Defiler of Worlds (NymphoWolf x Lord DreamCrusher)

[Sin-Claire]

Isolde Claremont looked out from the seat of their covered wagon with a small sigh. They had finally arrived to the place she would be calling home for the foreseeable future and the sight of it made her heart sink. It was a rectangular stone structure with a cylindrical tower attached at the side. While it may have been lovely in its prime, the stone walls now held innumerable cracks, there were broken windows, and the roof on the tower had begun to collapse in on itself.

Shifting in her seat, she clutched a full cloth bag to her chest, her pale gray eyes wandering over the structure and grounds. A small stable sat off to the side and they were just down the road from the rest of the town's shops and other homes.

Jameson, the servant that had been sent with her on her journey, pulled on the reins of the pair of harnessed draft horses until they slowed to a stop. His own eyes barely looked at the structure and he offered no argument, which would have been hard to do anyways since he lacked a tongue. It had been cut out by the Church of Eternal Goddesses in his youth for blasphemy but it had only added to his value as a servant. He was a strong man with a gentle manner and Isolde had been glad that he had been the one to accompany her.

She had been sent by the central library of Aramoor, one of the largest libraries in the world to tend to their latest acquisition: a small library in the nearly forgotten town of Yarrin. She was to restore and catalogue the books before sending any of value back to Aramoor.

The sun was beginning to set and she gave a resigned sigh. Jameson jumped down from the wagon and then as she neared the edge he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her to set her down as if she were a child. Earlier in the trip she had scolded his action but once it became clear that she couldn't exit on her own in a dignified manner she had apologized and asked that he continue. Still, the feeling of his hands around her waist made her blush and she looked down to brush off her dark blue travel cloak and the white dress she wore beneath, not wanting him to notice.

While normally it would have been highly improper for her to travel alone with a man, the fact that he acted as servant and bodyguard changed the matter. Not to mention, she would probably not have made it had she tried to set on the trip alone. Taking the lead, Isolde moved to the front door while he trailed behind. It opened easily and the low light from the setting sun filtered in.

There were shelves lining the walls on each side of the room as well as bookshelves in the center, and they were all nearly filled with books. The sight of them brought her a modicum of comfort as her gaze traveled the room. It was covered in nearly 100 layers of dust it seemed and the room was drafty which wasn't a good sign. Against the opposite wall there was a wide hearth, cold and dark.

Turning to Jameson she said, "Please see to the horses and bring in our things and I will start a fire." He nodded lightly and walked out, leaving her feeling a slight unease at being alone. Stepping back outside she gathered some sticks and felled limbs from nearby trees before walking back in. Starting the fire took a long moment, even using the flint and steel from her bag. Once it was formed she tended to it gently, building it up until it became self sufficient. Pulling forth some candles, Isolde set them on a nearby desk to fight against the encroaching darkness just as Jameson returned, their things in tow.

He was quick to move to the hearth, warming the food rations they had by the fire as she began to explore. Her fingers traced gently over the spines of the forgotten dusty books and she hoped that she would be able to save them. Walking forward her hand suddenly passed over a radiating warmth. Pausing, Isolde stepped back and peered at the shelf in the low light. Her hand reached out and her eyes widened as she touched a certain tome and it was indeed warm. Peculiar.

Curiosity kept her fear at bay and she pulled the thick book free, carrying it over to the lit desk so she could have a better look. Blowing off the covering dust she was surprised by how good of shape it was in. The hard cover was wrapped in soft black leather and the binding was remarkable, a style she'd never seen before. Opening it, she gasped to see the contents. Beautiful golden script, the ink so bright it seemed to still be wet sat on pristine paper. She never seen anything like it. It was if it had fallen from another era. Magic, her mind whispered.

Magic in the world was incredibly rare, only gifted to those championed by the gods. But it was said that magic had once been more abundant and so had the gods. Her pale lithe fingers touched the page lightly and she tried to decipher the language. It was written in familiar script and letters but the words didn't make any sense. Still her eyes were drawn to one of the words that was emboldened and she whispered it softly, "Khotar."

Jameson approached silently and she nearly jumped out of her skin as he held out the warmed jerky and bread. Fighting back a curse she took the offered food gratefully. He peered over her shoulder, eyes moving to the beautiful script and she shifted so he could see. She didn't think that Jameson could read but the book was beautiful nonetheless. A true treasure.

Taking off her cloak she set it on the ground close to the hearth and then sat down so that she could eat. Jameson looked at the book a little longer before picking it up and seating himself near the wide fire as well about five feet away. She felt an odd flicker of protectiveness but his large hands were being gentle as he looked at the pages. Once she'd finished eating he rose and walked over to place it in her lap before returning to his spot and watching her.

Realizing what he wanted she smiled sadly. Jameson enjoyed listening to her read aloud. "It's not in our language," she told him with a sad smile. Still he watched her expectantly and she sighed. "Very well. I will read what I can if that will appease you," she relented, reopening the book. Beginning to read in a soft and gentle tone, Isolde felt the subtle warmth of the book began to grow. The words echoed around them and it felt as if something she couldn't deny was urging her to continue. And so she did, losing track of time around them. Nothing mattered but the words.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Hundreds of years ago, a time now nearly lost and forgotten entirely, gods and goddesses indeed were numerous and interacted regularly with the people of the world. Magic flowed from their chosen, ones they named champions, and life was considered pure and perfect. Of course there can be no light without darkness though and the rise of dieties with desires to disrupt and destroy slowly crept into the world. Things came to a head as Khotar, the Dark God of Defilement, survived the initial wars of good and evil and managed to grow his following enough to challenge the remaining goddesses but for all his efforts he was defeated. Khotar's power was insidious however and the goddesses found that they could not destroy him so they did the next best thing, they tried to make the world forget his name. His followers were slaughtered, his worship outlawed, and all mention of him was gathered and eradicated for fear that he one day might be awakened. They were thorough and yet...one link survived, one dark tome that Isolde now peered down upon and felt the warmth luring her in.

At first it was strange yet informative, the pieces she could read aloud told of a time long past but it was clear that there was something important within these pages that pushed her onward. "...in his glory...all will know peace...we kneel before him...we worship him..." The more she flipped through the immaculate pages the more she would seem to understand as the magic of the book delivered to her mind and understanding of the script it contained. When this happened and she could decipher things plainly she would watch as the pages themselves began to seep with black as if ink had spilt upon the center and absorbed outward until the golden lettering stood out even further against the dark background. "Khotar, the god of virility and passion. Within these pages is written his divine glory, let he never be forgotten as we devote our lives to his will."

Despite the unsettling nature of the magic itself the things that she read at first seemed positive and welcome but it was all a ploy to continue her reading, the tome had been designed to spread his corruption and allow him to entrap the one reading but the process took time in the best of cases and in this instance he slumbered and needed to be roused awake. Jameson was less enthralled and grew concerned as Isolde's tone turned less from struggling to read and more towards monotone as if something was indeed wrong. He stood up at once to try and pull her away from the book but as soon as he touched her shoulder a burst of darkness exploded from the pages and surrounded them both, the swirling energy coated the interior of the library and settled into place upon the walls.

The darkness was so unnatural that it seemed almost to devour the light of the fireplace and candles, their flames continuing to burn and flicker yet they illuminated nearly nothing beyond them. Tendrils extended from the darkness and wrapped around the man's body and pulled him away before lashing him down into his chair once more. Even with his strength he could not escape their hold and could only watch as his charge fell deeper and deeper into the foul magic at work.

The words kept changing as she followed the urges to flip pages and read. However at this point she would start to see the truth bubbling to the surface of that brilliant gold text. "He will rule over all, we are but willing slaves to all his desires. You belong to him as well. Khotar, the Dark Lord of Defilement. Khotar...Khotar...Khotar. Fall to your knees and open wide, beg for him to show you the pleasure of submission." It was difficult to know how long had passed as she remained glued to the tome in question but to Jameson it felt like hours as he grunted and squirmed in futile attempt to shake her free of whatever was happening. Then the golden text began to glow and Isolde would be left to her own devices, mind free to consider the implications of the situation as the hold upon her was released.

