Leung let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into his cool studio and turned on the lights. He had closed down during his trip, and although it was a little musty, it was just as he’d left it. It would be some time to get things in order, but Leung was prepared to put out the necessary advertisements for his reopening. He knew there would be demand for his collection, both buyers and sellers lined up, having been waiting weeks to see his wares. Already his redirected mail had been piling up.
The work allowed him to divert his focus from the elephant in the room. Or dragon in his case. It felt STRANGE to bring his draconic being into his former human life, such as it was. But Oberon was more than a part of him. It WAS him, and under the cum formed visage he wore for the rest of the world lay his true draconic form.
Oberon was essentially invisible to humans as he was now, not only through sight but through scent, which was a blessing. He had come to terms with his pungent male stick, finding it rather enjoyable. Yet he doubted others would feel the same way!
Leung made his living as an antiques and art dealer, having made many connections within the city and even surrounding areas. Though most of his acquisition was for sale, he kept a small collection of his own in the back. Later that day, he was drawn to gaze at those things that had captivated him for so many years. Much of it was dyed red and golden to match the scales he now possessed. Many, predictably, carried images of dragons, even ones that mirrored his current visage. Yet, somehow, all of these seemed dull. They paled in comparison to the treasures he now possessed in his cave, a fraction of the wealth he’d amassed as a dragon. Still, some were worthy of a home in his hoard, and he made a note to bring some back to his cave on his next visit.
Leung caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, the pungent male stink of his covering not enough to hide the knowledge of Oberon's true form from himself. It was only a minor grievance to revert to his draconic glory. His muzzle grinned back at him, a scene especially for him to see. Leung's cock grew hard from the sight, and he realized with a smirk that he was done work for the day. There were more pressing matters to attend to!
It took some time to put his affairs in order, and Leung spent the better part of the week making the necessary arrangements. Most of his backlog of messages was from contacts he knew and who were very happy to hear from him. Yet one invitation was rather unexpected. It was from a company he had never heard of, Guld enterprises, a technology firm located downtown in the heart of the city.
Their corporate heads wanted to see him in person at his earliest convenience, with a sample of his most valuable possessions. He supposed it wasn’t the first time a CEO was interested in his modest collection of art or antiques. Still, the urgent nature seemed rather atypical. Surely word of his wares hadn’t spread so fast even in the time he was gone!
Leung got in contact with a secretary, who passed along the message that his presence was requested immediately, with the promise of financial compensation for his haste. The dragon he now was smiled at the prospect of increasing his hoard, so he agreed to travel downtown the next day.
He spent some time preparing his showpieces, from both his human collection as well as several artifacts from his draconic stash. Though it was a lengthy trip, his powerful wings made it an easy excursion, and he eventually managed to put together a rather impressive showing. Though his draconic mind was hesitant to sell any of his possessions, the promise of even more wealth from a profitable deal was sufficient incentive to make the journey.
Leung was rather surprised the address was for a massive skyscraper, located in the center of the city. It was prime real estate for a company he had such difficulty researching. They seemed to be a tech development firm, but there was little information to indicate what it was they actually produced. Notions of shady weapons deals came to the forefront of his thoughts Leung was a little unnerved, but ultimately decided it wasn’t his business so long as they were strictly interested in his collection.
Upon arrival, he was greeted by three staff members, a man, and two women. Though he assumed they were assistants, they quickly introduced themselves as the board of company directors. The man looked to be the youngest of the three and introduced himself as Eric. A tall, blond woman introduced herself as Hydia, and a shorter, dark-haired woman of Asian descent introduced herself as Rene. Leung found himself wondering why he was being greeted personally by the company heads. Didn’t the company employ any secretaries or guards?
Leung was led to an elevator, a lavish structure evidently reserved for company executives. Eric went on to describe the lovely view of the entire city from the conference room in the penthouse suite they were headed to. Yet Leung wasn’t paying attention, not really. And it was not only due to the bizarre nature of the situation. There was something else, something that Leung couldn't put his finger on. Something wasn’t right, but not in the HUMAN sense.
With a bit of trepidation, Leung allowed himself to be led into the elevator, trying not to seem nervous as the door closed behind him. But he was certain his waves of nervousness were not lost on his captors. As though in response, his three hosts took turns patting him on the shoulders, physical contact that should have made him back away. Yet, it did seem to have a calming effect, and Leung allowed himself to relax at their presence. He was fearful that their touch would expose his cum-based skin, but it seemed to hold, maintaining its illusion.
As the elevator slowly ascended the building, a peculiar odor wafted into Leung’s nose, one that held his attention. He sniffed the air, attempting to drink it in, before realizing how weird it would be for a trio of humans, to see him acting like a beast. Leung's eyes shifted to his entourage, trying to determine if they noticed the peculiar behavior. He was a little startled to see that their eyes had been focused on him as well, though they quickly tried to make it seem as if they, too, were averting their gaze.
The freight was taking an eternity to reach the top. Though it was perhaps perceived that way due to Leung’s impatience over the effects of the odor. The longer he scented, the more...familiar it seemed to a part of his mind. In fact, it reminded him much of the smell in his cave before he and Oberon had become one. It bore a striking semblance to a draconic hormone, something that he would only be able to detect in close quarters. But what would be its source in a place like this?
Leung was hardly able to focus on anything else. The pungent scent burned into his nostrils, awakening something that neither part of his mind was familiar with. Even when he was simply Oberon, he had not smelled anything like this in hundreds of years. Oberon had become so accustomed to his pungent male musk that it took Leung’s separate recollections to even begin to form the theory that its source was draconic hormones.
Even though Leung’s confusion, a sudden warmth playing over his skin was not lost on him. It burned at the underlayer of his human facade, as though his true draconic nature was trying to break free. The heat caused an uncomfortable itch, and he went to discreetly scratch his arm when the sight of it gave him pause. The flesh carried a familiar pattern, one of his lovely red and gold interlocking scales. As he stared, the cum-formed human skin started to stretch in the shape of his draconic flesh.
Leung pulled his arm back quickly, willing his draconic scales away and the covering of cum to return. Yet his true nature threatened to stretch and rip the cum-skin in several places, as though eager to be free from the perceived human trappings.
Leung tucked his arm behind him, praying that he was not noticed. He dared not towards his benefactors for fear of setting them off to his secret. Still, they remained quiet, which was enough for Leung to proceed.
At last, they step into a rather lavish conference room, with the usual large table, posh decorations, and modern furniture designs. But of most distinction was an expansive statue of an eastern dragon, contorted around the entire surface of the ceiling. Its face sported antler-like horns, massive whiskers atop of a long, canine-like snout. Its body was impossibly long, serpentine segments coiled in on each other and adorned with interlocking scales. Each of its arms sported massive claws, and a long, frilly row of spines ran all the way back to a forked, fluffy tail. Leung had to admire the draconic features, so different than himself yet no less lovely. Its design was so vivid that he almost swore it was alive!
Coming out of his enthrallment, Leung hoped that perhaps in the open air, free from dragon stink, he would be able to maintain his human form, and the business at hand. Yet, for some reason, the scent in the room was even sharper, nearly making the dragon gag. He stifled a cough, forcing a smile at his benefactors as he brought his belongings into the center table.
Yet every step seemed to take a Herculean effort as every inch of his body screamed its need to be released. With the pungent stench pervading his senses, Leung thought it best to try and make a graceful exit, lest his hidden self be exposed. “I...I’m sorry, my friends. I seem to have come down with a sudden fever. Might it be best to resume our discussion at another time?"
Rene spoke up, a warm smile on her face that made Leung relax. “We won’t take too long, I assure you, sir. You’ve come all this way, why not take us up on our offer? It’s a true pleasure to have such an esteemed collector in our presence, and it would be amiss to waste that opportunity.”
Somehow, the words seemed to relax the dragon, and he carefully set out his wares in his well-practiced fashion. Proud of his work, he turned to look as his entourage when the spectacle startled him. All three were enraptured, as though their eyes had never fallen upon such sights. Leung was hard-pressed to determine if it was the wares or perhaps himself that had acquired their attention.
Still, it did not escape Leung’s notice that the pungent scent in the room had intensified. It swirled around the dragon's nose, making it impossible to avoid sniffing the alluring aroma. His previous demeanor changed, sniffing the air audibly in an attempt to drink in the potent musk as best he could.
It was getting harder to keep himself at the moment as Leung’s mind was drawn to that fateful day when he became one with his other half. These scents carried with them the musk of draconic seed, the cum that he and Oberon had spilled time and time again during their mating and merger. There was no mistaking the odor, burned into his being as it was. Visions of dragons and fusion played over his mind, making his slit ooze as his cock reawakened from within. He knew he needed to resist such notions, but in the presence of such promise, he could hardly control himself!
Even though lost in the pleasant memory, Leung began to realize the source of the other scent swirling in the room. The three had to be dragons themselves, pervading the air with their hormones. Leung regarded the company heads with a new sense of certainty. They, too, were sniffing the air, enthralled by the musky fragrances that seemed now mingled with Leung’s own. Leung hadn’t realized it, but his own cum-soaked scent had leaked into the room, overlaying the other three with its lovely perfume.
For a moment, Oberon was confused. There was no way that there could be others of his kind here, least of all in the middle of a human city. The part of his mind that was Leung chalked it up to be from work-related fatigue. It must have been some sort of illusion, a false hope that his dragon self was desperately clinging to. Even the scents in the room could be chalked up to his over-productive hormones.
Yet even reason and logic were not enough to quell his powerful arousal. Leung could feel his shaft start to extend from his sheath, pressing against its imprisonment and eager for release. The only thing more potent to his sexuality than pleasuring his own body was the thought of it being with others of his kind!
Leung felt he could no longer keep up the vision of his human form as the scent grew stronger. He wanted to fully let down his illusion and reveal his draconian glory to the first creatures he'd met of his own race. Every scent, every molecule assured Leung that they were of his kind. Affirming his suspicions, the looks of lust on all three faces were well in line with his own. They regarded him with eyes that slowly shifted, revealed the draconic slits that he had come to admire in his reflections.
The feelings of his taut shaft against the modest human clothing were becoming painfully tight. Yet, even the frail fabric was enough to stimulate the swelling need in his testicles. He moaned, feeling his balls bunching up as he shouted and shot a thick load of cream into his briefs. His cock rocked back and forth, spilling his masculine load into his pants as it started oozing down his legs. His shaft continued to spurt, the sheer quantity spraying up under his shirt as it dripped down his pants.
For a moment, he was lost in the reverie of the intense odor. The draconic pheromones that he was exuding into the air mingled exquisitely with that of his benefactors. Yet, soon, his entire sticky form was filled with embarrassment and shame. He was certain his clients were draconic as well, but what if they weren’t? He'd wanted to try and hide his shame, yet instead, he exposed himself and his secret. It was nearly impossible for anyone to deny the rank scent of male seed, or the sticky fluids plopping from his shirt and pant legs.
To his absolute horror, the act of orgasm started to break down the illusion of his form. His secondary heart, which was inactive while in his human disguise, started to beat to life. It sent a shiver through the near-by testicles as it began to pump, to fuel his regression to his draconic form. The secondary, parallel venous system bulged against his skin as his beating second heart started pumping draconic cum through them. He could feel them pressing tightly against his red-scaled flesh, their cum leaking out from his hidden scales into the human shell that was covering him. Leung growled; he knew from experience that once the second heart started beating cum beside his veins, there was no way to stop the reversion until it was complete!
His second heart was beating far too rapidly to slow now. More of his red scales popped out from under the melting jism, which was pulled back inside to fuel his power. The remains of his solid flesh became etched with interlocking scales as they pressed insistently against the weakening outer shell.
Leung had no idea what to do. He had no power to control the swelling of his true form, no way to hide from the others in the room. Yet to his shock, Eric stepped forward, smiling at the sight of the dragon being formed before him. Leung couldn’t help but notice the erection in his pants. Yet of more note was the dripping cum staining his pants, leaking onto the floor in a pungent puddle, nearly as yellowed and thick as Leung’s own!
“At last! It truly is you! We’ve been searching for hundreds of years, my Lord. And now, we are finally able to bask in your presence once more! Hail, our radiant Lord Oberon!” Eric exclaimed as he bent the knee. The two women followed suit, in evident reverence of Oberon’s presence.
Leung was shocked that not only were his benefactors dragons, but they seemed to know that he was Oberon. His vast memory knew not of these dragons. He had been alone for so long. Surely, Oberson should surely have known of having retainers, even if it was so long ago!
His confused expression was not lost on his benefactors. “It has been a long time, my Lord. No wonder that you don’t recognize your servants,” said Eric with a heart-warming smile. “During your separation, many of your memories were likely lost to you. We know that you have only recently merged. We sensed it, tied to you as we are. As soon as you returned, we sent for you,” he finished, eager to explain the situation.
One of the women, Hylda, piped up. “We have prepared this empire, changing our human forms regularly to keep up the centuries long-facade. We have amassed much power and wealth in your glory, awaiting your return. We have done this subtly until the source of the magic that separated you had disappeared from the world. But even with that threat removed, we had no idea where it was you had gone, or what form the human side had reincarnated into. Yet the power from your merge was potent enough that we could sense it even from here. Naturally, we made all preparations to see you at once.”
Leung took a few moments to try and process the information. Had Oberon been that influential? He could hardly believe it, but what did these fellow dragons have to hide?
