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The village was empty as Ralo stepped onto his front porch. It was a bright, misty summer morning in Palestone: the sun was just peaking over the mountains, shining down through the low-hanging fog that permeated the dewy air. The wind was chilly, yet the clear skies and promise of sunlight made it clear that the lingering cold wouldn't last long. If you walked outside, you could smell the woody, rustic odour of the old houses surrounding you, laced with a hint of moldering trees from the forest to the south and the perfume of blossoming flowers rolling in from the hills to the east.

Although the promise of such a clear day would normally give Ralo cheer, the beginning of every month always filled him with dread. Today, he was one of the Selected, and there was a very good chance that he wouldn't live to see tomorrow.

He passed his eyes over the seemingly empty houses across from him. Each of the single-room accommodations had been built with enough space from each other to provide privacy, but not enough to encourage seclusion. They were simplistic in nature, but then again, the villagers were a rather simplistic people.

They lived on the very southern border of a large, sprawling kingdom ruled by King Mallack. Although they pledged allegiance to the man, there were times when an entire month would pass by without anyone uttering his name. Most of the villagers lived a life quite separated from the influence of the capital, and help was always found locally rather than the distant reaches of a far-off power. In all the time Palestone had existed, there had never been a need to travel to the capital. The only connection they had to their king was through the tax-collector that visited at the middle of every year. He was polite enough, but not a favorable sight for obvious reasons. People didn't feel particularly loyal to their king when it was time to pay up.

Palestone had been content with its separation. There were no hostile nations to the south, and life had been thoroughly peaceful.

That was, until the Naga showed up.

A year ago, if you asked someone in the village if they believed in such creatures, the most you would get is a laugh before you were dismissed as a fool. Mythical creatures and the occult had no role in these people's lives, and scepticism was only to be expected. Their lives were simple and their jobs repetitive. Everything had set schedule, and there was no room for whispers of the fantastic and the unrealistic conjurings of imagination. Everything could be explained by logic, and monsters didn't exist.

Now, however, if you asked that question you would be given a look of fear and hushed. Don't speak of such things, they would say. He'll hear you. Superstition and magic had become a part of their daily lives.

The Naga lived in a tower a mere mile away from where Palestone was located. It had once acted as a barracks for travelling patrols and soldiers, but it had long been abandoned when it became clear that there were no threats to the south of Maximus' kingdom. The fearsome reptile had taken it over and made it his home, living as a constant threat to the people within the village.

And now, Ralo was heading off to meet him.

He stepped off the porch and onto the ground. The soft mud was slow to leave the imprint of his boots as he began walking towards the center of the road. When he arrived, he sighed and looked to his left, spotting the two other men walking towards him.

They were both walking shoulder to shoulder with almost identical, glum expressions. Ivan was the one on the left, with Quentin on the right. Ivan was a tall, lanky man, standing about a foot over his companion as they trudged onwards. Despite the sun beating down upon them, he was wearing a heavy, baggy coat that looked awkward on his thin frame, and grey, wool pants that stretched all the way down to the bottom of his feet. There was no surprise in that: some of the villagers suspected that the Naga chose people based on some sort of odd, sexual attraction, so he must've been trying to cover himself up. Quentin on the other hand, was wearing a standard set of dark green robes, commonplace for some of the shopkeepers in the village. He had an average build, and his arms were folded across his chest as he walked, almost as if he was trying to console himself. Like Ralo, both of them were Selected.

"Are you ready?" Ralo asked as they approached, trying to sound calm.

"No," Ivan replied, visibly shaking beneath his coat. "I'm going to get chosen, I can feel it in my bones."

"Better you than me," Quentin rumbled, casting a dark look in his companion's direction. "I never should have been Selected in the first place." Ivan looked over at him with a hurt expression.

Ralo narrowed his eyes at the cruel comment. "Take back those words, Quentin," he said. "It is your duty as a member of this village to become Selected when it's your turn. You knew this was coming."

"Yes, but it's still bullshit," Quentin replied. "If I get chosen, you know who's going to get my shop? That damn Sirus O'Hanne." He spat over to the side in disgust. "That little bugger's got a line to the council's ear, and he's wanted my goods ever since he set up that bakery of his. He's got a hand in this somehow, I know it."

"All of us have an equal chance, Quentin," Ralo said, anger seeping into his tone. "Your shop has nothing to do with it." He could understand the man's frustration at being Selected, but it was never anyone's fault. It was wrong of Quentin to lash out at Ivan and display such an immature attitude when all of them were making the same sacrifice. "Apologize to Ivan and we can be on our way."

"What difference is that going to make?" Quentin asked. When Ralo gave him a hard look, he rolled his eyes and turned his head towards his companion. "Sorry Ivan, I'm sure you'll be home in time for supper, now can we please just get going? I want to get his over with."

The tone had been a little too sarcastic for Ralo's liking, but he accepted it nonetheless. It was better than nothing. "Very well, let's go," he said.

Without a word, each of them began walking out of the village, slowly shuffling along the dreaded path that leads towards the Naga's domain. One of them were to be chosen to go into the Naga's tower to whatever mysterious horror the evil beast had planned.

For the past year, this was simply how things were. Ever since the Naga had made himself known, the monster had demanded sacrifice. At first, there was resistance. Many of the village people felt confident that a group of them could go to the tower and defeat the Naga and kill him without having to give into his demands. Within the first week, a group of about twenty people had gone to the tower with that intention, armed with only farm tools and heavy jackets to protect them from whatever the monster might have in store. Only five of them made it back.

Again, the Naga demanded payment from the village, this time as punishment for their useless assault on his keep. He decreed that once every month, a group of three people would need to be selected from the village populace to go to his tower where he could choose the one best suited for his needs. Such needs were never revealed, leaving the villagers to assume that whoever was chosen was killed.

After the initial attack failed, the plan instead, became to fortify the village. People figured that the Naga's demands could be avoided as long as they remained in the village and protected their own. The only reason the attack party failed was because they tried to kill the Naga in his home. If they stayed away, the monster would have to come to them, and they would be ready.

After a few months, it became clear that such a plan wouldn't work.

Night after night, patrols of two to three people would walk around the village to provide security. Like the villagers who'd decided to fight, they only carried a handful of farming tools and sharp kitchen knives - hardly good weapons for slaying a powerful monster. Every individual was tasked with making their home a safer place to live: windows were boarded up, fences were built, and doors were given bolts and padlocks to provide an extra sense of safety and security amidst the arrival of this nightmarish assailant. Despite all these preparations, the Naga still ended up getting what he wanted.

At the beginning of every month, people would disappear, regardless of the preparations they made. A shopkeeper would vanish from his store, a farmer would get snatched out of his bed, or sometimes even a guard would be grabbed and dragged away into the woods before any of his or her companions could respond. Nobody was ever able to see what did it. Glimpses of black scales in the moonlight and the glow of yellow eyes were the only references to the appearance of the creature they were facing. Feelings of despair and panic permeated around the village like a contagious disease, and as the fateful day approached, tensions ran unbearably high.

Eventually, the situation became so dire that messengers were dispatched to the capital, urging the help of King Mallack to send soldiers to deal with the foul beast. If the Naga was allowed to continue grabbing people, it wouldn't be long until the remaining villagers would be forced to leave the home they'd loved and treasured for so long. For many, the pain and hardship of doing so would be unbearable. Although some could manage, many would be forced to abandon their homes, professions, and families, and be forced to live a life in the wilds, or a beggar in the capital if they made it that far. To some, the possibility of being captured by the Naga once a month was a less certain fate than sentencing themselves to a life of poverty.

The King however, wouldn't listen to them.

He didn't care for the troubles of a small settlement on the borders of his kingdom, much less one to the south. The south was peaceful, everybody knew that. The possibility of a viable threat harming the villagers was incredibly unlikely, and the story of a monster snatching people in the middle of the night was considered laughable by the sheltered authority residing within the city walls. Nagas didn't exist, and they had bigger problems with encroaching armies up to the north. No soldiers could be spared to investigate the mad rumors of an isolated, superstitious village.

As a result, any messengers Palestone sent to the capital were immediately turned away or dismissed, and it became increasingly unlikely that any help was going to come from an outside source. It seemed that a solution to the problem, as always, would need to come from the cooperation of the villagers themselves.

In order to alleviate some of the fear that gripped the village, it was decided that the Naga's demands would be met. On the first day of every month, a group of three people would be chosen to go and visit the tower as an offering to the beast. Until a more viable solution was made, or a way to kill the monster was discovered, people would rather know who was going to be chosen to go to the tower on that day, rather than live in a constant fear that one of them could be next.

Today, it was Ralo, Ivan, and Quentin who were to make that journey.

They left the village in complete silence, with nobody there to watch them go. Despite the arrangement, nobody went outside on this day. They simply watched, and waited. Ghostly faces and fearful eyes watched through the boarded up windows as they disappeared up the winding trail into the hills, knowing full well that only two of them would be coming back.

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The tower stood dark and ominous as the reluctant trio approached. It seemed that some construction had occurred since they'd last laid eyes on it. The once three story circular barracks now rose up almost seven stories in height, with no indication or markings that betrayed its once smaller construction. The sun was rising over the treeline behind them, casting its bright light over the solid stone bricks and iron windows. Even then however, the murky architecture seemed to repel the invasive sunlight, as if an impenetrable veil of darkened mist was covering the entire building for several yards out. Whether it was a trick of the eyes, or some sorcery of the Naga's Ralo didn't know, but it certainly had its effect: he was frightened.

Ralo didn't need to study his companions to know that they shared his gripping fear. Ivan, who had been shaking when they left the village was now trembling in his heavy coat, and hardly able to walk more than a few paces before he stumbled on the sodden ground. Quentin was holding himself slightly better, but the quick, darting of his eyes and arms twitching within his sleeves gave away his uneasiness. He looked like a frightened rabbit, ready to bolt at any moment. Though Ralo believed that there was a small possibility of the man running, he didn't think the shop-owner would be stupid enough to try. The condemnation one received back at the village for such a display of cowardice was usually more than enough to keep even the most frightened in check. To flee before the Naga had a chance to inspect all of them not only threatened the life of the two remaining, but also the well-being of the village, should the monster become displeased and invoke his wrath. Everyone had to be inspected; there was no other way.

The three of them stopped a good few meters back from the heavy, oaken doors leading inside. The darkened wood was dead and rotting, and the smell of mold and fetid moisture crept through the air to where they stood. Ivan shuddered tremendously at such a close proximity, whereas Quentin made a small, vulgar gesture and cursed under his breath. Ralo held himself firmly, curling his fingers and clenching them into fists. Now all they had to do was wait.

Not a sound stirred from the dark, silent building as they waited. The only noises they could hear was the soft, rustling of trees as an early wind washed down from the hills, along with their own, panicked breathing.

"Does he know we're here?" Quentin asked, leaning in close to Ralo and whispering.

"I think so," Ralo answered, looking up at the dark windows. "There's no way we made it here without him noticing." He returned his gaze to the door, waiting for a few more moments in complete silence for the entrance to stir. Nothing.

"Perhaps we should knock?" Ivan said, coming in close to whisper as well. Quentin snorted in derision.

Ralo shook his head. "No, just wait a bit longer. He'll come out," he said. He shared his companion's uneasiness, but there was no need to do anything more than wait. As far as they knew, the monster could be studying them now, making his decision without actually coming out to visit them. A chill crept down his spine at the thought.

A few minutes passed with little to no conversation between them. The was some uneasy pacing as they continued to wait, with Quentin continuing to fidget within his sleeves and Ivan rubbing himself and continuing to look up at the tower with a frightened expression. The ominous presence of the tower never faded, retaining all of its sinister qualities even as they spent more time next to its foreboding entrance. There was some further talk of walking up to the door to knock, but Ralo insisted that they wait. The Naga was almost certainly watching them. Although they were alone, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that they were somehow on display, like a trio of freshly caught fish, draped across as flat expanse of rock, waiting for the shadowy predator looming over them to take its first bite from the most delicious-looking victim.

Ralo was contemplating how long the Naga might make them wait when suddenly, there was a high, rotting creaky sound coming from the door.

The party froze as one, holding their breath in horrified unison as the door opened, revealing a black interior where none of the light touched. The heavy wood opened seemingly of its own accord, continuing to rotate slowly on its rusted hinges before impacting the stone wall to each side, causing Ivan to flinch. The smell of wood was suddenly replaced with an overwhelmingly strong odour of sickly sweet musk and the dry, heady stench of a reptilian den. Humid moisture was palpable on the air, and despite its fetid warmth, the three humans stepped back with a shiver, their hearts becoming heavy in their chests.

Suddenly, there was a voice from inside: The middle one.

