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"Fascinating," commented Teryx as he maneuvered his battery-operated lamp across one of the derelict temple's reliefs, which were covered in images of Anubian jackals: black, long-eared, and recumbent on funerary objects.

"Told you it was real," muttered his anthro-gorilla guide, Adrian -- not an archaeologist, but a local business acquaintance who had given Teryx the hint about this place.

"Now now," clucked Teryx as he kept scanning over the images. "I never said I didn't believe you."

Adrian laughed in annoyance. "Never said you did, either."

In fairness to Teryx, it was not an immediately believable claim. A tiny shrine to one or more ancient Egyptian jackal gods, recently unearthed in the Grecian countryside of all places. A good student of Egyptology would know that Anubis worship enjoyed some spreading into the Greco-Roman world, but Teryx had not been up on these topics before this strange opportunity presented itself, and the odds of a shrine randomly presenting itself from part of the local landscape seemed poor at the least. Nevertheless, here they were; the place looked entirely real.

The dragon, however, restrained his sense of wonder in order to keep things on track. He was here for a particular set of reasons and didn’t feel like considering much else.

"Pff. You want to get paid, right?" Teryx pointed out as he moved along to look over the one small, stone altar-table at the back center of the little cave-shrine. Remarkably intact, yet so seamlessly built into the floor that it looked impossible to budge it without taking the whole place apart. "I'll use my connections, and we'll each get our cuts for selling the location to someone who specializes in this stuff. Easy."

"Well, we'd better hurry," gruffed the gorilla. "Someone else is bound to find it soon."

"Good thing the entrance is right behind your hilariously rural house, on your private property, and not particularly obvious via satellite thanks to all the trees. Besides, hardly anyone comes around where you live these days since you and your wife separated. You're a lucky man."

The gorilla spat. "Have some respect."

Teryx shrugged, a smile still on his face as he looked up and around. This place was almost claustrophobically small, being no more than fifteen cubic feet and almost exactly a cube in its dimensions, save for its domelike ceiling. "Don't misunderstand. I think this is great for you, and I do think this shrine is lovely. I simply don't know much about the culture it comes from. Still, I can tell you that something this ancient is bound to be worth plenty to the right people, and it deserves us putting in the effort to make sure the right people get hold of it."

"Uh-huh," said Adrian, folding his large arms and adopting a cross expression. The way he puffed up his chest within his T-shirt accentuated how thick his arms were, and how muscle-gutty his belly was. Did this guy work at a lumber yard before taking up sales? Teryx had never gotten the story on that.

The dragon averted his lingering gaze -- and ignored the gorilla’s doubting. With his back to his companion, Teryx’s subsequent words rebounded off the walls and echoed into the entrance tunnel behind them. He continued eying the imagery on the wall, taking just a moment to appreciate how handsomely preserved it was. It really was quite a find -- a valuable one, he would assume.

"Well, I'm convinced,” said Teryx, still facing the wall, “and now that I am, I can convince my connections." He thought again for a moment as he continued moving around, examining every nook in the alcoves that were set into the left and right walls. "Hmm, I wonder if there's anything we could carefully wrap and take back as well… seems pretty sparse."

The gorilla tapped a foot while cringing as the dragon looked around. Teryx had the decency to put on some sterile latex gloves before he did this, but it was still a bit weird watching him poke and probe at various parts of the walls. He’d already told the dragon on the way here that the lack of any small physical artifacts to carry out of the place was a known problem; couldn’t Teryx just leave the place be and let professionals do the poking and prodding?

Then one of the large ape's ear's twitched. He could've sworn he had just heard a sound from behind him, but a quick glance backward at eye level didn’t reveal anything, and then a mumbly comment from Teryx drew his attention back toward the shrine’s interior.

Adrian dismissed the sound as probably just being a bird bumping against the rocks outside, or something. He felt more concerned with keeping his eyes on Teryx to make sure this handling of the site didn’t go too far.

* * *

In fact, the sound had not been a bird, but the movement of a single tile of stone on one of the walls of the shrine's narrow entry corridor. To an observer it might at first have appeared to have moved on its own -- if that motion had not been followed seconds later by a silent outpouring of viscous black goo.

It emerged as if being gently blown out of a narrow drinking straw, flowing across the way to touch the corridor's opposite boundary before bizarrely "gathering itself" into an increasingly lumpy puddle which wiggled and churned in agitation. Once it was all out in the corridor -- what looked for now to be eight or ten liters' worth of the stuff -- it glided in relative silence toward the warmth and noise of the intruders.

Again, in fairness to Teryx and his friend, it must be said that neither had any idea that living black goo was a conceivable hazard in this place. The goo, however, had no reason to care about their expectations.

