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“My liege, Sir Gadrys of Korlone approaches.” The attendant stepped aside, letting the monarch of the kingdom of Sorlin lay his eyes on their guest. Gadrys was a fairly impressive man, over six and a half feet tall and with visible muscle to spare. His brown hair was kept in a spiky bush by a circlet around his head, framing almost perfectly that chiseled face which seemed to be locked in an expression of perpetual cockiness. He held on his back a blade that seemed nearly to touch the ground, and was broad enough to rival one of the warrior’s arms. It was easy to see why the man had renown to spare, even without knowing what that renown was.

King Hiras, however, knew the renown well enough. That was why he had summoned Gadrys in the first place. “Sir Gadrys. It’s good to see you here and well.”

“I’m never not well, sir.” The brashness in Gadrys’s voice was impossible to miss. “Especially when I’ve got a great job coming up. Hope you weren’t just blowing smoke to get me running here, though, because I really wanna take a crack at what you were talking about.”

“Certainly not, the situation is as concerning as I said.” King Hiras bowed his head. “Two fortnights ago, it was, it was spotted overhead. A dragon flying overhead…something that inspires terror even to this day. One can never truly trust the word of dragons who claim commitment to peace, but this one…”

“He have any words for you?”

“None. Merely flew into the forest and then erected that twisted spire that you can see.” King Hiras looked out the window, gazing at the twisted mass of black rock poking out of the middle of the woods; there was an unnatural darkness about it, one that sent shivers down his spine. “There can be no question…it is a corruption dragon.”

“A corruption dragon?” echoed Gadrys. “I thought those were all killed off ages ago. Where could one have been hiding all this time?”

“That is the story, but rumors have been swirling…this is not the first one that has been sighted of late, and some are now suggesting that enough survived to rebuild their numbers in secret. Perhaps now there are enough of them that they no longer fear making their presence known again. But my concern is more immediate…they are known to be disastrous creatures, capable of spreading widespread blights, diseases, poisons, and other sick twistings that can turn people in nefarious ways. Already I fear that the forest around the spire is being tainted…but if that taint reaches the kingdom, then we may have no recourse against it.”

“And so you need a dragonslayer to put an end to him before he can do that,” concluded Gadrys, folding his arms and nodding. “And of course, naturally, you’d go calling for a TRUE dragonslayer, not a poser who thinks he could do it but someone who’s felled them before.”

“Of course. I have heard of your exploits, Sir Gadrys. Three to your name, no? Few can boast more than one in this day and age, not since the dragons have held their supposed truce. How have you managed such a feat?”

“That’s just how good I am, sir,” grinned the slayer. “With this deal in my hands, your dragon problem is as good as taken care of. And you’ll have my payment ready when I return, no?”

King Hiras nodded. “Of course. It is a considerable sum, but far less than what we would lose were this creature to lay waste to Sorlin. I await word of your success, Sir Gadrys.”

“You won’t have to wait long! I can’t wait to have a go at this beast…you’ll be celebrating soon enough.”

———

Some might have called Gadrys arrogant. Gadrys would have said that he’d earned it - not just anyone could take down dragons. Not just anyone tried these days, though - the world had changed, and there wasn’t as much of a conflict with dragons as there used to be. It was called a truce, but an uneasy one - dragons had agreed not to attack aggressively, but reserved the right to defend themselves, and those who were targets for them before didn’t entirely trust that they would hold up their end of the bargain. Particularly humans, who made up the bulk of those who still called themselves dragonslayers. It was a term any could use who claimed to be willing to take on a dragon, though few of them had actually done so. Their record didn’t matter, though, if someone wanted a warrior to take on what they thought was a threat.

Gadrys boasted more than just talk, though. Or, at least, so he liked to brag. He had indeed slain three dragons, just as he had said…though anyone who knew the true stories about them might not have been so inclined to be impressed. One was a very young dragon, barely large enough to be a threat. One had been severely wounded by other means, and Gadrys had simply picked him off as the opportunity had arisen. The one full-fledged dragon he’d taken down, he’d ambushed it its sleep and done a good deal of damage before it could fight back properly, giving him more than enough edge to finish it off. It was still technically three kills, though, and Gadrys wasn’t about to let the truth downplay the accomplishment. After all, as far as he was concerned, you needed to be slick to take out a creature of that kind of power, and being underhanded wasn’t foul play at all.

A corruption dragon was going to be a more difficult challenge, to be sure - they were known for being highly intelligent and crafty, among the more formidable foes even among dragons even if they were slightly smaller and had less raw power. But Gadrys wasn’t worried - they’d been wiped out once before, so they couldn’t be all that special. A few of the blighters must have survived somewhere isolated, but Gadrys wasn’t worried, rather he loved the idea of being able to hunt them down and finish them off and make even more of a name for himself. He could only imagine the kind of reputation he’d get for wiping out an entire race of dragons…it would have to make his name known throughout the entire world.

