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Part 4

For AkimitsuSeveCan

By Draconicon

Gauthier wasn't sure how long he spent on his knees nuzzling the Blessed's cock, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to be informed. The length of that nearly self-imposed trance wouldn't make him feel better about himself, and it would serve to make him more aware of just how out of it he'd gotten. That, combined with the fact that he was fighting hard against the new instincts that his kobold body had, would probably only sink him further into servitude to the beasts that lorded their status over him.

The rose gold kobold sat at the edge of the gathering place that all the other kobolds seemed to spend time in when they weren't tasked to something by the Blessed. They were all Initiates, all like him, inducted into this little cult and very happy to be there. Or horny to be there; sometimes the two things seemed interchangeable to the beasts that he looked at.

They were all assembled and milling about in the center of the temple plaza, drifting from group to group and talking to one another. As far as he could hear from where he sat, most of the conversation centered around how sexy dragons were. It wasn't that interesting to listen to, and more annoyingly, it kept making his cock prick up as if it was the thing listening rather than him.

He smacked his shaft as it rose up again for the umpteenth time. The impact was enough to sting a little bit, and he groaned, cupping his crotch lightly. He didn't know why he insisted on doing that. His cock never learned its lesson for long.

Because I don't want to be like them...

Gauthier shivered every time that he felt the imposed arousal that seemed to come with his new body. Every waking moment was filled with this need, this raw horniness that seemed to bubble away between his legs. Every time that he stopped to think about it for even a second, his cock started rising up, pushing from the perpetual half-aroused state that it was in to full arousal, forcing itself forward, making it impossible not to notice and obsess about. The feeling of being utterly exposed, however, was less humiliating than he had expected.

Mostly because everyone else was showing off at the same time, though, rather than because he liked it. He glared down his new muzzle at all the other kobolds, trying not to stare down at their dicks, trying not to think about how it would feel to -

Another twitch, another smack. His cock sagged, sulking between his legs.

Tough, he thought. You're not getting off to this. You're not.

If he started getting off to this, then he'd start enjoying it. If he started enjoying it, then the conditioning that he had avoided so far would find its way into his head. If that happened, then he wouldn't want to find Lykus and get the fuck out.

It was a spiral that would only take a stumble or two to get started, and he couldn't afford that. Not after losing his body, and worse, his weapons.

He had no illusions that he might find them and restore himself. The Blesseds had taken his gear well away, and he doubted that it was held anywhere that he could easily find or steal back. Even if he did get it back, it was all sized to a human's body and build. Even with the muscles he still had, his days of cleaving heads were behind him unless he could get his body back.

He was still ruminating on that, grumbling under his breath, when someone poked him from the side. Gauthier grunted, turning his head.

A green kobold looked down at him before sitting on the rock wall. The naked reptile offered him a hand.

"Leeka."

"...Gauthier," he muttered, taking the other kobold's hand.

Whatever thoughts of going back to brooding silence he had were taken away as the handshake turned into a handjob. He jumped, almost falling over the low, busted stone wall, and had to stutter to his feet to pull away. Leeka blinked.

"Hey, what wrong?"

"I - why did you do that?"

"Waiting for dragons, bored."

"So?"

"So, you horny, I horny. Figured we have fun."

Gauthier was so shocked that he utterly froze, which was probably for the best. Some part of his mind remembered the way that the other kobolds talked, how they didn't say all the words, how they seemed to be too stupid or distracted or something to get it out like people. That needed to be remembered. The fact that the kobolds just did this - and a quick glance at the rest of the kobolds proved that they were just as horny as the one that had come to him - meant that they were probably conditioned for that, too.

What the fuck? Am I going to have to -

"What matter? You stuck in head?" Leeka asked with a chuckle.

"What - what you mean?" he corrected himself.

"Hehe, I see. New-bold?"

"...Guess so?"

"Yeah. Still in-head. Not in-body. Thinking when should not-think. Dragons do thinking. Kobolds do doing."

