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A dragon protects a small, coastal fishing village in exchange for the once-a-century sacrifice of a young male virgin. No one knows what the terrible dragon does with the boys he takes, but they are never seen again...

This story is based on an RP done by me (Delta) and a very nice friend of mine.

Contains: M/M, NC, Dom/Sub, Dragon, Lizard, TF, Hemipenes, Spooge, Rough Sex, Musk and Orgasm Denial. If you don't like rough, dirty depictions of (initially) non-consensual sex, then 1. Remember that this was a fantasy RP played out by two very much consenting adults (^_^) or 2. Don't read it!

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Daniel Markson woke up with a terrible headache, bound upright against a thick wooden pole. The rough, freshly-carved wood chafed against his back and tied-up hands as he groggily opened his eyes. Off in the distance he could smell the briny ocean, and the risen, mid-morning sun warms his cold, wet skin. It takes him several long moments to blink his eyes clear and come to his senses, horror slowly dawning upon the poor boy when he realizes where he is. Daniel looks around and realizes he has been tied up on the cursed, grassy patch of scrub where the dragon's sacrifice is prepared. He tries to scream, but his voice is muffled by the gag tightly stuffed inside his mouth.

Everyone in the village knows of the dark bargain they made to secure their peace from the barbarism of the outside world. Every century, a virgin boy is sacrificed to the mighty beast. Said boy is never again seen, and although no one knows of their exact fate most believe that the chosen young man is devoured alive. Because of the difficulty associated with picking the right sacrifice in the small hamlet, only the village elders are allowed to know when the time is right for a new sacrifice and they choose the boy in utter and complete secrecy. Each one is taken in their sleep, never knowing they were picked until it was far too late for them to escape.

Hot tears begin to pour down Daniel's face as sobs shake his bound form. He never gave much thought to the sacrifice, never even considered the possibility that he might be chosen. Now, everything he had to live for and might yet experience passes through his mind in a torrent of regret. How much longer did he have to live? How would he die? Would it hurt? The questions came to him no matter how hard he tried to abjure them, and each one drawing a fresh sob from the gagged boy. Fortunately, Daniel didn't have too long to lament his fate...

Suddenly, the young sacrifice hears the powerful beating of wings behind him and feels an unnatural wind wash over him. The tall grass in front of him is flattened to the ground, and then the boy hears the heavy, dull thump of something that must be very large landing behind him. All Daniel can do is whimper with pure, uncontrolled fear as the nightmarish reality of his fate asserts itself. Gagged and bound, Daniel closes his eyes and hopes that the end will come quickly.

The dragon moves his muzzle up behind the tied human, his hot humid breath blowing over the side of the human's head and ruffling his golden-brown hair. The dragon sniffs the air near his offering's ear, and then runs his long wet tongue along Daniel's neck. From the boy's sweet, pure taste, he would appear to meet the requirements of a proper sacrifice.

The human shakes, a cry dying in his throat as the beast's maw draws ever closer. The feeling of the creature's huge, long, hot tongue makes him shudder with fear and revulsion, as does the warm, smoky breath that flows through his hair and over his face. It's not going to be a very quick death, he thinks to himself. The beast was going to savor its meal!

How right he was, in a way.

Slowly, the dragon moves into Daniel's field of view. Despite the fact that the dragon walked on all four of its paws, the boy's head only came up to its shoulders. The dragon's long, sinewy neck was bent down to head-level, so that the boy could see the two sharp, smoky-gray horns that crested its head. Its armor-plated scales were as black as night, although they faded to a lighter gray along its spiny backridge and turned into fine, fiery crimson scales on its underbelly. Taken all together, the dragon's coloration resembled that of a meteor or burnt-out forest fire in the morning sun.

The dragon looked over his reward for keeping the village safe, slowly taking in the human's body with his hawk-like gaze. "I see the elders chose well this cycle; you will fulfill your purposes nicely."

Shaking with fear, Daniel cracks open one eye to look at the horrible, towering creature playing with him like a mouse, though he can offer no rejoinder. Even if the gag in his mouth hadn't been present, his mind was frozen with terror. All he could do was cry hoarsely into the gag's leather, and pray that that his life might yet be spared.

Talmarak reared up on his hind legs, standing well over the human. He then surged forward with appalling speed, placing one big, warm paw firmly over Daniel's mouth, forcing gag tighter in place. "Quiet!" he hissed. "Your crying is coarse to my ears."

Choking slightly on the gag as it is forced deeper into his mouth, Daniel quickly decides that whatever this horrible creature wants him to do, he better do. With a supreme effort, the terrified boy manages to stifle his crying, although sobbing aftershocks still wrack his body. His eyes are drawn to the monster's sharp fangs, which look like white swords as they gleam inside his vast maw.

"That's better..." the dragon says, slowly taking his paw away from Daniel's mouth once he's confidant the boy would cease his noisy cries, not seeming to mind the sobbing so much as the outright crying. Talmarak looked over his shoulder towards the distant fishing village, giving the frightened boy a clear view of his curled horns and his smoke-colored backridges. His gaze lingered on the village, noticing something far off in the distance.

"Well, I'm not here to put on a show..." the dragon says, with a huff of annoyance.

Talmarak reached into a leather pouch tied around his waist, pulling out a handful of magic-infused dust and ceremonially sprinkling a pinch over both Daniel and himself. Then, the dragon carefully began to pour a circle-shaped pattern of it in the thick weeds around the staked boy, seeming to confirm Daniel's worst fears about magic being involved. After Talmarak finished the circle he made a couple of careful adjustments, standing inside the circle and waiting patiently. The world beyond the circle of sand in the grass slowly began to darken, and the panorama of a dusty cave slowly superimposes itself over the view, gaining strength and reality by the second...

Daniel closes his eyes as the magical forces warp reality around him, afraid of what is happening although comforted by a faint glimmer of hope. He might still be eaten, but as time went on it was starting to seem less and less likely. The boy blinks as the translocation finishes, trying to clear the haze of ethereal energies from his eyes and mind. He felt the weight of the stake he was still bound to against his hands and back, but the wooden pole wasn't anchored to anything anymore. A small layer of topsoil, field plants and grass sit disjointedly around him in an almost geometrically perfect circle. Though he can't see much of his new environ, he notices that the cavern is illuminated with bricks set in the roof that glow with soft, magical light.

Quizzically, wonder and fear mixing in his mind, Daniel slowly tries to turn around. He doesn't get far before Talmarak steadies the pole with a firm paw. A faint hiss of scales on stone reaches the boy's ears as the dragon reaches over and does something to the bottom of the stake, causing it to stand rigidly upright once again, secured to the cave floor. Talmarak moves behind Daniel after re-securing the stake, referencing a thick tome already lying open on a marble table at the edge of the room, running a claw along it as he peruses the tome and wonders what to do with his new human...

Daniel twists his head around, trying to see what the black dragon was doing. He can see the monstrous creature reading a strange tome alive with glowing runes and ever-shifting glyphs out of the corner of his eyes. While the boy was shocked that the creature could talk, he is even more surprised to find that it could *read* as well. He never heard much about what exactly the village protector was; like the others Daniel knew of the dragon as a force of nature and not as a living, thinking creature. The dragon's very existence seemed more myth than reality... except when some uncouth barbarian raiders or bandits tried to raid the town. Every time- without fail- they were torn into bloody ribbons, devoured alive, or burnt to ash.