Still, he had to start with one. This one, in particular. Once he was paid for this job, he’d have plenty of resources to take on the rest of them. It was going to be the most lucrative bounty he’d ever scored, and he’d be able to get quite a lot of goodies with it, on top of what he might find in that twisted spire. Though Gadrys was a bit leery about taking much out of there, corruption dragons could leave some nasty traps for those thinking they could scrounge in their lairs…there had to be something in there he could use, or at least take and purify later, but he took some well-protected gloves just in case.

The journey to the spire was not the longest he’d ever taken, though it started a bit rough given that he spent the night before partying and carousing, a pre-celebration for his inevitable victory. He always did go hard with that, but no one could really tell him not to, even if some of them tried. He’d woken up feeling like crap as usual, but with a couple days to shake it off, he had no worries about being fresh in time to do his duty. Once he was on the road, he was all business, ready with everything he could bear - strong protective body armor, durable boots, sturdy gauntlets, and his ludicrously massive blade, the likes of which very few could ever hope to wield. The only thing bigger than Gadrys’s sword was his confidence, and few men could handle the magnitude of either one.

It was the middle of the third day after he left that Gadrys neared the spire, but it didn’t look like it. As he got closer, the scenery darkened severely, the trees becoming more gnarled and taking on a darker color, the ground turning black and slightly murky, the skies occluded with a dark miasma. There was an eerie quiet in the air, there wasn’t much in the way of wildlife sounds and only a weird, creepy breeze through the distorted trees. It would have been enough for most to be rattled, and some to completely turn around and take off…for Gadrys, he wasn’t even mildly perturbed. It all just seemed like a good backdrop for his triumph, casting away the darkness and restoring the forest to what it should have been.

He didn’t even miss a step as he entered into the spire. It was a mass of ebon soil fused together by something that Gadrys couldn’t identify, something dark and slick that looked like it might poison him if he even touched it with bare flesh. Gadrys wasn’t sure what was going on, but he could tell this was some kind of advanced corruption, something you didn’t want to mess with if you cared about your life. Confidence aside, he wasn’t about to take any chances with that stuff, and decided to hurry along up the spire. A couple of openings in the walls tempted him as he ascended, but looking inside each room, he could see reasons to pass them up - one had a lot of sharp, pointed spikes leaking some sinister fluid, and uneven floors that looked like they were meant to make sure contact was made with said spikes, another was clouded with a much denser miasma than the rest of the area, something he was sure he didn’t want to breathe in, and yet another had several creatures prowling around, looking like animals warped by corruption and probably carrying something unpleasant within their fangs and claws. And those were just the open rooms, there were others as he climbed that were blocked off with some solid mass of dark stuff - Gadrys was pretty sure just touching them would be bad news, and shunted away any curiosity about what was behind them.

Owing to his haste and lack of distraction, it was a fairly quick jaunt up the spire to his destination - partway up, the spike opened out into a large, flat room, with strange objects hanging from the walls, some directly on them and some on hooks from higher up above, and a host of gnarled furnishings and shelves and tables off to the sides. And, most importantly, one corruption dragon. With inky gray scales that almost looked like liquid, radiant purple eyes, and obsidian claws and horns and fangs, there was no doubt it was the master of this domain. It wasn’t terribly large - corruption dragons were among the smaller of their kind in general - but considering it was still distinctly larger than a sturdy warhorse, it was nothing to scoff at. Which didn’t stop Gadrys from doing so. “This is it? You’re not even as big as the last dragon I took down! This will be a piece of cake. Your time ends here, dragon!”

“…Really.” The dragon sounded thoroughly unimpressed. His deep voice had a sort of croon to it that almost seemed out of place except for the rumble underneath. “Don’t you think it’s more polite to introduce yourself before the death threats? Honestly, slayers have no manners these days.”

Gadrys huffed, but tried not to lose his cool; the dragon was trying to get his goat a little, but it wouldn’t work. “I am Sir Gadrys of Korlone, renowned warrior and dragonslayer! Look upon me in awe, before the light is stripped from your eyes! Know that my elimination of you will earn me honors you could only dream of, as much reward as your miserable life deserves, dragon!”

“You are a pompous one, aren’t you?” The dragon rose up, tail flicking around behind him as he stepped one pace towards Gadrys, who took his own back. “I am Kalkover. And you, Sir Gadrys, are being rather a nuisance and disruption to my research. So if you would be so kind, I’d ask you to run along and scurry back to whatever roach’s den you came from. It will be to both of our benefit, trust me.”

“I would never trust a dragon!” declared Gadrys fiercely. “Your ‘research’ is nothing more than a plague upon this land!”

