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It was always said that the Craggline Ridge had a dragon in it, protecting it. Not that anyone would ever come to attack it, since the mountains were on the upper edge of the continent, between a rough sea next to a sheer cliff, and miles of frozen hills and caves. It was a treacherous land, but perhaps that made it the best possible place for a white dragon to make his home.

The nearest town, half a hundred miles away, had told tales of dark wings and frozen livestock for a hundred years, passing down generation by generation, until the dragon was more of a common occurrence than a disastrous being that could end their village in a day if it wanted. Over the past ten years, though, the dragon became less common, no one seeing hide nor scale.

With the dragon potentially being taken out or wounded, it made it the perfect time for aspiring adventurers to come and search the cave for glory and gold, and that's just what Book Eater and his crew were after. Book was a bit short for your typical gnoll, stepping in at about six and a half feet tall. He was a runt for a pack of gnolls, but when it came to other species, he was rather average, his build decently athletic without being overly muscular. He dressed in thick, fluffy robes to cut out the cold, adorned with bottles and tools of various make, ingredients stuffed in many pockets all over, so he could whip up something at a moment's notice. He had a short sword strapped to his thigh and perhaps a few daggers hidden on his body. You couldn't see much of it currently, but his body was covered with a nice tan color, a dark splotch on his muzzle, and some lighter brown accents, including a fluff of hair over his head.

Along with him was Belzeix, a hyena rogue who used a mix of lightning magic and daggers to disable traps and incapacitate foes, wearing leather armor with cloth and cotton stuffed underneath for insulation, his fur mostly grey with dark blue highlights. Celes, a Lapphund with a brown coat on her front and legs, with a dark coat reaching down her back and thighs, extending over the top of her tail. Long, brown hair flowed down her back in a ponytail while flowing bangs stained purple hung down over sharp, blue eyes. She wore a thick, leather coat that extended down into an extended, flowing bottom that kept the window off of her boots, thick pants stuffed into the cuffs to prevent snow from getting in. The last party member was Arkai, a snow leopard who needed less heavy clothing than the rest. He still wore a solid, black cloak over grey, white, spotted and striped fur. His long, fluffy tail trailed behind him, out of a slit in the cloak.

It was the end of another long day of travel, for them. These snowy wastes hadn't ever been inhabited, as icy crevasses and lack of life made it quite hard to survive. They did find the occasional snow hare or rabbit to keep them going with fresh meat, but the plants and wood for fire were scarce and far between, giving them only enough for a meagre fire each night. But, they were coming upon the base of the ridge, so they should be close to the dragon's lair.

Tucked away between two large, icy spikes of rock, they find what they believed to be the entrance- at least, for them. It was likely the dragon had recruited some people to spruce his cave up over the years, and the smaller sized people used this cleft opening, since there was no way a full sized dragon would fit into what was essentially a torn hole in the crack of the mountains, standing maybe seven feet high and two thick, it was ringed with jagged rock, the floor descending into roughly-hewn steps. The first few feet were covered in snow and ice, making the footing treacherous.

For the first hundred feet or so, they descended into darkness, the rock steps growing steeper and sharper. Through the light of their torches and Arkai's magic flame, they made it deep below the mountain, where it finally began to open up into a larger cavern- one where they knew they had made the right choice. It looked like the work of ancient dwarves, refined and skilled stonework making a neat room filled with delicate engravings on the walls.

It looked like an ancient mudroom of sorts- a place where people could put up their coats and gear before entering the complex proper. It was warmer here, away from the falling snow and harsh winds, so some of the members took this opportunity to remove some excess, shedding a few layers or pulling out white globs of cotton from under their clothes to set in a little cubby.

The door opened into a large area, one that seemed to be communal, for short creatures. Each of the party could only just stand up, a few of them having their ears graze the ceiling as they walked. The fine stonework stayed consistent, the walls marbled with the different colors of stone, showing the progression of the mountain tens of thousands of years ago, all polished to a smooth sheen. There was little in the way of dust and grime, but the room had a good assortment of small chairs and tables.

"Dwarves, then? They hardly seem like a northerly sort," chimed Belzeix. "Unlikely," said Celes, her voice soft. She leaned down to inspect a table. "It's good craftsmanship, but no dwarf would craft a table so... Feminine," she said with a laugh. "There's too many curves and not enough beards. The only creatures this short I can think of that would make sense are kobolds."

