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Unleash the Beast

Commission for Draco of Zeradaith

By Cimmaron Spirit

**WARNING: Contains the growth of muscle, of macrophille proportions, of male reproductive organs and multiple prehensile versions thereof; the corruption of a mortal to a demonic being; the use of male reproductive organs for consumption of meals; the excessive discharge of male reproductive fluids, and the results on a second being to contain said discharge; and homosexual acts involving the anal passage. If thou are not of legal age, commonly accepted to be eighteen years of age, or if any of the following conditions distresses you, then you are free to go. Otherwise, [INSERT TERM OF PLEASURE REGARDING STORY HERE].**

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"Beast Energy Drink, huh?" Cim said, taking the chilled can in his hand, looking at the gaudy, black and red colour scheme, taping the can with a black hoof where a cartoonish demon character was posing and flexing. "You really aren't creative, aren't you?"

"Well, you're the writer here!" Draco laughed, making his uncovered, golden muscular pecs bounce the large blue beads of his necklace up and down. "Just drink it already."

But the time traveling horse would not be rushed. "I hate energy drinks," Cimmaron said. "Especially after I saw one energy drink turn an entire timeline into a horde of mindless, stupidly fast and energetic zombies."

"This won't turn you into a zombie," Draco assured the horse.

"Then you try it first!" Cim said.

The dragon shook his head. "It won't have any effect on me. Believe me, I once drank the entire factory. Did nothing but make me hiccup a lot."

Cimmaron rolled his eyes. "Of course a deity would make a drink that can't affect him."

Draco began to tap his foot impatiently. "Cim, you're stalling."

"Of course I'm a stallion!" Cimmaron said. "Oh... wait... well, yes, I'm stalling."

"Do it."

"All in good time."

"I don't have all day," Draco growled.

"We have all the time in the world," Cimmaron started, setting the can on the counter. "I'm a time traveler, you're a God, we have all the..."

"Oh just drink the damn thing already!" Draco snarled, grabbing the can, ripping the top clean off, pouncing on Cim and knocking him to the floor with a massive pile drive, and when the stallion gasped for air, poured the entire can's contents down Cim's open mouth, forcing him to drink the contents or drown.

Cim closed his eyes and gulped the drink down, his taste buds assaulted by the sharp, nasty drink he was forced to inhale. It was warmer than he expected, and exceedingly salty, which the few fruits that he could taste did nothing to mask. The stallion gulped at the harsh liquid, until the can ran dry. Some had escaped past his muzzle and trickled down his fur and onto his jacket and shirt. Draco pulled the can away, and Cim gasped for breath.

"Damn it Draco!" Cimmaron spluttered, glaring at the dragon as he coughed and made a disgusted face. "Stuff like this is why I don't trust you!"

Draco smirked, then pulled a pocket watch out and looked at it. "Alright, so, starting now."

"Now... what?" Cimmaron asked. He looked at the watch, his eyes widening in shock. He dug into his pockets of his trench coat and his pants, and looked all around him on the floor. "That's my Chronodevice!"

Draco shrugged. "Yeah? So?"

"You shouldn't be able to use that thing! It's designed to only allow me to use it to time travel. It should be electrocuting you or setting you on fire by now!"

"Who said I was time traveling?" Draco said, looking down at Cim. "I'm just using it keep track of how long it takes for the results to kick in."

"Results? Kick in?" Cimmaron asked, confused. "You meant that wasn't an energy drink you forced me to take?"

Draco smirked, and leaned in close, his face, crowned with his ivory horns and brown hair, and golden pecs obstructing everything else from Cim's view. "Did you really think that I wouldn't do something to a stallion like you?"

Cimmaron leapt to his feet, glaring at the dragon. Of course, Cim's attempt to intimidate the god was rather lacking, with his ears only reaching to Draco's exposed nipples so he had to crane his neck way up to even see the dragon's face. And while Cim was toned and fit, he was nowhere near the Herculean body build of the dragon. Really, in almost every physical stat, the horse came up short compared to Draco. Normally, it didn't matter. But right now, with Cim's anger building at being tricked into doing something against his will - worst, something that was a complete unknown to him until it would actually happen - the stallion didn't care.

"You know I hate it when people trick me to do things! It never ends well when that happens. Entire timelines are nothing but disaster zones because I was turned into a ravenous beast, a goo monster, a totally insane mental asylum patient with access to the nuclear codes, or even an adorable Shetland Pony with laser eyes and plasma breath!"

