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The land was alight with chatter, everywhere both the peasants and royalty spoke, the mighty elves and the lower dwarves whispered, even the strong dragons listened to the chitters of the kobolds. A feast of great consequence was being held by one of the powerful lords of the land, while he may not have been the king, he definitely had some sway in the government of the land. He had sent out invitations to many influential lords of the land, to merchants, even to a few mythical creatures. Not all accepted his invite, but those who rejected tended to be creatures of the mythical variety, as any human that would dare disobey the lord's summons would likely receive a knife to the back by a well-paid assassin.

Lord Amadeus had decided that he was to become a powerful force in the land, spreading his wealth to pull together this great feast, hiring the well-known chefs of the world. He decorated an enormous hall, bought baubles and bits that would put a dragon's finest gems to shame, and brought in the most well-known singers of the land to laud his glory to the gathered people. Such an affair brought many eyes upon him, the king being one of the prominent viewers, he'd received an invite... and declined on the grounds that he must not show favoritism amongst the lords of his land, but that wasn't to say that he didn't decide to send someone to represent himself, and that someone being his very own son, Prince Tenor.

It was a spectacle to say the least, everyone found themselves growing concerned as the feast grew closer, many people said that such a feast would weaken their land as specific generals of the army had been invited by the lord, even powerful mages that the king himself had brought upon to help creature protective shields to protect the land. Rumors hovered between the common folk of the kingdom, rumors that spoke of Lord Amadeus planning to betray the king, others saying that he was a fat fool who was too delighted to show off his money to the people around the world, such an affair being of such great and audacious delight that no one would ever deny how powerful he was.

This information not only swept across the world, but across worlds, right into the hands of an extremely powerful rubber demon dragon, his black tail slowly waving as he gazed out his window at his world of servants and slaves. His eyes glowing blood red, but his expression cheerful enough to let any onlooker know that his eyes did not burn with rage, but interest. He'd been peering across worlds as of late, finding somewhere to influence with his powers soon enough, and just recently he'd come across such a world. It was a rather primitive world, having hardly learned how to handle swords and wield magic, such a place would usually never pick up his interest... but the pure showboating one human had was causing the dragon to chuckle with humor at how powerful he thought himself. "Lord Renzyl, I return!"

With a slow turn and a small flutter of his wings, Renzyl gazed upon his most loyal slave, a white rubber raptor by the name of Chrono, one of his most trusted slaves that he only gave the most important of missions. In this case he'd sent the raptor on a small exploration of the land he'd gazed upon, hoping to glean more information by having his raptor check into it with a keen eye. "How did your search turn out, Chronos?" he asked, his voice ringing through his room as his gleaming red eyes stuck to his servant.

Chronos bowed deeply before him, a delighted grin on his face revealing to his lord dragon how proud he was to have been selected for such a mission. "My sire, I've taken the time to look over the information. It turns out that the kitchens will be in full swing for hours before the feast starts, more than long enough to change them all!" he explained. The raptor's blue eyes sparkled with anticipation of his master's pride, the dragon smirking as he nodded, he'd already learned this information, but it was nice to have it authenticated by a firsthand view. "Sir... I did have a question," Chronos added.

Renzyl rose a brow, his smile dipping a bit as he bowed his head in acknowledgement, authorizing his slave to ask said question. "Why do you spend so much time looking up this world? While I do find it rather ridiculous that the humans think themselves so grand that they can showboat, do you not think that infecting a paltry group of humans will satisfy any specific cravings?" After asking his question Chronos bowed his head deep in an unspoken apology, obviously concerned that he might get punished... though his ass did clench up in anticipation of perhaps his master fucking him hard as he had before, though savagely as a form of punishment.

For a few moments his master did not move, the dragon's sharp features barely moving as he rubbed his chin, rubber squeaking on rubber as he turned to look outside his window at the brilliant purple skies. "Your question is a good one, Chronos. You see, I've been entertaining a thought as of late..." he started. Chronos nodded quickly, allowing for his master to continue on as he had the raptor's full attention. "While I control this land, I've been wanting to expand my reach into more worlds, which I've done in a plethora of ways. One thing that interests me though is to turn an entire world's population into one that will follow my commands as I see fit, a world that I might control from afar and watch as it progresses with little interaction on my part aside from having the rulers answer to me. Perhaps it's playing God in some ways... but who else to be a god aside from me?" he hissed.

Chronos' eyes glittered with amusement as he nodded, as ever his master's words sending shivers down his back and causing his cock to slide out with a squeak as it jumped to attention. "A wonderful idea, sir! When shall you leave?" he asked, hoping that they might have some time before he went to get personal.

His master turned, eyes glimmering with anticipation as a portal appeared before him, Chronos' hopes already being dashed as he could see Renzyl was ready for action already. "I'll be leaving now. I might take a little while, but I expect you on this bed by the time I get back, your question was good... but there'll be punishment for such behavior," he warned.

The raptor almost jumped in excitement as his master threatened punishment, his ass pulling tight as his cock shivered in anticipation. "Y... yes sir!" he answered. Renzyl chuckled and nodded before stepping into the portal, leaving his aide to jump onto bed, presenting his ass towards the end of the bed as he imagined what his master had in mind...

***

The kitchen was ablaze with activity, since the chefs had been called in they were all working around the clock, the days before the feast had been a mess as they all had to learn one another to work in some form of an orderly fashion. Quite frankly it was a huge bother, the lord Amadeus hadn't picked anyone to work in the kitchen as a chef but humans, while he'd invited elves and other mythical creatures it was common knowledge that the human cared nothing for the other races and merely wanted to keep up some form of appearance. The only other species creature that was working anywhere near the kitchen was a devoted slave to the prince himself, a dragonkin by the name of Sheyl, he'd apparently long shown his loyalty to the prince, and he was the only one who was going to be allowed to take food and deliver it to the young monarch which was only to be prepared by the head chef who happened to be one of the king's personal chefs as well.

