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Code of Dishonor: Flames of Temptation Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Cidius

The sign of the times was all around. Fall was settling in and creeping towards winter. The leaves of the trees shifted from green to yellow to orange and red. It almost seemed as if the road to Invess was on fire with natural splendor, a splendor that Ragnus found it hard to enjoy. The knight moved along the road, his silver blade with black leather trim hanging at his hip. Ragnus was a little shorter than many of the knights of the round, but what he lacked in height he made up for in determination. His uniform was that of any of the mage knights, with black shoulders and a black strip down the center of his tunic, but the side panels were colored for his magic and aptitudes, a bright crimson red.

Much like Duron, Ragnus' skin was a touch pale and his hair a dark black, cut short and swept away from his forehead as if he was walking into the wind or had slight spines for hair. His face was somber, his lips tight. Never before in his time at the castle had he been ordered to follow up on another knight, least of all Duron. The knights were capable, stalwart, dedicated and accomplished. They had never failed in a task... which made Duon's absence unusual.

Ragnus hoped Duron's absence was mere oversight, that he had neglected to send word that his task was taking longer than expected... But Duron had never made such a mistake before. It could mean the worst. Whatever blight had wiped Invess off the map could have struck Duron, and if that was the case, Ragnus knew he could be heading right into a trap. The knight glanced back to his men, taking stock of them.

Those that lacked magic were granted the same uniform but with gray side panels and silver filigree instead of gold. They ranged from sixteen to thirty and they came from diverse backgrounds. Some had swords, others axes and cross bows. Ragnus knew they were good men but he did his best work alone. Then again, it seemed he spent his whole life alone. He tried not to judge his fellow knights, but it seemed he was one of the few that was willing to wait for sexual conquest until after marriage. He wanted everything with the woman of his dreams to be perfect.

As the battalion advanced, Ragnus started to notice a change. The color in the trees grew more monotonous, all an odd umber orange. The trees looked more wicked, thick and rough, the bark closer to black than brown... and in the far distance, fog hung around where Invess was supposed to be, obscuring it from view. It was a most unnatural fog, hanging at a higher elevation than where Ragnus and his men were. Ragnus held up his hand.

"Stay sharp... This may be the moment we have been preparing for." Ragnus said, looking around slowly. As he took stock of the situation, none in the group noticed a long, slender green scaled tail descending from the tree branches. It came down behind one of the men at the rear of the group, whipping around his neck before he was hoisted into the trees. He struggled and thrashed, causing other men to look around frantically. They only looked up as leaves started to fall, and what they saw caused their hearts to turn to ice.

Nagas slithered along the branches, lunging down at the men. Some were wrapped in heavy tail coils, others were bitten with thick fangs. Ragnus' men toppled and fell by the droves, but Ragnus was not to be taken lightly. He moved his hands and began to shoot fire balls at the naga, causing them to hiss and regroup, moving around. Ragnus started to draw a flame circle they couldn't slither through, setting some of the branches of the trees on fire as well. He knew he could quell the flames and stop a forest fire once the immediate danger had passed.

The fire crackled and grew, creating a defensive line that was intimidating, but not so much so that all the naga gave up. Some lunged through the flames, others used each other to jump over. Ragnus wasted no time in dispatching them. Fire engulfed the naga, immolating them until nothing was left but ashes. Ragnus' irises glimmered red as he summoned so much magic at once, feeling the weight growing on his body... but he feared it was already too late. So many of his men were dead, so man more gone.

One by one the naga toppled, a few fleeing but most massacred. In a few minutes, Ragnus was left with a burning ring of fire and no support. It had been a trap, it had been as Ragnus feared. It had to be what happened to Duron. Ragnus was about to mourn the passing of his friend when the hair stood up on the back of his neck. He heard feet stepping down on the ground past the ring of fire.

