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Paladin Corruption
🕑 Added 2017-12-29 03:51:00 +0000 UTC Last month's bonus pic (because of vote tie) and only a whole month late >3>. Turned out pretty good though IMO. Story by AnotherMeekOne over on Furaffinity. GO CHECK HIM OUT.Kavel was paladin, a holy warrior, a strong man with a good heart; wielding a giant shield and spear, he ventured into the corrupt spire. His purpose was as obvious as he was couragous. The kingdom expected him, if only him, to be the one to triumphantly obliterate the spire and restore true peace to the continent.
Kavel never returned, after months of waiting, and he became another story for the taverns. His disappearance only added to the mystery of the spire. No one knew what transpired inside, but the unanimous decision was an unfortunate death.
If only he'd been so lucky. Kavel was very much alive, and if he remembered how to count, he still wouldn't be able to determine the amount of imp cum pumped in his ass--or the devious potion he drank, daily. One bottle, every day.
Something happened, he knew that much. His memories were always getting hazier, but he knew that he was captured, or defeated by sheer numbers, or trapped and taken advantage of, or something. He knew he wasn't meant to be here, and for trespassing in this place, he was getting punished for it.
It took dozens of monsters to hold him and his magic before, enough to get the potions in his system. Now he drank it willingly. The shackles around his wrists were mostly for show, because with every day, he was getting bigger.
Dumber. Hornier. More corrupt, judging by the reptilian spikes down his back or the demonic horns sprouting from his head, not to mention the markings etched in his fur. Kavel was becoming a demonic beast to ravage the kingdom he once protected. He was already taking monster fuckings with gusto, and drinking his medicine like a good boy.
But he wasn't nearly done yet. These things took time. His mind, however soaked with taint and losing willpower, was still active. There was a good heart in the imp's newest pet. They would blacken it.
Today was the first time he got a boner from getting one of them to fuck him. It wasn't going away any time soon. His old armor was already too small for him.
The Great Paladin Kavel, Knight of the Holy Spear. What great master of the mind, evil sorcerer, or archdemon, could've possibly transformed him so much? So easily?
Well, no one in the taverns or kingdoms knew it, but those petulent little imps were stronger than anyone gave them credit for..
