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"You don't have to do this." Quentin insisted for the tenth time that morning. "You could stay here, make a new life for yourself like the rest of us. Warden's Folly is a great place once you give it a chance."

"It's a very nice town." Inkblot agreed, keeping her determined pace as the two walked through the streets. "But I don't like being penned in to any one place. I'm a wanderer, and need to be free to travel as I desire. I could never be happy trapped here. Besides, someone needs to be sacrificed to this bastard, right? Better a newcomer than someone who actually likes living here."

"There are others who are willing." It was a feeble argument and they both knew it. No one would willingly choose to be sacrificed to a dragon, unless they had no other choice.

"I appreciate what you're trying to do." The woman offered with a smile. "But I have no intention of dying here. I've never met an obstacle I couldn't beat, and this is no exception."

"Anyone can say that, until they get killed by a dragon. But I guess there really is no stopping you. I will still pray for your safety, though."

"Thanks. I'll probably need it."

They soon arrived at the stables on the outer edge of the city. The large structure, built directly into the city wall, was clearly meant to hold hundred of steeds. The smell certainly implied that they were put to good use.

"The stable master, Mr. Stibbs, said that a few of the birds have returned from their, uh, business. He'll be able to set you up with transportation to Aetaluxus' lair."

"Thank you, Quentin, for everything." Inkblot said, bowing before the rabbit. "You've helped me through a lot. Even though some of it was partly your fault."

"I'll never look at a spider the same way again." He admitted with a shiver. "But I assure you, that's nothing compared to what Aetaluxus is capable of."

"If I can handle the wolves, plants, and spiders, I can handle this." She assured him. "Just you wait. I will complete this trial, and maybe even free you all from this realm."

Quentin merely shrugged before taking her hand. "Good luck, Inkblot. I'll pray for your safe return."

"I'll see you again soon." She promised him, returning his firm handshake before stepping inside the stables.

The insides of the stables smelled far stronger than outside. And were far noisier, the cries and whinnies of various animals carrying through the dusty, wooden building. A fat, boar like man in dirty overalls was the first person to greet her, an almost mocking grin on his snout.

"You must be the fresh meat." He said, chuckling gruffly as he sized her up. "Not much meat on ya. Luxie's gonna use you as a toothpick."

"Even toothpicks can kill." Inkblot countered with a confident grin. "And you must be Mr. Stibbs. You got a mount for me, or what?"

"Sure do." The boar chuckled, looking her over once more. "But we ain't go time for such fun. Got a bird all set up to take you to the mountain. Shame to lose you to that beast after just meetin' ya, but so be it. Boy! Hey get in here, Boy!"

At his call, a young meerkat came running in, his overalls caked in mud and filth. "You called, Mr. Stibbs?"

"Yes. I want you take this young lady here to the aviary, and set her up for a trip to Aetaluxus' mountain. Her bird should already be in his stable and saddled up. Oh, just make sure to-"

A loud crash from nearby distracted the man, his brow furrowing as he stormed off to investigate. "What the blue balls is going on in there!? If anything's broken you'll be mucking out the stalls with your bare hands!"

The young man simply shrugged, before gesturing for Inkblot to follow him. "Best to get going before he gets even madder."

"Seems like a nice guy." The woman said, glad to be away from the man. "Never knew one person could smell worse than an entire stable."

The boy started to laugh, but quickly stopped himself. "He works us real hard, but we learn a lot. And there's a lot to learn, with so many different kinds of animals here."

He led her through another set of doors and into a large paddock with wide stalls. For a moment the boy looked unsure, checking a few of the empty stalls before finding the right one. Inkblot's jaw dropped a bit as the majestic creature was led out. It's birdlike head and torso were covered in fine, black feathers, while the muscles in its equine flank flexed with every step. It's talons and hooves clacked against the floor, the mighty steed standing proudly before her. "A hippogriff..."

"Best flying steeds we have here." The boy explained. "Strong, smart, and fast. He'll get you to the mountain in an hour, tops."

"Where's the saddle?" The fox had been expecting a traditional saddle, strapped to the hippogriff's back. Instead a harness of sorts was strapped to the hippogriff, with additional supports hanging beneath it. "Wait, you don't plan to strap me underneath this thing, do you?"

