The Fall of Azurescale

Anxar shivered as he quietly dashed from alleyway to alleyway in the middle of the night, his every footfall causing the small puddles on the cobblestone to splash. At a time like this, when he was forced to head off to some rundown shack on the outskirts of the capital in nothing but a simple brown cloak to protect his brilliant blue scales from the rain, the dragon thought back on how he had ended up this way as his golden eyes traced along his next route.

His thoughts were cut short as the dim light of a lantern-bearing guard caught his eye, causing him to press up against the nearest building and hold his breath while thanking the gods for letting it be so dark out this night. The moment the bull guard moved past him he made a dash to the next alleyway to finally see the shack he was supposed to meet Him in. Just thinking about Them made his situation even more clear as he found himself speeding up.

A few more moments passed and the dragon's hand pushed up against the door; there was little resistance before the enchantment on it let him through, another layer of protection that seemed unnecessary. To his surprise, the inside was actually warm and dry, and that surprise was apparently noticed by the only other person inside.

"What, did you expect anything less from me?" Hearing the kobold speak caused the dragon to perk up, and the moment he realised that a snarl began to tug at the corner of his lips, but that quickly stopped as he looked the small man up and down. As usual, they wore very little, a black cape and a pair of dark brown pants, showing off those rust-red scales and slim build. Zoltu wagged his finger, charred black scales like the rest of his hands and feet, at the dragon with a slight chuckle. "Now now, I'm sure the heroic Anxar Azurescale wouldn't be so uncivilised to even show any anger at an innocent wizard..."

They both knew he was anything but innocent, but the mention of his heroic past certainly hurt his pride, or what was left of it. "But enough about that. I trust you did as I asked?"

Anxar grunted and nodded, before the kobold's silence made him speak up. Even after all that he had endured, his voice was still low and continued the slight hint of the snarl that had tried to form earlier.

"I did..." More silence, and a slight tilt of the small wizard's head. "...Master." He spat it out, as quickly as he could the moment it became clear that he would have to, but that didn't make it feel any better.

"Good Dragon. And? Can you do it?"

The blue-scaled dragon bit his tongue, but this time he wasn't given enough time to think about his situation. The kobold snapped his fingers, in that moment the violet arcane markings that were usually hidden around his crotch lit up, and the once-great hero fell to his knees as he tried in vain to do something about the overwhelming need that was quickly building up to his breaking point. He stayed like that for minutes, just on the edge of his breaking point, leaking pre out of his slit and onto the wooden floor with a whimper.

"When I ask you a question, you answer it." The firm voice of the small wizard, and a claw tilting his chin upward to meet his gaze, caused a shiver to turn through the dragon's body. "Can you get access to King Darakar?"

"I can, Master." There was no hesitation, just that need to deal with the kobold's particular brand of punishment.

A grin crept its way across the kobold's face at those three words. "And? Can you deal with him for me?"

The dragon bit his tongue for a second, only to let out a hiss as the runes began to glow. "...Not alone."

Zoltu let out an annoyed hiss as he let go of Anxar's chin, and to his relief, the need began to subside. "Then I suppose it's time for you to get in touch with some of your old friends."

The dragon's eyes snapped open at that, the shock clear as day on his face. "N-No, they don-"

"Of course, I can't have you messing any of this up. So, it's time for you to take a nap." The devilish spellcaster grinned as he got ready to snap his fingers again, and the gathering of arcane energy left the taste of iron on the dragon's tongue.

"Wai-!"

SNAP

In an instant, Anxar Azurescale's body lit up in runes, the violet light brightening the room as his gold eyes shifted into that same corruptive colour, beginning to glaze over. The dragon's thoughts quickly dissipated like morning mist as drool began to drip onto their bare chest, and then everything went dark.

~

Anxar groaned as the evening sun met his closed eyes, disturbing him from the nap he had been taking. The large dragon let out a yawn as he stood up from the bench he had been snoozing on and stretched before scratching at his chin and dusting his clothes off. It wasn't like him to fall asleep in public like that, and he didn't remember falling asleep at all. His musing was cut short as he turned his attention to the sky.

