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Ky knew they were in trouble. The vast ritual chamber had somehow been transformed since he'd fallen asleep. Braziers had been added in, and flickering red flames lit the area around him, though that seemed to just make the rest of the room that much darker. Ky hadn't been able to move much, after his explosive finish a few hours ago, so when Jalle passed out, he'd just picked the smaller male up and lied down on the scraps of cloth that used to be his shirt and pant

Jalle was still held to his chest, sticky and smelling just like Ky's musk, which wasn't all that surprising. He'd added a whole layer of white to the raised platform they were on, surprising even himself with the amount he put out. But, that seemed hardly important now. They were deep in a lair, belonging to his God's enemy, Tiamat, surrounded by a large number of robed cultists, wearing draconic shaped masks.

Even more disconcerting were the five dragons, seated in stone thrones. The back of each chair was topped with a raised carving, depicting a dragon's head, exactly the same as the one's Ky and Jalle had found on golden masks. Though you couldn't see it in the stone, Ky knew that each one corresponded to a certain chromatic color, and as if to aid him, the dragon in each seat matched their respective color. Four of them were muscled and thick, each carrying a spire of draconic pride between their legs, with hefty balls to match. Red, green, white, and blue all sat around sneering down at the golden dragon, but there was one who seemed happy. Though, that made Ky feel worse about it.

The pair were in the middle, the five thrones places around them, with the amphitheater expanding out beyond that. Most of the cultists were standing, watching, though a few had taken a seat. The dragon, sitting in the corresponding black throne, grinned down at Ky, black eyes flashing with glee. A crown of horns rose from the petite male's head, reaching back in a rough circle, until the points nearly met, leaving jagged points along the way, as if it were made of thorns. The male's body was slim, gracefully flowing down from a smooth chest, to wide hips and a full ass. The dragon's scales were a dark, dark grey on the outside, with the ones covering his chest, stomach, and further down a shiny black. Even the creature's cock was black, it's more modest length just as hard as those of his chromatic brethren.

It's mouth opened to reveal a maw full of sharp, needle-like teeth, as it spoke. "How nice of you to bring us back here. I haven't been here for years! This lair always had a certain charm to it, even if it was stuck in the middle of nowhere. Your generous offering of seed has been accepted, oh Ascendant," he said, his voice gaining a sultry purr through the last sentence. "I do find it a bit odd that it came from a Gold such as yourself, but I think we'll find use enough for you." His grin widened, as Ky started to glare. His voice was deep and rough, Ky starting to argue: "I didn't offer anything, and I'm not your 'Ascendant'!"

He slid the feline gently off of him, onto the sticky floor, and stood himself up. Standing, he towered above the black dragon, though some of the others would match (Or even beat) him in size, should they stand. The one he was staring down didn't seem bothered at all, despite their great size differences, regarding him with the same twinkling eyes, and grin. "Bahamut will surely strike you all down- and I'm sure I'll be holding the sword that slays you," he said, speaking partly to the room at whole- before referring directly to the black.

Beside him, Jalle managed to sit up, though with how Ky had treated him, the golden dragon was surprised he could do that. He felt a twinge of guilt, though it faded to anger as the dragon chuckled. "I wouldn't trust in Bahamut, now that you've broken your vows in a den of sin. The floor is literally coated with evidence," he said, the black's diminutive feet pressing into the drying gunk, squishing it against the floor.

"I think I can guarantee that the sword you hold will lay me, however," he said with a wink. "And I look forward to it, if your friend is any indication of what it'll be like." Ky blushed, his cheeks hot. He started to reply, but as he did, the black dragon snapped his fingers, muttering a quick spell. Ky's arms snapped behind him, and glowing blue chains manifested around his wrists. A length of chain dropped to the floor below, and slid back, through the rung on the floor. The chains started to pull, and despite all of Ky's strength and muscle, he couldn't resist being pulled to his knees. The chain remained suspended in the air, standing straight up from the rung, connected to nothing but remaining taut. He couldn't move, as the black dragon stood up, sauntering over, hips swaying all the while, thick thighs brushing against eachother as he neared the captive Gold.

"Of course, what if I told you, instead, that we intended this ritual to be performed on a metallic dragon? What if we've been subduing and corrupting Bahamut's followers forcibly? What if you're next on that list, soon to be nothing more than a pawn, a slave to my lusts? You Golds are the hardest of the lot, but... We're not going to give up the chance of playing with a cutie like you."