Everyone in the enormous kitchen was working like mad to cook enough food in time, it was four in the afternoon, only two hours before the dinner officially started and it felt like there was no end in sight as they prepared dish after dish. Fish, meat, special dishes of all sorts were being prepared in the kitchen as the delegates who came to the feast were giving special demands for their foods, only willing to eat specific rare dishes that were a pain in the ass to make, but no one dared complain in the kitchens as long as they wanted to keep their heads, let alone their hands. The head chef who went by the name of Rokley Heather was a rotund man, his face chubby from years of testing his own food in the royal kitchens, while having a rather cheerful looking face proved to be a taskmaster as he shouted out orders at all the other chefs working in the kitchens. "Make sure there are two hundred of those rolls! Don't you dare try more than one sip of that soup! If you say one more word about how I'm yelling I will come down and chop off a toe for every complaint today!"

It was a nightmare to say the least for all of the chefs who were forced to work tirelessly, their stomachs' cramping with lack of food as they'd been unable to test their food more than once, their eyes drooping from exhaustion of lack of sleep, and yet somehow they were all able to push themselves on and on as they tried to finish their tasks to be able to leave before the party started. Out of all of the chefs, many of which who had proven themselves to be master cooks, one of them wasn't, he was instead an apprentice. The apprentice Jean Ouvie, and the apprentice who had been forced by his master to take his place in cooking at the banquet, and the same one who was way in over his head. He'd barely been a cook's apprentice for two years before being thrown into this, while he could make very good food, but not nearly good enough for a feast of this sort, and the others were giving him constant glares as he gave them ample proof of his inexperience.

After two days of dealing with Jean's weak cooking though, Rokley finally grew tired of him taking space in his kitchen, so he decided on the final day of cooking that he would send the young man out for odd jobs to get the cooking done. While Jean had felt out of his depth, he'd never complained once as he loved cooking, and to be able to cook for the feast well... that'd been a great honor, but he'd felt like shit as he'd been kicked out of the kitchen to heft around broken pots from the kitchen to the outside waste area. He'd done it for hours without thanks, no one acknowledging him in the kitchens as he took pots, practically forgotten already as he growled to himself... wanting more... wanting to be acknowledged as a talented cook...

Grunting as he walked outside with the heavy pots that had gotten holes in them, Jean yelled as he threw them into the growing trash heap, his hands white and cut up from doing so much heavy lifting... he'd never wanted to do this as this was a servant's job. "Damn them... DAMN THEM!" he screamed. He wanted to be told that he could come back and cook once more, not just ignored... damn it, he wanted it so bad.

The young man had been so busy throwing his little fit that he didn't notice the black dragon stepping from a glowing portal, his eyes gleaming as he quickly caught a glance of the young human in a chef's outfit before him, his smile quickly appearing on his face as he listened to the human's inner thoughts. While it wasn't quite the top tier of the chef chain that he wanted to infiltrate right away, Renzyl knew that he would make a perfect first step as he approached the young man. "So... you want to be a powerful being?" he asked.

Jean froze up having been approached without him noticing, and more than that, the fact that the voice wasn't one he recognized. Slowly turning he found himself looking up to meet eyes with the rubber dragon's red eyes, and screamed out in terror. "W... what the fuck are you?! Some sort of demon?!"

"You catch on fast, I suppose that's the good thing about the culture of medieval worlds, they recognize a demon when you see one," Renzyl purred. The human's eyes traveled all over the demon, tracing the gleaming muscles, the slowly shifting tail, the... erect... rod between his legs. Jean's face slowly lit up red as he watched the dragon stroke his cock slowly, the human knew he should run... report this to someone but... he couldn't move. "Mmm... such a sweet youth... one that I could certainly use. Though if you were to allow me to use you, it wouldn't be without a benefit to yourself, as you see... I can grant you power, the power that you desire," Renzyl promised.

"No! I refuse, as a demon I cannot trust what you say!"... is what Jean wanted to say, but he couldn't... while he was indeed frightened to see the demon, to be so close to one at that... he did desire power. The human felt week, his body was frail and laughed at in the kitchen, his ideas for food openly mocked amongst the others as they thought him to be an amateur in every way. But this creature... he promised him power, that same power he wanted. "W... who are you to promise that?" he asked nervously.

The dragon demon's eyes twitched in delight, knowing that his hooks were sinking into the human as he drew closer, his hand slinking around the shoulder of Jean. He felt the human shake under his hand, the rubber feeling cool on his skin, his heart pounding under Renzyl's arm and his eyes widening in horror. "My name is Renzyl, and if you accept my offer of power... then I can make you into something far more than you ever thought you could be. You would be powerful... attractive... perfect," he hissed.

For a long moment Jean was quiet, while he never said it, he did always want to be perfect... to be attractive... to be strong! Little did he know that Renzyl had easily plucked these from his head, though he needn't had to, honestly most humans of this age seemed to want the same things. There'd been more superfluous desires of course, such as wanting to be the best cook, wanting to impress a few girls, needing to find a new apron, but he merely stroked the man's ego and found that it was easy to manipulate him like a puppet. "What do I need to do?" Jean breathed. Renzyl's eyes sparked in victory, he'd won over the human, and with that he gazed into Jean's eyes... and the human found everything going hazy as he heard a distant command to open his mouth... and felt something start to slide in... and in... and in...

***

Practically no one in the kitchens noticed Jean's extended absence, their minds completely set to the task at hand, crafting a feast fit for royalty, and as far as Rokley was concerned nothing was good enough until he tasted it and gave his go ahead. Several pots of soup were spilled after a spoon entered the round man's mouth, loaves of bread tossed to the ground in disdain with a simple feel of the crust, mouthwatering meat thrown into the furnace as he ordered them to be cook to the utmost perfection. Needless to say, many of the cooks disdained the man, but no one rose any words of argument as they desired to keep their hands until their death, not risking upsetting the king's own royal chef.