He opened his mouth, closed it, and then shook his head. That was going to take some getting used to.

Before he could say anything else, Leeka pushed himself off the wall, getting down on his knees. The green kobold stayed there, looking up at him as he wiggled forward, soon kneeling right in front of him. Gauthier knew what was coming even before that scaly hand wrapped around his cock again, and this time, he didn't pull back. Not because he wanted it, but because he was expected to want it.

"Leeka show you."

"Show me what?"

"How to be in-body. No more think. Just feel."

The first lick was...rather intense, particularly considering that he was getting licked through that odd resin that wrapped around his cock. He felt the forked tips of the tongue working from the base of his long shaft, going up along the bulge that pushed along the underside, and then all the way to the tip. Leeka moaned the entire way up, the kobold almost shivering as if he was enjoying it as some kind of treat.

It only got better from there, particularly as Leeka started licking right around the head of his cock. He shivered, panting, huffing more than he wanted to admit. The last time that he'd gotten pleasure like this had been with a whore before coming out on this mission, hoping to go into the caves with a clear head. It obviously hadn't been enough, particularly with the pleasure-edging that had come with the transformation. He groaned under his breath, clenching his fists at his sides as he tried to be okay with the feeling of a male doing this to him.

Not just a male...a kobold...

No human would have dared allow this. The danger of getting one's dick bitten off by a monster was something that was too great to risk. But right now, Leeka was pushing him more than any whore might have done. He groaned as the kobold took his tip into its mouth, sucking, licking, sucking, pressing the forked tip of that tongue against his urethra before dragging it along the underside -

"Mmmph..."

He shivered, panting hard as Leeka popped his head back, going back to a handjob. The green kobold licked his lips.

"Mmm, taste good."

"Nnngh?"

"Nice-musky. Heavy pre. Very good."

"Mmmph...can't help it..."

"When you cum?"

"Four days ago."

"Oooooh..."

Leeka leaned down, further down, grinding his nose into Gauthier's balls. The hard sniffs down there were surprisingly arousing, particularly as the kobold twisted his head back and forth, nuzzling between his thighs. Rose gold and green ground against each other, and he kept spreading his legs further and further until Leeka was right between his thighs, properly licking at the bottom of his sac.

"Heavy, big...oh, churning...So big...so...good..."

The kobold's mouth opened, and for a half-second, Gauthier worried that he was going to lose his balls to the hungry kobold. But he didn't. It was something...something different. A soft gumming, followed by a happy sucking, something that pulled his balls down and then let them up again. Inside, that tongue was working him hard, working his balls, licking them, lapping them, teasing them.

His cock oozed into the resin covering, making it swirl and swell under the influence of all the pleasure that he was getting down there. He huffed under his breath, wanting to lean against the wall, but it was too far away. He couldn't even thrust, considering his balls were trapped. He was made to stand right there as the licking and sucking and pulling continued.

All around him, the other kobolds were teasing each other. Some were just sticking to mutual handjobs, while others had fallen into 69s here and there in the plaza. Some had gone so far as to start fucking one another, either by throat-fucks or by using one another's asses, but that was the rarer one.

He was just starting to feel like he might cum from the ball-play when a roar echoed out across the plaza. His own instincts kicked in, his eyes going wide as he searched the air above him for...something, he wasn't sure what.

The other kobolds were affected far more strongly, however. Leeka pulled away, leaving him with blue balls, and every kobold lined up in a series of organized rows that would have put a number of armies to shame. Gauthier joined them after a second, realizing that he should be doing the same thing. He found an empty space by Leeka and jumped into ranks.

What he had felt the urge to find suddenly appeared. In the great space between the ruined city and the cavern roof flew the Blessed, the two-legged dragons fanning their wings out to such an extent that they shaded the entire city. They flew to the small lights that dotted the cavern tops, and then started swooping down, darting for the temple before them.

