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", "writing": "[b][u][center]Minerva’s Lessons\nChapter 3: The Lesson of Lust\nFor BigChris369\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\nDespite last night’s pleasure, Jak wasn’t sure that his decision was the right one. There were plenty of uses for a young girl – of which sex, of course, was one – but there were liabilities, too. He was having to look after more than just himself now, and that meant that it would be harder to keep himself in one piece. \nBut…\n[i]She might be useful to [b]her[/b],[/i] he reminded himself. [i]That one…Yes…she might be useful.[/i]\nThe blue-scaled lizard shook his head, putting the thought from his mind for the moment. They had other concerns besides whether his new companion would be useful or not. And for the moment, she was at least pulling her weight. \nMinerva had managed to identify most of the magical items that Sandal had in his wagon, and the ones that weren’t dangerous or valuable were tossed to the wayside. It saved them from carrying at least forty pounds worth of junk to the nearest village, and that in and of itself was worth being thankful for. \nThe fact that the gryphon girl carried a good bit of it – mostly the rings and the other bits that were light, but valuable – without complaint helped, too. She was aware of her place, and that made her a decent traveling companion. Better than some that he’d had to deal with, at least, and more understanding of what was required of her. \nThey were about a mile out from the village when she finally opened her mouth. It had been so long since he’d heard her speak that he had almost forgotten that she knew how. \n“Why doesn’t magic work on you?”\nHe didn’t even pause. He just looked down at her, raising an eye-ridge. The look would have quieted most people. \nNot her. \n“No, tell me. It’s supposed to work on everyone. But even Master Sandal’s most powerful spells weren’t hurting you as much as they were supposed to. The lightning…”\nThat was more inaccurate than she probably knew. The actual damage, he supposed, wasn’t so severe as it should have been, but the pain? That was definitely coming through as hard as it was supposed to. Getting up after that blast had been an effort of will that he hadn’t had to exert for a while. \nAnd when she had cast the fire at him, he’d been able to avoid the scorching pain by luck more than anything else. Not that she needed to know that. \nHe shrugged. \n“I’m lucky.”\n“No. You’re something else.”\n“Do you talk like this to everyone?”\n“Everyone that’s hiding something.”\n“Hmmph.”\nHe kept walking, but knew that she was staring at him, even when he was keeping his eyes on the road rather than her. She was curious, now, and more than that, suspicious. \nTo be fair, she had every right to be. There were numerous ways to become immune – or at least resistant – to magic, and most of them were pretty horrible to those involved. Deals with the devil, rituals of hate and pain, magic of his own – which, admittedly, he had a form of – or something else that meant that he had hurt others to get his ability. \nNone of those were the case, but she didn’t know that. \nHe sighed, shaking his head. \n“You want to know how I got that ability?”\n“I asked, didn’t I?”\n“Alright. It’s a long story, though.”\n“We’re walking. And I can listen.”\n“Fine. It started when I was a kid…”\n#\nThe blue-scaled lizard could barely crawl, but if he didn’t do that, he’d soon be dead. \nJak groaned as he dragged himself through the muck of the swamp, feeling some of the goo running over his scales, some of it seeping into his wounds. They’d be infected, if he was unlucky. He didn’t have the time to do anything but rely on luck. \nHe glanced behind him, seeing exactly what he expected to see. Shadows and dark shapes of the bandits that had burned his village. The dead – his family, the warriors, everyone – were piled up outside their huts, thrown into a heap outside the village and set afire. The burning stench of hot scales and cracking bone filled the air. The slightest smell set his stomach rolling, and he threw up. Not for the first time, either. \n[i]Have to get away…[/i]\nHis claws raked furrows through the swamp, dragging himself further and further from the scene of devastation. He could feel the goop of the mud around him trying to swallow him up, but he was a strong kid. Even with the wound in his belly…and the one over his back…and across his face…\nBlinking through blood, he dragged himself forward another few feet, then a few more, and a few more. Eventually, the reeds of the swamp swallowed him up, hiding him. \nJak found an island, and he pulled himself onto it before finally rolling on his back. His fingers clenched in pain, his breath was shallow and hot. Everything hurt…\nBut he was alive. \nThe young boy rested his hands on his chest, clenching his teeth at the pain that even that slight contact gave him. He knew that he was lucky to be alive. Anyone else – anyone else – would be dead with their guts half-hanging out and their face split with an axe. He should be dead. \nBut he wasn’t. And he would stay that way, for as long as he needed to. \n[i]Sleep…sleep…[/i]\nHis eyes closed, and even as he drifted off towards sleep, his wounds started knitting together, gradually closing up. His healing ability – the strongest that had been seen for over a generation in his people – set to work preserving him. \n#\nA year passed, and he lived off the land and the stupidity of others. Jak was no longer sure how old he was, but he was pretty sure that it was less than ten. Less than the double digits that people talked about when he overheard them in the long grasses, when the other kids played outside the villages. He heard them talking about birthdays and presents, times of plenty. \nHe hated them for it, but he didn’t hurt them. Not more than stealing their lunches and their food, at least. \nIt was never enough. The blue-scaled boy was constantly starving, his belly empty and shriveled, pulled tight from a lack of sustenance. His scaly heritage gave him the strength to keep moving, made sure that he was always a threat to those his own age that were furred or fleshed, but he knew that it would only be a matter of time before starvation completely claimed him. \nHe wandered, going from village to village in hopes of finding something better, but there was never something for someone as weak or starving or young as him. Nobody wanted to hire a tribal from out in the sticks. Everyone wanted to see him go. \nSo he didn’t let people see him. He learned to stay in the dark, in the shadows. He’d steal where he could, fight when he had to, run when everything else failed. \nAnd on the fateful day where everything changed, he was running very fast indeed. \n#\nJak ran through the alleys, the screams of a trio of guards chasing him between the buildings. The lizard ducked and dodged between the different houses, throwing himself into an insane zig-zag that would be hard for the wolves to predict, doubling back on himself to make his scent trail that much harder to find. \nThey were not used to chasing someone that lived in the swamps, that knew how to run from predators, but he knew that they would find him eventually if he was stupid. If he just ran in a straight line. If he tired himself out. \nAnd the latter was getting increasingly likely. The bread and meat and cheese – a basket of food that had been sitting on a windowsill – was his lifeline. He’d hoped to leave the guards behind already, abandon them in the warren that was the center of town and the cluster of buildings there, but they were too quick. They were still hot on his tail, and he hadn’t had the chance to eat. \nIf he didn’t lose them soon, he would collapse from raw hunger. \n[i]How did that…that woman…summon them so fast?