The Fall of the Blazing Knight

The Fall of the Blazing Knight

Prologue

Eric, the Blazing Knight, is a powerhouse of a man, a living legend in Radiant City. At forty-plus, his body’s a damn work of art—broad shoulders like a mountain range, a chest so thick with muscle it strains his golden armor, every ridge popping out like it’s begging to be touched. That armor clings tight, showing off sweat-slicked skin and a tangle of fiery red chest hair that glistens in the sun, radiating a primal heat you can almost smell, like hot iron and raw masculinity. His abs are a chiseled eight-pack, hard as steel, sweat dripping down the grooves like liquid fire catching the light. His arms are massive, veins bulging under taut skin, flexing with a strength that screams dominance. Every step he takes thuds the ground, sweat tracing his chiseled jaw, dripping off like embers, his low, gravelly voice barking orders that make the air tremble.

Then there’s Ryan, his nineteen-year-old son, built like a young god—broad shoulders, a chest carved with muscle, sweat gleaming on his skin like he’s fresh from a forge. His rugged jaw’s framed by a scruffy beard, and his clear, bright eyes shine with a shy, boyish charm, his smile flashing white teeth that pull you in. He moves with a light, forceful stride, sweat sliding from his brow to his shoulders, carrying a fresh, masculine scent that lingers. Ryan’s always worshipped his dad, but there’s more to it—something deeper, unspoken. When Eric strides in from training, muscles gleaming, Ryan’s there with a flask, his fingers brushing Eric’s shoulder, trembling as he mutters, “Dad, you’re amazing,” his voice soft, cheeks flushing. Eric claps him on the back, feeling the firm muscle under his palm, lingering a second too long, a spark igniting at the touch. He breathes in Ryan’s scent—sweat and youth—and his throat tightens, a forbidden heat stirring. Neither says it, but those fleeting touches and stolen glances have already sown something dangerous between them.

Chapter One: Captured

Eric storms into a rotting fortress chasing the Shadow Council, his flaming spear lighting up the gloom. The air’s thick with damp rot and a metallic tang, moss dripping from cracked stone walls. His crimson armor glints, sweat pouring down his broad back, pooling at the base of his spine, dripping with a faint tick-tick. His chest heaves, muscles flexing under the metal, his growl echoing: “Cowards, face me!” The heat from his spear scorches the air, sweat stinging his eyes as he scans the dark.

Out steps Sarax, a frail succubus, all bones and pale skin, crimson eyes glowing like embers in his gaunt face. He’s a twig next to Eric’s bulk, his tattered robe barely hiding spindly legs. He points a trembling finger, his voice a raspy hiss: “You’re mine, hero.” Eric laughs, a deep, mocking rumble: “You? I’d snap you like a stick.” But Sarax smirks, and the ground splits, purple-black runes flaring as slimy, lustful chains erupt—cold, slick tendrils pulsing with dark magic, wrapping Eric’s thick legs, suckers latching on with a wet slurp. He roars, slashing his spear, flames torching chains to ash, the stench of burnt rot rising as Sarax stumbles back. “Pathetic!” Eric snarls, muscles bulging, sweat flying. More tendrils surge, binding his arms, the icy sting biting his skin, dragging his spear down with a clang. He fights, thighs flexing, chains grinding against his flesh, leaving raw marks as they pull him to his knees, dust exploding around him.

Chapter Two: Descent

Chained to a damp altar, Eric’s locked tight, the cold tendrils seeping into his skin. Sarax looms closer, his bony fingers brushing Eric’s armor, lustful runes oozing from his touch. The metal groans, snapping apart, revealing Eric’s sweat-drenched torso—muscles glistening, chest hair matted, sweat tracing every ridge, dripping onto the stone with a musky tang. His armor falls away, baring his arms and legs, his belt shattering, leaving him stark naked. His manhood hangs heavy, thick and rough, flanked by massive testicles, skin stretched tight, a wild bush of pubic hair framing it—all radiating raw, untamed power. Sarax’s eyes gleam with greed, his voice trembling: “Such virility…” Eric smirks: “Keep dreaming, creep.”

Sarax dips his fingers in slick, rancid magic fluid, brushing Eric’s chest. Runes sink in, spreading heat and pain, purple-black tendrils crawling over his pecs. Eric growls, “This filth won’t break me,” but the heat surges, his skin flushing, sweat pouring. Sarax traces his abs, runes stinging, desire sparking as Eric’s manhood stirs, hardening, a bead of fluid dripping with a musky sweetness. Sarax’s lips crash into his, forcing magic fluid down his throat—sweet and rancid, igniting a fire from chest to groin. Eric’s thighs tense, his erection throbbing, fluid dripping in sticky strands. “Cheap tricks,” he snarls, but the heat’s undeniable.

Sarax climbs atop him, tongue lapping his neck, runes burning like fire, electrifying every nerve. Eric’s lips met Sarax’s in a bruising clash, the succubus forcing that slick, rancid magic fluid into his mouth—sweet yet sour, searing his tongue with a heat that made it sting. He gagged, trying to spit it out, but it slid down his throat like liquid fire, igniting a wildfire that roared from his chest straight to his groin. His thick thighs clenched hard, muscles twitching under the strain, his cock throbbing hot and heavy, fluid dripping in sticky, glistening strands that caught the firelight with a lewd shimmer. “This parlor trick?” he sneered through gritted teeth, voice rough with defiance. Inside, he scoffed: This lowlife shit doesn’t deserve my attention. But the desire flared like a goddamn inferno, his erection pulsing harder, veins bulging under the skin as more fluid leaked out, pooling on the altar with a  musculine, primal scent that filled the air. He fought it, jaw locked tight, growling, “Just cheap games…” His mind roared: I can take this heat. I’m Radiant City’s knight—nothing breaks me. Sarax, though, had other plans, his gaunt face splitting into a smirk as he mused: This bastard’s tougher than I thought. His body’s a fucking fortress—I need his weak spot. His bony fingers slid to Eric’s neck, brushing the sweat-slick skin, runes seeping in like burning ink, purple-black tendrils snaking along his veins, sending a tingling jolt through every nerve. Eric shuddered, a low rumble escaping his chest as Sarax climbed onto his massive frame, tongue lapping at his neck with wet, sloppy strokes, leaving trails of hot spit as the runes sparked like electric shocks. “Get off…” Eric growled, voice cracking, sweat pouring down his face, stinging his eyes. Inside, he clung to control: This itch? I can ignore it. Just focus. But his cock betrayed him, jumping harder, fluid dripping thicker, the air choking with his raw, masculine musk.

Sarax grinned, sensing the crack in Eric’s armor. “His body’s turning on,” he thought, “but his will’s a steel trap. Gotta push harder.” His frail fingers, trembling with effort, grazed Eric’s broad chest again, digging into the sweat-soaked muscle, feeling the hard ridges flex under his touch. He pinched a nipple, rolling it between his bony digits, runes blooming around it like dark flowers, purple tendrils pulsing as they sank into the sensitive flesh. Eric grunted, chest heaving, sweat cascading from his collarbone to his abs, dripping onto the chains with a faint tick-tick. “Don’t waste your time,” he snarled, voice thick with fury. Sarax’s hand slid back to his neck, nails scratching the tender skin, leaving red welts that burned under the sweat, runes piercing deeper, a tingling thrill surging through Eric’s veins. “Found it,” Sarax mumbled, voice dripping with glee, lips brushing Eric’s ear. He pressed harder, kissing the neck again, tongue slithering over the flushed skin, sucking loud and wet, the rancid sweetness of his magic lingering as runes flared hotter. Eric’s breathing hitched, turning ragged, sweat streaming from his brow, pooling in the hollow of his throat. “Fuck off…” he rasped, the words weaker now, his mind scrambling: This feeling—I can shake it. I’m stronger than this. But his cock throbbed relentlessly, the tip red and swollen, fluid oozing in thick, sticky beads that stretched and snapped, splattering the altar.

Sarax wasn’t done. “Still resisting, huh?” he thought, his frail body trembling with the effort of his magic. “Let’s see how long that lasts.” He squeezed Eric’s nipple harder, nails digging in, the swollen nub flushing red as runes burned deeper, a sharp sting mixing with a numbing buzz that made Eric’s pecs twitch. Sweat dripped from the areola, tapping the chains below, while Sarax’s other hand clawed at his neck, nails raking long, angry marks that glowed under the rune-light, the heat searing into his core. Eric’s throat tightened, a low, furious growl rumbling out, but his body was slipping—his cock is shivering, harder than ever, veins pulsing as fluid flowed freely, soaking his bush, matting it into a damp, musky mess. Sarax pushed his magic to the limit, purple runes glowing faintly on his own skinny arms as he leaned in, sweat dripping from his gaunt face onto the altar. Then, with a wicked glint, he wrapped his bony hand around Eric’s cock—those frail fingers barely circling its kid-arm thickness, feeling the veins throb under the rough skin. He stroked slow, runes seeping heat into the shaft, the tip flaring red, fluid coating his hand in sticky, glistening threads. “You’re close, hero,” Sarax rasped, voice sharp with exhaustion and triumph. “I can feel it!”

Eric bit down hard, teeth grinding, his lips twitching as he fought the rising tide. “Never!” he spat, voice hoarse, but inside, he was reeling: This heat—I can still hold it. My will’s iron! The fire roared hotter, his head spinning, sweat blinding him as his ass twitched, muscles clenching under the onslaught. Sarax sped up, hand pumping Eric’s cock, fingers slick with fluid, runes burning along the shaft as the altar shook with Eric’s thrashing. “I can’t… let him…” Eric muttered, mind fraying, but his body gave in—his hips bucked once, a muffled roar tearing from his throat as his cock erupted, thick, hot cum blasting out, splattering the altar in heavy spurts. The musky reek hit hard, essence dripping into the cracks, coating the chains, his strength draining as his chest heaved, arms trembling. “How… fuck…” he gasped, shock and shame crashing over him as Sarax dove in, tongue lapping up the fresh cum with wet, greedy slurps, his frail body shuddering as the runes glowed brighter, feeding on Eric’s power.

Eric slumped against the altar, sweat pouring off him like a river, pooling under his massive frame, radiating heat. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, eyes dulling, lips quivering as shame swallowed him whole. Purple-black runes crawled over his skin like living vines, glowing with a hypnotic red light, writhing across his sweat-slicked body, oozing a lewd, forbidden aura. His cock hung limp, tip still twitching, sticky fluid sliding down, matting his thick pubic hair, the air thick with a cloying musk that made your head dizzy. His once-proud balls shriveled, a third of their size, like spent fruit sagging under their own weight. His body flushed with post-climax heat, muscles firm yet limp, a broken warrior surrendering to lust.

Chapter Three: Secrets

Eric’s mind reeled in the aftershock of his climax, his focus shattered, body still buzzing with the raw thrill of release. His cock twitched, leaking thick strands of cum that dripped onto the altar with a steady drip-drip, the musky scent choking the air as his holy light flickered, teetering on the edge of collapse. Sarax saw his chance, bony fingers brushing Eric’s sweat-slick brow, the touch cold as steel and sharp as a blade, runes slithering into his mind like black, slimy tendrils. They reeked of musk and rot, numbing his thoughts as they burrowed deep. Eric’s fury ignited, eyes narrowing to slits, jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached, a snarl ripping from his throat: “You dare dig into my head, you fucking monster?!” Inside, he roared: This filthy shit thinks he can touch my will? I’ll crush him! His fists balled up, nails biting into his palms, blood trickling down as sweat stung his eyes, his gaze blazing with defiance.

But the tendrils struck gold, unearthing Eric’s buried secret—a taboo craving for Ryan. Images flickered in his mind, hazy at first, like peering through smoke: Ryan, naked and dripping with sweat, his broad chest heaving, beard framing that rugged jaw, sweat sliding from his collarbone to his pecs as he whispered, “Dad, I want you…” The voice was low, soft, trembling with need, wrapping around Eric’s brain like silk. Rage turned to panic, his growl cracking: “No way! That’s bullshit!” Inside, his heart pounded: This can’t be real—it’s a lie! The shame hit like a sledgehammer, his chest heaving as sweat poured down, splashing onto the altar, his eyes darting in desperation. He fought to banish the vision, holy light surging in his mind, but it was weak now, drained by that first explosive release, his mental walls crumbling like wet sand.

Sarax kept feeding, slurping up the scattered cum, his frail body swelling with Eric’s power—muscles bulging under his pale skin, bones creaking as they thickened, a reddish flush spreading over him. He taunted, voice shrill and cutting: “Big hero, huh? Lusting after your own kid—fucking hilarious. Look at you, hard as a rock, still pretending you’re pure?” The tendrils tightened, runes glowing brighter, the vision sharpening: Ryan’s sweat-slick body pressed closer, his pecs flexing with each breath, sweat dripping down his abs. Eric’s fists clenched harder, blood dripping onto the chains, his growl shaky but fierce: “Shut your damn mouth! You don’t know shit!” Inside, guilt gnawed at him: How could I think this? It’s not me… Ryan’s innocent smile flashed—the kid handing him water, eyes soft—and it stabbed Eric’s gut, his voice dropping to a pained whisper: “I’m his dad… I can’t defile him…” His holy light dimmed, a candle in a storm, his chest hollowing out as sweat soaked the altar.

Sarax lapped at the cum dripping from Eric’s cock, his long tongue curling around the sticky mess, gulping it down with a wet slurp, power surging through him—his chest swelling, shoulders broadening, abs tightening into hard ridges. He cranked up the magic, tendrils spreading wider, the vision turning vivid: Ryan on his knees, chest pressed to Eric’s, sweat mixing as their skin met, his shy eyes pleading, “Dad, take me…” The words burned, Eric’s mind buckling, his breath hitching as he rasped, “No… not me…” Shame and lust collided, his fists shaking, blood pooling under him, his light fading with every drop of fluid he’d lost. Sarax mocked, voice sharp as a knife: “Quit playing saint. You’ve wanted to fuck him for ages—look at this river of cum, hard as iron.” His tongue darted out again, slurping up more, runes flaring with a wicked glow. Eric roared, “Shut up!” but his cock pulsed, fluid soaking his thighs, desire raging like wildfire, his eyes glazing over as the heat overwhelmed him.

Sarax kissed his neck again, tongue slathering the sweat-slick skin, runes sparking intense jolts of pleasure, the rancid sweetness of his magic seeping in. His body, now jacked from Eric’s stolen power, matched the knight’s bulk—arms thick as steel, chest heaving, abs rippling, sweat dripping onto Eric’s back. The vision hit full force: Ryan lunging at him, arms wrapping his waist, fingers digging into his back, their sweat-slick bodies grinding, Ryan’s chest pressed to his spine, sweat dripping into the cleft of his ass, his moans soft and desperate: “Dad, I’m yours…” The sound torched Eric’s sanity, his resistance snapping like a brittle twig, a low “I can’t…” escaping his throat, drowned by a deafening roar in his skull. His mind broke, guilt twisting into surrender, lost in the fantasy—he pinned Ryan down, their muscled bodies locked tight, sweat pouring as his cock plunged deep, Ryan’s moans wrapping around him, shy and needy. His real cock swelled, red and throbbing, cum blasting out in thick arcs, splattering the altar, the musky stench overwhelming as he moaned, “Ryan… my Ryan…” His eyes blurred, shame and ecstasy mixing, his holy light snuffed out in the collapse of his faith. Sarax gorged on the fresh, sweet cum, runes glowing with forbidden power, his mouth sucking Eric’s cock dry, tongue swirling as he swallowed, strength flooding his veins.

