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It had been nearly two weeks since Rook had set out for his journey to the neighboring kingdom; the dragon staring stalwartly ahead while riding his horse as the rain poured down on him. He was reaching the hardest stretch of the journey, a four day ride between two border towns that were hardly more then glorified trading posts, and once he had gotten to the other side he would likely be expected to deal with any demonic activity before continuing on to his actual quest. As a member of the holy order of demon slayers it was his oath-bound duty to provide for whomever needed it, but with the trails growing increasingly muddy it was looking more like he would be losing a day as the sound of the rain filtering through the canopy of leaves above him. Rook's fangs bared slightly into a snarl as he mentally chastised himself for not just staying at the first town when he could sense the rains coming, but when one is a demon slayer anything marked urgent is a means for them to get to their destination as soon as possible. But as the already dark grey skies began to lose what little illumination they had, he knew that soon it would be more than reckless to continue on, it would be downright dangerous. The last thing he needed was harm to come to him or his horse while stumbling around in the dark, and as he looked around while there was still light to do so he found himself coming across a structure that was just off the path. It was an old alehouse, something that was likely established during the rising of trade between the two kingdoms and abandoned when a large band of raiders had swept through the area in order to prey upon the trading route. But while Rook was disappointed to see that it was not active, it was at least a roof over his head that he could keep out the majority of the rain. There might even potentially be a hearth that he could stoke a fire in to keep warm, the chill of the air long since seeping past the metal of his armor and into the bright red scales that were underneath. It likely meant that he would be sharing with whatever denizens of the forest had the same idea, but unless it was something like a bear he would be fine as he carefully brought in his horse to the small stable on the other side. Once he was convinced that the somewhat rotted wood wouldn't collapse on them, the knight took the feed bag and made sure that his horse was settled in before heading to the front door of the building. It opened with a loud, squeaking creak, and while the hinges held Rook knew that this would not be worth trying to lock or barricade as he slowly walked inside. With night quickly falling in the woods the shadows of the tavern were growing rapidly, but with his augmented sight his yellow eyes could scan the area for any potential threat. As he had suspected there was little in the building other then the furniture that had been left behind, anything else that could have been put into a wagon was done so and hauled off. But as the dragon had hoped there was a functional fireplace that could be used, and with the rations that he had procured he would at least be able to dry off and wait out the night in this place as the rains continued to pound on the roof overhead. Though water was coming down into the building in small rivers, Rook managed to find enough dry wood that he could keep a decent fire going, but as he explored the abandoned building he suddenly felt a tingle go down his spine. There was something in this place, something... unnatural, and with his constant vigilance he immediately became aware and activated one of the sigils inscribed on his armor in holy prayer. Almost immediately that sensation of foreboding vanished, and as he continued to look through the house he eventually found a collapsed wooden bookshelf in the corner of the room he guessed was the master bedroom. Though the wood was nice and dry for the fire he merely made a mental note and continued to dig through the debris until something caught his eye. The roof in this area was also partially collapsed, and in the dying light Rook saw something glint that caused him to pause. It was an artifact, one that was tainted with some sort of demonic essence that made him even more weary. It was possible that the raiders that swept through this area could have dropped it while looking for things to plunder, or maybe there was a different reason that the owner of this establishment left. Either way it was regarded with caution and scrutiny as he carefully used his sword to pick the item up. "What have we here," Rook said, eyes glowing slightly as he used his demon hunter powers to continue to protect himself by channeling energy through the sword. The silver chain of the amulet he found crackled with electricity from the mingling of holy and unholy energies, the dragon averting his gaze from the star sapphire wolf head pendant to keep from being influenced by it. "Something left for the curious onlooker to stumble upon, perhaps curse the wearer. Either way it's not something that I could just leave aside for someone less equipped to deal with, and since I have nothing else that I can really do tonight..." Keeping the amulet at arm's length, Rook continued to carry it through the rotting in and towards the hearth where he had already got the fire going. He would need a bit of charcoal to perform his ritual of cleansing, something to draw around the stone to contain its power and start removing its essence. But trying not to burn himself as he reached in for one of the sticks while keeping the amulet on his sword was proving to be a harder task then he had thought, especially with the strain of the journey and already holding up his blade for a while starting to take its toll. As he made one last reach and curled his clawed fingers around a piece of partially burnt wood, Rook heard the sound of metal sliding on metal and turned just in time to see the amulet land on the floor with a loud thud. Though Rook frowned at that he decided to leave it be instead of attempt to pick it up again, focusing his protections on himself instead of the amulet while he got the burnt end of the stick prepared. As he moved about however he could start to feel a presence starting to form once more, unfettered by the holy energies that had been keeping it from manifesting. The demon that had resided in the piece of jewelry was thankful that he was able to finally move about without being suppressed, but as its ethereal gaze fell upon the demon hunter he found a challenge before him. The holy