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Drago’s Bling: Paladins’ Fall

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: Anonymous

The air was tense as all of the paladins stood at one end of the room, the leader of them standing in the middle, the streaks of gray in his hair and beard weren’t able to diminish the sense of power that loomed in his posture and muscled form. The great suit of plate armor he wore was heavy enough that most men his age might bow under its great weight, but Sir Wynston the Drake Slayer was a man who kept himself and his men at peak strength. Zelth knew this well, he’d once been one of the man’s lead enforcers, a pride of the kingdom himself. Those memories were hazy, far more so when he was in the king’s presence, just the thought alone of the king was enough to make the Dracions’ legs go weak for a moment.

Two Dracions stood in the hall of the paladins, a building high in the mountains, lauded for its holy power from the gods on high. Just standing there, Zelth could feel the holy energy trying to tap back into his body, to tempt him back to the way of the “righteous paladin”, he nearly spat at the thought. His senior holy knight, Ellyth kneeled, and Zelth himself kneeled in turn before the ensemble of knights. They’d both put on loincloths along with vests to cover up some of their bodies, a blasphemy as far as Zelth was concerned, though he knew that this was the only way they would gain access to the holy building of the paladins.

It had been five years since Zelth had last stood in this building, himself a human, weak and beholden to their gods and rigid structures. Just the thought alone caused his scales to itch, he disdained wearing the clothes of humanity, such things were below a holy knight of his highness. He now knew as he hadn’t before that the king himself was a holy being, one who walked the surface of their plane, one who was willing to doll out his blessings to those who listened to his holy word. Such as the essential nature of bearing one’s body to the world, to only enjoy the presence of other men, he felt the itch to stroke a hand over his superior officer’s scales and enjoy his manhood as he had so many times now... but he of course resisted such an urge before the prude humans.

“What brings you here, snakes?” Sir Wynston finally spoke, his words held barely constrained anger and hostility, his brown eyes were flat as he stared upon them with disgust. His fellow knights had their hands on their swords at their sides, plate male gleaming in the light of the dawn that showed through one of their paned glass windows, a depiction of their holy icon. “We’ve barely written up a treaty with your kind, and you come to our most holy of places to seek... what? Have you suddenly decided to convert?” the words came with a healthy dollop of sarcasm, his fellow knights snickered and glared at their pair with the same level of contempt.

Zelth shifted uncomfortably, he himself had been part of the reason why their kind had gone to war with the humans. It hadn’t been too long after his transformation that the human kingdom had demanded their paladin back, and yet they’d been unable to offer up the person they’d requested as he no longer existed as they knew him. Zelth and Ellyth had been on their way to the kingdom in hopes that they might corrupt the human king, but things had fallen upon before they’d been able to make it to the man. So instead, they’d become embroiled in a war with the humans, a fight over a man who no longer truly existed.

In the years between the time that Zelth had become a Dracion, some of his memories of humanity had returned, he’d remembered who he had been... what he’d stood for, but such things were beyond his caring now. He was now a loyal servant to the king, and for that he was eternally grateful, he’d enjoyed the benefits of it greatly. His eyes flicked to the rings that sparkled on his finger, felt the familiar weight of the rings that hung from his nipples, all of them imbued with the power of their god. “Good Sir Wynston, we are here to share parts of our religion with you, and we hope to learn of yoursss as well,” Ellyth lied, his head bowed heavily as he laid his weapons on the ground before himself.

Though he would prefer not to, Zelth did likewise, taking a sword from his hip as well and laying it before himself. They’d taken to wearing weaponry during the war with the humans, as their own claws were good, though it certainly posed a risk not to have the metal works as well. That, in tandem with their magics, had thankfully minimized deaths during the war... though Zelth could never quite shake the guilt that came with his own part in the battle. Now though, they had an opportunity to settle things for good, though before they could deal with the good King Horace, they would have to deal with his most powerful of forces.

Wynston didn’t look convinced, he’d been at the forefront of the forces that had attacked the Dracions, though Zelth also knew the man to have always believed there was good in all creatures. He himself had told Horace to send Leyn, recommending him as an offer of goodwill... clearly his beliefs had been shaken during the war, especially with how coldly he looked upon them. “You are the leader of the holy knights, how do you know I would not take you prisoner?” Sir Wynston growled, his booming voice ringing through the room.

“As you yourself have said, good Sir knight, we have signed a truce to end our war, please do us the honor of housing us but for a few days. We wish to learn about your god, you clearly have obtained your holy powers from some higher power. There may be truth to your words, truth that we have not seen yet, do you not desire to spread your teachings to others who might benefit from that power you worship?” Ellyth was laying in on a little thick in Zelth’s opinion, not that he would say it, he knew first hand that the human’s god was nothing in comparison to their king, he felt a quiver of power ripple through him at that thought.

There was a whisper amongst the paladins that stood on the staircase before them, their egos had been stroked by a Dracion saying something so blasphemous to their people themselves. One of the paladins, someone Zelth didn’t recognize, whispered into Wynston’s ear for a few moments. Wynston thought over their words, both Dracions holding still as they waited for the human’s response. “Very well,” Wynston said, his words cold and clipped, “you may stay here for three nights. During that time, we will provide you with texts on our religion as well as show you to some of our holy places. Though, your room will be guarded at night, I trust this will be agreeable?”

