Chief Concerns
#3 of Dial it to Elven
With a new people to worry about, Lyari turns to the task of making sure his followers have proper direction and he's starting with old friends.
Rhaal sat over a pile of stone tablets as he'd done several nights each week since Lyari had disappeared. The trackers had placed him near one of the local lakes but after that not even magic seemed to be able to find him. Their tribe was small so a loss of even one of their numbers was felt even if that member was willful and resistant to joining in with the tribe at large. He hoped to find some kind of clue in what the boy was working on when he left...or worse...taken...but whatever he was working on was gone as well. He'd have to explain that to the High Elven delegates when they came calling for the records they had sent. Hopefully they already had copies of their own so they could take a look and shed some light on the whole event.
The tribe, to its credit, took the knowledge well. They held a day of mourning a week after Lyari was gone, they'd built him a small shrine in the village center like they did with all their dead or missing and they moved on with their lives. But Rhaal...Rhaal couldn't put it to rest like that. He'd liked Lyari, the boy was bright and given time could have become a valuable member of the tribe. For him to disappear...there had to be a cause. But he wasn't going to find it tonight and he had his own children and family to worry about. None of them would be happy if he became some obsessed hermit over a single tribesman. They'd had people go missing in the forests before, that was just the risk a Wood Elf had to take to keep the environs safe. So with a heavy heart he packed it in and placed all the tablets back to their original locations. He'd need to call out for another scribe from one of the nearby tribes. But he could do that after a warm meal and a good night's rest.
Lyari left the town early in the morning after leaving a few magical commands in the minds of his new followers. Mostly it was "act natural" and "keep your High Elven form up" but he'd reinforced them with some other commands just in case they fell. The big one was "grab anyone who discovers you and do what you need". That one would only last so long though, couldn't have people just randomly disappearing into a well known town on a well used road. Luckily he had some ideas and a long walk to think on them.
The first was to simply move everything and everyone into the sunken temple. They could use magic to grow what little food they needed but it wasn't likely the place would last long as a home. Lyari's urge to grow his number had only increased with each conversion and even now the magical command drilled into his mind. Something else he'd discovered from the quick overtaking of the High Elven town was that he could feel the pleasure of the conversions as long as he was nearby, some magical link between him and his new creations. So the temple was right out, it was too small and didn't have enough of what was needed for a new people.
The next was a gamble but probably his best choice. Beyond the forests lay fertile grassland often called the Bread Basket. Humans occasionally tried to build settlements near the forest edge though a combination of Wood Elven and Orcish raids usually drove them out. He'd only ever seen one, a ghost town, on trips with the tribe but the idea of a walled and well guarded city was the best choice in his mind. The third option was to just stick around in the forests and Elven lands but he'd long since banished that from his mind.
The grasslands weren't going to be perfect or easy. There were the problems with Wood Elves protecting the forests from being cut down obviously and while they didn't hate humans they'd probably not have the same opinion with a group of magical lizard people. The second problem were the aforementioned orcs. He knew little of their society but everything he was told made him uneasy. Orcs were violent, wild and above all...probably a match for the creatures he'd made and so with those in mind it left him with yet more decisions.
First they'd need to find a place to settle far enough away from the woods but not far enough from a place to get lumber or stone. They couldn't just leave the things inside the Temple so they'd need a way to transfer them. He could probably open portals between the two places but only after he knew the city was secure. Secure from what? Orcish raids of course. He had plans on what to do with his old tribe and he didn't want to see how much energy and time it'd take to turn a Wood Elf into a creature strong enough to fight against orcs which just left...going out into the grasslands and finding an orc himself. That would take time obviously and probably put him a bit at risk. He'd surely had a powerful transformation but he was still an elf at his core. Even if he was stronger, faster and smarter than a High Elf he had no way to gauge that against an Orcish warrior.
There was also the problem with his new peoples...not really having much in the terms for thinking. They were powerful with magic to be sure. Each was just as connected to the mana of the world as he was but that was what concerned him when he'd started to convert them from the elves they once were. Too smart and they'd surely turn against him. Too dumb and they'd be useless for their task and so things were as they were currently. They needed direction, they needed some kind of overseer and that was the formation of his plan currently. What better person to become the first of these lieutenants than his old chieftain? His cock stirred just thinking of it.
