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This story is flying onto the page and this chapter ended up being almost twice the length of the others. I decided to split it in two to make it more manageable. Hold on to your seat, or tail, or... as this is going to be a bumpy ride.

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"Well, you little beauties are finally awake." His hand reaches across to touch Benoria.

"Stop!" Trillia takes a breath and says more calmly. "Don't touch them."

"But Trillia, I've been looking forward to doing just that all afternoon." Simpering at Benoria, his hand hovers close to her. "Her skin looks so soft and my inner beast wants to taste her."

Benoria pulls away with revulsion as he reaches toward her again.

"Please, don't touch her..." Trillia closes her eyes. "I-I'll do whatever you want, just please don't touch any of them."

He smirks, knowing Trillia was going to sacrifice herself for them.

"Trillia, No!" Benoria cannot let her do that.

"Shut up! I told you to be quiet." She snaps at Benoria, shocking her. She did not want the Wizard to even look at them.

"Well, well, well... I thought you enjoyed what I did to you earlier, glad to see I was right. You want me all to yourself. Jealous little thing aren't you?" His eyes fix on Trillia, his tongue licking his lips.

"Think what you want, I'll serve you and do whatever you want, just so long as you don't touch them, ever."

"Hmmmm, if it pleases you, so be it." He begins taking off her shackles.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"I prefer privacy, besides, I know you won't try to escape or do anything that will upset me as long as I have these beauties up here. You know the appetites my inner monster has, he would love to come out and play with them."

She looks at the floor, "You're right, I won't do anything to jeopardize them."

He chuckles, happy he knows what strings to pull to make her dance.

She tries not to shudder when his fingers touch her skin as he finishes taking the shackles off.

"And Trillia..." He waits until she looks up at him. "I do expect a little more enthusiasm."

She swallows hard and reaches her hand out. He almost giggles as he takes her hand in his and leads her out of the room.

"That's much better, I knew you would see it my way. There’s no reason we can't be friends."

Her skin crawls at his touch but she keeps herself from showing any reaction. She does her best to look around. There are no windows in the hall or circular stairway leading downward to give her any idea where they may be. They come out on a landing and this hallway does have windows. She barely gets a look as he hurries her to an open doorway.

"Here we are. This is where you will sleep, with me." He chuckles. "I may not have been able to become a dragon and entice her, but I finally have her daughter.” He looks at her, “And the strongest of them all." Trillia is confused by his words but she is afraid to ask him any questions.

"Get on my bed."

She hurries over and gets up onto the large bed with a dark red satin spread. Her mind is spinning. What did her mother have to do with anything?

"Um, what would you like me to call you?"

"Master..." He laughs, "Yes, you are to call me, Master."

"Master, you mentioned my mother?"

"Oh, this is good. You don't know? That human that raised you wasn't your mother, no, you come from something much greater and now you are mine."

Trillia's mind is reeling. He is a madman, delusional, he cannot possibly know what he is talking about.

"When you have proven yourself I will allow you to shift into your dragon. The beast is very much looking forward to mating with her." His eyes sparkle with excitement

She swallows down the bile rising up her throat. Thoughts of her mother fly away as he he climbs onto the bed with her and begins rubbing that vile cream all over her again. She can't help but shudder knowing it won't be long before she is begging him to take care of her need.

"This cream is a special formula of mine. I've sold it to many noblemen who can't get their whores to behave. It can turn any woman into a willing participant, as you well know." He snickers.

He sits back and watches her. He watches as her pupils begin to dilate and her body begins to squirm. Power surges through him watching the changes coming over her. Artificial or not, he is in control and he is making her feel this way.

"Yes, you're feeling much better now, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, Master... please..." She is screaming in her head but she can't stop herself from being exactly what he wants, saying exactly what he wants.

"Please what... you know what I want." His voice has a dangerous edge.

"Please, let him come out, I need him, give me the beast!"

"That's more like it." He purrs and then slowly begins to change. He's been experimenting with partial transformation. He feels the tentacles coming out of his back, his body growing but he hangs onto his human form as much as he's able. Of course he allows his member to grow and change.