Book walked the room as his companions spoke, coming upon an ornate box stuck conspicuously in the middle of a shelf. He pops it open, and inside, sits a golden bangle inlaid with opal. He could feel magic emanating from it, offending his fine-tuned senses with an enchantment of brute strength and little finesse. He checked on his party, to discover that they had taken seats and began to argue about how worthless kobolds were and that there was no way they could ever build something like this.

Book knew not to judge others by their covers, but apparently his party needed a reminder. There was no risk of him being caught, so he pulled out some tools and materials from his pockets. It took a while of tapping at the bracelet, testing which metals responded in what way, pouring a specially treated sand mixed with mercurial metals on the gem, but he was able to discern more or less what it did.

It was pretty devious, and he quite liked the idea. He could play along with their games- in his terms. Using other such objects and a quick spell or two, he removed the whole brainwashing tidbit, changed a thing or two, and then it was all good to go. He slipped the bangle on! Nothing happened immediately, but he did feel giddy, waiting for it to start. Book was very excited to get started with this adventure.

He hid the jewelry under the long arm of his jacket, and walked back to the chittering party. He could feel the magic diffusing slowly through him, but only because he knew exactly what to look for. "Alright, gang. Let's get going. We've got a lot of treasure to find." Celes, perky and excitable, was the first to her feet, a big smile on her face. Now that she was missing the top later and her thickest jacket, her delightful, chubby body got to shine through. Book enjoyed the sight of it- even without the bracelet's help, which was helping.

Arkai and Belzeix stood up, only for a bristle of wrongness to run up Book's spine. His subordinates shouldn't be taller than him, that was just wrong. The gnoll clapped his hands together with a smile! "Good!" He walked briskly towards the next door, party in tow. They passed by a few interesting rooms, though found nothing too extravagant. Some barracks with appropriately sized small cots carved from stone, a little armory with metal weapons, named daggers and short swords, though they'd be like long swords for their intended wielders. Bel took a few, "Always useful!" he claimed.

It was when they found the kitchens that Book realized he now stood nearly as tall as Arkai, and his arms were more thoroughly filling out his jacket, the sleeves beginning to grow tight around his muscles. He squeezed and flexed them, enjoying the feeling of the fabric as it stretched and groaned. All in all, things were going well.

Book began to feel the need to micromanage, too. If his party members wandered off or did something without him telling him to, he'd snap and bark at them .He was met with a few deadpan expressions and sighs at first, but, whether they knew it or not, each of them was changing, too. They responded to him better, especially as he continued to grow, Book beginning to look out of place in clothes that didn't fit.

The four of them came into a large room, the walls lined with shelves, bookcases in the middle. Most of them were tiny, but even Book had to agree that this must've been quite the advanced sect of kobolds to have an entire library. As they'd soon find out. From a pair of double doors on the other end came a well uniformed phalanx of short, white kobolds. Standing two feet apart, near perfectly, were eight stout, thick 'bolds with scales the color of marble, complete with black and grey dots.

The leader, signified with a red band tied around his arm, pointed a tall spear at the party- "Intruders!" Each of them raised a metal shield, nearly a tower shield for creatures so short, and split into groups of two. Book pulled out a dagger and a small, purple bomb, while Arkai drew two short swords, a holy carving of his god dangling from one hand. Belzeix brought out a pair of sharp, deadly dirks, lines engraved on the blades through which lightning began to spark. Celes only had one dagger, and it was closer to an athame with a tipple, curved blade that was adept at drawing blood.

The party set Arkai in the back, and took up defensive positions as the oddly trained kobolds advanced, and it took only seconds for them to close the gap, making quick, deadly thrusts with their spears. Using a bangle of flint and the back of his sword, Book lit his grenade and tossed it out at the highest concentration of kobolds. They were too smart to be bunched together, but they couldn't escape the cloud of gas that snaked out, either.

The three of them that inhaled it seemed to be struck by seizures of sorts- they all fell to the ground, and squirmed about, trying to get themselves up. It was a devious concoction, Book Eater had to admit. It swapped any input your brain sent out and flipped it! If they tried to move their right arm, they'd move their left, if they wanted to move their head to the right, it'd go left! It'd cause more than enough confusion while his party dealt with the rest.

