[b][u][center]A Problem in Attraction For Anonymous By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Larin was a spellsword, and one of the better ones at that. The dragon was a monster hunter, a man that searched high and low for everything that would threaten the people of his personal plane of existence, and he used his own magical aura as bait to lure the deadlier things out of the shadows. Most people thought well of him, and many of them believed that he was a good protector. Not the best, for the gods and their angels did more than any mortal could, but very good, all the same. But even the best needed time to rest now and then. The red-scaled dragon made his way down from the heavens, flicking the blood of a demon from his sword and shaking his head. He glided over a forest, following the feeling of an aura of power in the distance. [i]Healing spring, healing spring...there we are, healing spring.[/i] He pulled his wings in tight, twisting his legs forward so he could land on his feet rather than on his stomach as he had done all too many times as a hatchling. The spellsword paused, taking a quick look around the clearing that housed the spring. Once he had determined there were no threats hiding in the trees around him, the dragon reached back, pulling his scabbard off his back and locking his blade inside it. He let it fall to the ground, followed by the chainmail that he wore over his chest, and the bits of leather armor that he wore under that followed it. “Demons are getting more and more aggressive,” he muttered under his breath. “Going to have to clean it all.” But at least the crimson blood left it looking intimidating. That was something. Stripping himself down to his loincloth, Larin wiped his feet off on the grass before making his way to the water. He could just make out some eel-like things slithering along the bottom of the spring, but he dismissed them. Most healing springs had little spirit tenders down there, things that would keep the holiness of them burning bright. There was nothing to be concerned about. Normally, he would have checked himself over for any corruption of demon magic or blood that had gotten through the armor. It was the standard way of ensuring that everything was fine, as corruption was such a virulent force that even the holiest of places could be warped if it was introduced unchecked. Today, however, he just stepped into the water. He had killed the demon he’d found with a few blows of the sword, and the blade had accepted most of the corruption. The rest resided in his cloak, soaked hard, and he was confident that there was nothing left. Unfortunately, there was. As Larin stepped into the spring, the lingering essences of the incubus that he had killed stirred from his cock to the water. Bits of pre that had risen through his shaft during the fight, corrupted by the demon’s presence, oozed out of his cock and into the water. The spirit tenders at the base of the pool, drawn by such power, rose to meet it. As soon as they made contact, they began to change. The corruption of demons was among the worst of all sorts known to man and beast, and the eel-like things began changing, darkening from white and blue to red and black. They slithered about, losing their gentle arms and feelers, taking on a more slug-like appearance with a slimy underside and a wiggling tail that propelled them through the water. As one changed, it spread the corruption to another, and another, gradually bringing a total corruption to every single one of the spirit tenders. Soon, there were none left that held the light of the pool. To all this, Larin was blind. His focus was entirely on the water and the healing power it possessed as he cupped it in his hands and brought it over his wounds. He poured it over his shoulder, along his arm, drizzling it over the slice across his chest. Everywhere it went, it soothed his discomfort and wiped away some measure of pain. He did not notice the change in the tenders of the pool until they came for him. The first one slithered beneath his balls, startling him. They normally didn’t come to the visitors to the spring at all, and when they did, they floated over the water to converse and chat. To touch him down there… Larin looked down, his eyes widening at the sight of the black tentacle-like thing the spirits had become. “Impossible…” But unfortunately for him, all too possible. The one that had nudged his balls suddenly turned back on itself, coiling around the base of his cock. It constricted itself tight enough to draw a gasp from him, forcing his cock to bulge with blood as it slowly started to rise. The others rushed him from behind, a dozen or more wrapping around his legs and pulling them out from under him, while others still slithered up his thighs towards his balls, his cock...his ass. “No!” His shout cut off as he fell, splashing through the water. He felt them wriggling about him, swarming him. Larin swung his arm out, attempting