[b][u][center]Invasion of the Shrine For Anonymous By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Few people visited the shrines on the edges of the kingdom, despite the need for healing being as great out there as it was anywhere else. Nisso shook his head as he walked up and down the wall that protected the shrine from any ground-based attackers, occasionally turning his eyes towards the heavens to keep watch for the imps that occasionally tried to play their tricks on the shrine and its holy artifacts. They hadn’t shown up for about a month, so he figured that they were nearly due. But there was nothing, at least not on this pass. The kitsune shook his head, tapping his spear along as he continued his patrol. Up and down the low wall he continued to walk, lapping the altar and its idol in the center of the little open-air church again and again. Every so often, he looked down at the idol, taking a little comfort from its presence before getting back to work. [i]Wonder if anyone’s going to be here over the week,[/i] he thought, thinking back to the people that used to pass through before the advent of the demons out in the wilds. [i]Used to get a dozen people a day. Now…[/i] He shook his head. His lot wasn’t to question, just to guard. And he would do that to the best of his abilities. Nisso continued to walk, moving in his steady circle, his spear tok-tok-tokking in time with his steps until he heard the sound of beating wings. The fox turned, the kitsune raising his spear in alarm. His eyes scanned the horizon - And then stopped as he spotted the familiar red-scaled silhouette that was approaching from the west. He smiled, lowering his weapon. “Hail Larin!” he shouted, waving at the passing dragon. The dragon waved back, and the kitsune hopped down from the wall. From the looks of things, the spellsword was coming in for a landing, and that meant that he would need some supplies. Ducking past the altar to a small overhang behind it, the kitsune ripped the tops off a few barrels, pulling out some fruit and a few bits of bread. A little stale, perhaps, but better than nothing while traveling through the wilder lands out here. He tucked it into a spare sack, and was just coming back to the open part of the shrine when Larin swooped down. The red-scaled dragon pulled his wings in tight as he changed his angle, the leathery things twitching slightly as he walked forward. Nisso nodded in greeting, holding out his sack. “Here you are. Some supplies for the next part of your journey.” “Kind,” the dragon said, nodding. “But I’m not here for supplies.” “Oh?” “Yes. I’m here to resupply you.” “But...you didn’t bring anything. It’s a kind offer, though. Were you planning on hunting around here?” Nisso had heard of Larin, of course. Heard of the dragon’s general generosity as well as his prowess in dealing with demons. There’d been times in the past where the dragon had stopped by with a few seasonings or a couple little treats for guards on the outposts way at the border. Not that it was ever long-lasting or did much, but it was good to be thought of. Yet, hunting didn’t seem to be part of Larin’s objectives, either. The dragon chuckled, shaking his head. “No. I have other things that you need.” “Like what?” he asked. “Company.” “...What do you mean?” Nisso said, taking a slow step back. There was something wrong here. Something very, very wrong. His eyes flicked up to the dragon’s, and then widened. The blackness in the spellsword’s eyes was all he needed to see. It might not have been demonic possession, but something had happened to the famous warrior. He was no longer himself. The kitsune whipped his spear up, the bladed tip already going for the dragon’s throat, but he was too slow. CRACK! The shaft of the spear snapped in two, the bladed end falling even as the dragon’s fist wrapped around his throat. Nisso gasped as he was carried back, thrown down on the altar just behind him. He coughed, sputtering as Larin gestured at him, wiggling his fingers in some sort of magic spell. Some sort of fire burned free of the dragon’s fingers, a flame that consumed the kitsune’s clothes and armor, leaving him nothing but his fur. He blushed as the dragon reached down, rubbing his sheath a few times, stroking a finger up and down the furred tube that stuck out from between his legs. “You...what...what happened...to you?” “I was...enlightened.” The dragon chuckled, sticking a finger inside of the fox’s sheath, and Nisso bit his lips to hide his moans as his cock was teased. That scaly finger nudged his dick, rubbing it lightly, and then seemed to push down just under the head. A little tickling motion left the kitsune gasping, his cock starting to harden against his will. Blushing as