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The Dracolith Sea was rarely crossed - and for good reason. There could only be so many rumors of empty ships and missing people before common sense kicked in; these days, even pirates refused to sail on what many called the cursed oceans. The why of it all was never really known, and for obvious reasons, most people weren't too keen on finding out.

Its status as a legend, however, made it an easy way to escape pursuers. It was precisely what caused the inhabitants of the merchant ship Testimony to brave those troubled waters; the pirates chasing them had fled as soon as they began turning into the deadly seas. The merchants had cheered, of course, but each harbored a worry that the rumors would turn out to be more than mere legend.

They would have turned back - should have turned back, and would have if they had been able to. The chase, however, had thrown them too far off course for them to be able to correct their course. The supplies on Testimony would not last her men and women long enough, and so they had to sail on through and hope that nothing happened.

For a while, nothing did. The sailors and merchants on Testimony breathed a collective sigh of relief as they landed on the shores of civilisation. It was time to rest their weary feet, to celebrate their successful evasion of the pirates and drink to more. It was no wonder they all got a little bit drunk; even the captain allowed his normally stern facade to crack, swallowing more than a few gulps of ale in the taverns. They deserved it, after all they'd been through.

Perhaps the drinks were why Captain Karevo didn't think much of how one of the newer sailors had caught his arm, looked at him with shining eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and drunken lust. He'd forced his lips upon him in a sloppy kiss, the man far too eager and clumsy, and Karevo had pushed him gently away.

There was a faint string of drool connecting the lips of the two men, almost captivating in its nature, and for a moment Karevo actually considered bedding the man. The idea was insane, but oddly appealing; he'd never been attracted to men before, and yet the idea of bending this young new sailor before him...

Well, it struck a chord within him. Still, he turned away, knowing that would only lead to consequences down the road - he couldn't afford to show favouritism to any one of his men. There were plenty of wenches he could sate his lust with, anyway; there was no real need to begin exploring with one of his own men, no matter how suddenly tempting the idea was.

Karevo had written it down as nothing but another tavern incident - and therein lay the problem. It wasn't truly Karevo's fault, of course. No one could really have predicted what the saliva of a sea drake would do. Not many people even knew of the existence of the sea drakes; the creatures were exceptionally good at hiding themselves, and only scrying spells showed that those that claimed to see them were not simply insane.

Karevo lay in his bed, that night, tossing and turning in the heat of his room. They'd set sail again, towards the end of the day - but for whatever reason, his skin itched. It made it hard for him to properly relax; every so often, he would reach out and scratch away at more of his skin, feeling more and more distinctly uncomfortable as time passed.

His thoughts fell away as time passed. The saliva worked first on the very recesses of the captain's mind, removing all the unnecessary information - everything that wasn't important to him. There was no need for the traditional comforts of humanity when one could slip into the ocean and feel immediately at home, after all, and what was a human skin if not simply unnecessarily restrictive?

Karevo's mind fought, but just barely. The captain knew that something was wrong, but he struggled to pinpoint what it was; every time he seemed to get a hold of something important to him, it slipped away. What was left was the bare core of the man he was - a man that loved the seas and his son, who was brave and valued both strength and intellectual curiosity.

And with nothing but the core left, it was free to be twisted. There were still memories swimming about, of course, but they hung teasingly before his mind, drawing him to new thoughts and ideas.

He remembered the strange incident in the tavern, with more details called back to his mind - how the sailor had scratched at his skin every so often, how the flakes of flesh had begun to flake off to reveal something harder and shinier underneath... He'd not pried, assuming it to be something personal, but now that he thought about it...

He wondered what would have happened if he'd accepted the sailor's offer - if he'd kissed back, pushed the man into the wall to exert his strength and dominance. It had been a long time since he'd had any release, after all, and the kiss had been strangely pleasant. In his mind's eye, however, that man did not remain a man for long. He changed, his skin shedding to reveal smooth scales and a hardened face, and still they kissed against the wall of the tavern, carelessly rutting.