The pure darkness of the walls left no definition to be scene and even the floor simply appeared like there was nothing there. Only the clearly burning flames and furniture of the room could be seen as the darkness coating it writhed and dimmed the color but did not drain it completely. "Ugghhg! Uhhghhg!" Jameson tried so desperately to grab her attention as he remain bound in place and a powerful sense of foreboding rolled outward from the tome as heavy thuds echoed all around them like the steady footfalls of some massive creature approaching and a voice so utterly powerful and commanding filled their ears. "I am Khotar, the Dark God of Defilement, and all will kneel before me and serve. Submit to me and claim your place as my first disciple. For I bring the coming of a new age."

 

[Sin-Claire]

The meanings and translations of the foreign words were slowly beginning to make sense in her mind and the soothing positivity of the message encouraged her to continue. Isolde felt her heart begin to beat faster with excitement as the pages bled to black and the golden letters glowed. Magic! Real magic!

Unwavering and even trying to read faster, Isolde found the words becoming easier and easier to understand and a tendril of doubt began to grow. She was so immersed that she didn't even see Jameson approach but she could feel the explosion of power as the entire room was coated in a shadowed layer of darkness.

The words suddenly grew darker, the harsh meaning only became more clear in her mind's eye. No! She tried to wrestle herself from the book but her body remained uncompliant and her lips continued to work, her eyes traveling over the script without her consent. Willing slaves... Fall to your knees... Pleasure of submission...

Her horror only grew as her body bent to a will that wasn't her own and the only physical indication of her unwillingness was a single tear that fell to the book, although it had no affect. No, no, no! Suddenly the words ended and Isolde suddenly screamed the word, "No!" as her body was finally her own to command. Gasping, she pushed the book from her lap and pushed herself back away from it as it took on an eerily golden glow.

Jameson's sounds pulled her attention and her eyes widened in further horror as she caught sight of him lashed to the chair. Goddesses above. What had she done? The entire room was growing darker, illuminated only by the flickering of flames. She stood as if to make her way towards him but loud heavy footfalls began to reverberate and shake the floorboards, causing her to shrink back in fear, her back hitting an unseen wall. "I'm sorry," she whispered in Jameson's direction, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks, her shame at her own actions and current fear taking hold.

A booming voice, commanding and invasive descended upon the room, coming from all directions and she quaked beneath it. A dark god? There hadn't been dark gods in ages. Lifting a shaking hand she wiped away the tears that blurred her vision and glanced to poor Jameson again, lashed and bound in unnatural darkness. She did not want to submit to a dark god especially one of defilement.

Swallowing a piece of her fear down, she looked around them but saw no one. Pushing off of the wall she lunged to Jameson's side trying desperately to grip the tendrils of darkness that held him. Her fingers passed through it like smoke and yet they still held him immobile. "Jameson," she whispered in frustration. Turning and facing the darkness she cried out, "Let him go!" And then she began to do the only thing she knew. She began to chant the words parents taught to their children to help them overcome nightmares.

Her legs shook and her voice wavered but she closed her eyes and called out, "Goddess of the Sun grant me light. Goddess of the Deep grant me wisdom. Goddess of Beasts grant me strength. Goddess of Shadows grant me protection." The words were meaningless. They held no power, no magic, and she held no direct tie to any goddess so there was no one other than Jameson to hear her plea. And yet she felt a choked sense of helplessness when there was no answer.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Laughter boomed through the room, loud and thundering as he took great amusement at her feeble attempt to save herself. Khotar knew so little about the state of the world at this time but he was certain that much time had passed since his defeat, the bitterness still rested upon his tongue but he had planned and hoped that something of the scattered and hidden knowledge that was set aside by his faithful would survive to see his return; and his hopes had been rewarded. "I know not of these...goddesses to which you call but they will not heed such prayers. Only the chosen may wield the powers of the gods, but you will understand soon enough."

All life would understand soon enough. The ones she called to in desperation, Light, Deep, Beasts, and Shadows, were ones he might need to contend with but for now he needed her, the woman who had mistakenly awakened him. Without a tether to the mortal plane all gods would be next to worthless if not fade away and die. He alone had discovered the means to detach himself from the cycle of worship enough to survive a lack of prayer but that didn't mean he didn't still need mortal worship to fuel him. His powers were weak and feeble compared to the height of his power and Isolde was perhaps his only chance to truly come back and enact his plans once more. If he failed to secure her and bend her to his will then it was likely that his tome would be destroyed, thankfully he could sense her weakness was only equaled by her pure and innocent beauty.

The warmth in the room seemed to be fading away as the temperature dropped suddenly. With each exhaling breath Jameson and Isolde would see the fog form briefly as the moisture crystallized. Then the writing of the book started to flow off of the pages and the beautifully golden text melded together into long strands that swirled in all directions as they traveled to the darkness that clung to the room and settled at the edges to provide clearly glowing outlines of everything. In better circumstances it would indeed be beautiful beyond measure though, at least from Jameson's perspective, the fear and panic that permeated his thoughts overshadowed any positives as the footsteps grew closer and closer, louder and louder, while the floorboards creaked and strained to the point that one might think they would snap to pieces. They held by some miracle of the magic that filled this run-down place until finally they would see him.

From the far wall appeared two brilliantly teal-blue orbs that opened in a fashion that was quite obviously the presence of eyes. Although truly the orbs did not glow like the golden lining of the room now did they were still somehow plainly visible. At first they appeared at roughly the height of the humans, or at least Isolde as she was standing, but then Khotar stood and his eyes rose steadily upward until they were peering down from high. A shadowy outline of his impressive figure then started to come into focus and the definition grew until he was standing in the center of the room and plainly visible. Standing at somewhere around seven or eight feet tall was a hulking and muscular stallion that stood upon two large hooves and had an elongated face and neck yet otherwise was so similar to a man. The richness of his brown fur did not hide the incredible musculature beneath which rippled with the steady rising and falling of his chest. Khotar's gaze was stern and vile, already imagining all the things he would do to the woman before him, and seeing him in the flesh only made his deep and dominant tone all the more terrifying to behold.

He flicked his gaze to the man bound by his tendrils but then affixed them back upon the woman before him. "He knows of fear and servitude and will make for an easy conversion. Of course he is fit for little but labor but even he will serve my will. You however will be my chosen, my champion, and the honor of spreading my glory will be yours. You cannot run, you cannot hide, you can only submit...one way or another." He could sense her mind to some extent and knew that she'd never accept him willingly but that hardly mattered for a god that included rape in his portfolio. Jameson was indeed a much weaker subject and he did not lie, the man would serve him like all would but first he would watch as this woman he felt bound to was destroyed and reborn before his eyes. Khotar stepped closer to Isolde, the name floated into his mind as he began to probe her unprotected head with his senses, and for all the warmth that had left the room they would feel it instead emanating from him now as if drawing moths to a flame. The pull was instant and notable to want to come close to him, to want to touch him, and at this point the smell of his natural musk would begin to strike their nostrils and fill them with a tang that ignited more than just their olfactory senses. With each breath of his scent their bodies would react further and fill with lust. Of course the majority of that lust was directed towards the god that they faced in this moment but ultimately it would function not unlike alcohol in the sense that it would lower their inhibitions and make them more and more susceptible towards any act that might bring them relief.

 

[Sin-Claire]

The mocking laughter that filled the room made her try step back in retreat, but she merely ran into the chair Jameson was bound to. The voice once again filled the room, surrounding her from all directions as she tried to gather her bearings and gain hold of the fear that steadily mounted. She didn't want to understand anymore. Isolde had thought that she wanted a taste of magic but this was too much and far too dark for her delicate nature. Shaking her head in silent defiance, her hands slid around her stomach and gripped her sides as if she was trying to hold herself together.

