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The Depravity of Dragons Part 2: The Pleasures of Peril For Katsuka and TeryxC By Draconicon

LET ME OUT!

Teryx screamed as he 'flailed' about, more to remind himself that he existed than for any other reason. The rain dragon couldn't touch anything, couldn't feel, see, hear, taste, or smell anything around him, and so the only way that he could remind himself that there was anything - anything at all - was to scream in his own head.

LET ME OUT! I'LL KILL YOU! LET ME OUT!

The emptiness, the lack of sensation, the utter deprivation of every part of his existence was a terrifying feeling. No part of him could be felt. No sense of space. No sense of anything but the occasional scream of his own thoughts, and even that was losing its shock value.

The prison around him held his mind firmer than any chains had ever held his body, and the fact that he couldn't feel the chains, couldn't see the prison, couldn't even hear himself as he screamed, only feel the thought, made it harder and harder to cling to the idea of a 'real' world outside of this nothingness.

It was maddening, and he would have lost his mind in short order if something else hadn't intruded.

Teryx felt the power of magic pressing against his mind, and like a dog desperate for attention, he turned his thoughts toward it, nuzzling it gently.

If it had pulled back, he would have 'bitten' down as hard as he could, securing his mind to the touch before it could pull back. However, it touched him, stroked him, and pulled him out on its own accord.

Something was there. Someone was rescuing him.

Teryx was more than happy to allow it. Sometimes, pride must bend to allow for survival. He should know that better than most.

The darkness faded, and he would have cried if the eyes he looked out of hadn't already been doing that. He immediately realized that he was not looking through his own eyes as he realized that the world lacked its usual blue hue, and a moment later, he felt something else.

Arousal.

Painful levels of arousal.

"Mmmph - mmmph mmmph?!"

"Nnngh...please...let me...finish the...process..."

It was not his voice, nor was it his mouth, but he could feel it moving up and down, the lips parting, the tongue darting around. Different teeth against his tongue, a feeling that he had never quite had before and now didn't know how to handle. It was...weird. Everything just felt subtly off, subtly wrong compared to when he was moving around and using his own body.

He was able to look down when his new...host? Shell? Whatever it was, when it looked down. He saw a body that was gray compared to his blue, one that had a slit down between its legs that had a heart-shaped mark burned right into the scales. It dripped like mad, and he could feel the need that was burning from between this dragon's legs.

As the host leaned further back, he could see a much-violated asshole, too, one that looked like it had been hard-used and then left without comfort. The rim was pulled apart, likely from some sort of larger than average cock, and there was cum oozing from it in floods.

The host dragon was softer and weaker than he had ever been, the body less solid, less firm than his own muscled one had been, and he could feel the lack of stamina. Not as strong a heart, lungs less used to working with always-moving air...

Oh, this was not going to go well for him.

Yet, at the same time, he was out of his prison. Considering the hell that that had been, he would take anything if it meant that he didn't have to go back to that.

Gradually, his host managed to stand up, and the sensation of cum running down his legs - something else he really, really wasn't used to - hit him hard. He bit his lips as he felt tendrils of will pulling at him, dragging him around inside of the shared head.

Who...who are you? What's going on? Teryx managed to think.

"I'm Hatsu, and I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean...I didn't want this."

I know your voice. Or something like it.

"Let me...mmph...let me get a mirror."

The dragon stumbled about in the chamber. It looked familiar too, though subtly different without the blues everywhere. Teryx groaned, finding the lack of familiarity, the lack of that comforting color, more annoying than he thought he would have.

Eventually, his host stumbled in front of a mirror, and Teryx stared.

You're the one that fucked me over!

"No, no, wait!" The host held his head, as if suffering from a massive headache. "I'm not him. I'm Hatsu. You...you were fighting Magatsu. My other half."

What, like a twin? A likely story.

"No, I mean...he's the other part...the dark side of my brain..."

...He controlled you?

"Yes. He...he kept me suppressed so he could run this place. I was...I was slowly getting stronger, getting close to holding him back, but he found a new body before I could hold him down properly."

My body.

"Yes."

So why did you rescue me if he ran off with my body?

"Because..."

The other dragon sighed, taking a deep breath. His chest, rose, fell, and Teryx felt it without actually making it happen. One more reminder that he was nothing but a passenger in someone else's body.

"I need your help. I can't...I can't focus enough to fight him. I have...I have enough magic. Magic that can help you. But I can't fight him. I need your help for that."

And what the hell am I supposed to do with this soft body?

"You know how to fight. I don't."

