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Prologue

There are many who claim that there is more to the world than we are aware of.

Some claim the existence of other planes, of other dimensions that connect loosely with our world. They believe these to be the source of all things supernatural. The more esoteric claims include the existence of Veils -- locations in which the fabric of reality are a little thinner than they ought to be, allowing energies from these other planes to seep into our world.

Whether these theories are true or not, it is undeniable that there remains much we do not understand about the planet that we live on. The diversity and prevalence of sapient creatures defies all logical explanation, and magic itself has resisted study for as long as the scientific method has existed.

Despite these mysteries, however, the world has continued to turn -- and its entrance to the modern age, though not without difficulties, has finally begun to settle. Science is almost as capable as magic, and new fields of study have cropped up to study the integration of the two. Differences between the various species of scale, fur, and skin have been put aside for the sake of a better society.

Our story, however, is not one of the world at large. Our story is that of a rain dragon named Teryx -- of the strength of his heart, and of the bond he forms with a creature not of this world. Whether the world will be shaken by their meeting remains to be seen, but that chance encounter was enough to change the course of his life.

Here is where it begins -- the first trial of many.

*

Teryx Commodore was a rain dragon of many interests. Others in his position might have been satisfied with where they were in life. He had a well-paying job, colleagues he respected and worked well with, and he excelled at what he did -- enough that he was one of the top considerations for a promotion. Accountant? Hah, he would be a manager! And he'd do a damn good job at it, too.

A dragon, however, could never be satisfied with only one calling in life. His day job was simply a tool with which to fill his stomach and give him the life he wanted -- a life of adventure, of intrigue. There was still much to discover, after all; the world was rife with ancient temples and crumbling ruins, mysterious artifacts that the best of artificers could not quite decipher. Adventuring was a legitimate profession, if one too inconsistent to make a living with, but Teryx was more than satisfied with the occasional trips he made to explore something new. There was an excitement in the discovery, and he had a little trick up his sleeve that gave him a little advantage over other adventurers.

He was, after all, a dragon. Dragons had a certain affinity for the magical arts. Though many would not suspect it of one such as himself, he was well-practiced in sensory spells. By expanding his aura, his awareness of his surroundings also expanded, and he could see all the nooks and crannies that others would easily overlook. He'd discovered more than his fair share of ancient artifacts this way, and kept a study where he would pore over them in his spare time.

So it was that Teryx found himself landing in the middle of a newly discovered temple, his tail twitching slightly in excitement. He could feel his blood beginning to pump through his body, and he told himself to calm; the natural aggression and dominance of dragons did little to help him with technique. No, to spread his awareness, he needed tranquility. He needed to immerse himself in his element, to be a gentle rain rather than a raging storm...

With his legs crossed in the middle of the temple, Teryx breathed out slowly.

Rain, he told himself. He pictured the gentle pitter-patter of falling water, and took a slow breath in. Relax. Let your thoughts go, and focus only on the energy around you...

Teryx could see his aura in his mind's eye -- a gentle shade of cyan humming around his body, darting around his skin almost playfully. Gently, he plucked at it, coaxed it to spread itself wide. Be as the rain, he told it, and in his mind he saw it: glowing droplets of energy, pouring down around him. Where it hit the ground, it scattered, turn into rivulets of almost-liquid that trickled into the gaps of the building. Shapes built themselves in his mind as his spell gathered information, the shape of the temple forming organically, the details slowly filling in.

Just like that, he knew.

On a physical level, the temple was almost too... ordinary. He'd been to other temples, built by other cultures. If there was one thing in common between them, it was that they were always magnificent -- built with the intent of worshipping some deity or the other, with every ounce of craftsmanship and majesty that the builders could muster. This temple may as well have been a wooden hut by comparison. It was little more than a single stone slab in the center of four pillars, each carved with a single strange rune. There were no hidden entrances, no traps, no elaborate rituals carved into the stone.

What was there had long since faded away with time. The runes themselves were barely visible, eroded by a combination of wind and rain. Those were his element, however, and it was hardly difficult for him to trace along the edges with his magic, to calculate the depth of erosion and from there recreate the temple in his mind. It was almost disappointing, how plain it was.

Teryx breathed out. Once more, he focused his mind, expanded his awareness -- the glowing drops of rain that was his aura began to slow, each droplet growing into an orb of light. There is more here that I have not seen.

Perhaps it was instinct, or perhaps it was his finely-honed senses that came from years of perfecting his meditation -- but where many others would have given the temple up for a dead end, something called for him to stay. There was a note about this place that seemed... different. Cracks in the stone where there should have been none, and a wavering stillness in the air that seemed to be a paradox in itself.

Reality is weaker here. It was rare for him to encounter areas like these. Magic was inherently stronger where reality was weaker, as though there was a force just waiting to burst through, to be called. What was unique here was that there were no elaborate circles with which to weaken reality, no hidden artifact that could be causing this -- at least not to the best of his knowledge. Is this natural to the area? Or is there something more here that I'm missing?

Teryx breathed in. The longer he stayed in his meditative state, the more aware he was of his body. His form of meditation was a fragile thing. The longer he remained in it, the more aware of himself he was -- everything down to the sensation of his blood pulsing through his veins and the steady beating of his heart. Even the sound of his breathing became prominent in his mind, threatening to break his concentration.

There was something else, he was sure of it. Something was different about this place, something that he was still missing. The way it responded to his magic seemed almost alive, though the reaction was so minute that he almost wondered if it was merely his imagination. The dust seemed to swirl in response to him, forming what almost seemed like patterns before abruptly dispersing.

It could have been his imagination -- but there was no shame in making a mistake, and there was more to be gained by assuming it was not.

He reached out to the presence he felt. However small it was, he had first triggered it with his magic. That meant that it fed on his magic in some way or another, or that it was drawn out by his magic -- perhaps even just the presence of life? Rather than spread his aura out like he had been doing to sense his surroundings, he gathered it within himself.