The air in the room began to change and somehow she instinctively knew he was coming. "I don't want to understand, please..." she spoke out in desperation to the open air. Her gaze was drawn to the book as the golden script began to lift from the pages and stretch and swirl around them before it reached out to cling to the walls, providing them with light once again. In her raw state, her eyes widened and she took in the beautiful change with parted lips, clinging to the moment of beauty as relief from the dark horror that suffused her. She turned in place, her breath fogging the space around her as she took it all in.

The footsteps, even louder and heavier this time, began to echo in the room and it shook the floorboards beneath her feet, rattling her bones to the core. When they came to stop, a glowing set of aqua eyes opened before her and she gasped, her fingers and nails digging into her sides painfully. And then they rose, shadows coelescing as if the being was standing to his proper height, and they kept rising far beyond what she thought possible until they towered above. The vague outline of shadows grew in sharper focus and her mouth went dry. A level of fear she didn't think possible rooted her feet to the floor and kept her frozen in place. He was massive, more horse than man in his features and the body she clung to began to tremble before him. Indeed he was beautiful as well in the way that strength and power have an alluring quality, and her eyes traced up from his fearsome hooves tracking along to the russet tone of his coat that spread over his wide muscled chest. Continuing the path, she then looked up once more to his face, shock and fear melding into a strange concoction that traveled the line of her body straight down to her womanhood.

The virile musky smell of him made her nostrils flare and it was only overshadowed by the dark, writhing hunger and power in his gaze. Can't run... Can't hide... Submit... His words echoed powerfully in the mind as if he had whispered them straight into her ear and she shivered in the cold. He took a step closer and she flinched in reaction wanting desperately to run but finding herself unable to move. Heat radiated from him though the air against her front, making the cold at her back bite that much harder into her skin.

Her head began to swim with the scent if him and she could feel a growing heat in her belly swirling to her womanhood and pulling a low whimper from her lips. It pressed out from the inside and she felt the telltale signs of arousal as her sex started to grow slick between her legs. "Goddesses above," she swore quietly in a horrified tone. The words she'd read in the book returned to her mind and her mouth parted in further horror as she they echoed within her. God of virility and passion... the pleasure of submission...

Isolde took a step forward, compulsively drawing closer to the heat he emanated, unable to quell her rising arousal which filled her with shame. Another shiver wracked her body and she took yet another step forward, head shaking in denial of the actions her betraying body was taking. A growing ache begin to build between her legs and she felt her tears finally recover enough to stream down her face in silent tracks. One hand left her side, sliding stiffly down until her palm lay over the heat that she now exuded from her center. Unable to resist, her fingers curled inwards against herself, pressing the fabric of her dress against her sex in a futile attempt at relief.

Taking another almost dragging and unwilling step, she now was close enough to touch the dark god and her pale gray eyes stared at the hard chest in front of her before flicking upwards. Looking up at him through pale wet lashes, she took in a shaky breath and let out one gentle, quivering word, "Please..." It ended in a near moan and it was hard to tell what she asked for whether it was mercy from him or relief for the ache. Her blood pounded in time with her racing heart making her center throb with desire.

Her mind railed at her actions and she wanted to scream with frustration at the betrayal her body exhibited. 'Run, hide, fight!' her mind screamed internally. Instead she took a final step until they were so close that she could no longer look up easily into his gaze and the fur from his coat whispered against her skin. Closing her eyes, she felt a shudder in her core as she breathed him in deep, soaking in the heat that waved over her skin. Dimly she could hear Jameson trying to pull her attention with wordless shouts and the shame she felt spread across her chest in a crimson flush, moving up to her pale cheeks.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

He saw the moment in which her body betrayed her mind as he had seen it thousands of times before. He expected this would be the outcome and was pleased to see that he was not wrong as she stepped closer and let her fingers trail to her groin, pressing the fabric against her sex as the desire mounted and she just couldn't handle it. Of course Jameson tried his best to shout and otherwise make noise to snap her out of it but he too began to feel the effects upon his body and mind as his cock sprang to life and the want, no need, to find satisfaction began to seep into him in equal measure.

Khotar's muscles quivered beneath Isolde's hand and face as she pressed herself against the mighty stallion and the warmth was so soothing and comforting that it was almost enough to help her forget the truth of things. Ultimately though she still had those thoughts inside her mind that screamed in fear for the events unfolding but how could a mortal ever expect to stand against a god? His hands came down and gripped her shoulders, palms large enough to make them disappear, but then his left hand slid to her face and cupped her chin as his impossible strength guided her to look up at him as he angled his head to look downward. "I will give you what you need. I will claim you, mind, body, and soul and you will know the satisfaction of my cock as it stretches your every hole."

With that said his right hand gripped the collar of her dress and tore it from her body in one fell swoop, the fabric shredding into pieces as if it were nothing at all and leaving her exposed before him. This was followed by the disappearance of the loincloth that covered him and she'd feel first, then see, the huge throbbing manhood that pressed against her naked flesh. The thick, black cock was mottled with splotches of pink and the veins that engorged the flesh were bulging and prominent. Beneath this hung his equally perfect balls which were heavy and full, promising more seed from them than a human could even truly dream of. Khotar was such that he made women weak at the knees upon sight and any whom he fucked were assured to become pregnant if he desired for that to happen. A child of a god was a great gift and not one that he offered lightly, but his complete control over his virility ensured that he needn't hold back from his divulges for fear of any risks.

His hands again settled upon her shoulders but this time he pushed her downward as he desired her to kneel before him. The size difference between them would usually make this awkward and yet somehow she would end up perfectly at the height she needed to be in order to appreciate the magnificence of his throbbing erection. One hand shifted to her head a weaved through her hair as he pulled her face inward to rub against his shaft. His scent was strongest here at his groin and that musky aroma was truly overpowering as she was face to face with the source. "Worship me. Give pleasure to the god of defilement and prepare yourself for my cock. You will learn how best to satisfy me and even in pain you will find pleasure so long as it is in service to me. Nothing else matters more that to serve me."

 

[Sin-Claire]

The feel of massive hands engulfing her shoulders as if she were but a small child beneath him made her cling to the momentary comfort. She felt lost and helpless against him and her lips quivered as he used one hand to tilt her glistening eyes skyward to look at him. His words made her shudder, not in revulsion as her mind hoped but in anticipation for the gift of his cock.

Before she could blink his right hand tore the dress from her body, leaving a slight sting where it had pulled against her sensitive flesh before tearing. The open air brought goosebumps to her delicate milky skin and she felt something heavy and pulsing heat press against her abdomen pulling her gaze back down. As she looked down at her full breasts which felt even heavier than normal she saw his cock, huge and dappled like that of a horse pressing against her stomach. It seemed impossible for such a monstrous thing to fit inside her without tearing her apart and although her body was still chained to his will, her mind struggled anew.

Her breathing was heavier, causing her breasts to press against him with each heave, her pale pink nipples firm and hard. No, no, I can't, it won't fit! I've never had anything inside me before! The thoughts continued to whirl even as she sank obediently beneath his touch to her knees. Now the sight of his cock appeared even larger and she also saw the heavy full sack that hung beneath, promising to fill her to overflowing with his seed.

Strong fingers twisted into her hair, pulling her closer so that the head of him brushed against her lips and then her cheek. Clenching her eyes and mouth tightly shut she breathed in again and immediately relaxed. The heady scent filled her nostrils and sank directly to her brain before sending a gush of juices to her sex. Her storm cloud eyes reopened and it was almost as if she saw him in a new light. Her lips parted naturally and she turned her head and kissed the heavy shaft, darting her tongue out to taste him. This too, did nothing but increase her need and the voice in her head of warning and fear, while not gone, faded a little further into the background giving way to a new voice. Worship him. Give him pleasure and ease the ache.

This new voice pressed her on further and her hands came up to grasp tentatively around the base of him, delicate fingers wrapping around the velvet smoothness of his shaft. Although she lacked experience she followed her instinct and ran her tongue up to the thicker head, lapping at the seed that seeped from his tip. Pleasure exploded on her tongue at the taste, sending sparks to her nipples and pussy. Oh God! Moaning now she opened her mouth as wide as she could and engulfed the head of his cock in her warm mouth, sucking hard around him as she sought for more of his seed. Pleasure him and he will give you more.

