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Taph had been here before. It had been a dozen years, but it still felt familiar to him - the scene of one of his biggest victories in the past, he remembered intimately the arena of battle, the shape of the trees, the scent of the woodlands around him, even the slight humidity of the air felt familiar.

Of course, he was here for a very different purpose this time. And he felt a nervousness he hadn't felt in a long time, and for a reason he never would have even considered being nervous about before. So while the area was familiar, he was not.

Being nervous might have seemed a reasonable course of action when walking to the camp of a bitter enemy, completely naked and with an imposing dragon behind him to make sure he kept going. But Taph's concern was not with any of that. It was with how he was going to complete the final step of this journey, how he was going to accomplish something that seemed nearly impossible.

Getting forgiveness for eight murders was not a simple task, after all.

Over three years now, over three years since Charad had changed him, wiped away his former life of violence and bigotry, and set him on a course of reparation. Reluctantly at first, but that had long since dwindled to nothing. The dragon he thought he had slain had beaten him more powerfully than he ever could have imagined possible, and all without shedding a drop of his blood. Which, it turned out, was something of a trend for him - because for all he could get rough and physical, Charad was, incredibly enough, something very close to a pacifist. He had a strong distaste for bloodshed, war, destruction, all the things dragons were rumored to enjoy most - which wasn't true, as Taph had found out personally, but reputations died hard - and was constantly seeking to make peace not just for himself but between others. Considering that, the choice for Taph to pay back his karmic debts in sexual submission rather than in being a target for violent retribution made more sense...well, that and the fact that Charad clearly just loved watching humans get fucked by non-humans. That, too, Taph had found out personally.

Not long after working his magic, Charad had made good on his vow - he and Taph set out to bring Taph around to some of the places where he'd caused significant amounts of trouble for non-human creatures and submit himself to them for a period of time in order to make up for what he'd done. Though, not all of them were targets - Charad was letting go some instances where the non-humans themselves had been up to trouble, and focused merely on those where they were innocent victims. A bit of relief to Taph, who'd faced some very disturbing groups in his time...though, not as many as those who hadn't deserved it.

And predictably, they went to town on him. He got to know a ton of different cocks of all shapes and sizes during his tour. Gangbanged by rowdy drunken orcs on a crude barroom table. Chained up and railed by minotaurs. Pounded by a pack of wolfmen, knot after knot plugging his ass. Bent over a log and taken two at a time by a swarm of gnolls. Plowed by four different flavors of scalefolk in four different locations at four different times. Passed around Charad's dragon friends over and over (and that wasn't even for anything he'd done, they just wanted a crack at him). Even shrunken down and made to serve kobolds who, at the size he'd been, were actually quite strong and domineering. All that and quite a bit more.

And through it all, the intensity of the pleasure never flagged, and the thrill of the domination never ceased. It didn't matter how big they were, in absolute or relative terms, Taph took them and enjoyed the hell out of it. Charad's magic pretty much ensured he wasn't going to be harmed, so they didn't exactly hold back - two at a time, even three in some cases, and the snakefolk had even beaten that count, he stretched just enough to fit what he needed to fit while still being tight as could be. His mouth was also a frequent target, and he'd learned a lot of different tastes in the course of his trial, tastes which lingered in his brain and he couldn't help but desire again. And it didn't escape him that it was all him - Charad's magic had forced him into a position where he had to do it, but it hadn't forced him to like any of it.

More importantly, though, was what else was happening in his mind. As he went through every place, every type of creature he serviced, he was made to live among them a while. And it was impossible not to see how they lived, how they existed in their communities...and how similar they really were to humans when it came down to it. That was the thing that had really shaken him, how he'd always perceived them as somehow less, lacking something in particular that meant they couldn't be separated from beasts...yet, there was little beastly about how they lived, maybe a little less sophisticated in some places but truly they really weren't that much different from humans in the way their minds worked. It was small wonder the world was changing in attitudes towards them, with what he witnessed every time. And that imparted to Taph how every attack he'd made on one, he might have taken their livelihood, broken a family, put an entire village into poverty, for nothing more than his own selfish pleasure at hurting them, and for the profit of other humans with similar hatreds. Sometimes it seemed like his service to them wasn't enough for the hardship, which both served to fuel his guilt and his willingness to endure whatever they threw at him.

