Drawn by the luxurious TF master Ageaus comes this tri-paged sequence of myself transforming into Lazur. It seems that hiding nervousness behind a mask comes with a bit more than you bargain for -- lust, raw strength, and a hellish, enticing grin. Are you certain the mask is really 'cursed'?

Link to Original: https://twitter.com/Ageaus/status/1.....16021124931585
Character(s) © myself; Artwork © Ageaus

Pg 1 | Pg 2 | Pg 3

Part 3:
It was not long before his clothing was in tatters, his thighs thickened and his ankles emanating power. His toes became one less as, in place, his feet turned into dragonoid paws, the talons there, as well, a beautiful shade of crimson. A tail had escaped his spine, drawing itself out as another rumble escaped his lips, a more subtle, confident essence to his aura. His hair was well-kept and the streak of red prominent, powerful red stripes carving into his neck, shoulders, and thighs. With only a few more, final throbs, his chest fully stuck out, rippling strength coursing through his veins.

Lazur Darkhorn now resided in his rightful place, a flexing of his fingers rippling just a taste of the firm strength through his muscle. Each breath was now drawn in sheer confidence and command, a sense of pride in his grin that he could do whatever he wished, for consequence did not apply to the dragon -- his kind. There was now only his den -- his home -- and it contained within it plenty of room for his future hoard. He felt a lingering will to bring servants to himself stirring within his chest, a desire to be revered etched into his soul. He knew who he was: a king -- royalty, but even more a god. He could feel the fire stirring in his stomach, for this too was a part of him -- a piece kept chained before by the anxiety that no longer persisted.

It was time, and the first of his following needed to be brought home and tamed -- his lover.