The serpentine tone grated from the entrance like sandpaper over cobblestones. It came as almost a whisper, yet audible enough to be clear. Ralo thought he might've imagined it at first, yet the terror-stricken faces of his companions told him that he was wrong. He felt a spike of dread lodge itself in his throat and hold, making it difficult to breathe. He felt dizzy, and he tried to swallow but found that he couldn't. The meaning behind the Naga's words had been clear enough: it wanted him. Slowly, both Ivan and Quentin's faces turned to meet his own, staring at him with a sense of dawning comprehension and horror.

Yessss, the middle one ... Ralo is it? Come inside, I wish to speak with you."

Ralo heard the words, yet he remained frozen in place. He'd just been given a death sentence, and he knew it. The vile creature had chosen him for its mysterious purpose. Who knew what torture and inhuman repulsion awaited him once he went inside? Though he'd decided long before that he would demonstrate courage if he had to sacrifice himself for the good of the village, he couldn't do it. He couldn't move towards that horrible voice.

"Y-you heard him, go on," Quentin said, his voice cracking on the last word.

Ralo turned to him in disbelief, his countenance a mixture of fear and hurt. He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. There was nothing left to say that would make a difference.

Turning around to face Ivan, Ralo let out a shrill scream and fell backwards, landing on his back in the soft dirt before frantically shuffling backwards a few yards. The man in the heavy coat was staring at him with a deadpan expression, showing nothing of the overwhelming fear that had been so apparent before. His eyes were yellow and his pupils were slits, much like a snake's yet containing a far more sinister quality. When Ivan opened his mouth, that same, reptilian voice came slithering out.

Go inside human, I'm waiting. I will not ask again.

Ralo remained where he was for the moment, his eyes fixed on the twin pools of alien eyes that had replaced Ivan's own. There were no words to describe how disturbed he felt in that moment. The Naga had never displayed the ability to take control of people before, but now, the man seemed to be a puppet on a string. His grin was wicked and humorless, and his body was disturbingly still. Why the monster wouldn't simply take control of him and make him walk inside he didn't know. Perhaps it was some cruel game to make him stare into his own, undesirable fate before making walk inside of his own volition.

Ivan took a single, shambling step towards him.

Standing up hastily, Ralo took a few steps backwards of his own before turning and facing the tower doors. There was no use in trying to overpower Ivan and run away, his duty was now clear. He'd been chosen, and he had to go inside - for the good of himself, and everyone else back at the village. If he walked away, he knew the Naga would visit his home that night and take away somebody in his place, possibly a child. He couldn't live with that.

With a deep, shuddering sigh, he began to walk forwards, pausing to retch and cough profusely from the rancid smell escaping from the open doors. As he passed through them, he looked back once to see Quentin already striding back from where they came, and Ivan close his eyes and shiver before collapsing onto the grass.

Then the doors slammed shut behind him.

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Ralo gasped involuntarily as the entrance closed behind him, sending a loud, crashing reverberation echoing throughout the expanse of the open hall. It lasted for several moments before dying and fading away, leaving him alone with the sound of his breathing and the pounding of his heart in his ears. Darkness cloaked him where he stood, preventing him from seeing more than a few feet in front of him. The pale light streaming in from the windows however, allowed him to glimpse the murky surface of stone bricks along the wall ten feet above to his right and left, decorated by a few rusty iron candleholders thickened with cobwebs. Although the sun had been much brighter outside, the windows filtered it through as a pale, sickly beam of faded light.

He was alone in the blackness for only a few moments before a high, jovial voice rasped from the shadows: "Droop, wake up! Master has chosen!"

There was a muffled thump, followed by a tiny groan of complaint and the dry shuffling of scales against the stone floor. "Ow! Don't hit me Palit, I see him!" A deeper, yet small-sounding voice exclaimed. "If you touch me in my sleep again I'll pull off your tail!"

"I'd like to see you try," the first voice sneered, the menacing quality of his tone put off by a small whine that sounded at the end. "I'll... I'll smack your snout!"

"That'll be hard to do when you're pinned under my tail. Everyone here knows you're my little pet."

"No, I'm Master's pet," the other voice claimed, "You and your tail can go fall in well for all I care."

There was a brief growl, followed immediately by a thump and a high-pitched grunt of pain. Then, the blackness erupted in a flurry of vicious scrapings and ragged hisses as the two mysterious creatures tumbled around the room, locked in a battle of epic proportions. The scuffle lasted only moments however, before the same, slithering voice that had come from Ivan only moments before came creeping out of the darkness.

"Droop, Palit, is that any way to treat a guest?" said the voice, coming from the other side of the room.

Both of the fighting creatures let out a unified shriek and scrambled to their feet. Apologies quickly flowed from them in a torrent of terrified murmurs as they struggled to regain their footing, their claws tapping lightly on the ground to add to the noise.

"Sorry Master, you're -"

"Right, of course, we didn't mean to - "

"Please don't punish us, we're - "

"It was all Palit's fault, he - "

"If it wasn't for Droop we would've -"

A deep, bestial sigh rose from the darkness, frightening both of the stammering voices into silence. "Do you see what I have to deal with Ralo?" the voice hissed. "It really is a shame to rely on such petssss when they can't even complete the most simple of tasks. Are they not pitiful?"

Ralo couldn't have responded even if he wanted to. He stood completely motionless as soon as he entered the building, his limbs frozen in fear. Now, however, His throat was dry and his tongue felt like sandpaper in his mouth. He could see the glowing, yellow eyes of the Naga hovering in the darkness, radiating with malice at the disloyalty of his subjects. After a moment however, they blinked once and fixed on him with a look of curiosity. His heart leapt into his throat as he starred, transfixed by their radiant depths.

"Oh yes, my mistake. You humans have such terrible eyesight, I almost forgot."

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light. Ralo cried out and shielded his eyes as stars danced across his vision. He was unable to see for almost ten seconds as he held his arm in front of his face, blinking rapidly and waiting for his eyes to adjust. When his vision finally came back, he wished that it hadn't.

All of the iron sconces surrounding the room that had once been empty and swathed in cobwebs were now alight with brilliant flames, all traces of age and decay gone from their metallic frames. Now that he could see, Ralo found himself standing in the middle of a circular, stone entrance hall. There was a wooden table in the corner to his right, and an odd assortment of books in a big, disorganized pile to his left. Despite such features, he couldn't help but stare, slack-jawed, at the three creatures that shared the room with him.

Standing next to the books were two, tiny lizards, both of which stood no higher than a foot above his waist. Although they were reptiles, each of them were standing on two, thin legs, with nearly identical, corded tails jutting out behind them. Their scales were a vibrant shade of green, with differing patterns and patches of red and blue color decorating their faces and their backs. The one to Ralo's right had a vertical set of spikes that ran down the top of his head down to the base of his tail. The other however, had a flimsy-looking set of purple frills on his cheekbones and elbows. Both of them were hunched apologetically in the center of a torn mess of paper and shredded book covers, and were shaking uncontrollably from fear. As to why, Ralo didn't need to ask.

The Naga hovered gracefully at the end of the room, just in front of the doorway leading towards the rest of the tower. It stood about seven feet high, while its smooth, muscular bulk blocked almost the entirety of the entranceway. It had two, webbed spines jutting out diagonally along its head, along with a ling of curved, webbed spines trailing down to its lower back. Unlike the two smaller reptiles in the room, its scales were a pale, almost sickly green color, and swathed in splotches of yellow along the back of his torso, arms, and coils. His front on the other hand, was a murky white that began at the top of his throat and spread across his chest before narrowing down to a rounded point at the start of his long, snake-like body. His coils were curled gracefully around himself, twitching with a restlessness that Ralo soon recognized to be a sign of agitation. The Naga's black claws flexed impulsively on the ends of his narrow fingers, and his eyes were fixed on the pair of quivering lizards, narrowed with hate.

"Report to Azath for your punishment," the Naga said, coldly. "Tell him that the dragons can have their fun with you for as long as they want."

The ones called Droop and Patil looked up, their eyes wide with fear. The complaints began to flow almost immediately from their terrified lips before their Master silenced them with a hiss.

"Do as I say little oness," the Naga said, his tone dropping to a dangerous rumble. "Go and tell him now. I will know if you lie."

With their heads hung low in defeat, the two smaller reptiles held each other tightly and walked quickly from the room, quivering with fright. They leapt nimbly over the Naga's coils and darted past him, not daring to say a word as his pitiless eyes followed them until they were gone. Once they'd left, the Naga turned his head and fixed his nightmarish stare on Ralo.

"Kobolds have their usesss, but entertaining a guest is not one of them I'm afraid," the Naga said. He slithered closer, smiling at the human as his scales dragged wistfully along the stone floor like sandpaper on wood. Ralo took an involuntary step back, which only made the Naga smile wider. "Welcome to my tower, Ralo," inclining his serpentine head with a slight nod. "My name is Korlissss." The Naga's eyes glowed as he pronounced his name, hissing sonorously as his long, red tongue darted from his mouth. The spines along its head widened visibly with excitement.

Ralo could do nothing other than stare at the alien monstrosity that was addressing him. For many long months, the tales of this creature had spread overwhelming fear among the villagers of Palestone. Conjurations of a violent, hideous creature that lurked in the shadow had taken up the majority of his nightmares over the past year, and now he was facing them. The Naga was nothing like he imagined it in his head, and he was put off by the seeming politeness he was receiving.

Korlis only continued to smile at his silence. He was used to this kind of reaction. "You may speak human," he said. "No harm will come to you. Perhaps you should express your gratitude for being invited inside?"

"Th-thank you," Ralo said, timidly. He tried to continue speaking, but found himself unable. He was grateful at all, truly, but it wouldn't be wise to disobey the Naga's wishes, especially in his own domain. Angering Korlis would get him nowhere.

Smiling, the Naga slithered over to his left a few paces, his scales making dry, rustling noises as he moved. "Come closer, Ralo. I would like to study you," he said. Although Korlis was polite, there was also an air of command in his tone, one that expected his orders to be followed.

Continuing with the mindset that pleasing the Naga was the best way to proceed, Ralo began walking slowly towards it. His breath was coming in sharp, fearful gasps as he forced his mechanical legs to make the terrifying journey. Every instinct in his body was telling him to run, but he there was no escaping this creature. Even from his posture, Ralo could tell that the Naga was a fluid, incredibly strong predator, and it would be foolish to think that he could flee from it.

Ralo took a few more steps and stopped a mere two feet away from the Naga, unable to drag himself any closer. At this proximity, he could feel the dry warmth emanating from Korlis' body. There was a sweet, musky odor in the air that was palpable even through the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. As he breathed in, he could almost taste the presence of the impressive creature as the scent filled his nostrils, tickling the back of his throat.

Korlis studied him, his eyes narrowing momentarily before nodding thoughtfully. "Yes, I'm glad I chose you Ralo, you will do nicely," he said with a hint of pleasure. "It's always difficult to tell when looking through the eyes of another, but now that I've perfected the formula, I couldn't ask for a finer specimen. "

Ralo briefly wondered what the Naga meant before his went completely still with fear as Korlis extended his arm and gripped him firmly on the shoulder. Holding a sinister smile, the Naga slowly began to move around him, dragging its claws lightly along the fabric of his shirt down to his belly before sliding over to his side. He shivered as the Naga moved behind him, its thick coils arranged in a circular arc around his feet. There was a small pressure on his other side as the Naga's other hand reached up to grab him, holding him close. He could feel the hot, moist breath of the creature on the back of his neck. Although the Naga's embrace felt strangely delicate and almost comforting in nature, Ralo couldn't help but imagine himself as a rabbit caught within the coils of a snake, powerless to do anything more than writhe in its final gasps of agony.

"Don't be frightened Ralo, you're a guest in my home," Korlis said, releasing him after a few moments and slithering back to his front. "Nothing horrible will happen to you as long as you obey my wishesss." Ralo didn't speak as the Naga's coils continued to slide around him, dragging across the floor and around to gather at the base of his reptilian host once again.

Korlis smiled. "My first wish is for you to start speaking, Ralo," he said. "It's rude to remain silent when your host is addressing you." His tongue flicked impatiently.

Ralo gathered his wits and did his best to obey. "Yes, sorry," he managed to utter in a weak, timid tone. He wanted to say more, but he had no clue how to proceed. What does one say to a monster?

The Naga answered for him: "Come Ralo, let's take a walk through the tower up to my quarters," Korlis said. "You can tell me about yourself on the way up." He extended a single clawed hand, smiling darkly as his claws opened expectantly for the human to grip it. "Have no fear human, the occupants of this tower won't harm you with me around."

Ralo didn't trust the Naga's reassurances in the least. Every promise uttered from its serpentine lips so far carried a hint of amusement and sarcasm, as if it found the very notion of protecting a human a pointless endeavor. He hesitated for a moment, leaving the Naga's hand empty in front of him. Then, when the Naga's eyes glowed dangerously, he shuddered and reached out almost by impulse, placing his hand in Korlis' slimy grip and walking in step as the Naga slithered into the rooms beyond.

