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Attempting Overthrow

For Nataraj

By Draconicon

Naturally talented with magic, Nataraj had a number of disciplines open to him. He could have been a summoner, or a battlemage. The lizard might have subscribed to the elemental castings of the nature sages, or put himself down for the Synergists that worked to establish a balance between the different magical fonts of the world. He even might have enrolled himself among the ranks of those that served the gods and learned to become a demi-god in his own right.

Instead, he had gone for sex magic.

The lizard smiled as he licked his lips of the seed of another priest, looking down at the unfortunate fox that had tried to delay his entrance to the Temple of Dragons. It had been the work of a minute - even less, at that - for him to draw forth the male's life essence through his sack, and then out to his mouth. He'd left a sufficient amount of power for the smaller male to recover from, but the essence of seed in his belly had strengthened him rather substantially compared to where he had been a few moments ago.

He whispered his thanks to the incubus that had been his teacher some time past, before he'd drained the sex demon in a similar manner. That demon, however, had been drained to nothing, and Nataraj had absorbed his nature as well as his power, leaving the creature with nothing.

Other priests were slowly spilling down the steps from the Temple of Dragons, their thick robes hiding their genitals from him. The lizard, wearing naught but a loincloth, smiled at them and nodded his head, wiping his cum-stained lips.

"I beg your pardon for draining one of your brothers, but I simply must have a chance to speak with your god. He's been so aloof for so long, and I wish to beg a favor of him."

"Why?" one of the other priests, a bull, asked.

Nataraj chuckled, taking his time as he walked up the steps. Some were icy, but he was used to that. He had sucked cock and given up his ass to all creatures of all climes, and he seldom felt the temperature around him. The constant heat of the minotaur had settled in his body, leaving him always ready for rutting, and always feeling the warmth of that heat throughout his body. He stepped up to the bull, running one hand in a practiced motion along the bovine's crotch.

It didn't take him long to find the throbbing shaft rising to meet him, nor the balls that could have filled both hands if they were exposed. The lizard chuckled, feeling them both up as he looked up at the priest, enjoying the slight blush on the bull's face.

"Why else would a mere lizard wish to beg a favor of a dragon? I know what his price shall be, and that itself will be a reward. But my body is weak, my need is strong. I wish to beg him the chance to strengthen myself, so that I might serve all with greater pleasures."

"I...I see. And what proof do you have that you are good enough for our god?"

"I have testimonials."

"Testi - where? You're naked."

"Right here."

And, in a motion much like pulling a rabbit out of a hat, he pulled a set of papers out from under his loincloth. It was a collection of different bits of parchment, most written in rather scratchy writing - after all, it was rather difficult to write well when one was getting sucked, fucking another, or any of a number of other things - but with evident examples of his skills. The lizard smiled, handing them over to the bull with a proud gesture.

The priest took the papers, and Nataraj took a moment to enjoy the moment, taking in the priests around him. There were thirteen of them, all of different species, but all marked with the horns of the dragon god coming out of their head. It made them look rather strange in some cases - the bull's curved horns had been replaced with those of his master, after all - but it also unified them in the same way.

Still, the lizard couldn't help but see the horns as handlebars, things someone might grip and use to hold someone down as they fucked their face. The thought left his cock growing a bit beneath his loincloth.

The temple itself, just past the bull, was a magnificent structure. It was built in the shape of a great feral dragon, with the tail curled up and back between the wings, with the forelegs forced forward and the great maw of the dragon serving as the front door. Massive fires more than twenty feet across burned in the palms of the forelegs, and in the eyes of the dragon, and in the wings, he could see windows that marked the living quarters of the temple.

Wonder what they keep in the crotch, he thought to himself.

Finally, the bull handed the parchment back to him, and Nataraj tucked it right back into the pocket portal that he kept under his loincloth.

"You may enter the temple. Follow me."

"Yes, I shall, oh he with the prodigious cock and swollen sack."

The lizard bowed and followed the blushing bull, enjoying the slight teasing that he was able to do with such ease. Most of the priesthood had a strange prudishness against the sort of thing that he did. While this one seemed immune to that exact thing, he could tell that they weren't used to having a sex mage among their fellows.