The goo was, in fact, a being with a consciousness and capable of some degree of caring -- limited although it was. It would be more accurate to call its mind a partial, compressed-and-specialized copy of the being who had created it so many years ago. The goo-entity was the hidden protector of this place, and the priests who once worked here had called it Anoup in reference to the name of one of the jackal deities they served. Still, it was understood that their slimy guardian was only a small emanation of that being's nature and power.

Though technically an "it," the shrine's guardian had come to think of itself as a "he" due to the all-male priesthood which had attended the place in years past, before an earthquake forced the priests out in a panic and ended up burying the entrance beneath a landslide. This understanding of masculinity was somewhat intimate, as the guardian's normal method of interacting with mortal creatures required that it first encase one person to turn them into a temporary vessel and mouthpiece. During that time, their desires and instincts had a chance to leave an impression upon the guardian and add to the body of its experiences.

It was for this reason that, when the long-dormant goo creature detected males in the area, and felt the haughtiness of the one's thoughts and the anxiety of the other's… well, there were certain temptations which accompanied this. There always had been, even in years past when that same all-male priesthood had their needs, and discovered that the guardian could help to satisfy them…

The guardian had to confront and defeat these two intruders; there was no doubting that. However, he had some choices to make with regards to how precisely he would deal with them. He must teach them a lesson for violating this space… but how he did that was something of an open question. He could be fierce and scary; he could be decisively violent; or he could even be… conqueringly erotic.

The one who had created the guardian was not prone to sexually coercing others… but that was far in the past now, and there were two important factors tipping the scales in favor of an erotic approach. Firstly, the guardian had not inhabited a vessel for sex in around three thousand years and could really go for the idea in general; and secondly, he had very different ideas regarding consent than these mere mortals probably did. To his standards, turnabout was perfect justice. They were penetrating this sacred hall with their rude vessels; it was only fair that their own halls be penetrated in reply. Unless his Source arrived to tell him otherwise, that would be the judgment he laid down from now on.

Though, it was apparent to Anoup that one of these men was acting more flippant about all of this than the other. His slimy body could feel the weight of their very thoughts, catching each and analyzing it -- sensing and measuring both their emotions and their rationality. It was based on this data that he chose his course of action, in accordance with the same basic pattern which he had followed for punishing interlopers in the past. With no attendant priest whose body he could use as his frame, he would simply have to claim the less-intrusive of the two men.

So it was that, mere seconds later, the gorilla found himself up to his ankles in a rushing flow of living black goo. From there, it made its way swiftly up his ankles, across his thighs… and so on. It flowed up him as easily as water moved down a slope. The terrified "MRGLBIBRR!!" sound which gushed in latex bubbles from the ape's mouth just a moment afterward was an understandable, albeit futile, reaction to the situation.

"Ah? You okay back there?" asked Teryx without turning around. He was too busy slowly moving his gloved fingers over the main relief, touching each contour in search of a secret switch. The twitching, struggling motions of his companion were lost on him, but what was that liquid-like, burbling sound?

"Oh come now, speak up!" said Teryx as he spun around -- and then he gulped with grave concern.

Standing in the gorilla's place was a black anthropomorphic jackal, feet and hands still dripping with moist symbiotic goo -- clothes already entirely dissolved and black-glossed unmentionables exposed. The overall build of the creature remained, suspiciously, very much like that of his gentle-giant business acquaintance.

Whatever this was, it worked fast.

Two thoughts went through Teryx's mind immediately. The first was that this was a very bad situation and he needed to get out of here right away, because it was obvious that they had just woken up something which did not need to be disturbed.

The second, altogether more treacherous thought, was a silent undercurrent that what he was looking at was kind of hot.

The hesitation the latter induced in him did not, ultimately, matter much. Teryx forced himself to run almost immediately, but the symbiote beast in front of him was already too agile, forcing what had once been the gorilla's body to move with extreme speed and surprising coordination. A large black hand caught Teryx by the ankle, and down he went. Then there was a rush of the black fluid up his leg and all the way to his mouth and nostrils, whereupon an overwhelming odor akin to that of ether filled his head.

In an instant, Teryx was out like an old lamp-light, and his lamp itself fell to the floor. The creature burbled and grunted before reaching a hand down to pick it up.

Now the punishment could begin.

* * *

Some minutes later, Adrian-Anoup had finished securing the stripped, prone Teryx onto the altar table, using bits of his own goo as a convenient form of rope. The loop of it snaked down from the guardian’s right hip, upward around the front of the altar, under Teryx’s left armpit, across his back and down below his right arm, before weaving itself up and around to secure it against the dragon’s chest. From there, the gooey tether crossed the back again to restrain the left arm in a similar fashion, before snaking down and around his thighs and ankles, and back up to connect back to the guardian’s left hip. A full circuit of bondage and closeness. The arrangement would limit how much the dragon could squirm or kick, without totally preventing movement of the hindquarters, which would need a fair bit of movement for this next activity.