For a moment Ellyth didn’t respond, whether he was seething at the idea of them being locked up in their rooms for the night, or if he was celebrating their entry into the paladin’s homestead. “That is indeed agreeable, Sir Wynston, thank you for your generosity,” the Holy knight said, bowing deeply as his forehead touched the floor, Zelth followed suit, his horns slightly scraping against the floor.

For a moment the leader of the paladins didn’t respond, he was likely still very unhappy with this outcome, but Zelth knew that once Wynston had made a promise he would not turn his back on it. “It is my pleasure, Sir Ellyth, you may raise yourselves to your feet. One of my men shall lead you to a room that you can take your personal belongings to, we shall dine in two hours’ time, until then you can make yourselves at home. We will start your education on our religion in the morning,” Sir Winston said, and then he was off towards a great door, one that Zelth remembered would lead to the captain’s quarters.

One of the paladins, a tall and sturdy looking man, his handsome features looking wary about the two as he approached. “Hello, my name is Sir Verith.” Zelth had to hide his own surprised reaction as a memory snapped into place, he knew this man... he’d once been close friends with him, they’d shared many meals together and had even gone through training together. Verith looked older, the five years of struggle and war hadn’t been too kind to his old friend, Zelth could see new scars on his old friend’s face and even the corner of one where his plate started.

“Hello, Sir Knight, are you here to lead us to our room?” Ellyth asked, bowing slightly as Zelth continued to look at his old friend. The Dracion’s tongue flicked out curiously as he watched his old friend, a sense of excitement coursing through him as he looked the man up and down. He was still built strong, although not as buff as a Dracion, Zelth felt a thrill as he imagined what Verith might look like with scales and horns.

The man’s hand lingered on the hilt of his sword, likely still wary around Dracions, not that Zelth himself blamed the man. The war had been rough on both sides, though the humans certainly lost more people than the reptilian men. “Yes,” he said tersely, gesturing for them to follow him, “you’ll be roomed together,” he explained succinctly.

“That isss fine,” Ellyth said, “we Dracions enjoy each other’s company quite a bit, it would be hard to be ssseperated in a strange new place.” Zelth nodded in agreement, imagining what it might be like to be separated from the other male for too long. He’d grown used to having sex every night with others of his kind, Dracions were amorous by nature, even now he could feel the desire to fuck swelling within.

Whatever Verith thought of that, he didn’t respond as he brought them down one of the hallways and opened the door to reveal a fairly small room. Paladins didn’t believe in anyone having large rooms, even Sir Wynston had a rather small living quarter, he only had a large room to be used for official meetings. The room had only one bed, and that almost caused Zelth to laugh as he wondered what Verith must be thinking about how they might arrange their sleeping habits. “You have a ssscuff on your breastplate,” he said, the first words he’d spoken since entering the stronghold with his captain.

Verith looked down and blushed as he saw that there was indeed a scuff on his metal, he scowled at the Dracion as he absently wiped at it. “I’ll be back to fetch you in two hours,” he said tersely, and then he was off. Zelth watched after him as he walked away, two lower ranking paladins in less ornamental armor approached to take their guard positions. Zelth met eyes with each of them, his tongue flicking out briefly to taste the air, both men were nervous of them.

“Zelth,” Ellyth beckoned him, and though Zelth enjoyed their nervous expressions he turned and followed his captain into the room before shutting the door after themselves. There was no lock on the door, but with a wave of his hand Ellyth put a magical lock on the door to make sure they would be the only ones capable of opening it. “Magnificent,” the captain said, grinning wide as he started to strip the clothing and toss it aside, Zelth following suit with a sigh of relief. They eyed one another hungrily, looking at their fully bared bodies, their cocks starting to harden as they imagined getting to work with each other... but first, they had things to do.

They had brought a chest in with them, the humans had searched through it, but had only found all of the different pieces of jewelry within along with some other ornamental pieces. Tracing a mark on the lid of it, Zelth channeled some of his magic to reveal the second portion of the chest, one hidden away by the king himself. When they opened the chest, it revealed a small golden statue, a recreation of the king, a jewel had been set into the chest of the piece that glowed a lustrous red color. “Set him in the light,” Ellyth commanded, though Zelth had already known that, he still followed the command obediently.

Setting the golden statue in the light let in by the small barred window of the room, the magic within it started to work, the red jewel starting to shimmer and glow with an ethereal power. “One more thing,” Zelth said, slicing his claw through the air, he created an illusion about the statue to guard it from human eyes. Ellyth and Zelth’s Dracion eyes could make it out perfectly, the nude model of their king glorious and quite visible, but no human would be able to see it. “Perfect,” Zelth said, stepping back and bumping into the muscled chest of his superior officer.

The Dracion grinned as he felt the manhood of the leader of the holy knights press up against his rear, his own cock sliding its way from his slit as they let out deep growls. “The guards,” Zelth said, though he could hardly think about them as he felt the desire to fuck growing by the moment.

“I’ve already laid magics on the door, they’ll hear nothing,” Ellyth purred, and that was the end of the conversation as he wrapped his arms around Zelth’s chest and they tumbled onto their small bed. It creaked ominously under their weight as they started to frot, Zelth getting on all fours and hissing in pleasure as he felt his superior officer starting to fuck him. This was part of the spell, they needed to spill seed in the holy building, and the statue’s magic would start to corrupt the entire temple... and Zelth had already had his own first target in mind. Of course, the captain would target Sir Wynston... but Zelth had his pick of the litter.