Morning broke and Rhaal prepared for a long day. He'd sent messengers out to several of the nearby villages for a scribe and a few others back to the High Elves to explain that they'd lost the books they'd been lent to translate. This left the number of hunters low so of course that left him to pick up the slack. That was what a Chieftain did. So after bidding his wife goodbye he'd picked up his trusty spear and descended the elevators into the forest floor below. At first he'd dreaded it, it'd been years since last he'd gone hunting in any real attempts and his body had grown used to the job of sitting and delegating. A small ponch ringed his belly and the muscles of a youthful warrior had lessened under the march of time but as his feet moved through the undergrowth all the ancient teachings quickly returned.
He ranged far and wide in his hunt, taking down deer and pheasant and as he got back into his groove he felt better than he'd felt in years. He marked each location where the food was left and made note to send the other hunters to collect his catches when he returned. They'd feast well for at least three weeks just with his catches alone. By midday, he felt he'd earned a rest and he hadn't noticed it but his ranging brought him to the lake that Lyari had disappeared at only a few weeks before. The trail was certainly gone but it was as if the universe itself brought him to this place. As if there were some reason he'd wound up where he was. Who was he to argue with the Universe? Stripping from his hides he quickly dove into the sapphire lake, letting the sweat and exhaustion leave his body and eventually he felt himself drift off just enough to truly relax. How long had it been since he'd been able to do this? Perhaps he'd have to elect someone to do other Chieftain jobs so he could come out and get back to joining his people in all the tasks they did? It seemed a fair idea.
He had no idea how long he floated, remembering old hunts and celebrations, but soon he felt it was time to get back home. Perhaps start the wheels to some of those ideas in motion. He certainly felt renewed and refreshed as he paddled back to the shore. That was until a few cracking branches sounded near the treeline, causing him to pause. It could easily be another of his people coming to do just what he was doing but reports of monsters and excusions were increasing in their neck of the forests. Orcish parties had been spotted near the edges of the forest for the last week. There were the creatures that had chased Lyari before his disappearance and the High Elves had even mentioned seeing a dragon only a week ago. The first two claims were enough to make him worry, the third was complete nonsense. The last dragon in their region had died centuries ago.
Still, he crept closer and closer to the shore until he reached his things as more branches and twigs snapped. With a shout, he picked up his spear and threw it into the forest with practiced aim. A sound unlike anything he'd heard followed, not the thump of hitting wood or the cry of some wounded animal but a high pitched screech like when steel struck steel. Moments later the source of the noise burst from the forest in a flash of dark green scales and sharp talons. Rhaal had only moments to react and none of them were used to get away. Instead he rose, taking a swing at the bizarre creature though he might as well have simply sneezed onto it for all the effect it had. The towering beast grabbed his hand and lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing, bringing him face to face with his assailer. And what a face indeed. Rhaal stared dumbly at the creature trying to process just what it was he was looking at.
The creature was easily nine feet tall and covered in scales that shined an almost emerald under the noonday sun. Further thicker plating worked down its back and along a tail as thick as a tree trunk that swished through the air like some kind of weapon. Its face was draconic, there was no other term Rhaal had to describe it. Long snout filled with sharp teeth, a forked tongue hanging out to taste the air and even whip against his bare flesh which caused him to flinch. Slitted eyes regarded him coolly, almost bored, as Rhaal continued to get his bearings. "W-What are you..." he finally managed to stammer as he took another swing at the monster, fist connecting to face which didn't even budge.
"Something different." The creature hissed, its voice...almost familar if it weren't for the strange rolling s's the forked tongue seemed to cause. That same tongue lashed out again, the tines flicking against one of Rhaal's nipples causing the Chief to arch in surprised pleasure. This seemed to please the monster who let out a rumbling chuckle who gave the sensitive nub another lick. "Something you'll be very soon." it growled again as he flung Rhaal to the ground.
