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Epilogue

For AkimitsuSeveCan

By Draconicon

Gauthier and Lykus eventually made camp a good ten miles from the caverns. The Caves of Isilmin were not easy to traverse, something that they both had personal experience and knowledge of, and the Blessed were buried deep from the slap of the Roc's wing, but that didn't mean that they wouldn't eventually tunnel themselves out. Ten miles seemed the absolute minimum distance for them to rest, and even then, they were hoping that it would be enough that they had covered their tracks with magic and what tricks Gauthier remembered to throw anyone following them off-track. From traversing the rivers that they found to wiggling through a forest and doubling back on themselves before choosing another, more easily concealed direction, he had put them through their paces.

And as a result, they were all exhausted. Leeka and the other kobolds had completely collapsed at the edge of camp, snoozing in a giant pile besides their campfire - just tall enough to hide the light that it put off - while he and Lykus sat beside a smaller, banked fire of their own, looking down at the blaze.

He still felt off, compared to his previous body, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about that unless Lykus actually took the body away from him. He shook his head, sighing as he leaned into his hands. The once-wolf at his side groaned.

"Are you still annoyed with me?"

"Do I need to go through the reasons why I would be? Again?" Gauthier grumbled.

"I saved you."

"You got me into that mess."

"Oh, please. You came after -"

"Don't you start lying to me. That scout tracked you there, and the only reason he'd be able to do that is if you let him. Particularly when you're this powerful." Gauthier shook his head. "And that's another thing. You were never this strong before. You couldn't have summoned creatures like that, even with the idol. Why did you lie to me? Why did you keep lying? Why did you...why didn't you tell me where you were going?"

"..."

"We were friends, Lykus." He picked up one of the sticks from the campfire, holding it in front of him. The tip flamed until he flicked it back and forth, and even then, it smoked and glowed. "Help me out here. What changed? Why did you...do all this? Why did you lie to me?"

"...Would it help if I said it wasn't all my idea?" the 'Blessed' dark-scaled dragon asked.

"I don't know. Maybe."

"What's the qualifier?"

"If it's really true, and not just a lie."

"Well, that's easy enough."

Lykus got to his feet, stretching his arms overhead before wiggling his fingers at the ground. Without any warning, the earth started to glow, a spell-circle forming around them. Gauthier watched it come about, recognizing at least some of the symbols that took shape. Enough to know what it was.

Zone of Truth. Right.

He remembered that he'd asked for this. Well, at least his old friend would be able to deliver that.

The light of the spell faded, but the tingle in the air told him that it was still there. Probably would stay there for a good couple of minutes, at the very least, depending on how much power Lykus had pumped into it. The dragon sat down beside him, crossing his arms over his chest.

"...You're not resisting it?" Gauthier asked.

"Nope."

"You sure?"

"Pretty sure. I feel like I might be able to, but I'm choosing not to."

"Heh. And how do I know that's not a lie?"

"Remember that time that we questioned the gnome in the North Forest?"

"...Yeah. All kinds of stuttering and stammering."

"That's what happens if you try and lie. You show the effort, my friend. And I'm not really showing that, am I?"

True enough. Lykus might have been a little tense, but it wasn't like he was completely stressed out. There were none of the effort signs that he was used to seeing from his long-time colleague when he was trying to force something. None of the sweat-drops, none of the short sentences, and certainly none of the other tells that meant that Lykus was putting out more effort than he wanted other people to realize.

He was probably telling the truth. Probably.

The realization was followed by a moment of silence, and Gauthier realized all the things that had changed in the last few days. Or weeks. Or however long he had been under the mountains in the caves. He had gone into this mission seeing Lykus as the wolf that had left him behind but had still been a friend. They had come out of it together changed, him unwillingly, Lykus all too willingly. They were not the same people that they had been, and even if they were, he wasn't sure that he could entirely trust his old friend without the circle around them.

