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 a little musty, it was just as he’d left it.  

It would take 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 from 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.  Leung 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 enjoy.  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 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.  Leung supposed it wasn’t the first time a CEO was interested in his modest collection of art or antiques.  Still, the urgent nature seemed atypical.  Surely, the word of his wares hadn’t spread so fast 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 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 Hylda, 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 described 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.  It was not only due to the bizarre nature of the situation.  There was something else that Leung couldn’t put his finger on.  Something wasn’t right, but not in the HUMAN sense.  

With trepidation, Leung allowed himself to be led into the elevator.  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 took an eternity to reach the top.  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 might be draconic hormones.   

Even though Leung’s confusion, the 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 look 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, the doors opened, and they stepped into a rather lavish conference room, with the usual large table, posh decorations, and modern furniture designs.  Of most distinction was an expansive statue of an Eastern dragon, contorted around the 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 to the center table.  

Each 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 in 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 his assumption up to 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 explained away as 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.  He wanted to fully let down his illusion and reveal his draconic 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, revealing 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.  Even the frail fabric was enough to stimulate the swelling needs 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 throbbed intensely, 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 those 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 broke 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 his near-by testicles as it began to pump and 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 plates 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.  Not only were his benefactors dragons, but they seemed to know that he was Oberon.  His vast memory knew not of these dragons.  Surely, Oberon should 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,” 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 you had gone or what form the human side had reincarnated into.  Yet the power from your merger 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 rejoining with Leung did not bring them all back.  

“Other than the great power I possessed, and perhaps the loyal followers under my command?” Leung asked, 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 and 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,” 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 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 as we were always meant to,” 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.  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 artifacts.  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.  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, the scent of the burner reached his nose and brought Leung’s memories back to the cave.  So much 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.  

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 extended to their proper length as Leung slowly flexed them.  

The deft hands played over his biceps, melting away the fake flesh for the draconic perfection underneath.  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 take shape. 

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, encouraging his human form to melt and reveal the golden scutes that comprised his underbelly, an armor that kept his innards protected.  

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 extension of his spine as it played over the man’s chest, making the dragon growl with the need to revert. 

With so much cum back in his body, Oberon allowed himself to expand into the proper proportions.  The jism in his veins allowed his muscles to build their 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 forth, 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, encouraging 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, 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 offering.  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.  Rene had not permitted herself to resume her draconic visage in some time.  Her human form was needed for the daily management of the company.  It felt good to give in 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.  The growth appeared more like a dagger than the thicker horns of Oberon’s visage.  Its forward side became accented by a golden edge.  It outstripped 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 on her temples burst forth with a SNAP into bone-like growths.  The two new blue scaled horns swept up her sloping forehead as the exposed white and red scales absorbed the cum of her former disguise.  It seemed as though the bones underneath were swelling to form ridges, their growth fueled by the fluid flesh and the addition of her master’s essence.  A trail of blue and gold scales accented their base as two more blade-like structures tore through and swept upward behind the crimson plates 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 wet POP resonating through his ears reminded him of wings bursting through his own flesh.  The limbs continued to stretch to encompass the other dragons with a CRRRAAAAACCCCKKK as their silvery tips reached behind Hylda, wrapping around the four of them in a protective blanket. 

Oberon was distracted by the now-familiar sensation of dragon cock pressed against the underside of his tail.  Oberon raised it, letting the scaled penis tip touch his pucker as Oberon thrust his hips backward.  Thankfully, his new physiology was sufficient to engage himself in all three sexual actions at once.  He grinned, allowing the anticipation to build 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.  His follower seemed eager to fill his master’s unused hole to Oberon’s content! Oberon marveled at the massive limbs that stretched around them as a single finger burst forth with a POP and started oozing foul-scented fluid.  The cum congealed quickly as it dripped towards the floor, forming the basis of the beast’s new wings.  

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.  Her cum-formed breasts continued to melt as Oberon lapped the supple flesh like a fine wine with a SLURP, savoring the unique, musty flavor.  Never before had he tasted another dragon, and Oberon planned to enjoy it! 

As he teased her flesh with his forked tongue, Oberon could see the fruits of his labor spreading over Hylda’s flattening chest.  Her scutes were orange, trailing down her chest, while black scales accented her bare arms.  Oberon’s tongue absorbed her cum into his glottis, drinking it in to fuel his own power.  He worked over her slowly, lapping away at the faux skin to expose more of her scales. 

Meanwhile, Oberon could feel a forked tongue playing over the ridges of his member, making them flare with the desire to be tied into a mate.  Though a part of him worried the spines might damage Rene’s tongue, the inside of her developing mouth was made of sturdier stuff, and the process had no ill effect.  In fact, her developing dragon’s maw was 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 forced her horn blade to descend and encompass more of her skull.  

Oberon couldn’t help but notice that several of Rene’s protuberances seemed more mechanical in nature than his own features, making him question their 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 cum to pump vigorously from his second heart.  The life-giving seed 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 served as an aura of sorts, an additional sense allowing Oberon to feel a 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 on 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 far deeper than that.  Oberon was aware of their thoughts inside his head and could distinguish them much as he did Oberon’s.  Or… Leung’s? It was sometimes difficult to tell their two halves of himself apart since the merger.  

These three new voices echoed differently in his mind, retaining their individuality, unlike the natural fusion between himself and Oberon.  Underneath 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.  

Oberon allowed his secondary sense to drink in the changes of his charges.  The dragon fucking his tail hole drew his attention as their slick fluids created a steady SLAP.  Oberon felt a certain kinship with Eric, being the only other male of the group.  He enjoyed controlling Eric’s transformation, directly partaking 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 remaining fingers stretched from its base.  Cum flowed from the 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 flesh beautifully.  The silvery skin of the final claw swept over the back of each wing.  Finally, the cum solidified to form his 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.  Their presence would allow added flight muscles to support the muscled frame of Eric’s dragon form.  Oberon could see flight muscles rippling under the skin of Eric’s back, forcing large chunks of cum to fall away with a SPLAT as they melted and sank into crimson scales that shined in the light of the office.  

The ache in his cock as it was sucked off expertly could no longer be ignored and drew Oberon’s focus to the woman working over his maleness.  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 with a CRACK as her rounded skull flattened and swept into her growing jaw.  The blunt muzzle, forked tongue, and squared nostrils gave her a serpentine visage that Oberon found rather fetching.  