[/i]\nHe had no idea, but it didn’t matter. If he didn’t get away, it wouldn’t matter who the old woman was, and how the guards obeyed her so quickly. She’d have his head for stealing from her, or at least his hands, and then he would be dead. No matter how good his healing ability was, he didn’t think it would give him body parts back that were chopped off. \nGrunting, Jak yanked himself up onto a crate, throwing himself a little higher to grab the edge of a rooftop. It held, and he yanked himself upwards, out of the alley. \nA second later, the guards came running around the corner, chasing where he had been going. He waited, letting them run around another corner in pursuit of the old scent trail, and when they were completely out of sight, he rolled onto his back and let out a huff of relief. \n“That…was…too…close.”\nShaking his head, Jak reached for the basket, intent on having at least a bit of the meat inside, but his fingers found nothing. The blue-scaled boy blinked, turning his head to the side – \n“Naughty, naughty.”\nIt wasn’t one of the guards, but rather the matronly lady that he had stolen the food from. The feline sat with her legs dangling over the edge of the building, her black skirt pulled up to her knees and her tail twitching behind her. Breasts that had a slight sag to them bounced as she wiggled from side to side, almost like she was getting comfortable. \n“Running off with a lady’s food. It truly isn’t a good look for a young man. Are you trying to get yourself killed?” she asked. \n“How did you get up here?” he panted. \n“That’s not really something you need to know the answer to, is it?”\nShe smiled as she pulled out one of the loaves of bread in the basket. Jak stared at it, knowing that food would have kept him alive for another couple of weeks. Maybe as long as a month with everything that was in there. \n[i]But she’s got it now, and I’m too tired…too weak…[/i]\nEven if he had the strength to grab it from her, he doubted that he would be able to get more than a few rooftops away before she managed to chase him down again. If she was able to climb up here without him seeing her, then she was more than the old lady that she looked like. \nAs the feline looked back at him, though, her smile faded. She stared at him, peering at him through narrowed eyes. He felt like she was staring right into his head, or, well, at other things as she looked up and down his body. \n“Hmmm…now that…that is interesting.”\n“What?”\n“Tell you what, young one. I won’t report you to the guards…if you do a favor for me.”\n“You called the guards on me in the first place!”\n“And I’ll call them off just the same, so long as you do what I say.”\n“…”\nMuch as Jak didn’t like the idea of someone having power or authority over him, he knew that it was the best deal that he was going to get. Someone calling the guards off didn’t happen every day, and if the woman wanted labor, or something like that, he was pretty sure that he could give her what she needed. \nAnd if it happened to be more thievery, then he could do that, too. As long as she fed him first. \n“Fine.”\n“Alright. Come with me.”\nAnd then, he realized how she could get up to the top of the building with him. She waved her hand, and they disappeared. \nShe was a witch. \n#\n“A witch?” Minerva asked. “How did you meet a witch?”\n“By complete accident,” Jak admitted. \nHe shook his head. \n“She was more than a witch, though. I didn’t know it yet, but she was a hell of a lot more than a witch.”\n“Is she still alive?”\n“Probably.”\n“Where is she?” \nThe gryphon’s excitement wasn’t surprising. He knew that she still wanted to learn magic, to increase her knowledge of the magical and mystical arts. She probably saw it as the best way to hurt people, to have control of the world again. She was probably right. \n“If she hasn’t moved on, she’s still in the village we’re headed to.”\n“Can you introduce me?”\n“Well, that depends. Do you think that you’d want to study under –”\n#\n“You’re a succubus?!”\nJak had been expecting something more from the woman when they arrived at her hut, and she hadn’t disappointed. As soon as she’d released the spell that had taken them from the rooftop to her house, she had started to change, and the change was as rapid as it was powerful. \nGone were the soft wrinkles in her face. Gone was the sagginess of her breasts. Gone were the soft creaks and cracks of her bones as she moved. \nThey were replaced with signs of sensuality and youth, signs that he had never imagined he would see so close up. Even for him, young as he was, it was stirring. As she stripped off her black dress, showing off a brown coat of fur that was plump and curvy in all the right places, he stared at her. His eyes went from her newly bared breasts, big enough to cup but not that much larger, to her hips, wide and easy to grip. \nHis loincloth was suddenly tented slightly, his smaller cocks starting to rise. \nThe witch woman chuckled. \n“Ah, so you know your spirits. I should have guessed…”\n“Who are you, really?” \n“As you guessed, a succubus, but not one of the deadly ones.”\nHe didn’t know if he could believe that. Succubi were demons, after all, and demons were known liars throughout the world. The lizard looked behind him, considering running out the door. \nThe idea died quickly. If he did, she would just call the guards again, and this time, he doubted that she would let him get away so easily. They must have been entranced by her, marked by her power, otherwise they wouldn’t obey her so quickly, drop everything that they were doing to chase after a food thief. \nHe looked back at her. He imagined that someone older than him would have been blushing, staring at the woman with more lust and need than common sense, considering she had taken a seat on a chair and spread her legs. She faced him, leaning on the back of the chair, her arms crossed over the top of it and her legs spread wide enough for her sex to be visible. \nThe only thing that was saving him, he imagined, was his own youth. No innocence there, not knowing what people did with each other in the bedrooms and back alleys, but youth. Youth and a lack of other needs that other people had in spades. \nJak shook his head. \n“What do you want?”\n“I want a little…donation. A little something from you.”\n“I’m young. I don’t think I can do that.”\n“Oh, youth is no problem. If anything, youth is what I need.”\nThe feline succubus tittered, covering her mouth with one hand before continuing. \n“You see, young people keep me young. A little donation from them from time to time keeps me looking good. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last for more than a few years. But you…”\nShe smiled as she looked him up and down, and he could feel a tingle running through him, a little invisible hand running up his leg and between them, cupping his tight little balls. \n“You could give me much more than the rest of them. Enough to keep me young for years and years. And I…I could give you food, and a little bit of power. What do you say?”\n“…Power?”\n“There is [i]a[/i] power inside of you. Something different from healing. There’s something that can be summoned, pulled out of you, made into a weapon for you to keep yourself safe. All I ask is a bit of company, and that little donation, and I will brew for you a potion to make you more powerful than any warrior on this earth.\n“Do we have a bargain, little boy?”\nJak didn’t have to think twice about it. \nMoments later, they were in the succubus’s bedroom, the older woman pulling the sheets down on her bed. She gestured for him to strip out of his loincloth, and he did, throwing it off to the side. The feline looked down, smirking. \n“Oh, so you have two, hmmm? That will make things much more fun for the both of us.”\n“I’ve never done this,” Jak said, sitting down on the foot of the bed. “Will it be easy?”\n“Probably the easiest thing that you’ve ever done.”\nShe patted his head, then turned around, bending over a chest. He knew that she was trying to rile him up, and despite his youth, it was…working. To an extent, it was working. \nHe looked at her exposed holes, stared at the puffing-up pussy, the twitching little pucker that was trying to squeeze down on nothing. He had never had such an up-close view of anything before, never seen people show off to him this way. Then again, he had never had the money to afford what a woman might offer someone else. \nHis cocks stirred, but only slightly. Jak could feel the tingles running through them, the little bit of funny feelings that he had grown to associate with nudity. The lizard knew what was expected of him, knew what the actions were, but he didn’t know why people wanted to do it. It had never been explained to him. \nBut for the first time, he…wanted to do it. \nFinally, the succubus stood up again, turning around with several glass bottles in hand. She hummed to herself as she looked through them, finally picking out one with purple liquid on the inside. \n“This one will suffice for the start.”\n“What will it do?”\n“Well, I need to enjoy this too, don’t I?” She chuckled. “You might have two cocks, but let’s make them nice and big.”\nHe took the vial from her, looking it over. She held up a second one, this one filled with something white. \n“And this will make sure that we get plenty of…product.”\n“Do I have to?”\n“Do you want the power I promised?”\n“…Yes.”\n“Then yes.”\nShaking his head, the lizard uncorked the both of them at once. They didn’t smell of anything in particular, which he supposed was probably a good thing. He had passed by many an alchemist whose property was utterly soaked in bad smells. Shaking his head again, he lifted the bottles and chugged them down. \nIt was salty and sweet at the same time, and they went down his throat quickly. The taste clung to the inside of his mouth, tasting almost like salt-covered strawberries. Not the most pleasant of flavors, but not the worst thing that he had eaten, either. \nHe swallowed a couple of times, forcing it out of his mouth as best he could, and in the time it took to clear his mouth, the succubus had already knelt between his legs. Her hands wrapped around his twin dicks, giving them a few short pumps, smiling at them. \n“Now, grow my pretties, grow.”\nJak groaned, then gasped, his eyes going wide as a sudden pressure filled his cocks. His eyes continued to widen as he looked down, seeing the vaguely purple shafts start to expand, fattening with ease, growing up and out from his crotch in a way that they had never done before. His hips twitched, thrusting them forward, his breath coming faster and faster as the two cocks grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger. \nHe groaned, his fingers tightening into fists, squeezing at the bedsheets as his dicks pushed forward, growing longer, thicker, heavier. His balls felt like they were swelling too, forcing his thighs further apart, his body aching with a need that he had never felt before. His body burned, his scales shimmered as he started to sweat, and he could…he could smell himself, his need. \nAs his cocks throbbed and fattened, they slowly grew out, becoming longer, heavier, bending under their own weight rather than pointing straight up. He huffed and puffed as he felt the power in them, felt the need that he had always seen but never experienced. \nA need for a hole. A need for something soft and wet to bury them in. \nThe succubus chuckled to herself, rubbing her face against the two cocks, between them, against them. Nuzzling them like a cat marking her property. She licked along the side of one, then the other, pulling herself closer and closer to the tips. \n“Mmm, this is what a real man has, you know. A big man has big cocks. Do you understand me?”\n“A big man…has big cocks…”\n“Thankfully, you’re not a man, but you have the cocks of one. I’m sure that any lady seeing these will want to bend over very, very quickly.” She chuckled. “I wonder if you’ll turn other women into pedophiles before you grow up…”\nThe thought was almost intriguing, but he couldn’t linger on it. The need that she was giving him, the lust that she had awakened, was making it too hard to think of anything else but fucking. \nAnd thankfully, the succubus was there for just that. \nShe grabbed one of his cocks tight, giving it a hard pump before she lowered her head over it. Her lips parted over the thick tip, and then shoved down towards the base. He groaned, his fists tightening on the sheets again, his breath coming hard and fast as he felt her bobbing up and down along his cock. Each thrust of her face down to the base of his cock nudged the other one, rubbing it, teasing it with her fur. \nUp and down, up and down, each time taking him to the base, each time feeling like she was drawing his cocks out that little bit more. They were already a foot long, but they were growing, still, getting stiffer, thicker, longer. \n[i]How big are they going to get?[/i] he thought, panting. [i]If they get much bigger…I’m not gonna be able to walk…or run…or anything…[/i]\nAnd there was something churning, changing, growing inside of him. He didn’t know what it was, but it made his scales itch from head to toe, made him growl, made him groan, made him snarl for more. \nThe succubus witch finally pulled her head back from his cocks, chuckling at him. They were a good fourteen inches long, throbbing and bouncing. \n“I think you’re almost ready…This is going to be a wild ride, boy. And you’re going to remember this for the rest of your life.”