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Bubbles appeared on the surface of the ocean, and ripples formed around them, as a shadow grew beneath the waves. Something of gargantuan size had awoken from a slumber. Tales of old warned humanity of his inevitable emergence, that he shall always return, but each time the world dismissed them as mere fantasy. Yet today the dragon, Maul, made his return to the surface.

Maul arose, bursting through the water in a dazzling spray. The glittering gave a greater impression of beauty than ferocity, yet he remained entirely regal and imposing nonetheless. Magnificent scales, of deep, earthen red, covered his body and innumerable spikes ran the length of his backside. Two great horns adorned his head: the sign of an aged dragon. Standing upright, he exposed the plated yellow scales of his belly, and the immense bulk of pure muscle the dragon carried.

Humanity was so very predictable. Time and time again, he roamed the Earth after sleeping for centuries, and each time the small mammals rebuilt their society. Sometimes they advanced, and sometimes they seemed to have regressed. This time he was pleased to see they had made leaps and bounds.

A city had once again sprung up nearby his sleeping grounds, though it was pleasantly built up with a sizable population. Several million people, perhaps? The glare of sunlight reflected off the many buildings, some of which to his pleasant surprise, reached sizes greater than anything else they've come up with in the past. He still dwarfed them at being twice the size of the tallest, but an improvement nonetheless.

His draconic mind calculated faster than any computer conceived. All of his predictions dreamt up in his sleep unfolded; docks there, the main cargo hub over there, a populace of homes in that direction, and a long and love beach which-- wait. Something caught his eye that he didn't predict.

Walking closer, a smile crept upon his face. As boats were upturned in the resulting wake of his mere movement through the water, he found something he wholly couldn't have been able to anticipate laying along the shoreline, pleasant as could be, shining like a giant frilled blue beacon.

Another dragon.

His long, pointed ears flicked as the finned beast turned its head in surprise. He was nearing the shore, the two staring at each other. In one more long stretch of his legs, he was upon the other dragon, bent forward, giving a warm and proper salutation.

"Fairest greetings," Maul said in a most courtly manner. "It seems you've made a proper work of this place," he motioned towards the city to his right. "Might you grant me the pleasure of learning your name?" He smiled warmly, revealing some of the wickedly sharp teeth.

"Oh, my name is Grahckheuhl," he paused for a moment, "Grah if you would prefer. As for doing anything," he looked towards the city in question, "I've not done a thing with it, or them, if you mean the humans."

Grah rolled over and stood proper, no longer exposing the bright green scales of his underside. Even with his neck stretched up, he only reached the level of Maul's chest, and the two together were already larger than anything man-made on Earth. Even the smallest movements from one of them could send tremors, but the two moving in tandem let the entire region know something big was coming.

"I've lived here almost three hundred years, and I never knew of another dragon on this planet!" Grah regarded the red dragon with a sort of wonder, not in the sense of being impressed, but more surprise. "I do apologize if I come off as ignorant, but, your name?"

Maul took note of the telepathic speech.

"Maul, if you please." He smiled. "But what's this? You've not done a thing with them?" He raised a brow to that realization.

"As for not knowing of me, pray remove any regret from your mind," he lowered himself to be on a closer level to Grah. "You say you knew not of another dragon? Do you imply that you've been living here, without the company of an equal?"

"Well, I suppose that is correct. Not another dragon has come around, and it seems that humans had held us to be simple myths."

Maul let out a low rumble of a growl, as though planning something. "So you've simply kept to yourself? Never once enjoying the presence of these smaller creatures?" His claw traced through the air, pointing towards a highway where vehicles were driving along. "You've certainly softened them in any case: look, they see us and give hardly a care. Most improper," he said, remembering times past when humans went through great bursts of frantic activity when his presence was near.

The blue dragon didn't know what to say at first. He looked back at the cars as well, emerald eyes unblinking, and saw nothing more than that: cars. It was true that he generally avoided them, leaving humanity to their own doings, but now he let out a huff at that thought. Was he supposed to have done something?

