Up a narrow, hardly-worn path on the mountainside, the hulking draconian was picking his path with as much care as his brutish, somewhat clumsy new form would allow.
Slung across his shoulders and behind his neck, he carried the carcass of yet another deer, this one a plump doe whose throat he had personally bitten open.
Despite how simplified Sir Jansen's thought processes had now become, compared to those from his former life as a paladin, something within his mind could still detect the ridiculousness of his situation: him hauling game up the mountain on foot, meal by meal, while his winged Master remained idle and self-absorbed upon his hoard.
The demands of Pyrruonus had grown steadily more all-encompassing, and each moment of the draconian's life was now spent in some kind of service to the corrupted brass wyrm. These days, most of the service was menial, with the draconian serving as food provider, errand boy, masseuse, and sex-slave in one. Meanwhile, Pyrruonus grew softer and pudgier, though he remained enough of a sinuous heavyweight to cause his servant severe bodily harm with ease if he so chose.
Fortunately for Jansen, the wyrm did not so choose. The former knight was a servant, tool, and lover, and Pyrruonus still aimed to keep it that way, if Jansen's obedience remained true. The paired magical rings connecting their souls had amplified this sentiment further as they passed their first month in the new lair.
As for today, the draconian still had several uphill miles to carry the carcass, and very few self-aware thoughts to occupy him as he went. His senses occupied him instead, acutely aware of both his own powerfully muscled body and his surroundings. From time to time, he would punch large stones with his fist just for the visceral pleasure of seeing them break, or chomp with slow satisfaction through some poor prey animal's femur. Feeling the bones crack under the strain gave him a satisfaction he had never fully appreciated under that previous lifestyle that he could now only foggily remember..
How Sir Jansen the paladin had fallen! And yet, for the most part, he didn't care. Reptilian instinct ruled the day, and he trudged on up the mountain, feeling good as his heavy feet stomped along the ground.
* * *
Pyrruonus regarded his own slightly expanded belly as if it were a curved wave of pure beauty. He could stare at it for hours, lying here on his back as he was, observing it and feeling over it with his foreclaws. Beyond that pristinely scaled curve, his proud cock jutted hard and proud, needily awaiting his servant's return... and beyond that, glimmering golden treasure all sprawled out in mounds around him. He was doing quite well for himself, he concluded, and would do better still.
He would eat more game animals... and adventurers, if any came around - that was just something he would have no choice about. He was so hungry these days, and so preoccupied with what other shiny items he might add to his modest yet varied collection. If he could stuff his maw full of delectable, bloody meats for days on end, while seeing heaps of new treasure brought in for him to scrutinize... yes, that would be all he wanted in all the world: simply to be worshipped and lovingly groomed, himself a treasure of the natural world, which a dragon of his stature unquestionably was!
Then he thought that over again. Stuff his own maw? No, his servant would feed him. He could not relax, not being bothered to pick up the food himself. Yes, that sounded lovely...
But the draconian was taking an awfully long time about returning with the day's kill, and the brass's shaft and belly were both beginning to complain. He wriggled in his impatience, his tail and back rubbing hard against the bed of coins and gems beneath him, with the massage-like weight of the motions helping to stave off his frustration.
Despite being the master and the brains of their operation, even Pyrruonus no longer fully comprehended just how different his new life was compared to the old. Prior to their corruption he and Jansen were both noble-minded - and, even if neither the wisest nor craftiest examples of their respective species, certainly quite devoted to the pursuit of wisdom and of knowledge, as they had been taught by the encouragement of their peers and the traditions of their forebears. Now, when either of them slept, they dreamt of only the most primal of activities: violence, food, and sex. Yet the lazy narcissism taking hold within Pyrruonus meant they were seldom motivated to go out to battle anything at all, and much more preoccupied with the more carnal pleasures that life had to offer.
Driven by his rising decadence, Pyrruonus had decided two weeks ago that they would stop ever moving the enchanted wedding rings onto their fingers at all. Both now kept them permanently around their respective genital members. Indeed, the wyrm's clung to him so relentlessly that it kept snug against his shaft's base even when it receded back within his slit. Meanwhile, the draconian's ring kept his own shaft perpetually semi-hard, the length slackly hanging down at an imposingly great and slowly pulsating size even when not engaged in any sexual activities at all. His body was always aroused, at least a little, and that restlessness helped fuel his instincts for the hunt as well as for mating - not to mention helping him look perpetually attractive and sexually "ready" to the brass wyrm's eyes. The lazy dragon could imagine his magically shaped dragon-man's.cock even now, and licked over his own maw as he imagined pleasure things that he could demand for his servant to do.
* * *
"Food," grunted Jansen a quarter hour later, and dropped the slain doe onto the cavern floor before his master.
