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Written by: TiranMaster

Written for: Zsisron

Branx brushed the cloth that acted as his door out of the way, the behemoth ducking as he slipped out from his massive hut. The village chief took a deep breath of the clean air, a smile placing across his muzzle as he glanced around. The nearby area was quiet, serene, and rocky due to the plains he lived on with the other members of his village. Well... village was a kind term,they didn't all live super close together, monsters did have a temper, sentient or not, but they lived in decently close proximity to one another. The behemoth was chief for no other real reason than most of the monsters didn't hate him as much as they hated each other, there was much tension between the monsters, but Branx had managed to keep the peace for the most part.

Strolling out from his hut he allowed the air to brush through his deep velvet coat, eyes closed for a while as he enjoyed the sun settling on his face, his mane rustling ever so slightly. "Mmm... good morning..." he murmured. Nearby he noticed a few feral monsters lounging about, he tensed his muscles ever so slightly just in case they approached, but at usual most of them kept their distance. Branx stood at nearly sixteen feet standing, no monsters were about to fuck with him, and he was a wall of pure muscle. At one point Branx had been like them, dull, hunting to feed himself, and rutting when he felt like it. The behemoth couldn't quite remember when, but at some point he'd come across a pool of magic, they appeared in the area from time to time, and had drunk from it.

At the time he'd merely thought it a good pond of water, tasting particularly refreshing, but after a point sentience had started forming. It was as if somebody had dumped a library of books into his mind, one word appeared, and then another. After a point he'd grown intelligent enough to realize he was intelligent, and it all went from there. Now Branx had a name, had an identity, he knew who he was, and that he was something different than just another feral monster. The same story applied to the other monsters of his village, each having gained intelligence in some way, and over the years the monsters had developed a community. It wasn't perfect, there were some monsters that were mortal enemies that merely allowed the other to live without fighting, but they refused to talk to one another without fear of battle.

After a few minutes of enjoying the morning air and stretching a bit, Branx started on his usual morning routine, walking a well worn path through the grass. They'd all built huts of some sort, some larger than others, depending on the monster's size. Branx was certainly one of the largest, but not quite, there was a dragon in the village that was nearly twice his size. The behemoth had been particularly shocked when the dragon had spoken to him in dulcet tones, inquiring about entering their village, so they'd allowed him in, though he resided within a huge cave nearby. Branx's feet left large prints in the dirt behind him, his tail brushing one out occasionally as it rested on the ground ever so slightly.

The paths had many different prints in them, some from the village, others from feral animals wandering the paths. Thankfully due to many of the monsters in the village being such savage creatures normally their scents dissuaded many monsters from approaching the areas, it wasn't a complete success though. Twice Branx had gone head to head with a feral behemoth, while he was strong there were some that were stronger, out of the two fights he'd beaten one on his own, with a few scars to show for it afterwards, and the other he'd needed the aid of a few of the other villagers to take down. Soon enough the first of many huts came into view, kneeling before it was a minotaur, a large bovine creature who was currently tending his garden.

Drawing near Branx smirked, Darin was obsessed with his garden, a concept that never occurred to the minotaur before gaining full sentience. Minotaurs tended to have a base sentience higher than most feral monsters, though they were usually berserk creatures with a tendency towards violence, but Darin had gained much when he'd drunken from a mana pool. "Good morning, Darin!" Branx called out as he drew near. The minotaur glanced over his shoulder and nodded before returning his attention to a new bud he was planting, looking rather pleased with himself as he watered it with a bowl that had some holes cut in it. "How fared the night?" Branx asked as he stopped behind the minotaur.

"Cold," Darin grunted. The minotaur had gained sentience true enough, but that didn't mean he was much of a talker. Branx considered Darin wordy when he spoke more than two words in a sentence, but for now the minotaur stayed ever taciturn.

For a moment they stayed like that, Darin tending to his flowers, and Branx watching on silently. They both wore loincloths, it was considered polite amongst the bipedal members of their group. They'd gained a sense of shame when becoming sentient, feeling embarrassed when they showed off their private parts so freely. The quadrupeds for the most part felt no need, their bodies usually had sheathes, or if not they were low enough to the ground that it tended to be well hidden. "Anything happen recently that I should take a look at?" Branx finally asked.