They would get used to it, soon enough.

He smiled as he fondled himself as they walked along, allowing the spilling power of lust to emanate from him. It spread out in its own little aura, visible only to his eyes. One by one, the other priests were affected by it, bringing out a series of boners and bulges in the robs that they wore. It was rather sexy, and more than a little bit teasing, even to himself.

The priests didn't seem to realize that it had happened, at first, though as more and more of them started to stare at each other and feel their building urges, he knew that it would eventually come to light what he'd done. What was important was that they'd be busy. Very, very busy, when the time came for him to meet with the dragon god of the temple.

All according to plan.

It had been something that Nataraj had been working on for years. He had gone all over the world, consuming the seed and power of every creature that he could find. It had started with his incubus teacher, sucking him dry and then leaving him with none of the power that he had wielded over the other demons. He'd moved on to minotaurs, taking in their strength and stamina, and then to the genies, and then to centaurs. More and more and more, each one with a different strength, a different ability that he could make use of, and all of them more than eager to give it up for one that could bring them pleasure.

The dragon god, he was sure, would be no different.

As the lustful aura continued to spread, the priests started to break off, splitting into the different alcoves that they passed in the dragon temple. They slid away, their robes sliding up and exposing cocks and holes that were hungry for them. In little more than five minutes, only the bull remained, and Nataraj could tell that he held off only through the proclaimed duty to lead the lizard to his master.

They reached the door that would take him to the final altar, and the bull turned around. The bovine was panting, his cock rock hard and throbbing, dripping through the cloth of his robe. The lizard smiled, reaching out and stroking the bulge. He could feel the tremors running through the shaft, and for a moment, he considered sucking away that power, feeding himself before he took on the dragon god.

But no, that sort of thing was a bit crass, even for him. It would be better to face the deity on his own terms, show his power before the dragon as it had grown over his lifetime, rather than force the bull to bend right here and now.

Instead, he nodded back the way that they'd come, back down the lines of torches and humping, panting men.

"Go and join them."

The bovine obeyed as if the lizard was already his god, rather than just another entreater of the great deity inside. As soon as he was out of the way, Nataraj smiled.

"This is going to be fun."

He stepped forward, pushing open the door. It bent at his fingertips rather than moved, sliding forward as if he were walking under a waterfall. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't a door, but rather a shimmering line of dragon scales, something that had been put together as a soft barrier rather than a hard one.

He approved.

Inside the final room, he saw a throne on the far side of an altar, and every stretch of the wall was lit with fire, burning from an endless font of flame. There was no fuel for them, but rather, they seemed to take the fire and the energy for it from the magic of the great dragon that ruled here. The lizard looked at the throne, and saw the typical shimmer that came with the appearance of one of the great powers of the world. He smiled, bowing at the waist.

"I come to beg a boon of you, great lord of the mountains."

"Approach."

The voice alone told him that this was a true god, rather than simply a dragon that had taken sufficient power to pretend to be. It rumbled through the earth, and then up through his bones, making his entire body rattle in response. He groaned as he felt the vibrations through his bare feet, feeling it settle in the back of his skull before growing ever stronger throughout his body.

Only when he obeyed did the vibrations start to fade away, and he was almost afraid. The power of the dragon was a degree higher than he had expected. Was he ready for this?

The lizard snorted on the inside. He was. He had bested all those that he had set himself against, laid those that had been considered so celibate that they would never orgasm, outlasted those with such stamina that they had laid waste to harems and brothels the world over. He not only could defeat this dragon god in a battle of sex, but he would beat him.

The lizard walked around the altar, falling to his knees before the throne. He looked upon the dragon god, red scales shimmering in the fire all around them, the scales wet and oiled in appearance. There were no clothes to hide that magnificent body from his eyes, and the dragon's cock stood out, laying over his thigh and extending outwards for at least the length of his hand, possibly further.

Nataraj lowered his eyes to the floor, and to the dragon god's feet. They were massive, long and huge. They looked as though they could stomp on him and cover his entire face with just one of them, and smother him beneath them. The scent, so close to the dragon, was a raspy sort of smell mixed with the usual musk of a man that he was used to. It reassured him, in a way. There was not so much difference between a god and a mortal as one might think.

