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Student Becomes the Master

Feb 2025 Flavor of the Month: Wapatui!

The flames of the fire danced in Silas's eyes, the fur drake's brown and cream colored fur cast delicate shadows across his body. His fur caught the flames and glinted like little slivers of sunshine. The usually bright disposition of the cute little drake was soured with a furrowed brow and a scowl as he let his mind wander while rotating his stick in the flames, the marshmallow a bubbling, charred mess.

Silas hated burned marshmallows, and he knew he was being wasteful, but he just wanted to torture something in that moment. He didn't care that his fur was dusty from digging up dirt, the blisters on his fingers, or that his clothes were going to smell like smoke and charred sugar. All he could think about was how his professor had screwed him over.

A silent, shallow snarl formed on Silas's lip, his fangs nearly showing. He wanted to tear his college hoodie off and throw it in that smug asshole's face like some sort of cop throwing his badge back at his superior in resignation. He found that artifact, not him. He found it in a pile of dirt that they thought was already sifted through! He should get the credit for the find and the classification of it. Instead, his professor took it and labeled it his own find. It was a small obelisk that had tinny writing on it in multiple languages, some that we thought lost. It was a new Rosetta Stone! Not only would it unlock so many other scriptures they had uncovered, but also provide proof of communication with other cultures and nomads! Yes, their professor would go down in history as the new Pierre-François Bouchard, and Silas wouldn't be more than a footnote.

“Hey Silas? You doin' okay buddy?" Tyler, a tiger and fellow student volunteer asked the fur drake. “Your marshmallow fell off, like, two minutes ago."

“No," Silas sighed, shaking his head, his floppy ears smacking against his brown antlers. “I just can't shake off how unfair it is. I'm not even asking to take full credit for the find. I just want to be mentioned is all."

“Yeah, I get it," Ryan, the muscle bound ape said from across the fire, his own stick being rotated by his foot as he relaxed shirtless, his big gut on display with his graham crackers and chocolate balanced atop his belly button at the ready. “Professor Vink is a massive dick, but what ya going to do? Who would the head archeologist believe? You, a green undergrad, or the tenured professor at the university they exploit for free labor."

“Come now," Wes, the striped shark spoke up, his dark gray body lined with sweeping black stripes, his whiskers curling around his lip as he licked melted marshmallow off them. “It's not exploitation if they pay us."

“You're getting paid?" Ryan raised a brow.

“Oh yeah, in college credit," Wes chuckled, tossing in the rest of his s'more into his maw for it vanish behind his rows of teeth.

“Always the smart ass," Tyler shook his head.

“Still," Silas scowled at his stick, the tip charring off and falling into the flames. “I need to do something, say something that'll get put on the record."

“Dude, just let it go," Tyler put a hand on the fur drake's shoulder. “It's not worth ruining your career before you even get started."

“No," Silas shirked Tyler's paw off his shoulder. “This could have been the start of my career, but that clout chasing asshole stole it from me."

“Bro, come on," Ryan inspected his marshmallow and decided to keep rotating it. “You have to learn to let these things go. It's not going to do you any good obsessing over the small stuff."

“Small stuff?" Silas's voice rose. “You saw what I found. Would you consider that discovery small."

“Dude, you know that's not what he meant," Wes spoke, licking molten sugar goo out of his teeth. “He's just trying to push you through the stages of grief faster. Better to move past the anger stage instead of letting it punt you back to bargaining every time."

“Ya know what, screw you guys!" Silas snarled and tossed his stick into the fire, kicking up a shower of sparks. “If you won't back me up, I'm going to just have to do this on my own."

Silas stood and started his way back to the dig sight.

“Silas," Tyler called after him.

“Let him go," Wes waived off the tigers objection. “Let him blow off some steam."

Silas didn't hear anything else they said as he marched down the dirt path. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he needed to do something or he would burn up on the inside. That's what he reasoned as he swiped tears from his eyes.

