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Posted: 2022-06-24 03:22:11
by Hypnorgasm - Size: 850x1100
- Source: www.furaffinity.net/view/42167195/
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The black lizardfolk never realized how deeply-rooted those seeds of bitterness had become until the day that they killed him. Lured away from the clan under the false pretence of a mission, he was lead by his clan brothers into a trap. Though he fell to the hateful blades of his kinsmen, some vestige of his own latent abilities... or perhaps the intervention of an outside force... brought him back from the grave later that night. Knowing that his return would only justify his people's belief that he was unnatural, the heartbroken lizardfolk had no recourse but to leave. Becoming a wandering Cleric dedicated to the powers of the Grave and the restless spirits of the dead.
Lonesome and conflicted about what path to take with the new life given to him, one of the many possible futures available to the Cleric concerned his recovery of a golden ring from the vaults of a Templar order. Though seemingly unremarkable, the metal always felt warm against his flesh. And at night it whispered to him so sweetly.
It warded off the nightmares that the lizardfolk so often suffered from. Calming his mind and bringing order to turbulent thoughts. Though he could have resisted it... he chose not to. And it continued to tug at his psyche. Compelling him to seek out and liberate another identical ring from where it lay imprisoned. Upon recovering this new artifact, the black lizard was goaded by both rings into piercing them through his nipples.
From that moment on, the voice inside his head became much clearer. It spoke to him day and night now. Providing him with clarity and purpose where once there had been no clear goal. It soothed him... complimented him... often lulling him into a state of such deep relaxation that his mind would have been completely silent if not for the voice. Which often compelled him to stroke and pleasure himself. Training the lizardfolk to associate doing it's bidding with enjoyment, to the point that as the months went by, the mere act of obeying the voice's smallest whim became enough to arouse and excite the ensorcelled Cleric.
More objects were sought out. Twin anklets adorned with pearls... armbands, matching bracelets... a golden collar and cockring. Each new item that added itself to his body further enthralled Talo to the voice's command. His body also beginning to change... developing gills, webbed hands and feet, along with fins along his spine and tail. Guiding him to seek out the ocean once his quest for the last gold gift to grace his flesh had concluded.
When at last he reached the coast... the voice of the siren that had haunted the shadows of his mind for months beckoned him to dive beneath the waves. And the indoctrinated Deep One, his lizard heritage a mere memory, obeyed without question.
A capricorn - a sea goat - awaited him there. Welcoming the Cleric with open arms. Giddy with delight, Talo offered no resistance as he was dragged down into the depths. The acceptance and love denied to him by his clan now presenting itself to him here in the form of the gilded siren. Whose fingers danced along his flesh, teasing the piercings that had marked the beginning of his glorious corruption. His eyes glowing as his mouth set into a shark-toothed grin, Talo gleefully surrendered to the oceanic incubus' desire to claim him.
As the entity pumped it's golden seed into the newly tranformed Deep One for the first time, the scars left across Talo's chest by his murder all those years ago - always a reminder of the dangers of letting down his guard - now sealed themselves over with liquid gold. Mending the flesh beneath and leaving behind a glimmering fractal pattern across Talo's left breast like a badge of pride. The pain of the past finally put to rest.
No longer a Cleric of the Grave, Talo swore his loyalty to his new patron by becoming a Warlock. Taking the Pact of the Flask in triumphant celebration of his second rebirth.