The second woman, Rene, came up to rub at his flesh, encouraging the scales to burn through. “Do you remember those who separated you? Those who feared your power? Do you understand WHY?” She asked, searching Leung’s human features.
Leung wracked Oberon’s memories, trying to recall what he could about their past. Yet, to his dismay, Oberon held very few recollections of his past self, even after rejoining with Leung. “Other than the great power I possessed, and perhaps the loyal followers under my command?” He said, his words sending a shiver of excitement through his entourage. He could scarcely comprehend being revered in such a manner, but it did make a kind of sense for a being such as he.
“It was more than that, my Lord,” Eric said, rubbing Oberon’s forehead to encourage more of the scales to force their way through. “You had finally found a way to increase your power, to dominate your enemies. The spell that separated you and allowed you to merge once more could be used on others. We had agreed to become one with you, to fuse our essences with you and create a being with more power than even all of us separately. We were to willingly submit ourselves to you, that you might be the true force we knew you could be,” he finished, his own human skin started to melt off his draconic form.
Leung could hardly fathom the meaning behind those words. He was already one with Oberon, as he should always have been. But these were separate dragons were not. What right did he have to take their beings into himself?
His thoughts were not lost on his followers, it seemed. “We exist because of your glory, and only to serve your further grandeur. It is no sacrifice for us to give our beings to make you stronger. We will be with you truly, able to serve you in the way that we were always meant to be,” said the blond woman, regarding her master with an almost pleading look in her eyes.
Leung could feel the desire wafting from their fragrances as they imagined what it would be like to be one with their master. The scents wafting from their draconic cum were all too familiar. They wanted to merge, to bond with him as Oberon had. The memories of that day were fresh in his mind and were often at the forefront of his thoughts. How could Leung deny them that? How could he deny himself?
His words were not needed for his followers to know that he had accepted. They moved to surround him, the man and the taller woman playing over his form. Rene, however, moved towards Leung’s display. Leung was confused for a moment, even as she produced what appeared to be an incense burner. It had come from Oberon’s own collection, he was certain. In fact, he had been compelled to bring it, more so that many of the treasures that Leung thought it meaningful to show off to the human world.
As the woman approached him, the scent of it burned into the air and brought Leung’s memories back to the cave. So much of the seed released from their mating and merging had spilled onto his possessions, covering them in his essence. “This artifact, bathed in the seed of your merging, will allow all of us to become one. It need only be covered by our combined lust and our wish to join, and then the process can begin!” She exclaimed, setting the object at Leung’s feet.
At that, Leung’s penis rose to full attention, causing a slight tear to ring through his clothing. His servants were on him in an instant, rubbing his flesh, and removing all resistance Leung was still harboring. His clothes were torn off, useless human garments that were easily replaced. They were trivial things to dragons as powerful as they.
Leung’s flesh started to melt faster, the bulging veins and popping scales on full display. He could feel his human testicles drawing inside his slit as the base of his cock expanded its entire width. He was dripping all over the floor, his pointed red tip throbbing, cum-soaked veins running all the way down to his bulbous base. The head was deep crimson, pointing at the tip as its surface erupted with throbbing ridges.
Lost in the attention, Leung marveled as the familiar interlocking patterns pressed through the liquid mess, a deep red shade forming underneath as his beautiful dragon self took shape. Human hands rubbed away the cum as it sank back into his body, allowing smooth scales to push through. Leung loved the idea of being worshiped, in the manner he had worshiped Oberon and been worshiped in kind.
While Rene teased up his arms, Eric took both Leung’s hands in his own, forcing the flesh of Leung’s to turn to cum and be absorbed into the thick veins just under their surface. They teased Leung’s fingers, literally rubbing the cum from his flesh as his red scales bore through. The cum, now returned into his body, was sufficient to fuel the expansion of his claws. Leung growled a reptilian sound as his powerful golden claws pierced through, extending to their proper length as Leung slowly flexed them.
The deft hands played over his biceps, eliminating the human definition he had formed for himself, melting away the fake flesh for the draconic perfection underneath. Those same fingers that removed his human disguise seemed eager to explore the level of definition that Oberon's draconic glory granted him. His bulging biceps, already immaculate, even by human standards, only served to swell the more cum was absorbed to fuel their growth. Even divot, every ridge, and every bulge were worshipped, encouraged to grow.
A hidden strength in the arms of his worshippers tore away the human shirt, exposing his pecs and belly. The hands went to his chest and stomach, his human from melting to reveal the golden scutes that comprised his underbelly, an armor that kept his innards protected. His scalped perfection was on full display as every yellowed scale was teased out of the human shell, running down to his needy groin.
Avoiding his groin, for now, at least, his pants were torn away, and human legs were explored before their flesh was eliminated. Leung allowed himself to enjoy the sensation of the false muscles receding to reveal his own draconic limbs. His followers played over his feet, lapping away at the cum with their tongues. Like his hands, the cum fueling his skin was converted into the energy necessary for change. He could feel his golden claws erupting from his feet, his heels stretching and literally tearing through the cum on his ankles before it had a chance to recede. His stance shifted awkwardly, but all three of his followers were there to stabilize him as they worshiped his developing draconic form.
Eric was behind him now, rubbing at his hips, allowing the fake fat of human buttocks to recede into powerful draconic flanks. Oberon snarled at the sensual sensation of his anus moving to its proper position, and Eric's still human fingers opening him up was a welcome experience.
The man's deft hands worked up Oberon's back, making the muscles spasm as they started to crack through his cum-skin even as it dissolved. The weakened cum seemed to absorb into his spine as a nub started to flex and grow. He twitched the appendage, savoring its growth as it pushed out and out, thickening to a girth befitting a beast such as he. Cum was converted to energy to fuel the muscle and extension of his spine as it played over the man’s chest, making the dragon growl with the need to revert. Yet they would hold off until their master was truly with them once more!
With so much cum back in his body, Oberon was able to allow himself to expand into the proper proportions. The jism in his veins allowed his muscles to build their proper force, adding height to his form. He roared as more male seed pooled above the scales on his back, covering his shoulders and allowing two thin, cum dripping limbs to sprout. A thick claw formed at the end, from which two fingers ran all the way down to his back, twitching as each oozed enough cum to drip between the gaps and give him a functional set of draconic wings.
At last, all three sets of fingers played over his head, the human features already melting away to reveal his reptilian snout. His cheeks absorbed enough cum to force his face forward, and Oberon smiled as his human teeth dissolved, drawn back into the cum-tube opening of his glottis. Immediately, the bones of his reptilian jaw erupted froth, his forked tongue playing over his ferocious form.
His skull continued to expand, and Oberon loved how the seed-filled scales forced his lovely golden draconic accents to sweep over his features. His hair melted away into cum as well, forcing sharp-tipped, curling golden horns to sprout from his sloping scalp as they swept up his head. His eyes shifted apart to make room for his extending snout, and he grinned a sharp-toothed grin as his forked tongue twitched in and out, barely concealing the cum producing organ just underneath.
Soon, the magnificent red beast was able to take in the human forms from his proper vantage. He could truly smell their cum-soaked facade now, confirmation of their draconic beings. He knew with a certainty that he was more powerful than all three, perhaps combined. Such a realization only served to send a burble of cum through his own reptilian member. He would mate them all, take them into his form as they wished!
The dark-haired woman gazed at his majesty, before lowering herself to suck at his thick, rigid member. Oberon moaned deeply, shooting a small load in her mouth, giving Rene the initial dose of cum to fuel her changes. His excess seed sprayed over her mouth, melting with her flesh and forcing the feminine visage to dissolve. Her hair, her lips, and skin were all reduced into yellow jism, exposing vibrant white, red, and gold underneath. Though the image should have been horrifying, even the human Leung found her more beautiful with the beginnings of draconic features!
The other woman, naked now, presented her rather ample breasts for her master's inspection. Oberon reached out with his forked tongue, tasting the cum-flesh as he lapped at the supple flesh. Not as interested in women even as his human self, Oberon nonetheless had to enjoy the sight of feminine curves as he lapped at them, causing them to meld into her torso as greenish scales became exposed underneath.
Rene continued to work over Oberon's cock with gusto, allowing each drop of his seed to fuel her own regression. Something was exhilarating about allowing her master to dictate her reversion. And if she was being honest, she had not permitted herself to resume her draconic visage in some time, needing her human form for the daily management of the company. It felt good to give in fully for this final time before giving herself to her master in body as well!
Rene's eagerness seemed to accelerate her transition as a blue and white-tipped horn burst from her melting face with an audible 'POP!". Flattened, with a pointed tip, the growth appeared more like a dagger than the thicker horns of Oberon’s visage. Its forward side became accented by a golden edge as it continued to grow, outstripping the contours of her human skull before it had the chance to grow to draconic dimensions. It seemed to weigh heavy on Rene’s head as her skull swelled from the infusion of cum in its struggle to catch up.
Two bumps in her temples burst forth with bone-like growths that seemed eager to be free. Two blue scaled horns swept up her sloping forehead, as more white and red scales absorbed the cum of her disguise. It seemed as though the bones underneath were swelling to form ridges, their growth fueling by the fluid flesh and the addition of her master’s essence. A trail of thick, blue, and gold scales accented their base as two more blade-like structures tore from behind and swept upward behind the crimson scales that comprised her scalp.
Something moved in the periphery of his vision, and Oberon turned his head slightly to see two massive objects extending around him. A crack resonating through his ears reminded him of the wings bursting through his own flesh. The limbs continued to stretch to encompass the other dragons with a 'CRRRAAAAACCCCKKK' as their silvery tip reached behind Hylda, seeming to wrap around the four of them in a protective blanket.
Yet Oberon was distracted by the now-familiar sensation of dragon cock pressed against the underside of his tail. Oberon raised his tail, letting the scaled penis tip touch his pucker. Eager to relieve the sensation, Oberon thrust his hips backward, allowing his eager pucker to fully envelop the slick cock. He needn't have worried; his new physiology was more than up to the task of making each mating act clean and fluid. Still, it was more rewarding, allowing the anticipation as his anus was penetrated for the first time since he had initially merged with Oberon.
From his position, Oberon could not see the dragon that was taking him from behind. Another one of his followers was being birthed from the human shell, and eager to fill his master's unused hole to Oberon's content! Oberon took a moment to marvel as the massive limbs that stretched around them, as a single finger burst forth and started oozing foul-scented fluid. The cum seemed to congeal far faster as it dripped towards the floor, forming the basis of the beast's new wings. Oberon did take a moment to marvel how massive they would be, especially concerning his own!
It was a Herculean task to focus on the three warm bodies before him. It would be a simple matter to be encompassed by any one of the three sexual acts, but Oberon was a powerful dragon, and master of all three before him. It was within his control to allow any of them to revert! He could focus his attention, control their reversion, and assert his dominance over each as they seemed to deeply desire.
A hiss from Hylda drew his focus, her eagerness to have him lap at her humanity echoing in the tone. It was a need that Oberon was more than happy to satisfy. The cum-formed breasts continued to melt, and Oberon kept lapping over the supple flesh like a fine wine, savoring the unique, musty flavor the cum had to offer. Never before in his memory had he savored the taste of another dragon, and he planned to enjoy it fully before it eventually became part of him.
As he lapped away with his forked tongue with an audible 'SLLUUURRRRRRPPP', he could see the fruits of his labor spreading over her flattening chest. Her scutes were orange, trailing down her chest, as contracted black scales accented her bare arms. Oberon's tongue seemed to absorb her cum into his glottis, drinking it in to fuel his own power. He wanted to work over her slowly, to lap away her scales while his other beasts serviced his ass and groin.
Oberon could feel a forked, thick tongue playing over the ridges of his member, making them flare with the desire to remain tied into a mate. Though a part of his human thoughts worried the spines might damage Rene, the inside of her developing mouth was made of sturdier stuff, and the process had no ill effect. In fact, it only served to accentuate the fully formed dragon’s pleasure! The insides of the developing dragon's maw were proficient in pleasuring the anatomy of one of its own!
Rene’s muzzle continued to lengthen, and her head drew back, better able to take more of Oberon’s penis inside. Glistening fangs erupted from pink gums, and flared nostrils sat upon a white-scaled muzzle, drinking in the scent of her master. Her sloping forehead brought with it dissension of her horn blade, giving it more room to encompass her skull. Oberon couldn’t help but notice that it seemed more mechanical in nature than his own features, making him question its origin. Was there more to draconic anatomy than he was aware?
Yet the orgy surrounding him made it difficult to form coherent thoughts. Oberon growled, the feelings ebbing from his cock washing over his entire form, and forcing the cum to pump vigorously from the second heart just beside his testes. The life-giving seed, though potent in mammals, was the lifeblood of the draconic race, the source of their magic and ability. The intimacy of its exchange could fuel powerful rituals, such as the one they were about to undergo! With four mighty beasts in one place, the energies ebbing from them would have destroyed the tower, had it not been enchanted for such an eventuality.
The sexual energy in the room served as an aura of sorts, an additional sense allowing Oberon deeper connection with his servants. He could feel them spiritually, as much as he could scent their musk, hear their lusty hisses, or see each beast take form. As Oberon allowed their energies to flow over him, parts of his psyche opened up to perceive the world through their senses. If he focused himself, he could separate a part of himself from their actions, and view the group as a whole. In this manner, he was witness to all their changes simultaneously!