Having a host for the first time in so long felt delightful to Anoup, and Adrian was quite a satisfying first vessel. There had been almost no struggling; Adrian was a submissive and kindly man under his gruff and buff exterior, and had been able to accept the guardian’s power and intentions without much trouble. In a sense, the two of them already held a similar opinion about the desired fate of this shrine. As for how Anoup planned to achieve that desire… well, if Adrian had any objections he certainly wasn’t voicing them very loudly along the mental capacity that they now shared. On the contrary, when Anoup went digging in the gorilla’s memories and fantasies, he found instead quite a number of urges from past encounters toward giving the snarky dragon some sort of comeuppance… as well as a surprising degree of attraction and lust which had conflicted with those desires to put Teryx in his place.

Anoup knew, therefore, that this was a teaching opportunity with Adrian as well -- a chance to show the gorilla that desire and punishment could work well together. Of course, it was now clear to Anoup that the wider society would not understand… but it seemed that Teryx, impetuous though he was, just might understand that, the poetic justice and joy in having the tables turned on him… or, in having his face turned down upon the table while his ass got pounded, as would be the case here.

Adrian’s buky, bara-esque figure lended itself well to the Anubian jackal accents and head structure that the symbiote encased upon him. His meaty torso and abdomen were expanding further now as the goo wriggled and adjusted, preparing itself to lunge Adrian’s body into the throes of rough sex. Adrian’s humanoid cock received a series of enticing, vibratory pulses, while another short tendril poked its way up his rear to give his prostate a gentle massage. The gorilla’s body was pliable -- easy to make ready, and easier still to urge into the act. The first hotdogging motions of their shared, twelve-inch, club-shaped erection felt glorious -- and were a noted expansion upon the seven-inch base cock that the goo had to work with.

All was right; all was smooth. All over the gorilla’s body, his prickly black hair lay flattened and hidden beneath the ebony sleekness of the guardian. His cock, too, was dark and smooth, save for the as-yet incomplete knot which was still being assembled at his base. The sensations for both host and symbiote were growing steadily… so perhaps it was time to wake their sassy little interloper.

Two short goo-tendrils branched themselves off from the part of the cord at the front of the table. Weaving their way across the surface and toward Teryx’s snout, they eventually touched and formed a small, bowl-shaped rubbery vessel just two inches in front of his nostrils. The contributing tendrils then each secreted a chemical into a bowl -- one oily, and one volatile. The oil came out in a larger quantity, while the volatile substance arrived only in a brief squirt afterward.

When the volatile substance made contact with the oil, the oil ignited with a flame that was initially greenish, but soon settled to a more normal-looking orange color. A sickly sweet aroma then filled the chamber, catching Teryx’s nostrils and gradually waking him.

“It’s time, Teryx,” said Anoup in what was still mostly Adrian’s voice, save for some distortion due to the elongated mouth.

“Mhhg? Time for wha---aaaagh!”

Seven inches of dick into the ass interrupted his question. The first thrust had not been well-lubricated, yet somehow left his rear feeling oilier and oilier after the fact. It was like someone had shoved a bottle of lube up his rear, raw, and then sent the lube squirting out at every angle.

“What the hh--aaa…”

“This is what our intruders get.”

Teryx did not understand, nor was he able to look backward with the flame right in front of him. “Gods, go easy, would you?”

Seven inches deepened down to twelve, and Teryx’s eyes shot wide as he felt like someone was trying to straighten out his entire lower intestine.

“Ghhhckaaa, stop that!” roared the dragon, fear creeping into his voice for the first time.

The thrusting paused. “Heh, what’s the matter?”

“That’s what I want to know!”

“Well, behold me then.”

With some effort Teryx managed to un-pin his chin and look back over his shoulder. To his eyes, what loomed behind him in the flickering firelight could only be described as, “Anubis possessing a latex kink-suit encasing Adrian.” Of course, latex kink-suits like that didn’t actually exist. Right? Right?

Teryx found himself having the weirdest boner as his cock pressed against the table. The table was a little cold, and that didn’t even stop it from happening. He grunted and relaxed his abs to try to give his member some clearance.

“Hah, you’re as twisted as I thought,” said Anoup, while reaching a large hand under the dragon to grope and tease at the erection.

“Shut up! No one mocks me and gets away with it. Whatever the hell you are, I bet Adrian can tell you that much.”

Anoup laughed. “What a coincidence. It just so happens that no one mocks me and gets away with it, either~”

Somehow, there was now more than twelve inches in Teryx’s rear, and the entire item had gotten thicker… oilier. Whatever it was, it was coating his entire passage, and causing some kind of warming feeling. It made him feel almost like he needed more of that thing in him, somehow… though that didn’t make any sense, as whatever-it-was must’ve already been quite intrusive enough!