Darin was quiet a moment longer as he patted down the dirt one more time and then stood, glancing at Darin with his dark amber eyes. "Sounds, that way," the minotaur grunted as he gestured out further down the path, "lots of grunting." Branx blinked in surprise at the words, mostly amazed by the amount of them, before nodding and acknowledging the minotaur's words. With that Darin walked into his hut, obviously done with their conversation.

Branx pondered the words a moment longer before starting down the path once more, he could ask Darin for further information, but more than likely the minotaur would just become irritable at having to speak more. He was curious about these grunting sounds though, he himself perked his ears forward and admitted that he could hear something off in the distance, like an animal rutting... and yet it sounded more... coherent? For the most part all of the sentient monsters had gained far more control over themselves, including the animal rutting they all felt at one point, Branx himself hadn't felt the need for a few weeks now. Every now and again the need took hold, but his hand allowed him to take care of the need well enough.

The air was filled with the sounds of nearby animals calling to one another and a river brook babbling away, Branx stopped to get a drink before continuing his way on the path. The sound of grunting was rather distant, usually sounds didn't carry between huts so he had to think that the noises must be intense indeed if he could hear it so far from the source. The next hut Branx came across was that of a Coeurl, a newer addition to the village, he went by the name of Bander. He was still picking up on aspects of being sentient, though he was a nice enough sort, when he wasn't trying to pick a fight with their local doctor, a moogle by the name of Mogtain. He apparently had enjoyed them quite a bit as a snack when he was feral, now the Coeurl was fighting his baser instincts though it was certainly a process.

The cat creature was living in a small hut, almost a kennel of sorts, he was laying his head on his front paws as his ears ticked in a visible sign of irritation. He cracked an eye open, glancing up at Branx and letting out a growl. "Whoever is making that noise, make them stop, it's disrupting my nap," he snipped. For the most part he'd gained a good grasp of language, but his personality bordered most days on violent, and others outright fury. He was one of the villagers that Branx hadn't gotten a chance to really know just yet as he was allowing the cat to get a hold of his newfound thoughts. But being near the Coeurl now Branx now could hear the sounds even better, they were loud, deep, and long calls.

"My apologies, Bander, I'll go and fix it right away." Bander didn't bother to respond, merely shutting his eyes and flicking his tail in irritation, and so the behemoth bowed shortly and went on his way once more, scowling as the sounds rung through the area. A few of the ferals nearby were looking anxious, Branx didn't blame them, the sound was rather disquieting.

Along the way a few other of the villagers were chatting amongst themselves, having met up on the road to meet with Branx. They were all rather snippy with their comments, all talking about how irritating the sounds really were. A chocobo chirping about how he'd been busy preening when the noises had started, a bangaa talking about how he'd been in the process of making a painting, and a prickly cactuar threatening to stick the offender in the ass if they didn't stop. Branx mollified them all as best as he could, feeling a growing sense of anxiety, there was something very off about this all... and by now he had a feeling he might know who might be responsible.

The sounds were all coming from a very specific direction, out towards the mountain side, where Haryel their resident dragon resided, and the sound was getting strong enough to rattle the ground ever so slightly. Branx's concerns were founded as he drew near the cave, the sounds were echoing out from the cave, rattling the ground with intense shudders. Words were being muttered but the behemoth couldn't make them out, and at the mouth of the cave a concerned looking bugbear sat and looked within. It was Haryel's close friend, Leynt, a bugbear that was often found at the dragon's side. He glanced back as Branx drew near, the behemoth nodding to him as he drew up. "What's happening here?" he grunted.

"I don't know, Branx, when I was approaching this morning he was... well, he was like this. Earlier he was much more coherent but now he's speaking almost as if he were feral," Leynt mumbled. The bugbear's eyes were wide and scared, it was almost funny how odd the expression looked on such a normally brutal monster, but Leynt was very expressive and kind. Honestly he'd been considered for the position of chief at one point, but he was much too soft and as such had been passed over.

It was obvious that something was happening to the dragon, so Branx glanced at the bugbear, he was stiff and nervous, not likely to be helpful right now. "Go get the doctor, he should be in his hut, have him come over as soon as he can. Alright?" he barked. When the bugbear nodded he gestured with one clawed hand to move, and with that the bugbear was sprinting towards the doctor's hut, and with not another moment's hesitation he strode into the cave, body tense and prepared for a fight.

