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A Dragon Envenomed

Part 2

For TeryxC

By Draconicon

Teryx's hand flew up and down his cock as he grunted and humped his fingers. Each thrust, each stroke was getting him closer and closer, but the dragon still didn't feel satisfied. Even after three orgasms earlier that day, he didn't feel satisfied, and his balls churned with each hard stroke, each thump of his fist hitting his groin.

"Come on, come on..."

The blue dragon leaned his head back against his pillow, fighting the temptation to get some of the toys out. The fleshlight always meant cleaning up so much lube, and the other toys were worse. If he had to do that, then he would be here all day, and the clean-up would then lead to more fun and -

"Fuck...fuck...Nnngh..."

Teryx groaned. But would it be any worse than he had already dealt with over the last few days.

Rolling onto his belly, he supported himself with one arm as he humped and stroked, pulling at himself, tugging himself closer and closer to the edge. The bedroom positively reeked of cum and musk at this point, but one more, one more and he'd be able to get the laundry started and stop thinking of his fucking hard-on.

Stroke, stroke, stroke. The familiar tingles hit, and he knew that he was right on the edge. Thrust, thrust, thinking of how it felt to be teased, how it felt to fuck, how it felt -

Memory of the tendril rubbing right over his urethra, the threat of it being impaled, the sucking feeling of the alien -

"NNNGH!"

That, that of all things, pushed him over the edge. He groaned as he held himself 'hilted' with his hand, feeling his balls drawing up against his fingers before slowly slumping down again. He slumped against his free arm, huffing and puffing as he watched the strings of seed shooting over his sheets. Some of them went as far as his pillows, staining them and marking them.

One more thing to clean.

As his orgasm wound down, slowly pulling away and ebbing down, he knew that he had a limited amount of time before it started building up again. Against his wishes to just sit down and rest after that powerful climax, he rolled himself out of bed, grabbed a clean pair of pants, and jammed his legs into them. He didn't even bother with underwear; it'd be fine for a quick walk down the hall and then a trip down the corner store to pick up a few things and clear his head.

He paused at his dresser, looking at the clear glass jar that he had stuffed the alien goo in. He'd taken to calling it V in his head, no idea why, and V was shivering and trembling as it pushed itself against the glass side of its container.

"No. No, I'm not taking you out."

V reformed itself, going from a simple glob of black to something all too similar to his fleshlight. It even imitated bouncing up and down in the middle of the jar.

"No way. Uh-uh. I don't know what you are, but you aren't getting that."

The jar rattled from side to side until he reached out and pushed it flat again. V slumped down, dissolving into a pure black puddle without any marks or shapes at all, as it tended to do when he got upset with it. Teryx sighed, shaking his head.

"I can't take you outside, and I'm not going to fuck you. Not when I don't have a clue what you are. Just...calm down, okay? I'll find some snacks for you or something while I'm out and about."

Not that he'd had much luck with that so far. He'd had V for three days now, three days that were filled with pure fear that some government agent was going to come smashing down his door and demanding both the alien and himself for experimentation. During that time, there hadn't been one thing that he'd slid in the jar that the little puddle wanted. Everything ended up floating on top of him until Teryx took it back and threw it out.

He had a bad feeling that there was only one source of sustenance that V wanted, and it was one that he was very reluctant to give after what happened last time.

He flicked the jar one more time, and the little thing flicked it back, almost like a miniature fist-bump. Despite himself, he smiled, shaking his head.

"I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't break anything."

Leaving the apartment, he hustled down the stairs, tossed his laundry in the communal laundry machines, and stepped onto the sidewalk. As soon as he was in the open air, he felt better, no longer surrounded by the musk of his own need, and no longer tormented by the constant pleasure that his body craved. He felt like he was his old self again, and he shook his head as he realized how three days of being constantly pent-up had made it really, really hard to think.

Who knew? Dick brain's bad at thinking things through.