Her hands began to move up and down the shaft together in an attempt to coax more of his seed further into her waiting mouth. She felt absolutely wanton but thoughts of shame had left in the wake of this new experience and she found it easier to ignore her frightened, crying mind. Desire bloomed in her eyes in wake of the fear and her thighs slid together as her slick juices poured forth. It felt good. And she wanted more.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

A throaty hum escaped his lips as she obeyed his will and parted her lips to lick at his shaft. The taste was like nothing else, his flesh thick and leathery and yet the hints of salt upon his skin never were so wonderful upon any other but him. Hands wrapped around his manhood, finger tips struggling to weave together with how thick it was, and she was naturally drawn to the precum that seeped from the tube at his tip. She wouldn't realize this now but Khotar favored using his cum as a means of delivering his corruptive magic and each drop that splashed upon her skin or entered her body would see her fall farther and farther under his sway. The results were instant as she moved to wrap her lips around him and stroked further towards the base but beyond just the simple desire that she felt for him she would also begin to just simply understand how better to please him.

Peering down at Isolde the dark god was pleased indeed but his face never showed anything beyond the cold and dominant stare that he typically wore. Her efforts were pleasing but he could hardly afford to be patient when his time was limited, he needed to corrupt her and he needed it to happen faster than it would if he simply let her explore him at her own pace. Without even looking up he knew that Jameson was stunned into complacency as the act of impure sex was happening before him, the desire of his scent meant that the already somewhat submissive male was waiting for his turn rather than fighting to escape. Khotar was content to leave him there for later as his focus remained solely upon the woman currently trying her best to gather yet more precum from his equine cock.

The hand that gripped her hair began to pull her down even further as Khotar forced her to accept his blunted tip even deeper into her mouth and within but a few moments he felt the tightness of the entrance to her throat greet him. He didn't care about her discomfort and thus he only continued his efforts as he felt the walls stretch around him and allow his cock to slide deeper and deeper. The dark god intended to bury his entire length to the hilt, not stopping until his balls rested upon her chin and throat and she knew all that he had to provide her. "Do you think your efforts enough to satisfy me? I am your god and you will give me your all. All that I command you will do without question and no matter what it will cost you you will gladly sacrifice anything in my name." Once her throat was properly bulging and straining to handle his divine shaft he would pull back enough to provide her with a moment to refill her lungs, yet that moment was fleeting as he used his grip to begin fucking her throat roughly. His body remained perfectly still yet he pushed and pulled her head like it was nothing, causing her nose to press against his groin over and over again while he well and truly defiled her mouth and throat. Still she would get what she desired as the trickling ooze of precum rolled down her throat and into her stomach and the corruption would tingle at her insides with a desire for more.

 

[Sin-Claire]

Isolde's pace was frantic but she was so inexperienced and he was so large that she was having a hard time. Suddenly his hand began to apply solid unyielding pressure, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat making her gag. Rather than pulling away at that moment he began to push even harder, forcing his thick horse meat down her throat, her eyes wide and glistening as he stretched her out painfully.

Her hands were pushed out of the way as he pressed her even deeper down his shaft. All her muscles contracted around his length and he didn't stop until her nose was pressed directly against his groin and his heavy balls pressed to her lower lip and chin.

His deep rumbling voice echoed to her core and she could only give a humming moan around his cock in answer, the pain of his invading cock taking a backseat to the pleasure his scent and precum were bringing her.

Air was quickly becoming a rare commodity and she gasped, coughing hard as he allowed her a moment of reprieve before pulling and plunging her head back onto his massive cock, truly fucking her face and throat. Garbled whimpers of pain mixed with moans of pleasure around his brutal thrusts and her hands came up to his hips to try and find something she could hold onto as her entire world became blurred with the tears in her eyes and the speed of his cock hammering into her throat.

Her stomach felt warm and that warmth radiated out, spreading along her limbs to chase away the surrounding cold. Her pussy ached and was throbbing in time with the racing pulse of her heartbeat and her hips twitched, searching for something, anything to fill the ache. One of her hands instinctively reached down to her seeping sex, her fingers sliding between her folds in desperation, nearly forgetting about her need for air and the pounding soreness of his cock using her throat. Although she had never touched herself before since it was a hedonistic, whorish act the instant her fingers passed over her clit she came, crying out around his cock and feeling a wave of dizziness from the pleasure and lack of air.

At this point the tiny voice of reason and resistance was nothing but a whisper as she basked in pleasure, unable to remember currently why she hadn't wanted this.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

As a god Khotar used far more than just his eyes to see, his nose to smell, and his ears to hear. Even positioned as they were he was keenly aware of her fingers delving into her dripping sex for the first time as well as the pleasure she was feeling from his unmatched potency as he fucked her throat hard. Each time her pulled her head down the bulge of his shaft traveled visibly along her neck in perhaps a more vulgar display than Isolde ever could have imagined but unfortunately for him she was but a mortal woman and her body simply couldn't survive his affections without allowing her pause to recover.

Khotar pushed her to the limits of her breath, pushing her to the point that her lungs burned and the color drained from her face before he pushed her off of his cock completely and allowed her the time she needed. His massive cock dripped with her saliva and of course the glistening precum that she desired so much was steadily falling and stretching downward towards the floor before gravity overwhelmed the viscosity and forced it to drop and splatter on the floorboards. Even that tiny bit was a loss that should shock her heart as his virility was a treasure to be savored rather than wasted but she was still learning and some sacrifices had to be made in the short term so that he could return fully and properly. Jameson's eyes trailed over his figure, tracing the chiseled lines of the god's muscles and feeling truly inadequate by comparison yet he did not despair in this knowledge but instead felt strange. The burning lust in his body had already given him impure thoughts about Isolde but now the passions within him were thinking about what it would feel like to such a potent man. He wasn't sure if he was turning gay, or just having his submissive tendencies amplified to the point that even the most simple acts of service were starting to turn him on somehow but in much the same manner as Isolde he was ensnared too deeply to consider anything but the situation playing out in front of him as he was helpless to do anything but watch.

"You are pitiful and weak." His booming voice directed to the woman currently gasping for air and struggling not to pass out. "You lack strength and conviction and skill. Yet you will learn, you will learn how to please me. All of me. Since you cannot hold your breath long enough to earn my seed then I'll have to take that pussy of yours instead. I know you are a virgin, I can smell the purity upon you. Rejoice that your first time will be with me, for none after will ever be able to satisfy you." For what mortal could ever compare to a god? After speaking these words he dragged her by the hair over to the table currently held his tome and he shoved the book aside to create room for her body to lay. Then, with his right hand, he grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the table while releasing his left hand from her luscious locks and pushing her down to lie on her back with legs spread.

Khotar was not wasting time and he was not about to perform anything nearing foreplay upon her, not in this instance where her corruption mattered so much to him, so he gripped her thighs as his tip found his mark unerringly and began to push and prod at the entrance of her lower lips. By all mortal means Khotar was endowed well enough that his cock shouldn't fit inside her and yet that hadn't stopped him from plowing her throat moments before just as it wouldn't stop him from claiming her now. It was only a matter of time before her body yielded and was overwhelmed by the skill and power of the god of lust. "I deserve more than you, I deserve the world. But you will do." She would have to.

 

[Sin-Claire]

Isolde could feel her vision going spotty when suddenly Khotar pulled her free from his cock. Her body reacted instantly causing her to fight between coughing and gulping down air for her burning lungs as she leaned forward on her hands and knees. His deep rumbling words tore at her, cutting through the veil of pleasure. Worthless. Do better. Worship him. The voice was sharp and reprimanding in her mind.

