Darron hated his life. He was born to a peasant family in the Koruggai Dominion and when he turned five, he was given away to the High Order as per his village’s fanatical traditions. He endured harsh and brutal training as a common foot soldier in the Order throughout his childhood. When Darron reached adulthood and left the initiates rank, he left that hell only to enter another. He was put into the charge of one of the higher-ups in the Order, Master Gramod Vehrund, as a menial servant. Vehrund was a cruel man who loved to dole out creative punishments to the unlucky individuals who inevitably spark his ire. As soon as Darron racked up enough annoyances in Vehrund’s eyes, he handed down an exceptionally evil one. Vehrund had heard rumors of a western dragon that had made a corner of the Belmirk forest its home and thus tasked Darron the glory of slaying it. Alone. To ensure that he completed his task (or preferably died trying) instead of running away to his freedom, he was put in chains and personally escorted to a dragon’s hunting grounds in the forest. Dragons are exceptional creatures. They have absurdly long lifespans and when angered enough can spew hellfire from their throat. No human crafted blade can pierce their scaled hide and only the Koruggan Wraiths (undead servants of the Dominion’s Emperor) could actually wound or slay them, though word around the Order is that the Mages of Ellaswier and their fairies have actually had dealings with the dragons. What Darron was tasked to do was tantamount to a death sentence for any normal man.

When the small caravan of soldiers and servants led by Vehrund reached the edge of the dragon’s territory, Darron was doused in a pungent smelling liquid, given a steel sword and wooden shield, and left there with nothing else but the clothes on his back. The company spread out and made a sparse perimeter around the forest’s edge to ensure that Darron could not simply run back out. With no hope of survival either way he turned, Darron glumly marched forwards through the dragon’s territory. After only ten minutes of walking, Darron spotted a large black shape flying overhead. After circling a few times, it dove down and landed with a loud boom in the clearing just ahead. Gripping his sword tighter, Darron made his way forward to meet his fate.

The dragon was beautiful. It towered above Darron, watching him with bright greenish-yellow eyes. Its powerful muscles ripple as it moved, causing its pristine pitch-black scales to sparkle and shine as they caught the sunlight. Darron dropped his sword and shield in awe. A faint memory out of his childhood flashed back to him as stared at the dragon’s form. He remembered gazing out at the sky from the only window in the High Order’s initiate barracks and dreaming of being a dragon, strong, carefree, and beholden to no one. Darron was shaken out of his reprieve by the dragon lowering its head near Darron and taking a large sniff. The dragon locked eyes with Darron and said in a deep resounding voice, “Hrrmph. So that’s what it was.” With that the dragon drew back and splayed its body out on the ground before slowly curling back up, much like a cat when sunbathing. It locked eyes again briefly before closing them. Darron simply stood in shock for a few moments. Realizing that the dragon held no aggression towards him Darron made his way closer. The dragon lazily opened an eye to watch Darron as he inched forward. “What brings a human like you here, smelling like that and carrying weapons?” the dragon mumbled out, it is voice still loud and deep enough for Darron to hear quite clearly. Darron quickly gave a recap of the events leading to him being there, with many expletives regarding Vehrund. The dragon gave an amused snort. “I assume they hoped the smell of a rival dragon would lead me to attack you. You carry the smell of a female dragon in heat. If I had to guess, they doused you in a female’s urine thinking that it was a male’s, though where they even got it I haven’t the slightest idea.” Darron, realizing that the smell lingering around him did indeed remind him of piss, stripped off his shirt of immediately. The dragon flopped over on its side and spoke. “I know your people will simply kill you if you return empty handed so I am prepared to offer you my hospitality, though I do need you to do something for me first. When I flew over here, I was expecting a female member of my species to copulate with and now with the state I am in, I’ll need you to help me fulfill my needs.” With those words Darron noticed a spot of red starting to poke out of a slit between the dragon’s hind legs.