***

The registry office was just a tent with some humidity controlled boxes. Most artifacts weren't so fragile that they needed that kind of thing, so they were kept on tables and in open crates until they were to be sent to the lab for further classification and research. You'd think they would be keeping watch over the tent, but all they had was one video camera in the corner. A cellphone propped up on a silly tripod that hooked onto one of the tables. It was easy enough for Silas to sneak under the tent liner and turn off the phone. With his flexible, lithe body he was able to slink in with no problem.

Silas made his way around the tables, checking each one for his find. It didn't take long. It was on one of the center tables next to the head archeologist's ledger. It was recorded as found by their professor and the location was some pit he was assigned to. Silas grit his teeth at the lies scrawled on that page. He could just adjust the findings here in the ledger, and he could fake the signature that was used on corrections well enough, right?

The little fur drake started looking for a pen, shifting things about. Then he bumped against the obelisk. Silas paused and then lifted up the relic again. It was some sort of black marble that hadn't warn down over the ages. It was a miracle that the words weren't degraded and lost to time. He glanced over one of the words on the obelisk. He didn't know what the word meant, but he could sound it out.

“Narakahini?" Silas cocked a brow. He was sure he butchered the pronunciation.

That's when it happened. Silas felt a warmth that radiated deep in his soul. His heart beat and his body hummed with the same energy from the obelisk before a feeling bloomed between the folds of his brain. It was foreign and also familiar somehow. It was almost like the feeling of a sunbeam when you break out of cool water.

Then it spoke.

“Ah, so you are the one who truly found me," the voice echoed in his mind.

Somehow Silas wasn't fazed, his eyes started to glow golden as understanding swept through him. The very memories of the voice in his head steeped into his.

“You're a forgotten god," Silas blinked. “When I spoke your name…you were reborn."

“Correct," The voice said. “Though I am no longer the god you spoke, but a new one. I am you, and you are I. We are Silas now."

“I understand," Silas spoke evenly, a smile spreading across his muzzle as that holy buzz tingled through his form.

“Good," the voice said, and Silas nodded as though the voice itself was commanding his body. “Now, a god is only as strong as his worshipers. A single soul to merge with is a start, but I see there is anger in your heart. Some fresh wounds that need to be blamed with sweet vengeance."

The images of his classmates rolled through his mind, a wave of hot anger burned through Silas, his eyes glowing brighter.

“Yes," Silas smiled. “Why don't we start with the ones who refused to help me in my hour of need."

“Then, we can go for the prize," the voice murred, fading away as his conscious and Silas's consciousness fused.

“Professor Vink," Silas said, licking his chops, his body thrumming with holy power. With a swipe of his claw on the ledger it burst into flames before instantly becoming ashes.

***

Silas strode back to the campfire that his classmates had made, the three of them having cracked open some cheap beer and were drinking it down.

“Hey Si!" Wes shouted. “You go and show that Prof Vink a thing or two?"

“Dude, lay off the guy," Ryan smacked the striped shark's chest with the back of his hand. “You doin' okay?"

“Yeah," Silas stepped forward, his golden eyes glinting in the fire light. “I'm doing much better."

“You sure? Because you were pretty mad before," Tyler came over to the fur drake and put a hand on his shoulder. As soon as he did, Silas's head snapped to lock eyes with him. That's when the tiger saw the glow coming from those golden orbs. Silas gave a cocky smirk before opening his maw.

“You're mine now," Silas murred and then opened his mouth wide and sucked.

At first Tyler was confused, his head tilting to the side, but then his heart skipped a beat. The tiger's eyes went wide as he took a step back, his hand gripping his chest, the fabric of his shirt straining between his white knuckled fingers. His heart started palpitating, a cold sweat broke over his brow, his fingertips and toes hummed with adrenaline as fear prickled over his entire body. Then he saw it, deep in Silas's maw was a golden light, just a faint glow rolling out of his gullet like he had swallowed a lightbulb.