Looking back at Maul, he asked, "what should be done now?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Maul responded and got down on all fours; a versatile biped. He came close, until their muzzles nearly touched, and said, "if you would allow me, my dear, I should like to steal you for the day."

The way he spoke caused Grah to shiver a little on the inside. The feel of his breath so near, something he hadn't felt before, brought him a little pleasure. He didn't know why, but his jawfins flushed a soft purple hue.

Maul took notice of this, and instantly realized the implication of the fins. "Allow me to lead the way then," he said and stood back up, waiting.

It was now that Grah gained a better appreciation for the way which Maul held himself. The giant red beast was truly a magnificent package to behold in the eye. Quite literally, for as Grah studied the amazingly sculpted body, the sporting equipment between the legs was impossible to ignore; plump, heavy balls, and a thick sheath, all pushed forward by the gloriously muscled legs on either side.

"Fret not; we'll make this day one to remember." Maul rumbled at Grah's ogling, and continued forward. He never strayed too far from the ocean's edge. A pleasant walk on the beach.

Grah walked alongside, filled to the brim with anticipation. He moved in such a way as to most easily avoid human contact, mincing over houses and roadways. It barely took more than a few steps with their long legs to come upon the edge of the city. Tiny buildings lined the ground like patchwork, impeding his movement.

"But first, you must let yourself have a good time;" Maul had noticed the blue dragon's odd gait, "loosen up beforehand."

Maul took the initiative. Extending a foot out, he moved it from last bit of beach over the edge of a nearby urban sprawl still next to the water. The shadow it cast hung over the bewildered people below, as though he were trying to make a statement.

After the couple seconds of hanging there, he brought the foot down as though it were any ordinary step. In that swift moment the sounds of buildings crashing, metal crunching, and infrastructure snapping drowned out the voices below. Moving forward a clear print of his foot was left behind, the ground taking on its shape due to the sheer unimaginable weight his body had forced upon the land.

"You needn't be so tense around your crop. Reap what you've sown, this world is here for you and I," Maul spoke sweetly and casually, as though keeping small talk on a daily stroll.

Grah followed along, and took the first step he'd ever taken atop anything human made. He didn't hesitate, nor did he give it as much thought. It was just a simple step after all, why make any extra fuss over it? At least that's what he wanted to think until doing so. Immediately he was astonished to find how splendid it felt to make such a simple move!

Planting the paw down firmly upon the ground first wrought comfort at the expense of cars and buildings. The resounding crash and cloud of dust billowing forth marked everything buckling beneath his weight like flimsy twigs. All of it etched perfectly between the individual scales, creating a firm imprint just the same as Maul had done. But then there were the humans below, and they only added icing to the cake. His sensitive green scales were particularly receptive to the tiniest of wiggles, and even though a majority of them didn't last longer than a second, it was just enough to derive a faint yet glorious massage! Even lifting his foot off the ground brought a degree of joy. Resting the full bulk of his weight upon everything below, gouging craters that resembled paw anatomy, then rolling the junk below with the end of one step and the beginning of the next. It all shifted beneath him, man-made materials and dirt twisting into a single, flattened mess. It was as though it were a gentle kiss, inviting another step.

And he did so, again and again, alongside the larger dragon. What Grah found most enjoyable was when objects or people were caught between the webbing of his aquatic feet. It encouraged him to splay his digits apart to maximize the scope of which he walked upon. Then when it was time to lift, he'd squeeze them together, just a bit, to draw out and indulge in the simplest of movements going on down below.

Grah didn't even notice that he did all of this. Instincts: unthinking and acting on whim, his draconic mind told him to do things he'd never once consciously thought to do.

"There now, you see?" Maul pointed out, his voice aloof and thick with dominance, "The little creatures are as sprightly as I remember!"