One kobold, his partner down, was up against Celes, who stood in a ready, cautious stance. Her dagger was held low, in front of her, ready to parry while her free hand flexed fingers. The 'bold moved in for a thrust, and Celes pushed it out of the way using her dagger, immediately conjuring an ethereal hand inside the white guard's defense. She pushed his shield out of the way with a slap, and sunk her dagger into his surprised throat. By the time the shock expression had turned into a limp, soulless gaze, she had already moved on, trying to circle behind another enemy.

Belzeix was fending off a pair of kobolds, who used their skills to constantly pressure him, with one jabbing from one direction while the other waiting for him to block, before going in at another angle. They pushed him back, away from the group, isolating the hyena so they could better wear him down. His guard was good, but the dagger-wielding male was more used to putting on the damage than taking the brunt of attacks, and cuts were appearing quickly over his face and arms.

His blades crackled and popped as white energy filled the hollowed out tines carved into their surface, the kobolds getting a shock whenever he managed to parry. It wasn't enough to end their assault, but it certainly put them on edge. Lightning began to snap and crackle, extending out from his blades, held together in a tight braid of blinding streaks. He flicked a digger towards the ground and left a dark burn mark over the stone, making the right kobold skip a step back. His next lash sent a stream between them, and drove the pair further apart, sending the left 'bold off balance. He swept the legs out from under him, and slammed his sparking dagger through a metal breastplate like it were butter. The stuck dagger stopped glowing as he concentrated his magic into the right dagger, chucking it at the remaining enemy, who hid behind his shield. The dagger connected point first- but this one didn't pierce through, instead discharging all of it's stored energy through the shield, sending the kobold to the ground, smoking.

Book wasn't happy, seeing three kobolds dead in the span of a few seconds. "Don't kill them!" he snapped, teeth bared at his party. The other three members were surprised, but cowed, With three kobolds incapacitated, and three dead, that left just two surviving. Arkai lifted his idol, and said a prayer under his breath, Bel's wounds filling with a golden light before disappearing entirely.

Admittedly, the fight had kinda worked Book up! All that physical exertion, moving his body and getting a bit of sweat going, while hearing Celes's soft little grunts of effort had made him rock hard, erection hidden away in his pants. If you could call something that pressed so hard against his pants that it created a clear outline of his tip, with a nice wet spot 'hidden'. He was approaching upon that lapphund, the seams of his pants beginning to tear.

Bel, meanwhile, had noticed a scent in the air. His sensitive nose could pick up a lot- and this strain was very enticing. It was weak, but it contained a lot of the things he enjoyed.

The scent of a man after a hard workout, sweat under their fur. The scent of arousal, bubbling up strong, and the slick, manly musk that came with it. It was tinged with the sweet notes of warm sugar and caramel, the medley of them all culminating in an addictive scent that he craved more of. The hyena's prick was stiff in his pants, as he looked up to see Book heading for the other rogue. Since when did he get so tall?

Arkai was sheathing his swords. He didn't have to fight, but then, that was a good fight to be in. If all he had to do was heal his friend's wounds, then he'd played his role right. He felt like his companions were letting the long travel and the dungeon get to them, though, they were all acting a little weird. The past few hours, Book had been snapping and ordering more. Celes had been checking him out way more, and once, he was fairly sure he caught her with a hand down her pants. Bel... He'd never been close, but even now he could hear sniffs and snuffles, snoot pointed at the gnoll.

It came as a surprise to him, when Book grabbed Celes close, her brown hair swaying in the air, and tore her top off to expose her breasts. She let out a soft "Oh!" and he figured she'd start yelling- but instead she looked up at the gnoll and bit her lip, her paws going to explore his chest and abs. Her slim paws made their way to his pants, and squeezed at a bulge Arkai couldn't quite see. He felt a blush creeping over his cheeks...

Celes felt like she was in heat! Somewhere between when the fight started and ended, her slit had gotten damp, her nipples erect, and her thighs began to quiver. It was definitely a bit odd, but she could hardly care about that as Book stomped over to her, and laid her chest bare, the cool air feeling rather nice on her fevered, hot front. She didn't even care that her clothes were torn to tatters, the worries of escaping this place through miles of snow completely out of mind.