Now from the sounds Branx really wasn't sure what to expect, some sort of fight, or maybe a illness keeping the dragon down... but not what he saw now. The dragon, normally very calm and mild... was busy rubbing his hard cock up against the wall. His golden scales glimmered faintly in the crystal lit walls of the cave, and he was grinning wide and happy as he grinded up against the rocks. "Ooooh, yessss, me feel soooo good, such good fun me having!" The words finally made sense when the behemoth was closer, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape at the shocking sight.

"H... Haryel, are... are you alright?" he managed after a moment's shock. The dragon glanced down at him for a moment, his eyes looking glazed over, his mouth agape as he tilted his head in confusion. "Haryel, it's me, Branx," he called out, a little louder to try to be heard over the dragon's purring.

"Branx, yesss, me remember, you good friend! Me having so much fun right now, fuck good, feel great, no hard thought when fuck! Me hear it!" The dragon's tongue lolled out slightly as he giggled, literally pounding his enormous shaft into the wall, cracking the rocks absentmindedly. His horns scraped across the roof in his throes of passion, if the situation weren't so weird and scary, Branx might laugh at the sight.

Taking a deep gulp, Branx tried to calm himself as he attempted to piece together what exactly was happening at that moment. "Haryel, what's happening? Are you in rut?" he asked. He didn't know the biology of a dragon, and he could only assume that perhaps the dragon's sexual cycle perhaps temporarily overwrote his normal sentience?

"Rut, yesss, rut so good! Dragon love rutting, you rut with dragon?" Haryel offered. He paused his wall fucking to glance at the behemoth, and at that moment Branx decided to step out. Branx figured that it might be best for the doctor to handle this situation, he really had no intention of becoming the mate of a dragon, especially one with a shaft. Stepping outside he took a few deep breaths and tried to relax himself, already from behind him the sounds of moans and growls started up once more without much hesitation.

Waiting outside the cave Branx glanced around, he was keeping an eye open for Mogtain and Leynt, hoping that they would be there soon. A rutting dragon wasn't exactly something he dealt with on a daily basis, and that dragon really did have quite a large penis, the thought of it being near him made the behemoth shiver. Five minutes passed... ten... fifteen... way too long for a mere run to the doctor. Branx started to grow a bit uncomfortable with the wait as the dragon's voice grew more guttural, his words dimmer in the echoes, growing to short sentences proclaiming how good he felt. "ME GOOD! DICK GOOD! LORD GOOD!" The behemoth didn't pay the words much attention as he was too busy growing anxious, and finally after thirty minutes had passed he started towards the doctor's.

Something was up, hopefully it was just the doctor dealing with a high risk patient or something, Mogtain had been a real savior for the village. Though the moogle had sentience due to him not being technically qualified as a full monster, he'd joined them after being saved by Branx from a group of feral monsters that had nearly eaten him. Ever since he'd been an asset to them all, giving them all much needed medical assistance when needed, and also proving to be a great messenger when Branx wasn't about. On his way back Branx was wondering what could be happening to the dragon when he ran across a cerberus, specifically the cerberus brothers.

The three heads each had developed a separate personality when they'd been given the gift of intelligence by a mana pool, and as such they'd all obtained names. Rykus, Rictus, and Ractus, (they weren't too intelligent up front when they'd chosen names for themselves), and currently the cerberus was letting out whimpers... or rather one of the three heads was, the other two were moaning and grunting in delight. Branx rushed over to them as he saw the cerberus lying on his side, his shaft fully erect between his legs as he lay there, spasming. "Cerberus, are you alright?" he shouted out. They referred to the trio as Cerberus was it was easier than trying to say their names, when they were being spoken to in person though they preferred individual names.

As Branx drew nearer he could see something odd about the heads, two of them had golden collars around their necks, something they'd not had before, while the third was whipping his head around nervously. "Branx, help! So... something's wrong with my brothers!" Rictus shouted out. He was the middle of the three heads and he looked desperately afraid, kicking out with his legs in some attempt to regain his stance, but the other two heads were looking overjoyed, both murmuring things into the third head's ears. If Branx had managed to get closer he might see something glowing nearer to the cerberus' head, but it was too fast, whipping back and forth, whispering in time with the heads on either side.

