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Wyrmbait

Written by: TiranMaster

Being undercover isn't easy, especially when you're way out of your effort, and for Jason he was deep in over his head. The police officer was trying his best to look relaxed, the man had been called in to play a role in the local rock scene, but he wasn't exactly used to being at such a rampaging party. The wolf had been given a new wardrobe, a new name, and a new personality to wear around at a series of underground concerts. Today was the third concert and Jason had a bottle of painkillers tucked into his pockets should the music get too loud, he'd had a migraine the previous day from the music nearly blowing out his eardrums.

The only reason the officer had been called in on this job was due to missing persons cases, people going to local rock concerts and disappearing. Specifically the band Hellwyrms, an upcoming band that had been around for a little over a year now. Within the last half year people had started going missing as the band suddenly found a boom in popularity, but as of yet nobody had been able to pin anything on the band aside from cases of hearing loss. Many investigators had been sent in to check out the band members, their pasts', the concert footage, and yet nobody had yet been able to find out how the people were going missing.

The officer currently had earplugs stuffed into his ears in the hope that it might deafen the sound a bit, and yet somehow he still was developing an acute headache. Glancing down at himself Jason scowled, he'd been chosen out of everyone at the department as he was only twenty two, young enough to pass for the kind of demographic that would attend a rock concert. He'd vehemently argued with his superiors as he enjoyed soft music such as mozart and country music, rock annoyed him when it was turned down low let alone booming. Of course they'd managed to convince him to do it after a while, they'd fixed him up with a long haired wig, gave him a pair of trashy ripped jeans and a band t-shirt, and had kicked him into the concert circuit.

Honestly Jason had no idea how this band was getting popular at all, while he was by no means a fan of rock even he could tell that the Hellwyrms were kind of... shitty. There wasn't a lot of consistency in their vocals, sometimes the lead singer would stumble over his words, and Jason swore that one of the guitarist's guitars was unplugged. Yet everyone around Jason was rocking out like they were the best concert ever, he even saw a few sets of wet eyes. It was the same thing he'd seen at their last two concerts and Jason had yet to understand it, rather he was trying his best to keep an eye out for anything malicious that might be going on. Someone nearly rammed right into Jason as he was taking a look about the perimeter, the guy quite high and more than a little drunk, but at that moment Jason ignored it... if only for the fact that he didn't want to get thrown up on and continue his vigil.

"Thank ya all for comin' tonight! We owe all our success to all of you rock lovers, now get ready for our best song, WYRMBAIT!" The leader of the band, Wenly screamed into the mic, it was his normal setup for their worst song. Jason winced as he started wailing into the microphone, holding onto it tightly as if it were his lover. Nearby Jason noticed a pair of woman making out on a table, he blushed as he noticed them feeling up each other... he blinked and turned away, determined to stay on task... though he'd gotten a few numbers already that night despite himself.

Jason's chief of police was starting to get irritated, it was only his third night but in the time he'd been walking the circuits there had been no kidnappings. In Jason's book that was a good thing, but it meant that they weren't able to find out who was doing the crime, and how Hellwyrms were orchestrating everything. "DANGLING MY HEART ON A LINE, CAN'T YOU HEAR ME PINE? TOSS ME OUT AND CALL ME WYRMBAIT!" The words rung on the air, people's lips moving in time with the words, Jason cocking an eyebrow as he listened, he never quite understood why a rock band would be singing a song about pining for love, but far be it from him to judge.

A smell drifted by Jason's nostrils, a powerful scent, sexual, musky, sinful. The officer groaned despite himself as his pants tented with an erection, he blinked a few times in shock, he'd never been so turned on in his life. Somewhere nearby he heard a deep voice speaking, it seemed to be in some sort of tongue, but not one he could easily recognize. He noted a few people turning around curiously, their eyes glazed over with intense need, one that seemed to reflect his own sudden desire. One of the nearby men suddenly grabbed onto Jason's shirt, the officer's eyes widening in surprise as he was pulled into a deep kiss, it was so sudden he didn't think to pull away.