Underneath the mushy cum of her cheeks burst an extension of flesh, tearing out at a 90-degree angle.  Its flattened side separated at the tip into rounded edges.  The bright blue sides were accented by lines of white, red, and gold.  They resembled Oberon’s webbed ears, though her actual auditory canals had shrunk into 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 ‘natural’ flesh of her face.  

Every few minutes, Rene’s work was rewarded with a mouthful of Oberon’s cum.  As Rene was pumped full of Oberon’s jism, her 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.  Rene was accustomed to the change from her many years of hiding among humans.  However, the process in the presence of her master was far more pleasurable than anything she had ever experienced!

An audible growl 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 SHRRRIIIPPP 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.  

Her 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 landing on her skin with a SPLAT. 

Rene’s 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 as they developed into armor-like blue shoulder pads, barely covering the bulging blue biceps underneath.  Her reabsorbed seed was forced outward to form thick, blue-shaded armor, their yellowed accents oozing with cum.  The remains of the human mush on her hands were quickly absorbed, 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.  It seemed 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 own physiology, likely due to his 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 their research that remained off the books.  Rene’s goal had been to give herself techno-organic upgrades with the latest human technology.  She fused 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 several new 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 raced towards her altering groin, a vibrant contrast of color to accentuate her sexuality.  The feminine contours of her vulva melted away, rigid plates encircling the opening as Oberon’s own did.  

Rene carried her own pseudo-penis within a wider slit than that of the males.  Its turgid length was leaking its own excitement, its musky fluids falling to the floor with a steady DRIPDRIP.  Oberon found its presence fascinating as he drank in the feminine aroma.  

Once more, Rene’s words resonated in his mind, providing images of her female anatomy.  She indeed possessed ovaries that could be fertilized with eggs when she willed it.  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.  

Oberon sifted through Rene’s memories, feeling almost excited at the potential addition of female reproductive anatomy to his own.  If he could indeed copulate in feminine fashion, he could eventually provide a second generation of offspring to rule his kingdom! The thoughts in response from Rene’s head were obvious.  She was more than happy to provide her master with her ovaries and further serve his glory!

Oberon marveled at Rene’s masculine essence as her own shaft grew as turgid as the one he possessed.  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 scaled back of his benefactor.  Oberon could almost feel his lover’s relief as they stretched skyward, their developing fingers flexing in anticipation with their forming joints.  The golden-nailed digits stretched drastically towards the ground, nearly touching as they reached their proper length.  

From newly formed pores at the base of each finger, a torrent of cum began flowing towards the tips, slowly congealing to fill the entire expanse between each.  Soon, a thin sheen of orange and red webbing formed from the seed of Rene’s body that would comprise her wings and allow her flight.  They were further supported by a set of three fingers protruding from her elbows, spreading through the cum-webbing like spider webs to provide extra joints to work the appendages.  

A second, resounding CRACK drew Oberon’s attention to Rene’s shoulder blades.  The bone within had been thickening the entire time, but the sudden SNAP as the bone split in two once more was startling.  The same crack resonated once more, and a second set of bones burst upward through her skin.  

This set lacked the articulation of an elbow or wrist and did not form a second set of fingers.  The ends split in two, a mechanical separation that reminded Oberon of the armor that donned Rene’s flesh.  The two perfectly square protrusions were only about an inch from the base, yet their purpose escaped him, even as a perfectly circular incision formed in the center.  

They were clearly not part of Rene’s original physiology yet had somehow been adapted to integrate with it, powered by her cum network.  Their edges were adorned with the familiar pattern of scales.  Yet they seemed to be powered with an additional internal energy source.  The heat rising from the tips and culminating the energy overload made Oberon associate them 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, focused on the tips to fire with pinpoint accuracy.  Rene had integrated cannons within herself, more powerful than anything her fire or claws could hope to provide!

Their ability was not limited to such energy emissions, however.  Under the primary articulating cannons housed a set of light generated blades, internally hotter than her dragon flame.  They could extend between her shoulders as a sort of short-ranged weapon while grappling.  From the details Rene provided, they could pierce even the toughest of dragon hide, save Oberon’s own.  Rene did not activate them, thankfully, given their proximity to Oberon’s groin at present!

Rene’s reversion was almost complete, her form far more appealing to Oberon’s psyche.  The infusion of cum had bonded with her spine, pressing outward to aid in the extension of her twitching tail.  Several large spines erupted just past the tail’s base as the thicker, blue armor plates accented its upper side.  The underside of her tail was more organic, with white dragon scales running all the way to the tip.  The tail tip split into two with technorganic plates, forming a bladed weapon in its own right.  Rene was a living weapon, and Oberon grew excited at the prospect of all that she was granting him!

Rene’s stance shifted as her heels extended, and massive claws burst from three of her digits.  The others dissolved into her scales, their disguise no longer required.  Her extended hind legs drastically increased her height from her human visage, though she just barely matched Oberon’s own.  Yet the added size did little to hinder her careful ministrations over the master’s cock.  Rene greedily drank it down, loving the power instilled within her and the initial connection required for the merger ritual.  

Eventually, the newly changed dragon let go of his cock, and Oberon growled, the lack of stimulation to his member interrupting the flow of the orgy.  Yet soon, her handsome muzzle was replaced by the warm, slick inviting tunnel, her turgid rod bouncing against Oberon’s own reminiscent of his initial rut with Leung.  Oberon’s cock was immediately sucked inside with a wet SLURP, his pleasure accumulated by the sensation of a rigid dick rubbing his own.  

Rene’s transition complete, Oberon’s focus turned to the male rutting his tight draconic asshole.  Though the sensations of fucking a female’s sex threatened to be all-consuming, he was able to separate his attention just enough.  Oberon wanted to witness every inch of Eric’s form birthed from its mushy human covering as the male’s cock plowed deeper into Oberon’s folds.  

Eric was pounding his master’s tight tail hole with reckless abandon, forcing his own cock to revert.  Oberon could feel every inch growing to proper draconic proportions, forcefully expanding his insides.  Its girth formed familiar ridges, stimulating the master dragon’s tough, inner walls and elicited a hiss as Oberon continued to control the pace of their shared orgy.  

By now, Oberon was orgasming at regular intervals into Rene’s cunt, and her own modest semen was being injected into Oberon’s own sexual slit.  The more cum he and Rene exchanged, the faster Oberon’s second heart pumped jism, forcing the excess cum through his entire body.  Sufficient seed pooling within his rectum, the fluid mixed with Eric’s own, forcing his body to revert even faster and causing the soon-to-be dragon to roar his ecstasy.  

