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(Oc)Cult Friends

Part 8

For AkimitsuSeveCan

By Draconicon

Of all the things to be revealed, the fact that this goddamn horndog of a dragon was actually the very friend that he had come to rescue was perhaps the best and worst at the same time. Best, because it confirmed that his friend was still alive, and still there. Worst, because it meant that the asshole had been living it up since their departure, and the goddamn wolf hadn't done a damn thing to let him know who he was. Gods fucking damn it.

The Blessed - Lykus - entered the room again, rubbing his nose with one hand and carrying the thrown pillow with the other. He still looked entirely too pleased with himself.

"You know, I could have stopped that."

"Fuck you."

"Come on. You wanted to find me, didn't you?"

"Fuck. You."

"What's the matter, Gauthier? I thought you'd be happy?"

"Happy? Happy? Have you gone mad?"

"Possibly; I was always riding that edge."

"..."

"...Have I messed things up that bad?" Lykus asked.

"Let's see. I lost my humanity. I've been forced to have sex with males - and only males - again and again since I got here. Almost got mind-controlled as soon as I got caught. Got gangbanged in bondage - including by a partner that should have known better - and now I'm finding out that I just traded away my freedom to be the slave of a friend - a supposed friend - that has been lusting over me since the day we met. Forgive me if I'm fucking pissed right now!"

He was almost yelling, and the fear of discovery, more than anything else, forced him to quiet down again. Still, he was huffing and puffing as he sat down on the bed once more, his hands tightened into fists and his breath coming fast and hot through his nose. It rather confirmed that he wasn't able to breathe fire; if he was, the stone all around him would have been glowing with heat.

Lykus didn't answer, for once. No glib response, no teasing nose-tweaking. If anything, the once-wolf looked a little bit hurt.

As far as Gauthier was concerned, that was fine. He needed to hear just how much things had gotten out of control for the one that didn't have a way to change it back. Whatever plans -

"Excuse me, but who the hell decided to come here without any magic protection?" Lykus hissed.

"What?"

"I said, who decided to come to the magic caves of a magic cult and thought that they'd be okay with a simple sword?"

"..."

"I know you do more with your body than your brain, but that was stupid even for you."

"Oh, don't you turn this on me. You were the one that ran off without a word five years ago."

"I - I thought I left a letter?"

"Well, if you did, it damn well never reached me, you selfish prick."

"..."

"You might've had some grand plan for all this, but you fucking left me. You left me alone, without my partner, for five years, and no way of knowing where the hell you want. I spent everything that I had, all the money, all the artifacts, everything that we got over the years to try and find you again. You think that meant nothing to me? You think that I wouldn't come running the second I found the slightest clue?"

"...I didn't think that far ahead."

"Clearly."

Gauthier shook his head. Here he was, finally finding his friend again, and all that he got was everything that he had done 'wrong' thrown back in his face. So much for ye olde joyous reunion.

Before he could get to his feet, however, Lykus shook his head. The mage leaned back against the wall, sighing.

"You're right. For once."

"For once?"

"Okay, okay, you're right, my friend. But please, try and calm down."

Normally, he would have hung onto that anger for a bit longer, but the semi-apology was better than nothing, and Lykus had a point. Staying angry wouldn't help. This wasn't just a single match in the arena. This was a long game, and spending his energy in fury would just make him too tired and too worthless later. The newly-transformed warrior nodded, though he didn't quite relax.

"Well, that's better than nothing," Lykus said, moving to the bed and sitting beside him. "Sorry. I didn't know that things had gone that bad."

"Worse."

"Worse?"

"I didn't know where you were. I thought...we meant something."

"Aww, were you pining for me?" Lykus teased.

"...Can you keep your head out of your balls for two minutes?" Gauthier grunted.

"Sorry. But you have to admit, that's what it sounds like."

"Guys can like each other without being in bed with each other. You just didn't want to settle for less."

"...I guess I didn't."

There was another awkward silence, and this time, he doubted that it was going to be broken by an apology, as much as he was owed one. He rubbed the back of his head, looking out into the distance. Not at the wall, or anything in the room, but just into space, staring forward with nothing really to take his attention.

What the hell...

He wanted to be angry, but the rutting in the streets had been more than sufficient to completely shatter his ability to think of guys as something he was forced to fuck. Maybe it was the fact that he had been conditioned without his knowledge, maybe it was just the fact that he had been that worn down, but whatever it was, he was more aware than ever of the fact that he was willing to fuck a man's ass. And...and suck on a cock...and...

Ugh...