The master's eyes opened slowly and gazed long at Jansen, then glanced to the carcass, and then back at the draconian again.
"Food," repeated Jansen, and rubbed his own belly dumbly.
The draconian's voice was so deep and guttural that he sounded mostly unfit for speech, but Pyrruonus easily understood him. It was the method of presentation with which the wyrm took issue.
"Don't just stand there. Pick it up and get to feeding me."
Jansen scratched his head in confusion, but found his shaft pulsating harder under influence from the ring that bound it. Likewise, his master's own shaft returned to full mast from the mostly-hard state it had been in before.
"But... food," grunted Jansen, and gestured at the carcass.
Pyrruonus leaned on his back, and opened his maw wide, holding his head low just above his belly. "Food. Now feed your master."
With his brain moving with all the agility of some sort of novice-operated abacus, Jansen very slowly began to understand Kneeling low, he hoisted the carcass from the floor and held the whole thing up toward the dragon's maw, where it would be easy enough for Pyrruonus to reach out and gulp the whole thing whole.
"All the way in," instructed the master.
Feeling his cock surge with pleasure as he complied, Jansen leaned forward and placed the animal headfirst into the brass wyrm's jaws. His master's nostrils flared and chest gave a low rumble of approval. That long dragon tongue wrapped the deer - and then the neck slid back, taking it down, the bulge evident as she passed down to the stomach.
"M-master," grunted Jansen as he looked nervously at his own cock and saw it starting to leak.
"Yes, Master needs you inside of him too... just in a different way, and in a different place." Still lying on his back, he then spread his legs and flopped his tail off to one side, exposing the tailhole for Jansen's sexual use.
This took the draconian by surprise. Usually, the wyrm would demand that the large dragon-man serve him by providing a hole of his own, most often the mouth. Now, Pyrruonus was doing it the other way around... and yet no less commandingly than usual.
Despite the arousal hammering at his thoughts, and the compulsion to comply with his master's every whim, Jansen felt a twinge of hesitation - which Pyrruonus sensed immediately thanks to the empathic feedback of the rings.
The wyrm's eyes narrowed. "My servant is not being true to me," he declared. "Serve me by penetrating me, and do it now. I wish to feel pleasure in my deepest parts, and I shall have it from your body, which belongs to me. Need I remind you?" The thick dragon-cock throbbed urgently as he spoke.
"Hh... unfaithful," said Jansen about himself, looking almost ready to cry, and dropped to his knees before his brass tyrant. "But... but Master..."
Jansen let out a guttural, non-word groan of dismay. Images flashed through Pyrruonus's mind, reconstructed memories of the draconian's various foot treks up and down the mountain. The wyrm felt the conflict within his servant: Master has wings and is so strong, yet he lies around all day while I walk to get meals. I love Master, but it is so inefficient that my body hates the arrangement! Woe is me, for my flesh is unfaithful to Master's desires!
Still lying belly-up, Pyrruonus curled his tail consolingly around one of Jansen's thick ankles. "There, there, servant. I am not cruel. If your body does not suit your service, it shall have to change further, to serve me better. Just so long as you do not have any other thoughts of disagreement..."
Pyrruonus could sense that Jansen did have other thoughts of disagreement - that even in this dumbed-down state, he was slowly putting together the idea that his tasks were menial and unsuited to his stature... but Pyrruonus thought the tasks suited him perfectly. The wyrm kept brushing against his servant's mind with glee as he felt Jansen's deeper levels of objection get culled... torn out like a few pages from an old book, with the only lingering hints to their existence coming as vague references from other chapters, and an easily missed lapse in numbering.