At first Darron sputtered bewilderment and outrage. Giving a giant black dragon a handjob, or heaven forbid, more? They were different species; why would the dragon even want that from him? Then again, that’s just how dragons are. The few stories revolving around dragons all claim that they are eccentric when compared to humans and when it comes to sexual relations, they do not tend to be overly picky. Darron accepted his task. He would be lying if he said he did not feel a stirring in his own loins when he looked at the dragon’s magnificent form. Darron stripped himself of his pants and undergarments as he made his way over, his own member starting to grow and harden as he watched the dragon’s own rise. The dragon turned over completely, so he was laying on his back, wings to his side to avoid crushing them. Darron climbed up and rested on the dragon’s crotch and marveled at its equipment. The dragon’s penis was a deep red color with a knot at the base and several large bumps on either side leading up to an angular tip. Sitting down at the base of the cock, its length was a head taller than Darron and wrapping his arms and legs around it, he found that he could not touch hands on the other side. The skin was smooth to the touch and very slippery, almost as if it were covered in oil. Darron found it very easy to slide up and down its length, the feeling giving pleasure to his own dick. The dragon let out low growls of pleasure as Darron continued stroking him with his entire body. Darron slowly noticed a thick intoxicating musk emanating from the dragon which only heightened his own pleasure. As Darron ground against the dragon’s cock he began mumbling incoherently and as they both drew closer to orgasm, Darron suddenly shouted out, still high on the scent and quite out of it, “Take me! Make me yours!” At those words, a deep rooted and uncontrollable mystical power surged through the dragon. As Darron climaxed, the dragon’s own was halted. Unconcerned, the dragon let whatever the instinctual magical force in his body was take its course. Darron, still grinding against the dragon and leaking cum, felt his body warm. Where his skin met the red of the dragon cock started to blur. He watched as his arms started to slowly sink into the smooth red flesh and while he could no longer feel his penis, he still felt the pleasure. His mind was only starting to clear and could not quite understand what was happening to him until it was too late. He managed out a single “Wha?” before his face joined the rest of his body. The dragon simply watched, bemused, as the small human man melted into his cock. Darron had been taken and made the dragon’s just as he had asked. When the last of Darron vanished into the large twitching member, the dragon finally came; liters of semen shot straight into the air only to splash down on and around him.

However, this was not the end of Darron. As Darron slowly came to he felt an odd pressure in his mind. He looked around to try and get his bearings only to realize the scale of the world was wrong. The colors seemed unnaturally bright. He looked at his hands only to realize that his hands were not his own. “Look who’s awake.” The dragon’s voice resonated in Darron’s mind. Darron tried to conjure together questions towards his current state such as “why” or “how,” but the dragon uncaringly and simply said, “Have fun. I’m taking a nap.” Darron felt the dragon’s presence diminish some but not fully disappear. Getting a handle of a body that was not his own was a difficult endeavor for Darron, but through only several minutes of practice he felt that he had got the hang of his current form. It was now time for him to try the thing he was most excited for: flight. He stretched out his wings, feeling out all the unfamiliar muscles, and started slowly flapping them. Powerful gusts rustled and rocked the trees lining the clearing and he felt a little lift with each downwards thrust. Soon enough he found himself in the air. Surrounded with nothing but the clouds and the occasional brave bird, he was left to wonder how he had even made it this far in a body that was not his own. The body’s muscle memory and instincts? The dragon’s subconscious helping him out a bit? It did not matter. He was living his dream. He was free. Gazing down he saw the edge of the forest and the little dots of Vehrund’s caravan vanish out of sight and green plains roll in with a river lazily cutting down the middle. After a half hour of idle flight, he noticed the outline of a village on the horizon. The river, plains, hills started to become somewhat familiar to Darron. Then it struck him. A black pit of pain and anger crept into Darron’s heart. It was his home that never was; his old village that had so easily given him up. He had known that Belmirk Forest was close by, but he never imagined seeing his birthplace again. Dark and cruel thoughts started to brood in his mind, and he smiled knowing that nobody in that village could stop what was about to happen. If the dragon’s consciousness perceived Darron’s plans, or if it did and even cared, it made no mention.

