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“Aww, now don’t be fussing with that,” King said as he placed a large, scaly foot on the former Sun King’s blade. Azra shook and coughed, struggling for breath after King knocked it from him. The blue-scaled, mighty Lizard King of Jaroba had decided enough tribute had been given to Azra, and that he no longer was interested in being a subject.

“We… had a pact,” Azra growled as he struggled to get up.

“And I decided I wanted something a little more…” King glanced around the palace tower, overlooking the desert city of Asterios, “all inclusive. Lizard King seemed too small for me, so I decided just being King would be worthwhile.” He grabbed Azra by their hair and lifted the man in the air so they were eye to eye. “See, I realized you were just a man, and I’m, well,” he smacked his big round belly, “a beast.” He dropped Azra, picked up the former Sun King’s sword and flung it off the tower. “There, you wanna keep fighting, we can do it fist to fist, as equals.”

Azra managed to slowly get to his feet, but knew just looking up at King that he didn’t stand a chance. He reared back and threw the hardest punch he could into King’s core, but it bounced off his tough hide as if it were nothing.

“Hehe, don’t feel too bad. Let me show you how it’s down.” Azra barely had time to throw his arms up before King’s big, three fingered and scarred fist slammed into him. It threw Azra across the room, bouncing on the stone floor. His armor scraped against it as he recoiled. If his arms hadn’t blocked the blow King would have likely broken his ribs. Arms quickly bruising all over, Azra struggled to get up as King crossed the room. He willed his body to move quickly, but he could not. He had been beaten, and now he was at Talamh’s new King’s mercy.

King grabbed his head, and for a moment Azra thought he meant to crush his skull in his hand. Instead, he unclasped the leather straps of Azra’s mask and removed it. “So that’s what you look like. Pasty pale thing—you’d think this desert sun would do something about that.” Azra’s weathered face was pale, lips almost blue. King cupped his jaw in a tight grip and made Azra glare up at him. “Oh I like this fight in you.” His thumb brushed against Azra’s lips, “Makes this next part much more satisfying.”

He let go of Azra and reached down, undoing his loincloth and letting it fall so he was naked before Azra. He revealed a massive dark blue shaft, soft and tucked against an equally huge set of balls. The stench of his cock and balls made Azra’s head spin a little. The scent a mixture of petrichor and rotting flowers. Ample foreskin completely encased his glans. King snatched Azra’s head and shoved him into that shaft. This was how lizards established dominance, by rubbing their scent on someone else. And now Azra found himself being smothered in King’s fat sack, each testicle the size of a small melon, both bigger than Azra’s head. Azra tried his best not to breathe it in, knowing better.

King said, “Holding your breath, eh? That’s alright. I’m a patient, merciful, King. So you take your time Azzy, it won’t matter.”

Azra knew he spoke the truth. His chest ached for air, and Azra couldn’t afford to pass out and just be at this massive reptile’s mercy. He sucked in a breath and groaned as that overwhelming odor filled his nostrils and lungs. King’s pheromones made his blood quicken quick as smoking from a pipe. That intoxicating musk made him go a little limp. “That all the fight you got? One huff of my nuts and already you’re nice and compliant. Gonna call you the Slut King if that’s the case.”

Face flushed with humiliation and embarrassment, Azra hated that he felt himself begin to stiffen in the codpiece of his armor. He tried to hold his breath again, at least long enough to clear his head. But like the flavor of something he craved, stopping mid-slaking his appetite made him ache. He squirmed underneath King as he thought of what to do. He could feel the heavy barrel of King’s cock resting across the back of his head. Maybe if Azra attacked his genitals it would make an opening…

But Azra couldn’t bring himself to. Understanding King was much too tough to be undone by cheap tricks, and that the torment to Azra could be so much worse.

“You know, I coulda barged in here with my boys and just overwhelmed you with numbers,” King said. “But I wanted the exercise, and I wanted to do this to you after. You’re just so bloody… arrogant. Someone needs to put you in your place.”