"Quiet down, head, no need to worry!" Rykus murmured into one ear, his deep voice the same as the other two heads.

"Shush, head, feel better when all dumb like other heads!" Ractus giggled. Branx attempted to get closer to see what was about their necks, but when he drew too near Ractus reacted surprisingly violent, spitting a fireball at him. The behemoth managed to jump away before it hit him, but his fur singed slightly as the head returned to what he was doing.

"Get out of my ears!" Rictus whimpered. He shook his head violently, trying to ignore his brothers.

"Riktus, what's happening?! Is there something I can do?!" the behemoth shouted. He felt his heart pounding hard in his chest, trying to aid the villager in some way, but he couldn't get near without getting burnt.

"Feel good, head, be dumb head, lord will make you feel all better," Rykus purred. His eyes were glazed over, the normal intelligence there replaced by the plain red glaze of a feral cerberus.

"No more big thoughts, small thoughts, three plain heads, all for lord. Horny, sexy, rut!" Ractus explained.

Whatever the two heads were doing to their third, it was working, despite all the yelling Branx was doing, Riktus couldn't hear him over his brother heads. "I... fuck... so horny... am... am sexy?" he mumbled. He tried to shake it away, but still his brothers grew closer, and the glowing light flickered in front of his eyes, bouncing from eye to eye, hissing at him.

"Dumb head, horny head, rut all day long!" one head said, he didn't remember which now, it was just one of the three heads.

"No think, just dumb, horny, all for lord! We just one big dumb monster, doggy monster, we fuck!" the other head grunted. Their words continued flowing in, and he found himself losing grip... and then he felt something warm wrap around his neck, and he knew that he was just another dumb head!

Branx's eyes widened as he saw a golden band wrap around the dog's head, and he let out a howl of delight as he shook his head, the coherent eyes being replaced with bright red ones. "Yes, dumb head, me not single head, me one of three! Sexy mutt, horny mutt, rut!" Riktus started barking. The other two repeated the words, and the behemoth backed off, his heart pounding in fear as the cereberus stood up and started to bounce up and down like an excitable pup. "Me fuck, me fuck lots! Me find lord, he let me fuck!" the Cerberus barked. Before the behemoth could help his friends though they ran off in some direction, and the trio was gone... and his heart jumped into his throat.

"Something's wrong... something's very wrong," he wheezed. The behemoth started off full sprint towards the doctor, he needed Mogtain, there was some sort of virus going around or something, changing the monsters into feral sex crazed beasts. Branx didn't know what the golden collar was, but it had to do with the infection, maybe Haryel had one as well, but his golden scales had hidden it. No matter what he needed to see if the doctor might have some sort of cure...

Soon enough he was coming across more monsters from the village, but they were all acting strange now, wandering around with big grins on their faces, and any bipedals had discarded their loincloths. All of them were erect, all murmuring in dull tones, talking about their "lord", and Branx attempted to snap a few out of it. Even Darin the minotaur who he'd seen not an hour earlier was now walking around, erect cock in hand, and a big grin on his face as he tried to hump against the larger behemoth. "Behemoth, want fuck? Me like big dick of yours," he purred. He pulled at Branx's loincloth and it fell away revealing the enormous tool underneath, Branx pulled away, scared that somehow the infection might spread through touch. He didn't want to try and get the loincloth back with fear of being infected, so for now he left it and ran further to Mogtain's home.

It took a mere couple of minutes for him to reach the doctor, on the way he saw Leynt walking around, apparently having forgotten his task as he stroked himself. "Me happy, me gonna fuck, gonna worship lord!" he giggled. The bugbear's eyes were glazed over as so many others had been, by now the village chief was terrified that he might have lost his entire village... he hoped it was fixable. Soon he walked towards the doctor's house, and was relieved to see the doctor behind his house, watering his garden. Unlike Darin's though this was a herb garden, for all of his medicinal herbs, the behemoth sighed in relief before rushing towards him. "Mogtain, Doctor Mogtain I need your help!" he shouted.

Mogtain turned slightly to look back at him and smiled wide, always the cheerful one, even during an emergency. "Why hello there, what's the matter?" he asked.