***

By the next morning, the spell was fully working, its corruptive influence seeping through the building, though none of the humans were aware. Just to make sure the spell really took hold, Ellyth and Zelth fucked several times throughout the first time, three times before dinner, and three more after... though at least a couple of those times had purely been for pleasure. They had enjoyed the sight of one another naked, bodies decorated in jewelry, whispering praises to their own deity... their beloved king.

Zelth’s ass was sore, he stank of his superior officer’s cum, and he resented having to slip his jewelry off of his cock as he got ready for the day’s work. They had spells to clean up, but he wanted to enjoy himself as long as he could, clutched in the arms of Ellyth. “We shall sssoon have to get up,” Ellyth purred, his shaft still deep inside of Zelth, both of their bodies slick with sweat.

“Soon, but not now,” Zelth purred, pressing up against his commanding officer, staring off in the distance as he imagined what was to be done next. The statue would first weaken the presence of the paladin’s god, and then it would make them all more susceptible to the Dracions’ influence. That, along with the magical trinkets they’d brought would make them all into Dracions themselves, and once the paladin’s stronghold was rededicated to the king, they would make plans to infiltrate the kingdom of the humans. It was only one, but taking over one would be the first step to turning more and more humans, it was a matter of time.

There was a knock on the door, faint through the magical protections on it, but loud enough for them both to hear. “It is time to rise, lizards, we shall break our fast and start the day’s education.” It was Verith’s voice, and Zelth couldn’t help but laugh as he knew that both he and his captain had already “risen” for the morning... but that earned him a playful slap from his superior.

“Let us clean ourselves and set to the day's work,” Ellyth said, and they did so, using a small amount of magic to clean their bodies and redonning their clothing. Though neither seemed particularly pleased with the work, they also slipped extra pieces of jewelry into pockets sewn into their clothing.

Upon leaving the room, both of them started the day off with dining with the humans as they had the previous night, listening as the paladins gave their thanks to their god. Ellyth and Zelth offered up prayers to the king as well, though quietly to themselves, feeling the power of their deity close thanks to the statue. The breakfast was a little tense, the humans still uncomfortable with the scaled and practically nude creatures in their midst, but they held their tongues as they’d been instructed by Wynston.

The day moved along, Verith apparently having been chosen to be their guide and educator for their visit. He clearly didn’t seem comfortable with the job, but as any good paladin he took the job seriously despite the ones who he’d had to teach. So he did so, giving explanations of their religion to the pair, though Zelth didn’t have to listen to remember these explanations. He’d heard enough of them as Leyn, and the words meant practically nothing to him now, instead he continued to watch the paladin as he reached into a pocket and slipped a ring into his hand.

“Educator Verith, might I give you a gift?” He asked this in a lull of their education, when Verith was reading over a passage in a scroll, likely reminding himself of some of the drier parts of their teachings. Ellyth himself had managed to slip away, insisting to have a conversation with Wynston, and though Verith had seemed uncomfortable he’d managed to get Wynston to come in and take Ellyth to another room. During the night they’d both explained to each other their marks, Wynston had been a clear mark from the beginning, while Zelth had explained who Verith had been to him prior to his change.

Verith looked a little surprised at the offer before looking a bit guarded, he as all paladins within the building were supposed to not accept gifts, after all they were supposed to live with only the bare necessities of life. “I’m sorry, but as a paladin I-”

“It would be an insult to Dracion culture if you were to refusssse,” Zelth said, cutting off his old friend with a severe look, “I do not mean to be rude, as you are my host, but it isss only right and proper to offer you a gift. It is a mere trinket, you need not even wear it, but please accept it.” He offered the ring, a piece with a red gem set into it, it was small enough to seem innocuous, but it had magic woven into it just as all of the trinkets did.

For a long moment Verith mulled over the words, he set the scroll down and looked over the piece in Zelth’s hand, he let out a sigh after a moment and held out his hand. “Very well, I suppose if it is such a small thing, it would not hurt to accept. Thank you for your gift,” he said, taking the ring and slipping it into his pocket. Though it didn’t matter where it was on his body, as long as it was on Verith’s person, the corruptive magic would radiate into him. That thought caused Zelth’s toes to curl, a smile forming on his muzzle as he leaned back in his seat.

“Thank you, sssir Paladin, you may continue your lesson.” Verith gave him a strange look before shaking his head and picking the scroll up again, continuing his fairly dry lesson. Zelth tuned out as Verith explained parts of their religion to the Dracion, his mind turned to the statue within his room, radiating more and more of their god’s influence. He wondered how the weaker minded paladins would fare, those stronger ones wouldn’t succumb as easily... but it would only be a matter of time before one of the weaker willed ones started day dreaming lewd thoughts, their dreams at night being infected with images of male drakes, and even becoming so depraved as to touch themselves.

He noticed one of the younger paladins walking through the room, probably somewhere in the vicinity of nineteen or eighteen, face covered with a light brushing of facial hair. Zelth’s eyes met with the paladin’s, and for a brief moment he saw a flush spread across the young man’s face before he averted his eyes. The statue was working already, they might not know it, but their god’s power was nothing in the face of the Dracion’s king. So he refocused on Verith, absently playing with one of the rings on his hands, wondering how long it would take for a stronger paladin to fall.