"I will say, the last one was pretty funny," Draco said, chuckling as the image of a three foot tall feral Cim with stubby legs laid waste to an entire planet.

"It wasn't funny then, and it's not funny now!" Cim screamed at the top of his lungs, and punched the dragon in his eight-pack gut.

Normally, something like that would have barely made the dragon god's rock hard flesh and scales move, and if anything the recoil would have shattered Cim's hand and all the bones in his right arm.

But instead, to the surprise and utter shock of both participants, Draco was actually thrown off his feet and landed several yards away, the floor vibrating from the loud THUD of several hundred pounds of muscular dragon landing on it. Cimmaron, fist still clinched where it impacted the dragon, was stunned into silence.

"Okay..." Draco said, wincing at the sudden and surprising soreness in his stomach, which he gingerly rubbed. But nothing was broken, and he most likely wouldn't even get a bruise. "So, unexpected strength. That's a pretty big side effect."

Cimmaron was about to say something, but his entire body was feeling... off. He felt dizzy, his ears rang, and his muscles tingled. He clutched his head and growled as the pain went through his skull. His mind began to race, thoughts that he wasn't sure if it was his or not began to pop up, but he couldn't seem to get rid of them. On top of all of that... his groin was feeling tight, as if getting an erection, but bigger. But there was one thought that kept echoing in his head.

Bigger.

"W-what did you give me?" Cimmaron panted through grit teeth. "I swear to God, Draco, if you don't tell me what the hell you did..."

"Okay, fine." Draco said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "I gave you a demonic elixir, a formula that would transform the wearer into a demon. An Incubus, really. So... lots of muscles, lots of cock, lots of cum... all that good stuff."

Cimmaron grunted, his nostrils flaring. "A demon. You wanted to turn me into a demon?"

"An Incubus, to be exact," Draco replied. "And... I think the major changes start... now."

As if a command, Cim's entire body felt like it burst into flames. He let out a whinny that bordered on the otherworldly, as all of his muscles seemed to flex and expand in an instant, along with every bone in his body, allowing him to grow taller and larger. Biceps, triceps, pectorals, thighs, his back, his shoulders, his neck... everything seemed to balloon out, years of working out in just a few seconds. The trench coat he wore began to rip and tear, unable to hold the horse that was now half as tall as he used to be, and several times as thick and buff. Seems gave way in the jacket, the shirt, and even his black pants, allowing brown fur and thick muscle to burst out. His crotch also quickly gave way, spilling out two grapefruit sized balls and a two liter thick leathery sheathe, with a foot of a fleshy black snake already sneaking out, and more and more being pushed out, the cock growing too large for the sheathe to hold it anymore.

Cimmaron bent forward, cowering in pain. It was too much, too soon. But... at the same time, it was hot. He always fascinated about being muscular, massive, sexy. And here, it was happening. Sure it was... unexpected. If Draco had just asked, Cim would have jumped on it in a New York minute.

But, well, results were results.

Cimmaron gave a chuckle, his voice having gone done several octaves in just a couple minutes of growth. He looked up, his brown eyes now pure red, locking in with Draco's blue eyes. The dragon froze in place, eyes wide in something between surprise, terror and arousal. The tent in the shorts he was wearing proved that.

"So, you like seeing demon horses, huh?" Cimmaron said, his voice a deep rumble that sent a chill of fear and excitement down Draco's spine. "Well, let's see how much you're going to love me after this!"

Before Draco could move, Cimmaron had grabbed back his Chronodevice from Draco's hand. The time travel device began to squeal and smoke and vibrate, the flow of black magic and demonic energy from Cim's growing and corrupted body overwhelming it's defenses. But instead of crushing it, Cimmaron instead shoved it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

Draco blinked. Of all the people to destroy the Chronodevice, Cim was the very, very last person on the list. Sure, in his demonic form he couldn't use it, but why did he do that? Unless...

Cimmaron sighed contently as his body began to shake again, looking down at the confused dragon, and it was then that Draco realized that Cim was now several feet taller than the already massive dragon.

"I might not be able to time travel now," Demon Cim said, flexing his fingers, "but I have something else in mind."

Cimmaron looked over to the wall, and waved his hand. A portal, an unstable dark red one opened up compared to the calmer orange ones that the Chronodevice would usually make, and a large black wolf, heavily muscled and sporting the skimpiest of thongs and nothing else, fell through.

"What the fuck?" The wolf said, dazed and in shock as he slammed into the floor as he fell in, turning around to see who just teleported him. "I was just about..."