Don't go towards the light…

That was Tyler's last though as he gasped, his heart stopped in a panicked painful fit as he choked on something coming out of his maw. A glowing green orb with the ghostly image of Tyler's face curled passed his own fangs, the faint wisps trying to cling to his teeth as a last ditched effort before curling around them and falling into Silas's maw.

Tyler was screaming yet no sound came out, he was thrashing yet he didn't move. He was helpless as he was caught on the current of Silas's feasting maw. Drool dripped from the fur drake's muzzle, his teeth glinting and ready to bite into their meal, but what caught Tyler off guard was what he saw when he slipped past that slippery tongue and vicious teeth. The golden light in that gullet was strong and powerful, his ghastly green eyes glowed yellow, his jade aura slowly melting into topaz hews before dissolving down that throat.

The tiger wanted to escape, wanted to run, but deep in his bones, or his soul he should say, he knew this is where he was meant to be. The fear was just his old life, a life he was quickly forgetting. There was nothing left in his flesh for him. He was looking into his future. He was gazing into the heart of a…a…god…

Silas closed his maw, feeling that large orb fill his cheeks out as he gulped it back. The green bulge slowly shifted to golden rays as it sank into his gullet, bulging his throat as he let it sink down deep inside of him. Silas opened his maw, a light burp sending a few green and gold sparks out as his belly burned with power.

The other two guys were confused. From their perspective, they just saw Silas open his maw and Tyler just collapsed. He didn't even fucking touch him. They didn't see any of the light show that just played out. They didn't need to wait long to find out though as Silas turned to face them.

“Don't worry," the drake murred, his voice deeper. “I haven't forgotten you two morsels yet."

Silas opened his maw, his tongue lulling out as the light in his throat glowed brighter. The two got up to try and check on Tyler only for their hearts to pulse. They both looked over to Silas to see what was happening. A gust of wind was spiraling into his maw, the smoke form the fire curling in with its sparks as though he were a bottomless bellows taking in breath. Both Wes and Ryan fell to their knees, gripping their chests. They couldn't breathe, they couldn't hardly see from the pain as their hearts stopped. They tried to grip their throats, to stop whatever was coming up, but it was too late. A red orb came out of the striped shark's muzzle and a blue out of the ape's.

Each one reluctant to leave their own muzzle, only for them to snap free and spiral in the twister of smoke and sparks. Both wanted to be free, both wanted to fight for their lives, but they were meshed together, one after the other curling into that muzzle before it closed.

Silas gulped down his meal before, but when he snapped his maw shut now he savored it, his cheeks bulging as he chewed. Those souls bounced about, their color tainted with the golden glow that was still syphoning them down that throat. They were unbecoming, their lives and memories being erased and absorbed. Powerful gulping filled their ears, each glug another piece of them gone.

Silas moaned around his meal, the spirits trying to claw their way out of his lips only for his tongue to lull them back. The flavor was ambrosia. You'd think something with no mass would be light and airy, but those souls were heavy and full. They had a thickness to them, like chewing into perfectly cooked steak, seasoned with sweet memories and savory truths. Drool lined the throat that those two started to slip down as the flavor faded. Two large orbs bulged Silas's throat as he slurped his classmate's down into his gut.

“Fuuuck," Silas groaned as the last of his meal curled into his gut, glowing and flowing through him. “Now, fuel me. Give me your strength, your god given talents, and your vitality. All of it."

Silas's gut hummed with power, the spirits in it curling and melting into his own before bleeding out into his body.

“Yes! Give in, you're mine and you always will be. Worship me from the inside, please me, and you shall be rewarded."

Silas's heart beat hard, his veins throbbing with golden light as it surged down his extremities. His fur stood on end as the pleasure of those souls surrendering filled every corner of his body.

“Yes! This is the pleasure of a god! Give it to me! Grow my vessel!"

Silas's body pulsed, every one of his muscles flexing as he inched upward. His antlers grew wider, thicker. His jaw cracked and became more angular and sharp, powerful cords of power lashed onto his neck as his Adam's apple became more prominent. His university hoodie rode up, exposing his midriff, the shallowest shadows of abs were already forming. His pants rode up, exposing his ankles, his tail lashed out further, the plumage riding down his back more silky and airy. His forearms crept out of that sweater, his fingers getting thicker his claws getting sharper.

