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Tower of the Dragon

By Macabre Dragon

The distant crash of waves along the shore was music to his ears, as Gorsythe pushed his way out from the line of trees. The huge, black dragon raised his head and tested the air with his tongue. The noon sun was beating down relentlessly on his back and the lush, green fields beyond his sight. With a deep hum in the back of his throat, he waited for his eyes to adjust before his gaze to wandered over the stretch of countryside before him.

It had taken him a long, two months to make his journey down south from the cold mountains of the north. The sunlit shores along the west coast of King Mallack’s kingdom were finally within his sight.

For several miles there were only grassy fields – littered with flowers and other such plant life that provided far too much color for his taste. The ground sloped downwards towards the coast before ending in a bar of sandy beach, with the blue, tropical ocean wandering out to the horizon for as far as his eyes could see. It was much brighter and calmer than the harsh rivers and ice-covered lakes to which he was accustomed.

With a grunt of disapproval, Gorsythe switched his attention to an attractive village a few miles in the distance to his right. He narrowed his eyes to focused, his green, slit pupils taking in as much detail as possible. After he had seen enough, his serpentine lips curved upwards in a knowing smile.

It was an ocean-side villa, with sculpted, beige houses with tile roofs and cobblestone roads. Home to the vacation getaways of only the richest and most celebrated artists and merchants in the land. There was no mistaking the beautiful nature of Seashell Cove: a town that even the most uninformed of beasts would know of in the farthest corners of the world. Rumor had it that most impressive pieces of art and literature were stored within those walls. It was said to be a treasure trove of culture and art – holding stone sculptures, monuments, paintings, and novels to make any notable human artist drool with pride and envy.

To Gorsythe, nothing would please him more than to attack the town and burn every last building to the ground. The pleasant nature of the south was a breeding ground for weak creatures and selfishness. None of them deserved to place themselves above himself or feel any sense of pride in their fake accomplishments. This action however, was not his true goal in being here.

His eyes lingered on the town for a moment longer, before eventually moving to the high, distant tower erected next to the village.

The tower didn’t match the architecture of the village. It was a dark, brooding structure: built for the purposes of stretching high into the air, with spiked tiles and barred windows for intimidation rather than pleasing to the eye. It cast a shadow over the quaint little town, maring its otherwise perfect nature.

Gorsythe smiled at the sight of it. Finally something that aligned itself with his tastes. The appearance of the tower in front of the village could only mean that the Naga was here to take it over.

The Naga’s name was Korlis. By now, it was no secret that each day King Mallack was losing more and more of his kingdom to the advancements of the Korlis’ army. It was a force built of reptilian humanoids, fronted by a small selection of Dragons, a small army of kobolds, and then the Naga himself. With each town they took, more humans were transformed into reptiles to add to their ranks – filled with rage and lust.

The very idea of dragons being underneath a Naga made Gorsythe sick to his stomach. He ground his claws into the dirt as he stared at the tower, his body restless from the thought of what he going to do to each of the offenders in the tower. None of them would expect him. They would be caught off guard by the sheer power of his monstrous form, and the strength imbued down to his very bones.

With a chuckle under his breath, the dragon strode out into the open field, walking in a direct line for the tower ahead.

Seashell Cove had been a stewing pot of panic and chaos ever since the tower had appeared. It showed up at the strike of midnight, two days past. The entire city had witnessed nothing to announce its presence. At the morning’s first light, it was simply there: a beacon of horror and a threat of what was to come.

Everyone had heard the stories of the towns that had been invaded down South. The Naga was pushing North towards the capital, amassing more and more of his reptilian army with each group of people they took. Rumor had it that the people captured were now the very reptilian humanoids that made up his army. The very thought of being sentenced to such a fate was enough to drive many in the city to stay locked in their homes, with their windows shut and their doors barred from all.

Even if they were just rumors, there was no telling the truth from lies when dealing with members of the supernatural. There was no explanation to be had for the Nagas powers, and they weren’t something that humans could understand. The only answer the town had to the appearance of the tower was to offer up one of their own: to give a human sacrifice to the tower in hopes that their lives would be spared.

Along with the rumors of capture, death, and transformation that followed the Naga’s wake, there was also the promise of mercy. Many towns had reportedly avoided being destroyed by simply giving the creature what he wanted: a group of humans to add to his army. If there was a chance that the many could be spared by offering up the few, then it would be done.

That was the reason why Samuel found himself walking towards the tower, prodded along at the points of spears held by the several guards accompanying, ensuring that he fulfilled his unwilling duty.

His brown boots sunk deeply into the ground as he got closer to the tower. The grass had grown thick with water around the base of the structure, despite the town receiving nothing but sunshine for the past two weeks. He was a tall man of just over six feet, with an average build, clad in dark, green trousers and a brown, tattered shirt. His black hair was slicked back, while his chin and neck sported the unkempt shadow of a man that hadn’t shaved in quite some time.

It made sense that the town had chosen him to be a sacrifice for the Naga. He was nothing but a criminal to them, and one of the only people that had been imprisoned in their luxurious home for quite some time. The vacation home of merchants and artists had zero tolerance for thieves of his kind. He’d passed himself as one of them for over half a year, living within the city walls and offering up art of his own to decorate the halls of other homes, and satisfy the suspicion of his horrible peers.

What they hadn’t known about him during this time, was that he was stealing behind their backs. He had been lifting paintings, figurines, rugs, and other forms of expensive art, ferrying them out of town and selling them to the highest bidder. Such an enterprise could only be kept for so long before being discovered, and yet his own greed gave way to carelessness. He’d been caught, and sentenced to die in the city jail, weeks before the Naga’s tower came into view.

And now, after having hated the residents of this town for the entire time he was here, he was being used to save them.

Samuel sighed as he looked up at the tower, swallowing in a failed attempt to suppress the feeling of dread. He felt as though eyes were watching him when he was standing this close, the dark windows of the tower harbouring secret, reptilian eyes that looked at him hungrily from the inside.

He felt a sharp prodding in his back, causing him to grunt and take a step forward.

“Move, prisoner, you’re not there yet,” one of the guards growled, urging him onwards. “Keep going, or the next spear you get will go in just a bit deeper.”

Samuel glared back at his captors, before continuing to trudge forwards along the moist ground towards the tower door. The five guards behind him wore the traditional armor of the king’s guard, albeit a bit more shiny and colorful than one might find in a common area in Mallack’s kingdom. Their heavy, metal plates with red and gold trim were a bit heavy and cumbersome for the task at hand. It was unnecessary to wear such flashy protection when out here, but he supposed in this ignorant, posh town it was more important to keep appearances than to be good at your job.

Folding his arms, Samuel kept up his walk. He looked from side to side, seeing if he could find a way to make a break for it. The guard behind him were slow, but there was nothing but open field all around for miles before the forest beyond. A few of them were armed with crossbows, and the muddy ground would hamper his escape and his ability to dodge should they decide to pierce him with their bolts. He wouldn’t make it more than fifty yards…

He chanced another look back at his guards as they approached the door. None of the five were looking at him. All of his captors were glancing either up towards the tower windows, or fearfully glancing towards the black, murky, wooden door directly ahead. They could feel its hostility as well, and none of them wanted to be here.

“Alright, prisoner, don’t try anything stupid now,” the same guard said, hiding his fear behind a gruff tone. “We’re going to wait here until you’re retrieved. If you try to move, well… I’m sure the Naga will be pleased with a corpse just as well.”

One of the other guards looked over, breaking his gaze from the tower. “B-but captain, I’m not sure he would,” the other guard croaked, visibly shaken. “A corpse is a corpse. These creatures don’t want the dead.”

“Then we’ll fetch another ‘volunteer,” the captain snapped. “He’s just the first of many we have for these beasts. Shut your mouth, soldier, not another word. I would rather kill this one and fetch another should he try anything stupid. It’s not worth the trouble.” He returned his attention to Samuel, prodding his back with the butt-end of his spear. “You’re not going to be any trouble, are you?”

“No sir,” Samuel stated, his eyes never leaving the tower. His mind was racing, trying to come up with a solution to get out of this predicament. He would have to wait for an opportunity.

“Good, then go knock on the door,” the captain uttered, taking a step back and expecting his order to be followed. “Let’s see if anyone is home.”

Samuel looked back at his captors after those words. The captain narrowed his eyes on him, though the rest of his company looked ready to turn and run at the first sign of trouble.

He turned back around and stared at the door in front of him: a dark, rotten looking thing with no, visible handles from the outside. It was in this moment he realized just how terrified he was, with every fibre in his body screaming to not take another step forwards. To turn and run, and be damned of the consequences. If he was going to die, at least it would be to a crossbow, and not to one of the creatures lying in wait inside.

He took a step forward, the breath catching in his throat as the door slowly creaked open. There was a rustling of armor as the guards behind him leapt back in terror. He remained transfixed and frozen, watching in his place.

A set of black claws curled around the edge of the door, taping the wood lightly. They pushed outwards, swinging open the heavy wood with an ominous creak. What stepped around the corner would be etched in the minds of all those present forever, as the rumors of the creatures inside the Naga’s tower was confirmed to be true for all.

A reptilian humanoid stepped around the corner and out into the open, holding the door open with his paw. His body was covered with dark green scales, the muscles in his arms and chest prominent and visible to suggest a power beyond that of a normal human. His face was bestial: with a long, narrow snout much like that of a lizard, with two, yellow eyes with slit pupils fixating on the gathering in front. A long, heavy tail swished with curiosity behind him, and he was clad only in a brown loincloth above a set of strong legs, ending in sharp, raptor talons on each of his feet.

The reptile smiled at them all, showing off an intimidating set of pointed teeth. One of the guards let out a whine of fright.

“So, this is the sacrifice you’ve offered usss… Ssssamuel is it?” The lizard said, drawing out the pronunciation of some of his words with a slither of his forked tongue. “My name is Quentin; welcome to the tower of my Master.”

Samuel’s eyes were wide with fright as he stared at the creature in front of him. How did the creature already know his name? He was the stuff of nightmares, and an image of the fate that would befall him should he decide to enter this place. He looked back, turning halfway as if to run, before nearly falling to the ground in shock as a deep, growl from the lizard brought him back around.

“The rest of you will go, now,” Quentin growled, exemplifying his command with a deep, rumble in his throat. “Else you’re going to become my master’s new toys. Go… now.”

The guards didn’t need any more words to convince them. They turned and fled. Even the captain of their company couldn’t hold his honor in the face of such hostility, as he darted along the muddied ground at a pace faster than a set of heavy armor should allow.

Samuel turned as well, taking a single step in his own attempt to flee, before he was suddenly locked in place by a set of claws on each of his shoulders. The claws held him tightly, piercing his skin through the fabric of his shirt. He grimaced and cried out, his knees buckling, threatening to cave in, though he was held upright easily, the fearsome grip of this creature not allowing him to go anywhere.

He felt hot breath on the back of his neck, along with the dry, heady smell of reptilian musk wafting up towards his nose. He shuddered at the sensation, chills running down his spine at the beast’s close proximity.

“And where do you think you’re going, Samuel?” Quentin teased, a hissing chuckle gliding out from his scaled lips. “You’re the property of my Master now. Don’t worry… you and your pathetic kind have no idea what goes on inside this place, and you’re about to be one of the lucky ones that finds out.”

The grip on his shoulders tightened, causing Samuel to wince and cry out in pain. He found himself backpedaling towards the tower, unable to resist as the creature dragged him towards the door. His boots left trails in the mud as he tried to resist.

“You and me are going to have quite a bit of fun before we get to my master, so don’t you fret. I won’t take you to him until you’re nice and ready…” Quentin uttered, hotly breathing in Samuel’s ear.

With a sharp laugh, the lizard dragged Samuel into the darkness and past the door. It promptly shut behind them, cutting off the sound of struggle and the laughing, amused hisses of the reptile as it pulled the man deep into that darkness. Only the sounds of rustling grass and the faint crashing of waves along the beach in the distance disturbed the day now, the area around the tower as silent as it had been before.

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Samuel whimpered as he entered the tower. The lizard held him firmly around the chest and neck, preventing him from going anywhere in a tight grip. The warmth of the lizard’s scales against his bare skin sent shivers along his back. It was an alien feeling to him: to have the shape of a muscular humanoid pressing against him, and yet, there was nothing human about him.