symbols on his armor prevented him from being harmed or possessed in any way by the amulet, and it was unlikely that a creature such as the dragon would make the foolish error of putting him on even with coercion. But there was more than one way to skin a dragon, and as Rook focused on finding the unbinding ritual that would untether any demonic energies on the item he could suddenly feel a tendril probe its way into his mind. It was quickly burned away by the power that was coursing through his body, but the fact that it had managed to manifest in the first place gave the demon hunter a bit of concern. There was no way the effect of an artifact such as the one before him could do such a thing, and that made him wonder if there was much more to it then initially met the eye. He had heard tales of demons that had managed to manifest into this world by possessing objects, especially if they were specifically created fetters meant for the sole purpose of bringing demons into this world. Foolish creatures, Rook thought to himself as he felt another tendril probe his mind for information only to immediately fight it off. In a moment of weakness he had allowed his disdain for those that would create such things to leak through his normally vigilant thoughts, especially when there was potentially a demon present. He couldn't understand why they would do such things as sell their minds, bodies, and souls, usually just for a bit of power or some sort of material wealth. It was irresponsible and lazy, and something that he had grown tired of cleaning up after as he found the proper ritual for dealing with a demon-possessed object. As those thoughts bubbled up into the surface they were caught by the one inside the amulet, and the demon within realized he had found a small crack in the otherwise impenetrable armor of the demon hunter. More tendrils of demonic influence slithered their way into the mind of the dragon, and while they initially posed as more probes into the mind of the creature there was also another purpose that they had. At the feeling of animosity towards those that would summon such things, the demon had also detected something else that he could capitalize on, especially with how weary the dragon was from traveling so long in the rain. With only a bit more prodding the face of the dragon turned into a grimace as he looked at the number of steps that he would have to take in order to make this ritual even have a chance at working. And for what... the life of a demon hunter was hard, and while there were some that properly thanked them for a job well done, most just expected for them to take care of their problem and move on. There were others that looked up on people such as him with suspicion, and the more he thought about it the more it caused a grimace to form over his scaly muzzle. As he started to scratch the charcoal-tipped stick to make the circle on the floor he found that he was encountered another problem regarding the integrity of the rotted floorboards. The area around the hearth was particularly leaking, and while the thick stone protected the fire that was crackling inside it did little to help the wood surrounded it. He had to get it on the stone, Rook realized, and while he could attempt to use his sword again he merely reached out while relying on the sigils of his metal gauntlets to protect him. It was unlike him to be in such a distracted state as he took a deep breath and grabbed for the chain, once more feeling the crackling of holy energy versus the demonic essence. If he had been paying attention he might have noticed that the sparks were a lot more muted then the first time, but the only thing that his mind seemed to be stuck on was the hard life that he had chosen for himself. In his head he wondered how many times he had deprived himself of something just so that he could serve the greater good, and it made him wonder if he had made the right choice in taking the oath of the demon knight. A soft but audible gasp escaped from Rook's muzzle as he realized what thought had crossed his mind. While he had been having some thoughts like that for a while, especially when he went on long missions like this one, he had never before so blatantly thought about his oath like that. But even as he balked at the admonition of his duties there was a thought that bubbled up into his mind, something that pushed his thoughts to think that his duty to the kingdom was becoming and anchor around his neck. But there was no way for him to ever have a chance to try something else, the voice in his head whispered, he was forever bound to the service of the demon hunters. "Sometimes I wish that I had decided on a different life,' Rook muttered, but as he felt a warmth suddenly spread up his arm he looked down and realized in shock that he had still been holding onto the amulet. "I wish that I had a different life." Before Rook could even try to react there was a powerful surge that cascaded through his body as well as the inn itself. For a few brief seconds he saw the fire getting blown out and the stones on the hearth cracking from the psychic pressure, and as he felt himself getting lifted up into the air everything was happening in slow motion. The already damaged wood splintered and warped while the roof was blown completely off of the rest of the structure. It was all originating from the amulet, and as his eyes fixated on it the glow from the jewel was becoming brighter and brighter. It quickly grew so intense that he couldn't even look at it anymore, and as the sounds of crashing and breaking filled his ears eventually it all became overwhelming... ******************* Eventually the white light and roaring of destruction that had completely engulfed his very being had started to finally fade away, leaving behind a ringing in his ears and spots in his eyes. The first thing that he noticed even as his senses were recovering that he was warm; it was a far cry from the chill in the ruined inn. Even with the fire crackling in the hearth he had only started it, but what he was feeling was all encompassing and seeping into his bones. It felt really good, and as the white of the light was replaced with the warm orange glow of torches he also felt lighter, the armor that usually adorned his body no longer felt on his fur... ...fur? The sensation of something other than scales adorning his body had been a shock, but before he could even process the information there was something far more attention catching happening between his legs. As the scene around him revealed a rather rowdy inn he found