[b][u][center]Unwittingly Summoned, Part 2 For TeryxC By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Grateful that nobody had noticed that he’d snuck off and apparently fallen into a pool while sleepwalking, Nievuhn spent the next morning meditating over his magic. The summoner had been hard-pressed to keep up with the rest of his party the night before, and he doubted that it would get any easier as they pushed through the forest. It was a miracle that they had avoided so many monsters getting close to the dragon’s mountain. That said… He looked down at the artifact that they’d gained among everything else. The orb of water was still glowing, glinting with the same energy that he’d summoned the day before. It seemed to have absorbed the strange form that he’d taken on the day before, too, since he’d woken up as a weasel again. Maybe there was a time limit on the spell he’d used to summon the power, or maybe it just didn’t work when he was asleep. Either way… Well, it was something new. He’d figure it out eventually. The weasel sighed as he looked up. Gashug the orc and Milnus the rat were both getting back from their bathing expedition, the pair dressed and ready to head out. The weasel got to his feet, shaking his head and putting the orb back in his pack. “Figured anything out about that thing?” Gashug asked. “Not much. It’s powerful, but I don’t know what I tapped into last night.” “Hmmph.” “And my goods?” Milnus asked. “I’m still examining your amulets and rings, I’m afraid. It’ll take me –” “Just hurry it up,” the rat said. “I don’t have all day.” [i]Not like one of the hacks in town would be any quicker,[/i] he thought. “I’ll do my best,” was what he said. As everyone pulled their goods together, Nievuhn wondered if there was any chance that they would be able to make it through the forest safely. As well as it had worked out last night, he didn’t want to mess with the orb again so soon. He had only barely had any sense of control over it, and he didn’t know what else it would do. Whatever had happened to him yesterday – and something had happened – was not what normally happened with his magic. Summoners, as most knew, were magic users that tapped into the powers of other beings in order to cast spells. Some touched on Djinn, some pulled on the power of demons, some reached out to the angels. Nievuhn was a bit more of a jack of all trades. He reached out and touched pretty much anything that he could get his hands on and hoped for the best. There were times when it had backfired, and there were times when it did more than he could have ever hoped. It was a gamble every time. [i]Not that they understand that,[/i] he thought, looking over the orc and rat. [i]All the times that I’ve patched them up after a battle, they might learn that I’m not exactly a consistent caster, but noooo. I can heal, so I basically make them immortal.[/i] Last night had been one of the worst incidents for that. They had been ambushed by dozens of enemies, but rather than retreating and going for higher ground, Gashug and Milnus had gone head to head with the lot of them, forcing a fight that didn’t need to happen and ended up with a great deal more injuries than they needed. Hell, even with the power of the orb, he’d only just been able to pull them back from the brink of death, and… The weasel shook his head. It didn’t matter. They began their trek for the day, continuing the journey south. The mountain they’d raided began to fade from view, obscured by trees and distance. For a change, there were no sounds of followers, no sudden, worrying snaps of branches that meant that something was about to charge. Just a long, slow walk that left him feeling a bit better about himself. Unfortunately, that led to further banter from the rest of the group. “Hey, Nievuhn?” “Yes, Gashug?” “You got anything that’ll make my sword better?” “I’m still looking it over, but I think most of the loot is healing-based magic.” “Fuck. I thought you could adjust that? What’s the good of a mage if he can’t make things die?” “My contract is to heal you guys. Not to kill things.” “Yeah. Fucking lot of use that is.” [i]You’re still alive, aren’t you?[/i] he thought. “I can see if I missed anything,” was what he said. He didn’t want to make any more conflict between himself and the party, but it was just how it always went. If they weren’t depending on him to remain effectively immortal with his powers, they were always second-guessing what he could and couldn’t do, insisting that he create fireballs, that he make them invisible, that he enchant their weapons to turn them into gods of death. No matter how many times he told them what he could and couldn’t do, they never seemed to understand the basic concept that his magic had limitations. Though last night… He still remembered the utter power that came when he touched the orb, when he drew the energy from it. It had been like touching something in the elemental plane of water, and something directly connected to it, for that matter. The ease with which he commanded all the moisture in the area…the way that he just flowed and moved like it… [i]Whatever this thing is, the dragon had something far more powerful than its own breath and magic to use. So…why didn’t it?