That's not going to be enough. I knew how to fight in my old body, and that didn't do anything.

"It will if we arm ourselves first. This dungeon has hundreds of artifacts scattered around. And I know where all of them are. All the best ones, at least. If we grab them, and then chase after him..."

It was a thought, he had to admit. He doubted that this Magatsu expected either of them to be in a fit state to chase after him, particularly after the drubbing that they'd both received. The fact that he was free of his prison had to be a thing that the other dragon hadn't expected, considering how much he'd been gloating at the time. If they could make their way to the surface, well-armed and well-provisioned...

Well, a sneak attack wasn't out of the question.

You know the way. Lead on.

"I can't."

...Why not? Teryx growled.

"Because...because I'm going to...faint..."

Oh, no. No, no, no, don't you dare!

Teryx felt the slipping of awareness in their shared head, and he lunged forward the way that he would have done for a falling companion. He reached out to stop the fall -

And their body, already slipping forward, suddenly stopped as he slammed their hand into the wall.

Instantly, Teryx was hit with the full power of all the sensations that Hatsu had been dealing with. Not just the exhaustion of having overcommitted to the magic that he was casting, but also all the pain and discomfort that came from having his hole abused so hard. Teryx's eyes were as wide as this body's eyes could go, and he hissed through clenched teeth that were so much DULLER than his own.

"Fuck..."

Even speaking felt weird, like a throat just a little too small for a voice like his.

"Fucking hell...what did you...what happened to you?"

Magatsu, the weaker voice whispered to him. When he took your body, he used it to rape me.

Rape. That was...

Not quite what this felt like. He could feel the urges that were beneath the pain, the humiliating surge of need as he thought about how open this body's hole felt. The paladin blushed hard as he realized that a part of this body was thinking about stuffing its tail up its hole, trying to plug that need and fill itself up again.

"You...enjoyed it?!"

It was such an incredulous idea that he couldn't believe that it was true, but the host already started blushing again.

"You enjoyed it?! How the hell do you enjoy getting fucked like that?"

I don't know! I didn't want to, but he just started...using me...and it felt so good...

Rolling his eyes, Teryx looked down between his legs again. With how horny this body was beneath that exhaustion, he should have been popping the boner to end all boners, but there was no sign of it.

"What are you, female?"

No, I just...it's not come out since he put that rune on me.

A heart-shaped rune, one that made no sense to the paladin. However, if it was keeping Hatsu's cock inside, then that was fine. It meant that there was one less distraction for him to deal with during their escape.

He hoped.

As Teryx pulled himself together, getting used to the smaller, softer, squishier body compared to his own well-trained warrior self, he already knew that this was going to be difficult. There was a delay compared to his own reactions, his own instincts. Sure, this body had a greater reservoir of magic compared to his own - though even that was less efficient - but it got tired quickly as he put it through a few warm-ups, from jogging in place to a few thrusting lunges.

And when it came to the combat maneuvers that he had trained himself with, from throwing himself through the air into a somersault and other things of that sort...

"Nnngh..."

He pulled himself up, rubbing the back of his thigh as it cramped up. He needed to remember that this body was not in nearly the shape that his own was in, and not only that, it was exhausted, tired out from being 'raped.'

The dragon refused to believe that it was a true rape. Not when there was this much pleasure attached to the idea.

Hatsu tried to complain against that, but the paladin refused to listen.

"Let's go. Where's the first artifact?"

About four rooms down. It will be guarded by a cube, though.

"Then tell it to leave us alone. You're the one in charge here."

No, that was Magatsu! He's not here anymore. I can tell you how to get around it, but you'll have to be the one to get the artifact.

"...Well, this just got fun."

The corridors outside of the boss chamber were still empty, thankfully, though there were sounds of monsters off in the distance. Teryx walked their shared body down the hallway, keeping a ready eye out for anything that might want to disrupt their plans, but there was nothing...yet.

The monsters had been thinned out by him and his party when they'd entered the dungeon, he knew that much. These places always seemed to spawn more in short order, though, so he didn't give them great odds in avoiding all of them.

Still, they were unmolested as they reached the chamber, and he poked their head around the corner.

The room had a guard, alright. A giant gelatinous cube, one that was jiggling softly as it seemed to rest. It surrounded a chest in the middle of the room, holding it right in the middle of its jiggling body. Here and there, tendrils pushed out of the cube, swaying in the air, obviously a trap of some sort to anyone that came here unprepared.

"You're sure that the treasure we need is in there?" he asked.

Positive. If you can get to the chest, then there's no need to fight the cube.