Ralo turned around just in time to see the light in the room flicker for a moment before suddenly vanishing, leaving them in darkness once again.

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The rest of the tower consisted of numerous dark hallways and heavy wooden doors lining each side. The cracked, decrepit stones from the entranceway were evident along each of the broken down passages. Although it was incredibly difficult for Ralo to see, the Naga didn't light the dull scones to each side as they moved, perhaps finding it unnecessary with its scaled hand to guide him. The dry, reptilian odor that had once been manageable now screamed in his nostrils with a power that made him disoriented. It hung in the air like a thick fog, made stronger by the inexplicable warmth that seemed to radiate from every corner and add to the general feeling of nausea and claustrophobia.

The hallway leading out from the entrance stretched for about ten feet before turning into a winding set of stairs, taking Ralo and the Naga up to a wide, curved passageway. Here, Ralo began to hear a strange assortment of bestial noises. They echoed dimly down the hall at first, reaching his ears as a series of dim, high-pitched cries and deep growls. He hesitated for a moment, instinctively pulling back from the horrible sounds before Korlis tugged him forwards with a snarl. He moved fearfully along in the Naga's wake, and it wasn't long before the sounds grew to such a raucous intensity that he couldn't help but wince at the overwhelming din. Then, as he rounded the bend, he looked on with horror as he discovered the source of the noise.

Throughout the wide corridor were dozens of the most terrifying reptilian creatures Ralo had ever seen. Most of them were the tiny lizards that he'd met at the entrance: 'kobolds' as the Naga had informed him. They were scattered about the area, conversing in small groups leaning up against the walls or sitting down off to the side. Their movements were quick and timid, and their beady eyes were almost adorable in the darkness.

Mixed in with the kobolds were a few much larger creatures as well. About four or five of the kobolds were a great deal larger in size. Although their bodies were the same shape as their smaller companions, these kobolds were about Ralo's height, with their lean, toned muscles evident underneath the thick scales of their arms, legs, and torso. These creatures were slow moving and took up most of the space within the hall. They had meaner looks then the smaller kobolds, and were visibly bullying some of them when Korlis and Ralo stepped into the corridor.

Most of them stood and backed away to the walls as they noticed the Naga approaching, and the conversation and noise came to a sudden, uncomfortable halt. They nodded and bowed respectfully to their leader while simultaneously casting a disturbing, sideways glance at the human in his wake. Their reptilian eyes glowed knowingly in the darkness. They knew exactly what was in store for their new visitor. One of the smaller kobolds even was as far to wink as Ralo passed by, which earned a sudden glare from the Naga that sent him shrivelling back against the wall in fear.

They passed through in the continuous silence, with Ralo barely daring to breathe amidst the crowd of horrible creatures. Oddly enough, he found himself shying away from them, moving in closer to the Naga as a meagre means of comfort. Even then, he found himself brushing against their smooth hides, especially the larger ones that were difficult to avoid. Every now and then an inquisitive claw would press against his shirt or slide delicately across the back of his thigh, causing him to shudder and quicken his step. If the Naga noticed he gave no sign. Fearing the creatures might follow him once he was through, he looked back and kept his fearful eyes focuses on the shadowy group of reptiles, keeping his gaze fixed on them until the pale glow of their eyes faded away.

When they came to the end of the passageway, Ralo nearly bumped into the Naga as it came to a sudden halt. He nearly jumped out of his skin as his felt the warm scales of Korlis' coils brush against his arm. The thin, serpentine hand holding onto him suddenly felt all the more revolting. As he collected himself from the shock however, he soon became aware of another presence within the darkened passage. He heard a deep, rolling growl sound in from a few feet ahead, accompanied by the steady rise and fall of ragged breathing. The dry, sweet odor that permeated every section of the tower was now laden with a humid, meaty spell of palpable moisture. Something massive was in front of him, and for a short few seconds he didn't have the courage to look up. Conjurations of numerous monsters and nightmarish beings infected his thoughts as he slowly lifted his head. His eyes grew wide with fear as he spotted two massive reptilian paws with long, razor-sharp talons decorating each digit. Forcing himself to lift his gaze the rest of the way and briefly scan the enormous creature's chest, he nearly jumped back with fright as his gaze fixed on the massive head of a dragon, hovering calmly a full three feet above him. The beast was standing next to an open doorway with a crackling light streaming through it, large enough to fit one or two dragons of his size. Odd, wetly sounding noises and moaning were coming from the room, though most of Ralo's view was blocked by the creature's bulk.

It regarded Ralo curiously, leaning in closely with narrowed eyes to give him a light sniff. After a few moments, the dragon's eyes brightened and his jowls curved upwards in an amused grin.

"Azath, my dear friend," Korlis cooed, gesturing towards the dragon. "Did you get the little onesss I sent you?"

Azath look over at the Naga. Though he towered above the smaller reptile, he inclined his head respectfully before speaking. "Yes, they were very eager to please," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "I put them to very good use getting my kind ready for the night's events. They couldn't have come at a better time."

"Exsssellent," Korlis answered, pulling the human close to him. "This is the newest specimen the village has given me, the one that will finally be able to sit by my side." He dropped his scaled hand down, patting Ralo almost lovingly. "There'll be no mistakes this time."

Azath gave a short grunt of approval. "It gladdens me to know that another Naga will soon be joining our midst," he said. "My dragons grow restless, and the kobolds are showing more teeth now that their numbers are swelling." He uttered the last few words and scrunched his muzzle in disgust. "It'll be good to have another superior creature to put them in their place," he added with a confident nod.

Ralo listened feverishly as the two beasts continued their conversation, speaking of the current state of the tower's hierarchy and how it would adjust to the change in power. He had no idea what meaning their words held for him, but they terrified him nonetheless. The two monsters were referring to him like some sort of perfected experiment, and it soon became clear behind their subtle references that they intended to change his very nature from whatever they were planning. He needed to find an escape, but with the Naga clutching his hand tightly and the group of kobolds down the hall, the possibility was unlikely.

"Yes, stand aside for a moment," Korlis said, shifting into an authoritative tone from the casual conversation. "Let's see how Droop and Palit are faring with their assigned tasks."

With a smirk to match the Naga's own, Azath shifted gracefully to the left, revealing the interior of the room his giant body had been blocking, and the source of the disturbing noises coming from beyond. Ralo's eyes went wide with revulsion as he gazed upon the horrible sight.

The doorway opened into a wide, spacious room with an oval roof of darkened stone. The quarters had probably once acted as the sleeping quarters for the men stationed here, but now, such a purpose was no longer plausible. The remains of wiry bedframes where the soldiers had once slept were piled into an unorganized heap of broken metal in the corner. There were four large rooms carved out of the walls in each corner with a wide array of colored pillows and dishevelled mattresses thrown about within. A bright, roaring fire was at the back of the room, outlining the destroyed features in a white light. Although such chaos may disturb a person obsessed with cleanliness, it was the room's occupants that caused Ralo's face to go pale with fright.

Two dragons were sprawled across the floor in the room's center, lying on their backs with their hind legs spread wide. They were smaller than Azath, and colored with dark green scales rather than the luscious red that covered their leader's hide. The two kobolds Ralo had met at the entrance: Droop and Palit, were sitting on each of the beasts' thick tails. Palit was sitting with the dragon to the left, while Droop was to the right. They were both hunched forwards, burying their snouts in-between their assigned dragon's legs and lapping at the puckered tailhole's in front of them with strong, confident licks. The dragons were humming sonorously in pleasure, their deep throat reverberating with glee as their tails swung back and forth and their toes twitched happily in the air.

None of the creatures paid Ralo and his companions any mind as they watched the enticing sight. The dragons' eyes were watered and glossy with supreme bliss as the tiny lizards kissed their tailholes passionately. Droop hunched down over his charge, pressing his lips into the soft flesh before cracking his mouth open and inserting his tongue as deep as it would go. The dragon let out a delighted warble and stretched his legs into the air, keening happily and bucking his hips as the kobold's appendage visibly darted in and out at a rapid pace.

Palit was doing his best to imitate the obviously much more skilled other kobold. He paused to look back at the dragon's pleasured cries to see what was going on, much to the anger of the dragon he was servicing. The large beast looked down at him with displeasure, and gave a rough grunt of annoyance that quickly had the kobold's muzzle buried in his tailhole once again.

Korlis chuckled, his serpentine throat hissing with mirth. "Do they serve your dragons well?" He asked, his golden eyes shining in a mixture of amusement and lust.

"They do well enough for their size I suppose," Azath answered thoughtfully. "At least, some of them do." He added, eyeing the kobold to the left with distaste.

Palit was pausing to look up at Droop once again to see what he was doing. The more talented kobold now had his tiny arms wrapped around the base of the dragon's tail and was pushing his snout inside, wriggling his little head to get in as deep as he could. The dragon receiving this attention was squirming happily on the ground, letting out pleased warbles from his gaping maw as his legs kicked happily in the air. His cock was thick and dripping from his vent, leaking with thick globs of precum to decorate his belly and trickle down to the floor. The other dragon however that Palit was pleasing however , was only at half-mast.

It was at this moment that Palit's dragon let out an angry roar and flipped over, tossing the kobold onto the ground. Palit only had a moment to cry out before the dragon dropped his haunches onto the poor creature and began humping viciously in an effort to get himself off instead. The kobold was hardly visible underneath the flexing musculature of the beast's haunches, with only a small leg or a flick of his tail evident within the cruel onslaught. The soft, moist lapping of tongue was soon replaced by heavy, meaty thumping as the powerful beast took matters into his own hands, his face radiating with bliss as he finally started getting the stimulation he was looking for.

A hysterical laugh erupted from Korlis' maw at the sight, a sound that Ralo though sounded like sandpaper grinding over straw. Of all the horrible things he expected to see in the tower, this wasn't one of them. Finding the grisly remains of a past human prisoner or watching somebody from his village being tortured was high on his list, but he never expected to witness the sexual acts of these foul creatures. If such a thing was commonplace, he shuddered to think about what the Naga had planned for him. New fears began to grow in his mind.

When he was finished laughing, Korlis turned and pulled the human along with him once again, his coils softly whispering across the stones as he moved. "I'll leave you to supervise the rest Azath, my little friend and I have some preparations to make of our own," he said, smiling wickedly down at Ralo. "Make sure they clean and swallow every last drop."

"Yes Master," Azath responded, bowing in the Naga's direction before turning back towards the room to supervise the impending climaxes of his kind.

Ralo turned to give the scene one more glance as they approached another spiraling set of stairs leading up. His view was blocked almost entirely by the big red dragon, but he could still hear the sexual noises sounding from within. The noises picked up in intensity for a few brief moments before suddenly the hallway was filled with a violent roar as one of the dragons came. The last thing he saw before he turned the corner was the delighted gleam of Azath's eyes, followed immediately by a large, fleshy pillar swelling between the dragon's hind legs before he and the Naga began ascending the steps, and all was lost from sight.

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Ralo was lead into a wide, spacious bedchamber at the top of the stairs that held as much cheer as the dark, murky hallways of the rest of the tower. The room was almost perfectly square, constructed using the same stained, grey stones that he'd come to associate with every inch of the building's walls. The only source of light was from a big, circular window at the end of the room that allowed a flickering, pale beam to creep into the otherwise heavy darkness. There was a large wooden desk in the corner, with an impressive collection of thick books lining a set of shelves just behind it. The desk was lined with multicolored vials and bubbling liquids, some of which gave off a light glow or a small trail of fog leaking from the top. The sight reminded Ralo of tales he used to hear when he was a kid: of mad sorcerers and intelligent, evil creatures that spent their days in the shadows of their lair, devising different recipes for poisons, acids, and other harmful substances that might be used to gain their wicked desires. He wouldn't let the Naga give him anything from that desk, not even if he had to fight to his last breath.

Korlis let go of his hand and slithered into the middle of the room, turning quickly to fix him with a lustful stare. "Ah, we're finally alone," he said. "Doesn't it feel nice, Ralo?"

Ralo remained still under the Naga's gaze, not knowing how to respond to such a question from his hideous captor. His eyes flicked backwards to the open doorway behind him, his mind once again wandering to the thought of escape.

Recognizing the hesitation, Korlis smiled and shook his head. "You're not going anywhere human," he said, hissing in a mocking tone. "It would be best if you didn't think of such things. If you do manage to escape, I'll find somebody else from your village - I always do. You wouldn't want to condemn your village now would you? I'll be sure to pick an innocent young boy to take your place if that's what you want."

Ralo looked back at the Naga with defeat etched across his features. He could never think to put someone else in this position by his own actions. At best, his sacrifice would delay the creatures for a month, and buy his village more time to get the response they needed. "No," he managed to mutter, weakly.

