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The Sudden Lord

Able and Fitz were both connoisseurs of the long forgotten. You see, some would call these areas of India to be unexplored, just as they were marked on many of Her Majesty's maps; however, most of the places could be better described as uninteresting, or perhaps unremarkable. Those were the areas that an intrepid duo such as this wanted avoid at all costs. What they were looking for, were things that had been deliberately forgotten.

You see, when places are lost to history because they are unremarkable, it is because there is simply no reason to keep up any records. But when a place is deliberately forgotten, there must be something there that people would rather forget about. In the case of Able and Fitz, they had been more than gracious to remove these difficult memories from the indigenous culture's hands, and free up the space for the history to really be properly forgotten. And the royal museum was, of course, paying mint for Indian antiquities at the moment, so everything was looking on the up and up for the pair.

Able was the stouter of the duo, a heavyset man with dark hair whose broad belly pushed out at the buttons of his canvas jacket. He wore no whiskers save for his sideburns, and kept his dark hair short, and at an almost military cropping.

Fitz on the other hand, was quite the lanky fellow, and his khakis hung loosely on his spindly frame. His hair was so light a brown as to be closer to a coppery red. Having so fair a complexion, he often wore his pith helmet strapped firmly to his head, meaning that on a sunny day like this you would likely see his great twirled mustache shining in the sun while the rest of his face rest comfortably in the shadows.

While dining at a road-side establishment after a long day of searching through the rumor mill, they were delighted by what they had found. There was a nearby village that their server swore was located next to an old adorned cave that no one ever dared to wander near. This was a very definite clue that something had been deliberately forgotten, and if their party managed to slide in discreetly, then no one would ever even know they had been there. Heck, they were practically doing the villagers a favor.

It had taken quite a bit of money to grease the local wheels, but Fitz could be quite persuasive when he chose to be, and had adopted much of the local dialect as well. Soon, both men were off into the forest with nothing but a pack donkey and few days rations, as was their common mode of gung-ho enthusiasm. According to the locals, the compound in question wasn't more than half a day away on foot, although, as was always the case, they warned of ancient curses and other such historical nonsense.

But history was meant to be dug up and remembered. If it was all left underground in abandoned temples and the such, then no one would ever truly be able to know about it would they? The two men shared a small hip flask of brandy as they made their through the dense forest, sweat dripping from their brows as they pressed onwards.

Both members of the intrepid duo were slightly disappointed upon reaching their destination. All of the landmarks they had been told to look for matched up, but the opening of the cave was certainly less than awe inspiring. There was a sheer white limestone cliff face, but it was overgrown, and lacked the intricate carvings that so frequently adorned the other temples they had found in the area. What carvings they could find seemed rather simplistic. Able took out his pocketbook and began to copy down what images and symbols he could find, but honestly, it looked nothing more than a repeated series of wavy squiggles.

"Nothing for it then eh? Can't make heads or tails about any of it." Fitz sat back and took a drink from the canteen, mopping his freckled brow and looking over what was ostensibly an inscription. "Looks like some other language completely."

"Maybe it's old then hmm? That's not a terrible sign I'd say." Able shrugged as he folded up his pocketbook and and tucked his charcoal back into its hard leather case. "At the very least I should think that it's considerably cooler in there than it is out here, so what have we to lose?"

"Good point." Fitz clasped his hands together, ever optimistic. "And simply because its different, doesn't mean that its entirely devoid of ancestral wealth, does it?"

"Indeed." The larger man guffawed, slapping his broad chest as he tied up their donkey to one of the numerous scraggly trees that dotted this coniferous forest.

And with that, they both set off into the mouth of the cave. Able paused for a second to take out his kerosine lamp and roll out the wick a little, drawing a sulfur match and striking it against the wall, lighting up the lamp and then letting the charred matchstick fall to the dirty stone floor with a soft clatter. It wasn't like anyone else would be coming here any time soon anyways.

Oddly enough the same twisting intertwined pattern from outside the cave continued on, scrawled on the inner walls. But the curves became more defined, much smoother and in thicker bands as they descended down the slightly sloping carved out hallway into the pleasantly cool darkness.

"I say. Do you think the outside all looked like this originally? One would think it would take eons to weather away so much detail." Fitz stroked his mustache as he pondered, voice echoing in the gloom as their shadows flickered against the light gray walls.