“Just who’re you then? Goo-mon McShadowpuppy?”

A rough swat of a gorilla-sized hand struck Teryx’s cheek and directed his eyes back toward the flame, which gave off another green burst as another drop of the volatile liquid fell into it. Teryx noticed the sweet smell, this time, and could feel it clinging to the insides of his nose as he drew his breaths.

Normally, the dragon would’ve been trying to struggle physically much harder, but there was something about having an unnaturally huge dick up his rear and black goo-ropes all around him which made even Teryx doubt the usefulness of the action. Nevertheless, he did wriggle and squirm, and he kept insisting on accusing and arguing with the one holding him down.

“You p-possessed Adrian… aaahgh!”

Somehow the club-like head of the cock was having its widest point start to ripple up and down the length of his passage, firmly kneading and stretching him. Teryx couldn’t help imagining how this gooey creature might be accomplishing that, a dense semi-solid lump gliding up and down the length of an otherwise stable shaft, mashing relentlessly against his insides and commanding his male equivalent of a G-spot to acknowledge what was going on.

“Mmm, observant,” opined the guardian. “Perhaps you should put that observation to carefuller use before you trespass in places you don’t understand.”

“Do your worst, ya relic. The past belongs to the present. Always has, always wi-aagh!”

A lashing series of slaps now struck Teryx’s face from the left and from the right, jostling his mane and sending his snout back and forth. The blows themselves stung but were only a minor annoyance compared to the stink of… whatever that smell was, that kept filling his head each time the flame turned green. Now a green flare was accompanying each slap, forcing more and more of the scent into Teryx as he drew sharp breaths.

“Looks like the present is being conquered by the past in your case,” observed Anoup.

“Grr, you think you’re so… mmngh…!!”

The thrusting resumed, faster and harder. A heavy, heated feeling was spreading through Teryx’s upper body and making his pulse pound in his head. He felt dizzied… winded, even though he was breathing just fine. What was in this oil that was being burned in front of him!?

Desperately, Teryx tried blowing the flame out. How it hadn’t occurred to him sooner, he could only chalk up to the excitement of the moment and the way the penetration was forcing him to regulate his breathing. Even now, it hurt to force all of the air out of his lungs with his symbiote-controlled acquaintance bearing down on him. The puff of air was also nowhere near as impressive as Teryx had hoped. The flame merely wobbled, and then resumed its splendor. Then another flash of green appeared just in time for Teryx to have no choice but to draw a big, deep breath.

“Struggle all you like; we are stronger,” said Anoup. “We know what you are made of. We know how to compel you.”

“Ngh… why…”

Teryx could feel the tension slipping from his muscles; even his sense of outrage was becoming hard to hold onto. The sassiness, the fear, the anger… all of it was just becoming _less_the more he inhaled of these fumes. Some sort of airborne mind-control drug? Or at least a relaxant to get him under the creature’s sway?

“You’ll never… ghhrr, to the end!” declared Teryx through gritted teeth.

“This thing seems ready for the end, all right~” said Anoup as he caressed Teryx’s shaft with one hand. It was now granite hard, as if all of the chemical exposure was somehow encouraging more and more blood to rush into it.

Meanwhile, the penetrating cock went idle, but the thickest part of it continued to gyrate and piston its way up and down Teryx’s passage, the goo shaping and flexing itself within his walls. At one point, the dragon could’ve sworn whatever was in there had even taken on the shape of some fingers, or even a whole hand… there was a relentless coaxing at his prostate, exciting his nerves with the notion that it was time for him to shoot his seed. He could feel his cock spasming from it, the fluid building up quickly within him…

“Do you see, Teryx?” Anoup teased. “You've made a very important discovery, here in our little shrine.”

Teryx twisted his face in annoyance -- even as his neck began to bend, to nod, a glazing lack of focus overtaking his eyes. By the time the nod was done, his jaws couldn’t hold their firmness anymore, and went slack. His tongue began to dangle. He panted. He couldn’t focus enough to ask snarkily about what this “discovery” was supposed to be, even though part of him still wanted to.

Seeing the dragon’s resistance waning, Anoup continued to speak, while the goo within Teryx’s tailhole kept caressing his special spot. “Now… why don't you show me what you're hiding inside this… great need of yours.”

“Mgh… buy me dinner first, you brute,” moaned Teryx. He sounded almost drunk.

Anoup chuckled, the sound of it dark and resonant within the chamber. “No. You must feed me.”

The symbiote-coated, meaty gorilla hand took firmer hold of Teryx’s length and jerked it hard. The thrusting also resumed, the teasing inner massage now replaced with jackhammering forcefulness.

Teryx shivered. Pleasure… so much pleasure, from this creature which had controlled his friend, physically dominated him, and now was going to humiliate him by forcing his seed out to the last drop. It… it was too much. He couldn’t resist anymore. He had to, but, but…

But it felt so good. Too good.