Karevo tore himself away from the fantasy and threw the covers off his bed, feeling a strange, sliding sensation over his eyes as he blinked. He blinked again, not quite sure what was happening - then noticed that a clear membrane closed itself around his eyes before his actual eyelids closed, a separate set of muscles he hadn't had before. This was perhaps where his fear and panic should have set in, and yet he felt nothing but a mild curiosity.

The saliva from the corrupted sailor spread slowly through his systems, and Karevo tore off the remaining clothes he wore, glancing at his skin with interest and intrigue. He should have been horrified at the way his skin was sloughing off, and he might have been if not for the smooth, slick scale revealed just underneath. It was beautiful, giving his body and musculature a smooth finish.

And it was glorious, he realised. He was aching for his transformation to finish,whatever this was; he could already feel the raw power running through his body, the feral strength he had never had before. He'd felt himself slowly losing his strength as he grew on in years, in fact, but whatever this was seemed to somehow be restoring him, reinvigorating him.

It wasn't just his strength, either, Karevo realised with a shudder of pleasure. His body seemed to betray him; it tingled and shook as it changed, but each new change felt more pleasant than the last - almost like someone was caressing his body, carefully and tenderly placing each scale on his newly forming body. The old skin fell away, but it was useless to him, now, after all; why be a pathetic little human when he could live as a powerful drake of the seas?

That was what he'd always wanted in his life, after all - command of the seas. Now he'd be able to have that control he'd wanted for so very long, as long as he allowed the transformation to finish. He could already feel it progressing, and Karevo let out a small groan of pleasure as it spread along his skin. His cock grew hard, and he grabbed on to the base, stroking it carelessly.

The skin slid along his shaft, somehow seeming to stretch and blend with the meat of his flesh as he stroked. He groaned and shivered at the sensation; it turned wet and slippery under his fingers, made each stroke all the more pleasing. A thin slit at the very tip of his newly reshaped dick dripped precum liberally, the smell somehow both that of fresh ocean and fish.

A part of him recognised that this was wrong. He had a son to take care of; he couldn't let himself be so easily taken by whatever strange magic had gotten control of him - yet wouldn't he be in a better position to protect the young man if he allowed the strength and virility of this new form take over? He'd never quite felt so strong, after all...

Karevo let out a low growl, the sound far deeper than any he'd ever made; the scales had spread along the rest of his skin, and his hands _changed_as he stroked. The sensation was almost enough to make him cum right then and there - it was only the magic sustaining his transformation that prevented him, told him to wait. There would be something even greater, whispered, halting the rapid strokes of his cock to slower, anticipatory caresses.

Thin webbing grew between his fingers as they lengthened and merged, five human digits to four draconic claws. His legs did much the same; the muscles of his thighs grew strong and powerful, perfect to facilitate passage through the water. His feet stretched, thinning out to form webbing much like his fingers, and the drake let out a shuddering groan as he lay back in the soft warmth of his bed.

His neck grew next, the scales extending into the long arch typical of sea drakes. Fins grew out from his neck and face, shimmering faintly in the light and wet with a light sheen of the former human's sweat. The final changes were quick - his face pushed itself out into a snout, his eyes sinking in and forming the fiercely bestial eyes of a drake.

The drake rumbled softly, the sound deep in his chest. He was still horny; his cock ached between his fingers, but though the scales felt good and slippery against his shaft, he couldn't help but feel he needed more. Yet there were no females on the ship for the taking... How could a beast like him show off his power, if not with a good rut? A true beast would show exactly how virile he was; that was what attracted mates, after all.

The creature stood, letting out a quiet grumble as his head hit the ceiling of the cabin. His mind cast itself to his son - a soft, pink little thing, unusual for a sea drake. He loved him nonetheless, of course, but he was twenty-three years of age and had yet to attract a mate! Perhaps there would be a way to solve both their problems at the same time... It was his duty as a father to show his son exactly how a virile male should act, after all.

A smile twisted onto the sea drake's muzzle as he forced his way out of his cabin, cracking the wood around the door. He plodded down the hallway towards his son, his footsteps slapping wetly against the floor and his cock throbbing eagerly between his legs. Perhaps his son would take to his lesson.