He was breathing. Teryx was acutely aware of the way his lungs expanded with every breath he took, of the way his chest shifted to accommodate them and the way the skin he wore stretched with his movement. He felt the brush of his clothing against him, the sensation suddenly far more present. The rustling of the trees threatened to become a roar in his ears as his magic drew upon his senses -- even the grit on the floor felt like pinpricks in his mind. He shuddered briefly. Focusing all his meditative attention on his body like this was always... distinctly uncomfortable.

Fortunately for him, he was quickly distracted. What came with his newfound awareness was a trickling sensation of something that did not quite belong -- a presence that he knew instinctively was not native to his plane. It swirled around him, curious, probing at his senses. Teryx responded, nudging back at the presence as best he could.

What followed was... difficult to describe. Suffice to say it was a flood of warmth in his body; the blood pumping through his veins seemed to briefly quicken, and the dragon felt his muscles briefly tense, almost swell. For the briefest of moments, it felt almost as if he was a different creature entirely -- something with far greater stature, with muscle layered over muscle. Threatening spikes adorned tough skin at various strategic points, mostly along the joints...

That was all the impression he got before the presence abruptly retreated from him, but it was enough to leave Teryx panting softly. The brief incursion had not left him without consequences. The dragon was hard beyond measure, his body trembling, and his eyes were briefly glazed over with lust as he struggled to gain control over himself. From the brief connection the strange presence had made with him, it almost seemed like the spirit had... wanted something from him.

And considering the current state of his body, it was fairly obvious what that something was. He contemplated briefly, of course, whether it was truly wise to go along with this -- but the truth of the matter was that Teryx was confident enough in his abilities that he didn't really care, and the presence had interfered with his libido enough that he wasn't sure he would last for the entire trip home. Shrugging off his worries, the dragon grunted, reaching down for his tenting pants...

The presence reacted. There was definitely something there, and whatever it was, it was excited by what he was doing. He felt entity's aura momentarily spike, then settle, as if eagerly watching.

The dragon smirked. If this creature, whatever it was, wanted a show -- who was he to deny it? Teryx knew damn well how attractive he was. "Never seen a dragon like me before?" he asked, not expecting an answer. He didn't quite get one, but he felt the presence shudder excitedly in response, and that was good enough for him. His cock hardened again, precum oozing through his shaft and soaking into his clothing.

No need for any of that. Teryx groped himself once more, letting out a soft growl as pleasure snapped up through his spine. A quick spell to phase his body and his pants slipped easily through his flesh, revealing the hot, hard flesh of his cock -- and there was a spike in the heat of the room, as though the sight of it was tremendously exciting to his unknown watcher.

The dragon grinned, squeezing the base of his shaft and dragging it along the length; his cock throbbed beneath his ministrations, and the momentary blockage was enough for his precum to build up. When he released his cock, the pent-up pre splattered with surprising force, splashing all over his hand and dripping onto the floor. A low hiss of pleasure slipped through his lips, the slick liquid making his fingers glide easily across the flesh of his cock.

Whatever the presence was doing, it wasn't staying idle. He could feel it reacting to what he was doing. It pulsed in time with his strokes, growing stronger as he reached the apex of his shaft, then weakening again as he brought his hand down to the base.

Teryx smirked, his tongue flicking briefly out of his maw to slide seductively along his lips; at the same time, he spread his legs, leaning back on the temple floor. The position allowed him to show off the smooth, lean muscles of his chest and his slim but well-defined body -- and the faint glimmer of his sweat as it began to trickle down the contours of his muscles. Whatever it was he sensed, it reacted to that with a curious push, moving even closer to him as if trying to touch him.

That encouraged Teryx, if anything. The dragon's hand moved more rapidly along his cock, stroking lewdly, his tongue hanging out of his maw as he panted. He let himself moan, the sound loud and echoing through the walls of the temple -- for what did he care if he was caught, really? Perhaps anyone who caught him would be taken in by his appearance, by the strength and virility of a dragon, and they would join in.

The thought was enough to send him straight towards the edge. He grunted, his muscles tensing, the pleasure he was swimming in suddenly approaching a peak -- he didn't know how long he'd been stroking himself, but the end came suddenly. He let out a sharp growl of pleasure as he finally came, his hips automatically thrusting forward; spurt after spurt of white, pearly seed flew from his cock...

Even he couldn't believe the sheer volume of his cum, in fact. Teryx watched, panting, small convulsions rolling through his cock and forcing more of his seed bubbling to the surface; though he was no longer blasting out his cum, it was dribbling from his urethral opening, a steady stream of thick liquid that filled the air with his musk. He leaned back, groaning softly and panting. The floor was an absolute mess. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had an orgasm so intense... was it because he'd done this in public?

In the moment of his distraction, however, Teryx realized that something had changed. The presence was no longer weak -- in fact, it felt almost like there was something right next to him, and he could see a faintly visible warp in the air that hadn't been visible before. For a moment, he stared at it, and in the back of his mind he could sense it staring back. He felt more curious than afraid, really. Any fear response he might have had seemed silly now, considering what he'd just shown off to whatever this was.

"...Hello?" he said eventually. Teryx still started a bit when the presence actually responded, materializing more firmly as his seed began to disappear off the ground. Did this thing feed off of life essence?

"Hello," came the reply. The voice was deep but faint, as though it was reaching across a terrible distance just to talk to him. It hesitated briefly, as if uncertain what to say. "No mortal has ever... I do not know what to say."

"No one's ever jerked off for you?" Teryx said, his lips quirking upwards in amusement. He let out a laugh when he felt the presence seem to nod in response, sheepishly, as though even it knew how absurd that answer seemed.

"I need the essence of a mortal in order to exist on this plane," it explained. "My connection is... tenuous at best, otherwise. I have been searching for a means to explore your world for generations, but even the few mortals that trust my influence eventually flee when I reveal myself."

"Why is that?" Teryx asked. "You seem friendly enough."

"I am a... demon, by certain definitions of the word." The response was slow, as though the creature was afraid he would flee as soon as the fact was revealed. When Teryx didn't move and simply quirked a brow, it continued. "There is rarely a clear line between a spirit and a demon, and it was particularly common in the past to dismiss the unknown as demonic in nature.."