"It's safer this way, trust me." The stable boy insisted. "The hippogriffs don't like people sitting on their backs. We get in the way of their wings, and you do not want to be thrown from a saddle a hundred yards in the air."

Inkblot knelt down to get a closer look at the harness. It seemed secure enough, perhaps even comfortable for both of them. She couldn't help but frown when she saw just how close the back of the harness was to his sheath and avocado sized balls though. "I heard it's breeding season. This guy got his rocks off already, right?"

"I think so." The boy said, though he didn't sound certain. "If he hadn't, he wouldn't be here and saddled up, I'm sure."

"Fine. Then let's get this over with."

With help from the young man, Inkblot was able to crawl into the unusual harness. She was strapped in tightly against his body, afforded a limited view between his forelegs and almost no mobility.

"When you get there, you'll pull this buckle to free yourself." The stable boy explained. "Other than that, just hang tight and enjoy the view. The hippogriff will do all the work."

He lead them to the center of the paddock, talking to the beast now as he removed the reigns. "Take her to the mountain pass, boy. Black and white flag. Understand?"

The hippogriff chirped once, then spread his mighty wings. Inkblot yelped as the ground suddenly dropped from under her, holding tightly as the hippogriff flew to the sky. She saw Mr. Stibbs come running in, yelling something to the stable boy, but couldn't hear a thing past the rushing of wind in her ears.

"You fool boy! What have you done!?" Mr. Stibbs cried, grabbing the young man by the shoulders. "That's the wrong bloody bird!"

"But... You said..."

"You were supposed to take the one in that stable! You just sent her up there with Ebonshaft!"

"Who?"

"Crazy Penelope's bird!" The boar roared. "She gets her jollies by having that thing fuck her in flight. Ebonshaft wasn't let out to breed so Penny could have him all rough and horny all for herself. Things got a bad case of blue balls and is trained to fuck his rider!"

"Oh no..."

They both looked up as Inkblot and Ebonshaft disappeared from sight, unable to call them back. "That girl is in for one hell of a ride. Hope she survives to make it to the dragon."

Though terrifying at first, Inkblot was soon thoroughly enjoying her flight. The hippogriff kept a steady pace, flying majestically through the air and affording the vixen a view like no other. The ground streamed passed far below, the trees little more than green blobs and the wildlife mere specks from her aerial vantage. It was hard for her to look away, her glowing eyes constantly scanning back and forth as she took in the endless view. "This makes me wish I could be a bird. I'd love to enjoy this whenever I want."

Despite the view, Inkblot managed to turn her gaze forward, the wind roaring in her ears as she looked passed the hippogriff's forelegs. A large mountain peak was barely visible in the distance, its outline just perceptible through the clouds. "That must be it." She gripped the harness tighter, her jaw set in solid determination as she stared at her destination. "Prepare yourself, dragon. Cause I'm coming for your ass."

The hippogriff let out a mighty cry, as if in support of Inkblot's determination. She could feel his muscular body pulsing as he beat his wings, his legs seeming to buck through the air as they traveled. A confident, excited grin spread across Inkblot's muzzle. It felt like things might actually go according to plan for once. It was an encouraging feeling that lasted until she felt something hard and damp start pressing against her ass.

"Seriously?" Inkblot groaned, trying to pull herself forward in the hardness. "Don't get any ideas, bird brain. That's not the kind of ride I signed up for."

The hippogriff let out another cry, and Inkblot felt the pressure against her ass building as his horse cock continued to grow from his sheath. The fox, growing more concerned by the moment, struggled even harder against the harness. But she was strapped in too tight, unable to move as that flat cock head pressed against the seat of her pants. She instead tried to shift slighty, hoping to get that growing length to slip behind her back or below her. But the harness seemed designed to hold her in the perfect position to be mounted, preventing her from moving even an inch.

"Why does every single animal in this world want to fuck me?" For a moment Inkblot thought about freeing herself from the harness and just holding on by hand. But a quick glance down chased that thought from her mind. They still had miles to go, and as bad as getting fucked might be, falling would be infinitely worse.