***

The day went by, lunch and dinner were both tense affairs as was breakfast that morning, but there was something else in the air. Confusion was written on the face of some of the paladins, they didn’t seem as angry as they’d been before, now they seemed... curious about the Dracions. Zelth indulged in their stares, them looking at his scaled form, at the various pieces of jewelry adorning his body. Each piece on his body was just as enchanted as the one he’d handed over to Verith , their tainted energy suffused him, making sure the holy power wouldn’t attempt to turn him back. Of course, the king’s power wouldn’t allow some distant god to transform him back into a human... but protections were not a bad thing.

Ellyth hadn’t had an opportunity to tell Zelth about his own interactions with Sir Wynston yet, but the younger drake had in fact noticed a new necklace hanging from the captain’s neck. The captain of the guard himself seemed a little off somehow, he reacted to comments from his men a little slower than he might have before, and occasionally his fingers would reach up to stroke the golden chain. If anyone asked him about it, Wynston would snap at them to mind themselves. Zelth’s captain seemed very pleased with himself, his eyes glinting with pride as he stared upon the paladin leader.

From what Zelth had been told, the king had entrusted Ellyth with especially powerful trinkets, ones specifically blessed by his holy highness himself. Zelth hadn’t seen them as Ellyth had them secreted away upon himself, but Zelth could only imagine that the necklace was one of those pieces. Even from his place down the table, he could see the magic dancing within the green gem of the necklace, its power intense and yet unseeable to the humans.

Verith himself throughout the day had drawn the ring out a couple of times to look over, he never put it on his finger, but he let it lay in his palm and he would look at it from different angles. The paladin wasn’t as overly obsessed with his piece as Wynston, but it was clear that the influence was starting to take effect, slowly but surely. “How was your training today?” Wynston asked during the middle of dinner, the first words he’d spoken to Zelth specifically.

The Dracion grinned, sitting up as he leaned towards the paladin captain. “It was quite illuminating, your god’s workings seem quite marvelous indeed... though I’ll admit I’m still a bit skeptical, if your god isss so great, why does he not step from the heavens to the land below? Our deity-” he was cut off by a hand from Ellyth, this was a practiced conversation, they’d prepared it to see how the paladins would react.

“Zelth, we have spoken about thisss, we will only mention our god if questioned about it,” his fellow Dracion said, a false scowl upon his muzzle. Zelth dipped his head in false shame, nodding in agreement before returning to his food.

For a little while there was an awkward silence before one of the men at the table spoke up, the one Zelth had seen in the library. “W... what were you going to say... about your god?”

Zelth looked up and met eyes with Ellyth, cocking his head for permission, and with a nod from his captain he looked to the paladin. “Our deity himself resides upon this plane, he has taken physical form, he has gifted us with our magics.”

“Lies!” Verith said, standing up from his place at the table, his eyes flaring angrily as he glared down at Zelth. “Gods do not take physical form, to do so is sacrilege, it was an accord made amongst the gods millenia ago. Your deity is false, and your magic is mere-” This time, Verith was cut off by a hard look from Wynston.

“I’m very sorry for his outburst,” Sir Wynston said, bowing his head in acknowledgement to the Dracions. This fact alone caused Zelth to smirk to himself, the fact that the captain of the paladins was apologizing to them... The necklace must be far stronger than he’d anticipated to have already affected the captain so much.

“It is no problem, sir, I think we shall take our leave to our room for the night, though. We do not want to cause strife amongst your men,” Ellyth said, Zelth rising in time with his captain as they both bowed respectfully before heading towards their room. Behind them, the guards assigned to them leapt to their feet and started following behind, but neither of them turned to look and see how the paladins were reacting. The spell was working, it would take more time than just one day, but already the seeds of doubt were sewn.

***

By the next morning, the gem within the statue effigy of their king was glowing brighter, its power increasing as the power of the human’s god waned. Ellyth and Zelth could feel it resonating in them, empowering their own magics, causing their libidos to spike. By the time they were summoned to breakfast, both of them had fucked several times, causing the sheets underneath them to be stained in their fluids. The humans would’ve been repulsed, but the Dracions relished in it, the carnal act of fucking was a part of them.

The pair forgoed their vests, this time only wearing the loincloths, bearing their nipple rings to the world as they strolled out of their room. The guards gave them confused looks, but markedly didn’t respond to the strange undress as they followed their charges once more. Zelth had mentioned putting on his favorite harness as a test, but Ellyth had shot that idea down almost immediately. The corruption was setting in, but if they went too far the humans might react badly, so they’d settled on a middle ground.

As they arrived in the hall, there was a notable more cheery atmosphere, the paladins not immediately glaring at them as they walked in. Zelth’s keen eye noted some of the paladins in a bit more lax wear, they weren’t wearing full sets of armor, and one of them had even forgotten his sword. The fact that Wynston hadn’t called him out on it was a sign of the magic, the captain seemed a little dazed, his hair looking a bit mussed by comparison to his normally very clean appearance. “Captain, might I accompany you for the day?” Ellyth asked, the question rather forward and causing a few of the stronger willed paladins to bristle.

“Oh?” Sir Wynston asked, looking over to see that it was Ellyth before nodding absently, “Oh... yes, you may, Sir Ellyth,” he said, still nodding as he shoveled some food into his mouth. The necklace was still about his neck, glistening in the light of the morning, the green gem glimmering a little more brightly than it had the day prior.

