By Her light, by Her grace, conquer the darkness you must face.
It was a simple spell, but always effective. He had learned it early in his sermons compared to his peers in the clergy, and was always quick to fall back on it when trouble brewed. He was always told the same thing by both student and teacher alike: his skill to summon Her light to his side was proof he was blessed by Her. His travels disillusioned him over time, though, as he found an aptitude in other magics outside of the church’s regular lessons, and it occurred to him the power to summon light was not unique to his faith or any blessing he possessed. Staying strong to his teachings proved difficult, especially as he learned more and more about himself each day he spent away from the citadel and away from the church’s influence.
In his mind, he knew they would only call this corruption. He feared he could never return from his pilgrimage, knowing they would consider his changes heretical and a sign of a deeper impurity, and excommunication from the faith would be the least of his worries then. All of his childhood friends, his mentors, his family - he may never see them again. Still, knowing the judgement that would await him at home, all he could fathom doing was running away.
“You feel like actually taking a drink, or are you expecting that stuff to just start disappearing on its own?”
Theolen jolted upright, turning his gaze to the right. “Ah, sorry, I–” He stuttered on seeing his new conversation partner: a shrouded individual, dressed in loose and long garments, covering most of their body, completed with a wizard’s hat of a wide brim. What lied beneath that brim was a face of literal shadow, no skin or hairs to be seen, and all that could pass for eyes were two gleaming yellow dots, standing in stark contrast to their ethereal visage. His teachings taught of such shadow creatures, and even of varieties that took humanoid form to tempt careless travelers into their clutches. He had met many people who challenged the preconceptions of his church’s indoctrination, but never were they beings made of literal darkness.
Their eyes squinted - or at least, that’s what they seemed to do, as the shapes squished and sharpened. “Okay, seriously, though, take a drink and calm yourself down, bud…”
Theolen caught himself and did his best to recover, before giving an apologetic bow, though there wasn’t a lot of room to do so, given there wasn’t much room between their two bar stools. “I’m sorry about that! I’ve just– I had a very sheltered upbringing and haven’t met many people in my very religious town, and–”
The shrouded stranger raised their hands and shushed, “Easy, easy, buddy, it’s alright. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here; this isn’t the first time I’ve had people giving me funny looks, relax.”
Theolen raised his head. “B-but still…”
“No, I mean it,” they reassured, “don’t get so wound up over it; I’m literally a creature of darkness born from hell.”
“... So…” he glanced to the side. “Should I… I’m not sure where to go with this, then…?”
They sighed, “Alright, I’ll be straightforward with you: for the most part, my peers are demonic and selfish beings that derive pleasure off of corrupting and devouring mortals like you - physically, mentally, and spiritually. If I’m being honest, I’m not much different about that, BUT the thing is I’ve found plenty of mortals that actually enjoy that sort of shit! And since it’s not something I have to do to sustain myself or anything, and since more often than not I can just reverse whatever soul-tainting effects I inflict directly on mortals, I find it’s a lot more fun to fill someone with my transmogrifying forces over the course of a very intimate and rough night, and then just reverse it, and see if I can convince them to go again later. Like a one-night stand kinda deal~ You follow?”
Theolen blinked. It took him a moment to parse all that he just heard. Even then, he feared he wasn’t piecing it all together properly. “So… You corrupt people for fun…?”
“Yep.”
“But then you… UN-corrupt them…?”
“Yep.”
“All because…” Theoden squinted through his round glasses. “You want to corrupt them again later…?”
“Pretty much.” They shrugged. “It’s no big deal if they don’t want to go again, but usually, once they get a taste, they want seconds~!” Their eyes narrowed, in a way that almost seemed to mimic a seductive gaze. “And I think a guy like you might really enjoy it~”
He blushed at the thought. He wanted to get angry, deny what this hellspawn was suggesting. He wanted to throw himself to his feet and leave the bar in a huff. That feeling never came, though. Instead, there was a strange hunger inside him, one he didn’t want to admit was fully familiar to him. Still, he tried to feign disgust as best he could. “And why should I give you such an opportunity? If you’re so similar to your fiendish peers, then you just as well could be lying to lure me in.”
“Yep, totally could be~”
Such an effortless confession! “You’re not even going to deny it!?”
“I mean, why would I?” They shrugged again. “Would you really believe me if I said ‘no?’ If you really want to hold me to my word, the only way to do that is by giving me a try.”
Theolen grimaced, but remembered his teachings. If they’re really made of shadows… “I can cast Blessed Light.”
“... And?”
“If I feel you’ve ever gone too far, I’ll cast it on you and dispel you in an instant.”
They chuckled, “Oh okay, so sort of like a safeword, right? Not a bad idea, but you sure you don’t want an actual safeword…?”
Caught off-guard once again, Theolen stammered, “That… That doesn’t threaten you at all…?”
“Not the first cleric that I’ve taken to bed, pal,” they jested. “But I hear you: if you cast your fun little lightshow, I’ll back off, and get the lights back in order nice and quick. That sound fair?”