The kobolds screamed in worship, and Gauthier imitated them. The words that came from his throat were hisses and squeals, just like them, and he hoped that he was saying the right things. It felt like a different language that he almost knew, but didn't quite know how to speak.

The dragons alighted on the temple, looking down at their worshipers. He did his best not to squirm as they stared at him as well as the other kobolds, the twenty or so Blessed smiling at him and the others.

"Initiates...today is another day of service," one of the Blessed, a gold one, called out. The kobolds cheered. "Yes, indeed, another day of service to your masters."

"Yaaaaaaay!"

"You will continue your work. Repairing, digging, finding more of the magic that we need."

"Find, search, bring!"

"And some few of you will be lucky enough to serve us directly during the day."

"Yes! SERVE!"

The crowd seemed desperate to serve the dragons however they could. Gauthier did his best to hide his shock; despite the tales that he had heard of kobolds and dragons, he had never imagined that they were this eager to be under the great beasts. He had always thought that there was some unwillingness to the tales of servitude. Apparently, not so much.

Where are you, Lykus? he wondered. In the temple?

If that was the case, he doubted that he would be getting in there anytime soon. The dragons seemed determined to keep anyone that didn't belong in there on the other side, searching through the ruins, instead. The assignments coming down from the Blessed, delivered by points and shouts, seemed to be entirely focused on getting more magical artifacts for the temple. All of them seemed to be buried somewhere in the underground city, being dug out and used for...

Something. The Blessed didn't seem willing to shaer that information with their cultists, at least not as far as he could tell.

Gauthier could guess, though. He still had a brain, even if he was a kobold in body, now. They were looking for more magic to reinforce what they had, to make it easier to transform people like him. They were expanding their cult, creating something that was meant to gradually take over the world.

Then again, what else did monsters ever want except to take over the world? He sighed.

Eventually, one of the Blessed pointed at him, Leeka, and four other kobolds in the crowd. He stood up a little taller, and only realized what he had done - showing himself off a bit more - after the fact. His instincts, apparently, were stronger than he realized.

"You. You will dig in the well."

Leeka hissed gleefully, as did the other kobolds of his little 'group.' He had no idea what the well was, but he imagined that it was going to be dark, dank, and probably more than a little chilly.

Nevertheless, he did what they did. He just hoped that he was wrong.

He was, but considering just how wrong he was, he would have preferred to be right.

Fucking...tentacle...monsters...

He dragged himself back from the water's edge, even as the thick tendrils of aquatic beasts reached out for him, Leeka, and the other four kobolds. They were thick enough that they would be impossible to break with the little daggers that he and the rest of the group had. Hell, he would be surprised if they could actually stab through the tendrils.

"What we do?" he asked.

"Oh, give tribute," Leeka said.

"Tribute?"

"Cock."

"Wha - how?"

"Hehehe, new-bold."

The other kobolds giggled at his confusion, and Leeka slapped his ass. He jumped, rubbing his cheeks as the green kobold stepped forward.

"Like this, new-bold."

The green kobold approached the edge of the water at the bottom of the well, and then stood with his legs as spread-apart as he could while still maintaining a balanced stance. He thrust his hips forward, showing off his cock, and the tendrils started reaching for him. Gauthier watched in shock as the tendrils started wrapping almost gently around the kobold, pulling him off his feet and holding him in mid-air, about two inches off the ground. One tendril pushed back, sliding under the kobold's tail with an audible squelch, while the other opened up and -

"Mmmmm..."

Leeka moaned shamelessly as the tendril started sucking him off, all while he was getting fucked from behind. Gauthier's mouth hung open, his words trying and failing to come to him. He gestured, then looked back at the other kobolds.

"Why?"

"What dragons order," one of the other kobolds said. "Tribute."

"But...why it want?"

"No idea. Just do what dragons say."