"Seems quite likely I would say." Able agreed, stroking his fingers along the cold smooth walls and their various thick intricate intertwined patterns. It looked like smooth roots, curved piping, or the coils of some particularly endless snake. "Perhaps this place is more of a find after all. I mean, if they put this much effort into just the walls then there has to be something worth exposing to the academic community I'd say." His boisterous voice filled the cave as they both slowly walked along, spirits lifted and minds filled with graven images cast in gold with easily pried rubies the size of a man's thumb.

The air became even more chilled as the two gentlemen continued further down the gently sloping passageway that began to twist and turn slightly, making it hard to tell exactly how far they had gone. The bright light of the lantern made the shadows bend and twist around the remarkable coiling texture of the walls. The craftsmanship seemed immaculate, but without a crew of hired locals, they'd never manage to relocate any of it. And limestone was heavy besides.

Abruptly, they both found themselves at a tragically dead end. The long hallway terminated in a smooth solid stone wall with some more of that scribbly looking writing on it.

"I don't suppose you can tell what this says?" Able asked, scratching his chin as he considered.

"No sir. It's just like the last ones I'm afraid. Looks more like a pattern than a language to me." Fitz approached the wall and rubbed his fingers against some of the shallow grooves in the carving.

Immediately there was a rumbling grinding, like two cinder-blocks being rubbed together as dust shook from the ceiling. Able tried to grab at the walls, shouting as the floor shook and then was abruptly pulled out from under his feet as his stomach rose into his throat. The glass of his lantern shattered as he came down hard onto some kind of smooth, almost vertical almost glassy slope. He screamed in complete darkness as he tumbled down, feeling himself tugged this way and that by the winding slick tunnel, the metal husk of his lantern rattling off into oblivion until he slammed into something solid at the end of his nightmarish decent, knocking him out cold.

Fitz had managed to avoid the sliding plate of the floor, but now found himself in complete darkness, prostate on the ground as he shouted for his companion. But there was no reply. He had heard his scream grow softer and softer, echoing up as he probably fell to his doom. The panicked wiry man desperately searched his pockets for matches, finding one and striking it quickly against the roughness of the floor. The small flame sputtered into life, leaving the man completely dumbfounded as he looked around him at the now open hallway in front of him.

* * *

It was some time before Able came to. He smelled strongly of kerosene and his shoulder hurt terribly. Vaguely, he remembered tumbling down some kind of slide, but it was all strangely surreal.

"Fitz? Fitz old chum, are you there?" His voice echoed around him in the constrictive blackness.

Patting around in his pockets, Able winced. Feeling a shard of glass that had wedged its way into his palm. He grunted as he gingerly pulled it out and clenched his fist to staunch the bleeding. The matches that he was looking for didn't seem to be there at all. Maybe he had lost them during the fall, but as his eyes adjusted, he realized that he was not actually in complete darkness. There was a faint glimmering speck of light that was ostensibly in the middle of all the blackness, not that he had any point of reference, but any source of light seemed worth going towards at this point.

Standing up slowly, the burly man stretched his neck. It felt like he'd just taken quite a beating, but aside from the gash left in his palm, he felt fairly intact. Reaching with his still good hand, he patted around himself, and aside from a few bruises, seemed fine. And so he slowly rose and made his way towards the light, fingers brushing against the cool smooth stone of the wall. Able could feel the odd sinuous pattern of it, and now his fingertips noticed the individually carved scales on every limestone coil.

The brightness in the distance was actually closer than he expected as the wall of his short hallway opened up into some kind of larger room. He could see something illuminated there, in the center of some kind of circular amphitheater. The object seemed to be glowing, but it must have just been a trick of the light.

Light! That must mean that he was fairly close to the surface. Maybe his fall wasn't that far after all. He wondered what became of his partner, but if he could find his way out, he was sure he could track down the mouth of the cave again.

That thought alone was enough to raise his spirits as he walked cautiously towards the center of the huge room. On a raised dais rested an unexpected bonus that made this whole endeavor seem worthwhile. It looked strange for a mask, oddly shaped for anything a person could wear. The bizarrely wrought piece was made of gold and amber with cloisonne blackness wrapped around its flat banded edges, but the craftsmanship was simply amazing, and the price of the raw materials alone would fetch at least a thousand . . .