The contractions of Teryx’s groin quickened. A word of acceptance rose in his throat -- stalled in a final instant of protest, before being blurted out a moment later.

"Yeeees…"

Teryx's eyes rolled. His will broke, subsumed under the sweet scent and the relentless pleasure of the penetration. A goo-slickened hand reached to touch his face, leaving a black streak on his cheek like paint. The flame in front of him flashed green again and again; a final deep draw of breath sent a heavy dose of the fumes coursing through him, leaving his lungs hot and pushing his arousal beyond the point of no return.

Wet globs shot under Teryx, forming a contained stream between his belly and the table. He couldn't think; the orgasm was everywhere, it was everything. The goo on his cheek seeped into the skin; a mind-twisting need for Anoup replaced his earlier fears and resistance. Teryx needed this. He needed it always. The idea grew larger and more pervasive, filling the void left in any place where the pleasure receded into afterglow.

"Be mine," intoned Anoup, before a rhythmic, orgasmic throbbing began in his-and-Adrian’s cock.

Teryx let out a mewling, breathy “Mwraaawr” as the club-head of the cock rumbled against his insides. He expected to feel a gush of fresh goo into his depths, but instead felt only the thick presence of that shaft as it enjoyed itself. Not that he minded, now. Whatever the creature possessing Adrian wanted -- however he liked it, that was what Teryx wanted too. He was easy, relaxed… and so, so yearny for this feeling of fullness never to end. But it would have to end, right? Eventually the other guy always had to pull out…

A glurpy series of sounds emanated from behind and above Teryx as something changed in the bonds between the flesh of the gorilla and the casing of the symbiote. There was a bubbly, almost boiling noise for just an instant, before Teryx heard, through the mental fog, the sound of Adrian letting out a grunt in his ordinary voice, and the sound of the big ape’s feet shuffling along the stone floor of the shrine before he dropped to his knees and moaned.

Teryx heard these sounds of Adrian’s presumed freedom from the goo-creature, but he did not care about them as such. He only cared -- indeed, felt overjoyed -- that the release of Adrian meant the goo might now decide to descend upon Teryx and engulf him instead. He would be the worthy host, the desired host…

So it was that Teryx’s pride and urge to be dominated found themselves married together, the cracks and discrepancies between them filled in and smoothed over by the pristine, slippery perfection of the shrine guardian’s body and mind. It was all right; Teryx would be a good dragon. He would be a good servant, a good vessel…

“Yeeeesss…” Teryx managed to declare as the shifting goo reached his jaws. Soon it invaded his mouth -- shoved itself deeper into his tailhole -- climbed the length of his shaft and spelunked into its little hole. It was taking him, claiming him… and then, the explosion of oneness, of unity, of being made to service this other being as the goo fully synced up with his brain and penetrated his mind in earnest.

Welcome to priestly service, Teryx.

Yes, master. I obey.

The thought was effortless, as was his new need to stroke, tease, and admire his body. His athletic physique was taking on a chiseled, more blatantly muscular quality as the symbiote improved his bulk. His erection, though spent moments earlier, was already hardening up again.

Teryx was no longer in control. He was a passenger in his own body, along for the ride of his life.

* * *

From the other man’s perspective, those moments had looked quite different, though no less impressive.

Adrian stumbled backwards, free of his rubbery prison and very confused about just what was going on. His head ached as if he had just awoken from an overly intense dream; he sweated profusely and felt weak at the knees. Despite all of that, his penis was rock hard and felt absolutely blissful, as if he’d had some kind of mind-blowing dry orgasm and was just now coming down from it.

His memory of being used by Anoup was already hazy, and he was struggling to hold onto what bits of it that he could, even as his left hand dropped to his shaft and started stroking. He felt such a compulsion to ejaculate that it was outrageous… he didn’t care if Teryx saw him, didn’t care if anybody saw him: he must cum, end of discussion! All fear of violating the shrine had flown from his mind; it was as if the place itself was commanding that he finish. He dropped into a squat and grunted loudly, nonplussed about the absence of his clothes as he steadied himself on his left fingertips. He looked at how ragingly hard his erection was, how moist and oily the hair at his groin was, and then looked back up to observe the black, gooey entity claiming Teryx’s limp body. Adrian could just make out the fast-receding imprint which had formerly been made by his own shape inside of the substance, including the tubelike, removed-condom shape of the hole where his cock had been. The whole thing was shuddering and increasing its liquidity again, converting itself into a form which he knew would claim Teryx and complete his very important punishment.

Hardly even aware of the reality of the situation -- that his reaction had more-or-less been programmed by chemicals left behind from Anoup’s attachment -- Adrian saw all of this as a wonderful thing. He was lucky the being had seen fit to spare him, and to find a new use for Teryx rather than devouring him.