"...So you met some close-minded people a couple decades ago and they fled on first sight, screaming about demons." Teryx concluded. He felt the ethereal sigh reverberate through the room.

"Yes," the demon admitted. "There is no true 'hell', and so the word 'demon' is simply another term for the material form of a spirit. It bears little meaning, in truth -- there are angels who are malevolent beyond belief, and they are only termed as such because they appear as graceful, winged beauties. Demons might appear monstrous or deformed, but our form does not reflect our intent."

"And what might your intent be?" Teryx had a feeling he knew the answer, but he asked anyway. He never quite stopped stroking his cock, his hand instead resting playfully along the base. He could sense how the demon was occasionally distracted, glancing over to the throbbing shaft in his fingers rather than concentrating on his words.

"I simply want an opportunity," the demon told him, and its voice was noticeably awkward. It had never really gotten to this stage with a mortal -- most others would have fled long before now, and a conversation wasn't something he was used to. "I desire to see the world as it is, without being bound to this temple. For that, I need a mortal companion, and I need a mortal's essence."

"Essence?" Teryx asked. He had a feeling he knew what the demon meant.

"Your... seed," the demon said, embarrassed. Teryx got the distinct impression that it was shuffling about on its feet. "Or any other bodily fluid, with your seed and your blood being the most potent -- they are the strongest carriers of your essence."

"I see." Teryx took a moment to think, but in truth, he'd long since decided what to do. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for the demon, stuck in this one place as he was. "What is your name, my friend?"

"...It is Azleias." The demon almost seemed stunned by the casual use of the word 'friend', and Teryx couldn't help but chuckle. How oddly cute for a creature that called itself a demon. "You will...?"

"Yes," Teryx confirmed. He reached out, grasping where he felt the demon's hand would be, and for a moment he felt a ghostly touch grasp his hand in return. The dragon smiled. "Maybe I'm being foolish, but yes."

"I... thank you."

*

Those were all the words that needed to be said. Azleias was afraid that Teryx would reject him the moment he found out what the demon truly looked like -- but that never happened. If anything, the dragon's reaction was just the opposite. Teryx gave him a look that bordered on seductive, lust burning in his eyes as he glanced over every inch of the demon's body.

Truthfully, it made Azleias wonder if it was, in fact, Teryx that was the demon. An incubus, perhaps. His body, immaterial as it was, reacted to the dragon's gaze; he felt himself shudder, felt his cock beginning to stiffen... and Teryx smirked at him, as though knowing exactly what he was feeling.

The demon's physical form -- intimidating to anyone else -- was instead apparently extraordinarily attractive to the dragon whose attention he'd caught. He was a solid two feet taller than the dragon, his body covered in warped, bulging muscle; jutting out at his elbows and were sharp, curved spikes that could easily tear through any opponent he had. His skin was coarse in appearance, yet surprisingly soft when Teryx placed a hand against the demon's chest.

He could harden it at will, Azleias explained -- which, unsurprisingly, prompted a smirk from the dragon. The demon might not have had eyes, but Teryx could still tell when he was shyly avoiding Teryx's gaze. He took the moment to admire Azleias' face; it was smooth, an angled sort of faceplate that split into horns towards the top of his head. Each horn glowed a faint, threatening orange that threw a flickering light over the crimson carapace he called his skin.

Sharp claws and jagged teeth completed the demon's look. No sane mortal would have approached such a creature, though Teryx seemed to be an exception; he didn't mind Azleias' looks at all, and if anything was only encouraged to provide the demon with more of his essence so he could manifest more often.

Time passed.

However unlikely the meeting was -- and however unlikely their friendship -- Teryx and Azleias were somehow able to make it work. Azleias stayed hidden, for the most part, remaining within the dragon's apartment and rarely ever heading out; anyone skilled enough with magic could very well detect his presence, and there was no guarantee that they would be anywhere near as accepting as Teryx had been. He was still too weak to allow himself to be noticed. It would be far too easy to banish him, and neither he nor Teryx wanted that to happen.

Confined to the limits of Teryx's home, the two inevitably grew closer. Theirs was a mutually beneficial partnership; Azleias needed Teryx's essence to remain outside the limits of the temple, and the dragon was more than happy to show off. Eventually, without any prompting, Azleias began to join in -- lending what physical presence he could spare to slide a semi-corporeal tongue along the dragon's cock, for instance, though he so very badly wanted it buried within him.

He got his chance. What began as a merely physical relationship grew quickly into something more, though neither dragon nor demon were immediately aware of the fact. The two became accustomed to each other, and the companionship they gained became integral to their lives. There was no sudden realization or epiphany -- simply a moment where they held one another and their lips drew close as if by instinct, and a passionate night that cemented the bond the two had formed.

The first time Teryx called Azleias his boyfriend, the demon buried his face within his huge claws. It was, the dragon decided, utterly adorable.

So it was that their relationship came to pass. However unusual or unlikely, the two had made something between them work.

Alas, good things do not last forever.

Chapter 1

Azleias was trembling.

Teryx had long since replaced his sheets with a particularly tear-proof material, and it was those sheets that the demon was now clutching desperately, sweat pouring down his chitinous skin. Teryx was bent over the demon, whispering sweet nothings into his ear; his cock was buried deep inside of an achingly tight passage, the demon's flesh remarkably warm around his cock. Even the smallest of movements drew forth a whimpering moan that contrasted sharply with the demon's monstrous appearance.

Azleias never felt so alive as when the dragon was inside of him. It had taken almost no time at all since the two had begun fucking for the demon to become virtually addicted to the dragon's cock; there was nothing quite like feeling it bury itself within him, feeling the very essence of the dragon's life and virility spearing through him, dominating him. Teryx's skill with his body was enhanced by the life-giving energy that surged through his body each time they lay together; he could feel his body reacting, being given more of a presence. With each moment, nerves knit themselves into existence, escalating his pleasure to heights that left that demon little more than a trembling ball of need and desire.