For a few minutes Jason was kissing the other man, he was a few years older than Jason, handsomely rugged, dressed in a leather jacket and tight pants, and his black hair was brushing Jason's cheeks. Normally Jason would've yanked himself right out of the other man's grasp, he was straight after all, and yet he lost himself in the kiss.They were hardly paying attention as their bodies intertwined, each grinding and humping in the throng of suddenly randy patrons. The smell lingered through the kiss, Jason not minding the music so much at that moment even beating his head to the beat while they lost themselves in the carnal lust of the moment.

When the smell drifted away Jason and the man broke their kiss, Jason smiled and patted the other man on the back as they walked away. The officer looked about wanting to find something strange about the concert, nothing yet had peaked his interest, he rubbed at his stiffy trying to push it away... and then he froze. Had he... just been making out with another man? A few others about him looked equally confused and concerned, a few women had lipstick marks on their cheeks, some men having been making out with women other than their girlfriends, one pair of guys hastily pulling up their pants and boxers. "What the fuck was that?" Jason breathed. He remembered the smell, it had been so powerfully enticing and sexual Jason had been willing to throw himself at a wall to get some relief.

Blinking back his own confusion Jason tried to regain his senses, it was obvious to the officer that he'd been drugged somehow, likely a gaseous extreme aphrodisiac. Tapping his chin a few times Jason turned about, looking over the throng of dancing and raving attendees. He could certainly see such a thing attracting a crowd, that feeling had been near orgasmic even without the humping, such a feeling would be extremely addictive. Part of the man thought about grabbing his phone out and texting the chief, but to do so could be very risky when he was undercover, he'd call the chief once he was out of the concert.

Now having smelled the musk and seeing its effects Jason started to scan the crowd for the tell tale effects. Truth be told, it wasn't as easy as Jason would've liked, there was plenty of rutting going on in the crowd due to it being a rock concert. Hell, Wenly up on stage was humping his microphone stand and he didn't look ashamed in the least. A few people were looking up at that pole almost enviously, Jason for a fleeting moment felt it as well... and then pushed it out of his mind. He needed to focus right now, anyways he was interested in boobs, not dudes...

Making his way through the crowd Jason asked a few people if they'd felt an erotic high, many people gave him a strange look, while others asked if he was offering to engage in an orgy. The officer politely declined such an offer before moving on, his cheeks burning bright at the thought, and continued to search for the source of the smell. One thing was standing out as odd to Jason though as he continued to look about, the song Wyrmbait was still going on, it had been nearly eight minutes since the song had started, but it as if the song were on repeat... but nobody was saying about it. The song kept going on and nobody seemed bothered, something about that fact was freaking him out actually, it was as if time were moving slower...

Jason caught another whiff of the scent, he noticed a few people were wandering towards the scent themselves as if they'd been caught up in some sort of trap. The officer opened his mouth to warn them against it, but when his lips parted suddenly his entire mouth dried out as if he'd not had a single drop of water all day. The officer's mouth flapped a few times and he attempted to wet his lips, but no moisture would come. That wasn't all though, now the officer's body was moving, not just moving of his own volition, but being pulled towards the scent. He looked about trying to see if someone might help him out, stop him, or notice that people were walking towards a back room... but nobody moved to stop them.

Even the security staff seemed to be turning a blind eye to the movements, they were all focused on the band, beaming wide grins as they ignored people walking right into restricted areas. Jason caught a few familiar faces walking near him, including the man who'd kissed him earlier, his eyes were glazed over with a hunger that sent shivers down Jason's back. The officer knew something was very wrong, and right now he was caught up in it. The only thing that kept him somewhat calm was the fact that he seemed to have his wits about him, with a shaky hand he reached back and tugged a small pistol out of his pocket.

