Avatar of Bahamut
Felt like writing smut today! Features human to anthro dragon TF, cock growth, muscle growth, and a lot of loving from a group. I see a lot of ways I could have elaborated and gone into further detail on that, but it's short, sweet, and as usual with my content, just packed with smut. Please tell me if you enjoyed it!
This one was pretty heavily inspired by this darkgem piece: https://vxtwitter.com/Darkgemrawr/s.....004192260?s=20
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In the hazy, incense-smoke filled room, Aven felt a storm of emotions stirring in him. Apprehension, fear, and worry gnawed at him, his doubts stirring in the back of his mind and deep in his heart, but they were rivaled by sweeping waves of joy, elation, and excitement! It was not every day that a paladin was chosen to be the new Avatar. It was perhaps the biggest reward that could be granted, taking a follower and elevating them from an upholder of their faith, to the object of it. A living, breathing, feeling extension of their God on the mortal plane.
And somehow... That was to be him. Even now, there were priests and clerics in the other room, supplicants who would ask for divine favor- his favor. He drew in a rough breath, and steeled his core. This was his God's will, and doubting it was the same as doubting Bahamut Himself. He had to trust that this was the right move. He remembered his journey, thinking back from when he was introduced to the Order by his parents, how he trained hard, got promoted, and started adventuring on his own. He had gone through impossible fights, conquered until evils, and saved those he could. He had never felt it was enough, but it seemed that Bahamut thought otherwise.
His reflection was interrupted by the sound of a wooden door opening. "Sir Aven, we are ready. Come into the next room, so we can begin." The door closed, and he exhaled, nodding to himself. He hadn't been born when the last Avatar was made, but he had an idea of what was to come. The Avatar was their shining light, the platinum-scaled warrior that rallied their forces when needed, that listened to the Order member's troubles and consoled them. He would be shedding this skin and his body for greater purpose.
He couldn't help but wonder if it would hurt. Aven stood, dressed lightly in a robe with an open front, tied around his waist with a sash to keep him decent. The last Avatar was four feet taller than him, so he supposed it made sense to keep him out of clothes his size. He crossed the room, bare feet walking over warm stone, and opened the door to the next chamber.
The next room was large, the central chamber for their payer. Usually, a podium would be in the middle, so a cleric or paladin could preach or lead others in prayer, but today it had been removed, replaced by a short stone slab he could sit on. Twenty or more members of his faith stood around it, in a circle. Some of them carried wicker baskets, a few had brushes for paint, or carried holy incense. He caught smiles under silver-trimmed hoods, each beckoning him further in.
Awkwardly, he took a seat, looking around at familiar faces. Friends from his training class, people who trained him. Fuzzy smiles and scaled tails, each reminding him in different ways of his own body- human in shape. A minority in this faith, but never had he been made to feel like he was not welcome due to it. One such scaled hand came to rest on his shoulder, from a cleric who led many a sermon in his youth. A brass dragonborn, her dingy-orange scales warm. "Aven, welcome. We are honored to have you here. Today is the day that we show you appreciation for your devotion and efforts over the years. I'm proud to have seen you ascend from a curious, excited youth, into the man you are." She smiled, her hand running down his chest, to the cinch around his hips. "You need not do anything more. We will begin. Simply enjoy yourself."
He nodded, cheeks blushing as the thin ribbon came free. Her hands spread his robe, stepping behind him and pulling each side of the fabric apart, tugging it free to leave him bared. He was embarrassed- these were colleagues, people he had fought with, served under, but none of them seemed to mock his form. He was firm, muscled, tan skin marked with scar and sweat. One of her claws touched his chin, pointing his face up to peer into her own, and his head came to rest upon her bosom. Soft chanting started in the room, and his heart started to pound.
She planted a kiss on his forehead, and it seemed like the ritual had begun. Warm brushes tipped in paint started to write on his body, some decorative, some writing arcane symbols. It didn't take long for him to start feeling hot, flushed from head to toe. The cleric's eyes looked at him, not just with an expression of pride, but love and care. Her hands massaged over his shoulders, Aven blushing as the markings were drawn, closer to his groin and thighs, over his rump and sides. "Aven..." The cleric's voice came, whispered next to his ear.
Was he supposed to be... Enjoying it? It shamed him, but he could feel his manhood stirring. A solid length, for a human, it was starting to creep towards firmness. Bahamut typically frowned upon being sexual with those one was not committed to... He couldn't help it. His hand raised up, reaching to press against her bronze scales. He could spot a rough patch on his skin, where it looked red, irritated, almost crusty. The shape was easily identifiable, though, taking the crescent shape of scales. It had already begun.
She directed his gaze back up, at her. "The Avatar is not just the object of our faith. He, or she, also fulfills other important roles. You weren't of age when the last one was here... But he also took care of more mortal desires." Aven blinked, unsure of what she meant. Did they expect him to cook and clean? Clawed hands pressed against his chest, feeling his pecs. The constant touch of brush against his skin had him panting, his body reacting in inappropriate ways. The slick feeling of paint running over his body made him shiver. Some of the brushes were warm, as if soaked in hot water, tracing patterns on his body while his prick raged.