Seemingly preoccupied with his work, the dragon moved over to a shelf crowded with many jars of slimy, barely recognizable things and bags filled with exotic powders. A faint ringing resonates inside the dragon-cave as he rifles through the shelves for a moment, finally grabbing a glass beaker and some of the powders, stirring them with a glass rod until they are combined, slowly speaking words that seem to carry an unnatural weight as he does so. After a moment of that strange procedure he seems content with the results, and places the stirring rod back into the shelves. He moves back over in front of Daniel, standing imposingly in front of the poor human on his hind claws. Roughly tearing the gag out of the boy's mouth, he firmly presses the beaker against the human's lips with a single command.

"Drink."

Daniel is so surprised by the dragon's actions that he almost does just that, but the bubbling magical brew scares him to the bone. Is the dragon not going to kill him after all, or is the strange liquid just supposed to make him more digestible? Shaking his head to the side, he tries to avoid the stuff as it pours just against his pursed lips.

Talmarak give an impatient internal sigh at his offering's resistance, having run out of forbearance hundreds of years ago when it came to breaking in his new belongings. He pinches Daniel's nose closed with a surprisingly dexterous paw and pushes the boy's head back roughly, forcing it into the wood backing him. Harder this time, he presses the beaker into his human's mouth.

"Drink!" he repeats, with a low roar.

Daniel is forced to choke down the potion after attempting to hold his breath for a few seconds. It leaves a bitter, oily, acrid taste in his mouth, like drinking burnt snakeskin. As the concoction flows down his throat and settles into his belly, he can feel his skin tingle and his bones hurt like he's never felt before. Even on his nineteenth birthday- when he and the lads got so drunk they passed out on a boat and ended up waking offshore- he didn't fell quite this discombobulated.

Knowing what the contents of the elixir would do and just how painful the first moments would be, Talmarak rakes his claws carefully along the side of the stake, leaving deep gouges in the wood and cutting through the ropes holding Daniel. The boy falls to his knees doubled-over as the initial effects of the arcane concoction roll over him in waves of agonizing pain. To Daniel, it feels like his very bones were rebelling against him, like his skin had been lit on fire. He holds his stomach with both hands and writhes on the hard stone floor, shaking as involuntary convulsions wrack his body. But in the back of his mind, he takes comfort in the fact that at least he is still alive to feel the pain. For his part, the black wyrm simply sits down on his powerful haunches and watches the boy like an eagle considering a wounded rabbit, waiting for the potion to take effect...

Eventually, when the pain subsides, Daniel slowly rises to one knee. The potion had settled inside him like a molten lead weight, but aside from a flutter of golden-brown hair falling off his head he felt unharmed. With a look of pleading, uncertain fear, he looks up at the black dragon.

Talmarak watches carefully as Daniel recovers, swiftly moving over to him the second he was able to rise. The dragon firmly grabs the boy by his shoulders and flips him back-first on the stone floor, drawing a grunt of pain from the still-human and throwing a faint cloud of dust away from them. Then the wyrm slowly leans his sinewy neck over the boy, and once again runs his tongue along the underside of Daniel's jaw. Talmarak can feel a faint tingling on his tongue that quickly passes, but it confirms the potency of the concoction to the magic-attuned creature and that it will soon have the desired results. Chuckling to himself with satisfaction, Talmarak gives his sacrifice a broad smile, showing off teeth that would make a shark envious.

The sight of the dragon's teeth makes Daniel audibly gulp. He can still feel a warm tingling on his jaw where the dragon had licked him, but he was afraid that wiping it off might provoke the beast. The poor young man was completely overwhelmed by the dragon's arcane powers and forceful, physical domination. He tries to frantically back up, hands scrabbling against the cave floor and coughing as stirred-up dust continues to settle upon him. The boy's shirt was partially torn from the beast's razor-sharp claws, exposing his lean, lightly muscled chest.

"W-what... what are... a-are you g-going to do with me?" Daniel asked, trying to suppress the overwhelming urge to run. Even though he knew he could never outrun a *dragon*, it didn't stop his instincts from urging him to try.

"Looks like you're going to be a good one." Talmarak says, ignoring the human's question entirely.

"A good w..." Daniel starts to ask before his question is suddenly interrupted. The dragon bends over him had pressed his maw against Daniel's lips, and shoved his massive forked tongue right into the human's mouth.

For half a second, Daniel is too shocked to even realize what is happening. Then, as the lewd act continues, he is forced to come to grips with the fact that the long, powerful, slimy invader in his mouth is the dragon's *tongue*. He was being *kissed* by the *dragon*!? Filled with revulsion, the human tries to back away from the beast's maw but one of the monster's massive paws holds him firmly to the ground. Daniel briefly considers biting down on the invading tongue, but a brief mental image of his charred skeleton resting under the ocean makes him abjure that plan in a hurry. As Daniel tries to push the dragon's fang-lined muzzle away from him, a strange, pulling pain begins to creep into his mouth and jaw, growing stronger with each second that the unwelcome kiss continues...

Talmarak keeps his muzzle locked with the poor human's mouth as Daniel struggles against him, his tongue rubbing against the human's for a moment. Then, knowingly, he carefully presses the tips of his forked tongue to the roof of the human's mouth, the tines touching the proto-Jacobson's organ forming there.

Daniel's eyes shoot open as the slimy tongue continues to force itself into him, the dragon's warm saliva starting to displace human spittle inside his own mouth. He is forced to swallow some of the dragon's slimy juices just to clear his mouth; the slick stuff leaving a strange, smoky taste in his throat as he does so. But far stranger than that taste is the flood of sensation pouring into his brain from his growing Jacobson's organ, a torrent of information he can't yet understand. He can taste something that is as immaterial as fire and as hard as steel, as fast as lightning and as calm as morning dew. Something as mysterious as magic itself, and yet as natural as life itself. With a sudden shock of recognition, he realizes he is tasting the dragon's very essence.

The slimy tongue laps against the roof of his mouth again, and more information he never asked for comes to him. Daniel feels his penis sluggishly start to harden and feels his cheeks flush red with blood as a tiny bit of dragon-musk drips into his senses. The potent, overpowering taste makes mental images of erect, dripping, throbbing dragon-cocks fill his mind in flashes of insight, mental pictures he never even took. The feeling is so disorienting that one could forgive the boy for not noticing that his lips had begun to harden into glossy scales, or that the cracking of bone in his face heralded the growth of his new muzzle...

Talmarak pulls his head back, the broken kiss leaving a drippy string of saliva between his mouth and the human's as he watches him respond to the carefully measured stimulation.

Daniel gasps for breath as his lips are freed from the dragon's unbreakable grasp "S...stop! What are you doing?! What... what's happening to..." he manages to say, before his voice is cut off.

The dragon shifts his grip on Daniel to his other paw, turning around and pressing both of the human's arms firmly into the stone floor beneath. His underside fills Daniel's eyes as he lines his pubic scales up with the "human's" face, before suddenly pressing his moist, scaly slit against the boy's face and nose.

"Now, lick my slit you squirmy little lizard." the dragon says, even though most people would say it was clearly a human he was forcing his sex upon.

Daniel tries to back away again as the musky slit is forced against his face, pressing so hard against him it makes his nose hurt. He can't gain a centimeter of purchase against the claws holding him down on the cold, hard floor, and he can't move his legs one bit with the dragon's bulk against them. Once again, he tries to hold his breath...