"An infection," the behemoth panted, "It's taking over the entire village! The infected have some sort of band about their neck, and they're all acting like feral monsters once more! I don't know what it is, but it's driving them sex crazed, and they're all becoming increasingly dumb. Do you have any idea what might be causing it?" Branx hardly allowed the moogle to get in a word, but he needed to make sure Mogtain knew what was going on as soon as he could.

The moogle pondered this for a moment, nodding a few times before beaming up at the behemoth. "Why yes I do!" he chirped. Branx sighed enormously in relief, elation rushing through him as the moogle turned to face him... and revealed his cock clutched in his hand, a golden band wrapped around his own neck. "The same thing that happened to me a little while ago!" he laughed. Before the behemoth could react he felt a nip at his ankle, it wasn't anything severe, just a short pain... and then his entire body went numb.

Branx let out a gasp as he fell back, his entire body crashing to the ground with a resounding thud, the nearby area rumbling from the impact. In the background he could hear Mogtain giggling to himself, apparently jerking himself off from the slurping sound he could faintly hear. "Lord will be ever so pleased with me! Shame that it takes sooo much longer to make originally smart creatures like me dumb too, but it'll happen soon! Then maybe lord will let me get fucked by all the monsters~" he was singing to himself. Branx meanwhile couldn't move a muscle, it was like his entire body had become stone... save for one part of him.

While the rest of his body had gone completely numb he suddenly felt a burning lust, like nothing he'd ever felt before, it burned in his loins, it burned in the back of his mind, and it fucked in his cock. Before he could really fathom why he was so aroused his shaft had sprung up, not quite visible in his paralyzed state, but he knew he was hard, and he had never been harder. The behemoth's cock quivered, blood coursing through it, pre already at the tip from the enormous erection he had. That was only the beginning for the behemoth though as mere moments later, a small creature sprung into his vision, a golden snake, a cobra to be precise, its head glowing as it gazed down upon Branx with a wide grin. "Why hello there, village chief, sssso glad to finally meet you! I'm your new lord, you'll be meeting me shortly, but for now you're to be converted into one of my many new subjectssss!"

It took a lot of effort, more than he'd exerted in his life, but Branx managed to work his jaw to speak through the paralysis. "C... convert?" he grunted. "Wh... at... did you... do to me...?" he growled.

"The same thing I did to all of your monsters! I paralyzed them with my cobras' bite, and as a side effect I included a little incentive for your change! The paralysis only lasts a few minutes, but the erection will last days before the poison works its way out. Or maybe it's hours, I don't really know, my new subjects' cocks usually don't soften after being changed," the cobra laughed. The voice that echoed from the snake's mouth didn't seem to be coming from it, the creature's glowing red eyes didn't even blink, and its mouth was hanging open allowing the words to come out. It appeared that whoever was doing the speaking was speaking through the snake, and already Branx was regretting looking into the snake's eyes as he found he couldn't look away, or blink, it was... beautiful...

"Leav... leave us be, we live in peace..." Branx snarled. He said this even as the cobra started to weave back and forth, from one eye to the other and back, a motion he didn't stop, just going back and forth... back and forth.

"I know, that'ssss what made it so easy to come after your village! Nobody knows about your village, and none of your people are interesssted in fighting. It takes me far longer to enslave feral beasts as their minds tend to not comprehend my words, and the populated cities of the civilized... well, they're all rather pigheaded and hard to get at." There was a break as the voice growled in irritation, but then giggled as it took on a far happier tone. "Now you, you all have sequestered yourselves with no alliesss, there's nothing easier! You're all also magically converted beasts, artificially enhanced by magic! All I have to do is pull some strings and reverse the process, not so much that you're just feral monsters anymore, but just enough to listen to my every word. Now... don't you think you'd feel better if you stopped thinking so much?"

While Branx didn't know exactly what had happened to the others, he could definitely tell how the voice had managed to turn them. It had made it seem easier to be dumb, to be sex crazed, and though the urge to fuck was so bright in his mind, he resisted. "Fuck off!" he snapped. The effort exhausted him far more than he thought it would've, but try as he might he couldn't move a single muscle aside from his mouth. Everywhere else was extremely numb, incapable of moving, though his cock twitched from time to time, seemingly getting larger than it ever had before, all the blood pumping into his enormous shaft.