Yet it was more than that. Oberon was aware of their thoughts, could hear them inside of him as much as he did Oberon's Or...Leung’s? It was sometimes difficult to tell them apart since the merger. Yet these three new voices echoed differently in his mind, retaining their individuality, unlike the perfect fusion between himself and Oberon. But underneath that was the desire to become...whole. They perceived that their destiny was to belong to their master in body as well as soul. There was no doubt in Leung’s mind that the three truly wished to be one with him and add their power to his own. He relaxed, allowing the orgy to continue as their energy built.
Oberon allowed his secondary sense to drink in the changes of his charges, perhaps for the final time if the ritual was successful. The dragon fucking his tail hole drew his attention, and Oberon took pride in slowing his transition as he was steadily bred. Oberon felt a certain kinship with Eric, being the only other male of the group. He wanted nothing more than to directly partake in the birth of a male form worthy of pleasing his master's prostate.
The wings protruding from Eric's back continued to wrap around them, far beyond the draconic proportions that Oberon assumed comprised Eric's natural form. The extensions of his shoulder blades had begun to solidify, forming a massive, silvery claw at the tip as three fingers stretched from its base. Cum flowed from the single thumbs, leaking in between each digit to congeal into the webbing that would allow him the draconic gift of flight. The silver tipped fingers were completed engulfed in cum, hardening into a rippled red pattern that flowed all the way down the ends. Each clawed fingertip burst forth into a golden spike, accenting the red beautifully. The silvery skin of the final claw swept over the back of each wing as the cum solidified to form his true draconic wings in all their glory.
The second set of wings tore out of the weakened human flesh, though not nearly as majestic as the first pair. Lacking the distinctive silver outlines, they still possessed spike-like fingers and would allow added flight muscles to support the powerful, muscled frame of Eric's dragon form. Oberon could see flight muscles rippling under the skin, forcing large chunks of cum to fall away as they melted and sank into crimson scales that shined in the light of the office.
Yet the ache in his cock as it was sucked off expertly could no longer be ignored. Deciding to focus his attention on the woman working over his cock, Oberon allowed his influx of seed to accelerate her changes ahead of the others. Gratefully, Rene looked up towards her master's eyes, while her own, slitted blue and gold ones brimmed with lust.
The contours of Rene's scalp continued to warp towards the dimensions of a dragon, expanding as her rounded skull flattered and swept into her growing muzzle. The blunt end of the muzzle, in tandem with her forked tongue and squared nostrils, gave her a serpentine visage that Oberon found rather fetching.
Underneath the mushy cum of her cheek burst an extension of flesh, tearing out at a 90-degree angle. It's bright blue, flattened side continued to expand, separating at the tip as the ends formed rounded edges, accented by lines of white, red, and gold. They resembled Oberon's webbed ears, though her actual auditory canals had shrunk, smaller concerning her expanding skull though far more sensitive than the human counterparts. Oberon was fascinated by how artificial the two additional horns appeared to be, jutting out her cranium in perfect symmetry. They were a stark contrast to the more natural, bony growths that covered her skull. Yet, they were still adorned with the same blue, yellow, red, and white scaled coverings that comprised the rest of the flesh of her face.
As Rene was pumped full of Oberon’s jism, the changes accelerated, the cum bubbling from her master's penis pooling in her gullet, and drawn into her cum-veins to accelerate the transformation. The addition of such potent semen sent her second heart into overdrive. Though she was accustomed to the change from her many years of hiding among humans, the form she was being granted was far more majestic than anything she had ever known!
An audible "RRRAAAWWWWRRRRR" resonated through her muzzle as she drank down all that Oberon offered. The flesh on her neck faded away as its rapid growth tore apart the cum-skin with a 'SHHRRRRIIIPPP' before it could ooze back between the scales. The fading cum skin fueled the growth of her neck, forcing her to readjust her stance several times, not wanting to miss a drop of seed from her master. The exposed draconic plates remained white on the underside, while red and gold lines spread down her neck. A dorsal spine burst forth between the cum, causing flecks to fly before touching into her skin once more.
Her breasts melted like wax, their fat a facade made of cum that now served to fuel the expansion of enormous red pecs. Her sloped shoulders grew swollen underneath, the cum fueling the development of armor-like blue shoulder pads, barely covering the bulging blue biceps underneath. The reabsorbed seed was forced outward to form thick, blue-shaded armor, the yellowed accents oozing with cum. The remains of the human mush on her hands were taken by the plates, exposing white-scaled hands that soon erupted with sharp draconic nails.
Oberon found himself wondering about the unnatural additions to her form, artificial structures that were a far cry from his own feral features. Though based on her reptilian scales in nature, the armor-like protrusions were far more mechanical in composition. It seemed, in tandem with the horns adorning her head, that non-organic elements had been incorporated directly into her natural anatomy. Was this a normal evolutionary adaptation? Oberon's knowledge of his people was limited to his physiology, likely due to the lapse in memory.
Rene’s thoughts spoke out to him in response, bringing attention to the power of the link they all shared. It was part of a ‘secret’ project within the company, a use for the research that remained largely off the books. Rene's goal had been to give herself techno-organic upgrades with the latest human technology. She was able to fuse those elements she deemed worthy into her draconic flesh, using the seed within her body to recreate them whenever she wished to transition. Oberon found himself fascinated that such a process could exist, and more so that Rene could convey the techniques to him through their eventual merger. She already had a few ideas for technological enhancements she hoped her master found pleasing!
The thick, red scutes lightened to orange down Rene's chest as the mushy flesh peeled away to expose hard scutes all the way down to her sex. Lines of blue, white, and orange scales ran down towards her altering groin, a vibrant contrast of color. The feminine contours of her vulva melted away, rigid scales encircling the opening as Oberon’s own did.
Rene carried her own pseudo-penis within a wider slit than that of the males, and its turgid length was leaking its own musky fluids. Oberon scented it before he saw it, finding its presence fascinating. Once more, Rene’s words resonated in his mind with images of her female anatomy, ovaries that could be fertilized with eggs when she willed it, for the preservation of the species. She had not copulated for reproductive purposes in many years, not wanting to expand her circle lest the powers that sought to keep them from her master found their numbers easier to detect. And besides, there was no need for biological reproduction once she gave herself over fully to the merger!
Still, Oberon marveled at the masculine essence of his servant as Rene's own shaft grew as turgid as the one he possessed. The cum-pumping heart located where her testes lay maintained primarily masculine sex traits in both genders of the draconic species. The sheer force of cum being emptied into Rene’s body forced her throbbing penis out of her slit as it dripped fluids of its own. In response, her exposed blue armored hips started thrusting forward, her cock desiring to be enveloped as her changes accelerated.
A wet crack resonated through the room as two new arms burst forth out of the twitching scaled back of his benefactor. Oberon could almost feel the relief in his lover as they grew skyward, their developing fingers flexing in anticipation as soon as they were birthed onto her arms. The golden-nailed digits reached outward, their length tripling drastically to reach down towards the ground. From the pores at the base of each finger, a torrent of cum began flowing towards the tips. The hardened cum formed a thin sheen of orange and red webbing that would comprise her wings. They were further supported by a set of three fingers protruding from her elbows, working their way through the cum-webbing to provide extra joints to work the appendages.
Oberon was curious when Rene’s shoulder blades split in two once more, and the second set of bones burst upward. This set lacked the articulation of an elbow or wrist and did not form a second set of fingers. The ends were split in two, a mechanical separation that reminded Oberon of the armor that donned Rene’s flesh. They were not part of her original physiology, yet had been adapted to integrate with it, powered by her cum network. Their edges were adorned with the familiar pattern of scales, though they seemed to be affected with an additional internal power source, one that Oberon clearly associated with artificial weapons of some sort.
A quick scan of her mind revealed how much Rene had modified herself, exploring the limits of technological fusion with draconic physiology. A series of mechanical extensions along her additional limbs could be used to generate thunderbolts, while under the primary articulating cannons, a set of light generated blades could be extended if needed. It truly weaponized her body beyond even the draconic power she already possessed!
Rene’s reversion was almost complete, a form far more appealing to Oberon's psyche. The infusion of cum had fused with her spine, pressing outward into a twitching tail. Several large spines erupted just beyond the base as the thicker, blue armor plates accented the upper side. The underside was more organic, with white dragon scales running all the way to the tip. The tip itself split into two, more of those technorganic scales forming a bladed weapon in its own right.
Rene’s stance shifted as her heels extended, and massive claws burst from three of her digits. Her height had increased drastically, though she just barely matched Oberon's own. Her feet were simple, yet deadly, retaining all the crushing power of draconic talons.
Yet the added size to her frame did little to hinder her careful ministrations over the master's cock. Oberon had an almost infinite reservoir of jism, and each wave he released served only to empower his followers while they worked to properly please him!
Eventually, the dragon let go of his cock, and Oberon growled, the lack of stimulation to his member interrupting the flow of their t. Yet soon, that handsome muzzle was replaced by the warm, slick inviting tunnel, a turgid rod bouncing against his own reminiscent of his rut with Leung. His cock was immediately sucked inside with a wet 'SHHHUUULLLLKKK', Oberon's pleasure accumulated by the sensation of a rigid dick rubbing his own as he started to mate in earnest.
Yet even that bit of pleasure did little to distract his overview of the changes coursing over all three servants. Rene's transition complete, Oberon's focus turned to the male rutting his tight draconic asshole. He wanted to witness every inch of Eric's true form birthed from the mushy human covering, as the male's cock plowed deeper into Oberon's folds. Oberon could feel every inch growing to proper draconic proportions, forcefully expanding his insides and opening him fully. Its girth formed familiar ridges, stimulating the master dragon's tough, inner walls and elicited a hiss as Oberon continued his work of licking humanity from his other servant's body.
The more cum he and Rene exchanged, the faster Oberon's second heart beat, forcing the excess cum through his entire body. Pooling within his rectum, the fluid mixed with Eric's own, forcing his body to swell with the forced return to his draconic glory. Eric roared his bestial cry that made Oberon's body shiver with excitement. It seemed he was truly in possession of worthy servants, after all!
Oberon revealed in the effect of his ass-fucking as the human moniker of Eric was replace with draconic glory. The faster Eric pumped, the more cum-flesh dissolved off his skin to reveal while scutes underneath. The plates extended under former human tone, the liquid jism fading into the spaces between the scales until it formed a perfectly protected underbelly for the beast. Each scute grew thicker, more projected as they rose towards the former human pecs. Lines of reptilian muscle rippled under the scales, forcing the last remnants of sticky, stubborn jism to flake away into the veins just underneath. The scales were bumpy, a rough saurian covering that seemed to extend all the way down Eric's sides and revealing his neck.
The cum-skin covering his shoulders started to crack as powerful muscles were soaked from the venous semen system that ran just beside them. They were forced to swell beyond human confines as they threatened to break the skin before it could stretch to keep up! Even the elasticity of the cum-skin that hid Eric's form was no match for the force of such powerful muscles and was torn apart in large chunks as more magnificent crimson peeled through.
Audible pops resonated in the hall as Eric's forearms and hands succumbed to the growth as the weak shell was ripped apart and reabsorbed to fuel further expansion. His talons birthed bloodlessly from all five fingers as he flexed them a few times, eager for their returned strength. His palms expanded to wield a weapon larger than his own body if he so wished. An image erupted into Oberon's mind, of a mighty lance that had been crafted in ancient times and enhanced with Rene's research. Eric's pride, he referred to it by the moniker 'Ambrosius'. Oberon sent a silent nod of acknowledgment that only made Eric wish to fuck his master harder to show his approval!
At Eric's insistent ministrations, more of his weak human flesh dissolved away to reveal his draconic glory underneath. Some bits of cum failed to fully reabsorb, sinking into the crevasses of Eric's scales and filling the gaps. An addition of Eric's own design, they hardened into multifaceted gems, glinting in the room and accenting the dragon's glorious visage well. He truly was a beast out of Arthurian lore, a knight in his own right. In many respects, he was; a knight's sworn duty was to serve his true master, and he bathed in every bit of magnificence this final change would grant him!
The changes continued down his legs as his hips erupted with power, and the semen system fueled his muscles. Eric's stance was heightened, forcing him to readjust himself in his mate. Yet Oberon's tight pucker had not been properly used in some time and was not willing to let go of its prize! Of course, Eric was cumming and cumming again, with only a brief refractory period in between to allow the production of the next virile load. As a dragon, Eric was not inclined to lose his erection, only to have his ridges relax briefly before rapidly expanding to make his male mate moan once more!
The rapid-fire orgasms did not hinder Eric's regression. In fact, the mixture of semen from Oberon's own system was sufficient to reinfuse Eric's body and ensure the steady march of scales under the mushy cum-skin. The merging of their male essence only made Eric's dragon self more daunting, a force worthy to serve his master and lend his being to the great dragon, that he might truly be an unchallenged force in the world.
The scales spreading down his chest served to cover his groin as well, all traces of the human skin and hair eroding away to make way for his crotch plates. Much of Eric's testicles were enveloped inside already, swelling from being bathed directly by the excessive semen leaking from Oberon's abused hole. Each moment was ecstasy to the newly reunited dragon, and Oberon was eager to take every ounce of cum into his body and return its potency ten-fold into the magnificent male!