"No other... disagree," grunted Jansen, and he gave a sleepy-headed nod as his brai
ค่าแคบ สวม ใส่แทบเส้นทางบนไหล่เขา การ hulking ผลถูกเบิกทางของเขา ด้วยการดูแลมากเป็นฟอร์มใหม่ของเขา brutish ป้ำ ๆ ค่อนข้างจะช่วยให้เขา slung ข้ามไหล่เขา และที่ หลังคอของเขา ทำซากของ ยังเปิดกวางอีก นี้หนึ่งป้องกันที่อวบคอตัวมีกัดด้วยแม้ตอนนี้ได้กลายเป็นกระบวนการคิดประยุกต์วิธีรักแจนเซนของ เปรียบเทียบจากชีวิตเดิมเป็นว่า สิ่งภายในจิตใจของเขาอาจยังตรวจพบ ridiculousness ของสถานการณ์ของเขา: เขา hauling เกมกดเท้า อาหารโดยอาหาร ในขณะที่เขาปีกหลักยังคงดูดซึมตามมุมของตนเอง และใช้งานได้ความต้องการของ Pyrruonus ได้เติบโตขึ้นอย่างต่อเนื่องเพิ่มเติมท่าน และตอนนี้ใช้ช่วงเวลาของชีวิตรุนแรงของในบางชนิดของบริการ wyrm ทองเหลืองเสียหาย วันนี้ ส่วนใหญ่ของบริการถูกถู มีให้บริการผลเป็นผู้ให้บริการอาหาร ธุระเด็ก หมอนวด และ ทาสทางเพศใน ในขณะเดียวกัน Pyrruonus โตนุ่ม และ pudgier แม้ว่าเขายังคงเฮฟวี่เวท sinuous ทำเจ้ารุนแรงทางกายเพียงพอเป็นอันตรายต่ออย่างง่ายดายถ้าให้เลือกโชคดีสำหรับแจนเซน wyrm ไม่ให้เลือก อัศวินอดีตข้าราชการ เครื่องมือ และคนรัก และ Pyrruonus ยังมีวัตถุประสงค์เพื่อให้วิธี ถ้าเชื่อฟังของแจนเซนยังคงเป็นจริง แหวนวิเศษจัดเป็นคู่ที่เชื่อมต่อวิญญาณของพวกเขาได้ขยายความเชื่อมั่นนี้เพิ่มเติม ตามที่พวกเขาผ่านเดือนแรกของพวกเขาในซ่อนใหม่สำหรับวันนี้ รุนแรงยังได้ไมล์ปั่นหลายยกซากการ และความคิด self-aware น้อยมากจะครอบครองเขาเป็นเขา ความรู้สึกของเขาครอบครองเขาแทน ทราบทั้งสองตน powerfully muscled ร่างกายและสภาพแวดล้อมของเขา ครั้ง เขาจะเจาะหินขนาดใหญ่กับกำปั้นของเขาเพียงเพื่อความสุขอวัยวะภายเห็นพวกเขาแบ่ง หรือ chomp พอใจช้าผ่านบางจนเหยื่อสัตว์กระดูกต้นขา รู้สึกกระดูกแตกใต้พันธุ์ให้เขาพึงพอใจที่ได้ชื่นชมไม่เต็มภายใต้ชีวิตที่ก่อนหน้านี้ที่ตอนนี้ได้เฉพาะ foggily จำ...วิธีรักแจนเซนว่าได้ตกลง และได้ สำหรับส่วนใหญ่ เขาไม่ได้ดูแล สัญชาตญาณ reptilian ปกครองวัน และเขา trudged บนกด ความรู้สึกดีเท้าหนัก stomped ตามพื้นดิน* * *Pyrruonus ถือว่าตนเองท้องขยายเล็กน้อยนั้นคลื่นโค้งสวยงามบริสุทธิ์ เขาอาจมองได้ชั่วโมง นอนอยู่ที่นี่บนเขากลับเป็นเขาได้ สังเกตได้ และรู้สึกมันกับ foreclaws ของเขา นอกเหนือจากเส้นโค้งที่ปรับสัดส่วนได้ pristinely ไก่เขาภูมิใจ jutted หนัก และ proud, needily รอคืนเจ้าของ... และนอกเหนือจากนั้น glimmering ทองสมบัติทั้งหมด sprawled ออกใน mounds รอบเขา เขาได้ทำค่อนข้างดีสำหรับตัวเอง สรุป และจะทำยังดีกว่าHe would eat more game animals... and adventurers, if any came around - that was just something he would have no choice about. He was so hungry these days, and so preoccupied with what other shiny items he might add to his modest yet varied collection. If he could stuff his maw full of delectable, bloody meats for days on end, while seeing heaps of new treasure brought in for him to scrutinize... yes, that would be all he wanted in all the world: simply to be worshipped and lovingly groomed, himself a treasure of the natural world, which a dragon of his stature unquestionably was!Then he thought that over again. Stuff his own maw? No, his servant would feed him. He could not relax, not being bothered to pick up the food himself. Yes, that sounded lovely...But the draconian was taking an awfully long time about returning with the day's kill, and the brass's shaft and belly were both beginning to complain. He wriggled in his impatience, his tail and back rubbing hard against the bed of coins and gems beneath him, with the massage-like weight of the motions helping to stave off his frustration.Despite being the master and the brains of their operation, even Pyrruonus no longer fully comprehended just how different his new life was compared to the old. Prior to their corruption he and Jansen were both noble-minded - and, even if neither the wisest nor craftiest examples of their respective species, certainly quite devoted to the pursuit of wisdom and of knowledge, as they had been taught by the encouragement of their peers and the traditions of their forebears. Now, when either of them slept, they dreamt of only the most primal of activities: violence, food, and sex. Yet the lazy narcissism taking hold within Pyrruonus meant they were seldom motivated to go out to battle anything at all, and much more preoccupied with the more carnal pleasures that life had to offer.