They all had forgiven him in the end, though. That was the important part, and the part Charad wouldn't let him leave without. Forgiveness, he had said, was as important as penance - no one could move on without sealing the wound, both for the crime committed and the pain persistent. Forgiveness was as much to heal them as payback, and if Taph left without there would have been no real progress. It wasn't always easy, but his service, as well as his sincerity, had eventually gotten it from them.

Now, though, over three years later, he was at the site of his final trial. And the most difficult one of all, because here Taph wasn't sure how he could get forgiveness from the Okinaro Lizardmen after what he'd done to them.

He wasn't any stranger to taking on entire settlements. Setting fires, cutting off roads, even trying to take down dams to try to flood them out, he had been willing to do a lot of different things to make the lives of non-humans harder. But he'd avoided directly attacking them - since he usually worked alone, that would have been likely suicide. Attacks were usually against one or two, where the odds were much more favorable. This, however, had been a different case...he'd been hired by a wealthy businessman to attack a lizardman settlement just outside of Okinaro. The businessman wanted the land they were settled on, which was supposed to be rich with resources that they were harvesting for themselves. Naturally, Taph was fully behind the idea of driving them out, and even more behind it when the businessman gave him some tools to help him significantly in an assault directly on them, which he claimed would be the only statement the savages would listen to. Charged up with potions and charms that would make him stronger and more resilient, Taph had headed to the settlement to do some real hunting.

It had been a glorious thing for him at the time, the sort of story he told over and over to those sympathetic ears. He had caught their warriors off-guard outside the gates, and even when they had engaged the power he had brought with him had kept the tides well in his favor. It had been over an hour of combat by the time he had finished, with eight reptiles slain, and had the bonuses not been about to wear off he might have gone further. He had, however, promised to return and ravage the entire village, killing all the scaled beasts within no matter what if they didn't leave.

At the time, most certainly his most impressive triumph, important for a young warrior looking to make a name for himself. And it remained an impressive triumph for him even if the goal hadn't ended up being accomplished - the Okinaro Lizardmen refused to leave, and just as Taph was about to offer to make good on his threat, his patron was himself assassinated in an unrelated scheme. A disappointment, but he'd gotten his generous payment, and went on his way, thinking nothing of the blood he'd shed - no, not even nothing, he celebrated it as a good thing.

Obviously, at this point in time he thought no such thing. The joy of his slaughter had been sucked out of him completely...he only now was aware of the consequences and felt guilt for them. Eight dead for naught but the greed of another and his own bloodthirst...and there was no doubt they knew exactly why he had come, he had stated it proudly in his attack. Were it not for Charad, he was certain he would be killed on sight...but even if that wasn't to happen, Taph had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to receive forgiveness for something that monstrous.

“You seem tense." Charad's voice was always biting in his brain - the absolute power the dragon had over him made his every word almost tingle in his brain.

“I'm very nervous. These ones aren't going to forgive me...not after what I did. I don't know what I could do to earn forgiveness from them, just getting the chance to bang me silly isn't going to do it."

“Well, you're going to have to think of something. You aren't finished with your penance until you've been forgiven. You've told me all there is to know about the situation, so I know exactly what you're up against. But that's why it's the final and most important step. The severity of your actions here demands that you repay them in such a way that you earn your forgiveness. If you faltered here, then everything you did up to this point would have no meaning."