He just hoped that, this time, it would be enough to make him believe whatever Lykus had to say. He hoped that the once-wolf had a few good answers for him.

"Well...I guess the first thing I need to know is this. Are you going to change us back?" he asked.

"...No."

"Okay. Can you change us back?"

"Well...with help, yes."

That was not the answer he was looking for. He slowly tilted his head up to look his old friend in the eye. The Blessed rubbed the back of his head, obviously thinking through his words. Gauthier didn't have the patience to wait.

"Why won't you?"

"...Because I'm being asked not to. Not by the idol, but...by someone else."

"..."

"I'll tell you about them, too, but right now...well, they want us to have that power. Or at least, me...and I know that if I change you back, you won't want to stay."

"You're not entirely wrong."

"I know. I know you."

"...And what's that supposed to mean?" Gauthier asked, sitting up a little straighter.

"Oh, come now. You know what you're like. I'm not the one that always gets freaked out by magic."

"..."

"And you are the one that will always leave it be, always run off, and leave someone like me to deal with it. You've done it before, and you will do it again. And on that, I agree with...the other party," Lykus said, shaking his head. "Well, that was a revelation to me, as well. Lovely. Lovely little Zone of Truth."

"...Do you really think I'm that much of a coward?"

"...I think that you don't like what you don't understand."

Admittedly, that was something that he could agree with. He didn't like dealing with magic that he couldn't counter, didn't like having to fight something that was all mystical and went about dealing with different rules than he did. Nobody did, but he particularly disliked it because it was altogether frustrating. And...a little bit fearful, considering that there was no guarantee that he could deal with it.

The seconds passed by, and Lykus sighed.

"If it helps, I would transform you back, eventually. I might want to take a little fun - you do look good like this, you know - but I would change you back when we were done. My associate, on the other hand, thinks that you would be better off staying like this for a while."

"..."

"You want to know who he is, don't you?"

"Yes, but not yet."

There were other things that he wanted to nail down first, things that he wanted to understand, things that he needed to understand to make that answer make sense. After all, they had been together for some time. And that meant that there had to be a good reason for all this.

"Why did you lie?"

"Besides all the other answers?"

"Yes."

"Because...well, it wasn't entirely a lie - I know, I know, that's an excuse. I lied about what I did because I knew that we'd never work together if I started taking care of everything. I might have had the power to get us out of more of the scrapes than I did, but that didn't mean that I would have been able to do that on my own all the time. I was supposed to learn, supposed to figure out how to be stronger, but I was also supposed to find someone that I worked well with. It was part of the conditions for having that much magic to start with."

"You're sounding like a Warlock."

"I am."

"...Well...that explains a bit."

A warlock. That meant that everything that he'd known about his friend was a lie. He wasn't just an illusionist, wasn't someone that just pulled his magic through cards. The wolf hadn't been someone that learned magic from the wild, nor had he had a normal teacher. He had gotten his spells from some patron that had decided to give him it, for one reason or another. Considering what sort of man Lykus was, he wouldn't be surprised if the wolf had seduced his patron at some point.

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. He had to keep talking, had to keep his focus sharp, or he was going to end up too shaky to really get through this interrogation.

"So...what kind of..."

"Patron do I have?"

Gauthier nodded.

"A demon."

"Fucking - of course you do."

"Hey, not all demons are bad."

"Not all - do you hear yourself?!"

"Oh, here we go. Are you going to be all high and mighty about this now, Gauthier?" the dragon said, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes. "Because I can name a hell of a lot more things that humans have done - on their own! - against other people than demons have influenced them to do. There's a lot of bad ones, but there are some that are actually pretty damn decent. Just like you."

"...Lykus...it's a demon. By definition -"

"By definition? Are you seriously - you could have said that about me when we first met, remember? Remember when we first met, in that inn on the border of the Theocracy?"

"..."

