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A simple mission. Those were words that always made Nikoli’s stomach crawl.

That might have seemed odd to many - wouldn’t simple missions be the most desirable ones? But Nikoli knew better than to trust that ANY mission was simple. The ones that were labeled as such were almost always the ones where things went wrong. It wasn’t just that the idea made people complacent, either - anything that seemed simple almost always had something hidden beneath the surface that was ready to ambush the unsuspecting. That wasn’t just paranoia talking - the human paladin had been through more than one occasion when an alleged ‘simple mission’ had turned into an outright disaster. By this point, he knew better than ever trust that anything was simple, and never took anything for granted.

Decked out in his holy armor, bearing the emblem of the Order of Ferisec - a brilliant phoenix icon shining in gold emblazoned upon his breast - he strode through the woods, determined but wary. The sages of the order had sent him on a critically important mission - there was apparently a temple of heretics in this woods, using the icon of Ferisec as their own. This couldn’t stand, for sure - they might lead others astray, and who knew what kind of nefarious deeds they would be getting up to once they had innocent victims? Nikoli had been concerned about going alone, but they had assured him that very few individuals were going in and out of the temple, and they gave him a blessing of power from Ferisec to cast down those who blasphemed him. He hoped that that would be enough...if it was a heretical temple that didn’t seem like a guarantee to him, but he knew better than to argue with the sages. They were the ultimate authority in the order, after all.

Idly Nikoli wondered if he would find anyone captured in the temple. Perhaps a potential sacrifice? Their order didn’t do that kind of thing, but demon worshippers loved to use holy imagery to draw in potential victims. Some thought that holy images warded demons...not so at all, only true holy power did, but anyone could create an icon replica with no power. And if there was one thing demons loved, it was corrupting holy images and using them for nefarious purposes. But it could just as easily be some foolish people who liked the image and were trying to use it for their own...perhaps he could convince them to join the proper order, as he had almost ten years ago.

That’s right...it’s almost been ten years. It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.

Ten years since a wayward young man with no ambition and no direction was caught stealing food and almost executed by the royal guard on the spot. Ten years since a timely intervention saved him and delivered him from certain doom into the hands of the Order of Ferisec. Ten years since he’d begun his journey to learn a better way, to become a force to do good in the world rather than simply existing in it. He’d come a long way since then...ordained as a paladin, pledging himself to Ferisec, fighting hard against the evil forces that threatened the order and the world. Both had more than their share of enemies, and he had struggled hard, seen companions fall in battle or give into corruption...only last year his closest companion in the order had forsaken his oaths and given himself to a reptilian demon, unable to resist the temptations of the flesh the demon had promised to him. Nikoli had been sent to terminate them both, but they had escaped him...he still questioned whether he had truly made the effort he should have.

Such temptations were indeed one of the greatest challenges for paladins such as himself to overcome. The Order of Ferisec commanded total chastity - even self-pleasure was a hedonistic indulgence that distracted from devotion to a higher power, and carnal relations with anything else were far worse. Even the involuntary dreams were to be fought against - that was demonic power trying to creep in, and if one had any such thing they needed to be cleansed in holy ritual. It had been a while since Nikoli had had to do that...he had kept himself from any voluntary actions ever since his initiation, had never touched another even before then, and the only thing that bedeviled him were those dreams that threatened to creep in and spoil him. Not to say it wasn’t a struggle, his body still had those desires even if he tried to shut them out. But a test was a test, and he needed to continue to pass it.

The forest darkened around him as the trees become denser. Nikoli drew his holy mace and his shield; darkness was dangerous, he needed to be ready for anything. Even if it was quite silent, nothing but the slight breeze through leaves making sound for him, so many threats were sneaky enough to catch him off-guard. He wasn’t going to treat this as just a simple mission...there had to be a complication somewhere, and on the approach to the temple was as good a time as any.

His precautions came to nothing, as he remained unmolested up to the point where the trees parted, and he could see the temple in front of him. A crude construction, a stone structure that was reasonably large but lacked any sort of ornateness to it - not even a faint shadow of the grandeur of the buildings of the order. He could see the emblems, crude reliefs in the stone which were dingy and unremarkable...no doubt they were Ferisec, though they didn’t really invite the same rapture as even the mark on Nikoli’s armor. The only thing that was somewhat impressive were the statues - bearing the unmistakable form of a humanoid avian with long feathers and fiery eyes. Undoubtedly Ferisec - he would know that image anywhere.

I guess they spent all their energy on the statues, and threw together the rest. Hardly a respectable testament to their devotion. But a heretical sect is a heretical sect...let’s see if it’s something that demands a softer or a harder touch.

Cautiously Nikoli entered the temple, casting his gaze around. From the inside, it was even less impressive...stone benches in a couple lines near the front, an altar on a raised platform, and that was about it. A lot of empty space, it almost looked half-finished. Something about it struck Nikoli as wrong...he wasn’t sure what, but there was a nagging suspicion that something about it all was off. But he didn’t have much time to mull that over, as the sound of footsteps - clawed footsteps at that - arose from behind the altar. As the figure stepped out of the shadows, Nikoli felt his heart skip a beat. He’d found his catch, all right - and it was a doozy.