Chapter Four: Surrender

Sarax’s juiced-up runes locked Eric down tight, slamming his massive frame onto the altar with a force that shook the stone. “You’re mine now, you bastard,” he hissed, voice shrill and dripping with triumph, a mocking edge cutting through the damp air. His body, beefed up from Eric’s stolen power, loomed over him—silver hair spilling like a waterfall, brushing Eric’s sweat-drenched back, the damp strands tickling his skin as their bodies ground together. Chest pressed hard against Eric’s spine, abs digging into his muscled back, the heat blasted off them like a furnace, sweat mingling in a slick, sticky mess that dripped onto the altar. Sarax’s lips hit Eric’s neck, tongue slathering over the sensitive flesh with wet, sloppy strokes, leaving trails of hot spit that burned like acid, runes sparking a wild, uncontrollable lust that jolted through every nerve. Eric’s face twisted, brows knotted, veins bulging on his forehead, lips quivering as he growled, “Get your hands off me…” His voice cracked, rough with defiance, eyes flickering with a fading fight, sweat pouring down his face, stinging his vision as he thrashed against the chains.

Sarax’s bony fingers slid down to Eric’s ass, kneading the firm, sweat-slick muscle, feeling its heat and tightness under his grip. Sweat traced the cleft, dripping onto the altar with a faint tick-tick, pooling in a musky puddle. He smirked, voice shrill with glee: “Untouched back here, huh? Time to break you in, hero.” His fingers, coated in rancid, magic-laced spit, circled Eric’s tight hole, pressing slow and hot against the virgin entrance, the slickness smearing with a wet slurp. “Let’s open you up,” he taunted, sliding a finger in, the heat and tightness gripping him as he teased the untouched walls, runes piercing like needles, sparking a numbing thrill deep inside. Eric’s body jolted, ass clenching hard, a hoarse “You fucking bastard…” tearing from his throat, fury blazing in his eyes. But the magic loosened him up, muscles relaxing against his will, sweat streaming down his broad back, soaking the chains, dripping onto Sarax’s hand with a reeking heat. “We’re just getting started,” Sarax chuckled, adding a second finger, stretching the tight space wider, twisting slow and deep, runes buzzing like a live wire, heat flooding Eric’s core. His cock twitched wildly, fluid spilling in thick, musky streams down his thighs, pooling on the stone, the air choking with his raw scent.

Sarax pulled his fingers out, sticky threads stretching and snapping, then replaced them with his own rigid cock—rune-covered, thick as hell, blazing with dark magic that stank of rotten fruit. He pushed in slow, the massive tip tearing into Eric’s ass, stretching the tight walls to their limit, a brutal fullness ripping through him like a goddamn freight train. Eric’s face contorted, brows furrowed, veins popping on his neck, lips twitching as a choked “You…” escaped, legs shaking, trying to clamp shut but failing under the magic’s grip. His cock softened from the pain, tip drooping, balls tightening into hard knots, pubic hair matted with sweat. “Battle-hardened hero,” Sarax purred, voice low and smug, “your front’s a fucking dragon, your ass is tight and hot, gripping me like a vise.” He thrust deeper, steady and merciless, runes flooding in, turning the searing pain into a numbing, twisted pleasure, heat surging from Eric’s ass up his spine, making his muscles quiver. The magic slicked the passage, each thrust grinding a strange, electric thrill into him, his cock stirring back to life, veins swelling, tip flaring red as fluid flowed free, soaking his hairy crotch in sticky, glistening globs, the musky stench hitting like a punch.

Sarax picked up the pace, hips slamming hard, one hand pinching Eric’s nipple, rubbing the swollen nub with rough, calloused fingers, nails scraping red lines across it, mixing sharp pain with a throbbing buzz as sweat dripped from the areola, tapping the chains below with a faint tick-tick. His other hand clamped Eric’s neck, nails clawing at the sensitive skin, leaving angry welts that burned under the sweat, runes flaring like fire, his tongue lapping at Eric’s ear with loud, wet slurps, swirling and sucking as he whispered, “Your body was made for me.” Eric drowned in the rear pleasure, the insult hitting him like a slap, but all he could muster was a guttural grunt, sweat blinding him as it poured from his brow. Those grunts morphed into moans, the cave echoing with Sarax’s relentless thrusts—slap-slap-slap—and Eric’s hoarse, broken cries, “More…” spilling from his soul, pleasure swallowing him whole. Visions of Ryan flashed—naked, sweat-slick, pinned under him—mixing with the brutal pounding in his ass, his hips grinding back harder, muscles clenching and releasing, sweat sliding down his cleft, dripping onto Sarax’s legs, thick with musk.

Sarax thrust fierce and fast, Eric’s ass fully opened, slick walls stretched to the breaking point, each plunge hitting deep, runes sparking like lightning, numbing waves surging from his rear to his brain, dazing him into a lust-drunk haze. His body shook, sweat pouring off his back, pooling on the altar, cock twitching out of control, tip red and swollen, fluid dripping in thin, musky lines. “Hero, ditch your faith—be my slave,” Sarax whispered, pounding harder, the relentless rhythm stacking pleasure like a tidal wave. Eric’s cock erupted untouched, thick cum blasting out in heavy spurts, splattering the altar, seeping into cracks, dripping onto the chains, the musky reek choking the air as his strength drained, chest hollowing, arms trembling. “How… I…” he gasped, confusion and shame slamming him as Sarax eagerly lapped up the fresh, sweet cum, runes glowing with forbidden allure, his tongue swirling around the shaft, gulping down the power, tendrils pulsing with dark fire.

Eric collapsed, spent, sweat cascading from his broad back, pooling under him, radiating heat like a dying forge. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, eyes dulled, pupils blown wide, lips twitching as shame and exhaustion swallowed him. Purple-black runes crawled over his skin like living vines, glowing with a hypnotic red light, writhing across his sweat-slicked body, oozing a lewd, taboo aura. His cock hung limp, tip still twitching, sticky fluid sliding down, matting his thick pubic hair, the air thick with a cloying musk that made your head spin. His once-mighty balls shriveled to a third their size, sagging like spent fruit, skin slack and drained. His body flushed with post-climax heat, muscles firm yet limp, a posture screaming surrender.

Sarax leaned in close, tongue lapping at Eric’s neck again, swirling over the red marks, runes piercing like needles, sparking jolts of pleasure that made his legs quake. “Remember how you fought, roaring at me to fuck off?” he taunted, voice dripping with mockery. “Now you’re begging for it.” His fingers slid to Eric’s chest, rubbing the swollen nipple, nails scraping, mixing pain and ecstasy, chuckling, “Defiance to submission—your body’s screaming for me. Look at this beast, hard as steel, leaking like a damn river—still playing pure?” Eric’s will crumbled, heat dazing him, ass twitching, muscles quivering as he lay limp, sweat pouring off him. He gritted his teeth, growling, “Get off…” but it was weak, hoarse, the corruption burning too hot to resist. Finally, he bowed his head, whispering, “Help me…” voice cracking with despair, eyes flickering with pain and defeat.

“How?” Sarax teased, lifting Eric’s chin, forcing those dull eyes to meet his crimson glare. “Tell me clear—‘Help me cum.’” His other hand slid to Eric’s cock, fingertips circling the slick tip, fluid dripping through his fingers, glistening in the firelight. Eric’s chest heaved, sweat blinding him, shame and pain stabbing deep. He tried to hold out, but the corruption exploded inside, cock throbbing, tip red and swollen, fluid dripping like pearls. He broke, whispering, “Help me… cum…” voice a wrecked tremble, despair flashing in his gaze.

“Good boy,” Sarax cackled, voice shrill with victory, pouring more magic in, runes blazing as heat stacked higher, cock pulsing harder. He gripped the thick shaft, stroking slow, feeling the veins throb, runes searing the skin, the tip burning hot, fluid soaking his hand. He sped up, palm tight against the shaft, fingers swirling, whispering, “Let it go, hero—shoot out your last fight.” Eric grunted, a low, hoarse moan tearing from his throat like a caged beast roaring free. Pleasure crashed like a tsunami, amplified by Sarax’s power, ripping through him as his body shook, cum arcing out in thick, sticky ropes, splattering the ground, splashing the grass, hitting Sarax’s hand, even streaking the cave walls. The force was unreal, life itself pouring out, cock twitching with each spurt, muscles wrenching as pleasure and emptiness twisted together, eyes glazing over, moaning, “Ah…” voice a broken wreck sinking into surrender.

Sarax licked his fingers, tongue curling around the sticky mess, gulping it down with a shrill, “What a fucking geyser, hero. Your strength, your will—all gone in this load.” He stood, eyeing Eric’s limp form, runes flaring again, spreading across his chest, abs, legs, glowing with a hypnotic red light. The corruption seized him silently, Eric oblivious, eyes dim, lips twitching, sweat dripping as he fell deeper into the abyss. Sarax vanished into the dark, whispering, “You’re mine,” voice a cold, victorious echo.

Chapter Five: Brand and Redemption

Sarax stood tall by the altar, his frame jacked up from Eric’s stolen power, sweat sliding off his swollen chest like rain on hot steel, dripping onto the rough stone with a faint hiss that evaporated into the damp air. His silver hair clung to his shoulders, soaked strands glinting in the flickering firelight, framing a gaunt face twisted with menace and triumph. His lips curled into a sneer, crimson eyes blazing with greed and satisfaction as he rasped, “Your soul’s mine, hero.” His voice was shrill, trembling with victory, like a predator savoring a kill. He raised a meaty arm, fingers tracing a wicked arc in the air, purple-black runes swirling into a twisted symbol—edges glowing blood-red like fresh cuts, the center wriggling like a living thing, stinking of dark magic that hit the nose like sulfur and rot.

He leaned in close, thick fingers brushing Eric’s sweat-drenched brow, cold as ice but burning like a blade’s edge, the touch searing into his skin. Runes sank in, purple-black tendrils crawling across his forehead, slithering along his brow to his temples, burrowing under the surface like hungry worms, numbing and scorching all at once. Eric’s body shuddered, muscles twitching, sweat dripping from his brow into his eyes, stinging as his gaze went vacant, lips quivering as he whispered, “You… won’t…” His voice was hoarse, barely a breath, a last flicker of defiance sputtering out as his resistance crumbled. His holy light drowned in the flood of lust, body limp on the altar, sweat streaming down his broad back, pooling beneath him, radiating heat like a dying forge. His cock, soft now, twitched under the magic’s pull, tip reddening, veins pulsing as fluid seeped out, stretching into glistening threads that dripped onto the stone, the air thick with musk, primal and intoxicating, like a beast roasting under the sun.

Sarax chuckled, voice sharp and mocking: “Keep struggling, hero. Your soul’s brand is almost done—then you’re my bitch forever.” His fingers slid over Eric’s brow, feeling the rough, damp skin, runes piercing like needles, etching a complete symbol that glowed like blood blooming on flesh, each line pulsing with forbidden power, reeking of dark magic. Eric’s breath grew ragged, throat tightening as if choked by invisible chains, each gasp a low rumble, chest heaving, sweat sliding from his collarbone to his pecs, dripping onto the altar, soaking the stone. His body gave off a thick, masculine scent—hot iron mixed with sweat and cum—that made the air heavy, heart-pounding. Sarax’s eyes gleamed with obsession, fingers trembling as he murmured, “Such a perfect body… your soul’s mine.” He cranked the magic harder, the symbol flaring painfully bright, a ritual ready to swallow Eric’s last shred of will.

Just then, heavy boots pounded the stone, shattering the fortress’s silence, dust cascading as the air thickened with tension. “Let my dad go!” Ryan roared, charging in like a goddamn lion, his gleaming sword flashing cold light in the fireglow. His muscled frame heaved, sweat sliding from his brow to his temples, dripping onto his solid chest, outlining every ridge under his torn shirt, radiating a fresh, masculine scent that cut through the rot. His beard framed a rugged jaw, clear eyes blazing with fury like a lake set ablaze, lips pressed tight with resolve. He locked onto Eric—bound by slimy chains, bare and wrecked, purple-black runes crawling over his skin, cock hard and leaking, the air thick with musk that hit Ryan’s nose like a drug, his throat tightening, heart racing like a jackhammer. “I’ll kill you, you freak!” he bellowed, rage and pain surging as he lunged, sword slicing the air with a sharp whistle, aiming for Sarax’s bulk, the tip glinting like a reaper’s scythe.

Sarax snorted, spinning to face him, beefy arm waving a blast of purple-black magic—twisting tendrils reeking of rot snaking toward Ryan. Ryan dodged, sword slashing through the blast, light flashing like lightning, shards scattering with a sizzling hiss like wet wood on a fire. He pressed in, thrusting for Sarax’s chest, the blade grazing skin, blood spraying onto the stone, dark red in the firelight. Sarax grunted, face twisting, crimson eyes flashing panic as he growled, “Damn kid!” He countered, palm conjuring a writhing orb of purple-black runes, hurling it at Ryan with a stench like death. But Ryan was faster, second strike piercing Sarax’s gut, blade sinking deep, blood flowing down the sword, dripping onto the altar, the air thickening with a coppery tang. Sarax staggered, magic dimming, clutching his wound, his jacked-up frame trembling as he snarled, “You’ll pay for this…” He dissolved into black mist, vanishing into the dark, leaving a low echo bouncing off the walls.

Ryan ignored the retreat, rushing to his dad, sword slashing through the chains with sharp snaps, fragments clattering like broken glass. He knelt, arms wrapping Eric’s shoulders, lifting him gently, voice low and shaky: “Dad, you okay?” Sweat dripped from his brow onto Eric’s chest, soaking the red hair, his eyes sweeping over his father’s body—runes glowing, cock still hard, leaking cum that pooled on his thighs, the musky scent slamming Ryan’s senses, throat tightening, heart pounding like a drum. He bit his lip, tearing off his cloak to cover Eric, fingers brushing that sweat-slick back, feeling the firm muscle and heat like touching a live forge, a dark thrill surging through him. “Dad, let’s get outta here,” he said, voice firm but trembling, hand lingering a beat too long, soaking in the damp heat as he forced his gaze away, fighting the pull of that forbidden fire.

Chapter Six: Forbidden Shadows

Back in Radiant City, Ryan hauled his dad home, tending to him day and night like a lifeline. Eric’s body was a wreck, but those damn runes twisted him into something else—his breath came heavy, rumbling like a beast, each exhale a low growl that shook the air. Sweat poured off his broad back, soaking the sheets, radiating a heat that filled the room with a thick, musky haze. His skin flushed an unnatural pink, muscles still jacked but limp with surrender, purple-black runes glowing faintly under the surface like coiled snakes ready to strike. His cock wouldn’t quit—hard and throbbing half the time, tip red and swollen, leaking sticky fluid that matted his pubic hair, dripping onto the bed in glistening beads, the air choking with a pungent, masculine scent that hit Ryan like a drug, making his throat dry, legs tensing with every whiff.

Night draped Radiant City in a heavy stillness, moonlight slipping through the window, casting patchy shadows over Eric’s sweat-slicked back, outlining every ridge of his weary, magnificent frame. Candles flickered by the bed, throwing dancing shadows on the walls, the air thick with sweat, cum, and musk—a primal cocktail that stoked desire like a slow burn. Ryan stood outside the room, palm pressed to the rough wood door, the coolness clashing with the heat pulsing through him. His chest heaved, sweat tracing from his brow to his shoulders, soaking his shirt, outlining taut muscle. His beard glistened with dampness, eyes swirling with worry, tenderness, and a buried thrill he couldn’t shake. Inside, the bed creaked—a low, urgent rhythm—paired with Eric’s hoarse, pained moans, like a beast clawing at its cage. Ryan cracked the door, peering through the slit, his gaze locked on his dad’s back—shoulders heaving, sweat dripping, hands probing his ass, fingers sliding in with wet slurps, muscles clenching and releasing, sweat pouring down the cleft, soaking the sheets as he growled, “Can’t stop…” His voice was broken, thick with shame.

Ryan’s throat tightened, heart slamming against his ribs, fists clenching until his nails drew blood, dripping softly onto the floor. Worry gnawed at him—his dad, once a mountain of strength, now fragile, teetering on madness. “Dad… how’d this happen…” he whispered, voice trembling, eyes dark with pity. But alongside that, a forbidden heat flared up, the musky scent drilling into his nose, dazing him, legs locking tight as his mind flashed to Eric’s bare body—sweat-drenched chest, tight abs, cock throbbing, fluid pooling in a sticky mess. He bit his lip hard, fighting the urge, muttering, “I can’t think this…” His voice was hoarse, torn, but the thrill surged, eyes glued to the scene.

