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Slayer or Layer 14 For Lorvianne By Draconicon

The orgy continued, and not once did the wolf have less than two dicks inside of him for more than the time it took for another to replace it. There were times when he had two shafts in his pussy, times when there was one in his slit and one in his mouth, and times when he had three at once, fucking him, filling him, stretching him.

In the orgasmic haze that he was in, the dragonslayer barely realized what was happening to him, never quite understanding how or why or when things were occurring. All he knew was that he was floating on a bliss that he hadn't felt in a long time...floating, and being carried.

That bit of information occasionally penetrated the haze of pleasure that he felt, usually when he was being passed from one lizard to another, when he was aware of being in transit to...somewhere. They were no longer by the road, but under the leaves of the forest, no longer by the dirt path, but on the grassy green of the undergrowth of the forest. He could see nothing but scales and darkness, feel nothing but cock and the corruption of his body.

The scales kept burning as they spread, covering his fur, smothering his old body and making him look more and more like a two-legged dragoness. His body was feminine from the waist down, his legs slender where it mattered but thicker in the thigh with curves and fat. His ass and hips had grown to sway and swell, to entice and tease.

And his pussy...

He swore that it was inflamed, that he could feel his pussy lips dangling just a bit, swollen with blood and getting rubbed by his thighs whenever something wasn't inside of him. The curse? His own need? The constant corruption?

He didn't know what the cause was, but the result was clear. He was being pushed into a frenzy, a frenzied need for more and more cock and cum.

The lizards carried him through the forest for who knew how long before finally dropping him to the ground. Lorkos gasped for breath as the world slammed back to him, and he struggled to pull himself to all fours before looking around.

They'd left the forest itself behind. The undergrowth had been cleared way by fire, judging from the scarred black ground beneath him, and he could see huts of stone and leather before him. A great bonfire marked the center of the village, and all around him were more of the lizardmen.

Many, many more.

He counted at least three dozen around him with others - male and females - in the distance, most wearing either loincloths or nothing. Only one of them wore more, and that one was covered by bodypaint and accessories rather than more cloth.

It had to be the shaman. Praying that it was the one that the lizardman had sent him to, Lorkos stumbled to his feet, shivering as he felt the crick-crack of scales slinking down his legs, pushing down to his heels and pushing up along his chest to just under his nipples. His ripped shirt had to show it, now.

"Shaman?" he managed to croak.

"I am he," the painted, ringed one said.

"I've been looking for you."

"A weakling like you could never kill me."

"I don't want to kill you."

For once, truth. He was too tired to want that...and he wanted something else far, far more.

"I want you to cure me."

"Cure you? Of this blessssing?"

The shaman chuckled as he stepped forward, running a hand along Lorkos's furry cheek before ripping off the shreds of the warrior's shirt. The leather came free, loosened already by many claw marks. The wolf bit his lips to keep from making a sound as a clawed finger tweaked one of his nipples.

"The curssse of the dragonesssss issss ssstrong, though not too sssstrong to remove," the shaman said. "I could do it...but why?"

"Because...because..."

Lorkos stumbled over his words, cursing under his breath as he struggled to come up with any reason why the shaman would do as he said.

Honor? Since when did the scalies have any of that?

Fairness? Hardly likely to convince anyone.

A real fight? They cheated anyway.

"...To prove your power."

The shaman glared at him, and Lorkos knew that he had found the right answer. He smiled.

"If you purge a curse laid down by a dragoness, what does that mean, huh? What does it mean to you and your followers that you were strong enough to do that? It will only make you look stronger if you do it."

"...You sssspeak out of turn."

Still, the shaman at least looked more interested in the idea than he had been a moment ago. Was there a possibility, then? Was there a chance that the lizardman would find it a worthwhile venture?

The white-scaled male turned around, tapping his chin and muttering to himself in a different language. As he did, the wolf looked around, taking in details that he hadn't seen the first time around.

Despite the population of scalies here, he was surprised to see no younglings. There were a few kobolds around, admittedly, and he had thought that they were the young ones at first, but there were differences to the body and biology that made it clear that they were most definitely not lizardmen.

No, there were no young here. No second generation, no others that might carry the village on when the current one died off. Why, he wondered? Were there problems breeding? Were the females lacking fertility?

Or was something else going on?

The shaman turned to him again, smirking.

"I have a deal to offer you, breeder."

"..." Resisting the urge to growl, the wolf nodded. "Let me hear it."

"You obvioussssly have the ability to breed with all sssscaliessss. You will bear ussss ssssome young. A new generation. After that, if you do it well, if they all sssurvive the hatching...I will remove the curssse."

His heart fell. It was not a good deal, not with the way that things were going, but...

But...

For a moment, he saw it in his head. The eggs that he had laid on the side of the road, the eggs that he had laid where there was no one watching, the egg that had been taken by the mage back at the village. They were all left in uncertain hands, left to trust in fate to survive. A pang of guilt hit him for a moment before he brushed it off.