[/i] He didn’t know…and he didn’t want to think about it too hard. The more that he thought about it, the worse he felt about the artifact. It was already a mystery, which was bad enough. If it was a mystery that they shouldn’t have – which it was increasingly starting to seem like – he didn’t want any part of it. [i]I’ll offload it in the next town,[/i] he thought. [i]I can heal well enough without this.[/i] The rest of the day continued with a few more arguments between him and the others, mostly about what he couldn’t do with magic, before Nievuhn noticed something. He held out his hands, waving. “Guys? Guys!” “What?” “Don’t you hear that?” “…I don’t hear anything,” Milnus said. “So?” Gashug asked. “We’re in a goddamn forest, you lunkhead.” The rat pulled out a dagger. “It’s never this quiet.” That’s exactly what Nievuhn had been thinking. He hadn’t noticed it until there was a lull in conversation, but the soft twitter of birds, the rustling of things moving about, it had all stopped. There was nothing, nothing but ominous silence, as if everything in the forest had vacated this area. And they’d walked right into it. Gashug pulled out his blade, backing up, and Milnus was soon back to back with the fighter. Nievuhn hesitated, then slowly reached for the orb on his back. If there was something big out there, he would need it. He’d barely brushed his fingers against it when the air was split by a great roar, the sound echoing through the skies and the forest. All eyes went up to the heavens, widening at the sight of the great creature slowly circling high above them. [i]Impossible,[/i] the weasel thought. [i]We killed him yesterday…[/i] After the battle, he’d even checked the monstrous dragon for a pulse. There was no way that the creature was still alive. Yet, there it was, circling down towards them ever so slowly, its wingbeats thunder in the air and its eyes gold and glaring down at them. He wanted nothing more than to just disappear, and almost wished that he had a few summoning pacts with shadows to take him out of the area. But there was no chance of that. The most he could do was reach for the orb. He hated using it again, so soon after the last attempt, but – Another roar split the air, and this time the bag holding the orb jumped. Nievuhn gasped, yanked off his feet as the bag went flying through the air, the orb pulling it along as it returned to the dragon. The beast caught it in one forepaw, but it didn’t leave. Instead, it kept slowly spiraling down towards them, eyes locked… Not on them, he realized, but on him. The dragon was staring at him. [i]Why? What did I do?[/i] There was no real answer. All he could do was stay there, not moving even as his companions told him to get up. He shook his head at them, bowing instead. If there was anything that would save his life, it was respect for the creature coming to them. Thump. Finally, the dragon landed. It looked down at him, then past him at the other adventurers. Nievuhn whimpered, slowly opening his mouth. “Great…Great dragon. Please, do not…do not hurt them. If we have offended, let us make good on it.” “Coward,” Gashug muttered. The dragon didn’t say anything. Instead, it merely fixed its eyes on the adventurers behind him, on the orc and the rat. The weasel didn’t move, didn’t dare look back. All he hoped for was that they would have some sense of mercy. They… He wanted to say that they didn’t deserve to be taken down for a mistake that he probably made, but the way that they treated him… [i]No. Just…just try to make it work. Try and solve things.[/i] “Great Dragon. Please. What have we done wrong?” “Besides attempting to kill me?” So, it was the same dragon. The other two gasped, reminding him that he was nearly the only one with a brain in the group. But even so – “And you carry an orb of my essence. Or rather, did.” [i]Orb of…[/i] His eyes went wide as he realized what he’d done. The essence of a dragon was a power that was entirely unique as far as magical items went. It held a piece of the dragon’s power, a fragment of their soul. To hold something like that was to hold power over whatever the dragon commanded. If this creature had been one of the blacks, one of those with an army of kobolds, he could have commanded the lesser creatures. If it had been one of the god-tier dragons, he might have controlled weather. As it was, the dragon controlled water, which gave him elemental-levels of power. [i]Oh, god…oh god…[/i] He lowered his head to the ground again, taking a few deep breaths. “I apologize. I was contracted to move with this party, as healer. I will of course return your orb.” “You will return more than that.” Before he could protest, Nievuhn was lifted into the air, thick, scaly digits wrapped around him. He was held aloft with ease, the dragon not even seeming bothered by holding him. The rest of the party, for the first time, seemed to show some common sense. Rather than trying to rescue him, they ran away. He turned, staring at them leaving, and his jaw dropped. They were just leaving him there, possibly to be eaten, possibly something far worse. And they had no regrets. He would have cried if he didn’t think that it would have given the dragon more power. Instead, he just thumped a fist down on the dragon’s forepaw. “Damnit…” “Worried about losing your potential fuck-friend?” “Wha – how – n-no!” Nievuhn whipped his head around, staring up at the dragon. Sure, there had been a time or two when he had considered Gashug for masturbatory materials, but he’d never taken it that far in his head. The orc – No, more important things first. “What are you talking about?” “There are other things that you should be concerned about. Like what happened to you last night?” “…You know about that?” “You were channeling [i]me.