Eric’s hands moved faster, fingers plunging deep into his ass, stretching the slick walls with a low, wet squish, sweat soaking the pillow as his cock burned, tip pulsing, fluid spilling onto the sheets in sticky threads that gleamed in the candlelight. “Ryan… my Ryan…” he growled, voice silky with confusion and lust, like Ryan was there in his fantasy, naked and begging. Ryan’s heart jolted, legs buckling as he leaned on the doorframe, panting, the musky air searing his lungs, his mind reeling with Eric’s moans and that sweat-slick body. “Dad… you’re thinking of me…” he murmured, voice low and shaky, pain and obsession twisting inside, sweat sliding from his collarbone to his chest, dripping to the floor with a fresh, masculine tang.

He forced himself to turn away, back slamming against the door, palms bracing the wall, fingers digging into cracks, knuckles white. “I can’t go in… can’t let him see me…” he rasped, voice firm but cracking, wrestling his own demons. The scent clung, burning his nose, legs trembling as heat surged south, his cock stirring, pants tightening painfully. “Fuck… how can I…” he growled, self-loathing thick in his throat, turning to stumble away, steps heavy as lead, each one a fight against the pull, Eric’s moans echoing like a curse, searing his ears.

Morning light cut through the gloom, but the musky reek lingered. Eric lay sprawled on the bed, body limp, sweat soaking everything, runes mocking him with their faint glow. “What’s happening to me…” he rasped, voice faint and raw, self-disgust heavy as he tried to sit up, arms shaking, sweat dripping onto the sheets. His cock hung soft, tip sticky, pubic hair a matted mess, the air thick with musk. Memories flooded back—uncontrollable lust, fantasies of Ryan—shame piercing him like a blade. “How could I… corrupt my own kid…” he muttered, voice a pained whisper from his soul.

Ryan stepped in with a water basin, eyes on his dad’s wrecked form—sweat-soaked chest, runes pulsing—heart tightening as he said, “Dad, you’re awake.” His voice was soft, worried, soaking a towel to wipe Eric’s brow, fingers brushing rough skin, feeling the heat and dampness, a tangle of emotions surging. He caught the shame in Eric’s eyes, whispering, “Don’t worry, Dad, you’re just… sick.” His voice trembled, masking his own unease, wiping Eric’s chest, palm sliding over firm muscle, sweat mingling, the musk drilling into his nose, throat parched, legs stiffening.

One night, moonlight painted Eric’s back silver, muscles glistening. His moans sharpened, a beast tormented by visions, and Ryan stepped in, seeing him limp—eyes glazed, runes glowing, cock hard and leaking, musk thick enough to choke on. Eric murmured Ryan’s name, “Ryan… my Ryan…” voice silky with need and pain. His gaze swung to Ryan, pupils blown, growling, “Ryan… I want you…” His hand reached out, trembling fingers brushing Ryan’s chest, feeling the young muscle, sweat mixing as heat shot through Ryan like a live wire. His legs shook, mind flashing to Eric’s bare body pressed against his, sweat melding, fantasies burning his sanity.

Ryan froze, breath hitching, Eric’s hand roaming his chest, fingers tracing sweat-slick skin, a tingling rush flooding him. Heart pounding, blood boiling, he whispered, “Dad…” voice shaky and raw, torn between sinking into it and running. He pictured pinning Eric down, their bodies locked tight, sweat dripping, his cock plunging deep, moans wrapping around him, shy and desperate. But reason stabbed back, and he shoved Eric’s hand away, roaring, “No! You’re my dad!” Voice firm but cracking, eyes flashing pain and resolve, he bolted, legs weak, collapsing against the doorframe, panting, burying the urge deep, muttering, “I can’t… I won’t…” voice a low, tortured rasp.

Eric snapped back as Ryan pushed him off, clarity crashing in, shame and regret drowning him. He slumped, trembling, sweat soaking the pillow, whispering, “How could I… to my kid…” voice a broken groan, eyes dark with self-loathing. His lust had nearly hurt Ryan, fists clenching, nails drawing blood that stained the sheets. Moonlight hit his rugged face, sweat dripping like embers, and he rasped, “I gotta leave… for you…” voice faint but resolute, deciding to ditch Radiant City once he could move, sparing Ryan his corruption.

Next morning, sunlight couldn’t clear the air’s heavy musk. Ryan walked in with water, “Dad, you’re awake,” voice soft as he wiped Eric’s brow, seeing the shame in his eyes. “Don’t worry, you’re just sick,” he said, trembling, comforting but uneasy. Eric looked away, “Ryan… stay back…” voice weak and pained, pushing at Ryan’s hand, fingers brushing his chest, growling, “I can’t hurt you again…” Ryan gripped it, “I won’t let you face this alone,” voice stubborn, eyes flickering with a suppressed thrill, quickly buried. “I’ll take care of you,” he said, hoarse and restrained, hiding the storm inside.

Chapter Seven: Chains of Corruption

Radiant City’s dawn broke soft and warm, sunlight spilling through the window, tracing Eric’s rugged face in golden lines. Weeks under Ryan’s relentless care had patched up some of his old glory—sweat didn’t pour off him like a river anymore, his breathing steadied, the purple-black runes dimming under his skin, no longer flaring like a damn beacon. His cock calmed down, fluid stopped leaking like a busted pipe, and the musky stench faded, replaced by a faint echo of his former badass aura. Ryan stood by the bed, holding a steaming bowl of bitter herbal brew, voice low and gentle: “Dad, you’re looking better.” Relief softened his tone, clear eyes locked on Eric, lips curling into a warm smile. He figured his nonstop tending had finally chased off that dark, horny shadow, pulling his dad back from the edge.

Eric took the bowl, thick hands trembling as his fingers brushed the warm rim. He downed it, the bitter taste spreading over his tongue, masking the weight in his chest. He glanced up at Ryan’s pure, hopeful grin, throat tightening, rasping, “Ryan… thanks, kid.” His voice was hoarse, laced with pain he couldn’t hide. His eyes flickered with a storm—memories of those night moans, the twisted fantasies of Ryan, shame clawing at him like a rabid dog. He knew his body was clawing back some strength, but his soul was still fucked, that lust lurking like a beast ready to pounce. “I can’t stay… can’t let this shit ruin you,” he muttered, voice faint but ironclad, a vow carved from his core. He’d decided—once he could stand without shaking, he’d bolt from Radiant City, face whatever hell waited alone.

That night, moonlight frosted the streets, and Eric slipped out quiet as a ghost, throwing a tattered cloak over his battered frame. His steps were slow, boots thumping the ground with a low echo that trembled the silence. He glanced back at the house, Ryan’s sleeping form a shadow in the window, heart twisting as he whispered, “Ryan… forgive me.” His voice cracked, a farewell soaked in regret, sweat dripping from his brow to the ground like fading embers. He melted into the dark, cloak swallowing him like a lone wolf slinking off, the night closing in.

But as he slipped away, those runes quivered under his skin, purple tendrils twitching, sending out faint pulses of magic that rippled through the shadows, straight to Sarax. In the fortress ruins, Sarax lounged on broken stone, his jacked-up body radiating menace, silver hair spilling over his shoulders, sweat-soaked and gleaming. His crimson eyes snapped open, glinting with cunning, a smirk curling his lips as he hissed, “You can’t run, hero.” His voice was sharp, mocking, fingers flicking as purple-black mist swirled up, forming a phantom that shot toward Eric like a damn missile.

Minutes later, Eric hit a desolate forest, ancient trees choking out the moonlight, shadows dancing wild. The air stank of wet mold and faint blood, heavy and thick. He stopped, chest heaving, sweat sliding down his back, dripping with a soft tick-tick. A familiar yet twisted scent hit him, and he spun, gripping his flaming spear, the tip blazing bright, cutting through the dark as he growled, “Who’s there!” His voice boomed, sharp with warning. Firelight flared, and Sarax stepped out—his body towering now, shoulders broad as a goddamn mountain, chest heaving, abs carved tight, sweat dripping from his collarbone, radiating heat like a forge. His lips twisted into a sneer, “Hey, hero—miss me?”

Eric’s pupils shrank, rage exploding like a furnace, spear aimed dead at Sarax as he roared, “I’ll gut you, you freak!” He swung hard, fire blasting out, meteors of flame streaking at Sarax, heat scorching leaves to ash, the air thick with char. Sarax laughed, palm swatting the flames aside, purple-black magic swallowing them whole, twisting Eric’s own power with a lewd, corrupt stench that made his gut lurch. “This… my power!” Eric snarled, voice shaking with fury, eyes wide with shock.

“Licked it right off you, hero,” Sarax taunted, licking his lips slow and deliberate. “Absorbed and fucked it up real nice.” His thick fingers summoned slimy tendrils, slick and rancid, wrapping Eric’s legs like iron cables. Eric roared, arms straining, muscles bulging, veins popping as he fought, sweat flying in arcs. But the tendrils held, laced with his own twisted essence, yanking him down, knees slamming the ground with a thud, dust billowing. “Give it back!” he bellowed, voice raw, thrashing as sweat poured off him, soaking the dirt.

Sarax smirked, eyes narrowing, “Give it back? Sure, but don’t cry about it.” His fingers snapped, runes flaring bright, pumping corrupted energy back into Eric—his own power, now a searing, filthy heat that rampaged through his veins. Eric jolted, muscles spasming, the fire ripping from his chest to his groin, skin flushing red, sweat dripping from his collarbone. His cock surged to life, tip swollen and red, fluid seeping out in glistening threads, dripping with a musky tang that thickened the air. “Stop!” he snarled, teeth gritted, but the twisted power tore through him, pain and pleasure mixing in a sick dance, tormenting his core.

He fought back, fists slamming the ground, nails clawing blood that stained the dirt red. “I won’t break!” he roared, voice trembling but fierce, eyes blazing as he tried to choke down the corruption. But the heat crashed like waves, mind flooding with lewd flashes—Ryan, bare and tangled with him, sweat slicking their skin, moans soft and needy in his ears. His cock pulsed harder, fluid soaking his legs, pooling in the dirt with a reeking sweetness. Shame stabbed deep, “No… stop…” he rasped, voice cracking, but his body betrayed him, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his abs, splattering the ground.

Sarax leaned in, tongue lapping at Eric’s neck, swirling over the red welts, runes sparking jolts of pleasure that made his legs quake. “Remember, hero? You screamed at me to fuck off—now you’re begging,” he taunted, fingers sliding to Eric’s chest, rubbing the swollen nipple, nails scraping as he chuckled, “Defiance to this—your cock’s a river, still playing holy?” Eric’s will shattered, heat dazing him, ass twitching as he slumped, sweat pouring into the dirt. “Get off…” he growled, voice weak, the corruption burning too hot to fight. “Help me…” he finally whispered, voice breaking with shame, eyes dim with defeat.

“How?” Sarax teased, lifting Eric’s chin, crimson eyes boring in. “Say it—‘Help me cum.’” His hand slid to Eric’s cock, fingertips circling the slick tip, fluid dripping through his fingers. Eric’s chest heaved, shame and pain gutting him, but the heat exploded, cock throbbing, tip leaking like a faucet. “Help me… cum…” he croaked, voice a wrecked tremble, despair flashing in his gaze.

“Good boy,” Sarax cackled, pumping magic in, runes blazing as heat piled on, cock pulsing wild. He gripped the shaft, stroking slow then fast, runes searing the skin, tip burning as fluid soaked his hand. “Shoot it all out,” he mocked, and Eric roared—a suppressed beast breaking free—cum blasting out in thick, sticky arcs, splattering the ground, hitting trees, the musky reek overwhelming as his body shook, strength draining into the dirt. “Ah…” he moaned, voice a broken wreck, sinking deeper into the abyss as Sarax licked the mess off his fingers, runes flaring, whispering, “You’re mine,” before vanishing into the night.

Chapter Eight: Witness to the Fall

Radiant City’s dawn crept in quiet, mist curling through the streets, sunlight spilling through windows onto an empty bed. The sheets were a crumpled mess, stained with sweat and a fading musk, like the aftermath of a storm that’d blown through and left wreckage behind. Ryan stepped in, water basin in hand, ready to clean his dad up, his steps light but eager. But the sight of that bare bed hit him like a punch—his heart sank, the basin crashing to the floor with a loud clang, water splashing across the wood, soaking it dark. “Oh shit…” he breathed, voice low and tight, throat locking up as panic flared in his chest. He scanned the room fast—the cloak gone, boots missing, only a faint, musky whiff hanging in the air like a ghost. He bit down hard, teeth nearly drawing blood, beard trembling in the light, growling, “Dad, where the hell are you…” His voice was hoarse, desperate, a raw edge of rage cutting through.

He spun, body coiled like a pissed-off lion, snatching his sword from the wall, the scabbard glinting cold, hilt creaking under his grip. Fingers shaky, sweat slid from his brow to his shoulders, soaking his shirt, outlining every taut muscle as his chest heaved with ragged breaths. “I’m not letting you go it alone…” he muttered, voice low and stubborn, eyes blazing with resolve. He bolted out, cloak whipping behind him, boots pounding the ground, stones jumping under his weight. Instinct drove him to the forest, moonlight frosting the trees, shadows twisting wild, the air thick with damp mold and a faint coppery tang that set his nerves on edge. His heart slammed, blood pumping hot, whispering, “Dad, hold on…” voice shaky but ironclad, a vow to himself.

Deep in the woods, wind hissed through the leaves like a thousand whispers. Ryan charged through, sweat plastering his clothes to his back, outlining every muscle ridge. His steps were fast but unsteady, chest heaving, breath rough. Bursting from the trees, the scene ahead stabbed his chest like a blade—rage boiled, blood turning to fire, hands gripping the sword so tight his knuckles bled.

Eric slumped on the grass, massive frame trembling, sweat pouring off his shoulders, sliding down his spine, soaking the ground, steaming in the cool night air. His skin glowed an unnatural pink, purple-black runes crawling over his chest, abs, thick legs, pulsing red like tiny flames under his flesh. His cock burned hard, tip swollen and red, leaking fluid that drenched his thighs, pooling in the dirt with a musky, sweet reek that hit Ryan like a drug. Eyes glazed, lips twitching, sweat dripping from his brow, he whispered, “No…” voice hoarse and faint, a desperate thread clinging to nothing.

Sarax loomed beside him, jacked-up body towering, shoulders broad as a damn mountain, chest heaving, abs carved tight, sweat dripping from his collarbone, radiating heat like a forge. Silver hair clung damp to his shoulders, gaunt face twisted in menace, crimson eyes narrowed, lips curling into a lewd sneer as he hissed, “Your soul’s mine, hero.” His voice was shrill, smug, oozing greed.

Ryan roared, voice thundering through the trees, “Let him go!” He charged, sword slashing the air sharp and fast, aiming for Sarax’s bulk, blade glinting like a death sentence. But weeks of breathing his dad’s musky corruption had fucked with him—his holy power dulled, steps swift but shaky, sword light flickering weak, barely warming the air. “Monster!” he snarled, sweat stinging his eyes, voice raw with fury and frustration.

Sarax sneered, palm swatting out a blast of purple-black magic, runes writhing, reeking of rot as it snaked toward Ryan. He dodged, blade slicing through, light flashing, shards scattering with a wet hiss, but his moves lagged, legs trembling, sweat pouring off him, dripping to the ground with a fresh, masculine tang. He swung again, thrusting for Sarax’s chest, tip grazing skin, but Sarax sidestepped, fingers flicking a slimy tendril from the dirt—rancid and slick, wrapping Ryan’s legs. He roared, arms straining, muscles bulging, veins popping, fighting to break free, but the tendril clung, suckers latching, the musky scent dazing him, knees slamming the ground with a thud, dust flying.