After eating, Verith led Zelth to one of the back rooms of the stronghold, leading the Dracion into one of the reliquaries, notably not the one that contained the truly powerful magic items of the paladin order. He launched into a dry explanation of each of the objects, walking around and gesturing towards the old artifacts, but Zelth was immediately bored of this. He’d seen each of the pieces, he could tell at a glance that not a single piece of them held any iota of magic, they were all junk. “Do you not bore of this?” he asked, cutting off Verith as he leaned in to gaze at an old helmet.

Verith was watching Zelth, the Dracion could feel his gaze, he could sense the confusion of the man. “What do you mean?” the man asked warily, though Zelth had noticed on their way that there was a ring sitting upon one of his fingers.

“These old objects, they hold no real value, they have no real power to them,” Zelth said frankly, standing up straight to loom over the human. “My people, all of our objects hold power in them, things with no true essence have no value to them.” He picked up one of the helmets, looking it over with a bored expression. “This helmet will bend and break as easily as any normal helmet, does that fact not disgust you? To worship something that holds no practical worth, it’s repugnant.”

“How... how dare you,” Verith hissed, and Zelth turned his gaze to look upon the reddened expression of the human. “These are our holy objects, they have been blessed by-”

“These are not blessed,” Zelth said sharply, “these are worthless.” He threw the “relic” to the ground and stomped on it, and just as he’d said the helmet bent under his scaled foot. Verith stared in stunned silence, his mouth opening and closing in slow horror. “Worthless,” Zelth repeated, and then he turned to walk out of the room.

Verith followed soon after, silent, stunned, not saying a word for a while before he finally spoke up. “No... they’re not all worthless... there are... there are other relics.” Clearly he’d been shaken by the open abuse of something he’d considered a relic, but he hadn’t blown up like he might have just a day prior, instead he seemed sullen and hurt.

“Oh?” Zelth asked, glancing over his shoulder in mock curiosity, he knew the relics Verith referred to, he himself had been the one to show Verith when his friend had gotten to the appropriate rank. “Where would those be? I saw nothing but fools gold in that room,” he said with a dismissive wave.

So the pair walked off into the true secret parts of the paladins’ stronghold, those that the acolytes knew nothing about, and the older paladins kept as a dear secret. The fact that Verith was willing to show Zelth showed the Dracion how the corruption was starting to affect his friend, between the ring and the statue... Verith was starting to slip. Verith was playing with the room, slipping it around his finger nervously, he probably didn’t even know he was doing it. They came to a door, sealed with several magics, he waved his hand and the magics dispersed to allow the pair in.

Within were several objects of great magical significance, lances with holy markings etched into them, shields with the ability to protect against magical spells, and a holy icon that had been constructed to dispel corruption. “Amazing...” Zelth breathed, his amazement was true for once, he’d not seen these relics in the same way with his human eyes. Before, they’d just been objects that he was told were magical, but with his new Dracion eyes he could see the holy power radiating off of them. None were quite as important though as that holy icon, he’d known about it before they’d come here, and it was the one final part of the mission he’d been assigned to deal with.

Verith started walking around the room, obviously pleased that he’d been able to show his visit something of true worth. But while the paladin was distracted with his explanation of each of the objects, Zelth stepped over to the holy icon, a golden piece of art with a powerful aura about it. The Dracion slipped a small cage out of his loincloth’s pouch, and he slipped the icon right into it before secreting it back into his loincloth. He moved fast enough that Verith didn’t see it, and it was replaced moments later by a near identical replica. The moment the icon was sealed within the cage, any remaining protection against the statue’s corruption would start to crumble.

While they walked around the room, Verith suddenly looked a little lost, his expression growing a bit vague as he stumbled. “Are you alright?” Zelth asked, leaning over to help the paladin stand up straighter. As he did so, the Dracion slipped a bracelet onto Verith’s wrist, tightening it there as Verith stood straighter.

“I... yes... that was... odd,” Verith grunted, rubbing his head as he shook away the sudden wave of confusion. “My apologies... Please, let us continue.” He was so confused that he didn’t notice the new bracelet that circled his wrist, golden, a twin to one that Zelth himself wore on his wrist alongside his bracers.

Zelth himself found himself a bit uncomfortable as the cage radiated in his loincloth’s pouch, it simmered with the angry energy of the god it belonged to. The cage had been constructed to contain its purifying essence, but that didn’t mean it would go away quietly. The Dracion couldn’t wait to discard the cage as he found it very uncomfortable to be around, but he was pleased to see how the effect it had on all of the paladins. Without the icon’s purifying essence, all of them seemed more vague, less aware of the corruption spreading through the building... and the Dracions were reveling.

That night for dinner, Zelth could see all of the paladins seemed far more relaxed now, their eyes were a bit more distant, and there was the faint scent of lust in the air. The paladins gave each other questioning looks, the emotions in the room were mixed, but none of them seemed to be angry with either of the Dracions any longer. Notably, Sir Wynston and Ellyth were late to dinner that night, Zelth giving his commanding officer a questioning look. The older Dracion just smiled though, he whispered to Zelth to ask later, but he did notice that the captain of the paladins seemed just a bit larger today. His armor seemed a little less well put together, and his eyes seemed... different. The Dracion could see the beginning hints of the changes in the captain, clearly the magic was working well on Wynston.