What he saw was a massive beast, a hunched and crouching twenty foot tall, absolutely ripped stallion, his fur turning a dark shade of brown bordering on black, red eyes flaring, a grin that told the wolf and dragon that absolutely nothing good was going to come of this, at least of the victim recently delivered. Below that, a throbbing pole of horsemeat as big as the wolf, growing longer and thicker by the moment, with globs of pre spurting out and making a mess below them, fueled by balls that were ballooning so big that Cim had to shift his stance, and try to get them behind his legs.. But that was the least of anyone's concerns right now.

Cimmaron reached and grabbed the wolf, who was little more than a slightly oversized action figure to him, and brought him up to his face, snorting searing hot breath on him, making the wolf whimper and cower.

"You, lucky one, are going to be the first to bask in my glory!" Cimmaron rumbled, making the wolf whine like a little puppy, bracing for the massive creature to eat him.

But Cim didn't drop the scared wolf into his mouth. Instead he reached down, grabbing his massive, yet still mostly flaccid cock, pulling the fat, flat headed equine member right up until the wolf's paws brushed against the gaping cumslit that pre was still pouring out of. A rumbling nicker made the room shake as Cim shoved the wolf straight into his urethra, cramming the canine in right up to his hips in the lewdly stretchy flesh.

Cim let go of the wolf, smirking at the trapped body builder. The surprise and fear the wolf had at being shoved into a monster's cock quickly disappeared as his survival instinct kicked in, especially when Cim flexed his cock, and the wolf was pulled in by several finely cut abs. He tried to pull himself out, but couldn't get a good grip on the slick, flaring horsecock, and instead was pulled in right up to his pecs. Cim grunted as he flexed his dick again, but the wolf wouldn't make this easy for the horse. Cim took a hoofed finger, as big as the wolf's head, and roughly pushed and poked at his living sounding toy, who with a howl of terror was finally pushed right into the horse's cock.

The long, thick bulge of the wolf slipped down the long, long member, before it was finally deposited into the hot tub's worth of cum that his balls had become. Cimmaron grinned and nickered, before opening another portal, and another victim: an athletic otter, a strong swimmer most likely, who was quickly grabbed and shoved into Cim's cock. More and more portals were opened, with more and more dick snacks, each one being consumed by the still growing horse's member, filling the stallion's balls with dozens of terrified, panicking furs who could do nothing but be broken down into more cum for Cimmaron, who was still growing. His back finally smashed through the floor above into the second story, his balls and ass demolishing the wall behind him, his arms and legs demolishing the rest of the walls around him. All the while, Cimmaron flexed his bulging muscles and smirked to the golden God, showing off to the dragon who, for so long, laid claim to be the biggest, hunkiest, most hung and most powerful.

Draco watched stupefied as the building turned into rubble, and the horse's corrupted pre started to rise up past his ankles. Not at the cock vore, the growth, or the muscles itself: heaven knew how many times he'd allowed himself to grow and eat anything and everything himself. But Cim... Cimmaron, of all people, doing this? There were the AltCim's that would do this, and Draco met more than his fair share of the really kinky ones, but the regular Cim?

No, this wasn't the regular Cim anymore. He turned him into a monster now. He turned the time traveling into a demonic being, one who was only out for pleasure.

Cimmaron, his body having filled out the entire two-story house, looked over to Draco. "Oh, this is just the start, my golden friend. You should join me as I take this to the next level!"

Before Draco could answer, Cimmaron let out a bellow, and thrust his hips forward. From his sheathe, four more long black and pink cock's burst out, all leaking more of his pre. They were a bit smaller than the biggest one, still bigger than what any cock had any business being. Not only that, but as one of them wrapped around Draco and lifting the dragon up, he realized that they were basically tentacles... cum spewing, people eating, ground dragging cock tentacles.

Cimmaron roared again, this time standing up, and demolishing the house in an instant. The bright sunlight revealed the new Cim: fifty feet tall, with a thick, half hard cock jutting several dozen feet in front of him with four more swirling, drooling prehensile cocks flailed around, one clutching onto a golden dragon to watch what was happening, and balls that put boulders to shame. Every muscle on the dark brown-black body was as if a demented Roman sculptor had carved them from solid marble: too big, too bulky... too sexy.