Ryan braced his sword, blade gouging the earth, grass crushing under it, green stench rising. “Let me go!” he bellowed, voice cracking with desperation, holy power choked by invisible chains, sword dimming, muscles tight but failing. Sweat slid from his collarbone to his chest, soaking his shirt, the musky air burning his throat, cock stirring against his will, pants tightening, fluid seeping out. Sarax stepped closer, looming over him, crimson eyes glinting with hunger, “Oh? I smell raw power in you—pure, untouched… fuckin’ tempting.” His voice was shrill, dripping with lust, fingers waving as more tendrils surged, binding Ryan’s arms, yanking them wide, his jacked-up body exposed, sweat dripping from his brow, soaking his beard, eyes blazing fury and panic.

Sarax licked his lips, sneer widening, “Can’t just rip that virgin juice outta you—you gotta give it up willing.” His gaze shifted to Eric, eyes flashing mockery, “Let’s show him how you break, hero.” He turned, thick fingers sliding to Eric’s sweat-slick chest, rubbing the swollen nipple, nails scraping red lines, runes flaring like tiny fires. Eric jolted, growling, “No…” voice weak, fists clenching, blood dripping onto the grass, staining it red. But corruption raged inside, heat surging from chest to groin, cock pulsing, fluid dripping like pearls, the musky air thickening.

Ryan’s eyes widened, “Stop!” he roared, voice shaking, straining against the tendrils, arms bulging, veins throbbing, but they tightened, red marks blooming on his skin, sweat pouring as he fought. The scent burned his nose, cock throbbing harder, pants soaked, whispering, “No… I can’t…” voice cracking, trying to choke down the urge, but the sight gutted him—Eric’s essence splattered his chest, warm and sticky, searing his skin, dazing him as Sarax thrust fierce and fast, stretching Eric’s ass wide, slamming deep, runes sparking, waves of numb fire crashing through. “Offer your soul,” Sarax hissed, pounding harder, Eric’s body shaking, cock erupting untouched, thick cum blasting out, splattering Ryan’s chest again, the musky reek choking him as strength drained, shame flashing, “How… I…” Sarax lapped it up, runes glowing, sucking the power dry, tendrils pulsing dark.

At the peak, Sarax touched Eric’s brow, runes blazing, carving a soul brand—purple-black blooming like blood, reeking of dark magic. Eric’s heart surged with shame, “Ryan… I…” voice faint and broken, but the corrupt pleasure torched his resistance, eyes glazing, body slumping, sweat and cum pooling, soul snared, holy light snuffed out.

Ryan watched, tears streaming, “Dad…” voice a wrecked sob, his dad’s cum burning his chest, cock throbbing, pants drenched. Bound tight, tendrils cutting into him, rage and grief tearing him apart, yet that dark lust lingered. Sarax stood, licking his fingers, “Your soul’s mine, hero.” He turned to Ryan, crimson eyes glinting, “Your turn, kid,” voice a cold, victorious rasp, his bulk casting a shadow over Ryan’s trembling form.

Chapter Nine: The Succubus’s Game

The forest night was a black, suffocating void, moonlight clawing through the dense canopy in thin, silver slashes, casting warped shadows across the torn grass. Wind hissed low, a primal growl mixing with faint beast snarls, the air thick with damp rot and a musky tang that choked the throat. Eric slumped on the ground, his jacked-up body quivering, sweat pouring off like a busted pipe, soaking the earth with a steaming, primal stench. The purple-black soul brand glowed faint on his brow, a twisted scar chaining his will, his once-mighty frame dulled—muscles slack, skin pale under a cold, sweaty sheen. His ass twitched, clenching then releasing, like it still craved something, pleasure smoldering in his gut as his limp cock jerked, dribbling a single clear drop with a ragged, “Ryan…” His voice was a wrecked whisper, guilt and despair bleeding through, a last gasp from a soul too broken to rise.

Ryan hung nearby, snared by slimy tendrils that yanked his arms and legs wide, his muscled body bared to the biting chill, sweat streaming from his temples to his beard, soaking his torn shirt, outlining every hard ridge. His sword lay tossed aside, blade sunk deep in the dirt, light snuffed out—a shattered sign of his lost fight. He thrashed, eyes locked on his dad, red-rimmed and wet, tears cutting tracks through the grime as he choked out, “Dad!” Voice raw and cracked, gutted by heartbreak. His biceps bulged, veins popping as he yanked, blood seeping where the tendrils’ suckers bit, staining the grass crimson. His chest heaved like he was burning alive, holy light sparking gold at his fingertips, clashing with the purple magic in sharp hiss-pop bursts, but it flickered weak, bones groaning under the pressure.

Sarax stepped closer, his bulk a dark, horny menace, pumped up from Eric’s stolen juice—shoulders broad as a damn barn, chest puffed, abs carved tight, but twisted with a seductive rot that oozed off him. His silver hair clung wet and silky to his shoulders, crimson eyes glinting like blood jewels, lips curling into a dirty, soul-sucking sneer. His cock stood rigid, runes circling it, leaking a pink haze of fluid that fouled the air with a dizzying musk, scrambling your head. He hovered over Eric, voice sharp and taunting, “Touching little family reunion, huh? Makes me wanna puke.” He paused, grin stretching wide, “Your dad shot like a goddamn geyser, kid—his juice is all over you, your little brothers and sisters staining that shirt. Don’t glare at me like that; didn’t you see how much he loved it?” His laugh cut shrill and nasty, a cruel jab, crimson eyes boring into Ryan, feeding off his rage and pain.

Ryan’s chest heaved, sweat pouring, “Shut up!” voice a hoarse roar, shaking with fury. He twisted hard, but Sarax’s grip held, fingers digging into his jaw like iron, nails biting skin, blood trickling down his beard, staining his shirt red. The musky air burned his nose, cock twitching faint in his pants, leaking against his will, shame and heat tangling, “No…” voice a broken rasp, fighting the urge, but Eric’s wrecked moans—slurping Sarax’s cock—flashed in his mind, gutting him.

Sarax grinned wider, yanking his hand to Ryan’s groin, gripping the hardening cock through soaked pants, feeling the veins pulse, squeezing till a clear drop seeped out, smearing it across Ryan’s rugged face with a wet slap. “Quit pretending, kid—hard as a rock, pants wet already, still playing pure?” he taunted, fingers lingering at Ryan’s lips, musky fluid hitting his nose, a salty sting that made his legs twitch. “You wanna save him, huh? But you’re stuck watching me fuck him into the dirt—pathetic,” he sneered, voice dripping venom, shredding Ryan’s will with every word.

Ryan glared, tears spilling, “I won’t let you win!” voice a trembling snarl, eyes blazing defiance. His holy light flared faint, gold shimmering against the tendrils, a spark of fight that fizzled fast, swallowed by magic. Sweat poured off him, the musky air burning his throat, cock throbbing harder, pants soaked, “I won’t break…” voice a faint rasp, but his body betrayed him, fluid seeping, dripping onto the grass.

Sarax’s eyes glinted, “Oh? Got some guts.” He flicked a finger, purple-black magic snaking toward Ryan’s mind, but it hit a wall—his will a steel trap—bouncing back, dissolving in the air. Sarax frowned, “Kid’s head’s tougher than I thought…” then grinned, eyes flashing glee, “Fuckin’ fun.” He paused, gaze raking Ryan’s bulk, noting the echo of his own stolen frame—broad shoulders, thick chest. Ryan’s cock pulsed harder, pants wetter, tip straining the fabric, leaking faint. “Oh, that reaction…” Sarax purred, catching the scent—Eric’s power twisted in him, a familiar heat Ryan knew too well from his dad. He licked his lips, “Looks like you’re hot for more than just saving him, huh?”

His sneer twisted darker, stepping back to Eric, “Your kid’s drooling over you, hero—let’s make him closer.” Voice sharp and cold, fingers flicking as purple-black magic flared, runes pulsing, a sick plan brewing as Eric’s body jolted, cock springing hard, fluid gushing thick, soaking his thighs, the musky air choking the night. Sarax’s laugh rang shrill, a twisted game spinning deeper into the abyss.

Chapter Ten: Dawn of Corrupt Desire

The forest night loomed thick and dark, a heavy curtain of ink swallowing the world, wind snarling low through the trees, a primal hum blending with distant beast growls, the air drenched in damp rot and a musky tang that clawed at your throat. Moonlight stabbed through the canopy, slashing jagged shadows across the grass, spotlighting Eric’s sweat-soaked bulk—his body trembling, dripping like a broken dam, soaking the earth with a steaming, primal stench. That purple-black soul brand pulsed faint on his brow, chaining his mind in a lust-drenched pit, the once-mighty hero now a shattered wreck swaying on dark strings.

Ryan hung bound by slimy tendrils, arms and legs yanked wide, his jacked-up frame bared to the biting chill, sweat streaming from his temples to his beard, soaking his torn shirt, clinging to every hard ridge. His sword lay ditched, blade sunk in the dirt, light snuffed out—a busted emblem of his lost fight. He strained, eyes locked on his dad, red-rimmed and wet, tears cutting through the grime as he rasped, “Dad…” Voice cracked, gutted by pain. His biceps bulged, veins popping as he yanked, blood seeping where the tendrils’ suckers gnawed, staining the grass red. His chest heaved like he was burning alive, holy light sparking gold at his fingertips, clashing with the purple magic in sharp hiss-pop bursts, but it flickered weak, bones creaking under the strain.

Sarax loomed over them, his bulk a dark, horny menace, jacked up from Eric’s stolen juice—shoulders broad as a barn, chest puffed, abs sliced sharp, but twisted with a seductive rot that oozed off him. Silver hair flowed damp and silky, plastered to his shoulders, crimson eyes glinting like blood jewels, lips twisting into a dirty, soul-sucking grin. His cock jutted out, hard as steel, runes swirling around it, leaking a pink haze of fluid that fouled the air with a dizzying musk. He hovered over Eric, voice sharp and taunting, “Like father, like son, huh? Look at this kid’s grit—same fire you had, hero. Gets me all warm inside.” He smirked, eyes narrowing, “How about you teach him how to love it?” Fingers snapped, purple-black magic slamming into Eric, the soul brand igniting like a flare, runes dancing under his skin like living flames.

Eric lurched, eyes blank as a dead man’s, mind spiraling into a black pit, body jerking up like a puppet on twisted strings. Sweat rolled from his collarbone, soaking his chest, red hair gleaming in the moonlight, skin flushing hot like lust was torching him alive. Sarax leaned in, tongue slithering over Eric’s ear with a wet slap, whispering, “What’s your name, big guy?” Eric’s throat bobbed, “Eric…” voice a gravelly rasp, clawing out of a fog. “Who are you?” Sarax pressed, grin sharp. “I’m… the Blazing Knight…” Eric muttered, voice thin, fading into a hollow echo.

Sarax laughed low, fingers creeping to Eric’s chest, “Where’s it hot? How do you want it?” Eric shook, sweat dripping fast, “Chest… nipples… ass…” voice rough and dazed, stalling as magic yanked out his filthy truth, “Love my chest stared at, nipples worked… since you ripped my ass open, that stretch haunts me… I need you to own me, fuck me again, fill me up…” Shame choked him, lust dripping through, his brain replaying Sarax’s thick cock tearing into him—pain and numbness melting into a surrender he couldn’t shake.

“Ass so needy it’s pathetic,” Sarax sneered, crimson eyes blazing with sick glee. “Let’s put on a show for the kid.” He pinched Eric’s swollen nipple, grinding it hard, nails clawing red streaks as runes sank in, the nub puffing up, raw and red, while his other hand dove for Eric’s ass, magic-slick fingers jamming deep, slapping the cheek with a sharp whack, “Fuckin’ tight as hell.” Tendrils buzzed inside, Eric’s ass shuddering as he groaned, “Ah…” voice thick, drunk on it. “Your boy’s watching, hero—tell him it’s good,” Sarax taunted, flicking his gaze to Ryan.

Eric’s chest heaved, sweat sliding off his abs, eyes blank with a dying spark, “Ryan… I…” voice quaking, grasping at sanity, but magic drowned him, throat croaking, “Feels so good…” His ass arched up, begging, cock twitching alive, leaking a fat drop onto the grass. “Can’t even fake it for your kid,” Sarax mocked, tongue slurping Eric’s neck, leaving a hot, wet mess, “Daddy’s a slut now.” Fingers pounded deep, nailing that sweet spot, Eric bucking with a ragged, “Ah…” soaked in humiliated bliss. Sarax spun to Ryan, “Like the show, kid? My new toy loves flaunting his nasty side—hah!”

Ryan stared, heart cracking open, “Dad! Cut it out!” voice raw and trembling, tears spilling. He couldn’t stomach his dad groveling, the hero he’d idolized turning to ash. Holy light flared, gold ripping at the tendrils, shimmering briefly before the magic ate it, his fight useless, sweat pouring off him, “No… this isn’t you…” voice a broken sob.

“Spit it out, hero,” Sarax goaded, eyes glinting. Eric’s gaze dimmed, “I… dreamed of Ryan… naked, sliding up to me, sweat dripping down his chest, moans ringing…” voice low and jagged, sinking into the vision—Ryan pouncing, arms locking around his waist, sweat melding, whispering, “Dad, I’m yours…” soft and desperate. “Pinned him… fucked him… so damn tight…” Shame killed the words, Sarax cackling sharp, “Oh? Kid’s in on your secret, huh?” He turned to Ryan, “Had the same wet dreams, didn’t you? That angel face hiding the same dirt?” Ryan bit down, “Shut your fucking mouth!” voice thundering with rage, cheeks burning red, tendrils squeezing tighter, sweat streaming.

Sarax’s grin stretched wide, stepping closer to Ryan, “Let’s crank it up.” He flicked a hand at Eric, magic surging, runes pulsing as Eric’s body jolted, cock springing hard, fluid gushing thick and fast, soaking his thighs. “Move it, hero—show him how it’s done,” Sarax ordered, voice a wicked purr. Eric crawled forward, sweat pouring, hands shaking as they brushed Ryan’s thighs, heat searing through the torn pants, brushing his cock, the musky air choking them as Sarax watched, eyes gleaming with twisted delight, the game spiraling deeper into the dark.

Chapter Eleven: Feast of the Brand

The forest night pressed down like a shroud, wind whispering low through the trees, a faint, eerie moan that drowned out the bugs, leaving only the rustle of leaves trembling in the dark. Moonlight sliced through gaps in the canopy, throwing twisted shadows across the grass, spotlighting Eric’s sweat-drenched bulk—his body quaking, dripping like a broken faucet, soaking the ground with a steaming, musky reek. The purple-black soul brand pulsed faint on his brow, a grotesque chain locking his mind in a lust-soaked abyss, the once-mighty hero now a shattered husk dangling on corrupt strings.

Ryan hung bound by slimy tendrils, arms and legs yanked wide, his jacked-up frame bared to the biting chill, sweat streaming from his temples to his beard, soaking his torn shirt, clinging to every hard ridge. His sword lay ditched, blade sunk in the dirt, light snuffed out—a broken sign of his lost fight. He thrashed, eyes locked on his dad, red-rimmed and wet, tears cutting through the grime as he rasped, “Dad…” Voice cracked, gutted by pain. His biceps bulged, veins popping as he pulled, blood seeping where the tendrils’ suckers gnawed, staining the grass red. His chest heaved like he was burning alive, holy light sparking gold at his fingertips, clashing with the purple magic in sharp hiss-pop bursts, but it flickered weak, bones creaking under the strain.

Sarax loomed over Eric, silver hair swaying in the breeze, tattered robe loose, half-hiding his pumped-up frame, crimson eyes glinting with sick glee as he raked over Ryan’s furious, tear-streaked face. He sneered, voice sharp and cutting, “Thought your dirty little secret would break him, huh? Kid’s tougher than he looks—damn near disappointing.” His eyes narrowed, grin twisting cold, “No rush, though—I’ve got time to play.” Fingers flicked, purple-black magic surging into Eric, the brand flaring bright like a torch, runes dancing under his skin like living fire.