With every breath of clean air, Teryx felt better, calmer, more focused. It was the first time in the last three days that he didn't feel like he was going to need to jerk off in an hour or less, and the need to not fight his libido for the first time in far too long was a relief that he didn't entirely know how to describe. He walked with his hands in his pockets and his head down, just focusing on the strange feeling more than anything else as he trundled along.

He had a destination, of course, but that was something that was in the back of his mind. He was enjoying the clarity, but that eventually meant that he had to start thinking, and what did he start thinking about?

V...what the hell are you?

It was impossible to tell. He knew that the little guy - if it was a guy - was an alien of some sort, but that was as far as his thinking had been able to take him so far. Whatever else he thought he knew came from guesswork, like the idea that the ooze fed off of cum, and that maybe - maybe - it wanted to take his body for its own.

That one was complete guesswork, of course. It was possible that it was merely learning what he was like back at the cave and that wouldn't have ended with him being a puppet of the other creature, but V had been rather...insistent about trying to take him, and the fact that it had been able to paralyze him said that it was something that the species could do. Or maybe that was just the way that they hunted: find something that they could feed off of, paralyze it, keep it pinned until they had sucked it dry, and then move on.

He shivered. That didn't feel right for V, but it was still enough of a bad image to send a shiver down his spine.

He kept walking, but couldn't stop thinking. If V was from outer space - and the fact that he'd popped out of a meteorite was rather conclusive proof of that - what would happen if someone found him? The government was still trying to figure out what to do with superheroes, the ones with real powers, and they still weren't exactly happy that they couldn't just arrest the lot of them. He'd read between the lines with the government announcements on the news, and he knew that they would have swooped in and taken everyone in to examine if they could.

But an alien? An alien didn't have people-rights. What would happen if they found V?

Well, that was simple. He'd be gone, and then Teryx would follow, 'contaminated' and needing to be 'quarantined' for the public safety. Say goodbye to rights and freedom at that point.

So, the best thing to do was more or less what he was already doing: make sure that nobody found out about V, and make sure that nobody found out that he had been up on the mountain.

He'd gone back the next morning, just to see if anyone had been up there. Thankfully, at the time, he'd seen nobody, and the scene was untouched, so clearly government and emergency workers were running behind. Teryx had taken his tent and everything else back, clearing any sign that he had been camping out there, and he just hoped that the guy that he'd slipped a few bucks to for the site didn't keep a record of who he was. If he had any luck at all, he was already in the clear.

Hopefully.

The blue dragon looked up as he reached the corner store. The big blue light on the side - all symbols, no letters - welcomed anyone that needed the basics, and Teryx ducked his head as he stepped inside.

"Hey, Teryx," the shopkeeper - a mole named Jo - said with a wave.

"Hmm. Yo, Jo."

"Anything from behind the counter today?"

"No, not this time. Thanks, though."

The mole nodded, still smiling, and Teryx smiled despite himself as he walked to the back. Ice, milk, a couple of other little things from the fridge contributed to most of his order. He'd like better bread than what Jo had stocked, but one took what one had. A couple of other small things completed what he needed, and he turned to the counter to find that another customer had already taken front of the line.

Except...

He narrowed his eyes. Jo didn't look like his smile was real anymore, and there was something off about the way that the customer was standing. Was that -

He's got a gun, Teryx thought. Or he's pretending to have one.

Either way, it wasn't good. He looked at everything in his hands. Could he do something? He couldn't just let the mole get robbed, but what the hell was he supposed to do? Tackle an armed man to the ground and hope for the best? What would happen if -

The decision was taken out of his hands as the robber turned and ran. The wolf ran out the door and - against his better judgment - Teryx ran after him. He dropped everything and was just about to do the stupid thing of leaping through the door and tackling the wolf when someone else did it for him.

A massive blue-white dragon lunged out of the sky, slamming into the wolf's back from behind. The robber hit the ground hard, sliding along the pavement, and the bag with his stolen goods skidded away. Teryx stopped in his tracks, staring with his mouth wide open as the flying dragon dragged the robber to his feet.