Ky tugged against the chains, pulling his body back as the black dragon's hand reached for him, slender fingers brushing up against his chain, running down to his broad chest, over scales that glittered in the firelight like a hoard of treasure. The pale yellow of Ky's chest heaved as he sucked in breath, grunting as the other dragon's claws gently scraped down his body, coming off finger by finger until the last one pulled away, just after touching his abs. He looked up, watching as the male set his sights on the still weak cat.

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Jalle, as he suspected, didn't have enough strength left in his legs to support himself. He could wobble, but about halfway to standing up, he'd fall back down. He'd tried it a few times, while they all seemed so infatuated with Ky. Jalle's healing prowess was limited to a specific spell, and it did nothing for his weak, over-used and stretched muscles, keeping him stuck.

It even felt like his inner reservoir of magic was mostly tapped out. He hadn't used that much last night, and it usually restored after rest... But even his strongest spells couldn't hope to take down a room full of cultists, peppered with dragons. The nasty looking red one over there was sure to be resistant to fire, where Jalle's specialty lied. Most teleportation spells could only get him a few hundred feet at most, and for it to be useful, he'd need to be able to see his destination. With the doors shut behind the metal bars, he couldn't get out of the room.

Going invisible was an option... But Jalle could be found in seconds by the musty scent covering him; he still reeked strongly of Ky's seed. Maybe if he had some of his magic items, he could do something. He quickly searched for his color-coded bags of holding. They weren't where they fell, from when Ky cut off his clothing, or anywhere near the middle of this newly-white platform... Ah! There they were. Conveniently set in a neat little row at the base of the black dragon's throne.

Too far for him to reach physically, without being noticed. But, being a mage had it's perks, and even feeling drained, he could cast this easy spell a few times. Jalle clenched his hand, claws flexing out, as he murmured the words to his spell, making a ghostly-white paw, a copy of his own, appear near the bags. He went down the row, searching for the right one. Black was first, holding the most dangerous of the things they'd found here. He paused, thinking of what was stowed away there. There wasn't a one in it that he was attuned to, but he ticked them off mentally anyway, just in case.

First and foremost was the gold and black mask, but he was certain that didn't do anything that could help him now. It's enchantment seemed to either be a trap, and if it wasn't, he still had no idea what it could do. There were two magically enchanted dildos- those he had had a little time to research, and determined that one would permanently increase the size of one's rear and holes, which by itself wasn't dangerous, but the spell also seemed to curse the user to give blowjobs to every dick in sight. The other contained a spell to enthrall the user to the caster, which as far as Jalle knew, was somebody in this very room. He did have a few items from previous adventures, though. A necklace of fireballs, potentially useful. A dagger that, when thrown, teleported the thrower to the dagger's destination. There was a draconic idol he'd picked up some time ago, and he was fairly certain that if he broke it, it could potentially summon a wyrm- that was a particularly nasty piece that he hadn't felt comfortable selling. Some items you just didn't want in the wrong hands.

It didn't seem like the cultists were going to murder them, yet, so he erred on the side of caution and passed that over. His ghostly hand went to the next bag, blue, and passed it over. Mundane items were of no use. Yellow held his attuned items, which were his best bet. Among them, were a staff that increased the strength of his fire spells, a headband that increased his magical potency and helped clear his mind, and his robe, which would blur him to enemies, making him harder to hit. None of it was near enough to save them, but those, along with some items for Ky, could get them to escape. He had a magical longsword in his purple back, for unused/unsold magic items. Nothing fancy, just one enchanted to be sharper/strike more accurately. It'd be like a shortsword in Ky's massive hands, but it would work. Jalle grabbed the yellow and purple bags, and every so quietly lifted them up.

It seemed like all the attention was on Ky, and Jalle concentrated on pulling the bags close. It required a good deal of effort to check the seated dragon's sightlines, to make sure the bags stayed low and in the shadows. They inched closer, Jalle's pink eyes following them closely, until a scaled hand dropped on his shoulder, making him jump and hiss. The black dragon grinned down at him, claws digging into Jalle's hide. His spell broke, the bags dropping down over ten feet away, plopping into the congealing top layer.

"Don't think we've forgotten you, little cat." Little! Jalle's eyes sparked- he was only just shorter than this dragon! "We've got some grand plans for you, too. You've got quite the well of magic in you, and that'll go far in furthering our efforts." Leaving painful welts in Jalle's skin, the dragon's claws sharply dragged away, as the black drake went to retrieve the bags, setting them back in order. He picked up the black bag, tugging the drawstrings open. "I am surprised that we left this, though. It's my favorite mask. Such fond memories..." The male's hand dipped into the bag, drawing forth the golden mask, before putting the bag back. "It looks just like me, doesn't it?" he asked, voice a purr. His black eyes glinted as brightly as the polished onyx, as he fitted the mask over his face, letting his hands drop. It clung on, likely magically attached, and the male strode over to the nearby red dragon. "You remember this, don't you?" he asked, and the red dragon smirked, a short jet of flame flaring out of the slit. His meaty spire pulsed, leaving a wet, steaming splash on the black dragon's chest, who giggled happy, hands groping over the larger male's round, full orbs.