He pondered those terms. Part of him hated that he pondered them at all, but that part still clung to his upbringing and his teachings. It was not the part he had nurtured as of late. Instead, there was a part of him that was both feral and scholarly; a part that sought to learn more of who he was on a deeper level than his church would ever allow. This part of him that sought to feel life’s joys in ways only he could, whether in studious admiration of the worlds and the mystic arts, or through baser and more primal urges that he was taught so often to repress.
That part of him was so fucking turned on just by the thought of being corrupted by this demonic being.
He relented to this side of him, and dropped a small handful of coin on the bar. “Innkeep, I’d like a room. One with a view of the moon, please!”
They leaned against the windowsill, already halfway disrobed and arching their back to Theolen, their voluptuous shape seeming to bounce as they shifted weight from foot to foot. Though, given their nature, it’s hard to imagine they have any weight or real shape to begin with. “With a view of the moon, huh?”
“You seemed so assured that my Blessed Light wasn’t going to faze you much, so I thought I’d get some extra reassurance.” He slowly removed his shirt, his clerical tabard already on the floor.
“Oh, so you’re not much of a romantic after all, huh…?” They pouted, or he guessed that shift in expression was meant to be pouting. “Well, that’s fine by me~ If you can imagine, I’m not much one for romance myself…” They plodded to the bed, their robe slipping effortlessly off their arms and onto the floor. Theolen couldn’t help but spy their figure, ogling the healthy and curvaceous shape of their chest and belly. As his eyes fell upon their groin, they saw a disturbing heap of shade clustered in the shape of a large and girthy cock, well beyond his ability to take.
“I can tell…” he grimaced. “The whole ‘beast of evil’ deal aside, I can’t imagine anyone else who could shape their body as they pleased would sport such a… monster… if they cared much for taking things slow.”
As they flopped onto the bed, their shape splashed outward, wisps of darkness oozing down the sides and foot. Arms beneath their head, they chuckled. “You’re not worried about that thing, are you? You said it yourself: I can shape my body as I please. ‘Course, if that’s a reservation for you, now wouldn’t be a bad time for you to walk away. What I’m wanting to do will be a mite bit worse than just stretching out your tight ass~”
Theolen’s pants hit the floor, leaving his body bare to his dark partner. He silently took solace in knowing they shaped their own body to be so portly, as it relaxed his insecurities of his own weight, even if only his fellow elves would ever call someone of his size ‘fat.’ “No, I agreed to this, so I’m seeing it through. What good is my word if I can’t stand by it?”
“If you say so~” They wiggled their toes playfully. “If you want, we can do a little foreplay before we get to the real action - just to get you used to having shadows for a sex partner, and how MOUTHY I’m gonna get with you - but the moment you close that window and put out that candle there -” They point to the bedside, where a lone candle’s glow resonates across the room. “- that’s when I go all out, and we can have some real fun~!”
Theolen walked to the curtain and drew it over the window - stopping it just short, so that the slightest moon rays could peek into the room. As he took to the opposite side of the inn room, the shade whistled. His hand was just short of the candle’s flame as they spoke up: “I mean it, by the way! Just because I like getting right to the action, doesn’t mean you HAVE to! Let’s ease into this, get you a little comfier before I start invading personal spaces on a whole new level~”
He wanted to justify his haste, but nothing came to mind. Every argument he could made had holes impossible to ignore. Nothing came to mind that justified this thirst, and why it overrode any sense of fear or hesitation he should have. It went against all he learned, to actively seek out such corruption, and for nothing more than the thrill of it. All he could do was keep the indignant facade as he snuffed out the candle light, and allowed darkness to coat the room.
He turned to look at the bed, though he couldn’t find the form he expected to see. In the darkness of the room, all that was left to see of the shadow creature was a pair of beady amber eyes. Even those seemed to dissipate in time, though as they did, their shape narrowed into a more bestial and evil form. Theolen was taken aback, and his fear finally found him. What had he allowed to happen? What did he unleash unto him?
It was then that the air claimed him from the ground, and he was lifted off his feet and thrown to the bed roughly. He could barely recover himself when he felt a weight against his head, slamming it back down against the covers. He could feel their grip against their wrists and ankles, pinning them down, but as he struggled to turn his head to the right, he could see nothing binding him. Nothing but…
“I gave you fair warning, mortal…” a whisper rang out, both unsettlingly close and distant still. The rasp seemed to come from every corner of the room, surrounding him. “If you seek my dark touch so desperately, I’ll happily oblige you…”
Theolen gasped and struggled against the phantom force against him. “Damnit..! Let me go…! Where did you…!?”
“Everywhere,” they cooed. “I’m not simply made of shadows, boy… I AM the shadows. I am every inch of darkness in this room, and I can extend my reach so much further…” A pressure began to grow against Theolen’s ass. “For instance, there are places the light can never reach…”
“Hold on..!”