Ragnus turned, looking at the intruder... unsure of what to make of him. The being was tall, over six feet with broad muscles. His skin was coated with thick, strong, luxurious black and white scales. His chest had an unusual pattern like scutes, belly scales of snakes, running up over his abdomen and chest. A long tail whipped around behind him, easily as long as his entire body or more... but the most defining characteristic was that his humanoid face was surrounded on the top and sides by a ceremonial cobra hood that appeared as if a giant snake head had tried to eat his own head. False eyes rested above his forehead, fangs descended on either side of his face. It was terrifying, no doubt the intended point.

Ragnus and the snake beast looked at each other for a moment longer before Ragnus burst into his attack, flinging balls and bolts of fire. The snake lunged out of the way, returning his own spells. Green energy lanced across the air, striking the ground. The dirt grew moist before puddles of green formed, some splashing up as Ragnus ran through them. The flecks that landed on his hand tingled and numbed, and then Ragnus remembered where he had experienced such a phenomenon before... Duron's toxin magic.

The knight was stunned, unable to believe what had happened. No doubt Duron had been bested with his own kind of magic, there was no way that he could have become such a foul beast... but still Ragnus was captivated. His eyes turned a solid red as he sent out even stronger jets at his unknown adversary. The snake beast bore his fangs in an excited grin and continued, advancing forward.

Ragnus tried to keep him at bay, but with every blast of fire, the snake beast got closer and closer... until it was too late. The snake beast reached out and grabbed Ragnus' wrist, slowly piercing the leather cuff with his claws. As Ragnus felt the venom entering his wrist, he could tell his magic was being blocked. He tried to summon more fire, but even the burning ring around them flickered and died out. Ragnus grunted, being forced to his knees by the sheer strength of his enemy.

"Hello Ragnus..." Duron whispered, or as he was now called, Stone Fangs. Ragnus' eyes went wide.

"Du... Duron? No, it can't be..." He whispered. Stone Fangs grinned, leaning in to give Ragnus' cheek a little lick.

"Oh it is, believe me. I was shown the light, the perfection and the bliss of dishonor... And it is my pleasure to welcome you to it..." Stone Fangs said before he came down, bringing the fangs of his own mouth into Ragnus' neck. Ragnus called out as he felt the sharp penetration pierce his neck, then the pump of venom coursing into his veins... but Ragnus was not without protection.

Stone Fangs watched as he injected his tainted juices into his former ally, grinning with glee as part of his neck started to turn green, then red... but then faded back again. It seemed with each pulse of his venom that Ragnus' body would start to turn, then reject the curse and revert. Whatever curse Duron was trying to inflict was magical and Ragnus had never skimped on protection. He had enchanted relics, he had mental training, he had tempered his soul to it all.

The snake beast pulled out of Ragnus neck, hissing gently. Ragnus grunted as the green ooze leaked from the bite marks, forced out before his blood ran red once more... but without Stone Fangs to hold him up, Ragnus soon collapsed to the ground. He had escaped conversion but was completely paralyzed. He could barely breathe and move his eyes, his body completely frozen... and at Stone Fangs' mercy.

The snake beast hissed in despondency, not used to failure. He brought his tail around, swinging it over Ragnus before he stabbed into his abdomen with the tip, injecting him with venom the same way the beast lord had converted him. Ragnus' body rippled and shifted and soon returned right back to normal. Stone Fangs growled in great disgust before he moved, jets of venom spraying from the fangs on his head. The green venom showered over Ragnus, soaking his hair and uniform, running down in rivulets across his skin... his pale, human skin.

"No!" Stone Fangs growled in anger, though there came a soft burst of laughter from behind. Stone Fangs turned, his eyes falling across the beast lord. He soon knelt down in reverence. Ragnus watched from where he was paralyzed on the ground, taking stock of the demon approaching. He seemed to be the human embodiment of a gryphon with the face and mane of a lion, the wings of a bird and the legs and tail of a reptile. He had three mighty horns on his head and two more than came around his shoulders. He was an arch demon, a powerful mage... and no doubt the true source of the curse.

