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Rise of the Serpent General Part 2

What I knew at that time about people, about culture, about humans and other creatures was nothing compared to what I'd come to learn. My body slithering along the grass, my figure swaying in each movement that my long tail made. my lower arms were folded behind my back as they usually were to stay out of the way and maintain the illusion of being captured by these two humans that had lost their very mentality against my hypnosis. Well... when I found them they were humans. Already the male's body had swollen to better fit his armor, the bare lower body was showing darker hair along the legs that was thickening body the second. It was clear quickly what had happened. My father was a lycan and such blood ran through my veins as well, but such a thing could be passed on to others and it was obvious to me that during my time invading my new guard's body I'd given him the gift of that had been granted me from birth. The shifting figure of his body stopped my pet in his tracks, made him buckle his knees down to the ground as he growled and snarled. That human body being changed, shifted, adjusted, and even the bones of his body were changing to make way for the new mass of muscle that was coming over him. Fur filled his armor and that snout grew easily to poke out through that armor, even stretching it as the metal groaned to the stretching of the body under it until those plates broke off leaving this newly formed canine baring his fangs before that black face turned towards me. Once again my eyes connected to his, and once again his figure calmed. I remember hearing how his snarls faded away into a soft cooing that drew a smile across my scaled lips. It was nice to hear.

"You don't want to upset the master, Eri'on." I remember the female saying. If anything it was the first time I heard her speak at all, let alone volunteered a name. Up until that point I didn't even consider the idea of either of them having a name. When I asked her what hers was she quickly replied with a very well practiced solute that she gave with a balled fist patting the far side of her chest and a bow of her head. "Eri'ol, my master. My brother and I are part of the Eri clan. It is a pleasure to serve you anyway that you will permit us to."

What came next was something I'll never forget, a memory that curses me down to my very core to this day. Every other detail and name of this tale can fade into history, but it was that one man that we came across that I'll be forced to remember until the end of time. The mistake made with this one person would grant so much, and cost so much more. His face, his voice, everything about him is burned into my memories in a way that will never fade. Even now I can still hear the sound of huffing coming from the bushes, the sound of gasping pants that filled the ear and drew our attention. My guards coming out in front of me for protection in the way that they were trained while he stepped out into the path that we were taking. The sight of him told me right away that he wasn't someone to cross, but clearly had been weakened somehow in the path of his own long journey. The look in his eyes when he saw me, saw my pets folded into a sick grin as if he was looking for me all this time, and already knew what was destined to happen at the moment of our crossing. Words folded from his lips in what had to be a well practiced pattern, asking us for sex, for energy to feel his desire and calm his figure.

"I need your pleasure to feed me." He said clearly, honestly, and in a way that was unmistakable for me to ever confuse in a different way.

Even then the creature left me taken back, made my very fur crawl over my figure, but there I was looking on at another monster in need and if I was going to cross this journey then I had to remember who I was and where I was from. The thought of turning my back on a monster just because he made me feel a certain way bothered me far more than the feeling that I was getting from this man. Now I know that I should have listened to my instincts, that I should have obeyed my intuitions. If I had then it would have saved me such trouble, so many problems. For now I was young, naive, and willing to help others to stave from starvation. As my hand lifted my body gave an odd sign of resistance to my movement, as if even then it was trying to warn me of what my mind wasn't willing to listen to. The swaying motion of my palm, though, would send my order, driving my pets forward to tend to this demon, to help him, to give him the pleasure that he needed in order to sustain himself once more. My pets even turned to me, looking on to read my confirmation to the order that I'd just given. This confirmation came with a secure nod of my head, with an easy and slow smile that I allowed to fold, wanting the demon to know that I was doing him a favor here, and that he would be grateful for it. At the time I thought that he could help me, that he could be an ally. If I knew what I did now, then there would be one less of his kind, left starved on the side of the road, but this was how things happened, not how they should have happened.