The faster Eric pumped, the quicker his cum-flesh dissolved off his skin to reveal white scutes underneath.  The plates extended under former human muscle tone, the liquid jism fading into the spaces between the scales until it formed a protective underbelly.  Each scute grew thicker, more projected as they rose towards the human chest and 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 protrusions were bumpy, a rough saurian covering that seemed to extend all the way down Eric’s sides and up to his neck.  

The cum-skin covering his shoulders started to crack as powerful muscles were forced to swell beyond human confines.  Even the elasticity of the cum-skin that hid Eric’s form was no match for the force of such powerful muscles.  It was torn apart in large chunks as more magnificent crimson scales peeled through.  

A loud POP resonated in the hall as Eric’s human forearms and hands succumbed to the draconic growth underneath.  His talons birthed bloodlessly from all five fingers as he flexed them a few times, eager for their returned strength.  His palms expanded to mammoth proportions, and, excitedly, Eric shared an image into Oberon’s mind.  Eric possessed a mighty lance crafted in ancient times and was enhanced with Rene’s research.  Eric’s pride, he referred to it by the moniker ‘Ambrosius’.  Oberon sent a silent nod of approval that made Eric desire to fuck his master harder to show his thanks!

As Eric thusted more insistently into his master’s bowels, 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 as 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, whose sworn duty was to serve his true master,

The changes continued down Eric’s legs as the seminal system fueled his muscles’ rapid expansion.  Eric’s stance was heightened by his stretching heels, forcing him to readjust himself in his mate.  Yet Eric still remained firmly in his master’s bowels.  Oberon’s tight pucker was not willing to let go of its prize! 

Eric came several times in Oberon’s fuck hole, with only a brief refractory period to allow the production of his 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 his mushy cum-skin.  

The scales running down his chest spread over the flesh of his groin, all traces of the human skin and hair eroding away to make way for his crotch plates.  Eric’s testicles were enveloped inside already, swollen in his master’s presence.  Excess semen flowing from Oberon’s abused hole fueled their expansion, as they grew almost painfully full.  

Groin bathed in semen, Eric could feel his spine unfuse, the cum in his system fueling its extension.  The growth rippled with muscle and bone as red-scaled flesh rushed along its surface.  The white scutes on his belly crawled down its underside, while crimson glory worked its way over the back.  

Excited, Eric swished his tail back and forth for the first time in ages.  Cum leaked along its surface and was forced into spines that erupted along half the new growth’s length.  Eric’s tail lay flat behind him, trashing on the ground like an eager serpent on the hunt.  To top off its elegance, a golden bladed tip erupted from the end.  Its presence accenting the points of Eric’s wings rather well.  

Ripples of ecstasy rose up Eric’s back, making him tremble as more cum oozed from the base of his wings.  Their fervent flapping washed all four rutting dragons with cum like a shower of sorts, landing on each of them with a steady drip.  In their lust-fueled haze, the excess cum went unnoticed, simply absorbing into their scales.  

Eric released a proud draconic roar through his still-human mouth, even as his jaw was adorned with the beginnings of massive fangs.  Reflexively, he stretched his wings as his reversion forced them to grow to their proper size.  They were vast, twice the size of his true body.  As the cum forming their webbing began to congeal, several tears rippled across the width of his wings, akin to battle scars.  Eric seemed to prefer their presence, giving his body more character. 

The remnant cum-skin peeled all the way down to Eric’s feet, exposing rough, crimson scales adorned with gem-like hardened jism.  His hips sank into the flanks of his larger 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 with three massive white and golden talons digging into the floor.  

At last, Eric’s visage was allowed to resume the form eagerly waiting just underneath.  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.  Exposed teeth erupted all the way down the expanding mouth to mark his draconic ferocity.  

Gone was the human-shaped skull dome, as his entire head flowed outward to 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 remained forward-facing, like the deadly predator he was.  

A series of spines burst out of his thickening neck, running down the length.  Cum flowed from his scales and spread up in between each, mimicking the webbing that formed his wings.  The spines ran down to just above his shoulders, deep red as a translucent, crimson webbing filled their gaps to create a webbed fin of sorts.  They formed a fetching set of frills as the rest of Eric’s features filled out.  

Strings of cum 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.  Its base was half the diameter of his nose.  It was soon joined by two, much smaller protrusions, poking up from the skin below 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 a ‘SHRRRRIIIP’! Fueled by the dissolving cum, they began wriggling of their own accord, their bases expanding to encompass every inch of Eric’s chin as their bases touched.  

Forming a crown of sorts, the tendrils ran up to Eric’s human ears, which were also beginning to protrude, separating into three distinct lines filled with jism.  The waving tendrils stopped just before the fin around the flesh that had once been his ear.  The cum-venous system under his tongue reached out into each of the tendrils 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 through the back of his head with a ‘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 gift from Rene. 

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 formed 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, pleasured growl at once more having a third perspective on the world.   

Hylda, meanwhile, enjoyed having her melting cum drunk fervently by her master, each lap allowing more of her dragon self to show through.  Black scales radiated 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, unlike the other two dragons, was slowed by the lack of direct cum-exchange between her and Oberon.  Judging from Hylda’s emotions, however, she seemed to prefer a more gradual regression.  She had yet to initiate sexual contact, a sort of tease for her master that Oberon found oddly arousing.  

A low growl resonated as Hylda’s chest plates became exposed to the air, 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.  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, 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.  Grinning, she allowed her front paws to settle on Oberon’s shoulders, stabilizing 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.  

Rivulets of cum were drawn out of Hylda’s body as the exposed black-scaled flesh started to ripple with the formation of draconic muscle and bone.  Cracks resonated through her torso as her hips grew flattened and sank into her belly.  Her ass cheeks 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 balls of her feet grew wide, thick with scales to allow her weight to balance on the paws.  Even the smallest bit of cum from her torn flesh was registered before being drawn into her flesh.  

The same, scar-like blue lines glowed from her lower legs, formed by her cum-venous system, and were a sign of the magic she had spent centuries perfecting.  Oberon sensed that it was her gathered energies that would trigger the ritual and cement the merger.  With science, strength, and magic, it was thrilling to see the fruits of the effort all three had undergone 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 feminine draconic penis.  Its drooling, reddened trip reached towards the ground as it continued to lengthen from the wider female slit.  The stench was intoxicating, and Oberon growled his need.  He desperately wanted to suck that cock that was offered willingly!