Draconian.

The worst enemy of the Order of Ferisec were the beastmen. The animalistic races had long been a plague on the order, and he’d sent more than a few to the grave in the name of Ferisec. Their three central tenets - honor, justice, and unity - were what the creatures lacked, and what they would use to win. Unity especially, uniting the disparate factions of humans against the true enemy. And of that enemy, none were more dangerous than draconions, or dracs as they often called themselves. Like the dragons whose image they borrowed, they were physically powerful, exceptionally durable, and potent magic users; one of them would be a challenge for several paladins, and a lone one was dangerously outmatched. Only the awesome power of Ferisec would save him here...he needed that blessing to come through.

“Hm, that mark...you must be one of the Order.” The drac spoke with no fear in his voice, no concern...no anything, really, it was the barest observation possible.

“I am. And I’m here to put an end to your heresy.” Nikoli’s voice was stronger than his anxiety - he would betray no fear to the drac, provide him no opening.

“Is that so.”

“It is. By the power of Ferisec, I will end your false sect and deliver freedom to whoever you have trapped in here.”

“Well...we shall see about that.” The drac stepped forward down from the altar; he had a rather sizable axe strapped to his back, though he made no move to take it. There was precious little else on him - a loincloth that seemed only just sufficient for any coverage was the only thing the beastman wore. With scales like his, he didn’t need much - even more threatening, the ebony sheen over his body seemed to evaporate light as it touched. Black dracs were rare, and rumored to be among the most powerful of the standard variants...it wasn’t even clear if the rumored more powerful, rare types existed. This was bad enough, though.

Nikoli didn’t wait for the drac to make a move - he channeled power into his mace and swung it, sending a shockwave forward at the creature. To his chagrin, the drac sidestepped the blow, looking utterly unfazed as he fired several fiery bolts back at Nikoli. Though they weaved around in the air, he was ready for them to hone in and blocked them with his shield - he could feel the heat from the impacts, but it wasn’t a threat to him. And it gave him time to channel a holy lightning, which he unleashed from his mace with a yell.

It didn’t quite have the effect he’d hoped - the lightning hit squarely, but barely ruffled the drac. That was a powerful technique, if it couldn’t break through those defenses, that was concerning...but at this point Nikoli doubted he could give up even if he wanted to. Grimacing, he raised up a shielding aura as the drac formed another spell, a dark circle forming on the ground around the human. He had just enough time to brace himself before the dark energy erupted around him, and even with his aura he felt the fierce strain in his body as the spell buffeted him. He struggled to stay upright, never letting his guard down and trying to keep his eyes on the drac, who was starting to look smug. “You don’t seem as tough as you sounded.”

“You’re not...going to defeat me...” The strain eased a bit as the spell ended, there was a definite bit of fatigue from the dark attack but he wasn’t down yet. He reset himself and prepared to pull out one of his most powerful tools. The holy hammer of judgment, the heavenly pillar that even a drac had to respect. It was pretty early for that, but he could sense this battle not going his way and he needed an advantage. If he could get the drac into a weaker state, then he’d have a chance…

With a yell, he unleashed the attack, and a powerful pillar of holy energy cascaded down onto the reptile, who had made no motion to evade. An arrogant move that would be his downfall, hopefully, and Nikoli felt a surge of triumph in his heart...which all too rapidly turned to horror. Not at the sight of the drac standing tall - even he wouldn’t have been foolish enough to expect the attack to end it right then and there. But it was the aura around the drac, the rotating golden shields...he knew that aura, he had seen it demonstrated, had been trying to learn to use it himself. Holy Favor - an aura that absorbed the energy of holy attacks and increased one’s own power.

No...it can’t be! He…he CAN’T be a paladin!

By the time he got over his shock, it was too late. Suddenly he felt golden bindings wrap around him - another paladin technique! He was locked in place, he couldn’t move, and there was no way he was going to be able to overpower them - he’d just given the drac a momentous energy boost, and he didn’t have enough in him to even have a chance of getting the edge or getting away. He growled out in frustration as the drac snickered. “I’m guessing you didn’t see that coming...well, it’s only the first surprise, and not even the biggest one...wait until you find out who my patron is.” The drac waved his hand again, and another energy enveloped Nikoli...suddenly he felt drowsy, his struggles fading away as he became sluggish. He couldn’t speak, but his mind gave a silent curse to the drac as he fell into slumber.

———

Nikoli had to consider himself lucky that he woke up at all. The fact that he was laying on the ground, naked, with wrists bound behind his back, in a temple in the middle of nowhere didn’t make it FEEL all that lucky, but completely at the mercy of a beastman was a state that most didn’t wake up from. Initially he had fears that the beastman might have molested him in his unconsciousness, but his body seemed to be unmarred by any such thing. Another bit of luck, beastmen had a reputation for being sexual degenerates, almost as bad as demons. Alive and purity intact, he’d take it.