"Do you see what I've done for you, Trillia, isn't this more pleasing to look at?" He had managed to keep most of his face the same except his teeth were jagged and sharp and his eyes were yellow with a vertical slit. His body was a cross between his human form and the monster, large, and bumpy but still similar to his human shape. His legs though are gone, transformed into tentacles.

She is writhing on the bed, "Please...help me."

"Yes, I most certainly will help you." He growls as his tentacles wrap around her legs spreading her wide for him. His other tentacles hold her arms above her head.

"Tell me again..."

"Please, Master..."

"Tell me!"

"I want you inside of me, please!" She is thrusting up as he grins.

"Of course, how can I deny you..."

Her screams reach the attic and the women shrink into themselves, tears running down their faces.

*****

Drey keeps trying but he cannot seem to make the staff work. "Try again, Drey. Focus on seeing a shield around all of us."

"I don't know what this is doing, it isn't like we have magic to throw at it to see if it works. How are we going to know if it will protect all of us or not?" He lumbers over to the edge of the cliff, looking out over a long valley. They had not traveled far from the Sacred Site of Transformation. He had to get the staff to work to even find the Wizard. He closes his eyes and begins to think of Trillia. He misses her so much. He remembers their last time together, replaying it in his mind. He opens his eyes and the staff is glowing.

"Rantalian! Look it's glowing!" But as his thoughts move from Trillia to Rantalian, the glowing fades.

"What is it, Drey?"

"It was just glowing. I swear it was!"

"I believe you but it isn't glowing now."

Drey thought about what he had been doing before he noticed it glowing. He was frustrated, thinking about finding the wizard. He thought about the wizard harder, trying to focus on finding him but nothing happens. He had been thinking about Trillia. He brought her into his mind’s eye, the shape of her, the sound of her. Still nothing.

He thinks about them being together, of how he feels about her especially when they are touching. The staff flickers. He thinks about touching Trillia, how soft her skin is, how she feels when he enters her. The staff is glowing brightly now.

"Wow... what'd you do?"

"I'm thinking about Trillia." He decides not to tell him how he is thinking of her.

"Move around as you think about her and see if it glows stronger or lighter as you move." There is excitement in Rantalian's voice. He is just as desperate to find his mate.

Drey moves to his left and right and it stays pretty much the same. He turns around and it glows so bright it is hard to look at.

"That's more like it, it's time to fly!" Rantalian rumbles.

Drey holds it out in front of him as he flies up into the air. He watches the staff closely as he thinks about Trillia, the first time they were together and how strong and courageous she was. The glow begins to fade and he turns to the right and the glow is strong again. He keeps Trillia in his mind, remembering how she feels, how she sounds, how she tastes. He keeps adjusting until they are flying Southeast. They fly until the sun sets.

"We have to land, Drey, we all want to find them as much as you, but we need to rest and eat."

Drey knows Rantalian is right but he feels so connected to her as he thinks about her and sees the staff glowing. He knows it is leading them to her and the others.

They land and set up camp. They don't even try to find a cave; they are too tired and hungry. Besides, who is going to mess with four dragons?

*****

Trillia groans as her eyes flutter open. Everything hurts. She tries to get up but she feels so weak. She knows she needs to eat. She glances down and winces as she sees dried blood on her inner thighs. She then notices bruises on her stomach and legs. Seems he likes to be rough even if she is willing. She gags. Not that she is actually willing but she does not have a choice. She carefully makes her way to the water closet. She splashes water on her face and then cleans herself up as best she can.

She needs to find the wizard. She needs to eat. She wanders down the hall and stops at one of the large open windows. She looks down at a sheer cliff that runs along the whole side, as much as she can see of it anyway. No escape that way, at least not unless she and the others can shift. She passes several rooms but he is not in any of them. She finds the stairs and carefully makes her way down. She comes out into a great hall. There are large paintings on the walls of beautiful mountains and lakes. Not much in the way of furniture, just a few small tables along the walls and a few chairs beside them. She moves through an open doorway and sees him sitting on a lounger looking out over a large open balcony overlooking the ocean.