The lizard bowed his head once more, looking up after a few seconds and smiling.

"I bring a petition for the great one."

"I listen."

"I have served in every way possible to the creatures of this earth. I have brought pleasure and wonder to any that might have asked it, and many that would never seek it on their own. I ask to have my body marked as the Ever-Slut."

It was a reasonable request, and one that he did legitimately want. It was the mark that was given to those that had become a master of sex magic, those that had found a way to bring pleasure to anything and everyone. It would give them the power to seduce all, to have their hips sway in the most hypnotic fashions, to have their bare feet emit pheromones to draw others to follow in their footsteps and rut them, to have their balls spill seed that would hypnotize others in the way of the slut. It was the mark of becoming a demi-god of sex.

The dragon looked at him, cocking his head to the side in consideration, and the great beast rested his head on his hand for a moment. Nataraj remained as silent as the grave, knowing that this was the moment of truth. If the dragon did not accept his request, or offer him the chance to prove himself, then he would have to start all over again. One did not initiate sex with a god; a god initiated it with you.

Finally, the red dragon chuckled, leaning back on his throne. His arms rested at his sides, and his legs spread just enough to show off that massive cock between them. Heavy balls rested on the throne, the scales smooth and soft, the orbs flattened out a bit from their sheer size and weight resting on the rock beneath them.

"You may test yourself against me, lizard. If you prove worthy, then I shall grant you the boon that you seek. If not...then perhaps my priests will enjoy you even more than they already have."

"You know of my antics, great one?"

"I have seen all. I know that you wish us to be alone. I have tested others in orgies; I will have you myself."

The lizard knew a compliment when he heard it, but it didn't mean that he was entirely set at ease. The dragon knew more than he had expected, so he would have to tread carefully. That didn't mean that he wasn't ready for the challenge, though. Smiling up at the deity, he lowered his head to the great red soles, picking one of them up and turning it so that he could rest his face against the underside.

It was just what he wanted, warm, soft, and slick. The musk coming off the sole set his head to spinning, and he moaned as he turned his head, nuzzling along the sole and then up to the toes, and then back down again. He could feel the scent settling into his scales, becoming ever thicker, and he moaned as his cock started to push up against the underside of his loincloth.

He wanted it, and he would have it.

Sticking out his tongue, Nataraj started to lick along the dragon's sole, tasting sweat at first, and then the soft, raspy muskiness of the scales beneath it. He let out another moan, his eyes rolling back slowly at the pleasurable taste that overwhelmed his tongue, and he gradually worked his way down along the sole, making his way from toes to heel with abandon and glee. Everything was perfect. The dragon's foot was as good as anyone could have ever wanted, and he was the one that got to worship it.

The scent was messing with his head, he knew, but it was something that he could deal with. It wasn't something that he could stop, and it wasn't something that he wanted to stop, either. He wanted to feel that scent slipping into his mind, a permanent reminder of the dragon's power, of his sexiness, of everything.

He had judged correctly. As he licked, worshiped, and moaned, he could see that the dragon's shaft was slowly rising between his legs. There was no doubt that the god loved this sort of worship, and Nataraj smiled.

He refused to let himself think of the things that he would do once he had properly drained the god, didn't give into the temptation to gloat in his own temporary triumph. He had a long way to go, and he had to keep focused.

Dragging his tongue from heel to toe, he saturated his tongue with the musk and sweat of the dragon's feet, and used it to fuel another spell of lust. It was not targeted to the dragon's cock, the way that the other spells had been, but rather to his soles. He licked, flicking his tongue around with arcing red lines of sex magic, and allowed it to burn into the nerves, increasing their sensitivity, building them up so that his worshiping nuzzles could bring greater pleasure to the deity.

He felt that the dragon allowed it rather than his power overcame the dragon's, but it was something. He dragged his tongue up again, and heard the soft moans of the dragon lord, could feel the lust that was slowly building up in front of him. Nataraj smiled, using another spell to bring up the sweat content of the foot, making it moist again, making it let out more of that scent.