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The creature that I was looking at wasn't the demon himself, that was just some level of spirit, but instead was a fully armored man dressed in what had to be seen as some kind of mystic armor. Lines of magic energy ran through this full plate, from the neck down across the chest and then sides, but the lines were faded, were losing their usual red glow. It was impossible to tell just how old this armor was, or if it still belonged to any existing kingdom thanks to the patterns about the face guard. It was clear that this suit was designed to mimic something similar to that of the gator, but only in slight imaging and intimidation. Other than that it was clearly a human inside which existed with a deep glowing blue gaze, the host for whom the demon possessed thank to the armor. If the armor were to die, if the magics were to fade, then my troubles would have ended there, but instead I gave the very clear order for this man, this creature, this beast, to be saved, and as eagerly as they were to service me the siblings went in to tend to this man, obeying their master's latest order. Figuring out how to pleasure a suit of cursed armor wrapped around a possessed man was another story all together, but as best as they were able to they'd step up towards him, already eying one another to see what they could manage in order to save this demon.

I watched as they approached him, Eri'ol had the slight sway of her hips that shown easily through her pants. Her wide hips and pert rear was something that I had missed up until that point, but after I noticed it such a thing was hard to ignore. The lifting of her leg, the way it rubbed over that armored thigh, even the way that she pressed her nicely plumped breasts through her armored top and against that plate-mail left me feeling the need as well. It was almost like a spell that I knew she didn't know how to cast, but just seeing her left me to wrap my fingers around my own quickly growing canine meat. The sensual texture of her lips pressing against the crocodile designed faceplate, protecting the man within from being able to feel the sensation of it, but still driving the view clearly that this girl knew exactly what she was doing to pleasure this possessed armor. I watched his metallic hands lift easily, the traces of fading red down the arms and over to the finger tips sliding up along her back to unfasten and unbuckle the breast plate from her body so that as she stood there with her figure pressed to his those well crushed breasts would be freed and that plate would fall free between them so that only her shirt would remain pressed up against him. The sharp tips of his fingers cutting down the back of her shirt, sliding their way across her flesh so that her peach skin would be shown easily just before those metal hands passed their way under her pants, taking hold of those large and beautifully heart shaped hips. I saw her hand wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his helmed head forward for another long and deep kiss across this cursed armor, taking the croc designed lips against her own as if they were real. When his hands pressed those pants down the woman was finally fully nude before him, and ready to pleasure him as I had ordered her to.

It was right when I started to wonder where her brother had gone to that I noticed the dark furred lycan coming in behind that armored demon. That bare chest coming up to crush its thick fur against the steel armor, hiding away the red lines of magic that passed along the spine against the darkness of that furred body the pressed against him. Those dark arms wrapped around the shining metal frame, wrapping it, holding it, and keeping himself close against it while soft kisses were pressed along the part between the armor. This was the first contact to his skin that the two had made and already I could see the red lines of cursed magic pulsating, starting to regenerate itself. Even the sight of him in pleasure, in anticipation to receive the sexual attention that he needed was nearly sickening, but my subjects didn't seem to mind such a thing, they didn't seem to sense what I was from him. The darkness that pooled forth like a river to wash away a stream. Maybe it was due to my monster blood, but I could tell that this creature was going to be trouble. Between his knees rested that armored tail, swaying delicately from side to side as it covered nothing. Moving by the power of the energy flowing through the armor alone. The sound of that armor clicking and grinding gave off the metallic echo as the flow of their lust for it filled the vessel once again, fueling the demon trapped within. Dark furred hands wrapped around the secured belt to unfasten it and with an easy dropping of the grieves down to the ground that naked human body was shown on full display. Those gauntlets lifted, taking hold of Eri'ol's tender breasts with a heated squeeze that left her mewling for more as he guided her down towards the ground, aiming to rest this beautiful female on her back so that his now fully exposed meat could throb against her already swollen lower lips.