So determined on keeping his eyes on the perfection of all food and cooking staff, Rokley was the only one to notice Jean's glaring absence for nearly an hour, his face slowly turning a deeper crimson as he forced himself to continue cooking while keeping his eyes on the door, prepared to give the young man a lesson that he would never forget. While the chef was working with one of the chefs in the room to perfect their fish dish, Jean finally stepped in, nothing appearing out of the ordinary as he glanced around nervously, his footsteps quiet amongst the din of cooking chefs, but that didn't stop him from being seen by the head chef as he slipped into one of the pantries, likely to hide away from Rokley, and he wouldn't have it. Storming through the kitchen barely anyone cared that the man walked out, more relieved than anything that he intense and frankly annoying head chef had been driving them all insane with his constant badgering.

Marching his way into the backroom, Rokley's eyes flicked from left to right, searching out the young chef with fire in his gaze. "Jean, I know you're in here! Get your ass out here, I won't have any chefs think they're too good to not do their task in a timely manner!" he growled. The room stayed quiet as he looked around, the room had been bathed in darkness, a small candle they kept lit in the room to keep the room lit up was out leaving the chef blind. He stepped deeper into the room, deciding to let his eyes track out the young man across the small room, he obviously couldn't hide too well amongst the racks, and he would find the disrespectful snot. Walking away from the door and using his hand to guide himself, the fat chef made his way into the room, but it proved to be his own undoing as the door shut suddenly, any light that poured in through the doorway now completely cut off. "What the fuck? Jean, are you playing a joke on me?!" he snarled.

Turning to look at the door he saw the outline of someone... but he couldn't quite make it out. "Jean, answer me!" he barked. Marching towards the door Rokley squared himself up, ready to punch the young man out for his disrespect, and then he'd carry him out to have a hand removed, that'd teach the youth. But as Rokley grew near the man blocking the door he felt a chill run down his spike as the eyes of the man opened revealing a pair of red glowing orbs that glimmered in the dark room, and hung well above Rokley's head. Seeing as the man was taller than Jean he knew something was wrong as he felt his breath catch, his breath speeding up as he stepped back, his heart pounding now as he attempted to catch himself in his fear and attempted to look fierce once more, even in the face of an unknown evil. "What are you, some kind of demon? I have no clue how you made your way into this castle, but know that it's a terrible mistake for you! Here we have plenty of mages, many of which who have slain powerful demons across the land!" he exclaimed.

For a long moment the creature stayed quiet, the red eyes burning with a dark flame, Rokley feeling himself start to shake as the room grew chillier, a new presence looming behind Rokley as he waited for the creature to respond to his threat. The chef felt like he should turn to face the new person but he was too afraid to turn away from the red eyes, sure he'd die if he stopped looking away. Finally the silence was broken, a deep and resonant chuckle echoing through the room... and yet somehow seemed loud enough that it might ring throughout the entire castle. "Such a pompous and arrogant human, truly one that will be easy to ensnare. I thought it might be harder to make my way into the human domain, but this is as easy as taking sweets from children," the voice chuckled.

"Indeed master," a familiar voice piped up from behind Rokley. The voice made Rokley nearly scream out, before he'd been too afraid to remove his eyes from the demon, he turned to face the person behind him... and froze. A rubber creature stood there, his silver eyes standing out from his black shining skin, the creature appearing to be canine in some aspects... his handsome features glimmering in what little light the room allowed in. "He thinks himself so grand, but before you, he's nothing but a whelp. I'm sure you can turn him into a proper slave to a sexy master as you, lord Renzyl," the creature growled.

"I'm sure you recognize your old friend," a voice spoke next to Rokley's ear. The man turned once more and his heart nearly stopped, standing right in front of him was a draconic creature, his crimson eyes practically burning through him. "Jean made for the perfect tool to infiltrate this castle. I wasn't quite sure how to make my way in without getting spotted as the mages patrolling the hall would've noticed, but with a human body to inhabit for a bit... well he proved to be quite useful. His mind was easy putty in my hands as well, now he's quite the randy little wolf, and he's only too glad to obey my every command," Renzyl chuckled.

Looking at the draconic creature, Rokley's mouth dried up as all courage he had simply vanished, his chest pounding painfully as he attempted to make some comeback... but he was simply too scared. "It looks like my brave head chef has finally run out of words," Jean's voice a purr in his other ear. With both creatures he about pissed himself, his eyes wide with disbelief, was he about to die here? "What do you plan to do with this human, master?" the creature that had been Jean asked.

The drake smirked, his shimmering scales seeming to dance in front of Rokley's eyes, the man feeling a soft hand slide around his neck, pulling him in close as his eyes were filled up with the red gaze of the demon. "I have need of this one... he shall be the key to how we shall get within the kitchens."

Somehow finding his voice, even with this fearful situation, Rokley attempted to look strong. "You... I won't give in to you. I will kill myself before you can do anything to the royal court," he growled.

With a smile Renzyl looked pleased with Rokley, as if he'd hoped that the human might say that. "Such courage... you'll make a fine tool for me to start my climb. Now... bottoms up," he said. Rokley's eyes widened in shock as he felt the lizard's lips press up against his own, his mouth taken up by the kiss of the demon, his mouth being pried up by the demon's tongue before he felt something gooey being forced down his throat. The human shuddered and kicked as he attempted to pull away from the dragon, anything to pull free of the demon's grasp. Renzyl's grip stayed strong though, no escaping for the human as he attempted to pull out, his attempts at escape slowly waning as the demon's rubber goo poured down his gut, soon enough breaking the kiss to allow Rokley to process. "How do you feel?" Renzyl asked.

For those with a stronger will, they might have fought longer, be able to resist far longer... but there were two cards stacked against the head chef. One, his personality was weak and most of his words were bluster as he had very little power, and two, he had been up against Renzyl's personal kiss. The demon's personal rubber had slid into the man's lips, already Rokley's irises flooded with a yellow shade as he suddenly dropped to his knee before the demon. "My lord, I'm ready to help you," he said.