“Fuck, this is hardly a fraction of one soul, I can feel the, urmf, Power welling up inside me. It's so hot, so pure, so fucking pleasurable. I can hardly contain it." Silas lifted his head up to the sky and snarled. “Now, ascend my vessel. Become a fitting body to house a true god!"

The light pulsed through him again, but instead of just a singular pulse, it was a series of pulses, rolling down his veins and pumping him up. Thick, wet, cracking filled the air as Silas's growth accelerated rapidly. It was starting to get almost violet, his one arm pulsing larger than his other, his foot bursting out from his shoe, his toe claws tore through his steel toed boots. His pecks lunged forward, one at a time and forced his sweater to tear down the center, his shoulders shunting one side out and then the other before visibly flexing beneath the taut sweater and swelling larger.

The drake started to reel in the power, but not stopped it, forcing it to bend to his will, his body evening out as he stomped his smaller foot on the ground, his foot bursting from the boot and grinding the tore leather and sole into the ground. His ass cheeks burst out the back of his pants, each a globe of sculpted power as his tail shook out behind him, reeling larger and smacking a tree, the bark tearing from it as he did so. Silas did a double bicep pose into a lat spread. His biceps tore out of his sleeves, his lats practically growing out of the arm holes. He then pushed down into a most muscular pose, his sweater splitting down the back.

“That's right, be gone sullied vestments," Silas grunted before tossing the remaining scraps of his hoodie into the flames. “But we aren't done yet. We've only absorbed about half of what's there. I didn't demand a tithe. I demanded everything you are. Now, surrender yourselves to me!"

Instantly the souls shattered in his stomach and the drake's eyes glowed with raw power.

“Yes! More," Silas grunted out, his voice dropping deeper. “Bigger! More!"

Silas's form lurched upwards, the growth violet, but even. Silas's teardrop hamstrings burst out of his pants, his clavs tearing the remainder of the denim into scraps as he continued to grow taller and more powerful. Silas lifted his foot and slammed it down on Tyler's lifeless body, his massive foot easily covering half the tiger's back and still continued to expand. He had to be over eight feet tall, his body a tower of muscle. His pecks pushed forward into a shelf, an awning over the cobblestone abs and angry obliques. His back muscles faught against one another to find space as he continued to well. He was so large, his arms were forced to an angle and his gate a permanent swagger.

Then his underwear started to strain. In that pouch was a thick sausage and a duo of orbs. The fur drakes tighty-whities had been blown into a makeshift jock with how his ass ripped out of them. But now is cock was glowing with power. It swelled, each heavenly pulse and thrum of that powerful heart caused it to swell. The elastic and fabric did nothing to halt it's advance as though it couldn't push back against that emerging members assent. Nothing could stop it. The fabric continued to tear, a duo of grapefruit sized nuts flopped outward, the thick member tearing through the rest of the elastic band and flinging the scraps into the fire as a two foot long piece of fuck meat hung out before him.

That wasn't all though. Still more power flowed into him. Not just strength and size, but the genetic superiority of those other species. His antlers were a crown of ten points, but a proud dorsal fin split his head in half, the tip of his tail forking out into two fins, spikes forming on his elbows to help him become more streamlined. His jaw cracked, his teeth forming into shark like points. His brow grew thicker, his fingers thick and powerful with the hide of that silver back. His powerful arms getting thicker and more powerful. Then his fur shimmered, forming stripes going down his sides, his fluffy ears flicking and forming spots on the back like a true bangle, his claws on his hands becoming vicious and sharp, his toe claws as well. Chest fluff bloomed between his pecs and curled up his neck into a mane, a mix the tiger's fur and his natural fur-dragon roots.

Then it stopped. Silas was a nine foot beast, his body a towering testament of powerful man. His two and a half foot cock swung before him, dripping milky pre and ready to spread demigods throughout the land.