Her pants were quick to follow, though she removed them a little more conventionally, tugging them down to expose her sopping sex, and plump ass. She kicks them to the side and sits on her butt, legs spreading out as her tongue lolled from her lips. She leaned back, putting her weight on her hips and her hands, waiting to see what Book would do to quell this sudden lust.

The gnoll was drinking in her body, taking a long sniff to sample her feminine scent, while he worked off his jacket and shirt. Arkai, being the one of them who's head wasn't clouded with either musk or lust, noticed that their leader's fur was thin, and underneath, it looked like there were a layer of shimmering green scales coming in. The gnoll's pants looked small on him, too, only reaching down to his mid-shin, where before they'd hung around his feet.

Book's canine dick was fully erect, knot inflamed and full, leaking precum like a faucet as he settled in above Celes. The lapphund squirmed in anticipation, watching that big man get on his knees and push up close, his breath washing over her muzzle as she drank in his scent. She squeaked as his cock, a filling eight or so inches, poked her slit and sent tingles running through her stomach and groin. She inhaled, sucking up that caramel-hinted musk and letting a dopey, lusty expression take over her face.

Her cunt spread easily for the black gnoll dick, her innards hot and sopping wet. She couldn't remember the last time she was this excited for sex. Every little touch and throb felt like the sensitivity had been upped tenfold, and before Book was even halfway in, her head was leaning back with a loud moan. The gnoll's hard, sharp teeth raked over her neck, and the dog shuddered, cunny clenching and squeezing as more inches filled her up, her body rocked with a sudden orgasm.

Book knew it was no simple heat, why she was acting this way. His heart was pounding, his cock the hardest it'd ever been, because he knew just what was going to happen to Celes. Bel seemed to be enthralled as well, with how he hovered behind them, sniffing and panting. The gnoll could smell the hyena's arousal, but he didn't care. Not now. Celes had his full attention, and his eyes ran down her brown front, following the white line in the middle that went from her muzzle to her snatch, his onyx dick spreading apart her pink lips.

His knot pressed to her lips, and Book could feel her tunnel squeezing around him, silken walls clenching at him, demanding more. Wet drops leaked out around his black bulbs, staining the fur of his nuts and making him snarl. He desperately wanted to just breed her into the ground, to feel her groaning and squeezing around him. His knot pressed further and further in, Celes' flower spreading to accommodate. He saw her biting her lip, eyes squeezed shut as she went through a second orgasm in such a short span, and enjoyed feeling her clench tight around him. His knot popped in with a gasp from her, and he knew that her fate was sealed.

Arkai was trying to ignore his fucking friends. He didn't want to leave the room, in case he was ambushed by kobolds. He didn't want to be here because apparently his party would rather bone than adventure. Book was looking more scaly by the moment, Celes was a moaning mess, and Bel had his nose so close to the gnoll's ass that Arkai was surprised he wasn't slurping. All he could do was fold his ears down and try to forget that they existed. He brought the idol of his god up, and held it between his hands, mumbling out a prayer.

Book, meanwhile, ran his tongue over sharper teeth. His snout was filling out more, his tongue becoming longer and thinner, though still quite strong. His arms were filling out with muscle, the brown fur giving way to hard scales. His tail felt thicker, longer, and when it brushed around Bel's neck, he tugged the hyena in, burying that snout between his cheeks. He could feel his length throbbing, sending out waves of pleasure up his shaft and out, into Celes, as they were stuck together. He could already see that some of her fur was thinning, skin darkening.

The female of the party felt like she was in heaven. It was almost like being in constant orgasm, even if she couldn't really feel her vagina any more. She thought it was odd that there was a feeling of firmness there, but she couldn't squeeze or flex those muscles. Her hands were trembling against the ground, her elbows feeling weak as he was forced to hold this position. Her legs lacked the strength to curl around Book's hips, and instead hung half-bent near his legs.

"Hrk!" Air rushed up her throat, and much to her embarrassment, she let out a loud belch, the last of it tasting... Sweet. Her blush would've deepened, if it could. Hic- oof, what was wrong with her stomach right now? She hiccuped again and gasped as her body jerked upward a touch, sending her falling on her back. She expected to feel the hard stone rap her head and shoulder blades, but instead, she simply hung from Book's hips.