he felt it growing, Nisso tried to grab for the idol, for a rock, anything that might let him have something to fight back, but there was nothing in reach. Nothing that would help him. And certainly nothing that distracted him from the steady, slow stroking down between his legs. The tip of his cock pushed past his sheath, laying out on his belly, and his eyes closed tightly as he felt the dragon stroking him slowly, keeping his erection growing. “Not much between your legs, is there?” “Mmmph...Not...not something...you’re supposed to see.” “It’s a good thing that I came to visit then, isn’t it?” The dragon chuckled, shaking his head. Nisso tried to ignore it, but was forced to look back as he heard the soft sounds of leather being undone. He whipped his head around, looking down as the dragon undressed, and then - “Oh my god!” He shouted, trying to pull back, but there was no escape when one was pinned down by a dragon. The kitsune was forced to lay there as Larin stepped forward, showing off a black cock that throbbed and dripped, not with pre-cum, but with...things. Creatures. A slug pushed forward, forcing the tip open before falling down. It was a long, ribbon-y thing, one that looked flat and long. Yet, as it moved, it stretched until it was as thin as could be, and yet almost as long as his arm. He stared at it as it crawled along the altar, then was forced to look back at the spellsword as the dragon slapped his cock down, holding it against the fox’s shaft. “You are small,” the dragon said. “What I have will make you big. Big, and powerful.” “I don’t want whatever you have. Dear god, no…” “You’ll have it anyway. Take my gift.” It was almost agony to watch the dragon’s shaft, seeing the shapes that writhed up the urethra and the constant churning of things crawling and wiggling around in his balls. Little by little, another ribbon-like parasite wiggled itself free of the dragon’s dark cock, hovering like a snake over a branch before seeming to bend forward, looking around for an entrance into his cock. The kitsune shook his head, trying to wriggle free, pull away, but he was pinned by the dragon’s greater power and bigger cock. After a few false lunges, the worm-like creature found his cock. He gasped, the tip of it striking right at his piss-slit. The thing wriggled down, forcing itself free of Larin’s shaft before it started to wiggle into his. “Nnnngh! Get it out! GET IT OUT!” “Not a chance, fox. Just let it happen.” He couldn’t help but scream, even if there was some pleasure as the creature wriggled deeper and deeper into him. He was forced to stare as his cock bulged, widening horrendously wide as the parasite forced its way deeper inside of him. It was like a knot that grew just under the head of his cock, then at the midpoint, and then at the base, each time disappearing and reappearing that much deeper. Every time that it moved, he could feel his cock throbbing in response, some sort of slime - “Nnnngh!” Some sort of slime making it feel a hundred times better than it should have. Another, then another, then another inch of it went down his shaft, wriggling towards his balls. And Larin wasn’t done. The dragon squeezed his cock, another parasite climbing free - “AAAAGH!” Nisso screamed as his cock was invaded again, his shaft throbbing hard despite what was being done to it. The inside of his shaft felt like it was being fucked, his cock opening up...no, his cock [i]growing[/i] the more parasites slid into him. With each successive invading creature, he could see his cock thickening up, getting wider and then a bit longer. He could feel it as well as see it, his sheath feeling tighter, his cock getting more and more slippery as time went on. His balls felt like they were hanging lower between his legs as they were filled up, and his breath came faster and harder than ever as he realized just how many he’d taken. His cock was huge, grown from barely seven inches to more than ten, and it was creeping up again, passing his belly button and moving towards his lower chest. His breath came hot and fast, his cock twitching as the dragon loomed over him. “You want this.” “Nnngh…” “You want to cum?” “Nnn...nnngh….y-yes…” “Swear to me.” “I…” “Swear your service to Larin and Venarl.” “I swear….swear my...service...to Larin...and Venarl.” The dragon nodded. Almost as if on some unspoken signal, the parasites in his balls squirmed all at once. The kitsune arched his back, screaming as he came all over himself, his cock swelling further still, becoming something massive, something too big to ever fully slide back in his sheath again. And inside, his mind slipped away, replaced by the loyal thoughts of an incubus’s slave. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]