"Good, good, I thought you were a smart man, Ralo, I've chosen well," Korlis said, smiling at the human graciously. "I'm sure you'll find it nice here."

A small well of fear began to grow inside Ralo. There was no doubt in his mind that the Naga was toying with him: lying blatantly to make him more complacent before the end. Korlis went on to tell him of all the wonders of the tower, of the pleasure he would be promised and the riches he would soon share. Although the beast's tone was no longer menacing, it was dripping with a sense of formality and pleasure that he found more unnerving than open hostility.

"So yes, do try and enjoy yourself, this won't hurt a little bit," Korlis said, concluding a small smile and a nod. Slowly, he began to slither his way over to the desk, keeping both of his yellow eyes fixed upon the human menacingly before turning to the array of potions on top. His claws tickled the glowing rims of the noxious vials as he passed over them, seemingly pondering which one he would select before he picked up one of the glowing green liquids on the end. "Mm, this is the one," he said, speaking half to himself as he lifted the vial to study it with his yellow eyes.

Ralo took an involuntary step backwards as his captor studied the vial, his heart pounding in his chest. "Please, don't give that to me, I won't drink it," he said, his voice shaking with fright.

Korlis looked at him dubiously. "Of course you're not going to drink it, this one is for me," he said. With that, the Naga lifted the vial to his lips, closing them around the tip and tilting his head back. The liquid disappeared into his mouth and he swallowed once, blinking he pushed the substance down his gullet. Pulling the glass vial away, he sighed deeply and fixed the human with an insane grin. "Now we're ready."

"Ready f-for what?" Ralo said, taking another step back.

Korlis set the vial down on the desk and began slithering slowly forwards. "You're a very lucky human, Ralo. You don't know how many trials I had to have with other humans before I finally managed to get this concoction right," he said, licking his lips with his forked tongue. "It does nothing to the creature that drinks it, but to you, well..." He chuckled. "Let's just say that you'll be changed once I've put a 'different' kind of liquid into you."

As sudden comprehension dawned on Ralo's features, Korlis attacked, streaking forwards with blinding speed and snapping his coils around the human's legs. He wrapped his scaled arms around his prize, pulling it close and shivering happily as the man's warmth fell pleasantly across his chest. There was a small amount of struggling, as expected, but the human soon realized the pointlessness of such movements and grew still in his embrace. A bit of rough handling was always required in the beginning, but soon Ralo would come to appreciate him: just as all the occupants of the tower had before.

"Don't be frightened now, Ralo," Korlis said, bending low to lick the man's face with his forked tongue. "I'm going to make you feel pleasures you've never thought possible."

Ralo pushed back from the Naga's chest, only to have the strong, corded arms pull him in close once again. The scales felt surprisingly smooth and warm against his skin. The monster's body coiled almost lovingly about him, holding him in place with immense strength but not hard enough for him to feel pain. It felt odd to be handled in such a manner, but now that he knew the Naga's intentions he had to find a way to break free. Nothing disturbed him more than acting as a sexual slave for this hideous beast. Such a fate would be worse than death.

He was just about to try and squirm his way free when the Naga's hands closed around his face, pulling him upwards to meet the reptile's scaled lips in a kiss. Korlis' red, forked tongue poked out and licked his mouth eagerly, smearing it with a hot, sticky layer of slime.

With a startled grunt, Ralo pulled his lips away managing to turn his head and spit the creature's saliva from the front of his mouth before he felt claws on the back of his head. The Naga squeezed hard and twisted his head back into position to continue the kiss. He balked and did his best to pull away, but as before, he was powerless to stop it. The coils surrounding the lower half of his body tightened inexplicably hard, forcing a pained gasp from his mouth as a jolt of agony shot up his leg. At this moment, the Naga quickly stuck his tongue out again, slipping it in-between his lips and into the depths of his mouth.

Ralo was powerless to move away this time, not with the Nag holding him in place. The slimy tongue immediately began to swim around his mouth, dipping into the pocket of his cheek and sliding across his palate before eagerly encircling his own. The thin appendage squeezed his tongue gently, making wet squelching noises as the viscous, smelly lathe of reptilian saliva layered upon every inch of his flesh.

As disgusted as he was by the act, Ralo also found some pleasurable aspects to the kiss as well. It tasted oddly appealing. Though he found the meaty tang of the beasts' fluids revolting, he couldn't help but notice a touch of salty sweetness that seemed to warm the back of his throat. A mild tickle began to develop at the back of his mouth, and soon he found himself involuntarily swallowing the Naga's saliva to make room for more, craving the succulent, fleeting flavor all the more as time passed. Korlis' rough lips constantly moved for several long minutes, pursing against his own to make up for the lack in size. When the Naga finally pulled away and slid his tongue out, Ralo nearly leapt forward to continue the act before he stopped himself. Breathing heavily and blinking in confusion, he realized in horror what he'd just done, and began to wonder why he suddenly craved this disgusting, primal animal.

Korlis smiled down at the human and licked his lips. "Yes, I can see the change happening in you already, Ralo," he said, bringing a clawed hand around to gently press against the man's lips. When he pulled it away, the light glow of green concoction that the Naga had swallowed earlier was smeared across the scaled digit. "It's a potion of my own design," he continued, wiping the fluid on Ralo's cheek. "A wonderful combination of my own bodily fluids, scales, and a bit of magic to ensure that the desired changes occur." He smiled, continuing to stroke and caress the human's face. "These ingredients, of course, have no powers by themselves, but with some help from me even the most disobedient creature will soon fall under my spell."

Ralo shivered inside the Naga's coils. He didn't think any force on Earth could commit him to his monster, but he couldn't help but notice a change in the way he viewed the cruel creature. The pure revulsion at what he'd just done remained a powerful presence in his mind. The lingering taste of saliva caused the gorge to rise in the back of his throat, and still he turned to the side to try and spit the vile substance from his mouth. Despite this, he couldn't help but feel warm and comfortable within the Naga's grip, and the loving affection with which he was being held was quickly convincing him that his predicament was actually quite tolerable.

It was then however, that Korlis suddenly released the human, unwinding his coils almost as quickly as he'd coiled them around in his initial attack. Ralo's knees buckled from the unexpected transfer of weight and the human crumbled to the ground on all for fours. Allowing himself a wide grin at the sight, he reached down and touched Ralo's head, stroking the hair lightly with his claws. Very soon, the human would be in this position in front of him on a daily basis. When the time came however, he would be much more willing.

"Now human," Korlis hissed, placing his hand under the human's chin and lifting to make eye contact. "There's one more thing you need to do."

Ralo stared unwaveringly into the Naga's serpentine eyes. He began to feel a floating sensation in his breast as he gazed into those seemingly endless golden pools. "Yes, what is it?" He asked, dreamily.

Korlis let out a small chuckle and curled himself around the human's form. "I want you to kiss my vent," he said.

Even in his meditative state, Ralo backed away slowly and felt mild panic rise in his chest. "What?" He asked with a hint of terror.

"Shhh," Korlis said, his reassurance coming out more like a purring hiss from his narrow muzzle. "Just one more thing you need to do Ralo, and then everything will be better for you." He needed to be gentle in this moment. It was one thing to take what you wanted from these pathetic creatures, and another to slowly coax obedience from them through a show of good will. It would've been simple to mash the human's face into his slit, but his method took much more skill, and resulted in a more loving, devoted accomplice when all was said and done. This wasn't just another human he was turning: this was THE human that would be at his side for the rest of his days. He needed to be patient. The concoction was likely taking a little longer than expected to affect him. It needed a little longer.

"I don't know..." Ralo said, his voice shaking as he continued to back away. He flinched and looked backwards as he felt the Naga's coils press gently across the back of his legs, drawing him in closer.

"Come now Ralo, nothing is going to happen to you," Korlis said, expressing the lie with a comforting, sonorous hum and scratching the man's head affectionately. "All you have to do is kiss me down there," he said, gesturing down towards the rose-coloured lips of his slit with a nod of his head. "Just like you did with my mouth, and everything will be better. I assure you that this is all I require Ralo, and then you can go home. Would you like to see your village again?"

Ralo looked up at those words, studying the creature's loins with wide, nervous eyes. He didn't trust the Naga to be true to his word. None of the other people that had been sent here ever made it back. He would never commit such a vile, disgusting act when the promise of his freedom afterwards was surely a false one. "I'm not going to do it," he stated, ignoring the reptile's question. Still his eyes remained fixed on the creature's groin. Would it really be so bad?

"I'm not lying to you," Korlis said, recognizing the human's contempt. "You will get to see your village again if you do this, I give you my word." He eased his body forwards a little more, tensing the muscles along his flank to entice the man with a subtle, delicate throbbing of his vent-lips. "It won't be as bad as you think. You'll experience sensations and tastes that a mere human like yourself could only dream of, and I'll be sure to take your pleasure into consideration when we are done." He gave Ralo a happy grin. If this didn't work, he was going to take what he wanted anyway, and work on mending the stubborn human's mind afterwards.

Ralo began to breathe deeply as he continued to stare at the Naga's vent. Any arguments he had against the deed were soon vanishing from his mind the longer he gazed at the pulsing entrance. A thin, shiny layer of slime began to gather on those puffed lips, giving the softer scales a glistening quality that reminded him of the few women he'd spent time with back at the village. This was no human female however, and the thought of what lay flaccid inside that vent still caused him to shudder with distaste. "I'm sorry... I can't..." he began, rethinking his words even as he tried to utter some sort of complaint.

Korlis hissed happily, knowing that the human needed only slightly more urging to be convinced. He could see it in Ralo's mind now: the hesitation was only based on his sex, not on the fact that he was a different being. A sinister idea came to his mind.

"Yessss you can," Korlis said. "It's not going to be unpleasant, I assure you. I may be a Naga, but I am the female that you desire, I can see it in your eyes." He paused to let those words sink in, a devious grin coming across his face.

Ralo's eyes went wide as he realized what the Naga said. "You're... You're female?" Ralo almost whispered, his voice cracking from surprise.

Korlis nodded. "Yes, of course I am," he said, lying once again. With a seductive smile, he dropped his hand down to his vent and pulled it open with two of his clawed digits. "What do you think this is anyway? There's no cock in here." He said, holding back a laugh.

Staring at the excreting vent with a new sense of curiosity, Ralo suddenly felt himself grow hard as he realized he was staring at the pussy of this large, fearsome creature. He'd assumed from the Naga's voice that he'd been in the presence of a male but thinking back, he'd never really known for sure. The excitement in his chest grew tenfold as he continued to stare, suddenly realizing that the voluptuous body in front of him was feminine in nature.

"Look at me Ralo," Korlis said, smiling as the human quickly looked up into his eyes. "This is what you want, "he continued, humming sonorously and piercing deeply into the Ralo's subconscious. "Do this one, pleasing thing for me and I guarantee you'll see your village again. Who knows? If you do a good enough job with your mouth, perhaps I'll let you fuck me..."

Ralo let out a visible shudder as he crawled forward and immediately pressed his lips to the Naga's vent. The reptile was still holding it open when he kissed it, causing his questing lips to bury themselves almost an inch inside the humid, silky depths. When the Naga let out an approving sigh and let go, the soft scales of his slit suctioned lightly around the bridge of his nose and down to his chin, clamping down with a moist squelching noise. The muted, wet noises continued as Ralo pushed himself forwards with greater energy, sucking eagerly at the damp, hot lubricants that fed into his mouth with each tensing of the Naga's coils.

Korlis was almost taken aback by the sudden eagerness with which the human pushed its face into his vent. Whether it was a result of the potion, or the enticing false promises he couldn't be sure, but it was certainly a welcome change from the bothersome fear Ralo was exhibiting before. Still, it would do no good to rush the event when it had taken so much preparation to get the man to this point.

"Easy there my sweet," Korlis said, voicing concern in the most feminine voice he could muster. "Don't bury yourself too deeply quite yet. Take it nice and sssslow...." He moved the man's head back, gently manoeuvering it so that Ralo's mouth pressed lightly against the moist lips of his vent.

Ralo allowed himself to be eased backwards, regretfully contenting himself with the female's delicate cuntlips for the time being. The flavor had been much more potent when he'd buried his face deep, but he would have to wait; if he wanted to please her, he would have to demonstrate some patience.

Working his tongue over the squishy, malleable scales, Ralo lapped at the heated opening with glee. He wrapped his hands around the Naga's smooth sides, rubbing his hands lovingly on the broad expanse of coils that quivered under his touch. It was almost surreal: the amount his attitude had changed when he'd discovered the true nature of the beast's sex. If anyone had been a witness to the scene just moments before, it would've been difficult to believe that the same human was before them. Korlis' opening pulsed against the onslaught of his tongue, leaking with sweet, steamy nectar that he immediately sucked into his mouth and swallowed. The divine taste made him almost wild with lust, and it wasn't long before he couldn't hold back any longer. Bringing his hands forwards, he pried open the reptile's cunt and pushed the front of his face inside, shivering happily as those moist folds settled around the bridge of his nose once again.