"I think our new friend will look even better in it. Someone's going to have to keep you boys in line~ I think I've got other plans, soon." He pulled the mask off, padding to Jalle, turning it around so the cat could see the lusty face. He reeled back as the creature approached, only to drop the mask in Jalle's lap, with a wink. "I want you to watch for a while. I don't want you distracted while we show your boy the finer pleasures in life. Just sit back and behave... Hm." He perked up, as if sensing something. "Oh, you naughty cat. Is that how you got through our dungeon so easily?" he asked, leaning down to pick up a ring from the ground. "This is going to be very helpful."

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Ky was glad to get the spotlight off of him, for a bit. Despite his repeated attempts at pulling free, all he'd managed to do is scuff the scales of his wrists. He couldn't get this chain to budge an inch. He had been worried, seeing their tormentor approach Jalle with that odd mask, but it faded into an uneasy relief when he tossed the mask over. It only meant that Ky was going to get toyed with first. He was confused about the ring, missing it's importance. He had to crane his head back to get a look at Jalle, who wore an expression that was a mix of embarrassment and worry, their eyes meeting briefly.

"He didn't know? You just let him stew, that whole time? My, you certainly deserved that fucking you got." The black male walk behind Ky, the male's hands soon touching Ky's bound ones. He felt the metal touch to his finger, widening to fit. It must've been magic, as only magic items would change to fit a person's size. The ring slid down, over his knuckles, to fit snugly at the base.

Ky suckled in a shuddering breath as a sudden, intense heat filled his groin. In seconds, his mighty cock throbbed out of his slit, dangling towards the ground. His full length expose, it started to harden, lifting up in the air, pre dribbling out slowly, with growing intensity. As his cock pointed up, bendinging slight to him, pre increased from a dribble, to short spurts, to his characteristic heavy jets, each one rising several inches into the air, before falling to slickly coat his shaft and abs.

The sudden lust roiled in him, making him groan out loudly, the dragon aching for release once again. He heard the black's words in his ears, crooning. "He let you suffer~ Your friend, supposed partner, handled our traps so much better than you, and you surely wondered why. The crafty mage had a spell, holding every bit of his sexual tension in that very ring. No wonder he was fine, while your balls overflowed, your shaft thick with need. I'm sure you can forgive him, though. I'm about to make it much worse." Ky caught the dragon padding infront of him, with quite the evil grin on those dark scales. One hand reach out as he passed, a finger sliding under the sensitive, spiked head of his cock, Ky unwillingly moaning out while the black swiped some pre, raising it to his mouth to taste.

Ky watched, quivering in place. He clenched his hands and feet, tail flicking about as he struggled against the turmoil in his body, his cock begging for more attention. The black took his time, wandering out into the crowd of cultist spectators, passing by a few of them, with inspectory glances. After a few minutes, he selected two, and brought them both before the Paladin. Ky found himself afraid at the look in his captor's eyes, noting that he inspected the pair more as slabs of meat, looking them over with a hungry tone. He stepped behind the taller one, and lifted the wooden mask from his face.

A young wyvern was revealed, with scales of a bright green color, like a fresh summer moss. A medium length mop of hair covered his head, large tufts hanging over the male's eyes, nearly touching his large, beak-like muzzle, stiff ears poking up inbetween the fluff. "My pretty little Alin!" The black said, hands slipping around the green male's neck, slipping into the cultist robes, starting to pull them free. "Did you know he was a Prince, once, before coming to us? He had duties, followers, responsibilities... But he rightfully decided that they all paled, in the wake of dragons." The wyvern's chest scales were soon revealed, a slight blush on the male's face. The robe fell to the ground, showing wings attached to his forearms, orange in color. Bright, green scales surrounded a slit, where the male's erection was budding, a spiky black length coming forth, thinner around and shorter than Ky's.

The obsidian dragon's hands wrapped around the base of the length, as a knot came free, stroking it up and down as pre welled up, spilling down the shaft. "He's been looking for a way to prove his devotion, and I'm all too happy to give it to him." Alin groaned and thrust into those hands. He must've known what the dragon was talking about, and found it quite exciting. He spoke, his voice hesitant at first, but becoming firm. "It w-would be a privilege for a dragon to, to make use of me! For the dragon, not me." He tried to look confident and determined, but a squeeze around his knot, and some proving fingers inbetween those green thighs was all it took for the wyvern to whimper and moan. Ky watch as the black dragon exposed a hot, wet slit below that bulging prick, which was clearly quite sensitive. The dragon pushed behind the wyvern, the green male's thick, spike-tipped tail wagging behind him as they approached.

