A little warning. This contains monster eroticism and gay sex.
If you're okay with that, go on ahead.
Kinks: Felatio, Paralysis, Corruption, Transformation
Venomancer's Plague pt. 1
In the shimmering crystal forest, as the flower fairies giggled and glided into the tree's translucent leaves, the sound of the weaver crickets hummed gently. A vast oasis is how one would describe the crystal forest. It stretched for as far and wide as the eye could see, encompassing an entire mountain and the area around the famed Star Lake - and it was at this time of day where the sun was just low enough to turn the sky into a brilliant contrasting tapestry of ruby red and citrus orange, which made for a transient sight. The way the light filtered through the trees was like watching the world being set ablaze, and it couldn't be more beautiful. So when the beating of heavy wings broke the solemn calming ambience, the intrusion was most unwelcome.
"Perhaps we'd have better luck getting our meal if you could shut your stomach up," said the deep and crispy voice of ice akiro.
"That's not my stomach. It's yours, because you're the one who eats the most," shot back the gravely molten voice of the fire element.
After a hard day of riding the wind draft and destroying magical foes, the dragon with the eccentric family bond decided a hefty meal was merited. He, or some say, they, glided above the tree line - all four of his eyes focused on finding an easy snack that wouldn't put up much of a fight. A deer, or even a tasty little fairy, would hit the spot.
"If we snag a fairy though, we'll need at least a baker's dozen to satisfy."
"Perhaps you ought to cut down."
"We share the same body, brother."
"That's why I'm saying we ought to eat a little less."
While the dualistic elemental dragon bickered with itself, the forest area below them cleared itself as the inhabitants did their best to escape from being made easy prey. Naturally, this upset Jakiro, who only wanted something easy to feast on, and all these plants that looked like glass hurt his sensitive eyes.
"You're yelling is driving them all off!" said the hot head.
"Silence, I think I see something," said the cool headed one, seeing a flash of green through all the crystalline bushes and tree limbs. Something was moving around, and yet seemed to be staying in the exact same spot, which was perfect.
Seeing an opportunity presenting itself, the massive dragon swept down as silently as it could, which wasn't much at all. Nevertheless his taloned feet fell upon the sparse forest brush, and without driving away his mark too. With a crunch, he stepped forward and waltzed over to the creature he had glimpsed. It seemed to be a large plump python with green scales with a purple blotch pattern. Strangely enough though, Jakiro couldn't help but get the feeling he had seen this creature, or something similar, before. It's head was buried underneath a thick bush, waggling its tail outward.
"What do you think it is doing?" asked the fire elemental, craning his neck downward to get a better look.
"Don't care. It's easy dinner," responded the ice one, about to go in for a bite.
Suddenly, Jakiro heard something like a hiss, and before he could turn around two sharp elongated fangs bit into his hind leg thigh. Both heads went wide eyed and yelped, before twisting around. "Where are you!?" yelled the heads. They could not see their attacker, but they heard a high pitched and serpent like cackle. Whatever was so funny must have been pretty hilarious the way it went on. They heard some movement like a rustling coming up ahead through the thicket, but as a figure slithered out into view both the heads of Jakiro began to droop as their eyes closed; sleep overtaking them.
Jakiro mumbled as his eyes opened up.
Yawning, his two heads nearly conked each other as they got up at at the same time. They appeared to be in the same place from before they blanked out, but their eyes were still blurry from sleep, so it was hard to tell.
"What happened," inquired the fire based head.
The head that implicated cold looked around. Whatever got them before seemed to be gone now. "I don't know," he said "But we ought to leave. Let's get food somewhere else."
Jakiro tried to move, but found that no matter how hard he tried his limbs refused to even twitch. His hind and fore legs were as heavy as boulders made of lead. Again, they heard that sinister cackling which made them crane their heads back, seeing the same figure from before, but upside down.
"Excusssse me, but I couldn't help but want to sssssee you two as you try to essssscape," laughed the vile Venomancer. His russet red marble like eyes glimmered in the darkness as he slithered out from his hiding spot, apparently having been there the whole time. His thin forked tongue flickered enthusiastically, as well as the two tendril like limbs with mouths that protruded from his cobra like hood, snapping at the air while his slithered forward.
"You…" growled the fire brother, his eyes burning bright.
"What are you trying to do, Venomancer," asked the coldbrother, just as displeased.
Again, the serpent burst out laughing. His noxious poison filled body came over to the paralyzed dragon and stooped over him unmoving body. Comparatively, just talking size, the dragon was three times as large as the venomous serpent - and if he could Jakiro would easily have crushed the snake's fragile skull. It was just too bad he was not in any position to do so.
"I'm jussssst… experimenting," said Venomancer, circling around Jakiro. "But I'm ssssearching for a good sssspecimen firssst, and you just happened to ssstop by. Lucky you."
"What kind of vile experiments, monster," asked Jakiro, trying to see if he could wiggle any of his toes.
"Oh… nothing ssssssspecial," chuckled the serpent, lurching forward and crawling on top of the dragon's heaving tummy. Feeling that weird creature's body against his made Jakiro squirm; although, since squirming was literally impossible it was all just in his heads. "Nothing except trying to find a way to create an army ssso I can desssssssstroy my enemies," finished Venomancer.
"Well," said the two heads, looking at each other knowingly. "That's very interesting. However, there's a chink in that little plan of yours."
This made the serpent cock his head in genuine confusion. Was it possible he missed something? This freak of a dragon seemed to have something up his sleeve, er, scales. Both heads of Jakiro smirked.