And if not? He'd just have to do it again.

A small part of the sea drake paused when he saw his son sleeping in the bed, his body bare on the sheets. Soft, weak flesh was all that kept him protected, and the father couldn't help but let out a small growl of discomfort. This didn't seem right; how could his son be such a tender little thing? He looked more fit to be food than the son of a great drake such as himself! But he had to remember patience, and as odd as the sea drake looked, he was still his son.

It was his job to show the young drake what a true creature of the seas could do. The virility he had, the strength he possessed in every muscle... his cock throbbed with anticipation as he stepped closer to the sleeping young man. He'd had the name of Evigo, once, but the sea drake no longer remembered it; all he knew was that his son was in need of a proper demonstration of what a true drake was right...

And yet he hesitated. The sea drake paused to stare down at his son for a moment, unable to quantify exactly what it was that made him stop. There was a dissonance of sorts in his thoughts - something deep within him that protested, told him this was wrong. The sea drake shook his head and growled softly, irritated by his own hesitation; he leaned over his son, trying to see what was so special about him.

As far as he could tell, though, there was nothing. His thoughts slipped from his mind every time the concept of a human touched it; his perception had been altered, and he was simply incapable of seeing his son for what he was. As far as he was concerned, he was a sea drake, albeit a particularly weak and tiny little thing. He had the power to fix that, and still he hesitated.

What he didn't notice, however, was the drool that slipped from his mouth and onto his son's sleeping body.

Evigo squirmed and twisted in his dreams as the tainted saliva fell onto his body, the magic mixing into his blood and mind. For a moment, nothing really seemed to happen; the man only felt a strange tingle in his dreams, as though something was changing. The influence of the sea drake's magic, however, quickly became clear as it took root in his dreams.

They had been nothing memorable, at first - Evigo would have woken up in the morning not remembering a thing about his night. But the magic reached into the fabric of his mind and changed the nature of his dreams. What was a field of grass turned quickly into a roaring ocean.

As was typical of the nature of dreams, there was no initial panic, no worry as the water flooded his senses and his mind. If anything, there was a sense of peace instead - a tranquility that followed the roar of the ocean.

His dreams were playful, at first. His father's magic had only barely seeped into him, and it wasn't quite enough to throw him into the instinctual need and base primality of a sea drake. Rather, it appealed to his innate love of the ocean and the mysteries it contained within; he saw in the seas what anyone else would call a monster, and yet he was not afraid.

Evigo was fascinated, rather. He reached out to pat one on its snout, and it swam happily around him, serpentine body curling with the waves. He laughed, bubbles somehow appearing in the air before him, even as more creatures of the sea appeared. They swam around him, and the man's eyes shone brightly with joy and fascination.

The magic pulsed.

One creature approached him - a sea drake, not that he knew what they looked like. There was an odd sort of familiarity to him, almost as though he was a creature he should recognise. The lines on his face, the age... It was a handsome drake, certainly, but...

Evigo abruptly lost his train of thought as the sea drake rumbled softly. He felt himself pulled into strong arms, felt something warm and wet and slick press against his suddenly naked body. The part of him that should have found it strange shut itself off; instead, some part of him admired the virility of the drake, and its forward nature with its sexuality. It was something he could learn from, his mind whispered.

The drake maneuvered him gently in the water, spread his legs so that his ass was openly presented, and it made a low growl of approval. What Evigo didn't realise was that this was the same thing his father was doing, outside of his dreams; the drake had finally gotten over whatever aspect of himself was stopping him fron continuing, and he grunted with pleasure as he began to slide his length into his son.

It felt good. His son's hole was tight, warm... a virgin hole that had yet to be properly used. It was only right that he be the first to teach his son exactly how to present himself to others; a strong, virile male, capable of taking what he needed when he needed...

And the same thing was happening in Evigo's dreams, albeit filtered through the lens of a dream. Nothing that was happening was as strange as it should have been, and the more he allowed the drake to take his body, the less odd it seemed. It was only natural for a human and a drake to mate, after all...