My female servant had the look of amazement in her eyes when she felt that hard cock shove into her body, spreading her pussy wide as the red energy glowed brightly throughout the armored figure. Even the discarded lower half was fed through this as though they were still connected to the top. Her mouth hang open easily, frozen in mid call of pleasure with not even the slightest sound lifting from her body, the tightness of the grip that she had on him was obvious from how her fingers curled around the grass that was packed down against her rested body. What the demon hadn't quite expected, though, was when those dark furred fingers wrapped around his now bare hips and that spear-like canine dick was already pressing against the crevice of his pert rump that was already shoving his human possessed cock deep within that sister. Every hard pound was pulled back against that grinding doggy dick in order to draw a hot moan from both what remained of that armor as well as the man within. I remember the moan that flowed from him sounding hollow, sounding like a creature not only covered in steel, made of it. I always found the sound to be a bit eerie, but my servants didn't seem to mind it at all. I watched Eri'ol prepare himself, pull himself just far enough back so that when this demon pulled back from a thrust into the woman's body his tunnel would be speared entirely on that well heated cock, spreading that deep tunnel and forcing that armored head to arch back in a sudden shattered gasp. The tight grip that my lycan had on his hips only anchored the demon in place while one hard thrust after another continued to spread and widen that tightness, stretching it out little by little with each continued push.

At first the heavy movements would crash in wildly, slamming down with a heavy blow that drove the demon's body forward, making him thrust down into Eri'on's awaiting body. Her breath finally catching up with her activity and leaving every hit to drive a soft call of pleasure from her lungs. The coursing red lines no longer pulsating at all, but instead remained in a long and lasting bright glow that helped to fuel this nether creature to continue his motion. No longer did he even need to thrust, but instead my werewolf was controlling his hips and giving him every motion that he needed to penetrate his sister down below them. Already Eri'on was starting to shiver with the presence of that hard grip around his canine member, but that only drove an even harder shiver through that demon's body, making him feel the heavy pleasure of while my servant girl was left to feel that throbbing cock reach towards its very peak inside of her body. Hips lifting to try and match the speed and force that she was being made to take it, but even that was starting to waver to the sensation that she was being given. Every hard pound that was pressed against her hips drove them further into the dirt, forcing them to lift harder in order to pick up only to find them being driven back down once more. Finally when her brother pinned those hips down against hers and started to drive that doggy dick hard within the demon's tight pucker all she could feel was the hot pulsating meat within her waiting to explode as every single hard crushing thrust would jerk both of their bodies.

I had to watch, my own throbbing dick leaking sticky pre out over my fingers to dribble down over the ground as I witnessed my girl's eyes rolling into the back of her head, knowing that she wasn't long before this demon was about finished with her. The newly formed pup was also growing close with his heavy snarl and grinding teeth. The demon was far more difficult to tell, but I had to put my trust in the idea that if my two servants were at their very limit then he couldn't possibly be far behind. With a deep call of my lycan's voice barking out heavily against the back of that armored creature the fast and immediate rush flowed from his already pulsating doggy dick to burst through into the depths of that rear, crashing a heavy wave of thick recently transformed seed deep within the figure of that possessed body. If hadn't been for his darker blood line there would be no doubt that we'd have yet another werewolf on our hands, but there has to be something said about the resilience of ancient spirits. With Eri'on releasing the heavy flow of his canine cream into the depths of that body it set off the demon, the hot flood of his host's cum bursting it's way through into the depths of that sister's body. I could see her hips once again lift against the weight of the two men pushing down against her, thighs quivering, body shaking, and her own heavy flow of fem-seed leaking free, pooling out over the dirt to be soaked up into the grass. The three were left panting, moaning, and mewling, as the very subtle movements of their bodies entered view from time to time. The sight of it driving my own hand to speed up across my own canine member, gripping my knot easily in my palm. I could feel my own breath huffing softly while my eyes closed. Darkness flooded all of my senses except for the sensation of need that came with my cock so ready to release. In one final blast at the event of this demon's arrival my hips crashed into my hand and a heavy flow of milky white cream was forced out across the green grass, trying to paint it my very own shade of white.