himself behind the bar, and while at first blush he thought that maybe he was the bartender he found his focus being brought to the one that was bobbing up and down on his cock. His eyes widened at the sight, but suddenly found his entire body flushed with arousal as he could see the looks of those that were on the other side giving him knowing smirks and lustful gazes. They clearly knew what was happening, and to his surprise he found himself giving them a big smile and a thumbs up with one hand while the other remained tangled in the fox's hair. The fox was the bartender, Rook suddenly realized, though he had never met this person in his life he found that this position felt like one he had been in quite a few times before. It was one of the ways that he paid his tab, which he had always found humorous since he was the one getting sucked off in exchange for drinking at the tavern all night... except that wasn't the case, right? It was hard to keep track, especially with that expert tongue that was swirling around his shaft while he used his hand to push the other man's muzzle down. There was no way he was going to figure anything out like this, Rook managed to think above the haze of lust, and he decided that if he was going to do anything he was going to have to finish this off. He could also just pull the bartender off of him, but he felt like that would be rude after all the consideration he had given him all these years... even though he hadn't. But once more he let that confusion get swept away by the pleasure of pumping his hips up into the warm muzzle, though one thing he did notice was that while he was covered in striped fur and lost his red scales, he hadn't lost his muscles. In fact, as he continued to look down at the fox, he was looking even more ripped then before. While a demon hunter needed to keep himself in good shape, it was nothing compared to what was required for being a barbarian. As he thought about that the profession suddenly seemed to fit this form much better, and though he wasn't completely sure in what he was he could only guess that it was some sort of feline, probably tiger. Yes, he was a tiger, but he still remembered being a dragon just a few minutes ago as he began to hump his hips forward. The skilled maw and his own ramped up libido made Rook cum rather quickly, letting out a loud groan that had caused several nearby to snicker. "Damn it Rook, you better not have worn out my bartender again," another man, this one a very large falcon with a bit of a pot belly, said as he moved by. "At this rate I'm going to make you serve the drinks while he recovers." "Relax Martin, your boy just getting a little mouth workout," Rook found himself saying, the words coming out of his mouth before he had even realized it. Even as he gave the falcon a smile while watching the other man roll his eyes, Rook had found himself inwardly shocked at how natural it had felt. His voice had a deep, smooth timbre to it that had a slight hint of gruff, something that came from a life of saying what he wanted and letting out roars of power and pleasure equally. As more memories began to surface in his mind, ones that were not his own, he found himself to have gotten into being a barbarian at a somewhat early age. He was not the stalwart demon hunter, he was someone that spent their days fighting and fucking whomever he wanted. He couldn't give two craps about demons, not when he had creatures like the fox man wrapping their lips around his fat cock. As he allowed the bartender to pull of his softening member, which had caused a shiver of pleasure to go down his spine, he looked around for something to cover himself up and found a leather thong and loincloth that were supported by a belt. As the vulpine stumbled and got to his feet Rook bent down and attached the barbarian belt to his furry waist. It was still something getting used to, Rook thought to himself as he continued to feel his thick muscles shifting and rippling with every movement. Even though he felt somewhat big and bulky he still moved with a smooth grace; while he wouldn't be winning and dance contests, he could definitely move gracefully in the battlefield. As he got around to the other side of the polished wood of the bar he had to take a second to lean against it as more memories surfaced. They gave him powerful images of him in battle, wielding huge weapons like the twin axes that he remembered were in his room despite not having put them there, feeling a connection to them as he shook his head. Once he had cleared his mind once more Rook went to the bar to see if there was anyone of his regulars that he could have some fun with, whether it was gambling, drinking, or something else, when he happened to see someone that had caught his eye. He found himself eyeing up the rather handsome, very muscular tiger that he saw staring back at him, but as he blinked a few times and found the other creature doing the same, he realized that it was him. It was a rather large mirror that was hung up near the back of the tavern, and as he continued to look at himself he found his hands being brought up to the thick fur of his pecs before trickling down his washboard abs. He was absolutely stacked, and they were not just for show as his usually precise sword method of a demon hunter was warring with the whirlwind hack and slash of a barbarian. There was a whistle that came from the main drinking hall that was clearly directed to Rook, which caused him to grow flushed with both embarrassment and arousal at having stared at himself so lustfully. There were a few that his modified memories identified as friends, a lot of them fellow warriors and other adventurers that he had traveled with. All of them were happy to have him as part of their team, and while he had gotten several offers to permanently join various parties he had always declined them. He was a free spirit, and considering his prowess and increasing legend status he really didn't have to worry about getting work as he had one smaller kobold man practically hanging off his meaty arm while he drank a mug of ale with the other. But even as sat there in the company of others, Rook still felt incredibly strange about all this. There was still the demon slayer part of him that knew that something had happened to him, but the barbarian tiger that was sitting there was having a lot of fun. There was no rules or regulations with this new life, that even as he continued to get used to his new feline muzzle as it leaned in and kissed the mage that was sitting across from him. Even though he