[/i] I was [i]there.[/i]” “…” “There is one reason that you are alive, and that is because I do not kill my enemies. The act of bloodshed is immensely distasteful to me.” “…Well…that’s good, isn’t it?” “I said, ‘distasteful.’ It is not impossible.” “…Oh.” “We are going back to my cave, and you and I are going to have a very, very long conversation. After that, I will decide what to do with you.” “But –” Any further conversation was cut short by the dragon taking to the skies, flying towards the heavens and back to the mountains. As the forest fell out from under them, suddenly very, very far away, Nievuhn wondered if the rest of the group might have had the better idea to run away. # They entered the cave with ease, far more ease than they had the first time. Rather than stopping in the cavern where they had battled before – or, he supposed, where the party had battled whatever the dragon had summoned for them to fight – his kidnapper took him through a waterfall to a different chamber. Surrounded on all sides by different sizes and colors of waterfalls, with the ceiling tinkling with a soft ran that dripped from stalactites in an almost musical array, with a small lake that covered every part of the cavern floor, there was no doubt in the world that he was in the middle of a water dragon sanctuary. Just like there was no doubt in the world that he was going to stay here until the water dragon was done with him. The weasel curled up in a little ball as he was put down on one of the islands in the cavern, pulling his knees up to his chest as the dragon submerged most of itself in the water. He looked down at the ‘monster’, wondering what was to become of him. The gold-eyed dragon chuckled. “Are you that scared of me?” “I feel like I should be.” “Good. You’re learning.” “What do you want? You have the orb back.” “You did something then. You did something…that I did not like.” Strangely, it almost seemed like the dragon was reminding himself of the situation rather than just telling him. Before the summoner could speak, the dragon continued. “You are a summoner. I saw that in your mind.” “…That’s true, yes.” “What have you summoned in the past?” “…” [i]Do not ask why, just answer,[/i] he told himself. “I have summoned a few fire elementals, an earth giant, a Rakshasa, a few pixies, a few dryads…” “But nothing of water?” “Not before last night.” “Did you know what would happen?” “Gods, no!” He shivered. “But it was use it or die. We were in the middle of a deadly fight.” “I know. I was there. Remember how I said that I hated bloodshed?” Nievuhn started to nod, only to wince halfway through. “Oh…” “Yes. Oh.” “…I’m sorry. I am really, really sorry.” “Don’t be. You have yet to do it intentionally. And I doubt that you will, hmm?” “Of course not!” “Good. Then we have but one thing to fix.” “What’s tha-aaat?!” Once more he was lifted up, this time in a much more slippery forepaw. He struggled to hold on to the equivalent of a thumb, desperately trying not to fall the dozen or more feet to the rocks and water below. He was turned, his eyes made to meet the gold dragon’s…and he was lost in them. They flashed. At first, he thought it was just light reflecting off the gold, but then they did it again without the dragon moving. Glint, flash, glint, flash. Every time that he saw the flash, it felt like something was happening in the back of his head, things being moved around, things being shifted. Flash. Flash. [i]Hmm.[/i] Flash. [i]Very –[/i] Flash. [i]- interesting.[/i] “What…what’s going…” [i]Just let me in.[/i] Flash. Flash. Flash. Soon, he was leaning back against the dragon’s grip, unable to quite hold himself up. There was no strength in his body, just a strange relaxation, a need to submit, a need to give himself up to the dragon’s power. He could feel the rooting around in his head, almost like different parts of himself were being nudged out of the way, pushed to different positions in his mind. And his mouth was moving. He could see that the dragon’s mouth was doing the same, some sort of ancient dragon tongue speaking in spell language that he didn’t understand. Yet, his mouth…his mouth was doing the same thing? Somehow? He didn’t understand it. He couldn’t stop it, either, forced to go along with it and hope for the best. Little by little, though, he was made aware of a hollow in the middle of his thoughts, a space in the center of his head that hadn’t been there before…or had it? Almost like something that had been expanded, forced open, with different shapes as it wove in and out of the other parts of his mind. Flash, flash, flash. Three rapid flashes of