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"Hah! You should've seen how easy it was." Argyle's boasts were accompanied by the clink of gold, the adventurer having chosen to pay for the drinks of all the men in the tavern. It certainly got him the attention he craved; the rogue was surrounded by both men and women, laughing along to his tales and clinking their drinks with his.

Whether or not they actually found his stories amusing or if they simply enjoyed the free flow of drinks wasn't actually clear. Argyle was a simple man, however, and not one that particularly cared - as long as he was getting the sort of attention he desired, it didn't really matter how he got it.

"Those kobolds are practically blind," he continued, waving around the sack of gold in a slightly-drunken stupor. He barely even noticed the few gold coins that fell out, quickly snatched up by some poor bastard. "Walked straight past some of them! Don't know what they were thinking, but easy money for me, and free drinks for all you great folks." He held up a mug of his ale, basking in the cheers of the men around him.

It was just too bad that none of the girls in the tavern were particularly good looking, really. A pretty girl would make his night, if he could only exaggerate his exploits and seduce her. Still, he had ale and a group of adoring fans for now - that was more than enough to sustain him, and he could always use some of the spare gold he had to hire a whore at the nearby brothel.

"Those kobolds must be blind," Argyle continued, shaking his head with a laugh. "Walked right in front some of them - didn't even get a blink! Poor bastards won't have any money for this winter, not that there's anything they could do with that gold, anyway." He grinned at the men surrounding him. "No good merchant would let them purchase goods, am I right? Pests, the lot of them."

More cheers, nods of approval. Argyle puffed out his chest - and particularly so when he noticed that there was, in fact, a rather beautiful lady in the corner who was staring at him with approval. Her cheeks were flushed slightly in what his drunken mind thought to be arousal, and she beckoned at him, perky breasts jiggling slightly underneath clothing that was far too tight for her.

Perhaps if he had been entirely sober, he would have noticed the warning signs. The woman didn't quite look real, and she didn't exactly follow the laws of physics; she was his ideal fantasy, moving in all the right ways to make his dick stir underneath the leather armor he wore, and he coughed slightly.

"Pardon me, gentlemen," he says, glancing around at the men who, in his mind, were eagerly awaiting the next part of his tale. "It seems my next adventure awaits me in the bedroom. Hah!"

Drunk as he was, he ignored groans and irritated glances that a few patrons of the tavern shot at him, and basked instead in the cheers as he dropped yet another sack of gold on the table. Alright, perhaps he was wasting a little more gold than he should, but it wasn't like he couldn't just go back to the tribe and steal more. Those pathetic little creatures could do barely anything to stop him, anyway.

"I am Argyle." The adventurer approached the lady with a charming grin, lifting her hand up to kiss it on the knuckles. "Might I know the name of the fair lady before me?"

She giggled softly, her voice soft and lilting - a voice that perfectly matched the blonde, wavy hair and her sparkling blue eyes. "Lily," she told him, stepping a little closer to him to bask in his manly scent and presence. "I heard your tale. You are quite the brave adventurer..."

"Ah, but the lands around are not the only adventure I seek," Argyle grinned, winking at the more petite lady. One rough hand gently pulled around her waist, pulling Lily closer to his body. "Perhaps you could join me in bed, and give me new land to conquer?"

Lily pressed a small hand against his chest, her smile shy and inviting. "You honor me, sir Argyle."

"It is I who should be honored, with a pretty lady such as yourself." Argyle nudged against the fair lady, his elbow not-entirely-accidentally brushing up against one of those perky breasts. She giggled again, the sound tantalizing to the rogue; he could feel his cock press up against his leathers, already starting to leak with his excitement. There was nothing better than a willing girl after a good adventure... Or in this case, after a good theft. Good thing the kobolds had been so willing to oblige.

"I have a room upstairs," Lily suggested, one of her smaller hands grabbing on to Argyle's larger, rougher palms. She slowly tugs him in the direction of the stairs, almost as though she was eager, impatient - and Argyle could only smirk at the implications. To think he'd meet such a willing lady this early in his career! He should have started adventuring earlier.