Taph wasn't totally sure he understood. He had earned a lot of forgiveness, surely that had to count for something...but, Charad was the one who made the rules, and if he wanted it he was going to enforce it. Maybe this was just a subtle way of putting him under lizardman rule for the rest of his life...but, that didn't seem right. Taph had doubted the capacity of his earlier foes to forgive, too, and Charad had shown him to be wrong there. The dragon must have believed it possible...but since he also thought it would be the most challenging, that meant it would require more effort from Taph to receive it.

He wasn't unfamiliar with that - others hadn't just fucked him, some had made him do work of some kind to gain forgiveness. A lot of that was sort of the direct opposite of the damage he'd done - helping plant crops if he'd destroyed them, build structures if he'd razed them, treated wounds if he'd caused them, those sorts of things. But those had all been revocable things...death wasn't as easily undone, to be sure, especially after all these years. Demanding his blood seemed like the natural counter-response...what could he do to make up for that in a way that would satisfy them?

Whatever it was, he would have to think of it on the fly, as two lizardmen came out of the bushes to meet them. They weren't at the settlement yet, but Charad had arranged this so that there would be advance notice of Taph's arrival - sudden encounters were not likely to end well. The first was slightly larger than the second, and had deeper green scales compared to the second's more yellowed color. Both reptiles were armed with spears and wearing light hide armor, and they both had a particularly distasteful look for Taph.

“So...it's true. It really is the Ravager."

The Ravager? Such a title might have filled Taph with pride once. “So...you still do know who I am."

“One could hardly forget...one of the survivors made sure everyone knew your face in case you came back for the rest of us." The lizardman shook his head. “There were weeks of terror until we heard that that monster Barris was cut down...even then, no one trusted you not to do the deed on your own. And now...you seek forgiveness. You will find it in short supply here, Ravager."

Taph bowed his head. “I had no illusions. I figured the only reason I'm not impaled on a spear right now is because of my...uh...new patron."

“A superior one indeed," the yellowed lizardman remarked. “Culling your wickedness can only be good for this world. Even so, few will trust you or want you around."

“You know our deal," Charad rumbled. “You will take him, unharmed. I will be here to see to it."

The green lizardman nodded. “We know. Our chief's not thrilled about it but he understands your position. The two of us have been sent out to see you here, and to...sample the goods." Only the barest hint of eagerness there, which didn't bode well for Taph. “I am Kerth, and this is Morwin. No harm will come to him so long as no harm comes to us."

“I have made it so he's incapable of harming you. He exists now to serve you, until he has done his due."

“That is a large due." Kerth looked down at Taph, and the human could see anger and pain in that gaze. “My brother was among the ones you killed. I looked up to him my whole young life, and it...scarred me, seeing his body brought back and laid before us. All because some dipshit human wanted our land and our goods for his own. We wanted to share what we had and establish ourselves as trading partners with others...you nearly killed that dream as well, many wanted to leave or cut ourselves off from the rest of the world. It was only when we heard that Barris was killed that we gave it another chance...and thankfully, without any interference. But the wound of my brother's death never left me...I spent a long time wanting to hunt you down and pay you back for that. You're lucky I don't want to give my dear mother yet another grave to dig, or I would forget this dragon and run you right through."

“It seems that you may not have been the ideal representative of your tribe," Charad grunted disapprovingly.

“Yeah, well, not many people wanted to come out here and look the Ravager in the face, even with the promise of your protection. But as I've said, no harm will come to him so long as no harm comes to us, regardless of my feelings. And feeling him servicing me may temper some of these hard feelings a little, if only because I'll at least be able to say the Ravager is no longer a threat to us."

Taph didn't need any more impetus for that. He stepped forward, trying to remain as deferential as he could to the lizardmen as they stripped off their meager armor. Their voices didn't carry the sharpness of Charad's in his mind, but he felt a compulsion to obey them nonetheless...and his growing erection between his legs was a clear indicator of how he was reacting to them. He'd always considered reptilians among the most unpleasant of the beastmen before the change, and perhaps as a result he now had the greatest attraction to them...and the muscular bodies of the two before him were only adding to that, even the smaller Morwin was quite well-stacked, and stood several inches taller than Taph. Kerth was larger and broader still, certainly capable of backing up any threat he made to the human's life.