light, keeping him relaxed, keeping him from questioning things. He just leaned his head back and let it happen. He wasn’t sure how long he hung there, but at some point, the weasel went from being held to being back on one of the islands. He groaned, shaking his head, slowly rolling himself back to all fours. His body was shaking, leaving him struggling to get back to his feet. As he stood up, he became aware of his shaft throbbing inside his robes, erect for a reason that he didn’t understand. He panted a bit, his cheeks burning as he realized how obvious it was, and he quickly pulled at his robes, trying to hide the sight of it. He didn’t feel that he was particularly successful, but he did try. Wriggling about as he was, he almost missed the dragon putting the orb down in front of him again. The dragon – Teryx, he realized, a name having been left in his head – pointed at it. “Do your magic again.” “…Why?” “Because I told you to.” An eminently understandable reason, particularly coming from a dragon that could destroy him with little more than a thought. The weasel reached down, picking up the watery orb. The feeling of power within was no different than before, but he felt like something had changed. Something in him, probably, something that would make this round of summoning different from anything else he had done in the past. He glanced past the orb at his captor, receiving only a nod in return. Nievuhn took a deep breath, then whispered the words, doing his best to ignore the still-throbbing erection between his legs. The weasel managed a couple of words before a sudden rush of energy overtook him. He bit back his gasps, fighting to keep talking. It was so much stronger than it had been the last time, the orb feeding him an energy so intense that he barely could remember how to talk, let alone what words to speak. His fingers were the first to change, going from furry and padded to scaled and smooth, his fingers growing claws that put his previous set to shame. They clenched tight around the orb, desperately holding it to keep it from sliding away as he kept whispering the summoning spell. The energy was filling his head, spreading out from that hollow point he noticed, running through his body even as the scales rushed up from his arms. They brought muscle with them, his fur falling out, the scales a light blue on one side of his arm, a dark blue on the other, and further it spread, and further still. He grew taller, his tail growing thicker as it, too, sprouted scales, getting bigger and heavier behind him. His legs arched a bit, his feet changing, his toes melding together a bit to make for more dragon-like hind-paws. He rose up, his spine cracking, his body stretching as he grew taller, and taller, and taller still. Panting with exertion, he was nearly at the end of the spell as his body swelled, growing thick and strong across the shoulders and chest, his arms and legs turning into big, powerful limbs, rather than the skinny, dainty things that they had been. He didn’t know how it had happened, but he was definitely transforming, definitely taking on the aspects of the dragon. Particularly between his legs. His words turned to gasps as his cock continued to grow, getting bigger and heavier. The tip was swollen, almost like it swelled and fattened just behind the head a little bit, then slimmed down on its way to the base again. Nievuhn groaned and shivered, clenching his hands tighter around the orb, feeling himself losing his thoughts to the big, heavy cock between his legs. It was massive, ridged along the sides and begging for attention. He held fast, finishing the spell before he could lose control, and then dropped the orb into the water. Desperately gasping for breath, he almost fell over before – “Mmmph…so this is what it’s like…to control you while you’re awake.” He was talking…but he wasn’t the one doing the talking. Nievuhn’s eyes went wide as he felt his legs move, stabilizing himself without his commands. His arms swung forward without him telling them to, his body stretched without him thinking that it needed it. Every movement felt like someone with strings on his limbs, dragging him around, leaving him helpless but to follow or be hurt if he tried to resist. Not out of malice, but out of the fact that someone so much stronger than him was the one in charge now. He groaned, blushing as he was pulled along the island, made to walk and strut and show off in a way that he would never have done of his own free will. The sway in his hips, the groping of his cock…it was like someone else was taking his body for a test drive the way that a demon might have done with something that it possessed. He blushed at the thought, feeling his cock twitch at it. He didn’t know if that was his fault or the dragon’s, either. “Heh…I admired this thing last night, too,” the dragon said and – to his surprise – the feral mouthed it at the same time. “A very thick, very good cock. Suitable for a proper dragon.” [i]…Thank…you?