Eye for an Eye 2
Eye for an Eye 2 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Gotommax Portions written/directed by Gotommax
Revenge... Revenge is a fire that fuels itself, a hate that can outlast the hater. It can consume a soul and it can consume a country... It can turn best of friends on another and it can warp the sensibilities of the most civilized, but revenge has never been exclusively a human trait. The quest that began as revenge for the death of a son had become a crusade; a crusade of vengeance for the death of every dragon at the hands of mankind... but the vengeance had grown into a cold logic in the dragon Cernos' mind. It was no longer blind rage, but guile and cunning. It was a plot, a plot he was most certain that he could manage... but it was also something more, something precious and heart felt, something warmer.
The plan had started, long ago, as a mercy. Cernos and his son had saved humans at the brink of death by converting them into their own kind. They had saved lives but the humans swore to take them. Dragons were seen as demonic beasts or trophies to prize. Their kind had dwindled, smaller and smaller... But Cernos' son had wanted to save as many as possible, humans and dragons, to rebuild their numbers. They only ate humans when threatened, but still they were hunted... and then Cernos' son was killed. He had exacted his revenge by converting the sons of the one that killed his, but the plan remained at the back of his mind... A plan to change and convert humans, as much for their pleasure as the pleasure of the dragons... and it would be a way to commemorate Cernos' first son.
The three dragons had been flying for days, their vast wings spread wide to catch the cool winter air. They had traveled far from the castle where Cernos' sons Micah and Jorath had started their new lives, heading to the border territories where man's law had little reach. Cernos sailed between the sun and the fields, casting almost as dark of a shadow as his obsidian colored skin. He was a proud black dragon with an underside as red as blood. Fourteen horns spread back from his head, curved ever so slightly, the first two by far the most prominent. Even more spines followed the contours of his back and tail, running all the way down to the mace like tip.
Micah and Jorath, by contrast, had far fewer horns. Jorath only had two silver horns on his head and his obsidian tail was smooth. Unlike his father, Jorath's belly was a soft ashen gray in color. Micah, by contrast, was as white as a freshly fallen snow with four black horns erupting from his skull, and most peculiarly he seemed to have a pliable blue mane of rubbery fins running down his spine and tail rather than spikes, though in time they would certainly harden.
Wordlessly, Cernos spotted a good place to set down as they cleared the last mountain range, descending into a valley on the edge of plains. There were cascading waterfalls, a dense forest, gullies and crevices... It was an ideal place to set up camp. Cernos' paws came down into the Earth and he galloped for a short distance before slowing to a stop. Jorath and Micah moved to land as well, but their lusts had been so pent up on the travel that before they had even slowed, their legs were tangling and their muzzles pressing, exchanging a frantic kiss before they tumbled, rolled and landed in a heap... a heap that was soon gyrating with eager humps. Jorath and Micah's shafts emerged from their slits and they began to grind desperately, their muzzles interlocking. Cernos merely smiled. The lusts of young dragons were not to be trifled with and they had held off for some time.
Cernos moved up to a boulder, his head pushing through the branches of a tree to peer around the area they had landed in. There was a lake below fed only by a waterfall and drained by a creek that ran toward the village. No doubt it would be one of their primary sources of water, a good place to start. Cernos swung around and padded over to his sons, Micah having already kicked Jorath's tail away from blocking his ass before mounting the younger dragon. Jorath's eyes were squeezed shut as Micah speared into him with is long, tapered meat.
"Jorath, Micah... I do not wish to interrupt your play, but I believe we should indulge ourselves as a family... near by in the lake." Cernos smiled.
"In-the-lake?" Jorath panted as his ass was pounded, drool leaking from his sharp fangs. Cernos brought his head down and then up in a nod.
"Whatever... you say... father..." Micah said, grunting before his cock pulled out, already dripping with pre seed. Cernos grinned and moved, diving off of the boulder, sailing through the trees before his wings opened up and he sailed toward the lake. In only another moment the flutter of his sons' wings joined his and the three headed toward the body of water with purpose. As they came in for their final approach, they tucked their wings tight to their body, pulling their limbs to their belly, their tails going straight. They pierced into the lake with little more than a ripple, sliding deep.
As they moved deeper into the water, Jorath parted his muzzle, snatching up a mouth full of fish to chomp down and swallow, but soon a white tail was tangling around his stomach, the tip fondling at his tapered shaft. Jorath shuddered in bliss, the water having a unique effect on him. His shaft quivered before it released a jet of precum, spraying into the water, slightly milky as it began to spread out in a cloud. Micah moved to rub along his brother, clawed paws caressing the dark scaled body. Micah slithered through the water like a serpent, coiling around Jorath before he started rubbing his cock against Jorath's entrance once more. Just as his brother did, his own shaft started releasing a cloud of potent dragon pre, the musk spreading into the lake, particles floating in every direction.
Cernos, ever the vigilant father, circled the lake, his amber eyes peering up through the murk with uncanny ability. He found sunken boats, trinkets and baubles, the dens of other aquatic creatures, even a dock... but no humans had yet ventured to the lake. He had time to indulge with his sons, and to help them out as well. Cernos began using his tail to propel himself, swaying it back and forth. As he glided along, he brought up one of his rear legs, his taloned foot wrapping around his hard aching cock as it slid from his slit. He began pumping it up and down and almost at once strong jets of pre shot out, diluting into the water, but growing stronger every moment his spray continued. Cernos kept circling, leaving rings of the stuff, saturating the lake as he narrowed in further and further toward his sons once ore. He came across them firmly mounted, Micah thrusting wildly into Jorath's ass.
Jorath had anchored himself to the lake bottom by digging into stone with his claws, while Micah's tail had wrapped around a petrified tree stump. The two were tangling intently, still spraying. It was their instinct after all; they were breeders, eternally horny, especially in their youth. Cernos watched them with such pride before he dove down, sliding under Jorath's belly, his long head coming out between his son's front legs, leaning up to kiss his son. Their muzzles parted and tongues tangled; the flavor of the sea water nothing compared to the musk, the spice and the draw in their saliva. As they made out, Cernos brought his ribbed, pointed and throbbing need to grind against Jorath's, the two humping even as Jorath's ass was filled. Jorath loved being the youngest, getting double action. He bounced between his brother and his father's shafts, grinding like mad. His cock continued to force out gallons of hot pre every second, the cloud around them embracing them with the warmth.
The three dragons ground and fucked, their flow becoming ever stronger, tainting the lake. Slowly the water grew more milky, the slow flow out of the lake and down the creek becoming filled with musk as well, slowly creeping toward the village beyond, but they were far from done. Micah ground and shifted before sliding as deeply into Jorath as he could, mounting his brother hard before he arched his long white back and sprayed his seed deep into the belly of the black dragon. Jorath squirmed against his father, overwhelmed before his shaft erupted with a huge jet of yellowed dragon cum, tainting the lake with a far stronger substance. Feeling the cum slather across his red belly, Cernos writhed in bliss as well before his own cock unleashed its load, spraying into the lake with ceaseless productivity... but all that was visible on the surface was a gentle ripple and a faintly white sheen, the lake glinting in the light, the plants along the edge absorbing the dragon seed, growing larger... the lake itself seemed to glisten, beckoning any humans to come forth... and from the tree line, two eyes beheld the splendor of the lake.
Father Alagar moved out from the trees, approaching the lake, his crystal blue eyes soaking in the natural splendor. It was in nature that he truly felt the lord's masterwork and understood just how blessed man was. His white robes and short blond hair contrasted with his surroundings, a man of forty years of age. Alagar was a respected elder in the village, bringing the religious strength that the people needed. Sadly, with such limited resources their church was small... But he made up for it by having many services. Still, the mornings were his to commune with the lord. His shoes padded along the shore, taking in how lush and plentiful the plants were around the edge, truly splendid... though the long walk had left him rather parched.