\nThe feline stood up, turning around. As she spread her pussy lips, as she gripped her ass cheeks and parted them to show off her twin holes to him, he felt something. Something strong, something powerful, something alien to anything that he had felt before. \nAnd he grabbed hold of it. She had promised him power, and he was going to take it. \nA roar of heat rushed through his body. As the succubus applied a spell to her holes, as she prepared herself, he threw his head back and roared. \n“What?!”\nShe looked down between her legs at him, her face a picture of astonishment, but he couldn’t care about that. What he felt, what he needed, was her. \nAs he roared again, his body cracked, his spine extending, his shoulders thickening and broadening. His legs and arms felt like they were suddenly stuffed with muscle, over-stuffed before they expanded, growing longer. \nHe surged in size, growing from child to teen, and he sat up. No, stood up. \nWith a roar, he grabbed the succubus and threw her on the bed, his mind on fire with need, with strength, with a masculinity and power that he had no idea how to control. All he knew was that it was filling him, and he was being pulled along for the ride. \nJak roared again as he leaped on top of the other woman, his cocks resting at her holes. They were both wet, both eager for him, so he had no problem with just slamming in. \nAs the succubus screamed under him, he continued to grow, his shafts getting longer, thicker, heavier. They were broad, nearly as wide as his fists as the power surged through him, and her asshole and her pussy were pushed to their limits to take him. He could see the way that her pucker went pale from being stretched, how her pussy lips sucked around his cock that she was desperately trying to keep him inside, to hold him close. \nShe didn’t have to try so hard. There was no way that he was pulling out. \nHe grabbed her harder, pulling her back by her hips, feeling her softness against his hardness. She was moaning, groaning, squirming beneath him, and that was perfect. Completely perfect for him. \nIn and out, in and out he slammed, her holes squeezing him every time that he bottomed out, and then going slack as he pulled out. They moved with him, her asshole and her pussy distending, sucking along his cock, too well-stuffed to do anything but follow along. \nThe woman was moaning, screaming under him. She’d cum at least once from this, her body wracked with a pleasure that he couldn’t imagine, couldn’t conceive of. He barely noticed, only thinking of one thing. \n[i]Mine.[/i]\nIt was a deep, rumbling thing. A possessive instinct, something that rumbled and groaned and even roared with an age as old as the mountains. Something that had seen the rise and fall of endless things, had held more than anyone could imagine, whose power stretched down through the ages and had finally fallen on him. \n[i]Mine. Anything…everything…mine![/i]\nHe growled the word as he leaned forward. Despite all the muscle, despite all the growth, he was still barely bigger than a child, still a young teen as he slammed in and out, in and out, pressing his body tight to the succubus beneath him. She was so wet, so easy to use, and he could feel his need rushing up. His balls were drawing up, the wrecking ball orbs pulled in tight to his crotch. \nHe was going to cum…and he was going to mark her. \nIn and out, in and out, in and out, each time feeling her clasping him that much tighter, that much harder, until – \n“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!”\nThe roar that escaped his lips was feral in power, and louder than what he meant to do. He thrust in once more, both his cocks throbbing as he came. They spurted, shot, squirted thick ropes of cum inside of her – \nSplut, splut, splut. \nHe heard it coming out somewhere else. Jak turned, staring at a giant vat that sat on the far side of the room. A portal, no, two portals were open at the top, and he could just barely see his cockheads at the other sides of them. They were shooting his seed into the vat, filling it up with cups, pints, gallons of the stuff. \nFinally, it stopped, and he slumped back, his eyes rolling back in his head for a moment before he caught himself. He was…he was tired, but…\nBut there was something else. He had to know what was going on. \nStill panting, Jak managed to pull himself back to a seated position. His cocks throbbed, his need was still high, but it was no longer spiking the way that it had been. He wasn’t out of control anymore, though he still felt…strange. \nHe looked down at himself. There were more muscles standing out under his scales than he had ever had, some rivaling the size that the other warriors of his tribe had had, and he hadn’t even worked for them. The starvation look in his gut had faded, though he was still skinnier than he was supposed to be. \nThe witch had wiggled forward, and the succubus was wiping drool off her chin as she turned to look at him. \n“Well…I expected a surge…I didn’t expect quite that much.”\n“What…what did you do to me? What is this…power?”\n“This, boy. This is the dragon’s blood.”\n“…Dragon…”\nJak slowly shook his head, looking down at his hands. There had been rumors that there was a dragon in the tribal line, that one of the great beasts had shifted shape and given its power to his people in the past. He had always thought of it as a legend; after all, why would a dragon do anything like lower itself to have a more mortal lover?\nThe succubus wiped one hand across her spread holes, collecting some of the seed that had been left behind. \n“It’s more potent than I expected, however. I thought that, at most, you would take on a more fierce aspect, but there’s something else going on.”\n“What are you talking about?”\n“You’re not just stronger, boy. You have another gift.”\n“What?”\n“Haven’t you noticed?”\nIt took him a moment to figure out what she meant. He glanced at her again, and then it hit him. \n“Your magic. It’s not…”\n“It’s not affecting you anymore. Or at least, not as much.” She chuckled. “I could put out more of an effort, I suppose, but I don’t think I need to. Not with the needs of a dragon upon you. Not for a while.”\nThat much was true. He could tell the difference between his own needs and the needs that she might have put inside of him. There was a…a resistance there, now. It would keep other magics at bay. \nAnd with all this new muscle…\nA slow smile crept over his face. The bandits at his home…they’d been forced to rely on magic to fight the warriors of his people, forced to rely on explosions and horrible spells to subdue warriors that were superior to them. \nAnd now…now they’d lost that advantage. \n“What else can you teach me?”\n“That depends, boy.”\n“On what?”\n“How much cum you can give me. I have plenty for youth, but dragon seed…why, that is a most valuable ingredient for my potions.”\nJak smiled. \n“How much can you take?”\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Minerva’s Lessons
Chapter 3: The Lesson of Lust
For BigChris369
By Draconicon






Despite last night’s pleasure, Jak wasn’t sure that his decision was the right one. There were plenty of uses for a young girl – of which sex, of course, was one – but there were liabilities, too. He was having to look after more than just himself now, and that meant that it would be harder to keep himself in one piece.