Putting that foot down, he started on the other, nuzzling it, making love to it with his tongue and his face. The dragon moaned slightly over him, and he could see the twitching red shaft just out of reach. He could have reached out for it, he knew. Could have reached out and held it in the palm of his hand, but he refused. He would get it soon enough, but until then...

He licked, nuzzled, kissed along the bottom of the dragon's foot, working his way from the arch to the toes. One toe flicked down, rubbing his nose, and the scent hit him hard. Harsh, hot, salty, musky. He groaned, his cock at a full erection, dripping down on the rock below him and between his knees.

"You have an appreciation for soles that few have shown, lizard."

"I have an appreciation for all parts of my partners, great dragon."

"I can tell. But this is something special to you, is it not?"

"Perhaps. It is a treat to me to serve this part of you."

"Then serve as such."

The dragon lifted one of those huge feet, and brought it down right on the lizard's cock. Nataraj gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head as he thrust forward against his will, his cock grinding along the slippery, almost slimy underside of the dragon god's foot. He moaned, his hands falling to that foot, holding it against him and trying futilely to lift it away.

The dragon god laughed.

"Go ahead. Try and suck on my shaft when you are this distracted. I will see your full potential, lizard, your full power bared before me."

Nataraj knew that there was no getting out of that. His master wanted to see him work as hard as he could, wanted to see him earn the power and the blessing that he so craved. He would give the dragon what he wanted.

As his hips bucked against that foot without his consent, the lizard leaned forward towards the shaft. The dragon god pointed it down, the fattened head pointing right at his lips and dripping with eagerness that he hadn't seen since his time with the minotaurs. He licked his lips in anticipation, and then slowly pulled the head into his mouth. It was some effort, considering its sheer thickness, but he made it happen.

His hips sliding forward and back, his cock smooshed against the soft, smooth foot of the deity before him was a distraction and a half, but he kept licking, sucking, dragging his tongue and his lips along the head of the dragon's cock. It was as musky as the soles had been, perhaps even more, and he could feel the constant dribble of the salty pre running down his throat. He moaned under his breath, forcing himself to keep sucking no matter how much was coming for him, and he forced his head down the shaft even further, stretching and craning his neck forward.

Nataraj could feel the bubbling power in the balls ahead of him, knew that the dragon god was close to cumming. The power in those orbs had to be massive, something that he could use to his advantage in the coming years. He smiled as he thought about how much he could drain the dragon at the point of climax, and whether he himself might become a god.

It was so close now, so very close. He wiggled his tongue along the bottom of the dragon's shaft, feeling the fat cock get thicker and thicker, pushing further down his throat. It had to be the biggest cock he had ever taken, outstripping even the centaurs and their massive shafts as he started to suck down to the base, along the sides. He could feel his chin resting against the great orbs, getting his face smeared with the dragon's sweat and musk.

And that foot, that foot on his cock was driving him mad. Every so often, he thrust against it hard enough that the tip of his cock pushed between the toes, and when he did, the dragon god 'punished' him by clenching down, trapping his cock head in place and keeping him from moving it. It was a horrible feeling, but so pleasurable at the same time, driving him mad with moans and shivers.

Nataraj could feel it. They were both on the edge. He had to...he had to do it now.

He lashed out with his tongue, sex magic flicking from the tip of his tongue to the tip of the dragon god's cock. The red dragon suddenly thrust his head back, and his cock forward. One hand on the back of Nataraj's head trapped the lizard in place, forcing him to suck cock for his life...and it was just what he wanted.

He sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and every pull brought more of the dragon's power with it. He grinned as he felt the tingle of magic rushing down his throat, and he used that power to enhance his own suction.

"No...you idiot!"

The dragon felt it, but Nataraj felt confident. He gestured with his free hand, summoning spells of bondage. Chains leaped from his fingers, rushing for the dragon, only to be dashed upon the barriers that the god lifted to protect himself. The lizard kept sucking, pulling, draining the god's power through the fleshy straw in his mouth, sucking him for everything that he had.

He could feel the dragon's feet, though. They pressed against him firmly, heel to his balls and toes against his belly. They pushed, milked, drained him in turn, pulling pre, and then -

"MMMPH!"