Grah looked down. He hadn't been truly thinking about the humans below, just what he had been feeling. They were running, perhaps understandably so, but to him it looked the part of an ant colony scattering.

"It's good you haven't softened them too much, yes? At first I feared them unwilling to make proper sport," Maul never once looked down, but still managed to walk in the direction the humans fled. There was never any intent to avoid them, it truly was just another day for him; part of the routine.

It wasn't for the sake of cruelty Grah realized. Just as he had pointed out before, one should reap the rewards of their crops, and it was greatly relaxing.

"Seems to me they could do with stretching a little more beforehand," Grah pointed out. He made an example of how sluggishly they moved, allowing the swarm to gain some distance before stepping into their midst with a single, languid stride. Slow as he may go, each pace covered more ground than most humans sprinting for a full minute.

"Ah! Yes, a good stretch, that's what they could use!" Maul turned to speak directly now, a wide smile on his face. "Perhaps you and I should show them. They deserve it after all," he looked below, "for being such sporting chaps."

Maul waded into the business district where the skyscrapers barely up beyond his thighs. He did just he had said, and stretched. Throwing his hands up behind his back, his enormous chest puffed out all the further.

"Right then, just a little warm-up to get one prepared for the day," Maul spoke more to Grah despite him mentioning the humans' need to stretch, too.

His genitals, thick and luscious, pressed hard into the side of the nearest building. Despite the sheath being soft, the form of it wrapping just barely around the skyscraper's edge, it proved to be the tougher object as cracks formed along the windows. His forward momentum carried with it the testes, which barreled towards the object with amazing force behind it. That was all it took to break whatever supports had been keeping the structure standing, and in a slow and great display, it began crumbling. All it took was the gentlest of taps from the dragon, and with nothing but the groin. With another stretch of his arms, and twist of his body, the building collapsed into rubble.

Maul feigned displeasure. "Hmm, well that's a bother," he said as if seriously pondering. "I don't believe they got a good enough look. There's little point if they don't study it properly!"

Grah settled himself after finding an interesting collection of train cars, industrial and passenger alike. It was a terminal, with bus depots aplenty nearby. He lay down in the main lot, flattening cars and commuters under the green bulk of his belly. It formed a neat little terrace between the buildings, as if made for lounging - or at least, that's what he imagined.

From there the blue dragon watched Maul with explicit interest. He idly toyed with the humans below, not even registering exactly what he was doing as the little folk danced about between the webbing of his toes. After a few minutes he rolled onto his side, as if ready to nap. He wasn't exactly stretching or putting on a very good display for anyone.

And Maul took notice.

Turning around mid-stretch, he shook his head at the sight. "Come now, no need to be such a lump!" He rumbled. "It's no wonder the souls below have grown so lazy."

"Oh, that's a bother, I don't need to stretch that badly," Grah responded, "and the humans below have gotten by fine enough, right?"

Maul shook his head again, yet his smile only grew. "You do need proper guidance! Ah, stay there in that position, I know a grand remedy for an inert body." He leaned over. The underside of his body was well visible for all, but his angle was for Grah specifically to look at. "A more proper stretch for a fellow dragon."

Between his hindlegs, Maul's sheath had been gradually growing thicker and more plump. Everything before had been a simple tease for himself, but now with an air of command and purpose to back his words, the genitals swelled. At first he had been simply well endowed, but now he had become the thing of dreams. Well before he was even done showing off.

The shaft exposed itself, slipping free of its confines with an eager readiness. A massive glans headed the stalk, crowning it with a rim of fleshy spines; asymmetrical and varying in size: this gave it a vaguely bowl-like appearance, though with two urethral vents already gaping at its center. Atop the flesh, several ridges prominently furled upwards and pointed back towards the base, and likewise ran downwards along its entirety. Its underside had thick nubs running in columns. Within a minute it looked long and thick enough to be another appendage. By the time it had finished growing, the head was as broad as his chest, and reached that far forwards.