Of course, how far he’d take it was in question. He managed to push himself up to his knees - his legs felt rather rubbery, he didn’t think he could stand at the moment, maybe another spell to ensure he wouldn’t go far. Casting his gaze around, he couldn’t see his armor or garb or weapon anywhere. There didn’t appear to be that many places to go in this crude temple, but there were a couple spots he couldn’t see at least...they must have been hidden away. Hopefully not under lock and key...if they were, he was in a world of trouble. He was so far away from anyone that could help him, and there was no backup coming for him...if he had no arms, no protection, there was no chance he could make it back to safety. Even if he somehow managed to escape the drac, he had a forest to try to pass through, and beyond the hostile wildlife he knew that demons loved to prey on defenseless paladins, and one in his state would draw them like vultures to carrion. His only chance was getting his equipment…

“Finally awake, are you?” And that was unlikely with the drac still standing watch. Who probably HAD the key, if one existed. Nikoli shuffled around to face the black-scaled bastard, who was grinning with that animal arrogance - and was so cocky that he wasn’t even dressed or armed, nothing but black scales covering him in an obscene display. “Took longer than I thought...didn’t expect you to pump me up that much.”

“You should have killed me while you had the chance,” shot back Nikoli. “So long as I can fight, I will.”

“If I was gonna kill you, I wouldn’t have wasted time putting you to sleep. There are better plans for you anyway.”

“I don’t care what your plans are. I’ll never bow to you or whatever accursed creature you serve.”

“Bold words from the bound naked guy. You’re gonna regret them in a bit, though, I guarantee that.”

“If you’re so bold, why are you so far away from me when I’m in such a helpless state?” shot back Nikoli - not the wisest thing to provoke, but frustration over this whole situation was taking his judgment. “You beastmen are all the same, acting all high and mighty but you cower before REAL power.”

That got a response, as the drac’s grin turned to a glower. “You’re one to talk about high and mighty, dipshit. No race in this world matches yours in arrogance. Even fucking demons are humbler. You humans think the entire world revolves around you! We stand on your level or above, yet you act like we’re nothing but dirt smeared on your soles!”

“Maybe if you didn’t walk the same path as the animals, we wouldn’t be above you. Your races chose to reject the civilized world.”

“Are you serious? You think we don’t live in cities and towns like humans and other races, along WITH humans and other races? Or maybe you just don’t know because they hide in terror, thinking you’re going to bash their heads in.”

“Ridiculous!” Nikoli spat. “I don’t attack unless they are a threat. You should be thankful that you scum warrant that level of respect.”

The drac growled. “I’m getting tired of hearing that mouth of yours spew bigoted bullshit. I think there’s a much better use for it-”

“That is unnecessary, Torian.” It wasn’t a loud voice, but Nikoli was immediately shaken by the sheer POWER it had in it. His head instantly turned, and his jaw dropped like a stone. In the doorway of the temple was an avian figure, standing upright like a man, with such radiant, resplendent rainbow plumage that it was almost blinding. The aura of divine power the figure gave off...there could be no question.

Ferisec.

His god had arrived. The great Ferisec, the patron he had served so dutifully, surely he would deliver him from this nightmarish situation! He would take whatever chastising he needed for his shortcomings, for certain, in exchange for being freed...but his elation plunged into shock and confusion and horror as, rather than attacking the drac, Ferisec approached him gently - and the reptile bowed to him. “Mere words, my lord. You commanded I do no harm, and I would not have done so.”

“I know. You have done well, Torian. Thank you.” Ferisec laid a hand on the drac, who must have been the Torian the god was referring to. And in that moment Nikoli had to come to the conclusion - the drac’s paladin powers, they could only be from Ferisec. Who was supposed to be the great enemy of all beastmen, the uniter of humans against the scourge and the one that would deliver them to glory.

And now he was horribly confused.

“Ah...Nikoli…” Ferisec turned towards him, approaching him slowly. The quality of his voice now was inscrutable - Nikoli couldn’t tell if he was happy, angry, sad, or anything else. “I have had my eye on you...I hope that I have judged you correctly. I suppose these next moments will tell…”

“M-my lord...I beg you for your aid…” Nikoli’s voice shook with awe and fear. “Please...I have served you so faithfully all these years…”

“Have you?” It was a stunning reply - Nikoli couldn’t believe it. Ferisec was questioning his devotion?

“B-but I have! I...for all these ten long years, I have followed your tenets, done your will as delivered to me! I have sought to spread your word and smite your enemies, those that would seek to bring this world to ruin…I have been a member of your order for so long!”

“So you have believed...I can see that you are genuine in your heart. But the order that I founded no longer has anything to do with my authority...they use my imagery, use my name, use a corrupted view of my teachings, but they do not have my power.”