This gave the Wood Elf chieftain a much better view of what he was up against as his eyes were drawn from the muscular creature to what swung between its legs and what the monster wanted came crystal clear. The quickly growing member had the same dark coloring as the rest of the beat but looked almost elven, if it wasn't quite so thick or nearly so absurdly long. "Like hell creature." he snarled before trying to reach his feet and running. He had to alert the village..the High Elves..everyone. Some new creature, intelligent and most of all strong, had come to their homes and initial contact proved that whatever it was, and he hoped there was only one, had quite the inkling to harm. He didn't get far however, the sandy muck of the beach sucked at his feet, tripping him. He flailed and stuck his arms out to brace his fall but this only proved to shove his hands into the same muck that bound his feet. He struggled only long enough to determine how trapped his was. The answer was "very", no use of his strength would help get him free. He'd have to wait for a moment to act.
"Oh I think you will" came the oh so familiar voice, the beast's shadow falling over him as the muck twisted and moved, forcing the older Wood Elf into a doggy position with his ass high up in the air. "But not until I've had some fun. I never dreamed I'd have a chance to punish you for all those years of torment. For denying me my dreams." Rhaal was about to counter with something else but the moment was robbed as one of those massive hands slapped against his ass causing him to shout in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Such sweet sounds Rhaal. Soon you'll be making so many more." The creature continued, another harsh slap shaking his body as the beast's hand rained down against his other ass cheek. The assault left Rhaal little time to think, harsh strike against harsh strike raining down on his unprotected body, but sure enough he put the pieces together. The voice, it knowing his name. Even the location.
"Ly-Lyari!" he gasped sharply as another blow moved across his quickly reddening ass, gasping for breath as he tried to look back at his assault and only getting a view of that monstrous dick above him. The creature nodded, one of those massive hands moving to shove the Chieftain's face down into the sands. "That's right...soon however you will call me master. I have plans for you."
Lyari kept his hand on his former chief's head, long tail moving underneath the prone elf to rub between his legs. "Oooh...what's this..." he asked as the tip of his tail wrapped around Rhaal's cock, stroking slowly and using the elf's own pre as lube against his smooth scales. "Did you like your punishment Rhaal?" he cooed, slowly weaving the start of his corruptive magic over the older man.
The effects weren't lost on Rhaal either as the elf felt clawing fingers into his mind, searching not just for the answer to the question but to his mind in full. He struggled anew, his cheeks (all four) burning in humiliation as he moaned in pleasure as the surprisingly dexterous tail. Despite himself his lips moved, betraying him further. "Y-Yes...Master..." he groaned, another harsh slap against his rump causing him to scream out eagerly.
"All you have to say is you want more." Lyari purred, his lips lowering oh so close to Rhaal's ear. His tongue clicked out, ragging along the edge of the sharp elven ear and even playfully sliding into it causing Rhaal to moan again. He could feel the spell peel away his mind like layers, exposing him to more and more of the magical energies that lay over the world. Memories of his wife, his children, his brothers and sisters were burning away replaced with toned reptilian bodies and their eager dicks. He could hear them, like a distant whisper, calling for him. Calling not for him to join but calling him to lead. A new tribe was there just beyond his sensations, a tribe that needed him. All he had to do was submit, submit to the creature on top of himself and he'd be given the command he could feel rising in his heart and mind.
"I-I...want more....Master..." he mumbled, turning his head as that long tongue continued to press and play in his ear. "Take me, make me yours I don't care. I need you. I need you to fuck me!" With each word more images flooded his mind. Of long serpent like coils, of two cocks ploughing two eager and willing Wood Elven asses. Of potent powers, powers that beckoned for him even now as he felt the slick tip of his new master's rod slide ever so teasingly down his back. He felt the pre-seed burn against his flesh, could feel the transformation already begin and he greedily reached further and further out. The spell promised new magics, new powers, unheard of in any scroll he'd ever read. The ability to alter minds, the power to thrall others, to convert others almost like his master but at a cost and at great limits. He could already feel the chains of his new mind strap to the waiting tribe of lizardpeople he could barely here. He could feel their patterns burn into his mind. Only what the Master created could he create as well. So few forms...in the new space of his mind he almost felt sad but he was brought out of all these thoughts when he felt that burning length prod between his cheeks.