He gasped, as the pressure grew, and his hole began to open to the intrusion. “What was that spell you told me about earlier? You only need the words to cast it; that’s how mages like you operate, isn’t it?” He felt the shadows creep between his lips, parting them and pulling at the sides. “I said it before: you cast that Blessed Light spell, and I leave you be… I’ll leave your pretty little mouth alone, but the rest…”
Theolen yelped as the shadows seeped into his ass, filling him swiftly and deeply. He could feel them crawling and tickling inside him, as if made of several small tendrils searching for sustenance. What they found instead shot a pulse of ecstasy up Theolen’s spine, coaxing another gasp from his throat. That was all they needed to zero in on their real goal, as intense pressure struck his prostate again and again, lighting a fire inside the elf’s loins. He was barely able to grasp the sheets of the bed, wrists still pinned by the darkness.
“Does that entice you..?” The shadows cooed. “Is that all it takes to subdue you?”
Between moans of pleasure, he managed to taunt back: “Is this really all you’ve got…!? Fuck…! I can take more than this…!” Even as he spoke, the pleasure wracked his body, and he did all he could to resist the alleged corruption.
That was when he could feel something tickling against his ears.
“Oh, we haven’t even begun~ Perhaps your teachings would lead you to think differently…” The tickling began to shift into a thin pressure, slowly pushing deeper into his ear canal. “But light can never reach inside of here either~”
A sharp pain erupts on both sides of his head before swiftly being silenced, replaced by a queer satisfaction, as if an itch he could never scratch inside his head was being given due attention at last. His eyes glazed over for a moment, as he struggled fighting against this delight. Between the rough shadowy invasion behind him and the tickling of his brain from his sides, he was failing to maintain control of his willpower, slipping and succumbing to his now-inevitable fate. And - Her Mercy find him - he was enjoying it! There was little he could do to tell himself otherwise now.
“Ahh…! Ahh~! More..! Right there..!” His protestations had fully transformed to pleading. Minutes ago, he would never fathom falling so far, but he wasn’t sure he was able to resist anymore.
“There we go…” The raspy call of darkness now seemed so comforting to him. “A man of faith so swiftly tempted… But what if I told you there was more to come, mortal?”
He was done playing at resistance. “Please… Keep going..!”
“Are you certain? Where’s that defiance and caution you came to me with?”
“I don’t care anymore..! Hah…!” There was still a part of him that knew he could turn back, he could still cast Blessed Light, but why would he? This felt so good…! “I want more, please! Do what you want with me..!”
The laughter was hauntingly beautiful, as it bounced around the pitch walls. “There’s something almost pitiful to this~! What dark desires have you left repressed for so long to give in so willingly to my touch now?” The itching in his head grew, reaching deeper inside of him, finding new spots to scratch. The delight intensified, becoming an almost painful roar in the depths of his skull, as the shadows hissed, “Embrace those desires! Deny your old ‘righteous’ vows and offer them anew to your new Master!”
Every step before, he seemed so convinced he was already being corrupted, but now, as he could feel his every thought, every memory, every speck of knowledge blacken and infect with this demonic will, the truth had become all the clearer: he was always corrupted and only now corrupted. There was no specific point in his past where this creeping desire to be broken down and remade in a darker image began, for it was always written he would become this, and so of course he had always sought it out. He existed for this moment where he would be unmade, and as the pieces of him convulse in agonizing ecstasy beneath the touch of his Master, he would be selfishly pieced together in Their image for him. He threw his head into the air, as tears streamed down his face, panting feverishly as his physical form ignited in passion and his mentality crumbled in his Master’s ink black touch.
Both erupted and shattered under the weight of his orgasm. Ropes of liquid rapture erupted from his aching cock behind him, twitching furiously as his desire fully consumed his conscious will. He couldn’t fathom fighting back anymore, not against his Master. He existed to entertain and serve his Master, after all, and his reward was the buzzing contentment in his brain Master gifted all who served Them, and the occasional mind-breaking orgasm when They grew bored.
Though, just as the acceptance of his new-and-inevitable purpose seeped into his mind, he felt that surrender slowly seep away. His body floated gently, flipped around and placed softly upon the bed beneath him, head seated on the pillow. Curious, Theolen moved his arms, to find his Master was no longer holding him. The hiss of a match struck reverberated, before the candle light returned to the inn room. He tilted his head over to find the shape of the shadow creature that greeted him not even an hour ago, though Master’s old form felt like it graced him eons ago…
Master…? When did he…?
“Alright, I had my fun~” They sighed. “And it sure looked like you did too~! Look:” their arm pointed to the wall opposite them, where a sizable stain of white was crawling down to the floor. “I know you didn’t get a very big room, but you shot that from the foot of the bed! Insane, right?”
“What…” his mind felt scrambled; even as they spoke, it felt like two identities were clashing with each other inside him. The outside world only confused him further. “What’s… going on…?”
“Shh, shh…” they cooed into his ear. “Sorry, aftercare for this kinda thing takes a minute, plus I might’ve gotten a bit rougher with your mind than I realized. Just rest for a bit, alright, buddy? You did awesome~”
Just enough of his mind still seemed to belong to his corrupting partner that it obeyed so effortlessly. Even as sleep took him, though, he could feel that subtle twinge of concern inside him: was he really going to fall asleep with this shadow creature beside him, leaving himself open for them to do what they please to him..?
As his eyelids shut and he faced a familiar darkness, he admitted that might not be so bad.