“Yes," Silas breathed, hot steam rolling from his muzzle, a musky mist curling off his form. “This is a good start. Your tributes are very much appreciated."

Silas lifted his foot off of Tyler's body.

“But you all aren't much use to me as fertilizer," Silas snapped his fingers, golden sparks zipping from his fingers and sinking into the three bodies. Instantly they rattled to life, coughing and gagging before standing up, their eyes nothing but golden sockets of light.

“Do you three know your place?" Silas asked. The three of them looked up at their god, their eyes dripping tears of adoration as they fell to their knees and bowed. A trickle of power caused Silas's dick to throb, their worship, even as thralls, would sustain him. “Good, now secure the professor. I have a special fate for that prick."

***

“W-What is the meaning of this!" Professor Vink shouted. The old bull was a specimen to behold. Tall and powerful, his dark brown fur giving way to gray and his hair salt and pepper. He wasn't afraid of manual labor, his form built, yet the prof had gained some weight in his older years.

The three acolytes hand thrown a bag over the professor's head and dragged him from his tent out into the woods. Whenever Vink would demand answers, he was only given muffled giggles and harsh grunts.

“There is good," a deep booming voice rumbled from beyond the sack. The professor could only catch glimpses of light and…smoke? Was he by a fire?

“I am ready to be witnessed," the man said, and with that, the bag was removed. The first thing the professor noticed was that the bag was really a sweatshirt, the sleeves caught around his horns. The next was the terrifying image of some beast standing amongst the flames of a fire. He looked like some sort of demon, his feet crushing scorched wood beneath him, the flames curling around his body, but not burning it.

“You impudent worm," Silas glared down at the bull with his glowing golden eyes. “You are to kneel before a god."

Vink blinked, his head shaking as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

“I said KNEEL!" Silas shouted, his maw burning with light. The big fur drake hissed inward, the pull of Vink's soul making his heart skip a beat and fall to his knees. It was just a flash of his fangs, like a viper spreading its hood in warning. “Good. Do you know why you are here?"

“I…I don't know," Vink said, shaking his head, as a cold, clammy sweat broke over his body.

“It's because you slighted me in a past life," Silas smirked, stepping out of the flames, his fur glowing like it was meatal ready for the forge. “I am demanding retribution now."

“A past life, you would punish me for something a past self of mine did?"

“No, you did this crime," Silas rumbled, kneeling down and opening his palm, the black obelisk floating in it. “You lied."

“W-What? Preposterous," Vink blinked. “I was the one who brought it in knowing what it was."

“So you knew what it was when you took it from me?" Silas stood back up to his full intimidating height, his hot pre dripping like candle wax on the bulls head. “Then you admit your crime."

“Wait…from you…" Vink looked back up just in time for some of that pre to smack one of his eyes. It stung and it was hot, but his blurred his vision just enough to see the old little Silas amongst all that mass and power. “Silas?"

“You dare say my name with your treacherous tongue? I should have it cut out and force fed back to you." Silas flexed his fingers, his razor claws glinting in the firelight.

“Please! No! I-I'll do anything you say!"

Silas liked watching the professor squirm, the fool already a bumbling mess.

“I will give you two options," Silas lifted the obelisk, the letters and glyphs glowing with golden power. “Option one, I return this obelisk to the head archeologist, the point thoroughly shoved down your throat." Silas paused looking the bull in the eye. “Or, I can have you admit the truth here, and you'll be my concubine."

“Y-Your what?!" Vink's eyes were wide. “You would murder me or rape me?"

“I could do both if you truly prefer," Silas strummed his fingers in the air, the obelisk spinning gently as it hovered.

“No! No I…I just need time to think."

“I will give you two seconds. By the end of this sentence, you will have an answer or I will do both—"

“Concubine!" Vink blurted out.

A dark grin played across Silas's maw.

“I'm going to make you regret not choosing a quick death," Silas chuckled.

“But, you said I was going to live as your concubine?"