was supposed to have a much thicker tail from his draconic form, he was still able to keep his balance quite well with the ropy feline version. Just as Rook was starting to grow a little more comfortable, the door suddenly opened once more and triggered the awareness of the tiger barbarian. When he glanced over at first his brain hadn't given it any mind, but when it finally caught up with what he had just saw it had caused him to do a double take. It was a red dragonborn clad in glittering armor, and as soon as he had walked inside it had caused the entire room to go quiet. It was the typical response that was given to a demon hunter, but as Rook continued to stare he was far more stunned by the fact that he recognized the creature from his memories. It was Rook... but there was something different about him. Though his memories and thoughts were starting to grow more muddled and intertwined with one another, this version of him had a smirk on his face and walked with more of a saunter then the usual regal walk. But seeing the dragon had brought the tiger barbarian to his feet, and before the others that he had been sitting with could stop him, he had gotten up and lumbered towards the other man. The dragon version of Rook had spun about upon his approach, and though the first thought that the tiger version of Rook had was to grab him by the armor and pin him to the wall in rage he had managed to temper it and tower over him. "Oh, well aren't you a big boy," the dragon said, looking around to see if anyone had followed the barbarian up before leaning in. "How are you enjoying yourself, Rook?" "You... did something to me," Rook replied, putting a clawed finger on the shiny armor of the dragon. "How did you do this?!" "Careful now, my barbarian friend," the demon knight replied as he patted the striped fur of his bicep. "You don't want to go into a rage and tear up the place. Why don't we take a little walk and we can speak a little more openly." Though Rook was about to shout that he wasn't going to get angry, he realized he was about to roar it out while he could feel his temples throbbing. When he took a deep breath to calm himself he could still feel his eye twitch when he saw the dragon smirking at him, but there was no way that he could pay the tab if he smashed up the bar... again. The images of the rather rowdy brawl that he had started a year or so became fresh in his mind, as though the scene was conjured into his mind. The memory was so visceral, it caused him to shudder slightly as he walked behind the dragon outside of the tavern. The cool night air ruffled through the fur of the tiger barbarian as they made their way out onto the dirt road. The smell of rain lingered in the air and when he saw the puddles on the ground, and though he continued to follow the other man he found his muzzle tilted up into the air. He could sense the weather... that was something that was fairly nifty, and would have been useful in his previous life. It was getting harder to think of the dragon form that was before him as his own, though he continued to follow the other man into the alley he used his newfound stubbornness to try and keep hold of it to figure out what was going on. When the dragonborn knight turned around finally he found the thickly muscled tiger standing directly behind him. "Alright dragon," Rook growled, practically pushing his pectorals up to the muzzle of the smaller man. "Talk." "Mmmm, you're far more domineering in this form," the dragon replied, the pretense of his noble knight persona dropping completely from his face. "My name is Kona, and I'm here to help you... acclimate to this body of yours. Now you were doing pretty well there in the tavern, but when someone makes a wish like yours I find it a personal responsibility to follow up." "A wish?" Rook growled; partially in anger, but mostly in disbelief. "I didn't make any-" Suddenly Rook let out a gasp as a mental image once more filled his mind's eye. This time it was him in his dragon form, grumbling and miserable in that broken down in trying to deal with that amulet. When he remembered the words that had left his mouth his eyes widened slightly. He actually had made a wish, and in doing so he had allowed the creature before him to completely change him. But it wasn't just his body or even his mind that the demon had changed, somehow he had completely given him a different life somehow. It was unheard of that a desire demon could warp reality in such a way, but as he was about to demand how he did such a thing the dragon seemed to sense his question and brought a scaly finger to his lips. "Such thoughts are unbecoming of a big, sexy barbarian such as yourself," Kona said as he leaned forward, pressing against Rook's furry chest. "Why do you need to think about the affairs of demons, unless someone is telling you to hack and slash them up, something like that should be kept to the professionals." "I... you know..." Rook started to say, trying to refute what the dragon was saying. It was hard for him to refute what he was saying, especially since he had just been complaining about that life back in the inn. It was a stark contrast; being in an inn surrounded by people that clearly respected him and his abilities, versus being huddled in a decrepit building alone. The point that Kona had brought up also was starting to erode on his sense of duty and obligation. As he looked down at his strong, calloused hands, he realized that he had taken no oath when it had come to the demon hunters in this form. There was nothing that stopped him from enjoying anything he wanted in life, even the company of a demon that was wearing his former body like some sort of costume. It was a hard concept to wrap his head around, and his befuddlement only caused the smirk on Kona's face to widen even more at seeing the confusion on the feline's face. Once more Kona told him not to worry his pretty little head about such things. Barbarians were there for one thing and one thing only, and that was to be the pure muscle on the field while the others made sure that he would remain alive. There was no need to bog his mind down in such things as tactics, there was nothing that he couldn't defeat with a liberal application of weapon and muscle. The latter was also good in other situations, and as the two continued to walk he suddenly found himself pausing as he saw someone that had caught his eye. It was a young stud of a horse man that cutting and chopping wood, no doubt finishing up for the night before the flames of his nearby forge died out for the