"A wonderful sight indeed," Jean growled. The wolf's cock stood at attention, black rubber standing up and pre building up on the tip as he watched the head chef get into a submissive position, but he didn't act on it in front of his master.

The demon lord himself grinned as he saw the human succumb to his corruption, though he was careful not to allow the rubber to change the human completely as he still needed Rokley's influence. For a few moments Renzyl thought about how he might do it, there being complex ways he could spread amongst the kitchen staff... and then thought about an easier way to do it, one that could involve both Renzyl and Jean. "Rokley, you are start calling in two chefs at a time, having each of them come in here, and when we're finished with them you'll call in the next two. Soon enough you shall be allowed to change into your new form, but for now I need you to stay this way until we have the entire kitchen staff in my employ, understand?" Renzyl asked.

"As you command, master," Rokley said. With that the human stood up, his expression far more serious now than it'd ever been before, any weakness that might've resided in the folds of fat having been pressed away by the influence of his master's power on him. Turning to walk out the door Jean watched the male's ass, the rounded buttocks looking attractive to him, but he knew that soon enough they'd have plenty of fresh meat to choose from... perhaps the prince himself might deign to have sex with him?

***

The kitchen staff went in one at a time, unaware of what the head chef wanted with them in the back room, but they didn't complain out of fear of lost limbs. It was like clockwork, they hardly had any time to scream out or run before they were caught by Renzyl and Jean, as they were kissed one by one they all fell under their master's command. The rubber corrupting their souls and bringing them to heel under the demonic drake, there was hardly any fuss. A few of the chefs proved to have stronger wills, and those that kissed Jean attempted to fight the power, but it just took a little extra coaxing from the dragon to enslave them, their faces turning into big grins as they realized the power they'd been given.

It was half an hour before all of them were in his thrall, Rokley was brought into the back room after everything was said and done to have fun with Jean, the wolf's prize for helping Renzyl out. The head chef was transformed into a boar, a fitting form for his hoggish appearance and rude personality, he now squealed and bent under the pressure of the now strong willed Jean, the rubber wolf fucking the brown boar in the ass while Renzyl stepped out into the kitchen to acknowledge his new servants. All of them bowed at his entrance, all of their minds hopelessly bound to his will, and none of them could find any reason to complain as their master walked around them with a smirk on his face. "In this world you've all earned the honor to be my first of many servants in this world. This will be the beginning of my rein of this world, with such a grand feast the food has to come first, and with a little slip of my wrist it'll be easy to turn the entirety of the court into my cast of servants," he chuckled.

The demon knew he was showboating, but honestly he didn't mind so much, it wasn't too often that he allowed himself a little bit of gloating... sadly this time proved to be a bit of a flop as he'd taken too much time talking to himself to notice the prince's personal server walking in. The young dragon Sheyl had be asked by the prince himself upon arriving to express his gratitude for the work all of the chefs were doing, so imagine his surprise as he walked into the room to see all of the chefs bowing before a demon, one who was currently blurting out his plans. Now if a lesser magical creature had been the one gloating, they might've missed the intruder and had their plan ruined, but Renzyl felt his presence as soon as he stepped in.

As the dragon turned to leave he found a hand pressing the door shut, he looked up slowly to find himself facing the red eyes of the demon. "I'll scream," Sheyl growled. He wasn't afraid for his own life, but rather the life of the prince, the human that he'd protected when he was young from a horde of angry lizard men who had intended on killing the king himself. Sheyl had been dragged along by the lizard men who'd told him that they had just wanted to talk to the king, but upon learning their deception had stopped them.

Now faced with the demon, Sheyl hoped that he could somehow get out of this, but the demon's hand glowed and the door took on a similar glow. "Scream away, no one will hear you but us in here. Now... if I have my information right, you must be the prince's personal aide. Am I right?" Renzyl asked. Though Sheyl didn't answer, he didn't have to as his jaw clenched up, answering it with sight alone as the demon smirked and rubbed his hand under the handsome jaw of the dragonkin. "Mmm... such a handsome young man. I already have good plans for you, both today, and in the future. Sadly I won't be able to take the prince himself for myself due to his pressing matters, but as for you, I'm sure I can put you to great use," Renzyl chuckled.

The young dragon had some fire in him because he had the gall to spit at the demon, but that just seemed to amuse Renzyl. The demon chuckled as he pulled Sheyl in close, the dragon was a tall man, and his crimson scales sparkling in the light of the room as Renzyl pulled him in close, taking a whiff of his smoky aroma. He could've attempted to burn the demon, but it would've been just as ineffective as the spit, and he didn't get a chance to say anything else as the demon kissed him, the dragonkin put up quite a fight, attempting to hold back any corruption, and for a moment the demon actually feared that he might have to fully convert the young man because of his fight.

Sheyl attempted to hold off the dragon's impending corruption with thoughts of his master, trying to keep Prince Tenor at the forefront of his mind as a shield, using the prince as his sole reason to keep himself clean. Renzyl was intelligent though, the dragon's eyes sparkled with amusement as he found the young dragon's fondness for his master sweet... and a bit easy to manipulate. At first the dragon's thoughts were purely protective, wanting to make sure his master was safe, having been with the young man since they were young, only fourteen. Seven years had passed, and both had matured, many people around the palace had wanted the young dragonkin dead, but Tenor had protected him. Using his magic Renzyl reached into Sheyl's mind, and started to manipulate it, turning the kind and harmless thoughts into darker and lustful ones.

Where the young dragon originally just wanted the young man to be safe, he started to find that there was a bit more he wanted... thoughts of a hug every now and again... perhaps some close cuddling... how about a kiss or two? The crimson dragon vaguely realized he was being manipulated, but he couldn't pull out of the kiss, his thoughts being toyed with as his irises started to change from the clean white into a dull red, his pupils shaking slightly as he was dragged deeper into the mental changes that Renzyl was supplying. Images of Tenor in his mind were twisted, simple days where he saw the prince in his boxers and thinking nothing of it became lustful nights where he watched the prince with an erect cock. Tenor had stood in the shower with the prince before to keep him safe, but his simple glances over his shoulder that he'd used to check in on the young man became dirtier, him quietly jerking off as he looked at the perk buttocks of the other male.

