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The Second Dragon King for Heru by Draconicon

Sira could hardly believe this was happening, but the black ooze that ran from one side of the room to the other was unignorable. Every time she moved, she could feel it running further up her body, over her legs, her stomach, her back, her...tail. Just the thought of the new part left her shuddering, almost as much as the strange creatures that had wiggled their way inside of her at every opening.

Even now, she could feel them changing her further. Mutters and whispers echoed through her mind, just far enough from her understanding for her to be confused, just loud enough for her to be worried. Not, however, as worried as she was for the rest of her village, trapped in the cavern with her.

The transformation was spreading fast, and Sira groaned as she fell to all fours. She narrowly missed landing on the broken shell of one of the many eggs they'd stumbled upon, one of hundreds that had been placed around the room. She'd thought that they were worth something, and the village had agreed with her.

Stupid, stupid! she cursed herself, shaking her head as the black flood ran up her body. She knew the signs of her transformation, probably better than the rest of her people. The lines of her new scales beneath the ooze told her all she needed to know. The Dragon Kings were rising again.

Gritting her teeth, she reached out for one of the shards. She had to...had to stop this before it got worse...

No...

The voice in her head was loud enough to still her hand, even as it hovered over one of the jagged edges of an eggshell. Sira shook her head, trying to displace it and fighting the discomfort as two horns began to grow out of the back of her head, but the voice - no, voices - spoke louder.

No!

Her hand pulled back from the sharp edge, and her body was forcibly rolled over. Even that simple motion dropped her in the swell of the ooze around her, making it splash before rolling over her again. A simple glance down showed that it had taken more than her humanity. It had also taken much of her femininity as well.

Before, she couldn't have seen past her chest to see anything else. Now, she had the chest of a chubby boy, and it was quickly shrinking. She gritted her teeth as she felt something else, a tingle growing between her legs, and she gritted her teeth. The waves of ooze pressed up between her legs, slamming against her holes. The voices in her head took control again, forcing her legs to spread -

"AH!"

She cried out, her hands clenching into fists. The claws on her fingers nearly scratched through her palms, but she didn't care. She could feel the ooze filling her womanhood and sealing it, and from it, something else was growing. Sira looked down at herself, and gasped in shock at the sight.

The last of her chest had been smoothed out, leaving nothing but a muscled shelf over which she looked upon her growing...manhood. She didn't want to call it what it was, but it was growing bigger and bigger. A shaft that was most definitely not womanly, and despite being as far from flesh-like as she could imagine, she could feel every breath of wind, every smack of it against her body as it continued to rise upwards.

No! I'm a woman! I'm a woman, damn it!

You are becoming a Dragon King. Your old world is better left behind.

Sira shook her head, even as she felt her new manhood - her new cock - grow in all the bigger. She forced herself to look away, glancing at the other members of her village that had followed her in.

What other ladies had followed her had become as lost to the change as she had, if not worse. She could see them, no longer even remotely feminine, but completely male. Their hands were devoted to their new...equipment - cocks - and they were stroking them like men driven mad.

The natural men were hardly better. They were grown larger, their bodies bigger, more muscular, more powerful. Even their height was considerably larger, the shortest of them a foot taller than they'd once been, and many bigger than that. The entire expedition had become scaled, tailed monstrosities -

And your subjects.

Sira tried to drown out the words, but they came faster, deeper, louder into her mind. Her shaft throbbed and twitched every time that they reminded her - him - that the dragons here were the possessions of the king. They were the subjects of the king. All that the king needed to do was order them around, and the subjects would follow the king's whims as they were required to.

And with the addition of a cock - Sira could no longer deny the word - the subjects were getting all the more arousing in appearance. Those that were bent over, their black scaled cheeks parted by the transformation, had twitching puckers and throbbing cocks, and they begged to be used. Her - his - own shaft throbbed in time with them, and Sira had to clutch the ground to keep from rushing one of them and taking them then and there.

You are the dragon king. You are the second of the return. You will command them, and you will help advance the cause.

"Advance...the cause..."

You will take command. You will assume your throne. We must return. We must return.

"Will...return."

Rise, Sira. Rise as a king.

Oh, he rose, alright. Sira sat up, pulling himself from the ooze as the dragon he had become. His wings flared behind him, and his cock throbbed with the demand to be used. And considering just how many people there were around, there was no shortage of people that could satisfy his urges. There was, however, one particular person that needed to be used first.