But…
She might be useful to her, he reminded himself. That one…Yes…she might be useful.
The blue-scaled lizard shook his head, putting the thought from his mind for the moment. They had other concerns besides whether his new companion would be useful or not. And for the moment, she was at least pulling her weight.
Minerva had managed to identify most of the magical items that Sandal had in his wagon, and the ones that weren’t dangerous or valuable were tossed to the wayside. It saved them from carrying at least forty pounds worth of junk to the nearest village, and that in and of itself was worth being thankful for.
The fact that the gryphon girl carried a good bit of it – mostly the rings and the other bits that were light, but valuable – without complaint helped, too. She was aware of her place, and that made her a decent traveling companion. Better than some that he’d had to deal with, at least, and more understanding of what was required of her.
They were about a mile out from the village when she finally opened her mouth. It had been so long since he’d heard her speak that he had almost forgotten that she knew how.
“Why doesn’t magic work on you?”
He didn’t even pause. He just looked down at her, raising an eye-ridge. The look would have quieted most people.
Not her.
“No, tell me. It’s supposed to work on everyone. But even Master Sandal’s most powerful spells weren’t hurting you as much as they were supposed to. The lightning…”
That was more inaccurate than she probably knew. The actual damage, he supposed, wasn’t so severe as it should have been, but the pain? That was definitely coming through as hard as it was supposed to. Getting up after that blast had been an effort of will that he hadn’t had to exert for a while.
And when she had cast the fire at him, he’d been able to avoid the scorching pain by luck more than anything else. Not that she needed to know that.
He shrugged.
“I’m lucky.”
“No. You’re something else.”
“Do you talk like this to everyone?”
“Everyone that’s hiding something.”
“Hmmph.”
He kept walking, but knew that she was staring at him, even when he was keeping his eyes on the road rather than her. She was curious, now, and more than that, suspicious.
To be fair, she had every right to be. There were numerous ways to become immune – or at least resistant – to magic, and most of them were pretty horrible to those involved. Deals with the devil, rituals of hate and pain, magic of his own – which, admittedly, he had a form of – or something else that meant that he had hurt others to get his ability.
None of those were the case, but she didn’t know that.
He sighed, shaking his head.
“You want to know how I got that ability?”
“I asked, didn’t I?”
“Alright. It’s a long story, though.”
“We’re walking. And I can listen.”
“Fine. It started when I was a kid…”
#
The blue-scaled lizard could barely crawl, but if he didn’t do that, he’d soon be dead.
Jak groaned as he dragged himself through the muck of the swamp, feeling some of the goo running over his scales, some of it seeping into his wounds. They’d be infected, if he was unlucky. He didn’t have the time to do anything but rely on luck.
He glanced behind him, seeing exactly what he expected to see. Shadows and dark shapes of the bandits that had burned his village. The dead – his family, the warriors, everyone – were piled up outside their huts, thrown into a heap outside the village and set afire. The burning stench of hot scales and cracking bone filled the air. The slightest smell set his stomach rolling, and he threw up. Not for the first time, either.
Have to get away…
His claws raked furrows through the swamp, dragging himself further and further from the scene of devastation. He could feel the goop of the mud around him trying to swallow him up, but he was a strong kid. Even with the wound in his belly…and the one over his back…and across his face…
Blinking through blood, he dragged himself forward another few feet, then a few more, and a few more. Eventually, the reeds of the swamp swallowed him up, hiding him.
Jak found an island, and he pulled himself onto it before finally rolling on his back. His fingers clenched in pain, his breath was shallow and hot. Everything hurt…
But he was alive.
The young boy rested his hands on his chest, clenching his teeth at the pain that even that slight contact gave him. He knew that he was lucky to be alive. Anyone else – anyone else – would be dead with their guts half-hanging out and their face split with an axe. He should be dead.
But he wasn’t. And he would stay that way, for as long as he needed to.
Sleep…sleep…
His eyes closed, and even as he drifted off towards sleep, his wounds started knitting together, gradually closing up. His healing ability – the strongest that had been seen for over a generation in his people – set to work preserving him.
#
A year passed, and he lived off the land and the stupidity of others. Jak was no longer sure how old he was, but he was pretty sure that it was less than ten. Less than the double digits that people talked about when he overheard them in the long grasses, when the other kids played outside the villages. He heard them talking about birthdays and presents, times of plenty.
He hated them for it, but he didn’t hurt them. Not more than stealing their lunches and their food, at least.
It was never enough. The blue-scaled boy was constantly starving, his belly empty and shriveled, pulled tight from a lack of sustenance. His scaly heritage gave him the strength to keep moving, made sure that he was always a threat to those his own age that were furred or fleshed, but he knew that it would only be a matter of time before starvation completely claimed him.
He wandered, going from village to village in hopes of finding something better, but there was never something for someone as weak or starving or young as him. Nobody wanted to hire a tribal from out in the sticks. Everyone wanted to see him go.
So he didn’t let people see him. He learned to stay in the dark, in the shadows. He’d steal where he could, fight when he had to, run when everything else failed.