"You're drooling, Az." Teryx chuckled, his voice a husky whisper that caressed the demon's ears.

"It is... your fault," Azleias grumbled. He was drooling -- a long, thick tongue had slipped out of his mouth, and saliva drooled all over the pillow he was resting his head on. He was panting too hard to draw it back into his mouth, nor did he feel any particular inclination to. "You are... too good."

"There's no such thing as too good, my dear demon." Teryx hid a grin, nonetheless, grinding hard into his boyfriend's thoroughly abused hole. The tip of his cock pressed hard into the demon's prostate, a bundle of nerves that sent the demon reeling with pleasure and letting out a soft keen of need; precum trickled out of the dragon's cock to be absorbed instantly into the demon's body.

"That... is your claim," Azleias grunted, but he didn't deny Teryx's words. Instead, one of his clawed hands reached for the throbbing erection between his legs; it was drooling copious amounts of demonic pre, soaking the sheets with his arousal. He gripped the base, stroked, his entire body arching and thrusting into his hand as he did so. A moan fell from his lips.

"You are beautiful," Teryx told him instead. A gentle hand reached down to pull Azleias' claws away from his cock, replacing it with his own, softer fingers instead; it was a testament to the demon's submissive nature that Azleias didn't resist, instead arching into the bed at his boyfriend's touch. "Especially beneath me, writhing, begging for my cock."

"I'm not begging," Azleias muttered, and Teryx simply grinned.

"Your body is," the dragon said. He pulled out slowly, the ridges along his shaft sliding easily along the demon's passage. Azleias groaned, his hole flexing reluctantly as though it was trying to pull Teryx's cock back inside of him -- but eventually the dragon pulled himself free with a small pop, and what precum had not yet been absorbed by the demon spilled out onto the sheets. "Mm, look at you, Az. Your hole's twitching, begging to be used..."

Teryx ran his fingers across the rim of sensitive muscle, smirking when he was rewarded with a corresponding hiss of pleasure. It was terribly satisfying to see such a big, monstrous creature under his control -- to see Azleias whimpering, trembling, clutching at his cock and aching for more.

"You want me to beg," Azleias said. It wasn't a question. He knew what the dragon wanted -- but he was stalling, partially for the sake of his own pride and partially just to tease his boyfriend. He slid his ass backwards against Teryx's cock, allowing the shaft to slide between his cheeks, and shuddered at the feeling of slick warmth so close to his hole.

"Yes," Teryx confirmed. His fingers danced playfully across the demon's back, toying with the ridges in Azleias' skin. "Will you beg for me?"

"Hrmph." That was all that Azleias said, at first -- but then slowly, he began, his voice a low growl. "Please, Teryx..."

"Tell me what you want," Teryx murmured. He felt his shaft throb at the idea, precum sliding down the length of his cock and down into the crack between the demon's cheeks; he slid back and forth slowly, teasing his boyfriend with the contact. Every time Azleias shuddered, he knew his ploy was working. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you," Azleias whispered. The words were cliched, words that Teryx had heard a dozen times over while they were together -- but it sent a thrill of excitement through the dragon's spine nevertheless, made a surge of desire flood through his veins. "Your -- your cock, I need it inside me, please..."

It wasn't like Azleias to beg, nor to use crass words like 'cock'. The first time Teryx had coaxed him into begging, he'd spoken in the dialect he seemed most prone to, imploring Teryx to 'fill the void within him with his sword'. It had prompted a smirk from the dragon, of course.

Now, though, Teryx could render him utterly breathless with a single thrust. Azleias didn't have the processing capacity to spare, and so he fell to simpler terms, begging through the fog of lust that descended upon him. Teryx loved the sight of his demon squirming helplessly under his ministrations and did nothing to discourage this, of course.

"Good," Teryx chuckled. He gripped lewdly at the base of his cock, knowing the demon could sense what he was doing; he positioned himself at the demon's hole, then casually pushed in, easily forcing the demon's muscles apart to accommodate his cock. Azleias groaned in response, pushing back against him -- a small, stubby little vestigial tail just above his ass wagged about at the sensation.

Teryx grinned. It was an adorable sight.

What began as slow, teasing thrusts evolved quickly into a mindless rut as Teryx finally allowed himself to lose control in the heat and warmth of Azleias' passage. The demon didn't seem to mind, if the encouraging moans he let loose were any indication; instead, he pushed back into Teryx's hips, encouraging each thrust with a breathless little whine.

His cock dripped and bounced beneath him, spurts of precum spilling from the tip and soaking into the bed. The demon was tempted to grip it and stroke, to bring himself to completion as Teryx fucked him... it felt so good. But his muscles were weak in the onslaught of thrusts, his entire body trembling with pleasure, and Azleias needed both of his hands simply to support his weight. Instead, he thrust uselessly against the bed, desperate for what little friction he could achieve.

Neither of them could last -- not at this pace, not at this level of intensity. Azleias' passage wrapped tight around Teryx's cock, convulsing around it repeatedly with incredible strength; it practically massaged the dragon's shaft as it pushed in, making the dragon growl with delight. At the same time, the little bumps and ridges along the dragon's cock slid roughly against every nerve in the demon's passage, sending Azleias' head spinning. The demon could feel his balls drawing up against his skin, churning, ready to release...

And then release he did. He cried out, Teryx's name stuttering on his lips. It took him three tries before the name would form properly, each try accompanied by a spurt of gritty cum pulsing from his cock; the liquid was thick, filled with semisolid globules that massaged his cock as they pushed out. Gooey trails of cum were left dangling from his stomach, linking to the sheets in a messy web of seed, and it kept going, his orgasm seemingly unable to stop until Teryx himself came.

The dragon was more than content to wait, however. He grunted, thrusting carefully, making sure to modulate himself so that he wouldn't cum too early; instead, he watched his demonic boyfriend cry out, his own eyes burning with lust. It was only after two full minutes of orgasm that he decided Azleias could use a break, and so he slammed in one more time, feeling his own cum begin to churn up through his shaft. The dragon let loose a roar, hot seed finally bursting through his cock and pouring into his lover, thick strings of seed filling the demon and spilling back out through the rim of muscle wrapped around his shaft...