That night, Ellyth explained that he had felt the moment the magical protection had disappeared, and he’d taken a chance. Wynston had been weakening at an amazing rate, his normally strong fortitude failing him with the corruptive presence of the necklace. Once the icon had been sealed away, Ellyth had taken a chance and had offered a very special gift to the captain... a special cockring. Any sane human would have turned it down, but the corrupted captain had found the idea interesting and amusing, so he’d accepted the offer.

“He’ll be in our claws within the next day, that ring will destroy any remaining protections he has,” Ellyth purred, sliding a scaled hand over Zelth’s ass, “by the time I left his room I could feel hisss eyes on me. He didn’t expect such a forward attack on his mind, I’m sure. Our king made the captain’sss pieces of jewelry personally, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Truly deviousss,” Zelth purred, grinning as he kissed his commanding officer deeply, the pair rolling about in their bed as they enjoyed each other. On the window sill, the red of the jewel was nearly blinding when it was looked at, but both gloried in its corrupting light. They could no longer feel the presence of the human’s god any longer, all they could feel was their king’s power and they knew the humans weren’t prepared for it.

***

The guards weren’t waiting outside of the room when the pair of Dracions left, Verith instead was waiting outside of the room after knocking. Both of the Dracions had opted to wear their loincloths again, but primarily just to hold their trinkets, they had a feeling that the paladins would be more open to their gifts now. “Good morning,” Verith said, looking at Zelth before flushing and turning his gaze away, “Ellyth, the captain has requested your presence in his bedroom for a private meeting this morning.”

“I would be delighted,” Ellyth purred, his eyes narrowing as Zelth could scent lust pouring off of him. “Zelth, will you be alright alone for breakfast thisss morning?”

“I will be fine, sir,” Zelth said, smiling as he looked at Verith, “I have my trusty paladin with me, after all.” Though Verith’s face was turned away, Zelth could see the man’s face burn a deep red color. “Enjoy yourself, captain,” he said, watching as Ellyth walked away, his tail slowly curling back and forth eagerly. “Shall we go, Verith?” he asked, turning to see that the human was already walking away at speed.

Chuckling to himself, Zelth strolled after the paladin, a feeling of predatory delight pouring through him. He no longer felt like he was in a dangerous place any longer, he now felt like he owned this place, the humans’ god had no more hold on this place, and the foolish paladins didn’t even notice. They felt power, so they’d neglected to check who that power belonged to, so they were being washed in the tainted energy of the Dracions’ own deity. The dining chamber was notably empty, there were a few of the older paladins within eating, but none of them wore their armor.

Zelth took a seat, languishing as he looked at the dazed paladins, breathing in the scents of the room. They all smelled of seed, they’d masturbated, and were all too ashamed to let one another know. “What a lovely morning, wouldn’t you all sssay?” Zelth asked loudly, grinning as he saw all of the men flinch.

Verith himself looked like he was more well put together than the others, but Zelth could sense that it was a facade. The bracelet was still on his wrist, and his muscles had notably swelled since the last time the Dracion had seen him. He was struggling, he was on the edge, and Zelth could feel it wouldn’t take too much to push him over the edge. “Verith,” Zelth said, grabbing the paladin’s attention, “could we have a word in my room? I have something to show you, if you don’t mind.”

The paladin’s face went through a series of expressions, confusion, concern, worry, and then the slightest hint of excitement. “Yes... I... suppose,” he said, glancing away as he ate another bite of his food. Some of the other paladins looked almost envious, they were stealing glances at the Dracion, they were all ensnared whether they wanted to admit it or not.

Standing up, Zelth took a handful of rings and bracelets from his loincloth’s pouch and distributed them on the table. “Please, my good paladins, these are gifts from my kingdom to yours. Please help yourself, distribute them to the others if you feel ssso inclined,” he said, smiling broadly before he started towards his room with Verith in tow. He noticed Verith looking at the rings with a lost expression of longing, and he had to stifle a laugh as the other paladins practically pounced on the jewelry. The magic there called to their addled senses, they wouldn’t take long to break.

Opening the door, Zelth felt the blaze of the statue’s magic upon his body, he stood in the doorway for a moment basking in it before stepping inside. Verith followed him in, dazed, confused, he didn’t seem to notice the statue as he stood in the doorframe, unsure of what to do. “Please, come in, and clossse the door after yourself,” Zelth beckoned, smiling as he watched the paladin follow his command.

“Zelth, something strange... I don’t feel right,” the paladin said, his words almost drunken, it was clear he was being affected by the statue’s magic. “Did you do something to me?” he asked, surprising the Dracion with the question.

The Dracion didn’t panic though, instead he slipped a claw through the band of his loincloth, dropping it to the floor with the jangle of the trinkets still within. “What makes you think that?” he asked, evasive, watching as Verith turned around to witness him, completely naked now.

Verith looked at him up and down, his face one of confusion... but not immediate rejection. “Since you’ve come here, you and Ellyth, I feel like something is wrong... I’ve been trying to pray on it, but there have been no clear answers. I think something is blocking my connection to...” He stopped as Zelth approached him, drawing a claw down the front of his tunic slowly, careful not to cut him... slicing through the fabric and revealing his well-built frame, his nipples hard in the cool stone room, his powerful abs. “What are you doing?”