“Well, I suppose that’s true in some ways. After all, I am trying to learn about the long-term effects of certain types of corruption on environmental life. Hard to do that without exposing some life to it, right?” Kalkover spoke so casually about it, and that was really starting to get to Gadrys - he almost felt like he wasn’t even being taken seriously. “I am keeping it constrained, since I want to test resistances after I’ve gotten more data and I need to make sure I have clean data sets.”

“How…can you speak so casually about such monstrosity?! Your noxious ways are laying waste to this forest!”

“Well, if a certain race hadn’t spent so much time going after corruption dragons like myself, this research would already have been done, most likely,” remarked Kalkover, a bit of asperity creeping into his voice. “I have to confirm some things from predecessors that are no longer with us before I can expand on it. Learning about these blights can provide insight into how to more effectively distribute them or suppress them, and see how quickly an environment can bounce back from exposure. It’s really quite interesting research that could have applications even to you humans, particularly your agriculture-”

“I won’t hear any more of this nonsense! I have a bounty waiting for me, and I’m eager to get to using it to turn you and all your kind into trophies to mount on my wall!” Gadrys yanked the oversized blade off of his back and raised it threateningly. “Sorlin’s king will be quite glad to know I’ve rid the world of a bit more of this madness!”

Kalkover sighed deeply. “Of course, I should have known. A dull-minded money-grubber such as yourself could hardly appreciate the fascination of my work. Sorlin’s king put you up to this, did he? I shall need to have a chat with him about minding his own business.”

“You’ll do nothing to him, you’ll be too dead to even try!” Gadrys charged, raising his sword high, but a quick, forceful wingbeat threw him back. He rose again, facing Kalkover head-on, the dragon braced for his own fight.

“I think you’ll find me harder to erase than that, warrior.” A couple clouds of something sinister formed in the air near the dragon, condensing and then surging towards Gadrys. The warrior dove out of the way in a hurry, avoiding the clouds as they burst against the floor and wall well behind him. Scarcely had he risen up again before he saw Kalkover raise his wings, an electric surge collecting between them. Not unexpected, corruption dragons were known to use attacks and elements not of their nature. The lightning orb was tossed as Gadrys, who batted it aside with his sword.

“That’s a playtime move, dragon! I’m a real warrior, you won’t get me with parlor tricks!” He charged again, jumping over a couple of fire shots that pelted the ground underneath him and trying to lay a devastating cleave on Kalkover. The dragon was able to scramble back, but took a gash on the shoulder for the trouble. A cloud of miasma forced Gadrys back before he could follow-up, leaving him with only the one score. Good enough, Gadrys was sure the enchantment on the blade would make that damage spread and build, slowly weakening the dragon and making him an easy target. “Hah! Take that, monster!”

“Mmph. A decay blight. Devious. However…I think you may have overlooked something.” Kalkover’s expression became smug, and Gadrys’s shocked, as the wound rapidly sealed up, rather than building on itself. “Corruption dragon. We’re designed to thrive off of such things, remember?”

Shit! He hadn’t even thought about that…of course a decay blight wouldn’t work on them, they probably invented the damn effect. Gadrys shook off the frustration of his failure, though, and surged forth again - the enchantment might not be effective, but he still had a monstrous sword that was more than capable of cleaving a head off at the neck, if he could just land the solid blow. But Kalkover beat him back with a wind burst again, which also flung the miasma towards him…he coughed as he felt some of it get in and make his lungs ache. He dove down to get out of the hazardous air, affected but not out.

“I have plenty more tricks to protect myself, Sir Gadrys,” rumbled Kalkover as the human regained his footing. “But I’m not interested in a prolonged fight. One more chance. Leave now, or suffer consequences beyond any you could ever imagine.”

“Hah! Scared already? You know how this is going to end, dragon - with your severed head on my future mantle! For gold and glory!” He charged again, ignoring the ‘so be it’ from Kalkover, ready to lay down a punishing overhead swing that would surely put the beast down, if not out. He could see the cheers of the townspeople, the heaps of gold given to him by the king, the adulation and reputation of a fourth dragon down with many more to come…

He could also see Kalkover opening his mouth.

Before Gadrys was ready for it, a bizarre dark mass billowed from the dragon’s maw. It caught the human unprepared, causing him to stop suddenly before he was ready as the stuff - whatever it was, he couldn’t tell, only that it splatted and clung to him - hit him square and full, and then he was beaten back again by another wingbeat of wind, sending him sprawling to the ground. The sword took its time to crash down with a clang, thankfully not on top of him, and another burst of blackness hit the blade. Gadrys growled a bit, trying to get back into fighting position, but he was breathing hard, the landing had hit him pretty fierce and he was unusually fatigued from it.

“I did warn you. I wasn’t going to let you have a victory like that…now you’re going to find yourself in a real difficult bind.”