He let himself hang low enough so that all the while the head of the shaft dug down into the ground. The unique form of the glans worked to collect debris, people, and everything between and nestle in the crown of the member. There wasn't much room, but he was experienced. Anything down below was crammed into the tight space. Behind that, the balls, rolling and swaying with weight, wrecked anything which didn't fall into the bowl-of-flesh.

Grah remained frozen the entire time, gawking. He shuffled in place, unsure of whether he should move or not. Instinctually his tail swung away, revealing the hindquarters, bare and supple. Consciously he may not know what to do, but his subconscious had it covered. Twitching in surprise, Maul broke the trance.

"Now then, let me show you how to give a proper stretch," he spoke with finality. Falling on all fours, bearing inexorable weight upon Grah's sides; the combined mass of the two pushed the blue dragon into the ground. Then his hips thrust forward.

It wasn't unlike a battering ram breaking down a door. Grah straightened his body and took a sharp breath in surprise, as something nearly as wide as his own hips penetrated his anus. He squeezed, hard. Every feature of the shaft could be felt, as though it was an extension of his own body. The fit was so tight; yet he could feel something else, wriggling and shifting about. The humans had been pushed inside as well, with their mere existence playing a role in fulfilling his lustful desires.

His own member had been yearning for freedom, but that one thrust was all it took to coax it forward. The purple flesh, more tapered in appearance, dragged its way along the ground. It worked through several blocks, spearing through buildings and shoving all else aside. Through the machinations of the larger dragon it took no time at all for a full erection to be realized. Despite the thinner glans, as a whole it was no less impressive than the red dragon's. At a third of the length down his girth exploded in size, with a thick base even wider than Maul's cock-head.

Maul retracted, the shifting of flesh filling the air, and he dug into the ground again. He nodded his approval at the smaller dragon's erection. "I'm pleased to see that you're willing to learn the proper methods."

He maneuvered his mammoth erection behind the fleeing humans, and thrust forward. He collected a sizeable mass in his glans, and drove deep into the flexing pucker.

Again, and again, with no holding back, he plowed into the aquatic dragon. Each time he went just barely deeper, twisting upon entrance before pulling back. Eventually he managed to get in a quarter of the flesh, and then half the way. More of his shaft became visible through the scaly belly. The more one could see, the tighter it felt for both of them. Even he couldn't help but shiver in delight as the inner flesh caught upon the features of his shaft, eliciting a growing series of blissful sensations.

There truly wasn't a thing Grah couldn't feel from Maul's actions. Each thrust forward Grah gasped; the finer points of the member driving him wild. Yet it wasn't just that, but the people caught up in the mess! He could feel them all, crushed between the monstrous shaft and his own flesh. Metallic features warping and bent out of shape, forming into a brittle ball as it went deeper into the body, and the vibrations of it all mixing together! He hadn't meant to, but against one of the thrusts, he felt a distinctly shaped bulge expanding his green underbelly. The shaft pushed aside his inner organs and flesh. Clawing at the ground, he yearned for more, attempting to push back for the sake of feeling more. He simply had to have more!

The larger dragon obliged the silent begging, and with the next round, buried himself deep. Not quite to the hilt, but close. From here he retracted merely halfway, before working into a noticeable rhythm. That didn't make it any less rough, however. He put forth so much energy into each motion that he began shifting the smaller dragon's body.

Maul bent down low, stretched his neck back, and gave a playful nibble to the blue dragon's flicking jawfins. This wasn't even him being rough with a partner. There was instead a burning passion.

Grah broke the telepathic link, closed his eyes, and growled. It was a deep rumble equal parts bliss and neediness.

"Ah, finally I hear your true voice," Maul whispered, giving a gentle tug on Grah's fins. "A truly melodious sound. Come, let me hear more." He pulled back, nearly removing himself from the other's body, before crashing all his weight forth into the next push. All of his finer details on the shaft was clear and visible to the outside world, down to the smallest bulges, as it stretched Grah to his limits.