Groin bathed in semen, Eric could feel his spine starting to unfuse, the cum in his system pooling at the base to fuel its extension. Eric released a roar through his still-human mouth, even as his jaw was accented with the beginnings of massive fangs. The growth rippled with muscle and bone as red-scaled flesh rushed to cover every inch. The white scutes on his belly crawled down its underside, while the crimson glory worked its way over the back as Eric started to swish his tail back and forth for the first time in ages. Cum along its surface was forced into spines that ran down half its length. Eric's tail began to pool behind him, trashing on the ground like an eager serpent on the hunt. To top off its glory, a lovely golden bladed tip erupted from the end, accenting the similar points of Eric's wings rather well.
The ripples of lust rose up Eric's back, making it tremble as more cum oozed from the base of his wings. In his eagerness, their fervent flapping washed all four rutting dragons with cum like a shower of sorts, but in their lust-fueled haze, a little more cum was not noticed, simply absorbing into their scales.
Eric's wings were vast, easily twice the size of his soon-to-be body. As the cum forming the flaps began to harden, several tears rippled across their width, more akin to battle scars. Eric seemed to prefer their presence, giving his body more character. It was an aesthetic Oberon would keep in mind for their final form, a tribute of sorts to the servants that had aided his rise to power!
The useless cum skin peeled all the way down to Eric's feet, exposing more of the rough, crimson scales adorned with gem-like hardened jism. His hips sank into the flanks of his taller body, the limbs themselves thick as tree trunks as he lifted Oberon in the air, maintaining his cock under his master's tail. Oberon stretched his heels, his girth supported by his lady lovers as Eric's feet expanded, tearing out of their cum-skin as three massive white and golden talons dug into the floor.
At last, Eric's visage was allowed to resume the form so eagerly waiting just underneath it. His thicker neck bulged with scales and veins, as it started to press outward into the beginnings of a muzzle. His nose literally melted into the flesh of his face, forcing his upper jaw into a menacing sort of hook, exposing teeth that were erupting all the way down the expanding mouth that marked his draconic presence.
Gone was the human-shaped skull dome, as his entire head flowed outward at level with his still-stretching muzzle. The same red scales covered his v-shaped scalp, removing all traces of humanity around his already green slitted eyes. His muzzle forced them apart slightly, though they were still forward-facing, like those of the deadly predator he was.
A series of spines burst out of his thickening neck, running down the length as cum flowed from his scales and spread up in between each, much as the webbing that had formed his wings. The spines ran down to just above his shoulders, deeper red than his scales as a more translucent crimson webbing filled their gaps to form a webbed fin of sorts.
Strings of cum started to burst out from the space above his flaring nostrils, as though something was poking from just underneath. With a growl that was more irritation than pain, a thick, golden-white horn burst through in a shower of jism. It continued to tear apart the red-scaled flesh, rising higher than even his wings in the air. The base half the diameter of his nose, it was soon joined by two, much smaller protrusions, poking up from the skin towards his eyes. With another spurt of cum, a series of blades tore out above his shoulders like a crown, each bone white and sharpened into deadly points.
Ripples of growth forced apart the remaining fringes of cum under Eric's chin as several, dark tendrils rippled through with an 'SSSHHHHRRRRIIIIPPP’! Fueled by the dissolving cum, they began wriggling of their own accord, their bases expanding to encompass every inch of Eric's chin until they touched. They formed a crown of sorts as Eric's human ears began to protrude, separating into three distinct lines that were filled in by flowing cum. The waving tendrils stopped just before the fin around the flesh that had once been his ear. The cum-venious formed under his tongue reached out into each, as their points grew hollow and began twitching of their own accord. They were potent seed sharing appendages in their own right!
At last, four massive, bone-white horns erupted in the divots of Eric's skull, pushing his head back from their sheer size with an audible ‘CCRRAAAAAAACCCCKKKK’. They swept back along the length of his scalp, the crunch of bone weighing it down if not for the massive shoulder and neck muscles that kept his skull in place. Their ends glowed golden with the same ornaments that accented his wingtips and tails, an artificial inclusion of his own design.
A pimple erupted from the space of his scalp just above his golden eyes, twitching and writhing as though something was trying to break free. Eric winced a little from the pressure as a fluid filled membrane started to form just under the surface as the skin prepared to recede. With a sickening POP, the organ burst open and a third eye started to twitch back and forth, its pupil dilating within the golden iris. Larger than his primary two, Eric let loose a low growl to signal his pleasure at once more having a third perspective on the world. Eric released a mighty roar that reverberated over the four of them, making them respond in kind.
Hylda, meanwhile, enjoyed having her melting cum drunk fervently by her master. Each lap allowed more of her form to return to draconic glory. Black scales shone through the vacant patches of flesh as her muscle returned to its proper definition. Several lines of bluish light lit the outside of her arms like scars, their glow fueled from the cum channels underneath them.
Hylda’s reversion was slowed by the lack of direct cum-exchange between the two. Judging from Hylda's emotions, however, she seemed to prefer a more gradual regression.
A low growl resonated through her as her chest coverings became exposed to the air. Their plates were thicker and more serpentine than the scales adorning her upper arms. The flesh seemed to writhe like serpents as masculine muscles swelled underneath powerful forearms. Yet it was a far cry from the power that Oberon perceived as her potential.
Oberon could literally feel the cum being sucked from her skin as he continued to drink of her essence. Her fingers were laid bare, black scales accenting them as Hylda moaned her approval. Blunt, white claws burst forth with a spray of jism, literally popping off their human remnants. Each joint grew swollen and fattened, as they recessed into the skin of a widening black-scaled palm. Her pinky finger was removed entirely, with no traces of its former presence.
The more Hylda’s hands changed, the more bestial they became compared to the rest of the gathered dragons. Her front paws settled on Oberon’s shoulders, solidifying her stance. Her own shoulders started to slowly compress, sinking into the flanks of her torso. Oberon was left lapping at her barreling chest and neck as her belly continued to distant into a more animalistic configuration.
Cracks resonated through her torso as her hips swelled and flattened into her belly. Her asshole ballooned as her thickened thighs and stretched calves forced her stance to shift, her expanding weight pressuring Oberon. Yet even being fucked and sucked as he was, Oberon’s strength and focus were sufficient to keep the dragon-woman in place as she continued to change.
Hylda’s heels began to stretch as her stance widened, forcing more pressure onto her flattening lower feet. Like her hands, her toes diminished into fattened stumps, blunt claws digging into the floor as her mass continued to increase.
The same, scar-like blue lines glowed from her lower legs, fueled by the cum and a sign of the magic she had spent centuries perfect. Oberon could sense that it was her gathered energies that might cement the merger. He was thrilled to see the fruits of the effort all three had undergone just to have the chance to serve him in such an intimate manner!
Soon a well-known scent wafted into Oberon’s nose, and he started to drool as Hylda’s slit opened up, and her clit extended in a familiar draconic penis. Its drooling, reddened trip reached towards the ground, the ridges throbbing as it continued to lengthen from the wider female slit. The stench was intoxicating, and Oberon started to growl his need. He desperately wanted to suck that cock, far more eager than he had been to tease the former feminine breasts of his servant.
Sensing her master’s desires, Hylda slowly crawled her expansive bulk up his shoulders, though the task was somewhat difficult with her thick wrists. Still, with the help of Oberon’s bulging muscles, he was able to grip her sides and hold her up as she reared onto her hind legs, her thick, throbbing cock bouncing before him.
Oberon could wait no longer. His forked tongue teased the oozing tip before the flavor forced him further forward. Immediately, he extended his neck, desperate to take in as much as he could. His thick, widening muzzle wrapped around its entire length down to the bulbous base. His jaws started to suck fervently, desperate to drink down her fluids.
The musky, rich flavor forced all of his focus on the turgid rod even as his other lovers pumped their jism into him, and he blew his own in kind. Enough spunk was pumped between the four of them that it spilled onto the ground, allowing the vessel underneath to fill and start to glow. Oberon was growing excited to know that he would soon be infused with the essence of the other three.
Even in his lust-fueled reverie, Oberon slowly became aware of something else in the room, a mass of power enough to be detected over their own combined energy. It seemed to be emanating from the ceiling above. He was currently unable to raise his head, still entranced by that salty flavor invading his maw. Yet the other three dragons could look up, and Oberon was able to see through their eyes as well as they.
The sight from the ceiling was truly one to behold. The very foundation began to shake as the stone dragon started to move with a sharp ‘CRACK’. The petrified beast, one that Oberon had assumed was a statue, twitched and writhed. Its body curved around on itself as its connection to the ceiling tore from the base. A shower of stone fell upon the four of them, but to Oberon’s delight, it seemed to be infused with draconic cum. It was a different flavor than their own, but one that gathered his curiosity.
The creature continued to wriggle free, its body falling from the ceiling slowly, though its flapping stone wings allowed it to remain aloft. It continued to writhe as its arms and legs stretched slowly, as though awakening from a long nap. Its eyes seemed to flutter open, green slits that blinked away the stone covering their lids.
Oberon then heard Rene's voice resonating through his head in explanation. This dragon was a roamer, a creature from an Asianic land with no fellows of its own. Though it had no allegiance to Oberon or his followers, it did take some comfort in the presence of other dragons. It found the rituals and practices of distant kin rather intriguing and had formed a sort of kinship with Rene.
Lacking the ability to transform, unlike the other dragons, and finding itself in a world that was increasingly run by humans, the eastern dragon decided to enter a dormant state, resting in the magic protected space of the upper office. It had not stirred in many years, and Rene was not sure what might wake it. She surmised that it might be curious about the level of energy that swirled around the room, but was unable to form the connection to hear its thoughts as the other four mating beasts currently enjoyed.
As the dragon slowly curled and swam through the air, its stone gray covering flaked away to reveal vibrant, yellowed layers underneath. The interlocking chainmail-like scales shone through, as though the years of slumber had rejuvenated any age the creature might have shown. Its digits twitched experimentally as the gray stone fell away to reveal golden-brownish claws. Its tail flicked, the feathers at the tips a brilliant green as they twitched independently. Its thick reptilian scutes were lighter yellow, distinct from the scales across its body. The ridges along its back were a deep crimson, a beautiful contrast to the gold that covered its form.
Yet it was the head that Oberon found most magnificent, adorned with golden scales and long whiskers flowing elegantly in the air. Its fangs glistened in the light as it opened its mighty jaws, exposing a serpentine tongue and glottis underneath. Its massive horns swept back as its body snaked across the ceiling. With green-slitted eyes and a red crown, its visage was a sight to behold.
Oberon tried to return his focus to their own ritual, but with all four of them distracted by the sight of the beast above them, it was nearly impossible. The creature seemed to hover for an eternity, curious about the display of mating dragons below him. Oberon would have invited the beast to join them if he could. But it was a sacred ritual and not one that any casual observer could partake in. The consequences would be irreversible. Still, he was content to allow an observer, unembarrassed by the intimate actions.
Yet, to his shock, the massive serpent started to descend, its long, flowing body stretching around the room as it seemed to circle in on all four of the other dragons. Oberon thought for a moment that the creature wanted to see them up close, but soon it began to wrap itself tighter around their rutting forms. It came so close that its scales touched Eric’s wings, sending shivers that resounded through all four bonded dragons.
As it did so, a pungent stench entered Oberon’s olfaction, one reminiscent of the cum that each dragon exuded. Yet it was different, far...spicier? Oberon wasn’t sure that was an accurate phrase. He was a little shocked to learn that even a dragon so removed in physiology was still fueled by the same secondary cum-forming heart. Would it be possible that the serpentine dragon could partake in their rite? Was it also possible that he desired it?
The more that the eastern dragon swirled around them, the more the pungent stench grew. Oberon could see, from all his perspectives, that thick, oozing cum started to leak from all over the dragon’s pores. The odor took a few moments to grow accustomed to, but as Oberon was steadily exposed, he found it starting to grow on him. Oberon desired to ask the creature to come closer so that Oberon could drink in its unique flavor. Yet with his mouth currently occupied by a female dragon’s cock, he did not have the opportunity.
More and more of the eastern dragon’s cum leaked onto the floor, pooling around the legs of the four rutting dragons. Oberon could feel the sticky fluid sending a shock through his body. It seemed to react to his presence, almost like a living organism, or perhaps an extension of the eastern dragon’s body.
The pooling jism suddenly reached out from the ground, forming what almost appeared to be thickening tendrils. Their pointed tips drew closer to the dragons, as though eager to caress their rippled, scaled flesh. Several of the tendrils reached towards Eric’s anus, which was as of yet unstimulated. The tendrils seemed to hesitate only a moment before they forcibly stretched open the dragon’s flared flesh and made Eric roar from the contact.
Yet unlike the fluid jism that seemed to comprise them, the tendrils that pierced Eric’s rectum were solid, capable of lifting the dragon in the air. Yet Eric was not harmed by the penetration. In fact, he seemed to welcome it, roaring as the eastern dragon’s jism seemed to merge with his own. The infusion of seed foreign to their bodies burned slightly. Yet soon, it seemed to flow freely, not taking over its host, but rather, merging with it.
Intense excitement rippled through all four dragons, a surge of ecstasy that surpassed even their all-encompassing rut. The tendrils, seeming aroused by the reaction, reached out for the other three dragons, who eagerly welcomed the connection. Each dragon moaned in tandem as the pointed tendrils pierced their flesh, invading each unused hole, inserting themselves into mouths, anuses, and even the crevasses between penetration of penis and maw or rectum.