"Then let us proceed, so that I may give your body the worship it deserves." Argyle grinned down at Lily, giving her a roguish wink, and she had to hide her smile behind a hand.

As they entered the room, however, Lily hesitated. She removed her hand from Argyle's, looking a little shy, and the adventurer's heart sank slightly in his chest. Would she be so cruel as to deny him at the last minute? He had had his fair share of women who had changed their minds at the last moment, whether to be faithful to a husband or simply because they felt they weren't ready, and though he always respected their wishes it left him horribly frustrated.

"I... have a request, sir Argyle," Lily spoke, wringing her hands behind her back. Argyle let out a small sigh of relief, giving her what he hoped was a charming grin. Strong arms folded behind his back as he made sure to flex just slightly, teasing her with the large muscles that flexed on his frame and the faint dusting of hair on his skin.

"Speak it, my lady, and I shall do my best to fulfill whatever it is you wish." Though his words were patient, there was a clear sort of need in his eyes. He hid it well, but Lily could tell it was present, and she smirked in response.

"It is just... you are such a strong man, I am not sure I would be comfortable if you simply had your way with me." Lily wrung her hands together, the perfect picture of a shy, nervous girl - complete with a faint blush on her cheeks. "And I am shy about my body... Could you perhaps permit me to tie you down and blindfold you? I would not like you to see what I am when I indulge my lusts. It is... unladylike."

She bowed her head. Argyle smiled, his cock twitching with excitement within his clothing. He'd braced himself for disappointment, but he hadn't expected Lily to be just as kinky as he was - she might have hidden her desires behind an excuse, but it was a flimsy excuse at best. She simply wanted to tie him up and control him, have her way with him...

And he was more than willing to provide. He coughed to hide the faint blush that had begun to rise in his own cheeks, folding his arms behind his back. "W-well. If that is what milady requires to feel comfortable..." He trailed off. She smiled, nodding slightly at him, and he tried to hide his reddening face.

"Very well, then. Do with me as you wish."

He tried to sound reluctant, but he was clearly far from it. There was a very evident bulge in his leathers, and even if that hadn't been clearly visible, the smell of arousal was thick in the air. Lily smiled.

"Then why don't you take off your clothes for me? Show me that big, strong body of yours..."

Argyle gulped softly, but obeyed. He was slow in the removal of his leathers, first undoing the straps and pulling off the torso pieces to reveal a slightly hairy chest, built with muscle. Next came the boots, then the pants - and Lily gasped softly when his thick, meaty package was revealed, bouncing slightly in the air.

"My, my..." she whispered softly, and Argyle grinned with pride.

"Never quite seen an adventurer like myself, have you?" he boasted. She shook her head softly, giving him a smile.

"I have not. You are impressive, sir Argyle." Lily seemed almost tempted to reach out and touch the adventurer's package, but restrained, instead pulling out some rope from her dress. Argyle grinned at that; he did like a lady that was prepared, and it implied she had experience that would make his time with her all the more fun.

She tied him up with surprising skill, wrapping rope around his hands and his wrists so that even the slightest movement was barely possible - an impressive feat, given the man's strength. He could barely struggle, and that was just the way he liked it.

Apparently, it was just the way Lily liked it as well. He couldn't help but stare at her mouth, the way those full lips parted in a way that was almost lewd... he'd miss the sight, but it was worth it, picturing what she'd do to him with her mouth. He grinned, his cock practically aching as she wrapped the blindfold around his eyes.

As soon as the blindfold was on, however, Lily's disguise slipped off. The kobold underneath stretched out a bit, glad to be free of his illusion. It always made him itch if he stayed under the cloak of his magic for too long - it was just how magic interacted with his scales. Livaen hissed between his teeth, pleased that his ploy had worked so well.