night. Though not nearly as big as him, the guy had quite the physique as he finished chopping the wood while completely shirtless. He could immediately feel his maleness stirring in his pants, but he immediately found himself turning away. His lusts were rising more quickly then he had anticipated, and while he had appeared in the middle of the situation with the bartender, the thoughts he had been having would have been enacted by himself. "He's pretty hot," Kona said, Rook glancing to where the dragon stood next to him. "Why don't you go ahead and indulge?" "Letting lusts run wild are a surefire way... to..." Rook started to say, only to realize as he thought about it that this wasn't the first time he had a fling. There were so many men that had bent themselves over to him. "I... well..." "Still thinking like a demon hunter," Kona said with a dark chuckle, giving the tiger a firm pat on the rump that caused him to jump slightly. "Barbarians don't think about all that stalwart fortitude crap just to make sure demons can't influence them, again, that's not your problem. You cleave such creatures in two, now go ahead and do the same to that stud that you've still been eyeing up even while we talked." Rook felt his cheeks burn slightly from being called out, but he found that Kona had a point. Why had he bothered worrying about the affairs of demons, that wasn't his job. Leave it to the hunters, he was there to just take out anything that had happened to be in front of him, and that including the one that was starting to stack up the wood. As he began to walk up towards the other man he wondered if he would go up and ask him if he wanted to have some fun, but the closer he got the more he wanted to do more then just talk. It was a bold move, but when the horse man went up to stack the freshly-cut logs onto the pile the tiger went up right behind him and pressed his chest against the equine's back while letting out a soft growl. "Oh... you must be Rook," the horse said after letting out a soft gasp, especially when he could feel the maleness of the other man throbbing against his rear. "I've heard a barbarian was in town. I didn't think that I would catch your eye..." "You thought wrong," Rook growled as he went from pressing against the sides of the horse to go down to his pants. "What's your name?" "Jack," the horse replied, hearing a tremor of nervousness but also excitement in his voice. Though he had taken the equine by surprise it was clear that he was interested in being taken by such a powerful creature, even if it was bent over his woodpile. "We are... quite exposed." "Don't worry, no one is going to bother us," Rook said with a smirk, undoing Jack's belt and letting it fall to the floor. "And if anyone does, they'll have to answer to me." The horse just responded with a loud moan, his back arching slightly as the tiger had already started to push the tip of his cock between the cheeks of the one in front of him. With one hand guiding his thick maleness into the smaller male, the other slowly snaked around to grip around the surprisingly hefty horse cock that the guy sported. Jack just let out another groan as he was leaned forward against the wood pile, feeling it shift slightly as the barbarian took control. The feeling of having this guy just submit to him had caused his cock to throb hard, and with the lower body of the equine already exposed it was his turn. Feeling the submission of the large man had already made his loincloth tent, and with one deft movement of his hand he had let his own loincloth drop to the ground as well. His thick cock was already jutting out from his groin, and with his thick chest pressing against the back of the other man he used that same hand to guide his maleness into the waiting tailhole. But even though he could feel his primal needs surfacing, there was still a part of Rook that was telling him that this wasn't right. As his gaze looked over at the dragon that was still standing there he knew that creature was a demon, that part of his old life still burning brightly in his mind. But the toll of having other memories, more impactful thoughts that went against the tenants of the demon hunters that he had been a part of. Strangely enough even with the dragon being a reminder of his former life it wasn't reinforcing those memories, in fact as he began to push into the horse it felt like it wasn't even his life he was remembering. But all that was becoming increasingly distracting as the tiger felt the tight walls of the tailhole clamp around his cock. He could hear the crunch of the bark on the logs from the horse gripping the log pile, a concerted look of pleasure painted on his face as Rook began to pant himself. This creature was giving so willingly to him, allowing him to just take the pleasure that he wanted even though he was returning it in kind. As he continued to reach around he found that the Jack's maleness was practically pushing up against the wood as well from being fully erect, and as he slowly stroked it he found it weighing on his barbarian brain. That was the tenant of the Barbarian; there was no need for all the intensive and time-consuming mantras to cleanse themselves, or the need for him to pull back and to reserve his desires in order to keep himself pure. He could just... do whatever he wanted, and that included starting to pump his hips forward and keep sliding inch after inch of thick tiger cock into his latest conquest. With the fog of lust settling into his mind, it was getting harder for him to even care that there was anything but the indulgence of his base pleasures. That was what a barbarian did, after all, and soon the only thing that was going through his mind was the speed of his thrusts as he pounded the horse in front of him. Soon the two of them were huffing and panting as Rook humped into him, the sounds of their groans and bodies slapping against one another echoing through the air. Neither of them cared if they were seen or not, their noises enough to warn anyone from wandering down into the alley. It wasn't the first time that he had done such a thing, even when he was in this mindset he could remember other times that he had done things like this. It was rare when he was denied, and often when he wasn't with an adventuring party splitting skulls, he got to split open cheeks or lips from those who enjoy laying with a massive tiger like him. Rook got slightly carried away though, and eventually the wood pile got knocked over with one final massive thrust from the tiger barbarian. With the horse falling forward as well the