“I’m just getting started, dragon.” Gadrys managed to get to his knees, and grabbed his sword to take another charge. “I’ll get this in you one way or…what?” His threat was derailed as he looked at the sword…sizable pieces had already been chewed out of it, and they were slowly spreading! There was a darkness at the spots where it was being eaten away, dissolving right in front of his eyes! His brilliant sword, he couldn’t believe it, couldn’t accept it, but as he dropped it like it was burning hot, the blade shattered into several pieces, all of which continued to be consumed.

But that was only the start of Gadrys’s problems, as with horror he realized that it wasn’t just the sword - his armor was being disintegrated as well! And not just that, also the clothing underneath, all of it was being eaten away like a caustic acid had gotten to it, the holes widening and pieces sloughing off. Panic gripped him as he realized that his defenses and weapons had been stripped away from him in totality…even the pack he had taken to carry his provisions was being destroyed, as well as all the contents! He was being rendered more helpless than he could ever remember being…it was too much, he had to get out, had to regroup! But that hope was dashed as soon as he looked over and saw that the stairway was covered with the black substance he’d seen before…it was utterly closed off, unless he wanted to chance trying to break his way through, and without protection, that seemed a fool’s errand.

“Now you might start to see what kind of trouble you’re in.” Kalkover had a pretty smug tone to his voice, but at this point it was well-deserved, as Gadrys was a bit of a whimpering wreck. The last of his coverings had been totally eaten away before long, leaving him on the floor, utterly naked. Everything was gone, all the armor, all the accessories, every shred of clothing, and of course, the sword…all so completely consumed that one would never have realized they were ever there at all.

“What…how? What did you…what did you do?!”

“A very advanced corruptive breath. Ideally calibrated to utterly deconstruct most inorganics and inert organics. In other words, covering just about anything other than living flesh and certain compounds like what makes hair, horns, and the like. I’ve spent a lot time perfecting the exact essence of corruption it requires, and passing it along to others of my kind. It’s our best defense, I’ve yet to see anything stand up to it that isn’t borne of us.” Kalkover took steps towards Gadrys, who was starting to feel like the size difference between them was more than he’d thought it was. “And now…you’re nothing compared to me. You weren’t much before, but there’s no denying it now.”

“No…this…no…” Gadrys had never felt like this before - so completely outclassed and incapable. But then again, nothing had ever put him in this kind of position before. “I…I can’t…I don’t want…”

“You know, after all that bluster earlier, it really is gratifying to see you squirm like a pathetic little worm. You may not be the first idiot to try to attack me, but you were easily the worst. I’ll be glad to take care of you once and for all…but perhaps I can show a little mercy, if I can get something out of you instead.”

Gadrys’s jaw clenched hard. He didn’t want to give anything to Kalkover except a messy death, but that was looking increasingly unlikely…if he could only get out of here, he could have his revenge, though. “What…is it you want out of me?”

“Heh, you must think it’ll be easy if you’re even entertaining the notion. I’m sure you’ll rethink that. What I want out of you, is your submission. Your surrender. Your BODY.”

“My…what?! NO! Absolutely not!” Gadrys couldn’t have been more scandalized at the mere suggestion - what Kalkover was suggesting was an affront, an indecency, a sin of the highest order! “I will not allow a dragon to defile me in that manner! Never ever!”

“You say that, but your options are quite limited here. You go nowhere without my assent. You will not leave this room as I currently have it. And I have more than enough options to incapacitate you as I desire, while you have none - nothing you could find in this room could remotely harm me, in fact it all would more likely empower me. If you are not going to give me what I want, then your usefulness will only be as a subject of my research - and I guarantee you I can get quite a lot of mileage out of testing various corruptions on you before you succumb. And that’s assuming I couldn’t take what I wanted out of you anyway.” Kalkover stepped towards Gadrys, looming over him with all the aggression of a dragon, even if more visibly restrained. “Choose carefully. Clinging to your foolish pride will result in intolerable agony…discard it and you may find yourself spared the worst of fates.”

Gadrys was sweating now. The promise of untold agonies was as terrifying as it got…he absolutely didn’t want to surrender anything to Kalkover, but there was no denying the truth of his position at the moment. The only chance he had was lulling the dragon into complacency and finding some way to escape...it was going to mean a failure of actually doing his task, but survival meant more than that. Sorlin could rot if it meant he lived to slay again another day. As distasteful as it seemed…he had to at least act like he was submitting. “I…” Gadrys had to swallow hard, feeling a little bile at even the impression of it. “I sur…render. I will…s-service you…”

Kalkover smirked. “Try not to sound so chagrined by it, human. You may perhaps even enjoy it.” It took all Gadrys had not to reply back sharply to that, though he wasn’t so sure the dragon would’ve minded if he had. Kalkover wasn’t giving him a lot of time to get used to the idea, though, as he sat back on his haunches, spreading himself a bit to show a barely perceptible slit in those dusky scales, out of which a spire of flesh was erecting. Gadrys recoiled a bit at the sight - it was quite large and thick, pointed at the tip, deep black, veiny, and gnarled, twisting a bit and dotted with noxious thorns which were leaking some sinister fluids, and with a thicker bulge at the base. Such a cock seemed more like a war crime than a tool of pleasure…it took everything Gadrys had to remind himself that this was a matter of life and death, and no one had to know that he was forced into debauchery by Kalkover, especially not when he came back and laid waste to the miserable creature to ensure HIS silence on the matter.