Rhaal let out another moan as Lyari pressed his hot meat into his eager hole, pre-seed leaking like a faucet to make the passage easier. Lyari's tail continued to coil and stroke along Rhaal's engorged dick, the slowly transforming elf's body bucking and rutting wildly until he felt the draconic elf's member hit against his limits and still he craved more. But he knew that wasn't his role, not his place in his master's new people would be. He would have the privilege of fucking others, not be the one receiving, and as Lyari started to slam into him, he simply gave into the pleasure as the corruption began to change him physically. Each eager thrust caused the sandy brown scales to stretch further from is spine outward, his spine growing longer and his body growing more thin and wirey as muscles moved and became suited to other purposes. He could feel his legs, trapped in the sands, start to pull together as the scales swept over his ass, leaving his ass and upper body Elven while his legs began to fuse and grow longer until thick snakelike coils burst from the sand to eagerly wrap about Lyari.
The draconic elf growled eagerly as he felt the muscular bands of scale covered flesh wrap about his body, bucking harder into the eager ass as he watched the changes in a more full capacity. Rhaal's body had already been fully covered in scales, his upper body longer than before and his neck was following suit as a powerful hood started to stretch between his shoulders and head. He felt his tail, as it slid against the dripping cock that still swing beneath the snakelike creature, slip into a groove. With each stroke the groove grew deeper and longer until it ran the entire length of Rhaal's dick even as his balls slowly shifted inside of himself. The groove eventually split open as the hood growing along Rhaal's head swept fully into a cobra's crown, leaving two leaking half cocks though they swiftly grew their missing half before ballooning to a foot in length each. Lyari happily moved his tail, letting out a surprised sound as the naga's body suddenly shifted and used its new dexterity to round on his master. One of its now freed hands reached for one of Lyari's horns as its snakelike faces loomed close, the pair of rutting reptilian elves indulging in a passionate kiss. Long serpent like tongues worked past each other, sliding into each mouth to explore and slide against. Lyari moved his hands, no longer needing to hold his prey down, instead helping support his body up.
Rhaal, now in the hands of his master, indulged further into the kiss as his own tongue pressed down Lyaris's mouth and feeling the dragonic creature's own tines slide against his slowly growing fangs. He could feel his climax slowly building, could feel his master's growing along with his own, could feel the need in his new cocks burning but he had not enough hands to attend. He willed his transformation, taking the reigns with what little of his clear mind remained in the haze of lust and pushed outward from his shoulders and they responded. His shoulders broadened and grew as slowly, much too slowly, a pair of upper arms bursting from his flesh. These were quickly covered with his sandy brown scales, lower arms and a pair of hands forming. These were quick to wrap around his twin cocks, finally stroking along his new flesh as he muffled moans into Lyari's mouth.
Through it all, lost in his own haze of lust, he'd not noticed the draconic elf's own thrusting had grown erratic and wild and as he pulled from the kiss he gazed deep into Lyari's eyes. "Cum my Master, fill me with your seed." He begged, clamping powerfully around the throbbing hot cock buried a foot inside him. With a powerful roar that shook the very ground they rutted on, Lyari came like a firehose, cum spraying out around his dick. Rhaal was soon to follow, his twin cocks rocking his body with a double orgasm that sizzled against the wet ground.
The two basked in the pleasure and the sun for some time but finally Lyari stirred. "Go back to the village. Gather the best hunters, we'll need more like you for what is to come. Change a few others before hand if you wish. I'll be along with the rest in time to take the city fully." Rhaal nodded eagerly, slowly sitting up. He could feel man course through his body and, over the connection with Lyari, could sense the spell required. With a few mumbled words he returned to his former body, the magic prickling his skin. To have been so perfect, so wonderful, and to return to this dumpy body...but it was what was needed. Lyari leaned in to give the elf another kiss, tongue pressing down into his throat almost instantly as Rhaal's lips opened to greet it and then Lyari was gone, taken to the air on a pair of wings.
