He's going to lose his mind... So much pleasure, all rolled into one... All he wanted to do was fuck and fuck for the rest of his–
"GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF, YOU FOOLISH MORTAL!!" Kestral's voice rings through Dryvus' head like a gong, warhorn, and banshee screech all rolled into one. Dryvus clutches at his head and screams, like he can actually hear the sounds, and collapses backwards in pain, the tentacle cocks retracting into his body in terror. He curls up in a foetal position on the floor, moaning and cursing. "I think I'll stop the corruption there. You're inclined enough to rape every opponent you see now. Just remember that your body will continue to change the more times you have sex with that succubus." He says, his voice breaking off as he shuts down the connection.