The man moved toward the edge of his lake, grass and reeds brushing against his pristine clothes. Normally he only drank out of the church's well, but most of the village got its water from the lake and the creek, he didn't see why he couldn't do the same. The man crouched down at the water's edge and dipped a hand in. His fingers plunged through the slight film on the water's surface, collecting the milky water beneath. He cupped the water in his hand and brought it to his lips. As the tainted water cascaded over his tongue, for a brief instant he was surprised by how musky and salty it tasted, but as a surge of energy moved through his body, he knew it was the best water he had ever consumed.
Alagar reached back into another handful of water and quickly drained it, then another, then another. The water ran down his chin and soaked into his robes before he hunched over on his hands and knees, plunging his face into the water. He gulped and gulped at it, feeling a tremendous surge in his body. For the first time in so many years, blood was rushing into his manhood. He felt it sliding along his leg, extending, hardening. His ringed hand toyed with his robe to get the front open, reaching in. When Alagar's fingers found his shaft, they hesitated for a moment. He knew that it was wrong, but he couldn't hold back.
Alagar's fingers coiled around his shaft and he started to stroke himself off, sliding back and forth, applying greater and greater pressure. He steadied himself on the shore with his left hand, still drinking from the lake. Soon his body was swaying and shaking with the force of his strokes, his hand gliding over his cock... but his cock wasn't just growing harder inside, it was growing harder outside. The very shaft itself seemed to be getting thicker skin, shining a bit in the refracted light.
The priest moaned, feeling so turned on. His nipples were like diamonds. He thrust into his hands, over and over, grunting. It almost felt as if his shaft was stretching longer in his hands, growing wider as well. Alagar couldn't believe it, but that was indeed what was happening. He opened his eyes to moan and grunt, but his body grew still as he gazed into the most intense amber eyes he had ever seen. They peered out of the water like great suns, slit down the middle by strips of obsidian. The water shifted and then began to part as a great head emerged, silver horns glistening. Alagar's head craned up as he watched the Dragon slide up more and more, rising above him. Alagar was completely conflicted. He had been trained to consider the beasts to be the pets of Satan, but the presence of such a magnificent being only turned him on more. His cheeks flushed at being caught in such a compromising position, but he couldn't will himself to remove his hand.
"Priest... What a find day has found you." Cernos murmured. Alagar shuddered.
"I... I walk with god..." Alagar whispered.
"And what would he say if he was right here? From what I know of your religion he would be shocked and dismayed, he would reprimand you... What a poor, limited view... It is a shame you are not a dragon. Our gods would be so proud of you." Cernos smiled.
"Y...Your gods?" The priest asked, looking up, falling in love with the amber eyes once more. Cernos grinned, his fang filled mouth glinting.
"Why yes... To worship our gods is to worship our body and the bodies of others. Our bodies are temples." Cernos explained.
"We believe that too..." Alagar whispered.
"Then do you prepare your body with oils and salves? Make sure it is brimming with pleasure? Fill it with food and drink and merriment?" Cernos asked.
"That's sacrilege!" The priest gasped, still stroking himself off. Cernos grinned.
"That is hospitality..." he whispered, reaching a clawed finger under Alagar's robes to circle his nipple, "To bring joy into one's self and into others is to approach divinity. What god would want us to suffer for some title? What god would have us aspire to anything other than peace, harmony, and love?" Cernos whispered, leaning in closer to the priest. The priest shuddered, gazing into the dragon's eyes still.
"Tell me more..." he whispered.
"To worship dragonkin is to know love... No more will die for the name of your god, you will only know blessed harmony... and pleasure. Oh the pleasure." Cernos smiled wickedly.
"What must I do? What must I say?" Alagar whispered pleadingly.
"You must prepare your flock, you must ease them into worshipping us properly... and for doing so, you will be rewarded." Cernos said, "And you must be baptized into your new life." He added.
"Anything, oh yes..." Alagar whispered. Cernos moved back, making room for the priest. Alagar struggled up to his feet and stepped into the lake, wading deeper. The musky pre filled water soaked his robes and washed over his body. The skin along his belly began growing more tan, darkening and shifting, taking on browns as dark as the reeds, then the soil. The water soaking his arms and legs brought a very different color to his flesh, a much greener tone. It was the color of nature, of grasses and trees. The two colors almost complimented each other, but both earthy colors did nothing to conceal how brightly red the priest's shaft was becoming. The more and more blood that had flowed into the cock, the redder it became. Cernos reached into the water, but rather than splashing that over the priest, he started to stroke over his own shaft. Cernos stroke hard and fast, his hand thrusting before the long pointed tip began to release potent sperm. Alagar nearly dove into the water but Cernos stopped him with his free hand, holding him in place.
The priest watched as the dragon gathered up the yellowed sperm and brought it over to the man, cupping it in his hand before he began to spread it across the priest's exposed chest. Alagar moaned sharply as the skin across his chest and stomach hardened, the skin shifting and gaining divots, segmenting and layering. The flesh was turning into hard brown scales, his nipples armored. His arms continued to become greener and his fingernails stretched, becoming as gray as slate. Alagar moaned, watching as even his balls grew ribbed and hard, protected by scales but not sliding into his body... and his hard aching shaft was changing even faster.
Before his very eyes his cock stretched to twenty centimeters, twenty five, thirty, then past thirty eight centimeters, the mushroom shaped head pushing into a point... The flesh around the base rippled and shifted as it opened up, a pocket forming inside of his body, a slit to hold his shaft when not in use... but with all of the changes, nothing had happened past his collar bone. He still had the head of a human, the trustworthy face washed over with the look of bliss. Even the priest's internal body was shifting. His tailbone had pushed out from his body into a short nub and the muscles around his asshole had changed, spreading the entrance wider... and deep inside his prostate was swelling, a second version of the organ appearing closer to the surface. Both throbbed in sexual need. The priest's feet had been buried in the mud and felt no different either. Cernos finished his washing of the priest's hide and hoisted him out of the water, setting him on the shore. Being handled by such a powerful creature, Alagar couldn't help but cum, his seed arching out into the lake, joining the sperm of his masters.
"Now priest... I have one more gift to bestow upon you." Cernos whispered, reaching into the water. After a moment he withdrew what appeared to be a small golden egg, the surface crackled with bronze lines. It was no larger than the egg of a chicken and it almost appeared like stone.
"What is it my eminence?" Alagar whispered.
"This is the bounty of dragonkin. You will swallow it, and you will be given more and more gifts as you serve us." Cernos whispered, his clawed hands presenting the egg to the priest. The man cradled the egg in his clawed palm before he brought it to his lips and slid it in, relaxing his throat before he swallowed it. It was hard, but it slipped down his throat. Cernos grinned, "Very good priest. You are ready. Now go serve your new gods."
"Yes my eminence..." Alagar said, bowing his head. Cernos turned and disappeared back into the lake, the waters barely disrupted. Alagar watched the waters grow still again before he turned, moving back toward the village, but as he reached the tree line he paused. He ran his fingers over his strong, defined scales and armored stomach before he drew his robes shut and tied them in place, his hard monster of a cock only half hard, it slowly retracted into his body until it disappeared. Alagar frowned a bit, wanting nothing more than to embrace his dragonhood fully, to show the world how amazing he was... but he knew he had to do the work of his masters, his gods, the dragonkin... He smiled wide and moved back toward the church at double pace. He had so much to do in their glory.
The priest maneuvered through the trees, following along the creek side past the lake. It was several minutes before he approached anything resembling civilization, that being cabins and homes, but the closer to the village he drew, the more frequent he saw people... and like never before, his eyes were drawn to the men. He appreciated their muscles, their height, their stature. Seeing masculine traits emerging in the teenage boys drove him wild... but more than anything, he imagined them as dragon, their bodies green and brown and glistening in the light like his, boasting huge, proud cocks... Chanting filled his head, but in a language other than his own.