Holy...

It was one of the supers that helped the city, and it was even one that he knew from the news. The blue-white costume, combined with the chain symbols running down the dragon's arms and appearing around the wolf's wrists, confirmed it. This was Skybound, the dragon that swooped down to seize any and all lawbreakers that thought they could run free.

He just stood there, watching, as Skybound tossed the wolf to the sidewalk and then stooped over to pick up the bag. It wasn't until he started looking around that Teryx opened the door again and waved.

"Excuse me? He stole it from here," he shouted.

"Ah, thank you, citizen."

Skybound threw the bag over and Teryx caught it. He was just glad that he didn't fumble it as he tucked it under his arm and waved his thanks once more.

As the other dragon took off with one flap of his wings and the cops started showing up, Teryx shook his head. It was still hard to believe that the heroes were real, but when you saw something like that, it was impossible to believe otherwise.

Dragons were rare in the world already, and dragons with wings were rarer still. Skybound was lucky enough to have both the wings and a power of his own, something that allowed him to take charge of deadly situations and resolve them faster than a normal person could. Even another dragon would have had a hard time with that if the wolf had seen them coming, or if the fight had been any longer than it was.

I couldn't have done that, Teryx thought as he walked back to the counter, passing the bag back to Jo. I'm strong, but...not that strong...

And it was hard to admit just how useless he felt after that. He felt like he had been nothing but a lump on the wall compared to what Skybound had done. Sure, he'd done something, chasing after the guy, and he had been there to call out where the money was supposed to go, but -

"You need anything else?"

He blinked, looking up. Jo gestured at the stuff on the counter, and the dragon realized that the mole had picked it all up while he had gone after the criminal.

"Uh, no, that's...that's everything," he said.

"You did good, too, you know."

"Nah. That was all Skybound."

"True, he tackled, but you chased. And you were honest."

"Not much use in this day and age, is it?" Teryx shook his head. "But glad that it worked out for you."

"Worked out pretty darn good, yeah." The mole bagged up his groceries and passed them back. "You be safe, okay? No doing anything stupid."

"When do I do stupid stuff?"

"Just now, Teryx." The mole chuckled. "You don't do stupid stuff, okay? I like you. You're a good customer, good guy. So, don't do anything stupid."

"Sure, sure. I'll be careful."

Taking the bags, he nodded his thanks to the mole and stepped back outside. The criminal was already cleared away and the cop cars were driving away. Just like that, normal times had returned to the street, and he would imagine most people would have already forgotten Skybound by the time that they sat down for dinner tonight. Then the news would bring him up again, and those that had been on the scene would have been mini-celebrities among their friends, and the whole thing would start up again.

If you weren't a hero, or connected to one, you were essentially boring. And boring people didn't get much in life.

Teryx shook his head. It wasn't time for thoughts like that. For now, it was better to get back home, make sure that V got some more food, and then try and figure out how the hell he was going to manage this whole thing.

And hope that he didn't feel even hornier by the time that he got back.

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The closer he got to the apartment, the hornier he felt. By the time that Teryx took the first stair up, he could feel his boner starting to press against the front of his pants, and by the time that he reached the top of the stairs, he was rampantly needy. He grunted, huffing through flared nostrils as he smelled the air, and himself. The musk was there again, and he was all too aware of his sweaty, needy state.

He stopped at the laundry room, half-burying his face in the clean clothes in hopes of making the need go away by blocking the smell, but it didn't do a damn thing. His cock was rock hard and his balls felt like they hadn't gotten any relief in days. He wanted nothing more than to strip down right then and there and hump his hand, maybe paint the wall with cum a few times, but he managed not to.

Barely.