Able winced as he picked the heavy mask up with both of his hands. For a second, his cut and bloody palm flashed in red hot pain, almost causing him to drop the work of art before a strange almost medicinal feeling seeped into him. The gold and amber of the mask seemed to glow impossibly brighter in his hands as he tried to think.

The mask is meant to be worn.

That fact seemed obvious to Able, and he wasn't sure why he hadn't really considered it before. The shape was still bothering him though, it didn't really seem like it was meant for a human.

The mask is meant to be worn by you.

The thought percolated into the back of his mind, seeming as natural as his own consciousness, almost more so as he considered. It really didn't seem like it would fit him though, it was much too large, and shaped strangely besides.

The mask will fit you perfectly. You will fit the mask perfectly.

Able's hands trembled as he held onto the strange artifact. The metal felt oddly warm against his hands, and his palm was pulsing oddly. The ebon lacquered sides of the mask took on streaks of crimson from his life's blood as he lifted the strange heavy warm work of art up towards his face. It just felt so natural. He let out a gasping moan while he pressed his face into the inviting wrought metal mask.

Yes. Feel our power rising again after so long. Enjoy the feeling of true strength.

And so the man did as the mask slowly engulfed him. His flesh began to stretch out, filling the strangely shaped adornment, forming a flat muzzle as his teeth began to pull back. It felt amazing, like his nerves were all being caressed by individual angels as the substance of the mask became soft, smooth and malleable, wrapping around him until there was no distinction between man and artifact. Able's muddled thoughts stumbled under the extreme pleasure. People would pay millions for something like this.

Yesss. We must show them. They will all adore us.

That's right. People would love to see him, and all of his ancient glory. For too long had he languished in a cave, away from those who would follow him. Slowly, the mask stretched Able's swelling jaws apart, slipping into his mouth and rushing into his throat, covering his insides with a crimson that matched the tone of his own blood. He groaned out in distressed pleasure until there was a pop and his jaw dislocated, his freshly formed serpentine fangs springing from their fleshy prison as he hissed out a serpentine yawn.

But first. We must become as we should be.

The man's eyes squeezed shut as the mask washed over them, condensing and hardening into clear unblinking scales over his now burning golden eyes rimmed in shining yellow volutes and patterns across his black scales. The darkness of the room dissipated as his newly forming organs let hims see, smell, and even taste the room around him. His fleshy tongue flickered out, tip stretching into two separate sensitive points while he tasted what was once his palace, that had been made to serve as his prison. Around the sides of his head, a great serpentine hood flared out, extending down to his neck with two intricate patterns of red and gold against his ebony skin. Spreading his lips with a grin, the snake headed man nodded as his swift tongue bobbed out.

It tasted like home.

Feeling a thrum and throb of some strangely reassuring dark power resonating from the smooth stone coils on the walls surrounding the room, Able looked down at himself. But this wasn't right at all. What he saw was some kind of contradiction. His form was not as it should be, but he couldn't quite seem to point out why. The darkness was coalescing at the edges of the room, seeming to wait for something . . . This was the way he had always looked . . . but no, that wasn't quite true either. He had a vague, strange memory of black strong coils filled with sinuous power. It was desirable, and the more he thought about it, the harder it was to think about anything other than pulsing smooth blackness.

I accept you, Mortal. And you accept me. Now we shall be as one.

And with that, the darkness pulsing around the room rushed in, startling the confounded man as it enveloped him, cool and pulsing against his skin as the bands surrounded him. The sensation was terrifying and exhilarating as the thick inky strands of raw unbridled energy constricted around his stout body while he felt his clothes seething, torn apart as they dissipated under the extreme unknowable force. With a resurgence of terror, Able tried to scream, but his words were cut off as he felt himself lifted bodily in to the air.

The smooth rushing substance poured in through his open mouth, even as it began to pulse and constrict around his outside. But as it wrapped tighter, he didn't feel as if he were being crushed. On the contrary, his body was swelling, pushing out with a new found reptilian strength. Under the shining veil of almost liquid rubbery darkness his arms bulged out, growing thick and muscular as his nails thickened into black talon-like claws that twitched at the ends of his strong fingertips in new found pleasure.