two both had to orgasm while writhing on the ground, Jack letting out a whinny as he was being pumped up full by the feline behind him. The two remained like that for a while as the climax passed, and when the horse looked back at Rook while lying on all the logs the tiger just gave him a sheepish grin. The barbarian volunteered to help him stack everything back up, which with his strength was a rather easy task before thanking Jack with a kiss. Once he was finished Rook was about to walk back to the tavern, only to realize that Kona was still there. "Not bad," Kona said with a grin. "Told you that it's much better embracing your new life." "I... just needed to blow off some steam," Rook replied, a brief flare-up of his old life giving him the stubborn pride of a demon hunter. It was very brief however, and as the dragon once more gestured for him to follow he found himself following his old form once more. "So, are you just going to keep following me around and watching me?" "Actually, considering how well you're taking to this new life of yours, I feel like we're getting to the final act," Kona replied while gesturing to a building with his hands, Rook recognizing it as the inn. "Come with me, it's time for you to show me just how much you learned, my tiger barbarian. Let's see just how much you want to keep this new life of yours." Rook found himself swallowing hard, feeling the finality of that statement as the dragon made his way into the inn. By this point this new life was overwhelming the old one, and he knew that if he went with the demon there would be no way that he could ever walk his way back to it. But... he also really didn't want to go back, the sense of freedom that he had at just being a big, muscular barbarian that he had ever felt before. It was an incredibly tempting lifestyle, one that could only be offered by a demon as he bit his lip while staring at the door... A few minutes later Kona was walking into the room of the barbarian, and as he turned back around he saw Rook right behind him. The tiger muttered something about this being his room anyway, and as he looked around he could see that there was gear that he normally wouldn't see. A fur cape, a set of axes, and a rather large sword were all leaning against the wall, as well as his pack that contained a bedroll and a few other things. As a barbarian he would always travel rather light, often enjoying sleeping out in nature, and when he wanted to have a tent he could just share a tent with one of the traveling companions that he was with. It was another aspect of his new life that he was being shown, and when Rook had managed to shake it off he turned back to see that Kona was sitting there completely naked. The armor that had been the trappings of the demon hunter were gone, replaced with nothing but the yellow and red scales that used to be his own. "As you can see, you're getting ready to let go of that former life," Kona said as he patted the area of the bed next to him. "We're getting rather close, and since we won't be seeing each other much longer I thought that we could go out with a bank." "So that's it?" Rook replied as he sat down next to his former self. "You're going to take my body and go after taking my life from me like that?" "Taking?" Kona asked in reply, chuckling darkly in a voice that was starting to sound slightly off. "You gave this life to me Rook, and in exchange I gave you something that you are going to enjoy much more, as per your wish. While I'll probably not use it very much, I thought that you would like to watch as you gave up the last grip that you had to this dragon that you despised so much." Rook was about to say that he didn't despite his previous life, but even before the words left his mouth he got a mental image of himself back in the inn. Was it a chance to go back to his previous life, or was the demon merely showing him his own state as he remembered sitting there huddled up at the hearth while it rained. He was reminded just how much he had been grumbling and fretting about how he wished that he could have a more carefree life right before he had encountered Kona's amulet. All it had taken was one misplaced wish and his guard being down, but perhaps it was all for the best as he found himself cupping his rather large, furry pectorals. As he had sat down next to the dragon he expected Kona to keep convincing him, but instead he just found the dragon's lips kissing against his own. It was an incredibly bizarre sensation kissing his own muzzle, especially since he could still remember feeling the draconic snout as his own. For a few brief moments he felt like he was kissing himself, but no sooner then he felt such a thing then he opened his eyes to feel his feline lips getting spread open by the long tongue. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Kona pressed those scaly hands against his chest, slowly sliding through the fur of his pecs and abs before pushing him back onto the bed. When Rook laid back he found his hands going to the back of his head, letting his biceps and pectorals flex for the dragon that was continuing to practically worship him. Though he still had a few questions for the creature that was startling to straddle him, it was hard for him to focus on anything as he felt his nipples getting squeezed. It was a delightful sensation that he wasn't used to, and even with the situation being bizarre he brought his hands up and clutched the sides of the dragon. He found that while his former body was rather muscular, his was much bigger and stronger as he found a slightly prideful smirk crossed his face. Kona's own smile widened as though sensing what Rook was thinking, feeling what little resistance he had towards potentially returning to his own life. The tiger let out a growling purr as he began to feel the scaly cheeks of the dragon pressing against his throbbing cock, which had already recovered even after two orgasms. He wasn't sure if it was from being a barbarian, the demon's influence, or just his own lusts coming to the forefront, but it didn't really matter to him as he could see the dragon slowly pulling back. A soft blush could be felt in Rook's cheeks as he saw a very familiar cock staring straight at him, and as Kona began to finally guide his own maleness between his cheeks his fingers twisted into the sheets. "Just let me take care of you, my barbarian king," Rook cooed, continuing to run a hand down the tiger's chest while he continued to guide the cock inside of him. "You deserve to have this body of yours worshiped by others, to have