The onyx male forced them both to their knees infront of Ky, the green one letting out a sharp gasp as he sunk- Ky noticed the black dragon's cock spearing into those sopping lips, the dark hands reaching up to direct the wyvern. With a grunt, Alin struggled out of his grasp, though not off of his dick. "Stop. I can do it myself. I want to do it myself." The orange scaled hands touched Ky's nuts with a sense of reverance, eyes wide as he took in the cock before him. The black chuckled, and relented, leaning back. He kept pumping his hips, though, working his slim member up and down in the wyvern's cunt.

Alin started to lick and suck as Ky's tip, the dragon gritting his teeth. He couldn't let himself get sucked in to these lewd acts, but it was hard to resist as the wyvern started making soft moans, his face quickly getting splattered with pre. The green male gave him a sloppy blowjob, seem all to happy to get covered with the dragon's essense. The beaked muzzle pressed against the fat dick, cheeks rubbing over it and Ky's plump cumslit, smearing both with excess pre. Jets of Ky's hot musk matted down the male's hair, even as the wyvern's hands ran over his cocktip, letting pre spurt up and against his fingers, gushing up and over to drop onto the already messy floor below.

Ky couldn't help but grunt and groan, huffing as it started to get to him. Despite the lust coursing through him in waves, it was just so incredibly hot to see someone giving in to his cock with such wanton need, as if Ky's prick were the only thing he needed in life, stroking and caressing it as one would a lover, smattering it with kisses. Ky clenched his eyes, not noticing as the black dragon's hand reached around, pressing against the dragon's cock head, moving in for his slit.

The golden dragon jerked and yelled as a finger suddenly pushed into his cumslit, spreading it open. He bit down, eyes crammed shut, claws digging into the stone as he expected a wave of pain- but none came. He could vividly feel the finger squirming around in there, but instead of the pain he expect, it instead was like having his cock touched for the first time, wildly arousing and sinfully lewd. It tingled and ached, similar in feeling to when someone stroked his member under the thick tip, in the small swell of flesh between shaft and tip. He grunted as the black pulled, stretching it out, causing a spurt of his pre to splatter Alin in the face- not that the wyvern minded.

Ky's eyes widened in surprise as another ebony finger pushed in easily, spreading his slit even further. He could watch his pre push up, like water rising back up a drain, welling for just a second in his slit before sloppily jetting out, unable to get the right power without the proper seal. He was confused, unsure what was going on as Alin sent him a flustered, indignant glance, before pressing the rounded tip of that beak muzzle into the stretched opening. The golden dragon gasped in fear, calling out: "N-no! You'll split it in two!"

The wyvern wasn't deterred, and with a helpful push from his friend, a good half of that muzzle stuck deep in Ky's cock, forcing a loud, shameful moan from his throat. Ky's sexual experience might have been limited, but this was another new height. His cock stretched so wonderfully around the invading wyvern, ridges clinging flushly to the male's scaled flesh. Another shove from the evil dragon forced the rest of Alin's head in, Ky's thick slit sealing around the male's neck. "It's such fun, playing with a virgin! Or, near virgin, I guess," the black's voice lilted up. Ky breathed heavily, feeling the male squirm, head stuck in his cock.

To make it weirder, the golden male could feel his cock pulsing harder, flesh squeezing tight around the wyvern, Ky watching in amazement as his cock pulled the smaller male in, sucking in those shoulders. Throb by throb, tug by tug, Ky's cock was eating the cultist as if it were a lewd, pink, slimy snake. Soon enough, the dragon had pulled the offering in far enough for the smaller male's head to start pushing into his balls, Ky feeling an odd weight settle as the wyvern's snout rubbed against his ballsack, from the wrong side.

He felt a sinking feeling in his gut, realization flashing on his face as the wyvern's chest disappeared into his cock. He could plainly see the gloating black's face, happy that Ky had figured it out. "No, pull him out! You can't do this!" Ky flexed his prick, trying to reverse it, to pull him out, and only succeeded in pulling him further in, yanking the wyvern in with a strong contraction, up to his elbows. The black dragon helped, lifting up the wyvern's lower half, making it all the easier for Ky's cock to greedily pull him in. "Nngh... No!" Ky groaned, feeling more of his prey settle into his sack, Alin seeming squirming around, wriggling deeper.