“Staring at it, while satisfying on some level, isn’t doing what you’re tasked with doing.” Kalkover’s voice wasn’t making things easier, so confident and easy, he knew he had the advantage here and it maddened Gadrys. But the human was in no position to argue…he crawled over on his hands and knees, his meaningless reticence on full display as he approached Kalkover. The dragon’s cock loomed in front of him, thicker and longer than his forearm by a fair bit…there was no way he was getting all of it in anywhere, surely. As if aware of his thoughts, the dragon rumbled over him. “You need not concern yourself with swallowing it all. But you must at least swallow my seed, so whatever it takes to get that out is your task. Fortunately for you, my work has left me little time to relieve myself, so perhaps you will have an easier time of it.”

Gadrys wasn’t so sure that was a good thing - less time to mentally prepare for this was not making it easier, but on the other hand, maybe he could get it over with faster. At least the tip of it was pointed, he could at least fit his mouth around the first inch or two of that dick. As he did so, he was met with a thick, harsh taste, almost acrid, leaving a light burning feeling on his tongue and mouth and filling his senses with the flavor of Kalkover. The scent flooding his nose wasn’t much better, making his eyes water a bit at the sharpness. Still, he tried to bear through it, bringing his hands up to fondle that thick shaft. They too started to burn and tingle a bit as they rubbed that gnarled length, the caustic corruptive fluids making him struggle a bit.

The burn, at least, started to recede a bit with exposure, never fully going away but decreasing to a level that could be secondary to the feelings of disgust he had at sexually servicing a dragon. Gadrys was not at all intending to swallow a single drop of Kalkover’s cum, there was a limit to how much he would debase himself and he would have liked to see the dragon try to make it happen. It wasn’t as if he could fit into any part of Gadrys, what was the worst he could do? But he needed to put on a show of it, at least…he licked and slurped at the cocktip, pushing his tongue hesitantly inside the silt at the end, where the flavor was stronger, getting a rumble out of Kalkover. His fingers kept rubbing and squeezing that shaft, so thick he could barely get both hands around it. Never in his life had he thought he’d be doing something like this…the only reason he ever would have had to get his hands on a dragon penis was providing it to some deviant apothecary for use in aphrodisiacs, and he’d never done so, finding the idea of even touching one just a little bit too perverted to justify. Now he was having to do so, and not even for money…what a travesty.

A gush of fluid rushed into his mouth suddenly, and he almost choked on it…despite his vow, a reflexive swallow brought some of the noxious stuff down his gullet, where it burned and slightly stung all the way down. Most of the rest dribbled down the shaft, spread over by his hands. Kalkover was rumbling a bit, whether amused or pleasured Gadrys couldn’t tell. “Human, don’t ignore the thorns. They are quite sensitive. Take some of the fluid they leak and lick it up.”

That certainly wasn’t something Gadrys wanted to do, but a bit of relief from that gusher of precum was just welcome enough. He pulled away from the tip briefly as his finger brushed flexed one of the thorns, getting it to emit a viscous, sticky, dusky substance. Gadrys wasn’t so sure about this, but he brought the finger to his face and licked it off and swallowed…he regretted it rapidly, as apart from the intensely sour taste, there was a delayed burning and tingling wherever the fluid had touched, making him squeeze his eyes shut and grimace from the sensations. He wasn’t so sure he hadn’t taken the torture option at this point! He went back to the tip of the dragon’s cock, at this point finding any flavor preferable to what he’d just been through.

That was when he was starting to feel the first bit of trouble. Namely…that he was finding any flavor preferable. Was it just his imagination, or did the dragon’s cock not taste as bad the second time around? It wasn’t triggering revulsion and repulse the way it had before…that little bit of burn renewed as he made contact again, but faded into something light and buzzy much faster…almost…pleasant? No, it couldn’t be, that was just an illusion, he was so overwhelmed by everything that some stuff just didn’t register the way it should. But Gadrys was feeling an odd relaxation creep in, and even…a mild arousal? No, he couldn’t be, but trying to deny the growing erection was harder and harder, and the slight burn and tingle in his loins…Kalkover must have been toying with him, maybe that fluid had been some kind of deviant aphrodisiac, designed to humiliate him further. It would likely be mission accomplished, but he could endure, all he needed to do was survive and then he could have his revenge…he just had to not let things get too out of control.