"The one that said, by holy edict, all wolf-men were to be collared or put to death? When I was sitting in that inn, all but freezing to death, and you didn't report me?"

"...I remember," Gauthier muttered.

"And that's when it was legal to hunt people like me. And you didn't listen to the edicts of that church. So why are you listening to this one? Did you ever meet a demon before?"

"Well...no."

"Then why do you think this one is bad?"

"..."

"Do you need to meet him yourself? Huh? Would that make it better?"

The pragmatic answer would have been 'no,' but they were past the whole point of practicality. And honestly, he was curious what kind of demon had managed to get so deep into Lykus's head that he was putting aside all common morality for the sake of the demon itself.

"...It might."

"Then hold onto something."

The dark-scaled dragon got to his feet, clearing his throat and pulling his arms up. His fingers glowed bright red as he started to draw sigils in the air, and Gauthier took his friend's advice and held tight to the stump he sat on. He could feel the air trembling already, and the sheer violence of that, the vibrations that ran through the stone under his feet and the earth around him, was enough to send shivers down his spine.

Oh, this is real, alright...this is really real...

As the air trembled, rippling with the magical power that the once-wolf had brought to bear, a red light formed between the pair of them, hovering right over the fire. Through it, he could just make out lava flows, could see random shapes and forms bumping up against each other, see and hear the moans that were coming from the demons on the other side.

Hell, it seemed, was a lively place.

The hole opened further, and through it stepped a black and red wolf, one that looked almost a little like Lykus, save for the fact that it was more fluffy and more feral...

And the fact that it had a sheath that looked like it was stuffed with some sort of summer sausage roll rather than a shaft. He blushed, looking up rather than down, and met that red-eyed stare without...without much fear, at least.

"So...you're the one that tempted Lykus," Gauthier said.

"Heh...that's one way to put it." The demonic canine chuckled, stepping out from the fire, walking around it to stand beside the dark-scaled dragon. "He's been quite the helpful little mortal."

"Awww, thanks," Lykus said.

"Though he's also insufferably smug."

"I earn it."

"With my power."

...A little more banter than I expected from a demon.

Then again, he supposed that the demon could have been on its best behavior rather than how it would normally act, if only to make a good impression. Gauthier crossed his arms over his chest, and the movement attracted the demon's attention again. He chuckled, shaking his head, his eyes glowing bright red as he spoke up again.

"You don't really believe me, do you?"

"You're a demon."

"That's true. I'm also a fiend. And a lustful one, at that."

"Incubus?"

"Look at you, getting the name right first time and all." The demon chuckled. "I thought you said that he was all muscle, no brains, Lykus."

"I did say that!" The dragon blinked, then slapped a hand over his face, grumbling. "Goddammit..."

"Heh, zone of truthed yourself, I see. Well, well, well..." Shaking his head, the demon gestured about himself. The white light of the Zone of Truth lit up once more, then faded downwards. "I suppose that it won't hurt for you to be able to trust my answers, mortal. What do you want?"

"To know what the hell you want," Gauthier said. "What the hell do you want with Lykus?"

"Heh. Power, mostly. Most demons do."

"That's not the full answer."

"Mmmm, true. Then let's say that I want to change things, to bring a little bit of Hell to this plane, and show them everything that they're missing down there. A little bit of hedonism, properly applied, is more than enough to change the world."

"...That's it? Just treat the world like your personal brothel?"

"And ensure I never go back. Yes."

He wanted to accuse the demon of lying, but at the same time, he hadn't seen the signs of the Zone of Truth coming apart, nor was there the effort of lying on the demon's face. Nothing of the sort, as a matter of fact. He seemed so comfortable and content in what he was saying that it almost felt like a throwaway truth, like it was too obvious for him to bother lying about.

And...if he remembered what incubi were like, it wasn't exactly a stretch to believe it. They were always focused on pleasure of some sort, and that was clearly a type of demon that would have meshed well with Lykus. They were probably peas in a pod, considering that they were both aiming for the same thing.

