that sphere, if none other. “And you think you can convince me to join you by molesting me?”

“As I said, I know your weaknesses. I know you desire, you CRAVE to feel the power of inhuman creatures within you. You need the fury and intensity, the raw animality and force...and I can provide something vastly superior to what you get from that pitiful fool. And I am not the only one. Perhaps...what you need is to know what you’re missing out on.”

Canadais was pretty sure he was going to find out whether he wanted to or not - unless Docris managed to get the party to him quickly, he wasn’t going to be going anywhere, completely at the mercy of Kreilig. And Kreilig was not one for mercy. Not one for gentleness either, if the rough treatment of his gonads was any indication - the clenching of his balls, jerky pulling of his cock, and general twisting and pressure was as rough and brutish as he would expect from the corrupted dragon. Unfortunately, it was doing the trick, getting him nice and hard...even for sensitive spots like that, he enjoyed it rough.

“Hrr, yes...just as a human bitch should be, nice and responsive. That weakling Urgneon could never truly CLAIM a bitch the way I can, he’s too soft...you’ll know exactly what a ride by a powerful dragon SHOULD be like. And I’ll bet he doesn’t possess what I possess to give that pleasure, either.”

That seemed an odd thing to say to Canadais - Urgneon and Kreilig were both dragons, he expected they would be equipped similarly. But looking down at the emerging shaft of the black-scaled behemoth in front of him, his eyes widened at the disparity. It’s size was impressive, but he had already expected that - Urgneon was huge himself, as were most dragons. Kreilig was a bit larger, but that was no doubt due in part to the corruption - he had once been the smaller of the brothers, but now stood several inches over Urgneon. But the appearance of it was very different...where Urgneon had smaller, rounded bumps along the surface of his shaft with a smoother, pointed head and a smooth knot, Kreilig had what looked like spikes along his surface which extended down along the surface of his knot, and a barbed head that appeared to be leaking some kind of fluid. It looked much more dangerous, like it was designed for pain rather than pleasure. “It fits a monster such as you,” he managed to get out, though the apprehension in his voice was impossible to miss.

“You will understand. I plan to make sure you know exactly what I can do with it...and how much you will love it.” There was a dangerous eagerness in Kreilig’s voice, making Canadais a bit nervous that he had some trick in his head that he wasn’t prepared for. Then again, Kreilig was not known as a strategist...he had a very blunt-force way of doing things, it seemed unlikely that this was a more sophisticated plot than it appeared. Still, he wanted to be prepared for anything, and as the dragon stepped out of his view, the feeling of fear was making itself known...not that he was willing to show it.

“Rrrr...you have a very desirable body...I can see why my bastard brother would pursue you. It is a body that would fit right into our world…” Powerful claws hands started to run over Canadais’s sides, then his chest and stomach, caressing the muscular frame...he could feel Kreilig pressing his own heavily muscled body up against his back, almost as a comparison. A human could hardly hope to match up to a dragon, of course, but that was part of the turn-on for Canadais...his arousal was certainly persisting, and even fueled by the touch of that menacingly powerful body, one which had warded so many of their attacks in the past…

Then again, despite his lesser body, it seemed the dragon had no problem appreciating it. Sharp claws scratched lightly against the ravines of his abs, then trailed up towards his pectorals, the sharpness running over his nipples and getting a sharp inhale from Canadais at the sudden stimulation. “Yes, very desirable...especially when you love that sense of being overpowered, of danger...that is what gives you the greatest thrill, isn’t it? Dragons rut hard, even the soft ones like my brother would hardly be gentle with you...but in this land, he would be dwarfed by nearly every creature out there. Imagine being chained up like this, taken round after round by beasts of all shapes and sizes, with nary a moment of rest...imagine their claws raking against you, their fangs burying themselves into your flesh as they pour their seed into you...and you able to take every bit of it, uninjured...that is a power you can be given here.”

It certainly fit with Canadais’s wilder fantasies, for sure. He’d not had time to explore anything along those lines, not with the troubles facing them today...Urgneon was indeed rough, but they’d not yet gone farther than a bit of light scratching, not when being at their peaks of health was of paramount importance. He didn’t know how Kreilig knew of helplessness being one of his greatest turn-ons...though, most likely he didn’t truly know, just had suspected it might be true. Even the knowledge of the danger he was in wasn’t stopping him from being almost painfully hard...and that leaking cock rubbing against him now as it trailed down towards his target wasn’t making it any easier.

“I guarantee you’ll never have felt anything like this before...the Darklands make us tougher, rougher, much more intense than anything in that soft world of light. You too would be tougher, but I don’t think you’ll need much more...I suspect you’ve already quite durable. And I’m quite eager to push that to its limits.” The barbed tip of the dragon’s cock wedged up against his asshole, he could already feel the sharpness of it, and the viscous fluid that leaked from it...it stung a bit, that was very novel and he felt a light throb from his own cock as the sensation triggered the desired reaction.

He wasn’t getting out of it, but Canadais wasn’t going to go meekly. “Actions speak louder than words, beast.”