[/i] “Not that you will be using it.” [i]Then why are you –[/i] He would have bitten his lips as he was moved about, his body no longer under his control. Whatever Teryx had done in his head, the dragon had removed his ability to resist, making it impossible for him to hold back as he was guided towards the feral dragon. It was strange, looking at the big beast. The feral was leaning back, his body posed in such a way that one might have thought he was a big scaly guard dog, one that loomed over everyone around. At least, one would think that until they looked down at the big, throbbing cock that stuck out between the feral’s hind legs. “Heh, I found out that our bodies are linked through stimulation when we are like this. The more aroused I am, or you are, the more aroused the other becomes.” [i]But…but how? This doesn’t happen with other summons.[/i] “Other summons are not dragons. Now, do not resist what is about to happen.” Teryx piloted his body forward, walking it across the island and into the shallow water. He was made to walk up to the feral body, showered by a warm, shallow breath as they passed beneath the head of the seemingly entranced dragon. His hands were made to reach out, grasping the big, thick cock before him and squeezing it. He could feel the moist flesh, the warmth that was getting ever stronger. And the smell…the musk of a male… Teryx guided their head further down, and he groaned as he realized he was barely a few inches away from the thick feral cock, his mouth opening. He whimpered. “Oh,” Teryx teased. “Don’t tell me that you are hesitating now. I saw your fantasies of the orc. You want big things.” [i]I didn’t…I mean…[/i] He tried to shake his head, but his body wouldn’t respond. His cock was throbbing hard, but was it Teryx’s arousal? Or was it his? It was impossible to tell. It was a foggy-headed weasel-ferret that was made to lean forward, his tongue sticking out of his mouth against his will. Even that had changed, becoming forked and long, flexible as could be as it dragged along the head of the other dragon’s cock. He would have gasped, if he could; it almost felt like he was feeling it through his own cock. No, not almost. The next lick confirmed it as he felt that one, almost as if there was a second thing licking him far below. Yet…yet he tasted it, felt the pre oozing over his tongue, smelt it as it got stronger and stronger. [i]Mmmph…but…but you’re…isn’t this…embarrassing?[/i] “It’s not my body that’s doing it. This is for my pleasure.” Teryx chuckled before resuming the job. If Nievuhn had been in charge, he would have gagged as the water dragon forced him down, making him swallow inch after inch of hard, thick, feral cock. He could feel it bulging out his throat, but either Teryx was used to it – unlikely – or the normal rules were suspended. He was able to swallow around it without gagging, and kept on sucking. And he felt every bit of stimulation reflected on his shaft. He moaned, panting, drooling his own pre into the water dragon’s sanctuary, feeling it being washed away with each passing second. His head was bobbed forward faster, harder, his arms and legs wrapping around the feral’s cock. They were made to grind and squeeze to the tempo of his licks, almost like he was being turned into a cock-riding toy. Even that was bounced around, feeling like something was holding his cock and something was holding its cock and all the way down the line. He moaned, he whimpered, he whined… And as he was forced to drag his tongue over the feral’s piss slit one more time, he came. He came, and came, and came, barely able to feel himself being forced head over heels backwards as the feral came with him. Blast after blast, rope after rope of thick, heavy cum plastered him down to the rock, leaving him pinned as if by a water elemental’s most powerful attacks. There was nothing but the feeling of cumming, nothing but the smell of seed in the air. He arched his back, finally feeling some control restored to him, his eyes rolling back as he humped the air as he kept cumming, each orgasm wracked and wrested from him as if from an outside source. The weasel shrank, transforming back to his old form, becoming weak and small once more. When the pleasure faded, and it took a very long time to fade, Nievuhn could barely move. He struggled to open his eyes, turning his body to look at the dragon in the water. Teryx was back in his body alright, licking at his cock and cleaning it. The feral looked much like a dog when he did that, though no dog was so terrifying as that creature was. He blushed, looking away. “You may stare.” “I…I shouldn’t.” “Probably not. You are quite inadequate in comparison, heh.” He blushed, but managed to turn and make himself watch. The dragon continued cleaning himself until he was as fresh as could be, and then lowered himself into the water once more. Nievuhn dragged himself to the edge of the island. “What…uh…what happened?” “The same thing that happened the night before. It is my theory that orgasm forces a separation, preventing a potentially mind-breaking effect from mutual pleasure reverberating and intensifying between two different bodies.” “…I guess that makes sense.” “It does. You may take my word on that. Now.” The dragon looked at him, gold eyes flashing. Nievuhn went quiet, his mind dropping back to the relaxed place. “What to do with you….” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]