He had no idea how this would work, or why, but it was clearly doing the job. Leeka was put down a few minutes later, having spasmed and oozed his seed for the beast, and the other kobolds stepped forward for their turns. They formed a line, getting fucked and sucked one after the other. Before Gauthier knew it, half the team had already given their 'tribute' and he was getting pushed forward by the others to do his part.

"Come on, not got all day."

"But -"

"Give, new-bold, give!"

With one more shove, he was in the grips of the tentacle beast. It picked him up with a slimy grip, almost too slimy for him to endure, and he blushed as it worked one tendril along his thigh while the other came for his cock. He was already half-hard, and the rubbing that it did along the bottom of his shaft was almost like what Leeka had been doing with that tongue of his. The feeling of the other tendril at his ass, though -

Squelch.

He gasped, his eyes going wide as it pushed in so easily. It was like he had already been taken a hundred times, as if someone had already slicked him up the way that he had done with some of the sluts that he had enjoyed as an adventurer. The feeling of it pushing past his rim was...weird, disturbing, but pleasurable in a way that it shouldn't have been. He gritted his teeth, trying not to enjoy it too much, but it was like some spell had been cast on him, making him feel every slithering movement down there.

Fuck...fuck...

It was dizzyingly good, already pushing his dick up and making it throb. The other tendril came down, and for the first time, he felt what it was like to get sucked off by a tentacle. It reached down to the base of his cock, some sort of ooze flowing in under the resin thing that covered his shaft, soaking him with cold and heat at the same time. He felt floaty, drugged, almost, as it worked him from both sides. Suck, tug, squeeze at the front, thrust, rub, swell in the back. Back, and forth, and back, and forth.

He didn't even realize when it was done. There was no orgasmic blast of pleasure, no sudden swell and release of need. It was just a constant burst of stimulation that had no end, and even when the tendrils stopped and put him down again, he felt weird, like he had been given something that he hadn't quite earned. He wobbled as he walked along the stone pathway pressed against the wall, no longer quite so afraid of the water, but not quite trusting it, either.

"Did...it take anything?" he asked, looking down at his cock.

"It take."

"But...but didn't feel like..."

"No orgasm without Blessed," Leeka said.

"What you mean?"

"Mean no orgasm. No real finish."

"..."

"Blessed make it best."

Well, that explained something, at least. He had felt no relief, though he had felt pleasure. Even now, reaching down, his balls felt as big as they had been, still just as swollen and full as they had been when the creature had lifted him off his feet. He didn't know what to think about that, or what to say.

They want us addicted.

That was true enough. He wondered just how addicted some of the kobolds actually were. Probably very.

They walked along, finding a wider bit of ruined tunnel further on. They formed a chain of workers, with Leeka passing the rubble down the tunnel and Gauthier having to find something to do with it. He ended up breaking what he could and storing what he couldn't, throwing it to the other side of the water passage. His muscles were big enough and strong enough that he could do that with relative ease.

With the tunnel cleared, they moved further down. Leeka sniffed at the air as they went, and the other kobolds followed whatever he said. Gauthier didn't know what the kobold smelled, but considering he was just trying to fit in for now, he just went with it.

It was easier than he expected, and it didn't take long for him to forget about his own nudity while he was working. Sure, there was still the feeling of his cock swinging back and forth between his legs, and more than that, the feeling of his heavy balls right there between his thighs making him walk differently. That never went away. But at the same time, he was able to lose himself in the rough labor work, and there was something almost familiar about that, something about working in a team for a joint purpose.

It took him almost an hour to realize that he was smiling, even grinning at the work that he had been pushed to do, and it disturbed him how easily he had fallen into the mindset of the kobolds. He shook his head, realizing that they had dug quite a bit deeper into the tunnel under the well while he had been out of it -

THUNK!

And that his little trance of work had kept him in time with the other kobolds, and now that he was out of it, he wasn't paying attention. A rock slammed right into his chest, knocking him back four paces, and just enough to avoid getting clocked in the head with another piece that came just after. The kobolds stopped their work, but not all at once. It was more of a domino effect, as one of them would look back, get conked in the head with a rock, then the one that had thrown that would do the same, until only Leeka was still standing.