A single, opaque drop of slitfluid drips from the warm opening pressing against him, falling on Daniel's trembling lips and breaking his concentration. Taking a deep, desperate breath, pure dragon-musk saturates Daniel's nose and throat. It is a sweet, sticky, heavy, cloying, powerful, male, aroma, one that makes the poor human gasp out as it pours into his lungs like syrup. Talmarak's thick tail brushes over the human's forehead and hair, slowly swaying from side to side as he waits for his musk to take effect on the human. The dragon's powerful forepaws easily keep the human's arms pinned as he struggles against the stone floor, slowly grinding his male slit against the boy's forming muzzle and nose. But annoyingly his slit remains untouched by tongue.

"Lick me, lizard!" the dragon roars impatiently at Daniel, causing an echo in the cavern.

The sound of the dragon's roar frightens Daniel terribly, making him shake under the beast's mighty claws. Blinking tears out of his eyes from the powerful musk washing over him, the still-human feels a drug-like haze quickly creeping into his mind and body. If he had a view besides the blood-red of the dragon's male slit, he might have noticed that his face was clearly pressing outward by a good half-length and that his nose had begun to merge with the rest of his face. As it was, all Daniel could do was squirm as heady musk wafted into his nostrils and hard scales made his face hurt and wonderwhy his lips felt so strange.

"I said *lick*!" Talmarak repeated, punctuating his growl with a rough buck of his hips.

Daniel slowly gives the dragon's slit a small, barely noticeable lick, hoping it might sate the monster's lust. Talmarak feels the tiny lick against his sensitive nethers as well as the lizard-to-be's muzzle forming, but as pleasing as those developments were they were outweighed by the boy's continued recalcitrance.

"More, you scaly slut!" the dragon roars, annoyed by the lack of effort from his prize. He began to press his dampening sex against the muzzle under him harder, forcing Daniel's tongue back into his mouth.

As his tongue slips back past his lips, Daniel accidentally brushes it against the roof of his mouth. The taste of the dragon's slitfluids explodes onto his reptilian taste-gland. It is like smoked red meat and black pepper, with a salty, almost chocolate richness to it. The lingering aftertaste is that of alcohol and sweat, with hints of burnt cedar and charred paper. Suddenly, hot, radiant pleasure makes the young man's head throb. His mouth begins to water with alien hunger, making his growing snout suck in more warm, cloying air from the dragon's slit. This tantalizing first taste of slitfluid makes the drug-like fuzziness in Daniel's brain multiply a hundredfold; his tongue is trembling with eagerness when it next slips past his scaly lips.

Drunk with lust, Daniel's still-human tongue shoots into the dragon's slit as far as it can go, lapping against every centimeter of the sensitive internal walls it can reach. He paints slow, powerful licks around the hot orifice, pausing every so often to rub his tongue up against the roof of his mouth or suck some of the delicious slitfluid back into his mouth to swish around and swallow. Instead of gasping sobs, the still air of the cavern is full of needy moans. On a distant, intellectual level Daniel knows that his mind is warring with his body and losing, but any fight against the dragon's musk or strength feels like a lost cause.

"Yesss, you know you want more," the large dragon hisses with pleasure as his slave finally starts to do what he's told. Talmarak grips the humans arms a little more tightly as the boy starts to more enthusiastically lick his male-slit, his tail curling up against the top of the will-be lizard's head, brushing over the thinning hair on top of it. As the dragon's tail continues its stroking, more clumps of golden brown hair fall to the dark grey floor beneath them, utterly unnoticed by Daniel. His mind is thoroughly dominated by the smell and taste of dragon-musk, his tongue slowly starting to explore deeper into the dragon's slit as it lengthens. Musky, cloying, oily fluids are dripping all over his face, and all he can think of is how nice they feel against his bare skin. It is only when the boy's almost-complete muzzle pops past the dragon's sensitive, tight slitlips and his tongue's tip splits into forked tines that the human can think through the fog of male-musk dominating his mind.

When Daniel feels the tines of his tongue rub against the dragon's hardening hemipenes from two separate directions, the shock of transformation hits him like a lightning bolt. The dragon wasn't using an archaic metaphor or turn of phrase when he called him a lizard; he was turning him into one! The boy's struggling returns with a vengeance, the fear-stricken youth trying desperately to escape from the leaking male-slit he is trapped against. As Daniel starts to fight back once again, the dragon grips the still-mostly-human's arms tighter, causing his hard scales to dig painfully into soft human flesh. Talmarak easily keeps the poor creature under him pinned with his greater strength and mass.

"The sooner you stop struggling, the sooner you will enjoy what I do to you." the dragon says, with a weary but authoritative voice.

Danial moans in pain as the grip against him grows still-tighter, but with his muzzle- his muzzle!?!- buried inside the warm, wet slit he can't voice his protests. A few tears begin to form inside his eyes at the dragons harsh words. 'Enjoy this? How could I possibly enjoy this!?' he thinks, forgetting that seconds ago he had been doing just that.

Quickly, the pain becomes too much. Needing relief, Daniel lets his forked tongue slip from his muzzle once more and lick the head of one draconic hemipene with a flickering, lizard's kiss.

'It... it does taste pretty good...' he thinks to himself, as a spurt of precum washes over his tongue. He spits it back into the slit and continues with his licking, his tonguework becoming quicker and rougher as he gradually lets himself fall back under control of the virile male-musk pouring into his system.

Talmarak relaxes his grip on Daniel's arms as the lizard's tongue starts to pleasure his maleness again, revealing a red outline of his paws and the faint impression of his scales where his grip had been the tightest. Seeing how his captive seems to be returning his attention to where it belongs, he slowly lets both of his cocks slide out of his vent.

A fresh wave of his musk fills the air as the twin members reveal themselves; Daniel feels the penes begin to push his muzzle out of the slit, but he keeps lapping at them until they literally force him from it. They smear preseed against the elongated tip of his muzzle, which his tongue seems to seek out and lick up of its own volition. The sight of a lizard's sharp muzzle growing out of a human head atop a human body is an incongruous one, but already most of the boy's hair has fallen from him and his ears were already starting to shrink into earholes. The rest of his changes weren't far.

Daniel tries to come to his senses as his face is briefly freed again, but he can't help but want to suckle on those wonderful, delicious, thick cocks just in front of him. He can only hold himself back just long enough to ask his sorcerous master a question.

"W-why are you doing t-this?" he asks, preparing to dive upon one hemipene with barely-restrained need.

Talmarak pulls his prehensile cock back with surprising speed as he sees his servant try and take it into his cute new muzzle. "Now, now; you need to ask before you are allowed to suck on me. Ask 'master, may I suck your cock?'" the dragon says, ignoring the half-lizard's question.

"B... w..." Daniel starts to ask, half-completed syllables hanging in the air. The dragon-cock hanging just in front of him looks so delicious... but he can't just abandon his humanity and independence without a fight, village safety be damned. "P-please, just tell me why you are doing this! What are..."

Talmarak sees the male under him isn't going to ask, so to encourage the partial-lizard a bit, he began to rub one of his hemipenes all over the lizard's muzzle just as Daniel starts his questioning. The wyrm makes sure to thoroughly saturate the scales of his toy with musk and oily lubrication before he stops. "Can you ask nicely now?"