The people nearby watched in shock and horror as the demon roared again, and began to change again. This time, with bones cracking and muscles and fleshing stretching loud enough for people blocks away to hear it, his torso began to elongate between his lower abs and his groin, growing longer and thicker and more barrel like. Two limbs began to push out toward the top, growing thick and muscular like the legs that were holding the massive beast up, with two broad, obsidian hooves forming at the very end.

With a rumbling sigh, Cimmaron let his new front legs fall, the hooves destroying half a house and a car underneath, his cock smashing into the ground to leave a deep trench that quickly filled with water from broken pipes. Ripples from the point of impact destroyed lawns and road alike, and the shockwave sent people flying, windows shattering, and car alarms blaring.

The newly taur'ed Cim rumbled again, in equal measures pleasure and feeling his corrupted power flow through his body. "Behold! Your new God has arrived!" he bellowed, looking down on the suburb below him.

The crowd, however, was terrified, and began to run away. Cimmaron just chuckled, before waving his arm in front of him. A portal opened up, and dozens of people fell into it. Where they came out was right in front of Cim's cocks, which instantly began to grab and swallow them. The little bumps that were pulled in were worked into the massive balls that now just dragged behind the demonic horse taur, making them fill up even more. More and more portals were opened up, scooping up more and more tasty snacks. The free tentacocks would swallow a victim, before grabbing another to shove into the main, non-prehensile member, before feeding itself again. It was an amazingly efficient, demonically lewd sight as the victim tally of his cock vore spree began to approach four digits.

The tentacock that held Draco brought the dragon face to face with Cim, who smirked, stomping his hoof on one particular large building, a community hall of some kind and demolishing the entire thing in an instant. "So, do you like what I've done with my body so far?"

Draco tried to look around, but all he could see was Cim, and he could do nothing but watch as the horsetaur in front of him continued to grow: he could even hear the skin stretching, the muscles pumping larger, the bones cracking and reforming to allow even more growth. It was almost to the point where Draco's ears began to pop with the rise in altitude. Cim's testicles hung so low and full and heavy, they were nearly dragging on the ground, obliterating anything that may have avoided the train of destruction from hooves, flaring cocks, or earthquakes like a deity's wrecking balls. Draco could hear the splash and rush of cum and preseed shoot out of the cocks, even as they were stuffed full of more and more people to fuel the stallion's insatiable lust.

Through it all, Draco's own cock was rock hard, leaking like mad. Sure, he unleashed a demonic monster on this poor town... this poor world, really. And, my God, Cimmaron had turned into a beast. A massive, muscular, macro, hyper, sexy beast.

But, honestly: what use of being a God if you couldn't abuse your powers every so often?

Cimmaron smirked. "So you like it, huh?"

Draco could only nod.

"Well, are you ready for the next act then?" Cimmaron said, his smirk doing nothing to hide the evil intent he had on his mind.

Well, he brought it this far. "Let's see it then, big boy!"

Cimmaron laughed, and the cock that held Draco dropped down, lower and lower.

But instead of setting Draco down, Draco soon came face to face with the massive, flaring flesh of Cim's cock, which jumped and spurted hundreds of gallons of pre, drenching the dragon in musky horse seed.

"Oh... shit. You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Draco cried out, realizing instantly what the stallion wanted.

The tentacock that held Draco turned him around, ass presented to the cock that was beyond massive. Well, maybe a Redwood would come close.

But there was one thing about a Redwood compared to this log: it wasn't black, throbbing, and it didn't constantly shoot fluids out the tip.

The tentacock began to push Draco onto Cim's flaring member. But when the dragon didn't automatically slip over the cock, the tentacock stopped for a moment, and it's companions slithered up.

"My, my, Draco," Cimmaron rumbled, loud enough to make glass shatter. "You seem to have gone a while without taking a cock."

"Yours doesn't count!" Draco shouted back, making Cimmaron laugh out loud. The laugh oozed evil and corruption, making ice run down anyone's spine nearby.

"Well, you need to be prepared anyway," Cimmaron said. "And I know just what to do."

One of the free tentacocks came up, and began to drool pre cum over the dragon's ass, before grinding itself on Draco's tailhole. Draco bit his lips, but still a moan slipped past, and a shudder through his entire body.

But the hotdoging couldn't last forever. The tentacock pulled away, and drove straight for home.

Draco roared out as he was speared by a tentacock as wide as his hips, his muscular stomach being distended by the enormous shaft, and pushing the tentacock that held him out, but it didn't lessen it's grip any. The one inside of him went right up to just under Draco's pecs, as if a rocky ledge that it couldn't get past.