She blinked as she bobbed in the air, and only now began to feel a little bit worried at the way Book was grinning at her, a reptilian grin spread wide over a mouth full of sharp teeth, barely any fur clinging to the top of his muzzle. Celes hiccuped again, and this time a backwash of fluid rose up. She swallowed it down, but the slick texture stayed in her throat for a few moments. Her leader's hands reached down, grabbing her around her hips, and her eyes widened as they wrapped entirely around her- she must be shrinking.

Her legs were looking odd, too. Swollen, yet soft. She tried to move them, and saw them twitch, her thighs melding to her calves. She could see the progress, as they became uniform, scaled skin replacing her fluff, the flesh beginning to wrinkle as the shapes changed, smoothing out and turning into ovals. Celes hiccuped again, and more of that sweet, caramel flavor returned, specks of fluid hitting her lips.

It felt so good to have him stroke her. She had figured out what was going on, and ultimately, accepted it. She knew she should feel worried or bad about it, but honestly, if he just kept touching her like that, she'd be happy to be his dick. His hands ran up her middle, and his thumbs cupped her smaller breasts as her middle began to thicken into a circular shape. Her hips were widening, even as she continued to shrink, starting to look suspiciously like the knot that had just been stuck in her.

It was black in color, just like the skin that was spreading up her midsection, her fur falling away to slick, veiny blackness with forming ridges. She could see one a few inches above the knot, and the outline of another under her fur. As her legs finished turning into plump, fat nuts for the gnoll, the flow of pre began to pick up, and soon her throat was full of it, the salty fluid washing into her mouth and running out her lips. It was nice- feeling his potent output flow over her face and drip off of her hanging ears.

Book wasn't sure yet, if this was technically jerking off, or if he had to wait until his dick didn't resemble his friend before it was masturbation and not super kinky sex. She filled his hands nicely- he'd wanted a dick that reflected his new size and station, and while the bangle would've given him a generous one, he felt like he could stretch it a bit more. If you turned a friend into your cock, they'd better be a really damn good cock. Celes was on the way to fitting that bill, with a girth he couldn't fit his hands around, a knot practically as large as both of his fists, and a leaky tip.

It was pretty arousing, watching his clear pre flow out of her mouth in steady, thick pulses, washing over her face, running down her underside, and dripping off. He jerked along her midsection as her arms faded to nothing, he breasts turned black and became cockflesh, and ridges spouted along the length for texture and dragging out another male's seed. Bel's tongue at his ass only added to the pleasure, his changing length throbbing hard with need. He wouldn't waste this seed on cold stone, though... There was still another he needed to bring in line.

Arkai turned his head as a pop and a whimper sounded from the part of the room he was ignoring. His eyes widened, as Book was now nearly entirely a dragon- horns rose from his head, green smoke wafted from his nostrils, and wings stretched out from his back. The pop seemed to be the sound of Bel coming loose from the dragon's ass, and the cat could only take in all the new details on what used to be a familiar friend.

He must've stood close to eight feet tall now, rippled with muscle without being overly thick or obscene, he had solid arms, ripped abs, and powerful thighs and calves. A black cock hung from his front, dripping a caramel-scented musk that rankled Arkai's nose. Shiny, green scales covered his body, following the same fur pattern, but replaced with shades of emerald.

He wasn't sure what'd happened to Celes, until the dragon came closer and he saw her, mostly changed, hanging from his groin as a new addition to Book. He jerked back, only just able to make out the lusty expression on her face as hot pre poured out, soaking what was left of her fur. She was practically just a fuzzy head on the tip of Book's knotted dragon prick.

The snow leopard scrambled to try and get away, but his feet had a hard time finding purchase on the smooth stone floors, giving Book ample time to grab his robes. "L-Let me go! I don't know what you've done, but I don't want any part of it!" he claimed. Bel was following along like a good pup, his eyes wide and innocent, his muzzle wet with drool.