“Heh...then I shall roar.” The burly arms clutched him tight, and with a single, brutal thrust, he buried nearly the entirety of his cock into the chained human. Canadais let out a yell, but it was far from tortured - no, it was a rush unlike any he could truly say he’d experienced. The barbs that plowed through his innards were indeed far harsher than he had ever felt, and their stinging fluid not only left a constant buzz through him but made him far more sensitive to the rubbing of those spiky bumps that followed behind. And the speed of it all threatened to overwhelm him quite rapidly, making him slightly see stars...he certainly hadn’t been prepared, it was impossible to be without knowing the feelings beforehand. Had Kreilig kept up at that point he might have blacked out from the intensity, but surprisingly he stilled for a moment, giving the human a chance to adjust.

“Hrrrrhr, I can almost feel your heart racing...no thrill has ever been so delicious, has it? Your chest heaving so heavily, you’ll want all that air you can get for this…” For a rough, vicious dragon, Kreilig certainly seemed concerned about his pleasure...that couldn’t help but stick out in Canadais’s mind, something to cling to to keep his wits about him. Just in time, it seemed, as that was all the more leeway he got. Kreilig jerked himself back out and slammed in harder, knot splatting against his hole so hard he thought the dragon might try to knot already, and then repeating with no less fury. Each drag out brought a return to the flaying of his innards by those sharp barbs, they felt even harsher coming out than going in, like his body was clinging to them and letting them dig in. And the large spiky nubs were hardly any less intense, they may not have had quite the sharpness on them but they had far more pressure, pushing against his walls forcefully...the sheer size of it stretching him taut made that much easier for them to do, and much more intense on him.

And by the heavens, he loved it.

It even exceeded his fantasies, the roughness he had envisioned on himself was dwarfed by Kreilig’s ravaging of him. That violent cock was far better than he could have imagined, hitting all the right spots and then battering them for all they were worth. The stinging had spread all through his passage, redoubling with every stroke of those barbs, and making the rest of that cock feel like it was plowing through flesh stripped bare of all resistance. Each thrust forced an expulsion of precum from his own balls, shooting hard into the air and splattering in front of him on the dais. Through clenched teeth, grunts and moans of obvious pleasure were coming from his throat, forced out adeptly by that powerful cock.

“That’s right...sing out your want, your need...you start to SEE, now…” Kreilig didn’t relent, feeding his words into his pleasure-flooded brain like he was trying to drive a stake into it. “What this world can offer you...just one example of the wonderful gifts we’ve been given. That thing the soft world derisively calls CORRUPTION...is far more a BLESSING from a god!”

He emphasized this with an amplified thrust, once again threatening to break the human open with his knot, before continuing at a suddenly hastened and more forceful pace. A gear Canadais hadn’t known he even had, and maybe there was more...the sheer magnitude of Kreilig’s power had never before been so clear to him. And he knew the ferocity and toughness of the other corrupted beasts, did they have power on this level? Did they have the same corrupted dicks, twisted into something harsh and assaulting, that he found naught but glorious pleasure in? The thought of being chained like this, taken over and over like this, a seemingly endless rutting where he could only hang helplessly and be abused by dozens of lust-crazed creatures…

With a cry, his orgasm hit, his body demonstrating its complete embrace of the idea. He’d hardly gushed harder than this in his life, furious pulses shooting from his cock out onto the dais, even reaching the steps quite some ways away. He rocked in the chains, shoving back into Kreilig’s relentless thrusts, his body clenching down hard on the invading cock, letting those barbs dig in further and spear his walls, injecting their stinging poison into them and ramping up the sensations even further. It felt incredible, kept his orgasm going, forcing him to shoot more and more, his cock and balls a slave to the ecstasy that lanced through him over and over.

And Kreilig was snarling loudly behind him as he rammed in, overpowering the increased tightness in the human’s body with his immense strength, continuing to ravage him and sustain that glorious climax, slamming his knot harder than ever against his ass. And then, without warning, without waiting for a point where Canadais might have been more relaxed, he slammed in and didn’t let up, his knot putting such an immense pressure on his passage that there was no chance of holding up. With a furious squishing pop it thumped in, the spiky nubs jabbing in as his flesh closed tight around it, the stinging barbs shooting a couple inches deeper into yet untouched territory.

A loud roar heralded the first pump of thick, goopy, slightly burning dragon seed inside his body. Somehow thicker and heavier than Urgneon’s, it came in great gushes that pushed deeper into his body, filling all the space it could find. And as that pressure rose, more of it was pushed back around the dragon’s cock, slickly coating all the spots that had been so ravaged and leaving an intense burning sensation along his walls. So much filling him up, so much that a bit of it even managed to squeeze out around his knot, dripping onto the dais below him, inky-black and oily. Kreilig clutched him close as he emptied himself into Canadais, growling in almost a purring fashion, slightly louder for a moment with every new pulse of cum that invaded Canadais and built up the pressure even more. He was used to feeling slightly bloated after getting knotted by a dragon, but this was more so than ever...and the burn that accompanied it felt so good, almost relaxing. His own climax had finally tapered off, though there was still a dribble coming from his spent dick, which remained painfully hard...his balls were aching, too, overtaxed by the extended climax and persistent arousal which tried to get them active again.