The aquatic dragon's voice rippled through the air, loud and long, his entire body twitching with excitement. He tried to move, but was impaled with so much mass that his movement was dictated by the larger being. His shaft throbbed, vessels expanded, and a great deal of pressure could be seen held back. He was so close.

Maul casually reached down with his right hand, and with gentle strokes, massaged the smooth and glistening flesh. He handled it expertly and calmly, squeezing in all the right places, knowing what would be best through his own experiences. In particular he aimed for the urethral canal hidden underneath the member. That region began inflating as a climax grew near, giving the flesh an all around girthier form. He took a claw, traced it around the entrance of the shaft, and gave it an experimental push inside. Another claw followed, behind another, and soon he was fisting the purple flesh.

With a hand jerking around inside of his cock, and his rump finally experiencing the epitome of force, Grah lost all control.

The muscles inside of his anus spasmed, clenching tighter than ever around the invading cock, and an eruption of seed followed suit. It spewed past the hand which threatened to block the flow, nailing the sides of the nearest skyscrapers, plastering and even shattering thousands of windows with the force. In seconds a lake of seed formed, creating a tidal wave of white spunk to flow through the streets below, flooding the main avenues.

It shouldn't have lasted so long, but Maul continued his exertions on both fronts, with the evident purpose to extend the orgasm as long as possible. Grah had been moaning before, but now he nearly roared with the gravity of the situation. At times there was a soft squeak that worked its way between each breath, barely heard beyond the calamity of destruction being had by so simple of a bodily function.

Maul heard it regardless, his ears flicking up in delight. This spurned him on, he couldn't deny the lovely nature of the voice. Beyond that Grah performed so well. He was coming sooner than he anticipated because of it. The intestinal tract of the smaller dragon remained exceptionally tight, never loosening despite his toughest advances, and not only managed to squeeze but outright massage his own member at the deepest points. His balls began to raise and fall; the curvaceous orbs having swelled in their own right. And now it was his turn.

He pinned Grah, and let loose a torrent of ecstasy within the lower abdomen. His own orgasm hit with such force that the green belly expanded even further. That bulge was lost soon, however, as the entire underside of the aquatic dragon grew larger from the deluge.

Maul snorted fiercely, pumping his shaft, realizing that Grah had become even tighter through it all. He clamped his jaws around the blue neck, using the other dragon to milk himself. Several centuries was much too long to hold back such intense lust, and to experience it again with another dragon felt better than anything else. So much virility and not enough time relish it.

Despite finishing his orgasm, an act that lasted several straight minutes, he was far from done. Maul continued to thrust, slowly, enjoying the sensations. He felt invigorated, renewed, and most importantly, fully awake.

Grah lay limp, barely keeping himself composed. His belly was utterly bloated with seed, to the point that if one didn't know the situation you could swear he looked positively gravid or in the very least fattened up 'round the gut. He took every single drop. The only thing keeping him going was Maul's boundless energy; it was infectious. How did he do it, he wondered. This was already so grand, what more could he possibly do?

Maul answered his thoughts, as though he heard them. "Now, now, this is no time to rest," he playfully waggled a claw, "you've shown you can stretch well, but we're only half done!"

With a loud and lewd suction of liquid and air, Maul abruptly withdrew, sending a thick torrent of cream into the streets below. A quick gasp from the smaller dragon drew his adoration ever more. Sitting upright, he faced Grah. His shaft was as hard as ever, poised and ready to thrust again, and his balls splayed out between his legs as they lay against the ground. A thick sloshing could be heard within, as though there was still liquid leftover. Or perhaps he simply recovered that fast.

Grah followed the motion, and sat up in the same manner. He was a bit slower to the draw, what with his filled abdomen. In this pose however his body held the extra weight well, barely appearing any fatter than before. A slight rounding still visible, yet that only accentuated the muscle mass found elsewhere on the body. His own shaft remained just as hard.