Book's voice sounded different, deeper. Manlier. "No? Look at Celes! She's loving this. Bel's never been happier. Don't you want to see how good I can make you feel?" His voice echoed throughout the room, and the dragon thrust his hips forward, letting Arkai see every last detail of Celes's wet, musky face. The cock jerked, Book flexing it, and a wide blast of pre shot from it to leave a thick line over the leopard's face. He whimpered a bit, ears folded back as Belzeix caught his eye next.

The hyena was still mostly clothed, save for his dick, which he'd pulled out from the seam of his pants. It throbbed, looking to be at the height of arousal while his wet nose sniffed in the air. Book's free arm lifted, and the hyena meekly approached, before shoving his face in and sucking up every whiff of the dragon's scent that it could get. Bel let out a happy whine and began to lick, taking in his master's scent and taste any way he could.

Arkai refused to give in. He squirmed and kicked, trying to break free of the dragon's strong grasp. He was lifted up by his clothes, brought closer to Book's snout, and he could only watch as the dragon split open his lips and blew, a fog of green mist rushing out to swirl around Arkai's head. He didn't even think to hold his breath, taking in a lungful of smoke, feeling it burn his lungs. He coughed and hacked as his body began to heat, his shaft poking against his pants without him willing it. His rear began to itch, craving the shaft of a larger male.

"N-no..." he said quietly, shuddering as his own body began to betray him. Book set him down, and took a handful of soft, grey hair, keeping Arkai in place. Celes batted against his cheek and chin, leaving sticky marks and tufted fur. He let out a soft yowl as her soft, sticky head was pressed to his lips, the cat squeezing his mouth shut.

"Ah-ah," tutted Book. "Open up, or I'll spread those lips. And no biting- if you sink your teeth in, it's Celes you'll be hurting." The cat's jaw shook, but he held firm- until the dragon's scaled thumb forced its way in, digging past his lips and his teeth, forcing his jaw open. Before he could snap down, Celes's furred tip pushed in, and then he was stuck. He couldn't hurt her, especially in her terrible situation. He wasn't strong enough to push Book away.

And that cock tasted really, really good. Salty-sweet pre ran over his tongue and into the back of his throat, threatening to force him to swallow. The ridged cock was pushing in ever deeper, as Book removed his thumb to cup the top of Arkai's skull, letting the flicking little triangle of an ear bat between two fingers. He rolled his hips forward, pushing his prick further in, while the cat protested and groaned, words made incomprehensible by the good half a foot thick dick that was spreading his jaw wide.

Celes saw the world go dark around her, Arkai's massive mouth swallowing her whole. His pearly white teeth glinted in the light, soft tongue pressing against her head. She saw pre spurt from her muzzle to splatter over that tongue, the pink flesh pulling back as if trying to escape it, but serving only to provide a nice, textured wall for her head to rub against. She was so stiff! She couldn't move a muscle, but, what cock could? Her face rubbed past that tongue, starting to head into the cat's tight throat. She could feel it as his breath flow up, fast and stressed, serving only to make her pulse in anticipation. She sent another spurt of tasty pre down that tunnel, just for good measure. And because she couldn't help it.

Book thought that Arkai's troubled face was quite cute, when about a third of his foot and a half long cock had been shoved into his mouth. The cat's paws were clutched to his thighs, claws pricking at his scales, but he could barely feel them. The cat's lips were stretched in a wide O, his eyes squinted shut with tears forming at the edges. Just perfection. You couldn't ask someone to make a better dick sucking face. His balls ached for the chance to blow a load down the cat's throat, but it wasn't time just yet.

The throat felt wonderful against his thick prick, and he figured it was partly so enjoyable because Arkai kept trying to push it out. He'd just have to check again once Arkai was a little more agreeable, to see. With both of his big hands squeezing the cat's head tight, pushing it closer to his groin bit by bit, it was impossible for the male to get away. Book took to watching each ridge he had slide inside, feeling his shaft jerk a little at each new one. He took it slow, setting up a rhythm of popping in a ridge, sending a stream of pre in, and then pushing until the next ridge came in. Pop, pulse, push, pop, pulse, push. It was divine.

Arkai felt like his throat was going to burst. The cock being pushed down it was thicker than his arm, and he could feel each individual vein and ridge sliding closer to his gullet. He wanted to suck on it so bad... But he couldn't give in. He wasn't going to let Book do to him what he'd done to the other two. He just wished that he'd caught it earlier. He thought it'd be some quick sex and they'd be on their way... But apparently not.