Canadais wasn’t sure how long it was that Kreilig kept adding to the fill inside him, but it felt like a good while before the pressure ceased intensifying and merely persisted at its impressive level. He was panting hard, sweating, hanging a bit in the chains as his limbs fell a bit weak to the exertion...Kreilig was somewhat holding him up, he could feel the dragon’s chest heaving against his back, could swear he could feel that pounding heart on his spine. There was no question that the dragon had very much enjoyed that...and no question Canadais had, either.

“Think...you could have this, whenever you wished. You could be my second-in-command...the beastmen would be yours to command at my behest. You could lead them to many glorious victories, or order them to ravage you to your heart’s content, or both. Not a day would have to go by without you taking the glory of my cock within you. It could all be yours...every day you would have untold ecstasy, and all you need to do is serve me and Brazagh. Now do you see what you could gain? Power untold, the power to rule and the power to get what you want...it can all be yours.”

Canadais was quiet for a moment, only his heavy breaths coming out as he recovered from the furious ravaging. When he finally spoke, it was quiet, but still unmistakably stoic. “You...are a fool to think...I could be so easily persuaded…”

The warrior could feel the dragon clench around his body. “What.”

“You think...I would just give everything up for this? You...think that your cock is that powerful? Heh...you’re very full of yourself.”

“No. This can’t...you can’t deny what you felt! I saw your response...I heard your moaning...you came, hard. You know what you felt!”

“I do. And it would be a bald lie to say that the pleasure was indeed not considerable. You indeed have a great deal of power...but it’s not about power. All your power, all that you offer, means nothing to me if it means turning my back on the rest of the world. Perhaps you’re selfish enough to let yourself be swayed by such promises, but I have a greater cause.”

It was a bit dangerous to say such things while the target of the words had him at such a disadvantage...and indeed, after the increasing tension and seething, Kreilig yanked his knot out forcefully, getting a strained cry out of Canadais and a rather significant rush of thick black cum from him, though plenty of it remained sticking deep inside him. That one had actually hurt, thanks to the thickness of that knot, though nothing that he couldn’t handle. Indeed, he was handling this better than Kreilig was, as the black dragon stomped around to face him, eyes glittering with anger...but, also, to Canadais’s surprise, hurt. “You forsake this power, this pleasure...for what?! Worthless beings who don’t deserve anything? I’m better than they are! I could give it all to you, Canadais!”

The warrior looked him back in the eye, unflinching in the face of such anger. “You can’t give it all to me, Kreilig. You can’t give me what I truly want. Power and pleasure, they aren’t what I seek. And what I seek, you, it seems, can’t even comprehend.”

Shaking, Kreilig turned away. “You...you’ll regret this. You’ll wish you had take my offer when you could...when you end up with nothing, when you realize how little you have…” His voice trailed off as he stomped off, leaving the human still chained to the altar. Canadais watched his figure recede into the distance and then disappear…left with a very odd feeling that, despite having no weapon and being bound to the point of harmlessness, he had nonetheless emerged victorious. Well, almost...he was still unable to fight, leaking seed from his anus, and any creature from these cursed lands could come upon him and decide to have their own fun, or do something a lot more damaging than fucking him.

Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. Not long after he lost sight of Kreilig, a purple draconian raced up to the dais, looking almost wild with concern. “Canadais! Thank the gods, you’re unharmed!”

“Largely, Urgneon. It’s good to see you. The others?”

“Merely unable to keep up with a frantic draconian.” Docris’s smooth voice was also welcome as he appeared along with the others, though they stayed below while Urgneon busted the bindings. “I’m honestly surprised we found you like this...if they had the ability to take you so easily, I figured they would have killed you outright.”

“My thoughts as well, but it appears Kreilig had other thoughts on his mind.”

“That fucking bastard! I can’t believe he used you like that! Defiled you so...gragh!” The fury was definitely helping Urgneon break through the chains, taking down part of the frame itself in the process. “I swear, I’m going to hunt him down and make sure he’s actually dead this time!”

“Easy, my friend...I don’t think that will be necessary.” Now mostly free - the manacles were still on him but no longer held by anything - he rubbed Urgneon on the nose, trying to settle him down. “I think the wound of rejection I left on him will dwarf anything any of our blades could inflict on him.”

“...Rejection? Wait, he...what?”

“He desired me. Wanted me as much as you do, maybe more. He wanted me at his side, and tried to tempt me into it...not effectively, but he certainly was trying. And he didn’t take it well when I said no to him. I daresay he won’t want to risk coming face-to-face with me for some time, lest his own weakness show through.”

“Praise the saints if that be true,” said Oneila in relief. “And for your safety. Let’s get out of this dreadful place, and you back in what little clothing you have. We still have much to do.”

“Yes, that sounds like a very good idea.” With Urgneon’s help, still limping a bit from the dicking and knot extraction, he followed the rest of his party towards the portal back to fertile lands. It was far from the most dignified situation he’d ever been in, but getting out alive was worth a bit of dignity...and if fortune was with them, the sting on Kreilig would leave him out of their hair for a good long time, so even more worth it.