The dragon panted, his body quivering as he tried to get used to the huge piece of horseflesh now lodged inside him. It wasn't painful: in cases like this, he couldn't feel pain. But despite being divine and with great powers, even a God had some limits, no matter how temporary before he could get used to whatever he was confronted with.

The tenatcock around Draco began to lift the dragon up, then slamming him back down, in rhythm as the one that nearly impaled Draco began to push in and pull out. The coordinated cocks smashed against Draco's prostrate, as well as his stomach, his lungs, his tail, his own cock and balls, making the dragon roar out in ecstasy as his rear was being slammed over and over. The dragon could feel his belly begin to bloat as the copious pre began to be expelled. The thrusting cock began to stretch out Draco's stomach more as well, but forging new roads and distending his stomach in an unnatural direction perpendicular to the rest of Draco.

Cimmaron gave another demonic laugh, and instantly tentacock number two shoved itself right up beside the first one, spreading Draco's rear and body twice as big, doubling the amount of pre, and overwhelming his pleasure receptors. But just as the second one began to get into a rhythm, the third free one, gulping the last fox vore victim down, then flew straight for Draco's ass like a heat seeking missile. It made Draco roar again, and cum instantly. While his load was impressive, it would have been a drop of water in a lake compared to just the pre that continued to flood the city from Cim's cocks.

"Well, that should be a good start," Cimmaron said. Draco, his large black member still spurting more seed, barely heard what the horse said. But suddenly the three tentacocks began to pull out, leaving a huge, yawning chasm in Draco's body. He looked down to see that the belly was still there. Part of Draco's mind said it was over. But another part knew it wasn't. And an even smaller part wanted to see how much Cim would bloat him.

He didn't have to wait long, as the biggest, and heretofore unused, of Cim's bouquet of dicks pierced his stretched and abused ass, making it stretch even wider.

Draco roared again, as his entire body seemed to stretch and bend like a massive condom over the gargantuan prick.

The tentacock that held onto Draco pulled him down and down, until the lower part reached the stallion's medial ring, which served as a great stopper once that was shoved into Draco's ass as well. The dragon was now locked onto Cim's body, and his stomach already began to grow heavy as buckets of pre were dumped into his gut every second.

Looking down, and satisfied the dragon was securely fastened, Cimmaron began to stroll forward, each massive hoof step causing another earthquake, each bigger than the last. The horse didn't even need to use his hands to open the portals that trapped people anymore anymore: his mind was doing it now, making them even bigger so his cocks could eat more and more people, and make his balls and body grow larger and larger.

Cimmaron stopped near one rather tall apartment complex, one that had the unfortunate implication of looking like a massive dildo: long, smooth sides, a tapered roof, and even too hemisphere's at the entrance. Even better, it was just a tad bit taller than Cimmaron. The horse grinned, and with a wave of his hands two large portals formed: one right at his ass, the other just above the building. Without even hesitating, Cimmaron waved the one over the building to drop down. He took a moment, shuffled his four hooves to get into the right spot, and braced as he cool metal tip touched his puckered ass. He let out a whiney as the building began to enter his tailhole, stretching his ass like his cock had stretched Draco, only even bigger, and inanimate. It was cold, and as the steel and concrete began to buckle and break, turned into a pleasurable ridged toy, playing with the stallion's anal passages. He nickered and whinnied, stamping his hooves and pulverizing everything underneath them until it reached the base. Cimmaron took a deep breath, before twisting his ass away from the portal, sheering the bottom of the building from the top with a cry of steel and crumble of concrete. Best of all, the building stayed mostly intact, turning into a huge, butt spreading and tail hiking buttplug.

His lusts momentarily quenched, Cimmaron continued his rampage. The growth that followed was astronomical as his cocks continued to consume the entire metropolis' inhabitants, and, as the living snacks became too small and insignificant, cars, then busses, then trains, the houses, then entire buildings. One hundred, 200, 300, 500, 750 feet his body climbed. His more feral back half bloated larger and larger, growing longer and thicker. The only buildings that could even rival Cim's height where skyscrapers, and only the biggest ones for a very brief period of time, before they were either knocked down or eclipsed by the growing stallion. His muscles continued to swell until he could barely move his arms, and his legs only went forward with the greatest physical exertion, the combination of too much muscle and the mountainous weights that grew behind him slowing him down.