Soft puffs of cool air made recently-laid paint feel cold, Aven gritting his teeth. He was blushing like mad, as someone took his foot in their hands, squeezing his soles, rubbing between his toes. One brush, thick and warm, pressed to his sole and ran up. Another touched his armpit, digging in against soft hairs. The cleric drew her hands away, lowering her hood and pulling away her own robe, letting Aven come to rest upon her bare breasts.
She squished his head between them, soft titflesh pressing in on either of his cheeks, pert nipples visible on both sides as the cleric took his lips in a firm kiss! His cock jumped, a dribble of his own clear essence falling onto his belly. She broke the kiss, and he gasped, blinking as he tried to process. His head turned down to find that not only was his body getting drawn on in shimmering, golden and silver paint, he also had others touching him. Feeling him. Appreciating his muscles with their tongue or hands, a cheetah's short muzzle rubbing against his toes while their tongue lapped at his foot, a wolf's fuzzy ear poking out from under his arm.
Silver scales were growing in, shining in the light of the torches. One adventurous kobold with green scales snuck in between his spread legs and planted her snout at the base of his cock, inhaling his scent. Mortal desires. No wonder it was so easy to keep the members of their faith from infidelity. "Hng. Haaah. Is this... Really the duty of the Avatar?" he panted out, to the amused chuckle of the priestess.
Supporting him by the back, she slipped to his side, taking one heavy breast and pushing it to his face. "Of course. How could we adore you, without satisfying all desires? We mortals are not Gods. We have a need, to reproduce, to bring pleasure to one another. Bahamut understands that. He cannot provide for those needs, but you can." Her nipple entered his mouth, and he moaned, latching onto it with his lips. His tongue ran around it in a swirl, and he could feel her shudder from the attention. "Be not worried about our desires, today. Today is about you, and your pleasure. Your ascension."
His nose popped, and he drew his head back with a surprised gasp. Smiling, the bronze dragoness stepped away, letting another support him. "This is the only time you will get to experience this change. Be sure to savor it." He looked down upon himself again, and could see more scales growing in. Covering one thigh, his foot browning claws. His body felt strong, crashing waves of pleasure rocking in his chest. Aven clenched his foot and saw his claws extend further, scales visibly growing in, covering inches of his old, human flesh. His back popped, his position shifting as he began to grow. He raised his arm, and flexed, watching in surprise as the muscle grew before his very eyes. He was always strong, but this was more than that. More than what a human could achieve.
Followers of a faith could idolize and hold dear to their heart the ideals of their Gods, but to be the idol was something else entirely. Perfection in mortal form. Feline lips suckled upon his newly-minted toes, rough tongue dragging under his claws. His abs flexed, crunching, as his physique improved by the moment, making him thicker and heavier. His snout was pushing out further and further, pressure building in his face. A soft, warm embrace closed over his cock, suckling his length as he fed out tiny, small spurts of preseed.
He could see the reflections of light off his new scales dancing in the room, shimmering over the walls and ceiling. His legs, growing larger, had to stretch further. Before, being nearly laid back into the cleric's embrace, they were lifted up by his supplicants, but now one foot rested firmly upon the ground, the other pressing the adoring cheetah firmly against the floor, much to their pleasure. The dragoness returned to him, taking him again in a kiss, even as his mouth changed, lips turning from soft, fatty slips into scales and ridges. His teeth grew sharper, his tongue longer. Platinum horns rose up from his forehead and curved back as he made out with her, their tongues twining together.
He had expected nothing like this for his change, but he could not say he hated it. Giving in to their desires, his own pleasures, was like nothing he had experienced before. Following Bahamut was usually a hard road. You gave yourself to help those in need. You gave your body to fight evil, your mind to ease other's worries, your gold to feed the hungry. He had not had someone give themselves to him before. His kissing grew fiercer, eager to explore the bronze cleric's mouth. His tail fell and slapped onto the ground below, twisting and curling as he tried to understand how to move it.
He did not realize how hungrily he was taking her, how his mouth pressed so firmly to hers, how her soft moans in between each kiss sounded, until he heard someone gagging. Wet stands fell and broke as he looked down, watching the poor green Kobold fight and struggle to keep his length in. She pulled back, revealing girthy inches of still skin-colored cock, his mushroom head popping free. It was certainly bigger than before, but compared to the rest of his growing size, it was still more human than dragon.
One of the last parts. Even if he was not fully changed, this was still the least-changed part. As if it had been waiting for his attention, the rock-hard prick throbbed! He sucked in a breath, watching as his member bounced in the air. Beat by beat of his heart, the cock pounded longer, harder, sticking further out from his thighs with each pulse. The kobold watched in awe, being given a front-row seat to impressive, prodigious growth. A small, scaled hand grabbed his testicles and lifted them, just so he could watch that grow as well. He felt the cleric settle in next to him, snout pressing to his cheek for the show. It seemed to grab the attention of everyone there.