The Naga hissed lovingly and placed both of his clawed hands on the back of Ralo's head, exerting a small amount of pressure to keep the human in place as his coils squirmed and twisted blissfully around the divine stimulations. His coils slid across the stone floor, wrapping around the man once again to hug him graciously in response. He flexed his body rhythmically as the human continued to work, tickling the softer scales of his ventlips before sinking in deeper to his fleshy interior. Ralo was under his spell now. No more words or potions were needed to convince the man further. It was only a matter of time now, before the ritual would be complete.

He could feel the man's tongue sliding around inside him, lapping at the excreting moisture and humid sexual juices that steadily rose to the front as his cock swelled deep within. It was possible that the human could gain a small hint of his masculinity from tasting the purely male liquids that were brought forth, but by now it was too late. If Ralo tried to pull away, he would be ready to hold him in place. Besides, it was going to become necessary in a few moments when the human's mouth met with the meaty surprise that was slowly beginning to rise within the rippling folds of his genital slit. He let out another smooth, hissing laugh. He couldn't wait for the human's reaction.

Ralo buried his mouth deep into what he thought to be the Naga's pussy. The soft edges of the opening were wrapped warmly around the front of his face, bathing his nose, chin, and lips in hot air and moisture as clear juices slowly began to squelch forth at his bidding. As he continued with the task, he found his mind gripped by a powerful, sexual euphoria. Hours ago he would've felt sick from the mere thought of eating out this female monster, but now he couldn't remember why. He was in heaven. The viscous fluids lathering stickily to the inside of his mouth filled it with a sweet, heady flavour and warmth that made him shiver with delight. He pushed his head forwards with more enthusiasm and extended his tongue, trying desperately to get at the deeper, hotter excretions within. The Naga let out a rattling hiss of delight as her cunt throbbed over the skin of his face, lovingly pressing against his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Practically shaking with arousal and excitement, Ralo eagerly began to run his appendage along the silky insides with pressing, circular motions, hoping to bring more pleasured gasps from his bestial partner. The thought of having sex with this creature had made him harder than he'd ever been in his life. In this moment, he wanted nothing more than to please his new Master, and hopefully be rewarded.

In a moment, Korlis knew that his little trick would be discovered. Unknown to the human, the juices spilling forth from his vent were being pushed forward by his swelling cock. He could feel his reptilian meat growing inside him, lengthening at a teasingly slow pace towards the human's mouth. His self-control could only go so far before his bodily needs took over. Tightening his coils and letting out a blissful hiss to distract his partner, he slowly placed both hands on the back of Ralo's head, getting ready to hold it in place and push his cock into the willing human's throat.

Ralo had completely lost himself in pleasing the Naga when suddenly, a large, fleshy tip pushing at the surface of his licking tongue had him pause. At first, he didn't know what to think. His first conclusion was that the smooth flesh was simply an odd folding of the creature's inner walls, or perhaps that he'd pushed so far inside that his tongue had met with a unique feature of reptilian anatomy he was unaware of. It was then however, that he felt the Naga's claws pressing into the back of his head, and the coils around his body tighten almost painfully. He tried to pull back, but it was no use. The Naga let out a deep, shuddering hiss before the pillar of flesh began to slowly press forwards into his mouth and cough a small pool of salty, hot liquid into the back of his throat.

"Yessss, I'm afraid I may have been lying to you about the... ungh... 'female' part," Korlis hissed, letting out another one of his dry, rasping laughs. "Some tricks don't rely on anything more than a human's gullibility." He gave Ralo a mocking squeeze with his coils. "I'm afraid there's nowhere for you to go now Ralo, so be a good little human and suck my cock. Then, the process will be complete..."

Ralo choked and gagged on the encroaching cock as it slowly forced itself into his mouth. The same, sweet taste and viscous sexual fluids he'd been gulping down covered the ribbed spire of flesh in a thick, sticky coating of slime. With the Naga's claws on the back of his head, he could do nothing more than moan in complaint, which only seemed to please and excite his captor more. Although the tip of the Naga's cock was tapered and smooth, his tongue soon felt a bumpy underside of the serpentine length: a ribbed, bumpy surface with spongy, throbbing spines that danced along the surface of his taste buds. As much as he wanted to pull away, Korlis held him firm, not allowing his head to move an inch. Even when he began to gag on the serpent's tip, he wasn't permitted to move. The weighty length pulsed and twitched eagerly within him, continuing to cough up hot dribbles of salty semen directly into the back of his throat. He had no choice but to swallow it as well, knowing very well that he was gulping down another male's spunk.

Korlis looked down as the human began to choke. "Oh, I'm sorry," he whispered in mock concern. "Did my cock take you by surprise? But you were so eager to please me before, what happened?" He grinned and let up on some of the pressure, allowing Ralo to back his head up a little bit to take the entirety of his length into his mouth. "My offer still stands you know: if you please me, you'll see your village again in very soon; I promise." His coils slid sensuously about the man's body, caressing him in the loving grip of strong muscles and soft scales. "Go on... ssssuck...."

Retracting himself so that the massive length rested comfortably in his mouth, Ralo squeezed the Naga's cock gingerly against his palate, experimenting with the alien taste and texture that flooded into his mouth. Rather than being completely disgusted by the act, he soon found it wasn't as displeasing as he imagined. The Naga's cock swam about in his mouth, poking and prodding his unfamiliar mouth just as he explored every bump and smooth inch of the bestial shaft in return. In knowing now that Korlis was a male, he found little difference in his excitement for the act. There was only a moment of hesitation before he eagerly began to suck on the squirming member and massage it with the tip of his tongue.

Korlis nearly collapsed as his coils shuddered in pleasure, weakening momentarily as a powerful wave of bliss washed through his entire body before he tightened them once again. The human was getting seduced by the serum in his body exactly as he predicted. The kiss had been enough to get him going, but ultimately it was the direct exposure to his cum that would enable the man's final transformation. It had already begun.

Placing his hands on either side of the Naga's muscled body and hugging it close, Ralo closed his eyes and began to bob his head up and down, taking the now fully-erect cock into his mouth as deep as he could before sliding it back out. It was larger than any human was capable of: the thick meat filled the entirety of his mouth, pressing against both sides of his cheeks and tickling the back of his throat. When he moved all the way forwards, he was forced to swallow a good few inches of it, the pillar making a small bulge in his neck before he pulled it back out with a soft moan. Occasionally he would pause with the throbbing length fully buried in his mouth, sucking on it with all his strength. Surprisingly loud, wet, squelching noises echoed around the small chamber when he did this, along with the dry rustling of the Naga's scales as the snake curled his coils and hissed in delight.

Throughout his efforts, Ralo began to crave the Naga's cum more and more. Every time Korlis' cock throbbed, he pushed his head forwards and opened his throat, swallowing whatever impressive amount of salty precum the engorged length had to offer. He could feel the rapid heartbeat of the strong reptile through its cock, beating at an accelerated pace that was almost in sync with the excited, bestial panting from overhead. As he felt a warm puddle of drool hit the back of his neck, Ralo knew it wouldn't be much longer now. He would have what he desired soon.

Korlis could feel his orgasm approaching. It began as a light tingling sensation deep within his loins as his load began to churn inside him, swelling at the base of his cock with the promise of a long and powerful release. Forgetting all sense of maintaining his composure, the horny reptile hunched over the human with his wide mouth hanging open, his forked tongue lolling in pleasure. Large, slimy drops of saliva began to spill from his mouth onto the back of the man's neck and onto his coils. He no longer cared about anything but cumming long and hard into his new property's mouth.

Slowly, the pressure with Korlis began to build. The light tingling grew to be a dull, unbearable pulse that shot up the entirety of his length and cause his fleshy spines to flair within the human's mouth. With a triumphant hiss of ecstacy, he locked his claws on Ralo's head and pushed his middle forwards, his entire body twitching and twisting with pleasure as he finally came. He arched his back and raised his head high into the air, the toned muscles along his body tensing and heaving with every squirt of cum from his cock.

The first shot of reptilian semen hit the back of the human's throat like a cannon blast, causing Ralo to gag. He gulped once, not getting enough of the massive load down before another rope of hot fluids entered his mouth. As eager as he was, he was thoroughly unprepared for the amount of sexual juices that steady began to flood into his mouth. With every, powerful throb of the snake's dick came another torrent of salty spunk, filling up the pockets of his cheeks with whatever remnants he'd failed to initially swallow. It wasn't long before the Naga's seed began to drip down the front of his chin and down his chest, sinking into the grip of coils that surrounded him and making the scales wet and sticky with warmth.

The texture of the cum was much more thick that Ralo had initially thought. The short bursts of precum that had touched his tongue before had been silky and manageable; however, the consistency of the Naga's semen had changed dramatically. It squirted into his mouth in thick, viscous chunks and pooled in the corners of his flesh. It mixed in with his savlia to create a musky swathe of heavy liquids that were impossible to swallow with ease. Regardless, he did his best, continuing to swallow the fertile liquids down even as more and more began to spill out from his pursing lips. It wouldn't do to displease the Master now.

Korlis lost count of how long his ejaculation lasted. Closing his eyes, he focused solely on the divine pleasure that washed through his body, brought forth by the pressing, sucking flesh of the human's mouth. Even as his length pulsed and ejected within in the human's mouth, he could feel the man continuing to swallow, gulping it down as best as his pathetically small esophagus would allow. The folds of Ralo's throat gently massaged his flaring tip with each motion and pressed against his urethra. A human had never performed with him with such skill and eagerness. He'd definitely made the right choice.

As the last streams of cum spilled from his cock, Korlis let out a deep sigh and pushed the human back, forcing his cock to slip from its mouth with a wet schlurp. He grinned as he watched Ralo look up at him in confusion before quickly gazing back down with surprise at his spent dick. "Like what you see?" He rasped with a smile.

Ralo panted in short, exhausted breaths as he stared at the Naga's length. He'd never gotten a look at it as it entered his mouth, yet now he was transfixed by it. The cock was still throbbing and drooling with cum as he stared. Its flesh was a dark, glistening yellow that shone palely in the low light of the room, with bumpy ridges and two lines of spongy spines lining its underside. The top was completely smooth, with small blotches of black color that led up to a large, tapered head. The head itself was almost triangular in shape, with an oddly narrow, pointed tip widening down to a wide, flaring cap with pointed spines decorating the edges. It was an alien sight to him, yet he found it immensely enticing. "Yes, Master," was all he managed to say, his voice weak and slow.

"Very good," Korlis said. "You seem to know your place already. The potion is taking effect."

Ralo looked up. "What?"

Korlis only smiled in return. "The transformation will happen at any moment, and then you'll be able to go back to the village," he said.

"What transsss -" Ralo began to say before he began to get weak and dizzy. A small cry of alarm went off in the back of his mind, but it was quickly buried underneath a gripping sense of nausea and confusion. He touched his lips in bewilderment, pausing with wide eyes as he felt a long, forked tongue creep from between them. A jolt forced him to the ground where he suddenly felt his body begin to change. His insides slowly began to rearrange themselves in an oddly pleasant fashion, curling with warmth to fit his new, serpentine shape as his legs pushed themselves together. He felt no pain as the transformation began: only an odd twisting and reforming of his skeletal structure and a dull pressing in the middle of his head. The last thing he remembered before passing out was the room turning a bright, glowing red, before he shut his eyes and let the potion take its course.

Korlis looked up from the writhing human as Azath padded into the room. The red dragon glanced at Ralo as he moved, eyeing the man's transformation with a look of amusement and curiosity. He sat down on his haunches a few feet from the Naga, giving a respectful bow before speaking.

"I heard you finish, is it time to leave?" Azath asked bluntly, his tail twitching with excitement. "The kobolds are growing restless."

Korlis looked at him coolly, gesturing down to the dragon's tail. "It appears you are as well, Azath," he said. "Keep yourself in check. I need you to set an example."

The dragon stood back up and took a deep, relaxing breath into his chest. "Yes, sorry Master," he said, nodding his head once again.

Letting out a small chuckle, Korlis slithered up to him and put a clawed hand on the side of Azath's massive face. "Much better," he said. "But yes, it is time to leave now my friend. The potion is definitely ready, and that human village has stood in our shadow long enough. It's time to expand and make new recruits."

Azath gave the Naga a nightmare smile. "Shall I take the potion and go then?" He asked.