The snow leopard opened his eyes to a muscled wall of dragon abdomen, sliding forward just a bit until scales met his chin, and balls rested against his neck, heavy and warm. He gulped- he couldn't help it. Arkai swallowed down a bit of linger pre, but it mostly served to just squeezed around the shaft trapped in his throat, forcing him to breath through his nose. He watched as Book began to pull out, sliding those hips back until the cock pulled free.

It was tapered, most of it a uniform thickness, until it reached the top third, where it gradually thinned out to a leaky point- not a single sign of Celes left. Arkai wasn't sure if he should mourn her. It was hard to think about his friend, when a dragon was shoving his fat dick back down his throat.

Book had started to fuck the cat's face, and he could feel the will to resist melting away with each pap of his hips, every time his nuts slapped against Arkai's throat. The cat's rigid pose began to loosen, his claws retracted, the feline starting to swallow and squeezed around his shaft. Damn, he was glad he came on this adventure. He directed Bel between his cheeks again, and shuddered as that warm tongue explored his ass and taint. He pushed forward and felt a smooth, silken tunnel envelop his length. He thrust back and had a tongue pierce his sphincter, desperately trying to get as much of him as it could before he rocked forward again.

Could anyone blame him for cumming? He slammed into Arkai's throat, use a hand to push Bel down, nose right against his tightening nuts as they began to pump. Arkai's hands squeezed greedily at his hips, holding the dragon close. He let out a rumbling roar, more green wisps leaking out from his open maw.

The cock, for it no longer needed a name, was dealing with powerful contractions running throughout his body, a wonderful buzzing sensation filling his head as the nuts outside pulled up. He could feel hot liquid rushing up his body, thickening him even more, before it gushed out of his tip into the dark hole in which he was stuck. He had so much to give, and it all wanted to come out at once, but he could feel that this would last a while. The good cock knew his owner wouldn't need any pesky femininity left, and a cock was the least girl thing he could be, so...

Cum flowed down into Arkai's gullet, filling him with warmth. His mind was a mess. He'd gone from being adamantly against this, to confused, to wanting it in a short period of time, and it was making it so very hard to think. Complex thought had degraded more and more before that cum started flowing, and now that it was pumping inside, he could only think about how he wanted more. More cum, more cock, more dragon. The itch in his ass was infuriating, and he knew it'd only be cured by Book spearing him open. Arkai sucked at that cock, trying to pull out every last drop, but as the minutes passed his stomach began to ache, stretching with seed. He couldn't stop it as it flowed back up, the cock stuck in him helping to quell his gag reflex. Salty seed flooded his mouth and began to drip down his chin.

The spunk, musky and thick, also began to coat Book's nuts. Bel's nose was soon met with wet jizz and he rumbled happily. The dragon's scent was strongest here, and he got to enjoy the feeling of those balls pulling up, before relaxing back against his face, and a new wave of cum splashed back. His tongue was busy at work lapping it up, but there was still too much for that. His 'yeen prick let loose his load on the floor, it's size and scent unimpressive compared to Book's.

Book's body tingled with power, his change complete. He had a pair of dedicated servants, bound to him with magic. His cock let loose one or two last jets of seed, and he began to pull it free, the mostly hard length stuck with a white sheen of cum, some heavy globs sticking to it's surface. Arkai's face was still decidedly cute, stuck nearly in an ahegao position- eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open (gaping, really), with lines of his essence falling from lips and teeth. He could hear the cat begging him, "Fuck me... Fuck me..." Over and over. Soon, little cat. He could see a wet spot under those robes, and knew that, even if he hadn't realized it, Arkai had gotten some release.

From there, Book took his time exploring the rest of the caves. His next run in with the kobolds went much better- they realized who their new master was and submitted immediately. He found the treasure room, appropriately stuffed with coins, gems, and ornate objects of nearly every type. He even found a room with a chair that was practically a throne, which he took to using. The only question now was, what to do next?

He'd erased the pesky effects of being under the control of anyone wearing a stone dragon mask, likely the implanted effect of some cult, and left everything useful to him. He did need to conquer some land near home, now that he had the strength to do so. He knew some people who'd be better off groveling, for sure.