But that was getting harder and harder. Kalkover’s precum was leaking more copiously as he continued to work that shaft, forcing him to swallow more of that somewhat bitter tainted essence…except, every time it forced its way into his mouth, the taste was getting less and less aversive, and more desirable. He couldn’t even bring himself to pull away after a few gushes, despite knowing that he should. It was just that he was sure Kalkover was getting closer and pausing would give the dragon’s pleasure a chance to recede, making him have to endure this longer…that was what he asserted as he kept working on him, bearing through those gushes. He brought more of the thorn emissions into play as well, smearing them on the head of Kalkover’s cock to slurp off with his tongue…that sourness was even more quickly turning appealing, something he really didn’t want to think about. All of this was doing the trick, though, Kalkover was throbbing a bit, growling deeply, he was sure the dragon was on the verge, all he needed to do was get him right there and then pull off and deny the dragon the satisfaction of making Gadrys drink his seed…

Just as he was about to pull up, though, a heavy, scaly paw thumped the back of his head, forcing him DOWN onto the cock, his mouth stretching as another inch forced its way in, the tip nudging the back of his throat. A roar from above, and suddenly that throbbing got a lot fiercer, and then Gadrys felt it, a thick gush of burning fluid pulsing out into his mouth. He flailed a bit as the majority of it forced its way down his throat, some of it washing back and bathing his tongue in musky flavor, bitter and sour to start with the slightest sweet and salty undertones that were barely perceptible. And he couldn’t swallow any of it, not with how much was being driven into his throat, gusher after gusher, his stomach filling up and his mouth leaking what couldn’t come out, leaving the dragon’s dick a sloppy mess from his seed. And there was nothing Gadrys could do to stop it, Kalkover had as firm a grip on him as he needed, he was feeling the real strength of even a smaller dragon now…

But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the sudden rush in his body. Gadrys felt himself shudder as a burning and tingling spread through him, a weird feeling that got to be weirdly GOOD, faster and harder than he ever expected, especially in his loins which were burning much more fiercely. He wanted to try to rub them, to get this feeling away from them, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull his hands from Kalkover’s dick, smearing dragon seed all over it as his those sensations got ever fiercer and hotter…and then Gadrys’s eyes rolled back as he started to cum, hard, harder than he ever had before, a menacing orgasm rocking his body, one that wasn’t stopping no matter what. As more seed pumped into his throat, his pleasure kept surging, his hips bucking as he expelled more seed, and then when that stopped, the burn just got stronger as he tried to loose more, couldn’t, felt things heating up more, the sensations changing in a way he couldn’t comprehend…

Gadrys’s mind blanked out a few times during this, and only with the cessation of Kalkover’s orgasm was he allowed to regain his senses at all. But something was definitely off…his head was spinning, and he was yearning for more of that delicious flavor. He couldn’t even stop himself from pulling off of the dragon’s cock - only unconsciously recognizing the dragon wasn’t holding him there anymore - and lapping up as much of the seed that was coating it as he could. And he didn’t try to dodge the thorns, either, his tongue making effort to focus in on them and get them to leak that delightfully sour stuff that he didn’t understand but decidedly enjoyed. He couldn’t stop himself until the dragon’s cock and groin had been totally licked clean…only then did he realize what he’d been doing, and it didn’t give him the revulsion he thought it should.

“Enjoying yourself, pet?”

“Yes, sir.” The response was so automatic that Gadrys didn’t realize he’d spoken it, and then the shook his head quickly and snapped to attention. “Wait, what?! No! That’s…that’s not…I wasn’t…” The burst of indignation didn’t sustain itself well, though, and even as he spoke he felt himself slipping. “What’s…what’s going…” Gadrys’s confusion turned to panic as he realized something felt different down below…he looked down, and with horror saw nothing that he wanted to see. His body’s muscle, drained and smoothed! His impressive cock and virile balls, his pride and joy, totally gone! In their place, the parts of a female! “What did you do?! U-undo this immediately! I’m not a female! Give me my dick back! Give me my body back!”

“But you look so appealing like this, pet,” Kalkover murred deviously. “Much better than you did before, if I do say so myself.”

“Stop s-saying that! I’m not, I’m not your…I’m not! Stop!” Gadrys wasn’t feeling good that he couldn’t spit out exactly what he wanted to say. “T-turn me back, right now! You did this, you can un-did it!”

Gadrys looked up at Kalkover’s eyes, and that was his big mistake. Suddenly he was captivated by those purple orbs as they stared back into him. “Relax, pet. You’re one step closer to being done with your punishment. Just calm down and move on.”

Immediately, Gadrys felt a calm wash over him. He was almost done…yes, almost done, just a little bit more and everything would be fine. “I…yes…what…what do you…want me to do?” His prior panic seemed a mile away, and so silly. Why did he have to worry? He was almost done, everything else was unimportant, he just needed to be done so he could…could…something was fuzzy in his head when he tried to think about that. What wasn’t so fuzzy was the rising heat in his new loins, a feeling of heat and want that he didn’t totally understand, but it felt good, somehow, like what he wanted it to be.