As he dragged her by the hair her quiet conscience grew louder. He will tear you apart, rip you in half. He'll kill you. You can't take that giant cock inside you. Whimpers begin to pour from her lips as her warring feelings and all the unknowns piled upon her. He lifted her with a single giant hand at the waist, tossing her onto the desk on her back. Wide gray eyes looked down the line of her body where he stood, his thick weeping cock looking gigantic between her legs. Fear made her stomach tremble and her mind freeze even as his cum in her belly kept her pulsing with need.

Shaking her head, her own juices poured out over the desk as his cock lined up with her entrance. "Wait! No! I-" her frozen panic finally released her but it was too late as his cock began to press menacingly against her cutting off her words. Not that it would've done any good if it had happened earlier. There was no warning or warmup and while it would've been near impossible for someone to press something so large inside her he was making it seem effortless. His superior strength mixed with the special concoction of his precum made the act possible although it did nothing to diminish her pain.

The head of his cock was building a pressure against her entrance and her head tossed back against the desk as pain built. His precum was spreading right over sex and it was making her eyes roll back even as she built to scream. Suddenly his cock plunged past her entrance and with the amount of force it tore right through the second barrier of her maidenhood.

Every one of her muscles strained as she underwent feelings and sensations too great to put words to. She heard a scream and when she realized it was her own, it died off, tears pouring down each side of her cheeks. An overwhelming fullness had taken over the lower half of her body and she looked down seeing her stomach bulging obscenely. Her eyes traveled up the bulge to the God that stood between her legs and heat spread out from her center nearly scalding her insides.

You don't deserve such honor. Unworthy. He deserves all. A groan fell from her lips at the fullness and her hands spread out to either side of the desk gripping them hard to hold herself in place as pleasure poured into her. The pleasure mingled with the pain into something higher and she felt her mind shifting as her head began to nod, her mortal body still trembling around him.

"Use all of me my Lord, my God," she spoke out, her gaze looking up to his powerful eyes, her voice quivering as her body was pressed to its limits, trying to handle him. She needed to be stronger so she could serve him, otherwise she was worth little more than a sacrifice.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Her conflicted scream did nothing to stop him of course, instead it only helped to satisfy the darker parts of himself as he enjoyed the hell that he was putting her through. Of course, soon enough she'd never understand anything other than being his obedient slave but Khotar often enjoyed letting his prey suffer and scream as he fucked them. Unfortunately that wasn't the case here with Isolde but soon enough he'd have whatever he wanted, he felt sure of it.

As his tip pushed past her outer lips and tore through her hymen with ease the bulge in her stomach followed, inching steadily upward into her stomach region as he filled her pussy with more cock than it was ever designed to handle. He could sense the pain within her grow immensely as he practically rearranged her guts with his cock but there was nothing to fear on her part here as he would ensure that she would not die beneath him here and now, though he had enjoyed such delights more than a few times in history.

"Suitable titles. Lord, God, Master. So long as the proper respect and reverence is there it matters little." His pride needed to ensure that they spoke always of him but a name and a title was a far more fleeting thing in the mind of a god, or at least in the mind of this god. Khotar was not his first designation but it was likely to be his last at this point. He remembered well of the tribes that named him such, for in their now nearly forgotten language it translated to 'Perfect Male'. They were easy to convert as their ways respected nature and all of the creatures within the world. With his form ever-changing they saw him as a manifestation of the earth and in a sense he liked that, the alpha to lead all alphas.

The god forced his shaft inward until the tip of his length pressed against the entrance of her womb. It was a barrier that was never meant to be crossed but Khotar was all about claiming what was sacred. For the moment however his grip remained firm upon her thighs as he withdrew himself until but a few inches remained, then he thrust back forward with enough force to cause his balls to swing forth and to likely push the air out of her lungs in a forced grunt. This was the pace that he set to begin with, only moderate in pace yet filled with power as he hammered into her again and again with his cockhead always striking her cervix like a hammer to an anvil. The precum that leaked from him only furthered her pleasure as the warmth of his corruption spread so slowly but the sensation of his manhood was simply unmatched as every moment on his part would send pleasure arcing through her body like sparks. All the while his eyes stared down into her own, never blinking and never faltering as his dominance rolled off his muscular figure and practically screamed at her to beg and plead for him.

 

[Sin-Claire]

Even his words had started to feed her desire and Isolde groaned as her stuffed pussy tried to clamp around him. He kept pressing into her until he reached a harder barrier she could feel inside herself. His giant hands held an iron grip on her thighs and that's when he pulled out, dragging his way back as her insides desperately tried to cling to him. She had her head raised up to watch the intense and strangely erotic sight of his cock leaving her stomach, the bulge of him traveling lower.

But then his cock drove back in hard and her head fell back hard against the desk as she cried. That single thrust had sent more pleasure than she ever known and soon he was plunging in and out of her stretched pussy with fierce blows. She could feel it bruising her insides and leaving her breathless but she never wanted it to end. "Please my Lord!" she screamed. "Use me as your vessel. Fill me with your seed!" Her hands left their hold on the desk, coming back to knead at her own full heavy breasts that bounced obscenely with each punishing thrust.

It felt like fire driving to every part of her and though she could not see it there were signs of corruption spreading on her form. Darkness was starting at the roots of her hair, spreading outward. Her pale gray pupils were becoming laced with golden filaments. Still, she writhed beneath him crying out for something she couldn't possibly understand everything beginning to burn.

Her voice of reason was completely gone and with each thrust she lost yet another part of herself. A piece of the humanity that made her Isolde. Her new conscience was taking over, whispering into her ear. You shall help him rise. Build his followers. Make him Lord of all. The voice was resolute, leaving no room for argument. Not that she would dream of it at this point. "Yes!" she screamed out loud, her hips attempting to buck into his ravaging cock. She had felt on the edge of an orgasm for quite some time but there was something that kept her from reaching it. You are becoming closer. Ask your God for release. She swallowed hard, fingers tugging at her own nipples. "Please Lord!" she begged, her head dancing from side to side in her delirium. "Please let this servant cum on your magnificent cock!" she pleaded, her eyes dancing with a new manic light of obsession.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

The shift within her mind was easily perceptible to him and he was pleased that all was going well. At this point he felt confident that she had no chance of escape but that didn't mean he would take any unnecessary risks as he continued to drive into her over and over again as he worked to bring his physical body towards orgasm. He watched as the small signs of her corruption took hold, the darkness at the roots of her hair, her pupils starting to gain golden specks that reflected the glow of the room, and of course the way that her hands shifted to her full breasts and kneaded the flesh between her fingers in desire. When she tugged on her nipples and begged him for release however his nostrils flared in a heavy exhale and his voice boomed in response. "No. You may cum when my cock pierces your womb. When you learn that pleasure and pain are one."

There was a measure of symbolism there in regards to him penetrating the deepest part of her womanhood but it was also to be the moment that he himself would cum as well. Timing her orgasm with his own would only further her susceptibility to his power and efficiency was currently his priority. Technically his tome could not sustain his presence here forever and so he needed to bring her to heel fast before he retreated to recover what power he could. To that end he redoubled his efforts and, although he maintained the same violent force, he grew faster with his rhythm without so much as breaking a sweat. The lewd sounds of her wet hole squishing and sucking at his divine shaft filled the room even further and after a few long moments he could feel her womb beginning to weaken beneath his desire.

Naturally the human body would never allow anything to penetrate the cervix without pure and terrible force, causing irreparable damage if not death but Khotar was a god and didn't bow to the laws of mortal life. His dark magics slowly coaxed her body to change temporarily to allow his entry though in the future he could tweak her more or less at his leisure when this was all finished. Finally the hammering efforts bore fruit and his tip pressed against her womb hard while slowly sinking further and further until at last the resistance gave way entirely and his cockhead slipped through into the depths of her body that no man was ever meant to go. He could feel the tight ring gripping around the end of his length and his crown extended outward before sliding forward and flaring out to signal his approaching release. At last, in a moment of glory, his cock flexed in a rippling fashion and his balls clenched tightly against her ass as the first potent jet of hot semen poured into her and filled her womb almost immediately.