"Fuck, Kilal!" He looked around as panic began to build in his chest--what if he was late in meeting his friend after being the one to reach out to him? Without another thought he dashed off in the direction of the tavern they had agreed to meet at, briefly wondering about how he knew where it was before focusing on getting there.

By the time he made it to The Voiceless Parrot--a small and relatively unheard of tavern nestled in the middle of the city--Anxar was panting and dying to get a drink. With a simple push the door to the tavern swung open, revealing the dimly lit interior and modest furnishings. The bartender was pouring drinks for two of the three customers in the tavern, a dragon minstrel with a blue cape and M- some kobold he didn't know.

The dragon shook his head before looking back at the scene, taking note of how some coin was swapped from the kobold to the dragon before they took their glass and made their way over to a small stage nestled in the far right corner. Following the minstrel with his eyes brought his gaze to the last person in the tavern, a copper-scaled dragon dressed in unremarkable clothes whose bright blue eyes lit up as he noticed the blue-scaled warrior in the doorway.

"About time you showed up! Weren't you ever told not to keep a friend waiting?"

A groan left Anxar as he rubbed the bridge of his snout, all while the other three people in the building politely ignored the outburst. He quickly made his way over to their table, sitting on a chair that let out a creak of annoyance due to the weight it had to deal with. "I thought I told you not to make a scene."

"Eh, and?" Kilal shrugged and took a sip of his tankard, emptying it before pushing it onto a nearby table with the others he had finished. "It's not like we need to be so secretive, everyone in the city already knows who we are. But..." The dragon looked his friend up and down, before leaning back in his chair and chuckling. "I am surprised to see you out of your armour, has peacetime finally caught up to you?"

The warrior blinked a few times, caught off-guard by the question. Was it really that strange for him to not wear armour? Something about this was starting to feel- normal, there was nothing wrong with this at all.

"That doesn't matter, I just wanted to be comfortable while catching up to you."

The copper-scaled dragon leaned back in, a toothy grin spreading across his face. "Well, I take it you're paying for the drinks tonight?"

"Even if I wasn't, you would just steal my coin instead of using your own."

The rogue laughed, and just like that the evening of catching up began in earnest, just as the minstrel began to play. The rest of the evening was a blur of drinks and music, but eventually what energy of the two had begun to reach its limits, as did Kilal's tolerance for alcohol.

"Fuck, what are they even putting in these drinks~!" The smaller dragon asked as he slumped onto the table.

"I don't know, but I feel fine." Anxar had only felt a dim buzz the whole night--maybe he was just more used to the type of drink they served here. "I'll get you a room, better than trying to get you home like this." The dragon grunted as he rose up from his seat and stepped over to the bar to ask for a room, briefly noticing how the minstrel had only now finished playing and noting how he couldn't remember any specifics of their songs.

The room was cheap, and after handing the coin over for it, and the drinks, he went over and hooked the smaller dragon's arm over his shoulder.

"Come on, time to get you in a nice warm bed." The other dragon groaned but stumbled onto his feet to reduce the amount of dragging that would be needed to get him up the stairs, but halfway up he began to stir.

"W-Wait, what's that music?" Kilal seemed to have a moment of sobriety, his eyes lighting up for a moment before glazing over as that moment passed.

The blue-scaled dragon shot his friend a concerned glance before stopping their ascent to listen out for anything, but all he heard was the gentle groaning of the wooden steps below them.

"I don't hear anything...you really need to go to bed." Anxar put more of the dragon's weight onto his shoulder as they climbed the last few steps up to the room, first one on the left. It was pretty barren, with the only notable thing being that the bed was more than large enough to fit two people, but for now, that only made it easier to dump the drunk dragon onto it.

"H-Hey, wait. Come here~"

With a sigh he leaned in, now taking note of the small gold dots that rested in the rogue's pupils, but that wasn't important. They seemed to go to say something, before the small dots of gold bloomed outward into a thin ring that pulsed outward, and just like that they were out like a light, even snoring a little as their head rolled back onto the pillow.

Anxar let out an annoyed grunt as he leaned back up--just like him to fall asleep before saying something important. He gave him one last look over to make sure he was okay.