Nearby Mogtain was cumming for the third time, the moogle had never been able to get off so much before, but with the venom in his own system he couldn't seem to stop. He didn't mind so much, and watching the giant behemoth be converted was super sexy! Maybe the lord would allow him to get fucked in the face by the giant shaft? He came with a loud moan, eyes glazed over as he licked some of the juices off of his paw.

"Silly behemoth, you're sssso stubborn, but you really have been given far too much to do. Mossst behemoths don't have to put up with all this stress, now do they? All they have to do is eat, fuck, and sleep, don't they?" The cobra asked, still wiggling back and forth, Branx's eyes always following the red ones, not noticing the fact that the entire cobra's head was glowing with magical energy.

Despite himself, Branx found himself answering through his slightly ajar mouth. "Well yes, but I'm the village chief," he grunted. He chided himself for answering... but it had just felt right, like he had to answer the voie.

"Tch tch tch, so much work for a big dumb behemoth. Behemoths should enjoy themselves, they're practically the king of the monster world! Look at you, you're the village chief, aren't you? You rule the village, a big handsome monssster, you would make anyone drop at the sight of that cock just for a chance to be fucked!" An image of Darin popped into Branx's head despite himself, wanting his shaft, wanting to be fucked by it. "Isn't that right, village chief?"

For a moment Branx stayed quiet, he was trying to close his eyes, but it was such hard work... it was easier just to watch, it was really pleasant to watch so it couldn't be bad for him... right? "Well... yes, but..."

"But what?" the voice asked. Branx's mouth stayed slack for a moment, suddenly he couldn't answer... he didn't know what... "Exactly, you're a big sexy monsssster, a king of the village, everyone wants you. You can take whatever you want, you don't even have to think all that hard about it, just demand it. A big dumb brute like you is a monster to be feared and to be adored, now aren't you?"

Branx was quiet for a while longer, it was hard to answer when the snake was looking at him with those deep red beautiful eyes... did he have to answer? He grunted as he felt his cock twitch and some pre dribble over the edge, the sensation was overwhelmingly fantastic, he hadn't fucked in so very long... maybe he should cum... just to get it out? He vaguely realized that his hand moved at his own motion, it was numb still, but he could move it slightly now... but... he thought it was easier just to lay still. Wait...what was the voice talking about?

"You're thinking too hard again, getting lost in thossse big hard thoughts. You're the village chief, you get what you want, you ask what you want and you get it! You're thinking too hard, thinking of othersss too much, there's only two people you need to please. Who are thossse?" The voice asked, the cobra drawing in closer, his eyes beamed into Branx's, ever shifting, and yet the behemoth never shut his eyes.

"I... I don't know..." Branx breathed. He had a really bad headache, he knew he needed to do something important... but suddenly it didn't seem as important as listening.

"You, and your lord," the voice answered.

The behemoth's brows pulled together in confusion, himself and... a lord? "Lord...?" he murmured.

"Yesss, you big dumb lovable hunk. Your lord, me, and you. You adore me, and you adore yourself, and everyone underneath you adoresss you. You are the chief, and I am your lord," the voice explained. The words rang in Branx's head, he found himself completely encapsulated within a dark world that only consisted of himself and the cobra, he didn't even notice that Mogtain was now actively humping against his side, leaving cum stains in his deep purple fur, and even if he had he wouldn't have cared at that moment. "It's so simple, there's nothing else to think about, village chief, is there? You're a big sexy dimwitted behemoth whose sssole purpose is to be sexy, for his people, and for his lord."

Somewhere in his head the behemoth vaguely thought that he did have something else to do... but what? He tilted his head to the side, not realizing that the numbness was quickly fading, he felt too good right then, he was really horny too. "Umm... I... don't think so..." he mumbled.

"Me," the voice said. Branx was confused, his mouth gaping to ask but the voice continued on. "You are Me, there is no I, I is a very hard word, it makes sentences sooo much harder, me is sexier, hotter, manlier. You are a behemoth, and you worship your lord, and you are worshipped by your villagers. Understand?"

By now the behemoth found it hard to argue, arguing took thinking, and thinking was really hard... so the behemoth decided he should just agree. "Y... yes... I... me agree..." he grumbled. He realized that he had a name... or had he? That was hard to think about too, a name took remembering, it took others to remember it, me was sooo much easier... and sexier.