"Look. I'm sorry for how out of control things got when you got here," Lykus said. "But in my defense, I'm not exactly in charge. I'm high-up in the cult, yes, but that's only because of the idol."

"What idol - oh, fuck..."

"Yep."

"The one that we found in that cave, that last adventure we had?"

"Yep."

"...Fucking hell."

"Yeeeep," the once-wolf said, shaking his head.

Well, that explained a painful amount all at once. Lykus had been keen on getting that idol all that time ago, sure that it would be a path to greater power. He must have run off here to get it way back when, and if the cult had been around when he first arrived - well, Gauthier had no trouble believing that the wolf had been charming enough to get something out of the arrangement. He doubted that the illusionist had been meaning to take it this far, though, and it wouldn't have been the first time that a situation slithered out of Lykus's grip.

He glanced back at the dark-scaled Blessed, shaking his head.

"Did you want this to happen to me?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Did you want me to be...like this?" he asked, gesturing at his body.

"...Well, you have to admit that it helped you get back in shape," Lykus joked.

"Be serious. Did you want me like this instead of a human?"

"...I don't know."

"That's not a no."

"No, it's not, but..." Lykus sighed. "Look. You called me all kinds of things before. Dick-wolf was probably your favorite, yes?"

"Heh. Yeah."

"I have all kinds of fantasies, all kinds of things that I wanted to see happen. Both to you, and to us. This was one thing that was better than the others."

"Uh-huh."

"Look. I didn't start the transformation that you went through. I didn't even have a chance to see you, save through the scrying spells, before they caught you. I thought that you might be safer if I didn't expose you."

"...You mean expose yourself."

"...That, too."

He groaned, and Lykus grumbled.

"Look, I'm trying to make this better. I'm here, and I'm going to get us out of this. That's got to be worth something, right, old friend?"

"Sure. Getting us out of a situation that you got us into. Seems about normal. About usual."

"I...guess I deserve that. I mean, sure, I was the one that didn't explain himself, but need I remind you of the Drow Experience?"

"Oh, don't fucking bring that up."

"Oh, no no no no, you don't get to tear me down for this long without me pointing out that you did the same exact thing eight years ago," Lykus said.

Gauthier grumbled. He'd hardly call that the same thing. This was a whole abandonment problem for five years, not slipping off on what should have been a simple solo adventure for maybe a month or two, and then having Lykus show up out of nowhere in the Underdark. That had been...

Okay, there were some similarities. He had managed to be a human convert to Lolth, something that should not have worked, but someone must have been watching over him at the time. He had gotten entrenched in some part of Drow society, a high-ranking slave that didn't have to worry about being sacrificed. And then Lykus had shown up, and...

Ah, fuck, there were some similarities there, some painful ones, including some disowning of each other for the sake of keeping their cover. It was not a good memory, not good at all, but it was a fair comparison.

"Fine, fine. I did that once. Once!" he reiterated, holding up a finger. "But that was a one-time thing. You've gotten us in the shit a hundred times since."

"Not a hundred, but I'll accept a baker's dozen."

"Then do!"

"Accepted."

"...Alright...good."

"Now, will you accept my apology?" Lykus asked. "Or are you going to make me embarrass myself and get on bended knee, sucking my forgiveness from your cock?"

"...Fuck you for fucking with my head enough to make it tempting."

"Heh. Then..."

"Fine. Apology accepted." He huffed, shaking his head as he crossed his legs. His numb shaft probably wouldn't have felt it anyway. "So, what the hell's the plan?"

"Ah. Now, that's going to be more complicated."

"I can't see how it's going to be more complicated than what's already happened."

"Well, for someone that doesn't know much about magic, it probably won't be. For the person that's going to be casting the spells, on the other hand..."

"..."

"Let's just say that I'm going to be juggling a lot of balls."

"Good thing you like doing that. Dick-wolf."

"Call me that one more time, Gauthier. I beg you, call me that one more time and see what happens."

There was just enough of an edge to Lykus's voice at that to make him second-guess doing it, and he kept his mouth shut. The Blessed nodded, smiling.

"Very good. You're learning. I think I might want to keep you this way."

"Do it, and I'll -"

"You'll what, pray tell?"

"...Goddammit, stop being so perverted. I can't do anything to you that you won't like, I swear."

"Indeed."

It had always been that way, and this only made it worse. He shook his head, flopping out on the bed. Lykus just leaned over, stroking clawed fingers along his stomach and up his chest. The feeling wasn't unpleasant, but did feel more flirty than he wanted to engage with right at that moment. Instead, he looked up with a half-glare.

"Plan, Lykus, plan."