“W...what?” It was nothing but a whisper - he couldn’t be saying…

“Yes...I am afraid that the Order of Ferisec you have been following is nothing but a heretical sect, and the ‘sages’ who claim to be the channelers of my word are nothing more than corrupt humans whose only aim is satisfaction of their own selfish desires. They have used you, Nikoli, and many others who wish to do good, by twisting the notion of ‘goodness’ into whatever serves their purposes and theirs alone. They do not embody any of the tenets...there is not a drop of honor among them, they pervasively spread injustice, and they are responsible for the greatest evils there are - the division and isolation of the many peoples of this world.”

It was a sort of numb horror to hear this...Nikoli idolized the great Ferisec. He had never even dreamt of meeting him face-to-face - what mortal was fortunate enough to meet their god? To hear that that god was now claiming that he was never a part of his power at all...he wanted it to be a trick, that this was some show being put on and that he was being duped, a test of his true allegiance. But in his heart, he couldn’t - there was no way that kind of divine radiance could be mimicked. “I...I don’t understand...the power of the heavens, I could feel it within me...it was no fiction, it couldn’t have been…”

“It wasn’t. Gods are not the only ones with divine power...mortals can bear it as well. Every now and then, a mortal is born with that potential in them. And it works like it does with any god...you can bestow the blessings onto worshippers and followers, and the more adherents you have, the greater the power at its source. The same is true of profane powers, the provenance of the diabolic gods…mortals are just as capable of bearing that hellish energy, all on their own, and it strengthens with devotion to their causes of despair and torment. The power you have served, it is that of the so-called sages...they are not channelers of my word, they are humans with a vile agenda, and they grow stronger with the more people they take in and brainwash into their orthodoxy.”

“I...I…I can’t...how…” It was like being told that all his life he was actually a goblin, that was how momentous this news was to his life. Even if it was straight from the mouth of Ferisec itself, truly accepting it was proving daunting...it threatened everything he ever thought he knew. “What...what are you, then? What…”

“They kept, at least, the very basic ideas I founded the order on. The tenets they claim, they are the ones I established. Honor, justice, and unity. However, their definitions have been corrupted...for instance...when I say unity, what does that mean to you?”

“It...it means...coming together, joining our strength to achieve a common goal or stand against a common enemy…”

“And who would that common enemy be?”

“The beastmen, of course. They are...who the order was founded to fight against…” Even as he said it, he could already sense that that was wrong. It was all over Ferisec’s face...how a bird could be so expressive was just another wonder.

“It is exactly the opposite...my goal was to foster communion between beastmen and humans especially. The common enemy are the forces which threaten this world routinely…those demons which seek to create chaos and disarray, the dark gods whose worship is founded on suffering, forces beyond even my understanding which creep in without warning, and the selfish ambitions of countless mortals who would step on everyone to stand a little taller, whom I hoped I could help keep on the side of goodness by giving them a proper path. But humans...sadly, they have long been needlessly envious of beastmen. Believing that they were given gifts that humans were not...even though humans have one of the strongest gifts there is. The quintessential adaptability, freedom from overpowering instincts that allow them the flexibility to master any situation no matter how against their nature. But they do not see this...they see the more mundane powers and traits borne by beastmen and believe they were overlooked. And that led to the belief that these were gifts rightfully meant for them, usurped by the creatures they have such jealousy of...the corruption of the order was founded on this. They cast out those that sought to create the unity I wanted, and turned it into an anti-beastman sect. The evil above all others is hatred and division...and that is exactly what they stand for.”

“How...how did this happen? What corrupted them? What manner of demon was responsible for this?”

“Sadly, there was none. No demon is necessary to create evil in the hearts of mortals. Demons exploit evil, but rarely create it from nothing. They are beings of chaos, they seek to break order and structure, and when mortals have evil thoughts they can take advantage. Not all do...even demons are not uniformly evil, their nature is chaos and disarray and this often turns them to trouble, but some channel that chaos to more acceptable ends. But gods can exploit such things just as ruthlessly...none of us are above such things, as much as we wish we were. But this, this was organically mortal - no more, no less.”

“I...I never knew…” Nikoli was shattered, and that was putting in lightly - his distraught state so intense it even barred tears. He’d invested so much, devoted himself to what he thought was good, what he had been taught was right. It had saved him from certain death...now he was finding out it was all just a flavor of monstrosity that he had bought into wholesale, had failed to question even the slightest bit. He had failed Ferisec, beyond anything he ever dreamed possible. What penance could be enough to make up for his part in it?

But the phoenix laid a hand on him, and he felt a comforting warmth within him. “You must ease your heart, Nikoli. You are far from the first, and far from the last, to be taken in by scoundrels masquerading as saints. I have been aware of you all this time - though the order follows nothing of my will, it was originally my creation and remains nominally mine, a link I cannot separate myself from no matter how I wish. I have seen the goodness in your heart...your desire to do right is admirable. And I have seen that you have restrained yourself from acting on your worst desires, even if your devotion suggested otherwise. There are some who embed themselves so fully that even the revelation of the truth would not sway them...those, unfortunately, are evil mortals to the core, and there can be no helping them. But where goodness shines, I wish to save them from the evil that threatens to corrupt and ruin them.”