"You can't fight it! It's only right. You're looking at this the wrong way. He's not a person, he's just a snack! He's going to make you stronger, faster, more potent! He knows it. He wants you to churn him away, until he's nothing but cockfat and dragon jizz, ready to be pumped into the next slut you fuck." The black dragon's smile was manic, both hands pressing on Alin's nice rump as it pressed against Ky's slit, a thick line of white training from those wet lips, down to the black dragon's member.

"Though, that slut is likely to be me!" With another push, Alin's hips bulged out Ky's cock, thighs and legs kicking in the air, tail flicking about. With almost all of the wyvern's weight sinking towards his balls, the last few bits disappeared quickly, taking only moments to slide down his cock, settling entirely in Ky's nuts. He could feel the skin tugging on his groin, resting entirely on the warm rock floor. The male's squirms made him gasp and jerk, his cock throbbing like crazy. It ached after that stretching, but it was a good ache, reminding Ky of days spend working out. The ache of muscles getting used properly, becoming stronger.

The sable dragon rubbed and stroked over the full sack, smushing against the wyvern within as lewd groans and gurgles rose from his flesh. He could feel his balls heating up, starting to work on the male within, despite his attempts to make it stop. It was as if this were a normal, natural bodily function that he just never knew existed, like it were a second stomach, if just with cum instead of food. Just like a starving stomach given good food, it rumbled, made all the worse by those probing hands. He could feel Alin in these, moving, and the weirdest part of it all was that the wyvern actually seemed to want it to happen.

Cum started to slosh around, first only felt by Ky, but soon audibly gurgling, bubbling. The hard scales and bumps of Alin quickly started to round off, becoming softer, the squirm weaker. But still, he felt Alin's arms, scraping against the sides of his nuts, gathering up seed to pour over his body, washing himself again and again with Ky's extra-thick batter. Ky's prick throbbed with a lance of hot, electric pleasure, and Ky growled as it grew. With each heart been, it pushed a little higher, grew a little thicker, reaching further up his body as the wyvern fully digested.

The male's movements stopped, Ky's balls having made quick work of him. The dragon wasn't sure where it all went, but his sack was back to a more manageable size, if clearly several sizes larger than before, hanging only just off the ground. His balls would squish uncomfortably between his legs before, but now they wouldn't fit between his thighs at all, instead getting forced out to rest over his legs. He felt a distinct, sexual high as his balls gave a last few gurgles, before falling silent. He felt like he had to get off before, but now he was packed full, balls feeling like they were full nearly to the bursting point. His pre, more copious than ever, rained upon the black dragon.

Ky still had trouble accepting that he'd processed the wyvern, turning him into an additional fat ridge at the base of his cock, and some added weight to his balls. He was still trying to come to terms with it, when the dragon called "Next!" Ky blinked, his eyes focusing on the second cultist, another mask dropping to the ground. This one was clearly afraid, stammering about how he didn't sign up for this, and he didn't want to be cum. He was grabbed by the red dragon, quickly stripped without a moment of buildup, revealing a short, thin cat, mostly gray with tan around his arms and ears. "Poor little Crimson," the black dragon purred. "You're no dragon. You know that your only worth is to better us. You need to accept it, like Alin! You're going to be a part of this wonderful cock, fill these delicious orbs!"

The cat struggled as he was forced closer, arguing and whimpering the whole way, worry filling the gold dragon. He hated this, wanted to fight it, a cold fear in his gut. But, as if arguing, his sack filled with a new heat, a new hunger. It had tasted food for the first time, and it already wanted more, despite the full state. His slit gaped a bit, winking as Crimson was dragged forward against his will, fuzzy face soon smushed against Ky's tip. With a sorry sounding mewl, the small cat's face disappeared inside Ky's tip with barely any help from either of the two chromatic dragons. The red one stepped away, returning to his seat to watch.

Ky's cock seemed like it had jumped in experience, Crimson's head sliding in fast, soon up to his shoulders, Ky letting loose a hot breath. Maybe it was just that the cat was much smaller than the wyvern, in height and build, or perhaps it was his cock, demanding more, but it was clear this was going to be over fast. Guilt and shame washed over the dragon, making his hiss as his cock sucked down the unwilling cat, gray legs squirming and kicking as those shoulders got tugged inside. Ky wasn't sure he'd ever be able to recover from this, to go back to being a Paladin- he could make a justification of killing a cultist with an alternative to a sword for Alin, but this was nearly as bad as gutting an innocent! Crimson didn't want this!

