The vial was too valuable to leave behind. Whatever made that sound came from the direction Issac had originally come from. He’d have to go down the same hall those cultists had gone down and eventually make his way back.
Carefully, he allowed his chest cavity to open up, taking the vial inside of him and gingerly secured it inside him, wrapping several of his vines around it to ensure it was properly contained. Whatever it was, he didn’t exactly want it to leak inside him until he knew more about it.
Cocks still leaking as he moved, Issac followed the opposite corridor down, leaving the strange ritual site behind. It was hard trying to be both stealthy and fast, especially in his body, but he managed as best he could. Putting as much distance from him to the ritual site as he could.
Although his mind was clearing now that he was out of the musky basin room, he still couldn’t think straight. The vial’s effects were affecting him even more that that it was stored inside him, almost begging to be used. His cocks throbbed and after what felt like agonizing hours of walking through these corridors Issac eventually gave into temptation. Using two of his hands to stroke himself, Issac found his progress down the corridors to nearly stop as the pleasure of touching himself combined with the effects of the stored vial forcibly shutting off any other thoughts.
Why think about anything else? He couldn’t hear any more strange sounds, the original basin room was far away by now, he was safe, he could afford some more time to himself.
His cocks leaked, spurting out their corruptive essence as Issac devoted himself to carnal pleasure. His lower hands concentrated fully on jacking off his monstrous cocks whilst his upper limbs eagerly explored himself , squeezing his nipples in ecstasy. Issac found himself resting against the wall, moaning loudly as his cocks were endlessly pleasure and two of his vine tendrils starting to eagerly poke themselves into his receptive hole.
Issac was so lost in his lustful daze, he didn’t notice his chocker of purity begin to glow brightly, shining a dark light that almost seemed to absorb any light than give off it. From his chest sprouted a single tendril that thickened as it lengthened from Issac’s body. Controlled by a alien consciousness, the tendril formed a spherical bulb on the end, roughly the size of a large fist. Without Issac’s knowledge, the tendril almost forcefully inserted itself into Issac’s moaning maw, instantly plugging up Issac’s mouth and muting his loud bestial moans that had been echoing throughout the hallways. Issac was none the wiser on this development, still furiously thrusting his hips in the air as he jacked off.
His huge ballsack was finally having a chance to empty itself of its tasty goods, his cocks pumping out his essence at a fast rate, the floor around him quickly forming a large puddle of cum.
Issac’s mind was so overcome with lust, images of Ilvir, Nix, and a seemingly infinite sea of depraved fantasies and desires that he never noticed the two cultists watching him a short distance away, peeking from behind the wall of a hallway intersection.
Both of them were fully corrupt creatures, one of them a anthropomorphic wolf with four pairs of nipples and a long black equine cock, the other, a male deer rabbit creature with a pair of majestic antlers and two cocks, both feline in nature. Together they looked at the sight with awe and lust, jacking themselves off at the sight of the powerful beast ahead of them working its huge cocks.
They were both sent to scout around for whatever had caused the disturbance of the ritual and stolen their precious vial, and once they had found a trail of highly potent cum, they knew they were on to something.
...But something as magnificent as this! They couldn’t believe it!
They both knew that this creature was not one of the dreaded guardians but instead a powerful creature of corruption. They even noticed it possessed a strange artifact, although they had trouble making it out at this distance.With it’s help and its powerful cum, they could complete the ritual with ease!
The thought of the rituals completion sent both of them into a even greater rut. Their cocks, dwarves compared to the beast’s own manhoods, throbbing eagerly as they leaked their own corrupt fluids. They would have to bring this beast back to their leader.
Judging by how it was muffling its own moans using its own tendril and its black metal armor, it had to have some intelligence. Perhaps that means it could be reasoned with? Maybe even become a ally to them? But how would they be able approach the beast without provoking it? And if it turned out to be feral or hostile, how would they bring it back to their lair?
After a soundless discussion using a series of complicated hand gestures, the two cultists agreed on what to do, they would...