Eric jolted, body bucking, “I… want more…” voice a hoarse, lust-drunk rasp, dripping with need. His hands moved on instinct, clawing at his chest, fingers rubbing his swollen nipples raw, sweat pouring off, muscles twitching under the strain. His other hand gripped his limp cock, jerking fast, shaft twitching, tip leaking thick fluid that stretched into sticky threads, dripping onto the grass with a musky tang. He tilted his head back, sweat splashing from his brow, “So good…” voice slurring, lost in the haze, spit drooling from his lips, mixing with sweat in a primal mess. Sarax leaned in close, thick hand cupping Eric’s sweat-slick jaw, “Not enough yet, hero—taste me,” he purred, yanking his robe up, baring his rigid cock—runes circling it, tip glistening with fluid, stinking of rancid musk. He grabbed Eric’s hair, yanking hard, slamming his cock deep into Eric’s mouth, hitting the throat with a wet thump. Eric gagged, “Mmph…” a choked grunt spilling out, lips stretched tight around the thick shaft, tongue stiff and clumsy, fumbling in the crammed space. He sucked too hard, too fast, Sarax’s cock ramming deep, throat spasming, a harsh cough-cough hacking out, spit spilling from his lips in glistening ropes, dripping down his chin, mixing with the musky fluid, air thickening with a lewd, suffocating reek. Hands braced on the ground, nails clawing into the dirt, knuckles white, sweat and tears streaming, throat gurgling wet as he choked on the onslaught.

Sarax chuckled, voice shrill and taunting, “Slow down, hero—don’t rush it.” He slapped Eric’s cheek light, a trainer breaking in a dog, “Relax, don’t chew my prize.” Eric fumbled, tongue clumsy against the shaft, teeth scraping runes, Sarax hissing sharp. Another gag hit, throat clenching, coughing out spit in wet bursts, dripping onto the grass, pooling with sweat in a musky puddle, the air stinking of sweet rot. Sarax’s hand gripped Eric’s neck, magic seeping in, “Learn it, slave—work that tongue right.” Eric’s throat eased, tongue curling slick around the shaft, lapping runes with wet slurps, sucking steady, lips tight, spit sucked back, swirling the tip, moaning, “Love… this taste…” voice a wrecked slur, drunk on it, sucking harder, throat humming with every gulp, a lewd dance in the dirt.

Ryan stared, heart splitting, “Dad…” voice a choked sob, tears blurring the sight. The hero who’d wielded a flaming spear, towering over Radiant City, now a wreck, slurping Sarax’s cock with a dazed grin. Rage boiled, “Stop!” he roared, thrashing against the tendrils, arms bulging, sweat pouring, but they held tight, his fight a fading spark, musk burning his nose, cock twitching in his pants, leaking faint against his will, whispering, “Dad… I…” voice torn between pain and shame.

Sarax yanked Eric up mid-suck, slamming a brutal kiss, tongue shoving deep, tangling wet and sloppy, spit stretching between them in glistening threads, snapping to drip onto Eric’s chest, sliding slow. Eric’s face glowed, “More…” he rasped, voice thick with want. Sarax grinned, pulling a thin, rune-carved needle from the air, glinting cold in the moonlight, “My slave needs a mark,” he sneered, thick hand pinching Eric’s swollen nipple, rubbing it raw, slicking it with magic spit till it shone red, “This ring’s your badge—wear it, you’re mine forever.” Voice cold and smug, needle piercing slow, blood beading red, dripping down Eric’s pecs, staining the skin. Eric bucked, “Ah…” a raw scream tearing out, chest heaving, muscles spasming, sweat pouring, prickling under the pain, moaning, “So… good…” voice slurring sick as magic twisted agony into ecstasy.

Sarax smirked, tweaking the pierced nipple, blood dripping onto the grass with a faint tick, “Like your Master’s gift, slave?” He tugged the ring, Eric jolting, “Yes… Master…” voice a shaky, broken growl, sweat streaming from his abs, nipple throbbing red, skin streaked with welts. Sarax slipped the silver ring through, runes carved deep, glowing faint in the moonlight, magic sealing the wound, locking it tight, a soft jingle ringing out like a chain snapping shut. “You’re my eternal bitch now, hero,” he sneered, fingers flicking the ring, magic pulsing dark.

Sarax turned to Ryan, grin twisting wide, “Big hero love serving Master in front of his precious kid?” He tugged the ring, Eric bucking, “Ah…” voice a hoarse, filthy moan, sweat pouring, dripping onto the grass, “Master…” dripping with surrender. Sarax spun back, “Digging your dad’s show, kid? My new slave’s hot to flaunt his dirty side—hah!” Voice shrill, cackling wild, echoing in the night, his bulk a dark menace, the game spiraling deeper into ruin.

Ryan’s breath hitched, sweat streaming, “You bastard…” voice a raw snarl, eyes swirling—love for his dad’s old gentle strength crashing against the shame of this wreck, cock twitching faint, pants damp, shame and lust tangling sick as Sarax’s laugh rang on, a twisted feast unfolding in the dark.

Chapter Twelve: Seed of Corruption

The forest night hung heavy, a black shroud swallowing the world, wind groaning low through the trees like a dying breath, bugs silenced by the crushing air, only faint trembles rustling the leaves. Moonlight clawed through the canopy, slashing dirty shadows across the grass, spotlighting Eric’s sweat-drenched bulk—his body quivering, dripping like a busted pipe, soaking the ground with a steaming, musky reek. That purple-black soul brand pulsed faint on his brow, chaining his mind in a lust-soaked pit, the once-towering hero now a broken shell dangling on dark threads.

Eric’s legs splayed wide, sweat pouring off his broad back, dripping onto the grass with a steaming heat that fouled the air with primal stench. His hands shook, rough fingers mauling his swollen nipples, nails carving red streaks, the silver ring jingling like a slave’s bell with every tug. His other hand gripped his limp cock, stroking fast and sloppy, shaft twitching, tip oozing sticky fluid that stretched into glistening threads, pooling on the grass in a musky mess. “So hot… so damn unbearable…” he growled, voice low and rough, dripping with raw sex, a stark clash with the lewd moans spilling out, eyes glazed over, spit drooling from his lips, mixing with sweat in a thick, musky slop. The corruption had him by the throat—jerking off wasn’t cutting it anymore—he tilted his head back, sweat dripping from his brow, snarling, “Master… help me… it’s fuckin’ killing me…” Voice thick, desperate, begging through the haze, lost to the brand’s grip.

Sarax loomed beside him, silver hair swaying in the breeze, tattered robe loose, half-veiling his jacked-up frame, crimson eyes glinting with sick delight as he watched Eric writhe. “Where’s it aching, huh? How’s your Master gonna fix you up?” he taunted, voice sharp and mocking, lips curling into a cold, sleazy grin. Eric clawed at himself, hands shamelessly kneading his chest, tweaking the ring with a clear jingle-jingle, the other diving to his ass, pressing the tight hole, sweat tracing the cleft as he rasped, “Back there… so goddamn empty… need Master’s big cock to stuff me full…” Voice low and filthy, rough with raw hunger, spitting out need that hit like a gut punch, sweat pooling on the grass, reeking of primal heat.

Sarax’s grin widened, a predator savoring the kill. He yanked his robe open, baring his thick cock—runes swirling around it, tip dripping crystal fluid that glowed faint purple, stinking of musk that slammed the senses like a drug. He shoved Eric down, grass crunching under his weight, Eric sprawling back, legs flung wide, ass lifting to flaunt that wrecked hole, sweat sliding down the cleft, skin flushed and slick with a desperate sheen. Sarax lined up, cock aimed true, then slammed deep with one brutal thrust, Eric’s body bucking hard, “So deep! So fuckin’ huge!” voice a raw bellow, thick with lust, sweat flying from his brow in wild arcs.

This time, Eric didn’t just take it—he gave it back, ass rising and dropping with Sarax’s rhythm, muscles clenching tight then letting go, sweat splashing between them, dripping loud and wet onto the grass. “So good! Master’s a goddamn beast!” he roared, voice rough and dripping sex, moans spilling out lewd and wild, hands clawing at his nipples, ring jingling sharp like a twisted bell. The grass stank of musk, salt, and mold, choking the air as he bellowed, “I’m losing it—Master’s pounding me raw!” Voice heavy, magnetic, spitting filth that thumped your chest, runes glowing purple under his skin, flaring brighter with every thrust. His cock burned, tip red and swollen, veins pulsing, fluid gushing out, pooling sticky on the grass, fouling up the night with a primal reek.

Back in Radiant City, dawn crept in quiet, mist curling through the streets, sunlight spilling through the window onto an empty bed. The sheets were a tangled wreck, stained with sweat and a fading musk, like the aftermath of a storm that’d blown through and left chaos. Ryan stepped in, water basin in hand, ready to clean his dad up, steps light but eager. But the sight of that bare bed hit like a sledgehammer—his heart sank, the basin crashing to the floor with a loud clang, water splashing across the wood, soaking it dark. “Oh shit…” he breathed, voice low and tight, throat locking up as panic flared. He scanned fast—the cloak gone, boots missing, only a faint, musky whiff hanging like a ghost. He bit down hard, teeth nearly drawing blood, beard trembling in the light, growling, “Dad, where the hell are you…” Voice hoarse, desperate, a raw edge of rage slicing through.

He spun, body coiled like a pissed-off beast, snatching his sword from the wall, scabbard glinting cold, hilt creaking under his grip. Fingers shaky, sweat slid from his brow to his shoulders, soaking his shirt, hugging every taut muscle as his chest heaved with ragged breaths. “I’m not letting you go it alone…” he muttered, voice low and stubborn, eyes blazing with resolve. He bolted out, cloak whipping behind, boots pounding the ground, stones jumping under his weight. Instinct drove him to the forest, moonlight frosting the trees, shadows twisting wild, air thick with damp rot and a faint coppery tang that set his nerves on edge. His heart slammed, blood pumping hot, whispering, “Dad, hold on…” voice shaky but ironclad, a vow carved deep.

Eric’s ass gripped Sarax’s cock, tight walls sucking greedy, pleasure spiking as he roared, “Master… more…” voice a desperate thunder, body quaking, sweat pouring off, runes flaring purple, corruption clawing deeper. Sarax hammered relentless, “Good slave,” he sneered, unloading a flood inside, purple-black magic surging, runes blazing like fire under Eric’s skin, a twisted feast of flesh and ruin.

Chapter Thirteen: Holy-Corrupt Showdown

Ryan hung trapped in the slimy tendrils, eyes burning into his dad, red and raw, tears streaking through the grime as he choked out, “Dad…” His voice cracked, torn apart by grief. Eric lay sprawled on the grass, a wreck of sweat and ruin, purple-black runes pulsing faint under his skin, that foul, purple-black cum oozing from his limp cock, stinking of rot and sulfur, staining the ground with a smoking blackness. Shame and rage roared through Ryan’s chest, a guttural, “No—!” ripping from his throat as something deep snapped awake. Holy light erupted from his core, gold blasting out like a damn supernova, shattering the tendrils’ runes into swirling black mist that hissed away. He broke free, arms swinging wild, light arcing like a blazing whip, slashing at Sarax with a fury that lit the dark. The glow tore through shadows, Sarax dodging fast, robe catching a singed tear as he stumbled back into the gloom. Ryan charged his dad, “Let him go!” he roared, fists flaring gold, slashing again—Sarax’s magic shield cracked loud under the hit, sending him reeling. Ryan scooped Eric up, “Dad, hold on…” voice raw and urgent, sweat dripping from his brow onto Eric’s wrecked chest.

He gripped Eric’s shoulders tight, knuckles whitening, gold healing spells pouring from his palms like a flood, wrapping Eric in a warm glow that sealed torn skin, faded black streaks, and eased muscle spasms like a soothing hand. But Eric’s pain dug in deep, a faint, “Ugh… ah…” groaning out, rough and needy, black blood seeping from his lips, dripping onto the grass with a sour reek, wisps of smoke curling up. Sarax lurked in the shadows, robe fluttering in the breeze, lips curling into a cold sneer, “Pointless, kid.” His voice cut sharp and venomous, dripping with mockery, “That corruption’s buried too deep—no holy light’s pulling it out; it’ll just rip him apart worse. Nearest sanctum’s three days through this fucked-up forest and poison valleys—he’s toast before you make it. Only way’s pumping your virgin cum right into his ass to fight it back.” He licked his cracked lips, crimson tongue glinting wet, eyes pinning Ryan like a predator sizing up prey.

Ryan’s glare flared, tears turning to fire, “I’ll end you!” Gold blasted from his arms, a wild, dazzling arc slashing at Sarax. Sarax grunted, purple-black shield cracking loud under the hit, tumbling back into a tree, robe tearing, purple fluid leaking from his mouth. He staggered up, “Interesting…” voice icy, but he didn’t pursue. Ryan seized the chance, hauling Eric close, “Dad, we’re gone!” voice hoarse and fierce, gold wrapping Eric in a faint shield, slowing the corruption’s bite. He scanned fast, spotting a hidden crevice in the rock wall, masked by tangled vines—a safe spot off the tainted grass. He sucked in a hard breath, legs pumping, dragging Eric to the gap, boots slamming deep prints, gold trailing like a lifeline through the dark. He rammed the vines aside with his shoulder, slipping into the narrow cave, moonlight seeping through cracks, walls slick with cold moss, a sharp bite against the rot outside. He laid Eric on a flat stone, body twitching faint, “Um… Ryan…” voice rough and needy, a war drum echoing in the dark.

Kneeling beside him, Ryan poured gold light again, “Dad, hold on…” voice ragged, tears splashing onto the stone, mixing with black blood, faint smoke rising. But the healing flopped—Eric’s pain clung stubborn, “Ah… ugh…” black blood dripping faster, life slipping away like sand. Ryan’s gut twisted—Sarax’s twisted truth sank in; holy light wasn’t cutting it, desperation clawing as he faced the sick reality: fuck his dad with his virgin cum or watch him die. Heart hammering, shame scorched his ears red, breath catching, fingers trembling—taboo coiled tight, love for his dad surging wild, self-hate choking him, forbidden heat tempting, rage at Sarax blazing, a faint hope flickering—he could save him. “Dad… I’ll save you…” he rasped, tears falling, a vow carved in the dark. He bit down hard, blood dripping from his lip, staring at Eric’s fading form, black mist spreading, runes dimming like dying embers.

Hands quaking, Ryan unbuckled his belt, peeling off sweat-and-cum-soaked pants, baring his virgin cock. Nineteen years untapped—no jerking off, just wet dreams of his dad’s bulk—now it stood in the dim cave, warm and slick, smooth as jade, thick and firm with a youthful flex, pale pink like dawn’s edge, pure as hell. His balls hung heavy, packed with life, skin taut, glowing faint gold with holy power, nineteen years of juice pulsing hot, a stark clash to Eric’s corruption. The foreskin peeled back, baring a fat head like his dad’s, tip leaking a crystal drop that shimmered gold in the moonlight, a virgin spring of life. It quivered, shy and raw, veins throbbing faint, tip lifting, heat radiating as sweat dripped from Ryan’s brow, mixing with the fluid, a musky tang rising—holy and taboo twisted tight.

Hands trembling, Ryan lifted Eric’s legs, aiming his tender cock at that wrecked hole, sweat splashing onto Eric’s skin, black mist curling up. He shut his eyes, tears streaming, “Dad… forgive me…” voice a choked rasp, pain and resolve crashing, then bit down hard, slamming in. They both cried out—Eric’s growl low and hoarse, “Ah…” a pained tremor shaking him, black mist seeping from his ass like virgin power punched it loose; Ryan’s voice raw, “Dad…” shame and heat tangling, gold light surging from his cock, clashing with the corruption, a searing hiss like fire on poison, black smoke thickening, the air choking with rot and redemption’s clash.