At least, that's what Ky thought, until the cat's whimpering protests turned to soft moans, running up the length of his cock. Ky's confused expression prompted another laugh from the black dragon, scaled hand patting on the small cat's exposed rump, just a few inches away from Ky's tip. "Everyone learns that they belong as a part of dragon eventually, Paladin. They know it's what they deserve." Ky growled out, as Crimson's face pushed into his bloated balls, distending them once more, forcing his golden flesh onto the ground, where it squelched, pushed aside his pool of pre.

The feline squirmed, rubbing against his prison as his entire top half started to curl up inside Ky, swimming in his seed. The Paladin's cock sucked up the last bit quickly, and the black dragon took the chance to step in close, the dark male's ample backside bumping up against Ky's chest, before sliding down, resting atop the larger dragon's heavy shaft, black feet pushing up against the sides of the golden nutsack that rested on the floor.

Ky gasped and thrusted, unwilling, jostling the cat in his balls enough to earn a mew, as the softer scales of his tormentor's thick thighs rubbed against his shaft. His cock flexed, slapping against the smaller male's front, further coating him in thick stripes of clear pre, staining him with Ky's scent. The black dragon seemed perfectly at home, happy to play with such a rebellious cock, rubbing the fat head in his heads, pulling it close so that the powerful blasts of pre rushed against his chin and neck, pouring down his body.

Ky's head swam, struggling to deal with the attention his cock was getting, while his balls gurgled below, Crimson's constantly struggles fading bit by bit. "Mm! We're almost done, you stud. We've tainted you, turned you on to your dark side, given you just the small touch of magic needed to give you the chance to fall into depravity. All we need to do now is make sure you have a constant reminder to give in, to Ascend to our cause." Black fingers tugged at his ridges, teased under the head of his cock, even reaching down to grope over Ky's melon sized balls as they finished up the small cat, rounding out once more, the bottom of his testes resting flatly against the ground from their weight and size. Ky's cock gave a good few pulses, surging forward, but only grew about half as much as last time, about an inch longer.

"Hmm, what a shame! Little Crimson only added that tiny bit? I guess he wasn't worth very much. Oh, well. He's much better off as your next load than as a cat." He hummed, his crown of horns bumping against Ky's chin, as he continued to tease and stroke. Ky twitched, occasionally pushed into giving little half thrusts, muscled body pushing the smaller male up every so often. Ky's aching balls groaned with their need for release, veins on his shaft standing out strongly as he was pulled closer and closer to orgasm. He was nearly there, balls tight and tingling, shaft at the very max of firmness, standing like still against the black's chest, when the sticky, pre-covered male pulled away, leaving him the hiss as the orgasm faded back into a low rumble in his balls.

His blue eyes glared at the black dragon, who suddenly seemed all business, speaking to the other four dragons in a different language, seeming to pass out instructions, before switching back to common. "I've been waiting for this chance for a while- you'll all get along fine without me. You know what to do about our friend, there," he said, gesturing towards Jalle. "But, now it's time I fulfilled my own purpose, made my dreams come true." He turned back towards the dragon, taking the cock that reached his meaty thighs in height in hand. He grinned deviously at Ky, turning around, leaving the Gold confused once more.

The black dragon, who's name Ky still didn't know, was talking like he wouldn't come back from this. Was he going to join the other two, down Ky's nuts? He didn't think he could take another. But, that couldn't be it. The black dragon grabbed his full cheeks, spreading them apart to show off his pucker, which quickly pressed against Ky's tip. Unlike Jalle, he seemed far more used to hyper dragon dicks, and quickly sank upon Ky, taking half in a moment, drawing a long moan out of the stud as he slid all the way to the bottom, despite that the cock must be poking near the male's chest.

Pre quickly began to fill him, making that cute tummy swell out in seconds, as magic flashed brightly. Ky closed his eyes, looking away, scared to see what had changed when he opened them. He still felt the dragon's hot innards against his cock, and as he opened his eyes again, he found... Nothing really different. The dragon, sitting impaled on his length, just rubbed his slightly swollen stomach with contentment.

Ky panted still, looking about, as if expecting something grand and terrible, but so far, the cavernous room was just quiet, save for the sound of his cock pumping hot pre, which splattered slowly onto the floor below, and the crackling flames. His ears flicked as the pattering of wet pre stopped, his wrists tugging again, with futility, at the chains that held him. He could, slowly, feel something changing. His cock felt like it was going numb, the constant fire and need to cum waning off, as his sensitive cockflesh dulled, growing less distinct.

He heard the obsidian dragon moan out, squeezing his stomach once more, Ky feeling his feet tuck in tight against his balls, watching with some interest as the black's dick jerked and spewed a few more lines of watery, pale cum.