More cum than seemed possible wept from the eastern dragon’s pores, dripping readily all over the floor to fuel the grasping tendrils as they sought further purchase in their mates. Yet he did not seem to tire or weaken from the exertion. In fact, the more cum he excreted, the more vital his body seemed to become as his scales glowed radiently.
The tendrils themselves seemed to thicken as they inserted themselves further into their hosts, merging with their own networks of cum-veins. Yet none of the dragons were harmed by the invasion. In fact, it served only to heighten their pleasure, beyond what any of the dragons had thought possible.
Lost in his lust-fueled reverie, Oberon was barely aware of a pulsating as what looked like thick orbs were forced up from the tentacles, injected into the points of penetration. The insertion of thick, semi-solid coagulated cum should have been painful as their skin and muscles were forced apart by the intrusion. Yet the properties of the jism allowed their bodies to rapidly repair over the growth. Any agony they felt was soon erased from the intimacy of the intrusion!
Thickened from their base, the cum-tendrils effortlessly forced all four dragons into the air. Oberon found it unnerving to feel himself rise from the floor, yet the support did not seem to hinder their sexual acts. Rather, his position fucking Rene became more comfortable, as though the tendrils were maneuvering them intentionally to accentuate their sex. Similarly, Oberon felt Eric’s cock insert itself even deeper into his anus, the pleasuring against his prostate injecting more spunk from his cock into Rene’s slick folds. Hylda’s cock flared in his muzzle as more cum was shot into his gullet, which was
The injection of such power allowed Hylda’s changes to take hold, her body writhing into its proper shape. The fleshy cum disguise on her back melted away, absorbed by her scales to merge with the foreign semen entering her body. Her shoulders split apart with an audible ‘SSSHHHHRRRRIIIIPPP’ as two five-fingered claws tore through her flesh. The black-scaled limbs stretched towards the sky, looking healthy and vibrant from the infusion of power that flowed through the room. Their new thumbs folded in on the other digits as they literally reached towards the ceiling, nearly touching the worn concrete. Cum oozed from the insides of her fingers, dripping to merge with the cum on the floor as they stretched to form magnificent wings in her own right.
Her torso was thickening all the while, chest bulking up as her neck bulged with muscle. With a ‘SLLLUUURRRPPPP’ her neck started to rise, the bones in her spine extended to allow her head the support it would require. The scutes from her belly continued upward towards her chin, while a series of short, red spines erupted from her neck. Cum oozed from between each ridge to form fins, two adorning the sides, and one facing forward.
Hylda's eyes glowed with a misty blue essence, excited by the prospect of returning to her actual form. Right above them, a second set erupted, the flesh fading into lenses that blinked back and forth as her vision adjusted. The bones under her eyebrows started throbbing as the rounded skull of her cranium began to stretch, flowing into her nasal and parietal sections. Hylda sneezed for a moment as her crescent-shaped nostrils breathed in the pungent, musk-filled air.
The bones under her scalp started to writhe as two protrusions pierced the flesh. Their bone-white surfaces curved slightly as their length pulled back across her head, while their baes sat heavy under the stretched skin. Her ears split apart into three separate sections, their pointed tips extending outwards while the cum oozing from their base filled them into frills like those that adorned her neck. Her newly formed maw opened, as with a hiss, she expressed her pleasure from being sucked off in her draconic form once more.
Hylda’s weight was now fully supported by the tendrils that were pumping through her body. Oberon no longer had to strain to suck her pseudo penis from the position she was being held at. Similarly, Rene had perfect access to his penis rutting in and out of her slit, her own rubbing against his in kind. Another jolt forced more draconic jism through his cock as Eric's prostate provided further stimulation and spurred on Oberon’s efforts.
Lost as they were in their mating reverie, a sudden increase in stature was nearly unnoticed. Oberon rolled his eyes upward to see that the ceiling was much closer than it should have been, even when considering his position in the air. It was as though the seed being injected into him was pumping him full, settling into bones and muscle and veins and converting into the energy required to fuel their inevitable expansion.
Comically, the cum seemed to seep into their bellies, making them swell beyond the confines that their bodies could safely hold. Oberon could feel his stomach expanding, its boundaries being pushed to their limits as more and more of the eastern dragon’s essence was being pumped inside. It continued to pool in his belly, far too much for his system to reroute.
Soon, Oberon’s belly was expanded to the breaking point, his scutes pushed so tautly that the cum-veins underneath started leaking, thick jism flowing out of his ballooning flesh. It was almost painful, yet the sensation of being filled only served to excite Oberon even more. The prospect of strength the infusion of semen would grant him made it worth the present discomfort.
Oberon could feel Eric's rounded belly pressing against his wings, so fat that it nearly forced his cock out of his lover’s anus. Rene’s stomach was nearly touching Oberon’s own, and it was becoming more and more troublesome to maintain his position in her dripping cunt lips. Even Hylda’s cock was growing too engorged in his maw, the cum in her body having no other place to go than to be forced down her master’s gullet.
Yet the tentacles had no intention of limiting their orgy. Eventually, their bodies started to adapt to the infusion of foreign seed and melded it into their forms to fuel their own magic. The pain and pressure began to release as the rest of their bodies slowly swelled. The tentacles did their best to keep them in place, allowing the support they needed so that their rut could continue uninterrupted while their bodies began to adapt.
It was becoming evident that their mass was increasing, incorporating the foreign semen to influence their ability to transform. Oberon, who had started off no taller than 1.8 meters, was now double that and still growing. Each of the other dragons seemed to expand as their stomachs deflated from lack of excess seed. Their secondary veins rerouted the jism to bathe their muscles, their bones, and bodies with the life-inducing semen.
Despite the increase in mass, the tentacles were not strained. Their thick base was easily able to hold all four dragons aloft as they expanded relative to the chamber. Oberon was thankful his servants had seen it fit to provide such a space for their merger!
It was more than a simple growth in size, however. Oberon could feel the power radiating through his form, the sexual energy adding to his magics, and that of the ritual they were performing. He could sense the presence of the vessel underneath them, gathering the combined nature of their rut. It was radiant with the potent essence it had gathered, as though ready for their ritual to commence.
Oberon’s gaze shifted to the dragon who had intruded on their fun, wishing to thank him for the gift but unable to. He could not read the dragon's thoughts as he could his fellows. Yet the infusion of that dragon’s essence in their ritual container did give him some insight into the dragon's intentions.
The noodle dragon had found their practice curious, and upon closer examination, he wished to partake. It had been lonely, all those years, being the only one of his breed. Therefore, his attempt to join their merger was made in the hopes that, even if not successful, would allow him to give something back to one of his kin. Oberon couldn't be certain, but with the foreign cum merged with their own, enhancing their magic, there was every chance they could bring the eastern dragon into the fold!
Oberon's attention was soon drawn by Hylda, who seemed to be resisting the effects of a forced reversion. With the power that had been forced on her body, there was no holding it back as her chest became more expansive. Yet the size of the head did not seem to match her body, even as its growth slowed down. It almost appeared comically out of place on a dragon for her size.
The space on either side of her shoulders writhed from underneath. With a wet ‘RRRIIIIPPPPP’, two pieces of flesh torn from the base of her neck, as her separated spine pushed out from the gaps. Two cum soaked appendages rose into the air, waving back and forth as the muscles developed within. They almost resembled her neck in size as they continued to ooze upward on either side, growing in strength the further they erupted.
The tips of each ballooned out as the flesh thickened all the way to the top, the cum-dripping skin filling in like a zipper. As the flesh knitted together, Oberon could see the orange scutes accented by black scales that ran all the way to the tips. A wet *SSSLLLLUUUUPPPP* was proceeded with the growth of reddened spines. Cum moved to fill in the gaps until a matching set of fins adorned her developing new necks.
But it was the change to the apex of the growth that really drew Oberon's notice. A gaping hole split across each, grinning lewdly as cum dripped fangs burst forth from developing gums. Two pairs of eyes on each extension blinked past her protruding muzzle as two thick horns wetly popped from the back of her head. Muscle and bone and cum swelled from the protuberances until Hylda was left with three perfectly matched heads! It seemed that Hylda's name was appropriate to her form of a hydra!
It was then that Oberon truly understood what was to become of him. Though the notion might have frightened him before, the power he felt as each creature rutted and changed and merged their essence with his own was divine. Even the eastern dragon, still holding them firm with his tendrils, seemed intent on fusing his being with theirs. Everyone was giving him a piece of themselves, and it was Oberon's duty to allow them.
By now, all four of them were well over 4 meters high, not accounting for the length of their wings and tails. The candle in the center of their rut glowed brightly. It housed more than sufficient power needed for the ritual. Oberon had no idea how to proceed, but the three around him did. Oberon needed to do nothing but to allow the incantation to happen. Their orgy had provided the necessary energy!
Oberon could feel a heat rising from Eric as his cock started to force itself even further into his form. The warm sensation of skin touched Oberon's flesh, and the scales began sliding into his own. Their cum veins started to link as more of the brilliant, crimson hide slid effortlessly into Oberon's own. The fusion forced them together as though the surface of their skin was meant to be joined. He could hear a hiss from the dragon above him; the sensations of change and merger made their connection more potent than either could have imagined.
Hylda's body began to ripple, her massive hydra form apparently accumulating excess jism. It began to pour from her black scales in torrents, threatening to leak onto the ground and combine with the eastern dragon's release. Yet soon, it took on the shape of those same tentacles that kept them all aloft. They waved in the air, motile, and fluid as they searched for a target.
Sensing the presence of the other beasts, they bore into the skin of the other three dragons, fueled by the infusion of cum that had increased their respective girth. It was more painful than the eastern dragon's intrusion, Hylda's cum thick with a latex-like consistency. Yet none of the other dragons minded the brief agony, lost in the sensations of fusion as they were. She was helping along with their merger, setting the pace of the final ritual they would each use to serve their master!
Oberon could feel the warmth of Eric's belly touching his back. The flesh pushed inward as Oberon's own body moved to match, their skin literally melding together into one. Even individual cells were swimming through the now shared intracellular spaces, looking to link up with their counterparts to perfect the merger.
Oberon could feel their combined seed coursing into each other as their cum networks linked up. Each secondary heart pumped semen through both bodies in an endless loop. That connection seemed to pull Eric further inside, making Oberon's own body bugle.
Eric's penis was impossibly far inside Oberon's rectum, the flesh forcing its way towards Oberon's own genitals. Oberon could feel every inch of Eric's penis stimulating his prostate as his body seemed to be readjusting to make room for it to move into position. Its flesh was literally stuck to the insides of Oberon’s anus, hollowing it out as it sought its other half in Oberon's own shaft. The dragon's balls shook as they rubbed against Oberon's, the flesh merging seamlessly to fill his testicles with their combined cum.
"RRRAAAWWW YES...MORE!" Oberon roared, the stimulation almost too much.
It seemed the connection worked both ways, allowing each dragon the sensory pleasure of the other. The sensations Eric felt from losing his own cock were exquisite, but he was also starting to receive direct signals from Oberon's own penis as their connection deepened. It was as though Oberon's penis was Eric's now, as attached to him as his own phallus. That same member was still in the throes of fusion with Rene's, well on its way to becoming the primary penis for all three dragons.
"Mine...grrr...MINE!" Oberon roared, eager to take all that was being offered. Both dragons felt immense satisfaction from the words of their master. They were his to take, and nothing could surpass the fulfillment of serving that function at long last.
Their innards started to touch as Eric's body closed in on his master's. Eric was being forced inside as much as Oberon's body sought him out, bringing their secondary hearts closer and closer. They began to vibrate in unison from their proximity and the impending merger.
The moment they touched, the combined reservoir of seed sent several orgasmic ripples through Oberon's body, soaking his cock and Rene's slit so much that cum began to plop onto the ground. Their access seed flowed into the tendrils holding their bodies, effectively being pumped back into their systems and fueling their continued merger.
As Eric’s penis finally reached the apex inside Oberon’s own, the force of its girth ripped away the reddened skin. The tip started to tear all the way to the base, a newer cock head taking shape underneath, far fatter than anything Oberon could have envisioned on his own body. The massive knot at the base of his joined cock tore from inside Oberon’s slit. The bottom surface was sheared apart by new, throbbing ridges underneath as new veins pumped both cum and jism into the engorged organ. The remnants of Oberon’s former cock fell to dissolve into the cum-pool still present on the floor.
"RRRAAAWWW...MY COCK! SO...BIG!" Oberon cried a mix of pain and delight in his voice.
A sensation of another phallus on his own drew his attention to Rene. She had already readjusted her stance to merge into her master from the other side. The warm flesh of each penis aligned as the bottom of Oberon's dick merged with the flesh adorning the top of Rene's own. The tip of Rene’s eager member attempted to stretch to meet the tip of his own. It was more erotic than any of their copulations thus far, and promised to bring him to a state of being akin to his first time anticipating becoming a dragon!
The strength of the merger sent a shock through Oberon's penis as it forced itself further into Rene's own. The sensation of his swelling cock tearing at the skin was once more all-encompassing. His urethra oozed thick, syrupy fluids as more of the bulging red flesh burst through. Oberon’s bulge pushed out relentlessly as his slit once more as his body readjusted to accommodate its new girth.
