Talented Fingers And A New Outlook On Life...

Hehrakkess NEEDED his hatred, his deceptions, his spite, and rage... But the most basal NEED of all is to reproduce, and no amount of personality conflict will stay that drive. Perhaps he could have used **** to fulfill his desires, but he had never done so before and he wasn't about to start now. He quelled his energy aura and spoke three life changing words: "I Accept: Conditionally."

"What conditions do you set on this acceptance Hehrakkess?" Shannon asked.

"I must scan each of you with my Palentier and determine how greatly overlaying your personality onto mine will altar my thinking, and weather, having been so changed, I will be able to love and be a proper partner for Zebeyolinkiira and Zebeythrae'oyss," Hehrakkess replied, hefting the Obsidian orb in one great claw.

"Then do so, we have nothing to hide in this," Kasey said, and Hehrakkess looked deep into the Palentier.

It seemed that all four of the women before him had undergone the same process they were asking of him, administered by a very powerful Druid of some kind. Some it had been done more recently than others, but all of them fit the personality they had recently described to him.

Honor, Duty, Order, Law, Purpose, Organization, Family, Faithfulness, Dedication, Tradition, Judgement, Decisiveness, and Responsibility: these were the words that defined them, but one was a special case. "Family" meant something special to this party of adventurers. "Family" for them wasn't a matter of blood, (mostly,) it was something you earned, and it was earned by trust. They had trusted him with the information of their plan, trusted him by coming into his lair without their protective items, now he was repaying their trust with suspicion... What else could he have done? It wasn't in his nature to trust an unknown quantity like these adventurers had been.

Hehrakkess dug deeper, what were the differences between them; how would his personality be changed? The women did have Rage, Hatred, Ambition, Cunning, Greed, Lust, Pain, Anger, Deception, and Pride, but these things didn't define them the way they did with him. He could clearly see in them how each of those traits, carried to an ****, could also be a weakness, rather than an asset, and how they tempered them with a great deal of self-control to prevent them being a liability. As they had said, it would be a polishing-away of the rusty parts of his mental matrixes, he would not precisely lose those parts of himself that gave him his razor edged sharpness of thought and practice, but temper them...

"The sharpest swords are those most often kept in their scabbards..." Hehrakkess thought, recalling a maxim from one of his books about the distant nation of Lung-Tudi across the eastern sea...

"Very well, I am satisfied, you have placed your trust in me thus far, now I place my trust in you. Enact the Rite of Atonement, I will accept the grace it offers." Hehrakkess said honestly.

Shannon opened her pack and took out cones, sticks and paraphernalia for fragrant incenses, which she arranged and lit. She then gestured Zebeyolinkiira and Zebeythrae'oyss forward the two reached out their hands and touched the pocket where Hehrakkess two penises rested when not in use and his body reacted strongly. Like a balloon filling with water his penises filled with blood pumped by his mighty draconic heart, and in a matter of less than a minute stood out to their full twelve inches of length.

You might think an adult dragon, standing sixteen feet at the shoulder and twenty-four feet from nose tip to tail tip would have a penis more than twelve inches long, but your probably comparing it to those of whales, who, let's face it, have some severe problems with the mating process due to having to conduct Intercourse under water... Take the sperm whale for instance: The male will ejaculate forty gallons of semen when mating with the female: of that forty gallons, FOUR will actually even enter her vagina and have any chance of being used for conception, the other thirty-six, (90% of the total,) are entirely wasted. Dragons do not have this problem. Their penises lock firmly in place inside the female and deliver their cargoes of cum directly to one of the female's storage chambers in under two minutes. Interestingly enough while this is all that is required for insemination and the creation of a clutch of eggs this is far from the limits of a typical sexual contact between two dragons. Though the 'sex act' itself is brief, 'foreplay' and 'post-actions' can and often do take hours to days, and courtship will sometimes last decades. The number of times the female achieves her own orgasm during the foreplay and post-actions determines how much of her paramours semen will actually be used to create the clutch and how much stored against future estrus cycles when no mate can be found...

Be that as it may, for anyone who is not a Dragon an "Adult Male" Dragon's penis is quite big enough: thank you! Even though Hehrakkess was barely 'average' for a male of his species his two twelve inch long and three inch wide dorks were more than the women could easily handle. 'Handleing' them they were though, literally: each one giving one of his pricks a hand-job using both hands. Meanwhile Shannon had taken one of his fingers in each hand and begun chanting. The errotic sensations from his penises and words of the ritual held Hehrakkess transfixed as he breathed the aromatic smoke of the incense. Whatever else the two drow women might be they were brilliant at giving digital stimulation to his members. They kept him almost painfully on the edge of orgasm for the entire hour of the ritual: both his phalluses so slippery with pre-cum that their hands glided across them as though oiled leather sliding over ice.

At last the ritual ended and Hehrakkess reached the moment of truth: abandon "Evil", or betray what he had promised?

Hehrakkess didn't back out at the last second, a promise is a promise, and he wanted all these women offered. Safety, Security, Loyalty, these were things that were in short supply for him, and things he needed to survive. With a final breath of the aromatic incense Hehrakkess felt his mind change, felt the forces of what others would call 'Evil', and he would have called 'Mastery', wash away on a tide of magic. What was left was a tempered and honed personality of order and organization, one that now tasked him with following the plan in order to secure his future.

However, before he would see to that task there was something else that had to be dealt with...

"Enough torment, please finish!" Hehrakkess exclaimed.

Understanding instantly the two Drow women increased the pace of their hand-jobs on his shafts and in mere moments Hehrakkess came all over them! It was quite messy and slippery, (Dragon's do cum more than human males,) but Hehrakkess groaned in pleasure so loudly that dust fell from the ceiling, and then reared back and flopped over onto his bed.

"Give me a minute and go get dressed, I don't know how much time we have, but I think I can afford a little catnap...." Hehrakkess said.

"As you say Hehrakkess, we will go bathe and dress, then return an wake you..." Shannon said.

"...gently," her sister added.

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