Sensing her master’s desires, Hylda slowly crawled her expansive bulk up his shoulders, the task made somewhat difficult with her thick wrists and animalistic appendages.  Still, with the help of Oberon’s bulging muscles, he was able to grip her sides and hold her erect 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.  A thick 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 exchanged between the four of them that it fell onto the ground with a series of ‘SPLATS’, allowing the vessel underneath to fill and start to glow.  Oberon grew excited at that, knowing that the spell would soon begin and their merger could commence in earnest!

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.  Oberon was currently unable to raise his head, still entranced by that salty flavor invading his maw.  Yet the other three dragons could look in his stead, and Oberon was able to see through their eyes as well as they could perceive.  

The sight emanating from the ceiling was truly one to behold.  The very foundation began to shake as the stone dragon started to tear itself away with a sharp ‘CRACK’.  The petrified beast, one that Oberon had assumed was a simple statue, twitched and writhed on its own power.  Its body curved around as it pulled itself away from the supports holding it to the ceiling.  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, sparking his curiosity.  Were there other forms of dragons in existence? 

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 outward, 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 with the current ritual but had no way to be sure.  An excited tone in her thoughts caught Oberon’s attention, but his focus was torn in too many directions to give it too much thought.  

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 glowed a lighter yellow, distinct from the scales across its body.  The ridges along its back were a deep crimson.  It was a beautiful contrast to the gold that covered much of 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 horned-crown, its visage was a sight to behold.  

Oberon attempted to return his focus to their own ritual, yet, 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.  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 onlooker, 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 was leaking 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 capability.  

More of the Eastern dragon’s cum pooled around the legs and feet of the four rutting dragons.  Oberon could feel the contact with the sticky fluid sending a shock through his body.  

The pooling jism suddenly reached out from the ground, forming what almost appeared to be thickening tendrils.  It seemed to react to their presence, almost like a living organism, or perhaps an extension of the Eastern dragon’s body.  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.  

Unlike the fluid jism that seemed to comprise them, the tendrils that pierced Eric’s rectum quickly became 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 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 the connection 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 radiantly.  Oberon had been unsure, but the form of the Eastern dragon’s penis confirmed the beast was indeed male or the equivalent of such in dragon physiology. 

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, their physiologies allowed rapid repair of the skin around the points of the tendrils’ insertion.  Any agony they felt was soon erased from the intimacy of the intrusion!

Suddenly growing thicker from their base, the cum-tendrils effortlessly lifted all four dragons into the air.  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, and Hylda’s cock flared in his muzzle as he drew it deeper down his throat.  

The injection of such power allowed Hylda’s final changes to take hold.  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, nearly touching the worn concrete of the ceiling.  Cum oozed from the insides of her fingers, dripping to pool with the jism on the floor as sufficient seed congealed between the spaces 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 support.  The scutes from her belly continued upward towards her chin, while a series of short, red spikes 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 form.  Right above them, a second set of eyes erupted, the flesh fading into lenses that blinked back and forth as her vision adjusted.  The rounded skull of her cranium began to stretch, flowing into the 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 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 went 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.  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 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 and melded it into their forms.  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 now that their proportions could accommodate the excess cum.  Their secondary veins rerouted the jism to bathe their muscles, bones, and bodies with the magic-inducing semen.  

Despite their increase in mass, the tentacles holding them up were not strained.  Their thick bases were easily able to hold all four dragons aloft as they expanded.  Oberon was thankful his servants had seen it fit to provide such a large space for their merger! Though it was impossible to know this was a potential result, they truly had prepared for every inevitably!

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, 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.  Though she ultimately wished to return to a draconic form, the added semen to her mid-transformed state had made the process almost painful! With the power that had been infused with her body, there was no holding it back as her chest became more expansive.  

Yet, her head did not seem to match her body, even as its growth slowed down.  It 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 tore 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 orange scutes on the underside, accented by black scales that ran all the way to the tips of the growths.  A wet ‘SSSLLLLUUUUPPPP’ proceeded with the extension of reddened spines along the backs.  Cum moved to fill in the gaps until a matching set of fins adorned her developing new necks. 

It was the apex of the growths that really drew Oberon’s notice as they started to violently twitch.  A gaping hole split across each, grinning lewdly as cum-dripping fangs burst forth.  The tissue underneath began to soften, moistening into pink gums.  A new growth started writhing from the floor of each muzzle, thinning into a forked tongue.  Any remnants of cum pooled below the twitching reptilian tongues, soaking into the glottis that had formed underneath.  

The apex of the growths started to swell, a muzzle pushing out from each and taking the new mouths along with them.  Two pairs of eyes on each extension blinked above Hylda’s protruding muzzle, widening to take in the world from their vantage points.  Two thick horns wetly popped from the back of each head as her sloped skulls took shape.  Twitching ears and flared nostrils drank in the room, moving in tandem with the organs on what Oberon was starting to realize was her primary head. 

Muscle and bone continued to swell 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! Staring at her elegant, completed body, Oberon enjoyed the lovely glow of the cum-fueled ruins that aided her magic.  Like Rene’s technological advances, Hylda aspired to learn ancient magics for more ways to improve upon draconic physiology.  Her thoughts told Oberon this far better than any words could; it was her wish for him to make use of her talents!

By now, the infusion of foreign cum had all four dragons standing over 4 meters high, not accounting for the length of their wings and tails.  The candle in the center of their rut glowed brightly, now housing more than sufficient power needed for the ritual.  Oberon had no idea how to proceed, but the three around him did.  Oberon sensed from each of them that now, he needed to do nothing but to allow the incantation to happen.  

Oberon could feel a heat rising from Eric as his cock started to work itself even further into his bowels.  At first, it seemed as though Eric was pushing himself to the hilt.  Then he forced itself beyond that, impossibly deep and pressing into Oberon’s prostate.  Oberon hoped Eric was not in pain from an awkward position but then realized the scales around his crotch merging with the plates around Oberon’s anus.  The process had begun!

As more of Eric’s brilliant, crimson hide slid effortlessly into Oberon’s backside, their cum veins started to link wherever they came into contact with each other.  This allowed the essence of both dragons to come together as the physical merger continued.  The fusion forced them to merge effortlessly as though their flesh was meant to be joined.  He could hear a hiss from the dragon above him, showing Eric was just as excited about the process as Oberon!