And on the fateful day where everything changed, he was running very fast indeed.
#
Jak ran through the alleys, the screams of a trio of guards chasing him between the buildings. The lizard ducked and dodged between the different houses, throwing himself into an insane zig-zag that would be hard for the wolves to predict, doubling back on himself to make his scent trail that much harder to find.
They were not used to chasing someone that lived in the swamps, that knew how to run from predators, but he knew that they would find him eventually if he was stupid. If he just ran in a straight line. If he tired himself out.
And the latter was getting increasingly likely. The bread and meat and cheese – a basket of food that had been sitting on a windowsill – was his lifeline. He’d hoped to leave the guards behind already, abandon them in the warren that was the center of town and the cluster of buildings there, but they were too quick. They were still hot on his tail, and he hadn’t had the chance to eat.
If he didn’t lose them soon, he would collapse from raw hunger.
How did that…that woman…summon them so fast?
He had no idea, but it didn’t matter. If he didn’t get away, it wouldn’t matter who the old woman was, and how the guards obeyed her so quickly. She’d have his head for stealing from her, or at least his hands, and then he would be dead. No matter how good his healing ability was, he didn’t think it would give him body parts back that were chopped off.
Grunting, Jak yanked himself up onto a crate, throwing himself a little higher to grab the edge of a rooftop. It held, and he yanked himself upwards, out of the alley.
A second later, the guards came running around the corner, chasing where he had been going. He waited, letting them run around another corner in pursuit of the old scent trail, and when they were completely out of sight, he rolled onto his back and let out a huff of relief.
“That…was…too…close.”
Shaking his head, Jak reached for the basket, intent on having at least a bit of the meat inside, but his fingers found nothing. The blue-scaled boy blinked, turning his head to the side –
“Naughty, naughty.”
It wasn’t one of the guards, but rather the matronly lady that he had stolen the food from. The feline sat with her legs dangling over the edge of the building, her black skirt pulled up to her knees and her tail twitching behind her. Breasts that had a slight sag to them bounced as she wiggled from side to side, almost like she was getting comfortable.
“Running off with a lady’s food. It truly isn’t a good look for a young man. Are you trying to get yourself killed?” she asked.
“How did you get up here?” he panted.
“That’s not really something you need to know the answer to, is it?”
She smiled as she pulled out one of the loaves of bread in the basket. Jak stared at it, knowing that food would have kept him alive for another couple of weeks. Maybe as long as a month with everything that was in there.
But she’s got it now, and I’m too tired…too weak…
Even if he had the strength to grab it from her, he doubted that he would be able to get more than a few rooftops away before she managed to chase him down again. If she was able to climb up here without him seeing her, then she was more than the old lady that she looked like.
As the feline looked back at him, though, her smile faded. She stared at him, peering at him through narrowed eyes. He felt like she was staring right into his head, or, well, at other things as she looked up and down his body.
“Hmmm…now that…that is interesting.”
“What?”
“Tell you what, young one. I won’t report you to the guards…if you do a favor for me.”
“You called the guards on me in the first place!”
“And I’ll call them off just the same, so long as you do what I say.”
“…”
Much as Jak didn’t like the idea of someone having power or authority over him, he knew that it was the best deal that he was going to get. Someone calling the guards off didn’t happen every day, and if the woman wanted labor, or something like that, he was pretty sure that he could give her what she needed.
And if it happened to be more thievery, then he could do that, too. As long as she fed him first.
“Fine.”
“Alright. Come with me.”
And then, he realized how she could get up to the top of the building with him. She waved her hand, and they disappeared.
She was a witch.
#
“A witch?” Minerva asked. “How did you meet a witch?”
“By complete accident,” Jak admitted.
He shook his head.
“She was more than a witch, though. I didn’t know it yet, but she was a hell of a lot more than a witch.”
“Is she still alive?”
“Probably.”
“Where is she?”
The gryphon’s excitement wasn’t surprising. He knew that she still wanted to learn magic, to increase her knowledge of the magical and mystical arts. She probably saw it as the best way to hurt people, to have control of the world again. She was probably right.
“If she hasn’t moved on, she’s still in the village we’re headed to.”
“Can you introduce me?”
“Well, that depends. Do you think that you’d want to study under –”
#
“You’re a succubus?!”
Jak had been expecting something more from the woman when they arrived at her hut, and she hadn’t disappointed. As soon as she’d released the spell that had taken them from the rooftop to her house, she had started to change, and the change was as rapid as it was powerful.
Gone were the soft wrinkles in her face. Gone was the sagginess of her breasts. Gone were the soft creaks and cracks of her bones as she moved.
They were replaced with signs of sensuality and youth, signs that he had never imagined he would see so close up. Even for him, young as he was, it was stirring. As she stripped off her black dress, showing off a brown coat of fur that was plump and curvy in all the right places, he stared at her. His eyes went from her newly bared breasts, big enough to cup but not that much larger, to her hips, wide and easy to grip.
His loincloth was suddenly tented slightly, his smaller cocks starting to rise.
The witch woman chuckled.
“Ah, so you know your spirits. I should have guessed…”
“Who are you, really?”
“As you guessed, a succubus, but not one of the deadly ones.”
He didn’t know if he could believe that. Succubi were demons, after all, and demons were known liars throughout the world. The lizard looked behind him, considering running out the door.
The idea died quickly. If he did, she would just call the guards again, and this time, he doubted that she would let him get away so easily. They must have been entranced by her, marked by her power, otherwise they wouldn’t obey her so quickly, drop everything that they were doing to chase after a food thief.
He looked back at her. He imagined that someone older than him would have been blushing, staring at the woman with more lust and need than common sense, considering she had taken a seat on a chair and spread her legs. She faced him, leaning on the back of the chair, her arms crossed over the top of it and her legs spread wide enough for her sex to be visible.