But he got distracted from even that when he saw Kalkover tilting back, laying on his back, while propping up his upper body against something. That thick, twisting, black cock just standing there, clearly ready for more…Gadrys found himself unable to take his eyes off of it. “What you need to do, pet, is mount me and ride me. Fill your new hole with my cock, and keep up with it until I’m done with you.”

That sounded like a fantastic idea to Gadrys…especially because it intensified the heat in his cunt. He wasn’t even thinking that much about it, just slowly stumbling his way to Kalkover and then clambering onto him, the dragon offering some support with his forearms to help Gadrys brace himself. It took a bit of adjustment, but Gadrys finally found himself resting on that tip, his needy pussy twitching at even that slight touch. It felt so good, so hot and with that wonderful little burn that felt absolutely divine…had he ever thought that was unpleasant? He clearly hadn’t been thinking straight, how could it feel anything but?

“That’s right, pet,” growled Kalkover. “Go ahead and do it…don’t worry at all about how big it is, you’ll take all of it and you’ll love it.”

Gadrys accepted this implicitly, and pushed himself down, letting several inches of that cock plunge into his vagina. A loud cry escaped him as he was stretched out quite a bit…that massive dragon dick warping his hole to fit around it, the burn from the fluids and the scratch from the thorns adding extra sensations that blew his mind wide open. And all of it felt incredible…it was pleasure unlike any he’d ever felt before, so much stronger than anything he’d ever felt with a cock that it made that part seem entirely superfluous. He found himself orgasming just a couple seconds in, crying out and clenching down, squeezing that thickness with everything he could. Kalkover’s arms held him up, and Gadrys clung to them, needing them to keep himself from toppling over in his utter bliss.

He calmed down after a little bit, but his lust hadn’t abated in the slightest…he pulled himself up and thumped back down, taking a little bit more of that cock as he did. Pulling out made those thorns flex and scratch harder, leaking more of their fluid into him…it was a fiercer burn where they did, but felt even better, and the tingling got sharper and the rubbing of dick against him more sensitive whenever they did. Gadrys wanted more of it, and he got it as he lifted himself and dropped down faster, deeper…he shuddered with another orgasm, plunging in deeper and feeling the tip of that cock push up against something tighter inside him, a squirt of precum bathing it and pulsing deeper into him. That fluid made him feel more relaxed, looser, giddy…an addled smile was on his face, he couldn’t remember ever feeling this good about anything.

“That’s right, pet, just relax and accept your master inside you,” Kalkover urged gently. “Your body’s waiting for more from me…you can give it to yourself. And think how good it’ll feel to be stuffed so full of me, how much you’ll love it…”

Gadrys couldn’t NOT think about it, not when it was put into his head so fiercely. He wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of Kalkover in him…to feel that knot spread him wide and lock into him, letting him feel his master’s load pulse into him and fill him up properly. There was a mild sense of disturbance as he thought that, making him wonder if that was really what he wanted…but then he rose up, and then dropped down harder, and felt his loosened body give in and let Kalkover deeper in, and then MUCH deeper…he didn’t stop until he was down up to the knot, his body visibly stretched around that thick tool, that slight resistance vaporized as a miniature climax washed everything away.

There was no more slowing down now, Gadrys had two goals and those were Kalkover’s knot and cum. And he knew he needed to work himself open for that…rising up and dropping down on that cock, which pierced him to the deepest core and felt absolutely incredible, every rub and scratch its own universe of bliss, every drool of fluid leaving its mark on him and he welcomed it, worshiped it, pleaded for it silently. How had he been missing this all his life? It seemed like very little else mattered in the face of it, what he’d been doing before was meaningless, this was where true satisfaction lay.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself a lot, my pet.” Kalkover certainly was as well, grinning as widely as he had this whole time. “But of course, that makes sense…that’s the point of it, after all. My patented dragonslayer cure…the thing that’s allowed our kind to come back from the brink.” He brought his hand up to rub against Gadrys’s face, the human pushing into the touch and moaning and shivering in euphoria. “Using some special corruption to overwhelm the hatred you have for our kind, to make you crave and relish our presence rather than revile it…and turning you into dragon makers rather than dragon killers. Our numbers still suffer as of now, but you will help me with this, just as the others have…you’ll help me bring more of our kind back into the world, rebuilding us to where we were, perhaps even beyond. And helping to bring back others that have suffered as well…yes, you will be one of the keys to our recovery, to restoring dragonkind to where it once was. And perhaps we will thrive far better without the senseless violence between our kinds…the fewer slayers there are out there, the better it will perhaps be for both our kinds.”