The green kobold looked back at him, cocking his head to the side.

"What happen?"

"Distracted. Where are we?" he asked.

"Oh, no idea."

"No idea? How we get back?"

"Just follow tunnel," Leeka said, shrugging. "Why get worried?"

"Don't want be lost."

"Not lost. Just digging."

"But digging where?"

"Too many questions. Back to - ooooh!"

The green kobold knelt, and the tone of his cooing 'oooh' got the attention of the rest of the team. They ran forward, and he decided that he better do the same. Gauthier joined all the other kobolds in looking down at whatever it was that they'd found. Something dusty, something that looked vaguely like a necklace, as far as he could tell.

He didn't know what it was, and he doubted that Leeka did, either, but the green kobold cooed happily. As Leeka held it over his head, the other kobolds howled and cheered.

"Prize! Treasure!" the green kobold shouted.

"What? It junk," Gauthier said.

"No, is magic!"

"How tell?"

"Smell it."

He would have argued that, but when Leeka shoved it under his nose, it did make him feel...something. There was a tingle from it, something that itched a little like pepper that had gotten into the back of the nose. He groaned, rubbing his nose lightly as he tried to ignore the burning feeling.

"Okay, is magic. So?"

"Blessed want magic! Take!"

"What?"

"Take back up. Give to Blessed!"

"But...which one?"

"Any!"

Leeka shoved the magic thing at him, and then pushed him to keep moving. He barely realized that he had been turned around before the kobolds shoved him en masse back down the tunnel. He was walking towards the exit before he knew it, and he blinked as he looked back. The rest of them were back to digging, and he was left to just...do what he wanted, apparently.

...If this was a human dig, there's no way that they'd trust this to me.

Then again, he was working with a cult, now, which meant that they probably believed that he was going to do what they'd do. He looked down at the necklace, rubbing some of the dust off. It looked like something that would have once been some sort of dragon in flight, but whether that's what it was or what the dirt made it look like, he didn't know. He sighed.

"Don't suppose you know what this is?" he muttered under his breath as he looked at the water.

The beast below raised two tentacles in a makeshift shrug. He rolled his eyes, not sure why he had bothered to ask, and kept walking.

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He reached the surface shortly after, though he was rather shocked at the amount of light up there compared to in the well. Always used to having a torch in dark spaces, it took him a moment to realize that he probably had low-light vision or more as a kobold, and that he was able to see a lot better than his human self could. The main ruins would still be bright, though. Very bright.

As he dragged himself out of the well, one of the Blessed came to him. This one, surprisingly, was dressed, or at least as dressed as this cult seemed capable of being. He wore a cloak that ran down his back, and kept his head covered with a hood. His eyes glowed from the darkness inside, and he had some sort of striped pattern to his scales. It was still hard to see them, though, considering that he was rather...well, light-blinded.

"What do we have here, hmm?" the dragon asked. "A little messenger from below?"

"Bring magic," Gauthier grunted.

"Do you, now? Let me see."

He held out the necklace, rubbing his eyes and groaning under his breath at the burning feeling. If his eyes felt this sensitive in the down-below, what would he feel like when he finally managed to get back to the surface? Would he be able to see at all?

The question was taken from him as the Blessed took the necklace and grinned. Even through the hood, he could see the glint of fangs.

"Oh, yes, yes, that's very nice."

"Welcome," he muttered.

"I think you deserve a reward for that, little one."

"N-no, no reward..."

"Oh, I insist. An Initiate that finds something like this deserves something very lovely."