He gasped as he was forcefully turned towards the interior of the tower and shoved from behind. He stumbled a few steps, before correcting himself and standing up straight. He remained still, his limbs frozen in terror. He couldn’t see anything in the horrible darkness. When he reached out to feel around himself in the humid air, there came a slow, hiss of amusement from behind.

“Most humans react in the same way when they enter the tower,” Quentin said, his tone raspy and dry, echoing throughout the cavernous interior. “The sight of your species is rather pitiful in the darkness. Any creature in here could have you at their mercy in any moment.”

Samuel remained where he was, knowing that the lizard was right. He’d been brought here as a sacrifice, and it was too late for him to do anything about it. Like before, he would need to wait for an opportunity to escape.

If he ever got a chance.

“W-What are you going to do with me,” Samuel asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

That same, dreadful laughter rumbled out of Quentin’s throat. “Oh, I know what I would do with you, but it’s not for me to decide. My new master will want to have words with you, before anything is decided.” The lizard teased, before making his way up behind the human. He grinned as the man flinched at his presence, his scaled paw coming down on Samuel’s shoulder, while his other took the man’s hand in his own paw.

“Let me lead you there, my sweet, innocent little human,” Quentin rasped as he began walking forwards, the human quickly following suit. “I’ll take you through the tower with all of these scary creatures, lurking in the darkness. You’re safe with me.”

The small chuckle that came from the lizard’s lips after those words didn’t bestow Samuel with much confidence. He reluctantly allowed himself to be lead through the tower, the darkness ever ominous and frightening. He could see the dim reflection of reptilian eyes out of the corner of his vision, a sight that only increased the fear he felt in that very moment.

They walked forwards in dark silence. Samuel had no way of situating himself in this environment, so he stayed close to his companion, as much as he wanted to pull away in disgust.

He wrinkled his nose as the heavy, dry smell of reptile filled his nostrils. Though it had been a cool, oceanside breeze outside there was no trace of that in here. It felt as though he was in the middle of a hot, humid rainforest, the air heavy and weighing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.

Samuel felt himself being led through a side passage, his shoulder brushing against a narrow corridor of smooth stone. He stumbled as his foot hit the edge of a stair, electing a hiss of delight from his insidious guide.

“Watch your step, delicate human,” Quentin said, easily lifting the smaller man up to correct the error. “We’ve got a long journey ahead of us to the top. I’d like to introduce you to some of my friends along the way.”

Samuel winced at the intimidating touch of the large lizard. When he stumbled, the creature’s grip had adjusted to under his arm, lifting him up with those sharp, piercing claws. The sharp talons dug uncomfortably into the fabric of his shirt: a reminder that in every physical category, he would be outmatched.

He made his way up the stairs without a response, allowing himself to be lead once more. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light coming through a window, showing him a brief glimpse of the outside world through a set of iron bars. He chanced a quick glace out there, only to find most of his view blocked by the body and dark, green scales of the monster next to him.

He quickly turned his attention back to the stairs, the cool smell of the ocean fading from his senses. He rounded the corner and went up the next flight, finding himself lost in the darkness once again.

“There is no escape unless my master wishes it,” Quentin growled, increasing the pressure of his claws to exemplify the point. “Getting in is easy, but getting out is another story altogether. I wouldn’t even try it, unless you want to suffer a horrible punishment. Besides, we’re almost to my little friends… it would be a shame for us to miss any of the fun.”

Samuel didn’t know what the creature meant by ‘little friends,’ but they couldn’t be anything good. He was forced along the last few steps before turning through a wide doorway, stepping out into another dark room of stone.

There were no windows here, but unlike the entrance there was a source of light: with several lit torches lining each of the walls to each side. It basked the interior of the round room in a dim, red glow, granting Samuel the ability to see a grand, yet simple hall of wooden furniture and tattered, black banners draping each side of the walls. Though once whole, the banners were ripped with what looked to be the drag of claws and bite of fangs.

The grand, oak table in the center of the room was perhaps the only piece of furniture still in place. There was a smattering of matching chairs that were upturned and scattered, or lying in ruins, scattered about the rest of the room with horrible destruction. They were marked with scratches and bite marks along the furnished wood just like the banners, further igniting Samuel’s fear of the savagery of these monsters.

He also couldn’t help but feel that something was off about the whole environment. It felt almost like a replica of a human castle from the past, torn from its world to harbour these foul creatures.

He was led past several of these upturned chairs by Quentin, who kept a vice-like grip on his arms with those lethal claws. He was forced to step over some of the debris, leftover from the chairs, before being directed to a door in the corner. The door opened and he was thrust inside, pushed onto all fours by a rough shove from behind. The door slammed shut, and he felt the presence of the hulking lizard standing behind him.

The first thing Samuel noticed was the smell. The heavy scent that Quentin gave off was multiplied tenfold in the heated confines of the room. There was a dry, reptilian musk that permeated within his nostrils, making his eyes water with the sheer potency of that scent. It was overpowering in every way, and it held him down just as surely as any lizard claws for that moment, making him fearful to lift his gaze.

When he finally looked up, he was met with more monsters.

The fire burning in the hearth was the only source of light in the room. There was a single, wooden chair in the middle that sat unused, the only piece of furniture that Samuel could see. Oil paintings with ornate, golden frames decorated the walls with most of their color marred and faded, the tapestries shredded and torn.

Two, smaller creatures were standing next to the fire. The flames leapt high under the mantle behind them, casting their scales in a bright outline, while the rest of their bodies were shrouded in darkness. The one standing to Samuel’s right was shorter and thinner than the others. He was a tiny creature: only coming up to Samuel’s chest when including the tall, pointed scale ears on his head. His scales were a bright green color, and despite the lizard’s small size, he didn’t think the creature would hesitate to use those lethal claws and fangs on him if provoked.

The one of the left was much more intimidating. This creature was smaller as well, but looked to be built like a huge, muscular body-builder. The creature’s arms and legs were rippling with muscle under a set of blue scales.

As Samuel studied them both, they turned as one to face him, their yellow, reptilian eyes staring back into his own. He shivered and looked down at the stone floor, not wanting to meet their gaze. Each of the new monsters wore a similar, brown loincloth, just like Quentin behind him.

“You’ve brought us another plaything, yes?” The muscular lizard croaked, unable to hide a hiss of amusement.

“That’s what it certainly looks like, Nort,” The thin lizard exclaimed, referred to the other creature by name. “That’s what you’ve done, right, Quentin?”

Samuel heard a hissing sigh creep from Quentin’s mouth.

“This one is for our new master, but yes, we can toy with him for a bit,” Quentin said. “But I don’t want this one to be too spoiled. There’s no telling what Gorsythe will do if we don’t bring his first offering in a timely fashion.”

Gorsythe? Samuel thought. That wasn’t a name that he’d heard before. He thought the Naga’s name in those horrible stories had been Korlis.

“Ah, yes, that lovely dragon, Nort said, taking a step to the side and fixing his claws on the chair, turning it to face Samuel with an easy lift with his muscular arm. He grunted as he set the chair down, before standing behind it and letting his tail sway from side to side. “I’m not sure what it is, but his presence has made me… excited. I feel like I could play with one hundred humans before I would tire.”

“Mm, yes, yes, get this one up and on the chair already, Quentin,” Palit squeaked, his miniscule eyes containing a hint of delight and hunger. “I’ve been craving this ever more than ever since the dragon took over. He must be stronger than the Naga to make me feel this way.”

“Yes, much stronger. I’ve been feeling it as well,” Quentin hissed. The rising excitement was palpable in his voice. He grabbed Samuel by the scruff of his neck, getting more skin than shirt in his claws as he hoisted the human forwards. He tossed the human roughly into chair, letting the other creatures hold him down and get him set.

Samuel crashed sideways into the chair, feeling a bite of pain arch through his elbow before he managed to correct himself. He only had a moment before the two monsters grabbed him, roughly setting him down on his back, forcing him into a seated position.

“N-No wait,” Samuel pleaded. “I don’t know what you reptiles have in mind, but please, surely we can’t keep your master waiting? I was promised as an offering to him, not to be tortured like this!”

“Reptiles?” Nort rasped, hissing with laughter as he held Samuel down. “Listen to this ignorant human. These two are kobolds, you idiot. Born to serve the higher dragons and Nagas of this world, and still much higher on the order of things compared to you humans.” He barely flexed as he held the human down, while his partner, Palit, secured the man with straps of leather tied across the man’s torso and around the back of the chair. “You’ll learn that soon enough.”

Samuel could only continue to gasp with pain as the reptiles held him down, securing him to the chair. After the straps were tied to his legs and across his torso, they fixed leather bands to his wrists and slid them around the chair arms. When they were finished with that, Quentin walked up in front of him and held up a black, aged rag.

“It’s time for a little game. We don’t want you to see what happens next, human,” Quentin rasped, baring his fangs in an amused grin as he wrapped the rag around Samuel’s head, blindfolding him.

Samuel hated the look in Quentin’s eyes. He was terrified of the glee in those yellow, alien orbs as the rag came down over his eyes, making it the last thing he would see before his vision was gone. He whimpered as those scaled paws pulled the rag tight around his head. He was now completely at their mercy, and soon to be a victim of whatever malcontent they had in store.

“So, who wants to introduce themselves to our dear, human friend first?” Quentin asked, posing the question to the other two creatures in the room. There was a hiss in unison from each kobold as they considered the offer, before Nort spoke up first.

“I’ll go first,” the larger kobold exclaimed. “He should be exposed to a ‘proper’ kobold during his first moments in the chair.” There was an annoyed huff from Palit as Nort made his way around to the front, his talon clicking against the stone ground. He lay his paw on the human’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze with his claws.

Samuel jumped with fright at the touch, rattling the arms of the chair as he tried to shake off the creature’s grip. This only served to amuse his captors. He could feel Nort moving around to his front, along with the dry, heated smell of reptile increasing in his nostrils.

“What are you going to do to me?” Samuel asked with a fearful croak.

“Why, I’m going to give you something,” Nort answered, drawing his claws in a tease down Samuel’s chest. He lifted his paw away and placed a claw in his loincloth, sliding the fabric away and letting it fall over to the side of the room, leaving him completely nude. This fact remained unknown to Samuel, who simply lay back in the chair.

“Now, for this next part, you’re going to tell me exactly what you think this is,” Nort began, motioning at the other two with a wave of his arm. “Consider it a test of sorts – something to introduce you to what we do to vulnerable, little humans around here to remind them of their place.” Obeying his request, both Quentin and Palit backed up to the far corners of the room, letting him have his fun.

“P-Please don’t hurt me,” Samuel whispered, biting his lower lip. “I already know my place, you don’t need to do this.”

Nort growled with annoyance. “Have you not listened to a thing I’ve said? I’m going to test you, worthless human,” he rasped. “At no point did I mention pain. Now, shut your mouth, and listen to what I’m telling you.”

The human obeyed immediately, silencing himself and waiting for what was going to happen.

Nort turned on the spot. He released Samuel’s shoulder and flicked his tail up over his head, widening his stance to expose the wet underside of his tail. His pink, moist tailhole was glistening in the low light of the flames behind it, revealing his excitement for all in the room, save for the blindfolded human that was about to be his victim. He used a paw to hold his tail upright, before hunching over and taking a step back, hovering his ass about a foot away from the human’s face.

“There… do you sense anything now, human?” Nort asked. “Feel or smell anything different?”

Samuel could hear the kobold moving in front of him, but he didn’t have an idea of what was going on. He winced as he was hit with an extremely heavy, musky scent in his nostrils. It was the smell of dry, reptilian heat: the aroma that had been surrounding him ever since he’d entered the tower. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head, unable to know what it could be. “No, I’m not sure what that is. Did… someone else enter the room?”

There came another, unified chuckle from each of the monsters in the room. The sound sent a chill down Samuel’s spine.

“No no… nobody else has entered, you idiot,” Nort explained, with some contempt. “Here, let me give you a better clue.”

Nort then took a single step back, widening his stance so that his muscular legs fell to each side of the chair. His crotch hovered just over Samuel’s lap, his moist slit showing signs of arousal at the situation under his command.

He kept his tail hiked up high as he looked back, grinning as he pressed the underside of his tail right up against the human’s face. His wet, pink tailhole mushed up against Samuel’s nose, cupping around the flesh in an almost delicate manner. He felt the human shudder and try to move back, the bonds holding the man in place. His victim wasn’t going anywhere, and he could enjoy this as much as he wanted. He released his tail and let it fall over the man’s head, draping it over the back of the chair.