"The idol?" Gauthier asked.

"A means to an end. It connects directly to an ancient dragon god, allowing one to siphon some of its powers for one's own ends. Most don't have the willpower to resist its commands and take that power, of course, but I do. And through me, so does Lykus."

"We're mostly planning on making orgies, and maybe get some blackmail material so we can do what we want," Lykus explained.

"And a few other things, of course...but mostly that."

It seemed...almost harmless, he had to admit, particularly compared to the way that most demons operated. No conquering the world schemes, nor anything about destroying it. If anything, it might actually be a bit better. Admittedly, that was probably his loins talking rather than him, and he knew that he was probably under this creature's spell to some extent just from the tingling corruption in the air alone...

But when it came down to it, whatever danger this demon represented, it wasn't the mortal danger sort. It was something, dare he say, lighter.

"Are you satisfied, mortal?" the demon asked.

"...Well enough."

"Then I'll head back now. But before I go, a little...gift."

"Azorious?" Lykus asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Just something for the pair of you...and a little reminder to you, my little pup. You do need a little tap on the nose now and again."

"What -"

It came as a red wave from the demonic canine, one that burst through the earth and the air. Lykus and Gauthier both fell over as it struck them, and he, at least, was left gasping, his eyes going wide as it felt like his libido had just been cranked up to an eleven.

"Ah...ah...ah!"

He moaned, then screamed as his cock jerked up to full erection, his scaly toes curling hard and his hands balling into fists as he felt like he could have fucked through a rock. His eyes were rolled back in their sockets, an orgasm ripping through him right then and there. Not enough to satisfy him. Not enough to take even the edge off, as a matter of fact. He growled deep in his throat, rolling onto his side, huffing as he tried to get his arms and legs under him, even as his hips started hunching thrusting.

Across the way, on the other side of the fire, Lykus was not much better. The dragon had his tail up high, his hole visibly clenching between the cheeks. His balls were pulling up, then dropping down, still in the process of draining from the blast of lust magic that had knocked them both off their feet.

He, however, had already recovered. Even though he groaned with sensitivity, even though he could feel the odd regret and hesitation to take it further, he knew that his body was already running rampant with lust. Even the logical part of him knew that there was not long before he would be utterly overwhelmed with what he felt in that moment, when he would have no choice but to give in and do what his body craved.

So, Gauthier made a decision. He would not wait, and he would not care.

With a roar of utter, wanton need, he threw himself through the air. Lykus glanced back, the dragon still recovering, but it was too late for him to move, too late to fight back. Gauthier landed on his back, shoving his wings down, and his cock throbbed against the other male's thighs.

"What - get off!"

"Not a chance."

"You - I thought you didn't -"

"I want it."

No, that wasn't right. He growled, leaning in, his cock stabbing between the other male's thighs, feeling the smooth scales caressing the sides of his shaft. His teeth found that neck, biting down, holding him close for a moment. Lykus went still, tail going off to the side, exposing his ass, his rump, his hole again. A simple roll of his hips dragged his cock back, brushing the head against the other male's dangling balls, up between the cheeks, sliding with thick slime along the taint and up to the hole.

"I want you," he corrected himself.

Lykus went stock-still at that, something that he had all but expected. He growled, rolling his hips forward again, this time brushing it past the pucker, and then along the twitching rim. It was the first time that he had been on top of anyone that was his size since he had been captured, and it felt...glorious.

Growling, he brushed his tip against that pucker again and again, feeling it give a little, but not enough to let him in. A little thrust, then pulling back, then another little thrust, almost feeling it slide open. He pressed against it, feeling the flexing flesh give way that little bit more, that little bit that allowed the very tip of his bestial shaft in -

Squelch.

And then the rest followed, sheathing him from tip to balls in one go. Lykus gasped under him, the once-wolf, now-dragon moaning under his breath.