"Stone Fangs, do not trouble yourself. It is not you fault that you could not best this human. His resistance is quite strong. He is virtuous, he is innocent, he is... inexperienced in the ways of physical pleasure." The beast lord said, crouching down. He peered into Ragnus' eyes with a hypnotic gaze, his eyes shimmering like molten gold, "But that can all change, you can taste the bliss of adult pleasures, feel what your body craves to. You can feed from my seed and become as you truly are, as you crave to be." The beast lord whispered, waiting for a response. Ragnus tried to swallow his excess saliva, summoning the muscle strength to speak despite his paralysis.

"I crave... to feel... my boot on your chest, forcing... all the air you have... out." Ragnus whispered back. The beast lord smirked at that before standing back up. It was incredibly rare that his hypnotism failed.

"Stone Fangs, this is truly a strong one. Do you want to know why?" The beast lord asked. Stone fangs nodded eagerly.

"Yes my lord." Stone Fangs said.

"It is not his enchantments or his training. Dishonor started in the humans in the pursuit of forbidden knowledge and sex. As he is a virgin, his body is quite resistant to these things. It would be easy enough for me to force his mouth open and feed him my demonic bounty, but I feel there is an even better way to christen him into our brotherhood." The beast lord said, reaching down to rub at his slit. The pink, pointed head of his long, thick cock started toe emerge, pulsating with his heart in the light. It glistened, coated with precum, shimmering in its own sort of brilliance.

Ragnus tried in quiet desperation to summon fire, to move, to cry out or shift. Nothing he tried worked in the slightest. He was trapped, paralyzed, helpless. The mage knight looked up, watching the beast lord step over him, rubbing his manhood... and then he felt it, the first hot drops of liquid splattering onto his cheek... then his hair, then his shoulders. As the beast lord's cum hit Ragnus' uniform, the cloth started to sizzle and burn away, revealing naked flesh beneath.

The beast lord bore his fangs in pleasure as he willed himself to constantly cum, raining down sperm over the helpless mage. Stone Fangs started to grope himself, hispointed cock emerging, his clawed fingers wrapping around as he masturbated, watching his master claim another soul. Ragnus squirmed and shifted as more of his uniform eroded, but more than that, the magic started to seep into him. The hot, tingling, faintly squirming seed of the beast lord tainted the skin with the presence of sex.

Drop by drop, Ragnus' protection was eroded and his body started to react. His skin began to toughen up, taking on an orangey red hue. Ragnus forced himself onto his stomach, trying to protect himself from the curse, but the scales were spreading across his shoulders. Some of the scales were large like armor plates while others were small and tight, like grains of sand on the beach.

The tingling heat continued to soak into Ragnus, making deeper and deeper strides. As the heat reached his vertebrae, the bones started to shift, pushing spikes through his skin, spikes that were soon coated in scales. Even Ragnus' shoulders started to ache and throb as orange scales coated his shoulders, a ring of spikes moving around the lower edge of the muscles... and then the skin split, allowing curved spikes to push out.

To Stone Fangs, it almost seemed like the human was wearing orange spiked shoulder pads, some part of a uniform... and in a way it was. The muscle between Ragnus' shoulders and his neck grew tighter, becoming ribbed and scaled, anchoring into his flesh before the scales swept around his neck like a collar. More spikes pushed out of the back of his neck, but his throat remained almost soft, toughened like leather but barely scaled... and it soon grew pale, as white as mountain snow. The contrast was vivid - and spreading.

Ragnus' shoulders had only been the start. The beast lord sprayed his cum over the knight like a shower, covering him. It soaked his back, his hips, his legs and the changes spread. His biceps and triceps bulged with new muscle, reinforced but as white as his throat before the scales started on his forearms with a vengeance. Thick, long claws emerged from the back of his arm, curving toward his elbow, making him look far more dangerous than even Stone Fangs, but amidst the changes, the poor knight still struggled to fight, to hold onto himself.