them marvel at your strength and stamina. This is the life that you want, isn't it?" "Y-yes..." Rook managed to gasp out, letting out a moan when the tip of his cock was engulfed by the warm heat of the dragon's insides. "I want this, I deserve it..." His chest was practically heaving as Kona continued to spur him on, wanting him to say it with more confidence as he slid down further on the tiger's cock. "Yes! I am a mighty barbarian, men envy my strength and virility!" That declaration was punctuated by a roar as Kona rewarded him by plunging down all the way to the hilt, the dragon's dick throbbing hard from the penetration while Rook's back arched. He was continued to spur on the tiger beneath him it only coaxed more of that new deep voice to growl and continue to mutter how good it was to be a big, strong barbarian. Once he had made sure that he was practically reciting a mantra the demon knew that it was time, and as he began to slid up and down on the thick cock the scales of his body began shift. The red and yellow scales were beginning to darken and turn black, save for blue markings as fur began to sprout everywhere. Rook had been staring up at the ceiling as wave after wave of pleasure was coursing through his body, but as he could feel every inch of his maleness getting squeezed by those tight walls he began to get into a rhythm that allowed him to breathe. It allowed him to bring his head up a bit, and as he did he couldn't help but let out a gasp of shock. The creature that was riding on his cock was not the dragon that he had started with, and while he could still see quite a bit of the old Rook, something else was definitely manifesting. With every thrust up, some of it aided by the tiger as he pumped his hips up, he began to finally see the true form of the creature that had given him the form he was currently in. Kona just waggled his eyebrows and licked his jobs as his teeth pushed out past his blackening lips, the draconic snout becoming more canine by the second. The red scales on most of his body had turned completely black, with blue fur also sprouting out over his entire body. The only place where his scales remained was on his hands and feet, but had also turned black as well. The pretense of being the proud demon hunter dragonborn was gone, and as he saw the creature leaning down towards him it caused Rook's eyes to widen. Yet Rook was not afraid of this creature like he knew he would have been. Cavorting with a demon in any capacity would have been something that would have been so abhorrent to him that it would have started a fight, but as a barbarian he knew that not only could he probably have this increasingly demonic creature in a headlock, but that he could enjoy himself with one and not care. There was no need to fight this one, not when he was stretching open the tight walls of the other man who was bouncing eagerly up and down on his member. As he was about to say as scuh he felt a clawed finger press against his lips, the demon leaning in with his cock sandwiched between their muscular chests as he whispered that he already knows and to just enjoy the ride. That was enough for Rook, but as he continued to watch the demon ride his cock he eventually pulled all the way up off of his member. The barbarian had reached forward to try and grab those furry hips, but the dragon-wolf creature had already adjusted his position and started to nestle between his thick, tree-trunk legs. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" Rook said with a snarl, his own maleness still twitching from the stimulation it had been receiving. "Putting that new tongue of yours to work?" "I'm going to be doing much more than that," Kona replied with a smirk, letting his sharpened fangs get slightly bared. "Don't forget this body was given to you by me, which means that I will be able to use it however I wish. That dominance of yours is good to everyone else, but you belong to me, my tiger." Though Rook could feel his assertive streak starting to flare up, he knew in his mind that it was true. The tiger's temperament was like the waves crashing against the shore; even though he normally enjoyed being on top of things, he also knew that the demon was responsible for the from he was in. There was also the connection made when he had seen his draconic form being worn by him, but with the last of it melting away to reveal the last of the demon's body it was just leaving the carnal bond that they were sharing. Though the memories remained in the mind of the tiger, his life as a draconic demon hunter had become just that... a relic of a past life that he no longer wished to indulge in. That feeling was accompanied by a wave of pleasure as the demon dragon-wolf had already started to nudge past the ring of muscle, his furry cheeks being spread open as the muscular creature started to press more against him. The eyes of the demon glowed with an unearthly blue light, and as Rook stared into them he could feel his entire body relaxing and allowing the thick shaft to push inside of him. It was something he would have never been able to do before, and the tiger barbarian found that having sex with a demon was becoming his new favorite past time. The thought of becoming a plaything of Kona was a somewhat appealing prospect, though Rook could sense that the demon was just looking for having a little fun with the muscular creature. Both Kona and Rook let out snarls of pleasure as the demonic length was starting to spread the tiger's hole open, sealing the new life completely. Any chance that the former dragon might have had in getting their old body back had evaporated with that first thrust, and as Rook was gestured to hold his own legs apart he found himself doing so eagerly. Even though he was a big, bad barbarian, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy having someone on top every once in a while, Rook mused, especially when that creature was a particularly stunning and and handsome demon man. As he could feel his insides being spread open he found one more aspect of his new life being revealed to him; that when he wasn't slaying monsters and other creatures, he found that he enjoyed getting into similar situations with them. Kona's pleasured gasps became punctuated by chuckles as he could sense the last vestiges of the tiger barbarian falling away. What little that had remained of his desire to go back to his old life had been consumed by the fires of pleasure and desire, both carnally and the lusts of his new life. They had shattered the last shackles of the demon hunter, by