The only thing that was saving him, he imagined, was his own youth. No innocence there, not knowing what people did with each other in the bedrooms and back alleys, but youth. Youth and a lack of other needs that other people had in spades.
Jak shook his head.
“What do you want?”
“I want a little…donation. A little something from you.”
“I’m young. I don’t think I can do that.”
“Oh, youth is no problem. If anything, youth is what I need.”
The feline succubus tittered, covering her mouth with one hand before continuing.
“You see, young people keep me young. A little donation from them from time to time keeps me looking good. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last for more than a few years. But you…”
She smiled as she looked him up and down, and he could feel a tingle running through him, a little invisible hand running up his leg and between them, cupping his tight little balls.
“You could give me much more than the rest of them. Enough to keep me young for years and years. And I…I could give you food, and a little bit of power. What do you say?”
“…Power?”
“There is a power inside of you. Something different from healing. There’s something that can be summoned, pulled out of you, made into a weapon for you to keep yourself safe. All I ask is a bit of company, and that little donation, and I will brew for you a potion to make you more powerful than any warrior on this earth.
“Do we have a bargain, little boy?”
Jak didn’t have to think twice about it.
Moments later, they were in the succubus’s bedroom, the older woman pulling the sheets down on her bed. She gestured for him to strip out of his loincloth, and he did, throwing it off to the side. The feline looked down, smirking.
“Oh, so you have two, hmmm? That will make things much more fun for the both of us.”
“I’ve never done this,” Jak said, sitting down on the foot of the bed. “Will it be easy?”
“Probably the easiest thing that you’ve ever done.”
She patted his head, then turned around, bending over a chest. He knew that she was trying to rile him up, and despite his youth, it was…working. To an extent, it was working.
He looked at her exposed holes, stared at the puffing-up pussy, the twitching little pucker that was trying to squeeze down on nothing. He had never had such an up-close view of anything before, never seen people show off to him this way. Then again, he had never had the money to afford what a woman might offer someone else.
His cocks stirred, but only slightly. Jak could feel the tingles running through them, the little bit of funny feelings that he had grown to associate with nudity. The lizard knew what was expected of him, knew what the actions were, but he didn’t know why people wanted to do it. It had never been explained to him.
But for the first time, he…wanted to do it.
Finally, the succubus stood up again, turning around with several glass bottles in hand. She hummed to herself as she looked through them, finally picking out one with purple liquid on the inside.
“This one will suffice for the start.”
“What will it do?”
“Well, I need to enjoy this too, don’t I?” She chuckled. “You might have two cocks, but let’s make them nice and big.”
He took the vial from her, looking it over. She held up a second one, this one filled with something white.
“And this will make sure that we get plenty of…product.”
“Do I have to?”
“Do you want the power I promised?”
“…Yes.”
“Then yes.”
Shaking his head, the lizard uncorked the both of them at once. They didn’t smell of anything in particular, which he supposed was probably a good thing. He had passed by many an alchemist whose property was utterly soaked in bad smells. Shaking his head again, he lifted the bottles and chugged them down.
It was salty and sweet at the same time, and they went down his throat quickly. The taste clung to the inside of his mouth, tasting almost like salt-covered strawberries. Not the most pleasant of flavors, but not the worst thing that he had eaten, either.
He swallowed a couple of times, forcing it out of his mouth as best he could, and in the time it took to clear his mouth, the succubus had already knelt between his legs. Her hands wrapped around his twin dicks, giving them a few short pumps, smiling at them.
“Now, grow my pretties, grow.”
Jak groaned, then gasped, his eyes going wide as a sudden pressure filled his cocks. His eyes continued to widen as he looked down, seeing the vaguely purple shafts start to expand, fattening with ease, growing up and out from his crotch in a way that they had never done before. His hips twitched, thrusting them forward, his breath coming faster and faster as the two cocks grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger.
He groaned, his fingers tightening into fists, squeezing at the bedsheets as his dicks pushed forward, growing longer, thicker, heavier. His balls felt like they were swelling too, forcing his thighs further apart, his body aching with a need that he had never felt before. His body burned, his scales shimmered as he started to sweat, and he could…he could smell himself, his need.
As his cocks throbbed and fattened, they slowly grew out, becoming longer, heavier, bending under their own weight rather than pointing straight up. He huffed and puffed as he felt the power in them, felt the need that he had always seen but never experienced.
A need for a hole. A need for something soft and wet to bury them in.
The succubus chuckled to herself, rubbing her face against the two cocks, between them, against them. Nuzzling them like a cat marking her property. She licked along the side of one, then the other, pulling herself closer and closer to the tips.
“Mmm, this is what a real man has, you know. A big man has big cocks. Do you understand me?”
“A big man…has big cocks…”
“Thankfully, you’re not a man, but you have the cocks of one. I’m sure that any lady seeing these will want to bend over very, very quickly.” She chuckled. “I wonder if you’ll turn other women into pedophiles before you grow up…”
The thought was almost intriguing, but he couldn’t linger on it. The need that she was giving him, the lust that she had awakened, was making it too hard to think of anything else but fucking.
And thankfully, the succubus was there for just that.
She grabbed one of his cocks tight, giving it a hard pump before she lowered her head over it. Her lips parted over the thick tip, and then shoved down towards the base. He groaned, his fists tightening on the sheets again, his breath coming hard and fast as he felt her bobbing up and down along his cock. Each thrust of her face down to the base of his cock nudged the other one, rubbing it, teasing it with her fur.
Up and down, up and down, each time taking him to the base, each time feeling like she was drawing his cocks out that little bit more. They were already a foot long, but they were growing, still, getting stiffer, thicker, longer.
How big are they going to get? he thought, panting. If they get much bigger…I’m not gonna be able to walk…or run…or anything…
And there was something churning, changing, growing inside of him. He didn’t know what it was, but it made his scales itch from head to toe, made him growl, made him groan, made him snarl for more.