"N... No, I fight for king and country, I will fight you..." Ragnus said, even as his teeth grew sharper in his mouth. Ragnus tried a disoriented wave of magic, and much to his surprise the air ignited, sending out a wave. Stone Fangs and the beast lord were unharmed, but the fall leaves ignited and the black wood crackled. Ragnus tried again but he had expended what little magic had regenerated since his parlysis.

Ragnus collapsed into the mud, panting for breath, feeling he hot semen was over him. It ate through his pants, revealing his spiked orange spine and ribs, dripping down around him to coat his chest and stomach. The faint contours and details of his chest began to erode and disappear as his skin hardened, rounding out. His pale pectorals became brighter as they turned the same snow white as his throat. His nipples stretched and flattened, losing all color until they disappeared into the leathery skin.

As the cum continued to run down Ragnus' sides, his abs began to expand and swell, fusing in the center, hardening on the surface. New layers of scales started slipping down from his pecs, covering his stomach in interlocking rectangular armor plates... the plates of a dragon. They slipped down over his groin, the flesh welling up over his manhood, sealing it over in scales with a slight wet crease between two to provide an outlet.

The beast lord circled Ragnus, hosing him down with seed, saturating him. The last vestiges of the knight's robes had disappeared, leaving his entire body in various stages of transformation. Even his hands became grizzled and hard, the palms white while the backs were scaled and orange. His fingernails began pushing out from his hands, darkening to brown, then gray and finally black. The nails curved into talons, rooted in his beast like hands.

Stone Fangs was more enamored with the beast lord than ever before. He watched his master move around Ragnus, using his manhood like a paint brush. He slathered the fallen knight with cum, guiding and directing his change. The scales formed over the knight's legs and feet in perfect harmony, though as the boots fell apart and revealed the bare feet, the toes started to take on a more wicked shape.

The bones of Ragnus' feet crackled and popped as they started to grow, the small toe fusing into the next toe over, the center two becoming one. Three digits grew out longer than a human foot, gaining new joints. Ragnus' heels honed down, narrowing into an extra digit, black claws all but exploding from the tips. The feet flexed and contracted as Ragnus gained some of his movement back, but he had learned from his mistake. He had to let his magic charge, to gain back as much as he could so he could make his escape - hopefully before it was too late.

"Can you feel it my fire knight? Can you feel your inner nature?" The beast lord hissed in bliss, his balls creating an endless supply of enchanted juices.

"I feel... pity... that you have to resort to this." Ragnus said, panting hard. The beast lord growled before he moved to spray down the knight's head. As the cum hit Ragnus' hair, it began to crystallize around clumps of it. The black hair bleached out slowly, taking on the flame orange of the rest of his body. At first the clumps seemed disorganized, but his hair was being converted into something better. The clumps proved to be spikes, angled back and away from his head just as his hair had been... but to the extreme.

The central row of spikes forming along his skull curved around, growing seamlessly into the line that ran down his neck and spine. Ragnus' back arched as he felt the bones moving beneath his skin, stretching down along his spine, pushing and pushing at his skin before it started to stretch freely. The skin erupted like a fountain of flesh, a tail growing out of his backside. It surged outward, narrowing to a point at the tip, thickening at the base. The tail was covered in orange red scales like the rest of his body, stretching longer and curling around him. It was a perfect compliment to his otherwise draconic looks. Slowly the bottom of the tail faded back into white scutes like his chest, matching the rest of his body, but it also gained the upper spikes of his spine as it whipped around dangerously.

Ragnus had fought bravely to save himself, but he was running out of unconverted flesh, resistance and time. The cum seeped down from his head spikes, coating his ears. As they dripped with demon seed, they stretched out into points, red on the outside and white on the in. What would have been side burns on a human began jutting red scales coming across his cheeks, fading away into his pale human flesh... and just like Stone Fangs, a line of orange scales hugged his jaw like a fleshy chinstrap beard.