Renzyl felt a buzz of excitement as the defenses of the dragon starting to drop as his manipulation worked away at the dragon's resolve. "Sheyl, know that with my help, you can have the prince... you and he could have sex whenever you'd like," he teased. Close up against the dragonkin's body he felt the young lizard's pants start to tent, though at the same time he still felt reservation, the changes not quite cemented...

The dragon knew something was wrong, he'd never thought of Tenor like this before, the demon... he was changing his thoughts. His cheeks were now blazing with embarrassment as he knew he'd grown erect, and he attempted to fight it... so hard. Now images started to throw themselves in his head, Renzyl now flooding his mind with memories of Tenor and tainting them, images of the human prince being so close and his scent so tantalizing, Sheyl sitting near the prince... watching his toned body under his thin shirt. So many memories... right down to the very beginning of their friendship, when he'd protected the prince against the attacks of the lizard men... his desire to protect the prince becoming the desire to protect such a handsome young man rather than just simple defiance of killing.

That's what did it, Renzyl broke through the dragonkin's protection, a shudder of arousal slipping through the young male's body as his irises turned completely read, his irises becoming a startling green as the demon broke their kiss. Sheyl shivered a few times as he licked his lips, his gaze becoming one of admiration as he bowed before his new master. "Sssire, my dearest thanks for allowing me to become one of your personal slaves. How may I ssserve you?" he hissed. It was a personal touch that Renzyl found hot from the young dragonkin, and Sheyl really couldn't deny it as his master had implanted the quirk inside of him.

The demon dragon chuckled as he slid his hand up the dragonkin's chin, a purr of delight coming from the red dragon, Renzyl wished he could see the young dragon's new rubber form already, but he would have to wait a little longer. "You are to deliver food to the prince as you were to earlier... though there'll be a little addition," Renzyl chuckled. Sheyl smiled as he nodded, only too glad to appease his new master.

***

Tenor was a bit surprised at how long it took Tenor to come out, it was an hour after he sent his servant before the dragon returned, just ahead of a line of chefs all carrying plates for their guests. "Sheyl, was everything alright?" the prince asked his personal aide.

His aide smiled at him, for some reason Tenor found himself incapable of looking his aide in the eyes as he usually did, whenever the prince attempted to his eyes seemed to deflect around them. "Everything isss absolutely fine, your highnesss. I wasss asked to help around the kitchen while I was back there, and I thought that you wouldn't mind," the dragonkin explained.

The prince frowned as he heard his aide slur his s's, which was a habit he'd broken when he was younger after leaving his home of snakes and dragonkin. Though he figured that it was probably from the stress of being in such a busy place, so for now Tenor decided to ignore it as his aide set down the tray in front of him, the lid on the plate for now along with everyone else's. Tenor sighed as he saw Lord Amadeus standing up, honestly the prince had grown extremely weary of the Lord, and he thought the man to be extremely pompous and exhausting. Ever since Tenor had arrived the man had done nothing but blather to the prince, attempting to get into his good graces, and quite frankly Tenor had half a mind to send the man to the dungeons... or something.

Where many royal figures tended to love their egos being stroked, Tenor wasn't quite the sort, instead he enjoyed helping others instead. He was attempting to solve problems of poverty and starving in his kingdom, though it wasn't an easy task to fix as his father had the belief that with power there was always those without, a notion that he hoped to strike from existence. Ever since he'd arrived though, Lord Amadeus only spoke about getting the rich richer, wanting to raise the power of everyone in the room by creating a market where only the rich could afford it, and Tenor was absolutely appalled at the thought.

Now as he stood up, Tenor would wish he would sit right back down as his stomach was swinging so dangerously that he had the brief concern that he might topple from his extensive weight... but that was only a dream it appeared as the man grinned triumphantly as he got to his feet. "To all of my guests, my thanks for your arrival! I have requested your presence for a momentous dinner, one that has never been attempted before in many centuries. I've brought together envoys from lands from all over, the elves of the forest, the dragonkin of the mountains, even the orcs from the lowlands! I bring you all to this table in the hopes of commercial gain for us all!" The prince let out an inward sigh, leaning down a bit as he pressed his face into his hand, hoping that nobody would blame him for such a selfish proclamation.

There were a few mutters around the table, some excited, others disgusted at the lord's rather blatant remark though Amadeus himself seemed to miss the mutters. Soon enough everyone at the table had a plate in front of them, and the chefs hustled into the back... a little faster than Tenor would've imagined, they almost seemed excited about something. "Now that we all sit here, I bid all of you have a bite of the most delicious food that has been prepared, and we may talk of business after our feast," he announced.

Tenor was glad when Amadeus sat down, glad for the silence that followed his loud words, and soon all the lids were lifted, Tenor's included to reveal a delicious smorgasbord of food on them all, crisp meats, delicate vegetables, and succulent fruits. There was an intake of breaths from around the table as they smelled the delicious odor of their food, and everyone dived in to have a bite, completely unaware of Renzyl's personal little surprise hidden within the food. Even with the mages doing a quick test of the food with their magic, they weren't able to detect the trace amounts of rubber within the food due to some magic worked by the demon himself.

Digging in everyone ate away, Tenor included, the young man impressed by the sheer taste of the food, noting how well cooked it was and the complete lack of any sort of burnt pieces on the food. What the young man didn't notice was Sheyl standing close behind, grinning widely as he watched the prince dig into his food, and groping himself slightly as he made sure he was close enough to the prince so that nobody else would catch his minute movements. As the people around the table ate they continued to talk amongst themselves, some about commerce, some about interracial politics, and others just simple jokes and nice conversation. Something everyone at the table noticed though was that they grew a bit tight in their pants, everyone tugging at their crotch every now and again attempting to calm their loins, nobody wanting to bring up the point out of embarrassment, especially with the prince sitting at the table.