The following spurts of his corrupted seed were so powerful and so potent that her canal would feel the pressure travel downward and his excess cum bubble and spray out around the invading shaft. Those huge, wonderful balls seemed as if they had limitless cum to give her as the splattering of their contents rang out and pooled upon the floorboards below. These were the moments that his earlier words would allow her to cum herself, and these were the moments when the full potency of his corruption would flow into her and seek to overpower everything she ever was before this meeting. Isolde she would remain but her very existence was now meant to belong to him and there was no way to ever wash the stain off of her soul.

 

[Sin-Claire]

His words made her shudder with their weight, feeling like the command printed itself on her very soul. Isolde groaned as it held back her orgasm in a nearly painful denial. The monster sized cock inside her that was hammering against her insides like a battering ram suddenly picked up speed making her glance between them with a startled inhalation. The pain that she felt everytime the head of him rammed her cervix was about to be completely eclipsed by something she had never expected.

The solid wall she had previously though immoveable inside her suddenly broke like a dam beneath the force of his cock and she finally understood his words. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as her entire upper body arched up nearly off the desk, pain making her rigid as every muscle clenched to answer the flood of signals being scent to her brain. Pain. So much pain. I don't want this. That little quiet voice made one last appearance in the face of her divine torment.

Absorb it. Pain from Him is better than pleasure from any others. Accept the pain and you can accept the pleasure. Become stronger. Isolde took the new words to heart, seeking any out from the way her insides felt broken. Screaming out and finally vocalizing her pain, Isolde could feel the channel of heat flooding through her body to each nerve ending.

This was when his cum began to fill her, emptying copious amounts directly into her womb and her scream choked off as her orgasm smashed into her, as if her body had merely been sitting on a knife's edge, waiting for this moment. Pleasure slid over her nerves as well but it did nothing to diminish the pain, merely complementing it.

Her vision flashed to white and her entire pussy convulsed around his cock, milking out every drop he could give with powerful squeezes she wouldn't have possessed on her own. Power poured through her and she couldn't help but gasp at the rushing sensation of strength and connection. Finally her body dropped back down to the desk's surface with a thud, her body gleaming beneath him with a sheen of sweat, her skin free from any blemishes it may have previously had.

Her chest rose and fell in heavy pants as she tried to acclimate to suddenly seeing the world in a whole new light. Literally and figuratively. Her vision was somehow sharper and the details of the God's body before her we're even more magnificent. As for how she felt about her Lord any fear for her own well being was completely gone. She only feared disappointing him. She loved him. With every fiber of her being. Idolized. Adored. Worshiped. He deserved it all and so she stared up at him with a new awe in her eyes.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

He felt the pleasure and pain that she experienced in a manner of speaking, he could sense the depths of sensation coursing through her as he speared her upon his cock and unleashed the power of his flooding cum. When all was said and done, when his shaft finally stopped pumping thick globs of sticky white into her pussy, he knew that she was not only satisfied beyond measure but fully and truly corrupted. Khotar began to pull himself out of her body at this point and the flared head of his manhood dragged and tugged against her insides even wider than it had before his orgasm, eliciting yet more tingles of pleasure from her.

After but a few moments of this stimulation his cock would pop free with a lewd, wet sound and more of his spent cum would pour down onto the floor and drip off of his magnificent shaft as it mixed with her virginal blood. His influence was not quite yet over however and as he stood there, coated in their mixed juices, he spoke calmly. "Share with him my glory, bring him into the fold. His lust awaits to be slaked and is your first of many whom I task you with converting." His seed was the source of his most potent corruption but he had other magics and means to infect mortals with. Now too would Isolde have access to a fraction of his power and he wanted her to learn how to use it. Then again, her cunt still leaked his spent cum and he could think of a few ways for her to utilize that instead if she desired. In many cases he'd tell her exactly what he desired but in this one he felt it better to make her learn for herself, the manner in which she obeyed him would tell him much about how effective he could expect her to be.

 

[Sin-Claire]

Jameson had been watching the whole situation with a growing need. His cock stood sharply at attention and was leaking profusely in his trousers. He had been straining at his bonds the entire time but it had mostly stopped being out of a need to protect and was now a need to fuck.

Isolde felt almost drugged with the effects of her Lord's pleasure inducing cum. He had pulled free and she could feel her insides knitting themselves back together almost instantly. His cum leaked out and she reached a hand down to keep it from being wasted. Every piece of him was precious. She scooped it up back into her with two fingers and then brought them to her mouth to lick clean with a moan.

Her focus quickly changed as he began to speak and she clung to his every word. Her eyes turned to Jameson, their golden glow taking in his movements. "Yes my Lord," she uttered obediently, sliding from the desk. As she approached, her body moved with a different grace, her hips rolling with each step.

Jameson's eyes widened as she neared and he strained against his bonds his eyes trying to convey his desire and worry all in one. No doubt she made quite the sight. Her eyes had streaks of gold threatening to overtake her entire pupil and black had begun to pervaded her hair from the roots stretching down about halfway before it began to lighten to her original color at the tips.

"There's a good boy," she crooned as she reached him, her hand sliding to glide over his cheek. "You are to receive the blessings of our Lord, God Khotar," she breathed out her eyes gleaming. The rush of power she felt was immense and though she didn't think Jameson worthy, so too had she not been worthy. This was how she could prove herself.

Jameson appeared doubtful but it was clear from the strain in his pants that he was beyond arguing. He had to have relief. Isolde slid her hand back down between her legs and his eyes followed as she slid inside herself and scooped out some of her Lord's coveted seed. She brought it back to her lips and placed it on her tongue, fighting the urge to swallow.

Leaning forward at the waist she allowed her heart shaped ass to wiggle on display for her God's benefit and she hoped he was pleased with her actions. Cupping Jameson's cheeks she pressed her lips to his and used her tongue to invade his mouth, forcing her God's cum into his mouth. He groaned and tried to press against her harder but she backed away.

It seemed to work and his eyes bulged as a form of power seemed to pervaded him. Isolde was driven by instinct now as she slid her fingers to one of his wrists, coaxing the black tendrils to retreat with a gentle touch. His single free hand stumbled for his belt as she knew it would and he freed his aching cock from the confines of his breeches.

Isolde reached down again to bring more of the cum to her lips, reveling in the taste. As she leaned forward her breasts dangled to brush against the head of his cock and this time when their lips met she felt a tongue seeking to invade her mouth. "Good," she praised as she broke away, taking a moment to look back at her God in all his glory. After just having his cock she didn't want to take away the echo of him by riding Jameson so she looked back down on him but made no move.

"Stroke your cock Jameson," she instructed just as his hand went to his cock. He groaned as if in pain as his hand wrapped around and began stroking himself fast and hard his eyes intent on her body. Leaning back over she fed him more cum from her lips, feeling some sort of expanding influence as the hold over Jameson grew, increasing her own desire.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Reading Khotar was impossible as he stood there and watched with such stillness but she didn't feel any worry either in regards to her actions. This was a chance for her to prove herself indeed and it would hardly do to guide her every motion when he needed her to be somewhat self-sufficient. That said if he was displeased with what she was doing he was not the type to hold his tongue.

As Isolde displayed her curvaceous body before Jameson and delivered that divine seed through her lips to his he felt the warm spreading even further, the lust being amplified as he body started to truly feel hot. Then she displayed the results of her newfound power by first loosening the tendrils of shadow and he just couldn't help himself from darting his hand to his crotch. In moments he had fished out his throbbing cock and was busy stroking it fast and hard, the foreskin rolling over his head and further amplifying his pleasure. Ultimately though he needed more of what she had to offer and, while he knew that her body was somehow off limits, he was far more concerned with continuing his corruption.

Then the haze of his mind cleared momentarily as he felt a strangeness in his mouth and his eyes bulged before he understood what was happening, his tongue was regenerating. Slowly, slightly, he felt the stump that he had been so used to all these years get a little longer but it wasn't enough and he knew he needed more. This was the power of this Khotar? To fix his body and return to him what had been taken away by a church that claimed compassion. Jameson allowed her eyes to drink in her beauty just a bit more before he tilted his head up and opened his mouth wide, submitting to her power over him and wordlessly begging for more of that thick cum.