Cim's cock, the one Draco was on, never stopped growing either. By now, the bloating dragon was well in front of Cim, his belly turned into a bulldozer, obliterating everything flat under his belly. Draco could only gasp and shudder and writhe and try a tired roar as his cock still spewed cum. This had to be the eighth or ninth orgasm by now, but just when Draco though it was over, his body would twitch and cum again. And with every surge in growth, every snack, the amount of pre exponentially increased as his balls became too big and too heavy to swing, and now they simply dragged behind, flattening everything once again after Draco's stomach had gone over it.

Cimmaron finally reached the downtown core, and stopped, his four hooves causing one final planet-cracking earthquake each. Now close to 1000 feet, only four buildings even reached his chest. He snorted at them, then used his arms in one final swing to open four new pairs of portals. This time, his tentacocks all shot straight through them, and when they came out the other side, it was right overtop of one of the buildings. Like a quartet of well-trained dancers, they all hit their mark at the same time. Their urethra's swallowed them whole, sounding his cocks with the largest buildings in the city. They slammed into the ground with the force of megaton nuclear bombs, obliterating everything. Cimmaron let out another whinny as all four cocks swallowed the buildings, his overly muscled and immobilized body trying to jerk and shake in pleasure, but instead the only thing that flexed was his cock.

"That... that was intense," Cimmaron rumbled, his voice carrying across entire weather systems to engulf the planet. "And I'm almost ready for the final act!

In the distance, where entire city blocks used to be, two massive brown-black mountains rose up. It would have taken a moment for anyone to comprehend that it was Cim's balls, growing even larger than the creature that they nominally belonged to, dwarfing the city, the demon horsetaur, and the bloated dragon combined, several fold.

There was a loud rumble, a final earthquake. The epicenter was those massive balls. Cimmaron's entire body began to tense up, his breath coming in ragged gasps and pants, as the planet's Cim had for balls finally began to churn.

Draco could feel the cumpipe of Cim's cock begin to expand: slowly, agonizingly slowly, as entire oceans worth of demonic horse seed raced up.

The first shot not only doubled Draco's body, it doubled again after that. And then again, and again, and again with every shot after that. Draco could feel his cheeks bulge out from the pressure of the cum, before it began to pour out of his mouth and nose, which quickly became a tiny stream compared to the bloating golden belly.

Draco's cum bloated stomach began to lift up the front half of Cimmaron, spreading his front legs, before expanding large enough to pick up the back legs. But it wasn't done there. Soon the entire demonic stallion was riding on Draco's mind-boggling obscene cumgut, which now covered counties, if not entire states. The golden blob was visible from space, an achievement that neither horse nor dragon cared about now.

But still Cim kept cumming. The stallion neighed and whinnied and snorted and panted and cried and roared and every other noise he could make as his cock and balls continued to pump cum out at a rate that dwarfed all the rivers in the world combined.

And Draco continued to grow. His stomach was so heavy now that molten magma began to seep through the crust, fracturing the world along tetuonic plates, both old and new. One side of his stomach touched the ocean, the other half a massive mountain range, and his entire body could be seen in an entire hemisphere, a second golden sun that, as the Sun caught it, blazed brighter than any light, both man made or natural. Night turned into day, and it continued to grow larger and larger and larger and...

Draco bolted upright. He blinked, looking around him. It was dark: the only light that entered the room was from a full moon in a hole in the ceiling, right above his bed. In the light and shadows, Draco could see the massive tent where his groin was, and the huge wet spot that formed because of the dream. The dragon wasn't mad: he was rather impressed. It was a pretty big mess he made there. Just a sign of a really, really good dream.

He looked around, to see that it was a stone temple that the Zeradaith civilization, the one he took his name from, had made for him centuries before. He was in the inner sanctum, a room that only the highest of high priests could enter, as Draco had claimed it as his bedroom, with a bed that was four times the size of anything for a mortal, due to the dragon's size.

Well, the highest of high priests and whatever guy he took a fancy to that day or week could enter the inner sanctum, and brought in for a night or two of fun that the mortal would never forget. The bigger, the more muscle-bound, the more hung, the better.

He glanced beside him, to see the sleeping stallion that was the cause of the dream he just had. Cimmaron might have been a bit small for his tastes in men, but he still had some definition, and with some workouts (or magic, both worked fine for his tastes), he'd be just as muscular as the dragon. Still had a pretty butt and big dick. The thought of both made the tent pole in the middle of the bed throb again.

Draco snorted and shook his head, and nestled down back into the bed, and closed his eyes. Maybe tomorrow he'll give Cim that drink...