-

Sharhadis had been roaming for a long time. Years and years ago, he'd gone through his own Ascension- though it wasn't quite like Ky's. No, the cat would learn about that soon enough. His slim fingers ticked down over his belly scutes, rubbing the hot swell on their way down, to squeeze at the gold's thighs. He was so ready to settle down. Like Crimson, he hadn't quite gotten what he'd expected out of the cult, but he was more than happy to fill the role needed.

He'd adored dragons from a young age, and getting to be one for a while fulfilled almost all of his wildest, craziest fantasies. But he'd never been able to put himself in the position of true devotion like those lucky cultists stewing in Ky's balls, until now. It was his wet dream come true, the one thing that all the lewd years hadn't given him.

The heat from the gold was amazing, and Shar could feel it pooling in his gut, pumped out of the wondrous shaft embedded in him. He had more than lucked out with this Gold, as truth be told, the cult wasn't in the best of spots. They needed a new icon, a new Paladin of their own to lead Tiamat back into strength. Ky was the perfect fit, and his friend was full of magical potential, certain to fill the role Shar was leaving open.

He burped, having the decency to blush just a tad. He couldn't help it, with all that pre in him. Already, he could feel the magic at work, shifting him, changing him. He couldn't move an inch on that cock, stuck in the last place he'd ever move. His stomach roiled for a moment, before quieting, another urp sounding in his throat. He had much he wanted to say, but as the pre stopped flowing into him, he knew he only had a few more words.

He felt weak, his arms and legs taking a mountainous effort to move, his black tail patting against Ky's strong abs, before curling down, around his nuts. "I'm -hic- yours now, stud," he grunted. Something hot and wet pooled in the back of his throat, but he could swallow it back, for now. His core was tense, urging him to sit straight, though he leaned forward while he could. He could tell that Ky had no idea what was going on, and it filled him with glee knowing he'd get to be a part of this. It had been his idea from the very start, though they hadn't had a chance to use it until now.

How could someone stay good when they had a piece of evil attached to them, in the most intimate way possible? As a dull pounding began to run through him, it felt as though lava flowed through his veins, making every inch of him hot. A buzz of pleasure was filling him, bit by bit, emanating from his middle. He pressed in, against his stomach, and while he could no longer feel Ky's steely prick, he felt a growing firmness, pulsing against his fingers.

He tried to move his legs, and couldn't, tried to unwrap his tail from Ky's balls, and only succeeded in tugging them up, for a moment. He smiled, starting to settle in. He put his hands inbetween his thighs, right by his own cock, shuddering as his smaller length came again at the mere thought of what he was going to be, though he could produce little more than weak drops at this point, since he was so tapped out.

His body forced him to pull straight, sitting up. He fought it, just for the fun, trying to wriggle this way and that as the dragon behind him gasped. He could move a bit, leaning forward, before he was pulled back in, his body pulsing hotly. Wet drool slickened the scales around his lips, making them shine. The same hot well pushed into his throat, flowing over into his mouth, and he struggled to fight it back, thrilled at the chance. He imagined someone unaware going through this, wondering what was going on as their body stiffened, as virile musk tried to come up and out, and he groaned as his member throbbed, dry cumming. He coughed and hack, spitting out a thick wad onto the ground.

He heard the dragon mumbling behind him, trying to figure it all out. "Mmf. Silly man. Are you blind?" he asked, his voice slurring as some extra liquid slid under his tongue. "Look at me. My legs grow gold and heavy, my tail already sinking in. My- glrp," his voice cut off as his form suddenly throbbed, jerking up as a pulse of blood ran through him, pumped by Ky's heart. Pre jetted into his muzzle, running out between his sharp teeth, over his chin and chest. "Nf. M-my arms, stuck to my body, useless... You magnificent, muscled idiot, I'm gonna be your cock."

He finished talking just in time for the next pulse to rock his body, sending a wave of cracking pleasure through him, the spurt of pre strong enough to slam against the roof of his mouth, splattering messily on the ground. Panting, he tilted his head down, looking over his progress. His thighs and legs had added to the dragon's golden orbs, leaving impressions of where they once were. The black scales had mostly changed to Ky's gold, but a few obsidian flecks remained, for now. His tail was all but gone, looking more like a fat vein briefly running from Ky's groin to his slit. His hips were forming the large base of Ky's prick, the dragon's characteristic ridges starting to form on his flesh, distending scales. The very bottom of what was clearly Ky's new shaft had taken on a leathery look, scales melting down and becoming skin, shiny with pre. It was slowly creeping up Shar's body, the male's cock sticking to his front, getting pulled in by a flap of flesh.