The kobold was entirely naked underneath his illusion, and his own little cock was throbbing with arousal, albeit for a different reason than the man currently tied up on his bed. Argyle thought he would get a lovely lady to service him; he had no idea that a kobold illusionist was in fact staring at him greedily, picturing what the male would look like when submissive and needy. It wouldn't take long for his magic to seep in; he just needed the appropriate triggers to force the man's mind into submission.

Livaen grinned. He had many, many plans in mind for that - it was just a matter of bringing them to fruition. The kobold climbed onto the bed, his nimble body easily avoiding brushing against Argyle's skin and tipping him off that something was wrong. A scaled, reptilian ass positioned itself just above the man's mouth, Livaen spreading his cheeks wide to expose his pucker.

"Why don't you give me a little kiss, sir Argyle?" he spoke, forcing his voice through a magical filter. It came out smooth and sultry, like Lily's voice would have if she'd gained confidence from having a man tied up beneath her. Argyle shuddered visibly at the sound, his cock twitching.

"Of course, my lady," he muttered softly. He leaned up, pressing a kiss to what he imagined to be her lips -

Only to instead taste bitter musk and feel scales press against his lips. It took him a moment to register what had happened before he was coughing and gagging, realizing exactly what it was he'd just pressed his mouth against. Or, well, at least that he wasn't kissing anyone's face. "L-Lily?"

"Oh, there's no Lily around," Livaen responded, his voice now reptilian, a faint hiss heard in the back of his throat. The kobold snickered, leaping nimbly off the bed and staring smugly at the tied-up adventurer. "You know, for someone who claims to so easily steal from a kobold tribe, you sure are easily fooled, aren't you?"

Argyle froze. His mind raced for a second - that was a kobold's voice for sure, and now that he was paying attention to the weight on his bed, the mattress hadn't dipped nearly as much as it should have if a grown woman had climbed onto him. A part of him told him to call for help.

Only he'd just been telling tales of how he had conquered a tribe and stolen from them all on his own. If he called for help now, he would be seen as pathetic, a liar who deserved to have his fate handed to him. No, whatever he did, he couldn't do that - he would have to try to find some other way out of this.

"U-um..." he started. "I don't suppose I can talk my way out of this?"

"No," Livaen snorted, flicking a finger against the human's skin to a yelp. "What do you think I am? A common human? You can't hope to bribe me. I have my plans for you, and you'll submit to them."

"I don't know what you want," Argyle told him. "But the money I stole is all in my clothes and in the sacks downstairs. I don't have any more."

"What use do you think we have for gold?" Livaen rose a brow. Argyle couldn't see what he was doing, but the kobold was moving around the room a bit, stroking his cock freely and letting his precum drip onto the floor. The musky scent drifted through the room and seeped into the rogue's mind, although he wasn't aware of it. "You were right, you know. The merchants don't bother selling things to us. That gold is only there so we can lure in humans like you."

"What do you need humans for?" Argyle said, desperate. "I'm sure I can find someone else for you-"

"Why would we want anyone else?" Livaen's voice was teasing. "You're the one that stole from us. You're the one that should pay the price."

"And what price might that be?" the human questioned. There had to be a way out of this. He just had to be clever about it...

"You'll have to please us until we feel your debt is repaid, of course," Livaen answered, his tone smug. "Or did you not realise how much you enjoyed kissing my ass, there?" The kobold snickered.

Argyle blanched. He hadn't done any such thing... Had he? Thinking back to the moment, he'd initially assumed that he was kissing a woman, and he'd kissed Livaen's pucker with the same passionate fervour he would have used for Lily. It wasn't until he'd felt the scales around his lips that he'd stopped; before that, he'd just thought she had a particularly unique taste, and he hadn't disliked it...

He shook his head, uttering a low growl. With his blindfold on, Argyle couldn't see the way the kobold mage's hands glowed with a faint blue light, almost as though he was casting a spell of some sort.