"Good, that's a very good village chief, you are my sexy behemoth. My big brute of a behemoth that followssss my every command. I am your lord, isn't that right?"

"Yes, me follows orders," the behemoth grunted. He felt a surge of pleasure through his entire body, the snake sending pleasure into his body now, his cock almost exploded right there but he didn't... barely. It was easy not to think, he'd been thinking a lot recently, it was easier just to listen.

"You obey me, your lord, and you are a big sexy dumb behemoth, isn't that right?" The voice prodded him, the behemoth's face was now sliding into a big dumb grin, he felt so good now, his hand absently stroked at his cock.

"Yes, lord, me is your big dumb behemoth, me feel sexy," he chuckled. He did too, he had never felt sexier, more wanted, he knew that his villagers wanted him, wanted him to fuck them, wanted to fuck his ass.

The was a warmth around his neck now, the tail of the snake was starting to coil around his neck, the golden scales shifting into a golden band as more and more of the long serpent wound itself about his neck. "You want to rut, to be dumb, and to follow my orders. You are my behemoth," the lord commanded.

"Me is a big rutting dumb behemoth, me loves following orders, behemoth is yours," the brute chuckled. Then the snake vanished from his sight, it finished transforming into a golden collar around his neck. Even so though, the power within resonated through the behemoth's head, a constant hypnotic pressure, and in his ears he always heard words of encouragement, always telling him to be a big dumb sexy behemoth. He wrapped his giant hand around his cock and started jerking until he orgasmed, Mogtain by him gasped in delight as he was showed with an ocean of spunk, the behemoth spasming a few times until he relaxed, his balls churning still as he grinned. "Me need to find lord," he mumbled to himself. With that he stood up, his soaking fur shifting on his body, his mane dusted with some dirt, but the behemoth didn't mind as he started towards his lord, Mogtain in tow completely soaked.

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All of the villagers marched towards the same spot, where their lord's bands commanded them to go, all of them walking about with their cocks hanging out. By now everyone had been captured, and they all fell back in line as they saw the village chief leading the way, an enormous grin plastered on his muzzle. He puffed his chest out as he recognized everyone was looking at him, admiring him, wanting him. It took them a few minutes but they soon came across an enormous serpentine creature, he was miles long, honestly they were shocked they hadn't seen him sooner, but their lord could hide his presence extremely well.

The serpent had large wings arching from his back, and he had brilliant golden scales along with black circular markings all the way down his sides. The creature had bright red eyes with long horns protruding from his head and spikes arching down his neck, his scaled underbelly tore up the ground under him as he arched his body high above the approaching pack of monsters. He was taller even than Haryel the dragon, and that was quite tall, he grinned wide as he watched them all approach. "My subjectssss, welcome to your new life," he chuckled.

They all bowed, bidden to do so by their collars, cocks all dripping with pre in his presence. His name was Syalidyn, a powerful serpent whose magicks were far more powerful than most of the Espers in the world, he'd been sleeping for quite a while until recently. Upon awakening he'd decided to take it upon himself to start collecting an army of his own, he wanted to claim the world, and while he was indeed powerful he did not intend to make enemies of all people in the world without some backup... so he'd laid his eyes on the inhabitants of the village as his first potential allies... after some molding of course. "Lord!" they all called out, all trying to worm their way near him, wanting to hump up against him, to be fucked by him perhaps!

The great wyrm chuckled as he flapped his wings slightly, his eyes narrowing as he smirked, looking at the flashes of gold upon all their necks. He'd formed the snakes from his own body, they would keep all of his new slaves in line, and at the forefront of the pack was the village chief, the great behemoth had put up a greater fight than even the dragon had. He grinned dimly up at his master, cock practically pumping out cum already as he stood in line with the others, awaiting his commands. "Show your lord how you love one another, then we will start on my future plansss. I intend to start bringing more monsters under my control, we will start developing a way to give more monsters sentience... but for now... fuck."

It was like all of the monsters were driven into a mindless sex haze, they all jumped one another, trying to get at each other's holes, jerking, fucking, rutting. The behemoth somehow managed to get the dragon down, grinning as he plowed the dragon's ass, and the dragon didn't put up much of a fight as he stretched languorously, moaning and purring as his ass was pumped full of meat. The village chief was indeed a great pawn... he would be useful in the future.