Instead, the dragon collected his clothes with shaking hands, folding his laundry and carrying it under his other arm as he wobbled back towards his apartment. The pulsing feeling in his cock was spreading, going through the rest of his body. Soon, his heart felt like it was pulsing in time with his dick, and that was a very strange feeling, indeed, and even his walk started to echo the pace.

Forward.

Forward.

Forward.

He reached his apartment door and fumbled with the lock. As soon as he stepped inside, he could feel an odd vibration in the air, one that definitely was coming from his bedroom. He groaned, slumping his head against the door as he tried to hold back from the neediness, the urge that was telling him to go and do the stupidest thing that he could.

He couldn't hold back for long.

Stumbling along, he eventually reached the glass jar in the bedroom. V was completely upright, stretching out and looking like a carbon copy of the dragon's dick. He stared at it, breathing through his mouth, huffing as his tongue slowly started extending out the side of his snout.

I shouldn't...

But he would.

Teryx slowly reached for the jar, knowing that this was a mistake, knowing with all his heart that he shouldn't try this. His cock had completely overwritten common sense, however, and he was a slave to his own needs as he undid the lid.

As soon as it was off, V slid out of the jar, falling into his hand. It perked up, lifting a tendril-head to look at him, then down at his pants. It bobbed up and down, looking excited, if a featureless black blob could look like anything.

Can't believe I'm doing this.

That was a lie. He could believe, and he did believe, because he was already pulling his pants down and fishing his cock out. Everything felt mechanical as if it was being controlled from further off, his body doing what someone else wanted. Soon, he was out of his pants, throwing them off to the side, and his shirt followed, leaving him bare-scaled. The dragon stumbled along to his mattress, falling on it, grabbing his cock with his free hand and giving it a few strokes.

V was vibrating up a storm in the palm of his other hand, seemingly begging to be pushed into use. He remembered what had happened at the cave, but he was holding V now and he wasn't paralyzed. Maybe...

Maybe...

The dragon wasn't thinking clearly as he brought the goo to his cock, or he would have thought better of the decision. As it was, his cock was throbbing too much for thought to pass through his brain, and he didn't have enough blood to run dick and brain at the same time.

V touched his cock and immediately changed, forming a tube that wrapped around the base of his dick and a tendril that attacked the head. Specifically, his urethra.

Teryx arched his back against his bed, his breath coming out in a long, silent hiss, pushing between clenched teeth as that tendril went deep down his cock in one long, fluid push. It kept going and going, sliding further and further into him until he could no longer feel anything but the stretch of his insides and those tubes down there getting pushed wide open. Further, further, further back until it was rubbing his prostate from the inside, and then -

"NNNGH!"

Even his grunt came out without words, without intelligence. He felt wild, his orgasm ripped from him like some button had been pushed to make it all come out at once. He couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't do anything but stare at the ceiling as he was milked of everything that he had inside.

Pulse, pulse, pulse. His balls kept rising, pulling up, all but crushed against his groin as he kept cumming and cumming. The moment that the flow seemed to slow, V pushed something and it happened again, the pulsing starting once more at full force. He arched his back further and further, his back cracking and popping as every muscle in his body went tight all at once. Nothing was loose, nothing was limp.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't think about breathing.

And then he slumped down. The pressure inside faded, though he still felt the plug down his cock. Just not all the way down to his prostate anymore. He groaned, gasping for breath again as he stared down at his cock, watching as V tightened around it, pulsing while pushing it down. The hardness never quite faded, but there was something else instead, a rigid need that overlaid everything else.

Nnngh...ah...ah...

Even his gasps for breath, his pleasured panting had gone somewhere else, in his head now rather than coming from his mouth. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he say or speak anything?

The black ooze continued to fold his cock further and further down, dragging it between his legs and then forming more of the black around it. Little by little, it turned from a tube shape to more of a bubble, completely covered and unable to move.

He could move, though. He realized it as he saw his arm moving in from the side. But was he moving it or -

No, it was V. The strings of black running down his arm, like veins over his own muscles, were moving his arm. V was piloting him, using itself as a wireframe of sorts over his body. Teryx was too exhausted, too horned-up to really understand, and thus, he just watched without resisting.