“Oh, you'll live a very long and undeserved life," Silas stepped forward, musky steam rolling off his form as his fur cooled. “For as long as I see fit. Now, acolytes, pin and disrobe him."

“No!" Vink tried to run away, but was quickly stopped by the much younger and spry college students, pinning him down and tearing away his clothes until he was on full display. Ryan gripped his horns to keep him from goring them, and Tyler and Wes pinned his arms, leaving his feet free for Silas to take, and he did.

“Quit your squirming," Silas smiled as he knelt down, taking the bull's ankles in his powerful hands. “It'll only hurt for a moment."

Vink was silenced by the ape's feet clamping around his maw, the bull's muffled cries came out as Silas lined his dick up with that sweet, plump, DILF hole.

“You know, Vink," Silas smiled. “I fantasized about being your little student whore, but that was before I realized what a massive dick you are."

Silas thrusted forward, his fat head forcing itself inside that bull, his screams muffled as tears streamed down his face.

“Fuck yeah, now that's what I'm talking about," Silas thrusted forward harder, not waiting for Vink to get used to his monstrous girth. “Now who's fucking who, Vink?"

The bull was trying to thrash away, but the beast above him could easily man handle him, let alone the other three former students turned acolytes.

Silas continued to roll his hips, more and more of his dick sank into Vink's tight hole. The bull was protesting the entire time, but despite that, his foot long bull dick was rock hard.

“Quit your screaming Vink," Silas smirked. “We can all see just how much you're enjoying it."

Vink kept trying to get away, but his movements were working almost in tandem with Silas's thrusts, working them in and out of him. The bull gave a shout, trying to hiss through his clamped maw only for a groan of pain and pleasure to work it's way through.

“Yeah? You feel that? We're becoming one," Silas smiled darkly as his hips continued to churn the bull's guts. “You feel me digging deeper into you? You feel that pleasure building inside you? That's the pleasure of a god, Vink. You insignificant piece of fuck trash better appreciate what it is I'm doing for you."

Vink didn't quite understand what was happening, but it was like that dick was digging deeper and deeper into him, each smack of those hips made the bull's legs shake and his prostate clench. He was nearly ready to blow and he wasn't even touching himself. Vink's eyes opened up, golden rings haloing his irises. The pleasure was building fast. Vink couldn't remember the last time he was this hard without his little blue pill, let alone ready to bust hands free.

“Oh god!" Vink's maw was let free as his cock throbbed, his dick spewing out thick rope after rope over his chest. His legs felt like Jell-O and his insides kept churning as those hips kept smacking his thick cheeks.

“That's right," Silas smiled, feeling that tribute, that cry of pleasure out to his god fueling him, sustaining him further. “I accept your meager tribute, but it's not enough for your slight against me."

Vink was seeing stars, pleasure being beaten into him through that holy fuck stick that cored him out further and further, deeper and deeper. He nearly felt like he was fucking into his god-damned rib cage!

Then a warm tingling feeling washed over him. Vink gave a light moan as Tyler nuzzled up to his side, gently stroking over his belly and nuzzling into his armpit. On the other side was the ape, his powerful body keeping close, grinding his hard dick against his side as he nuzzled his neck, his ape foot stroking his shaft. Then there was Wes. He was the lightest of the three and straddled his hips and leaned in to make out with him.

It was heavenly. Every fiber of his being hummed with pleasure. Even the slightest touch sent shivers all through him. His spine felt like it was melting with the amount of signals being shot up to his head. His cock throbbed and continued to ooze cum constantly. Not pre, but cum. He was constantly in a pleasurable high. The bull opened his maw, drool dripping out as his tongue lulled around Wes's.

“That's right, give it to me, give it all to me you piece of shit," Silas snarled lustfully, his hips hardly moving now, but each steady slap of his hips on his ass had that dick dig a bit deeper. It felt like that dick was fucking up against his heart and yet that felt like his prostate clenching with each steady smack. Vink gargled, a frothy drool dripping out the corners of his maw as he sloppily made out with Wes. Ryan's powerful lips sucked hickies on his neck, each one blooming into bleeding pleasure like he was licking his taint. Tyler licked at his pit, the sensation like he was flicking his tongue over his foreskin.