He didn’t understand right away...but then it came to him, all in a whirl. “The temple...this...it was meant to lure me away.”

“It was. A slightly calculated risk, but given your level in their ranks, I had a feeling they would send you alone. And that was my aim - bring you away from them, and into the true fold. Nikoli...you are a good person, who seeks to uphold what is right. Now, I wish to truly direct you to what IS right. I want for you to be my paladin - to be a part of the real Order of Ferisec, one that swears to unite ALL good people and stand against the evils of hatred and division that would be the downfall of all mortal races.”

“You...you would have me, my lord?”

“I would. I cannot force you, if you are unwilling, and I wouldn’t blame you if you were. My new order is...largely beastmen, at this time, as many humans are under the sway of the false order and do not believe in the message of unity I preach. But I wish for that to change...and I need humans like you and the few others I have managed to convince in order to do so. I know that will require a great change in your mindset...are you willing to do so?”

It sounded daunting...to change how he thought of beastmen, the creatures he had been taught to hate, fear, and wish to destroy. But...he HAD been taught. He had not felt any way towards them before the order, it was through their teachings that he had developed such ire towards them. But...that wasn’t right, was it? Ferisec commanded him not to hate. Even if he had been duped, the one he had wished to follow was Ferisec...if he was giving him a new set of commands, then Nikoli needed to shed the old ones and adopt the new. And that meant repentance for his years of action against what might have been mostly innocents, and casting out the hatred from his heart by joining with them. It was a chance for rebirth...just like the phoenix. That was a sign above all.

“My lord...I would truly be honored and humbled to be allowed a chance to redeem my years of unwitting heresy and to truly serve the forces of good.”

“I’m pleased to no end to hear that,” replied Ferisec, and that joy was clearly evidenced in his voice. “Your redemption is my own...my chance to amend the wrongs done in my name, by the order I had trusted. I will see that our union serves us both well, as well as serving the rest of the world. Now...if I may, I would like to begin the formal introduction of you to our order. Torian?”

Nikoli started a bit - he’d forgotten about the black drac! Though, it was hard not to put all his focus on a god. The scaly paladin...he’d said a lot of nasty things to him, and they were entirely undeserved. Hopefully Torian wouldn’t be too harsh on him...but if Ferisec trusted him, it was a sign that Nikoli should as well, right?

What he didn’t expect was to feel that massive scaled body against his back and his bound arms, those muscular arms wrapping around him. “Finally...always takes so long to get to the good part. But good things are worth waiting for, no?” Nikoli felt a shock run through him as one large scaled hand grasped at his exposed cock and balls, supplying them with their first contact with another creature in their entire history.

“Wh-what...what are you…!”

“Come now, I think even a repressed paladin like you knows what this is about,” came the teasing reply. “We’re gonna give you something GOOD to feel, rather than that stupid ‘living in fear and denial’ crap.” The human felt another jolt as he felt something warm, wet, and distinctive rubbing against his back and his hands. He was going to...but the laws of holy behavior! He couldn’t be so defiled!

And Ferisec was standing there, not trying to intervene! In fact… “Don’t worry, Nikoli. Torian can be a...brusque character at times, but his intentions are very much in line with goodness in this world, and he will not harm you.”

“M-my lord!” protested Nikoli frantically. “I...such things are not right for a paladin! I would be tainted, an unsuitable vessel for your power…”

“Oh, dear...Nikoli, I apologize for all you have been through. That they should have fed you such ridiculousness! But I suppose if they can control your body, they can control anything…” Ferisec caressed the human’s confused face. “Us gods realized long ago, if you make sexual purity a requirement for being a paladin, you lose nearly every one you recruit - many to demons, who are SO good at taking advantage of lust, particularly furiously repressed lust. Virtually no true orthodoxy of the gods requires chastity now...that is one of the surer signs of a false sect, mortals who demand sexual purity do so to prove their power. In fact, my order encourages this kind of bonding between its members...nothing speaks of unity like sharing one’s body with another. But you have been under the thumb of another in my name for too long, and I consider it my duty to free you from this misconception personally.”

Nikoli forced himself to calm down upon hearing those words. It was true, he was still in that fierce mindset that carried such punishment if you were tainted...if he clung to that, he couldn’t truly receive Ferisec’s real power. That was going to be tougher to break, it had been so deeply ingrained...but letting the dragon take him, that would be such a violation of everything that the false older stood for, maybe he could truly be free. And if a god himself was telling him it was fine, he really had no reason to disbelieve.