Nort closed his eyes and sighed, the muscles in his rump flexing, his tail twitching gently. It was a heavenly sensation: to have such a sensitive, needy area pressed against a creature weaker than himself. He swayed his hips from side to side, letting his hot, reptilian hole glaze over Samuel’s face, using and abusing him for all he was worth.

Samuel was paralyzed with horror when he felt an unbelievable heat hug the front of his face. He felt scales and wet flesh rub against his lips, but they were softer and more delicate than what he imagined, coupled with a hotness that made his skin sweat. The smell was brutally strong as well: the heavy musk of reptilian odor entering his lungs like a solid mass, making him gag when he tried to breath in, and his eyes watering from the stench. It was a terrible combination of torturous sensations.

“Mm… yes,” Nort purred. “Palit, get behind the human and lower him to the ground. I want to be more forceful with this piece of meat.”

With a tiny skip, Palit moved up to the back of the chair and fixed his claws on the wood, holding it in place. “Of course Nort, of course,” he peeped, bending his snout down to sniff the human’s hair. “Anything to make your experience more enjoyable. Including… this…”

When Palit uttered those words, he began to ease the human back in his chair, lowering him to the ground. His claw dipped under the man’s blindfold and easily lifted it off, tossing it aside. He bent down low and placed the human on his back, his limbs still trapped on the chair.

“And now, he’s all yours, but do let us have a turn soon, my sweet,” Palit groaned, fixating the human with a lustful stare. He sniffed the blindfold and exhaled with bliss, before tossing the rag aside and taking a step back, giving Nort some more room.

“Yes, of course my dear, and you too Quentin,” Nort rasped, giving the humanoid lizard a nod of acknowledgment. “We’ll all be getting our turn soon enough, now that this little guy knows what we’re doing to him.” He punctuated those words with a rasping laugh, before stepping back and crouching down, making to sit on Samuel’s face.

When Samuel’s blindfold was removed, he nearly vomited from disgust and terror. His words fear had been confirmed, when he found himself looking up into the air, right at the underside of this gross, horrible reptile’s private parts. The underside of creature’s tail was something he never wanted to see, and yet he was powerless to do anything but watch as Nort’s rump came down on his face. The muscular tail lifted high to show off a moist, pink tailhole, growing closer with each passing moment. Those muscular legs to each side of his head bent down and flexed gently, the excitement clear in his captor’s stance.

“No, wait, please,” Samuel begged. “Don’t do that to me, I’ll do anything… any-!” He managed to get out, before the full weight of the kobold’s ass smushed right into his face.

Nort lifted his head and moaned with delight. He felt the human’s face right on his tailhole, tickling him with the smooth skin and those delicate lips. The man continued to try and talk, complaining and struggling under his scales and muscles, with only served to tease him more. The man’s lips moved over his tailhole, rubbing him down there and making his tail twitch in excitement. It was a lovely sensation: one that he wanted heightened immediately.

He moved his muscular hips from side to side with a pleased growl, rubbing his backside over the human’s face, and giving him a good taste of the underside of his tail. His tail flexed and pressed downwards on the man’s forehead, locking in place. His victim was moaning and gasping under there. The cries of distress served only to make everything more pleasing for him. His warm, slimy member was pushing free from his slit at an alarming rate, making a smelly mess on the human’s naked skin.

The stench of reptilian musk was driving the other lizards in the room wild as well. It wasn’t long before both Quentin and Palit had moved forwards and were standing to each side, their eyes wide and glowing with a needful lust.

“Come now Nort, make room for ussss,” Quentin uttered with a hiss. He slid a claw down his waist and ripped his cloth away, joining with the other two over their prize. “You’ve had his face long enough. Let one of us have a turn now.”

“Yes, come on now Nort, let us have a go with him! It won’t be long before our new master will want to see him,” Palit squeaked. “We can’t keep him for much longer.”

Nort let out a grunt of impatience, before looking at each of them, perhaps considering if he could take them and have the human for himself. In the end, he growled and lifted himself off the man, a sticky residue remaining between the underside of his tail and Samuel’s face.

“Very well, we can share him,” Nort rumbled. “But, I get to have him again once you two have had your fun.”

Samuel was able to open his eyes just in time to catch the pink underside of Nort’s tail one more time. Those reptilian legs stepped off of him and away, granting a temporary reprieve. His vision was blurry, and every time he inhaled he could taste the trickling remnants of musky, kobold anal juices. He tried to lift his arms to wipe away the slime, only to find himself pulling at his restraints.

There was only that one, brief moment before he watched Quentin step over his face, lifting up that slender tail. This monster was more humanoid in appearance, less bestial, and yet just as revolting at the others. He tried to pull away as the beast sat down towards him, the excitement clear in that puckered, moist tailhole.

“No… no again…” Samuel managed to wheeze, before the lizard’s rump came to a rest right on his face, pressing his slickened entrance directly onto his lips.

“Oh my, this is delightful,” Quentin cooed, closing his eyes and allowing most of his weight to settle on the human’s face. He squatted down to rest his rump, his legs flexing to hold his balance, while his claws got a good grip on the man’s thighs. Like the kobold before him, he swayed his hips from side to side, loving the soft, gasping lips of their human captor pressed to his slicked entrance. It was a heavenly experience.

Nort growled and made his way to the front of Quentin, looking down. “Just watching this is making me want to go again,” he huffed. “We’re going to need more than one human next time.”

“Yes, yes, we can convince our new master that three humans is needed,” Palit squeaked, his tiny frame still hovering behind Quentin. “Or four! We need enough to go around.”

“Yes, we do,” Quentin droned, his eyes growing hazy with lust. “Until then, however, we’re going to have to make do with the simpering dolt under my tail.” He clacked his fangs at those words, making the chair creak with strain as he pushed his hips down hard, to exemplify his point. He pushed his tail down so hard that the man’s nose and most of Samuel’s face were shoved a few centimeters into his ass, the slickened ring flexing over that malleable skin.

In that moment, Samuel found that he could no longer breathe. He struggled at the chair bonds, kicking and attempting to scream, yet only succeeding in blowing a warm gasp of air right into that lizard tailhole. When his body forced him to inhale, there was nothing but the horrible, musky air of scaled rump for him to take into his lungs, making his throat itch with the heady spice and invasive aroma. The creature visibly shuddered above him, clearly enjoying the treatment.

“Mff… gah!” Quentin gasped, flagging his tail up and down, giving his tailhole a good squeeze over the human’s nose. “Oh my, Palit, you really need to get a turn with this man. This is exactly what I needed.”

“Oh, oh, can I!” Palit screeched. He was quivering on the spot, his little limbs shaking with excitement.

“Just… give me about five more minutes,” Quentin hummed, dipping his head down, focusing on the motions of his hips. He pumped his haunches in rhythmic motions for the next while as the two lizards looked on, hungrily awaiting their turn.

Those five minutes turned to ten, and when it was finally Palit’s turn, the human was covered in such a thick layer of moisture that he could barely see. The tiny lizard didn’t put as much weight down, but he made up for it with an excited energy, his lean body straining to keep up with the power of his larger counterparts.

Both Quentin and Nort didn’t bother to sit this one out either. They knew that time was limited, and they both wanted to get their fair share. Quentin took a seat on the man’s chest, whereas Nort planted himself at the man’s feet, tickling with his tongue out of vicious amusement, loving how the touch of his forked tongue made the man yell up into the tailhole that was assaulting him.

Although Palit was the last to sit on the man’s face, he was the first to cum. After a short while, his excitement got the better of him, and he painted Samuel’s chest with a good layer of hot, lizard semen that drooled down to the floor. Afterwards, he swapped out with Nort, letting him finished with a viscous load of his own cum to add to the first.

Each time this took place, the kobolds would grind down and arch their back, really pressing their asses right into the human’s face. Their tailholes would twitch and flex while the human struggled, their slimy cocks ejecting a steaming trail of white fluids.

The once dry, musky air soon turned into a moist, swampy and salty atmosphere as the lizards came multiple times, using the man as a dumping ground for their pleasure.

It would be a long, next few hours for the poor human under their care… one that they planned on making the best of.

Samuel was brought into the throne room after the kobolds had finished with him. He had been cleaned… mostly, though he still reeked quite horribly. Nort and Quentin both hooked his arms around each of their shoulders, bringing him up several more flight of stairs and dark corridors, passing more and more evil creatures as they progressed. He had lost all of his clothes, his entire body glistening with moisture and slime after what had been done to him.

His eyes were wide with horror as he was brought against his will, powerless to do anything but remain a slave to these monsters. The recent, sexual acts the kobolds had committed on his helpless body was burned into his memory forever. They had buried their tailholes into his face and rubbed their scaled parts over every inch of his body. He lay vulnerable on the ground and fastened to the chair as they worked their frenzy on him, filling his senses with the raw potency of their reptilian musk and arousal.

He was their victim for that entire time, made to be a sexual toy for their lust until they spent their hot seed over his form. His clothes had been torn and cast aside, his body laden with kobold cum, and the remnants of whatever bodily fluids they’d smeared over his form.

It was something he could never forget. He only wondered how things could possibly get worse, now that he was on the way to seeing their leader. The Naga would surely show him no more mercy than his captors. He could expect only more terrible, sexual acts with the denizens of the tower until he was one of them: transformed both mentally and physically by the continuous assault of their smell.

After what seemed like an eternity of endless passageways and stairwells up the tower, Samuel eventually found himself heading into the throne room. The giant, stone doors were pushed aside by Quentin and Nort. He was carried into the room to face the horrors of the Naga beyond.

What he found, was not what he expected.

As before, the first thing to hit him was the smell. The potency of reptilian musk that slammed into his nostrils made the smell of his kobold captors seem like a pleasant, light breeze. It was something he could never get used to. The weight of the stench felt like a moist layer on his naked skin. It penetrated the remaining fluids decorating his form, and he instantly felt his eyes lowered by the power it had over him. He found it hard to breath, forcing himself to suck in gasps of air through his open mouth.

He was dragged forward through the encroaching musk, before he was brought to a halt in the middle of the room. Eventually, he managed to raise his head enough to observe his surroundings. He let out a sudden, surprised gasp when he looked at who was sprawled across the throne.

The largest, most horrifying black dragon was laying across those stone steps, regarding Samuel with a set of wicked, green eyes. The throne seemed much too small for a creature of his size. The dragon’s body took up almost the entirety of the room. He was lying casually on his side, his front paws crossed over each other while a set of gleaming talons tapped patiently on the stone steps. His scales were jet-black, with a delicate shine of light reflecting on his scales due to torches lining the wall behind, outlining his bestial form.

Samael bit back a scream in his throat. In the corner of his vision, he regarded the sinister shapes of other, smaller kobolds and humanoid reptiles, lingering in the darkness. They seemed to feed off the energy the dragon exuded, fighting to be closer to his throne, but not daring to be the first to approach.

“Well well, look at who my new, loyal subjects have brought in to me,” the dragon mused, his lips lifting in a wicked grin. “Welcome to my tower, human.”

Samuel remained transfixed by the terrible creature, barely daring to breathe. He didn’t open his mouth, not daring to utter a word unless the beast wished it. He was powerless surrounded by such reptiles, and completely at their mercy.

The dragon brought his muzzle forward and tested the air with his tongue, his nostrils flaring as he gave a small sniff. “Yes, just as I thought,” he said. “A human offering from the town below. Tell me, Azath, what purpose did your previous masters have torturing such pathetic specimens?”

Samuel didn’t know whom the dragon was addressing at first, until a smaller, red dragon laying on the steps to his left, raised its head in fear.

Were it not for the enormous black dragon taking up most of the space, Azath would’ve been an impressive creature as well. He was much smaller in comparison however, making him the lower power in the room. He casted a nervous look over at the larger creature, swallowing nervously, before opening his jaws to speak.

“They would usually get them to perform sexual acts with them, sire,” Azath said, his tone authoritative and neutral. “They would hypnotize the human, play with them for a while, and then change them into a human kobold, such as you see here.” He continued, nodding his muzzle towards Quentin: the man-like reptile holding him. “Such a display would add more to our ranks, and provide insight for any weaknesses the village or town might hold.”