"Mmmm, I know." The once-wolf sighed, shaking his head. "I wish we had more time..."

"Well, we don't, so..."

"Yes, yes, the plan. I think that it should be fairly straightforward, quite honestly. As a new Honored, you'll need to go down and bond yourself with the idol inside the core of the temple. Once you get there, you'll have a chance to show your 'loyalty.' This usually involves kneeling, praying, all those things. Everyone else has been bound to the idol and the magical spirit within it, so the cult stays strong."

"How'd you avoid it?"

"Prior obligations."

"...To what?!"

"Hmmm, probably best not to get into that," Lykus admitted. "But I'll explain after this whole mess is over, if you really want me to."

"..."

"Anyway. You'll make a show of devoting yourself, but I'll give you something to keep it from taking hold. At the end, you'll go to the idol to present yourself fully, submitting to the spirit inside. At that point, you'll need to take the idol."

"And?"

"And run."

Gauthier waited for the rest of the plan, sure that there had to be more, but there was no more to be heard. He blinked, gesturing for the illusionist to continue, but Lykus didn't say anything else.

"...And?"

"And that's it. Run out of the temple, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Are you nuts? What about all the kobolds, the other Honored? Hell, the other Blessed, for that matter?"

"Most of their powerful magic comes from the idol, and as soon as you get that out of the temple, I'll be dealing with that." Lykus smirked. "As for the kobolds...they follow the orders of the Blessed, and guess who gave them all their new powers?"

"..."

"I've been planning my exit strategy for a while. I know what I'm doing."

"Clearly."

"All you have to do is keep being the good little meat-head meat-shield that you've always been. Oh, and eye-candy." Lykus smiled, stroking a claw down between Gauthier's legs. "Can't forget that, of course."

"Nnngh. Ass."

"Well, I'm looking for cock at the moment, but that's an option."

"Fuck - you just don't give up, do you?"

"Would you really respect me if I did?"

"...I guess not," Gauthier muttered, sighing as he leaned back. "Alright. Alright. Fine. Let's...let's do this."

"Mmm, glad that we're of one mind on this..."

Without warning, Lykus climbed over him, and just like that, he had the dragon's cock and balls right in his face. One breath brought the scent of that scaly musk to his nose, hissing and rasping as the scales came together, dripping already as the dragon lowered his hips. There was a hotter scent right at the head of the shaft, where pre-cum was already flowing and starting to drip towards his face. Clearly, Lykus had been more than ready for this moment. Hell, he'd probably been dreaming of it since it had been possible.

Gauthier groaned, slowly opening his mouth. Two breaths in, and he was already getting lightheaded, his mind pulling back from the world and the concerns that he'd had, replaced by the warmth of that shaft and the needs that it instilled in him. An entirely different set of instincts were at work compared to what had happened to him with the kobolds. This was...this was hotter, thicker, heavier, and he groaned as he felt his cock feel fuller, heavier. Not harder, still almost numb, but with an urgent weight that was just behind it, as if his drained balls were trying to fill up again.

The sensation was more than slightly strange, and he gritted his teeth as he felt it getting worse. He panted softly, the head of that shaft passing between his lips, and the taste was just as strong as the scent. Salt, sweat, and more that flowed from the shaft, and a heavy flow of pre-cum that seemed to be getting more intense the longer that the shaft rested on his tongue.

"Mmph...nnngh..."

Lykus pushed forward, just a little, and that long shaft seemed to stretch, rolling across his tongue and almost popping into his throat. It didn't make it better that he could feel his partner's tongue flicking across his thighs, dragging further up towards his crotch as they adjusted themselves on the bed into a 69. The cock in his mouth was holding most, if not all of his attention, and it was...

It was worthy of it.

Gauthier groaned every time that he felt the urge to do something, to explore, to worship that shaft, but there was nothing that the once-human could do to stop it. Scaly instincts, submissive needs that came out with the smell of a dragon, were too strong for him to resist. In short order, he was bobbing his head back and forth, sucking the head of the shaft, pulling it along his tongue and even into the back of his throat from time to time, only to pull back and let it pop past his lips.

He would always gasp at that, too, even if he had all the air he needed. He didn't know why; he just did.

Forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling that cock sliding down his tongue and reminding him where his place was. The dragon 'blessed' him with a flood of pre-cum, flowing out as easily and readily as beer from a tap, though far warmer, and thicker. He groaned as he had to force himself to keep swallowing just to breathe, the sheer volume of pre-cum beyond any other species.