As if in response, Hylda’s body began to ripple, her massive hydra form apparently accumulating excess jism from their rut and the Eastern dragon.  It began to pour from her black scales in torrents, threatening to leak onto the ground to combine with the Eastern dragon’s own cum.  Yet, most of it remained on her flesh, and soon, it took on the shape of those same tentacles that kept them all aloft.  It seemed Hylda had taken that concept and made it her own as her part of the merger!

The tendrils waved in the air, motile, and fluid as they searched for a target.  Sensing the presence of the other beasts, they quickly bore into their skin.  It was more painful than the Eastern dragon’s intrusion; Hylda’s cum was thick, almost 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 aiding their merger, setting the pace of the final ritual they would each use to truly serve their master!

Meanwhile, Eric’s flesh pushed inward towards Oberon’s back 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 with their counterparts to perfect the merger.  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 from the extra mass.  

Eric’s penis was now impossibly far inside Oberon’s rectum, the flesh forcing its way towards Oberon’s own genitals.  Oberon could feel every inch of Eric’s member stimulating his prostate as Oberon’s body readjusted to make room.  The penile flesh was literally stuck to the insides of Oberon’s anus now, hollowing it out as it sought its other half in Oberon’s own shaft.  The crimson 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 their connection worked both ways, allowing each dragon to experience the sensory pleasure of the other.  Eric found the sensations 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 member was Eric’s now, as attached to him as his own phallus.  That same member was still in the throes of mating with Rene, 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.  He craved both dragons inside of him, to take their power and knowledge and use them as he saw fit.  Both dragons felt immense satisfaction at the words from their master.  They were his to take, and nothing could surpass the fulfillment of serving that function at long last.  

Scales having parted and merged, now 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.  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 excess 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.  A newer cock head took shape underneath, far fatter than anything Oberon could have envisioned on his own body.  Oberon grew excited, blasting another spurt of thick cum into Rene’s slit.  Soon, he would wield a penis twice its current size!

Meanwhile, Eric’s massive knot tore from inside Oberon’s slit, adding its girth to Oberon’s own.  The bottom surface of Oberon’s cock was sheared apart by the throbbing ridges underneath.  Additional veins pumped jism into the engorged organ.  The remnants of flesh surrounding Oberon’s former cock fell on the floor to dissolve into the cum-pool still present.  

“RRRAAAWWW… MY COCK! SO… BIG!” Oberon cried out with a mix of pain and delight in his voice.  Never had he felt such a contrast of agony and pleasure.  It was far different from his merger with Leung; the two were meant to be one.  These other dragons were foreign to him but promised to be one with his body when the process was over!

The sensation of another phallus against his own drew his attention to Rene.  She had already readjusted her stance, turning around while keeping Oberon’s much larger cock inside of her.  The position was necessary to merge into her master from his front side.  From how far the massive member had stretched her open, it was likely impossible for her to dislodge even if she wanted.  

The reorientation process allowed Oberon’s penis to sit above Rene’s while his cock still fucked her slit from underneath.  The warm flesh of each phallus aligned as the bottom of Oberon’s dick merged with Rene’s.  The tip of Rene’s eager member attempted to stretch to meet Oberon’s larger glans, fueled by excess cum as well as her own eagerness.  It was more erotic than any of their copulations thus far!

Desperate for every bit of pleasure he could gain, Oberon reached down with a massive clawed hand to stroke the tip, gingerly teasing his new girth.  He savored the brief sensation before playing over his cock with gusto, amazed at how difficult it was to grasp its new circumference.  It was far more sensitive than anything he had felt thus far!

A shock ran through Oberon’s penis as it forced itself further into Rene’s own.  The heated flesh parted to take her cock inside before its girth was added to his.  The sensation of Oberon’s swelling cock tearing at its old skin once more was all-encompassing.  His urethra oozed thick, syrupy fluids into Rene’s cunt as more of the fused, bulging red flesh burst through.  Oberon’s bulge pushed out relentlessly from his slit, tearing at his skin almost painfully as his body readjusted to accommodate its new girth.  

Rene, whose clit was now fully inside her master’s penis, felt the surge of Oberon’s fluid through her former sex.  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! 

Each dragon felt every iota of sensation as Oberon continued to jerk himself, solidifying the merger.  He kept his hands firmly on his dick all the while, rubbing away the useless skin to reveal the new cock that Rene had granted him.  It was magnificent, three times its former size or perhaps larger.  Each inch that fell sent waves of bliss through his cock, bringing him even closer to a blessed release.  

Though he wanted nothing more than to hold back, Oberon had no chance as even the briefest touch threatened to send him over the edge.  There was no point resisting.  Oberon allowed himself to give in fully to the pleasure, feeling all the jism in his body centering on a cock that was more than adequate to blow that load!

“RRRAAAAWWW… AAGGGGGHHHHHH!” Oberon roared, a mix of pain and pleasure that was soon joined by both his servants in unison.  The roar shook the entire building as torrents of jism poured onto the floor, merging with the cum weeping from the Eastern dragon’s body and nearly changing its color from the sheer quantity added!

The pressure of the release was far too much for Oberon’s overwhelmed psyche.  Vision whiting out, he felt his mind floating away, on another plane of existence from the sheer overload of sensation.  It felt like several thousand years before he came to.  Though in reality, it was only a few minutes.  The Eastern dragon was still circling around them, his cum tendrils holding them aloft as Oberon’s servants came to as well, as lost to the release as he was. 

Release out of the way, the merger could continue unhindered.  Rene’s tail was forced beneath Oberon’s own as her back was 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 aside in preparation.  Her arms froze reflexively as their flesh brushed the crimson muscles of her master, their brilliant colors melding with 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 went even beyond the size granted by the Eastern dragon, threatening to excel him beyond the room if it kept at this rate! He would be a massive, magnificent beast, especially if the Eastern dragon was to merge with them all, as well. 

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 if 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.  Oberon could feel the warrior dragon’s belly moving towards his own as though it belonged inside Oberon.  Similarly.  Rene’s back was drawn into Oberon’s stomach, both dragons soon to be as much a part of Oberon’s physiology as his own.  