They remained close, and only got closer through Maul's beckoning. Their shafts raised upwards, grinding against each other through the process. A direct comparison between the two: the red dragon's larger not only by happenstance, but proportionally as well. Grah's so close behind that, to human eyes below, they'd be identical anyways if both held the same body dimensions.

"Well, I think I'm gaining a grasp on proper stretching methods," Grah finally said. He had recovered, at least partially, from the earlier exertions. "I think I understand the importance of them, but, you say there's something more?"

Behind the scenes Maul stretched his tail into the port. Collecting ships, he brought them ashore, and held one of them up. Water poured off its hull, evidence of a fresh catch. He dangled it above their erections for several seconds. Several people fell off, but some still dangled from it, and others were still clearly inside.

After some contrived timer ticked down, Maul suddenly shoved it bow-first into Grah's urethra.

The ship sank into the depths, the tip expanding around the metal perfectly to allow its entrance, with a notable lack of resistance. Really it barely even needed to be pushed. The moment it plunged down the member began to contract and squeeze in pseudo-muscular movements, efficiently pulling the object down. As a result it took barely any time for the entirety of the ship to disappear, its existence proven only by the insignificant bulge it made on the underside of the shaft as it traveled deeper.

"Hm, perhaps you were merely rusty on your stretches!" Maul exclaimed, clearly pleased with the sight. He traced a claw in front of the ship as it descended the shaft, as though guiding it, and more importantly teasing the meat.

Grah let out a soft sigh of contentment. It was his turn to be cheeky. "Oh, I don't know. just one ship? I can barely feel a thing." A bald faced lie.

Maul gave a quiet hum of approval, "duly noted," and this time, brought an entire handful of the toys; a mixture of cruise liners and commercial ships. Rather than go one at a time in sequence, he held them fast, and shoved them down in one large clump.

This time the shaft pulsed and flexed, Grah's excitement quickly surging back. Screeching metal mixed with a deafening series of slurps and other sounds, all of which meant the flesh did wonders at pulling down the objects. This time the bulge had some meat to it, and in the bulk of it, one could even see parts of individual ships, being as cramped for space as they were while fed into the shaft.

Only Grah wouldn't simply sit around 'like a lump' as he had been called earlier! No, he utilized his prehensile tail and spirited away some of the ships from the docking area as well. In his gusto he managed to grab two handfuls, and without thought, pushed some of the ships down Maul's shaft. Deep noises, the likes of which were almost guttural, rolled forth as the larger dragon downed the morsels with glee.

Not one to be outdone, Maul took the silently offered challenge on who could stuff the other to the fullest first. It was his move now. He did much the same as Grah, but this time, didn't stop the onslaught. Two-handfuls worth of ships went down, but another came shortly after, followed by a third and even a forth. He showed no signs of stopping so long as there were ships still nearby. Each handful could be seen as a single bulge, slowly rolling down the cock and disappearing into the body.

The both of them rounded up all they could, and set to work. Cars, trains, buses: anything that carried people, or goods in bulk, were rounded up in due time. The ships became a bit sparse at this point, but there was no shortage of everything else. It was feeding frenzy as they attempted to up the other, and see when one's breaking point might be. They didn't particularly try to create the largest bulge in the other, but simply pack as much mass as physically possible.

Then they moved on to buildings. Uprooting entire foundations, Grah took the initiative here, and quickly shoved the equivalent of several blocks worth of buildings down, one after another. It wasn't anything Maul hadn't dealt with before, but to have another dragon do it, to be completely hands-free in the matter, was something entirely different. His balls only grew larger from all that material, what with his being more plainly external.

Grah moved with gusto, not ceasing the onslaught, and ripped apart a small skyscraper nearby. He took another and, crushing the two together, aimed them towards the twin-urethral entrances.