The four of us were well worn after this, but only one had regained his demonic energy, replenished by the hot lust that had been fed to him. Even when he went to recapture his armor it was clear that my two servants had done well in the task that I set before them, but now that he was well saved from his starving state I fully expected him to move alone, an expectation that I wished I had been able to claim witnessed.

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"Thank you." The demon thanked me, already I knew there on the spot that we'd picked up something far more difficult to get rid of than the scales over my lower half, "My name is Nephic, and I know all about your quest, young naga."

I couldn't keep my eyes from narrowing to this. How did he know of my reasons for traveling? How could he be so bold as to make such a statement out here in the open? It became instantly clear that he was far more powerful than he had originally let on. Many don't realize just how dangerous a demon is, even the lesser ones can house great power if they set themselves upon it, but here was a demon in a spiritual form possessing a man who had foolishly put on a suit of armor that he'd likely found at some point. The point of cursing the armor, of making it possession worthy was something powerful all it's own and now we'd been kind and foolish enough to draw in his interest. At first you might think that he simply wanted to come along so that we could keep replenishing him, and that wasn't an entirely wrong, I'm sure that was part of his motivation, but what he explained to us was that he served a bigger role in what was to come for all of us. This was a statement that proved to be very true, but not anywhere near as pleasant as he'd made it sound at the time.

The sound of his hollow voice echoed through his armor covered body, those glowing eyes clearly locking onto me while my servants finally recovered enough to join by my side once again, "The capital that you seek doesn't house your missing family. They were taken by another with the coins left as a means to start conflict. I know who took them, and I can take you to him."

"If you know who kidnapped my family then you need to take me to them. If it wasn't for me then you'd have starved on this road, so you owe me that much." I felt that I needed to remind the smug demon of his most recent time of need, but that look on his lips didn't quiver. The truth was that with his energy fully recharged he didn't have a need for me or my two captured guards, so there was nothing for him to fear if I turned down his offer in order to seek out my family in the wrong area.

"I do owe you that, but I also owe you enough to tell you that you aren't ready to face your real threat yet. I'll go with you, help you to amass you a force to take on the twin kings. Once you have bested them and toppled their kingdom only then will you have the forces that you need to win against the man who holds your parents."

I could feel the burning flames behind my eyes. I saved this demon's life and this was how he chose to repay me. What I got was that I was heading in the wrong direction to get my parents back, but where they had been taken too was still a mystery, and a mystery that only Nephic knew the actual answer to. If I don't keep him around, if don't follow his advice on this, then I would never find them. Even then I reluctant to accept his help, more of my good intuitions again, but had no choice but to ignore it so that I could find hope of locating the parents that were taken from me. My only option was laid out in front of me, and I had no other choice but to take it. Whether I trusted this demon at the time or not didn't matter, all that I understood was that if I wanted to see my family again then I had to work with this creature who's bloodline was known for greed and deception.

Nephic must have been able to read my worry over my face, because he came in quickly to tell me that there was nothing for me to fret about, that we were both in the same boat in some way or another. Maybe it was that I wanted to believe him, maybe it was that I didn't care as long as I got my parents back, but I agreed to his sick deal, to his game of war. Young, naive, and ignorant, I agreed to play part in his little task to appease him so that I could get back what had been taken from me. Such a decision was among one of the greatest of my mistakes to this day, but as a young adult the idea of being able to swell my chest and beat it with my four fists left me to be willing to agree to something as fool-hearty as making a deal with such a creature. From that point the name of Nephic would always be burned into my mind, and his smiling face would haunt my vision anytime my eyes closed even for a second. They say that the gravest of mistakes are the ones that you can never let go of and what I agreed to on that day was something that I never will. Played on by my need, and taken advantage of for the sake of a demonic smile. I use being young as an excuse, but even then I knew something was wrong with what I was doing and it wasn't that I failed to know better, I just didn't care as long as my family was able to be returned to me. At that point this demon possessed armor joined our party and we continued on our journey, now with the goal to build an army.