Through the blackness he trekked, the dark air flooding the seemingly endless corridors growing thicker with each step. Had it not been for the enhanced sight granted to him by the jewel at his chest, he surely would've been blinded by the lack of a lightsource.
Erviel's grip tightened around the dagger, lavender eyes examining his surroundings as he neared the exit of the most recent corridor he'd been walking through. Compared to the cramped hall, he'd entered into an expansive chamber that he couldn't see the end of, although there were large entrances to his right and left. Wide stone pillars jutted up from the ground, extending upwards into a thick sky of darkness.
The room was not entirely free of ruin, as evidenced by the vast piles of rubble strewn about; no doubt the remains of decimated pillars. The whole place seemed more like a decrepit old temple than a crypt, although it wasn't entirely out of place from an architectural standpoint.
That kobold was right, he had to admit. The further he walked, the stronger the feel of Corruption in the air. Although he highly doubted he was anywhere near the actual source of it.
His steps froze to a halt after another few moments of walking, gaze settling intently upon a large obelisk situated behind a raised obsidian plinth. The obelisk seemed quite unremarkable, though the unusual presence of runic script which trailed along the plinth and onto the obelisk seemed to signify it was a monument to some higher being.
As Erviel paused to decide which pathway to take, a burst of footsteps accompanied by a strange ritualistic chanting littered with moans echoed throughout the open chamber. Peering out from behind the monument, his eyes narrowed as they shot to the gothic archway far in front of him; a moderately sized group of robed figures clad in black masks approaching from the darkness of a fourth passage.
His maw parted into a gleeful smile, though he knew he couldn't stay out in the open. Having been obscured by the large obelisk, finding another place to hide proved to be of little difficulty with all the stone pillars littering the chamber.
Crouched to the ground behind an intact pillar near enough to watch, he tugged at his hood as he observed the group gather before the strange monument. Counting about thirteen figures in total, Erviel found himself curious at a strange cocoon a small portion of the group were carrying together over their heads; which he immediately recognized as a humanoid creature bound by thick strands of Corruptive goo.
With the thickness of the bindings alone, he couldn't tell if the creature in question was some poor old human or a Corrupted beast. While it thrashed every now and then, any possible sounds were overpowered by the mass of chanting from the masked cultists; with said thrashing coming to an end upon being heaved atop the plinth before the obelisk.
With haste one of the robed figures stepped forth before the plinth and bound mass, furred arms matted with Corruptive residue revealed as it raised a strange gem-like orb the color of blood overhead.
The revelation of the orb appeared to spur the ritualistic chants of the cultists onwards, who disrobed eagerly upon being granted a gesture by their makeshift leader; though they continued to don their masks. Scales, fur, feathers, and other distinct bodily attributes were bared to all, as were the hard cocks of the predominantly male members. It was clear some had been fondling themselves needfully the entire trek through, as evidenced by spurts of Corruptive essence already leaking from their tips.
The majority of his cohorts devolving into lust-filled growls, the leader of the small group had been the only one to refrain from explicit displays of self pleasure; his dark chanting growing louder by the second upon setting the orb delicately atop the plinth beside the squirming cocoon.
Retreating behind the plinth, an indiscernible slew of words rang out from behind the cultist leader's mask; the flood of wet moans from its Corrupted brethren growing as they reached climax.
Orgasming with loud cries, the black seed spilling forth from the sausage-fest of cultists gathered into a large puddle before the obsidian structure; the orb atop glinting with a sinister crimson glow, which seemed to spur the cocooned being into a frenzy.
Erviel found himself... admittedly quite mesmerized by the scene. It hadn't taken him long to realize that his claws were already teasing at the vaginal slit between his legs, sensual squeaking emphasized by the thick goo he'd begun to secrete.
"N-No…"
The squeaking of his scales came to an end as he pulled his hand away with a stifled hiss, lavender eyes clenching shut.
There wasn't time for that.
He needed to think of something.