Then it was over. The two males were panting, pressed up against one another, Teryx resting on top of his larger boyfriend. There was a strong scent of musk, the mixture of demonic and draconic cum wafting into the air as a strong, earthy smell that bordered on tangible -- and Azleias found no shame in sucking in gulping breaths of it, each lungful contributing to the essence within him.

For a moment, the room was silent but for the sound of their breathing. Then there was the soft rustling of the sheets as Teryx adjusted himself, pulling out and pressing a small kiss against the back of his partner's neck. The demon, as large as he was, seemed to wriggle into the dragon's touch. He made a small, appreciative sound that was almost a purr, and Teryx couldn't help but laugh.

"You are full of new surprises," he told his boyfriend, and Azleias stuck his tongue out at the dragon. Teryx only smirked -- it was a new habit the demon had picked up.

The two basked in each others' presence. There was a moment where each of them reflected on how they had met, how their relationship had evolved into what they now had; each of them were glad for their meeting, and neither could help wondering what the future would have in store for them.

Azleias let out a soft breath of air. He was happy -- he couldn't deny that this was far more than he had ever anticipated. Yet there was a small part of him that wasn't quite satisfied. What he had with Teryx was more than he'd hoped for, but still less than he'd dreamed. He wanted to go outside, to explore, to see what the world at large was like! Trapped in Teryx's apartment as he was, there was so little he could do. It wasn't safe, he knew, but there were ways...

"Teryx." Azleias' voice was remarkably soft. "I... have a request."

"Mm?" Teryx propped his head up on a pillow, focusing his gaze on his demonic boyfriend. The demon shifted uncomfortably, as though he could sense the dragon looking at him.

"I would like... to possess you. Just for a day, if I could." Azleias fidgeted, clearly nervous -- he was well aware of what the mortal realm thought of the whole idea of possession. It was considered a violation of a very basic right, so much so that the mere suggestion of it could easily offend.

Teryx stiffened, and Azleias almost flinched -- but the dragon let out a soft laugh, and the demon sighed in relief. "Like I said, you never fail to surprise me." Teryx grinned, trailing a finger down the center of the demon's chest. Azleias shuddered in response, bulging muscle trembling at the gentle touch. "How'd you know?"

"How did I know what?" Azleias was hopelessly lost, based on the confused tone of his voice. The dragon chuckled.

"That I've got a thing for possession."

"You... you do?" Azleias sat back. "Does that mean you'll...?"

"Az." Teryx took one of the demon's hands, clasping it between his palms. A distant part of the dragon's mind noted the sheer difference in their size; with their hands held up against each other, his own hands looked positively small. Yet the demon's no doubt immense strength had never once been used against him. "There is no one else I would trust to do such a thing."

Azleias was speechless. There was a warmth flaring up from the very depths of his being, an emotion foreign to a demon such as he -- more than the love he knew he felt for Teryx, more than even the trust between them. It was the beginning of a bond so deep that their very souls would intertwine, making the core of their beings nearly indistinguishable from one another.

"Thank you."

That was all the demon needed to say. Azleias took a breath, focused, and let his form dissolve. It was an easy enough process -- he struggled to maintain his physical presence at the best of times, relying largely on the energy he gained from his dragon companion. Turning back into an ethereal spirit was a matter of simply relaxing, of releasing the energy that he was using to keep himself together.

All at once, the matter that formed his body split apart. He maintained awareness of his surroundings, but it was a loose, diffuse awareness -- a particulate stream of senses that was disjointed at best. At the center of it all, however, was an entity that he was intimately familiar with. Azleias barely had to direct himself towards Teryx; he moved without thinking, separate streams of his spirit diving into the dragon through every orifice available.

The dragon's mouth was forced open as wide as it could go, Azleias' very being forcing its way down Teryx's throat. There was a moment of discomfort for the dragon, certainly, but more than that was a sensation of arousal. Teryx hadn't been joking when he'd explained he had a thing for possession; he was harder than he could remember ever being before.

Perhaps it was the interaction between his desires and Azleias' soul that influenced the procedure -- but what began as a gentle process quickly became rough. The demon was eager to take the dragon's body, and the dragon was eager to be taken. Teryx shuddered in a mixture of ecstasy and arousal, his aura flaring around him and coaxing Azleias forward, encouraging him.

Azleias, of course, acquiesced. The dragon's body was too small for his soul, but he forced himself in nevertheless -- and the effects showed on Teryx's body. He surged inwards, filling the dragon from within, and there was a response; the dragon's muscles abruptly bulged, growing to fill out his frame. His skin tightened as it was forced to stretch over the newly forming cords of muscle.

A brief, piercing pain in his elbows. His skeleton was warping, Teryx dimly realized, spurs of bone stabbing their way out of his skin. They were remarkably similar to the spikes that Azleias possessed. The skin around the wound quickly healed, and he felt Azleias' presence within him, quickly soothing the pain and caressing him from within.

Teryx couldn't help it. He moaned, panting softly, one hand reaching for himself; the other wouldn't move, no longer under his control. He didn't care. That was part of it -- the knowledge that he was no longer in control of his body, the knowledge that the demon could take him and do anything he wanted. Neither of them had expected it, but even the fact that the demon was warping and corrupting his body did not deter him. If anything, it added to his arousal.

His knees were next. His thighs and calves swelled with muscle, the sudden growth akin to a burst of pleasure along his legs. Teryx felt almost as though his entire body had been converted into an erogenous zone, with even the feel of the sheets against his skin erotic to the point of absurdity; he whined, slowly losing control of the hand that stroked along his cock. He could feel Azleias swelling inside of him, slowly taking over.