to cast a spell, but without the words, his magic fizzled. Kicking at the many different creatures, he tried to break the surface, but they pulled him down, holding him where he could not speak, could not scream, could not fight. More and more slithered and swam around his cock, wriggling about and stroking the tip of his shaft with their slimy bodies. They spread some sort of goo over his cock, making it more sensitive by the second, the scales along the side of the shaft going black with corruption. It spread in inky lines up his cock to the tip and down it to his balls, slowly dabbing out the crimson red. [i]Mmmph! Let me - nnnngh![/i] He barely kept from screaming as one of the creatures whipped about again, its head moving to his cock tip. It pressed against the slit at the tip, wiggled back and forth, then thinned itself down just enough to pass inside. His eyes went wider than ever as he stared at the inhuman creature, wriggling and slimming, lengthening out as it put more and more of its mass into its tail. All the while, it pushed itself deeper into his cock, making his shaft bulge, glowing with a strange red aura. It was not the only creature to invade him. Another pushed under his tail, as thin as a finger against his ass, but far more invasive. With its slimy body, there was no way that he could clench hard enough to keep it out. It slithered in, wiggling from side to side, so long that he felt it in his guts before it was done pushing its way through. More followed, each one carrying corruption and slime and a strange...need behind it. As the second one started sliding into his ass, Larin could feel his cock bulging, throbbing, swelling with need. He could see it growing, expanding, going from a mere eight inches to ten, to twelve, getting thicker and heavier and looking...looking wanting, like it needed to fuck something. He tried to put that thought out of his head, remind himself that he was a demon fighter, that he needed to get out of this, but there were so many… The one that had constricted his cock and balls let go, and so did the others. He squirmed for the surface, panting as he broke through. Larin ran for the far side of the pool, panting, his cock throbbing every step of the way and spewing some sort of black slime as he went. By the time he reached dry land, the water was already corrupted, swirling with black from the creatures and from his cock. It spread up and about, the spring going from a warm, clear pool to a steaming swirl of darkness, and merely looking at it made him feel like he was going to lose his mind to the spirals that spun through the depths. Before he could consider it further, the parasites in him struck. “GAH!” He fell to his knees, his cock throbbing, spewing with inky black seed, covering everything around him. Larin gasped, his fingers clenching into fists, but even as he tried to resist, he could feel the others in his ass swirling around, slithering against each other, bumping his prostate from every conceivable direction. He could hardly breathe from the constant attention he was getting, the excitement piling higher and higher until - “NNNGAH!” He screamed as he was forced to cum again, his cock stretching out further, pushing out until it was more than fifteen inches long, bigger than any man’s shaft needed to be. His balls swelled, pushing down, hanging low, forcing his legs to push apart to make room for it. As he panted for breath, trying in vain to push the growing thoughts of sex out of his head, he felt...something. Something new, something...different. He could feel the pool of corruption before him, sense the creatures slithering inside of it, and hear...hear a voice. [i]I will not be banished so easily, spellsword.[/i] The incubus. [i]Yes. You killed my body, but this? This is a greater corruption than I had hoped for. Thank you for the shrine, little dragon...now...be a good little minion for me and finish off your corruption. My creatures need a new home, after all.[/i] Larin fought against the influence, but two forced orgasms were enough to keep him on his knees, his mind fogging up as the parasites flooded him with lust. He slumped forward as a wave of the writhing things came out of the pool, slithering across the soil to get closer to him. Some leaned their heads up near his massive shaft, while others slithered about him, moving towards his ass. And as they struck, forcing their way inside of him, crawling into him and using his body for their home, as they wriggled into his ass and into his balls, there was one that made its way up along his arm. One that made its way to his shoulder. One that pressed itself against his ear...and then slowly pushed inside. He screamed, no longer in pain, no longer in fear, but in bliss. His eyes went dark, and when he finally stood, Larin the Spellsword was no more. In his place stood Larin the Blackguard, the unholy soldier of the incubus Venarl. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]