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Creating Servitors for Heru by Draconicon

It took him a week to leave the tomb, and by then, the creatures had transformed him into precisely what he needed to be. Walter's former life was...something of a mess, a jumble in his mind, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that his path was clear, and his future directed towards a purpose. The Dragon Kings had ruled for a long time, and with the hive mind that the creatures had left him with, he had their memories. What humanity lived under now was no comparison.

As he flew on his new wings, he contemplated the village below. Other memories, supplied by the quiet hive mind of the things that had transformed him, informed him of many things. That the village primarily traded in wool and beer. That they were on the edge of the new nation. That they rarely received visits from high ranking dignitaries, because they had two locals that did it all for them.

It was that last one that attracted the new Dragon King to the location, and it was their house that he circled under the stars. He had little worry of being spotted; with the sun already down and the moon dark and empty, there would be none to see his dark form against the night sky. He swooped lower, but stayed a few hundred feet above the hut that was the home of the pair of officials.

The mind didn't have much information on them, aside from their positions. One was an alchemist, ostensibly respected among the merchant caste, while the other was a small ranking officer in the army. Neither one had great power, just enough to trust them with the village so that they didn't start getting ambitions.

Walter snorted. Ambitions were the lifeblood of a kingdom. To stifle it was to push growth back. In any case, he would awaken them to their true purpose before long.

When the windows of the house went dark, he landed. It was hard to disguise the thump when he hit the ground, and he paused, looking around for anyone that might have seen anything. Thankfully, nobody was around. Everyone in the village was either asleep or not paying attention.

That will change, as well.

As he walked to the door of the house, the Dragon King drew on other memories, other small things that he was given by the creatures that had turned him. His mouth began to fill with a strange slime, one he felt that he would need before long. At his crotch, he felt his shaft come to life, as if rising from magic alone, but rather than leak a liquid, it began to secrete a gas. Soft, pleasurable musk, condensed into a powerful, nearly visible form. He smiled as he caught the scent. It was powerful enough to make him horny, and he was the one that created it. He could only imagine what it would be like for humans.

He paused at the door, listening quietly. There wasn't much to hear, only a couple of footsteps as the officials inside wandered around. He pressed his head closer to the wood.

"...leaving soon, brother?"

"Not yet. The army won't need me until next week, but I should stay organized, shouldn't I?"

"Just don't leave your things in the main room, okay? I don't want to trip over your sword one night and impale myself on it."

Brothers. Most suitable indeed.

He smiled as he pulled the door open. The two brothers - easily visible for him, but probably not to each other - turned to the source of the noise.

"Wha -"

That was as far as the alchemist got before Walter flapped his wings. The condensed gas was propelled by the wind the wings created, and smothered the two humans in its potent scent. They gagged and gasped for breath, but all they accomplished was sucking more of the powerful musk down their throats, filling them with it.

In seconds, they collapsed to all fours, panting and shaking. The gas' effects were easy to see, as both of them were rapidly growing erect, and their clothing simply couldn't contain it. Their shafts ripped free of their pants, throbbing hard and growing bigger as they kept breathing in the gas. They were soon dripping, covering the floor with a level of pre impossible for humans. At least, normally so.

Walter smiled as he walked around them, bits of the slime in his mouth escaping from the corners. It was thick, but slick at the same time, slick enough for it to be almost frictionless when touched. He was starting to get a better idea of what it was for.

The Dragon King stopped behind the pair of officials. They were so blinded by their own lust, so paralyzed by it, that they still hadn't noticed him. They were in their own little worlds, so focused on their cocks that they probably didn't even know that they were pushing their asses up in the air, didn't know that they looked like bitches offering themselves to their master.

Walter was surprised when they didn't even react to his claws ripping open the backs of their pants. The gas must have been even more potent than he thought. Still, it was surprisingly enticing to be presented with a pair of smooth asses. One was quite a bit harder and more muscled than the other, of course, but he was surprised that it was the alchemist's rather than the officer's. Perhaps the alchemist actually did exercise while the officer sat on his ass all day.

Not that he'll be doing much sitting from now on.

As he rubbed their butts, squeezing the cheeks, instinct told him to let the slime out. Walter leaned forward, his mouth opening as a dark green drool slipped from his lips. It felt similar to the changing, writhing texture of the parasites from before, but it didn't have life to it the way that the creatures had. Instead, it seemed like it was produced from him, to effect the humans below properly.