Chapter Fourteen: Fountain of Life

Ryan’s virgin cock sank deep into Eric’s wrecked ass, the scorching heat slamming against the icy clutch of corruption, the cave air locking tight with a crackling hiss like fire searing through venom. Black smoke spiraled up, thick and choking, stinging the lungs with a rancid bite. Ryan leaned in, hands trembling as he gripped Eric’s legs, sweat pouring from his brow, splashing onto Eric’s chiseled abs, mingling with black-tinged grime, faint wisps curling into the haze. His breath caught, eyes glued to his dad’s twisted face—every twitch, every groan searing into his skull. Eric bucked, a low, “Ah… ugh…” rumbling out, rough and desperate, black blood oozing from his lips, dripping onto the stone with a sour reek, tendrils of smoke snaking up. Ryan’s cock pulsed inside, the blazing tip buried in tight, slick walls, his first fuck hitting like a goddamn lightning bolt—pain and pleasure ripping through, ears flaming red, heart pounding like a war drum, sweat streaming down his back, soaking the cave floor with a musky tang that thickened the air.

He thrust slow, cautious as hell, the tender shaft swallowed by gripping heat, a numbing jolt sparking where their flesh collided, breath hitching, legs quaking under the strain. He tracked Eric’s every move—the rune-light flickered wild, blazing purple then dimming gray—praying it meant something good. Eric’s throat rasped, “Ugh… ah…” voice jagged and broken, body spasming, black mist leaking from his ass as gold light punched it back, like Ryan’s virgin power was clawing it loose. The tight walls clamped then eased, sucking at his cock like they craved it, a low grunt slipping out as he found a rhythm—slow, steady pumps, each thrust spilling gold into the corruption, black smoke thickening, the air stinging with rot and musk. Pleasure surged, shame torching his gut, but he shoved it down, sweat dripping fast, soaking the stone, mind flashing to Eric’s old glory—now a ruined shell, needing him in this fucked-up way.

His breath turned rough, heat pooling deep, virgin cum stacking up like a flood, cock swelling, tip flaring red, veins throbbing under the pink skin. He sped up, thrusts firming, slamming deeper, the fat head ramming that wrecked core, pain and pleasure spiking wild, legs buckling, sweat pouring like a storm. He watched Eric close—the black mist shrank under the gold rush, rune-light steadying, less frantic, like corruption was getting cornered. Eric’s groans softened, “Ugh… Ryan…” voice a wrecked slur, chest heaving, sweat and black blood mixing, dribbling onto the stone, wisping into smoke. Ryan’s cock got sucked tight, the grip yanking him deeper, heat roaring from his groin up his spine, legs weakening, sweat splashing the cave floor, musky and thick. He grunted low, thrusts smoothing out, cock pounding steady, each hit a wet slap, gold and black clashing in a haze, moss curling dead under the heat.

Pleasure crashed like a tidal wave, Ryan’s head spinning as virgin cum surged, cock twitching wild, tip scorching hot like it’d blow any second. Breath ragged, legs shook, sweat streaming, he tracked Eric—the man’s heat ticked up, like gold was stoking a dying ember, runes calming, black mist retreating to a faint haze. Eric groaned, “Ah… um…” voice wrecked, ass clamping sudden, sucking Ryan’s cock like it was famished. Then Eric jolted, “Ugh… ugh…” a spasm hitting as his cock twitched, spewing a rancid, black mess—dark energy oozing out, stinking of sulfur, splattering the stone, smoking up, corruption leaking under Ryan’s assault. Ryan’s cock got squeezed hard, heat bursting free—he grunted hoarse, body quaking, virgin cum blasting out in thick, hot ropes, flooding Eric’s ass. It hit like molten steel, packed with nineteen years of juice, gold shimmering inside, pumping deep, cock jerking with every spurt, tip leaking sticky dregs, soaking Eric’s walls. Eric bucked, “Ugh… um…” voice a pained growl, runes flaring bright then dim, purple light dancing wild.

Eric’s warmth crept up, skin flushing faint, like Ryan’s virgin cum sparked a flicker of life, runes steadying, black mist thinning, corruption pinned down. “Ugh… Ryan…” he rasped, voice faint and shaky, chest heaving, sweat and black blood dripping, wisping into smoke. Ryan’s cock twitched, virgin cum still flowing, pleasure and exhaustion crashing, a low grunt slipping out, legs folding, sweat soaking the cave floor, musky and raw. Black smoke thickened, air biting with rot, moss curling dead under the heat. He watched Eric close, hope and dread tangling in his gut.

Eric’s mind clawed through the haze, Ryan’s virgin cum flooding in like a lifeline, washing over corrupted flesh, dulling the knife-sharp pain, dragging strength back from the edge. His eyes fluttered, cracking open, fog swirling as he fought to tell real from dream, blurry gaze landing on Ryan’s sweat-drenched face. “Ryan…” he rasped, voice a wrecked thread, doubt and need bleeding through, a call from the dark. Ryan’s heart leaped, tension snapping, “Dad…” voice ragged, relief and shame tangling, gold fading as he stared—love burning, shame searing, satisfaction hitting like a drug, self-hate clawing, cock twitching faint, heat ebbing, legs weak, sweat dripping, musky air choking him. Eric’s blurry eyes cut deep, shame torching him, but he held firm, fearing pulling out would snuff that fragile spark.

Eric felt Ryan’s blazing cock, mind lost to primal hunger, “Um… Ryan…” voice a shaky growl, ass clenching, grinding slow, like it craved more virgin cum. He leaned up, bulk still imposing despite the ruin, sweat sliding from his chest, dripping onto Ryan with a faint tick, wisping black smoke. Ryan froze, “Dad…” voice trembling, torn—Eric was his hero, now clutching him like a lifeline, shame burning, but he let it happen, ass grinding his cock, tight walls dragging pleasure up his spine, searing his shame deeper, cock hardening again, thrusting faint, heat surging, taboo sweet and sick. “I can’t stop him…” he rasped, mind flashing to Eric’s old badass days, now grinding beneath him, shame and love twisting tight.

Eric’s ass took over, Ryan’s cock swelling, virgin cum building again, pleasure spiking wild, legs trembling, “Dad…” voice a wrecked plea, second load blasting out, thick and hot, flooding Eric’s ass, gold shimmering, pumping deep, cock jerking, leaking sticky leftovers, soaking the walls. Eric jolted, “Ugh… um…” voice a pained growl, runes flaring then dimming, purple light dancing. Pleasure dazed Ryan, head spinning, shame and satisfaction tangling—he’d fucked his dad twice now, trying to save him, the hero he’d worshipped, now a wreck beneath him, musk choking him, a low grunt slipping out as he watched, hope flickering faint.

Eric’s hands gripped Ryan’s shoulders, pulling closer, bulk pressing down, “Ryan…” voice a desperate rasp, breath hot and ragged, leaning into Ryan’s sweat-slick chest, grinding harder, “More…” he growled, ass slamming down, sucking Ryan’s cock deeper, runes flaring purple, corruption clawing back. Ryan’s third load surged, “Dad…” voice faint, virgin cum erupting, thick and hot, flooding Eric’s ass, gold dimming as corruption fought, black mist thickening, air heavy with musk and rot, Eric’s bulk pinning him to the stone, a twisted lifeline fraying fast.

Chapter Fifteen: Tide of Chaos

Ryan’s virgin cock twitched faintly inside Eric’s wrecked ass, still simmering from the scalding cum he’d unleashed moments ago. The cave air hung dense and choking, black smoke swirling thick from the clash of his virgin essence and Eric’s corruption—a rancid stew of musk and rot searing the lungs. Sweat cascaded off Ryan like a storm, dripping onto Eric’s chiseled abs, mingling with black-tinged grime, a faint hiss rising as it hit the stone. His breath rasped hoarse, eyes riveted on his dad’s twisted face—every twitch, every groan a jagged scar on his soul. Eric shuddered faintly, “Ugh… um…” a wrecked growl scraping from his throat, black blood oozing from cracked lips, splattering the stone with a sour reek, wisps of black-gold mist curling up like a dying cry. Ryan’s cock pulsed inside, thrusts burning with a brutal mix of pain and pleasure—ears flaming red, heart hammering like a war drum, sweat streaming down his back, soaking the cave floor in a musky puddle that reeked of raw manhood.

He thrust slow and shaky, legs soft as if the marrow had been sucked dry, the tender shaft swallowed by Eric’s tight, searing heat. A numbing jolt sparked where their flesh collided, his body trembling under the strain. Eric’s runes flickered—blazing purple, then dimming to ash-gray—teetering on the edge. “Ugh… ah…” Eric rasped, voice jagged, body spasming as black mist leaked from his ass, gold light forcing it back. The tight walls clamped, then eased, sucking at Ryan’s cock like a starving beast. A low, stifled grunt escaped him as he found a rhythm—slow, steady pumps, each thrust spilling gold into the corruption. Black smoke thickened, the air biting with rot and musk. Pleasure surged, shame blazing in his chest like molten lava, scalding his skin as if countless eyes sneered from the dark, mocking this filthy desecration. His mind clung to Eric’s old glory—the hero who’d blazed like the sun on the battlefield, wielding a flaming spear—now a defiled statue, sprawled on the stone, clinging to Ryan’s taboo essence.

Heat flared deep in Ryan’s groin, virgin cum building like a flood. His cock swelled, tip burning red, veins pulsing under the taut skin. He thrust harder, deeper, spurred by the faint hope in Eric’s body—his dad’s warmth crept up, skin flushing faintly, like Ryan’s first load had sparked a feeble flame. Eric’s groans softened, “Ugh… Ryan…” voice a wrecked slur, chest heaving, sweat and black blood dripping onto the stone, curling into black-gold mist. Ryan’s cock throbbed tighter, heat roaring up his spine, legs buckling as his first orgasm hit—scalding cum blasted out in thick ropes, flooding Eric’s ass, gold shimmering faintly as it poured deep. Eric bucked, “Ugh… um…” voice a pained growl, runes flaring then dimming, black mist retreating to the edges like a caged beast snarling low.

Eric stirred, consciousness clawing through the haze, Ryan’s virgin cum surging in like a blazing torrent, washing over corrupted flesh, dulling the knife-sharp pain, dragging a sliver of strength from the abyss. His eyelids trembled, cracking open, a fog of chaos clouding his gaze as he struggled to split dream from reality, blurry eyes landing on Ryan’s sweat-soaked face. “Ryan…” he rasped, voice hoarse and weak, a candle flickering in the wind, laced with doubt and a deep, primal craving—a call from the dark that pierced Ryan’s chest. Ryan’s nerves snapped loose, “Dad…” voice ragged, a storm of blazing love and scalding shame crashing through him—love like a wildfire, shame like a sun-baked brand searing his skin, satisfaction like a shot of hard liquor, torment like a viper’s bite. His cock twitched faintly inside Eric, the afterglow of that first release still burning, legs trembling, sweat sliding down his thighs, dripping onto the stone with a musky tang.

Eric felt that blazing cock, his muddled mind ignited by raw hunger. “Um… Ryan…” he growled, voice shaky and blurred, an echo from the abyss, his ass clenching tight, grinding slow, thirsting for more of that pure essence. He leaned up, bulk still towering despite the ruin, sweat dripping from his chest onto Ryan with a faint tick, curling into black-gold mist. Ryan froze, “Dad…” voice trembling, torn—Eric, his star-bright hero, now grasping him like a drowning man. Shame scalded like lava, but he couldn’t resist—Eric’s ass worked his cock, tight walls dragging pleasure up his spine like a blazing whip, cock hardening again. “I can’t stop him…” he rasped, mind flashing to Eric’s old majesty—wielding a flaming spear, unyielding as a mountain—now defiled beneath him, a holy altar stained by mortal filth.

Eric’s ass took over, guiding Ryan’s cock with slow, greedy grinds driven by his own primal urge, and a second load built fast, pleasure spiking like wildfire, legs trembling. Ryan’s breath hitched, shame and satisfaction tangling—his dad’s active grinding, like a shot of liquor, intoxicating yet bitter, that heroic figure twisting beneath him in a way that burned sweet as poison. His cock swelled, tip throbbing red, veins pulsing, and his second orgasm erupted, “Dad…” a stifled groan, scalding cum blasting out in weaker spurts, flooding Eric’s ass, gold flickering as it sank deep. Eric trembled hard, “Ugh… um…” voice a broken roar, runes flaring then dimming, sweat dripping like rain onto the stone.

Ryan’s hand shook, brushing Eric’s sweat-slick chest, feeling a faint warmth—a fragile sign of life beneath the ruin. But then his fingers grazed the silver nipple ring—Sarax’s curse, hot and swollen, its ding-ling jingle a sharp, hypnotic chime that jolted Eric. “Ah… harder…” Eric growled, eyes flaring red as the curse took hold—his runes erupted in a violent purple blaze, pulsing like wildfire across his skin, tendrils of black mist exploding outward, snaking wild and writhing like living shadows. His body convulsed, a guttural roar tearing from his throat, corruption surging as the hypnotic chime unlocked Sarax’s hex, veins bulging under his skin, black rot pulsing faster from his cock, the sulfur stench thickening into a choking haze. Ryan’s third load ripped out, “Dad…” voice a wrecked plea, cum flooding Eric’s ass in thin, hot bursts, gold fading entirely as the curse drowned it, shame like a sun-scorched brand searing his scalp, his own breath catching as the cave seemed to pulse with the unleashed darkness.

Eric flipped sudden, straddling Ryan with a heavy thump, pinning him to the stone. “Need it…” voice a feral roar, ass slamming down hard, tight walls dragging Ryan’s cock raw, his bulk crushing Ryan beneath him—muscles taut and trembling, now fueled by the curse’s dark fire. “Um… Ryan…” he growled, hands clawing Ryan’s chest, nails raking red lines, sweat pouring off, soaking Ryan in a hot, sticky flood. Then Eric lunged, lips crashing onto Ryan’s—hot, rough, reeking of sulfur-tinged black blood, his tongue shoving in, tangling with Ryan’s in a greedy, plundering kiss, tasting of ash and ruin as the curse’s power roared through him. Ryan’s head spun—thrice spent now, body a wreck after the curse flared, “Dad…” voice a broken sob, shame blazing like wildfire, ass riding him hard, tight walls dragging his cock raw.

Eric’s ass clamped tighter, “Um… Ryan…” voice a feral growl, grinding relentless, the curse amplifying his hunger into a frenzied storm—his eyes glowed crimson, pupils dilating wide, black tendrils snaking from his ass up Ryan’s cock, cold and searing like icy flames, latching onto his groin with a greedy pull. The cave pulsed with heat, walls slick with damp, black smoke thick, air heavy with musk and rot, moss wilting under the strain, a faint crackle of despair echoing in the dark as the curse’s dark tide consumed them.

Chapter Sixteen: Abyss of Exhaustion

Ryan lay pinned beneath Eric’s sweat-drenched bulk, his virgin cock buried deep in his dad’s wrecked ass, drained from the three loads he’d spilled in their earlier clash. The cave air hung thick and suffocating, black smoke swirling dense from their twisted union, a rancid mix of musk and rot scorching the lungs. His body was a broken wreck—legs limp as drained husks, sweat pouring off him like a flood, soaking the stone in a musky puddle that reeked of desperation. Every muscle burned, head lolling back against the damp rock, breath rasping faint and shallow, eyes half-open as exhaustion dragged him toward the edge. “Dad…” he rasped, voice a feeble thread, shame and fatigue shredding his soul, cock raw and spent, twitching faintly inside the tight, slick walls, leaking nothing but a dry sting.

Eric loomed above, his bulk unyielding, as if he’d clawed most of his strength back from the abyss with Ryan’s essence. Though still tinged with ruin, his frame blazed like a war god rekindled by flame, radiating a terrifying aura. His eyes flickered with eerie red light in the chaos, “Um… Ryan…” he growled, voice hoarse and urgent, laced with a mad craving. With a sudden, fierce lunge—like a beast consumed by fire—he flipped over, mounting Ryan’s cock, his massive body slamming down with a thump that shook the stone slab. “Master… master…” he rasped, voice blurred and trembling, dripping with lewd desperation. His ass rocked up and down, tight walls gripping Ryan’s cock like a blazing furnace, dragging out sharp stabs of pain and taboo pleasure. “This slave feels good…” he roared, hands groping his own chest, rough fingers mauling the silver nipple ring—Sarax’s curse—its ding-ling ding-ling jingle ringing crisp and hypnotic, stoking his corruption. His other hand jerked his own limp cock, squeezing out a trickle of stinking black rot, sulfur stench thick as it dripped onto Ryan’s abs, sizzling faintly with threads of black smoke curling up.