He was more ready for the size and shape of their cocks, having had experiences with lizardmen before, but these ones were endowed a bit differently. As with the previous ones, they had somewhat bumpy shafts, odd nubs going all the way down to the base as it emerged from their slits, but these additionally had a wider ring at the base of the pointed head, which looked almost spiky and pointed backwards. He could only imagine how that would feel coming out of him…he wouldn't have to wonder long.

The human dropped to his knees as the two nude and ready reptiles came to him, ready to take from him what they wished. His face was met with the deeper green and darker red of Kerth, whose clawed hand instantly went to his head. “I expect no less than the expertise of a brothel whore, Ravager," he warned as he pushed himself against Taph's face; what kind of punishment Taph would get for failing to meet such standards was unspoken, but he had no intention of providing any less. His mouth opened, and without hesitation he began licking over the surface, slurping up that strong, dry taste that was no longer unfamiliar to him yet still had a unique distinctness about it compared to other reptilians. A hint of a spice of some sort...instantly desirable, for reasons he would never truly understand but had long since stopped caring about.

Morwin's claws took a hold of his rear, and reflexively Taph relaxed, offering no resistance for the lizardman. He felt that pointed head push against him, and then that grip tighten on him as he reared back slightly. Oh, Taph knew what was coming...there was rarely gentleness when he was taken, after all they were not only claiming him with anger in their hearts, but he was a service bitch to them, not something to be treated luxuriously but something to be used for their own enjoyment. At the start he had dreaded it...now, he rather relished it, and offered himself as much as he could.

And Morwin took, with a typical eagerness. Taph cried out in slutty pleasure as he felt that thick cock spear him deeply, the smack of the scaled body against his cheeks confirming he had been hilted. What wonders the dragon had worked on him, that he had taken cocks so big and far bigger, and yet it felt every time like he was as tight as ever, stretched for the first time and feeling those strange and wonderful textures rub against his walls and make him shiver. Such pleasures he hardly deserved, yet he knew it wasn't all for him, those who wanted revenge loved it all the more to hear that their thorn so readily conceded on every level.

When the reptile pulled back, that spiky ring flexed a bit, and he could feel it dragging along his walls and scratching in a way the blunt nubs couldn't hope to match. It wasn't sharp, but it was solid and pointed, providing a very distinctive sensation that made him low out shakily, his fingers curling in the grass. He heard Morwin let out a quiet, derisive laugh. “Ravager's a right bitch now…" Taph would hardly argue the truth...he doubted that would change even after he finished his penance, Charad wouldn't take that risk. Still, at least he would be used to it.

As Morwin started to thrust more regularly, slowly building up a steady rhythm that threatened to make Taph's limbs fail him, his mouth became more active on Kerth's member. The lizardman was taking the lead for the most part, pushing him into the parts he wanted stimulated - all he really needed to do was lick or suck. And he was doing so in plenty of places - Kerth had him going all the way to his slit, slurping up the wetness inside and rubbing his tongue against those warm fleshy walls; he was servicing the thick shaft, with special attention to the nubs which he would lick and suck and even nibble on a little bit; his tongue was put to the task of rubbing under that spiky ring, which made Kerth really hiss out when he caught the gaps with his tongue when those spikes flexed out a bit; and of course he was put to work on the pointed head, lapping up precum and sucking on the tip almost lovingly. Every bit of this was filed away in his head, for the service he would be performing for what might be months...they wouldn't want anything less than what he was giving Kerth right now, and he felt an even stronger compulsion to make sure he did the best he could than ever before.