Alagar's lips began to mouth the strange chant in his mind, at least until his entire body tingled. His muscles swelled a bit and his teeth grew slightly sharper in his mouth. He ran his tongue across them in delight, passing through the old metal gate into the village. His feet padded across the square, passing the city's well, moving into the church's courtyard. He bypassed the front door, moving around the side and through the garden. Thick, tall bushes and shrubs surrounded the yard, shielding it from view. On any other day Alagar would be praising the lord for the sunlight, but today he had something else in mind.
Alagar turned the corner to the back of the church, approaching the blessed well, a well that all the church drew from for their holy water... But never before did Alagar realize how sad the well was, how unholy, how much better it could be. Even the water in the lake seemed glorious in comparison. Alagar looked one way and the other before he decided to help out all those who attended the church. He drew open his robes, running a clawed finger along his slit. Clear pre leaked out before the pointed tip of his shaft emerged. Alagar massaged himself, stroking his cock as it emerged.
His cock extended, continuing to stretch out well past a foot, glistening almost like fire. It contrasted perfectly with his green shoulders and arms, his scales even firmer than before. Alagar's hands closed around his shaft, stroking his length, thrusting his hips. He stepped forward over the edge of the well, stroking more and more, panting. The elder had never felt so young and spry. All the aches and woes of his body had faded. He felt like a teenager again, so horny and energetic. The more the priest moaned, the more his cock throbbed... or perhaps it was the other way around. In either case, the tip of his shaft started producing pre, something Alagar was very happy for.
For the first few moments it was only a few drops that collected at the tip and dropped into the well, but then it was an occasional squirt, then a steady stream. It flowed down into the well, the sound echoing up, almost as if Alagar was peeing, but that wasn't the case. It was far better than that. The priest kept stroking his cock, panting hard, watching as the stream grew stronger and stronger. It was a miracle that he was producing as many fluids as he was, expelling so much every second. Alagar felt so much pride well up inside of him, then so much seed. He shuddered, his back arching before he called out an obscenity.
The long red shaft in the priest's hand pulsed, contorted and then unleashed its seed. Thick yellowed dragon cum sprayed down thickly into the well, splashing and splattering all over the well walls before dripping down into the well itself. The water level had been rising, but never faster than it was now. Alagar closed his eyes, just listening to how he was tainting the well, knowing all of the villagers would be drinking the newly holy water, embracing their new gods... but a disturbing thought entered Alagar's mind... There were women in the village, women that would take away from the glory of his gods. He couldn't allow that.
Alagar began trying to think of a way to get rid of the women, then in a moment of divine inspiration it struck him. He could use the villagers' own fears against them. If they were so afraid of dragons, he would tell them that the dragons sought out females to corrupt... That the women would have to be sent away to the castle to be safe, that they would stay and defend their village... And once the women were gone, he could start warming the villagers up to the dragons, one service at a time. It wouldn't be as fast as he liked, but Alagar knew that it was the best way, the best way to help his lords, the amazing dragons.
The priest was busy shuddering in delight when the head of his cock suddenly felt wet. He opened his eyes in time to see the cum tainted water reaching the brim of the well, the water clinging to the edges before it spilled outward, overflowing the well and splattering to the ground. Alagar watched the display and then chuckled before chuckling more. They truly were the most bountiful gods, and he would be their voice... The voice of the dragon kin.
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Alagar stood at his pulpit, sharing the words of god to those that had filled the pews of the small church. He had been giving more sermons than ever and every sermon held a communion of holy water, holy wine and bread with a bit of meat. The parishioners had been surprised by the changes, but they had polarized when Alagar told them of the change that would be coming, the religious reformation, the ascension to a new level... and the threat they faced. The women had been sent away from the village, though Alagar hadn't had it in his heart to blame the dragons he loved. In the end he had told the villagers it was so they would be safe, unharmed... and in a way that was true. Thankfully it meant that only men and boys filled his pews and for that Alagar was very pleased.
"And on that day they will come to us, the heralds of the new age and offer us their bounty... They will offer us from the cup, and it is to us to drink... to drink in our heaven, to be one with god in all the love there is..." Alagar intoned, moaning the words, his love for the gods quite obvious. What was less obvious was that, while his left hand rested on the pulpit, his right was inside of his robes, stroking his very long dragon shaft. It was so long it had extended into the shelves inside of the podium.
Off to one side of the church, the altar boys were having a similar problem. Legacy and Luke had both been alter boys for many years. Even as they became teenagers, they had been true and good and innocent... at least until they started having communion every time Alagar had a service. After eight servings of holy water, they were both flushed and horny, staying off to the side, groping themselves every time they were sure the gathered masses were watching the priest.
Luke's blond hair hung over his sweat soaked face. A wet spot had spread into his altar boy robes from his forth orgasm. He hadn't been able to stop himself and he didn't care anymore. Surprisingly, the sweat had a strange effect on his hair, making it look more radiant than always, almost gold at the roots. Legacy was in a similar boat. His naturally red hair seemed to be changing, becoming a strange brown hue before it began to shed. He nearly drooled, his teeth sharper than ever, his altar boy robes sticking out into an obscene tent.
"Now, on this day I want you to go out into the village, to contemplate your lives... Visualize whatever is most important to you, what god's love might really mean... For tomorrow is our holy day, our day of celebration. Prepare for this holiday as you see fit. May you travel safely, and in the lords' precious name, amen." Alagar intoned, the crowd replying before they stood and began to file out. Most of the men looked a bit dazed, surprised and happy, a few people already stroking themselves. It wouldn't be long now, not at all. Alagar waited until the last of them departed before he looked to Luke and Legacy. The boys realized it was time to prepare for the next sermon. They stumbled forward, panting and moaning as they moved to get everything ready, but the priest held up his hand.
"Father?" Luke asked in surprise.
"I think it issss time for us to contemplate our godsssss in private. Shut the doors, the next sssssermon can wait." Alagar commanded. Legacy grinned at the idea of some private time. The two rushed down the aisle and pulled the door shut, barring it. When they turned around the were surprised to see that Alagar was opening their robes, and what they saw inside was even stranger... His stomach, his chest, his arms, his legs... To see their priest covered in scales was almost too much. It almost looked like he wore brown and green chest armor, but his shaft, but his cock... It was as long as his forearm, red, pointed, dripping. The boys were terrified for a moment, but the look of the cock was so tantalizing that they couldn't resist gazing at it.
"Look at my cock... It issss the bringer of lussst to our village. Come boyssss, come to me." Alagar called out. The words ensnared the two, corrupting their will, making it impossible to resist. Slowly they started walking forward, drawn in to the cock like a magnet, licking their lips. Soon their hands were untying their robes and revealing their pale innocent flesh. Their hard cocks hugged their stomachs, growing longer. The tips slid up across their stomachs, kissing their belly buttons before they grew even longer, stretching towards their chests. The priest watched their changes starting already. He held his hand to his cock tip and let a small load of cum gush out from his will alone. He collected it in the palm of his hand and started to spread it over his shaft, making it glisten even more.
"Your cock smells so good father..." Legacy whispered to the priest.
"That'ssss it, come to me... Worssship your new gods. Let me sssseed you with the ssseeed of our masssters." Alagar stated. Legacy and Luke charged forward, nearly dropping onto all fours. They clattered together at Alagar's groin, moving to slurp and lick his shaft like monsters. Alagar grabbed their robes and pulled them off of the bodies of the altar boys, leaving them nude. They licked and slurped and Luke got his lips around the head of Alagar's cock. He bobbed his head up and down, suckling on the cock head until the priest rewarded him with what he sought. Rich, potent, musky salty cum flowed into Luke's mouth, his cheeks going wide before he gulped it down. Legacy pinched his nipple as he watched, panting.
"I never realized it before, but... Oh I just love cocks, they are so amazing..." Legacy moaned. Alagar was busy focusing on Luke.