“That’s more like it.” Torian’s voice was aggressive, salacious, almost-but-not-quite predatory. And his hand...his hand was REALLY working on Nikoli, toying with the human’s cock and bringing it to full mast quite quickly. Moans of almost tortured pleasure were starting to emerge from Nikoli, trying to shake the ingrained resistance that came with his old power, his old allegiance...it wasn’t an easy task, not with as long as it had been part of him. The dragon’s cock was dragging against him more as well, leaving wet trails against his body, poking at his hole once or twice. It felt so enormous, he couldn’t believe that such a thing could fit inside him...but he had to believe, had to trust Ferisec that his agent would not wish to bring him to harm...steeling himself, he shuffled a bit to spread his legs slightly wider, to offer himself to Torian.

And the offer was taken, with ruthless efficiency. Barely had he finished before the dragon’s shaft speared into him, and a cry escaped Nikoli as he felt his ‘purity’ be claimed. Not just huge, the shaft had a distinctly inhuman shape, a spiky ring under the pointed head, and thick rounded nubs along the rest of the shaft that rubbed with ferocity against his inner walls. It felt so WRONG, but so GOOD…

And then he felt a presence in front, and opened his eyes to see a resplendent body in front of him...and his breath caught in his throat as he saw it bearing a thick, radiant cock. This messed with his brain a bit - he didn’t even know gods COULD have sexual organs, it was sort of ‘understood’ that they were greater beings beyond worldly pleasures. Add that to the list of things that Nikoli was wrong about...the slow motion of Torian’s tool in his rear was making it hard for him to speak anything, make any noises other than breathy moans that were trying to slowly break through the sense of agony at a perceived betrayal, but he managed to look up to Ferisec, who was giving him that same gentle smile.

“Nikoli...if you would allow me...I would like to help make you feel good.”

Who was he to deny his lord? What his brain was telling him was a foul, unclean act, to defile his mouth on a tainted area, was hard to maintain when it was literally the most divine of beings offering it to him - how could it truly be wrong? So he opened him mouth and leaned it, licking and kissing the phoenix god’s length. And immediately, his senses were assailed with pure delight. The flavor of Ferisec was almost impossible to describe with mere words, a pleasure beyond earthly levels of pleasure - it was like the sweetest and most fulfilling thing Nikoli could imagine tasting, pure and thick and overwhelming. He took hold of Ferisec’s hips to hold himself steady and help him get more of it - the vanishing of his bonds not even crossing his mind as he continued to worship that tool.

Behind him, Torian was starting to hump him much more vigorously, his powerful cock plunging deep into the human’s body, a thick bulge bumping against his rear as he got in almost all the way, the act entirely free of pain despite his enormity in the untried passage. Nikoli was shuddering from the immense pleasure, both from that dragon dick and the clawed hand grasping and stroking, working him over so thoroughly and delivering on an unspoken promise of wondrous ecstasy. His brain was still trying to tell him this was wrong, a violation of sanctity, but it was getting slowly weaker under the total assault against that falseness...nothing had ever felt so good to Nikoli, he truly understood now why people could fall into this temptation.

It was not entirely due to conscious action that he was increasing his efforts on Ferisec - he was so lost in the pleasure that he wasn’t really thinking about what he was doing so much, just reveling in it. Whether by emerging instinct or by unspoken guidance, his mouth wrapped around the end of the phoenix god’s cock and he began to bob on it, slowly going deeper on it and slurping up all that divine taste, the delightful precum being swallowed and warming him to his core. Above him, he could hear gasps and moans from Ferisec, a song-like quality to them that made Nikoli shiver, ringing in his ears with their heavenly dulcets. The deeper he got, the closer he got to that feathery body, which gave off a light, fruity and natural scent which joined with that wondrous taste to excite and tantalize Nikoli...everything about the god was incredible.

Torian couldn’t hope to measure up to a god, but Nikoli was starting to really shift his impression of the drac as well. Those daunting muscles that held him so tightly with so little effort...that deep voice which growled and rumbled and enticed in a very different way...the scent of his deep, oily musk that mixed with Ferisec’s in the air, offering a fierce contrast that thrilled him on a primal level...and that fantastic cock that was pumping him ever harder, pummeling a point inside him that was making his body light up with bliss. His mind’s rebellion against the idea was being dashed to pieces under the dominant fucking, his attachment to the false order fraying more with each bolt of pleasure that raced through him…

Until finally, he felt his climax hit, a pinnacle of pleasure so radiant and intense that it dwarfed anything he’d ever felt or imagined before. Torian’s hand milked him, helping him expel that pent-up seed, and with it the last of his devotion to the false older of Ferisec. Each pulse released him from that previous hold, draining him of the power provided by that false order, making those old powers fade into nothing. And just when he thought that was all, he suddenly felt Torian drive in hard, that thick knot pushing at his pucker and then popping in, and a half-roar rang in Nikoli’s ears as he felt gushes of dragon spunk rush into his body, severing him from the old order and scouring him to remove the last of their influence - an eternal taint in the eyes of the false order that would prevent them from reclaiming him.