The scales across his jaw grew together on his chin, separating the white scales on his throat from those on his face... the last part of the knight to transform. His pale human skin continued to lighten, taking on lighter and lighter tones before it was as white as his underbelly. The last part of his humanity had slipped away. He was a salamander, a dragon spirit, a fire demon... and the beast lord knew how sensitive those scales could be to the right touch.

The beast lord reached down, trailing his claws across the scales. Ragnus moaned and arched his back, shocked that the armor scales that should have protected him felt as raw as an exposed nerve. The beast lord flipped Ragnus onto his back and grabbed his head by the spikes, pulling him up. Ragnus tried to turn his head away but soon it was buried in furry and feathery groin, the heat and musk overpowering.

Ragnus tried to fight it, to resist, to pull away, but he had to admit that it felt good... it felt right, as if he was missing something in his life and the beast lord was finally bringing it. The beast lord pulled back, letting his manhood slip up before he leaned back in. Ragnus shuddered as he felt the hot, wet tip slide across his cheek, leaving a sticky line of cum.

The beast lord let out a deep growl of pleasure before he looked up, his eyes meeting with Stone Fangs'. It was time. Stone fangs wasted no time. He shuddered as he let himself creep toward the edge, venomous precum leaking out over his hands. The snake beast moved to crouch behind Ragnus, reaching around him. The snake dug at Ragnus' scutes before the claw found the seam and plunged inside. The venom tainted the knight's protective sheath, causing his cock to tingle and throb and grow erect, a still human shaft pushing out between the scales to hit the open air.

Stone Fangs wrapped his slimy, poisonous claws around the human cock and started to thrust his hand back and forth, feeling the venom soak into the skin, stimulating and changing it. Ragnus moaned louder and louder as he was so affected, his cock starting to grow plumper and harder. The tainted sheath slit began drooling thick pre around the cock, the shaft gaining a slight curve as veins pushed out along the length.

Ragnus panted and groaned, feeling as though he should have been sweating but instead the air around his body rippled with heat... and nothing was hotter than his dick. Even the mushroom shaped head of his virgin tool was changing. The head pushed out into a point, the bottom edge growing plumper and rounding, the tip curving. It was inhuman, it was animal, it was like a scorpion tail... and it was drooling pre.

Ragnus had tried to fight, to resist, to put it off, but now he humped Stone Fangs' hand wildly, drooling with need. Stone Fangs grinned, feeling as if he was truly accomplished in corrupting his friend. The Beast Lord merely smiled on, knowing what joys the two would enjoy together... but first it was his turn. The beast lord turned, sliding his cock along Ragnus' mouth before he pushed in. Ragnus was surprised as his jaw was forced wide, but the musky, salty flavor was so potent.

For a split second, Ragnus remembered who he had been... The frail, pale fire mage, the human knight, the loyal virgin... It seemed preposterous that he had the body of an animal and a cock in his mouth, but then his thoughts started to betray him. He could understand why people turned to sin when men tasted so good. He gave one furtive lick to the beast lord, then another. Soon he was lapping at the cock, then his tongue teased the slit.

All restraint slipped away as Ragnus was reduced to a hungry slut, licking and sucking the cock in his mouth, humping into the hand around his groin. He moved with fluid delight, just as Stone Fangs had hoped as his own shaft emerged. The serpentine member was similar to Ragnus', but still a touch darker, a touch different. The snake beast moved, lining up his cock with the hole beneath Ragnus' tail before he thrust in.

Once more Ragnus arched his back, his tail almost slapping Stone Fangs in the head. Stone Fangs laughed at the expression but kept going, not slowing down in the slightest. Ragnus moved with more and more eagerness, his soul the last part of him to transform. He was no longer a virgin, and there for no longer himself. He was someone new, someone that had sex, someone that liked it... He was a blank slate... and soon crimson red eyes gazed up at the beast lord in desire and hope.