His torso was becoming sinuous, bulging against its black bonds as his spine crackled and bent in delightfully unnatural ways. Jaws opened incredibly wide, the darkness pooled and burned with potential inside of him, making a smoldering desire build up in his unreachable groin. Growing even larger, the writhing cocoon-like mass of darkness bulged as the man inside continued to change.

The force around his legs was unbearable, constricting, crushing his pathetic flesh together painfully. But as the pain intensified, so did the pleasure as his flesh was ground into itself, merging slowly into something better, stronger, not nearly so weak as simple legs. His bones cracked and collided, stretching into a flexible spine that jerked as his forming appendage pulled longer and swelled wider, thrashing from side to side against his bonds as the darkness teased and ground against him.

Moaning into the hot nothingness that flowed into his open maw, Able felt a strand of wriggling blackness press against him, just under his taut balls, slipping past his clenched anus with a fleshy squelch of motion. Body lighting up, his whole mind was lost in pleasure as his thick forming tail thrashed violently while he clenched around the thickness pressing into him, spreading his tight quivering orifice wider as it pumped him full of throbbing power.

His testes were squeezed tight against his body, drawn into his flesh in a firm clench that made his trapped member pulse against his belly. The feeling of the orbs pressing into his flesh was absurdly pleasurable, leaving his changing flesh smooth between his stuffed anal vent and the taut genital slit opening up around the base of his turgid cock. The once human felt his insides shifting around, merging with the cool powerful substance that filled him, absorbing the power that had been denied to him for so long.

His powerful tail grew longer and longer, brushing against itself in tangled coils as the darkness wrapped tighter around his lengthening body, thinning down and becoming like a smooth rubbery second skin. With a surge from the thickness that was stretching his clenched ass wider and pressing against his sensitive fleshy insides, his cock jerked of its own accord, swelling and pulsing, becoming more and more sensitive, making every powerful fiber of his body stiffen as his maleness was slowly split into two thick and straining rods of flesh that more suited the true form of the Lord of Serpents.

The darkness around him was nothing more than a taut husk at this point, and a rent formed in the front as the serpentine deity peeled the dried black skin away from himself, revealing glossy black scales with striped gashed of gold and crimson. The feel of the clinging shed skin pulled off of his throbbing twisting shafts made him hiss in a deep serpentine breath as he discarded his thin shed skin and tasted the air around him with his long fleshy flickering tongue, feeling his dusky scutes make contact with the smooth stone floor of his home.

It felt amazing to be alive in a way that Able had never felt before. As a man, the world had never been so inviting, malleable to his wishes as his returned powers coalesced. And even as a god, it had been untold millennia since he had been sealed away within a mask. But now he was both: Mortal and immortal all in one sleek strong muscular package.

Smiling, the Lord ran a smooth scaled hand down his chest, lowering it towards his exposed throbbing hemepenes. He let out a hiss as he stroked between his shafts as he leaned back against his own coils in a tangled loop not unlike the carved motif on the walls around him. He needed followers. This he knew. They would revere him, and adore his form and essence as an embodiment of the divine. But first, they would need to be convinced, and he knew just the way.

He could feel the thick blackness still gurgling around in his insides as he began to run his shafts through his fingers, letting his other hand trace down and begin rubbing slow circles against his taut and pliant anal vent. The serpentine form had so much to offer, and he knew just how to show others this universal truth.

Insides clenching, he groaned and hissed in pleasure as something stretched his quivering vent wide, not his fingertips, but something from the inside. His hand wrapped around both of his shafts, squeezing them together and rubbing up and down at a quickening pace even as the fleshy ends began to leak out a potent musky serpentine pre that coated the slick malenesses. Having a mortal body made the feeling that much more intense, and the deity let out a sharp exhalation as a soft leathery white shell started to spread his ass wide.

The egg was as large as a teapot, and his straining ring of pinkish serpent flesh squeezed impossibly around it as it spread him wider and wider, making all of his muscles tense and bulge as his long thick tail writhed and twitched beneath him. His scaled hand clenched around his twin shafts, and his hood spread wide as, in one hot rush, the reptilian egg was pushed out, shining in reptilian moistness as his ass stretched closed behind it. But he wasn't finished.