Before he could think about it he reached into his pocket and took out a thin piece of paper and pushed it right onto the other dragon's forehead. The warrior blinked a few times--it was just something his body did on autopilot.

The paper glowed, before seeming to sink into the other's scales, leaving a single violet mark under his finger. It pulsed with light, and Anxar could do nothing but fall to his knees as a wave of heat crashed against him.

That was when he heard it, a voice that was so strangely familiar.

OBEY

SUBMIT

SERVE

"Ngh!" The blue dragon clutched his head as that voice dominated his thoughts, each word causing violet runes to glow upon every inch of his body as he felt himself heat up. He gasped for air, both physically and mentally, struggling to keep his thoughts in place during the assault.

OBEY

SUBMIT

SERVE

YOU WERE MEANT TO SERVE

YOU WANT NOTHING BUT TO SERVE

DRAGONS DON'T THINK

"D-Don't think..." Anxar whispered those words out as they continued to press against his mind, pushing out something that he already couldn't remember, and a rush of pleasure quickly followed. Why did it feel so good? His cock strained against his pants, having pushed out of its slit while he struggled to keep his head straight.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see the door to the inn room opening and two figures, one big and the other small, standing in the doorway, but he couldn't focus on them.

DRAGONS OBEY

DRAGONS SUBMIT

DRAGONS SERVE

The sleeping form of the copper-scaled rogue shifted, and their eyes danced behind their eyelids as they mumbled along with the voice booming inside of their head. The single rune on their forehead began to spread, coating their more slender form in those same violet runes, glowing so brightly that they could be seen under his clothes. The warrior wasn't faring much better, his body alight in violet as the words continued to spill from his mouth, each one making him feel like he was losing something with every syllable.

"D-Dragons... obey, dragons submit- ngh~ Dragons s-serve!"

With that last word a snap rang through the room, the runes on the dragons flashed bright, and Anxar cried out as something in his mind clicked into place, both he and Kilal cumming right on the spot. Their seed shot right into their cloth pants, but their shafts remained rock hard.

Kilal let out a long groan as they awoke, his head feeling light and surprisingly clear for how much he had been drinking.

The kobold grinned as he looked at his handiwork. "Well, it looks like you did a wonderful job, Anxar."

The blue-scaled dragon looked toward his Master, finally placing him as the kobold he saw at the bar.

"Wh-What did you do to me?" There was no anger in his voice, just confusion and a hint of fear.

"Ah ah, did you think my runes only gave me the ability to control your pleasure? How pedestrian." Zoltu chuckled before turning his attention to the rogue who had just sat up. "And how do you feel, Kilal?"

The copper-scaled dragon blinked a few times, his now purple eyes faintly glowing until after a few blinks. "I feel fine Master, better than ever!"

"Well, it's nice to have a thrall so happy and eager to serve, unlike your friend here." The kobold looked to Anxar, watching the shock on his face at what his friend just said. "But that reminds me, the rest of your payment, Bard." A pouch was passed up to the dragon that stood beside him.

"It was a pleasure. And if you need my help again, you know how to reach me." The bard flashed a smile as he bowed before walking away, leaving the kobold to his dragons.

"Now while I would love to get nice and acquainted with my new toy, we have work to do." Zoltu took a few steps into the room and shut the door behind him. "Come." He pointed to the ground in front of him and both dragons obeyed. Anxar was a little hesitant, still struggling to fully comprehend what was happening, letting Kilal crawl ahead and take a spot kneeling before the kobold, who had his tenting crotch rubbed at by Zoltu's foot. He felt strangely jealous about it. His runes flashed, and he found it unbearable to stay where he was, resulting in him crawling along to kneel beside the rogue, who let out a soft whine once Zoltu pulled their foot back.

"Thanks to some information I managed to squeeze into a recent deal, I know the next, and last, member of your former party to visit. The palace grounds have wards to stave off demonic influences, and as my magic dips into that realm a little, you two would be barred entry." Something in the back of Anxar's mind seemed pleased about that; it was something that Miar was quite proud of when they came up with it. "So, we will recruit your ever strong paladin friend Ulthtin Dawnclaw to mask the faint traces of demonic magic." And that same part of his mind went dark, though he should have expected Master would find a way around it.