It had taken some doing but Jason had managed to slip it in with him, it wasn't anything amazing, but in a pinch it would certainly do some damage. Being a police officer he had no intention of being taken hostage, so he would end this before anything bad could happen. Walking deeper and deeper into the back room Jason recognized the layout from a map of the area he'd reviewed earlier that day, they were making their way to the storage rooms of the building, where the bands kept their extra guitars and amps. The sound of music somehow permeated even back here, as loud as it had been out in the room even though there were walls in the way. People lined the halls, workers, groupies, security detail, and yet they were all smiling and looking off in the distance, lost in the music.

By now Jason got the feeling that something very bad was going on, nobody could see the line of attendants walking past, all of them without permission to be back there. The familiar scent of earlier was also starting to fill up Jason's nostrils once more, powerful enough to make him want to drop his pants right there and jerk off... but he managed to resist. Some of the others weren't so lucky, a few tripped as their pants dropped around their ankles showing off underwear and panties alike. They quickly clambered to their feet once more though, always moving forward, even as they pleasured themselves.

His hands shivering from the effort of resisting the scent, Jason along with the rest wandered into the storage room... but it didn't look right at all. Having looked over the entire building earlier to make sure of no obvious sign of cages or anything for kidnapping purposes, Jason knew quite well that this was not the same storage room he'd seen earlier. The room was somehow... fleshy, the floor under his feet gave slightly, both squishy and moist. The air was permeated with the musky scent, smelling of sex and lust, every impulse in Jason's head telling him to rip off his clothes and fuck.

Everything about the situation was wrong, not only was the room different, but it didn't fit. The storage room was about the size of a regular bed room, nothing too huge, but this... this room was the size of a very large concert hall, purple fleshy lights filling the room like pulsing living things. By now almost everyone in the group had taken off their clothing, all stuck in their lust, it took everything Jason had not to give up his own clothing. He hardly even noticed when he kicked off his shoes, they felt too confining, so now he found himself walking across the floor towards some figure, his feet being soaked in fluids he really didn't want to think about. His mouth was slightly wet now, but it didn't make much a difference now. When Jason turned to look at the way they'd come from the doorway was gone, it was now increasingly obvious that they weren't in the concert building anymore.

There was no purpose to freaking out now, so Jason focused his will, took a deep breath, and continued forward to meet the perpetrator of this incident. The man vaguely noticed that the sound of Wyrmbait still lingering on the air, but now it didn't matter, the officer would get down to the root of the problem. Soon enough they came across Him, Jason's eyes widened in horror as he found himself looking upon a great black throne, made up of the same materials as the floor under him, and sitting upon it was an enormous purple and green dragon. The colors merged in a variety of symbols and markings upon his body, between his legs sat an enormous prick, dripping a deep black liquid.

He was enormous in every single way, huge body, great penis, and his presence... it beat upon the air, everyone about Jason bowing down low, prostrating themselves before the dragon. The officer was the last one standing, his entire body shaking, his cock painfully erect, and yet he managed to stay standing. "So... one manages to fight my spell... interesting..." the dragon purred. His voice was deep, sultry, light, full of laughter, full of anger, it was... an amalgam. The voice was everything Jason loved and hated, feared and worshipped, it was... sex.

With a great amount of effort Jason lifted his hand to point his gun at the dragon, managing to pull his face into something resembling confidence. "What the fuck are you? What's going on here?" Honestly he was stunned that he didn't stutter, this creature was a monster, a demon from his nightmares, and here he was just a human holding a small pistol.

Amusement danced across the dragon's face, his red eyes glinting as he leaned back in his throne, the material bending under his great weight. "I am Ralyx, though you might know me better as... Hellwyrm," he said with a sneer. Jason's stomach flipped at the name, it didn't have any meaning to him, and yet it was a savage sound that beat upon his psyche. "As to what's going on here... well it's rather simple. A pitiful human band tried to get itself popular by its own merits... but as the most successful businessmen find out, you can't get any leg up without dealing with the devil," Ralyx purred.