Here, the eggs would be...safe. Safe from hatching and ambushing someone, at least, he quickly revised in his head. He wasn't trying to make sure that his young stayed safe, after all. That would be...

That would be...

He wanted to say that it would be wrong, but he couldn't say that, either. He sighed, shaking his head.

"Fine. I'll agree...for now."

"Heh. Good. To the tents!"

He was marched along by the warriors, hissing every time that he took a step and felt his thigh pressing against his puffy pussy. He hoped that it would go down soon, but with the orders to breed, he doubted that he would feel anything but need for a while.

The shaman and his people pulled him along to one of the stone tents, laying him down on a bed in the middle of it. As the white-scaled shaman started to draw sigils into the doorway of the hut, the other males started pulling off their loincloths, showing off their cocks once more.

Mmmph...fucking...curse...

Despite himself, his needs were already rising. He didn't know how many times he had been fucked on the way over, but the curse must have been getting stronger, because the sight of scaly cocks hadn't done this to him before. The sight alone had been enough to leave him a bit shaky, yes, but not...not feel this urge to impale himself upon them.

His toes curled as the scales crept along the edges of his heels, his breasts starting to come in as the red scales circled up around his nipples. Lorkos tried to sit up, only for one of the warriors to kick him back down, shoving him onto his back and leaving him there.

"Stay."

The partial-wolf groaned under his breath, but managed to suppress the growl that wanted to come after. He took a deep breath, forcing it down in his throat, and then nodded, laying on his back.

Eventually, the shaman finished his writing and turned around. The white-scaled beast knelt down between the dragonslayer's legs, pushing them further apart before worming a more slender finger between his legs, between his pussy lips -

"Mmmph!"

And right inside of the once-wolf. Lorkos panted as he felt the urges inside starting to swell again, his pussy stretched but squeezing down again, pulling on that finger, trying to draw it deeper inside.

The shaman chuckled.

"Ah, you have been cursssed by a powerful dragonesssss indeed. I would need dayssss to remove thissss one."

"Mmmph...how long...will I be here?"

"Long enough."

The shaman gestured at one of the warriors.

"You. Breed him. Isssss not pregnant yet."

The warrior nodded silently, getting down on his knees. Guessing what position that the lizardman wanted, Lorkos pulled himself upright and turned around, getting on his hands and knees. His tail was half-dragon now, thick and heavy at the base but furred further along, and he blushed as he felt it tugged to the side.

The slippery, hot head of a lizard cock pressed against his sex, and he puffed out a breath in shock as it started grinding against him. The shaman was still muttering, probably setting up a fucking order -

"MMMPH!"

Lorkos gasped as he was shoved forward by the first thrust, head hitting the ground, his eyes going wide from the sheer depth of penetration that the lizardman managed on the first thrust. He panted hard, feeling like his womb was being invaded right there and then, his body shaking as he was filled to the brim and then some.

The lizard didn't take it slow, didn't tease him. This was meant as raw breeding, and that was exactly what the other male was doing. Hump, hump, hump, each thrust going as far as it could go and then bottoming out, only to start over again. Hump, hump, hump, the lizard's balls slapping against his clit, giving him another shock of pleasure each time that the scaly male bottomed out in him.

In and out, in and out, the slippery, pointed tip of the lizard's cock grinding against his inner walls in ways that were so different from the more rounded cocks that he had taken in other places. It scraped as much as it rubbed, pulled as much as it pushed, forcing his body to get ready to breed.

The seed of the other lizards was getting scraped out by the motions, and he realized that was why he hadn't already been bred by the others that had fucked him on the way there. They had been pulling out the seed of their 'competitors' each time that they fucked him, forcing him to start at the beginning again each time. In and out, in and out, in and fucking out!

Lorkos moaned, having a miniature orgasm, the scales spreading further, running up his back and down his legs. His chest had bulged out, creating breasts large enough to cup and hold if one chose. He bit his hips, forcing his chest further down and his ass further up to try and hide it.

It didn't take long for the warrior to fill him with seed after that. Lorkos didn't quite cum from it due to the speed of breeding, but it was still pleasant, still enough to leave him panting and mostly satisfied. His cheeks burned as he realized that he squeezed down on the lizardman's cock as he pulled back, almost like he wanted to keep it inside of him.

Watch yourself. Don't...don't let it happen like that again...

The shaman was immediately at his side, feeling his belly and rubbing over the small bulge that hung down from it. The white-scaled lizardman muttered to himself.

"What?" Lorkos muttered back.

"Mmm. Pregnant."

"How can you tell?"

"I'm the ssshaman. We have wayssss."

"Mmph. Well, that's...that's one."

"At leasssst. Will lay in a day."

"..."

"Unlessssss you want potion to sssspeed it up?"

"...I'll take the potion."

It would probably taste horrible, but if he could at least speed this up, then he might just have a chance of getting this done in a few days - or few weeks - rather than a few months. He needed to get this done before he lost his mind.

The End