having a demon fuck him it meant that the barbarian that was left behind was truly free of his old life. It was quite the wish, and one that Kona was more than happy to fulfill for the horny feline as he sank his cock all the way up to the hilt inside him. The bed began to shake slightly as both Kona and Rook began to really get into it, their minds focused on the primal rutting between their bodies. There was no more need for any sort of pretense; Kona had already gotten what he wanted, and the tiger barbarian that he was thrusting into had the same clear, sharp focus on his spasming inner walls clamped around the demon cock inside him. With the acceptance came the focus of each other's bodies, and even as they began to shake the bed the feline still had enough tenacity to reach up and squeeze those rune-covered pectorals. It was the barbarian's turn to smirk as he got the demon to let out a low, deep moan while his hips began to thrust faster and harder... Those that were in the inn suddenly looked up as they began to see the rafters of the ceiling shake, but when they heard the voice of Rook shouting out various commands they almost immediately went back to drinking and conversing with one another. There were some that smirked upon hearing the amorous rutting of the rather large creature; it was something that they had grown used to, despite it technically being the first time that this had actually ever happened. If Rook was in any mind to think he would have thought that an impressive display of power, but instead the only thing he could think of was wrapping his thick legs around the powerful thighs of the demon to bring him in as he orgasmed. Once more the rafters shook and several patrons covered their drinks from the dust that was rattled by the powerful roars that came from the rooms above. One patron that was looking around in confusion eventually went up to the innkeeper, the cougar woman leaning against the counter. "Should we be concerned?" the lizard man asked, both sets of eyes gazing up at the second floor as there was a loud thud. "It sounds like a monster is up there." "You could say there is," the cougar replied with a small smirk. "And he's got a demon up there with him. Unless you're looking to get tangled up in what they got going, I would suggest that you stay out of it, you'd probably be broken in half regardless of how he interacted with you." The lizard man found himself blushing at the intonation, and when he looked over and saw the barbarian tiger walking down the stairs he let out a yelp and quickly went back to his table. The cougar just smiled and looked over at Rook, who had come over and put a few gold coins on the counter. "Really Rook, broke the bed again?" The innkeeper said with a slight sigh, which caused the tiger to grin sheepishly. "At this rate I would put you on the floor, but I'm worried you would put a hole in that too." "Not impossible," Rook replied. "I'll see about fixing it up for you, but I just need to have a conversation with my friend here first." Though the cougar continued to give him a look, she took the gold coins and motioned for him to move on. Rook looked back at Kona before the two of them left the inn, feeling the eyes of the others on their muscular forms while they went outside. The second that they stepped out, Rook found himself taking in the cool air of the night into his lungs, letting his chest swell out with the inhale before breathing out heavily. "I know that sound," Kona said, bringing the attention of the tiger barbarian to him, the demon not even bothering to disguise himself even with other people watching. "Sounds like my work here is done." "So it would seem," Rook replied with a chuckle, putting a hand on Kona's shoulder and reaching out with the other one. "Thank you Kona, I don't know what I would have done without you." "I imagine you would have probably attempted to kill me," Kona replied with a huff of his own as he shook the barbarian's hand. "Enjoy your new life, Rook." Rook just gave a thumbs up and started to walk towards the tavern once more, no doubt to continue to revel with those that were inside whom Kona had pulled him from in the first place. He knew that the former dragon would be happy, and it also took a demon hunter out of this plane of existence. At least, that's what the tiger barbarian likely thought. As he watched the other man walk away his features shifted once more, returning to the bright red luster as the clothing he had worn for modesty sake transformed into the armor of a demon hunter. The life hadn't just stopped due to the demon creating another one, and while the tiger barbarian would remain blissfully ignorant unless they happened to cross paths again, Kona was about to have a little fun of his own. But as Kona had suspected, Rook never even looked back at his former life anymore as he stepped into the tavern. It hadn't been erased or even overwritten, but he had another life that existed right alongside it that was the demon's creation. If he was still in his last occupation he would have been concerned that such a creature could have done such a thing just based on a wish, but as he was once more greeted by the same group that he had entertained before. There was a peace that had come with the acceptance of this new form, even with the demon hunter still lurking somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind it was easily ignored. "Welcome back Rook," the mage replied as the rabbit moved so that the bulky tiger could settle in. "We weren't sure if you were going to be turning in for the night with that dragon of yours. Was he a friend of yours?" Rook thought about it for a second, then chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, just someone that helped me out," Rook replied as he put his thick arm around the much smaller man. "Speaking of such, perhaps you could get me a drink? Throat's real dry right now." "Yeah, we heard all the way from here," one of the other warriors said, which caused the entire table to break out laughing. Rook just leaned back and smirked, basking in the admission of his prowess instead of being embarrassed or bashful at being heard in such a carnal act. Considering that he had already taken someone while outside, being a bit loud was nothing to him. It was what barbarians did, after all... and as Rook went over to the bartender he could see the vulpine immediately start to blush and grow aroused the second that he walked over. This was going to be quite the life, the tiger thought with a grin, and all he had to do was wish for it...