Except that wasn't quite right, was it? Evigo blinked, startled, as he looked down at his body. It was no longer the smooth, pink human flesh; rather, he had the body of a young drake, sleek with scales and fins adorning his body. He moaned softly at the sight, wondering hands tracing his newly formed scales. It was beautiful, he thought.

The drake that was mating him seemed to think so, too, with the way it rumbled approvingly and thrust a little harder into him. Evigo groaned, enjoying the sensation that his new body offered him; he could feel every current of water against his scales. It felt almost like he was being caressed and embraced - even while the drake dominating him filled him, marked him.

And it felt so very, very good...

It felt like his dreams and worries were fading slowly away with each thrust, allowing him to indulge in nothing but the simple pleasure of the drake's cock pressing into his prostate. Evigo spread his legs a little wider, welcoming the strange creature further into him. His back arched in the water, panting breaths leaving his mouth and a long, serpentine tongue dangling out.

That was the moment he realised who it was that was marking him. This was his father. And the fact bothered him far less than he should have - incestual taboo, after all, was a human instinct. And what use did he have for human instincts when he lived in the ocean? His father was just showing him how to be a proper sea drake, anyway. This was how he should act, his mind told him. This was the dominance he should emanate, the perfect representation of bestial masculinity.

The sea drake moaned again, and this time it was half-confused; what was left of his human side told him that something was wrong, but the newly formed sea drake had no idea what about it could possibly be wrong. Wet fingers reached down to his slippery cock - now the slick, semi-rigid shaft of a sea drake, he absently noted - and stroked, his new body quivering at the dual sensation of being fucked while stroking himself.

The pleasure reached a crescendo, then. The sea drake jerked in his dreams, his eyes snapping open to see his father pressing into his body. A slick, warm shaft was sliding into his hole, stretching out strange pink skin that he didn't entirely recognise. He grunted softly, whining; he didn't like this new form... but as he felt his father push into him, those warm fluids leaking into his passage, he felt his body begin to change.

Unlike his father, the changes he went through were initially internal. He felt his innards shifting, making way for organs that could better process seawater and food, and he let out a short groan of discomfort. His father growled softly, snout nuzzling into his son's neck; it was simultaneously a gesture of comfort and a silent reprimand for allowing himself to show his weakness.

He was a beast of the seas. Weakness could not be shown.

The younger sea drake let out a small whimper and nodded, even as his locks of hair began to fall off to be replaced by sharp fins that protruded from his skin. They were smaller than his father's, but even then showcased his vitality - and he could only stretch his legs and spread them wide so his father could speed up his transformation. He had no idea what he was doing in such a silly little form in the first place, but as long as he allowed his father to take him, it would be all he needed.

Then he growled. Perhaps there would be a way to make his father proud of him, even. After all, wasn't it his lack of virility that his father was trying to correct? If he showed he could be a proper son, that he had the strength of a male to take all that his father was trying to give - perhaps he could earn his place.

The younger sea drake wrapped his still-fleshy legs around his father's hips, feeling a low rumble of approval as as he pulled the older drake deeper into his body. He watched with a certain fascination as scales spread along his skin and his legs elongated, giving him better leverage - but as fascinating as it was, that wasn't the focus of his thoughts. No, it was on the way his father pounded into him, the way the sea drake's muscles flexed and spittle flew from his mouth...

He understood now, as his body completed its change. The young drake moaned with pleasure and understanding as his father rammed into him one final time, and salty cum spilled into his passage in such volume that it stretched his hole and poured back out; this was how he could show his vitality, how he could attract both men and women as a mate. He needed to prove he was strong and virile, like his father. He needed to prove that he could take what he wanted.

His own seed burst out of him in that moment - and his father growled, giving his son an appreciative lick at the sheer volume he'd produced. The younger drake was drenched in his own seed, splatters of the liquid dripping from his face and onto the floor.

When he rose, however, it was with a faint smirk and a confident swagger, eyeing his father with lewd promise. He still had to prove his virility, after all.