“Have you noticed that you’ve been growing larger?” Zelth asked, running a hand over the human’s soft flesh, smiling as he watched Verith shiver at the touch, “Your muscles are getting bigger, you’ve been feeling bigger... more sssexy?” he inquired.

Looking down into the paladin’s eyes, he could see it there now, the human’s eyes were misshapen, they were starting to turn into Draconic slits. “Yes...” Verith whispered, his cheeks burning red, Zelth thought he might miss that once he became a Dracion.

“I can make you stronger ssstill,” Zelth said, kneeling to pick up a few pieces of jewelry, grabbing Verith’s hand and slipping a ring onto another one of his fingers. He expected some resistance, but Verith’s body remained soft... Well, all save for his trousers. Zelth could smell it before he could see it, the human was getting turned on, and the paladin’s struggle was failing in the direct light of his god’s power.

Blinking a few times, Verith tried to muster up some fight, stepping back, though he didn’t pull too hard when Zelth started to pull him back. “No, this isn’t right, you... you’re corrupting us. I’ve seen the others, they’re acting strange... I think... I think the guards outside went into the supply closet to... f... fuck,” he said, his cheeks flaming red as Zelth ran his hand over Verith’s chest. His red scales contrasted against the pale flesh of the human, but he knew it wouldn’t be like that for too much longer.

“Sometimes I try to remember what it wasss like having human flesh,” Zelth said absently, a small smile on his muzzle as he pinched Verith’s nipple lightly. The human let out a small gasp, almost a moan, but he managed to bite it off. “It’s so soft... so easssy to manipulate,” he chuckled, pressing a piece of gold up against it and piercing it through the flesh.

Verith gasped and writhed under the touch, his pained yelp turning into a moan as Zelth piched the other nipple. “Assss I said, so easy to manipulate,” Zelth hissed, grinning as he pierced the other nipple, watching as Verith writhed in pleasure. The new pressure on his nipples probably felt great, especially as the magic within infected him further. Now he could see the changes in motion, Verith’s pecs starting to swell larger, his abs becoming larger, his skin starting to show signs of something else... the king’s magic working on him, starting the transformation.

“Please, I don’t... I’m a paladin... I can’t submit...” Verith whimpered, though somewhere in his eyes he was begging Zelth to continue, to corrupt him, to turn him into something more. Perhaps that was Zelth’s own experience talking, but he didn’t mind either way as he latched another bracelet onto Verith’s arm.

“So wasss I, Verith, I was once your brother in fact,” Zelth said, enjoying the look of shock on his old friend’s face, “I had an old name, I once had a different face... but now, I am a reflection of my god.” He started to slide down Verith’s trousers, watching as the human struggled with himself, unable to do anything as his cock slipped out, he was so hard it looked like it might hurt. “Deliciousss,” Zelth said, kneeling before the human as his tongue danced over the sensitive flesh.

Verith gasped for air, his mind under siege, his skin starting to transform before Zelth’s very own eyes. Hair sloughed away, follicle by follicle, scales started to appear, a steely gray color that the Dracion found quite appealing. “You... you were...”

“That name isn’t important anymore,” Zelth said, grinning wide as he slipped a golden ring around the other man’s cock, watching as it started to subtly grow larger, the flesh darkening. “We Dracions are reborn under the power of our god, we are reshaped and remade to be stronger in all waysss... and sexier as well,” he growled.

“Sexy... so... so sexy...” Verith moaned, his eyes distant... no, they were focused somewhere, they were gazing upon the statue. Zelth wondered if he could even see it yet, the red light bathing the human, reshaping him in its light. “I can see him, Zelth, I can... I can feel him,” he moaned, his cock swelling, his balls swelling as a new slit started to appear underneath. “I know what you mean now, he isss... glorious...” The man’s tongue forked out, thinner, more serpentine.

Standing up, Zelth embraced his old friend as he felt him growing stronger, his muscles still swelling, his height increasing... growing taller than even Zelth. He’d always been a big human, but now he was becoming a massive Dracion. “You will see the light asss I have, my old friend,” Zelth growled. A pair of new horns sprouted from his head as the last of his hair slid away leaving his head polished and gleaming in the light of the statue, his eyes narrowing into proper Dracion slits.

“Yesss,” the changing man hissed, his face becoming a Dracion muzzle, his dark grey scales gleaming in the light of the statue. “He is glorious, much better, much brighter than the god of man.” His voice was deeper as well, with every passing second he was looking less and less like the human he’d once been. His nipples had darkened along with his new steely scales, contrasting pleasantly with the new golden nipple rings. His arms and legs rippled with new muscle, massive biceps that Zelth wanted to wrap him up in.

Gazing into that light once more, the new Dracion seemed to look at the statue for the first time past the glowing gem. “He isss... magnificent, I can now see his glory,” he purred, running his hands down his scaled body. He turned his gaze to look at the accessories on his body, the rings, the bracelets, and the rings circling his large shaft. “Oh, I think I could get used to thisss,” he hissed, his tongue far more like that of a proper Dracion. His eyes then turned to Zelth, his muzzle pulling up into a lewd smile. “I also think I could get used to seeing you naked all the time, it isss glorious to be bare... I see that now.”

“I think I’ll enjoy seeing thisss sight as well,” Zelth purred, his cock rigid as he looked up into his old friend’s new eyes. “I’ve been imagining what our king would shape you into, and I have to say that I like the new look.” The new dracion chuckled, stepping forward as his arms wrapped possessively around Zelth as a new lust appeared in his eyes.