Forward, back, forward, back, each time swallowing a little harder, feeling the flow getting stronger. Clawed fingers teased his own balls, pulling them up and down, dragging them away from him. He heard whispered words between licks that he felt and didn't feel at the same time, knowing that it was magic being worked on him, but he was so numb that he could barely feel it. All he knew was that he was getting hard, but not why.

"Mmmph...mmph..."

Lykus, due to being on top, was setting the pace, and it was a slow, teasing pace, one that forced Gauthier to keep swallowing, to keep taking that shaft at a snail's pace. No matter how his instincts told him to bob against it, he could only do so much. No matter how much his instincts told him to take it to the root and swallow, worship, suck, he could only do what he was allowed, and that wasn't much.

Forward, back, forward, back.

Finally, he felt something different as Lykus thrust his own head forward. He barely felt the pressure running down his shaft, but he felt the warmth of scaly lips against the base of his cock. He was getting sucked on, his dick a toy, a service shaft. Up, down, up, down, just as Lykus started thrusting his own hips, pushing in and ramming that cock in as far as it would go, scaly balls resting right over the once-human's nose.

In, out.

In, out.

In, out.

That was what his world had been reduced to. On his knees, between the legs of the bigger Blessed, he was the one being used. He could lord it over the kobolds - could probably even do that to humans, now - but he would always be below dragons.

Below...dragons...

There was something in the musk, something in the scent that kept that in his head. He was below them, below the others, below the Blessed. He would always be a slut, always be a slave, always be a servant for those that were above him.

Why...below...

There was no answer given, and the question died off, unanswered. He moaned, barely feeling the sucking on his cock, but feeling the bulge of his balls swelling outwards, nudging against his thighs, forcing his legs further apart. He was growing, he realized, but he didn't feel it, wasn't allowed to take that pleasure.

No, all his attention was on that cock in his mouth, on Lykus's shaft that was slowly forcing its way into his throat, taking him again and again and again. Floods of pre-cum were flowing out, and on the occasions that the dragon pulled his shaft free, he was able to see that there was a massive layer of off-white flow running from the tip, soaking the shaft as a whole. It ran off the long rod, dripping onto the bed, claiming the room with its thick scent.

Then it would go back in, driving down his throat, filling him up and leaving him gasping, gagging, gasping again. Each time, he would have to force himself to take more of it, to swallow more, to suck it into his guts and feel that flood fattening him, filling him with the dragon's blessing.

In, out, in, out, the balls battering against his nose, smearing that scent over him.

In, out, in, out, that shaft forcing his throat to take on that thickness, to adjust to it.

In, out, in, out, feeling his own cock swelling...

And then all the way in. The groans, the moans, the gasps from above were all that he needed to hear to know that his body had done its job.

The flood that followed, however, was almost enough to kick him out of trance. He swallowed hard, sucking it down, feeling it rushing into his stomach, but there was so much that he barely kept up with it. He coughed, gagged, but kept swallowing, forcing it down, feeling his stomach burbling as he swallowed more and more of it. Further down, further in, further down, further in...

And then, finally, it was over.

Gasping for breath, Gauthier stared up at the shaft leaving his mouth. For a moment, he had a minor out of body experience, staring up at the massive cock, realizing just how much he had taken down his throat, and how full his belly was.

Then it was over, and he was staring through his own eyes. He was staring right up at the ceiling, as a matter of fact, and groaning as he hugged his stomach. It felt sloshy, full, over-full, as a matter of fact. He groaned as he rolled onto his side, all while Lykus chanted something over him. Some spell, he imagined, something that would -

He shivered as he felt warmth spreading along his body, something that clung to every scale that he had. It was surprisingly intense, and felt both tight and loose at the same time.

Then it was done, and the dragon loomed over him with a smile on his face. There was just a hint of a smirk there, too.

"Mmmph...what did you just do?" Gauthier groaned.

"Oh, just marked you."

"Mmph...fuck..."

"Oh, and that's a more permanent mark. Just to make sure that the idol doesn't affect you."

"...Goddammit..."

"Hey, it'll keep you, you. That is surely worth something, is it not?"

"Mmmph...I hate your tricks."

"Oh, I know."

"God...why did you have to pump my stomach like that..."

"Well, I did have to make sure that you'd have enough for tomorrow, you know."

That was the excuse he was getting? Fucking...ugh. He rolled onto his back again, not daring to stay on his side for long. He swore that he could feel that load shifting in his guts, moving along, moving and swishing and swirling and churning and -

He covered his mouth. He doubted that he was actually going to puke it up, but there was a lot in there, and it felt loose enough that it might just travel up his throat from lack of room. Lykus helped him sit up, which helped everything settle where it belonged. It also made him feel bloated as hell.