"Fuck...fuck you're big..."

"You made me this way..."

"Nnngh..."

"Must have been wanting a big cock..."

He started fucking the dragon, feeling that hot hole clenching around him every time that he pulled out, always making it harder than it needed to be as he dragged his hips back. In, out, in, out, each time taking his time to really grind his hips forward and press down on that pleasure button he knew was in there. Every time that he found it, Lykus would arch his back, and he'd hear the splut, splut, splut of pre-cum shooting against the ground.

Did it matter that he was fucking a male? Not anymore. Not with the demonic lust running through him, taking care of all the pent-up hesitations and need that he had been fighting all this time. All that repression, all that desperation that he had been working on, had finally been resolved. He was needier than he was scared. He was hornier than he was afraid of being with a man.

And now...now, he was getting what he needed.

In, out, in, out, each thrust bottoming out and making his balls slap against those cheeks, making them ripple against his crotch. The dragon moaned repeatedly, not fighting him, just giving in to the massive cock that was breaking him in. In, out, in, out, each time feeling that pucker clenching down as soon as he bottomed out, each time feeling the inner walls rippling along his shaft as if Lykus was already on the verge of cumming.

Maybe he was. The warlock had always been a slut.

Gauthier had lost any ability to think clearly for himself at that moment, focused only on the utter rutting need that was pulsing through him at that moment, on the heat that rose from his balls and the dripping sensation that ran through his cock. Every thrust felt like he was burying his cock that much further in that slut's hole. Reaching around, he could feel the bulge that his cock made in the dragon's stomach, feel the way that it was stretched, distending from every rough slam in. One after another after another, slowly building up, slowly coming closer and closer to what he had long been denied.

Azorious...

That had to be the demon's name, and the fact that he felt like he was getting so close to actually cumming had to mean that the demon had offered him the chance to get off. The chance to cum. The chance to welcome his new life with a proper orgasm.

Nnngh...mmmph...

Groans and moans that were almost as loud as the ones that Lykus made filled his head. He could feel the utter heat, the need, the frustration of his chastity lingering, pushing at him. He felt the power of the idol, trying to keep him back, only for the power of the demon to lift him free. It was unholy, a rutting need...but it promised that there would be a release at the end of it, not just endless teases.

And in that moment, he didn't care how wrong that was. All that mattered was that release. He took it, heedless of the consequences.

Somehow, he managed to speed up, thrusting harder, faster. Lykus slumped down, his head hitting the earth below, his ass rising higher. There were no words between the two of them, just the sounds of body on body, the hot smell of pre-cum, sweat, and their own need between the pair of them.

In, out, in, out.

In, out, in, out.

His eyes had all but rolled back in their sockets at the constant, sucking tightness of that slippery pucker. His pre-cum had lubed it up to the extent that there was almost no friction as he thrust ahead, each time feeling it opening up before him, then clenching shut as he pulled back. At times, it felt like that hole was almost molded for his pleasure, only for it to clench shut, giving him the feeling of breaking it open once more.

In, out.

In, out.

In.

He felt like he was almost 'knotting' with the slut under him, growling under his breath as he held himself hilted, his eyes closing tight. The feeling of final climax, of full, real relief rushing through his cock and balls, was all that he could have imagined. Gauthier moaned out loud as he held himself there, his eyes clenched shut, not seeing, only hearing, only feeling, only smelling what was going on.

In the background, there was the sound of Lykus moaning under his breath, too, his moan just a little more canine, a little more needy than one might have expected. Spurt, spurt, squelch. The seed of the dragon hit the ground, soaking into the dirt.

They held that position, him grinding forward, milking out the last few shots. It felt like his cock was swimming in his own seed, splatters of it oozing around his shaft. He pulled back ever so slowly, and it felt like his friend's hole was trying to suck him right back in. Gauthier growled, ferally biting down for a moment, and Lykus loosened up once more.