A diamond-pattern of scales are just finishing forming on top of Daniel's head as his skull flattens into a reptilian profile, the leathery dermis still spreading over him inexorably. Hot, fresh pre-seed drips down his snout and muzzle makes the lizard-to-be squirm, makes his whole body shake with need. The prehensile cock teases his lips so tantalizingly; Daniel can't help but try desperately to latch onto the cocktip.

Talmarak deftly moves his cock as the poor male under him tries to suck on it, dancing it out of reach each time the lizard tries to capture it with his lips. Each time the new servant seems to give up, he moves it back in, insidiously stroking along the underside of the transformed human's snout and continuing to saturate it with heavy dragon musk. Almost crying out with need, Daniel feels frustration and impotent rage build as his face is covered with oily dragoncream. The musky, meaty, salty-sweet fluid is literally dripping off his pointed muzzle now, but even the copious spurts the dragon deposits on him aren't enough for his hungry tongue. He needs to suckle that tasty fluid straight from the source, and maybe even get a taste of rich, thick dragon-cum...

Daniel's voice is shaky with need and the poor boy doesn't seem to understand how his new tongue works quite yet as he gives in to Talmarak. "M-masssster... may I... p-please... ssssuck your cock?" he asks, defeat and hope finely mixed in his strained voice.

Talmarak smiles as he watches the lizard under him squirm, finally asking the right question. Nonetheless, he waits a few tantalizing moments to tease his new prize.

"Yes slut, you may now suck my cock." he says, extending the tapered shaft slowly towards the lizard's mouth in reward while relaxing his grip slightly on the lizard's arms.

"T-thank you." Danial says with genuine gratitude as the prehensile cock bobs just into his reach. "I-I'm going to suck your cock as well as I can massster, I promissse."

"See that you do and you will be suitably rewarded for your efforts," the dragon replies, self-satisfied.

With a musk-drunk smile coming to his muzzle, Daniel sinks his whole maw down upon the slick, thick, pulsing cock. Centimeter after centimeter of thick dragonmeat disappears into the hungry lizard's long maw, until the tip of his snout is sucking musk-rich air straight from the dragon's slitrim. Hot, inexorable pleasure from the tight muzzle massages the full length of Talmarak's cock, the lizard's forked tongue wrapping around it to hold it steady. Again and again, his whole head moves back and forth, up and down the shaft, sucking it with all his might. Daniel's throat starts to shake as it turns into a loose, scaly covering, the precum flowing down it speeding his changes. The boy never gets a chance to see his musk-fogged pupils turn into narrow, reptillian slits or see his teeth magically sharpen; the changes simply manifest as a tingling, stretching sensation in no way as important as suckling the magnificent hemipene lodged inside his muzzle.

Talmarak gives a small moan of pleasure as the lizard pulls his entire cock into his muzzle, wrapping his flexible shaft gently back against the lizard's tongue in return. The feel of the lizard's throat wrapping around the end of his hemipene and bobbing quickly on it- combined with the delights of acquiring and beginning to break in a new pet- is almost too much for the dragon. He barely manages to hold back cumming for another moment, his cocktip leaking copious amounts of precum down the lizard's throat as he squeezes his eyes tight and moans softly.

Daniel feels a strange feeling of self-satisfaction when the dragon mounting his face moans. Why did it feel so good to suck this juicy dragoncock? To please the male towering above him? What magic was warping his body? The questions faded like morning mist in the immediacy of the dragon-musk's hold on him. He instead focuses on his sucking, his pace becoming ever-faster and harder until the tip of the thick hemipene begins to pop in and out of his throat. The transforming boy continues to lick every bit of tender meat his forked tongue can reach, enjoying immensely the flavors the cock brought to the roof of his wonderful new mouth. His muzzle keeps brushing up against Talmarak's other hemipene as it dangles lewdly in the air- erect and dripping with fluids but as yet untouched- and Daniel's snout continues to blow warm air against the dragon's sensitive, soft pubic scales and into his open, dripping slit. Daniel's only regret was that he didn't have a hand free to stroke the base of the magnificent maleness inside him.

Talmarak moans and his hindlegs shudder on either side of Daniel's now-reptilian head as his new servant fulfills his purpose for the first time. The dragon arches his back and the cock in the lizard's mouth swells and pulses with the beginnings of a truly epic orgasm. Suddenly, thick seed shoots into the lizard's maw and down his throat, a thick, hot, very potent gravy of male essence. Daniel's eyes shoot wide open and he gurgles a joyous laugh as rich dragoncum floods into him, his loose, scaly throat ululating as he gulps down every hot, juicy wad of cum pumped into him by the dragon's hemipene. Fiery heat settles into his belly as dragon-seed sinks into him, the poor boy just able to keep up with the flood of cum from the twitching penis. Still, his tongue greedily sucks up whatever cum washes back into his maw, to taste and savor it like a fine, smoky wine.

Daniel hated the way the dragon was forcing himself upon him, he hated the cruel way he taunted him, he hated the feeling of those cruel claws digging into his skin, and most of all he hated that his very body was being warped to fit that creature's sinister, inhuman whims. But despite all that, he loved the musky, delicious cum filling him up and flowing down his scaly chin.

Talmarak shudders a bit more as his climax comes to a close, having filled the young lizard's belly with over half a liter worth of sticky dragon cum as a result of the younger male's ministrations. He looks over the lizard beneath him, smiling to himself, "Your tongue and muzzle are quite skillful when you want them to be, my pet," he says to Daniel.

Daniel looks up to Talmarak, eyes wide with a strange mixture of fear, confusion, worry and lust. The changing human's reptilian muzzle is still busily working, sucking on the slowly softening hemipene until every last delicious drop of seed can be teased from it. A small dribble of cum has just begun to leak down the front of the lizard-boy's muzzle, dripping onto his hardening, darkening chestscales.

The dragon slowly, slightly reluctantly pulls his cock from the lizard's muzzle, brushing his other hemipene over the side of the younger male's face as he does so just to give him a reminder there's more to come. Then, Talmarak lifts his paws off Daniel's arms, unpinning them from the stone floor, causing blood to finally flow back into the lizard's hands. The wyrm is confident that now his prey won't take advantage of such freedom and do something foolish- like run off.

Daniel waits a few seconds, licking his lips free of excess seed as his arms are freed. He then adjusts his position, feeling his sore arms. Much to his continued horror, tiny clawnubs are forcing their way from his fingertips and a pattern of fine scales are spreading from his palms all over his hands. His muzzle is sore from sucking so hard for so long, his whole face and mouth is still saturated with dragon-musk and is his belly full of hot cum; somehow these things feel good.

"I... I did what you wanted. It was k-kinda good, actually. But p-please, could you tell me w-what is happening?" Daniel pleads again, still shocked by the morning's events.

Talmarak moves from over the lizard, padding softly on all fours to just behind the lizard-boy. He places his warm paws on the male's shoulders, just over the tattered remains of his shirt.

"As a reward for pleasing me, I'll let you know what's happening to you," the dragon says, as he slowly lets his paws roam over Daniel's chest, enjoying the feeling of the skin slowly turning scaly under his touch. "You are becoming a cute little lizard-boy to better serve me. You will be responsible for the everyday cleaning of my lair, as well as maintenance of your master when I desire it."

"M-maintance?" Daniel stutters. He can see fine scales forming on his chest through where his shirt is torn, his skin hot and burning as it hardens and changes into green scales. Even as they spread and grow before his eyes, he tries to disbelieve the change is actually happening.