"That'sss it, drink my son... You are doing so well." Alagar whispered, caressing Luke's head. Legacy watched in envy and lust as Luke's face began pushing out over the cock in his mouth, enveloping it. His lips thinned, his nose angled down, his jaw stretched. "Let the dragon take you over, you don't want to be humanssss.... You want to be sexxxy dragonssss." Alagar added, watching as Luke changed. Bumps formed in Luke's forehead, one over each temple before the skin parted and the nubs of horns pushed out, curving back along the skull in glistening faint gold. Luke kept sucking and changing, cum dribbling down his chin. His nose connected to his mouth, the tip melting away until the nostrils were little more than slits in his forming muzzle. His gold hair seemed to slough away, leaving a shining skull, a skull that seemed to growing more green by the moment.
Guzzling down the priest's sperm as he was, Luke was experiencing a variety of changes. His stomach and pecs seemed harder, more filled out. His skin was tougher, his fingernails stretched into claws and his tailbone ached as it too grew. Luke's fingers dug into the steps of the Church stage, quite literally. His fingernails hard turned back and sunk into his fingers, making it easier than anything to dig into the wood. Luke kept slurping and sucking, his flesh turning green all over and hardening, but Legacy was jealous and forced him out of the way, plunging his face around Alagar's cock. Alagar's clawed hand spread over the back of Legacy's head. It was good he hadn't tried to tangle his fingers in the boy's hair; he didn't have hair for much longer. Before long the dark green scales had spread over his skull, wrapping around silver horns emerging from his temples, pushing out.
"Oh your horns are so sexy my son..." Alagar moaned, seeing his fantasy come true in the boys.
"I feel so good!" Luke moaned deeply. Legacy sucked and guzzled the sperm as his teeth became fangs and his face extended centimeter by centimeter, the skin all hardening and warping until he had a muzzle rather than a conventional face, his ears becoming little more than slits on his head. Legacy's entire head was soon that of a dragon worshipper, but the changes weren't limited to that spot. The scales spread down his neck and back and shoulders, his chest turning a soft tan, his tailbone growing. A short tail had emerged behind Luke as well, though he craved cock. With Alagar's occupied, he surged forward to lick and suck Legacy's.
Legacy clawed into the floor, moaning around Alagar's cock as he felt himself sucked off. Embraced by a hot, warm dragon maw, Legacy's shaft was changing at an accelerated rate. It stretched out longer and thicker, sliding down Luke's throat. The mushroom shaped head pushed into a point, his balls grew scaled and ribbed, and his body grew hairless. Luke's tail stretched longer and longer from his backside, his ass cheeks spreading wider beneath it. Luke's new tail changed shape, the tip thickening as several new bumps pushed out on it. Luke wasn't sure why at first before he realized that Legacy's ass was unattended.
The tail swished through the air, the tip nuzzling beneath Legacy's growing tail before it forced into the alter boy's ass. Soon Luke was tail fucking and sucking off his partner as Legacy worshipped the priest. Their bodies rippled with strength and definition, changing faster every second. The scales dominated their bodies, their fingernails and toenails were long, thick and curved. Their tails were coming in, their horns were proud... They were true dragon worshippers. All they lacked to be true dragons was a bit more size and the anatomy to make them as comfortable on four limbs as well as two... Well, those qualities and wings.
Both Luke and legacy had developed genital slits hugging their thick cocks, but both cocks were long enough to reach up to their nipples if left unattended. Legacy's cock filled Luke's throat all the way down to his stomach, probing the depths of even that. They were obscenely large on the worshippers, but in a way it made sense. They needed shafts that could please their dragon lords should the dragons wish it... and they were certainly equipped for the job. Legacy moaned around the cock in his mouth, as did Luke. They writhed and shifted, so overwhelmed with pleasure. Their horns stopped growing, their cocks came to a stop, their tails reached full length. They were full dragon worshippers, and they were cumming.
All three males shuddered as their balls tugged up and their shaft's pulsed before thick cum sprayed out. Alagar and Legacy sprayed into the one drinking them down, but Luke sprayed all over the floor. As they came and their brains were saturated in pure bliss, Alagar looked at the teenagers and knew that they represented the future. Innocence and humanity converted into pure lust, pure perfection, dragons... He reached down and pet Legacy's smooth skull between the horns, already knowing what he would do with his evening service...
"Sssooon my children, we will bring the paradisssse over thisss place." Alagar whispered.
"Oh yesss shaman. You are wonderful." The boys said in unison. Alagar quirked an eyebrow at that. He really was more of a shaman than a priest.
"Do you like your new forms my sons?" Alagar asked.
"Oh yesss, dragonsss are so sssexy." Luke whispered, writhing in place. Alagar grinned wide. He knew he couldn't even wait for the holy day to move to the next phase of his plan.
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The air was still, the forest quiet and the hunter's eyes remained on his prize. His bow was drawn, his arrow ready, the strings taught. The feathers grazed his cheek as he held his shot. Several yards closer to the lake a deer was grazing on foliage, unaware of the surroundings. The wind had not carried his scent to the deer and everything was shaping up well. With any luck he would be able to hit the deer and provide his son with several fine meals upon his return from selling the produce from their farm. The hunter was about to release his arrow when the deer's head came up. It looked both ways before darting into the trees. The hunter was confused, wondering if the winds had changed... until he saw it.
In the gap between the trees there was a blur of movement, impossibly huge. It could have been nothing other than a dragon. The shudder of the earth beneath the hunter's feet confirmed it a moment later. He lowered his bow and turned, making his ways through the trees, trying to get back to the village. He knew Telan was a capable son, but he did not want to make him an orphan before his time. The hunter picked up the pace, but he could tell his scent had already been detected. The ground tremmored and shook again and he saw a blur ahead of him, a black dragon moving to cut off his path.
The hunter turned, trying another path. He followed the escape route of the deer, keeping his eye for any escape whether it be a cave or nook, anything to hide. His brown hair grew moist with sweat as he ran. He emerged from the tree line and stumbled onto the shores of the lake, looking around. The ground shuddered behind him before a black dragon emerged. Thinking it was the only one, the hunter broke into full stride along the shore. The last thing he expected was a second dragon to spring out of the trees before him. The hunter spun on his heels toward the woods, only to see a white dragon blocking his path. His heart sank in his stomach, realizing he had been cornered by the most devastating hunter ever to live... and there was only one last pitiful attempt he could make.
The hunter turned and charged into the lake, powering into it. The water gushed into his shoes, causing his feet to feel stiff, his digits aching. The water soaked his pants next, his muscles burning. He couldn't see it, but the skin exposed between his shoes and pants was changing, becoming as green as the lush grasses surrounding the lake. The hunter kept going, though the water almost seemed to resist him like it was thicker than it should be... It also was warmer than he remembered... Every step the hunter took was harder than his last, and the way his hide pants had been soaked, they were rubbing against his manhood, causing his shaft to grow harder and harder... and longer. He could feel it stretching down his leg, He grunted, finding each step a challenge.
In the water, the hunter's shoes came apart as clawed toes pushed out, his feet scaled and tough, thick with reptilian armor. His ankles had changed, his legs were thickening, his lower body was entirely hairless. Soon his pants were taught with muscle, his balls aching as they swelled larger, his shaft nearly reaching his knee. The hunter moaned, his fingers flexing and unflexing, grazing the water's surface.
"If you continue any deeper, you really will escape our stomachs... But you might not like what you become." Jorath chuckled.
"Of course he'll like what he'll become... A sexy, sultry, amazing dragon that is so hard to resist that none shall dare turn down his cock." Micah replied.
"Well of course that..." Jorath replied. The hunter came to a stop, looking down into the water, seeing a body he didn't quite recognize.
"My sons, don't you see, he's already changed. His human morals are melting away. He's realizing that we aren't the devil, that we offer true pleasure, pleasure he's always sought." Cernos said softly, gazing at the human in the water, "And he realizes that he only mated with a woman... so that he could have a son, a son that he loves more than anything..." Cernos whispered.
"Telan..." The hunter murmured in reply.
"Do humans love their sons as much as Dragons?" Micah asked, nuzzling his father.