Just as he was adjusting to this, Nikoli heard a gasp from Ferisec, and his mouth and throat were suddenly flushed with a powerful, divine orgasm. The taste of it was so much more of what he’d had, impossible to describe in mortal terms but filling him with a deep, delightful warmth, infusing him with such a thorough contentment and satisfaction that he didn’t know how he’d ever thought he’d known either before. He sucked and swallowed, not letting a single drop of that holy fluid escape, his moans unrestrained and unadulterated by any disconcert. It was only when the flow stopped that he pulled away, panting a bit and reveling in that inner warmth.

The sense of powerlessness was palpable, the paladin aura he’d carried with him for almost a decade no longer in his grasp. Yet, he didn’t truly feel the loss...in fact, it felt more like a liberation. With that devotion gone, his mind was cleared, and now he could see clearly for the first time in a long time, could see how he had been deceived, used, made to serve a farcical idea of the tenets they claimed to hold. He could see his own terrible actions laid bare, the choices he had made which served to only harm others and promote the monstrous designs of his former masters. It was humbling and disturbing, but the feelings he had within him muted the unpleasantness...he had a chance to make right what he had done wrong, to become someone better than what he had been, to do right and take down the old order which sought to do wrong. If that old power had no use but to do wrong, he was glad to be rid of it.

“Mmm...yeah, that’s better...can already feel that release.” Torian growled a bit, rubbing Nikoli’s stomach, which was slightly distended with the thickness of that dragon cock inside as well as the hefty load that was being locked in by that knot. “Much more relaxed now, aren’t you? Not so taken in by anger and hate?”

Mutely, Nikolai nodded. Any antagonism he’d felt towards Torian was completely gone; the drac felt so comfortable wrapped around him, he was enjoying the feeling of that scaly body against him, to say nothing of the fat shaft plugging him up. It was occurring to him how much nicer it felt NOT hating things...hate felt so toxic, so stressful and stifling compared to the opposite. True, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have issues with that later, this might not be quite that easily shaken in its entirety, but he knew he could overcome it a lot better freed from something that reinforced that hatred.

But things weren’t done yet. Torian finally pulled out of him, his knot receding enough to extract his cock and let a gush of dark semen run out of him. Nikoli was able to see what had taken him for the first time, and he could scarcely believe it had been inside him, much less painlessly, with the length and girth it possessed. But he would gladly have taken it a hundred more times if this was how it felt. But that wasn’t the only one...Ferisec knelt in front of him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I can feel the change in you as well, Nikoli...it warms my heart to feel yours released from them. There is but one thing left to do...if you would have me, I wish to fill you with my own power.”

Nikoli nodded without a moment’s hesitation. “My lord, I would be honored.”

“Then let us commence.” Gently, Ferisec pushed Nikoli onto his back, his radiant body hovering over him. Nikoli needed no help to understand what was coming this time, nor did he need any time to accede to it, the compunction about sexual desire and activity erased with his release from the false order. He spread himself, awaiting Ferisec’s entry into him, breathing hard as he anticipated the coming action.

Unlike Torian, Ferisec was much more gentle and deliberate with his insertion. The phoenix god’s tool was perhaps even bigger than the drac’s, though it lacked the embellishments, rather being completely smooth and exuding a divine warmth that could only be done by a being of such glory. As with Torian’s, it was entirely painless feeling it enter him, and Nikoli’s moans were so much more free and joyous without any pressure on him from another source. He could feel Ferisec start to thrust, slowly and steadily, never imposing or aggressive, almost like a passionate lover. And every one made Nikoli feel lighter, happier, more wondrous...every touch was a revelation, a balloon to bring him higher.

He was almost too wrapped up in it to notice that Torian was standing by unoccupied...by his own volition, he beckoned to the drac, who was all too eager to comply. Leaning a bit to the side, he found his vision filled with drac groin and drac dick. It didn’t matter to him that it had just been in his rear, there seemed to be nothing to mar it for that act...and the scent of it was compelling to him, deep and thick and lustful, surprisingly desirable to him. His position limited him to licking and sucking on the tip, but he did so without reservation, trying to provide a little bit of pleasure to Torian and show him how much he enjoyed him. There were no complaints from the drac, who managed to restrain himself from going harder and let Nikoli do his work.

Ferisec aided him in this, turning him a bit more onto his side and spreading Nikoli’s legs to keep up his own activity. Once again Nikoli felt his cock starting to throb with desire - oh, how he had missed that, all that time he’d spent denying himself felt foolish now, it felt so much better, so RIGHT now, to be doing what his body was naturally meant to do. With a better angle, he serviced Torian more vigorously, moaning and humming as he slurped on the tip, licked over that spiky ring, suckled on some of those round nubs, and lapped up the salty, musky precum that leaked out, enjoying the desirous growls that the drac was giving off.