The prince was just as affected as everyone, having to tug at his trousers as he felt his loins harden, his sense of smell also seemed to grow far more acute for some reason, almost able to smell the scent of arousal on the air, only barely being obscured by the heavy fog of food. What the prince didn't notice was Renzyl's hand digging around in his mind, getting a sense of who he was, as did he with everyone else as well. The demon had a very good sense of everyone in the room within ten minutes while the chefs all having changed were busy fucking on every surface of the kitchen, shooting streams of rubber fluid all over the counters and over leftover food, none of them caring about it anymore as they were enjoying their new sexual freedom under their ruler Renzyl. The demon smirked to himself as he worked on the mages first, their minds being shielded the hardest, but also the inner sanctums of their mind being the easiest. What mages didn't know was that though they could protect themselves well, they often were weaker in the inner regions of their mind because of their belief in their magical protection.

He broke through the mage's shields easily, and started to press their buttons, giving them mental images of demons fucking them, turning their holy scripts into perverse manuals on sex. Their belief in the gods of old being turned into much newer and far hotter beliefs on the blessed bodies of rubber and sin, and finally implanting a new and holy vision of their master Renzyl, with that he activated the rubber tendrils within them, turning them into his rubber servants internally. With that he demon had converted the age long defenders of holiness into creatures of perversion, their cocks hardening as they were corrupted from the inside. Renzyl would prefer to do it in person, but mages could be a finicky bunch, and he hated being blasted with powerful magic, it wreaked havoc on his body.

With that done Renzyl opened the doors and waltzed in, everyone in the room turning as they saw the doors open, their eyes widening as they saw the demon. There were screams of fear as they saw a demon in their midst, something very rarely seen due to the scarcity of the species. "Mages, kill the hellspawn!" Lord Amadeus screeched.

The mages had frozen upon seeing the demon who turned his gaze to them coolly, and he smiled as they both shuddered, rubber pouring from their mouths and nostrils as they bowed before the demon. "Our lord!" they shouted in sync.

Renzyl chuckled as he saw the shock register on the lord's face, everyone else starting to stand and run as they realized their one line of defense had been defeated so easily. "Sit," Renzyl spoke. The word was soft, but he may as well have yelled it, every person in the room who'd gotten up from their chair slammed down in their seat, and that included Amadeus who smashed his chair as he slammed down in his seat, leaving him sitting on the floor in a daze. Surprisingly though, the prince had been one of the few people in the room who hadn't stood to run away, his eyes looking at the demon curiously. Renzyl had to say, having learned the young man's mind, he wasn't surprised as Tenor had proven to be a very brave and strong young man.

Three other people in the room hadn't stood up upon his arrival, and that was the group of snake men sitting at one of the tables, almost looking satisfied with his arrival. "Are you here to assassinate the prince?" one of them asked. They almost seemed gleeful of the idea, and while Renzyl could appreciate the animosity that they harbored due to a lack of respect from the humans, he didn't quite enjoy the fact that they would be so happy at the thought of killing the young man.

"I am not. I am here to claim this land mine," Renzyl explained simply. The snake men looked dissatisfied, thankfully for Renzyl they were rather simpleminded creatures, so he sent a burst of magic towards them, and watched as they started to change as well, rubber pouring out of their mouths. Shock registered on their faces at first, though already their minds were starting to change, new loyalty to Renzyl growing and a fierce arousal that wouldn't been calmed until they'd had their fill of sex. "Indeed, I found that this would be the best place to claim first. All of the high symbols of this land filling one hall? It was screaming my name, and as I've been long looking for a land to rule from on high, I've decided that this world will do fine," he explained.

From behind the demon he heard panting and turned slightly to see a pair of rubber dogs, huskies if he saw right, their old mage gowns laying on the ground as one of the pair rammed the other, all the while whining in pleasure. "Not too long, I suppose that's what happens when magic mixes with my power," Renzyl chuckled. Others looked on in horror as they turned their gaze to the snake people, an easier change as they were already animalistic, their bodies being coated in different colors of rubber, their hisses becoming praises for their new demon lord Renzyl. "With all of you, I shall use your power to my advantage, you shall help spread the glory of myself and help enslave this land under my power," he explained calmly.

There were shouts from across the room, denying his ridiculous claims, but already Renzyl was activating the rubber in all of them, one after another starting to change. Skin giving way to rubber, bodies becoming animalistic, and thoughts changing to fit Renzyl's desires. It was easy to do, and fun to watch as their flimsy minds gave way to his way of thinking... all but two were changed within a few minutes. Both of which Renzyl had personally chosen to wait on. The prince, and Lord Amadeus, first Renzyl approached the fat lord himself as he heard chants from the changing crowd, his name being praised as the rubber followers started to enjoy themselves. "I thought it'd be rude to say something to the host of the event before I changed him," Renzyl chuckled.

"You... fucking... beast!" Amadeus shouted. He attempted to stand up, but by this point even if Renzyl's command wasn't hold him down, the man had no strength to pick himself up from the ground with. "I... I... I'll kill you! I'll have my soldiers' hunt you down and tear out your tongue!" the host roared.

Tenor was watching all of this with a shocked expression, he'd turned to look back at his friend and aide Sheyl to assist him, but now he'd changed into a rubber dragon. The crimson scales now glistened with a new glow, his rubber form glimmering as he rubbed up and down his shaft. "Worry not, Tenor. Sssoon Master Renzyl will help you as he did me," the dragonkin said with a grin. Tenor was scared to see his friend having been changed in such a way, and by the time he turned back to look at what the dragon was doing, Amadeus was now changing as well, his form falling away to reveal a lithe fox, his cock swelling large as he rubbed it up and down, a desperate look of horniness on his face.

"Please, will someone fuck me?" he whined. Renzyl looked on with amusement as a nearby horse looked over with interest, the boyish looking fox soon being planted on the equine shaft as the dragon turned his attention to Tenor who gulped nervously.