"Do not mistake my potency for your own. Never forget that all you do is in my service, any power you wield is mine. Now finish your work in converting him and continue to grow my cult. Bind the world to me, though for now I must bide my time." An unseen wave of power flowed through the connection he held with her and instinctively she would understand that he would always be with her even when she could not see him. For now though he could not afford to maintain this physical shape much longer and so he turned, his tail swishing behind him as his measured steps revealed the black, puffy ring of his anus and his balls swayed between his thighs. His left hand touched the tome that still rested upon the table and in but a few moments his body drained in color once more, fading away until he was gone entirely. The darkness that covered the walls and floor followed soon after and it, as well as the ribbons of golden light, drew back inward upon the magical artifact to leave them alone in the run-down library once more with no signs of anything wrong. Of course Isolde was still showing the changes of her body plainly and Jameson still sat obediently in the chair, one hand stroking his cock as per her command, but the only true lingering sign that Khotar had ever been there was the large puddle of sticky white that rested at the foot of the table.

 

[Sin-Claire]

Isolde shuddered upon hearing his words, the tone and power like a stroke of ecstasy. "It will be done my Lord," she replied with reverence, gasping when she felt a wash of power flow into her. The connection he had established with her increased tenfold and she gasped at the sensation her eyes widening as it flooded her with knowledge.

Her Lord disappeared from sight but she still felt him with her so she did not weep. This was a joyous moment, knowing that she would never be without his presence and an honor she knew she did not deserve. Turning back to Jameson who strained against his bonds, she slid her fingers over the remaining inky tendrils that held him, fully releasing him from his bondage.

He fell from the chair onto his knees before her, still stroking his cock and she stepped closer raising her leg over his shoulder and placing it on the seat of the chair behind him. The power that stirred within her and her Lord's presence made her hungry. "Use your new gift Jameson," she commanded, pulling his head to her sex. "Take in our God's power and become stronger," she gasped as his new tongue swept over her.

Jameson ate her out like a man starved, his tongue swirling inside her and seeking every bit of the cum that was left inside her. Isolde shuddered at the new sensation, her fingers tangling into his hair to pull him against her harder. "Yesssss..." she hissed out, tossing her head back. Within seconds she came and a wave of power emanated from her, pressing into Jameson and triggering his own climax. She groaned, holding him in place until his tongue had cleaned her up thoroughly and she became too sensitive. Once he was released she saw a golden light in his eyes that soon faded but she knew the rite was complete.

"Good boy," she praised as Jameson panted to catch his breath, his own cum staining his clothes. "Now we shall go forth and do His work," she commanded and Jameson nodded intently. Stepping back, Isolde felt a hungry smile cross her lips. It was time to claim the world in the name of Khotar. They would start with this town, but soon, His name would be on everyone's devout lips.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Together they worked to subvert the town and bring it under Khotar's control. Isolde was the champion of the dark god and as such she channeled his magic through her but those such as Jameson were still valuable as muscle, among other things. Forgetting the task of cataloging the books instead they coveted the magical tome that had allowed Khotar to return from his long slumber and followed the new purpose to entrap those who were isolated and vulnerable within the struggling village. Isolde's dreams were always filled with the presence of her god, clear visions of his perfection that were lucid enough for her to worship him directly. During her waking hours though she'd feel an instinctive thrum within her that helped her understand when an action would please or displease him. One by one the commonfolk of this place were brought to heel at their master's feet, though of course none had seen him in the flesh they understood plainly his glory due to her diligent efforts.

The first meetings of the cult of Khotar were secretive affairs held quietly in basements at night and away from prying eyes but steadily these gatherings grew. A few times they were discovered of course but those fools never escaped, instead captured and defiled and brought to understand their place beneath their new god. Progress was slow but measured and Khotar made it known to Isolde that he wanted no mistakes. He would be patient in these times of his return as everything needed to be perfect. "My worship must grow but it must be kept hidden. These goddesses would destroy everything of mine and seal me away once more should they get the chance. Until enough of my strength can return they must not think me a threat. Then, when it is too late for them, my name will be made public and all those who follow me will stand in the open and march to conquer this world for my own."

Eventually the last of the town came under his sway and, at least here among themselves, such quiet reverence could be relaxed. The library itself was to be restored and made as a monument of his coming glory, complete with excavation of a dungeon beneath it, though that was a project that would be a long time coming with what little supply and manpower as was available to them. For now they managed with cotton and woolen robes of black and gold for their worship but one day it would be the finest silks. Yarrin belonged to Khotar but there was so much more yet to go. It was at the latest ceremony to him that he appeared to give further guidance to his flock.

Crowded in the town square the people all bore simple clothing of his colors. The designs of each were different and chosen by the wearer in whatever fashion they believed would best please their dark lord, many women chose cuts that would accentuate their figures by baring cleavage or exposing thighs while a lesser amount of men chose to show off their biceps or chiseled abs. Still, plenty of them wore basic and simple robes that covered their entire bodies cleanly and an even smaller number of effeminate males chose to dress like women as they hoped to be pleasing enough to one day earn the honor of serving Khotar directly. Their numbers were healthy enough for a town this size but nothing more than a drop in the bucket for Khotar's plans and as such the familiar darkness swirled into life behind Isolde as she led them in prayer and the ribbons of brilliant gold ribboned outward before coalescing into shape that grew more and more defined until his tall and muscular stallion form was there in the flesh once more.

After the initial shock wore off from the people who knew him but had never seen him they all fell to their knees and dipped their heads low, eyes not worthy to look at him without permission. It was then that he spoke deep and commanding. "Yarrin is my town, you all belong to me, yet I demand more than one backwater town. At this rate it will soon become impossible to keep my return a secret, though you will hide things as best you can until that moment comes. You all have a duty to spread my worship but also to provide for each other, for every soul should be mine and something as pitiful as death by starvation is simply unacceptable. I have learned and watched as much as I can and it is time to make a larger step. Infiltrate the village of Xavos for its stone and metals, Cherryton for it's fertile fields and fruits, and Oxhold for its traffic and trade. Bring them into the fold and teach them the pleasures of servitude." As he spoke the gentle breeze of the night spread his musky pheromones through the crowd, building their lusts as they listened to his will, and although it was near impossible to read his emotions Khotar was pleased indeed with the progress than had been made for now he could again take on a physical form in the mortal realm even if his time remained limited. The power granted to him by their worship helped him rebuild what he once had...and lost.

 

[Sin-Claire]

Isolde worked diligently, completely absorbed with building her Lord's power. She gave it her everything, working tirelessly in the waking world and in her dreams. The power of His presence and the power He had blessed her with made heads turn and listen wherever she walked. As they should, since He dwelt within her. As they continued to absorb more followers from the town she could feel the power increasing and each conquest became easier than the last.

Once every last woman, man and child was under His sway, Isolde directed them as her Lord desired, having them clean and rebuild the library to greater than it had been in its former glory. After all, it would need to be perfect for Him. It would eventually become a sacred monument, a symbol of His return and takeover.

For now, all the townspeople had gathered in the center square, wearing robes they had woven themselves. For Isolde, the best seamstress in town had used the finest black fabric available and it fit her exquisitely. Hanging from her neck, two strips of fabric came down over the front of her breasts and then it wrapped around her waist, falling to the ground with a wide split and leaving her entire back bare. Gold straps criss-crossed around to keep it affixed to her body and she wore simple gold bracelets and earrings.

She had gathered them all hear to witness their God in His full glory, eager to see Him here herself. She carried the heavy tome that she would protect her life with, moving to the front of the crowd where they had placed a pulpit. Opening it, her eyes reflected the beautiful gold that was the text and she raised her hands skywards, leading the people in prayer.

She could feel the energy building in their chants and felt the flood of power behind her as He reformed His physical body. "My Lord," she greeted reverently, her eyes glowing with awe and love as she turned, bowing before Him until her forehead touched the grass beneath their feet. He spoke and it sent a tremor through her, not only from His commanding tone but also as He set forth His plans for them. He would rule all. She was certain if it.