"Oh no, sadly they cannot... But if they give themselves over, become a child of the dragons... They can finally love their sons as they should, as all fathers should... Letting the heat of that love flow through their veins... To let their members rise in pride for their family... To feel the moonlight shining on their scales as one family, together..." Cernos whispered just loud enough for the hunter to hear, "And then they share that first kiss, a kiss forbidden by humans... But so free for Dragons."
"Ungh..." The hunter moaned, imagining the kiss before he warred with himself. His lips parted and a drop of saliva fell into the lake, sending ripples in every direction. A hand plunged into the water, reaching to grope himself. As his fingers pushed into the lake, the nails grew black and sharp, the skin of his palms hardened into green scales... he had the hand of a monster, but it felt so good as his new hand closed around his groin, stroking the shaft caught in his pants... and as the pleasure surged through him, he realized that the dragons were right. He hadn't loved his son as much as he should, as much as Telan deserved. To do that, he would have to become a minion of the dragons.
Slowly he turned around to face the shore, seeing three full size dragons sitting there, gazing at him, each with tall, huge, proud pointed cocks. The hunter didn't even realize it, but soon he was licking his lips. He blushed furiously when he figured it out, but then... what was there to be ashamed of. The hunter took one step toward the shore and then paused, hesitating. Cernos gazed into the human's soft blue eyes, the color of the sky they flew through. Cernos lifted up a paw, reaching towards the hunter.
"That's it, come to us... Let your heart soar and be free, become a child of the dragon kin..." Cernos called out. The hunter picked up his speed, wading back into shallow waters. His clothes seemed far too snug, hugging a thick, muscled scaly body from the waist down. His erection was plainly obvious. As the hunter reached the shores, Cernos and Micah each put a paw on his back, welcoming him up onto the shore. The hunter quickly untied his shirt and let the sides fall open, his chest revealed. Jorath moaned, the dragon cumming into his hand, cupping the musky stuff. He held his sperm there for a moment before he brought it forward, slathering it onto the hunter's exposed chest.
The human moaned as the heat sank into his body, nearly igniting his very soul. The hair was washed away and his chest and stomach grew darker, settling to a light shade of brown... But his hips, his shoulders, the skin there was all turning green... and with the cum washing over it, they were so shiny too. Soon Micah was ushering forth his own cream, bringing it over to the human, letting it slide down over his back, changing everything from the neck down. The hunter tried to help out as best he could, reaching to massage and fondle them.
"What a good minion you will be, but... alone, so sad... Where is your son?" Cernos whispered.
"He is returning to the village tonight, so that we may spend the holy day together..." The hunter moaned. Cernos seemed to get a glint in his eye.
"A holy day, how fascinating..." he whispered, hoping that his shaman would be prepared for such an advantageous day... But in the mean time he had his own preparing to do.
****
Having services without his alter boys had proved difficult for Alagar, though he knew that they were ensuring the well was staying full... and that the town well we being blessed as well. The priest stood behind his podium, his clawed paw sliding along his blood red dragon cock where it emerged from his robes, cum oozing and rushing down onto the floor from the shelves, his bible no where to be seen. The crowd before him were sweaty and heated, all looking lost in the daze of lust and love. They had just finished their communion and the holy water was rushing through their veins, the seed of dragons taking root in their bodies.
"...For there isssss nothing more important than family, our ssssssole reassssson for living... Fathersssss, sonssssss, brotherssssss, neighborssssss, men doing whatever it takes to sssssssurvive... But in the end, isssss it not love that any god would want for ussss? True love, unobsssssstructed love, unconditional love... Our heartssssss call out, is it wrong for another heart to anssssswer? No! It is our duty to embracccce love, any kind of love..." Alagar said, gazing out at the men. The men that filled the pews were concerned with the father's speech impediment, concerned that he had injured himself, finding the sound disconcerting for it reminded them of darker things. Despite this, Alagar continued, "For our cheeksssss are reddened, our chestsssss tired from exxxertion, our sssssskin moissssst with a day'sssss labor... But the touch of love makessssss us feel new again, refreshed... and that touch can sssssslide all over us, up and down... Reaching into our very sssssssouls." Alagar added.
"Amen!" One teenager shouted out from the crowd, moaning and shuddering in his seat, no longer paying attention to how the priest was speaking..
"Now, you may be asssssking yourssssselvesssss, what doessssss thisssssss all mean? Tomorrow is our day of angelsssss, a holiday we have always celebrated with time honored traditionsssss... But god does not sssssstand ssssssstill... Ssssssomething new is on the horizon, sssssomething majestic, sssssomething miraculoussssss!" Alagar shouted. The whole audience moaned in agreement, "Ssssssome may say that our religion is flawed, that we are missssssstaken, that there isssssss a better way... But our angelsssss are real, our lordssssss are real... And you asssssk me how I know thisssss?" Alagar called out. The audience was still. Alagar grinned wide, his teeth abnormally sharp, "Becaussssse you are the angelssss, the angelsssss of our lordsssss... You feel it in your veinsssss, the holinessssss... It fillssss you with ssssuch love, sssssuch lust, you crave each other..." Alagar said.
There were murmurs of surprise in the crowd, though even the staunchest supporters did not protest in dismay. Some had not thought those things ever before in their life, others had only been thinking them since the service started, but already it felt like a second nature. They were coming to grips with the love they felt, let alone the fact that they were angels. Near the front the school teacher had been sitting with one of his older students. The two turned and looked at each other, exchanging a look of longing before they came together and their lips pressed, their tongues soon tangling. The student's brother moaned in surprise, opening up his pants to fish out his manhood, wrapping his fingers around his shaft as he watched his brother and teacher make out. This only caused more moans and grunts of surprise. Clapping burst out from the podium, sounding a bit sloppy with Alagar's cum soaked hand.
"Thissssss... Thisssss is why we are here, true love and tolerance. You sssssee it don't you? The blesssssingsssssss we have... They flow through your veinsssss even now, lifting you up to new levelsssss. You aren't humanssssss, you are the heraldsssss, the heraldssss of our lordsssss. Your blood boilssssss, your cockssss grow hard, you are sssssssomething new. Love issss borderlessssss, you love everything and everyone... each other, yourselvesssss... Embrace it, feel it, let it courssssse through your veinssssss. You are men, you love men, thissss is alright, thisssss is natural... You are the angelsssss of dragonsssss... You are dragon kin... Don't hold back, give in, give into your inssssstinctsssss, become the beastsssss you were meant to be, become my children, children of the night, wild animalsssss..." Alagar hissed.
Moans broke out across the church, but the moans were all becoming deeper. Mouths parted to reveal fangs instead of teeth, long forked tongues writhing around. Ears were becoming simpler, smaller. Noses were wider. The audience was becoming less unique, hair disappearing to reveal bare skulls colored green by the presence of scales. Some of the parishioners were overtaken by fear and rose up to run for the doors, making it to the back of the church, their feet clattering against the stone as they grew, the shoes coming apart before claws and scales sided on the ground. The large doors shuddered as those few that ran reached them, but the door was barred, locked, secured... and they were trapped with themselves.
Those that had run to the door were changing more slowly, but they were still changing. The sound of tearing came as long, narrow tails began emerging from their pants, coated in green scales. They gave each other furtive glances before clawed paws grabbed hard scaly cheeks. They fell upon another in a heap of pent up feelings, their bodies rubbing and grinding against one another. Alagar grinned wide, stepping out from his podium, his long dragon cock revealed. He reached up and took off his robes, revealing that he was a dragon from the neck down. He stroked off his cock before he moaned, cumming, his seed spraying into the audience.
While his flock had been changing before, the fountain of sperm from the shaman accelerated their changes. Faces began pushing out into muzzles, fangs grew in, noses disappeared, ear flaps formed... Shirts tore as muscles bulged and scales spread. Man lunged upon man, clawed hands worshipping every body they could reach. Human flesh was fading fast as cocks spread past twenty centimeters, thirty, then more. They were all so hard, so lewd. Alagar watched as long, thick tails spread out behind each and every one of them. Some kissed, some fucked, some sucked. It was a writhing mass, one that Alagar knew he had to deny himself... for the moment... but he could live vicariously through them.