"I think I'm going to enjoy your mouth for now," the kobold announced suddenly. He leapt back up on the bed and sat himself down on Argyle's face, ignoring the startled gasp that he drew from the adventurer. It only worked to his advantage, anyway. That dark, musky scent went straight into his nose and affected his brain, making the human shiver as a wave of unnatural arousal poured through him. His cock, which had begun to go flaccid, abruptly stiffened again.

Livaen could only grin. He leaned back, steadying himself against the headboard and making sure that Argyle would be able to breathe - but with how tightly he was bound, the rogue couldn't quite get away from being forced to press his lips against the kobold's ass. The only question was whether or not the human would give in to his desires and worship his ass...

But he had a way to fix humans that were particularly stubborn. It helped, of course, that kobold musk had its own naturally addictive properties; there was a reason many kobolds were hunted down. But Livaen had illusory magic to guide him, magic that could directly affect the minds of his targets.

The kobold, of course, used it to enhance the scent of his musk. He guided the Argyle's mind, nudging his thoughts in just the right direction. It whispered fantasies into his mind; told him that it wouldn't hurt if he just took a little taste, since he'd already done it anyway. What was wrong with doing it again, if he would be able to get out of his predicament? Heck, maybe if he pleased the kobold enough, he might be offered more gold.

Livaen had told him that the kobolds didn't have much use for gold, after all. There was no reason a partnership with the kobold tribe wouldn't be beneficial. And the kobold musk might have been bitter, but... it was surprisingly manly, too. It wasn't so much the scent of a kobold as it was the scent of a dragon; strong, powerful, manly...

It seemed to whisper to his mind that he should resist.

Livaen grunted and groaned a bit as he leaned back, his hand slowly stroking up and down his cock as the human kept his lips stubbornly closed. He wiggled his ass a little here and there, tempting Argyle into giving in, but the man was proving to be remarkably resistant - at least, until he inhaled deeply to get a breath of air, and he moaned with a surprised sort of pleasure.

Where before he had tasted only bitter musk was now an intoxicating, delightful scent, one that made him shiver with excitement and his cock throb with arousal. He couldn't help but want more, couldn't help but open his mouth and let his tongue dart out for a taste. It was just one, he told himself; it wouldn't mean anything.

What he hadn't expected, perhaps, was for the kobold's ass to taste so surprisingly... good. He didn't know if the kobold had prepared himself, or if he had simply used magic to alter his taste, or if his senses were simply being fooled - but it while the taste was strong, it wasn't unpleasant. It was...

It was the taste of submission more than anything else, really. Why else would he be worshipping some lower creature's ass? It wasn't because he specifically enjoyed the taste, though he was finding that he did; it was because he was their bitch, willing to give the kobolds whatever pleasures they desired.

Except those weren't his thoughts. Argyle struggled. He might have been new to adventuring, but he wasn't so new as to fall for a trick like that. He understood magic that affected the mind.

Livaen, on the other hand, wasn't particularly concerned. He groaned softly at the feeling of the male's lips against his ass, wiggling slightly so that he would be able to feel that warm, wet tongue pressing against his entrance. His hand moved up and down his cock slowly, precum dribbling down his shaft and onto Argyle's chin.

"Tastes good, doesn't it?" the kobold spoke, his tone conversational. "You might not think it now, but it's only a matter of time before you submit to me - and I have so many pleasures I need you to fulfill..."

"I won't..." Argyle's voice was muffled against the kobold's ass. He couldn't deny, however, that the smell turned him on; he couldn't quite remember the last time he'd been this aroused, and it made it hard for him to focus, to think. He didn't understand what it was about the bitter, sweaty scent that attracted him so, but he couldn't prevent himself from taking a deep, heavy sniff...

And then another, and then a third. He couldn't help but groan softly, his muscles bulging as he strained to reach for his cock, but the ropes had been tied too tightly around him. There was nothing he could do, though he thrust his hips up in the air in a desperate search for friction. Livaen chuckled to himself, slick fingers still tracing up and down his own shaft.