His prick was changing shape, his tip starting to slim into a point, ridges like horns appearing under his crown. With each beat, it grew fatter, thicker, hanging heavier in the air. From six inches, it pumped up, to seven, eight, nine...! He panted and groaned, but that was far from the end. The kobold holding his sack was having a harder and harder time holding on to them, as the wrinkled sack turned from human flesh, into soft, flexible platinum scales. One orb finally dropped from her hold, and she had to scramble to catch it, bringing it back up to its brother as they continued to swell, tiny hands spreading to their widest just to try and hold on to the orbs.
As they grew, the tiny drips of masculine pleasure he had been putting out did too. First into a thicker dribble, but as his bits grew, it started to bubble up with startling frequency. It gushed and coated his tip, running down his length in slick, shiny lines. He grunted, his abs flexing, nuts tensing, and a splurt of clear pre shot a few inches into the air. He huffed, the ridged length still standing straight up in arousal. It certainly didn't look human any more. The inches kept coming, shaft standing further and further, his girth increasing from a mere half inch, to the size of a metal rod, and further. And further... Was this natural for most dragons? One look to the shock-etched face of the cleric showed it was not.
The kobold yapped, Aven tossing his head back with a groan as his fat nuts suddenly slipped from her grasp, too big to be contained. They dropped down, and only then was he aware of their weight. Even with his new muscles and size, they felt like lead stones contained in his sack, stretching his flesh. His member started to droop forward with its own weight, hanging between his thighs, extending far past the small head of the kobold, who's eyes trailed it with reverence. He could feel it now, the buildup of pre as his balls worked overtime, growing in pressure until his member pulsed with his heartbeat, sending the deluge up his shaft, and out, to splatter out onto the floor. The incense could no longer mask it- he could smell the intense, spicy scent of draconic musk filling the room. Tiny hands grabbed his shaft and started to stroke up and down, green lips trying to wrap around his tip, only to get blasted back by a shot of pre that left several thick trails running down her mouth and chest.
He was... Big. Larger now than the cleric, who's chest had seemed so big before, he had grown to be the largest in the room by far. His eyes blinked as a prick of light appeared above his head, his new draconic eyes able to spot it out as it grew into a dot of light, and expanded out slowly. With it, he could feel so much more. A better connection to his God, who was pleased with his progress. The feelings and desires of those around him. The lusts and hidden desires of each person in the room, not that any needed to hide them, at this point. He could feel the radiating awe of the kobold, who was both humbled and happy to simply have a dragon worthy of praising. The cleric, who both was proud of him and his progress, but also had a deep, deep desire to get dicked down with the monster between his legs. The wolf, who could not help but get rock hard at the thought of worshiping a body as immaculate, masculine, and firm as Aven's.
Each of them spoke, unconsciously, to him, telling him what they wanted, and though the desires were varied, they all ultimately led to servicing the Avatar of Bahamut. The angelic ring finally completed above his head, and with that... He was complete. Done watching the members of his faith fell upon his marked and perfect body, lavishing each and every inch of it with their love. He pulled the bronze cleric in close, kissing her deeply while one platinum hand reached between her thighs, sending fingers into her soaking wet lips. The kobold and two more set about sucking over his length, peppering the shaft with kisses and adoration, taking in his studly scent. He could feel them all- grinding against him, shaft, breasts, and cunts alike, sharing in his pleasure.
It was building up to be too much. His balls felt tight, his shaft heavier than ever, the tip of his cock tingling with anticipation. Wet pre painted his body, shot from his shaft as the kobold held it up, wet tongues circling around his glans, over his base, lips sucking upon his nuts! He groaned, he growled, his expression growing from relaxed and pleasured, into a rough, aroused, pent-up snarl. His hips bucked up, and vaguely he could hear the cleric, through moans into his lips, begging him to let loose.
The roaring fires reached a crescendo within him, and Aven pulled away from her to let out a mighty roar! A bright flash of silver flame shot towards the ceiling, just as a mighty short of pearly seed did! The orgasm rocked his body, Aven bucking all the while, lost in a near-feral state. Tiny arms wrapped around his godly cock, for no other word did it justice, as heavy ropes of his seed landed over his chest, running over the silver scales of his body, falling from his sides, his hips, his thighs to the floor. All while each and every one of his followers did their best to lap it up, sucking down his essences, rubbing his excess seed into their fur and scales, marking themselves with his virility. He could not say how long his orgasm lasted, but when it was done, his cock let out one last cup-sized splurt of seed onto his toned abs, and fell to rest in the curve between his thigh and hip, throbbingly gently. He could tell that each of them had enjoyed it- reached their climax in their own ways. The kobold was a blitzed-out mess, face dripping with thick, off-white cream, still hugging his length. Aven fell back, panting still. He would need to come to learn all of them better, in the coming years. It would not be doing his role justice, if he did not ensure each of them were brought to this height of pleasure in return.