The black dragon snorted at that, returning his gaze to Samuel with an amused grin. “Well, aren’t you lucky that I’m the one in charge now, human?” He rumbled, his intimidating gaze never wavering. “Thank you for your trustworthy answer, sweet Azath. Keep providing me with such information and I may decide to alleviate your punishment sometime in the future.”

Azath nodded at the other dragon, before resuming his submissive position, curling up on the stone floor and watching the proceedings unfold.

Samuel looked at the red dragon briefly, wondering what the creature had done to incur his fellow dragon’s wrath, or what such a punishment might be. It was then that he noticed a rather large, excessive pool of white fluids under Azath’s tail, revealing to him exactly what had happened.

He looked back at the black dragon at a sharp, growl of annoyance.

“Don’t look at the traitor, look at me,” the black dragon said. “The fact that he is a dragon is the only reason he is not dead now, but serving the nagas of this tower is something I cannot abide by. It makes me sick, that a dragon could allow himself to be submissive for such creatures.”

The black dragon then tilted his head in thought, looking Samuel up and down. “But, as a human you wouldn’t know anything about being above another being, would you? You’re at the bottom of the food chain here.”

Samuel bit back of whine of terror at those words. His eyes studied the dragon’s long, fearsome fangs. Was he simply doing to become a meal for this horrifying beast?

“Anyway, where are my manners?” The dragon said. “My name is Gorsythe, what is yours?”

Much like the red dragon before him, Samuel had to force him to meet the beast’s eyes. He cleared his throat, doing his best not to stutter as he spoke. “My name is Samuel,” he said, simply, not wanting to say anything more.

“Ah, Samuel. As I said, you’re a very lucky human today,” Gorsythe purred, his scaled lips holding a sinister smile. “For instead of being the sexual toy of a couple, weakling nagas, you’re going to be treating me today. You’re going to play an important role in what happens next, so all I ask is that you pay attention and follow my orders. Can your tiny brain understand that?”

Samuel had no choice but to nod. He was terrified, but not stupid.

Gorsythe nodded in return. “Very good, you may be of use to me yet, Samuel,” he said, before looking up at his captors. “Nort and Quentin is it? Bring the human to the side of the room with everyone else. I suspect we’re going to have some visitors soon.”

There was no delay in obeying the dragon’s order. Samuel braced himself as his captors dragged him off to join the rest of the creatures laying in the shadows. He instinctually fought them as he was pulled into the darkness, surrounded by a horrible, reptilian musk in all it’s potency. The scaled limbs of monstrous creatures poked and prodded him from all sides, hissing in their amusement of his misery. Quentin and Nort held him close, adding to his discomfort. He was powerless once again, to do anything but sit still and whimper as the kobolds around him touched him over his naked body.

“Now that that’s all settled, we will wait,” Gorsythe said with a grin. “The previous masters of this tower are on their way.”

At those words, the kobolds surrounding Samuel halted in their torment of him. They turned their attention to the doorway, a hush falling over the room.

It was an eerie silence for Samuel. The once, unending cacophony of growls and shifting scales was replaced with barely a whisper. It felt like the calm before a violent storm. He held his breath, barely daring to make a sound, as they all waited for the appearance of the Naga and his apprentice.

After a single minute of silence, the doors swung open with great force, slamming heavily into the neighbouring walls. True to Gorsythe’s word, the former master’s of the tower had returned to claim their rightful place on the throne. Two, massive nagas slithered into the room, their eyes fixated on the intruder laying claim to their tower.

“What is thissss,” The smaller of the two hissed. “You could not have gotten in here without permission. This is impossible.”

“Well, seeing as how I did get in here without you noticing, and take over command of the tower under your very nose, I would consider this very possible,” Gorsythe answered with a smile.

The larger of the two nagas glowered at the huge beast, his yellow eyes shimmering with rage in the darkness. “Yes, apprentice, it does seem that the dragon has fooled us,” he said. “Right on the day of our triumph as well. Such a deed must be punished immediately.”

Samuel looked back and forth between each of the nagas, studying them while they interacted with the dragon. The Master appeared to be about seven feet tall, with pale, sickly green scaled and splotches of yellow decorating his scales. His muscular chest was colored a shimmering white, sliding from his neck and ending in a ‘v’ shape right at the start of his snake-like lower half.

The smaller naga, or the apprentice, was only a foot shorter, but much thinner in stature. His scales were completely midnight black, much similar to the dragon intruder in their midst. It was difficult to place him in the room for that reason, save for a pair of matching, glowing yellow eyes between him and the naga adjacent.

Samuel didn’t know who he wanted to win. There was about to be a fight between these two, higher powers, he knew. He didn’t want to be killed in the crossfire.

The other reptiles around him seemed to have the same idea. As their leaders spoke to each other in the center, they shrunk back further into the shadows. Nort and Quentin’s claws gripped him and pulled him back, only this time he didn’t fight as much.

“As irrelevant as your trick is now, dragon, I am curious how a beast of your nature could slip past our spells and enter our throne undetected,” the Master said, offering a curious tilt of his head. “I would hope to get the name of such a beast, before we kill him outright.”

“The name is, Gorsythe,” The dragon said, giving a small bow of his head, before slowly climbing onto a standing position. He stood high above the nagas by thirty feet, the tips of his lethal horns nearly impaling the stone ceiling. “A pleasure to meet you both. I assume that you are Korlis, the master naga of this tower. And you…” He paused, turning his head to look at the apprentice. “Must be Ralo. Though you probably haven’t heard that name in quite some time.”

The apprentice visibly stiffened at that name. “H-How do you…. What is this magic? He can’t possibly know who I was before.”

“Yes, I know quite a bit about each of you, master nagas,” Gorsythe continued, not waiting for another response. “It was rather easy to learn so much about each of you. I make a point of knowing everything about my enemies. It gives me a rather substantial advantage in this situation because… well, you two know absolutely nothing about me.” He finished with a grin, clicking his fangs together with an evil grin.

“Hm, you’re only partially right,” Korlis said, giving a small smile of his own. “We know that you have magic of your own, that you carry the same form of hypnosis as ourselves. I have heard of dragons like you, trying to mimic the magic we nagas carry. I’ll admit, I didn’t expect to have one of you here, but your magic cannot possible hope to compete with ours.”

“Oh, but I think it can, and it will,” Gorsythe growled, glaring at the two nagas, flexing his claws on the floor. “You’re also wrong about the hypnosis, but you wouldn’t be the first pair of idiots I kill to get what is rightfully mine. Thank you for beginning this conquest for me, by the way. King Mallack has a wonderful kingdom. I can’t wait to own it.”

This time it was Korlis’ turn to narrow his eyes in anger. “Apprentice, let’s kill him now.”

Without warning, the master Naga stretched a paw out and made a gesture with his claws.

The dragon’s head lurched forward violently, as if yanked by an invisible force. Gorsythe let out a roar as his body slid down the upper half of the stairs, losing his balance in the sudden, unexpected attack. His claws dragged down the stone, ripping up the architecture and making a horrible screeching sound.

In the same motion, the apprentice moved forwards and outstretched his claws as well, making as if to hold the dragon in place. He slithered forwards with predatory speed and placed himself at the bottom of the stairs, his yellow pupils igniting in a bright glow.

When the dragon came to a final, sudden stop, he was staring directly into those hypnotic eyes. He visibly stiffened, before appearing to grow calm and complacent, his wings dropping low and dragging on the stone floor.

“Yesssss excellent my apprentice,” Korlis said, beaming at the fruit of their efforts. “Once you have complete control, get this stupid beast to throw himself from the top of the tower. Then, we can work on clearing his horrible odour from our lair.”

“Yes massster, it will be done,” the apprentice cooed, raising his claws into the air, focusing on the task at hand.

They managed to hold the dragon in place for only a moment longer, before a long, rolling chuckle resounded from Gorsythe’s throat.

“It was a good effort to be sure, but such weak magic will not have an effect on me,” Gorsythe said, before his face scrunched into a vicious snarl. “Now it’s my turn.”

Before the apprentice could react, Gorsythe lunged forwards and knocked the naga to the floor with his paw. The magic serpents were unused to having their prey break free of hypnosis. It caught them off guard, and the apprentice found himself trapped under the incredible pressure of the beast’s right paw.

Once Gorsythe had the apprentice trapped, he reached out with his other paw and lashed his claws at Korlis with a snarl.

The master naga jumped backwards with great speed, letting out a glare of his own at the advancing dragon. He kept his distance, knowing that his enemy wouldn’t be able to advance without releasing his apprentice from the floor. He counterattacked by making another gesture with his paws, hoping to pull the dragon off the other naga with force.

Gorsythe anticipated the attack. He quickly brought his left wing forwards, meeting the invisible force with an impact of his own. He absorbed the magical push, grunting as it blasted his wing backwards, sending a shockwave of air reverberating around the interior of the room, washing over the scales of the surrounding audience. When he regained his balance, he used the momentum of correcting himself to bring his one, free paw smashing down onto the stone floor with terrible force, breaking the floor under his claws.

The impact of the dragon’s paw set Korlis off-balance. The floor jumped under his serpentine body with enough energy to send him a few feet into the air, just as a jolting pain rocked through his coils and knocked the wind from his chest. He fell to the ground, and before he could get back to his feet, the dragon’s paw violently grabbed him and pulled him into the air, pinning his arms to his sides.

Gorsythe stood very still in the center of the room. The apprentice was pinned under his left paw, whereas Korlis was held high by his right, his muscular digits keeping the naga’s arms against his side. There would be no more magic from the two of them, now that they couldn’t move, and hypnosis was useless against the beast that held them.

Gorsythe was panting heavily as he lifted Korlis up, looking at him directly in the eyes. “Now, do you understand what it means to be in the presence of a more powerful creature?”

Korlis scrunched his snout in a vicious snarl. “You will not take my tower, creature,” he hissed. “No matter what you do to me now, I return to show you the true power of my magic. You caught ussss off guard this time, vermin, but you will pay the price in the end.

The big dragon merely smiled at the onslaught of words from Korlis. Gorsythe shrugged his shoulders, before giving Korlis a playful squeeze. “It seems that you still don’t understand,” he purred. “I’ll have to correct this insolence for all to see, starting with your pitiful apprentice.”

He turned his head and looked at Azath. The other dragon lay cowering near the back of the throne platform, hardly daring to move since the fighting had begun.

“Azath, come on over here will you? It’s time for you to set yourself in my good grace,” Gorsythe said, posing the question in an authoritative tone. “You’ve hurt the reputation of dragons for far too long in this tower. It’s time you behaved differently.”

With a measured look at the bigger dragon, Azath carefully got to his feet. Each, shaking step forwards seemed to hold the weight of conflicting orders as he made his way down the steps. Years of obeying the Nagas had taken their toll on his mind. He was hesitant, even now that his former masters had been beaten.

“Azath, don’t you dare,” Korlis rasped, “If you listen to this creature, I will – GRK.” His voice was suddenly cut off as the dragon’s claws tightened around his body, silencing him.

“Come, Azath,” Gorsythe breathed, giving the smaller dragon a knowing smile. “These nagas will not be a trouble for you anymore. I have them under control. I want you to do what you do best.”

Azath padded up to the front of the dragon, standing with nervous attention. His eyes cast around to the kobolds and other, scaled shadows lining the walls, watching the predicament unfold. The throne room had never been so quiet. Nobody dared to make a sound, less they be marked a member of the losing side.

“What do you want me to do, my master,” Azath answered, looking up at the larger dragon with obedience in his eyes. He winced as both of the nagas let out a hiss of anger, which was quickly silenced by Gorsythe once more.

“I want you to sit on the apprentice naga, here on the ground,” Gorsythe purred, failing to hold back a small, chuckle of amusement. “I want you to sit on his face, and work his short, tiny snout into that tailhole of yours. It’s still messy with my semen, as I ordered, yes? Hold him hostage with your scent and my mess, while I take care of his master myself.”

The smaller dragon’s eyes went wide with surprise at those words. His tail visibly stiffened, and he chanced a look down at the apprentice Naga, pinned under Gorsythe’s paw. He stared for a brief moment, finding something new in his former master’s eyes: fear. The apprentice was breathing heavily under the dragon’s paw, straining under a power greater than his own.

After his brief stare, Azath took a step forward, his muzzle taking on an evil expression of glee.