His scent swept over the crowd and she hummed in pleasure, breathing Him in deep and feeling her sex weep with desire. The energy of the crowd was intensely sexual and they looked to each other as if unsure what to do. Rising, Isolde kept her head bowed, "It will be done my Lord," she pledged before turning to the crowd. She could feel their restless sexual energy as Khotar's scent washed over them. She too felt the pull of it but retained her senses.

"Your Lord, the great and mighty Khotar, God of Defilement has spoken!" she called out in a loud voice that echoed over them. "Show Him your loyalty and feed Him power through a ritual of flesh. Enjoy the pleasure and pain of each other's bodies but do so for Him!" she called out, her voice ringing. They looked to their God, eyes reflecting the deep carnal lust that was overtaking. And although they began to writhe against each other, their eyes would undoubtedly stray to the large imposing virile figure of Khotar.

Pleased with their display, Isolde turned back to her Lord, inclining her head in His direction. "I hope the energy they pour forth pleases you my Lord," she spoke, her golden streaked eyes glancing up at His figure. "Is there anything more my Lord would require of me?" she asked, stepping forward as she tugged on a golden strap. It pulled free and the dress fell into a puddle at her feet. "I am yours to command."

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Khotar couldn't resist a rare grin, his lips just slightly curling at the right side of his mouth as Isolde gave permission to his flock to celebrate the pleasures that they so desperately wanted to indulge. Even as the villagers began to press together and begin with foreplay, hands groping and exploring while they licked and kissed all over each other, their eyes kept rising to his perfect form as nothing could truly arouse them quite like he could. Being at the center of this orgy was indeed pleasing to him and as Isolde turned and dropped her dress for him he figured she had earned a reward for her efforts so far in claiming Yarrin in his name. "Kneel before me. Kiss at my hooves and work your way upward, show me your devotion. Once you have kissed at every part of my form then I will allow you the honor of truly pleasuring my cock with your tits."

As always his voice boomed with power, tone deep and rumbling to the point that she could feel the vibrations within her. Of course Isolde was his champion and as such she was forever bound to him directly so whatever another would feel from him she would feel all the more potently. Although all he ever wore was a simple loincloth he had traded the near colorless cloth for one of smooth black with gold trim, the distinction was perhaps less meaningful when he could alter his form at will but he had chosen to make simple adjustments to represent the potency of his worship. The more followers he attained then the more grand would his visage become, or at least he would provide more ornamentation. Still, as she had seen before, he simply willed the garment away and it faded to reveal his heavy, black balls and his thick cock which already hung somewhat out of his sheath as the tip pointed to the floor. Those vibrant eyes watched her every movement and yet, in his potency, he was aware of everything happening within this town square all the same.

 

[Sin-Claire]

Isolde felt more pleasure from the slight grin that curved His lips than any words could bestow. The thought of being able to have His mighty cock pressing between the flesh of her tits made her knees feel weak. Without responding she quickly dropped to her knees before Him, planting her lips against the hard surface of His hooves, allowing her tongue to work over Him slightly with each kiss. "Thank you my Lord," she groaned sincerely before she ensured to give His other hoof the same treatment, her pussy dripping down her leg in excitement as she slowly rose higher, continuously alternating between His legs. His scent was surrounding her senses and licked her lips between kisses, absorbing everything she could of Him.

Soon, she had made it to His center and she pressed her face between His legs to kiss at the taint before moving to the giant balls that hung so beautifully, covering them with her kisses. Next she worked over His cock, her lips eagerly touching nearly every inch. Ever diligent she worked even quicker now going behind Him and working her way from the back of His hooves to His ass, kissing against the puckered hole gently before continuing up His back. Finally she circled to His front, her lips grazing over His abdomen and wide chest before she eagerly continued kissing up the throat and then along His jawline. She moaned audibly as she placed kisses along His lips and nose, her golden eyes watching His teal ones. When she'd finally finished she stepped back and then pulled her tits together, displaying them. They had seemed to become heavier since she had become corrupted and the round mounds should be able to wrap entirely around His thick length.

Isolde was panting in her excitement as she dropped to her knees in front of Him. "Is my Lord pleased?" she asked with a salacious grin. His influence had corrupted her to be entirely devoted and entirely wanton when it came it anything involving Him. She was practically going mad with thoughts of being able to please Him between her tits.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Khotar's body was no less impressive to the touch as it was to the eyes, his fur was soft and pleasing, his skin was tough and durable, and the weight of his muscle made him feel almost like steel beneath the surface. When she got to his ass she would notice it to be different in this form, specifically it matched that of a horse as the puffy black ring extended outward a bit from the crease of his ass rather than simply sinking inward like a human. Furthermore it proved to be sensitive as well and her small kisses and licks of his backdoor caused a few twitches of his cock and a quiet groan to emanate from his throat. He remained in place to allow her explorations of his body and when she rose high enough upon him Khotar would crouch to allow her to keep working her way up, giving her the chance to kiss his long neck as well as his head and eventually to savor the tingling pleasure of pressing her lips against his own. They weren't the best suited to kissing in this form perhaps but he was a god and he'd hardly allow his preferred shape to have any difficulties.

When she finished her oral exploration of his body he straightened himself back to his full height and watched as she gripped those large breasts of hers and squeezed with desire to use them upon his shaft. She was gifted in that department to begin with but of course he had needed to enhance her properly to handle his massive cock. "That was suitable. Dreams are a poor substitute for flesh and it was past time that you began to learn every part of me." She had learned well during this time that her master was a stern one and praise was a rarity. That did also mean that anything he said, or any expression he gave like that grin earlier, was amplified in merit to the point that if he told her he was happy she might actually keel over in surprise. He liked the added control this gave him and he knew how to walk the fine line that would keep his followers hungry to serve for just a taste of his praise.

Stepping forward his mighty cock pressed at her tits and sunk slowly between them, the warmth filling her flesh as her softness engulfed him completely. With his length however her chest just couldn't completely contain him by any means but this was also something of a blessing as well since it would allow her to utilize her mouth as well in such a position, if he allowed that in any case. "Get to work. You may use your mouth at first to help lubricate me, though I desire to bathe you in my cum in the end." His cock was just so perfect to her thanks to the corruption and he knew this well. Everything about him was perfect of course but through his corruptive powers he helped others to see the truth. Truthfully he wanted this encounter nearly as much as she did but he was not the type to show it outwardly. Eventually she'd understand him well enough to know this but there was no rush in his mind when he held her for a lifetime.

 

[Sin-Claire]

Khotar stepped towards her and her knees shook. He was so formidable and perfect that it brought an indescribable awe to her being just to look at Him. But to be able to please Him? That was something else entirely. The massively long and thick cock pressed into the valley of her breasts and she shuddered at the sensation of His thick cock meat sliding against her tits.

"Thank you my Lord," she gushed at His instruction, eager to get to taste Him again. The cockhead pushed past her breasts and up towards her mouth and she gladly sunk her lips over the end, moaning wantonly. He tasted so good. Like power and pleasure all wrapped into one. She kneaded her breasts on either side of His thick shaft, massaging the length of Him as He began to plunge between her pillowy orbs over and over.

Isolde pressed down hard with each stroke up of His cock, feeling delirious from the pleasure of tasting His leaking precum. She felt so overwhelmingly blessed to be able to serve as His champion and a vessel for His pleasure. Her own pleasure built and it seemed she might find her release merely by servicing Him and seeking His pleasure, which was as it should be.

The crowd behind her felt like it was building into a frenzy, no doubt egged on to greater lengths of depravity as they saw their God's cock spearing the breasts and mouth of their leader. Power surged from them as their sexual energy rose and she groaned around a mouthful of his cock, sucking the tip and feeling more of her own juice run down her thigh. Her eyes flickered up to His, inhaling His scent in deep as she pushed her mouth further down His rutting shaft.