Driven by his rising decadence, Pyrruonus had decided two weeks ago that they would stop ever moving the enchanted wedding rings onto their fingers at all. Both now kept them permanently around their respective genital members. Indeed, the wyrm's clung to him so relentlessly that it kept snug against his shaft's base even when it receded back within his slit. Meanwhile, the draconian's ring kept his own shaft perpetually semi-hard, the length slackly hanging down at an imposingly great and slowly pulsating size even when not engaged in any sexual activities at all. His body was always aroused, at least a little, and that restlessness helped fuel his instincts for the hunt as well as for mating - not to mention helping him look perpetually attractive and sexually "ready" to the brass wyrm's eyes. The lazy dragon could imagine his magically shaped dragon-man's.cock even now, and licked over his own maw as he imagined pleasure things that he could demand for his servant to do.
* * *
"Food," grunted Jansen a quarter hour later, and dropped the slain doe onto the cavern floor before his master.
The master's eyes opened slowly and gazed long at Jansen, then glanced to the carcass, and then back at the draconian again.
"Food," repeated Jansen, and rubbed his own belly dumbly.
The draconian's voice was so deep and guttural that he sounded mostly unfit for speech, but Pyrruonus easily understood him. It was the method of presentation with which the wyrm took issue.
"Don't just stand there. Pick it up and get to feeding me."
Jansen scratched his head in confusion, but found his shaft pulsating harder under influence from the ring that bound it. Likewise, his master's own shaft returned to full mast from the mostly-hard state it had been in before.
"But... food," grunted Jansen, and gestured at the carcass.
Pyrruonus leaned on his back, and opened his maw wide, holding his head low just above his belly. "Food. Now feed your master."
With his brain moving with all the agility of some sort of novice-operated abacus, Jansen very slowly began to understand Kneeling low, he hoisted the carcass from the floor and held the whole thing up toward the dragon's maw, where it would be easy enough for Pyrruonus to reach out and gulp the whole thing whole.
"All the way in," instructed the master.
Feeling his cock surge with pleasure as he complied, Jansen leaned forward and placed the animal headfirst into the brass wyrm's jaws. His master's nostrils flared and chest gave a low rumble of approval. That long dragon tongue wrapped the deer - and then the neck slid back, taking it down, the bulge evident as she passed down to the stomach.
"M-master," grunted Jansen as he looked nervously at his own cock and saw it starting to leak.
"Yes, Master needs you inside of him too... just in a different way, and in a different place." Still lying on his back, he then spread his legs and flopped his tail off to one side, exposing the tailhole for Jansen's sexual use.
This took the draconian by surprise. Usually, the wyrm would demand that the large dragon-man serve him by providing a hole of his own, most often the mouth. Now, Pyrruonus was doing it the other way around... and yet no less commandingly than usual.
Despite the arousal hammering at his thoughts, and the compulsion to comply with his master's every whim, Jansen felt a twinge of hesitation - which Pyrruonus sensed immediately thanks to the empathic feedback of the rings.
The wyrm's eyes narrowed. "My servant is not being true to me," he declared. "Serve me by penetrating me, and do it now. I wish to feel pleasure in my deepest parts, and I shall have it from your body, which belongs to me. Need I remind you?" The thick dragon-cock throbbed urgently as he spoke.
"Hh... unfaithful," said Jansen about himself, looking almost ready to cry, and dropped to his knees before his brass tyrant. "But... but Master..."
Jansen let out a guttural, non-word groan of dismay. Images flashed through Pyrruonus's mind, reconstructed memories of the draconian's various foot treks up and down the mountain. The wyrm felt the conflict within his servant: Master has wings and is so strong, yet he lies around all day while I walk to get meals. I love Master, but it is so inefficient that my body hates the arrangement! Woe is me, for my flesh is unfaithful to Master's desires!
Still lying belly-up, Pyrruonus curled his tail consolingly around one of Jansen's thick ankles. "There, there, servant. I am not cruel. If your body does not suit your service, it shall have to change further, to serve me better. Just so long as you do not have any other thoughts of disagreement..."
Pyrruonus could sense that Jansen did have other thoughts of disagreement - that even in this dumbed-down state, he was slowly putting together the idea that his tasks were menial and unsuited to his stature... but Pyrruonus thought the tasks suited him perfectly. The wyrm kept brushing against his servant's mind with glee as he felt Jansen's deeper levels of objection get culled... torn out like a few pages from an old book, with the only lingering hints to their existence coming as vague references from other chapters, and an easily missed lapse in numbering.
"No other... disagree," grunted Jansen, and he gave a sleepy-headed nod as his brai
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