"My apologies, your highness," Renzyl said with a bow. The prince wasn't sure if the dragon was mocking him or being forward, regardless he wasn't fond of the demon. "You have been the biggest interest of mine tonight, Prince Tenor. I had your personal aide bring you not just any plate of food, but one with a very special tool inside of it. The others all received mere bits of rubber... but you have earned one far grander," the demon chuckled.

The prince could feel something wiggling around in him, his heart beating fast as he attempted to look brave. "I refuse to help you, demon. I have too much to work towards to help you, I'd rather die than ever become a selfish demon who trounces on the feet of others," Tenor snarled.

The dragon smirked as he drew close to the young prince, a handsome young man, just turned twenty one years as of late. More than likely he was to be wed soon to some dainty princess... well, Renzyl knew that he was to be wed soon, but that fact no longer mattered. The prince's wants and desires were putty in his hand, but he had no desire to just rip apart the young man's personality. Tenor was a powerful soul, and a particularly delicious one to convert. "You are a prince among princes, aren't you?" he asked. The prince looked confused at this statement, obviously being one so benevolent he wasn't one to accept praise that readily, though to hear praise from a demon was definitely a new one. "You work towards the betterment of others rather than the betterment of yourself..." Renzyl went on.

Tenor felt nervous as the demon walked around him, amongst the wildness of the room, it was oddly calming to have Renzyl talking as if nothing was happening, though it was a bit disconcerting. The prince didn't know how to answer, so he allowed Renzyl to continue talking as he felt that odd sensation grow stronger, he didn't notice his skin starting to seep with black rubber, the sensation being so very light that it didn't even register. "You want to help the people of your kingdom become better, to become stronger... don't you?" Renzyl asked.

"Yes..." Tenor said. He wasn't sure where the demon was going, but though he knew he should be careful, for some reason his suspicions felt oddly dulled around Renzyl.

The demon started to tweak the young man's thoughts, opening his mind to ideas as he grew closer, sliding his hand across Tenor's skin, making the young man shudder as he spoke. "Your desires are to help the people... well what better way than to give them strong bodies? To give them hunger less stomachs? To give them never ending strength?" Renzyl asked.

Slowly Tenor nodded, to give his people bodies without boundaries, that wouldn't be bad at all. "What's the price?" he asked suspiciously.

Renzyl smirked, obviously the young prince was intelligent, by no means did his thoughts scream out to the demon as being hopelessly naive. "The price is small, hardly anything, just a yearning for pleasure of the body. An occasional stroke of the flesh, what's that to pay for strength unencumbered?" Renzyl asked. It was by no means a lie, but Renzyl helped coax Tenor's mind away from thoughts of enslavement, better to think small truths were as good as the whole truth.

The young man's eyes started to blur over, an occasional stroke of the loins... that wasn't too bad... More and more of his flesh started to sink into black rubber, his skin rippling as it started to become rubber scales, the change was fast but silent, Toren's mind too preoccupied to pick up on it. "I suppose... why do you want me to do it though? I'm sure there are plenty of people who could help spread it?"

The demon chuckled lightly as he rubbed the young man's shoulders, slowly peeling away his jerkin to reveal his growing body, as the rubber spread the prince's muscles grew stronger, more defined in the black rubber. "Your greatest desire is to help others, my dear prince. Think of how much the people will love you when you are the one to do it? You shall be known as the prince who helped save the people of the kingdom," he whispered seductively.

Once Tenor didn't have an ego to speak of, but Renzyl had planted a seed in the young prince's mind, and now he allowed it to be watered with a mixture of Tenor's personal desires to help others, and his own manipulations. "I... will be the one who saves the people?" he breathed. Tenor's eyes started to take on a golden hue, his irises changing to gold as he started to pant, his pants growing hotter as the fabric ripped off, his legs starting to merge with the black rubber as the demon coaxed him more and more.

"Indeed. They will shout your name across the kingdom, Prince Tenor, the strongest and handsomest naga in all of the land," Renzyl hissed into his ear. The young prince let out a moan as he felt the demon's hand touch his glistening shaft, a shiver went up his spine as he imagined how great it would be... "You would have your run of the land with such power... all of the people loving you... and you could have the taste of any man," Renzyl teased. For a moment Tenor was confused, but Renzyl's teasing of his mind allowed this as he started to imagine rubber men everywhere... rubber animals everywhere, their strong muscled physiques, large cocks, fit for a prince's loving. "With such power, my prince, you will be loved by all," Renzyl said.

Finally Renzyl's teasing reached its home, the young man's eyes widened as they turned all black with gold centers, a hiss of delight escaping his throat as he realized how amazing it sounded. He could have all... he could change all... he, Prince Tenor would be the strongest naga in all of the land. All because of the help of Master Renzyl, his serpentine head forming quickly now, fangs sprouting from his lips as he grinned, now slowly standing up with his new tail, everyone in the room going quiet as they saw the new improved prince, a handsome naga who stretched out his body as his hood formed, flaring out with golden rims as he turned to Renzyl, bowing low as he conceded to his new master, completely unaware of his new servitude. "Masssster Renzyl, what can I do for all you've done for me?" The new naga's tongue forked out, the light gleaming off of his rubber body as he did so, from behind Sheyl looked on in delight as he admired his prince's sexy body.

The demon chuckled as he rubbed his chin, his own cock standing at attention as he stroked it delicately. "Well I would like to meet your lord father, after all, he shall help me in my accession to ruling this entire world," he explained.

"Of courssse, my lord Renzyl," Tenor answered. With that Renzyl started to walk around the room, each of his new followers giving their complete support to the lizard, rivulets of cum pouring over the tables as they enjoyed their new sexual forms. In the meantime Tenor spun around to look at Sheyl, the dragonkin reciprocating with a lustful look before the naga motioned for the lizard to turn around. His friend of so many years turned revealing his rubber hole, the prince hissing in delight as he rubbed his shaft while approaching. "Thisss is going to be an amazing new usssse for you, Sheyl," he chuckled.