Korlis paused for a few moments, his eyes flashing down to the writhing human on the floor. "No, not just yet," he purred, slithering over to Ralo's side as his body began to twist and contort into a more recognizable form. "I believe we can still yet have some fun with my new apprentice before we go. It would be good practice for you, and besides..." He dropped his clawed hand down to grip his now flaccid cock, squeezing it gingerly and making light, moist sounds before it receded back inside his vent. "Ralo will need some getting used to his new body."

The red dragon's eyes lit up as this suggestion, and Azath stared down at Ralo with a new, vibrant interest. "Oh yes? You would permit me to do such a thing?"

"Yes, I would," Korlis answered, smiling up at the reptile as he gave a noticeable quiver of delight. "My new apprentice will have a high place in the tower no doubt, but it will be important to establish early on that you're my right-hand dragon." He finished with a flash of his yellow eyes and gently flicked out of tail to caress the bottom of Azath's chin.

Azath growled happily at the touch and bowed his head. "It means a lot to hear you say that Master," he said. "I will never let you down."

"No, you won't," Korlis said, nodding before returning his attention to Ralo. "Come now, the human is almost finished with his transformation - you should get into position."

Azath didn't require any urging to obey his command. He walked over to the newly forming Naga's form and took his place at the head, waiting patiently for his Master to instruct him. He had a fairly good idea of what the Naga would make him do, but it wasn't his position to assume the Master's desires. His only desire was to obey.

Korlis had been right about Ralo: his transformation was almost complete. Nothing even vaguely human about his shape remained. Smooth, midnight scales decorated the entirety of his serpentine body, glowing in a bright, metallic sheen as he twitched along the floor. His trashing and weak cries of discomfort were lessening in these final moments, giving way to sharp growls and the powerful pulsing of corded muscles through his decorative skin. The lower half of his body was now a squirming mass of coils, shaping up to be just as long and thick as the Naga that had a hand in creating them. Turning over, Ralo moaned and curled in on himself, shivering briefly before letting out a sharp gasp of surprise. His thin, sharp claws raked along the ground in discomfort as a bristling set of spikes poked out from his spine, while a webbed set of frills formed on the top of his reptilian head. After this happened, the entire length of his body shook once before he let out an exhausted breath and relaxed against the stone floor.

"Now Azath, smother him with your tailhole and hold him in place," Korlis said, not bothering to try and mask his excitement.

The red dragon smiled and walked forwards, swaying his haunches in a voluptuous manner as he moved them into place over the apprentice's head. He kneaded the ground with his claws and growled before with slow deliberation, he began to lower his massive hindquarters onto the unsuspecting Naga below.

Ralo had just stopped shaking when he felt a shadow loom over them, coupled by a dry, reptilian warmth. Strangely enough, the sensation felt rather pleasant. It was warm and musky within his nose, and left an almost palpable moisture on his luscious scales. He tried to move his legs to turn over and see what could be blessing him with such an enticing aroma, only to shift his coils clumsily over to the side. His eyes darted open in shock.

Lifting himself up and looking down, he hissed in alarm at his new appearance. His chest was now covered in metallic black scales, shining palely over a set of bulky pectoral muscles and toned abs that stretched down to his coils. His snake-like body was stretched across the majority of the room, quivering lightly in the pale light with a mixture of shock and amazement. Then, looking up, he only had a brief second for his yellow eyes to widen before the dragon's winking tailhole descended upon his face and mashed him back into the ground.

Azath let out a calm, delighted rumble as his haunches settled down on their prize. His tail flicked casually from side to side as he shifted about to get comfortable, grinding his muscular opening down on the apprentice's narrow snout. He could sense the surprise in their new recruit, and there was a brief struggle as the Naga placed clawed hands on his sides and began to thrash wildly, seeking to push him off. He growled with contempt and pushed down harder, feeling the apprentice's muzzle slip deep into his wide, winking tunnel. Baring his fangs and letting out a snarl, he clenched down hard on the intrusion, the muscles along his flank rippling with the effort. After a few, long moments, the thrashing stopped, and he looked up into the pleased gaze of his Master with a blissful, ecstatic expression. "He's not going anywhere Master," he replied, exemplifying his claim with a few more, experimental clenches of his strong hindquarters.

"Good," Korlis purred, slithering down to his black Naga's coils and curling himself about them lovingly. "Keep him there for as long as you can Azath; I'm going to give my new apprentice his first lesson..."

With the dragon's tailhole fixed firmly around his snout, Ralo managed only a few more desperate twitches before a calm, warming sensation enveloped his body and allowed him to relax. It began as a small shiver in the middle of his back, followed by a tingling serenity that washed through the length of his coils and made his mind go numb with ecstasy. The hot, moist folds of flesh twitched gingerly over his face, squelching audibly in his ears. As horrified as he was to be squished underneath a dragon's haunches, he soon found that the predicament was really quite pleasant. He stuck out his tongue experimentally, lapping at those rippling walls and pushing his snout deeper as they widened and sucked on his appendage with delight. Soon, his claws were no longer jabbing and pushing at the dragon, but rather gently caressing them as he eagerly melted underneath the heavy weight of flesh and scales.

His forked tongue flicked tenderly at first, sliding around inside the dragon's spacious tunnel before pressing against the moist walls with greater intensity. His old body would've never allowed him to commit to such an act with such care and precision. With his new tongue, he found that he could extend his explorations well beyond several feet and lap tenderly at the humid caverns buried somewhere inside the giant reptile's massive haunches. Almost involuntarily, Ralo breathed in the deep, intoxicating anal musk and found himself immediately invigorated by the potent stench. His eyes went wide with lust and his nostrils flared with exhilaration. With a renewed strength, he pushed his snout in further, breathing in the dragon's flavorful air with the eagerness of a hungry, horny beast. Then, he felt Korlis coil around him.

The Master Naga laid himself down on the apprentice's body and slithered up to his chest. Korlis paid the dragon above him little mind as he opened his mouth to kiss Ralo's midsection, running his forked tongue lovingly across the hardened scales. "That's it my apprentice, give in to the pleasures your new body can give you," he growled, continuing to lick while squeezing gently with his coils. His thick, messy cock was sandwiched between the joined, serpentine bodies, pulsing strongly once again with the promise of stimulation and wetting the black scales further, creating a glistening sheen of slime. "You will experience delights beyond comparison with me Ralo, and if you're with me, the whole world will soon be underneath us, bowing and scraping to our every need."

Invigorated by his own words, Korlis gripped the apprentice's sides with his claws and slid forwards, grinning in delight as he felt the smooth muscles under his hands tense in response. His cock brushed slowly across the smooth black scales, forcing a pleasured gasp from the Master Naga as he slid himself into position. A less experienced creature may've had a difficult time about it, but within seconds, the flaring, taped tip of his yellow, reptilian cock was pressing against the other beast's wet, virgin tailhole. "And if you're still not convinced," he said, his voice ragged with lust. "Allow me to show you what can be yours." And with that, he flexed his coils and eased himself inside, gasping with delight as his thick length pushed itself slowly into the hot depths of the other beast.

Ralo let out a sudden, shaking gasp as he felt the Naga's cock bury itself within him. His anus expanded wide to take in the thick, pulsing cock of his Master, clenching down involuntarily before relaxing to let it slide deeper inside. The fleshy spines that decorated the bottom of its length rubbed delicately along his sensitive walls, massaging his colon with each and every inch of their divine passage. The sheer bliss that he felt in this moment threated to make him thrash out in pure joy, only this time he kept still. He inhaled the rich, potent musk of the dragon's tailhole greedily and shook with overwhelming glee. Although the shock of being a Naga still hadn't worn off, such concerns became a small, distant memory in the back of his head as his mind was overwhelmed by a numbing, sexual euphoria. The musky, reptilian musk being fed into him from the Azath's tailhole was like a drug: swimming throughout his lungs and wafted throughout his entire body. Such feelings seemed to defy the laws of nature, but he felt them nonetheless; perhaps it was a result of his Master's magic, but he couldn't tell. All of these sensations were new and alien to him; however, they were leagues more powerful than anything he'd experienced as a human. Clenching down again and holding his Master close, Ralo keened desperately into the dragon's rump, flexing his body to display the utter desperation and primal need for release.

Korlis sank his length as deep as it would go, pausing and letting out a slow, ragged hiss when the puffed lips of his vent kissed his apprentice's entrance. Although he'd had some of the larger kobolds, and even some of the dragons to fuck, none of them felt as good as the moist, velvety depths of Ralo's anus. As he pressed himself downwards, he felt a warm, slimy log press against his lower middle. Looking down, he smiled when he was greeted by the sight of his apprentice's cock, the red flesh vibrant and pulsing with slimy bodily fluids between their coils. It was just as big as his own, with two fleshy barbs poking out from the sides of its triangularly shaped head.

"Mm, my apprentice is very large... excellent," Korlis said, grinning and giving the chestscales another lick. Then, easing his middle back, he slowly began to pump himself against the other Naga's body, sliding his cock in and out with a strong, excited pace. Ralo's newly formed tailhole was hot and slick around his maleness, gripping it firmly and desperately with the amusing eagerness of a virgin snake. He could feel the apprentice tensing underneath him, his muffled moans coming in heavy gasps from the dragon's rump as the massive haunches continued to smother and grind down upon his face. The sight was certainly a pleasurable one, and it wasn't long before Korlis began to bare his curved fangs and slam himself into the male's tight opening, his cock throbbing animatedly and leaking warm precum to slicken the already moist depths.

For several, long minutes, Ralo cringed and twisted in pleasure as the two beasts took advantage of him. The dragon continued to move its haunches against him from side to side, all while reverberating with an almost consistent purr through the heavy weight of its body. He continued to lick Azath's anal walls strongly, pushing his tongue deep and massaging the twitching flesh with consistent, powerful motions that set the beast moaning in delight. More than once the dragon's legs buckled, threatening to topple over at the onset of a particularly overwhelming jolt of bliss. The rich, anal musk continued to filter into his expanding chest as he inhaled, breathing passionately with an air of excitement as he sensed himself reaching his inevitable climax.

Korlis moved with an almost fluid grace as he bucked his middle and squeezed his serpentine body eagerly into his apprentice. His breath soon left him in sharp, passionate gasps as the other Naga's anus squeezed tightly around his cock, clenching tightly just as his length would throb greedily and cough up another glob of thick precum to warm the already steaming depths. He began to feel his ejaculation welling up within his loins, and he knew he only had moments before he was going to cum. Closing his eyes, he thrust himself forwards with greater power and tightened his clawed hands around Ralo's sides. He arched his back and moaned with delight as his cock was squeezed yet again, only to have the front of his muzzle impact something heavy and warm with moisture.

Looking up and opening his eyes, Korlis grinned as he found himself facing Azath's large, engorged pillar of draconic meat. The massive cock bobbed up and down in front of him and dripped with an almost constant stream of thick semen. Although dragon's weren't at the top of the hierarchy in this tower, Korlis could never help but envy the sheer size and potent musk that these proud beasts gave off when they were in the midst of their sexual bliss. As the apprentice began to flex and shake steadily underneath him with ecstasy, he leaned forwards and opened his snake-like maw wide, taking Azath's cock into his mouth and wrapping his forked tongue around its entire length. Swallowing a few times, he expanded his gullet and wrapped his elastic throat around the impressive girth, his yellow neck bulging as if he were choking down a hefty meal. He continued to gulp at the pulsing head, taking the hot, sticky precum down into his belly and wetting his palate with the warm fluids as more and more began to spill out.

After that, it didn't take long for the three, copulating beasts to reach their climax. It began with Ralo wriggling and gasping underneath the dragon, exhaling the hot, musky air within his lungs in sharp bursts as his orgasm began to surge inside him. A small spike of pleasure welled up within his loins that slowly grew in intensity as his seed began to gather in a churning, warm mass at the base of his cock. Being unused to his new form, Ralo was barely able to control himself amidst the onslaught of ecstasy that assaulted his heightened senses. Every smell, touch and taste teased his body with a strength that was multiplied tenfold in power compared to what he experienced as a human. He'd never felt so pent up in his life, and he knew, just before it happened, that it was going to be one to most pleasurable experiences of his life. Wrapping himself around Korlis and pulling the Master close against him, Ralo gave a muffled cry of passion into the dragon's clenching tailhole, and blasted his thick cum hard against the plated chestscales of his fellow Naga. His red length jumped animatedly between the two of them, washing both of their bodies in thick, reptilian spunk that fell in across their bellies before slopping down to the floor in a great, smelly mess. It was at that moment, when he was in the midst of his release, that the other two beasts were overcome with ejaculations of their own.