Of course, while his piecemeal treatment was desirable, it often led to the more expected performance. And when Kerth started to shift, angling his cock down towards Taph's mouth and tilting it back a bit more, he knew exactly what was coming. As wide as he could, he opened his mouth...it looked insufficient, but by this point Taph had deep-throated dragons even bigger than Charad, he bore no fear of this. Kerth was slower pushing in anyway, stretching his jaw around that inhuman staff and forcing in slowly into Taph's mouth at throat, hissing in satisfaction as he did. Big though it was, Taph still did his best to rub his tongue around the underside where he could, moaning and humming to stimulate the rest as it passed deep into him. As his face met Kerth's groin, he took a deep breath of the reptile's intoxicating musk, letting it make his head spin. How he could draw in breath when so full, he knew not and cared not.

His legs spread a bit for Morwin, and his hands dropped around Kerth's ankles, fully submitting himself to the whims of the two lizardmen. And they took liberally from him - Kerth began to thrust into his throat, raking it raw with that spiky ring and gushing precum deep into him, deeper than required him to even swallow, though he did anyway to stimulate that plump shaft. And as Morwin began to buck harder, he clenched down on that intruder, making sure that the ring dug in and the nubs made as much contact as they could with his walls. Both of them were making more noise, groaning and hissing and growling as they used him, making sure he was thoroughly fucked. Through it all, Taph could pick up hints of a much more familiar scent...Charad was no doubt enjoying the scene and pleasuring himself to it.

And that only added to his own arousal, his own feeble cock throbbing and flopping underneath him, splattering his pre beneath him and on him. He had barely noticed when he'd been shrunken down, it had been a gradual thing, and utterly immaterial most of the time...he'd only taken noticed when being degraded by the kobolds for being smaller than they were, before he'd been reduced for his submission to them. It hardly mattered, he wasn't claiming anyone or anything, and if anything reinforced his position compared to these powerful creatures that were his masters now. He could feel the tingle, that pleasure that came not just from the physical stimulation but the concession, and welcomed it, coaxed it towards its release as he tried to bring Kerth and Morwin to theirs.

He could feel them both starting to get erratic in their thrusts, the messy pulsing showing how close they were...but it was Taph's own body that gave itself up first, wimpy bolts of thin cum rushing from him as he was wracked by the furious pounding he was receiving from both ends. His body shook and shuddered and tensed in overpowering bliss, aiding him in pleasuring the reptiles, tensing rhythmically and pushing him into the two as as much as he could. He could almost FEEL how close they were, and he wanted nothing more than for their seed to fill him, to put him on his path to redemption.

And finally, after what felt like an age, they gave it to him. Both Kerth and Morwan buried themselves into Taph and called out their ecstasy as they began to fill their servant. Huge gluts of reptilian cum poured into Taph's mouth and throat, the slimy and sticky fluid tasting so strongly of masculinity and power and raw wildness that he could scarcely handle it. And so much of it, flooding his bowels and his stomach...he felt the weight of it settling within him, growing with each thick pulse warming him from within. All he could do was take it, and try to take more, his efforts merely to swallow and clench and draw more out of them into his own body.

All too soon, though, they had no more to give, and the tapered flow told him that he was done...for the moment, at least. Such virile creatures would hardly be satisfied with a single instance, but it remained to be seen whether they would take it now or later. He felt himself relax a bit...at least he had most likely staved off a murderous response.

Morwin drew himself out of Taph's rear, letting some of his seed spread around his hole, the last pulls giving one more nice drag of that spiky ring along his walls. “Hnnn, that was better than I expected...seed-bitch is a much better name for you than Ravager, I think, the way you took us."

“Indeed, that was enjoyable...though, I still can't say I feel any recompense for my brother's death," Kerth said with a grunt as he pulled out of the human's mouth. “Pleasure you may give, but it can't bring him back, that can't remedy what you've done...I'm not sure the others would feel any different. You can't undo the loss of their lives."

Taph knew that was true, he couldn't undo the deaths, that was beyond his power. All the sex and all the submission in the world wouldn't ease that pain, it required something far more. There seemed no good way to make up for what he had done…

Unless...I give them lives.