Scaly hand stroking furiously, his wide unblinking golden eyes fairly sparkled as another egg began to push out from within him. It was faster this time, but the feeling was no less intense as it stretched his flesh in the most delightfully extreme way, joining its brother in a rush of wet slickness, nestled in the center of his writhing coils.

He moaned and hissed as a third and final egg strained out of his glistening vent, grabbing one of his fleshy hot shafts in each smooth scaled hand and squeezing, feeling the inner passionate power build up within him before his inner testes began to clench and writhe. The Lord's entire body convulsed as ropes of hot thick jet black darkness spattered out against the eggs below him, seeping in to their smooth white shells. Hissing out in strained release, the massive serpent climax continued until each egg looked like an abstract Rorschach test and his cosmic passion was temporarily sated.

The large eggs began to twitch, slowly at first, but then with increasing intensity as their tough shells slowly split open and a thick darkness oozed out, each egg's liquid contents coalescing into a pitch black cobra-like snake that slithered against his tight coils. They were not snakes in and of themselves, but rather, the embodiment of his Lordly serpanthood, containing the very concept of a snake, and they would help him spread his word across the land.

The Lord grinned, leaning back as his eager creations slithered across his perfect form. He knew exactly where he was going to find his first disciple . . .

* * *

Fitz felt terrible and elated at the same time as he took out his lead pencil and began to tick off what he had found. Three wrought silver candelabras, seven brass platters, a huge assortment of bizarrely shaped interconnected jewelry with perfect gems the size of grapes, and of course, the miraculous burnished lamps whose oil still managed to hold a flame after he'd put a match to them . . . The list went on and on. He was having trouble cataloging it all, much less thinking about how much it would all sell for. And every single piece bore a serpentine motif carved or forged in with immaculate detail. If he could find a bidder for the entire set . . .

It's what Able would have wanted, god rest his soul. Fitz had returned to the edge of the pit and shouted down it, but the only thing that came back up was a faint echo. He'd rolled a couple pebbles down the shaft as well, but they just clattered away until he could no longer hear them. They'd both known the risks when they started out in this business, and Fitz was sure that his late partner would have wanted him to be comfortable for the rest of his life. He could give the poor old chap a proper burial when he was living like a lord back in England.

Fitz was considering how to transport the goods discreetly when he heard a faint sound, like someone rubbing two pieces of paper together.

"What's that? Able, is that you old chum?" The strange warble in his voice showed the conflicting emotions regarding possibly finding his companion, but also having to split the profit.

The quiet chill of the room was his only response.

Shrugging, the man went back to happily organizing the innumerable wealth, humming to himself slightly. He'd have to take nine or ten trips, even with four more mules in tow. And he'd have to do it himself: You could never trust the locals in these parts . . .

The lamps sputtered, and the noise returned. Fitz looked up quickly. He only had one match left, so he really hoped that these simple ancient lamps had enough oil to . . .

"I sssee that you've found where my followersss have left me offeringsss and adornmentsss." The voice appeared from right behind him, deep, rich and strangely melodious.

Fitz fairly jumped backwards, turning around in shock, eyes going wide as he was confronted by an impossible monstrosity.

The beast seemed at first human, but much larger, and everything below its waist was a long thick serpentine tail that wound impossibly back into the darkness. The monstrous apparition bobbed and swayed as it spoke, drawing the man's eyes towards the gold and crimson scales around the being's flared hood and wide unblinking golden eyes. Fitz was about to scream, but those swaying orbs held his gaze in the strangest way . . .

"My friend, do you not remember me? No? We both came here to find a treasure yessss? I now have found the greatest treasure of all." The beast's heavy coils slithered, rasping against the cool floor as it wound its way towards him.

"N-no. Stay back, I'm warning you!" Fitz's raised voice cracked as he tumbled over backwards into the collected heap of finery with a clatter

"No need, dear friend. I'm not here to harm you." The serpentine figure slithered ever closer, holding its open palms before it as it swayed from side to side. "You know that I'm here to help you yesss? To improve your frail from into sssomething more sssuitable."

"No, I don't . . . don't . . ." Fitz's eyes followed the gently swaying head of the huge serpent. It was so sleek and smooth, and he could see the bands of bulging muscles of its scutes tightening and relaxing in time as it slithered up to him until its adorned face and staring golden eyes were inches from his own.