"Ah, there you are. Did you sleep well? I slept like a baby." He chuckles and then pulls her to him. "You were a wild thing last night and wore me out."

She swallows hard and her mouth feels so dry. "Master, may I have something to eat and drink?"

"Oh, where are my manners? The kitchen is through here. I do have servants that will cook you whatever you want to eat." He pulls her down another hallway into a large kitchen with a man and woman; he's stirring something in a large pot and she is peeling some kind of root vegetable.

"Get her something to eat!" He growls at them. The man quickly dishes up some soup from the pot and the woman pours her a glass of water and brings a slab of bread to her.

Trillia slowly eats as she is afraid it will all come back up again. She manages to keep it down out of sheer will power. She needs her strength. He sits watching her.

"Master, may I take some up to my friends? Please?"

"Well, I don't know..."

"Haven't I done everything you've asked, willingly?"

"Yes, you have been obedient."

"Then could you please let me take care of them?"

His eyes flash, "How will you take care of me?"

She swallows as the soup is trying to make its way back up. "You know I will do anything you want me to do."

"That isn't what I asked. You want to take care of them and I want to know how you are going to take care of me?"

"Do you want me to cook for you? Or clean?"

"You know that is not what I have in mind. Try harder." He growls.

"I could massage your shoulders. I used to do that for my father when he came home tired from the fields."

"Hmmmm, that could be nice and then what would you do?" He looks at her eagerly.

He is going to make her lose the little bit of food she was able to stomach.

"I can rub your feet."

"Mmmmm, you're getting warmer. The beast wants to know what you will do for him."

The servants had thankfully left the room.

At his mention of the beast, she feels her skin tingle and an ache grow between her legs. What had he done to her?

He chuckles as a tentacle grows out of his back and comes around stroking down her body. "You feel it don't you? It's a nice side affect from the continued use of the cream."

Her body is leaning into the tentacle as it caresses her. She is screaming in her head.

"Yes, you may feed your friends." He laughs as he gets up and walks away.

*****

Drey wakes up growling. He was having a horrid nightmare about Trillia and things the wizard was doing to her. He shakes his head trying to wake the rest of the way up. He hopes they are only nightmares but his tail thumps the ground and he feels twitchy. The sun is just coming up over the horizon.

"Wake up, Rantalian." Drey growls as he pushes him with his hind paw. "Hey, I want to get going."

"Yeah, I'm up, okay." Rantalian sits up and rubs his paws over his jaw and stomach. He nudges the dragons next to him and they all get up, head to the stream to rinse the sleep away and take a good long drink.

Drey forces the obscene picture of Trillia out of his head and thinks about how she feels, how she smells, how she tastes. The staff begins to glow.

"Let's go." Drey growls as he flies up and through the air with the staff glowing the brightest towards the southeast once again.

"Drey, I see dragons flying this way. Let's land in that field, see what they want.

They land and wait until the three dragons join them. Drey recognizes them as three more they found shifter maidens for, that brings the number to six not counting him. He wonders if the other three will catch up to them as well. He hopes so as he imagines the more dragons the better. Rantalian explains everything to the new three including the sacrifice Drey has agreed to once they defeat the wizard.

"We need to go." Drey can't wait any longer, the urgency in his scaled body is telling him they need to hurry. They fly up into the sky and he focuses on his love for Trillia, her body, her scent, as his body stirs so does the Staff. They fly until Rantalian tells him they need to stop and rest. Drey does not want to stop but he knows they have to. Several go out hunting and they bring back quite a few boar and deer. They fill their bellies and then get back on their way. He hopes controlling the staff this way is what the sorceress was talking about but somehow he doesn't think so. This staff was going to get them there regardless because she had said it would either protect them all or only him. That meant there was something else he had to figure out but how was he going to unlock the next piece?