Azath arched his massive back and roared long and loud into the musty air, curling his tail in complete ecstasy and stretching the muscles in his haunches to their limits as he sprawled out in heavenly bliss. Korlis continued to suck his cock dutifully, taking in his first, powerful blast of seed with the skill and ease one would expect from the Master of a tower filled with horny reptiles. The snake's spacious maw pressed and squeezed around his throbbing length with wet, audible squelching noises, taking his massive girth inside as if it were nothing more than a large, tasty rodent being swallowed whole. The Naga's throat rippled constantly as it gulped down the copious amounts of sperm, which only served to clench his squirting length with even greater force. As his orgasm continued, his roar slowly diminished to a low, pleased warble in the back of his throat. He dropped his haunches firmly onto Ralo's faced and flexed his muscles, drawing as much delight out of the moment as he could as Korlis emitted a strained shriek and pushed hard into the apprentice, cumming hard into the black Naga's newly transformed anus.

Korlis hissed violently as he came for a second time. Viscous reptilian sperm gushed from the tip of his throbbing cock to wet the bowels of his apprentice, covering the black Naga's moist walls in layer after layer of heavy spunk. What little breathing he could manage between the tremendous swallows of dragon jizz was heavy and strained as his body rocked in powerful throes of bliss, growing increasingly hot as steaming spunk piled against his torso and flooded into his belly. His apprentice's insides spasmed in a rhythmic pattern around his length, squeezing in sequence with each new splattering of cum across his chest. For several long minutes, all of the reptiles lost themselves in their lengthy orgasms and forgot the world. They rode the sheer heights of their pleasure until their bestial cocks petered down to small trickles, leaving a hot sticky mess on their joined bodies and all over the floor around them.

The only sounds Korlis could hear when he finally opened his eyes was the deep breathing of the dragon above him. Azath's massive chest was heaving in and out at an alarming speed while the rest of the dragon's body shivered, clearly pleased with the resulting afterglow. He sucked the last, remaining strands of cum from that weighty rod and swallowed it down before licking his lips. Then, he tapped the underside of the dragon's belly and said, "Time to let our apprentice up."

Azath snapped out of his trance and looked down at the Master Naga. Then, with a regretful sigh, he lifted himself up and shook his hindquarters, doing his best to dislodge Ralo's muzzle from his rear. It didn't come out at first, forcing him to hike his tail into the air and push. Eventually, the apprentice's head came out with a wet, fleshy pop.

Ralo inhaled the clean air greedily, sucking it in as his eyes darted around the room - still wild with lust. His squirmed in mild surprise at the sudden change before he finally looked down at his body, and lifted his gaze to stare into the eyes of his new Master.

"Welcome home Ralo," Korlis said, grinning and caressing the apprentice's cheek as he pulled his cock free. "How do you feel?"

The apprentice looked down at his body, studying it intently for the first time. Azath moved away, his massive feet making soft impacts on the floor before allowing the light to stream in so he could get a good view. Although his own, thick semen covered most of his body, the corded muscles of his chest and abs were still discernable, and his scaled arms flexed powerfully as he experimentally ran them down to his coils. He flicked his tail and wriggled his body, shivering at the divine energy and power that flowed through him at even the most subtle movements. He felt born again: with a lifetime of possibility ahead of him and his loving Master.

"I feel... strong," Ralo said, rather simply. It was a curt replay for the true amount of emotions he was truly feeling, but he was mesmerized by the appearance of his new body. As traumatized as one might be after transforming into a hideous monster, he felt invigorated beyond comparison. His coils were thick and powerful, while his scales were a sleek and handsome black. A smirk came across his muzzle as he noticed his still-pumping, fleshy cock, swelling weakly against the softer scales of his groin. "And sexy as well," he added. "Thank you Master."

"You're very welcome my apprentice," Korlis answered, picking himself up and staring down with adoration. I can see that the potion was more successful than I ever could've hoped. He seems loyal enough, don't you think Azath?"

The red dragon regarded Ralo with a deep rumbling, licking his lips and smiling. Of course, Master, he seems very well adjusted," he said, flicking his tail towards the black Naga. "I'm very happy to have him as an addition to our little family."

Ralo nodded furiously. "I am as well," he said, a little too excitedly. "I can't wait to see what else I can do with this body." He flexed his claws experimentally, his yellow eyes flashing as he studied their glowing tips in the pale light of the room.

Korlis extended a hand towards Ralo and smiled. "Come," he said, "Your village awaits..."

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Palestone was dark and silent when the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the trees. Moonlight shone down to pierce the night, but it still wasn't enough to shed the palpable blackness that enveloped the village like a dark fog. The houses stood dim and silent while the occupants hid behind closed doors and curtained windows. Not a soul crept out from the meagre sanctuary of their homes. Although they knew one of the Selected had been taken, the horror of what could happen on the first of every month hung over the village like a permanent blanket of fear. Nobody trusted the Naga to keep to its word, even if the past months had been uneventful as long as they maintained their part of the bargain.

On this night however, they were right to try and hide.

Quentin walked soundlessly out from his shop in the middle of town. He turned and locked the door behind him before stepping out into the cold. His boots left soft imprints on the road as he made his way back towards his house. A day of full sunlight had dried up the once moist ground, which was now solid and unmoving underneath his passing. He wasn't a courageous sort: the fear of what the Naga could do on this night made the hairs on the back his neck prickle, and his breath come out short and colder than usual. However, this didn't stop him from making his nightly check-in on his shop; he didn't trust that O'Hanne would leave his property alone, especially in the aftermath of him being almost chosen this morning. It was enough to make him brave the darkness. He figured that if he stayed in the middle of the road, there would be nothing lurking that could grab him and drag him into the shadows.

Whistling to himself as he walked in the direct center of the road, Quentin strode briskly through the center of town. A few curious faces poked out from the windows, risking a brief glance to satisfy their curiosity before dipping quickly back inside. Although he usually hated people spying on him, tonight they reassured him. The sight of people was a welcome change to the mysterious horrors that could be prowling about this night.

Quentin walked for a long while, continuing to hum and whistle to himself to keep the terror of night at bay. He'd taken a few short steps around a bend on the dirt path before three huge dark shapes made him freeze in his tracks. They stood silently a few meters ahead of him, regarding him with three sets of glowing reptilian eyes.

At first, he thought they were horses, but he soon determined they were much too big for that. The shadows were large, big enough to be a carriage or a wide shed, yet Quentin could tell from their shapes that they were not. They were much bigger than he thought any normal creature could get, and none of them were the Naga. Through his limited vision, he watched with horror as the front one spread his gigantic wings wide, giving them an experimental, leathery flap before folding them against its body once again. A deep, bestial rasping was coming from each of them, along with a small flicker of movement from behind as their tails swished in excitement. Through the familiar, wooden odors of the village he could smell the dry, musky scent of serpentine warmth.

For a brief moment, Quentin considered running. He sensed a horrifying malice from the newcomers that chilled him to his very bones, and he wanted nothing more than to turn and bolt back to his shop. As he glanced over his shoulder to consider it however, he began to hear the soft patter of movement over the rooftops to his left and right.

His breath freezing in his throat, Quentin looked up and nearly collapsed in horror as he saw the leathery shapes of tiny, anthropomorphic lizards darting along the wooden tiles. Their black, skin-tight uniforms shone oddly bright in the moonlight, betraying their quick movements and the gleeful lope of their passage as they made their way into the center of the village. Even as he watched, there were too many to count, and he soon found his terrified eyes moving timidly back to the three dark shapes in the middle of the road ahead of him.

As Quentin studied the three monstrous beings again, even more creatures began to walk into view. Four gigantic kobolds moved into position to the left and right of the three hulking dragons, holding bright lanterns to bathe the nightmarish party in a swathe of bright light. They were identical to the huge number of smaller lizards he'd just seen scampering over the rooftops save for their size: they stood about six feet tall, and their scaled, human-like bodies were covered in thick, corded muscle.

The red dragon at the front of the party looked at Quentin with interest, studying him for a few moments before a wide, happy grin stretched across its face. It glanced briefly over to the side as one of the muscular kobolds holding a lantern came up to stand beside him.

"Are we ready Azath?" The kobold asked, looking up at the dragon with hopeful eyes.

Azath's grin broadened. "Almost," the dragon answered, before nodding towards the terrified human in front of him. "You there, human! Can you speak?"

Quentin flinched as the dragon spoke to him and took an involuntary step backwards. "Y-yes," he managed to say. His voice was barely a whisper, but the dragon seemed to hear him.

Azath nodded gratefully before responding. "Ah, good, that's what I like to hear," he said. "Well then, can you do me a favor?"

"W-what?" Quentin asked, taking several steps back. As he moved, he saw the curious glances of people poking their heads out from the windows, their small eyes growing wide with a fright to match his own as they regarded the fearsome creatures in their midst. As soon as he finished speaking, the red dragon unfurled his wings, taking a single step forwards to match the several Quentin had taken already.

Azath bared his fangs in an evil smile, saying, "It's time for your pathetic village to wake up, can you scream?"

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With a terrified shout, Quentin turned and ran back along the path, his boots kicking up dust as he fled from the glaring beast. He'd only gotten a few paces before he heard the leathery snap of wings behind him: the sound of the red dragon's pursuit. A gripping fear fueled the last, few paces of his desperate sprint before a light wind buffeted the back of his neck, followed immediately by a heavy thump in the middle of his back that drove the air from his lungs and sent him sprawling to the ground.

For a moment, Quentin couldn't breathe. Stars filled his vision as he tried to suck oxygen back into his lungs, an act that made him cough profusely as dust tickled the back of his throat. Hunching low to the ground, he coughed, kicking up more dirt as he did. He could sense the powerful presence of the dragon hovering behind him, its hot breath wafting down to touch the clothes on his back. The sound of the reptile's heavy footfalls pounded in his ears as the dragon approached, accompanied by a low growl of dominance that made him shiver with fear. Although most of his attention was on the beast, he vaguely heard the eruption of breaking windows all around him, followed by the muffled screams of human voices to break the once overwhelming silence.

"Face me, human," Azath growled, standing firmly over his prize.

Quentin flinched at the voice behind him before slowly obeying, turning over and gasping with fright as he found himself staring into the dragon's glowing eyes. The creature's head was silhouetted against the moonlight arching down from the night sky, casting most of his features in an ominous, black shadow. Its eyes blinked at him once before narrowing in lust. There was a brief, red flicker as the dragon licked its lips, forcing him to look away and cough as the beast's rank breath assailed his nostrils.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Azath purred, lifting a claw and pressing it lightly on the human's chin. "For almost a year now, your village has given us your petty offerings: worthless humans who did nothing more than complain as they served our cause." He quickly trailed his claw down the man's robe, ripping it off of him and throwing it aside to leave his prize lying naked in the dirt. His muzzle lifted in an amused smile as Quentin screamed, shrinking back from the powerful talon before being unceremoniously dragged back into place by his paw. "But now, thanks to my Master's invention..." he continued, licking his scaled lips one last time. "You're going to be so much more."

Without another word, Azath purposefully walked forward over his human, standing proudly for all the other dragons and kobolds to see. He halted when his haunches came to a stop directly over Quentin's face. Slowly, he began to widen his stance, teasing his prey with the slow drop of his hips and grinning down between his front legs. "Hmm, I wonder if he knows what's going to happen yet," he said, invoking a low, rumbling laugh from the creatures assembled. As the lead dragon, it was his job to show his brethren how to properly dominate one of these simpering little creatures and transform them into a reptile like themselves. They'd all had a taste of Korlis' potion before they left, and now, it was simply a matter of applying it properly.

Out of the corners of his eyes, he saw a few curious eyes glance through the windows: the faces of humans who'd been drawn to the noise and so far remained unaffected by the kobold's assault. With an excited growl, he dropping his haunches and placed his soft, puckered tailhole directly on the human's face. This was going to be a show they would never forget.

Frozen with horror up until this moment, Quentin only had a moment to cry out before the dragon smothered him its rich, encompassing anal flesh. He didn't know it was going to happen until it was too late. The pure disgust and revulsion of what the beast was doing to him gripped his mind like a vice, and he desperately tried to push himself away. The weight was too much however: he was barely even able to turn his head amidst the unbearable mass of soft scales and the dragon's winking anus. The gaping hole sucked at the front of his face, pulling at his skin and squelching with moisture. A deep rumble reverberated through the length of the beast's body and travelled through his own, making him whimper with distaste as he realized the dragon was enjoying every second of his unusual torment.

The onlookers in the windows watched with wide eyes as the man disappeared under Azath's haunches. There was nothing visible of the man underneath the horny beast save for two, naked legs kicking animatedly to each side of the thick, twitching red tail. The small group of two dragons and muscular kobolds that had gathered to watch held their lanterns high, watching with glowing, lustful eyes at the enticing sight.