"You forgot we can kill you just by doing this!" screamed the fire elemental head, just as the cold elemental opened his jaws wide open to expel subzero temperature wind at the serpent, which would turn him into a oversized ice sculpture.
"..."
Nothing happened.
Jakiro closed his mouth and looked at himself, wondering why his elemental powers weren't working. Venomancer was having the time of his life though. If he had sides, they would surely be splitting. The shifting weight from Venomancer's fidgeting caused Jakiro's sides to brush up against more of the blades of translucent grass his body was resting on.
"For a sssssecond, I thought you really had ssssssomething," cackled Venomancer, his tongue flickering everywhere. "Ssssssorry, Jakiro. You won't esssscape thisss."
This was it. This was the part where Venomancer would reveal his diabolical torture, and Jakiro braced himself for it, clenching both of his jaws for whatever was coming next. What he didn't expect was for the large serpent to push his hooded head down and press his fanged mouth against the burning red and cracked lips of one of his heads, doing something that looked very close to what one might call a... kiss.
"Uh…" said the other head, blinking in confusion while his other head was simply staring wide eyed in surprise, Venomancer's tail coiled around Jakiro's hard scaled belly, squeezing the dragon.
"Did I miss something, or…?" inquired Jakiro, feeling rather awkward now. Then all of a sudden his entire body began spazzing at as a toxic concoction of Venomancer's own making spilled down his throat, simmering as it sloshed around into Jakiro's shared stomach. The only thing that could move, other than the dragon's necks, where his tails - which flailed wildly around while the noxious fluids stewed around inside, filling his intestines.
Eventually Venomancer relinquished himself from the embrace, and let Jakiro break away to cough and sputter.
"What… cough… what did you do to me…?" yelled Jakiro, feeling his body burning up from the inside, and not in the way half of him was used to.
"Beginning the insssssssemination processesssss…" hissed the serpent, his tendril arm wiping some of the excess venom from his chin.
Whatever was inside this poison was different from the monster's usual concoctions. Jakiro felt queasy at first, but as the poison settled in the burning he initially felt seemed to fade away, and was replaced by a different, more intoxicating, feeling. It spread through his body like a virus: up his limbs, up his spine, and up to his heads. That's when he noticed that feeling made certain parts of him… grow, as one says.
"This is humiliating," mumbled Jakiro's head, as they both blushed.
From between his legs two dicks were becoming engorged as the dragon's body got more excited - one more covered with ridges and colored like frost, and more more cobbled over with hard nubs from the base up and looked like molten rock. Venomancer's multiple eyes gleamed with excitement while he watch the dragon's organ slide out from their sheaths. This was apparently what he wanted.
"You know, I wasssssn't alwaysss like thisssss," hissed Venomancer, his tendril mouths flaring up. Their wide open maws dripped as the soft pink tissue stretched as wide as possible. "My name ussssed to be… Lesale; and I usssssed to look humanoid."
While Venomancer talked, his writhing and flexible limbs reached down, positioned themselves, and took the head of oneof Jakiro's dick each. The stretchy fibered overlapped the girth of Jakiro's cocks easily; and once they were there, started to engulf more length, inch by inch while the dragon twitched inside them. This was helped somewhat by the natural moist lubricant the pink tissue secreted, and allowed the mouths to squeeze down naturally around the nubs and ridges once they both got down to the base.
Jakiro's paralyzed body could do little other than quiver and quake underneath the serpent's exploitations. All four eyes bulged as he struggled to choke out words, but all that came out were gurgles. Venomancer ignored this however, and continued his nepotistic monologue.
"I wasssss walking, yessss, walking, through the famousssssly toxic jungle of the Jidi Isle. I wasssss not afraid of the dangersss though, asssss I wass a potion masssssssster. But one day I wasss carelessssssss, and wassss bitten. Mosssst would have given up and died quietly, but not I. I made a potion that I thought would sssssave my life - but it did much more than that. It made me into what I am today."
His words fell one def ears though, as the dragon got closer and closer to climax. The venom inside of his body burned fiercely and pushed him farther and faster to climax than he would otherwise. The serpent's secondary mouths were like magic silk, rubbing and pumping down on Jakiro's galvanized cocks with a ferocity that could match even the fiercest of dragon's energy, milking him to an inch of his life. Within mear seconds the dragon's heads stretched out and released trembling screams, both his cocks pulsating as cum gushed outward and were swallowed immediately up.
Venomancer shivered, grumbling giddily. The cold one's seed was as cold as ice water, while the hot one's was like ingesting straight up lava. It would be too much for a normal person, but not for him. As Jakiro calmed down, the reptile slid his tendrils off while bridges of moisture strands connected the ripe organs erotically.
"These sssssamples will help me with the next sssstep," said Venomancer, gliding his tongue across the cold one's neck.
Jakiro's chest rose and fell while his heads huffed. "You mean… it's not… over yet…?" he asked, hoping that it was.
Venomancer laughed in response
"Not by a long shot. Thissss next part issssss even worsssse."
Feeling his hearts beating pick up its pace, Jakiro gulped.
Their experiments continued into the night while the crickets produced their call. An elk with flowers growing from its antlers pranced down the stream away from the two, knowing within its natural instinct that no good was happening over there. One thing was definitely for sure. Whatever Venomancer was planning was certainly worse than anything the deformed dragon had experienced in his life.
(To be continued...)
Very well, that's the first half of my planned Dota gay erotica.
If you liked it please leave a comment, I'll love any feedback even if it's negative, but if it's negative I'd like to know why you feel that way.
Anyway, I'll do the next chapter soon. I literally made this within one night. Next one is going to be really extreme though.