"Yesss little one, maintenance. Like what you just performed... and more." the dragon hisses softly. Wanting to get a better view of his prize as he changes, Talmarak moves his paws and with a powerful tear rips the shirt off the lizard like it was tissue paper.

Daniel gasps as his shirt is shorn from him, exposing his sweat and fluid covered chest to the open air. The scales spreading over him have nearly reached his bellybutton, and his nipples are just beginning to sink into the rest of his scales. Though he can't see it, he can feel hardening, tingling sensations of scale-patterns forming on his back as well.

Talmarak slides his hemipene past the lizard's boxers and lewdly 'licks' the area where the greening lizard's tail should be, continuing to press one paw over where the transformation is most active. The feel of soft skin hardening into slick scales is a wonderful one, a feeling he never quite gets tired of. The dragon's other paw reaches down to the last bit of clothing the lizard-to-be wears, sliding his thumbclaw along the inside of the boxers and slowly pulling them down until they snag on Daniel's erection. The poor boy is so hard and yet still unable to comprehend the dragon-musk's full power over him. As Talmarak' hemicock rubs against the top of his ass, the boy shudders and groans. His spine is already beginning to slightly bulge out of where his formerly-vestigial tailbone is, the scale-pattern cascading down his back just beginning to reach it.

"I... great dragon, please. Th-thank you for sparing my life, but please! I don't want to be a l-lizard! Can I please serve you some other way, any other way!" Daniel pleads.

Talmarak smiles slightly as the younger male's boxers catch on his human maleness. He turns his head to speak to the lizard, "Your body certainly seems to *want* to be a lizard; I think the rest of you just hasn't quite realized it yet..." Again, he rubs his oily cock against the lizard's forming tailnub.

Daniel squirms more and more as his sensitive rump is coated with musky dragon-fluids. The boy's mind is still battling with itself, torn between the shape and life he has known since birth and the one being forced upon him. 'How could that beast produce so much of that disgusting... delicious... tantalizing... rich... stuff..?' he thinks to himself.

A hard pressure hits him just at his tailbone as his scales cover it, and then his pointed tailtip begins to slowly grow out. The sharp tip is covered in Talmarak' fluids, and soon it is pressing out against the confines of the boy's cloth undergarment, tenting it from one end while his raging erection tents it lewdly from the other.

"...besides, why do you think I would kill you? There are *much* better things to do with the virginal offerings I demand from your villiage."

Suddenly Daniel's eyes shoot wide open. This beast's sacrifice always had to be a virgin- which everyone assumed meant that their penises had remained untouched by man and women alike. But as that prehensile cock kept spreading fluids over and around his growing tail, the boy suddenly realized that maybe- just maybe- the dragon wanted boys with their *anal* virginity untouched...

"Wait! Dragon, surely you don't mean to take m- my bottom!" he cries out, in a panic.

Tamerack lifts his paw from the boy's boxers to gently stroke his flatter, scaled head in an affectionate, almost reassuring manner. "It already belongs to me, slut. It's just a matter of making it clear to you..." he says, his cock curling about the lizard's nub of a tail and gently stroking it up and down as he might a maleness to emphasize his point.

Unable to keep from moaning as the reptilian appendage growing from his rump is stroked, Daniel squirms a bit more on Talmarak's paw. The scaly tail is still elongating with pops and cracks of forming bone and the stretching, strange sound of scales growing and spreading. Already it is too tight for comfort inside the confines of his boxers, his tail beginning to tear the back out. The pressure on the other side of his boxers, hot friction rubbing his trapped cock, is almost too much to bear. Though he might have been too busy to realize it, Daniel had been rock-hard every since he took his first taste of the dragon's slit.

The black dragon continues to coax the lizard's tail to grow with his hemipenes, gently stroking his lizard's scaly head like one would a favored dog. Talmarak licks the side of the lizard's neck, testing how the transformation is changing the other male's taste. He can taste a faint hint of his own dried cum and the boy's former humanity on the slick green scales, but the most present taste is that of a young, ripe, reptilian boy ready to be bred.

"P-pleasssse, stop..." Daniel tries to protest, as the soft and loose scales of his reptilian neck are licked powerfully but gently. Daniel's hands surge with a brief feeling of tightness and a painful pinching sensation, and then his claws start to burst out from his fingertips one by one. Now, his hands are now fully covered in green scales, the ones on top thicker and larger than the finer, smoother, more sensitive scales on his palms.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" the large dragon asks, moving his paw from the top of the lizard's head to feel his newly changed hand. "You were so eager to have my other cock in you earlier, like the lizard-slut you are..."

Talmarak uncurls his cock from the changing lizard's tail, then reaches it around to one side and slides it between the boy's buttocks to tease his rear passage gently with the very tip of his prehensile member. The shock of having his virgin passage teased breaks the spell on Daniel for a half-second, his untouched anus clenching hard against Talmarak's teasing probe and inadvertently pulling it in.

"Mmmph," Talmarak manages to say as the first few centimeters his cock accidentally sink into the male's tight rear. The powerful dragon has to grip the lizard tight to keep him from struggling after the painful intrusion

"Aghh! Get off me!" Daniel cries, trying to shove the burly dragon off him with a sharp shoulder. It collides ineffectually with Talmarak's underbelly like a fly hitting a brick wall, though the wyrm reluctantly pulls his cock out of his own volition after a moment. Once more, his patience is tested as he waits for the male beneath him to stop struggling, his forelegs tightly wrapped around the younger male's arms and torso in a kind of subduing hug.

"Stop! I'm not a lizard, I'm a human! Ssssstop!" Daniel cries out, his own tongue giving lie to his words. "Pleassse, just l-let me go..."

His strugles are fruitless against the dragon's tight, warm, powerful embrace. He tries to fight against it, pushing and pulling and twisting until his green cheeks flush pink with effort and his breathing is labored and quick. Still the beast is implacable, and still scales advance down his body inexorably.

"Oh, but you are a lizard. And you're not just any lizard; you're *my* lizard." the dragon says, matter-of-factly.

"I'm... not..!" Daniel weakly continues to protest. Suddenly the boy gives a sharp cry, and the sound of clothing being rent silences his voice. The boy's lizard-tail had become too much for his strained boxers. It bursts forth from its cloth prison with a loud tear and then the slap of scale-on-scale contact as it meets Talmarak's underbelly, making Daniel whimper. He can feel the new, thick appendage growing out still from just above his virgin but now scale-covered ass, but worst of all the tail is sending him feelings. Responding to his commands. Weighing heavily on his spine. It is *his* tail, his lizard-tail, and he knows nothing he thinks or says or does is going to change that fact.

"I think you'll find being a scaly lizard is a much better state of being than that of a pitiful human," the dragon states, still holding tightly to the boy with one foreleg but reaching his other paw down to stroke the forming tail, gently running his warm paw along the underside and over the top in a firm grip. "Even a lizard as slutty as you're going to be," he finishes with a predatory grin.

Daniel cries a little more to himself, because he knows that on some level the dragon's words ring true. His skin is thick, hard and strong and his muscles are powerful; his tail feels so dexterous even though it is still unfinished, and his tongue is so wonderfully sensitive even though it has mostly been used to taste dragon-cock thus far. The creature he is becoming- has almost finished becoming- is so much more than what a human is.