One hand moved abruptly without his command, sliding over his own ass, playing with his own pucker. Teryx didn't resist -- instead, he gasped out loud, thrusting uselessly against the sheets. Azleias ignored him, too lost in exploring the pleasure of this new body. One finger pressed itself into his hole -- then two, then three, thrusting in and out with expert precision. His hole clenched desperately around the invading digits, needy keens leaving his throat, and Teryx didn't even know if it was his own keens or that of the demon's...

Eventually, he came. Long strings of glowing cum shot out of his cock, joining the mess already on the sheets. Teryx's body was panting hard, but Teryx was no longer in control; instead, it was Azleias that sat panting on the bed, one hand buried deep inside Teryx's hole and the other still clenched around Teryx's cock.

We both... we both lost ourselves, it seems. Teryx tried to speak, but his mouth didn't move -- instead, the words came out as a mental voice. Azleias could evidently hear him, because he soon heard a reply in the form of his own voice.

"Yes. Yes, we -- I did." Azleias groaned, slowly pulling his hands to his sides. "Mmph..."

You can open your eyes, you know. Teryx's mental voice was gently teasing, and he felt the surprise cut across their link. Azleias had evidently forgotten the body he was possessing had eyes. Teryx felt his eyes open -- and then his own body scrambled backwards, suddenly breathless.

"This... what is this?"

It's sight, my friend. Teryx chuckled. Even if the act of possession had not felt incredible in and of itself, this moment would have made the whole ordeal more than worth it. You can see now.

"Incredible. I never thought..." Teryx's body reached out, and for a moment Azleias stared at his new hands, admiring them. He looked around, blinked, really saw for the first time. The demon had a way of perceiving his environment in his natural form, but it wasn't the same as regular sight. It was more an intuitive understanding of the shape and color of everything around him.

Not quite the same as actually seeing it for himself.

"Incredible," Azleias breathed again. He looked down at himself, then, saw the bulging muscle and the spurs of bone. His hand traced across his own chest, feeling the firm, swollen pecs and the well-defined abs. "Is this... you?"

This is what I look like under your influence, it seems, Teryx answered the unspoken question, a flicker of amusement carrying across their mental link. I look damn good, if I do say so myself. And hey, Az?

"Yes?"

You can close your mouth now.

"Oh." Azleias abruptly snapped Teryx's mouth shut, embarrassed. "Heh."

*

Eventually, the two decided that the best way for Azleias to properly experience the mortal world was through visiting a club. There was plenty to see, but Teryx's body was fired up, hormones raging through its blood as a result of its transformation; neither of them were willing to say it, but they both knew that they would not be spending that particular night sightseeing.

That was, perhaps, one advantage of being united in such a way -- neither of them had to consult the other with these decisions. They could sense the intent of the other, in a way, and see to the depths of each other's minds in a way that had not been possible before. In this way, there was no need for discussion.

"This is... different," Azleias said. It was strange, hearing his words in Teryx's voice -- he was so used to hearing the dragon's words directed at him, rather than coming from him. Every time he began to speak, he caught himself shuddering. There was a small, subconscious part of his mind that half-expected to hear the dragon telling him to bend over, to prepare himself to be filled...

His cock throbbed in his pants, and Azleias was abruptly struck by the sensation. He bit his lip, suppressing a moan that threatened to bubble up through his lips. As an ethereal, he'd never had to deal with the issue of clothing. Now, however, he had to contend with the fabric of his pants sliding against his stiffening cock. Each step made the tight clothing rub against him, and he was hyper-aware of the fact.

Having trouble there? Teryx's mental voice was amused, and Azleias grumbled good-naturedly at his boyfriend. It wasn't his fault he was taking some time to get used to the differences between having an ethereal body and a mortal body -- it was hard enough to understand sight, let alone deal with all the new sensations he was experiencing. As a demon, he was used to having a flow of information about his surroundings, but in Teryx's body...

Well, he still had his senses, but it took a moment for him to connect the ideas he was used to with the sights he was seeing. Each time he saw something new, he had to catch his breath -- though his eyes were invariably directed towards the various men they saw on the way. Occasionally, Teryx would point out a particularly attractive passer-by, and Azleias would huff in denial while sneaking glances at the male.

Eventually, they arrived. The club was a place that Teryx frequented, though it had been a while since he'd been there -- Azleias' presence in his life had settled him down for a time. Now, though... both dragon and demon felt the need burning through their body, and with it, the inhibitions that they once held fell away. Even Azleias felt a little more confident than usual, though he was perhaps bolstered by Teryx's presence in his mind.

Ready?

"As long as you're with me," Azleias replied out loud -- and Teryx couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Even when possessing a dragon's body, the demon was a dork. Azleias had more confidence than before, certainly, but it seemed that some things simply didn't change.

"Hey, Teryx! Been a while since we've seen you here." The bartender -- a friendly-looking bull -- waved at him, and Azleias, unsure of what to do, simply waved back. He'd never seen the man before in his life, after all.

That's Rudock, Teryx commented. He's a cool guy. He'll give you a free beer if you tell him he's looking good.

"Rudock!" Azleias made his way over to the bar, and Teryx laughed. The demon was good -- he was picking up Teryx's mannerisms as though it was nothing, quickly discarding his old, more submissive persona. He could tell through their bond that the demon still felt a bit uncertain, but Azleias was giving himself over to the dragon blood coursing through him. In a way, it guided him, teaching him how to act with the confidence that Teryx usually had. "Looking good today. Did some grooming before your shift?"

Azleias winked, eyes flicking briefly below the counter to the bull's waist. Rudock let out a loud, booming laugh at that, slamming a glass down in front of Azleias. "Still know how to play me like a fiddle, I see," he said, but his eyes showed that he didn't mind at all. "If you haven't found a toy by the end of my shift, come see me, yeah?"

"You know it." Azleias glanced at the glass, hesitating briefly.

Go on, Teryx encouraged. Down it.

The demon didn't need further encouragement. He grabbed the glass and tilted his head back, pouring the liquid down his throat. It burned in a pleasant tingle that left him wanting more, and it wasn't long before the glass was empty.