Nataraj gasped, feeling a sudden clenching squeeze against his cock. The dragon's power had pulled it firmly against the god's sole, milking him, stroking him, grinding the head of his shaft right into the rolling lift of the dragon's arch. Nataraj sucked harder, trying to get the power of the god before it was too late.

The god's barriers were holding against his binding spells, and only the pleasure of his mouth had kept the god from shoving him off already. Nataraj kept sucking, desperately pulling down wave after wave of cum, but it wasn't enough. He was so close, but the dragon was still holding strong, and then -

"MMMPH! MMMPH!"

Soft shocks came from the bottom of the dragon god's soles, and that pushed him over the edge. The lizard helplessly humped those big red feet, cumming his brains out upon the soles. He sprawled forward, unable to keep sucking as he came again and again and again, shooting his seed hard. He moaned, and groaned, and shivered, his body trembling as he came.

And as he did, the power that he'd collected came shooting out with it. There was nothing he could do to stop it, not this time, not when he was already weakened. He moaned as it slid out of his cock, splattering into the god's soles even as he tried to drain some little bit more from the great dragon.

It was too late. The dragon god pushed him down, leaving him flopped out on the floor, and he was unable to get up. Nataraj groaned, shaking his head, trying to squirm, but not only had his power been taken, but so had the ability to move. He was so weak that it was all he could do to remain conscious.

The dragon god stood over him, shaking his head, massive cock swaying over slightly diminished balls.

"You were greedy, lizard. You had the chance to become something great and mighty, and instead, you threw it all away to try and become the god of something you could never rule."

The dragon lifted his hand, and red bands suddenly snapped around Nataraj's arms and legs, pinning him to the floor. The dragon approached him with a shake of his head, still hard, and still quite ready for more, as far as he could tell.

Another band snapped around his neck, and the lizard gasped as he suddenly felt his magic pushed down, sealed away. He couldn't reach out, empower himself, or increase his stamina anymore. Everything that he had learned was pushed down to the end of his mind, away from where he could use it, or even remember it. He shook his head, suddenly frightened.

The dragon god shook his in turn.

"You have learned the power of sex through others. Now, it is time to learn it for yourself."

That magic burned over him, rushing through his veins as he felt himself being changed. The mark of the Ever-Slut was not his, but the bodily signs began to grow in. His growing hips were slowly lifting him off the ground, pushing him to be a little more round-hipped and big assed, and he could feel the cushion that was that bigger ass filling in behind him, taking away some bit of the discomfort of laying on the hard stone ground. He could feel the power pushing deeper, though, and knew that this was not going to be the end of it.

His cock and balls were suddenly rendered weak, his shaft going from rock hard to completely soft. Though it grew longer, bigger, heavier, it felt...off. The dragon god smiled.

"You will never cum again. Your chastity will extend through the years, and your cock will never rise to meet your need. All of your pleasure will henceforth come from that big, fat, ass of yours."

And fat it was becoming. The lizard gasped as he felt it jiggle, bouncing him upwards as it suddenly swelled. The bands around his arms and legs suddenly became more uncomfortable as they had to deal with his ass pushing him up rather than him laying flat along the ground. It was not the most comfortable, but neither was what came next.

Part of the earth swelled upwards, pushing between his ass cheeks. The lizard's eyes went wide before the forming rock shaft suddenly slammed into him. He arched his back, gasping and moaning at the same time. The rock was hot, burning in the way of a real cock, and it almost seemed to buzz as it went past his prostate.

ZZZZAP!

A sudden shock made his limp cock flop about, a jet of pre shooting from him. The lizard shivered, panting, gasping in the forced pleasure -

ZZZZAP!

Another one, making him spurt again. His balls swelled and churned, growing bigger as they were forced to keep up with the intense milking going on from within, but his cock never grew any bigger. It just throbbed impotently, getting milked with the toy that had been rammed inside of his ass from behind.

He groaned as another burst of pleasure hit him, and then another, and another. Every single one took him deeper, making it harder to focus. The pleasure was overwhelming and constant, making it impossible to get used to, impossible to focus and pull through, something so different from anything that he had experienced in the past.