Azra had to take another breath. A ragged sucking of air against those balls made his cock begin to drip precum. King’s pheromones had him breaking out into a sweat, his skin itchy under his armor. As if he needed to strip everything off to get comfortable. The humiliation of having this happen to him, that this would be how his reign ended: beneath the balls of Talamh biggest, muskiest reptile. Azra’s body no match for King’s musk. Those smooth, scaly balls rubbing against his face, cheeks, chin, forehead, all of it had been smothered in King’s musky sweat. Even if he managed to rip his face away he would stink of King’s balls.

And Azra felt the tension in his body slacken, little by little. The tightness in his muscles relaxed, he could do nothing but lay there, front half held up by the big grip around his head.

“You know the score now, don’t you Azzy?” King said as he finally pulled Azra’s head back. The older male panting, face flushed beet red. Silver mane of hair a twisted tangle, his face being moved so he was lips to foreskin with King’s massive member. “On your knees now, Azzy.”

Azra listened, if only to make himself more comfortable, no longer needing to be held up to have his face in front of that fat member. It reeked of a fishier scent close but not kin to the smell of cum. King grabbed his shaft and rolled back the foreskin, revealing the tapered, speartip of his cock, its barbed glans glistened with a secretion lizardfolk produced naturally. It was the source of that fishy scent that had Azra’s head fogged over. That pointed tip brushed his lips and King ordered, “Open.”

Azra did, vacantly, feeling as though he watched another person open their mouth. Watching as King’s tip slid in his maw, jaw stretching to accommodate the glans and the barrel of flesh that came after. That spire of meat, flaccid, had to be thick around as Azra’s bicep. His jaw strained to allow King to force more of that member inside him. Azra’s tongue tingling and almost numb as that substance behind King’s glans rubbed along his tastebuds. It was viscous and slick like cooking oil, so salty in flavor Azra might have gagged if not for King’s pheromone’s placating every part of him. And as that oily substance mixed with his saliva and got swallowed, he felt it run down his esophagus, tingling and buzzing inside him.

“You can taste it by now, can’t you? We call that loin-oil, and it does a mite more than lubrication. Especially on weak willed elves like you.”

Azra pulled his mouth back to ask, “Wh-what are you doing to me?” Only for King to grab his head and shove his maw back down on his cock.

“Patience and you’ll see. Now less lip and more tongue, that’s it. That’s a good Azzy, swirl it around the tip like that. Hah, that’s a slut.”

The words burned, but any defiance in Azra had been snuffed out. His core tingled and itched inside. His cock ached in his codpiece to be stiff, to be touched. He needed to touch himself so badly he began rubbing at his codpiece. King noticed and said, “Heh, take it off and enjoy yourself, Azzy. That’s a good little pet.”

As Azra fumbled with the straps of his armor. Needing it all off him—being far too hot. He was going to suffocate if he did not get some open air. Yet even as he worked on removing his pauldrons, his mouth remained obediently attached to King’s shaft. The reptile content to just let Azra worship the tip of his stiffening shaft. Azra felt blood fill out those barbed glans as he continued to suck. His pauldrons were stripped off, next his chest piece needed to be removed. As he fumbled blindly with the straps, King said, “Okay, this is taking too damn long.”

He pulled out, leaving Azra a little confused until the man was wrenched to his shaky feet by King, who grabbed his cuirass in one hand, other on his bare shoulder. The leather straps pinched painfully against his skin as King ripped the armor right off him. His claws shredded the linen shirt Azra had on underneath. Next King grabbed his codpiece and ripped it off with the same brutal efficiency. He ripped away his underwear and out sprung Azra’s cock, quickly stiffening and fattening up.

Azra was not ready, then, to be picked up and bodily flipped around. He found himself chest to King’s round, long belly. His face near the now throbbing erection King sported, which was so heavy it sagged under its own weight. His girth could put a horse to shame, but he didn’t quite have the length of one, thankfully. Held upside down by his hips, he did not expect King to say, “Not a bad cock for an elf. It’s a little thing compared to mine, but then what’s not compared to me?” A big laugh from King shook that belly Azra leaned against. Blood rushing to his head, with more of that intoxicating, musky scent right before him, he didn’t need to be told to reach for King’s shaft and tilt it up to his lips. He wrapped his mouth back over that cock head, foreskin still bunched up around the glans. It made it feel as though Azra made out with the cock, as the foreskin rubbed against his lips and his tongue darted out his mouth into those folds. More of that loin-oil collected there made his cock drool fresh precum as he moaned and sucked harder, trying to get more of that salty substance into his mouth.