"I'm not a s-slut." the boy protests, his tail briefly flickering against Talmarak' warm underbelly as he tries to control it. His erection throbs against the loose cloth remains of his underpants as scales cover it, jumping slightly when he says the word 'slut'.

The dragon grins as the boys protests, "Oh, but you are! Can't you feel the cum sloshing in your belly? Don't you remember how eagerly, skillfully you sucked my other cock? You're my little reptilian slut," the dragon states, slowly starting to tease the boy's virgin tailpucker with the tip of his cock again.

This time the scaled boy can't help but moan a little as his tight ring is ever-so gently probed by the slimy, hot head of Talmarak's second cock. Something in him wants to have that pillar of maleness shoved deep and hard into him, a burning and strange need to be filled up with more thick dragoncum flaring up like a backdraft. He starts to buck into the ground, trying to bring more pleasure to his cloth-covered erection.

Suddenly, his efforts are frustrated as penis begins to pull back from the ground, as if it is shrinking into him. The boy cries out in surprise as his advancing scales finish their journey to the top of his thighs, his pubic region turning into flat, smooth, creamy underscales a paler shade of green than the rest of his body. But what is happening to his manhood!? Is the dragon turning him into a *girl*!?

"No, no! Please, let me stay a boy!" Daniel pleads, still not quite understand what is happening as the last few centimeters of his formerly hard cock disappear deep into his body. It leaves behind little but a small break in his bare pubic scales and a slimy trail of precum.

Talmarak laughs out loud- a sound like a distant volcano erupting- at the boy's response to his human maleness shrinking, knowing that it has only been pulled into his newly formed slit. "No, I'm not turning you into a female," the dragon says, "...well, not unless you *want* to be one, but I like my pets with nice cocks."

Daniel violently shakes his head 'no'.

The dragon smiles slyly as he brings down one of his paws and begins running gently over the younger male's new slit. "Look... I'll make you a male again..." he says, chuckling to himself

Carefully the wyrm reaching into the tight slit with two of his clawed fingers, and pulls the lizard's still mostly-human member out of its hiding place. The cock is slick with slimy slitfluids, making it somewhat tricky to hold. After it slips out of Talmarak's claws once, he re-grabs the entire length with his whole paw rather than just the tip with his fingers. Once his grip is nice and tight, he begins to gently stroke it with his slightly rough, scaly paw, still teasing the lizard's tailpassage with the tip of his dexterous hemipene.

Daniel squirms as his maleness is stroked for the first time by the dragon's paws. The feeling of having his maleness stroked while dragoncum churns in his belly and a hemipene teases his virgin anus is becoming too much to resist; he feels his mental defenses begin to crumble. Behind him, his tail is still lashing against the dragon's warm, scaly underside as he tries to control it, and his new claws scratch against the cave floor as he tries in vain to find purchase against the weight of the wyrm holding him to the ground.

The boy's forked tongue dances out in the air, tasting the rising heat of new dragon-musk as well as another curiously rich flavor in the air. With a sudden sputter, Daniel realizes that he's tasting lizard-cock, *his* lizard-cock. It's not as rich or salty-sweet as the dragon's unique musk, but it is still an infinitely beautiful tapestry of sensation for roof of his muzzle to savor. Scales have finished spreading down the boy's knees now, and they advance along their last target with unstoppable speed: his feet. Already Daniel can feel his toes elongating, turning into perfect little lizard paws. All they need are claws and scales and he will be a full-fledged lizard-boy. Strangely, the thought now excites him.

Talmarak flicks his tongue out into the air as well, tasting the former human's scent in the air, smiling faintly as the lizard before him seems to be turned on by his own musk. He licks the lizard's shoulder with his forked red tongue, tasting and teasing the scales there as he continues to poke the poor lizard's tailhole with the tip of his cock, starting to get impatient once more. He asks the lizard, "Do you want my cock in your ass, filling you with warmth and maleness? Do you want me to finish claiming your body?"

Hot, pulsing pleasure makes Daniel's cock throb in Talmarak claws as his earholes are teased with lurid, honeyed words and his tail-hole is teased with the dragon's slimy, hot cock. The lick along his fully-formed shoulderscales is the proverbial straw that breaks the camel's back for the pleasure-tortured boy.

"F-fuck. O-okay, do it..." Daniel mumbles, half-heartedly surrendering to the mighty dragon above him.

"No, that's not how you ask," the dragon says as he continues to lightly tease the lizard's member with a warm paw, his cock gently prodding and poking Daniel's tight tailpucker. "You say, 'master, will you please fuck my tight little hole?'," the dragon tells his little toy, continuing to lick the lizard shoulder gently with his warm wet tongue.

A flare of indignant, impotent anger hits Daniel as the dragon once more asserts his dominance. The boy looks at his sharp claws and the tip of his changed snout and feels hate in his heart, but it is a dull and lifeless emotion compared to the wet heat of the dragon's rough tongue and the touch of his hard cock.

"J-just do it, pleasssse." he says, a bit louder. "I'm not going to b-beg."

"Oh, but you will, you'll beg to be ravished by my cocks, filled with dragon-meat, stuffed with cum and taken again and again." He boasts, moving his paw off Daniel's cock and gently stroking his slit and scaled inner thighs instead. The wyrm's other paw continues to stroke along the lizard-boy's tail, gently lifting it up to muzzle level and giving the tip a lick with his wet tongue.

Daniel tries to buck his penis back toward the dragon's claws, but can't manage it. The feeling of his tight slit being teased is unbearably arousing, and it is only heightened by the foreign feelings of pleasure emanating from his new tail as it is suckled by Talmarak's powerful muzzle.

Their war of words and sex is briefly interrupted as Daniel's transformation came to a close, his feet splaying out as they turned into claw-tipped reptilian pads. But apparently it wasn't quite finished...

Daniel soon feels a deep and urgent pressure on his maleness, like it is being squeezed unbearably hard. But there is no external pressure on it; something is changing *inside* it. The young man cries out as his penis slowly, with agonizing pleasure, doubles in size and then splits into two reptilian hemipenes right before his eyes. The tapered, twin cocks are each thicker than his old human member and glisten with fresh reptilian-juices as they dangle under his legs. He can't reach them, though; Talmarak's paws are still pinning his arms to his own chest.

"Oh f-fuck! Oh godssss..." Is all Daniel can gasp out, his body now and forevermore that of a lizard-boy in every way.

"Would you like to touch your new cocks? You only need to ask me and I'll let you. I think you'll like the feel of the thick, slick members in your new claws." Talmarak purrs with pleasure as he sees the lizard's cock finally split into two hemipenes, continuing to lightly run his paw over the boy's slit and inner thighs.

Daniel shakes inside Talmarak' tight grasp, his tail snaking around almost uncontrollably except for at the tip when the dragon's muzzle snaps out and holds it fast to lick. His new hemipenes are leaking lizard-fluids all over the ground under them and his tail-hole is clenching and unclenching with every teasing poke and prod against it; he has been aroused so hard and so long he can hardly think.

"P-please let me touch my penis... my, m-my hemipenes..." Daniel gasps, forgetting his new form for a second.

"I suppose since you asked with prompting I'll allow you to do so," the dragon says with inestimable generosity, moving his paw to allow Daniel access. "In the future you need to say 'master', though; otherwise I won't let you. Also, you are *not* allowed to cum without my permission, slut."