Thoughts of greater complexity than that were not forthcoming. All else had been swept aside by the needs to watch Anoup claim Teryx, and the need to cum.

It took longer for the symbiote to complete the process of fully re-liquefying itself than it did to actually encase Teryx, which happened with similar swiftness to how it had occurred for Adrian. Once the goo had smoothed itself along Teryx’s dazed and panting body, it was only a matter of fully coating every surface and pouring itself into every hole.

Now shamelessly masturbating to the process itself, Adrian watched as Teryx squirmed -- imagining that warm oiliness slipping deeper into the dragon’s tailhole. He heard the dragon saying “Yes!” as his maw was filled as well. Not even Teryx’s golden mane was immune to this claiming; it found itself eclipsed into the goo’s blackness just as every other part did. As for his cock and spilled cum, the former was swiftly encased and forced anew to hardness, while the latter was silently absorbed into the goo’s mass for other uses.

The gorilla grunted his approval. His heart was pounding with joy in his chest, and for the moment he didn’t question it. He stroked his length, bucked his hips, flexed and relaxed his thighs… breathed in the sweet, lingering scent of the flame which had been burning so well in this small chamber. While he was encased, the goo had somehow done most of the breathing “for” him, but now… now he was able to smell and enjoy the worthy scent of the shrine’s guardian as Teryx had enviably been doing before.

Under that influence, and with this enjoyable view-from-behind of Teryx’s encasement, Adrian sank deeper and deeper into a state of eroticized reverence. For Teryx to be host to the guardian was… good. No, it was more than good; it was right. It was proper, it…

It must happen. It was becoming even more important to Adrian than his own ejaculation, which he sought desperately with each rub and thrust.

As Teryx’s body became more fully encased, the goo-ropes which had bound him became superfluous -- and began to melt and droop before being pulled back to join the main mass. The added goo-bulk shaped itself along Teryx’s chest and back, chiseling out more definition for his pecs and traps. As Teryx-Anoup looked down and admired himself, some additional gyrations of the symbiote expanded further on this idea, causing the neck and shoulder area to thicken considerably and develop cordlike grooves of new “muscle.” The waist, thighs, and legs remained a little less beefy by comparison… but the way the strange new jackal-dragon snout grinned at them seemed to indicate that there would be plenty of time in the future for growing them further. There was a flash of desire in the encased man’s eyes -- just before the goo formed something like goggles over them both, and then flattened those coverings into a pair of phosphorescent red lenses.

“Mmm, so much nicer to be able to see heat~”

How Adrian hadn’t spilled his seed already was a mystery to Adrian himself -- though it seemed not so mysterious to the goo-entity’s nascent avatar. Anoup gazed and smiled at him as the infra-lenses constructed themselves, immediately putting them to use in appreciating how the gorilla’s aroused body was pushing toward its peak. Adrian knew his groin must look quite hot -- to say nothing of his vigorously stroked member.

Anoup posed upright and spread-legged at the table’s edge for just a moment, showing off the goo-swollen, foot-and-a-half length of his cock, which fully retained Teryx’s draconic shape but featured the addition of a five-inch-thick knot, and adopted an ebony black color all over. The balls hung with goo-enhanced ampleness, dangling low and free between his thighs.

The gorilla looked up desperately at him.

“Mmm, what’s the matter, friend~? Can’t quite finish?”

Adrian swallowed hard and nodded. He didn’t know why, but he knew Anoup could help him.

“This always happens,” said Anoup as he stood tall and casually flexed to continue showing off his physique. “A lingering effect of my touch upon your nerves. It’ll pass in a day or two… but for now, I’ll have to reward you myself.” Seeing some alarm in Adrian’s eyes, he added, “Ah, don’t worry. Just relax. Relax that lovely body of yours… lean back on the floor.”

Adrian obeyed -- and found himself easily hoisted up and carried to the table, where Anoup placed him face-up with no ceremony but plenty of lust. The encased dragon then spread his strong arms to grasp each nearby corner of the table, and bent his knees forward to permit a succulent moment of frotting: shaft against shaft, strong guardian over submitting male.

“Aaahhwh…” panted Adrian as he felt the slick warmness of the great cock touch his own. He could feel the symbiote-enhanced cock pulsing, as if every heartbeat held it on the verge of climax, yet Teryx-Anoup seemed unperturbed and in no great hurry. Quite to the contrary, this grinding of shafts was slow and immensely sensual, the pressure making Adrian shudder with delight.

Though mostly unseen by Adrian, the more the goo-cock throbbed, the more tiny emissions of its oily essence it released to flow down both of their shafts. Everywhere the oil touched, Adrian’s cock zinged with heat and need. His eyes, however, were drawn to keep admiring the muscular symbiosis of the dragon’s chest, and his arms… and up along his face. Then their eyes met, and Teryx-Anoup smirked as something changed further down below.