Soon, their organs started touching Oberon’s own from both front and back, making them swell to fuel the massive beast he was becoming.  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 each dragon’s penetration fueled their expansion.  His stomach gurgled as acids from three beings interacted at once, but the cum that still filled their bellies quickly 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 its root, and both appendages started joining from the base like a zipper.  Though Eric’s limb was much longer, he could still perceive it merging with Oberon’s tail 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 at the end remained intact as his mighty tail thrashed its excitement.  

Next, Rene’s tail was brought between his loins, its colored tip proceeding to blend from the bottom of Oberon’s.  The white scales at the base slid to merge with Oberon’s crimson as the entire appendage was thickened from the third tail.  Its length and flexibility were primarily influenced by Eric’s addition, and it swept far past the table, almost reaching 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, suddenly tore through Oberon’s physiology.  He took a moment to marvel at the marked difference between his physiology and their presence.  It was impossible to deny how good they felt to possess, despite their foreign origin.  

The cold metal stretched well above each of their heads, almost touching the ceiling as the tips started to channel a surge of current flowing between them.  Their metal retained all of Rene’s former colors as the tips expanded to better contain the additional energy provided from Oberon’s body.  Their bases formed a sort of ball joint that Oberon could use to move the ‘cannons’ in almost any direction, even between his shoulder blades.  He wanted to test-fire them but dared not from fear of destroying the building!

Accentuated by Rene’s former cannons, the blades flared to life as Oberon worked to learn how to operate the foreign additions.  They, too, had extended from the new machinery, rotating 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 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 into Oberon’s flesh, and the outside of each leg was drawn 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. 

Rene’s legs stiffened as they pushed together with her master’s, the flesh sinking in and adding their mass and 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 just under the surface.  Granting Oberon a protective covering, they became accented with the same red, orange, and blue of Rene’s skin, bleeding into the red scales of Oberon’s form. 

“GGGGRRRRRR…” moaned Oberon, loving the swelling muscle in his limbs as they increased both his stance and stature.  

Everything above Rene’s heels had fused with Oberon’s own by this point, removing any autonomy Rene held over the limbs.  All that remained were 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, enjoying the warmth of the merger flowing up his legs.  

Each toe lined up in sequence, the three claws almost digging painfully into Oberon’s foot before sinking inside.  Rene winced, though soon grew accustomed to the sensations of the red talons fusing with her own.  Their new, massive claws dug into the floor as the steel-like nails swelled to twice their size.  Oberon moaned a little from the sensation of her rear talon merging with his heel bone.  It gave 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 own 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, desperate for the added strength they might add.  Oberon was becoming addicted to the sensations of growth that a merger could grant! 

Eric twitched his toes a final time before they sank into Oberon’s.  The swelling flesh made it impossible for either to move them until the new claws reshaped enough to allow a modicum of dexterity.  Rough patterned scales formed over the surface of Oberon’s feet as Eric’s own 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 muscle mass.  The short wings on Eric’s arms remained present, integrating into Oberon’s own physiology. 

His 5 fingers lined up perfectly with Oberon’s, and soon, the tips of each touched and elicited a now-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.  

A lovely warmth flowed through the digits as the phalanges of Oberon’s bones stretched to meet Eric’s as their new combined fingers took shape.  The keratin of Oberon’s smaller claws melded into Eric’s as they expanded from the intrusion, golden tips 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 Oberon’s hands as he felt them reflexively stiffen.  Her pads touched him as they began to sink inside from the back.  Her digits were much smaller now, their white flesh easily absorbed into the crimson of her master.  The bones and tissues merged seamlessly and added their mass to his own. 

Next, 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 them, making her added armor tight before it could stretch 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 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 relatively gigantic, silvered accent of Eric’s, turning it yellow but allowing it to retain its size.  Their long, spindly fingers stiffened to fuse all the way to the golden tips, Eric’s silver overtaken by Oberon’s yellow.  

Directly proceeding, Rene’s primary wings connected with the new mass to add their influence.  Yet, it was the second set of wing-limbs that drew Oberon’s attention.  Their fingers formed a webbing that fused with Oberon’s spine.  He shivered, unaccustomed to the added appendages even after all that had happened to his once-human form. 

Just then, 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 Oberon’s fused wing-thumbs, running between the fingers all the way to the tips of each.  So much latex cum was forced through that it landed on the floor with a series of wet PLOPS.  It was quickly reabsorbed by the Eastern dragon’s fluid, redirected into the tendrils. 

The latex cum dripping down Oberon’s wings quickly started to congeal, forming reddish-orange scaled patterns all the way down to its fingertips.  In reflex, Oberon flapped the new appendages, feeling all four move in tandem 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 dragons, fueling their merger as what remained of Eric’s and Rene’s torsos finished folding into either side of their master.  The latex infusion accelerated the fusion 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 Rene and Eric roared while they still retained 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.  

At that, his head was forced forward, prepared to merge with the back of Oberon’s.  The tendrils surrounding Eric’s face extended reflexively, connecting with Oberon’s jaw with a SPLAT.  Oberon moaned sensually as his face was pumped full of what remained of Eric’s jism before the merger concluded.  

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.  The tendrils held their heads in place, allowing Eric’s head to be fully engulfed.  

“RRRAAAAKKKE MMMEEE!” he roared, a final declaration to the world before he lost the ability.  

Eric could no longer move his jaws independently.  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’s eyes as his brain started to shut down.  He now existed as a separate consciousness within Oberon, a ‘dragonality’ to assist in motor and body control when its final form was solidified.  

As Eric’s head pushed into his scalp, Oberon could feel his own 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 olfactory ability. 

Oberon could feel the edges of his muzzle stretching forward as Eric’s jaw crept seamlessly forward within his skull.  His tongue twitched as a second was forced from the back of his skull to be inside his own.  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. 

Oberon winced, his eyes being squeezed shut as Eric’s own merged with his.  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.  A strange sensation erupted atop Oberon’s forehead as Eric’s third eye popped from his flesh like a zit.  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 massive adornment having melted into his nose.  It rose upward, drawing Oberon’s gaze to settle on the sight of the golden horn accenting his glory.  

Eric’s former scalp was now nearly fully 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 his secondary hearts.  His flexible tongue teased the base of his glottis, 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 ‘CRUNCH’, 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 warrior.  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 observed a series of bumps opening around his lower jaw.  He instantly knew what they were, having felt their touch as Eric’s head had merged with his.  As if willing them into existence, the three sets of tendrils alongside Oberon’s cheeks opened up, writhing of their own accord as they grew to proper form.  Oberon experimented with the new appendages, loving how they felt as they filled with cum. 