“How do you handle all of this... energy?” he asked, his gray scales pressed up against Zelth’s red, the pair’s erections bumping up against one another.

“Well, usually we jusssst fuck,” Zelth chuckled, grinning wide as his friend threw him onto the stained bed. He was a little surprised by how desperate the new Dracion really was, he yelped as he felt the shaft slip into him and out, a quick motion, one begging for release.

“I can hear him...” the new Dracion growled, his voice heavy with lust, lost in the activity of fucking. “He’s calling me... he’sss naming me... I am... Gavrish, proud Dracion soldier!” he then bit into Zelth’s neck causing the other lizard to hiss with pleasure, it was hard enough to hurt, but it was a lover’s bite. Zelth hissed as he felt the other male’s thrusting grow stronger, Gavrish learning how to use his new muscles, and he was putting them to good work as he filled up the other male with his large manhood.

The pair growled and groaned, thrusting and moaning as they thrashed on the bed. Zelth vaguely realized that he hadn’t cast a spell on the door to silence their sounds... but at that moment it didn’t seem so important, he just let out deep carnal growls as he was fucked by the new Dracion. Zelth wasn’t too shocked when the bed underneath them finally went out, the wood crashing to the ground, but that didn’t discourage the pair. In fact, it seemed to make Gavrish go feral with pleasure as he grabbed Zelth closer and started hammering into his rear.

Zelth was thoroughly sore by the time Gavrish finally came inside of him, though Zelth wasn’t going to allow his old friend to have all the fun. After he was filled with the other Dracion’s seed, he managed to pull away, groaning slightly as he readjusted himself. “That... that wasss... amazing,” Gavrish hissed, his eyes narrow slits as he indulged in his first afterglow.

“You’re not... getting away... without me getting some pleasssure,” Zelth grinned, and Gavrish didn’t get an opportunity to pull away as the red drake jumped on top of him. Though Zelth wasn’t quite as large as the other dragon, he still had an impressive amount of strength as he lined himself up with the other Dracion’s rear. It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into Gavrish’s virgin ass, the drake’s ass tight from disuse.

“Oh... yessss!” Gavrish roared, hissing as he felt the pleasure of being fucked for the first time, enraptured by the sensation. Zelth held tight onto his partner’s tail, growling deeply as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper. He thought that he faintly heard the door open, a man’s gasp at the door, but he didn’t bother to acknowledge it. Those who’d caught sight of him had been soaked in the light of the statue’s magic, it was only a matter of time before they too were turned. That thought sent him over the edge, a roar escaping him as he came inside of the gray scaled Dracion, both of them soon panting in a pile on the broken bed as the door hung ajar.

Down the hallway from the doorway, the pair of guards were in the process of changing, scales forming on their bodies as their muzzles were interlocked. They’d been stunned and horrified for a moment, but they’d already been worn down by the corruption by standing outside of the doors. In the direct light, their bodies started to grow and their libidos were reignited, and they were desperate to fill each other once more. They let out feral snarls as their minds were engulfed in the light of their new god, unable to resist the primal rutting they were driven to.

Across the stronghold within the captain’s quarters, the captain had already been converted by the powerful artifacts he’d been presented with. Wynston had been transformed into a massive muscled green dragon, large enough that he had two sets of horns, his mind awash with lust. He had heard the king’s voice, heard his commandments, and he was unable to fight them off as they filled his head. He had masturbated several times through the night, filled with a tireless energy. When the morning had come and he’d heard Verith’s knock, he’d commanded the paladin to bring Ellyth to him, knowing that his fellow Dracion would be able to help him satiate his new lusts.

Ellyth didn’t disappoint, though he’d looked rather shocked by the sheer size of the other drake, still that didn’t stop him from participating. Wynston had become Barlemet, a powerful Dracion now bestowed with his own rank in the holy knights. Equal to Ellyth, the pair fucked throughout the day, their roars causing anyone dumb enough to approach to run away out of fear. The now corrupted captain of paladins felt his mind being filled with new commands, he was to help turn the fortress into a temple of devotion for the Dracion god. He would of course oblige, he could see no other option... aside from the fact that he would have to make sure all of the other paladins were bathed in their new god’s light.

***

By the time that Zelth and Ellyth left the paladin’s headquarters, there wasn’t a single human left inside, they would stay there in the meantime exchanging their old articles of faith for new ones. With some advising from Ellyth and Zelth, Barlemet had promoted Gavrish to being his personal lieutenant, the pair were devoutly devoted to their new king, both of them having been bathed in his power.

The drakes knew that this was the first step towards taking apart King Horace’s defenses, for the paladins had been their strongest defenses against the Dracions. Now that the paladins themselves worked for the Dracions, it was only a matter of time before they would be able to wage an attack upon the human kingdom. “The king shall be mossst pleased,” Ellyth purred, his tail wagging happily as Zelth stared over his shoulder towards the paladin’s headquarters. “Doubtsss?”

“No... I am jussst looking forward to spending time with an old friend, but for now we have to get back to hisss highness. I can be patient... but I will want to catch up more with my old friend later,” Zelth said, smiling to himself as he strode alongside his captain. There would be plenty of time to taste more of Gavrish, but in the meantime the ex-paladin would be enjoying all of the others within the building, instructing them on the gospel of their new god.