The succubus witch finally pulled her head back from his cocks, chuckling at him. They were a good fourteen inches long, throbbing and bouncing.
“I think you’re almost ready…This is going to be a wild ride, boy. And you’re going to remember this for the rest of your life.”
The feline stood up, turning around. As she spread her pussy lips, as she gripped her ass cheeks and parted them to show off her twin holes to him, he felt something. Something strong, something powerful, something alien to anything that he had felt before.
And he grabbed hold of it. She had promised him power, and he was going to take it.
A roar of heat rushed through his body. As the succubus applied a spell to her holes, as she prepared herself, he threw his head back and roared.
“What?!”
She looked down between her legs at him, her face a picture of astonishment, but he couldn’t care about that. What he felt, what he needed, was her.
As he roared again, his body cracked, his spine extending, his shoulders thickening and broadening. His legs and arms felt like they were suddenly stuffed with muscle, over-stuffed before they expanded, growing longer.
He surged in size, growing from child to teen, and he sat up. No, stood up.
With a roar, he grabbed the succubus and threw her on the bed, his mind on fire with need, with strength, with a masculinity and power that he had no idea how to control. All he knew was that it was filling him, and he was being pulled along for the ride.
Jak roared again as he leaped on top of the other woman, his cocks resting at her holes. They were both wet, both eager for him, so he had no problem with just slamming in.
As the succubus screamed under him, he continued to grow, his shafts getting longer, thicker, heavier. They were broad, nearly as wide as his fists as the power surged through him, and her asshole and her pussy were pushed to their limits to take him. He could see the way that her pucker went pale from being stretched, how her pussy lips sucked around his cock that she was desperately trying to keep him inside, to hold him close.
She didn’t have to try so hard. There was no way that he was pulling out.
He grabbed her harder, pulling her back by her hips, feeling her softness against his hardness. She was moaning, groaning, squirming beneath him, and that was perfect. Completely perfect for him.
In and out, in and out he slammed, her holes squeezing him every time that he bottomed out, and then going slack as he pulled out. They moved with him, her asshole and her pussy distending, sucking along his cock, too well-stuffed to do anything but follow along.
The woman was moaning, screaming under him. She’d cum at least once from this, her body wracked with a pleasure that he couldn’t imagine, couldn’t conceive of. He barely noticed, only thinking of one thing.
Mine.
It was a deep, rumbling thing. A possessive instinct, something that rumbled and groaned and even roared with an age as old as the mountains. Something that had seen the rise and fall of endless things, had held more than anyone could imagine, whose power stretched down through the ages and had finally fallen on him.
Mine. Anything…everything…mine!
He growled the word as he leaned forward. Despite all the muscle, despite all the growth, he was still barely bigger than a child, still a young teen as he slammed in and out, in and out, pressing his body tight to the succubus beneath him. She was so wet, so easy to use, and he could feel his need rushing up. His balls were drawing up, the wrecking ball orbs pulled in tight to his crotch.
He was going to cum…and he was going to mark her.
In and out, in and out, in and out, each time feeling her clasping him that much tighter, that much harder, until –
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!”
The roar that escaped his lips was feral in power, and louder than what he meant to do. He thrust in once more, both his cocks throbbing as he came. They spurted, shot, squirted thick ropes of cum inside of her –
Splut, splut, splut.
He heard it coming out somewhere else. Jak turned, staring at a giant vat that sat on the far side of the room. A portal, no, two portals were open at the top, and he could just barely see his cockheads at the other sides of them. They were shooting his seed into the vat, filling it up with cups, pints, gallons of the stuff.
Finally, it stopped, and he slumped back, his eyes rolling back in his head for a moment before he caught himself. He was…he was tired, but…
But there was something else. He had to know what was going on.
Still panting, Jak managed to pull himself back to a seated position. His cocks throbbed, his need was still high, but it was no longer spiking the way that it had been. He wasn’t out of control anymore, though he still felt…strange.
He looked down at himself. There were more muscles standing out under his scales than he had ever had, some rivaling the size that the other warriors of his tribe had had, and he hadn’t even worked for them. The starvation look in his gut had faded, though he was still skinnier than he was supposed to be.
The witch had wiggled forward, and the succubus was wiping drool off her chin as she turned to look at him.
“Well…I expected a surge…I didn’t expect quite that much.”
“What…what did you do to me? What is this…power?”
“This, boy. This is the dragon’s blood.”
“…Dragon…”
Jak slowly shook his head, looking down at his hands. There had been rumors that there was a dragon in the tribal line, that one of the great beasts had shifted shape and given its power to his people in the past. He had always thought of it as a legend; after all, why would a dragon do anything like lower itself to have a more mortal lover?
The succubus wiped one hand across her spread holes, collecting some of the seed that had been left behind.
“It’s more potent than I expected, however. I thought that, at most, you would take on a more fierce aspect, but there’s something else going on.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re not just stronger, boy. You have another gift.”
“What?”
“Haven’t you noticed?”
It took him a moment to figure out what she meant. He glanced at her again, and then it hit him.
“Your magic. It’s not…”
“It’s not affecting you anymore. Or at least, not as much.” She chuckled. “I could put out more of an effort, I suppose, but I don’t think I need to. Not with the needs of a dragon upon you. Not for a while.”
That much was true. He could tell the difference between his own needs and the needs that she might have put inside of him. There was a…a resistance there, now. It would keep other magics at bay.
And with all this new muscle…
A slow smile crept over his face. The bandits at his home…they’d been forced to rely on magic to fight the warriors of his people, forced to rely on explosions and horrible spells to subdue warriors that were superior to them.
And now…now they’d lost that advantage.
“What else can you teach me?”
“That depends, boy.”
“On what?”
“How much cum you can give me. I have plenty for youth, but dragon seed…why, that is a most valuable ingredient for my potions.”
Jak smiled.
“How much can you take?”



The End



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