"Oh, I can understand your confusion. But don't worry. You know that you will treasure every sssecond of this." The snake leaned in towards the trembling man's body.

"Of wha . . .aaaannngh." Fitz's mind was too sluggish to react as the snake wrapped itself around behind him in one sinuous and almost liquid movement, scooping him up in strong arms and holding him against his chest. His forked tongue flickered against the nape of the man's neck for a split second before he opened his maw wide, fangs springing from their fleshy homes before they plunged into Fitz's shoulder near his neck, releasing a torrent of divine venom into his frail lanky body.

It hurt, but only for half a second before Fitz began to feel wonderfully light headed, as if he were borne aloft on sheets of warm silk while his heart began to flutter, thumping in his throat. His struggles ceased as soon while they began as the snake grabbed his shoulders and rubbed against them with his strong dark clawed hands, wounds already healed.

"There, yesss . . . I can sssee the devotion just growing inside of you. Let your body free of all of its simple mortal adornments.

"I ahh, ohh. Yes . . . " Was all Fitz could pant out as the Lord disrobed him with alarming efficiency, claws tearing through his unnecessary coverings with ease as the graceful serpent began to coil around him, surrounding him in warm comfortable circles of serpent flesh.

"Now." The lord smiled, rubbing against the nude human's soft pasty flesh. Raising his arm into the air, he clenched it, and the walls of the chamber seemed to all bend inwards, reality warping for a second before the coiled stone motif began to surge around them, leaking out streams of darkness that coalesced into two slithering serpents, each about the size of a stout walking staff.

Fitz's mind struggled, even with the potency of the divine venom affecting his nerves. He fidgeted as two of the snakes slowly slid across the floor towards them.

"Do not worry, my loyal one. Consider this a sign of my love for you, a token of my divine beneficence." As his deep rich voice boomed out, the two slippery, almost liquid snakes slithered up his legs in tight tickling spirals, one slipping up his torso and winding quickly around his arm, coiled back, small flickering jet black tongue tickling across his nose.

Opening his mouth to ask a question, Fitz's voice changed suddenly into a gargling moan as the snake lunged, slipping into his mouth and forcing its way down his throat, wriggling as its musky bitterness entered him.

Simultaneously, the primordial serpent still around his legs flicked its tongue across his exposed anus before pressing in, spreading the man's taut clenching asshole wide as it surged inside of him with a sloppy squelch, making his insides writhe as it wriggled its way inside of him. He felt his insides began to change as a bizarre twitching warmth built up within him, accompanied by his detection of an increasingly desirably musky odor that made his mouth water.

"Now you begin to understand. You can begin to sssense my divine radiance yesss?" The Lord's coils wrapped tighter around him, all the way up to his waist as the smooth scutes pulsed with powerful muscles under his scaly skin. "You wish to be bred by your Lord yesss?"

"I . . . Yesss . . ." Fitz's words ended in a slow hiss as he licked his lips slowly. It was all so sudden, but he wanted to be closer to this . . . this creature, this being of utter perfection. The potent odor increased in intensity as the massive serpent man tilted him sideways, coiling around his arms with bulky scaly flesh all the way up to his shoulders. It felt so good to be enveloped in this writhing embrace that he barely noticed where he was until his nose bumped against the Lord's taut vent scales.

"Pleasure your master." The Lord's scaly hands wrapped around Fitz's head, pulling the man's face against his cloaca. Not able to help himself, the enraptured human licked out with his tongue, slipping across smooth scales and taut warm skin. The heavenly musk was overwhelming, and his nose panted and huffed as he lapped out again and again, feeling the flesh twitch and writhe under him as the lord ground his groin against the man's face, clenching at him with his enveloping coils all around his still human body.

Fitz's licks became more adventurous, pressing in at the straining reptilian orifice as his master's powerful hands tenderly caressed the sides of his head, encouraging him. As his tongue slipped into the hot musky interior of his god's ass, it began to lengthen, sinking deeper with every pumping lap, becoming long and flickering as the end split into fleshy forks that ground against the Lordly Serpent's insides.