“RRRAAAAWWW...AAGGGGGHHHHHH!” Oberon roared, a mix of pain and pleasure that was soon joined by both his servants in unison.
Rene, once fully inside her master’s penis, felt a surge of Oberon’s fluid through her former clit, and she panted profusely, lost in the rapture of such alien sensations. All three could perceive her thoughts, and her current focus was surprising to the males present. It was surreal for all of them to see from her perspective how it was like to be male!
Rene's tail was forced beneath Oberon's own as her back dragged towards her master's now-flattened belly. Her mechanical wings flapped as the cum fueling them began to fall away, the limbs contracting as they moved to the sides in preparation. Her arms moved reflexively as the flesh brushed the crimson muscles of her master, their brilliant colors combining to lighten the crimson of Oberon’s scales.
The further her form was pulled into her master's, the more Oberon’s body started to swell. It was even beyond the confines granted by the Eastern dragon, threatening to excel him beyond the size of the room if it kept at this rate! The added mass threatened to make him a beast that surpassed the dimension of all his followers combined!
Rene’s thoughts flowed into Oberon’s own as she continued to fuse with his flesh. She had hoped the Eastern dragon might join them, his own body a potent addition to the ritual. She’d had no idea such a thing were possible, but given the effects of his presence, it had been well worth the gamble!
Meanwhile, Eric’s stomach was entirely enveloped as it merged with the flesh on Oberon’s back. He could feel the warrior dragon’s belly moving as though it belonged inside Oberon. Similarly. Rene’s body was drawn into Oberon’s stomach, both dragons now as much of part of Oberon’s physiology as his own.
Oberon’s heart beat more frantically as he felt Eric’s sliding into his own, its ability to pump blood enhanced from the contact. His lungs drank in more air as the penetration of each dragon on either side fueled their expansion. His stomach gurgled as acids from three beings interacted at once, but the cum that still filled their bellies quelled any discomfort. All of his internal organs followed suit, their cum-venous systems keeping all vital functions intact as the cells in their bodies became one.
Oberon could feel his tail stop twitching as Eric’s tail brushed at the root, and both appendages started mixing from the base like a zipper. Though Eric’s limb was much longer, he could still perceive it merging all the way towards the end. As the tails fused to the tip, Eric’s kept going, pulling the overall length of their new appendage with it. To Oberon’s delight, the golden spear remained intact as his mighty tail thrashed its excitement.
Rene’s tail was brought between his loins, its colored tip proceeding to merge from the bottom. The white scales at the base hid the lines of cum as the entire appendage was thickened from the introduction of a third tail. Its length and flexibility were influenced by Eric’s addition, and Oberon delighted in its exploration. It swept far past the table, almost reached the elevator where they had initially entered.
By now, their torsos were nearly one, the last remnants of Eric’s back and Rene’s white belly sinking into Oberon’s own. Rene’s weaponry, having retreated into her back for the merger, suddenly tore through once more, stretching from the second venous systems as they found their pace in Oberon’s physiology. He marveled at the cold difference between his body and their presence. Yet it was impossible to deny how good they felt.
The cold metal stretched well above each of their heads, almost touching the ceiling as they stared at the tips to channel the surge of current flowing between. Their metal retained all of Rene’s former colors as the tips bulged to better contain the energy they possessed. The bases formed a sort of ball joint that Oberon felt he could use to move the ‘cannons’ in almost any direction, even between his shoulder blades. He wanted to fire them, but dared not from fear of destroying the building!
Accentuated by Rene’s former cannons, the blades that lay at the bases of each weapon flared to life as Oberon learned how to operate the foreign additions. They, too, had extended from the new machinery, able to rotate separately from their main body. He played with their bluish radiance, practicing how to move them about his body, to extend them from the cannons, or have them move on a foe from the sides.
“What power!” Oberon exclaimed, clearly excited that Rene’s additions had been added to his body. Oberon loved the technology she had incorporated, and the touch of her mind gave him so many more notions for future additions!
Suddenly, Oberon felt his stance shift as Rene’s legs moved under him, lining themselves up to the inner sides of each of her master’s legs. She growled as her hips receded, and the outside of each leg was drawn inward into the crimson-scaled flesh. The rest of her hips aligned with an audible snap. Everything down to the calcium of her bones sank into the cells of her master’s. Her spine fully aligned, allowing control of her limbs to be relinquished.
Her legs stiffened as they pushed together with her master’s, the flesh sinking in and adding their strength. As the muscles and skin of their thighs and calves knitted together, the armor from Rene’s legs started to ooze from Oberon’s flesh, melting out of the cum. They became accented with the same red, orange, and blue of Rene’s skin, bleeding into the red scales of Oberoan’s form.
“GGGGRRRRRR…” Moaned Oberon, loving the swelling muscle in his as his legs lifted him upward.
Everything above the heel had fused with Oberon’s own, save her feet, which hovered awkwardly out of Oberon’s calves. Her talons were unable to twitch as the pads alighted on the top of Oberon’s and began to sink down. Oberon could feel his padded dragon soles moving towards the base of his servant’s, the warmth of the merger flowing up his legs.
Each toe lined up in sequence, the three claws almost digging into Oberon’s foot before sinking inside. Rene winced but soon grew accustomed to the sensations of the red talons fusing with her own, the bones turning to latex as the flesh became one. Their new, massive claws ding into the floor as the steel-like nail swelled to twice its size. Oberon moaned a little, the sensation of her rear talon merging with his heel bone and giving him control of a foreign digit for the first time since his original fusion with Leung.
No sooner had Rene's feet become one with her master’s, but their fused limb was forced to lift as Eric's shifted underneath. Oberon groaned as the top of Eric’s foot touched the flesh of his sole, and began to sink inside. Oberon’s toes twitched as they sought the tops of Eric’s own golden tipped talons.
Eric twitched his toes a final time before they sank into Oberon’s. The swelling flesh made it impossible to move until the new claws reshaped enough to allow a modicum of dexterity. Rough patterned scales formed over the surface of Oberon’s feet as more of Eric’s body helped them swell with mass. Finally, as his padded soles pushed all the way to Eric’s former claws, Oberon could feel the floor underneath his feet, now three times their former size. His nails retained Eric’s signature golden tips, much to the delight of both dragons.
Eric could feel his arms touching the back of his master’s, drawn in more readily as several of Hylda’s tendrils pierced the skin. His muscles accented Oberon’s own as his biceps were drawn in to add to the already expansive muscle mass. The short wings on Eric’s arms stayed present at the side, integrating into Oberon’s own physiology.
His 5 fingers lined up perfectly with Oberon’s, and soon, the tips of each touched with familiar warmth. Curious of the process, Oberon lifted both sets of hands, becoming aware of the control that he was now granted over both. Turning them over to watch his palms, he winced a little as Eric’s hand melded with his own. His palm pads twitched and shifted as Eric’s own were added to them, causing his hands to swell.
“Fascinating…” He muttered, watching the flesh knit together until it was impossible to know they were once separate beings. Lost on the pleasure of the change, he hadn’t bothered to view the process first hand until now!
A lovely warmth flowed through the appendages as each finger was drawn together, one after the other. The phalanges of Oberon’s bones stretched to meet Erics as their new combined digits took shape. The keratin of Oberon’s smaller claw melded into Erics as it expanded from the intrusion, its golden tip accentuating each. The round scaled backs on Eric’s hands surfaced atop Oberon’s own, forming hard ridges that accented the new appendages.
Soon, Rene’s arms moved towards the back of his Oberon’s hands as he felt them reflexively stiffen. Her pads touched him as they began to skin in. Her digits were much smaller now, their white flesh easily absorbed into the crimson of her master. The sank inside, the bones and tissues merging seamlessly and adding their mass to his own.
The rest of Rene’s arms lined up for their final fusion into Oberon’s form. The blue-ringed shoulder pads sank into Oberon’s bulging biceps, giving him added protection as her mechanical features merged perfectly into his cum-network. Oberon felt his muscles swelling up under it, making the armor tight before it could grow to match. Similarly, the armor above her wrists snapped into place along Oberon’s forearms, their curved blades expanding three times their former size to accommodate the much larger limbs.
The remnants of Eric’s arm-wings touched Oberon’s own as the massive thumb on the top rubbed Oberon’s smaller, yellowed claw. Oberon’s curved claw melted into the massive, silvered accent of Eric’s, turning yellow but retaining its size. Their long, spindly fingers stiffened to line and fuse all the way to the golden tips, Eric’s silver overtaken by Oberon’s yellow.
Directly after, Rene’s fingers connected with the new mass to add their influence. Even as they swelled slightly once more, it was the second set of limbs that drew Oberon’s attention. Finding their place at the base of Oberon’s cannons, their fingers formed a webbing that fused with the lower part of Oberon’s spine. He shivered, unaccustomed to the added appendages beyond anything his draconic form could support.
Extra sets of tendrils reached out from Hylda’s body, touching the thumbs at the tips of Oberon’s merged wings. They sank in painfully, actively pumping latex as all three dragons winced from the contact. Thick, viscous fluid seeped from the thumb, running between the fingers to the tips of each. Such much was forced through that it was reabsorbed by the Eastern dragon’s fluid, redirected into the tendrils.
The latex cum started to congeal, forming reddish-orange scaled patterns all the way down to the fingertips. In reflex, Oberon flapped the new appendages, feeling all four move as the excess cum was flung across the entire room. His wings swept the expansive hall, accenting his merged majesty well. Even with his massive size, he was certain they would grant him flight as easily as his wings had before.
Hylda’s tendrils continued to sink into all three as what remained of Eric’s and Rene’s torsos finished folding into either side of their master. Their latex infusion of seed accelerated the merger by providing each cell the power needed to merge itself with its matching counterpart. The black tendrils ensured nothing was left of his minion’s upper bodies, as both dragons roared while they still retained separate muzzles.
All that remained of the former dragons were their necks and heads. Eric closed his eyes, wanting to be first. A whispered “For you, master”, escaped his lips as he allowed the rest of his body to fuse. His muzzle opened and touched the back of Oberon’s head, slowly retracting in with a sickening 'SLOOSSSHHH'. The upper part of his muzzle slid into the tip of Oberon’s head while the lower part pushed into his neck.
“RRRAAAAKKKE MMMEEE!” He roared, a final declaration to the world before he lost the ability.
Eric could no longer move his jaws independently. In fact, upon experimentation, his neck, his nose, and even his eyes were no longer within his control. He allowed his thoughts to drift, feeling his form through Oberon as his brain started to shut down. Yet he was aware of the sensations running from Oberon’s body as much as he had been his own. He existed as a ‘dragonality’ to assist in motor and body control of Oberon’s body when its final form was solidified.
As Eric pushed into his scalp, Oberon could feel his muzzle pressing outward with the added mass. His nostrils flared as Eric’s own nose drew towards it, expanding his nasal cavities and allowing him an enhanced ability to detect the odors in the room.
His tongue twitched as a second was forced inside his own. Oberon could feel the edges of his muzzle stretching forward as Eric’s jaw within his skull crept seamlessly forward while his teeth grew longer. Oberon’s head was enlarging to compensate, the flesh twitching as it expanded to make room for the mass of Eric’s cheeks squeezing into his own.
Eric could no longer see as his eyes were inserted into Oberon’s skull. At the same time, Oberon winced, his eyes being squeezed shut as Eric’s own merged with his own. He struggled, having to blink a few times to adapt to the new senses. As he did so, the room around him began to light up, his perception sharper than it had been. Oberon’s vision became more sensitive to movement and layers of difference in color and shape. Eric’s thoughts and memories flowed into Oberon’s, and the master dragon realized that such was the eyesight of a dragon attuned to hunting, a warrior.
As Eric's muzzle relentlessly sought out his master’s own, Oberon could feel the tip of his nose ache as a protrusion started forcing forward. He sneezed as the horn took shape, Eric's own having melted into his nose. It rose upward, drawing Oberon’s gaze before it settled on the sight of the golden horn accenting his glory.
Eric’s former scalp was now inserted into Oberon’s. Oberon gagged for a moment, Eric’s glottis merging with Oberon’s own and forcing more cum to pool into his muzzle. Oberon swallowed a bit, the jism entering his belly before being reabsorbed into their second hearts. His flexible tongue teased the base, savoring the combined musky flavor that was now a part of him forever.
The last bits of Eric’s skull settled into Oberon’s with a 'CRRRUUUNNNCCHHHH', their horns lining up as the bone merged seamlessly into one. Oberon’s smaller adornments sank into the contours of Eric’s, the final product influenced by the former male. The tips of his horns still ended in that golden accent that made the former Eric glorious. At last, the final traces of Eric’s body were gone, though Oberon’s face acquired traces of cum-gems and coarse, red scales.
Rene’s neck, which had rotated to align perfectly with Oberon’s chest, began zipping towards her head. She would soon fully join the two, and she relished the chance.
“Take me, my master,” Rene said as her scalp moved towards Oberon’s wide-open jaw.
Oberon’s much larger jaws were sufficient to engulf his servant’s head as it was pulled inside his own. Her horns presented a little bit of a problem, though they quickly melted away into the cum of her skull with a slick 'SLLUUURRRRPPP'. As they did, Oberon could feel his own massive horns began to curve, their upper side tuning blue all the way to the golden tips.