The villagers noticed too late the black shape that loomed towards them. They had just heard news that a caravan troop from the High Order was in the Belmink forest and were excitedly wondering if they were going to visit. The next moment black and purple hellfire rained down upon them. In an instant a wide swath of the village's center was incinerated. The surviving villagers ran towards the river, either for water to hopelessly try to put the flames out or simply for escape from the sinister fire. Darron circled around overhead, marveling at his work and watching the villagers scramble. Satisfied that enough of them had gathered near the river, he gathered his malice and unleashed another torrent of dark hellfire from his jaws and created a curved wall of fire boxing, in the villages. Now cut off, their only escape was the river. The river which Darron then landed in, easily parting the waters around him. Realizing there was no hope for escape, the surviving villages began pleading, screaming, crying, begging for mercy, and questioning what they had done to warrant a dragon’s wrath. Darron did nothing for a while but sat and counted how many made it out of the blazing village while waiting for them to scream themselves hoarse. After counting seventeen total and when he was confident that they had calmed down enough (or at least gave up on screaming) to listen to him, he started to speak to the crowd below him. “Present three sacrifices among you. The rest will go free. You have three minutes.” Darron was momentarily surprised to hear the dragon’s deep resonating voice instead of his own, but he enjoyed the effect it gave. The villagers quickly started pushing their fellow folk to the front. Darren noted how the richer or stronger looking villagers huddled toward the back while only the younger, smaller, or weaker were pushed forward to be sacrificed. When three were forcibly “volunteered” and held in place, Darron spoke again: “These are your pitiful offerings? They would hardly be a fit meal! I think I have changed my mind…” Confusion, worry, and panic filled the crowd’s faces. Quickly Darron leaned forward, extending his neck out, and snapped up two of the larger individuals in the back into his fanged maw. He felt bones shatter and splinter against his teeth and blood gush onto his tongue. A more human part of Darron’s mind was horrified at what he was doing, but it was quickly overcome with a bestial pleasure. He swallowed the sweet flesh and quickly chomped down on a few more that were nearby. The villagers panicked again. The chosen three were frozen in place near the bank of the river thinking they were to be spared while the others scattered. At least five tried to jump through the wall of dark hellfire only to have their flesh evaporate and even their bones turned to dust. The rest tried to make their escape into the river only for Darron to impale those who tried with his claws and crush others with his tail, dumping their corpses down his throat.

Now only five remained, the three would-be sacrifices and two who huddled together near the edge of the flames sobbing and pleading. Darron brought his head close so he could see the fear in their eyes. He opened his mouth and extended his long tongue outward, wrapping it around them both. With nowhere to go and no salvation to save them they just screamed and wept. An idea came to him as he drew his tongue back into his mouth. Instead of biting down once they reached his mouth, he simply swallowed them both whole. He felt their squirming forms struggling and pushing against his throat as they slid down, finally plopping into his half-filled stomach. He savored their movements and struggles for a time, while the remaining three looked on in shock and horror, still trying to process the massacre they witnessed. When the movements and struggles in his stomach slowed and then stopped, Darron turned and surveyed the final three. They seemed to be two young women and a scrawny young man. Darron spoke. “Remove your clothes and rinse your bodies in the river.” Not wanting to incur the dragon’s wrath any further, they hastily complied, not even sparing a look at each other’s naked bodies. After they stepped back out of the river, Darron bent his neck down and let long globs of viscous saliva drip from his mouth onto all three of them. He then turned around, laid down and lifted his tail, exposing the large black puckered anus just underneath. “Start rubbing your bodies against it. Make me feel good.” he ordered. They hesitantly made their way forwards to do just that. The wetness from the river water and the saliva working as a lubricant made their bodies glide against the exposed bit of smooth flesh, one of the only parts of the dragon’s body not covered in scales. Darron enjoyed the tickling sensation and slowly started to move his tail, positioning it right behind the woman working in the middle between the other two. With a quick push, she was pressed up against the warm orifice. Darron slowly relaxed the muscles in his backdoor and put more pressure on the woman and slowly the ring started to part. Realizing what was about to happen to her, she tried to struggle, her head already making it inside. “You two! Push her inside!” Darron ordered. Not at all eager to become the next victim, they obeyed, and each grabbed a leg and lifted it off the ground and started pushing forward. Her shoulders and arms went next and with no foothold she was quickly pushed into the eager hole. Now only her feet remained exposed, though a few muscular contractions soon corrected this. Enjoying the new sensations of a struggling life inside him, he ordered the other two to get back to work grinding against his asshole. He noticed that the young man had popped an erection and he smiled as he felt the comparatively small member pressed against his body.

“Boy! I permit you to have sex with me! Penetrate my flesh with your manhood! You, woman, stand back and wait.” Darron exclaimed, putting on a grandiose tone. The young man let out a small squeak of fear as he was addressed and hurriedly got to work and the remaining woman stepped back, eyes darting around looking for an escape. Darron could barely contain the laughter inside his head. It was the same sort of stupidly arrogant and obnoxious sounding commands that his old master Vehrund would shout. He grinned to himself again as he watched the village he was born in burn to the ground; he was having fun finally being in a position of absolute power. A second later he felt the young man getting positioned and then a small object pass through his outer sphincter. He barely contained a snort. He did not feel much of anything, but apparently the young man did as a few minutes in he started groaning and picked up the pace. Soon Darron began to feel something as the activity from the outside had reinvigorated his passenger just a few feet deeper. Though just after another few more minutes, Darron decided that just one was not going to cut it. The young man climaxed inside, most of it only pooling around the anal opening. While he stood there panting in the afterglow, Darron again started positioning his tail right behind the intended victim. Darron shook his body, causing the young man to lose his balance. With quick reflexes, he pinned the young man’s head against his still dripping tailhole with the blunt of his tail and started pressing. While the man struggled, Darron looked back to the woman and simply said “You know what to do.” With resignation in her eyes, she walked back up and grabbed hold of the young man and started pushing. Having already taken one person already, Darron’s dragon asshole easily stretched and pulled in the second, displacing its original occupant deeper inside. Darron smiled. He could only imagine what his unwilling occupants were experiencing. Pungent. Wet. Cramped. “Good.” He thought to himself. He looked over at where the last villager was waiting. She stood there, helpless and without any hope. “You have two choices: climb in yourself or die by my hand like the others.”