Rene’s neck, which had rotated to align perfectly with Oberon’s chest, began zipping from the base of Oberon’s, the flesh merging 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 muzzle was sufficient to engulf his servant’s head as it was pulled inside his own.  Her massive horns presented a little bit of a problem, though they quickly melted away into cum with a slick ‘SLURP’.  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 its 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 across his cheeks.  The base of his horn extended with the introduction of Rene’s own.  Its upper surface turned blue towards 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 were finally released with a moan from the master dragon.  All three of Hylda’s heads grinned as she turned around, her ample backside on full display.  

“RRRRAAAARRRRWWWW… YESSS… JOIN ME!” Oberon roared 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 forced inside, threatening to tear his urethra.  Something so thick should have been impossible for his member to engulf.  Yet, it seemed as though his body was melting Hylda’s enveloped form, her mass dissolving into the black latex that had composed the tendrils pumping into them during the merger.  Was that their purpose, to prepare Oberon for this eventuality?

To his detriment, it seemed as though Hylda’s body could not fully dissolve as it prepared to be absorbed into Oberon’s system.  The still-warm draconic flesh nearly tore his penis from the inside as it was forced inside him by Hylda’s merger and magic.  Though it should have been painful, Oberon couldn’t help but feel a pleasant swelling in his shaft, running all the way down into his testicles and even his prostate.  Oberon could not have imagined experiencing that much pleasure from such a process!

As more of Hylda’s tail forced its way inside, Oberon could feel a corresponding tingling in his own backside.  It seemed as though the soft, pliable fluid of Hylda’s body was pumping itself directly towards Oberon’s tail, making it swell from the added matter.  The flesh at the tip started to bubble visibly as more vertebrae were added.  His scales darkened, serving as a sign that her body was being taken up for his own!

“MY… TOO MUCH… CAN’T…” Oberon’s voice boomed, the agony of 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 circling him and was now curled against one corner of the room.  His long tongue had reached out and was teasing the cum-stained contours of Oberon’s 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, as though studying the massive dragon they had helped to create.  Oberon was not prepared for them to suddenly plunge themselves into the flesh around his 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 and forcing his pucker to swell.  

Oberon was not expecting the Eastern dragon’s head to join them.  Yet, Oberon’s back door was opened up fully.  Oberon felt his pucker being tantalized seconds before the Eastern dragon’s head forced its way inside, his whickers teasing the fringes of Oberon’s rectum.  

Soon, the Eastern dragon’s entire head was inserted into Oberon’s intestines.  Yet, it still continued to work its way further inside.  Oberon was much more massive in his new form, but even the increase in size was not enough to allow such a beast to easily penetrate him in such an intimate manner. 

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 that latex substance and forced directly into Oberon’s body!

Though the Eastern dragon’s head was eventually dissolved into latex to merge with Oberon’s body, it had still forced itself a significant way into Oberon’s bowels before doing so.  It threatened to rip them from the inside from the sheer size of the beast! The pain was now familiar, however, and carried with it some semblance of pleasure.  A rumble reverberated through Oberon’s muzzle as he felt that exquisite sensation against his insides as both dragons forcibly pushed their bodies inside their new master.  

Oberon had no idea why 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.  He was already so large, and the sensation of creatures bulging against his insides reminded him of the cum inflation he had experienced before the merger began.  The pain was soon dulled by the pleasure of his inner 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 line up with Oberon’s cock.  Oberon’s piss-slit seemed to widen in response to receiving something so large.  It seemed impossible his urethra had enough elasticity to take a dragon’s haunches inside of him.  Yet whatever magic Hylda was using allowing the process to continue unhindered!

More of the pliable latex fluid pumped into Oberon’s hips and back, finally allowing it to swell to accommodate the Eastern dragon’s intrusion.  Oberon’s back was stretched beyond the contours of the rest of his body until black latex started to leak from inside his scales.  Yet, the more of her pliable flesh was absorbed, the easier it became for his body to accommodate the intrusion. 

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.  What remained of her wings folded towards her torso to be pulled in along with her back.  As much flesh that could feasibly fit into Oberon’s urethra was pulled inside before his physiology could prepare it for integration.  

Hylda’s bones and flesh and muscle all melted into the black latex taken into Oberon’s body to fuel its growth to his final form.  He could feel the semi-solid substance entering his wings, leaving their general shape intact while causing them to grow nearly twice their size, just before the flesh on his back swelled to take them in.  

Similarly, the Eastern dragon’s expansive body was 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 would thus lack the cognitive capabilities to pursue such a merger.  But despite Oberon’s preconceived notions, the dragon’s lower body seemed to force its way further inside Oberon’s anus without a head to guide it.  

As he continued through Oberon’s rear entrance, the Eastern dragon’s body dissolved, 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 to their ritual? All Oberon knew was that the sensation of the serpentine body melting inside of him was exquisite.  

Meanwhile, Hylda’s chest, her stomach, and organs all melted into thick latex that continued to ooze its way inside Oberon’s penis.  All of her bodily systems transitioned seamlessly, keeping her functional as Oberon’s cum-system took over her life functions.  Oberon’s chest barely had time to swell before the semi-solid latex bathed his fluids in Hyla’s life-force, enhancing them with several layers of functionality with the added room her influence provided.  

Arms stiffened, shoulders hunched, and legs retracted into Hylda’s hips before being sucked inside.  Though taking in her mass was painful, Oberon nonetheless resisted the urge to end it, deriving as much pleasure as possible through the process as the largest parts of Hylda’s anatomy made their way through.  

Every inch of Hylda’s form forced Oberon to bulk up even further.  The added latex and jism pressed almost painfully against his flesh, making it bulge out with leaking cum.  Oberon felt bloated, his body being pumped full of Hylda’s before his own could accommodate.  The shade of his skin darkened from her influence but still maintained its primary red accents.  However, some of Hylda’s bluish patterns glowed from beneath the scales on his legs and arms.  It seemed she intended to bestow her runes upon Oberon’s form!

Oberon trembled as the liquid latex puffed into his hands, visibly pumping through the cum-veins until they reached the tips of his fingers.  His skin being forcibly swollen until the latex reached its final destination was like a prelude to Oberon’s final size.  

By now, all that was left of Hylda was her heads, necks, and groin.  Her 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-slit being stretched impossibly far as all three necks were yanked backward 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 ‘PLOP!’