“I’ll be happy to give the apprentice a taste of his own medicine,” Azath rumbled. He sighed after he uttered those words, finding pleasure in referring to the naga in such a manner. He walked up to the front of Gorsythe’s paw, making a show of swaying his heavy tail back and forth, fanning the musk from under his haunches around the rest of the room.

“D-don’t do this to me, Azath,” The apprentice gasped, his claws fighting uselessly against Gorsythe’s paw. “I was always kind to you, I never forced you to do anything you didn’t want.”

“But your master did,” Azath snapped, tilting his head down towards his victim. “And besides, you’re not the one calling the shots anymore. My new master is going to rule this tower from now on. He will teach me to be strong.”

Baring his fangs at the apprentice, Azath turned around and raised his tail high over his head. He revealed his warm, thick haunches right over the naga’s muzzle for all to see. His pink tailhole was oozing with the remnants of Gorsythe’s load. He placed each of his hind legs to the side of the naga’s head, trusting Gorsythe to hold the creature in place.

The apprentice wrinkled his nose and coughed at the horrible stench that assaulted him. He knew exactly what to expect from his own dragon: as they were instructed to remain unwashed and filthy to increase the potency of their musk and heat between their legs. The underside of the dragon’s tail hovered over his nose, complete with a deep, moist slit, glistening with fluids to display the beast’s arousal. A dark, puckered tailhole was flexing gently just beneath the other opening, the muscles beginning to quiver as they lowered closer to his head. The smell increased in strength, and he soon found his head growing dizzy and his vision blurring from the strength. He could do nothing to stop what was about to happen.

“No… master, help me,” the apprentice murmured, right before the dragon sat down directly on his face, the beast’s powerful tailhole pressing into his snout.

Azath shivered and growled in bliss as he pressed himself down onto the apprentice. He felt the scales of his former master’s snout rubbing up under his tail, driving him wild with their bumpy texture. He’d never felt something like this before. Sure, he’d forced the odd kobold under his legs from time to time, but none of them were this big or strong… and they certainly didn’t carry the same delight as pleasuring himself on his old master.

He knew the naga was suffering under his powerful musk and the hot, seeping fluids leaking down from his openings. The size of the snout under his tail was going to take some work to get down, he knew, but he had all the time in the world. He moaned and lifted his tail some more, moving his haunches from side to side in a slow, teasing manner. He felt the flexible ring of his tailhole widen and kiss the entirety of the naga’s snout, suctioning over his lips before clenching down and pulling, demanding more. He felt small tickle on the inside of his prostate as the naga’s tongue slid up and down. His muscular legs quivered at that, his claws flexing into the hard, stone ground. He lifted his muzzle into the air and closed his eyes, his jaws opening with extreme pleasure, and his tongue lolling over to the side of his lips.

As he worked the appentice’s snout deeper into his ass with the slow, rhythmic clenching of his tailhole, his draconic member soon spilled free of his smelly slit. His cock extended and drooped downwards with its heavy weight, leaking a fair amount of clear fluids onto the ground. The liquids were thick and heavy, heated by the warm interior of his body, and creating a greater stench of draconic musk to fill the air, the smell beginning to reach the audience around the edges of the room.

As this world was completed new to him, Samuel could only continue to watch, horrified, as the naga was tortured under the dragon’s tailhole. That was the only word that came to mind as he regarded the horrible display. He never imagined that the creature’s of the tower would be so obsessed with dominating each other under the guise of sex and smell. It was a controlling mechanism, he could only assume. When the dry, reptilian smell reached his nose he felt his head growing light, and his body growing weak in his captor’s arms. He nearly fell, were the creatures not there to keep him held up, holding him in an embrace of claws and scales.

The nightmarish monsters around him however, were having the opposite effect. They were driving themselves into a frenzy at the sights and smells. The once quiet monsters of the hall were quickly growing into an excited mob, cheering the domination of their previous masters.

Samuel cast a nervous glance around at his captors. Quentin was still holding him tightly around the shoulders not letting him move. He could feel their warm breath on the back of his neck, growing in excitement. He bit back another whimper, before returning his gaze to the two dragons in the middle of the room.

Gorsythe smiled at Azath, giving the smaller dragon a flash of his fangs. “That’s it dragon, you’re certainly showing that little naga who’s boss,” he thrummed. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Oh… oh yes, so very much,” Azath huffed. He worked his haunches from side to side, his tail moving down in a strong flex of muscle. He visibly sunk down on the naga’s snout with a wet, messy squelch. He gasped at that, the length of his cock throbbing between his muscular legs, leaking precum onto the floor.

“I can see that,” Gorsythe growled, before sliding his paw down and off the apprentice. The naga was completely still now, his serpentine body limp, save for the odd twitch of his tail and rake of his claws on the ground. “I think you can handle the apprentice for the next little while. It’s my turn to have some fun with our little Korlis here.”

Gorsythe lifted the master naga to his gaze, chuckling with delight at the creature’s useless struggles. “Tell me, have you ever been used by a dragon as big as me before?” He teased. “You’re going to be getting deep inside me – much deeper than your apprentice in Azath.”

Korlis hissed with anger, digging his claws into the dragon’s scales to no effect. “I don’t care how long it takesssss, I’m going to kill you, dragon. Kill you!” He rasped, his voice shaking with absolute rage. His eyes flashed yellow with power, body resonating with energy.

“I look forward to seeing that attempt,” Gorsythe answered, giving the naga a wink. “But for now, you’re mine. Try not to struggle, it only excites me more.” And with that, he slammed Korlis down on the on the ground with a loud, meaty thump. He turned in a single motion while the naga was stunned, taking a careful step over him before placing his hind legs to each side and raising his huge, muscular tail high over his head.

Korlis blinked. His brawn had saved him from the full brunt of the slam, but he remained stunned for those brief moments, his vision blurry and his head spinning. He snarled and shook his head, his sight returning just in time to see Gorsythe’s massive haunches descending on him. The dragon’s muscular legs bent down to each side of his body, flexing as the underside of that tail came down.

Korlis wrinkled his nose from the stench that assaulted him. The underside of Gorsythe’s tail was immensely thick and reeked of a powerful musk. He had a vertical, reptilian slit where the legs came together, the opening drooling with a clear, viscous liquid onto his belly. Just above, directly descending on his face, was the heavy, puckered ring of the beast’s tailhole. The flesh was colored a dark black, the opening flexing with the steady rhythm of the dragon’s tail. The warmth and dry, heady stench hit Korlis like a train, the power of it like an extra weight on his body and senses. He felt dizzy once more, he eyes slamming shut as he fought to withstand the onslaught. He only had time to lift his paws and hiss in horror, before the dragon sat down. He was lost from sight.

The naga master wheezed as the dragon’s ass pushed him into the ground. The size of the formidable beast was enough to squeeze him painfully into the stone, and encompass the entirety of his body. The scaled muscles surrounded him on all sides, while the wet openings of Gorsythe’s ass rubbed him all over his chest and snout. He was encased in the horrible aroma of reptilian musk, which penetrated his mind and forced him into a whimpering, limp mode of submission.

Everything was darkness under there. The only sounds to accompany him was the deep, rumbling pleasures of the beast dominating him, and the close, powerful clenchings of the rear forcing him down. He was completely helpless. His mind was a haze of confusion, and he barely noticed when the dragon’s ass pressed down over his snout, opening up and sealing around his head, drawing him inside.

From his spot on the sidelines, Samuel held his breath and watched. Along with the rest of the crowd, he was both astonished and horrified with what he was witnessing.

Gorsythe had the master naga pinned underneath his tail. The dragon’s face was mixture of delight and orgasmic bliss, his muscles flexing with power as he moved his rump in slow, humping motions. Wet, squelching noises could be heard, along with the pleased cooings of the dominant beast.

Samael winced with each thrust of the massive dragon. Even from here, he could smell the horrible stench of the dragon pleasing himself on the poor naga underneath. It was a terrible, dry musk that permeated through the air, touching his skin like a palpable, heated moisture. He noticed fluids gathering around the floor and smearing over the naga’s body, lending another element of disgust to the act he was witnessing.

“Now, watch and learn what happens to those that would challenge me,” Gorsythe breathed, baring his fangs in a grimace of effort. “This will be the fate of all who would follow the naga’s footsteps.”

Samuel was wondering what the dragon could mean, before he bit back a shock of horror. His throat made a whimpering sound as Gorsythe’s raised up his haunches, revealing for all to see exactly what was happening to the smaller reptile.

Korlis’ head was fully lodged within Gorsythe’s ass. The naga was weakened, though continuing to struggling helplessly with his arms, which were weakly pushing as the dragon’s butt, his coils swishing lazily over the ground. The struggling only seemed to amuse his captor, as the dragon’s internal muscles flexed and held him in place.

“Mmmm, yes,” Gorsythe purred. “This feels wonderful. He will spend a long while in his new prison, and will be released once he has fully submitted himself to my will.”

Samuel pondered the dragon’s words for a moment. What did the creature mean? Surely he wouldn’t be able to hold the naga like that for too long. It was immediately after however, that the meaning of Gorsythe’s statement was revealed.

The dragon crouched low and brought his haunches high into the air, curling his tail over his head. He looked back with a distinct pleasure in his eyes, dragging the naga up into the air with his haunches. He licked his lips, then closed his eyes and bared his fangs with a grunt, flexing his rump at the same time. His tail flagged up and down in strong, pumping motions, his tailhole flexing with moist, squelching noises. The room fell to a hush, watching as his dragon’s ass swallowed up their previous master.

Each flex of the dragon’s butt swallowed up the naga even more. The first gulped up Korlis’ head up to the shoulders, before a series of strong clenches worked in the shoulders and pinned the reptile’s arms to his sides. Gorsythe’s ass widened and cupped around the naga’s upper body, drooling with that same, heavy liquid to wash over Korlis, drenching his scales in a slimy, anal lube.

Gorsythe chuckled, pausing for a moment there to let everyone see. “Yes, take a look at your former master. He’s not going to be anything more than my playtoy for the next, long while,” he growled. “He’s going to be used for my pleasure… he is a weak, useless being.” He continued, widening the stance of his legs. His slit was reflecting the weight of his words, as his thick, serpentine cock began to swell and push free of those confines. He lowered his haunches and arched his back, rumbling with delight as he took on a new position. He reached underneath himself, gripping the naga’s coils and using his paw to assist in shoving the naga deeper.

He simultaneously shoved the naga in and lifted his tail up, widening his tailhole to allow quicker access. The sickening, gulping sounds echoed around the chamber as he took his toy inside. His paws curled with the effort, and despite his strength it was a long and slow process. The naga sunk inside an inch at a time, dipping up under the dragon’s tail to his chest… then his belly… until the entire upper half of Korlis’ body was lodged up inside.

But the dragon didn’t stop there. Now that the difficult, wider section of Korlis’ body was inside his ass, there was only the long, winding coils of the snake’s body to slurp up into his powerful haunches.

Gorsythe took that moment to pause, lifting his head into the air in an expression of delight. He moaned and clicked his fangs together, before allowing his tongue to simply roll out of the side of his jaws in happiness. His cock was now fully extended between his legs, the sheer weight of his member drooping down to the floor, the tip leaking with a clear, whiteish fluid.

After a few moments pause, Gorsythe looked back as his hindquarters, narrowing his eyes. “Just a bit more,” he stated, swaying his haunches from side to side. The naga’s tail swished along the ground involuntarily with the motions, twitching as the dragon clenched down. “This next part is easier than you would think.”

He nodded his head slowly, before letting go of the naga with his paw and getting onto all fours once more, dropping his front and lifting his haunches high into the air. With a huff, he flagged his tail and clenched his rump, working the rest of the naga inside. The dragon’s words seemed to ring true, as Korlis sunk down into his reptilian tailhole at a much faster pace, now that it was merely the last half that needed to be slurped up inside.

Samuel continued to watch in horrid fascination at the last moments of the show. His eyes remained fixated on Gorsythe’s slimy entrance, studying the naga’s body at it slipped deep and deeper inside. His coils were yanked upwards and vanished into that puckered hole, moving at such a rapid pace now, that it wouldn’t take much longer before the creature was fully in there.

The once, smooth scales of Gorsythe’s lower belly were now swelling with all the extra weight. Just above the dragon’s throbbing member a rounded paunch was beginning to form, displaying the form of the naga lodged in his body for all to see. It must’ve been so cramped and tight inside the dominant beast, who only felt the need to pleasure himself and suck Korlis in more. Gorsythe placed a paw on his lower belly, rumbling with bliss at the sensation.