"Mmmph...mine..."

The moment passed, and he was able to slide out. He felt the squelch, felt the bubbling seed oozing out, and then looked down.

The mess that he had made bubbled out, thick white liquid oozing from that wrecked pucker. It ran down in a small waterfall at first, sliding over scaly balls to drip to the earth below, followed by the bubbling gurgles of the stuff that he'd pumped in even deeper. Lykus moaned out loud, shaking, the tremors running down his ass cheeks and over his balls, the tremors going all the way down his thighs to his calves, and then ending in little curls of his toes.

Gauthier smiled, some odd pride filling him as he realized that he'd been the one to render Lykus like that, that he'd been the one to turn his friend into this needy, twitching mess. It was kinda hot.

Then the whole reality of the situation, and his exhaustion from it, caught up with him. He tried to stay standing, but, well, that ended up being just a little too much for him. He tumbled backwards and was unconscious before he hit the ground.

Lykus had to admit, it had been a very long time since someone had fucked him that hard. There'd been a couple of decent partners from the Blessed in the caverns, and he knew that there were a few kobolds that were deceptively well-hung, but this was the first time that someone had gone all-out on him for years. He groaned as he laid there, feeling the satisfaction rolling through him for a bit longer. And the seed rolling out of him, too, of course. That was really nice.

You are a total slut, you know that.

The dragon chuckled, sticking out his tongue at the incubus that he knew he'd see if he opened his eyes. That was the sort of projected voice that usually came when Azorious was just floating around, not visible to anyone else but him. If he was right, then the demon wolf was floating just over the ground, just in front of him, enjoying the view of his blissed-out face.

_You are going to need to be more serious with him.

Oh, come on. Relax. He's in the palm of my hand.

And you'll be in the palm of his if he fucks you like that too often.

Pish-posh. I'm fine.

You're high.

On diiiiiiiick,_

Lykus thought, giggling.

_You need a detox.

Don't you dare. I just spent five years undercover. I deserve to enjoy this.

Well, I suppose I can give you that one._

The dragon finally opened his eyes, and sure enough, the red wolf was floating right in front of him, oozing with demonic energy. It was a nice view, particularly with the throbbing demon dong that pointed towards him from underneath the big guy. He giggled to himself, though kept it quiet to keep from waking Gauthier up.

Gauthier...

_Do we really have to keep him as a dragon? Seems a bit mean.

It's not so serious as you might think. He'll adjust, soon enough, and you'll want that muscle instead of his human form.

I guess, but he did help us out a lot.

It doesn't matter. He needs to be controllable.

I could control him with my ass,_

Lykus half-joked.

He'll break that in seconds. And then you'll be the one controlled, and I'll have to step in directly. You don't want that.

And in truth, he didn't. He really, really didn't. Azorious wasn't bad, as far as demons went, but there were a great many things that the demon wolf could do to both of them that wasn't going to line up with what they wanted. Just because the incubus had relatively mild goals for the world didn't mean that he wouldn't use them harder than they wanted to be used if he had to start doing things himself.

Like making me into a cock sleeve for real, Lykus thought, slowly pushing himself upright again. There was a deep squelch inside him, one more flood of seed coming loose, and he groaned as he held his stomach as it came out, running down his thighs as he sat up.

"That was a lot...did you have to push him to cum that much?"

You only have yourself to blame. You kept him all teased and chaste for a while.

"Nnngh..."

And besides, you know you love it.

He did. He sighed, shaking his head and getting all the way up. Well, that was one adventure down...but he had the feeling that there was so much more to come. But at least, finally, after five years...he had his friend back.

The End

Summary: And so we hit the end of this series. Lykus and Gauthier have it out, and something else, too.

Tags: M/M, Demon, Wolf, Dragon, Hybrid, Fucking, Anal, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Forced Orgasm, Kobold, Corruption, Series, Magic, Answers, Epilogue,