The idea came to him unbidden. It seemed absurd...yet, he was certain it could be done, that it had to be done. Charad being as powerful as he was, certainly he had the means, and he had little doubt the dragon would jump at the chance...he looked up at Kerth. “I know...there's nothing I can do to bring him back...but...I...I can at least bring lives to your tribe."

Kerth stared at him. “Bring lives?"

“Yes...I will…" Taph swallowed and stood up before them, still looking deferential but resolute. “I will be a breeder for you. As many lives as I claimed from your tribe those years ago, I will return double. It will not be the same people, but it will give you some of what you should have had...and...I will favor those who are of the closest bloodlines to those I killed. Direct relatives if possible, as close as I can get otherwise."

Stunned, Kerth and Morwin looked up at Charad, who seemed just as surprised. “Is this something that can be done?" Morwin asked incredulously.

Unexpected though it was, Charad's mind was only briefly waylaid, and immediately resumed as if he'd planned it all along. “Indeed, it's fairly simple. I can give him the form to carry your young and the ability to breed only your kind. I think it's a fine penance, the closest thing he can do to undoing the damage that was done."

The two lizardmen exchanged glances. “That...I would never have seen coming," Morwin slowly said. “You'd really be willing to do that?"

“Yes, I would," Taph insisted. “It's the only thing that's truly right. And...Kerth, I think you should be the first. I cannot bring your brother back, but...maybe I can bring you someone else who can give you that kind of joy in your life."

For the first time, Kerth's face broke into a smile. “I have wanted to honor my brother's memory in a special way for a long time...having a child to carry on his legacy, I think that would be as close to perfect as I could imagine. I will accept your deal, human. Make it so, dragon."

Grinning, Charad nodded, and began to work another spell into his human. Taph shuddered as he felt a change start to sweep his body...he spread his legs a bit as the sensations began to collate and churn in his groin. His already minute endowments began to shrink further and draw into him, the tightening sensations teetering on the border of pleasant and unpleasant. But that soon changed, and he gasped as he felt a parting in his flesh, an opening up which brought unfamiliar feelings to him, a tingling that seemed foreign and yet entirely natural at the same time.

The twisting continued, but more within him as his body was resculpted...the chamber for holding young being built up within him, which would remain within him for the duration of his service. He had no idea how long...did they lay eggs? Did they carry eggs within them? Did they carry young like mammals? The question was not going to be answered for him now, but he would find out for sure through experience, if not sooner. And it hardly mattered anyway - no matter what the case was, he would see it through to the end. And as the twisting of his body faded, the changes settling in, he found that he was looking forward to it - the newness of the experience, the gratification it would bring to the ones he had wronged, and how it was going to feel getting to that point.

What he wasn't prepared to feel was the sudden burn in his loins, moments after his body state had been affirmed. He let out a gasp as the sensations hit, it felt unlike anything he'd ever imagined before, a different kind of throbbing that went inwards, and a heat and wetness that simply didn't want to stop. It took a bit for him to understand it, but once he processed that need to be filled, to have something inside him, it was made clear - this was his body telling him he was ready to breed. Ready to be filled with a reptile's spawn, to become the carrier and bringer of life. He would know when he was ready for next time...and knowing Charad, that probably wouldn't be right away. He would almost certainly have to spread himself for lizardmen multiple times before he would be granted that state once again...and he had his doubts that he would mind that in the slightest.

Strong arms wrapped around him from the rear, and he yelped a bit. It was Kerth, of course it was, but he'd gotten lost in the sensations...but now there were new sensations to get lost in, as Taph felt that thick, nubbed member rubbing up against his new folds. And what delight it brought with it! Perhaps this was part of the spell, or perhaps this was just how females felt, he couldn't have known and it didn't matter, the mere touch of a cock to his needy pussy was like a ball of heaven punched into his loins. His squirming intensified as he pushed himself back into the Kerth, who let out an amused hiss.