As he stood up, Sira spotted him. A smaller dragon male that used to be one of the bigger members of the village, a wood cutter...and his former husband. Sira grinned as he walked across the room, his much larger feet splashing through the ooze and absorbing some of it to continue increasing the size and power of his new body. The voices in his head drove him on, begging him to take what he had earned, urging him to become the powerful king that the ooze and the creatures in it needed.

Matthus - his former husband - looked up with confusion before Sira pushed him down into the ooze, ass up. The King's new tongue, long and slender and slimy with the ooze of the creatures below, slowly slipped from his mouth as he knelt behind his former husband. He spread those ass cheeks, exposing that pucker even more, and lickd his lips at the sight.

"You...are...MINE!"

The word was possessive, and the claim echoed throughout the cavern. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared, and Sira looked at them all.

"You are all mine!"

The voices whispered in his head, pushing for bits of moderation, but Sira didn't care. As the village leader, she had been the one in charge for years, and none had listened to her. Now, as the Dragon King, he had the power and the ability to lay claim to them all. He was going to do it. He was going to make sure that they all knew who was in charge, and that was that.

Darting his head down between those black scaled cheeks, Sira took a deep breath. The transformation had rendered away most of his husband's smell, but there lingered some bits of musk left behind, some sexual scent that wasn't covered by the ooze. It was weak, requiring someone else to cover it, enhance it.

Growling in need, he stuck out his tongue and lashed it over the other dragon's ass. Each swipe left behind a potent ooze of his own, something that seeped into the scales and left behind his own scent, his own musk. He grabbed his subject's ass cheeks tightly, keeping them spread as he rolled his spit and his scent all over that ass, leaving it marked. His subject would remember who he was owned by, and any that found him would know not to touch him.

Each lick flicked over the puckering hole, and Sira's need grew all the stronger. His cock begged to be used, but the King forced himself to wait a bit longer. He thrust his tongue against the hole, almost pecking at it, until it gave in and allowed his tongue inside. Sira spat and thrust his tongue in and out, leaving behind more and more of the ooze. Beneath him, he could feel his subject shuddering, panting, even dripping as he was used, and it left the Dragon King grinning.

My subject should beg...my creatures should bow before me.

The voices whispered to him, threatening to take control if he did not back down, and Sira slowly pulled his head back. He knew that he didn't have the power that they did, that the voices belonged to something that was older, more powerful than even his current form. He had to give them what they wanted, to some degree...but they would give him what he wanted as well.

Standing up, Sira shuddered as he felt a sudden tingle under his tail, and growled as he realized what it was. The transformation had not yet been complete, and now...now he felt the same urges as the rest of them. A need to have something under his tail.

Damn it, he cursed as he looked back down at Matthus. The smaller dragon looked back, begging to be fucked, and Sira wanted it as well. But he knew that as soon as he did, he'd be offering up his own hole to someone else in the village. He could hear the voices in his head, the thoughts of his followers. They weren't bent to his will yet; they still saw him as the weak Sira, the one that could be denied. And with that hunger in his hole, he knew that he could still be brought down if someone mounted him.

He had to compromise, and he hated that. Groaning, he pounced on top of his former husband, driving his cock deep into that puckering hole, while he brought his tail tip down and into his own. The feeling of it sliding in was better than he had imagined, certainly better than the rare instances of feeling it in his old form.

Back and forth, back and forth he pumped into the smaller dragon, all the while looking about at the others in the cavern. The entire expedition was fully transformed now, ranging from weaker looking ones to burly ones. Servitors and soldiers, he realized, the voices providing him the names as he kept on humping.

They are mine...mine...mine!

He fucked faster and faster as he panted and growled, before finally cumming deep inside of his former husband. The weaker Matthus came beneath him, splattering seed onto the floor and mixing with the diminishing ooze along the ground. The King pulled out, and Sira growled as he looked over the rest of the group.

"Who's next?!"

His shout echoed through the room, and the others shuddered. Sira heard their thoughts tremble, and smiled as they saw his strength. He reached out, grabbing another and pushing them up against the wall before sliding in.

They'd learn. They'd learn, and he'd enjoy every minute of teaching them their place.

The End