"This is such horse SHIT!" The woman grimaced as her pants suddenly gave way, the hippogriff's head forcing itself into her tailstar. Though not the thickest she'd taken since arriving in this world, the sudden, dry penetration had set her poor hole ablaze. She clenched her muscles, trying to push him back out, but the winged beast proved the stronger, his doppled length continuing to slip through her stretched ring and into her body. It almost seemed endless, Inkblot gritting her teeth as she was slowly impaled by nearly two feet of horse cock. By the time he was fully hard, a noticeable bulge pulsed obscenely in the vixen's stomach, reaching nearly to her breasts. The woman let out a slow breath, adjusting to her new predicament as they continued to fly. "Okay. I can handle this. It's... oof... not too bad. It's not like he can th-thrust, right?"

Ebonshaft let out a few chirps, then suddenly arched his back. His muscular body convulsed in time with his wings, pulling his shaft out a few inches then thrusting in once more. The hippogriff quickly fell into a steady rhythm, mating deep in Inkblot's ass while maintaining his course for the mountain.

"Oh fuck." Inkblot groaned. She had given up on trying to stop the beast, unable to do anything to get away that didn't risk a severe drop. One of her hands tightly gripped her stomach, feeling Ebonshaft's cock grind into her with each flap of his wings. The long shaft filled her up so deeply, and the short yet steady thrusts felt surprisingly good. Amazing even, as her eyes started rolling up in her head, the remains of her pants growing damp with her own building lust. The hippogriff clearly knew what he was doing, Inkblot giving up resisting to simply enjoy the ride to the end. "Oh fuck yeah..."

Her vision blurred as Ebonshaft continued to mate with her. His cried of pleasure echoed through the clear sky, occasionally accompanied by the distant call of the other still mating hippogriff. Inkblot barely noticed over her own moaning, the vixen twitching in pleasure and quickly becoming lost in a fog. Ebonshaft's short, rapid thrusts had quickly brought her to the edge of cumming, but the steady pace was keeping her on the edge, forcing her to endure the toe curling bliss. And endure she did, happily, until she felt the crown of his mighty cock begin flaring wider within her stomach.

"Oh gods." The pleasure heightened with that thickening crown, Inkblot grasping her stomach with both hands as Ebonshaft's thrusting became more frantic. "Wait! We're almost there! I... oh fuck... so close!"

Her protests went ignored, Ebonshaft letting out a mighty cry as his heavy balls slapped against her. She felt his cock pulse within her as his thick seed exploded into her stomach. The sudden pressure was the last push the fox needed, her voice crying out as she came along with her mount. His seed continued to flood her innards, Inkblot's stomach ballooning out around the bulge of his cock. Soon, that outline was lost, and the vixen was left looking rather pregnant, and very satisfied.

"So full." She mewled, hugging her bloated stomach as they finally neared the mountain. Ebonshaft's erotic flight had shortened travel time, the hippogriff descending as Inkblot's stomach sloshed with every flap of his wings. She was thankful for the timely arrival, wanting to deflate herself as soon as possible. As enjoyable as the ride had ended up being, the pressure was quickly growing uncomfortable, and the beast's shaft was still firmly planted in her ass.

Ebonshaft descended into a gentle landing in an open area halfway up the mountain, near a pole bearing a black and white flag. As soon as he stopped, Inkblot pulled the release, falling free from the harness and dropping to her hands and knees. Despite the release she found herself still impaled, Ebonshaft's cock now only half buried within her. With a grimace she started crawling forward, gently pulling free inch by inch.

She was just about to pull free when Ebonshaft let out another cry, rearing up before pushing forward. "Whoa, hey, whoa!" Inkblot tried to escape but the hippogriff was faster, driving her to the ground and impaling her once more. Free of the harness, Ebonshaft was able to mount her more properly, the full length of his dick grinding through her ring and pounding her already bloated belly.