The goo-coated cock developed a mobile and club-like protuberance along the head, as it had done for Adrian before. This swollen area, like a thick glob of semisolid oil, glided up and down Teryx-Anoup’s shaft from tip to knot and back again, the movements timed so that they were slightly out of sync with the slow, frotting thrusts. With each movement, the portion of the goo in contact with the gorilla’s cock would sink and bend around it, partially hugging the tabled man’s shaft and spreading the arousal-enhancing oil all over the skin. As the moments passed, Adrian found himself drooling, an infectious sense of need building within him even as he lost more and more of his will to try to satisfy that need for himself. The strong body above him, the goo’s movements and the growing definition of Teryx’s symbiote-coated muscles under the dim light… Adrian felt so safe, so put in his place, and so ready for what would be soon to come. As strange as it was to feel this way, he found himself trusting this creature which had for that brief but powerful time had his body as its home.

The knob of the guardian’s shaft flattened down again as he lowered himself further. His erection pulsed wildly, yet he seemed somehow disinterested in bringing it its full satisfaction -- though Adrian would not understand the reason for that until some time later. The jackal-dragon snout parted, revealing how much and how deeply the goo had already infested Teryx’s maw -- far more, and more deeply, than it had ever gone into Adrian. A black welcome mat of gums and tongue invited the viewer’s eyes toward the back of his throat, and from there… well, it must surely be a dropoff into goopy annihilation. Those teeth looked harder and shinier than before, too, as if the goo had somehow reinforced them without removing their sharpness.

The guardian did not, however, bite or strike Adrian. Instead, he bent his neck and began to suckle and lick the gorilla’s shaft. The tongue itself was slimy and warmly oily -- incredibly long and easily able to engulf the shaft in a variety of patterns. The gorilla’s nose flared as he drew and released short breaths; his muscular gut flexed and quivered as he felt that warming oil digging into him, as if it was indeed riding his nerves and sending impulses along them.

“Good,” cooed the guardian between two long slurps. “Give it all to me.”

Adrian felt his body obeying, reviving those orgasmic sensations which had struck him like lightning during his earlier encasement. He couldn’t stop it now even if he had a will to do so. This oil and this tongue might as well have owned him.

An apish bellow of joy followed -- and then the inevitable spasms. It was a normal ejaculation for Adrian, albeit strong and head-spinning; six steady spurts of bliss. The tongue slickly withdrew along the length of his shaft, sending a tickle of overstimulation, and Teryx-Anoup’s long snout made a single gulping motion to swallow the load. Almost imperceptibly, a moment later, there was the slightest increase in size along the dragon’s abs. He reasoned that he’d be able to support it.

“Heh, this host enjoys being honed, grown, sculpted… perfect.”

For Adrian, the room spun. The afterglow was hitting him harder than he had realized it would. The guardian looked down at him from above, and made his pecs dance for his eyes a few times.

“…And being shown off. Hmm, losing his present life may be a suitable punishment, but still I have the impression he may enjoy this a bit too much.” Glancing down thoughtfully at his own still-large erection, Anoup snickered. “Of course, there are ways of ensuring it’s still a frustration.” The jackal-dragon erection went limp, triggering a feeling of revulsion that only Anoup himself could detect. “Yes, I think this one will be able to be nicely punished and trained.”

Adrian’s mind wandered. His large eyelids drooped shut. He felt so… exhausted. Was it the sweet scent lingering in the room, or just the force of his climax?

“Rest well, my discoverer,” said Anoup. “When you awake again, we shall determine how things will be from now on.”

* * *

Teryx-Anoup’s face was the first thing Adrian saw upon coming to, half an hour later. It was a face he would continue seeing often during the subsequent months: a countenance combining the sleekness of a jackal and the smugness of a dragon.

With time, Anoup would perfect the appearance to his liking. Ornate golden “paint” decorated the side of each eye and down towards each cheek, framing the intimidating redness of his gaze. Similarly colored glyphs adorned his back, groin, and thighs; they were words from Anoup’s ancient language that described, in various epithets, his guardianship and his vessel’s status as a sworn protector.

At first, the guardian and his gorilla confidant met only inside the shrine. Anoup’s ability to bide his time was monumental, with no complaining when he needed to wait for days or even weeks between contacts due to Adrian’s circumstances. Whatever the goo was made of, it seemed to be imparting upon its host an almost ludicrous degree of metabolic perfection. After just two days of being Anoup’s host, “Teryx” no longer needed to ask Adrian to bring him food of any kind.

In terms of personality, the blending of symbiote and host had been apparent from the first moments with each of them. Adrian’s calmer strength had shown in Anoup’s methods while riding him; so too did Teryx’s blend of spunk, gracefulness, and superiority now that he was the primary host.