“I can smell AND feel your need, human. How much you want me, how deeply your body craves me...let me hear it as well."

Taph wasn't even sure how he found the wherewithal to speak through the haze, but he did. “K-kerth, p-please...I need...I need you to fill me...please, take me, claim me, pound me until you can't hold it anymore, and then fill me and make me carry your young!"

Kerth's sharp breath clearly betrayed his excitement. “You'll bear my young and more...agree to be mine, to belong to me while you serve. Whenever I want you, when you're waiting for the next breeding, you will give yourself to me and whomever I allow, at my whim."

“I'm...I'm yours, Kerth! T-take me and own me fully!" The words came so easily to Taph, much more easily than they had many times before. Maybe because this had been fully his own submission...he was rapidly rewarded, though, with a spearing of that cock in his new cunt, pushing in deep and fast, barely giving him a chance to process the new sensations. Deep, but not all the way in, bumping into something deeper inside him, his new passage was rapidly and forcefully filled, stretched in the same way his rear and mouth had been and yet it felt worlds different. Such sensitivity, every part of his flesh that was being touched felt radically more potent, sent such a stronger electricity through his body. He felt himself clutching down around it, clinging to it, wanting so much more…

And he was about to get so much more. Pulling back out, Kerth's cock clung to him, that spiky ring grating along his walls and scouring them blissfully, the bumps rubbing him irregularly and giving him such sweet throbs in his needy loins. All the touches were soothing that dire, burning need, while imparting a new set of desires. Once the lizard was almost all the way out, though, that burn started to come back, making him want it to shove deep again, take him and soothe that need...and he got just that, as Kerth shoved in again, going nice and deep and starting it all anew.

Being held so close to the lizardman, Taph could feel that muscular chest start to heave as the thrusts became faster, more regular. His body twisted and squirmed in those arms, the euphoria making him quiver and quail, though it never left those strong arms, never tried to break the grip those hands had on him. His pussy tried to cling to the reptilian dick, tried to hold it inside him, showing how much he wanted it within him, rubbing against him and stretching him beyond belief. Every few thrusts he felt a sudden spike, like he was cumming except not quite, there was the sensation but he could feel it building every time...he wanted it more every time, wanted to know what the next peak was going to be like.

He could feel Kerth's grip shifting a bit, holding him more effectively so he could thrust in harder. Pounding against that inner barrier, Taph could feel him trying to get past it and he encouraged the reptile, his breathy cries singing out praise for the virile male's control and efforts. As he ceded himself more and more, he could feel Kerth's efforts getting more powerful, himself getting more relaxed, until the combination of that allowed the lizardman to break through and hilt himself, sending that stretching and rubbing even deeper into Taph. His yell of ecstasy rang out in the woods, echoing through the trees over the blissful hisses of the creature dominating him.

Even more new sensations awaited him now. The prodding and stretching of his body deeper than ever, that ring catching his cervix and trying to grab onto it, failing but stroking it fiercely every time Kerth pulled back, the bumpy shaft rubbing deeper parts of him, the thickest part of the base now distending him even more...he'd thought it couldn't get better, but it did, and he relished every moment of it. He'd had no shortage of pleasure in previous encounters, previous screwings, but this was so different, so much more electric an experience, carrying such an important meaning to it...already he was finding it hard to miss his normal body, perhaps Charad wouldn't have to hurry to turn him back once he had completed his task.

He could feel the throbbing of that cock inside him, the hissing, the spurting of precum that was being smeared all over his insides...it was close, he knew, and he wanted to bring it to the end. He started to clench down, to cling to Kerth more forcefully, to draw out the seed that would send him to the next stage. And as he did the spikes got closer and closer together, the pleasure began to redouble on itself...before he even knew what was happening, he felt it hit, the orgasm that ripped through him and made him nearly scream, waves of pleasure assaulting him with wild vigor. And as he went through that, he felt Kerth slam in, his own body clench down, and then as the lizard pulled back, that spiky ring finally embedded in his own lock, holding him fast.