Finally a considerable bulge formed in Maul's shaft, as he was force-fed the two steel structures. The glass shattered, people were flung every which way from the explosion and grinding of steel as it was partially crushed on the intake, but nothing escaped. Grah forced both of the buildings down, and everything with it, by shoving both of his arms down to the elbows inside the red dragon's cock. Two several-hundred foot buildings, one for each hole, gone within minutes.

His balls expanded considerably from the excess weight. Sharp corners and clear edges of the buildings, ships, and various debris made an imprint from the inside out, stretching the scrotum with the oblong shapes. The shaft hung low due the weight and pressure which was going through it, but otherwise he was completely unphased.

He flashed Grah the most devious and handsome smile yet.

Wrapping his tail around the base of several of the last remaining skyscrapers, he yanked them forth and supported them with his hands. Only four of them stayed intact, but that was enough in his mind, as he held them together to make a giant rectangle. And down he pushed them, their blunt roofs crashing into the tip of Grah's shaft, with purpose to shove feed them in all at once.

Grah arched his back, jutted his meat forward, and took it. Combined, the skyscrapers were wider than his shaft, and it showed. His meat bulged so outrageously that it soon took on a similar rectangular appearance. He groaned and barred his teeth, jawfins fluttering at the intensity of the stimulation. It had become so tight a fit, that human silhouettes could be seen against the skin of the shaft, so long as one looked closely enough. By some miracle (or curse), many of them could still move - much to the dragon's delight.

Foot after foot, and yard after yard of the buildings were pushed beyond the engorged base of the shaft and into the body. But sure enough he took it all. The general form of the shaft returned, making it clear and evident the progress and where the skyscrapers were located.

"My dear, it appears I stand the victor here," Maul said and leaned forward. He gave a coy smile, and licked the tip of the blue muzzle in a playful gesture. He tapped the tip of the purple shaft with one of his digits.

Grah smiled back and proudly stated, "not just yet you haven't!"

Rearing up and placing his paws on both shoulders, Grah stood up and used Maul as a point of leverage. They both locked foreheads together, and stared at each other. There was unbridled lust painted in both of their eyes and a burning passion to match.

In that energy Grah poised himself, aimed his hips low, and thrust forward. Not against Maul, not even along the shaft, but into the monumental member itself.

The tapered tip worked to his great advantage, piercing into the lower urethra. He pounded hard, inching closer to Maul's body with each motion, intent on fucking the shaft as though it were a more traditional orifice. Even though they had just shoved entire skyscrapers into each other, the flesh remained tight. The flesh was tighter than tight, more so than even Grah had offered anally.

What didn't revert back to its normal size, however, was the blue dragon's member. It retained a certain level of girth through the exertions of the day, and come halfway down, it was equal to the size of the four skyscrapers. Beyond that it quickly grew to be much larger and it quickly became evident as to why: the buildings hadn't been fully consumed. They hung in limbo, and in doing so, added to his girth by four times. The base of his shaft even retained an angular shape, posing a point of actual resistance as he thrust forward.

Maul took it despite that fact, but he couldn't help but lean forward against Grah now as well. Once more he reached around to nibble at the fins, giving a few caring strokes of his tongue against the nearby scales, and bit along the neck. There wasn't a man-made construct that, by itself, could ever compare to the pleasure elicited from this.

The shaft pushing into him had a distinct texture. It felt so smooth, and even looked the part, but when inside and he began squeezing? There was an almost porous feel to it, but at the same time smooth. It was downright alien as it stretched his urethra open every few seconds, something which no human construct could ever begin to compare. In truth it actually made him feel some sense of being 'filled'. A sensation equally as alien to him! His already monstrously large shaft inflated with having another inside, increasing the surface area available for touch. Maul's level of pleasure began to skyrocket.