Ryan had never seen anything like it—his gut churned with shame blazing like molten lava, scalding his skin red as if countless eyes stripped him bare from the dark, forbidden pleasure crashing through his senses like a flood. A low, hoarse grunt scraped from his throat, powerless against the tight, fiery grip scorching his cock. It throbbed wildly under Eric’s relentless grinding, heat surging like a flood, and soon he broke—his fourth load erupted, “Dad…” a ragged groan, scalding cum blasting into Eric’s ass in weaker, searing spurts, thick but lacking the vigor of before, leaking out in a few hot bursts, cock twitching as sticky dregs oozed from the tip, scalding and thick, seeping into Eric’s flesh.

Ryan’s head spun, dizzy as if burned-out timber scattered by a gale, a hoarse grunt rasping from his throat. His groin ached from the relentless pounding, raw pain flaring like a sun-scorched wound, brows knitting tight. His balls, once full, sagged like sun-dried fruit, shriveled from the massive loss of essence, leaving him spent and weary like ash after a fire, his holy light flickering like a candle in the wind. Sweat rained down, splattering the cave floor, reeking of raw masculinity. His mind reeled in a storm of fire and ice—shame searing like a sun-baked brand, satisfaction burning like hard liquor, visions of Eric’s old sword-swinging valor now twisted atop him like a beast, sweet as poison yet scalding his frayed senses.

Eric’s runes flared anew with the fresh infusion, purple light blazing like fire under his skin, greedily soaking up this pure, potent force. “Um… master…” he rasped, voice hoarse and wild, thick with depraved need. His ass rocked harder, bulk shuddering like a war god ablaze, sweat sliding from his chest, dripping onto Ryan’s abs, curling into black-gold mist. But Eric seemed blind to Ryan’s near collapse, still grinding atop him like a fire-crazed beast, intent on wringing out every last drop of clarity. Ryan’s cock jolted under the fierce, tight pumping, heat surging like a flood again, a hoarse grunt scraping from his throat as shame and dread tangled—scalding like fire, piercing like ice. He tried to push Eric off, hands trembling as they pressed that massive chest, but his strength was ash after the blaze, drained by essence lost and the curse’s toll, while Eric burned anew like a war god stoked by flame. Powerless, he could only endure as Eric took what he craved.

“Dad…” Ryan croaked, voice hoarse and weak, throttled by shame’s molten grip, exhaustion crushing him like burned-out cinders, leaving him barely able to speak—just faint, “Ah… ah…” gasps, a sinner’s last moans under a blazing sun. Eric’s ass clamped tight, “Master… um…” voice blurred and ravenous, cock jolting as the tight walls pumped again, heat surging like a flood. Ryan’s fifth climax hit, a hoarse grunt rasping out, a thin, weak trickle of cum leaking out—barely a stream, drained like a sun-parched creek, its life force faint as a dying ember, gold flickering weakly within. A few feeble spurts dribbled out, his cock twitching, squeezing out sticky remnants, sweat pouring like rain onto the cave floor, reeking of musk. “Dad…” he groaned, voice hoarse with pain, tears like molten lava sliding from his eyes, scalding his chest with a viper’s sting, shame blazing like a sun-baked brand, exhaustion like ash after fire clouding his mind. He tried to pull out, but Eric’s tight grip and his own weakness thwarted him, a hoarse grunt rasping from his throat, his soul torn by fire and ice—love for his fiery hero now a beast draining him dry, shame and agony sweet as poison yet scalding like lava.

Eric shuddered hard, “Ugh… master…” voice hoarse and frenzied, runes blazing brighter as they drank Ryan’s essence, purple light flaring like fire under his skin. His ass rocked fiercer, bulk heaving like a war god ablaze, sweat dripping onto Ryan’s abs, curling into black-gold mist. The cave thickened with black smoke, air heavy with musk and rot, moss wilting under the heat, a faint crackle of despair echoing as Eric squeezed out Ryan’s last shred of clarity like a beast in flames.

Chapter Seventeen: Bonds of Thorns

Ryan’s body lay like burned-out timber, drained to the edge of a gaping abyss. His cock stayed buried in his father’s body, the hot tip twitching faintly, leftover cum trickling into Eric’s flesh. The cave air grew thick with black smoke, a searing mix of rot and musk choking the space. A rough grunt rasped from his throat, legs weak as sun-scorched branches, barely holding him, sweat pouring down like rain, hitting the cave floor with a heavy, musky scent. Exhaustion weighed on him like ash after a fire, fogging his mind as if his soul had been squeezed dry. But then, as if sensing his weakness, Eric’s ass quivered, and a chain of lewd runes slithered out like thorny vines, creeping from where they joined. They coiled slow and hot as venomous snakes, wrapping around Ryan’s groin. The runes tightened into a purple-black thorny ring, gripping his bruised, purpled cock, the shaft bending slightly under the strain, veins bulging beneath reddish-purple skin like a cage kissed by fire. His once-full balls ached under the thorns’ squeeze, like fruit scalded by lava, gleaming with an eerie purple-black sheen. The tendrils lingered at his untouched ass, their magic hot as flame, piercing the tight entrance gently, prying open the soft, unspoiled flesh like greedy hands, a blazing jolt shooting up his spine, lewd and overwhelming.

Ryan couldn’t register this sudden shift—his groin throbbed with unbearable pain, like a wound licked by fire, his cock swollen and purple from endless thrusting, the skin stinging with each faint twitch, tearing agony ripping through. Fatigue pressed down like charred wood, nearly snuffing his awareness, a hoarse grunt scraping from his throat. What started as pleasure with his father had turned to torment—the taboo thrill once burned like liquor, now a fiery punishment scorching his core. He felt his cock gripped tight by Eric’s ass, the last of his cum forced out from the tip, tinged with pain and weary heat. His only comfort was Eric’s life seeming to rally, no longer fading—his breathing steadied, chest rising like a rekindled flame, his flushed face glowing like embers touched by lava. “Ugh… um…” Eric growled, voice cracked and faint, a shout clawing from the depths. Ryan held his breath, eyes fixed on his father’s faintly stirring form, his heart torn by icy pain and fiery hope, a stifled grunt rasping from his throat. His mind flashed to Eric’s old grandeur—towering like a mountain—now propped up by this shameful act, shame scalding his chest like molten lava. His consciousness flickered like a candle in a storm, exhaustion like ash threatening to pull him under.

Just as he teetered on passing out, he noticed the change—the lewd runes stabbed into his flesh like thorns, bursting with fierce power, burrowing into his blood like fiery snakes. His strength surged like a stream under a blazing sun, rushing to his groin. His holy light, fragile as a candle, shattered under the runes’ furnace-like pull, flooding his loins. His bruised cock swelled sudden, like charred wood reignited, tip flaring red, veins throbbing wild under purpled skin, shaft warped by the thorny grip, stinging with tearing pain. His hands and feet chilled, a hoarse grunt rasping from his throat, his body caught in a storm of fire and ice—the scorching pain shot up his cock like lava, tightening his gut. Eric’s runes flared with light, purple flames burning under his skin, echoing the runes on Ryan’s groin. “Um… master…” he growled, voice hoarse and urgent, thick with mad craving. His ass clamped tight, inner walls blazing like a furnace, sucking hard like a fiery whirl. Ryan let out a hoarse, despairing, “Ah…”

His groin shook fast, cock jolted by the tight, searing friction, tip swelling hot, shaft warped by thorns as a thicker, fiercer load than his first burst from the tip, flooding Eric’s ass. The cum blazed with raw energy, hot as molten lava, reeking of sharp musk, splashing Eric’s core, scalding his ass into a tight spasm, the fiery walls squeezing with a jolt. “Ugh… ah…” Eric roared, voice cracked and frantic, his massive frame trembling, sweat sliding from his chest onto Ryan’s abs, curling into black-gold mist.

One spurt, two—Ryan’s cock erupted under the runes’ grip, cum blazing like lava, flecked with gold like flickering flames, scalding Eric’s ass into faint spasms, the fiery walls hissing with a sharp zzz sound. A hoarse grunt rasped from his throat, cock pumped raw by the tight grip, tip burning, shaft warped by thorns. As it poured, his holy light dimmed like embers after a blaze—three spurts, four—his face turned gray, a husk hollowed by fire, grunts fading weak, sweat raining down, splattering the cave floor with musky scent. Unlike before, his cum thickened like cooling lava, potent with a sharp musk, his life essence drained thin, cock twitching post-release, squeezing out faint, scalding dregs. His body chilled like ash after fire, light fading from his eyes, overstretched pleasure fogging his mind. He raised a trembling hand, reaching for the father he revered, “Dad…” voice weak and hoarse, a last cry like a candle in the wind, tears like molten lava sliding from his eyes. As his fingers neared Eric, his arm fell limp like charred twigs, exhaustion crushing him like fiery torment, consciousness plunging into the abyss as he blacked out.

Eric’s runes blazed purple across his gut, like flames cheering, dancing wild with the flood of essence, his massive frame leaning forward, sweat dripping from his chest onto Ryan’s abs, curling into black-gold mist. His ass kept rocking on Ryan’s pitiful cock, tight walls blazing like a furnace, squeezing the purpled shaft, tip warped, wringing out faint cum with each scalding grind. “Um… master…” he growled, voice hoarse and urgent, thick with mad craving, lost to desire, blind to his son’s collapse, cock jolting under the tight grip, each thrust hissing zzz like a brand on flesh. Eric’s own cock pulsed, squeezing out a drop of stinking black rot, sulfur stench thick, dripping onto Ryan’s abs, searing the skin red with faint black smoke. His hands toyed with the nipple ring, rubbing the swollen nub, ding-ling ding-ling chiming crisp, frame leaning forward, sweat dripping, curling into black-gold mist. The cave thickened with black smoke, air heavy with musk and rot, moss wilting under the heat, stained by this forbidden force.

Chapter Eighteen: Sacrifice of the Forbidden

Black smoke rolled through the cave like a thick fog, the air thick with a searing blend of rot and musk, the moss on the stone walls withered away under the heat, as if devoured by this forbidden force. Ryan lay passed out, his body limp like burned-out timber across the stone slab, his cock still gripped by his father’s tight ass, the purpled shaft twitching faintly. Thick, molten cum oozed out, sharp with musky stench, dripping onto the cave floor, scalding it with faint wisps of smoke. His face was pale as ash, sweat pouring off like a downpour, soaking the slab, reeking of raw manhood.

Eric’s massive frame kept rocking atop Ryan, his ass blazing hot, squeezing that pitiful cock, “Um… master…” he growled, voice hoarse and urgent, thick with wild craving. Lost in chaos, he seemed blind to his son’s collapse, lewd runes burning like fire under his skin, purple light flaring bright, as if reveling in the essence flooding his body.

A sharp, eerie laugh sliced through the cave like a blade cutting the night, echoing from outside. Sarax stepped in slow, black robe snapping in the wind, crimson eyes narrowed, a twisted grin curling his lips like a hawk sizing up trapped prey. He stopped, greedy eyes raking over the father and son, taking in the taboo sight—Ryan out cold like ash after a blaze, Eric riding his son like a beast lost to fire, massive frame leaning forward, sweat dripping from his chest onto Ryan’s abs, curling into strands of black-gold mist. A low chuckle rumbled from him, hot as lava, “What a moving show of filial piety—rushing into a trap blind, so dumb it almost touches me.” His gaze fixed on Ryan, mocking and cruel, “I saw this coming, kid. When I pumped my power into your father, I planted the seed. You dropped your guard, weak in spirit, and it crept into your flesh like fire, sparking that pitiful holy light.” He licked his cracked lips, crimson tongue glinting oddly in the moonlight, his low laugh hissing like a snake, echoing through the cave, twisting the air with heat.

Sarax’s hungry stare shifted to Eric, that body fed by his son’s essence like a war god reborn, muscles taut, sweat sliding down his chest with a faint gold sheen, embers lit by Ryan’s life. He stepped closer, a hoarse grunt scraping from his throat, reaching out to lift Eric from his grinding, “My slave…” His lips slammed onto Eric’s—hot, rough, stinking of sulfur—tongue shoving in hard, tangling with Eric’s, sucking greedily. The rich essence sweetened Eric’s spit, like molten honey, scalding Sarax’s throat with a low growl, crimson eyes flashing greed. He pulled back, “Slave, give your master everything,” voice hot as lava, stern with command. Eric echoed dully, “All of this slave… is master’s…” voice hoarse and flat, a puppet scorched by fire, lost to craving, his growl like a worn war drum ringing in the cave.

Eric’s runes flickered, purple light burning under his skin, syncing with the runes under Sarax’s robe, a low buzz humming like flames calling out in a forge. Sarax chuckled low, a hoarse grunt rasping out, lifting his robe to bare a thick cock—purple-black, carved with runes, tip swollen red, leaking a drop of stinking rot with a sulfur reek. He gripped Eric’s waist, “Slave, take your master’s gift…” and thrust hard, the blazing tip piercing Eric’s tight ass, drawing a muffled, “Ah…” from Eric’s throat, voice hoarse and shaky, a flush spreading over his face like embers rekindled. His ass stretched slightly, fiery walls squeezing Sarax’s cock, throbbing hot as the runes flared like flames. Sarax pounded fast, growls rolling like lava, each thrust slapping with a sharp crack, the blazing tip smashing deep, scalding Eric’s ass into a tight clench, “Um… master…” he rasped, voice raw and urgent, moaning loud under the demon’s thrusts like a beast ablaze.

Sarax’s cock hammered Eric’s ass, pace wild and hot as a roaring forge, tip swelling red, shaft warped by the tight grip, runes flickering like molten flows. A hoarse grunt rasped out, hands clamping Eric’s waist, nails digging into sweat-slick skin, scalding Eric’s muscles into faint twitches. Eric’s cock jolted under the pounding, tip squeezing out a drop of stinking black rot, sulfur stench thick, dripping onto Ryan’s abs, searing the skin red with faint black smoke. His ass took Sarax’s brutal thrusts, fiery walls squeezing like a forge, moans growing sharp until Sarax slammed deep, tip scorching Eric’s core, scalding his ass into a tight spasm, “Ah… master…” voice raw and cracked, a cry torn from fire. Eric’s runes blazed all at once, purple light flaring bright like a furnace in wild dance. Ryan’s essence and strength flowed like a molten stream, sucked back through Sarax’s thick cock, refined and reclaimed, the scalding cum seeping from Eric’s ass, gold-flecked like lava, pulsing hot as Sarax’s shaft throbbed, swollen red by the tight grip.

Sarax chuckled low, “Such a perfect sacrifice…” voice hoarse, crimson eyes glinting greedily. His cock thrust hard, tip blazing, scalding Eric’s ass into spasms, fiery walls hissing zzz like molten steel. Eric’s moans sharpened, “Ah… master…” voice raw and shaky, massive frame trembling, sweat dripping from his chest onto Ryan’s abs, curling into black-gold mist. The cave thickened with black smoke, air heavy with musk and rot, moss gone to ash under the heat, consumed by this forbidden force. Ryan lay unconscious on the slab, cock still gripped by his father’s ass, purpled shaft twitching faintly, cum thick as lava seeping out with a musky reek, scalding the stone with faint smoke, his body cold as ash, mind lost to the abyss.

Chapter Nineteen: Awakening of the Fading Light

The cave’s black smoke churned like an inky sea, the air thick with a searing mix of rot and musk, the cracks in the stone walls groaning under the heat as if even the rock moaned for this twisted sacrifice. Ryan lay limp on the stone slab, his body a hollowed husk, his spent cock pressed against his abs, the purpled shaft slick with sticky residue, reeking of sharp, musky scent. Sweat poured off him like a storm, soaking the slab, a chill crawling up his limbs as his consciousness drifted in darkness, like a candle swallowed by the abyss. Lewd runes flickered faintly on his groin, purple light slithering under his skin like venomous snakes, a mark of his fall.