"All for you my prince," the dragonkin replied. Tenor grinned wide as he pressed his shaft into the other male's ass, the dragonkin's face lighting up with delight as the prince quickly shot into fucking the other male, their groans joining the chorus of the room, not a single one person in the room could even think of this being bad. Amadeus had now become a complete horny boi, completely happy to give tail to anyone who offered, and he couldn't be happier as he yipped in delight, his rubbery ass open plenty wide after riding the horse.

Renzyl allowed the prince to ride Sheyl for a while, the naga's hisses of ecstasy rising as he came closer and closer to the end, his body turning rigid as the cum exploded into the other male, the dragonkin's red juices flooding the wall that he'd been pressed up against. "My prince, my apologies for breaking up your bonding, but I do have to inform you that Sheyl here shall be a personal prize. I do hope you don't mind," he said. For a moment the demon saw a defiant light in the prince's eye, the new ego that Renzyl had inserted into him wanting the dragonkin for himself, but the demon wasn't in the mood to fight. With a few mental flicks Renzyl watched as Tenor's face turned passive, pulling out of his aide who looked at him in slight confusion as he bowed deeply before his master.

"Of courssse, sire, I can have countless men. For you, only the finessst will do," Tenor answered. It was obvious from Sheyl's face that he wasn't alright with this, he strutted towards Renzyl, the prince's black cum leaking down the underside of his tail. Renzyl really was impressed, even after being changed they both could resist him... but he wasn't in the mood to test this resilience, and started to mess with the young lizard's mind... to find that he couldn't. The demon frowned and rose a brow as the angry dragonkin practically slammed a finger into the demon's chest, not really hurting him, but rather shocking him.

"You think you can just take me away from my prince?! He'sss the reason I allowed myssself to come under your service, Renzyl! I will never allow you to just take me away," Sheyl barked. Renzyl looked at him for a few seconds in surprise before a devious smile slid over his face, he'd thought it would be done the easy way... but now he got to do it the fun way. The dragon snatched the dragonkin's arm in his hand, the quick movement causing a squeak as Renzyl tugged him close. "Let me go!" Sheyl urged him.

The demon drew in close to the dragon, their eyes meeting as Sheyl felt shivers go down his back. The dragonkin, while indebted to the demon, was still trying to stay independent... trying to keep himself. Renzyl's tongue flicked out, licking up Sheyl's cheek causing the young lizard to shiver as the demon pressed his hand up against the red rubber. "Such a defiant soul. One who even can defy my mental power." The dragonkin started to shudder a bit as Renzyl focused his magic right into the young man's head, such direct contact overpowering his senses as his face started to turn into a dim smile, his eyes going dim as the demon continued to send his power into the young drake. "I respect your mental endurance... but you are my pet. Never think that you have more say in anything than I, there will be no more fighting from you. Since you've been such a naughty thing, I believe you deserve a new name, one that will fit an obedient pet. Now Gilian, open your eyes," he commanded.

Gilian's eyes started to glow with the same red gleam as Renzyl, mirroring the demon's eyes as he stroked the servant's mind with his power. There were no words between the two as Gilian's cock hardened between his legs, his independent thoughts being overwritten as a complete and utter devotion to Renzyl formed, the demon leaving a permanent print of his power on the dragonkin. No longer did the drake hold the prince in any form of power, in fact he hardly remembered the prince, a hiss of utter satisfaction escaped his mouth as Renzyl finally let go of his head. The young lizard's eyes didn't stop glowing though, a side effect of Renzyl's direct influence on his body. The black dragon stepped back as he let go of Gilian's hand, Tenor didn't move at all during this, watching on with complete obedience.

The crimson dragon blinked a few times, stroking his cock absently as he glanced around, his eyes held on Tenor but for a moment before they moved on, barely registering the naga before landing on his master. "Massster, I am yours to control!" he declared with a sweeping bow. The dragon's tail lifted up in acknowledgement of his own obedience, no longer did he had any attachment to anyone but his glorious master.

Renzyl stroked his cock as he grinned widely, yet another trophy to be brought along from this trip, and there would be no fighting any longer. "Fantastic. Now why don't you bend over, pet? I have a need that can only be filled by your juicy hole," he chuckled. Gilian gladly obliged, allowing his master his own pleasure before they returned to the matter of the prince's father.

***

The kingdom's fanfares rang through the city, horny rubber citizens everywhere roaring in excitement as they awaited the doors to the castle to open. Ever since the king's soldiers came out in droves with their gifts of rubber forms, they couldn't wait to see their lord Renzyl who had been so gracious to spread the gift. Soon the doors open, everyone screaming out in excitement as four figures stepped out into the open, one was the prince Tenor standing behind his master Renzyl, his eyes a deep crimson and his face pulled up into a smile as he looked at the waves of handsome rubber creatures. Then there was the king, a handsome gold dragon, his gleaming silver eyes a stark contrast, his body was the picture of musculature. Renzyl himself had gifted the king with his new youthful body, even now the dragon worked his cock. Then there was Gilian, the obedient dragon to his demon king, he stared at his lord with subservience in his glowing gaze, his eyes never bothering to leave the demon lord, once they were done with this he would follow Renzyl back to his world where he would be another pet in Renzyl's collection.

Renzyl smirked as the people of the city screamed his name, he'd yet to completely change the entire world into his servants, but it was only a matter of time. Even now wars were waging as they tried to prevent the spread of his gift, but since there was no way to kill the rubber animals, it was more or less a losing battle for the regular species of the world as they were caught within the battles and kissed, the infection spreading into their bodies and turning allies into enemies as they became the very enemy they fought. Renzyl knew that one day he'd be the complete ruler of this world, but until then he was glad to watch on from high above... but as for today, he would indulge in his selfish pleasure of being recognized as the new god of the world as everyone screamed his name in unison. "RENZYL, RENZYL, RENZYL!"