"Mmmph...Is that just...a Blessed thing? Or did you always cum that much?" Gauthier groaned.

"Well, it helped make it bigger, but..."

"..."

"Let's be thankful that you never had to see the messes that I made on my own, hmm?"

Let's not feed into that, yeah...

Shaking his head, he tried to get comfortable, all while Lykus was pulling himself from the bed. Seeing the Blessed get to his feet and turn towards the door out, however, he felt an odd pang of loneliness, and it was something that had nothing to do with all the seed and whatever bullshit magic that the illusionist had cast on him.

"You're leaving?"

"I have other things that need taking care of," Lykus said, though not without a hint of regret in his voice. "I have a few things that need to be cleared before tomorrow, and then there are the dreary duties of the Blessed to attend. Pitiful things, really, but I have to keep up my disguise, or we're both in trouble tomorrow."

"..."

"I'll see you as soon as you get the idol. I promise."

"And no more lies after that?"

"No more lies." Lykus cocked his head to the side, then shook his head. "No more."

"Alright...but I want that under a Zone of Truth spell when we're out of here."

"Heh, if you can take that bluntness, sure. I'll see you then."

And with that, the Blessed did leave, and he was once more left to his thoughts. He took a deep breath, was grateful not to smell more of the dragon scent, and then leaned his head back against the wall. His horns didn't quite get stuck, but they did drag along the stone with the loud howl of fingers on a blackboard. He was careful about it after that, staring up at the ceiling of his quarters.

This could be a trap, the suspicious part of him said. Making me expose myself.

But if it was, was there any point in not stepping into it? There were many others in the cult that would take advantage of him if he didn't do this, and he knew himself now. He knew that there was no way that he was going to get out of this as the human that he used to be. Even if Lykus could completely transform him back to his human self, something that he honestly wasn't sure about, he'd carry the conditioning that had been done to him for the rest of his days. There was no just stepping back into his old life and being that fighter, straight and only interested in women as he had been.

No, he had become something different. He didn't know what he was yet, but he knew that there was no turning back the clock.

And no point worrying about who knows I'm smart and who doesn't.

The act had obviously fooled some of the Blessed, considering that they hadn't challenged his rise to Honored, despite obviously wanting to. However, it had done nothing to fool Lykus, and there was every possibility that others were likewise doubting his act. Even with all the risks, he needed to follow through with his part of the plan. If he didn't...well, then the only chance they had to leave this place could slip right through their fingers.

He managed to slowly slide down during the night, gradually going from sitting up to lying down as his guts found some way to 'digest' the seed that had been dumped into them. He wasn't sure how that worked, and he honestly wasn't going to ask. He was just running with it, and hoping for the best.

When he could finally close his eyes, he slipped off into dreamland, and he went there quickly.

#

_He was on his back, lying on an altar with the glowing power of the dragon around him. He felt the fires on either side, warming him, while a row of kobolds approached him from the far end of the altar. They were all naked, all males, all pushing themselves forward for his attention. He groaned as he felt his cock rise, still numb, but so very eager for the services of the little guys.

As they ascended, they gripped his cock, holding it between their hands as others might have held a prayer stick. They whispered over it, kissing the head, all while praying for the great dragons to come and use them, to make use of them.

Over his head, Gauthier looked back and saw that there were dragon-men approaching, each one hard and throbbing, each of them with a dripping cock that had only one destination. They lined up as the kobolds had, each of them with a cock pointed at his mouth, and he knew what they wanted, too.

He was a link, a link between kobolds and dragons, allowing one to be used, and one to make sure of him._

"Glk."

The sound of a cock sliding past his lips, down his snout, into his throat.

POP!

The sound of his cock sliding into an asshole.

Squelch, squelch.

The sound of his body being pushed back and forth between kobolds and dragons, used for the purposes of each, but never quite getting the chance to do its own thing. He was tied down, a toy for the kobolds, and a source of relief for the dragons.

In, out.

Up, down.

Back and forth.

The dream continued, slowly dragging him further, further, and further still down into darkness, where lust and need rose stronger than ever, and where he could become the servant that both the cult and his friend wanted him to be...

The End

Summary: Gauthier and Lykus have a chat about what expectations they have, apologies are given, and the world gets a little less and a little more complicated.

Tags: M/M, Dragon, Fusion, Kobold, 69, Oral, Orgasm, Cum, Numb Cock, Ball Growth, Cum Flood, Excessive Pre-Cum, Domination, Marking, Friends, Series, Fantasy,