It was sinking in what Kalkover meant. Gadrys finally realizing it - the dragon had corrupted him into someone who could breed more of them, erasing the slayer in him and making him merely a breeder. It was insidious, devious…brilliant. His master had concocted an amazing method for thwarting his enemies and restoring his brethren all at once…how could Gadrys not be impressed? Surely, that meant that he was more than amply worthy of getting what he desired, and Gadrys wanted to be the one to give it to him, to have Kalkover knock him up and allow him to give birth to more dragons…his mind latched onto that, the desire to be bred redoubling on him over and over as he fixated on it, using it to fuel his efforts to take that knot and get filled with the corrupting dragon’s seed. He was so close, he could almost feel it…

But of course, it was Kalkover who was the superior one, and he finished what Gadrys hadn’t. His hands took hold of the human’s sides, and pulled him down HARD, popping that knot in fiercely, making Gadrys scream out rapturously as he came harder than even any of the previous times, his body shaking so madly it seemed like he might fall apart. And then came Kalkover’s roar, and Gadrys’s bliss ramped up exponentially as he was flooded with a deluge of burning, tingling, impregnating dragon seed. Another fierce rush pulsed throughout his body, wiping away any vestiges of resistance and converting the former slayer irreversibly into an eager breeding slut. And with it came a happiness and thrill that nothing else had ever given Gadrys, as he surrendered completely and pleaded to be bred, to be filled with Kalkover’s kin and to resurrect the lineage of his master as it should always have been. And there was little question of the corruption dragon’s success, with pulse after pulse of virile seed inflating the human’s ever-more-accommodating womb, his stomach rounding out as not a single drop of that thick fluid could squeeze past Kalkover’s knot.

It grew to be too much for Gadrys, who slumped forward as the exhaustion of bliss took its toll, falling against the heavy body of Kalkover, who held him clone and rubbed his back as he continued to fill Gadrys. “Mrrr…isn’t this much better than pointless violence? You’ll be a fine pet for me, Gadrys, and I’ll make sure you’re much more satisfied serving me than you ever would have been slaying me. And I think you’ll be a fine helper for my experiments…there’s quite a lot I need to catch up on, after all.”

Wearily, Gadrys nodded against the warm scaly body of his new master. He could barely even remember wanting to do any harm to Kalkover, much less any reason why, and he didn’t want to remember that - he wanted to focus on the good things that the future brought, with Kalkover gifting him such wondrous pleasure time and time again. And he had a few other dragons to make up for, as well…and he had little doubt his master would give him the gift of letting him do so.

———

King Hiras was growing worried. It had been almost eight full days since he’d tasked the dragonslayer Gadrys with taking on the corruption dragon in the forest, and he had heard nothing, nor seen any change in the spire in the forest. If Gadrys had failed…Hiras wasn’t sure what his recourse was. There were barely any dragonslayers left with any real credence to their name, and hearing that one of their best had fallen to them would likely discourage them from taking on the task. Of course, this had to be more complicated, it couldn’t just be nice and neat…

The sudden flapping of wings startled him, making him swing towards the window. A bird had flown in, and Hiras started at its appearance - like an oversized raven, with wicked talons dripping with noxious fluid, and a beak lined with dangerous fangs, and eyes black and menacing. It perched on the back of his throne, and seemed to stare at Hiras for a moment…surely he was imagining that, its eyes weren’t even right to stare like that. Then he noticed a rolled scrap of parchment in its talons…the parchment was dropped onto the throne, and then it flew back out the window, leaving behind only a couple of feathers that Hiras didn’t want to touch and a few drips of fluid on the throne that he DEFINITELY didn’t want to touch.

The parchment seemed to be unmarred, though…with trepidation, King Hiras took hold of it and unrolled it.

[To the king of Sorlin, whoever it may currently be,

I have taken care of your dragonslayer. He lives still, but he will not be continuing his actions against my kind.

I have no interest in your kingdom, malevolent or otherwise. I suggest it would be wise to keep it that way. Continue to interrupt my research and I may have little choice but to secure my interests, and I very much doubt they would be in alignment with yours. Leave me in peace, and you shall see the same.

You need not reply - your actions, or lack thereof, will speak for themselves.

-Kalkover]

The king took a deep breath. Kalkover…that must have been the name of the dragon. And a warning, even a threat, not to act against him…could he truly trust that this Kalkover didn’t mean him any harm? That corrupted patch in the forest didn’t seem to be getting any smaller. But trying to send others against him might have been inviting even more trouble…and if Kalkover’s attention wasn’t on Sorlin, the last thing Hiras wanted was to bring it to them.

He rolled up the parchment, sighing, and looking over the remnants left behind by the bird before calling for mages and cleaners. It seemed that he was going to have to get used to the spire being in his view…time would tell if his choice was a good one or not, but wisdom dictated that a dragon intending to act against him wouldn’t have warned him ahead of time. An uneasy trust…scarcely was there any other when it came to dragons.