Jason had to concentrate to keep his attention on the demon's words, the smell of sex was growing stronger, harder to ignore, his grip on the pistol always moments away from slipping off. He noticed movements about him, the others who'd come along were moving about, but he didn't look to them just yet, he needed to continue talking to Ralyx. "So they made a deal with you? How?!" It didn't take a genius to understand that it wasn't the best idea to shout at a demon creature, but he really was quite stressed out at that moment.

Silence hung on the air as Ralyx pondered him, as if thinking about eating a particularly juicy piece of meat... and then he answered. "I don't want to go into too much detail, demon summonings are rather long and tedious to explain, but long story short... they summoned me, and created a deal. They become popular in exchange for me being allowed to work my magicks upon the earth. Together we created a song that allowed a window into the world, during that window I could use my magicks to influence human minds, seduce them and allow me to bring them into my world." The demon gestured around them, Jason glanced around briefly and felt his blood run cold, the dark room they'd been in was expanding rapidly, growing larger, becoming less a room and more of an open space.

Not only that, creatures were lingering in the darkness now, serpentine creatures, dragons, lizards, and all of them looked very hungry. The smell of sex was so heavy Jason felt sick, it was sickly sweet, and Jason blushed as he realized that his own pants were wet from an unconscious orgasm. "I... I can't let you do this," he stuttered. Jason straightened up, attempting to look imposing as he stiffened his wrist to keep his gun straight. "You're going to release us, let us back into our world, and then go away!"

"Oh?" The word hung on the air, Ralyx looking deeply amused as he tilted his head, gazing upon Jason with intrigued eyes. "Well I suppose I could... if the window were open still... but the song is about to finish... hear that?" Jason realized in the background that Wrymbait was wrapping up, his eyes widening as he realized that the song that had allowed the portal... was about to finish up.

"No..." he breathed.

"Oh yes," Ralyx purred. The demon leaned forward, his personal power pressing down further upon Jason, the cop feeling his will unraveling under the sheer sexuality of the demon. With a huge hand the dragon plucked the gun right out of his hand, Jason hardly even realized what happened until there was an audible pop, Ralyx crushing the metal in his scaled hand. "I can appreciate your pluck, human, but you're trapped... and soon to become a part of my harem. I've dragged many humans here already, and they've all become demons such as myself, all too happy to worship their lord Ralyx. Sex is such a powerful negotiator, and to give into carnal pleasures is all humans desire."

All around him Jason now saw the others rising, those who'd entered with him, and he felt his blood run cold as he recognized that they didn't look human anymore. A few retained some of their human qualities, but even that was starting to flee, demonic eyes glancing at him with hungry intent. Females with oversized breasts, males with absurdly large cocks, and the same overwhelming musk pouring over the officer. "You fucker..." Jason growled deep in his throat. The scaled creatures were starting to encircle him, all larger greater beings now, utterly tainted by Ralyx's power.

"Why thank you, I do love to fuck. Now why don't you join the rest? You've been quite the fun chat, but I am a lust demon, human, and I desire sex. You'll be the first of my newest group of demons to receive my cock. Aren't you lucky?" Jason snarled in response, but didn't get much else out as the demons closed in on him, taking him into their clawed hands, his clothes being ripped away, bare flesh being revealed to the world.

These demons seemed no longer capable of remembering their humanity, or if they did they'd been only too glad to abandon it. They gave off moans and grunts, pressing Jason close to their bodies, his face being pressed into firm chests, his crotch being ground up against insanely hard shafts. But soon they forced Jason down, pressing him under feet and tails, his face being buried into the fleshy ground as they'd all done. The officer couldn't get up, once he was inside of the ground, he was absorbed, his body being wrapped over by fleshy tendrils, cocooned within the realm's corruptive energies.