More of Rene’s skull was drawn into Oberon’s maw, her mechanical appendages disappearing as similar extensions poked out of the sides of his head. Her eyes closed, no longer able to see as her brain started to fade into her master. Her mind added a new ‘dragonality’, one with a curiosity for the world and for study. Her focus was on scientific and technological endeavors, in particular, the weapons she had integrated into their merged body.
The rest of Rene’s head was eagerly pulled forward as her jaw closed, no longer possessing the ability to move. The contours of her blunt muzzle influenced Oberon’s own, down to the white serpentine scales down his cheeks. The base of his horn extended with the introduction of Rene’s own, its upper surface turning blue up to its golden tip.
With that, the merger was completed. Oberon fully contained the bodies of his followers as they intended. In particular, Rene’s thoughts came to the forefront, excited with the final result. It was everything she wanted and more, existing as a merged being and privy to every sensation of the powerful body she had helped to birth.
Now that his two former servants had been enveloped, Oberon was aware that it was time for the final merger to begin. The tendrils warping into Oberon’s body finally released, making the master dragon moan. All three of Hylda’s heads grinned as she turned around, her ample backside on full display. Her tail twitched, teasing the tip of Oberon’s massive penis, eliciting a deep rumble from his powerful form.
“RRRRAAAARRRRWWWW...YESSS...JOIN ME!” Oberon hissed as he felt the tip of Hylda’s tail touching the head of his wide-open piss slit.
The instant it did, he could feel it being sucked inside, threatening to tear his urethra. Something so thick should have been impossible to take inside his member. Yet seemed as though his body was melting Hylda’s enveloped form, her mass dissolving into the black latex she had used to aid the prior mergers. Was that its purpose, to prepare Oberon for this eventuality?
As more of Hylda’s tail forced its way inside, Oberon could feel a corresponding tingling in his own backside. The flesh at the tip started to bubble as more vertebrae were added. His scales darkened, though not all the way to black as were his servants. It served as a sign that her body was being taken up for his own!
“MYYY...TOO MUCH...CAN’T…” Oberon’s voice boomed, the latex forcing its way into his cum veins almost more than he could bear.
Lost in the sensual sensations, Oberon was shocked when something sniffed and licked at his rear. He turned around, not having noticed the eastern dragon had stopped whirling around him as was now curled against one corner of the room. His long tongue had reached out and was teasing the cum stained contours of his rectum. Oberon wanted to protest, but the feelings were rather exquisite.
Distracted by the sensations, Oberon failed to notice the tendrils rising from the floor had receded, their work in assisting the initial merger done. He was not prepared to suddenly plunge themselves into the flesh around Oberon’s anus.
“WHAATT...GGRRR...AAARRRGGHHH!” He roared from the unexpected intrusion to such a sensitive area. Their tips began to pump jism into his rectum, filling it in and allowing his pucker to swell.
Oberon was not expecting the Eastern dragon's head to follow. Oberon felt his pucker being teased seconds before the Eastern dragon’s head forced it open, his whickers teasing the fringes of Oberon’s rectum.
Soon, the massive eastern dragon’s entire head was inserted into Oberon’s intestines as it continued to crawl inside. Oberon was much more massive in his new form, but even the increase in size was not enough to allow such a beast inside.
Yet as the dragon burrowed its way further inside Oberon’s bowels, a warm, sticky sensation seemed to ooze into his own cum network. It was now a familiar sensation, as though the latex tendrils were burrowing into his intestines. The Eastern dragon’s body was dissolving into the latex and being forced directly into Oberon’s body from the other end!
Oberon had no idea how Hylda’s merger process mimicked the eastern dragon's own. It was painful to fuse in such a direct way, but Oberon welcomed the intrusion. The pain was soon dulled by the pleasure of his anatomy being stimulated all at once. His cock and asshole were on fire from the erotic contact!
Hylda’s headquarters were next to follow as her back and shoulders positioned themselves to be absorbed. Oberon’s piss-slit seemed to widen, though, with the latex consistency of Hylda’s body, it did not seem necessary. Her tendril’s pointed tips protruded into Oberon, oozing latex-like flesh and solidifying her place inside her master. Any pain from the absorption was quickly whited away in the ecstasy of feeling the massive female dragon from entering his body.
By now, the sperm that comprised Hylda's wings had dripped onto the ground, leaving the limbs bare as they were pulled towards her master's opening. Her wings folded towards her torso and were pulled in along with her back. The bones and flesh and muscle all melted into the black latex that was taken into Oberon's body to fuel its growth to his final form.
The Eastern dragon was meanwhile working its way into Oberon's rectum, its expansive body working its way in far further than Oberon's anatomy should have allowed. Oberon was startled; surely, the creature's head had dissolved into jism by now and thus would lack the cognitive capabilities to pursue such a merger. But despite Oberon's preconceived notions, the dragon seemed to force its way further inside Oberon's anus.
The Eastern dragon was dissolving, its cum melding with Oberon's own network. Despite the difference in composition, the dragon seemed to absorb seamlessly into Oberon's anatomy. Was it perhaps a product of the infusion of the beast's essence? All Oberon knew was that the sensation of the serpentine body against him was exquisite.
As the Eastern dragon's wings collapsed and it was more than halfway inside, Oberon realized there was something unique about the process. Every inch of Hylda's form reshaped his physiology. It was as though the Eastern dragon was dissolving seamlessly into Oberon's form without adding so much as an increase in girth. What was the purpose of such a process?
Meanwhile, Hylda’s chest, her stomach, and organs all melted into the thick latex that oozed its way inside Oberon’s penis. All of her bodily systems transitioned seamlessly as her cum-system took over her life functions. Her arms stiffened as her shoulders hunched, and her legs retracted into her hips before being sucked inside.
Every inch of Hylda’s form made Oberon bulk up even further. The added latex and jism pressed almost painfully against his flesh, making it bulge out and leak cum. Oberon felt bloated, his body being pumped full from Hylda before his own could accommodate. The shade of his skin darkened, but still maintained his primary red accents. Yet some of Hylda’s bluish patterns glowed from beneath the scales on his legs and arms.
The Eastern dragon was inside up to his legs now, as they folded forward. The process was as seamless as the other three that had become part of Oberon’s being. Yet the Eastern dragon’s influence seemed to have no effect on his physiology, at least none that Oberon was aware of.
By now, all that was left of Hylda was her heads, necks, and groin. His necks started to stiffen, a sign that her autonomy was waning under the change. She hissed, a pleasured sound to signal her rapture in the process. Oberon felt his piss while being stretched impossibly far as all three necks were pulled in unison. The lights went out in her eyes as they closed, the bliss firmly implanted in her expression as all three heads were pulled inside with a wet ‘PLLOOPPP!’
The rest of the Eastern dragon’s form writhed its way inside, his tail twitching and teasing Oberon’s pucker. The pressure against his prostate started the wane as the rest of the dragon’s body dissolved into seed. Oberon felt no noticeable change from the process, but it was difficult to ascertain with the sensation of being invaded from both ends as he was.
The only thing remaining of Hylda was the clit-like penis being pulled into his own, its size just small enough to enter without stretching him. Her member did not dissolve in the fashion of the rest of Hylda’s body but seemed to sit inside Oberon’s cock, swelling to merge with its urethra and vas deferens.
“GGGRRRRR…” Oberon muttered, the feelings more sensual that he could have fathomed. He enjoyed the sight of her body being pumped from his penis and into his groin before melding with his secondary heart.
Yet even after Hylda should have been fully integrated, the pleasurable sensations ebbing from his penis had not abated. In fact, he could sense pressure at his cock tip, as though the insides were being pulled in two directions. The head started to thicken, his urethra widening as it began to ooze black liquid latex.
“W-What...is this?” He moaned, an intense quivering ebbing from his penis as the tension in his cock began to rise.
Oberon reached down to touch himself when the sight of his mutating penis left him stunned. The tip started to split, peeling perfectly down the center as the two halves pulled apart. Oberon felt no pain from the process, only an intense stimulation that shot powerful waves of ecstasy into his prostate. The sensations grew more intense as his penis started to swell, quivering as though preparing to split all the way down the center. Oberon couldn’t believe what was happening!
His shaft was pulled apart as each separate member swelled even larger than the initial penis. It continued to distend, running all the way to the base as the waves of pleasure reached his prostate and made him moan. He hardly noticed that the right shaft was beginning to tremble as well, its head forming a second tear that painlessly split his meat in two. Oberon was to gain a third penis!
Enraptured by the sensation of his penis splitting, Oberon was almost oblivious to the feeling of his skull throbbing. The dull ache soon erupted into a splitting headache, and he was forced to lift his claws from his cock to hold his head. It began to extend on either side, the flesh bubbling as the tissues tore apart, each piece swelling with replacement sinew as a sign of separation. The pressure was almost a reverse of the merger he just experienced!
A resounding rip echoed in the space as a tear ran from both sides of Oberon's cheeks and muzzle. Two separate protrusions popped forth with flesh and cum with fuel their expansions. The muscle and sinew within continued splitting as new meat took form. Oberon felt that the process should have drained him, but the jism he’d absorbed left more than enough power to fuel his alteration.
The two additional forms ripping from his body reminded Oberon of viewing Hylda’s reversion. Yet it was far more bizarre to feel the flesh peeling away from his perspective. Each new protrusion developed lips as a fat tongue plopped out from the insides, and the surfaces prickled with new fangs. Pointed, forked tongues rolled out of his new maws as their muzzles took shape, growing towards proportions to match Oberon’s own magnificence.
Two holes rippled from the ends of each and began to flare. Oberon could feel his new nostrils suck in air for the first time, their passageways merging with his own at the base of his neck. Oberon grimaced for a moment as two sets of eyes popped open from each head, and in shock, Oberon realized that he could see from multiple angles. Though he was now accustomed to seeing from the mind’s eye of his subordinates, never had he done so from his own perspective!
The minds of each new head began to open as their brains gained functionality, though were not separate from Oberon’s own, as he might have expected. Rather, his own conscientious flowed into each, giving him control of their facilities. Oberon had wondered if they contained the minds of the others in his body, but they were as much a part of him as his own head, now his center, he realized.
Their developing craniums started to sport horns. One at the tip of his nose and several down his back and neck matched Oberon's counterparts in the center. Accentuated with the same vibrant colors, his scales gleamed as they took their form and ripped apart the remaining sinew and cum that coated them.
Oberon experimented with his new additions, moving all his necks in tandem rather than separately. It took a little time to master, but with Hylda’s influence, he soon gained as much mastery as though he’d been born with them. It seemed her dragonility was present in his mind to provide knowledge of merger and control of the cum-veinous system that had been enhanced by the fusion.
As the change neared its completion, something else started to rip their way from the cum veins and scales of Oberon’s back, pulling at the flesh as they expanded towards his head. Yet these did not take the same dimensions as his hydra visage. Jaws opened at the end of each, gleaming with yellowed scales as twin, antlered horns burst from the tops. Pairs of wispy whiskers accented the tips of the jaws as their new necks stretched even further than his own heads.
Oberon now understood how the Eastern dragon’s influence had been incorporated into his form. He took a few moments to learn their abilities and was surprised to discover they could fully retract into his back, just above his wings. Two muscle membrane slits could close around them, rendering them hidden. Yet their golden scaled forms could stretch all the way to his groin if they wished, and Oberon had some notion of how he might use them!
The process was finally complete. The aches and twinges that signaled Oberon's change were gone now. He was certain that this was his true body. The endless strength flowing through his form was truly a force to be reckoned. He was very aware that no creature as powerful as he existed in the world, to the best of his senses. His mere existence was a threat to any being he sought fit to dispatch!
The sheer intensity of his form was awe-inspiring. He knew no human weapons could harm him, and the force of his aura could make weak-willed beings to his whims. The world was his to take, the likelihood of creatures powerful enough to stop him from control more minimal at best.
For now, he had more pressing matters to tend to. He had a mission, to be sure, to subjugate the other beasts that existed to threaten his power. Yet, in this space, he was safe. It had been set up to hide his presence from the world, a sanctuary of sorts like his cave. Though even his firmer lair could not contain the lustrous form that he now possessed. In this space, he was free to fully explore the body he’d been granted.
He was more powerfully aroused than at any point in his life. His eagerness was accelerated 5 fold by each of the dragons that had merged their lives with his. They wanted Oberon to explore his body as much as Oberon did, to experience what they had created and felt their master’s own pleasure.
His massive heads reached down in reverence of his triple cock heads. Each was more than double the size of the cock he possessed after merging with Oberon. It was nearly impossible to resist the potent stench wafting from each. The sheer lust their sight elicited forced ripples through his prostate and caused cum to leak from the tips. He only had a single cum-heart to fuel his cocks, but its reservoir was composed of sperm from multiple dragons. He would never run out at this rate!
Each head hovered over his cocks in anticipation before their forked tongues reached out and tasted the tips. The pleasure was all-consuming; Oberon could not have fathomed the feeling of sucking three separate cocks at once! He lapped with fervor, happily drinking in each cock’s offering. Each lick sent tremors through his throbbing shafts, running all the way down the ridges of his cock to their base, and triggering tremors of ecstasy that enveloped his single cum-heart.