"The chest is in the cube, though."

You can reach inside if you coat your arms in oil. It's a deterrent to the cube.

"I've never heard of that."

It works. I promise.

Teryx shook his head, or rather, Hatsu's head. The idea of approaching a gelatinous cube with anything that wasn't sharp enough to cut it into pieces felt like a horrible idea, but if this was the way that the dungeon worked, then maybe he would be able to make it work. And besides, if it didn't...

Well, he'd be arm-deep in the damn thing, and he'd have to hope that Hatsu had a fireball spell to boil the thing off before it could suck him in any deeper.

The dragon stepped into the room, reaching down to Hatsu's robe. It had a pocket on the inside, one that had a vial of oil, according to the original mind. It was slippery to the touch, slick and wet, almost more like lube than any real oil.

He decided not to ask about that.

Slowly, he tiptoed up to the sleeping cube, and he applied the goo to his arm. It was slippery and wet, alright, the sort of thing that would have allowed an arm to go right up someone else's ass.

He tried not to think about that, too.

"Now, you're sure about this?" he muttered.

Completely sure.

"Alright..."

Teryx pushed his clawed fingers against the side of the cube, pushed them together to form a sort of point. He leaned forward, his arm sliding into the big green blob of half-solid slime -

Unless I'm mistaking the cubes...

"...There's more than one?"

Well, they're twins, you see, and one stays docile when you do this, and the other -

There was a sudden bubbling under his arm, and Teryx yelped as his limb was suddenly pulled forward, submerged deeper than ever in the big beast. His eyes went wide as it sealed tight, the green slime becoming so much thicker and harder around his arm.

Oh...it was the other one...

"What the hell is going on?!"

Well, um, you see, one of them goes docile, while the other one wants revenge.

"It's gonna eat us?!"

Um, no, not...not quite...

Teryx looked up, finding the tendrils waving over their heads, almost like they were looking down at him and Hatsu.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me..."

They struck, wrapping around him and yanking him forward. His cock - no, his slit, his damn SLIT! - was pressed tight against the gelatinous cube, made to grind against it and rub along the slippery surface. His other arm and his legs were pulled tight against the cube, too, bound around the wrists and elbows and ankles and knees. There was no escape as his tail was yanked up high -

"Oh, don't you dare! I'm not Hatsu!" he growled.

Yet, the tentacle that was rubbing against his ass was already grinding right against his pucker, nudging it, teasing it, forcing it to relax with some strange chemical in the slime. He could feel his hole slowly relaxing more and more, the cum inside dripping out, and the horrible sensation was actually making him -

"How the fuck are you getting turned on right now?!" he grumbled at his body.

It...feels good? Hatsu whimpered.

It didn't help that the body was already heated up. He'd been denying the arousal ever since he left the boss chamber, but it was building up more and more as the seconds passed by. The way that his ass was puckering, the way that his body was burning up, it just felt crazy good. Good enough to tempt the most virtuous of paladins, let alone him.

The dragon gritted his teeth, trying to clench down against the tentacle trying to push inside of him, but it did no good. Not only was the tentacle coated in the slipperiest slime that he had ever experienced, but it was oozing something that was making him relax wherever it touched. He could feel it making his muscles go limp in his ass, then around his rim -

"NNNGH!"

Only for the tendril to slam in, hard. His eyes bugged out, his mouth opened -

"MMMPH!"

And another tendril from the cube slammed down his throat, filling him to the brim. His body was responding in a way that he really didn't like, almost like he was squirting from his slit into the big monster, and he couldn't stop it no matter how hard he tried to clench and stop it. The monster kept pulling at him, kept dragging him forward, almost like it was trying to get him to get hard.

Well, um, the...the way to get it to calm down...would normally be to cum, but...

Then let your damn cock out!

I can't! Magatsu made me chaste before he left. He took the ability to get hard or let it out of my slit away.

Oh perfect. You mean that we're stuck here forever, then?

Well, no. It can calm down from pre-cum, it just...well, it needs more of it.

Oh, that's just peachy...

The dragon grunted as he was rocked forward, most of his lower half buried inside of the cube by this point. It left a tingle along his scales, like a low-level acid that was cleaning him off, something that was leaving the scales that much more slippery and clean and...sensitive. He could feel every little wave of movement through the cube, feel the way it was trying to get at his dick.

One tendril inside actually pushed INTO his slit, and his eyes just about bugged out of his head at the sudden feeling of being fucked not just under his tail, but between his legs.