Kerth's own cry was even louder than Taph's, almost feral-sounding as he too came. Taph could feel it, the thick, wet spunk pulsing into him deeply, that powerful cock an effective plug ensuring that none of it was coming out, it was all flooding into him, making his womb stretch with the sheer volume of seed he was being given. There would be no question that he'd be knocked up, the way his body was primed and the amount he was being filled with...it only added to the pleasure of his orgasm, making him wiggle and twitch in the reptile's arms, panting hard as he accepted his calling.

Their bodies stayed twined for quite some time, Kerth had a large load to give him, and even after he was done he didn't pull out right away, letting the fertile spunk stay nice and locked inside for a couple minutes to do its duty. By the time he actually made a move to pull out, Taph's own pleasure peak had well faded away, though the afterglow was hardly inferior...he wouldn't have minded if Kerth had wanted to remain inside him for hours, really, just the feeling of a cock in there was wonderful, and when the reptile finally worked his way out he found himself missing it rather quickly. But he knew he'd get that chance again, hopefully not too far into the future.

Kerth handed Taph off to Charad, nodding to him as he went to his armor. “I will trust you to follow us...we'll make sure you're set up to stay in our village, without trouble. I hope you don't mind if I...play a temporary role as possessor of him."

The dragon grinned toothily at Kerth. “Certainly not, so long as you remember who's ultimately in charge of him."

“I'll see to it I don't overstep my bounds. Let us go and bring him in, then...I don't think Ravager will be the title for him anymore, indeed. We shall have to come up with a suitable substitute."

There was definitely a greater lightness in the two as they led Charad through the woods. The dragon held Taph gently in his arms, not wanting to disrupt the budding new life he was sure would be building within the human. Taph looked plenty content laying there, more than he usually did during these events, certainly more than he had been going in. “So, it seems you'll likely find what you've been looking for."

Softly, Taph nodded. “Yeah...I found a way to be forgiven for what I did. I'm glad I'll be able to do something for them after all."

“I'm impressed, Taph. You came up with that all on your own. You're learning what it means and what it takes."

Taph leaned into the dragon's body a bit, sighing contentedly. “It was the only thing that made sense to me...I took life, so the best thing I can do is restore life. And this was the only way I could think of that would do that."

Charad nodded. “There are few options for this. It is a fine thing, though...to go from taking to giving life. Quite a turnaround."

“I owe it to you, Charad. You showed me how wrong I was, what I was doing to these people I had such a hatred for. And it's really been eye-opening, everything I've done and everything I've had to do to pay them back...I never would have been a worthwhile person if not for you."

“The effort has largely been yours. I've merely been the one watching over and making sure you do what you should."

“You were the one that started it. And I owe you more than I could ever repay for that...so...after my final trial is finished, I want to pledge myself to you, to serve you however you wish."

The dragon's grin couldn't have been any wider. “You want to serve me...I would wholeheartedly accept such a request. I would love to have you and show you what other aspects of life you've missed out on. And there are many things you can do to assist me, I look forward to having an extra set of hands around."

“I'll be happy to be that...whatever I can do, I will." Taph closed his eyes and rested against Charad, humming and sighing happily. It was so nice to be close to his new master...to think, when he'd first met Charad this would have been the farthest thing from his mind. And now he was fully willingly giving himself to him...it really was a big change. But it was a much better change, for sure, and he would be a far better person as a result...at this point, he couldn't think of a better gift to give the one who gave him THIS gift.

And it was all good news for Charad, too...the magic he had tried had worked even better than he'd expected. Perhaps there was a way to redeem the remaining slayer types in this world after all...he already knew of other dragons who wanted to try it out. And with this resounding success, they would be even more eager...yes, there was a good chance the world would be a lot safer in the coming age.