Alagar watched as elder Owen moaned, four sets of horns pushing out of his skull where his gray hair had once been. His clothing tore as his shoulders grew wider and his spine stretched. It seemed the elders were growing more than the young people, becoming truly impressive. The tail elder Owen grew erupted with thick spines, as did his spine. The twenty year old next to him only drooled, his two measly horns paling in comparison. He leaned over, tearing open Owen's pants, plunging his brand new muzzle around the old man' bright red pointed cock. As Alagar watched, a sea of cocks emerged. They were dripping, sticking out above scaled balls. Chest of every shape and size became muscled and thick, covered in brown scales.
"Yesssssss, yesssss my children! Yessssss, thissss isssss jusssssst what our godssss want... To ssssshare the love, to sssshare the lussssst!" The doors at the back of the church opened, allowing Luke and Legacy to stride out in their draconic glory. They moved up behind the shaman, clawed hands tracing over his shoulders, massaging the scale covered muscles. Alagar moaned softly, loving the feel of their sharp claws on his scales. Luke and Legacy leaned in, licking his neck with their serpentine tongues, watching as the brown scales crept up his throat and the rest of his neck hardened and turned green.
Legacy reached around the shaman, wrapping his dragon hand around the former priest's member, stroking it, encouraging his seed to flow and spray down the minions undergoing their metamorphosis. Alagar too wasn't far behind. Luke crossed around in front of Alagar before dropping to his knees, the former altar boy leaning in to lick and slurp at the shaman's scale covered balls, his tongue slathering against the edges of the man's slit before sliding up his length. Legacy, meanwhile, pressed up against Alagar's backside, his clawed hands sliding above the cleft of his ass.
"Oh yesssss.... That feelssss ssssoooo ssssseexxxy...." Alagar hissed. The shaman felt heat blossoming from his stomach, the power of the egg manifesting itself. His tailbone suddenly ached and throbbed before it pushed away from his body, stretching longer by the second. Legacy stroked and massaged the new extension as bones filled in and muscles stretched, guiding it out into a tail. It grew half a meter, then a full meter, swaying about. The underside was a rich tan, the upper side a deep vibrant green. Luke worshipped the shaman's front and Legacy worshipped his back, but Alagar was making up for lost time... His tail was marvelous, and it was still growing.
The church was full of writhing, transforming dragon minions. Alagar rolled his head as the scales spread over his cheeks. His nose had grown soft, his nostrils sinking into his face and becoming slits, his ears diminishing. Soon Luke was collecting the cum in his hands before massaging it across Alagar's cock, then his stomach, letting it coat the shaman's scales, soaking them, making them glisten and smell so much better. Taking that as a religious cue, many of the minions in the pews began to bathe themselves in their own seed, the smell of musk growing intense in the church.
Alagar moaned as his tail reached full length, his body feeling sinfully sexy. The scales surrounded his mouth before it pushed forward, stretching into a muzzle. His hair dropped away as his skull became green, the scales parting in four different sections. Deep, dark black horn nubs began pushing out of his skull. The biggest nubs were at his temples, but three more pairs of horns set back along his head at even intervals, each smaller than the former. The horns began pushing out just like his cock had emerged from its slit, though the horns curved back and were likely to stay right in place.
The shaman's tail rippled and warped as bumps formed along the bottom half, the scales parting there too to let rubbery spikes push out. The tail whipped around, curling over Legacy's hip before the tip found his tail hole and began pushing in, sliding in and out of the alter boy. Alagar moaned, cumming even harder as his face pushed out more, his jaw now narrow, honed, fang filled. All traces of his humanity were gone. He was a dragon minion, naked and proud of it... With two very amazing young men. Soon he felt Legacy's cum dripping at his legs and he knew that he'd have plenty of time to celebrate once his work was done. Carefully, Alagar disengadged himself from his alter boys before he moved down the steps and strode toward the front doors.
As he moved, he passed countless minions fucking and sucking, scaled bodies rubbing together. He was so envious of them being able to play together, but his time would come. It would be soon. Alagar reached the heavy doors and stepped over the pile of minions fucking on the stone ground. The shaman unlocked the church, removing the bar before he threw the doors open. Outside the sky was growing dark, the skies orange and purple in sunset. Shadows were long and crevices were dark. Alagar turned back to his people.
"Now go into the night, enjoy yourssssselvesssssss... And when the bell strikesssss, when our holy day ssssstartssssss... Ssssshare your love with the ressssst of the village, bring them to usssss, liberate them from their demonssss, bring them enlightenment!" Alagar called out. The pews drained of people as the dragon minions rushed out of the door, disappearing into the night. Alagar shivered as several men gave his huge dragon cock a lick as they left. Alagar blushed, feeling so proud, watching them go.... His heralds, the angels of the dragons... Alagar took a deep breath, looking at the empty church. There wasn't much left to do in order to prepare... The time of the dragons was nearly at hand... It was early, he'd ring the bells early, convince the village it was midnight and the start to the holy day. He only had to give the minions a little time to fan out.
****
Even though night spread across the valley, it was certainly a pleasant one. The air was warm, the wind carried a sweet scent, and stars peeked out across the sky between the clouds catching the last rays of sunlight. Telan found it all very pleasant indeed. He had loaned his cart to the Johnson family and was walking on foot, his well worn shoes finding the path particularly welcoming. Even in the diminished light, Telan's blond hair was almost as radiant as the sun itself. He had an average build, a mix of muscle and softness, but he was a bit small for his age, both in height and width, almost as if he was younger than he truly was. Telan had made the best of it, he was well liked after all and that was what mattered.
Telan approached the edge of the village, the bushes around him rustling a bit. He glanced to them but saw nothing, figuring it had to be the breeze flowing through them. What he hadn't seen were the green and brown dragon minions locked around each other's groins, sucking each other off in the shadows just out of sight. Telan was approaching the archway to the village when a figure stepped out in front of him. The teenager nearly yelped in surprise before he saw the relaxed, familiar face of his father Soran.
"Father, I didn't expect to see you here. You didn't have to come all this way to welcome me." Telan smiled.
"I wanted to Telan, you've been away... I have missed you." Soran said, moving forward to wrap his arms around Soren, pulling his son close to him. He had put on new clothes and gloves, the new fabrics hiding that his body had changed from the neck down. He was covered in scales, his manhood hidden inside his slit... and his heart had changed as well. He belonged to the dragons and he wanted his son to know their love as well, and his love... all of it... Telan lingered in the hug, surprised by his father's affections but not pulling away from them.
"I have the money father, we'll have a very comfortable season." Telan grinned.
"Marvelous, simply marvelous... And you're just in time for the holiday too!" Soran beamed.
"The day of angels will be amazing." Telan grinned.
"Hmm? Oh, yes." Soran nodded, remembering what the holiday had once been called. Soran put his arm around Telan's waist and walked with him into town. In the distance they could hear the church bells ringing, earlier than they should have... but the ringing soon went quiet... but the village was not. There were strange sounds echoing between the houses. Telan and Soran heard claws on cobblestone, grunts and gasps of surprise, wet squelching. Something was truly amiss. Roof tiles clattered to the ground and Telan glanced up, catching sight of something scurrying over the roof. Doors were opening as more villagers came out to figure out what was going on.
Soran held Telan close as they picked up the pace, sensing something was very out of the ordinary. Soran started guiding Telan through the village towards the church, but that was some distance to go. It was still closer than their own house. The moon was rising higher in the night, casting more light on what was going on. Telan saw the clothes of one of his childhood friends and nearly called out to him, but the man in the clothes was no one Telan knew... His skin glistened like jade and his chest was so brown it was nearly gold. Two long, curved horns erupted from the scales on his head, curving back around his skull and his face was long and narrowed into a muzzle.