"You're so smart, Master. How are we going to get him?" The eagerness of the rogue and the sight of their copper-scaled body quivering sent pangs of guilt through Anxar'schest, but that wide smile, the constant pulsing of the runes along their slimmer frame, and the throbbing erection made it clear just how much Kilal was enjoying this.

"Feeling jealous, Azurescale?" The raspy voice of the kobold whispering in his ear sent a shock through his system, but he felt like he was frozen in place as they continued speaking. "Your friend gave in so easily, and now look at him, savouring each moment of my attention, hanging upon my every word, not a single thought between his ears that doesn't involve serving me. And that singular bliss could have been yours were you not so stubborn." The kobold's claws warped around his snout and tugged his gaze into the glowing purple eyes of his Master as they stared deeply into his own.

Zoltu held him there for a few long seconds, before nodding and letting go of the dragon. "But you're getting there. The more of you I mark, the stronger the runes get." The rust-coloured kobold pressed his foot up against the dragon's crotch, drawing a moan out from him before pulling it back and leaving them grinding against nothing.

"Now, the plan is simple. I'll give you two a message to send to your friend to get him alone, and then we all go and pay him a visit. Understood?"

Anxar nodded along with Kilal, though certainly not as quickly, as the small reptile went into the finer details of the plan, telling the two of them what message to send and where they would ask the paladin to meet them. And just like that the trap was set, though not without some breaks to keep the blue-scaled from trying anything. By the time the message had been sent the guilt no longer bothered him, drowned out by the constant thrumming pleasure of the runes along his body and the affirmation of his former friend and fellow servant.

~

The three made their way to the old paladin's outpost located just outside of the city walls, the two dragons wearing nothing but plain brown cloaks over their marked scales, mimicking the one the kobold wore over his plain cloth pants.

Anxar thanked the gods for keeping eyes off of them, and cursed them for not putting someone in their path to try and stop them.

As they requested, no one else was present at the outpost, leaving the three without any opposition as they made their way into the old stone building.

"Well now, I wasn't expecting you all to be so... coordinated." The booming voice of the golden-scaled paladin echoed in the barren halls as they pushed their large form off of the wall they had been leaning on. Ulthtin Dawnclaw wore the standard off-duty wear of a paladin, plain white cloth with the symbol of his faith standing out in gold. "And this small one is the one who told you of the threat, yes?"

As the large dragon continued to look between his two friends, his intuition picking up that something wasn't right but not being able to pick out anything specific, Zoltu snapped his fingers and the two rune-marked dragons surged forward.

It was Kilal who first made contact thanks to his build and how much more eager he was compared to his larger thrall-friend, easily reaching and circling behind the paladin to grab one of their arms and slip a metal cuff onto their wrist. The cuff clicked into place and kept Ulthtin's arm in place. Anxar simply grabbed hold of his friend's arm and struggled against the paladin's attempts to break free, getting a rush of pleasure as a reward for carrying out his orders.

The rush forward had removed the cloaks that hid the violet runes, causing the gold-scaled dragon's eyes to go wide.

"What are you doing!" The paladin snarled as he looked between his two former friends, the copper-scaled one simply smiling as they fastened another cuff onto his arm, and the blue-scaled one averting his eyes but doing nothing to help him.

"Restraining you, obviously." The kobold walked forward with a confident stride as he pulled a thin slip of paper out from his pocket and pressed it against the snarling dragon's forehead. Once it made contact with those golden scales, the edges of the paper began to curl and burn away, but it did not burn enough before it sank in and left a single purple diamond in its place. The runes soon followed, spreading even as they were held back by small wisps of white fire.

Ulthtin groaned as the corruptive magic began to worm its way into his soul, earning a look of sympathy from Anxar. The paladin locked his green eyes onto the other dragon's face, his mind struggling to look for a solution while also fighting against the corruption that was starting to cloud his judgement. With gritted teeth, the gold-scaled dragon dug his claws into the warrior as his palms began to glow with divine light, and as the radiance that fought against the runes on his own body faded, the runes on Anxar began to burn away.