A mewling cry of pleasure escapes from Daniel's muzzle as he is finally allowed to touch his new malenesses. They are thick and rubbery, a deep shade of red. Each gentle stroke against their tapering, slick length makes them spurt musky preseed everywhere, and they each look so tender, so beautiful it almost makes the poor boy enjoy his new body. Daniel realizes that with his new muzzle and flexible body, he could probably suck himself off now.

"Do... I really need to call you m-master?" Daniel asks offhandedly, too busy rubbing his new cocks to think of much anything else. "I don't even know your real name."

"Yes, you need to call me master for now. If you're a good servant you can earn more freedom, and I'll even let you know my name and perhaps call me by it if you prove to be as valuable as your body promises to be right now." Talmarak says.

"O-okay." Daniel mumbles, trying to move his muzzle closer to his left-most hemipene. It dangles in front of his maw tantalizingly.

"Okay, who?" Talmarak asks, moving his paw to keep Daniel from sucking on the freshly formed hemipene.

"O-okay, master." Daniel repiles, trying to dart for the cock again. His tongue-tip shoots toward it, just barely lapping against the pointed head.

"That's better," Talmarak says, still carefully holding Daniel's head back, jerking it back roughly a moment after the lizard manages to land a tantalizing lick on his hemipene. "No licking without permission!" the dragon says sharply to his pet. He gently licks the lizard's rump with a dexterous flick with one of his own member to emphasize the point, leaving a trail of oily precum in a streak on one side.

Daniel's eyelids close in frustration, but sexual need dampens his anger once more. He needs to cum, and whatever game the dragon is playing with him he needs to go along with for now. The former human is too far gone to notice that his goals have changed from escape and freedom to sucking on his own transformed lizardhood.

"M-master, may I please suck my cock?" Daniel asks pleadingly, tail flickering and body squirming as he tries to reach it.

"Yes you may. It would be a shame for you not to experience how good your muzzle feels on a maleness for yourself." Talmarak says, shifting his grip so that instead of holding the lizard's head back, his paw is gently, encouragingly pressing it forward.

Daniel's slinky, lithe length curls into a tail-tipped ball, rear still held open for Talmarak's cocks to tease as he dives upon his own hemipenes like a starving man on food. Somehow, the inexperienced but tenacious lizard manages to stuff both the thick organs into his muzzle at once. The lizard's muzzle bobs up and down on his tender boy-meat again and again until he is messy with slimy fluids and both his cocks are starting to pulse with aching arousal. Daniel's eyes are closed tight as he suckles on the throbbing, juicy malenesses, his muzzle feeling so good, so hot, so tight...

Daniel begins to revel in the way that his hard scales don't hurt on the rocky ground like his skin did and the way that his tongue can taste every flavor and texture of his sex like a five-course meal of maleness. His tail feels dexterous and sexy as it dances through the air, as Talmarak favors the appendage with teasing licks. Even his tail-hole feels wonderful as the wyrm teases it, the hemicocks painting long streaks of prefluid over his rump like blunt brushes. Yes, the dragon was right; he is a slutty little lizard-boy and he is starting to like it. The only thing Daniel regrets at the moment is that he can't seem to cum...

No matter how hard or fast he muzzle-fucks himself, no matter how deep his tonguetines probe into his cockslit he always seems to reach the very beginning of a sexual plateau and then it escapes from him, like waking from a dream.

Talmarak smiles as the lizard sucks himself off eagerly, holding his paw against the back of the lizard's head to help him bend over and get as much cock as possible into his muzzle. "I see you seem to be having some trouble. I can help, but you have to want it. Do you want both of my cocks filling your tight little tailhole?"

Daniel pulls himself off his hemipenes reluctantly, slimy fluids still dripping from his greedy muzzle as he does so. Frustrated, angry tears have slid down it, joining the sexual juices. He tries to squirm his way forward, so that he can face the dragon holding him tight but can't get around the beast's tight grip.

"M-master, please fuck my tail-hole." Daniel mumbles again, almost under his breath. Both his hard, throbbing members stick out of from his slit, engorged with need.

Talmarak hears Daniel's words, but tilts his head with disappointment and says, "That's not how you ask; you don't sound like you want it very much...", pulling both his cocks away from the lizard's tailhole.

Daniel feels an aching emptiness inside him; he needs it so badly. Swallowing his pride (and some of his remaining slitfluids), he pleads again.

"Master, will you please fuck my tight little tail-hole with both of your delicious dragon-cocks?" he says, finally letting his need surface to its full strength.

Talmarak nods, smiling to himself, "That's how my horny little lizard-slut should ask. Yes, you may..."

"M-may I ask you a favor though, master?" Daniel suddenly found himself saying, unsure where his brain was going.

"You may ask a favor of your master, but it might not be fulfilled." Talmarak says, slowly starting to press his tapered cocks into the tight lizard's ring with a hiss of pleasure.

"Master, can you please fuck me on my back, so that I might see your face as you take my tail-hole? So that you can see me squirm upon your meat, and so that you can see my belly grow full of your seed when you cum?" Daniel says. His eyes are wide with shock when he realizes what he just said. He holds his treasonous muzzle shut, but it is far too late.

Talmarak gives a toothy, lusty grin at his pet's request, "Your master will grant your request this time little one," he says.

He shifts his paws up Daniel's sides, flipping the boy onto his back but keeping the tips of his cocks buried in his tailpassage. As Daniel is once again face put face-to-face against the dragon's majestic crimson underside, he notices his new snout barely comes up to the base of the beast's neck. The wyrm pushes himself down on the boy's chest, driving him into the stone floor. Half-standing over his cute little toy, he allows himself the satisfaction of admiring the beautiful, scaly shape he now wears before slowly lowering his rump down and forward, filling the slut's passage with both of his twisting, thick hemipenes. Daniel cries out as his anal virginity is taken from his tight, taut tail-hole, his cute little muzzle opening and closing in gasping, mewling breaths as he shakes his head from side to side with eyes tightly shut.

"Oh, m-master, yes!" Daniel nearly screams as his prostate is struck for the first time in his life, the naive boy not even knowing where the pleasure filling his scales comes from. His hemipenes shudder rhythmically as Talmarak hilts him, spilling salty preseed into a pool on the lizard-boy's bellyscales.

Talmarak moans in pleasure as he fully fills the young male's virgin tailpassage, his cocks churning Daniel's insides in a way the lizard-boy never even thought possible before. "Tell me how much you like having my cocks in your tight little lizard ass." Talmarak pants out as he begins to thrust into the lizard.

"By the gods, I l-love it!" Daniel cries out with pleasure. The boy's tail thumps uncontrollably under him as the rest of his body is dominated by dragon-dick, his little frame shuddering with every movement of those thick, flexible poles inside his ass. "Oh, it's so tight and hot... oh gods, your juices are so warm and slick... it's... it's so tight and yet... just perfect. F-fuck me harder, master! Please! M-make my rump red, fill me with more of your cream..!"

The dragon moans with pleasure as he roughly mates his new servant, managing to smile at his pet's response. He starts to thrust harder at the younger male's request, roughly pounding the lizard's tender rear with both of his cocks. With the skill born of centuries practice and experimentation, the black wyrm uses the prehensile nature of his hemipenes to stagger his thrusting, so it feels almost like two different males are filling the lizard simultaneously. Small spurts of oily precum starts to squish out of the lizard's rear with each thrust, running down his scaly rump and over the thick base of the lizard's tail.