"Go! Find your own and take them," Azath growled, digging his claws into the dirt for purchase as he drove his tailhole into the human's face. His loins were alive with fire as he abused the unfortunate man, not relenting for even a moment for fear of failing to give his prey the exposure it needed. Korlis has given him his instructions, and he would follow them to the letter. With the amount of potion coursing through his system, it would only take about thirty seconds of directly inhaling the potent musk of his taint to enable the man to transform. With the amount of pleasure the little runt was giving him however, he was going to keep him under for much, much longer. Rumbling happily and pausing to wink his tailhole against soft skin of his human's face, Azath spread his legs wider to allow his thick, reptilian cock to come spilling out from his vent to taste the midnight air. He hardly even noticed as his companions rushed pass, barking savagely as they darted into the village to acquire humans of their own.

In the span of a moment, Azath was alone, with nothing but the sounds of the screaming village and raucous cries of his savage brethren. He allowed himself a small smile and lifted his haunches, giving the human one last desperate gasp of air before he would settle down a second time. He wasn't going to get up again.

"I think I can already see the changes taking effect," Azath said, smiling down at the panting man. Unlike the flat, pouting faces that most of the annoying humans had, Quentin's face was slowly narrowing along the front, forming an elongated snout covered in thick, dark green scales. A forked tongue darted from between the man's serpentine lips. He purred deep within his chest before flaunting his hindquarters once again, moving them back and forth in a teasing manner. Though the darkness might've made it difficult to see, he couldn't simply pass up the opportunity to allow his prey to view the heavy, throbbing shaft dripping between his legs. With a smile, he sat down for the last time, saying, "Make sure you take advantage of that new tongue of yours: the most potent flavors are much deeper than you humans can usually reach..."

Quentin let out a ragged hiss as the shadowy haunches descended on him once again, pressing his face into the moist, twitching tailhole of the massive beast. The sound surprised himself, but he soon forgot about the alien noise when his tormentor began violating him again. He pressed underneath the dragon's legs in fear, hoping that at least some pressure would alleviate the overwhelming weight, but it was useless gesture. The gaping, reptilian hole winked and squelched against him, seemingly trying to suck him further in to its musky depths. The softer scales of the red dragon's groin pressed down on his chest, while the weight of his thick tail pinned his lower body to the ground. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he felt wyrm's meaty shaft pulse enthusiastically on his forehead, a sensation that felt immensely odd as it rubbed against the flat expanse of scales and frills replacing his hair.

The little air Quentin managed to inhale quickly became hot and rank with the smell of reptilian sex as the dragon had his way. The continuing sounds of his village under attack were barely audible within the heavy rumbles of pleasure and panting that pounded in his ears. For a few long minutes, the only thoughts that crossed his mind were of escape, and some way he could push himself away from this horribly offensive attack. He was frightened of the changes that were happening to his body. There was no way to push the dragon away to look, so all he could do was cringe and squirm as his body contorted into a new, reptilian shape. He felt his muscles ripple underneath his skin, growing in power and strength even as his skin grew hard and smooth with scales and sharp spines along the edges of his arms. Sharp, yellow claws extended from the tips of his fingers and dug eagerly into the dragon's tail, causing the beast to erupt with a growl before bearing down upon him again with a renewed passion. And finally, the darkness that had once been as encompassing as the dragon's haunches was soon pierced with a pale, yellowish glow as his pupils dilated into narrow slits and began to shine with a golden, reptilian light.

As his body changed, Quentin also began to experience a difference in attitude towards his predicament. It was subtle at first: beginning with a slow relaxation of his flailing limbs and a slacking in his once consistent pushing against the dragon's haunches. His muffled complaints turned to a pleased hum that matched sonorously with the delighted noises of the dragon. Every sensation that he'd once met with repulsion and disgust all changed at once into something raw and sexual that excited a primal arousal deep within. The smells and heat of the horny creature now only served to excite him more. In that moment, he dismissed any notion of fighting back and allowed the dragon to press against him without restraint, eagerly pushing his newly-formed reptilian snout into his partner's musky depths. Then, after a few second of inquisitive exploration, he did as the beast suggested earlier and stuck out his tongue, inserting it as deeply as he could into the rolling muscles of the dragon's rump.

The reaction was immediate.

Azath keened and shivered atop his prize, his limbs shaking in delight as the human's long, serpentine tongue sank into his ass. It was a fleeting hope that the frightened man would listen, but it seemed that his Master's potion had an even greater effect than simply the transformation of physicality. He could feel the long appendage wriggling around inside his bowels, pressing against the sides of his rectum before curling and flicking in brief intervals. The human would be much stronger than a kobold: he could already tell. The sleek curve of muscles on the man's once frail, pathetic body was evident as his hips pushed Quentin into the ground. Although his prize was no longer struggling, he could tell from the firm pushes of its forked tongue and eager flexing of its claws on his tail that it had a much better chance of escaping now than it did before. It was safe to say that the human was no longer weak - no... he was much more.

Quentin growled sharply and pressed his snout deeper into the dragon's entrance, grinning to himself as the soft tunnel parted and wrapped around the entirety of his muzzle. Sticking out his tongue further, he licked at the furthest pockets of twitching assflesh he could find, purring in response to the delightful twitches such motions evoked, followed by the hot taste of sexual juices squeezing forth. He lapped them up eagerly, drawing them down into his mouth and moaning as he swallowed before quickly pressing forwards for more.

There were no words for the amount of pure ecstasy Quentin was feeling in that moment. Of all the years of his life and the few, meagre sexual encounters he'd had with female humans in the village, nothing could even come close to the range of sensations he was experiencing in this moment. The sheer power of the dragon was far above anything he was used to, and the changes in his body were allowing him to experience each and every one with an alarming degree of potency. Pursing his lips together, he kissed the succulent flesh and began swirling his tongue in strong, circular motions around the dragon's colon, growling in happiness as massive creature buckled and made a small while of happiness. From the way Azath was moaning and thrusting with his big, bulky haunches, Quentin knew the horny monster wasn't going to last much longer. The realization that he was about to experience a dragon's orgasm this intimately suddenly made him more excited than he thought possible.

Letting out a loud, shaking growl, Quentin reached upwards and drove his claws hard into the Azath's sides, allowing him to shove his reptilian head forwards until it was completely buried within the dragon's anus. His partner let out a sharp roar of his own and sank down lower in response. With the full weight of the dragon now resting on top of him, he began the final stretch of stimulations that would send the horny beast over the brink.

Azath let out a sharp whine as the reptile shoved its head deep inside him. None of the other creatures had ever managed to get as deep as his newest acquisition. The thin, corded tongue moved around inside him with an unparalleled hunger, pressing against the most sensitive areas of his colon that had never been touched by the luscious texture of a serpentine appendage. He clenched down almost involuntarily from the flickering length, squeezing it with all of his might, only to have it slip through his strong muscles and begin licking somewhere else. A sudden jolt of pleasure would shoot up his spine whenever this happened, welling up from the base of his tail whenever a new, unexpected region of his walls was pressed by the stubborn length.

Hunching low to the ground and pressing himself hard into Quentin's face, Azath began to slowly rock himself against the divine motions of that tongue. His cock throbbed at a steady pace now, spitting up glob after glob of thick, juicy precum to make the ground thick with heated moisture once again. It wasn't going to be long now: he could feel his internal testicles churning within him, swelling with the promise of release. A low, tingling sensation began to surge at the base of his cock, filling him with pleasant warmth that spread from the depths of his loins all the way to the tip of his tail. He bared his fangs in a twisted smile, arching his back and whining long and low for a few moments as his pleasure peaked. Then, as that long, playful tongue slipped inside him deeper than before and pressed inside his colon, the dragon's eyes shot open and his hips bucked forwards, slamming himself downwards with all of his might as his ejaculation finally struck.

Azath lifted his head proudly into the sky and opened his great mouth in a violent roar that pierced the audible sounds of gleeful destruction around him. Powerful jets of cum shot forth from his thick shaft to splatter against the ground for several meters in front of him, painting a messy trail of steaming, reptilian jizz all over the dishevelled path. His tail flagged in rhythmic tandem with each pulse of his dick, squeezing the tongue inside him as it continued to dance and squirm inside the twitching flesh. For countless minute he bucked and swayed with delight at each throb of pleasure that assaulted his senses. His entire body was alive with the fire of his release, making him shiver atop his prize with a degree of ecstasy he hadn't felt in months. Even when his orgasm trickled down to its inevitable close, Azath remained where he was, purring gently behind a practical sea of spent semen with the transformed human lying still and complacent underneath his massive rear.

"Sssomebodies just finished enjoying themselves I see," a voice said behind him.

Azath smiled at the voice and turned, allowing the thin tongue of his prize to slip with a wet squelching noise from his tailhole. He stepped over to the side, allowing Quentin to lift himself uneasily onto his feet. The newly-made, humanoid reptile glanced hazily around at his surroundings before turning at the sight of a fleeing man running through the houses. With a gleeful snort, Quentin ran after the human with all speed, his clawed paws kicking up dust as his fully erect member bobbed excitedly in front of him.

"Ah, Master, you made it," Azath said, his eyes narrowing on another, shadowy creature standing next to him. "And you've brought company as well it seems."

Korlis slithered out from the darkness with an affirmative nod. "Yes, indeed," he answered, extending a clawed hand out to his right. "This is my new apprentice, whom I think you've already met once before." He let out a low, hissing chuckle. "He'll help you manage the numerous recruits we'll be receiving this night. I know you could use the extra help."

A second Naga materialized next to the first, moving fluidly through the dirt to stand next to Korlis. He was smaller than the Master, yet more toned and muscular in his appearance. Black scales decorated the entirety of his sleek form, along with two, piercing yellow eyes that held the same, ominous glow at the pair next to him. "You kept your promise Master, I did come back to see my home," the apprentice said, hissing in laughter. "It is a little... different than I remember though."

Korlis nodded in agreement, scanning his emotionless eyes over the assorted chaos that exploded in every corner of the village. Kobolds wearing black, tight suits were leaping over the various houses, hooting and hollering in their shrill voices as they threw debris and kicked tiles down into the darkness below. Several fires had started in some of the dwellings, casting light on some of the humans that had been unlucky enough to try and escape into the night. Most of them were being held down by several teams of kobolds all of them completely naked and humping their little bodies against whatever juicy part they could get their clawed hands on. The Naga saw one hapless male in the middle the street, getting pounded forcefully from behind by one of the muscular kobolds while two of the smaller ones, (the two kobolds he'd punished earlier, Droop and Palit, if he remembered correctly), were squabbling to be the one to get their rigid cock in his mouth.

Right next to him, another one of Azath's dragons was doing its best to copy what the lead dragon had done, only with much less care for the man's well-being. The blue beast had a dreamy expression on his face as he continued to suck the man deeper, his tailhole winking and making soft squelching noises as his prize was dragged deeper and deeper into his eager rear. The man made only a small bulge as he was sucked in, his feet disappearing after a few seconds with a soft, schulp. With a pleased moan, the dragon wobbled off, heading towards some distant screaming to find more.

Much to Korils' amusement, he also spotted Ivan, the weakling human he'd taken control of when Ralo had first arrived at the tower. This human, unlike some of the others, had gotten quite lucky. He was lying on his back in and alleyway with a rather large, female kobold riding his rigid cock with a lustful vigor. The lizard was pumping her hips up and down, crying out into the night with an open, drooling mouth as Ivan's cock drove upwards into her, spreading her thin body wide and causing her back to arch in clear delight.

Ivan showed no signs of fear towards this unusual treatment. He had his hands on the reptile's hips and was thrusting upwards into the tiny creature enthusiastically, his eyes rolling with pleasure from the moist, velvety depths that clenched around his aching shaft. Even as his body began to slowly develop reptilian features, Ivan ignored them and kept going, pulling the female lizard close to his chest and digging into her back with his newly forming claws.

A pleased grin formed on Korlis' narrow muzzle as he watched the conjoined lovers tense in unison, just before Ivan's serpentine cock began to throb heavily and pump the female full of seed.

"Yes, but much better wouldn't you say?" Korlis answered, watching the carnage unfold with unparalleled glee. "Very soon, this entire village will be turned into a legion of reptiles under my command. We will work our way along the coast and north, up towards King Mallack's kingdom where the vast majority are these pathetic creatures. Once enough of us have been created, we will be unstoppable."

Korlis finished speaking with a triumphant hiss, clenching his paws in the sheer passion of his words. His apprentice moved closer to him, wrapping his scaled arms around him and holding him close.

"Yes Master, very soon all of Mallick's kingdom will be ours," Ralo answered. "It'll serve him right for not responding to any of our messages, although now I'm quite pleased that he chose to ignore us."

Korlis let out a rasping chuckle and coiled himself about the other Naga. "I definitely made the right choice with you my apprentice," he purred, giving Ralo a happy lick on the side of his cheek.

Together, the two Naga's watched the village burn and all of its human inhabitants slowly morph into a hideous assortment of reptilian creatures, ready to travel with them to every corner of the human empire and morph the world to their desires.

The End