By the time Rhaal got back to the village that prickling on his skin had grown into a full fire. He eyed the guards at the elevator with barely concealed lust. It was unlikely the other hunters would be back until the evening which gave him plenty of time to test out his new powers. The guards would have been a good choice but it might alarm the hunters coming back early. The guards weren't supposed to leave their post except if there was an attack. Them being missing would signal some kind of concern and...who knows how that would play out.
He didn't have to worry long however when he managed to get to his home, one of the messangers having returned. Apparently one of the nearby tribes had a scribe to spare so they'd simply just sent him over. The messenger was quickly dismissed to pick up the hunt Rhaal had left behind, leaving Rhaal to step into his chieftain's tent. To his surprise, the youth wasn't a Wood Elf at all, instead a wide eyed High Elf sat in one of his chairs looking for all the world like some startled deer. "Not what I was expecting." Rhaal chuckled, watching the thin elf leap about ten feet off the couch.
"O-Oh I'm...s-s-sorry sir." he mumbled in the best Wood Elven he could manage, Rhaal slowly advancing to loom over the boy. He was like most High Elves, blond hair. Expressive blue eyes. Pouty lips. He'd yet to grow into a strapping young adult yet, still a little too gangly and a little too thin but Rhaal didn't care. Of course, a day ago he'd just have sent the boy on to his task but now...now he needed to breed.
"It's quite alright boy. Why don't you go lock the door, we've much discuss and I do not want to be disturbed." The High Elf followed orders quickly, moving to the door to do as he was asked. When he turned around however Rhaal had already gotten undressed causing the waif to squeak in shock. "C-Chieftain w-whaa....?" he started but Rhaal closed the distance quickly, shushing him. "You see boy..." he started, gazing into those oh so wide eyes. "In my tribe, the Chieftain is charged to oversee all his people's growth. When a new member comes to join us it's my task to see just how much work I have to do. Now on your knees and we'll begin."
The High Elf bit his lip, obviously mulling over this sudden and very strange turn of events though eventually he sank down to his knees and placed his hands on Rhaal's hips tentatively. He whimpered again as he felt the Chief's hands slide into his hair, making another sound of surprise as he was brought face to face to the task at hand. While Rhaal had made sure to cover up his second member he'd done nothing to change its length back to original length. A foot of elf cock waved in front of him and the High Elf went to the job as best he could though it was clear this was his first time around a cock.
That didn't stop his enthusiasm, sucking and slurping wetly as Rhaal's hands guided his head along his dick, corruptive pre-seed helping numb the way so that each thrust brought more and more of his flesh into the High Elf's mouth and down his throat. Before he knew it he had the High Elf moaning around his cock, spit dripping from the boy's eager mouth as he continued to slurp hungrily around the rod between his lips. The eagerness alone was enough to bring Rhaal to climax and it hit him like a truck before long. Cum sprayed powerfully into the High Elf's mouth, the transformative magic starting to take effect as the pale boy suddenly surged back to cough as he was practically drowned in seed. "Looks like the tribe won't be needing that new scribe eh?" he asked before leaping onto the High Elf, coils transforming once again to pin the boy even as he started to transform.
By the time Lyari returned to the village Rhaal had turned at three other members of the tribe into lizardpeople, all present when he gathered the hunters. One by one Rhaal watched his masters transform the hunters into more naga. He could feel their minds as each one gave into the lust, he could feel the slowly approaching lizardmen creep through the forest as well. As each grew closer he could feel the other naga start to pick which to command. They would be the mouths and words of their master and the lower breeds, the mindless, would be the hands and eyes. Rhaal was so proud to be the first, so proud to be part of this new tribe and as Lyari took his seat at the head of his nest of naga he felt proud as new images flooded his mind from their Master. Not just his mind, all of their minds for they were all linked in a vast network. Images of creatures yet to exist, the imagination of Lyari. They all knew to prepare for they were merely the start.