And of course Ferisec was giving his own soft moans and cries as well, each one making Nikoli shiver in raw pleasure. And more and more he was feeling everything from the god...his pure and fervent desire to make the world a good place for good people to live in, a safe place for those who were less apt in defending themselves...his passion to make people happy and bring them joy when despair and sadness gripped them...his sorrow at the bastardization of his name to undermine those desires...and most importantly, the love he had for all those who followed him and all those good people who didn’t alike. He wanted all this, he wanted to feel the same thing, to be the kind of person who helped Ferisec achieve those goals, to make them his own and devote himself as completely as he could.

And Torian...Nikoli wanted HIM. It came to him suddenly, but he embraced it, the raw desire for the sexy, the powerful, and the dedicated drac, who served Ferisec with the passion that Nikoli himself wished to. He wasn’t just feeling lust, it was deeper than that, Torian felt like the right person to share himself with, the one who could teach him, could help him become a better person, fight against what inner darkness he held, and who Nikoli could bring more joy than anything. Perhaps this was no accident...maybe Ferisec chose him for this to bring them together, to join them in a potent force which would make them both better. And he had this inner feeling, unspoken but sensed, that Torian felt the same way…

His climax was coming quickly, he could do nothing more to stave it off, and his last attempt to pleasure Torian before he lost himself to that incandescent pleasure was to wrap his mouth around that thick head and suck and lick at the tip, trying to help bring him over the edge. Nikoli couldn’t get there before he himself did, but locked in place, he could still work Torian even as his own cock spurted hard and fast, shooting off onto the floor in long white streaks, a powerful rush of ecstasy reigning over him. Now he was writhing around in utter bliss, clenching down on the god inside him and slurping and sucking all over the drac to try to bring him the same level of euphoria.

His efforts bore fruit soon enough - Torian growled out loudly as he hit his release, flooding the human’s mouth with buckets of thick semen. That salty, smoky, taste was enticing to Nikoli’s tongue, a wonderful flavor that hit the spot for him - perhaps it wasn’t quite as remarkable as Ferisec’s, but among the more earthly pleasures it was right up at the top of the list. He swallowed eagerly, somehow keeping up with that intense flow, drawing it down into him in deep gulps.

And then it came...Ferisec let out a powerful, resonant cry, and Nikoli felt his body get flooded with an intense, powerful warmth, the phoenix god’s emission rapidly filling Nikoli and rushing through his core. But more than that, along with that physical rush, he felt a radiant energy filling him, rushing into his body and spreading all throughout him. The human couldn’t have hoped to fully understand it, fully describe it...it was something that spread to every inch of him, almost like it was fusing to the very core of his existence, lifting him up to a height he couldn’t have imagined, not just physical but spiritual pleasure, like a climax that reached the depths of his soul. He wasn’t even certain he hadn’t lost consciousness for a moment as it flared through him...if he had, it was but for a moment. But when his mind cleared a bit from the incredible pleasure, he could certainly feel the difference.

It felt like it was too short a time before Ferisec pulled out, removing himself from Nikoli, but he couldn’t be too greedy for it, he knew that for sure. He removed himself from Torian - the drac looking pretty pleased himself, panting hard and smiling toothily - and rolled himself to a sitting position, looking up at Ferisec, who seemed even happier than ever. “Welcome, Nikoli, to the true Order of Ferisec. I am honored to have you among our ranks, and blessed that a soul as bright as yours can be directed to true honor and goodness.”

“My lord…” Nikoli was shaky again, but this time for a very different reason. The power of Ferisec was still welling up within him, he felt it as clear as day...and truly, it was radically stronger than any power he’d had before. He could feel it, it made the divine power of the false order look like a wisp in the air. And he could feel the earnestness of the source as well...something about it was so much more truly Ferisec. Maybe because it really was, not humans masquerading as him. “The honor is mine...I thank you so much for these gifts you have given me, the freedom from what led me astray and the power to atone for my errors. I will prove myself worthy of them.”

Ferisec bowed gracefully to him. “I have no doubt. I do hope we can do this again. I cannot always be quite this hands-on, but my last approach...well, you’ve seen how it turned out. A god that only observes from afar loses what connects his order to him very quickly. Now...I believe we should get you settled in. Torian, if you would take him to our true temple...I think it would be good for him to have a reunion with Harrel.”

“Harrel!” Nikoli’s heart leapt at that name. “I thought he had...gone to cavort with a demon!”

“He did. Grresper happens to be an unusual ally...a demon whose thrill is messing with demons and unpleasant mortals.” Ferisec chuckled. “I did say they weren’t all evil...Harrel was another one that I rescued. There are others who I believe would see the light if it was shown to them, but it is difficult to make sure I do it without inciting the order to action. I hope you and Harrel can help me with this...you have a better idea how humans think, and that will be invaluable to bringing in more of them.”

Nikoli nodded. “I will do all I can for you, my lord.” Truly, he felt reborn now - a new direction, a new purpose, and a new outlook, everything felt new. And he wouldn’t waste this rebirth...he would make sure that Ferisec’s dream would come to fruition. And those that sewed hatred, he would make sure they saw the REAL light...even if it was necessary to make that the last thing they saw.