Before he realized it, each head had sucked down the length of its chosen shaft, drawn towards the back of his throats. Thankfully, none of his heads had a gag reflex, and he was able to take each cock all the way to the bulbous base with no issue. He could feel every inch of each phallus stroked by his tongues and the pallets of his expansive maws. It was like a dream, Oberon’s consciousness swept away in a sea of bliss beyond even what he could bear. It was a far cry even from even the myriad of sensations he had experienced thus far today!
A shiver ran through his body as something suddenly caressed his weighty testicles. He was alone in the room. What could possibly be touching him? Without realizing it, his pair of serpentine heads stretched all the way underneath him, using their gummy maws to take each testicle in tandem. Their weakened jaws perfectly fit even balls the size as the ones Oberon possessed.
The stimulation was nearly too much for him to take. The swelling in his testicles, fueled by his cum heart, threatened to send him into the most potent release he’d ever felt. Part of his remaining psyche wondered if he should hold back, perhaps savor the moment of his baptism. But with his own needs in tandem with the cries of desire from his other personas, Oberon could not resist the urge as his testicles bunched up, and his cocks throbbed to herald their release.
Oberon resisted the urge to roar as all three of his penises came in tandem, spraying thick wads of jism down his throats and into his gullet. Nothing was left of Oberon’s awareness as the pleasure of his flesh became his entire world. More jism that had even been spilled by the Eastern dragon’s pores was pumped into his gullet, filling his belly and making distend before his body could absorb it.
His entire body rocked and shook with violent orgasms, each more potent than the last. No matter how much cum he produced, his weighty balls and massive secondary heart continued to eject even more jism. It seemed as though he had an infinite reservoir of seed from which he could drink. His massive maws savored the intense flavor and myriad textures it granted. The skillful serpentine limbs massage his testicles, coaxing their cum into Oberon’s mouths.
Oberon stood there for an eternity, drinking down his cum as his thick cocks blew their load into the nuzzling muzzles. Not a drop of the sticky seed was wasted as his seeking tongues continued to lick any stray cum leaking off his shafts.
There was a powerful sense of purpose in his subconscious, one made more potent at the inclusion of the four powerful beings within his psyche. None of the individual minds were gone, not entirely. They had no say in the actions of his body, but they had known that reality when they committed to the ritual. They existed in a sort of limbo, subject to all the pleasure Oberon would feel. Each served a purpose in his new existence, able to help or guide their master and worship his greater glory.
Oberon stood there, reveling in the post-orgasmic bliss of his final release. He felt, at long last, he was done. At least for the time being. Yet his new form carried with it some challenges. He was simply too strong, to ...big.
He couldn’t imagine the sheer amount of cum he’d need to cover his hydra-like form to allow a human disguise. His thick, musky jism coated the floor, but that seemed hardly enough. How many times would he need to nut before drawing out sufficient power to transform? Even with the amount he could shoot from his cocks at once, it might take days!
Just then, the sound of an elevator caught his attention, and his three heads turned to see a human-sized red dragon walk out with a bipedal stride. He was red, thick, plate-like scales accenting his lower arms and legs. A short tail waved behind him, adorned with blunt spines. The fingers comprising his wings matched the size of the ones adorning his hands. A thin, fifth digit stretched down to merge with a digit extending from his elbow to allow his flight.
His head was rather handsome. Two large horns and several smaller ones ran down his neck, with a fetching, reddish mane of hair in between. His fat, uncut cock dangled from a white-scaled chest, the scales running to the underside of his muzzle. His pores wept the same cum that Oberon recognized as one of his own, though this dragon’s breed was much smaller than he’d encountered.
“M-master? Is that you?” The dragon stuttered, taken aback by the sight of the massive beast in the room.
“YESSS,” Oberon said, focusing all his attention on the newcomer. He was very enamored by the smaller, nervous servent.
The creature seemed nervous, though Oberon could hardly blame him. It must have been a disturbing sight to have such an expansive beast in place of his former masters. By sifting through memories of his followers, it seemed evident that the entire company was staffed by magical creatures.
“M-May I do anything for you, master? How m-man I serve you?” The smaller creature stuttered, obviously taking a moment to get used to him as the new head of the company.
At the sight of his, the new appendage below Oberon’s tail twitched, and the memories of the Eastern dragon flooded into his mind. He had been silent this entire time, but Oberon could sense his presence. The noodle dragon, too, had a feature for allowing others of his race to join him in fusion and power. It was a much less complete, yet a far quicker procedure than the merger process he was now accustomed to.
Oberon regarded his new servant, a wicked idea coming into his mind. He needed a smaller form to hide his glory from the rest of the world. Even with all his servants, he lacked the data in his DNA to take on a shape small enough. But this dragon, on the other hand...
"Perhaps there is something you can do for me immediately. Are you willing to serve me in full?" Oberon asked, regarded the lesser dragon with interest. The scents wafting from the dragon seemed to indicate he was aroused by the presence of his master. The simple idea of servitude made this dragon hard!
"Ye...es, my...my master!" The dragon stammered, the lust dripping his voice. His glazed-over eyes and limp stance were all Oberon needed to know that he was ready for what Oberon had in mind!
“Then simply stay still and serve your master in body and soul,” Oberon boomed, moving closer towards the elevator. He wasn't sure how to use the new appendage, but the Eastern dragon did.
With a sudden strike, the appendage unfurled and tore from his backside, stretching towards the dragon, who had no time to react. The pointed tip started to hollow, its end widening rapidly to create a tunnel of sorts, the width of a human body. Oberon could tell that the flesh was highly elastic, the inner walls ribbed to allow a victim to be drawn up inside all the way into Oberon’s loins.
Oberon felt a peculiar change at the hollow tip, the edges growing pointed as a set of eyes popped startlingly open, and a slight serpentine muzzle pushed out. Oberon rotated his necks back to see the golden-scaled serpentine visage of the Eastern dragon opening his maw before taking in his prey.
Too late, the smaller dragon realized what was happening, and impulsively tried to run. But the tight, elastic tips of the appendages encompassed his form, and he was pulled upwards towards Oberon’s secondary heart. The servant struggled for a few moments against the force around his body, wanting desperately to escape whatever trap had been laid out for him. Yet as the cum within leaked into his veins, he started to relax, feeling his out form dissolve away as the seed absorbed his physical being.
Secreted juices within the Eastern dragon’s ‘body’ began merging with the cum and caused the dragon to melt, in a sense. It was akin to taking that dragon’s cum and integrating it into his own. Their natural transformation ability would force the dragon’s physical form into the cum-network, thereby integrating it into Oberon’s physiology. It was a more direct form of fusion, one that did not allow a total mental merger as occurred with his other servants. Yet this new dragon would not die, not really. His consciousness would still be a part of the whole, though less aware.
The melting dragon continued to move through the Eastern dragon’s extension, being pushed towards Oberon’s gullet. The remnants dissolved fully into seed that surged its way into all corners of his master.
“GGRRR YYYEEESSSS! Be mine!” Oberon shouted the sensations of absorption more erotic than he’d expected. It was dwarfed only by the pleasure of sucking his own loins directly. Oberon briefly pondered the practicality of performing this type of absorption on any other servants he deemed worthy.
Yet now, it was time to allow him to enjoy the fruits of his acquisition. The shape of the servant dragon’s body was firmly entrenched into Oberon’s form. He allowed himself to change, the excess latex of Hylda’s contribution oozing from his scales, compacting around him and compressing his draconic features. It forced his claws, his wings, and his tail to tightly contract as it was wrapped in the tight, shifting latex coat. It was almost uncomfortable, like his true form was right under the surface, ready to burst forth at any moment.
His three pensis merged back into one, attaching from the sides as the dragon shivered in pleasure. The human-shaped cock of his servant seemed appealing, and Oberon worked it into his form. He now possessed a fat, uncut tip oozing pre as it stood turgid, bobbing above a pair of white, weighty testicles. Oberon desired to explore them, the power contained inside one small vessel previously spread between three. In doing so, he might trigger a reversion to his true self. He knew that was defeating the purpose, at least for now.
His heads cracked as they shrank into his form, zipping up from the base as the flesh of their necks melded back into the one. Each head touched the sides of the one in the center, merging into the head much as they had ripped apart initially. His extra eyes closed, and his mouths went limp as they slid back inside. Yet this time, they did not add extra girth to Oberon’s form, though he did notice an excess of cum oozing out of his system.
It was disorientating to lose his new worldly perspectives so soon after being granted them, but as his extra eyes and ears shut down, the memories of having a limited view returned and became natural.
The many horns on his head all merged into one, their edges patterned to mimic the Eastern dragon that had allowed Oberon this new ability. All that remained were his ears, long and pointed, more canine than his other features.
As he changed and shrank, the excess cum that his form was covered with the outer latex layer, forced under high pressure within his body. Oberon could feel how compressed it was, and even his best efforts could not prevent some of it leaking out of his skin. It was very uncomfortable having it contained in a form that was one-tenth of his size!
Despite the uncomfortableness of being confined, he allowed himself to enjoy the features granted his body. Much to Oberon’s delight, he maintained a rather luscious lock of silvery hair. It flowed over his sloping forehead all the way down his back near the base of his tail. The fur grew out around his muzzle, thickening into a rather fetching equine-like mane! He reached up to touch it, tracing his nimble, humanoid fingers through its locks. He’d never thought of having hair like this!
His muzzle shrank down, rather blunt in comparison to his former visage, though his large canines jutted out. He had confidence in his smirk, the knowledge that he was more powerful than a dragon his size should be. The rest of his body slimmed down, similar to his size as Oberon. Though part of him wished to return to that form, it was lost in the perfect merger of their ritual. It was why this new servant had been necessary to achieve this more stable form.
His claws were black now, sticking out of dexterous, 5-fingered hands that twitched with human flexibility. His muscled chest and abs melded over his form, leaving him with the physic beyond any human bodybuilder. His wings thinned, their cum congealing to a thin layer, the extra arms able to cover him like a cloak. His long tail flicked behind him, waving back and forth with feather hairs that left him with a more Asian look. Many of his features seemed to mimic his Eastern dragon benefactor, but that suited Oberon just fine.
As he fell into his new shape, the voice of the other dragon echoed in his head. The dragon did not resent his master for being used in such a manner. Rather, he relished the chance to serve and felt it fitting that his master would settle on a form so much like his own as his visage!
Oberon’s new form regarded himself in the mirror, loving how handsome he appeared in this new body. It was a perfect disguise; he hardly exuded a semblance of the power he contained. It would fool any creature that came in contact with him. Any enemies would instantly underestimate him, allowing him to have the upper hand against any potential foe. But with the way he felt, it was unlikely that any creature could stand up to him now!
Though a little reluctantly, he allowed his form to shrink into the weakened human body he needed to interact with the world. He wished more time to revel in his new shape, but now was not the time for such things. It was a far much easier endeavor now that his form was smaller. The cum covering him continued to compress his body, forcing his draconic feature into the former Leung’s body, one he now seemed to view as a shell.
It was extremely confining having some much of his body wrapped up in the liquid latex. His wings, his tail, and his claws were pushed inside, as though prepared to be mailed. Oberon realized with a thought, the latex would break apart to resume a more natural form. Even his new draconic disguise did little to bring comfort, his true visage the natural extension of his power. He knew with certainty that it would be little effort to revert once in the safety of this chamber.
As he drew him out a layer of jism from his scales to remake his visage, Oberon realized that he was willingly reverting to the form of Leung. With all the personalities part of his mind, why was he automatically converting to the shape he knew best? How much control did he have over this new ability? Oberon smiled, his thoughts playing over the possibilities.
He realized he was naked and found himself wondering if there was clothing in the former CEO’s office. Oberon imagined his human self, wearing a lavish business suit he’d gleaned the design from his internal servants. As though responding to his thoughts, part of the cum-flesh started to darken to a black shade, the consistency of a human business suit. His new body had many abilities indeed!
All at once, the cum covering him solidified into the familiar features of the human Leung. The cum coating was part of his body, able to respond to his will and reabsorb into his body whenever he revered into one of his draconic forms. He was thankful for its property of compression; Oberon was sure it would be a simple task to revert to his new draconic visage or even his Hydra self with little effort. The true him was compressed in the suit of fake skin, ready to spring forth at his prompting.
The once more powerful Oberon walked out into the lobby, the attendants regarding him and nodding. It seemed as though his influence was felt by everyone in the company. They, too, were magical creatures, all in human disguises, and using the company to hide, serving the three dragons whose purpose was ultimately to serve Oberon.
None of the other creatures questioned his presence as he strutted confidently towards the building. It was as though he was in charge of the organization all along. In fact, he had been, in a sense. He had all the memories of his benefactors, as well as their experiences. He had all the resources his servants had gathered at his disposal, a mass of wealth and magical artifacts to use as he saw fit.
As Oberon walked out into the evening light, a bizarre sensation washed over him. It was as though he could reach out his aura into the city, feeling a ping at the location of every creature that exuded magical energy. He had not been aware of it before and was surprised to note that there were, in fact, a wide variety of magical beasts even in the city. His range extended far beyond that, sensing creatures in distant lands as well.
Oberon smiled. He had assessed so much power, there would be no one to rival his dominance. There were more out there who might submit themselves to him, to serve such a dominant beast. And, perhaps even more desirable, some might wish to join his ritual, to merge themselves with him and add to his glory. Candle in hand, Oberon walked out into the new world, a confidence that he was truly its master, and had the power to reshape it as he saw fit.