Halloween + Nov 2026 Reward!! Nameless x Dragonborn (Patreon)

As promised for the beginning of November (and to celebrate Halloween of course!) here is the monthly reward!!! One day earlier than expected; after all, it's a holiday and a very spooky one at that, and many a mighty warrior would celebrate such.

Thanks to your help with voting who I'd be drawing for the reward, it was for The Nameless One in the gay men's visual novel Lustful Desires by Hyao, and paired with him is my Dragonborn Warlock, Nicholai. Drawing these two together was an incredibly welcome experience though frustrating because I was abstaining during the process. Especially because I made three variant compositions, each of which having their own alternate versions, because I was that AHEM driven. As always, timelapse videos and the rest of the alts can be found in the attachments below!

But first, yknow what? This is a tavern. I might as well tell you a little story of how The Nameless One and Nicholai came to meet in this (non-canon) evening...

We begin the tale in a dark, crimson eve. A young reptilian male, amethyst scaled and quite handsomely built, awoke collapsed onto the mud. Or there would have been, but there is nothing. No grass, no specks of pebble or cobble that would dirty his muscled form -- nothing. In fact as he rose, all he saw was nothing but the darkness in the horizon and the pale red moon above... along with his endowment in full display. If it not for the absence of anyone, the lad would feel undeniable mortification.

And then he hears it.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Rising from the inky shadow stood a pale green figure -- monstrosity, gods what is he?! -- of a cephalopod visage with appendages that move on their own, and large draconic wings that stirred quite an envy within the dragonborn male. And his body.

Gods his heavenly body.

Legs and arms the size of tree trunks, a barrel chest and stomach that extends at just the right ways. And his-- his member. Large, uncanny, a size no one could possibly fathom.

The black mire from whence he rose slides down his ethereal curves as he floats towards the stunned dragonborn with a predatory glare. He wanted to move, to brandish his fists and call for help, but he finds that his body disobeys him. As if he was frozen in place.

All of the sudden he finds himself sitting on the eldritch one's lap, no, his now engorged member. The size felt much more gargantuan than his eyes foretold. Startled he tried pulling away, only to find his hand locked to the being's visage. His tentacles were strong, but they were also gentle, caressing the soft scales of his digits. And warm. In fact, the being's entire body is warm and comforting in this darkness.

And then it happened. It only took one glance but he caught a gaze of the thing's eyes. Ruby with an intense flare. The dragonborn's own red eyes caught that light, began glowing with that same radiance, and in that instant nothing is present in his mind. He becomes slack-jawed, his expression glazes over to that of a bewitched warrior seduced into bed, no ones is inside his head.

Except for the thoughts of the eldritch creature that now possess him.

You need not concern yourself of me, it spoke from inside him, using the dragonborn's mouth, his voice, to speak his words. I am an entity incomprehensible to your feeble mind. And for tonight I shall have you, your very essence and will. And you shall feel nothing but my unequivocal power and unimaginable pleasure wash over you. Much like how you will be infused with my seed.

The dragonborn could only agree his notions, want his wants, need his needs. For he is now him, his flesh worn like everyday garments by some nameless power, his rising arousal and need to release at the mercy of an unspeakable truth. Whether he has been hoisted up to take in his member from below, or worshipping said member with a lustful attachment, or even having his own seed pulled out from him or being taken while his maw is explored by invading tendrils, he will serve that truth and feel everything he feels, to release as he breeds, to taste what delectable nectar he is permitted to taste.

For tonight the dragonborn is no longer Nicholai.

Tonight, he is nameless.

Lmk if I should do tavern stories like this, actually. This was fun to write! Happy Halloween everyone!