Vink couldn't form words, his mind was getting foggy, he tried to move one of his arms, but it was weak, every movement making his body shiver and moan. Then a thick glop of throat sludge shout out of his maw. It was like that dick deep inside of him was forcing it out. A thick wad of it globbing over his muzzle.

Vink tried to turn his head, but it was getting harder, like his body was getting more stiff, but when he looked down, his eyes went wide. His legs had shriveled up into little fleshy nubs! He tried to lift his arm to his face, but only managed to see the fleshy bulb of a fingerless hand that was quickly melting into him.

“You get it yet, prick?" Vink chuckled, his cock sliding up into Vink's head, his brain being pressed and causing him to glob out another massive wad of sludge. “You're going to be me, a part of me. Just in your past life, you'll still be a massive dick, but I'll be the one doing the fucking."

Vink tried to form words, the only thing coming out was thick slop of pre-nut as it oozed over his face. His eyes were closing, his vision getting blurry as his horns fell off and clattered to the floor.

“Fuck! I'm so fucking close I can feel it! Work it my acolytes! Worship my obelisk! Show your devotion to my pleasure!"

Silas wasn't even moving his hips anymore. His three acolytes were just worshiping the half formed body of Vink as he melded with Silas. Vink could feel Silas getting close with the way his brain felt like it was melting. It was pleasurable, like his entire brain was being rewired to give nothing but pleasure. An entire nervous system changed for one being's pleasure.

Vink's bones dissolved, his mouth moving up to the top of his head as it throbbed and constantly drooled, his eyes vanished into the fleshy confines of that dick as his hair started to melt off him. Beneath, veiny, beat red cock flesh was exposed. His ears folded back into his head and melted, his chin becoming soft and forming the upper lip of Silas's dick head. His legs had folded up and melted down into his ass, each cheek becoming a thick, exercise ball sized orb of sloshing fur drake nut.

Each lick, each stroke, every writhing hump against Silas's cock moved the transformation on faster, his cock finally taking shape, the only thing left of Vink was his soul. At first he thought he was in hell, but then that disembodied soul got splashed by thick wads of cum. That soul wasn't even being integrated into Silas's body, but being used as fuel for his pleasure.

“That's right you piece of shit! You don't get the honor of being part of me! You're going to just be my nut! Now, show me how much…grrrr…a fucking soul's worth of nut is! FUCK YES!!!!"

Silas arched his back, a golden glow coming from his massive balls as his new seven foot dong throbbed, the cock head gorging itself on blood before unleashing a torrent of cum. Silas's prostate snapped into action squelching cum out with the pressure of a firehose. The jet shot far into the woods, the rope as thick as one of his acolyte's wrists and dozens of gallons. And that wasn't even the main shot, that was the preamble of the real orgasm.

“THIS WORLD IS FUCKING MINE!" Silas snarled as his balls lurched, that soul slowly dissolving, buzzing right in between his nuts, tearing apart and blazing against his prostate as white hot pleasure. The next shot was twice as thick and magnitudes thicker. That tar like seed was so potent it only need to touch a fertile bitch and they would be knocked up with his demigod bastards.

Each shot was more intense than the last, that soul dissolved like a jawbreaker in his balls, keeping him at his peak as he shot a deluge of cum while his acolytes pleasured him for hours, his orgasms compounding on one another and making the pleasure sore.

Then, finally Vink's soul snapped and vanished. Nothing more than a bad memory and a huge stain on the ground.

The next morning the workers awoke to a godly figure with a dick as nearly as large as his entire body hovering over their cum flooded dig sight. Easily over sixty people.

“You all belong to me now. Stop digging into the forgotten trenches of a bygone age and start building monuments to your future as my slaves."

He finished his statement by keeping his maw open and sucked.

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