His hand, with fingers marked with a black goo line down each, pressed against the rounded 'bulge' at his crotch. It felt and looked like one of the null-bulges that he had seen in so much porn, but it was more pronounced, bigger, almost like it was flaunting how much he had covered up. He blushed, but that was all the more exciting in its own ways, getting more and more intense the more that his fingers were made to clench, squeeze, and rub.

Was V petting itself? Or was it using him to pet himself?

It was hard to tell, and harder still to care. All that mattered was the pleasure, the need, the build-up that just wouldn't stop. His head spun as he stared up at the ceiling, huffing for breath, his mouth hanging open as the black ooze continued to spread down his crotch and further south.

"Nnngh?"

A sound from his lips again. That meant that he was getting some control back? Or did it mean that V knew that it had a secure grip this time, and he didn't have to be completely restrained compared to before? He didn't know, but he knew -

"NNGH!"

He knew that something was prodding between his cheeks this time. He managed to look down, look at the mirror.

The black lines that V had produced had created something like a jockstrap around his ass, framing it in black lines and spreading his cheeks open. Another bit of black ooze was rubbing against his asshole, teasing it, tickling it. The shaft looked like a string of orbs attached to each other, slowly fattening out, slowly -

"Holy..."

Slowly copying his dick, he realized, getting stiffer and thicker and broader until it was the same shape as his own cock. It was pointed and ready for his hole, and as it pushed down, he felt what had to be his own cum pressing against his hole.

It wasn't the first time that he had taken something back there; he had been curious in the past and indulged that, but this was the first time that it was something as big as he was. He gasped as he felt it pushing in, pulling back, pushing in again until his hole started flexing back. The pressure was steady, slow, gradually pushing and retreating, pushing and retreating, and bit by bit, his hole was worn down. It weakened, flexed in -

POP!

And with a wet slurp and pop, the head went in. Teryx would have tightened up against it, but it was already going deeper, opening him up, the pressure of the black lines on his body somehow going inside of him, too. It...it controlled him on a level that nothing else could, and now, now it was going right up his ass to control that.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

The black lines that had already spread across his legs, chest, arms, and back were filling in. Light blue and dark blue scales were slowly being covered over, leaving him black all over. He stared at the empty spaces, at the light-reflections that bounced off the ooze, and realized that all the feeding that V had done had given it the substance to cover him completely when it couldn't do that at the mountain.

Are you going to eat me?

There was no answer from V. Not immediately, at least. Instead, the alien kept spreading, running further and further over his body. Soon, the black had consumed him from knees to elbows, and past his shoulders. It spread further still, rippling out in waves, like a sped-up version of the tide coming in. Little by little, his body was consumed beneath it, buried beneath the black ooze.

Eventually, only his head was left. He was made to stand up, his body responding by wobbling slightly as V got used to moving him around. He stood in front of the mirror, unable to not stare at himself.

I look...good.

If anything, he almost looked like a superhero, though with a full-black suit, that was almost more of a villain look than anything else. He blushed as he realized just how good it made his muscles look, and if he had been more in charge, he might have flexed before he could have stopped himself.

He was hot.

He was sexy.

And that nulge...he was surprised at just how much he liked it.

As he was made to turn in place, seeing everything - even the slight bulge of the plug up his ass - he saw the black at the back of his neck bulging out. It pushed further and further back, creating a hood that grew larger and larger until it was just big enough for his head. It was shaped just like him, but with some of the features smoothed out, some of the colors changed. And then...

Then it came down.

"MMMPH!"

Teryx screamed against the ooze gag as it covered his head, keeping him from getting anything out. Tendrils filled the inside, stroking his face, his nose, his lips. His mouth was forced open, the tendrils running over his tongue and down his throat, and more pushed into his nose, though not very far. It melded with him, opening up to allow him the chance to breathe.