It splashed and dripped over their asses, and as he rubbed the goo in, he felt it sink into their skin. They were so slick, so wet, so easy to touch. Every time he rubbed over a spot the goo had landed on, it was almost frictionless. The feeling brought up certain temptations, certain irresistable temptations, and he lowered his head to drool over their puckers. The sight of the long strings of slime falling right on their holes, the way that they tightened and twitched before finally relaxing again under the slimy rain was utterly delicious.

Licking his lips, the Dragon King pointed a finger at each puckering hole. The slightest bit of pressure was more than enough to slid his fingers in, and it spread the slime in with them. The humans gasped below him, shuddering at the penetration, but lifting their hips up even further, as if they were compelled to submit.

"That's it...bow before your king..."

The fact that he'd said it almost felt wrong, but it was the case, wasn't it? He was the Dragon King, and all Kings needed servants. Heralds. Soldiers. People that would serve them and get the job done. These two were a poor start, but they were still a start.

As he added a second finger, the transformation began. He could feel the slime wriggling around his fingers as the brothers moaned, the ooze along their asses spreading, growing along their skin. What had been soft, smooth flesh was covered in a dark green set of scales, making the already hairless flesh smoother still. They wriggled back and forth, their moans and pants getting louder as bumps appeared right above their asses, the starts of tails growing out of them.

The green spread further and further, sped up as Walter leaned over them, letting out more of the slime on their backs and on their legs. It spread like wildfire in a dry field, converting flesh to scales. They throbbed, bulking up beneath their changes, muscles added to their frame to carry the weight of their natural armor.

A third finger slid inside their asses as they spread, the changes forcing them into a different posture. Their new bodies made for powerful legs, but it kept their ass cheeks spread apart. Walter chuckled; he approved of that change.

The changing humans moaned out loudly as they climaxed together, covering the floor in a thick load of white. White, and a bit of black, the first sign of the transformation reaching deeper than the outer layers. The Dragon King grinned to himself, his own cock throbbing hard, the gas filling the house with an impenetrable odor of musk and sex. He didn't even have to touch himself to be on the verge of climax; simply smelling that scent and feeling those clenching holes of his new servants was enough for that.

He panted as he fucked them with his fingers, drawing the changes onwards. Slowly, differences appeared between the humans becoming dragons. One, the alchemist, remained slender, though slightly more muscular than he had been as a human. His growing tail was thin as well, but seemed more dexterous, whipping about like something trying to grab onto something. The other, the officer, bulked up much more, his arms and legs, his chest and his ass, growing hard and solid from the changes. His wings were thick and broad, and his tail was as much a club as it was a balancing mechanism.

As their feet grew broad and long, and their hands clawed and thick, their faces long and toothy, he could feel a connection growing with them. Walter could almost see into their minds, and could feel them reaching out for him as well.

I am the Dragon King...and they are my Servitors, he realized, remembering words from the weeks in the tomb. The Dragon Kings had always had lesser creatures of their own as servants. And now...now they were connected to him, connected to his thoughts and his will.

He had to test it. He pulled his hands free of them, and thought, [/i]Cum.[/i]

Immediately, they did, moaning as they spurted on the floor. The feeling of his power over them was magnificent, and he shuddered as his cock throbbed. Yet, he knew that it wasn't complete. The two of them were fumbling around, gasping, mindless. They needed something to anchor them.

The memories told him what it was. Grabbing hold of his cock, Walter gave it a hard stroke and moaned as he was taken over the edge. His cock exploded with cum, splattering all over the room in an amount that no human could ever hope to match. It was like a flood coming through the window, only it was white rather than green or black or water colored. The creatures had stabilized in him, so there was no distortion.

As his seed covered the Servitors, he felt the link between their minds and his solidify. They came again from the pleasure of touching their minds to his, and he kept cumming, connecting the King to his subjects.

When it was over, they slowly stood up and bowed to him. One, the former alchemist, slender and rail thin, and flexible looking, his memories told him was a Thinker Servitor. The other, bulkier, a former soldier, was labeled as a Commander Servitor.

"How may we serve you, Your Majesty?"

It was a good question. He'd laid the groundwork, but they had a long way to go. If they could convert the village, they'd have a strong foothold, but only if they weren't caught. And there was no way that they could get it all done in a night, even with his help. He pointed to the Commander Servitor.

"You will leave a note, proclaiming that you are going on a patrol, and command any local garrison to meet you at...a point at least five miles from here. We'll deal with them tomorrow.

"You. You'll say that you're going to gather more herbs for your alchemy. That'll keep anyone from sniffing around for a bit, at least."

And then, we'll slowly convert the village from within.

The End