It didn’t take much longer for Gorsythe to pull the rest of the naga in. After another minute of effort, the last few inches of Korlis’ tail were all that remained outside the dragon.

With a knowing smirk, Gorsythe stood up on all fours and looked around the room. “And that, is how you teach a naga his rightful place,” he said, swaying his tail left and right. When he was finished showing off, he looked back at his tailhole and closed his eyes, grunting with the mild effort of sucking the naga in the rest of the way. The last, few inches of Korlis body vanished up inside his haunches with a slimy, wet slurping sound. He was gone, and nothing more than a squirming swell in his lower belly.

“Bring the human forward, if you please,” Gorsythe commanded.

Samuel froze as he heard those words. He thought he imagined it at first, but his fears were confirmed when the dragon’s head turned and stared directly at him. He felt a horrible lump form in his throat as all, monstrous eyes in the room turned to him.

He yelped as he was suddenly pushed forwards by his captors. Nort and Quentin hissed with laughter behind him as he fell forwards onto the ground, raising his hands to protect himself. He only had a moment, before rough claws clamped down on his naked shoulders and dragged him by the arms across the cold, stone floor. His back scraped over the cobble along with his ankles, his limbs finding no purchase to fight against it.

He whined and struggled against those scaled arms, but it was of no use. He was being pulled towards the most horrific creature he’d ever seen. He was a prisoner of the nagas, but with them out of the picture, the dragon could do anything to him. He was surely going to die.

When he finally stopped moving, he was held in the air for a few seconds before he was unceremoniously deposited onto his back. He looked up at the sneering faces of Nort and Quentin, before the kobold and lizard humanoid walked away and were lost from view.

He heard the dragon before he saw it, and felt the warmth of the beast’s body on his skin. That deep, cavernous breathing resonated just above his head, sending shivers down his back.

“Well then, human, what should I do with you,” Gorsythe pondered, looking down at Samuel. “I’m not sure why the nagas would bother with a runt like you, but you might as well make yourself useful. Get on your feet, and bow down before your new master.”

Samuel inhaled sharply. He remained frozen on the ground, not wanting to even dare looking at the horrible monster.

“If you don’t get on your feet, and bow down before me, human, I’ll just eat you alive,” Gorsythe rumbled, clicking his fangs together. He tapped his claw on the ground. “You have ten seconds.”

With a yelp, Samuel forced his limbs into action. He rolled onto his front, pushing himself up onto all fours. He bit his lip, blinking to fight back the tears in his eyes as he forced himself to lift a leg. He place a single foot down, keeping the rest of himself lowered. He raised his head slowly, his gaze wandering up the dragon’s massive legs, then up to his chest.

“Did I say you could look at me?” Gorsythe said, his voice ripe with amusement. “Keep your head down, until I say.”

Samuel quickly lowered his gaze again, shutting his eyes, muttering apologies.

“Well, it seems this human is at least smarter than the nagas: he knows his place,” Gorsythe said, to the rasping hiss of laugher of the scattered kobolds and creatures around the room. “You may look at me now, human. Lift your gaze and meet my eyes.”

Samuel obeyed, lifting his eyes and once again dragging his view with dread over the dragon’s form. He whimpered at those curved claws, before moving up those huge, muscular limbs. He quickly passed over the dragon’s swelled, lower belly, and low, drooping erection, not wanting to think about what was happening in there. He climbed the chest, before staring directly into Gorsythe’s reptilian eyes.

The dragon stood tall over Samuel, tilting his head with curiosity.

“Things will go better for you if you obey, slave,” Gorsythe stated. “You’ve done wonderfully so far, but that was the easy part. Unlike the nagas, I have no need for humans in my tower. You’re nothing more than food to a proud dragon like me, but nonetheless, I am mildly sympathetic to your current situation. The nagas have had their way for too long, and that is going to change.”

Gorsythe moved his snout in closed to the terrified human. He flared his nostrils and took in the man’s scent, his meaty breath washing over him. “If you disobey me at all in the next few moments, that sympathy is gone,” he whispered, just loud enough for his captive to hear. A sliver of drool fell from his lips down the human’s back. “Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, I understand,” Samuel managed to squeak. The dragon’s breath made him gag, as the stench of rotting meat and death caressed his body. The viscous drool slithered down his back and over to the side, leaving a sticky residue. “W-will you let me go if I listen?”

“If you listen, yes, you will be free to go,” Gorsythe said, smiling at the human’s agreement. He lifted his head high above and stood tall, looking down with expectation. “I’m looking forward to witnessing whether or not you succeed. I’m going to have fun either way, trust me.”

He swished his tail from side to side and clicked his claws on the ground once more. “Alright, lets begin,” he announced. “Stand up, human.”

Samuel nodded, before pushing himself onto his feet and standing tall. It was a struggle to prevent his limbs from shaking.

“Good, now for the rest of my order,” Gorsythe said, giving a dramatic pause to clear his throat. “You’re going to help me ejaculate by servicing my tailhole until I spend myself. Any attempts to stop before the job is done, or to run, and you’ll die.”

Samuel just stood there, facing the dragon blankly. He opened his mouth to respond, but he couldn’t find words to say. He was being asked to sexually please a dragon. There were a number of horrible punishments that crossed his mind, but nothing like that. What could a little human like him hope to accomplish?

The image of the naga’s tail vanishing into the dragon’s ass flashed across his vision. He shuddered.

“H-How do you expect me to do that?” He asked, not wanting to tell the dragon no, and give him an excuse to kill him.

“Well, it’s quite simple really,” Gorsythe purred, before smoothly sitting down on his haunches and sinking down onto his side. He crossed his front legs and lifted up his top hind leg, revealing his crotch for everyone to see. His reptilian member was engorged fully still, pulsing and throbbing like a heavy log draped over the inside of his thigh and covered in slime, whereas his blackened tailhole was waiting expectantly below, clenching in those same motions that sent the naga on his way.

“All you have to do, is be a good, obedient human and massage my prostate. Get in there with those tiny arms of yours and reach the most sensitive areas to pleasure me,” the dragon continued, fixing Samuel with an evil stare. “And, if you do a good job, you will be free to go. Any other decision leads to your death.

Samuel whimpered as he looked at the dragon’s privates, not wanting to go any closer. He looked for a good, three seconds before the smell his him like a wave, the heat of the stench kissing his skin. He covered his mouth as the dry, heady reptilian musk came over him and made his head dizzy with its power. It was horribly overwhelming aroma, one that he didn’t have the strength to overcome.

“I will do my best,” he stated, simply, agreeing to the task. “But you’re so big and I’m so… small.”

“If I don’t get off, then you’re getting eaten, so you better do a good job,” Gorsythe uttered, licking his serpentine lips. “Don’t make me grab you and force you down there. The clock is already ticking on your task, human.”

Gorsythe placed his paw behind the human with a growl of impatience, cutting off any avenue of escape. The reptilian monsters baring witness to the event began to hiss along with him, as if sharing his growing impatience. They wanted to see a show.

Samuel jumped and took a few steps forwards as the dragon’s paw came down behind him. He thought the beast would simply grab him as threatened, but was relieved when he didn’t. Stumbled over an outstretched claw, nearly falling, before dragging his feet up to the smelly mass of dragon crotch in front of him.

He held his nose at the enormous, slimy penis in his vision. It throbbed animatedly as he walked around it, which he found to be a good sign. The dragon was still horny and willing to give him a chance. He just needed to summon the willpower for what came next.

He walked up to the base of the dragon’s tail, and got his first, intimate look at the beast’s tailhole.

Gorsythe’s puckered rump was as large as a huge saucer, with a deep, dark hole in the center that reeked of that same, draconic musk. The fleshy rim was ribbed with bumpy flesh that curved inwards and down into the depths beyond, and carried with it a moisture that glistened in the dim light of the room. He gagged at the stench, and could only image the horrors that the naga was experiencing inside that quivering tube… if he was still alive.

“That’s it, human,” Gorsythe purred. “Get in there and serve your new master.”

Samuel shivered, knowing that he didn’t have a choice. He held his breath and walked forward, feeling the heat of the dragon’s pucker growing in intensity. He got on his knees and placed one hand on the inside of Gorsythe’s thigh, the other on the base of the tail, just below the anus. He turned his head away to take a breath, though it did him no good. The spicy stench of draconic musk still hit his nostrils in all of its potency. The underside of the reptile’s tail was rich with a smoky texture, along with a hint of warm sexual fluids. He looked at his mark, before closing his eyes and lifting both hands, beginning to massage the dragon’s taint.

He started slow at first, working those softer scales, and then rubbing further in. He winced as his hands got to the ribbed, fleshy texture of tailhole along the rim, but he knew he couldn’t stop there. It was unbearably hot – carrying a great deal more heat than he thought possible. He squeezed those outer edges, before getting a good grip and massaging in careful, smooth circles. The dragon preened above him, letting him know he was doing a good job.

“It’s a good start, but don’t be so delicate,” Gorsythe growled, lifting his hind leg to get a better look at the human down there. “Press down hard, and get your hands inside me, now.”

At this point, Samuel was unable to hold his breath any longer. He exhaled quickly, before taking in a deep breath. He felt the warmth of dragon musk hit his nose once more, with the strength and potency to make his eyes water. He coughed and wheezed, doing his best to suppress a gag. The smell was thick with the dry, smoky scent of reptilian crotch and taint. Tears filled his eyes as he pushed past stench, knowing that he had no choice but to keep going.

He pressed his hands into the center of the dragon’s pucker, rubbing along the ridge of the hole right at the dip before it sunk down. He laid his palms flat on the soft, moist flesh, moving his hands in rough, circular motions around the anus. He focused on providing the dragon with a much stimulation as possible, really putting his weight into the motions, his arms flexing with the effort. And though he turned his head and closed his eyes as he worked, he couldn’t avoid hearing the pleasured hum the great beast began to let out. That massive tail swished along the ground behind him and the beast’s claws scraped along the ground. At least he was doing a good job now.

“Yes, yes that’s it human,” Gorsythe murred, looking down at his haunches with a pleased growl. His cock swelled expectantly, pulsing with new life between his muscular legs. “Keep doing that exactly… harder if you can. And you, servants!” He growled, turning his head towards the far corners of the room, glaring at the kobolds and lizardfolk. “Get over here and give my length attention. Come and please your new master.”

Samuel kept his eyes shut and focused on massaging the dragon’s ass, even as he heard the fluttering footsteps of several kobolds rushing forwards to gain their new master’s favour. A few of them took their place right at the pillar of flesh between the dragon’s legs, rubbing their tiny bodies over that massive length, using their paws to gently press at it from all sides. The rest of them took their place by each of the paws, getting the limbs and mouths between each toe to lick and clean every inch of those scales.

“Mrf… yes, that’s it,” Gorsythe murred. “Take me all in. Worship me in my splendor.”

Samuel opened his eyes to observe the chaos surrounding him. The air was rich with the cackling noises of happy kobolds as they took part in the gross, sexual act. They pressed harder into the dragon’s cock, using their tongue to tease every inch of that musky phallus. One of them even had the gall to climb onto the dragon’s leg, wrapping his mouth around the tip, and giving a loud, lewd slurp.

Not to be the one that was lacking in his attentions: Samuel continued to massage the dragon’s tailhole with steady, continuous presses with his hands. He started at the sides before working his way around, noting the blissful sounds coming from the huge beast, and the increasing aroma and heat. The flesh was incredibly hot under the touch of his skin. Occasionally his palm would slip down into the deeper recesses, subjecting his skin to the wet, slimy depths of the reptile’s interior, leaving a layer of moisture on his fingers. He winced at the sensation, before continuing on.

In the back of his mind however, he knew that simply his hands wouldn’t be enough.

He chanced another quick look at all the kobolds servicing Gorsythe. They were getting into it with a much greater vigor than his own. They were burying their tiny muzzles into the crooks of his fleshy spire just ahead of them, running their lizardly tongues over the spongy skin to lap up his taste. If he wanted to get out of this situation and do his best to please the best, he was going to have to get creative. As gross as his situation was, he was going to try his best to live another day.