Then Azra felt King’s broad, forked tongue run up the length of his shaft, and it made his balls jump, pale grey dick twitch and spit precum across King’s purple tastebuds as they wrapped around his shaft and pulled it into that big maw. Azra moaned again when he hilted the larger male’s mouth, shaft still long enough to push into King’s throat, who took it without gagging. King began sucking his cock, and Azra, pale body naked except for his boots and greaves, humped into King’s face as he blindly bobbed on that big blue shaft, jaw aching from how wide it needed to stretch to accommodate it. Tears ran down his temples as the tip pressed past his uvula and down his throat.

Another humiliation came as Azra’s balls drew tight. His loins burning, tingling, itching from the effects of the loin-oil. And the pressure to cum was so intense Azra was amazed his load didn’t blow immediately, but built up and up. Until it felt as though Azra’s cock was a cannon overloaded with gunpowder, dripping cloudy precum freely down King’s throat as that skilled tongue slipped along and around his cock, snaked past those lips and teased at his balls. It was too much. Azra could not believe this would be how he had the biggest orgasm of his life.

He came thick ropes down King’s mouth, who growled and held him tight to the reptile’s lips. Seed spilled and spilled, Azra’s balls clenching over and over, aching and tingling as they did. Warm waves of pleasure splashed throughout his body and made him forget all about his kingdom and rule—head going blank as he convulsed and humped King’s maw. So caught up in the immense pleasure he did not notice his cock become soft before it even finished firing. By the tenth shot, his aching balls still clenched and dumped seed down King’s throat, who continued to suck and slather Azra’s softening shaft.

Soon King needed to swallow fresh waves of salty creamy cum as they spilled on his tongue. Azra’s shaft continued to shrink, until something began to feel unusual. The itching heat from the loin-oil became an ache in Azra’s pelvis. He felt King’s tongue begin to push and fold Azra’s cock in on itself. The flaccid member pressed down into his pelvis, still burning, still shrinking. Then a stranger feeling: King’s tongue began to push inside his body. Still dazed by pleasure, Azra didn’t notice at first, until he reflexively clenched his cervical floor and squeezed that wriggling muscle hollowing him out. A tongue was inside him where his cock should be. That tongue slid against something spongy and firm blooming in his core and Azra bucked his hips, moaning as a strange tension began to burn in his gut.

It never occurred to him that his sex might be shifting. That where once his shaft had stood now burrowed inside him, a set of labia formed, his cockhead shrunken to a button at the crest of his newly formed pussy, which King’s tongue hungrily excavated. He hadn’t noticed his ballsack pull tight to his scrotum and recede back inside him. Wriggling deeper into his body and blossoming into a set of ovaries already beginning to ovulate.

All of this passed by Azra with little concern for what was being done to his body, too absorbed sucking and worshipping the shaft inside his mouth while his newly formed cunny clenched and gushed around King’s questing muscle. Either all the blood or pleasure rushing to his head had his world spinning a little as his tongue swiped back into the folds of foreskin. Tasting that salty loin-oil and scooping it back into his mouth, eagerly absorbing more of that essence.

Satisfied, King finally came up for air, licking his lips and going, “Ah, I can taste how bad you need it, Azzy.” Azra didn’t even care about being called Azzy anymore. He simply continued to suckle savory precum from that tip as King continued, “There was old rituals my people almost forgot, but then our shamans brought this one to us. Something about crushing crystals and binding them to me balls, makes it so I can take someone like you: a proud powerful male turned into a submissive breeder. And that ain’t all.”