Seeing that loyalty, that innocence turned into something of his own sent the beast lord over the edge. He tipped his head back and let out a roar that echoed through the trees, the ground shaking. His balls seized up and his cock spasmed before the most potent, rich seed flowed into Ragnus' mouth. The dragon spirit gulped at the cum, feeling it tingle all the way down before his own cock quivered and began to spray onto the ground.

The smell of so much cum and sex and joy was not lost on Stone Fangs, especially as the ass hole his cock was invading began to quiver and contract. Stone fangs collapsed onto Ragnus' back, his chest spared being punctured only by having his own scales to protect from the spikes. Stone Fangs hissed as he came, filling Ragnus' with thick loads of hot sperm.

The three men basked in their after glow for minutes, waiting until every drop had been shared before they started to pull back. The beast lord freed himself from Ragnus' mouth and Stone Fangs crawled off his back side. Ragnus took a few moments to adjust before he straightened up, kneeling before the beast lord. The beast lord smiled and moved forward, resting his huge cock on one of Ragnus' shoulders and then the other. For a moment Ragnus was surprised before he realized that he was getting the demonic equivalent to knighthood.

"I dub you Sir Salamand the Wrathful... My newest knight." The beast lord whispered. Ragnus, now Salamand, leaned down to place a kiss on the beast lord's foot before he gazed up.

"It is my honor to serve." Salamand whispered. The beast lord reached down to pet his head spikes, though he paused when he saw Salamand was still hard. His eyes traveled to Stone Fangs and observed the same erection. Usually his love was enough to satisfy any male, but the two were so turned on that even their orgy and orgasms hadn't yet been quite enough.

"Then you shall serve me by expressing your loyalty to your friend here. Stone Fangs, Salamand, you will share your pleasure with one another before you continue on to the border of the lands of the crystal waters. You will wait for word from me there. Do you understand?" The beast lord asked.

"Yes, our high one." Stone Fangs said. The beast lord gave a nod before he closed his eyes. His form seemed to shudder and flicker before it exploded into a flock of crows, arching up high into the air. The snake and the dragon watched their master disappear to the horizon before their eyes turned on one another.

"So... our first order is to spend our new found lust on one another?" Salamand asked.

"You will find many of his orders to bring you great joy..." Stone Fangs said as he approached the dragon kin, moving to bring their bodies together. Salamand shivered in pleasure as he felt the snake's powerful tail wrap around his leg and start to compress. Salamand tried to do the same, though he lacked the same coordination. Instead he used his tail to stroke up and down Stone Fangs' leg as they brought their groins together, trapping their erect manhood beneath sheets of muscle and scales. The two started to hump and grind, growling in bliss, their lips meeting in fierce kisses.

Salamand could taste the venom on Stone Fangs' lips, Stone Fangs could feel the heat radiating from Salamand, but as dangerous as the two were... they were suited for one another. Stone Fangs' cold blood boiled with heat and vitality with Salamand there and Salamand felt so inspired by having such a proficient hunter, such a skilled warrior by his side.

They nipped at each other's lips, they groped each other's asses, their bodies ground and humped and shifted before they moved to lick and bite and nuzzle the rest of each other's bodies. They soon collapsed onto the ground in a writhing mass of pleasure and sex... but much to Ragnus' surprise, it was Stone Fangs that found a new way to pleasure himself.

Salamand's scales were pried apart as the serpent cock speared into his sheath, sliding alongside his own cock. Stone Fangs started to fuck Ragnus sheath and Ragnus moved his hips to invade the serpent's slit, returning the favor. Both fucked each other, sliding deeper and deeper in tainted juices, grunting and growling before they felt themselves topple over the edge of desire.

The pulsing heat was infectious, spreading deep into their bodies. Ragnus had avoided it for so long, but he still knew what it was... That heat, that feeling... they were the flames of temptation. It was the temptation that would allow his master the Beast Lord to achieve victory over all, and thankfully Ragnus had someone special to share it with. He grabbed onto Stone Fangs' large head with his claws and kissed him possessively, never wanting life to be any other way.