"Hope this seat isn't taken." The voice came from next to them, and Azleias glanced to the side briefly. A handsome sergal sat in the seat -- slim and lean, but with cut, rugged features that made him look mature. "Rudock! Two more for the good dragon and I."

"If you're getting me drinks, you're more than welcome to the seat," Azleias commented, feeling an easy grin flit across Teryx's face. Was this what the dragon always felt like? He liked it, he realized -- it was an easy confidence he'd never had himself, a sort of self-assuredness that came from the life and vitality he felt coursing through him. A side effect of being in a mortal's body, perhaps. Or was it only dragons with this sort of energy?

"Then I'm staying," the sergal responded with a chuckle. "Name's Si--"

A pause. The sergal caught a look at the dragon's face for the first time and did an abrupt double-take.

"Holy shit -- Teryx, is that you? What the hell happened to you?"

You know him? Azleias hadn't been expecting that. It was to their advantage that mental communication was many times faster than physical conversation, or it would have been clear that something was wrong.

Shit, yeah, that's Simon. We work together. Teryx shook his head metaphorically, or at least transmitted the impression of doing so to Azleias. Guy's really into muscle -- no wonder he came for us.

He looks good, Azleias commented. He felt a burst of confidence in his chest, and he let an easy smile spread over his lips. "Simon, yeah, I know. Does it matter what happened to me? You know you like it."

Simon licked his lips slowly, his eyes slowly moving up and down, flicking over Teryx's impressive frame. God but the dragon looked good -- he'd always been hot, but now... now he was positively irresistible. The sergal could barely stop himself from simply jumping into the dragon's lap. "Hell yeah I do."

Hey, hey, no. Disengage. I work with this guy -- I don't want any complications. Teryx's mental voice was worried.

You have me. There won't be any complications. Azleias gave his boyfriend a friendly mental nudge. Come on. You can't tell me he's not hot.

He is, but... Teryx hesitated. Since when did Azleias talk like that, anyway? I just don't want things to be weird at work, you know?

It's just a fling, Teryx. It isn't going to matter. Azleias' response was remarkably dismissive. Teryx could feel the turmoil of the demon's emotions -- strongest amongst them was a strange need to test himself, to push the limits of his new body. The newfound confidence that Azleias felt and the lust burning in his loins was almost like a drug to the demon.

Indeed, Teryx himself was not entirely immune to its effects. Against his better judgement, the dragon quieted the part of his mind that was worrying about the possible consequences of the matter. Instead, he began to feed the demon lines he knew would work, give him tips he knew would aid the demon in seducing his sergal colleague.

Sit a little closer to him. He likes feeling a bit intimidated -- make sure you're towering over him just a bit -- like that, yes. Mm, see the way he's blushing? He's hard. Just brush up against him gently, he'll like that...

*

It wasn't long before Azleias had Simon hanging off of his every word. It was easy enough from there to convince him to take them home -- and as the night progressed, Azleias fell more and more into his role of a possessive, dominant dragon. Teryx hardly recognized the words that came out from his own mouth, and he couldn't quite shake the uneasy feeling that bubbled within him. Azleias had always been a gentle, kind-hearted soul, despite being a demon. This... this wasn't Azleias.

Yet he told himself that the demon was merely enjoying what was a rare occasion for him. What chance was there that a momentary merging could do so much to change the demon's personality, after all?

So he said nothing. Instead, Teryx let himself enjoy the moment just as much as his boyfriend was. Simon had always been attractive to him, after all, and he would have been lying if he said he hadn't occasionally fantasized about luring the sergal into bed with him. Now it no longer needed to be a fantasy -- he could see Simon's flushed cheeks for himself, the normally composed male barely able to keep his lust in check. His pants were tented, a wet spot forming from the precum that drooled from his cock.

"Someone's a little excited," Azleias smirked. He reached forward to grab at Simon's package, squeezing it roughly. He loved the way the sergal squirmed into his touch, the short gasp that escaped his throat. Better still that he was using Teryx's body to do this. Some part of him was excited about the fact that Teryx himself was reluctant to do this -- he was using Teryx's body to get to this male, to bed him, to fuck him until his hole dropped with Teryx's cum...

If there was a part of him that called out to him to reconsider, it was drowned out by the lust Azleias felt. The two wasted no time in undressing -- and while Azleias took a moment to drink in the sight of the naked sergal presenting himself, he had little reason to hold back his lust. He didn't hesitate before shoving Teryx's cock into the sergal's tight little hole.

There was a whimper of pain mixed with a moan of pleasure. Azleias, however, barely cared what the sergal beneath him felt. All he knew was the sudden warmth and tightness that wrapped around him -- it was immediately overwhelming, overriding his senses and his inhibitions, and all he knew was that he wanted more.

"Slow... slow down..." Simon gasped out. The sergal was writhing in the bed, his cock wet and hard. Precum had already stained his sheets. His paws were wrapped tight around the sheets; he tore at them, in fact, to alleviate the pain he felt from the suddenness of the dragon's entry. "F-fuck..."

"No," Azleias growled at him in Teryx's voice. He was enjoying himself far too much to slow down. Besides, he was a dragon, or at least possessed the body of one -- what right did a simple sergal have to command him? No. Simon was there for his pleasure. The male had agreed to be his for the night, and he would simply have to deal with the consequences of his choice.

Two strong, muscled hands gripped on to the sergal's shoulders. Without even a moment's hesitation, Azleias pulled back, then slammed in again, deeper than before. The force of his thrust was enough to cause the frame of the bed to creak wearily; at the same time, Simon cried out beneath him, a spurt of precum abruptly forced out of his cock.

Azleias reached down with Teryx's hands, grabbed at the sergal's cock and gathered that precum in his hands.

"Just... just slow-- mmph!" Simon tried to protest -- but before he could, Azleias shoved his fingers into the sergal's mouth, forcing him to taste his own precum. He felt the smaller male shudder beneath him. There was a small part of Simon that enjoyed being treated like this, enjoyed being used like his own pleasure was worthless.

"Shut up and take it like a good little slut," Azleias growled. Was it just him, or was his voice a little deeper than before?