He wrinkled his nose at the horribly strong, dragon musk, before dipping his head down and using his tongue around the rim of Gorsythe’s anus. He licked along the ribbed skin, teasing the large creature with a slide of his tongue and a kiss from his lips. The smoky taste of dragon anal fluids trickled into his mouth and into the back of his throat, making him pause for just a moment to cough and choke. Once he recovered, he continue on once more, ignoring the unpleasantness and making sure he was keeping pace with the others servants.

He used his hands to support himself on the rim of the dragon’s entrance, while he buried his face directly into the center of that puckered hole.

Trying not think of the powerful muscles just beyond, capable of dragging him inside without mercy, Samuel went to work with his tongue, bathing in the slimy flesh of his large, dragon master. He used his tongue to slurp lewdly along the blackened texture, massaging the beast’s prostate, focusing on the interior just as it dipped downwards into the hot tunnel beyond. The temperature was beyond what he thought possible: a heated embrace that nearly burned to the touch, but was still tolerable enough for him to maintain his efforts. He could only imagine what it must be like further beyond… for the master naga himself in that very moment.

He sighed before continuing, allowing a horrible whiff of reptilian aroma to wash into his lungs. He choked and gasped on the strong, smoky musk, barely able to maintain his composure after being subjected to such a stench. When he recovered, he closed his eyes and went back down, kissing his lips delicately along the flesh, before using the grip of his hands to pull Gorsythe’s tailhole open slightly, slipping his tongue down a ways and wriggling it as best he could. He wasn’t able to reach as far as his kobold companions to be sure, but he wouldn’t be judged by his lack of effort.

The huge dragon purred with delight overtop of him. He lifted his head, looking up at the giant gaze of approval looking down at him.

“Excellent job, human,” Gorsythe rumbled, tilting his head and grinning with an ominous, knowing expression. “Keep doing exactly what you’re doing.”

For some, disturbed reason, Samuel felt a rush of pride in that moment. The dragon’s musk had made him feel elated and light-headed, as if he was floating on the edge of a cloud. What had gotten into him?

It was in this moment of distraction, that Samuel felt his hands dip into the dragon’s tailhole just a little too deep.

He snapped back to attention with a violent fear. He pressed his hands in and down into the fleshy warmth of dragon ass, only to have that moist tube flex and clench down. The flesh held him in place. He panicked for that moment, trying to pull back, only to have those deep, interior muscles yank him back twice as hard. He fell forwards face-first and sunk into the reptile’s butt up to his elbows. He lay awkwardly on the beast’s tail, gasping for air as he took in a fresh wave of horribly hot, musky air directly up his nose.

“M-Master, I’m getting pulled in, master!” Samuel yelled, pulling back with renewed fear, moving his hands deep in there with the hope of getting the dragon’s attention. “Please don’t, I need to please you from out here.”

“Oh, but you are going to please me,” Gorsythe said, turning his head and looking directly at Samuel. His words were somewhat muddled, as he had a kobold clutched inside his maw, with the little tail of his prey wriggling out from past those black lips. With a tilt of his head, he slurped the tiny creature into his mouth and swallowed, the scales of his neck swelling only briefly before his meal was lost from sight.

Samuel shuddered when he witnessed that. The other kobolds paid it no mind however; were they truly such slaves and blind followers, that they would allow one of their kin to be eaten without care?

“All of you exist to please me,” Gorsythe continued, licking his lips with a flash of his tongue. “I am all you ever need now, human, and all you will ever know. Now relax… let it happen.” He gave the man a wicked grin, before renewing the tugging and flexing of his tailhole once more.

“No, nonono!” Samuel screamed, terror filling his mind and setting his body into panic. Struggled against the smooth, powerful flexing of the dragon’s ass that pulled on his arms, swallowing him down. That black, puckered entrance clenched before his very vision, making a disgusting, wet squelching sound with every motion. He remembered seeing the naga going through the exact same experience. If a creature like that had no chance at pulling away, it was useless for him to try.

Although he tried to gain purchase on the ground with his legs, it suddenly became much too late. He uttered one last curse, before a particularly powerful swallow brought his face down to press against the dragon’s thick tailhole, his arms squirming with panic just after.

He breathed in involuntarily as the gripping flesh tugged on his face. His nostrils screamed with the sudden intrusion of a rich, spicy musk that made his head spin and his throat gag. His mouth was filled with the flesh of the dragon’s insides, even as they clenched down and pulled on him with a greedy, insatiable hunger. Would he be forced to join the naga: to become just another swell in the beast’s lower belly?

With another, distinctly powerful clench, the dragon pulled Samuel in up to his shoulders. His legs lay sprawled across Gorsythe’s tail, doing little more than sliding over those hard scales in desperation. He was fully trapped, with nothing more to do than sit and wait for his torment to end. He struggled and yelled against the encroaching ass from all sides, though he was doing little more than pleasuring the vicious beast that held him.

“Oh… oh… “Gorsythe preened, loving the attention all of his little servants were providing him. He shivered and curled his toes as the numerous kobolds went about their business, burying their tiny snouts between his legs and licking every inch of his red, pulsating shaft. The stimulation was getting to be quite a bit, and he felt that deep, tingling warmth begin to build within his loins. His orgasm was approaching, but he still needed more.

He could feel the naga gently squirming within his bowels, his body keeping the defeated master alive for now, serving the purpose of getting him off. His eyes wandered down to his haunches, grinning at the tiny human fighting to pull out of his strong, powerful rump. His movements were sending waves of bliss through his crotch, but the task was far from over.

“Just a bit more, little human,” Gorsythe rumbled, a wicked smile crossing his lips as he renewed efforts to swallow the man down into his ass. “I want those arms wriggling in that sweet spot… just a bit deeper.”

Samuel gasped, taking in a fresh, musky inhale of reptilian tailhole as the fleshy tube flexed over him. He was sweating from the intense heat and pressure all around him. As he struggled, the spongy insides only seemed to press back harder, increasing their efforts. He felt himself getting tugged in more and more, the dragon’s ass pulling and clenching over him with increasing ferocity. The sounds of the outside world were all but lost inside this creature’s haunches, save for the never-ending, squelching pulse of clenching, and the distant sound of a bestial heartbeat.

He was pulled in up to his waist, and at that moment, Samuel’s legs went up into the air, the tube sealing on his thighs and forcing them upright. After that moment, gravity did the rest, and he slipped down inside, the dragon’s tailhole pulling him in to his knees…. his shins… his feet… and then he was lost from view.

He winced as the dragon’s tailhole clenched tight around him, squishing his limbs to his sides. All his sense were dulled by the encroaching flesh as it shoved him deeper into the darkness. The sounds of slimy muscles, flexing all around him to bring him to his final destination were all the filled his head. He knew he was going down to join the naga. There was no stopping it now. He was nothing more than a dragon’s playtoy.

It came as a surprise then, when he suddenly stopped. He was held in there, a good, few feet down. He whimpered and pushed against the sides holding him, only to have the press back against him with an even strong, forceful clench, coupled with a purr of pleasure from the dragon.

“The human is showing his worth my servants,” Gorsythe rumbled, his toes curling and his tail twitching across the floor. His kobolds hissed in amusement. “The naga is deep, but the human is where I want him. Hitting that pleasurable spot right… “ He paused for a moment, concentrating as he flexed his ass, before shuddering as the man was pushed right into his sensitive nub, a few feet past the inside of his tailhole.

“Just a moment longer, I’m almost there. Keep pleasing me.” His last, three words erupted form his muzzle as a command, his excitement betrayed at the possibility of cumming any second. He could feel the warm, welling sensation as semen built up in the base of his shaft, his draconic length hard and throbbing between his legs.

Despite having most of his senses blocked by reptilian flesh and musk, Samuel could tell the dragon was getting excited. The muscles were flexing on him harder than ever before, forcing his body into uncomfortable positions, his face being mashed into the hot, rippling tunnel of the more powerful creature. Juices coated his skin and were flushed noisily around his ears. He could only hope that the dragon would finish soon, so that he could be released from his anal prison.

His wish was shortly granted, when he struggled and pushed against the dragon one more time.

Gorsythe let out a needful whine, his scaled body growing taught and tense. He made a twisted expression for one moment, before gasping and dropping his head back onto the stone floor, sending a few of the kobolds on his chest flying through the air. His haunches arched into the air, causing a few more of the tiny creatures to lose their balance, while only a select few remained perched, while the huge beast came a smelly, frothy mess of spunk all over his chest and the floor.

The one, single kobolds on his belly, still managing to hold on and place himself at the cocktip, took the first hit of semen right into his face. His head snapped back and he flew up across the dragon’s belly, before dropping off to the side with the rest of the smelly liquids. Gorsythe bucked his hips and groaned, his tail flagging up and down while his ass clenched and relaxed, flexing in an eternal rhythm to his strong ejaculation.

To Samael, everything became chaos when the dragon came. He was forced deep inside the dragon’s tunnel, before being pushed back out slightly. With each clench, he was pushed deeper, then back out the reptilian anus, forced to be nothing more than a small toy for the beast while his orgasm was enjoyed. He suffered nothing but torture, finding it hard to breathe amidst all the spongy muscle and viscous fluids dominating him. It was a rippling mass of constant movement. If he thought his situation was hopeless before, now he could hardly even hope to move unless it was against his will. His body was his new master’s to toy with, and he had no choice but to endure.

But it was near the tail end of the beast’s orgasm, after a couple minutes, that he suddenly began to feel odd.

Samuel felt the dragon’s haunches relax around him, and then a tingling sensation began to blossom along his skin. He grunted, feeling the sensation move from the tips of his toes and spread the length of his body. Though he could see nothing, he felt the nature of his form begin to change.

His skin crackled and formed into something hard and plated. It was painful at first, which caused him to buck and struggle inside his fleshy prison as the change formed on his thighs, crotch, and chest. Soon after his skin morphed, his skeletal structure expanded and bent into a new shape. He yelled in surprise, getting a hot mouthful of dragon insides and juices flowing freely into his throat. His entire body shook. His legs grew long and muscular, his muscles expanding into thick, powerful limbs that was able to thrash and push against the dragon all the more. His spine extended and grew into a tree-like appendage that joined his legs down below.

His upper body went though a much more violent and rapid change. Once his lower half had gained its reptilian features, his chest and arms began to grow and heighten rapidly. His back sprouted spines that dug into the dragon’s butt, though it didn’t seem to do any damage against the strong tunnel walls. His human cries son turned into deep, horrible growls as his vocal chords and throat gained bestial qualities. His mouth seemingly pushed forwards even more into the ass encroaching him from all sides, morphing into a snout, while his teeth grew outwards into points, and curved inwards to form hard, lethal fangs.

It was near the end of this process, that the dragon haunches began to flex. Only this time, he was pushed outwards and towards the light.

Samuel spilled out onto the base of the dragon’s tail, before slithering off to the side and landing in a smelly pool of juices and warm, spent semen. He whined and opened his eyes, seeing the world through a new filter of green. His pupils were shaped like the vertical slit of a reptile, causing some disorientation at first as he got to his feet.

He pushed up with his arms, only to gasp in surprise at how easy it was. He flew to his feet and gained his balance, using his tail to correct himself, as if he’d had it his entire life. He looked back in surprise, an alien grunt sounding in his throat. He extended his paw, look with fascination at his claws, and then down at the chiseled abs, scaled crotch, and muscular legs holding him up. His scales were colored a dark black, just like the dragon who had formed him into this new creature. Between his legs and up his chest, his body was a pale, sickly grey.

The claws of his new, reptilian feet clicked against the ground with predatory intent, and he smiled. Although the back of his mind screamed with terror and horror at his new transformation, he found a new development in his brain that adored every inch of his new, lizard-like body. He was stronger and more deadly than ever before. Not only had his physical makeup changed, but his biological and mental state as well. He was now a deadly hunter, and his black scales would allow him to blend in with any shadow during the night.

He looked up, to find Gorsythe and the other kobolds looking at him. The dragon had a wicked smile on his face.

“And now, do you see why you shouldn’t have tried to fight your orders so hard?” Gorsythe purred, tilting his head to get a good look at his new servant. “I see that my magic has not faded in your regard: you’re stronger than any reptilian man I’ve seen.”

Samuel raised his paw once more, studying his long, lethal claws and flexing his arm. “Mm, yesssss,” he hissed, his forked tongue flicking out in delight. “I am pleased. You are more than kind to me my master. I was expecting nothing more than death, but you have freed me from the chains of being a small, pitiful little human. That part of me is gone forever.”