The woman took a second and hoarsely whispered out a question, “Will I die in there?”

“Probably not.” Darron said unconcerned. He honestly did not know and did not care in the slightest. The choice was between a quick but painful death and an uncertain, slow, and unquestionably humiliating death. Sensing the final woman’s hesitation, Darron added, “If you refuse me this, I can guarantee that I can make the first option as slow and painful as possible.” That did it. Darron could see the crushing defeat in her eyes. He lifted his tail and let the poor woman walk up and slowly stick in her arm. Darron relaxed as he let her make her way inside him, only helping when it was just her legs sticking out of his behind. When she was fully inside him, Darron stretched and surveyed his surroundings. It was over. The village laid in ruin, almost all dead, with the only three survivors stuck inside of his ass. With little else to do there, Darron once more took to the skies, taking his passengers with him. Darron felt exhausted and without any new ideas on where else to go, he started making his way back to Belmirk Forest, hoping that the dragon might have had a cave somewhere where Darron could sleep. Either sensing Darron’s mental exhaustion or just waking up himself, the dragon spoke up from inside Darron’s mind, “Having fun?” Darron could not even reply. He quickly slipped into a dreamless sleep.

When Darron awoke, he was lying in the clearing in which he first met the dragon with his clothes lying next to him. He was slowly getting up and putting on his oddly fresh smelling clothes when he heard something barging through the underbrush. Vehrund burst out into the clearing looking quite disheveled and out of breath. When Vehrund caught sight of Darron he screamed and pointed his sword at him. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? WHAT DID YOU DO KNAVE!?” Darron could only stand there and blink in bewilderment, debating whether the past hours up till then have all been some sort of dream. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE DRAGON!?”

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“YOU TURNED IT AGAINST US DIDN’T YOU? YOU SWINE! ANSWER ME THIS INSTANT!” Vehrund was screaming shrilly at the top of lungs wildly waving his sword in Darron’s direction. Darron, deciding that it was not a dream and now feeling quite threatened, prepared to start running if Vehrund made a move towards him. He saw a shadow pass overhead and then Vehrund was gone, his sword falling to the ground unattended. Dazed, Darron made his way out of the forest and found what was left of the caravan: unattended carriages, spooked horses, abandoned weapons, and a few miscellaneous bloody limbs. As he inspected the wreckage and tried to calm the horses, he saw the dragon touch down nearby. “I found this sad lot poking around near my cave and chased them back here. One of the fools had the bright idea of firing some arrows at me. I wasn’t quite satisfied with the meal you left me with earlier, so I went ahead and had dessert.” Darron noticed a sly gleam in the dragon’s eyes as he continued, “Now for the three live ones you left me, I couldn’t readily eat them after letting them out of where you stashed them, so I let them go. They took a few horses and supplies and left while you were still asleep. So now comes the question, what will you do now? I did offer you my hospitality, though I doubt it would be suitable for a human, or you can go your own way as a freed man.”

Darron took a while to think. “If I stay with you could we- “

“What happened there was unintentional. Instinctual magic is not an easy thing to control. I may not be able to make what happened then happen again even if I tried. We shared my body that time, say I succeed in absorbing you into me once more, I cannot guarantee that your mind will even have that same degree of control as before. Would you be able to live your life conscious, but never again in control of any aspect of your body? Trapped, confined, your new vessel just an extension of my own?”

Darron pondered some more and then finally made up his mind. “I want to do it again.”

The dragon bowed his head in response and sat upright and partially parted his hind legs, revealing his already growing member. “Very well. Disrobe and join me once more.” Darron took off his clothes and for the second time embraced the cock of a dragon. Since that day, the human named Darron was never seen again.