Azra was yanked off King’s cock and flipped around as easily as a doll. One massive hand wrapped around Azra’s naked waist, other reached up and brushed Azra’s cheeks. “These silver scales are a much more fetching look for you. You’ll be a pretty reptile by the time we’re through.” Azra touched his face and felt on his cheek a patch of smooth, soft scales. His eyes went wide, and, no longer face to face with that corruptive cock, he had the sense to kick out at King. His boot bounced harmlessly off the massive reptile’s round gut. King grinned and said, “There’s that fight. Too bad it won’t be enough.”

“Talamh is yours,” Azra begged as King spun him around and pulled his back tight to the reptile’s scaly chest. “Please, just let me go.”

“Oh no, Azzy. You being a pet at the foot of my throne is half the reason I’m doing this whole bloody thing.” King wrapped one big, muscular arm around Azra’s chest and arms, pinning him tight. Azra kicked blindly, boot striking King’s cock and making his captor apply a crushing grip with his arm. Azra coughed and wheezed as the air was squeezed from him, spine popping, ribs aching, threatening to break. “I can do this with you in pieces if you prefer,” King growled.

Azra did not. His legs went limp, and King eased the grip on him.

“That’s a good, Azzy.” King reached down and hefted his massive shaft. Azra felt it, half as fat as his thighs as it pushed wetly between them and that pointed tip jabbed against his newly formed labia. “Make this easier on us both and spread yourself for me.”

Azra could do that with his hands and arms. Reluctantly, he reached down, unable to see around that massive arm holding him. He simply felt that strange, sensitive, slick flesh that was now his sex and spread it. King pressed him down and humped up at the same time. Cock speared its way inside of Azra, hollowing him out and quickly spreading his walls around that massive log digging deeper inside his wet, snug vent. Azra groaned as the pressure of that spreading fullness, then pleasure of that dick scraping his sensitive innards with its barbed glans made Azra squirm and moan. That sharp tip prodded his cervix with only half the shaft buried inside of Azra, at which point, King said, “Don’t worry, we’ll get the rest in there, Azzy.” His grip shifted, arms hooking under Azra’s thighs, back around his back, large hands hooked over the back of Azra’s head. Now locked in a full nelson, Azra was totally helpless and exposed. Head pointed down, he saw the bulge of that shaft in his lower stomach, just above his navel, which had blossomed with scales.

“No…” he whispered. “Not after everything I’ve given up. All I’ve sacrificed.”

“For this,” King growled. “Don’t worry, Azzy, I’ll make it worth your while.” And King began working Azra up and down on his enormous cock. Those barbed glans raked his walls every time King pumped his hips, the sensation sharp and almost painful, but instead it just became another cascading wave of pleasure that came from being filled by that enormous shaft. King stabbed his cervix and crammed more cock inside Azra on every pump. His blue shaft glistened with Azra’s nectar. Azra flushed with humiliation as he watched his new cunt clench and gush, dripping onto the stone floor.

Azra moaned as King continued battering his pussy. Every roll of King’s hips rubbed that big scaly belly against Azra’s back. His hamstrings strained at being folded in half like this while his cervical floor was forced again and again to clench, recoil from thrusting splitting Azra open. The big barrel of that shaft caved in Azra’s cunt. His new sex aching as it got broken down. The immense beating Azra took almost knocked the wind out of him, yet he couldn’t deny the tension growing in his core, or the pleasure washing through his pheromone addled mind.

And after minutes of King pounding his pussy, somehow that shaft broke past his cervix, the last few inches thrust inside Azra. Those barbed glans hooked on the opening to his egg chamber, tying them in place. The sharp, burning pain of this penetration a bright ache that overwhelmed and undermined Azra’s sense of self. His guts clenched up, his sex crushed the fat throbbing meat inside him.

“F-fuck that is one snug snatch,” King said as he ground his hips into Azra. “I’m about to cum, Azzy, want to know what happens when I do?”

“Pl-please… d-don’t…”

“Rrrr, too late to beg now, can feel my balls bunching up. Ready to blow, you know, Azzy? Fuck when you squeeze on me like that—you sure you don’t want me to breed you?”

“Take it… out,” Azra said. “I’ll g-give you anything.”