"Already giving in?" The kobold shook his head slightly, shifting himself so that his ass pressed further down on the human male's face; he heard a soft whimper, a desperate little moan, and he smiled. "You know, even I expected you humans to take longer than that to give in. Finally discovering how much you love kobold ass, hm?"

He couldn't quite hear the response, muffled as it was. He suspected it was a curse of some sort, and yet he felt the human's tongue dart out and lick against his entrance. It was tentative at first, but the salty taste seemed to get to him; he could feel the human shudder underneath him, his tongue licking across the tight hole, spreading it apart to press slightly into his entrance...

Humans weren't naturally graced with a particularly long tongue, but the spell he'd placed on Argyle was already having an effect. He could feel the human's tongue thinning out slightly, extending a little further into his passage, and with the increased sensitivity... Well, Argyle couldn't help but push forward all the more eagerly.

"Poor human," Livaen sniggered. "You just can't control your lust, can you? I could tell you what I was really doing and you still wouldn't be able to stop..."

Argyle groaned softly. He wanted to protest, wanted to ask Livaen exactly what the kobold was up to - but he couldn't. The kobold was right. He was entirely at the mercy of his own lusts, now, and his lusts told him to give the kobold the worship he deserved. He barely even noticed it as flesh turned to scale on his body, as his spine slowly began to shrink and his hair receded back into his pores...

No, all he could focus on was the sheer sensuality of the worship he was providing. The world around him melted away, revealing a horde of kobolds watching and stroking themselves off, snickering amongst themselves. Argyle might not have been able to see a thing with his blindfold on, but he could nevertheless hear them.

Rather than turn him off or worry him, it only turned him on all the more. It didn't help that their presence and the precum dripping from their cocks filled up the room with a scent that made him feel almost woozy, somehow even stronger than the musk from Livaen's ass. He couldn't help but breathe it in, sniff deep. As he did, his nose extended outwards into a snout, giving him a slightly better sense of smell.

Enough to make his cock spontaneously twitch and orgasm, the intensity of it overwhelming his now-simplified mind. He didn't quite realise it, of course, but his more human instincts were slowly getting replaced by that of a kobold's. He still kept his mind, his human thoughts, but his instincts and desires...

Those changed completely.

The kobold clan he'd chosen to invade had needed to repopulate for a while, now - and what better way was there to fill their ranks than with thieves who thought they could take advantage of some kobolds just because they were smaller and weaker? As a clan without any women, they needed someone to take their frustrations out on.

Argyle, of course, would make the perfect little pet. It helped that he was being imbued with the most basic of kobold instincts - not so much their minds, but a desire for submission that was usually reserved for dragons. Their larger, reptilian counterparts were revered amongst kobolds, but in a human mind, it changed into a simple desire for any reptilian body.

It explained, at least, the sudden enthusiasm with which he began to lick into Livaen's butt. His half-transformed body shuddered with delight as he finally allowed himself to give in , licking eagerly at Livaen's tailhole and shoving his tongue in as deep as it would go. He could feel those tight muscles wrapping around his tongue, making it almost impossible for him to properly worship the kobold.

He tried anyway, of course. His tongue wriggled about inside the kobold's passage, slick with his own saliva and pressing against all those sweet spots. He could hear Livaen moaning above him, the kobold's back arching as he shuddered with pleasure; his hand was jerking up and down even faster on his shaft, and he could feel his master's body shaking and twitching above him as he gave himself to his pleasure.

Livaen came after only a moment of this, gasping out his pleasure as his cum splattered onto his chest. It dripped slowly down his scales, the other kobolds cheering at the show, and he gave them a grin and a bow as he hopped off Argyle's changing body.

The changes had come far. Now that Argyle had allowed himself to completely give in to the pleasure - to the desire to submit - he was changing even faster than before. His skin cracked and patterned itself out to be like scales, layering over itself to give him newfound protection and sensitivity. The shape of his skull changed even further, became more lizardlike, and where perhaps he should have been horrified he could only feel a strange sense of... rightness.