As his new devotee's tongue scraped and pulsed inside of him, the Lord hissed in pleasure, genital slit spreading slowly open as his dual pink fleshy shafts everted slowly, pulling and leaking out crystalline slick pre with every eager lick from below him. While his serpentine members pulsed and swelled out further, the slickness began to slowly dribble down onto the man's obscured head, lighting up his senses as it leaked on his now long forked tongue that proceeded to drill further into the tight pliable flesh of his Lord's ass.

The tongue felt wonderful, but the Grand Serpent desired more. He clenched his coils around the man's hot body and pressed forwards, grinding his vent against the man's slick face. Thrusting his serpentine hips harder, his hands tugged Fitz forward and his anal vent quivered, dilating as the man's head was slowly enveloped by his muscular serpentine orifice.

Fitz wriggled in the lord's coils as his head was engulfed by the torrid musky vent that squeezed and contracted against him. His face began to feel strange as his jaw started pressing out into a muzzle as it was massaged by his lord's taut muscular insides. The musk became a body-wide experience as his hair slicked down into hard dark scales and his nostrils pulled to the ends of his forming snout. He could feel the changes creep down his shoulders, scales ticking in as his skin toughened, feeling amazing as his master's coils squeezed tenderly around him.

Even as the changing man's head was enveloped, his tongue flickered against the deistic snake's insides. The roof of his mouth began to tingle, and the tingle slowly developed into a sensation that overloaded his mind with the powerful robustness of his Lord's being. The sensation of his new Jacobson's organ was so intense, that he barely noticed the burning desire for breath welling up inside of him. But the lord was not a capricious god. As his new liege began to struggle, he relaxed his ventral muscles and allowed the man to pull back.

A cobra-like hood flared into existence as the new snake's head pulled back, glistening with newly formed scales and serpentine moistness, reptilian jaws unhinging in a gasping yawn as his long fangs stretched out of their fleshy pink membranous homes. He could see the light of the room clearly without even opening his eyes as his golden orbs would forever being viewing the world without interruption through his freshly formed clear lens scales. Panting, his tongue flickered out and returned to brush against the top of his maw with his lord's delicious musk even as the serpent king squeezed his body tighter in his powerful coils.

The changing supplicant felt his pinned arms tense and swell out as scales grew over his thickening skin and his fingers writhed and clenched as heavy dark claws sprouted from their ends. His torso was pulled out longer as the cascade of black scales tickled down his body and his spine cracked into proper snake-like flexibility. But the most intense sensation was around his legs and hips, causing him to hiss out in intense bliss as the Lord constricted around them tighter and tighter.

"Yesss. Feel your flesh begin to bend to my will." The Lord hissed as the man's legs were crushed together, bones ground against one another and becoming a flexible extension of his spine while his toes and feet were ground into a tapered mass at the end of his quickly swelling and lengthening serpentine tail.

"Longer. Smoother. Stronger." His scaled scutes tensed around the man's forming lower body with every word as it rounded out and thickened, becoming stronger and lengthier with every squeezing muscular contraction, thrashing and entwining with the lord's own tail as it pulled out further and further, forming scutes rubbing against his master's own as his pulsing cock ground against the deity's smooth scaled skin, a taut genital slit forming around the base of his still human shaft.

The newly formed pitch black naga writhed in bliss as his master uncoiled from around his upper body, their lower halves still a seemingly endless tangle of scaly flesh. Pulling his disciple in, the Lord pressed his gold and crimson adorned head forwards into a deep serpentine kiss as they embraced, hoods flaring in pleasure as their thick fleshy tongues wrapped around each other in their shared balmy muzzles.

The new snake's member was rubbing up in between his Lord's two massive fleshy shafts, making his coils tense and writhe as his hips pressed forwards. They broke their tight kiss, pulling back as both tongues flicked out almost longingly while the lord continued to rub his thick members against Fitz's shaft.

"Will you ssserve me then? Is this not exxxactly what you've alwaysss wanted?" His smooth voice resonated through the hall as he stared into his devotee's wide golden eyes.

"Yess, Lord. This iss more than I could ever have hoped for . . ." And it was true. Fitz felt liberated in the most brilliant of ways. He no longer cared about the worth of the gold and the jewels scattered about the room. He simply cared about making his lord happy, and he knew that his presence brought his master pleasure, and that, was the greatest feeling in the world.