Teryx couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the lust that was currently driving Azleias forward. He would have spoken up long before now, if not for that fact, but what had begun as more of a warm breeze had turned into a hurricane -- Azleias' lust was vast and fierce. He felt guilt for enjoying this as much as he did, certainly, but he was enjoying it nonetheless. Simon's struggles were ceasing, and he was beginning to push back up against Teryx's hips, meeting each thrust with a moan around the dragon's fingers.

"Feelin' good now?" Azleias was panting, thick, oozing slime dripping out of his mouth and onto the sergal's back. His face -- Teryx's face -- was just a little bit more warped, more monstrous. His maw was a little bit more like Azleias' was in his demonic form, complete with a thick, muscular tongue that sported thick slime rather than saliva.

"Mm- yes," Simon groaned. "Yes, fuck yes, please--"

"Please what?" Azleias narrowed his eyes and snarled, slamming the sergal forward onto the bed. The blow didn't hurt, of course. The bed was soft. It was the sensation of overpowering strength behind it that mattered, that tugged on Simon's more primal instincts and begged him to submit. The sergal gasped out, more by force than by choice.

"S-sir!" he called out, and Azleias growled in satisfaction. His cock was harder than he could ever remember it being, and the sergal's hole could barely accommodate the increased size that came with his transformation. Each thrust was accompanied by a loud slurp, the gap between the ridges of the dragon's cock allowing precum to ooze out.

"Good boy," Azleias told him, and Simon whined, pleased. Teryx's arms were bulging with muscle, more than he could remember having even when Azleias had first possessed him; there were veins that were faintly visible beneath the dragon's skin, even.

Their current position was no longer quite enough for him. With barely any visible effort, the demon used the dragon's body to lift Simon bodily into the air, keeping the sergal on his cock the entire time. It was easy enough from that position to force Simon to slide along the length of his cock, and it proved not to tax his arms at all.

The sergal was howling in pleasure, barely aware of what Azleias was doing. Azleias himself was barely aware of what he was doing, in fact; he was lost in the pleasure of the moment, lost in the sensation of indulging in his most basic urges. The dragon's body spoke through him, and he allowed it. He was superior, and he deserved to be pleasured, deserved to use the sergal in any way that he deemed necessary to achieve his climax.

Simon whined out loud, struggled briefly against Teryx's grip -- though there was nothing he could achieve with his meager strength -- and then he arched his back, a soft gasp escaping from his throat. "Teryx--!"

Cum splattered over his fur, over the bed. Azleias merely smirked, driving his cock deep into the sergal, enjoying the sensation of the smaller male's passage massaging his cock as it convulsed. His orgasm drove each convulsion, the sergal's hole constricting tight around the draconic shaft with every spurt of seed -- and then he was panting, his breath ragged and his chest heaving desperately for air.

Azleias wasn't done, of course. Far from it. The demon was in a frenzy of pleasure, thrusting as deep as he could go into Simon and then pulling back out. More than that, Teryx recognized the mood he was in; he wouldn't be satisfied with one, two, or even three orgasms. No, his body would last all through the night. He would fuck Simon again and again until the sergal was sore and his voice failed him -- until cum was oozing liberally from sergal's ass, marking him forever as the demon's property.

That was, perhaps, what woke Teryx up from his own haze of pleasure -- the understanding and knowledge that this would not be a mere fling, that it would not end until hours from now. There would be no way for Simon to forget about this, no way that he would ignore what happened between them. Heck, the sergal would barely be able to walk tomorrow, no matter how practiced he was.

Slow down, Teryx finally managed. His mental voice felt a little weaker; he'd exhausted himself by engaging as much as he had with Azleias' actions. For a moment, he'd been the demon just as much as the demon was him -- and it was glorious, the sensation of power and strength mixed with pleasure and lust. Azleias. You'll hurt him if you keep going.

There was no response.

Azleias!

Nothing.

The worst part was that Teryx could tell that the demon couldn't hear him. Azleias' mind was blocked off, consumed by the lust that he felt; the demon's very existence centered around the searing pleasure in his cock and the tight little hole he was fucking. There was very little that existed besides the ragged pants of his chosen slut and the schlick-schluck of his cock driving in and out of the sergal.

Az, please!

No response. Teryx hesitated, tapped briefly into the demon's mind, and immediately recoiled. His thoughts were a haze of lust, of barely-formed thoughts that reminded Teryx rather eerily of himself, when he was in one of his ruts.

Good little slut. I'm going to fuck your hole open, you lovely little whore.

Mmm... You're tight. So damn tight. The perfect hole for me.

You love this, don't you, little sergal? You love being nothing but my toy. Look at you -- not a word of protest, splattered in your own cum. You're a drooling mess.

You're my drooling mess.

I'm going to fuck you until you're addicted to my cock, little sergal.

Teryx reeled back, mentally gasping, suddenly hyper-aware of the sergal's gasping little whines as he was pushed beyond the edge of his orgasm and still forced to endure a somehow still-rising pleasure. Azleias wasn't stopping. He wasn't even slowing down. The worst part was that Teryx was acutely aware of the fact that nothing he did would convince Azleias to slow down, in that moment. He recognized those thoughts -- they were similar to the ones he had deep down, the ones he'd always suppressed... but Azleias was utterly consumed by them. He moderated them, controlled them.

And now the demon was using his body to unleash his innermost desires. The dragon was torn between arousal and worry. What if this was what the demon had wanted all along?

That was a possibility -- but it was far from the one that truly worried Teryx. He trusted Azleias. He'd been with the demon long enough, he thought, that he would have noticed it if he'd had any ulterior motives. No, what worried him was that this was his fault, that this side of Azleias had been brought forth by his own darkest desires and fears.

What if it was him that was corrupting the demon?

He could do nothing but watch, for now. Watch as Azleias used his body to fuck Simon into endless, mindless pleasure -- and watch as his influence on the demon grew ever greater, pushing him into greater heights of depravity.

He'd have his chance when morning came. For now... all he could do was wait.