The warrior's eyes went wide as he felt that radiant energy shoot through his body, causing the fog that had settled in his brain to fade as the runes on his arms and legs burnt off of his scales. He fell to his knees, letting go of his friend's arm and leaning back as he welcomed the cleansing.

"Really now?" The feeling of the kobold's breath against his ear snapped every ounce of Anxar's attention to him. "Are you really going to go back to how you were? Back to the brave hero of the people who breaks his back for the greater good?" Zoltu's black-scaled hand cupped under their bluescaled chin, guiding it to the side.

The paladin shouted something, but it was all muffled once those gold eyes met those violet pools. "I offered you a chance to rest--to enjoy true peace--a fitting reward for all you have done." The runes singed and burnt away even more, leaving Anxar's torso free of the violet glow. Only the runes around his neck, head, and crotch remained.

"Do not worry about what is wrong or right. Let me worry about such things and you can enjoy a life of pure bliss." The wizard pulled their head down, pressing it against their small chest and stroking their hand over the blue scales. It felt... nice, calming. Before having the runes spread across his body he had spent every day scouring the kingdom for the slightest hint of trouble; the peace he had fought for had left him without purpose.

His mind went to how happy Kilal was, the now purple-eyed rogue enjoying himself far more than he had when he agreed to the kobold's test. Was he really missing out on the happiness that he had wanted for so long? "Let me relieve you of your burden. You have suffered enough."

Anxar took a deep breath, and gave in, breaking the dam that had formed around his mind and letting the kobold's demonic magic flow through him. The runes flashed and rushed back, spreading across his body once more and overpowering the divine radiance that was now being rejected.

The paladin let out a shocked gasp as the energy they had been feeding to their friend was rejected, completely wasted as said friend turned back to them with a sneer--mirrored by their kobold Master--giving Ulthtin a front-row seat to watching his friend's eyes go from their brilliant gold to the kobold's purple, the corruptive colour seeping out from the dragon's pupils as a swirl formed in those draconic slits, a permanent mark of his submission.

The blue-scaled warrior had given in far more than his rogue counterpart, accepting the demonic magic as it seeped into his mind--drowning his vision in that violet hue as he locked eyes with his former friend. He gripped their arm as he began to speak the words that were now etched into his soul. "Dragons Obey. Dragons Submit. Dragons Serve." Each word caused the runes that had been slowly spreading across the paladin's body to surge forward--spreading over their golden scales and glowing in time with the runes on the other two dragons.

A grin spread wide across the warrior's face as he watched Ulthtin slump over-- feeling proud as he watched a small flash of acceptance cross Ulthtin's face after the betrayal. But even if it was only small, that moment of weakness was enough to give Zoltu as much control over the paladin as he needed.

The kobold continued to stroke along the blue-scaled dragon's head, rewarding him for giving in as the gold-scaled paladin joined their ranks. They would be trouble--much like Anxar was, but that was something he could easily deal with.

~

Miar grimaced as he watched the scene unfurl through the green portal that had been placed before him--two members of his former adventuring party fucking the large bull, who he could only assume was King Darakar, in the throne room while another dutifully lapped at a kobold's feet, as said kobold rested on the throne itself. He tried to turn his head away as the large bull took Ulthtin's shaft to the base and gagged around Kilal's own, but the portal followed--giving no chance to miss the violet runes that were spreading over the king's body.

The wizard snarled and glanced up at the spirit that had insisted he see this. "Why are you showing me this?"

The draconic spirit seemed to grin at that, though it was hard to tell under the black skull that covered most of their head. "Because..." They floated closer, the green flames that coated their back and tail lighting the study. "If you're going to do something about this, you're going to need me."

The white-scaled mage paused, running the options through his mind while the spirit brought the portal up to dominate his vision, focusing in on Anxar as he tended to the rust-coloured kobold's feet. "Fine then, but I have some conditions."

Zorix waved the portal away with ease before righting himself up, as close to standing as he could get. "Well... let's hear them."