Gorsythe nodded his head in approval, before casting his gaze around at the assorted kobolds. Some of them were simply staring, waiting for commands, while others had taken the opportunity to begin bathing and smearing the dragon’s semen and anal juices over themselves. Perhaps they hoped to become stronger as well.

“You lot, you’ve done well,” the dragon praised, before rolling over onto his feet, sending the couple creatures remaining on his body scattering to the ground. They hit some of the other kobolds with a grunt, and feel to the floor in a heap. “Clean me up, and my new servant. We have a long day ahead of us in bringing that village next to us under our care.”

Samuel’s eyes lit up at the thought of visiting the town in his new form. The people there had imprisoned him and sent him here to die. He would be happy to return the favour. “Are we… going to transform them all, my master?”

The dragon shrugged, lifting his tail a bit as several kobolds got to work with their tongues, scrapping their mouths along the underside of his thick hide to clean away the spunk and mess. “Some will be brought to our side, yes, but others will simply be there to fuck or eat at our own amusement,” Gorsythe said. “I am not as picky as the nagas as to what my servants do with humans. Feel free to enjoy the populace as you see fit.”

There came a hiss of excitement that resonated off the walls at hearing that. All the gathered servants and reptilian creatures bristled with a new energy at the promise of sacking the town. So many humans to play and toy with.

Samuel smiled and swished his tail with macabre intent. There were a few people down there he would like to visit himself.

“And what of the nagas, my master?” Samuel offered, giving the dragon’s swell a quick look, before casting his gaze over to Azath, having completely forgotten about the other, smaller dragon. Azath was simply sitting there, watching the show like all the other monsters in the room. His ass was still sealed around the snout of the apprentice naga, while a trail of white seed had painted the snake’s body from the tip of the red beast’s spent cock.

“I’ll keep him inside me for a day or two, and then he will be completely complacent,” Gorsythe said. “As punishment for their crimes, they will be tied down in the tower prison for any manner of beast, kobold or dragon to fuck and have their way with. It will serve as a good message for any others that attempt to best a dragon like me.”

Samuel nodded, his head, licking his lips at that thought. His body was telling him something new now, he thought, as he looked down between his legs. His slit was spreading, revealing the hot, swelling member of his red, fleshy member, drooling with slime and emanating heat. He was practically quivering with excitement at the possibilities ahead. So many appetites to satisfy.

“So, can we go now, my master?” Samuel asked.

THE END

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EPILOGUE

For a rich, heavily-guarded town, Seashell Cove had been conquered by the tower with alarming speed.

When the reptilian denizens had descended upon the population during the mid-day, it caught everyone by surprise. Many who’d been planning on retreating that very day had littered the streets with lines of overloaded wagons and bags, all packed to the brim with valuable art gathered over a lifetime of luxurious living.

If only they decided to leave their valuables, perhaps they could’ve gotten out in time. It was rotten timing for those hopeless souls, who soon found themselves surrounded on all sides by an army of kobolds, dragons, and bestial humanoids pouring out from the center of the tower.

All manner of people were set upon and captured. The chaos of the moment allowed the creatures to descend upon every man and woman without mercy, beginning the horribly lewd task of transforming them into one of their own. In much the same way that Samuel had been transformed, the other dragons and kobolds did their part. Every citizen would know the glory of being under Gorsythe’s control when the day was done.

The tower remained in place for a week beyond the day of transformation. The new additions to Gorsythe’s army were complete, and the newly created reptiles were taking their time getting used to their strong, new bodies. Not a single one of them was disappointed with their new form. They were strong, obedient, and united by a single purpose of complete domination over the rest of this human kingdom.

On the dawn of the eighth day, Samuel arose from his sleep from the cold, stone floor in the corner of his cell. He was no prisoner of course, and yet he liked it here. The dark, stone floor offered the privacy and cooler temperatures that he needed, and the rock felt nice against his new set of scales.

He yawned and pushed himself onto his feet, flexing his muscles experimentally. Ever since he’d gained his new, reptilian body, every motion seemed to flow with a simple ease. His new form offered no weakness, and certainly no lack of strength.

He made his way out into the lengthy corridors of the tower. He passed through the darkness like a shadow, navigating the maze of hallways with relative ease. The darkness that had been overwhelming to him in human form was now as bright as day. His yellowed pupils scanned the rooms, finding one or two sleeping creatures. Beyond that, he was alone.

He descended a couple flights of stairs, coming out into an adjacent passage that lead to the main hall. As usual, Samuel began to hear the constant sounds of activity as he got closer. The shrieks and hoots of tiny kobolds, and the deep, rumbling growls of dragons met his ears as he approached those large, wooden doors. Gorsythe’s hall was always the main point of attraction for citizens of the tower to come and blow off some steam. It was a welcome start to the morning.

He approached the doors and raised his claws. He was about to open it and slip inside, when a sharp, rumbling growl of laughter echoed down the hallway behind him. Turning and lifting his brow with curiosity, he paused. That was certainly the sound of amusement from a higher dragon in the tower: Azath or possibly even Gorsythe himself. What had been the cause of such delight? It was unusual to hear from creatures that were normally so well-reserved.

With a shrug, Samuel followed the noise. He slipped silently into the adjacent hall to discover the reason behind the laugh.

His scaled footpaws carried him carefully over the cobblestone, with the odd click of his talons hitting the ground to announce his presence. The one thing you didn’t want to do was sneak up on a large dragon within the tower, if you valued your life.

When he rounded the corner a good, thirty feet down, he saw a light flickering from one of the many grand, banquet halls that littered the interior of the tower. He approached, and turned his head to take a look inside.

When his eyes adjusted, he smiled.

The source of light had been a large, roaring fire located in a hearth at the back of the hall. As with all of the banquet halls in the tower, the remaining wooden furniture consisting of tables and chairs had been ripped apart and cast aside long ago, making room for the reptilian residents to have their fun. Shadows from the destroyed decorations were cast along the stone floor to his feet, along with the several, silhouetted reptiles gathering around the scene.

Off to the left side, standing to attention, was both Azath and the former, apprentice Naga, along with Gorsythe on the right. There was a scattering of kobolds along the middle, standing respectfully back with their heads bowed, waiting for orders, their tiny tails flickering excitedly. Both of the huge, towering beasts were focused on the table in front of them, which had been repurposed for what was about to happen.

It wasn’t those creatures that caused his amusement however.

Most of Samuel’s attention was fixated on the weak, relaxed form of Korlis draped over the table, his coils lazily drooping down to the floor in a heap, while his body lay on his back, down on the wooden frame. The large table had been propped up at an angle, with iron chains fixed to the sides to hold the former master of the tower in place.

Although Korlis was secure, it didn’t seem to Samuel that the chains were needed. The naga was in a sorry state. He looked disoriented and confused, with a rather silly expression of happiness etched across his serpentine features. He seemed completed unaware of the dangers around him, nor did he notice that he was trapped.

“Ah, Samuel, welcome,” Gorsythe rumbled, casually turning his head. “Have you come to participate in the fun?”

“I was unaware that any type of fun was arranged,” Samuel answered, before walking into the room and approaching the table. The kobolds all looked at him briefly, before returning their attentions to the bound naga. Their bodies were practically shaking in unison with excitement, and their tails were twitching with expectation. Each of them were expecting something. A reward perhaps? Kobolds really only acted like this with the promise of sex.

The only two who’s attentioned remained on him were Azath and the Apprentice naga.

Samuel smirked at the pair of them. “Have you been keeping your new master happy, apprentice?” He asked, speaking with the naga, while nodding at the smaller dragon.

“Indeed I am!” The Apprentice said,, nodding his head in agreement. “I’ve done everything he’s asked of me. He’s a lovely dragon, and much kinder than my previous master.” He added, before looking to Azath for approval of his words. He remained still and upright, as if waiting for any sort of order or attention that may be needed.

Azath nodded in agreement and smiled as his naga, nudging the smaller reptile with the tip of his nose. “He is a rather lovely servant to my needs,” he said. “Gorsythe has been kind enough to allow me his service. He’s a constant reminder as to the power we dragons have over lesser creatures.” He rumbled, before baring his fangs in a wicked grin. “Isn’t that right?”

The Apprentice nodded amicably. “Oh yes, indeed. You’re the greater species, that’s the truth.”

Azath rumbled with approval at the statement. He then returned his gaze towards Samuel, curling his tail around to nudge the naga against his side. “Ever since this loyal creature was smothered under my haunches, he’s found a particularly powerful appetite for dragon ass and cock. He can’t live without being subjected to my will any longer.” He said, chuckling at his own statement. “I suppose I do have someone of a dominating scent after all.”

The attention in the room returned to Gorsythe as the big dragon cleared his throat, a sound similar to a scattering of rocks tumbling down a hill.

“You needed to be reminded of your place yourself, small dragon,” he said. “With enough time and practice, you’ll maybe even become as strong as me.” He said, the corner of his lips curving upwards. “Maybe.”

“I shall do my best, master,” Azath answered. With a stroke of inspiration, he then turned to the Apprentice and took on a tone of authority. “And speaking of practice, I believe it’s time for you to give me my daily cleaning, servant,” he said, moving into a standing position and lifting up his tail high over his head. “Do a good job, and I’ll perhaps even give you a treat.”

The Apprentice naga’s eyes beamed with delight. “Oh, I would certainly love that my master,” he exclaimed. “I’ll do a good job I promise!” And with that, he dropped down onto his belly, turned himself, and slithered quicky between the dragon’s hind legs, getting into position.

With a sigh, Azath dropped his haunches down on the naga’s face and sat his tailhole directly onto the creature’s nose. He closed his eyes and shuddered, the expression on his muzzle letting the room know that his faithful servant had begun the work of cleaning out his heated, musky vent.

Samuel nodded his head and licked his lips. The sight of the Apprentice licking out his master had become a common sight around the tower as of late. He never grew tired of seeing it.

As that activity continued, and the sounds of wet, lewd slurping continued to resound throughout the room, Samuel returned his attention to Korlis. “So, what’s going to happen with him?” He asked.

Gorsythe turned large head, looking at him. “Do you know how long the master naga was inside my tailhole?”

Samuel took a moment to consider his answer. “About a week, I would say,” he said. “This is the first time I’ve seen him since the day you took him. Why?”

“Typically there is no need to keep a creature entrapped for such a lengthy period of time, but I wanted to be sure he is mine,” Gorsythe answered, narrowing his eyes on the master naga. “He was a powerful beast to be sure, but now he’s as confused and dominated as a tiny little kobold.” He growled, casting his gaze on the collection of them gathered around the table.

The kobolds shrunk back a bit, daring not to speak. They were awaiting some kind of order, not wanting to move from their spot until permission had been given.

“And it was on that thought, that an idea came to mind,” Gorsythe said, returning his expression to an amused, happy look. “I figured that the kobolds should be the first ones to show the previous master his new place.” He gestured at Korlis with his claws. “There would be no better to way to demonstrate how far he’s fallen, then by letting some of the tower’s kobolds have their way with him, don’t you think?”

Samuel followed Gorsythe’s claws, studying the entrapped naga, then regarding the gathering of kobolds at the foot of the table. There was five of them: each and every one shaking with arousal and needed, their beady eyes fixated on the bound naga’s form. Now he knew what they’d been promised, and what they wanted.

He couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement in his chest as well. He grinned up at his master. “Well, in that case… I am very much interested in witnessing this fun,” he said. “Is it your intention to make Korlis the tower’s fucktoy?”

Gorsythe chuckled. “Fucktoy. I haven’t heard that word used before,” he said. “Is that a human term?”

Samuel raised his brow. “I suppose it is, if this is the first time you’re hearing it,” he answered. “Is it an accurate word to use?”

“Very,” Gorsythe stated, laughing under his breath and casting his evil gaze over the assorted kobolds once more. “He is going to be everyone’s fucktoy… until he is nothing but a pitiful, whimpering snake, covered in the fluids and musk of all my subjects. There will be no question who is the real master here, and no question of what comes of disloyalty or mutiny.”

Samuel narrowed his eyes on the master naga, before taking a step to the side to get a good view of the action to come. As he and the dragon spoke, several of the gathered kobolds had gotten hard and aroused, their tails now lifting high to display several, slimy, reptilian cocks bobbing between their legs with need.

This was going to be a good one.

Gorsythe licked his lips, his eyes never leaving the naga. “Alright, you may have him.”

The End.