Telan was freaked out by his friend's change, but when the man turned a bit he saw the largest manhood of his entire life sticking out of his friend's pants, a long throbbing red cock as long as an arm from the elbows to the fingers. The former friend suddenly lunged into a house as the door opened, catching those inside off guard. Telan grunted in shock, trying to keep moving. He didn't see that his father was grinning from ear to ear. As Telan faced forward another door opened in front of them. Sam Brixton, the blacksmith emerged, a hammer in one hand.
"What's going on? I've heard screaming." Brixton said.
"We... saw things... Something is in the village." Telan said, still rattled.
"We're trying to get to the church, for safety..." Soran said, eyeing Brixton curiously.
"Then let's go, with luck I'll see James, he missed curfew..." Brixton said, gritting his teeth. The three continued on, hearing noises just around every corner. Unfortunately, they had to turn a corner to get to the church. As they approached the courtyard, Brixton entered first. He had only made it a foot inside before clawed hands grabbed him. Telan tried to pull him back, but Brixton went tumbling into a pile of dragon minions. They had been I the midst of an orgy, dripping with their juices. Cocks slathered all over the meaty blacksmith. Everywhere the cum landed, his old skin turned into hard green and brown scales. He grunted and tried to fight them, but they were so strong... and then one came in his face.
As the sperm splattered across his lips, just enough got in to corrupt his mind. His lips went wide and he plunged his face around the cock, sucking and slurping. His pants were pried apart as a pointed, red dragon cock began emerging from the fly, his face extending into a muzzle around the cock he sucked off. Three pairs of horns pushed out of his head, curving back. His muscles were coated in scales and his shoes burst as talons stretched out. Talon and Soran continued on, leaving Brixton behind, trying to get away... Telan wanted to flee before he was grabbed, Soran wanted to get Telan out of there so he could have the pleasure. Both paused when they heard Brixton's booming voice.
"And where do you think you've been young man?" Brixton called out. Across the square was his son James. James was taller than Telan by almost a food with shaggy red hair and freckles. He looked around for his father but instead saw a very well endowed Dragon minion. James froze in place, very confused... and rather horny. James had attended one of the priest's first sermons of the day and after partaking in communion he'd felt frisky all day, breaking through all sorts of morals. His neck boasted countless hickies from the lustful mouth of his best friend and he'd made out for more hours than he slept a night.
"James, run..." Telan begged. Brixton ignored the interloper, moving toward his son.
"We were supposed to have family time, to spend it together... You missed your dinner, but I've got something nice and hot for you... To help you grow big and strong." Brixton grinned. James stared in shock that his father was now a beast.
"Father? What happened to you?" James asked. Brixton ran his finger along his huge cock tip, collecting pre.
"I was blessed by the dragons, just like you can be..." Brixton said, reaching to smear the precum over James' lips. They turned green at the touch and soon James was sucking on the finger, slurping it clean, moaning before he fell onto his knees. Brixton rubbed his cock all over James' face, spreading the scales before he thrust his shaft into his son's mouth. James sucked the tip down, feeling the precum starting to gush into his mouth. Telan whimpered as he watched his friend succumb, scales spreading across his face and down his neck, his own pants pushing apart as his human cock emerged, growing longer and stretching into a point as it shifted from pink to red. Soon James was cumming like a fountain as two silver horns pushed out of his skull, worshipping his father's cock.
Soran grabbed Telan and pushed him across the city square, past a two dragon minions hanging from their tails on a tree branch making out upside down. They stumbled through the gate and into the church yard before Soran threw open the doors to the church and pushed Telan in, stepping in behind him. Telan was too busy catching his breath at first to notice anything, though when he heard the rumble of the heavy wooden beam being pushed into place, he felt safe enough to look up... but that had proven to be his first mistake. The church looked completely transformed, changed, as if a strange spell had befallen it. The red carpets were stained, looking brown instead. The candles all flickered green instead of yellow, the stone walls glistened, as if they were made of some precious ore from a mountain rather than the simple bedrock... But more than anything, the podium had been changed.
A deep purple velvet cloth rested across the dais and all of the holy relics of the church were gone, replaced with an alter... Even the podium had been replaced by a table. Silver chalices rested, filled with a pearly white liquid, almost looking steaming hot... and in the center of the table was what, at first, Telan assumed to be the only remaining cross... Instead it was far worse. The object appeared to be a cross carved to resemble strange, animal phalluses... All four tips were pointed... But the wood had been coated in slime, soaked deep to the grain, dripping... almost as if it was flowing itself. There didn't just seem to be one layer either, the wood was saturated through and through, the slime built up in a thick pile at the base... The cloth was soaked, the carpets were soaked, even the walls were dripping.
It all was so rich in musk that Telan felt light headed. He felt dizzy and horny at the same time, but he knew he couldn't stay there. He turned around to face his father.
"We have to go, we can't stay here..." Telan said.
"Son, it's the safest place in the village, you saw what was going on out there..." Soran said, putting his hands on his son's shoulders, looking at his face, wanting so much to lean in and kiss him.
"You can't leave yet Telan, you've misssssssed all of my sssssservicessssss..." Came the voice of the priest Alagar, but when Telan turned, he saw yet another beast like all those outside... Though Alagar's shaft and tail were particularly developed, far more than any of the others he had seen. Alagar moved down the steps, striding toward them before he looked to Soran, "You have told him of the new order, haven't you Ssssssoran? Of our new godsssssss?" Alagar asked. Telan looked at his father in surprise.
"Father? We... We have to escape, come on..." Telan said softly. Soran shook his head.
"There isss no escaping ssssson, thisssssss issssssss our dessssstiny, thissssss isssss what we are... We are the angelssssss of the dragonssssss, they are our lordsssss. They want to reward ussssss with ssssso many blessssssssingssssss, freedomsssssss... We have been so missssssled by our religion, thinking that true love... isssssss wrong, all I want to do... issssss love you ssssson..." Soran whispered. With every word his features changed more, his teeth sharpening, scales appearing at his collar, creeping up his neck. Slowly Soran leaned to kiss Telan. Telan struggled and broke away from his father, running away from him. He only made it a few feet before he slammed into Alagar's body and fell to the ground. He grunted in dismay as he felt the carpet beneath him squelch out some of the stored semen like a sponge, but then he felt a warm wet sensation on his head. He looked up just in time to have Alagar's cock drip cum onto his face. Telan spit it out and got up, but his nose was already turning green, his lips hardening. He grunted and moaned his eyes aching as his cheek bones spread a bit.
"Telan, you will love what hassss happened to usss... You will realizzze how much you missssssed out on. You could have been gay all of thesssse yearssss, kisssssing your classsssmatesssss, loving your father assssss any sssson should..." Alagar explained. Telan over to get up but his father was right there.
"It broke my heart to sssee you long for thosssse girls, when there were sssso many boyssss your age that would make good matesss..." Soran said, caressing Telan's head, claws sliding through his hair. Telan tried to squirm free, but two thick tails blocked off the space between them as they towered over him. Telan trembled; feeling lost and confused... but a bit turned on. He was gently licking his lips, his tongue growing longer and narrower. Alagar grabbed the young man by the shoulders and lifted him up onto his feet, holding him in place. Telan gasped as Soran tore the clothes from his son's body. Soon Telan felt the pointed, wet head of his father's cock at his ass hole.
Telan struggled, clenching down, but the pointed head of the minion's cock seemed designed to penetrate. It pushed through the tight ring of muscle, sliding in easier and easier. Alagar held Telan in place before he gasped out. Soran had hit his son's prostate and filled him with lust. Soran pulled back and thrust in again, hitting the same site. Drool leaked from Telan's face as his fangs grew longer. Telan moaned hard, his cock aching. Alagar collected some of his own seed in his hand and began to rub it over Telan's. It had been hard before, but now it was hard as stone. Telan drooled even more, trying to fight the urge to thrust his hips back as his father entered him, but soon Telan was moving like a bitch. Alagar gently moved Telan and Soran, the two linked until Alagar was able to squeeze out of the way and let Telan brace himself against the wall. Telan spread his fingers on the cool stone, hunched over as his father filled his ass.