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 Eastern dragon’s influence, 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 her 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 his urethra and vas deferens.  

“GGGRRRRR…” Oberon muttered, the feelings more sensual that he could have fathomed.  

Yet, even after Hylda should have been fully integrated, the pleasurable sensations ebbing from Oberon’s penis had not abated.  In fact, he could sense a greater 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 slowly being pulled apart as each separate member swelled even larger than the initial penis.  They continued to distend, running all the way to the base as the waves of pleasure reached his prostate and through his entire, massive frame.  Lost in a lust-fueled reverie, 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 member’s mutation, Oberon was almost oblivious to the feelings of throbbing ebbing from his skull.  The remains of Hylda’s thick, fluid latex were spreading through his body slowly, forcing their way through his neck and into his cranium.  The sheer volume was enough to stretch at his skin, swelling it to keep up!

The dull throbbing soon erupted into a splitting headache, and he was forced to lift his claws from his cock to hold his head in place.  To his shock, 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! It was as though his head could not handle the quantity of latex that Hylda was forcing through him!

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.  The sheer volume of the liquid latex forced it through his skin in some places, dripping down his neck until his body grew to allow the black fluid to be reabsorbed.  

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 own perspective.  Each new protrusion developed lips as the surfaces of wrinkled gums 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 new maw and began to flare reflexively.  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 through the mind’s eye of his subordinates, doing so from his own perspective was daunting!

The minds of each new head began to open as their brains gained functionality, though not separate from Oberon’s own, as he might have expected.  Rather, his own consciousness flowed into each, giving him control of their facilities.  Oberon had wondered if they would contain the minds of the others in his body, but they were as much a part of him as was his own head, now his center, he realized.  

Their developing craniums started to shape up as new horns burst forth.  One birthed at the tip of each nose, and several down the back and neck matched Oberon’s counterparts in the center.  Accentuated with the same vibrant colors, his scales gleamed as they ripped apart the remaining sinew and cum that coated them.  Even the cum-filled tendrils gifted him by Eric began sprouting from each chin, writhing their excitement to be birthed.  

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, it was soon as though he’d been born with them.  It seemed her dragonility provided 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.  For a moment, Oberon feared they might be additional heads.  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 his jaws as their new necks stretched even further than his own heads. 

Oberon quickly recognized the Eastern dragon’s influence in the bizarre appendages, finally learning how the dragon had influenced Oberon’s final form.  He took a few moments to explore 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 he wished, giving Oberon 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 a force to be reckoned with.  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 was 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.  

Oberon 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 feel their master’s own pleasure second hand. 

Oberon’s 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, drawing them 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 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 than had even been spilled by the Eastern dragon’s pores was pumped into his gullet, filling his belly and making it distend before his body could absorb it.  

His entire body 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.  Each was 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 the 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, with 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.   

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 plates 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 servant. 

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-may I serve you?” the smaller creature stuttered, obviously taking a moment to get used to Oberon as the new head of the company.  

At the sight of his, a 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 Eastern 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 Oberon 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!

 “Y-yes, my… my master!” The dragon stammered, 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.  

Oberon wasn’t sure how to use the new appendage, but the Eastern dragon did.  With a sudden strike, the appendage unfurled 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 sensation at the hollow tip.  The edges grew 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.  It was 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 outer 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 blending 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 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 they were 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 phallus, the 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.  Yet, 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 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.  Though he was robbed of those abilities, for now, he could easily reacquire them when the need arose, and he reverted to his now-true form.  

The many horns on his head all slid together into one, their edges patterned to mimic the Eastern dragon that had allowed Oberon this new ability.  A single pair of ears remained, pointed, and more canine than his other features.  

As Oberon changed and shrank, the excess cum engulfing him congealed to form a thick, outer latex layer, not unlike that secreted from the former Hylda’s body.  The result forced everything covering his flesh to be put under high pressure.  Oberon could feel how irritating the compression was, though even his best efforts could not prevent some of it from leaking out of his skin.  It was extremely uncomfortable having it contained in a form that was one-tenth of his size!

Despite the confinement, he allowed himself to enjoy the features he’d granted his body via his servant’s absorption.  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.  Fur grew out around his muzzle, thickening into a rather fetching equine-like mane! Excitedly, 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 was rather blunt, in comparison to his former visage, so much so that his large canines jutted out.  There was a confidence in his smirk, the knowledge that he was more powerful than a dragon his size should be.  He could not return to Oberon’s smaller, original 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 body.   

His claws were black now, protruding out of dexterous, 5-fingered hands.  A muscled chest and abs rippled over his form, leaving him with the physic beyond any human bodybuilder.  His wings thinned, their cum congealing into a thin layer that his extra arms were able to cover him with like a cloak.  His long tail flicked behind him, waving back and forth with feathered hairs that granted him a more Asian look.  Many of his features seemed to mimic his Eastern dragon benefactor, which 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!

Oberon 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.  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.  It was a far much easier endeavor in his smaller form.  The cum covering him continued to compress his body, forcing his draconic features into the former Leung’s body, one he now seemed to view as a shell.  

It was extremely confining, having so much of his body wrapped up in the liquid latex required to maintain a human shape.  His wings, his tail, and his claws were pushed uncomfortably tight.  It was akin to being a package prepared to be mailed! Oberon realized with a thought, the latex would break apart to resume his more natural form.  He knew with certainty that it would be little effort to revert once in the safety of this chamber.  

Oberon quickly 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 of a design he’d seen one of his former servants wearing.  How fitting for the powerful form he now had!

As though responding to his thoughts, part of the cum-flesh covering him started to darken and alter to the consistency of a human business suit.  Soon, he had the appearance of a well-dressed man fresh out of the dressing room! It was as much a part of the disguise as the fake flesh of the human Leung, though impossible for a layperson to distinguish.  His new body had many abilities, indeed!

The powerful, new Oberon walked out into the lobby, the attendants regarding him and nodding.  They, too, were magical creatures, all in human disguises, and using this company to hide, serving the three dragons whose purpose was ultimately to serve Oberon.  

It seemed as though his influence was felt by everyone in the company.  None of the other creatures questioned his presence as he strutted confidently.  It was as though he had been 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 any others before.  Oberon was surprised to note that there were, in fact, a wide variety of magical beasts even within 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 with confidence that he was truly its master and had the power to reshape it as he saw fit.