In and out, in and out, in and out those thrusts went, each one fucking him and rocking him about in a different way. Teryx couldn't believe what was happening to him, but every time that the tentacle hit his prostate, or brushed his cock just the right way, or even thrust down his throat in the right angle -

"MMmph...nnngh!"

He screamed as he felt the need to cum rising higher and higher, his body shaking from head to toe as he was right on the edge. The hot heat that filled his asshole, the wet need that was dripping from his slit, it was all getting stronger and stronger, forcing him to thrust his hips, starting to buck back against the tentacles on either side.

His jaws were held wide apart, his breath coming through his nose more than anything else. He barely kept himself conscious, his body wracked with bliss, with pleasure, with need.

Back and forth, back and forth, popping into the cube and then back out he went. Every time, he felt the sucking along his legs, his torso, his lower body. He felt the pressure on his prostate, on his cock.

He swallowed a load of goo cum, for that matter. It was filling him from all sides, trying to get him to cum, trying to get him off, but he just couldn't cum!

All that the cube could get were the occasional squirts from his slit, the little bits of juices that were built up from prostate milking coming out. Not even cum, but just pre-cum, squirting out of him like a female would have done from enough stimulation from her mate.

He groaned as the cube seemed to eat it up, becoming more and more like a docile little pet until finally, the tentacles were removed. He slumped down, his legs up in the air as the cube continued to idly pump his rump.

"Mmmph...are we..." He turned his head, spitting out a glob of slime. "Are we done now?"

Um, yes...if you, uh, if you want to stop, that is. We can always enjoy this for a bit longer.

"Not happening."

He got up, reaching through the cube - with his non-chemically-treated arm - and grabbed the chest. As he flicked it open, he found, not an artifact, but a key.

"...What is this?"

Well, um, it's not so much that we're hunting artifacts. More that we're hunting keys to get into the vault with the artifacts.

"Ugh...how many more?"

Just two.

"And how many more cubes?"

Oh, no more of those.

"How many more traps, then?"

...At least four.

"God...damn...it."

They made their way through three other traps for the next room, and each time, he swore that his host was playing a game to get them fucked harder than they needed to be in order to move on.

A spear pit trap? Hatsu converted it into a tentacle pit, something that nearly got to fuck him up the ass with a far more spiteful, powerful set of tendrils than the gelatinous cube had done.

A hole-in-the-wall trap? Hatsu turned it to a glory-hole, and it had almost managed to get him fucked in the ass after nearly twenty minutes of rimming. His asshole still dripped from that.

A gas trap that would have knocked him out and left him completely helpless as the monsters started going through the dungeon again? Hatsu turned it into an aphrodisiac mist, and he was still dealing with the heat that filled his body from that.

On the plus side, they had gained both of the keys, and it meant that he was now able to start making his way to the vault.

Slowly.

Limpingly.

Grinding his shoulder against the wall as his ass dripped with spit and goo.

"Why did you build the dungeon like this?" he grunted.

I didn't! It was like this when we got here, and Magatsu was the one that filled it with all the perverted stuff.

"This stuff wasn't perverted until you started changing it!"

Well...it's hard to cast magic when you're in the way.

"Nnngh..."

It was hard enough to focus normally with the heat and need that Hatsu's body seemed to be filled with, but the gas was making it infinitely harder. Teryx swore that his ass was twitching like mad, that the inner walls were clenching on an invisible cock and trying to milk it. Due to the cube at the beginning, everything below the waist felt insanely sensitive, all the calluses and all the rough parts of the scales worn down and leaving nothing to protect it from the gentle caresses of the wind around him.

Teryx growled under his breath, swearing that he would find a way to rain down holy justice on the creators of this dungeon, if any of them were still alive.

As he limped along, he could feel the urge to cum building up, too. He wanted to sit down, wanted to slide a finger into his slit and rub it against his cock. Maybe it wouldn't be able to cum, but it would at least soothe some of the ache, right?

Or maybe he could find a monster and get fucked? Let something proper fuck him instead of the tentacles that he kept seeing. Maybe that would be fun...maybe that would give him the satisfaction that he needed...

He felt the image of a bunch of orcs gang-banging him popping up from Hatsu's mind, and Teryx slapped himself.

Hey! What was that for?

"For making this harder than it has to be."

I'm not trying to. It's just really, really hard to think of anything else besides getting fucked.

An image of a feral dragon popped into his head, and unlike the usual fearsome images of them ravaging the countryside or burning down castles, this one was shown to have a different urge to...ravage...