Alagar watched the two mate for some time before he moved around behind Soran, admiring the hunter and farmer's physique. He had made a fine dragon. Alagar caressed Soran's cheeks with his clawed hands before he brought his master cock up to Soran's ass, probing the entrance before he began pushing in. Soran roared in pleasure, even further inspired. He slammed in and out of his son, relaxing his ass for the shaman of their people. Telan was moaning louder with every thrust, his body glistening with sweat.
"I... I... I can't believe I didn't do thiss... sssooner... ssssoo good!" Telan moaned; his back arching as green scales spread out from his spine, slipping over his shoulders. His chest turned tan, then brown. His stomach pushed into an eight pack of scale covered abs as his balls hardened and swelled inside his scaled balls. His tailbone pushed out, stretching, the tail curling around the hip of his father and Alagar as well as it stretched longer.
Telan roared and moaned, his face creaking as it pushed into a full muzzle, his nose melding down into it, leaving only slits. His face was a bright green, his hair falling away to reveal two long horns coming in and two short nubs breaking through the scales right behind them. Telan's feet warped, his toes getting thick claws, the feet reshaping to those of a dragon minion. The three worked like a well oiled machine, but Telan wanted more than to be fucked by his father, he wanted to worship his father. Soran grunted in surprise as his son managed to pull off his cock, but when he saw what a sexy minion his son had become, he watched in awe.
Telan turned around and knelt before his father, leaning in to lick and slurp at the hard wet cock before him, kissing the tip before he took it into his mouth. Telan sucked and slurped on the head of his father's shaft before he took it in deeper, sucking hard. His head bobbed up and down, aided by how hard Alagar was fucking him from behind. Soran watched as his son's transformation completed... and by the lords his mouth felt good. Soran shuddered, his cock bathed in the saliva of his son. The three were truly something together, truly in unison. They made a good unit, and in Alagar's mind he realized that they were truly special, the first ones he had fucked as a full dragon... The ones he would be with for all time... But his thoughts were disrupted as the ground trembled beneath them, shaking. Then they shook again. The tremors were growing stronger. Something was coming, and Alagar knew it.
"Our lords come! Legacy, Luke, ring the bells!" He called out. In moments the church bells began to ring loud enough for the whole village to hear. Alagar, Soran and Telan pulled off of each other, moving to the doors. They pulled the bar out of the way and swung the doors open, moving out into the night to welcome their lords.
Dozens and dozens of reverent draconic minions lined the street of the village as three huge feral dragons wandered into town. Cernos led the way, his black scales glistening in the moonlight while Jorath and Micah followed, occasionally pausing to give each other's muzzles lusty licks, their cocks swaying beneath their massive bodies. The cobblestone paths coursed with cum, walls dripped and bushes were drenched. Even as the minions gazed upon their lords, their hands stroked the nearest cock. Cernos ducked his head down as he moved into the village's courtyard, walking up to the town's main well. Without saying anything, he brought his cock to the edge and closed his eyes. A moment later a huge jet of hot pure dragon cum sprayed deep into the already tainted water. The thicker substance displaced the water itself, the overflow slowly shifting from clear to very, very milky.
The skittering of claws on stone came as several minions rushed over, plunging their faces into the well, gulping their master's seed down. Cernos chuckled softly, pulling back and stepping over them to let them have their drinks. There was a gentle shudder on the ground as Micah had been pushed onto his back and Jorath climbed on top of his brother, moving to hump him wildly. Cernos' head snapped back to look at his sons.
"Boys, this isn't the time, we're here to bless our new village... To meet our worshippers, to have our fun with them." Cernos whispered. Micah and Jorath looked up with pale blue eyes, a sharp contrast to the amber eyes of Cernos.
"Sorry father." Jorath said before he pulled off. The two dragons righted themselves and the three made their way toward the church courtyard. As they approached, the doors opened and three dragon minions came out. One was fairly young, one was an adult, and one seemed to be the elder of any minion they had seen... though all three had their tails interlocked. Upon seeing the three dragons, they swiftly fell to their knees and bowed before their masters.
"We are ssssso humbled you have blessssed our village my lordsssss, we are your devoted ssssserventssssss for now and ever." Alagar hissed. Cernos smiled, shifting his weight and maneuvering his body around. While they were comfortable moving as feral dragons, they were able to move in human ways as well. Carefully maneuvering his tail and wings around, Cernos stepped over the fence to the church and sat down in the grass with his back up against the wall, his huge shaft sticking up before him.
"Then come worship..." Cernos whispered. Alagar, Soran and Telan rushed over eagerly, nearly falling over one another to get to the large black dragon's feet. Telan rushed up first, moving to run his serpentine tongue over Cernos' talons, his toes, his feet and ankles, his legs, then his groin. Telan nuzzled against Cernos' cock slit, the tip of his muzzle sliding into the moist space between his shaft and the edge before he pulled back out and licked up the huge shaft. Soran moved right for the cock, coming down next to his former son, moving to lick and grope and massage his master's shaft. It was too big for either one of them, but together they could no doubt please it rather well. While this didn't leave much room for Alagar, he had other things in mind.
Cernos watched as the shaman moved up behind Telan, rubbing the pointed head of his massive shaft against his 'dragon husband.' The shaman moaned, groaned and then thrust in. Telan hissed out in bliss, his tail curling around Alagar's ass, probing the shaman's tail hole before it plunged in, sliding back and forth, spreading the ring wide. Realizing how good it felt to be tail fucked, the shaman's wicked tail moved around to find Soran's asshole before it began pushing in. Soon Telan and Soran were licking and sucking on Cernos' cock in a lust filled frenzy, their lips closing against one another over the pointed tip, trying to celebrate the girth while Alagar filled the younger of his husbands.
Jorath and Micah watched in wonder of their father from the courtyard before Jorath shivered a bit, then a bit more. He brought his head down and looked between his legs only to find eight minions had filed between his legs and were slurping and licking his entire underside, starting at his chest and working their way down his stomach to where his shaft was before they wrapped sixteen hands around him and started to stroke down and up in perfect unison. Jorath's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned deeply, his tail stretching out behind him. Micah almost looked left out before he suddenly gasped.
"What in the..." Micah trailed off as he realized what was happening. A pair of hard, long minion cocks were pushing into his anus, forcing the muscles apart and sliding in, side by side. Micah's claws dug into the cobblestone, piercing some as if they were made of tissue paper. The minions behind him used all of their body weight to thrust in and then pull out, trying to build up momentum and please their lord. Micah slumped down onto the ground, his belly going flat, making it easier for them to spear into him. Without having to stand on anything, they repositioned and began fucking Micah much more liberally, their hands sliding up and down his flanks, using their own tails to fuck each other.
More minions descended on the square, humanoid dragons of all ages. They piled over one another to massage Jorath and Micah's bodies, to fill Jorath's ass, to collect Cernos' seed and massage it over him and themselves. Cocks were starting to gush cum every few seconds until the sound of cum splattering was a constant, unending noise. Cernos howled and sent up a fountain of his own, one which rained down on Alagar, Soran and Telan, soaking them from head to tail, but still they did not stop.
Cernos looked up from where he was being praised, looking to where his sons were coated in worshippers. He knew this was how humans should be, praising and loving the dragons... All of those serpentine tongues were filling the village with happy hissing, with love and lust. They were, for a time, safe... They had a place to call home, they had people to look after them. Cernos still missed his first son a great deal, that pain would never go away... But in making his son's dream come true, he felt he was closer to him, that he had built a tribute and ensured the safety of his new sons... And what was left of the vengeance in Cernos' heart faded into a sense of contentment. He closed his eyes and embraced the pleasuring the dragon minions were giving him, knowing that the celebration would last far more than just one holiday.