Time became impossible to track after some point, Jason knew that the others weren't under for all that long, but time seemed to drag on as he found himself assaulted by Ralyx's mind and influence. His mind was filled with sex, nothing but sex, being fucked, fucking, grinding, groping, biting, everything that led to the ultimate climax. Kinks that were disturbing, disgusting, unthinkable, he thought them. Ralyx was a lust demon, he'd seen it all, done it all, lived it all, and he wanted MORE. Jason found that he was being filled with a void, an aching hunger for sex, and it would likely never be sated... that terrified him.

The others were likely already fucking over his body, waiting for him to come out so they could fuck him, so he could fuck them, and yet he knew that once he became one of them... enough would never be enough. He moaned as he felt something worm inside of his ass, impossibly large, incredibly mobile, pumping in and out of him. When he started to moan something jumped down his throat, fucking him both ways, growing bigger, turning smaller, going in deeper, filling him in every way possible. Jason's mind was under constant attack, ripping away human thoughts of monogamy, shame, sexuality, he would become a creature of pure sex.

He felt his body changing, painful pops echoing in his ears, his flesh already starting to itch as scales grew. Jason couldn't see himself, he didn't have to, Ralyx already had an image in mind and had forced it into his head. He was to be a dragon as Ralyx was, large, deep blue with green eyes, cruelly sexual, to be trained by Ralyx to be a lust demon as he was. That thought made him shudder in pleasure, he knew he was changing, whether he wanted to or not his mind was being twisted. Past relationships he had were suddenly being pumped full of sex, relationships built on love and trust became nothing more than sex, he wanted sex, everything was about the perfect climax, he wanted it to be amazing.

His shaft grow longer, larger, a slit forming in his body to start the enormous organ, though it likely wouldn't be used often. Sex demons were always aroused, the only reason they wouldn't show off their assets would be under dire circumstances. His balls swelled up past baseball size, softball size, and settled near soccer ball. He was going to be huge, and that was amazing, he could imagine the faces of minor demons looking upon him with shock and awe before he fucked their muzzles full of dragon cock.

Some human part of him felt guilty, wanting to hold onto his empathy, needing to stay a kind person... but such things got in the way of having a good time. To be selfish was to have perfect sex, he was to fulfill his own needs, and anybody that got in his way could take a hike. His ass grew larger, wider, his hips swelling up, the phallus inside of his ass expanding to help train him on how to take a truly large demon. His prostrate grew insanely sensitive, more sensitive than any human's was, and he came... and came... and came. At some point he vaguely worried about drowning in cum, but apparently the ground itself was consuming his fluids, he wondered how it tasted now as he became a demon... probably amazing.

His name was washed away, pumped out by Raxyl's will, he was to be reborn, he vaguely recognized his past calling as a law officer... an amused grin played around the edges of his muzzle as he suckled on the enormous cock. He would love to change more officers into sex starved bitches... perhaps one day if he got the chance as Raxyl did. It felt like an eternity before finally the ground released him, pulling apart as his mouth was freed and his ass was finally pulled out of with a large pop. He stood up, Raxyl waiting for him already, his cock erect once more even after so many orgasms. He looked up at the dragon, he himself was likely nine or ten feet tall, but the other dragon was bigger... in all ways.

"Welcome to your new life, Haxe," Raxyl purred. The name burned into the new demon's mind even as he flex his new body, looking over the enormous muscled dragon he'd become, his dick standing at attention, his tail flicking in amusement. He even had a pair of wings that would easily carry him, he knew already that one day he would fly off to create his own harem of demons as Raxyl did... but for now he belonged to the sex demon. "You know what I crave," Raxyl said with a smirk.

"Yes, master," Haxe said with a deep bow. He turned about in an instant, lifting his tail and allowing access to his ready hole. There were many things different now, he'd be learning from the larger demon for a long time to come, but for now he knew what he needed to know. Even as Raxyl started to fuck him Haxe bid another one of the new demons to come over and start to fuck themselves on his own cock, soon enough an orgy would be in progress... just another day in the Hellwyrm's domain.