Nataraj panted, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as his balls seemed to swell, getting so big that they could never actually be held by another person. They had to be at least the size of shields, forcing his legs apart to the point where they would wobble and sway with any movement. His cock was still huge, but positively dwarfed by them, oozing over them, covering them with his own musk.

"Every bit of pleasure you receive will be from your ass, or your mouth."

The dragon god was over him, he realized, and was squatting over his face. That cock slipped past his lips before he could say anything, and Nataraj gasped as he felt another change.

As his lips started to swell, the lizard felt them become more sensitive. The touch of the dragon god's cock passing through them felt as intensely amazing as the sense of pleasure that came from the rod in his ass. Just the slow rubbing of the cockhead on his lips was enough to make him shiver, like someone was rubbing a prostate that wasn't there.

"Your mouth will be as pleasurable a fuck-hole as anything else. You will be the toy of the temple, and you will love it. You will earn the title of Ever-Slut, rather than stealing it."

He was face-fucked, but slowly. Every thrust altered him, changing his face into more and more of a toy. The lizard could feel his teeth becoming less and less of a threat, almost as if they were covered in some gummy layer of something, keeping his fangs from being pointed, or his teeth from being anything but a means of delivering pressure texture to a cock inside of his mouth. They would no longer be a defense against anything that someone wanted to take from him.

He blushed as he burned hotter than ever, imagining what that would be like in the future. Even as the dragon pulled back, gesturing over the rest of his body, Nataraj could feel his libido climbing high. Not all of it, he knew, was due to the dragon god's punishment. Some of it...some of it was his own need, building up in a way that he had never believed possible.

He had stolen so much from others, taken so much power to make himself into the mightiest and sexiest of sex mages. Now...now he was broken, and he had to start all over again, and this time, with many temptations ahead of him.

The lizard loved it.

His feet grew bigger, though not immense. Shackles of red burned into his scales as they changed colors, marking him as a slave of the temple, and the same color burned around the base of his cock and around his balls. There was nothing that would hide that, as his loincloth was burned away with the dragon's magic, leaving him bare as the day he was born. Nataraj panted in his bindings, his toes curling, his feet sweating. His entire body sweating, for that matter, leaving him shiny from head to toe.

As his prostate was shocked again and again, leaving him constantly dripping pre, the dragon pulled him upright. He was left panting, gasping, his massive balls almost dragging him back down to his knees. They hung more than halfway to them, anyway, and forced his legs apart so far that he knew he would be waddling until someone took that punishing curse off him.

The dragon god pulled his head up, forcing him to look at the red dragon once more. The god grinned.

"Your body has been changed. And now...your mind."

The last thought that Nataraj had was one of wonder, drowned out as his lust was brought forth.

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A month later, the lizard was still at the temple. Sex magic had slowly come back to him, but it was leashed to the service of the dragon god. Not to the priests, but to the dragon god. Nataraj could only have his magic through worship of his master, only gain power again through the cum he was fed.

At all other times, he was on his hands and knees before the priests, used as a form of stress relief, as a means of giving them what they could not have, otherwise. New spells, shapeshifting ones, allowed him to take on the forms of whatever they wanted, whatever they needed, and he used them frequently to gain the upper hand when dealing with them.

But at all times, he was reminded that he was but the slut of the dragon god.

He wore both cockring and collar, with toe rings and a cock ring to add to his accessories when needed. All dangled the face of the dragon, reminding him where his loyalties lay, and if ever he began to think of treacherous thoughts, or thoughts of freedom, they delivered such powerful shocks of pleasure that he was paralyzed, forced to the floor with loud moans and gasps and many spurts of cum.

Most of the time, his thoughts remained where the dragon god had put them, deep down in the dark lusts, where he was to serve out the remainder of his days, and enjoy his time underfoot. Fetishes and magic were to be his life from then on, and most of the time, he was happy with that.

Yet, every now and then, some piece of the old Nataraj began to surface. Some memory of what he had once been. The most powerful sex mage in the land...and not entirely defeated.

It was always smashed down again, but it never stayed down. And perhaps, one day, he would return.

The End