The dragon sat down on the edge of the well. For a moment, Gauthier was terrified that he'd be pulled down and made to suck the dragon off, to lose himself in the pleasure of being in a musky trance, but that wasn't the case this time. Instead, the striped dragon shifted around, getting comfortable, before lifting up one of his legs. Gauthier had a second to wonder if he'd found a dragon bottom before -

Toe wiggles. Toe shimmers. His eyes were drawn to the dancing digits on the dragon's lifted foot, his eyes locked on them as they danced up and down. Instincts of the kobold inside combined with a hint of control from the dragon's scent as he wiggled his toes, fanning scent at him. Sweat, hot musk, more that burned from the scales and pulled at him.

"Nnngh..."

"That's it. Just take a look, little kobold. You love it, don't you?"

"Mmmph...what...what you..."

"You want to kneel."

He did. He wanted to kneel, badly, and before Gauthier realized it, he had fallen to his knees, staring at the white-bordered, black-soled foot, his mouth watering. What was wrong...why...why did this...

Another curling dance of the digits, and he was crawling forward. It was like the dragon's sole was almost as magical as the musk, hitting his kobold brain where it was most defenseless.

"That's it. Come to me. Let me reward you, loyal little one."

"Mmmph..."

"You love it."

"Nnngh..."

"Say it for me, Initiate."

"I...love it," Gauthier muttered, the words dragged from him as if by magic.

"Say it again."

"I...I love...it..."

"What do you love, little kobold?"

Why did he want this? Why was his cock rising up? Why was all this...this strange kink affecting him so much? It was like...

He scooted forward further, and he saw a toe ring on the dragon's big toe on the left foot. It shimmered, almost as much as the bottom of the dragon's foot shimmered. A spell? Some sort of magic that made the bottom of the sole hypnotic?

Whatever rational thoughts Gauthier had were smothered just like his face was under the dragon's sole. As it rubbed back and forth across his nose, smearing his face with the raunchy, sweaty, musky scent of the dragon's foot, his thoughts were buried beneath more lustful ideas, of shoving his face against that sole and losing himself in it. The kobold instincts that he had kept a handle on, to some degree, were begging to submit themselves to this dragon, to enjoy being taken and used, to be held down and broken and -

He shivered, his cock throbbing between his legs already, dripping unsatisfied into the resin tube. His hips twitched, swinging his cock around slightly, almost pushing it forward to make it slap against his belly before he got control of himself.

Think. Try to -

The dragon's toes curled around his nose, and all he could do was breathe the heady musk and soft sweat smells that came from between the dragon's toes. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he was half-sure that he had a miniature orgasm into the resin tube around his cock from the smell alone. The glowing eyes of the Blessed continued to burn, staring at him from the darkness beneath the hood.

"I'm waiting. What do you love, little kobold?"

"Nnngh...your...your..."

"My what?"

"Your...feet..."

"Mmmm, that's right. You love the feet of the Blessed, don't you?"

"Nnngh..."

"You love to be underfoot, the soft smell of dragon soles pressing into you...each breath carrying that heat into your lungs...that warmth into your mind...reminding you where you belong..."

Gauthier groaned, feeling the heat of that sole, the warmth, the thickness, the weight of it pressing down on his face and grinding out his resistance. Everything that he tried to summon against it was knocked down, broken by a combination of the kobold instincts and the soft, shimmering power of that hypnotic sole.

He was...he was starting to like it...starting to enjoy just staring at that big dragon sole...starting to fantasize about what else he could do...

"Lick it...taste your fascination..."

And so he did. Gauthier slowly stuck out his tongue, telling himself that he was just trying to keep his conditioning under wraps, but the more that he stared at that sole, the more that he wondered if it was true. The toe ring glimmered, and so did the sweaty scales on that foot, and he slipped further down as he dragged his tongue along the soft, damp scales...

The End

Summary: Gauthier continues trying to fit in among the kobolds, seeing if he can avoid getting pegged as completely unconditioned, and starts to get some insight into how the cult lives.

Tags: M/M, Foot Fetish, Blowjob, Oral, Unsatisfied, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Fantasy, Series, Kobold, Dragon, Hypnosis, Tentacles, Anal, Tribute, Monster, Cum, Kinda,