Their point of balance shifted back and forth. With each thrust provided by Grah, there was a counter-thrust from Maul. The bodies smacked together repeatedly, messily, and they moved into the mostly ruined center of the city. Maul's balls hung low, heavy and more virile than ever, and mowed down whatever still stood tall enough in the path. Grah's wider and feet patted down the rest without discrimination.

Grah felt his loins grow tight. He wasn't going to be able to hold back. He tried for as long as possible, to cut out even a smidgen of the bliss he was in, but the harder he tried the harder he bucked, and thus the more he was forced to endure regardless. His hindlegs began to waver, his tail smacked against the ground to find a point of balance, as he continually pushed himself down to the hilt with each thrust.

He panted heavily; it would only take a tiny bit of pleasure to set him off. Then he heard whispered words.

"Won't you sing once more in that beautiful voice?"

A roar, both mixed together from a moan and gasp, escaped Grah's lips as he fell over to the side and brought Maul with him. Both went down against a few of the remaining skyscrapers, flattening them in a terrifying orchestra of crashing and shouting. His urethra expanded once more, allowing for the flow of seed, and inflated the shaft to near twice its normal size within the other. A proper and full orgasm from the blue beast.

Grah continued to erratically thrust forward, despite falling on his back and having all of the other dragon's weight atop him. He unloaded his seed unabated in massive torrents into his playmate of the day. Millions of gallons of seed went forth, filling the balls of the red dragon, swelling them ever further until they were the epitome of masculinity in size and form.

Maul had won their game; he had resisted and held more mass than the other.

But he won only by mere seconds. Barely after Grah's orgasm had even started, his urethra clenched down, locking the other shaft in place, while it quivered with intensity. This fueled both of their climaxes, and Maul let loose a roar which could pierce into the heavens themselves. He, too, was ready to experience the full form of his orgasm.

Incomprehensible levels of seed rocketed out of the upper urethra not a moment after, as though it were a volcano mid-eruption. It sailed through the air, plowing through any of the sparse buildings still left standing, completely obliterating them. Just the same as before, a new inland lake was forming, only this time its scope much greater, spreading from the financial center of the city and throughout the remaining suburbs in one giant wash of white. Buildings began to melt from the intense heat, the air shimmering around it, and apparent acidic quality it took had to anything non-dragon. Grah's green underside soon became painted with the white liquid.

Both their orgasms lasted substantially longer than before, what with Grah feeding Maul's load, and Maul inadvertently giving Grah the massage of a lifetime as he kept himself docked inside the shaft. Together they rode out the next several minutes, unspoken, until the end of their peak was finally within reach.

For that entire time Maul had lost all will to hold his own weight. Eventually he found it within himself to stop bearing down on Grah and, after rolling the two of them onto their sides, also pulled away. But not before he gave another quick lick to the blue muzzle. Regaining his composure, he was the first to stand upright.

"Perhaps now you see the importance of a good morning stretch," Maul hummed pleasantly.

Grah took it as his queue to stand up as well, shaking off any leftover liquids or debris. "Oh, I don't know," he responded in a mock-playful tone, "I suppose it was only a little better than napping on the beach all day."

Maul said nothing, and only stared back.

"Oh, fine, it was utterly exhilarating." He nudged against the bigger red creature. "Besides, it looks as though we've created more shoreline for the humans here. They seem to like congregating next to the water."

Only in this case it was a mixture of water and spunk. The weight of the two rolling about caused the seawater to mix with their ejaculate, forming a literal sea of seed.

"Splendid! Truly marvelous!" Maul exclaimed. "Now do you see the need to exercise our little critters?"

"It took some convincing, but, I see the importance of it now."

Maul nudged back this time. The two remained rock hard, their erections never actually dying down. They looked almost natural together like this.

"By the way, Maul? You wouldn't mind accompanying me to the next city, would you? It's not far," Grah explained, "and I fear I may have made those humans go softer than these. I've spent more time there lazing around."

Maul half-lidded his eyes, and leaned down to give Grah a tender nuzzle. "My dear, I thought you'd never ask."