But it was the ear tendrils that took him most by surprise. He stiffened as one went in from each side, rubbing against the earholes before sliding in. The thrust in was almost erotic, teasing, sensual, but even that pressure was hard to get used to.

Then...the word.

Teryx.

It was his name.

V.

He stared straight into the blackness as the ooze slowly thinned in front of his eyes. Little by little, it grew transparent, until he could still see through it and yet had protection. He heard it again.

You, Teryx. Me, V.

V was...was talking to him. He didn't know that was possible, and now, here he was, standing in front of a mirror with an alien tentacle in his brain talking to him. It should have been far more terrifying than it actually was, some part of him thought, but common sense had gone completely out the window by this point.

The more that the tendril stroked at his mind, the more that he lost himself. He stared into the mirror, stared as his body started to grow, bulking up along his arms and chest, thickening in the thighs and popping a bit more in the glutes. The strength wasn't just something that he could see, however. He could feel it, too, and the more that it spilled out, the more that he started to understand the sheer possibilities of this thing.

_You, Teryx. Me, V.

Yes.

This...Not Teryx. Not V._

This. This meant the pair of them melded together, as far as he could tell. Teryx could not disagree; covered in black and with more muscles than he knew what to do with, this was not the dragon that he had always know himself to be. And it was not the same cute little goo-pile that he had gotten used to having in his apartment.

If not Teryx, if not V...what is we?

The question was not something that he had an answer to, and V seemed to detect that. The talking stopped, and so did the muscle growth. But something else came afterward, something...

Something deeper.

Something more powerful.

The dragon groaned, huffing as he felt something pulling at the top of his spine. It was growing outward, pushing back, and as he turned - or was made to turn - he saw the two bulges that were slowly rising out from his back. They were...they were getting bigger, and bigger, and it wasn't until they were heavy enough to start pulling at his shoulders that he realized just what they were.

They were wings.

As they grew out of his back, taking more and more definition and proper shape, he realized what V was doing. V was giving him - no, them - strength, and they were becoming something capable of great things. Was it something that V had read from his mind, or something from the little blob's home planet?

He didn't know. He wasn't sure it mattered.

Further, further, further they extended, until they finally ripped free and nearly took up the whole of his bedroom. He wobbled forward, backward, then stood stable again.

No, they stood stable. He was not alone anymore; V was in him, of him, part of him.

He was they.

Who were they?

They didn't have an answer, not yet, but they would. Sooner or later, they would understand who they had become.

Covered in black, trembling within the ooze, the dragon stumbled along. They reached the window and furled their wings, barely managing to fit through it as they moved without thought or consideration. Something pulled at them, something that they needed, something that they desperately required.

Soon, they were outside. The dragon looked down, saw the fall, and did not care. They let go.

They fell for nearly too long, then their wings snapped open. The wind caught them and they glided, then they flapped and they soared. Up, up, up, flying towards the sky, the ground falling away beneath them as they soared higher and higher. One was familiar, one knew it should have been, but both craved the heights as they soared ever higher.

Eventually, they stopped their desperate climb, their wings slowing as they turned in place. They looked down, and they smiled.

This...this was where they belonged. In the skies, the heavens, on the heights. This was where they were meant to be. This was the place that was set apart for them.

Teryx.

V.

Whatever they were, it didn't matter. As the wind blew through their wings and over their gooey scales, as they looked down on a world that was hundreds of feet below, as they turned in place, a muscular monolith against the night sky, they had the one thing that mattered. They had reclaimed their space.

Now they just had to keep it.

The End

Summary: Teryx is having some serious libido spikes and doesn't know what to do with them. He ends up getting far more than he expected from his little goo companion.

Tags: M/solo, M/goo, Milking, Superhero, Body Control, Merging, Two in One, Symbiote, Cumming, Masturbation, Sounding, Anal, Muscle Growth, Series, Orgasm, Cum,