As though this was the way he'd been meant to be. Little spikes and protrusions stretched out along his back, a more draconic feature amongst this particular kobold tribe, and his flesh-coloured scales began to deepen into a more pleasing red. He felt his fingers molding together, becoming a little thicker but stronger.

His feet grew and bent, extra joints appearing along the skeleton and somehow forcing his skin to move along with it. It should have hurt; it felt almost like his bones were breaking inside his body, and yet all he could feel was a disarming pleasure at the sensation. It was almost like his body wanted to change.

A tail erupted from his back even as his feet began to split, five toes on each foot melding together to form three larger ones instead. Formerly fleshy soles became instead leathery ones, slightly rough and calloused as though he'd lived his entire life as a kobold. His tail couldn't help but whip about him in excitement, even as his own cock dripped with pleasure.

Argyle wasn't sure, but he thought he could smell his own scent in the room, as well. It made him moan and shudder, and for a moment, fear struck him. Would he always smell his scent like this? If the mere smell of a kobold was enough to get him aroused... would he be constantly submissive, constantly eager to be fucked and made use of, to worship the ass and feet of any kobolds that wanted to make use of him?

He didn't know. Argyle tried to struggle, but whatever ropes had been used to tie him up had clearly been enchanted - they were able to conform to his new form without any problem at all, somehow still restricting his movements enough for him to be unable to escape. This was despite the fact that his wrists and hands were much smaller than they were before; he tried tugging at them, but he was still just as trapped, as though his bonds had shrunken together with him.

The newly-formed kobold let out a little whine as he struggled, much to Livaen's amusement. "There you have it," the kobold spoke, bowing slightly to his fellow tribesmen. All watched him with reverence, some of them still masturbating to the show that the horny little kobold in the background was providing as he squirmed for friction. "The first trial of my transformative spell. What do you think?"

An elder kobold stepped forward, his scales darkened with age. "It is impressive," he allowed. "And would solve many problems with the lack of female kobolds in our clan. Are you certain that the spell will stick? He will remain this way, yes?"

"Of course." Livaen grinned, patting Argyle on the head. The former human groaned, barely even aware of what was happening; he'd regain his thoughts soon enough, but even then he would never be able to throw off the curse of the kobold instincts placed upon him. He'd always be eager and horny, not just for any man, but for kobold men specifically. It ensured that he would never leave their tribe. Why leave when he could only get what he craved in one place?

Truthfully, Livaen was surprised that their illusory ploy had worked as well as it had. Humans, apparently, had little to no magical resistance of their own; when Argyle had attempted to sneak into their camp, he'd easily ensnared the man in a larger illusion, making him think he'd successfully stolen a large pile of gold to sell. In reality, he'd grabbed nothing more than a handful of dirt, and instead earned himself a lifetime of servitude in the tribe to make up for his attempted misdeed.

"Why don't you guys have your fun, now?" Livaen smiled. He snapped his fingers, and the ropes that were keeping Argyle held tight vanished. The kobold seemed for a moment as though he might try to escape, to run away - but as he looked at the crowd of kobolds surrounding him, he gave in to a much deeper, much more basic desire instead.

His tongue licked out desperately at dozens of cocks and holes over the next few hours, filling his nostrils with the scent of kobold musk and getting his scales covered in their seed. He didn't care that he was dirtier than he had ever been, that he was now little more than a pet to an entire tribe of kobolds; as far as he was concerned, he was getting more pleasure than he had had in his lifetime. It all felt so good....

And as Livaen watched the other kobolds crowd around the thief, each having their way with him in their own way - some taking his mouth with their cocks, others forcing him to worship their ass, and yet others taking their pleasure with his hole - he grinned. This was only the beginning of his plans. Kobolds weren't quite at the place they should be in the hierarchy just yet, but with his powers?

That was something that could very easily be remedied.