"I'm going to be with you every step of your journey," he panted, Ky's taste strong in his mouth. He longed to be touched, every inch of him sensitive. He could feel the warm air like never before, the dragon's hot, puffing breath on his head sending electric pulses through his form. He blurbled, his next sentence immediately cut off by an inopportune throb, pre cascading out from his mouth. He couldn't move himself at all, now. An overwhelming stiffness ran through his body, and as pleasure mounted his words and thoughts became less lurid.

Half of his body was pure dick, his onyx scales having tainted Ky's cockflesh black, leaving a permanent reminder of the ex-dragon. He couldn't rightfully call himself one any more, and... He didn't want to. He was Cock, through and through. The last bits of his draconic body would soon be gone, just fantastic, full prick. He could feel Ky's nuts, in lieu of his lower half, and was overwhelmed by the horrible, full ache in them. His legs and tail had only added to the growing maelstrom within, and the seed in them boiled. That, along with the heat of a fire-based, golden dragon, make Shar feel like a volcano, nearing eruption.

Throbs and pre came quicker now, slamming through him, making his eyes roll back in his head. He didn't focus on anything but the feeling of being a cock, his ears twitching sporadically. "Guh. Glrp, glrk..." Lewd, wed sounds came from his mouth, pre starting to take away his ability to speak. "Every... Ass, every mouth, -Sprp!-, every erection! I'm just your meat, your willing cock! Use me, stroke me!" His voice grew louder, yelling while he could, hot pre pouring from him. His head was stuck, now, pointing directly up, his black eyes meeting Ky's blue, seeing the turmoil and blatant arousal within His crown of horns shifted and fell as ridges formed over his throat, black cockflesh taking him up past the shoulders, rounding the nubs down until they were uniform with the rest of him. He was just a head on a cock, eyes glazed over, most spurts of pre heading right out of his mouth, raining down over his head, not that he seemed to notice. "F-fat, manly, hunky cock... Ungh! Glurp!" The last few words of the cock were just forceful exhalations of air, that numb lips attempted to form into more names for itself, disrupted by the growing amount of thick juices.

Shar felt his head bloat out, his eyesight finally leaving him, his muzzle sealing up until it formed the golden dragon's stout cumslit, leaving Shar nothing more than all he had ever aspired to be- A chunky, substantial, messy, musky, studly baby maker for a powerful man. Acceptance of what he was, coupled with all Ky had been through, brought forward powerful jerks to his form. He could feel his muscles contracting near his base, almost painfully hard, pulling tight as it ran up his body, swelling his head out briefly once, and then twice, before a molten lance of seed rocketed through him, the cock awash in release. His form threw it long and hard, and while he couldn't see it, he could feel it- the weight of Alin and Crimson, mixed, bulging out his cumtube before the cock squeezed, shooting it out.

He felt his expulsion's slick embrace outside him, along with Ky's quickly pumping heart, pounding with all the blood and strength he needed. Cum was pulled up from those hefty nuts, into his tube-like form, rushing all the way into his mouth- well, slit, and out. He felt immensely proud, happy, and settled in for the ride.

-

Ky had had three people, now, forcibly added to his body. Alin and Crimson dwelled heavily in his sack, and Shar now throbbed between his legs, drenching his new owner, the platform, Jalle, and the thrones in a literal shower of seed. Ky's cock had grown to epic proportions, near three feet in length with balls that touched the ground, from his crouching position. Lances of his virility shot multiple feet into the air, before crashing down.

His new cock felt even more sensitive than his original, and he wasn't sure if it was because of Shar's (Where'd he get that name from...?) presence or not, but he felt each shot with much more detail than before. The cultists rioted under his masculinity, greedily tossing away their masks, staining their robes in an attempt to get at Ky's plentiful spunk, sucking it down, rubbing it into their bodies. Apparently Ky had started an orgy, and as the ritual completed, he could feel a new, raw power rushing through him. The chains behind him broke, but he couldn't flee.

His hands went to grasp his member, directing his flow as it filled the lower portion of the room. He touched the power, and found he could direct it, turning it onto one of the cultists. The one he picked jerked and gasped, suddenly driven to an immediate orgasm, convulsing with pleasure on the ground. It left him feeling dirty, oily after using it, and he shuddered. His orgasm couldn't last forever though, and Shar started to slow with his spurts, drooping forward. He was drained, slapping wetly into the mess he'd created, and Ky leaned forward, nearly as exhausted. He propped himself up on his knuckles as the orgy raged around him, but he couldn't keep himself awake any more. Ky flopped atop his black cock, consciousness fleeing.