“Shame, all I want is a new pet. Which this will do. See those pretty scales blossoming on your belly—once I cum those are going to spread fast. The loin-oil is just one part of the ritual, this,” and King flexed his lower abdomen, dick shifting inside Azra and lifting him up a little, “This part is the other, and it’s my favorite.”

“No…”

“Rrrr, yes, Azzy, here we go.”

“Nonononono—ahn!” Azra’s vain protest turned to a strained moan as King’s cock twitched, so full of dick he felt the load travel the length of the underside of that shaft before it erupted deep in his core. His exposed, fertile new egg chamber immediately drenched and drowned in lizard cum. “Shit… so warm…” Azra breathed, tears rolling down his cheeks as the pleasure overwhelmed him and he came, hard. He squirted all over the floor, which quickly became a deluge of King’s cum, as the thick, ropey cascade semen overflowed his womb, down his vent, and spraying onto the floor in gooey strings and silver filaments of smelly lizard cum. And as Azra’s body burned with fresh waves of pleasure, something else sizzled on his stomach. Blinking past tears, he noticed on his lower abdomen a glowing sigil of King’s fangs. It glowed rhodamine then darkened into a violet tattoo on his gut. Worse, though, was watching his skin slough off in favor of scales.

“That little tattoo marks you as mine, Azzy. So long as you have it, there’s one thing you serve and it’s this,” King said as he gyrated his hips just enough for those barbs to tug painfully on Azra’s cervix. Or it should have been pain. Instead Azra groaned and had another orgasm. His body seemingly even more sensitive to King’s wiles. He clenched helplessly on the pike impaling him as he felt his body itch and burn, bones beginning to ache sweetly. Like growing pains but magically charged with a heat that made it feel as though something was pent up in Azra, in need of release.

And then from his tailbone, a silver-scaled tail pushed out and grew supernaturally fast. The experience caused another wave of heat, dopamine, and endorphins to flood his body with bliss. The magical drug of King’s body fluids making this twisted transformation a delight. Any horror undergirding what happened to him was washed away by the pleasure of bones snapping into place. Like he emerged breathless, near drowning, his body sucked in ragged lungfuls of air tainted with the rotten, musky odor of King’s cum pooling in a growing puddle on the floor as the reptile’s balls continued to dump fresh waves of seed into the bloated, former Sun King.

“That’s it Azzy, let it wash over you. So cute with all your little moans and squirming and cumming on my cock. I knew you’d want this.”

No, he didn’t want this. This was being forced upon him… but when it felt this good could it be possible that—no. Azra couldn’t let the pleasure win. It made him dumb, submissive, and stupid. He needed to figure out a way to reverse the changes to his body, to his face, which even now burned and buzzed as his bones fluidly rearranged, pressed outward into a muzzle and snout of a reptile, his eyes slitted and yellow.

Suddenly, King released him, and Azra fell onto the floor, still very much attached to King’s cock as he scrabbled to get to all fours, pushing his rump back into King’s hips so those barbs tugged less painfully inside him. His whole body had been changed now. To a digitigrade lizard with a long tail that had reflexively wrapped partially around King (who was far too big and thick for Azra’s new tail to wrap all the way around).

“You make a pretty lizard, Azzy. You’ll look even better in a month when you push out my eggs.”

“You’ll… I’ll, hah, escape this.”

“Sure you will, Azzy, in the meantime…” King reached down and groped Azra’s butt, lifting his tail and thumb rubbing against his soft, dark grey pucker.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Training this other hole for its day in the sun,” King said as he hocked a loogie onto Azra’s crack. He rubbed his thumb into it and then pressed that digit down into Azra’s rump. Absolum, Azra groaned when that digit punched inside, clenching down on the dick still splitting him open. “That’s it, Azzy. You’ll be my happy little pet soon enough, just wait.”

“No… I don’t want to be anyone’s, hah, p-pet.”

“Shhh, no words,” King said as that thumb pushed deeper, up to the first knuckle. “Just enjoy what daddy does to you, pet.”

More and more, Azra did, and that’s what scared the once-Sun King most of all.