That cock was huge, and his ass puckered and clenched more than was seemly for it. Teryx shook his head rapidly, pushing it back out of his mind.

He needed to focus on the here and now. If he didn't, then they were doomed.

The door ahead. A great stone door with three holes, one for each key. He stumbled up to it, putting the keys in one after another. He heard the soft thunk of the first lock coming clear as he turned the first key, and he smiled as the second thump filled the air with the turning of the second key.

However, when he turned the third key -

WHOOMP!

A stone lock slammed down around his wrist, keeping his arm pinned inside of the door. He stared at it, then slumped forward, banging his forehead against the vault door.

"Are you kidding me right now?!"

Huh? What? What happened?

"The door just ate my arm. Tell it to give it back."

You - oh. You turned the keys in the wrong order, didn't you?

"There's an order?!"

Yeah, I was going to tell you, but I got...distracted.

"Stop thinking about dragon dick and tell me how to get out of this!"

Well, um...you can't, exactly. Not without paying the penalty fee.

"Oh great. And what's the fee? A lost limb?"

Um...you, uh, remember that monster gang-bang idea that you mentioned to me?

"..."

Sorry. I meant to be paying attention, I really did, but -

"Get in front. Now. I am not taking this."

I can't. I'm too weak. I'll faint as soon as I take control.

"So?!"

So, um, if I do...they'll just, uh, keep going. Make it a second round after I wake up...and a third...and a fourth...until we stay awake through it.

"...You're a real son of a bitch, you know that?"

Hatsu didn't answer, but he felt the slut's body suddenly heat up as the sound of footsteps filled the air.

He looked over his shoulder, his cheeks burning at the group approaching. Not orcs, but dragon-men, humans that had been warped into brutal dragon-like creatures. They didn't have much in the way of brains, but they did have more than enough muscle to do the job that they were made for.

Usually, that was pounding their enemies into a pulp, but today? Well, he only had to look down at their dicks to realize what was going to happen to him.

His tail went up slightly, and he realized that Hatsu still had some instinctive control over his body, that the weaker dragon was already trying to offer himself. Teryx growled, starting to push it down...

Then sighed, letting it rise.

I can't get free without them using me. Might as well endure it...

Nevertheless, he still shivered as the first of the big green brutes came up to him from behind, a hot cock that had to be thicker than his wrist rubbing between his ass cheeks. Hatsu was shivering inside, and Teryx could feel their cock throbbing inside of its slit, dripping through the swollen lips.

The head of the shaft pressed against his pucker, while another was shoved into his hand. A third slapped against his cheek, and their head was turned to face it, the musky, dripping tip pressed against his lips.

"You can't be - mmph!"

He was gagged and filled from both sides. His eyes went wide as his pucker took that fat dragon-man cock without even a hint of hesitation, revising his opinion of Hatsu as a slut. That, at least, was useful; he could take that without feeling like he was going to break the second that he was filled.

He was rocked forward, back, forward, back, and he felt Hatsu take control of the hand that was wrapped around a dick. The weaker part of their shared mind was pumping that cock hard, while he had to focus on taking one and sucking another.

Hot, slippery pre-cum filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow again and again to keep up with the flow. He groaned as he felt it sticking to his tongue, to the inside of his mouth.

And it didn't help that Hatsu was moaning like a whore in heat in the back of his head.

Only the willpower and training of a paladin kept him from doing the same, though. The spell on their slit and their asshole, the heat and the need that came with it, didn't make it easy to avoid thinking about sex, to avoid enjoying it. The way that their hole stretched to take that fat cock, the way that their prostate was hit again and again, the soft moans that the cocks milked out of them...

Teryx hated it, but it was so easy to start slipping towards that edge of oblivion, that dark abyss of nothing but sexual lust, and the dragon-men were pushing him hard.

Even when one came, flooding his ass, another stepped forward to take a turn, and he knew that he would be stuck there for a long, long, long time.

The orgy ended who knew how much later, and Teryx panted for breath, drooling cum as much as spit from his mouth. He slumped against the wall, coughing, gasping, and barely resisting shoving his own tail up his ass as the dragon-men left. He was gaping, he was swollen, his belly felt like he was stuffed so full with cum that he wouldn't need to eat for days...

But he was still standing.

The door let go of his arm, then slowly started to open. The paladin groaned under his breath, leaning against the door as he dragged himself to the opening.

There better not be anything else you 'forgot' to tell me, Teryx thought.

No more traps. Promise. I haven't forgotten any others.

You better not have...I can't handle anymore...

He rounded the corner, taking a look into this vault.

The End