Daniel's hands roam over Talmarak' underside, trying in vain to find something to hold onto as his tail-hole is fucked silly. The thrusting is so powerful that- thanks to the buildup of slick fluids under them- he is gradually being fucked toward one of the cavern walls.

"F... fuck, oh master..." Daniel says as he gasps for breath, "I'm... I'm going to be ssssuch a good little slut-lizard for you. I want to go to ssslep with your cock under my tail from now on..."

"Yes you are my precious; you're going to have ample opportunity to show me how slutty you are. Your tailhole won't ever be left wanting my thick cocks for long." He growls as he continues to pound the tight little passage.

"G-good..." Daniel says, laughing. His slick scales are wet with sweat and bursts of preseed.

"Oh... and you may cum now if you like, slut." the dragon says, as if he is granting a benediction.

As Talmarak's words slither into his earholes, a strange change suddenly comes over Daniel. It's as if invisible chains around his internal testicles have suddenly released themselves, and with a sharp, hissing cry the new lizard-slut comes hard. Both his hemipenes dance in the air, fully erect and shooting huge blasts of watery, slimy lizard-cum all over his pointed muzzle and chest, his softer bellyscales and his pubic region, even down as far as the tailbase where Talmarak's cocks are buried.

Talmarak moans in pleasure, surprised at how quickly the male cums on his command. Fat wads of lizard-seed coat his crimson bellyscales with pleasant, sticky warmth. But this feeling is dwarfed by the immense, crushing tightness of the lithe lizard's new tailpassage suddenly, rhythmically contracting around both his cocks with unbearable force. The muscular contractions force Talmarak's hemipenes together and rock them again and again with tightness he has rarely known, the slick, hot passage milking his malenesses for all they are worth. It's as if the lizard's tail-hole was meant to be bred, meant to be stuffed with as much cum as he could possibly make.

The milking action on his cocks is far, far more than he could resist; the dragon hilts his members inside the lizard's tight passage, both of them immediately throbbing and pulsing with his climax. Hot, sticky dragon seed squirts deep inside the young male's virgin tailhole, quickly filling up the lizard's guts with cum. But even when the boy's scale-covered ass is full of goopy spooge, Talmarak's orgasm continues. So much cum forces its way under his tail that Daneil's normally slim underbelly begins to slightly distend, every fresh wave of semen deposited inside him making it stretch and making him cry with pleasure.

It takes a full minute for the dragon's release to taper off, leaving the both of them winded and warm with afterglow. Talmarak leans down to lick his pets cum, tasting the quality and pleased with the results. The dragon's chest slowly rises and falls as he recovers his breath, but he leaves both his cocks hilted deep inside the lizard for the moment.

"Y-you're such a good find... I'm looking forward to showing you what it's like to be my personal whore in the time we spend together." the male dragon pants.

"T-thank you master," Daniel pants back, patting his cum-swollen belly with one of his claw-tipped hands. His whole body was chock-full of yummy spooge.

Talmarak slowly pulls his thick malenesses out of the tight lizard's now stretched tailhole, a surprisingly small amount of the thick cum leaking out as he does so.

"Ahhhnn..." Daniel moans as his ass is evacuated, feeling empty and chilled compared with the heat and fullness of having the twin dragonshafts in him. The lizard-boy curls his tail between his legs to cover up his red-tinted and sore tail-hole, some white dragoncream still slowly leaking out of around the thick-scaled appendage. Looking up at his master, bits of cum still plastered all over his green scales Daniel isn't sure what to think. Everything he does feels so wonderful, so incredible. Maybe it would be easier just to let the master have his way, for a little bit at least. It was so easy to do, and felt so good...

"M-master, may I please clean your cocks with my tongue? They look so messy..." the lizard asks slowly, haltingly as he begins to truly accept his transformation.

Talmarak nods in response to his pet's question, moving over to sit beside the green lizard. He leans back slightly, supporting himself with his paws and letting his tail flop between his legs. Both of his dragoncocks are still extended and dripping with essence and prefluid. The tantalizing, prehensile dicks curl a bit to one side, beckoning the lizard to clean them. Daniels crawls forward on all fours, tail happily dancing behind him as he advances on the still-hard hemipenes. The poor boy's swollen belly almost touches the ground from his low stance, but he still manages to reach his treat.

Daniel's tongue laps out happily, sucking down every last drop of cum and fluid on each cock before the lizard moves on to lick up the seed splattered elsewhere on his master's black and red scales. Talmarak purrs softly, encouragingly to the young male as his members are cleaned by the lizard's dexterous tongue. The members twitch occasionally as the budding lizard-slut's tongue runs across the more sensitive parts. Every time cum-stuffed lizard's maw fills up, he swallows with one big gulp, filling himself up even more until he feels fit to burst with musky, yummy sexual fluids.

When his dessert is finished, Daniel sits cross-legged on Talmarak licking his lips with messy slurps, a happy and content smile on his pointy muzzle. While the lizard's own hemipenes are still a little messy, they have almost finished withdrawing back into his taunt little slit.

"Thank you, master!" Daniel says with a happy chirp of a laugh.

Talmarak smiles at the results of this one, slowly using one cock to wipe any remaining cum and lizard spit from the other, and then doing the same with his other hemipene. He offers the very last bit of moisture to the lizard's muzzle. "You're welcome my pet." he adds.

With a coy smile, Daniel's tongue laps the bead of musky cum into his muzzle. Then, without being bidden he wraps his arms around the dragon's bulk in a friendly hug, nuzzling his warm chest.

"C-can I take a nap with you master? I'm feeling a little... tired." the new lizard says with a big yawn.

Talmarak watches the lizard yawn, waiting a moment before nodding and slowly standing up on his hindpaws. The wyrm helps the lizard get to his feet with one strong paw, making sure Daniel stays balanced with all that extra cum sloshing around in his body as he leads the new lizard out of the room.

Daniel follows just behind, thankful for the support of his master's paw and his new tail. His bellyscales are stretched taut, and every scratching step his claws make on the hard cavern floor makes his distended tummy shake a little bit with master's seed. It feels so hot and nice inside him; it's going to be very easy to sleep tonight. Aside from a small trickle of cum slowly dripping from his thoroughly-seeded ass, the lizard's glistening scales are mostly clean though.

Soon, the black dragon leads the lizard to a nearby room with a low but very large bed covered with soft, almost impossibly white sheets. Talmarak gets in first and lies down on his side, turning to face the lizard and beckoning him forth.

Daniel complies, slowly sliding into bed with the dragon. The sheets are wonderfully nice against his new scales, and he feels so safe next to the side of his mighty master. The boy's tummy jiggles a little as he settles on the sheet, scooting closer to Talmarak.

"My name is... Daniel, master. You can change it if you wish though, I'm... not sure it suits me anymore." the lizard says, regarding his new claws and scales with an almost forlorn look as he pulls the covers over them.

Talmarak nods softly at the lizard's statement, softly petting and stroking his side with a warm paw. "I'll think of a new name for you later. For now you can just be 'pet' or 'slut'. You'll know when I call you."

Daniel can't help but smile even though a small part of him still hates being talked down to like that. He wants to be his master's pet, wants to be his slutty little cock-sucker. His muzzle is still hungry for more dragon-seed, even though would be impossible to stuff anything more down his gullet at the moment.

"Yes master." he says plainly, before yawning and slipping off into deep, dreamless sleep tucked safely against his master's warm body.