*****

Trillia had the servants help her bring the food and water up to the attic where the shift maidens were chained up. The servant set the food on the table and walked out never even looking at the women or anything else in the room.

"Trillia!" Benoria looked at her body in horror, she is bruised, battered, and swollen. "Let me take care of him tonight you can't take anymore of this!"

"No... it has to be me. If I don't do what he says, he will hurt you worse. Trust me, you haven't seen... he changes, he is a monster." Trillia shivers. She hands a bowl to each of them and gives them a glass of water. "I don't know how often he will let me feed you but I will do my best to get up here at least once a day."

"It's alright, Trillia, we'll be alright." She realizes that some of the women have soiled themselves.

"I will see what I can do to get him to let you use the facilities. This is ridiculous!" She had a renewed since of strength. She almost ran down the stairs and found him in his study, sitting at his desk working over some formula.

"Ah, Trillia, Did you feed them already?"

"Master, is there somewhere else you can lock them up? Somewhere they can be able to relieve themselves without having to sit in it."

He frowned and she had a feeling he hadn't thought about that. "I do have a dungeon. I put you up in the attic because I wanted you to see my labratory but they will probably do better down there. They wouldn't have to be chained to the wall and they could move about in their cells."

She didn't like the thought of them in a dungeon but it was better than where they were at. She nods her head.

"Alright, I will take care of it after." He looks at her pointedly.

"After?"

"You made a promise to take care of me, more to the point, the beast."

Her breathing quickens. Damn, how long does the cream last?

He chuckles seeing her consternation on her face. "Still feeling it aren't you. That's just wonderful.” He says with glee. “I've been working on the formula trying to make it last longer. He pulls out a ledger and makes some notes. He sets it aside and then looks back at her. "Well..."

She moves around the desk and kneels in front of him. "Yes, Master." One of his tentacles grows out of his back and comes around, rubbing against her. "My beast really likes you. I've never seen him respond to anyone the way he responds to you."

There is something in his tone that puzzles Trillia, admiration?

He moves his robe to the side and she watches his member grow into the beast’s member. "Yes, he quite likes you.” He chuckles. “See, he wants your attention."

She tries not to gag as she leans forward, licking up the length of it.

"No... that isn't doing it for him. Bend over."

She shudders but obeys him. More tentacles come out and wrap around her, one reaches around sliding in and out of her mouth. The tentacles that are not wrapped around her are petting her, caressing her. She feels him pressing against her dark hole and tries to breath. As much as she hates it, she wishes he would put more of the cream on her. It made it more palatable. "M-master..."

"Hmmmmm?"

"Could you, could you use the cream?"

He starts laughing, his hand strokes up her back. This is working even better than he had hoped. "Yes, I certainly can. He opens a drawer and pulls out another jar. He begins spreading it all over her as the tentacles pick her up and turn her this way and that, allowing him to get to every inch of her. He even slathers it into each of her openings.

"Better darling?"

She nods as a single tear slides down. He frowns. "Don't you dare cry. You will enjoy this or suffer the consequences."

"Y-yes Master." She brushes the tear away and tries to smile, it is more of a grimace but it satisfies him.

"Good, much better now, back in position. His tentacles turn her around and bend her over, bending and spreading her legs. He waits a moment, admiring her bottom until she begins to wiggle and squirm. He waits a little longer. He loves this part.

She begins to pant. "Master, please..."

"Mmmmm, I love it when you beg." He watches her toes curl, and he watches as moisture collects and begins to drip from her folds. He should have been watching her like this before. It is fascinating to see her body respond to the cream. Her dark hole begins to pucker. He lightly touches it with his fingers and it pushes out like it is searching for something and then puckers again. He chuckles. "You really want it don't you."

"Yes, please, Master..."

"Tell me..."

"Let him out, please let him out!

He chuckles some more but makes her wait. He is fascinated by her bodies reactions and how it is responding.

"The Beast, please, let him out!"

He roars and the shift comes over him swiftly and he rams into her. This time she does not scream. This time she moans.