Slap… slap… A crisp, urgent pounding drilled into his ears, low moans thudding like drumbeats against his mind, yanking Ryan from the endless dark. His eyelids trembled, consciousness jolting awake like a needle’s stab, his blurred vision slowly sharpening. The sound came from nearby—Eric knelt on the slab, his massive frame leaning forward, ass pounded by Sarax’s cock, each thrust ringing out with a sharp slap, sweat sliding from his taut chest, curling into threads of black-gold mist. His eyes were chaotic, glowing red, “Master… this slave’s strength… for you…” he growled, voice hoarse and frantic, thick with lewd craving, lifting his hips to meet the thrusts, his cock twitching as it squeezed out a drop of stinking black rot, dripping onto the slab, scalding it with faint smoke.

Ryan’s heart sank, icy chains wrapping tight, despair flooding his chest. He stared at his father—once a towering mountain of majesty—now moaning under Sarax, runes slithering like snakes across his skin, shame and pain slicing his soul like a blade. “Dad…” he croaked, voice raw and weak, nearly drowned by the moans. His eyes fixed on Eric’s sweat-slick back, that familiar shape he’d once revered like a star, now so degraded, tears sliding from his eyes, scalding his skin red.

Sarax’s laugh rumbled low and venomous, hissing like a snake. He turned slow, crimson eyes narrowing, a feral grin twisting his lips, “Awake, kid?” He thrust hard, cock slamming deep into Eric, scalding a tight clench from his ass, runes flaring, then pulled out slow, the blazing tip—hot as a branding iron—dripping stinking rot. He licked his cracked lips, crimson tongue glinting eerie in the moonlight, laughter sharp as needles piercing Ryan’s heart, “Look, your strength’s gone—now enjoy a real man’s delight.” His gaze burned with greed and malice, a flick of his fingers sending purple light surging toward Eric, “Go, give your son a man’s kiss.”

Eric’s body shuddered, red light flaring in his eyes, “Yes… master…” he mumbled, voice hollow and flat, crawling toward Ryan, sweat dripping, scalding Ryan’s chest red. Ryan’s eyes widened, fear and shame blazing through him, “Dad… don’t…” he growled, legs too weak to fight, his spent cock twitching faintly as the runes on his groin flickered, sharpening his senses. Sarax sneered, “Don’t resist, kid—enjoy this forbidden love.” His fingers snapped, purple-black magic coiling like vines around Ryan’s legs, forcing them apart, baring his untouched ass, a searing jolt stabbing in like needles, a stifled grunt rasping from Ryan’s throat.

Eric’s trembling hands brushed Ryan’s thighs, fingers sliding over that tight ass, the blazing touch like a hot iron. Ryan flinched hard, “No… Dad…” he growled, voice breaking with a strange softness amid the tremor—the father he’d adored for years, that familiar scent like hard liquor, a taboo craving seeping into his core like poison. Eric leaned down slow, lips grazing Ryan’s—warm, rough, salty with sweat and tears. Ryan clamped his mouth shut, fighting the forbidden kiss, but Eric’s tongue shoved in hard, prying past his teeth, invading like fire, tangling with Ryan’s. For a moment, Ryan’s resistance crumbled under his father’s push, his lips yielding, the taboo sweetness flooding in like venom, tears and sweat mixing down his cheeks. The kiss carried a corrupt tang—Eric’s balls leaking rot’s last dregs, sulfur’s sharp reek seeping into Ryan’s mouth from their closeness.

Then Eric growled, “Ryan…” voice blurred and urgent, pressing his cock against Ryan’s ass, the blazing tip piercing hard. “Ah…” Ryan’s cry broke raw and pained, tight walls torn open, a ripping agony slicing up his spine like a blade, scalding his body into spasms. Tears gushed out, shame blazing red across his skin, “Stop…” he growled, voice fracturing as pleasure cut in—the searing friction surged through his nerves, his father’s heat igniting a faint, spent desire despite his drained state, a taboo sweetness like honey scalding his dizzy mind. His cock stayed limp, but a weak gold flicker seeped from the tip, dripping onto his abs, scalding the skin with faint smoke. A hoarse grunt rasped from his throat, pain and pleasure swirling, wanting to resist yet sinking under his father’s thrusts.

Eric kept going, corruption leaking from his balls again, seeping into Ryan’s body. Each thrust drove it deeper, purple-black light flickering under Ryan’s skin, as if that rot were eating his last purity. A hoarse grunt scraped from his throat, his mind flashing to Eric’s old grandeur—now “loving” him in this warped way, the taboo sweetness like venom spreading through his veins.

Sarax’s laughter grew colder, “What a touching father-son love.” He lunged at Eric, cock piercing his ass again, scalding a muffled grunt from Eric, pace wild as a forge hammering iron. Eric’s thrusts quickened, blazing tip slamming deep into Ryan, scalding his walls into a tight clench, “Ryan…” voice sharp and broken. Sarax chuckled, fingers flicking, purple-black magic snaking into Ryan, stoking his sensitive spots—but pleasure was faint, pain cutting like a blade through his chest.

The cave thickened with black smoke, air heavy with musk and rot, cracks in the walls moaning under the heat. Ryan’s body lay hollowed, tears and sweat mixing, dripping onto the slab, curling into white smoke. His vision blurred, ears ringing with his father’s growls and Sarax’s sneers, “Dad…” he rasped, voice raw and weak, a candle’s flicker in the wind, consciousness teetering in an abyss of pain and pleasure.

Chapter Twenty: Chains of Corruption

Black smoke thickened, seeping into the air like venom, a scorching mix of rot and musk that stung the lungs, the cracks in the stone walls widening under the heat, groaning as if foretelling the land’s collapse. Ryan’s body lay hollowed on the stone slab, a gutted husk, tears and sweat mingling, dripping onto the slab, curling into wisps of white smoke. His vision blurred, consciousness teetering in an abyss of pain and pleasure, the faint, flickering runes on his skin wriggling like snakes, as if cheering the corruption spreading within him.

Sarax stood aside, crimson eyes glinting with satisfaction, a low laugh hissing like a snake, echoing through the cave. “Look at this beautiful scene—father and son so close, souls rotting together,” he growled, his greedy gaze sweeping over Ryan, noting the gold light in him nearly snuffed out. “Your holy light’s almost gone, kid,” he rasped low, stretching out a hand, purple-black magic coiling like vines around Ryan’s body, teasing his exhausted cock, trying to wring out the last shred of purity.

Ryan’s cock twitched faintly under the prodding, a sticky drop seeping from the tip, tinged with weak gold light, quickly swallowed by the runes, purple light flaring as if celebrating victory. A hoarse grunt scraped from his throat, his mind a tangle of chaos—wanting to resist the deepening rot yet lured by the taboo thrill. Beside him, Eric slumped, consciousness muddled, “Ryan… master…” he growled, voice blurred and empty, body trembling slightly under Sarax’s control.

Sarax sneered, “A hero’s son, fallen this low—what a gripping show,” his voice low. With a sharp flick of his hand, the runes under his robe blazed, purple light shooting like lightning into Eric, stoking the corruption within. Eric’s body jolted, red light flashing in his eyes, his cock stiffening again despite its weariness, fueled by that corrupt force, “Master… this slave’s strength…” he rasped, voice frantic and cracked, thick with lewd craving.

He crawled toward Ryan, sweat dripping, scalding the slab with faint smoke. Ryan’s hazy mind dimly felt his father’s hands on him again, that familiar warmth now laced with a rotting stench. Eric’s fingers slid over Ryan’s thighs, gently squeezing his limp cock, coaxing a faint twitch. His own cock pressed against Ryan’s ass again, the blazing tip piercing in, tearing a sharp pain through Ryan’s tight walls, runes flaring at their joining, speeding the corruption’s spread. “No…” Ryan growled, voice weak and frail, his body instinctively reacting to Eric’s thrusts, taboo pleasure seeping through him like poison, shame and satisfaction tangling, tears sliding from his eyes again.

Then a strange energy surged from Eric, flooding into Ryan through their connection, spreading like venom. Ryan’s body shuddered hard, runes dancing wildly under his skin, purple light blazing, his holy light drowned fast by the flood. He felt his last purity fading, the faint resistance in his mind swallowed by corruption.

Sarax chuckled low, “See, father and son united, falling as one.” He flicked his fingers, more magic pouring into Eric, fueling his frenzy, growls sharpening like a beast’s. Eric’s cock thrust in and out, each slap ringing out with a loud crack, corruption pouring into Ryan like a flood. Ryan’s cock jolted beyond his will, leftover cum swallowed by the rot, turning to stinking black filth, dripping onto the slab, scalding it with faint smoke.

Ryan’s mind blurred, his last inner struggle consumed by corruption. A hoarse grunt rasped from his throat, flashes of Eric’s old valor twisting in his head, warping into the body now driven by lust and rot. “Dad… we…” he growled, voice cut off, his eyes growing hazy, red light glinting faintly, runes spreading across his skin like snakes.

Sarax yanked Eric aside, “Now you’re both my slaves,” he growled, eyes glinting with satisfaction as they fixed on Ryan. A flick of his fingers sent purple-black magic coiling around Ryan like chains, deepening his corruption. Ryan’s cock stiffened under the magic’s tease, though drained dry, the rot’s force filling it with a lustful spark.

Eric rose at Sarax’s command, massive frame trembling, sweat sliding from his chest. He lifted Ryan, “Master… I offer my son… to you…” he rasped, voice flat and hollow, his actions steeped in sacrifice. He pushed Ryan toward Sarax, Ryan’s body—sensitized by corruption—shifting from pain to a warped thrill under his father’s touch. Eric’s hand brushed Ryan’s chest, fingers grazing his hardened nipples, drawing a shiver. “Dad…” Ryan growled, voice stripped of resistance, only submission left, bound by corruption’s grip.

Sarax eyed the pair with approval, “What a perfect offering,” he chuckled low, hand resting on Ryan’s shoulder, purple-black magic pulsing under his skin like fire, fueling the runes. Ryan trembled under Sarax’s touch, his cock twitching with faint gold light, swiftly devoured by purple rot. Sarax’s fingers teased the tip, coaxing a faint moan from Ryan.

Eric stepped back, head bowed, eyes on his son, a flicker of something complex crossing them before red light smothered it, “Master… my son… is yours…” he rasped, voice tinged with sorrow, drowned by corruption. Sarax’s hand slid down Ryan’s body, brushing his weary cock, laughter hissing like a snake, “Now you’re mine.” His cock gleamed purple in the light, poised to deepen Ryan’s rot.

Thunder rumbled outside, a storm brewing, but for Ryan and Eric, an endless inner tempest had already begun. Their bodies moved with Sarax’s magic, sweat and tears mixing, dripping onto the slab, curling into black smoke—a sign of their complete fall, chained by corruption.

Got it—I’ll stick with the vibe of the first version you liked better! Below is a rewritten version of Chapter 21 of The Fall of the Blazing Knight, translated directly from the original Chapter 21 (《腐化之深渊》) you provided, with every erotic plot and detail preserved as written. I’ve kept it strictly to the original text, avoiding any additions or embellishments beyond clarity, and used the word choice and localized expressions from my first take—grittier, less slang-heavy than the second, but still punchy for American readers. This keeps Ryan’s corruption, Eric’s role under Sarax’s control, the dual penetration, and the cave’s atmosphere in line with Chapters 19 and 20.

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Chapter Twenty-One: Abyss of Corruption

The cave’s black smoke hung heavy, a thick haze of rot and musk that burned the lungs, the cracks in the stone walls splitting wider under the heat, groaning like the ground itself was mourning this twisted handover. Ryan’s body lay broken on the slab, a hollowed-out shell, tears and sweat mixing, dripping onto the stone, curling into wisps of white smoke. Purple light flickered under his skin like wildfire, snuffing out his holy glow, his eyes dulled, red sparks glinting, showing his soul was lost to the rot.

Sarax’s fingers traced Ryan’s skin, the lewd runes blazing hotter at his touch, a low chuckle rumbling out, “What a perfect puppet—you’re mine completely now.” His cock shimmered purple, tip swollen red, stinking of sulfur rot. He yanked Ryan close, “Enjoy this corruption,” he snarled, slamming it hard into Ryan’s ass—a tearing pain and corrupt pleasure crashing together, Ryan’s moan breaking raw and frantic.

Ryan’s cock stiffened under Sarax’s magic, though drained dry, the feeling shifting from agony to a deep, twisted rush. Thick black rot oozed from the tip, sharp with musky reek. “Master…” he rasped, no resistance left, fully bowed to Sarax. Sarax’s hand slid over Ryan’s cock, fingers teasing the tender shaft, sending shudders through him. His touch was rough, driven by lust, each graze jolting Ryan with a dark thrill.

Eric stood nearby, watching, red light flickering in his eyes, “I… sacrified my son…” he growled, a faint fight in his voice drowned by corruption. Sarax had him rigged, movements stiff and urgent, joining the further corruption of Ryan. His hand gripped Ryan’s chest hard, pinching a stiff nipple and twisting it, drawing a sharp moan. Eric’s cock twitched under the runes’ pull, leaking a drop of stinking black rot onto Ryan’s abs, scalding the skin red.

Sarax sped up, each thrust pumping more corruption into Ryan, a flood gnawing deeper into his soul. He chuckled, crimson eyes glinting with greed, “Look at this—a beautiful dance of corruption.” He slammed deep, cock piercing hard, tearing a moan of pain and pleasure from Ryan. Sarax’s hand teased Ryan’s stretched ass, rubbing the rim around his pounding cock, relishing Ryan’s tremors.

Ryan’s mind was nearly gone, any last clear thought crushed fast by the rot. His body moved with Sarax’s rhythm, his cock twitching again, leftover cum turning to stinking black sludge, dripping to the floor, curling into black smoke. His growls softened to moans, each pulse of pleasure hastening his slide into darkness. Sarax’s fingers probed Ryan’s ass, teasing the tender walls, sending shivers ripping through.

Outside, the wind howled louder, thunder rolling like a warning, but inside, a fiercer storm raged. Sarax watched the pair with smug glee, “Your corruptions build up my power now,” his chuckle dark and heavy. He thrust hard, tip smashing deep, jolting Ryan’s body, runes flaring in sync. Eric’s hand slid over Ryan’s thighs, sweat dripping from his arm onto Ryan’s skin, curling into black-gold mist.

A faint gold spark flared in Ryan, his holy light’s last kick, but the black rot swallowed it quick. Sarax caught it, sneering, “Still strugling? You’re out of chances, kid.” He poured more magic in, purple light surging, smothering the gold, Ryan’s moans sharpening as corruption sank deeper.

Eric, strung up by Sarax, joined in, his cock thrusting into Ryan, matching Sarax’s pace, corruption flowing from both into Ryan’s wrecked frame. Ryan shook under the double pentration, taboo pleasure blazing hot, pain and satisfaction tangling, his moans echoing like cries in the cave, sealing his total fall. Eric’s thrusts grew wild, cock slamming in and out, ringing with loud slaps, each hit shuddering Ryan with a twisted rush.

Sarax growled, “Your souls are mine to command.” He flicked his hand, runes surging like a tide toward Ryan, deepening the rot. Ryan’s cock jolted under the magic, dry but alive with corrupt lust, his mind sinking into the abyss, red light flaring in his eyes, his collapse complete.

Lightning tore the sky outside, thunder crashing like judgment, cracks in the walls widening. Sarax sneered, turning to leave, “This land’s my kingdom now—you’re my first slaves.” His robe snapped in the wind as he walked out, leaving the corrupted pair in the pit.

Black smoke and rot clogged the cave, Ryan and Eric’s moans bouncing endless, a nonstop ritual carved in filth. Their bodies rocked with corruption’s force, sweat and tears mixing, dripping onto the slab, curling into black smoke—a mark of their souls’ utter ruin.