“You know, it’s still ‘me,’” Teryx-Anoup assured him during their first proper meeting, without the influence of the sweet fumes. “I am Teryx, the one who went on that horrible little business trip with you five years ago. The conference at that criminally dumpy hotel where we consoled ourselves by telling jokes in a corner cafe down the street and avoiding the site as much as possible. Surely you remember that tigress waitress who kept hinting that she thought we were trying to worm our way into a relationship with her by coming there repeatedly.”

Adrian did. Of course he did. It was… just one of those little things, from a few days of a life.

“However, I am also Anoup, the guardian of this shrine. Thousands of years old, I’ve determined the exact date but will choose to leave it to your imagination. This vessel shall be… would it be too horrible a pun to say it shall be ‘suitable’ for my purposes? How language has changed over the years…”

Anoup played the part of Teryx -- enough to keep Adrian at peace. In reality, however, the symbiote was far more thoroughly in control than the gorilla could notice or admit. Those long periods without socialization were always spent in “dreams” generated by Anoup for the enjoyment of himself and his host -- dreams which took scenes from Anoup’s memories and recreated them in vivid detail. Scenes in which Teryx could play the part of an unlikely hero, a struck-down villain… or a compelled and penetrated sex slave. The rain dragon had become one with something beyond mortal comprehension, and was enjoying every excruciating moment of having his mind bent, teased, and broken by the entity’s presence.

Of course there were long term plans. There always were. Anoup convinced Adrian to tell no one of the shrine and to keep it safe, in exchange for an enticing string of sexual favors and indoctrination in certain knowledge from the past. As the months passed, the gorilla’s responsibilities increased; there were periods of seeking out certain people from certain families, especially jackals with some degree of royal or priestly heritage, in order to scope them out for the possibility of restarting a more formal set of services. Of course, any serious candidates for Anoup’s service would need to be met off-site and then prove themselves capable of keeping a secret… but he had ways of determining who would blab and who wouldn’t -- the most basic and common of which being a game of erotic torture in which he edged the person endlessly unless they agreed to tell him something they had just sworn never to repeat. Most were weak; most would not get far at all. They needed to be able to put up at least as much of a fight as Teryx had -- and even more than that, because unlike for Teryx, Anoup would not be constantly around to police their speech.

For those who had the chance to meet him, he typically looked like a giant of a man. His goo-bulked dragon frame was large by most standards, but was especially so when compared to the slenderer and often shorter jackals who were typical among his people of interest. Yet, he had a way with stealth and seduction, particularly with his black skin in dark rooms. Meet-ups would begin with only Adrian visible, conversing to confirm the individual’s identity and to explain some of the basics of what would soon transpire, while avoiding substantive mention of where Anoup currently was. The guardian would then enter and slip up behind the person to show them just how strong and crafty he was.

Being caught by the guardian was like being dropped onto moist wax -- somehow solid and soft at the same time, the skin coated in a liquid veneer that would dutifully introduce Anoup’s mind-altering brews into the bodies of those who made contact. Those who dared to run their fingers along his smooth neck would find their sense of touch growing tingly, the need to caress and adore him becoming a flash obsession as their interaction continued. From there, the situation could swell into whatever kind of coziness the guardian saw fit.

For those who found themselves hoisted up and then placed where Anoup wanted them, the augmented musculature of his physique would always make them feel like easily lifted pups. His tongue might give a teasing lick to the abdomen as the new friend’s shirt rose, only for those same delightful fluids to glide down the fur and into the skin, where they would begin to create the most relaxed and sexually needy of feelings -- a hunger that burned deep into the groin and ensured a greater receptiveness.

Alas, after any of these slimy bouts of foreplay, the depths of physical and psychological penetration which would follow still tended to weed out the potential followers. Most, even after a truly blissful night with him, were not suitable to have the shrine’s location or Anoup’s larger secrets revealed to them. The warmth of his oils would saturate every touched part with arousal, flushing the skin and driving the newcomer wild… but at the end, after they climaxed while screaming Anoup’s name and feeling a portion of his gooey essence flooding their insides, most still could not truly commit their loyalty. Some would try to lie, and Anoup would catch them -- forcing the truth through the loose-lippedness that his aroma and musk could subsequently induce. That was just how people were; he supposed it was no great, individual failing for any particular one of them.

Fortunately, his oils were ample, and his capacity for growth almost endless. Eventually he would have enough mass to divide and properly coat another, and by that time… well, by then he would have his serious candidates.

It was a slow, slow process. Finding people, building up initiates… and Teryx was there through the years for it all, his body no longer his, and his mind reduced to little more than a character in a story -- playing a part in this memory here, or being mimicked by Anoup to make use of some skill or memory specific to the host.

Did that constitute erasure of Teryx? No, far from it. He saw himself as being immortalized -- a legend written forever into the oily potency of Anoup’s goo.