"Then let us cccelebrate your assscension." The Grand Serpent smiled down at him, sliding his body down so that his pulsing hemepenes left faint warm then cool trails of slickness against the convert's scales. One blunt fleshy head of his cocks pressed slowly against Fitz's anal vent, smearing it with the slick smooth pre that each snake could taste as their tongues flickered out in excitement.

In a smooth rocking thrust, the ancient serpent sank inside of his follower and their coils twisted together in a knot of sudden bliss as his tight anal vent squeezed against his master's shaft while the other side of the god's hemepenes ran up and slid against his own cock, which pulsed and ached as his ass clamped down wildly against the other thick shaft inside of him.

As the larger snaked began to rock himself slowly forwards, sliding deeper and deeper into his follower's tight ass, he reached down with his sure fingered hand and squeezed their members together. The freshly changed snake hissed in pleasure as his shaft rubbed against his master's while he was filled from the inside, making his own cock pulse and drip and swell, flesh straining as it became pink and glistening like his master's own.

Tail thrashing violently, the young snake's mind was set ablaze in pleasure as his master continued to please him, squeezing their shafts together until impossibly, the once man's member began to quiver, slowly dividing, peeled apart in a tortuous fit of ecstasy, surrounding the Lord's shaft with his own blisteringly sensitive set of proper serpentine rods that pulsed in time with his muscular contractions against the rocking thrusts that stretched him blissfully wider and wider.

The godly serpent's coiled body clenched around his lover's as he neared the brink of climax, head tilted back as he hissed. "Now, tassste divinity." The short utterance was accompanied by his strong clawed hands reaching up and forcefully guiding his protege's muzzle down, flexible serpentine spine bending as the new snake found his snout inches from his own cocks still rubbing against either side of his Lord's potent maleness. His tongue flickered out quickly, taking in their potent combined flavor and ticking a jolt of pre from his own shafts that also made the Lord's other quivering member jerk amazingly inside of him.

The new snake couldn't help himself, reptilian jaws stretching wide as his torrid maw engulfed all three of the rods, grinding them together as he suckled and lapped, making the Lord press down against his shoulders as his rocking thrusts became faster and stronger, rubbing their flesh roughly together. The vassal's talented tongue wrapped around his master's cock as he bobbed, groaning against his own members as well, breathing only through his newly formed Jacobson's organ while all three fleshy rods began to twitch and jerk against his quivering palate.

Their climax crashed across them with the force of a tsunami, the Lord pressing his convert's head down till his sandwiched cock tickled the fleshy back of the fresh snake's throat while the other side of his organ was grasped at with massive anal twists of hot snaky muscle. Their internal testes clenched and churned, boiling with pleasure before their members shot out hot thick grouts of serpentine essence, breeding the new snake's wildly spasming ass with fiery heat and his muzzle with the taste of his Lord's potent seed mixing with his own. The dark divine seed streaked with his own white mortal bliss leaked out the the corners of his maw even as he tried to absorb all of the viscous maleness like the true godly benediction it was.

Roiling body-wide lusty throes of ecstasy continued as their massive intertwined bodies writhed against each other with muscular scaly fits of passion, lasting for an eternity of divine lust that slowly faded into a comfortable heat as the lord slid back from the first to join his new congregation, pulling slowly out of the serpent's abused anal vent and away from his muzzle that hungrily licked all of their members perfectly clean. The new snake felt his master's potent seed still seething as he could feel new serpentine life forming within him.

Reclining, nestled in each other's strong coils, the Lord of Serpents spoke in his perfect deep and resonant voice. "You have ssserved me well, my most loyal vassssal." He shifted his body, embracing his exhausted supplicant from behind, grabbing up a gaudy gold and ruby pectoral and clasping around his follower's neck. His coils squeezed around his adorned devotee, gently caressing where forming eggs nestled in his gravid belly, filled with his master's potent darkness that would soon be ready to seek out and being others into their fold. "Sssoon, you will ssshare my gifts with many. All in the landsss will learn to love me as you do."

"Yess Lord." The exhausted snake agreed as he nestled against his master's strong chest. He could see no reason why anyone would ever choose to leave the side of a being as perfect as his Lord.