"Not again." Inkblot growled. Pushing through the overwhelming pleasure, the vixen managed to find her strength. She crawled forward, trying to slip free of the pistoning shaft. Ebonshaft kept pace with her at first, stepping forward with her. But as he neared his peak Inkblot was able to make ground, the beast too distracted to notice. Another orgasmic cry filled the air, Ebonshaft's cock pulsing as a fresh load of cum rushed to fill the fox. Inkblot let out her own cry, but her's was one of determination. As the first rope of seed left Ebonshaft's dick, Inkblot pulled forward, freeing herself from the erupting crown.

Thick ropes of hot cum splattered against her back, coating her from tails to ears as the hippogriff bucked the air. Her own muscles convulsed with his, the collected seed flooding from her stretched tailhole as Inkblot let out a long and content sigh. Her stomach continued to deflate as Ebonshaft emptied his balls, the spent fox simply taking a moment to catch her breath as the cum pooled around her twitching body.

Finally satisfied, Ebonshaft let out a few content chirps before meandering around a nearby ridge, cum still drooling from his softening cock. Regaining her composure, Inkblot forced herself up to her knees, then into her paws. Hippogriff seed dripped in thick globs from her fur, saturating her with the beast's thick musk. Even her clothes were soaked through, hanging heavily on her body.

"Perfect." She grumbled, wiping cum away from her eyes. "This is not the type of bath I wanted today. So much for being done mating. And don't I just strike an imposing figure. Yeah, scales is gonna be so intimidated when he sees me."

She heaved a heavy breath, resigning herself to her sticky situation. The nearby sound of water perked her ears, and she dared to follow the sound around the ridge. To her delight she found a small pond full of fresh, clear water. Ebonshaft lazily lapped at the crystal pool, paying her no mind as he quenched his thirst. "Well, at least I can clean off this mess, your mess, before I take on any dragons. Silver lining, right?"

"Without hesitation she threw off her soaked clothes and stepped into the cool water. The vixen submerged herself for a moment, letting the water soak into her hair and fur. She gently ran her fingers over her body, taking her time to clean as much of the spunk off her body as she could. She took her time, enjoying the relaxing water while she still could, a quiet respite before the upcoming battle.

"There, that should do it." Satisfied, Inkblot stepped out of the pool, shaking as much water from her fur as she could. Ebonshaft relaxed nearby, watching as the fox went back to her ruined clothes. "This mess is your fault, you know." Inkblot shot at the hippogriff. "It'll take forever to clean all this stuff out of these scraps. And there's nothing I can do to fix this hole."

She sighed, tossing the clothes aside and turning her attention up the mountain side. "Well, I might as well go up there naked. If big boy is the lord of this perverse land he'll probably try to have sex with me anyway. Alright, no time like the present. You stay here, bird brain. I'm gonna need your wings again, after I kill this dragon."

After a short walk along the mountain trail, the three tailed fox came across a cavern entrance. The opening was massive, implying the size of the mountain's inhabitant. She felt naked and miniscule before the cavern, and not just for her lack of clothes. Steadying her nerves and tightening her fists, Inkblot found the resolve to fight through her fear, forcing herself to step passed the threshold and enter the dragon's lair.

The inside of the cavern was surprisingly well lit, several glowing stones evenly spaced along the walls cast a warm glow through the smooth surfaces. It was a clean, well maintained lair, the home of a creature that obviously cared greatly about his surroundings. Inkblot took it all in as she delved deeper into the cavern, not letting her guard down for a moment. Underestimated a dragon was usually the last mistake anyone could make.

Inkblot soon made it to the back of the cavern, and she nearly lost her breath at what she saw. A large pile of gold and other treasures were piled up along the back wall, reflecting the light from the stones and brightening the cavern even further. A dragon man was splayed out across the gold pile, his rich violet scales a stark contrast to the bright treasure. His eyes, a glowing green, fell upon her as soon as she stepped into view, a grin spreading across his face.

"Welcome, little one." He greeted her. "Behold the splendor of Aetaluxus the Ever Hungering. Your timing is impeccable. I've been feeling ravenous for days."

"Sorry, but I'm not here to satisfy your appetite." Inkblot countered, standing defiantly before the dragon. "I'm here to defeat you, and finish this stupid trial once and for all."

"Oh are you now?" Letting out a deep, rumbling chuckle, Aetaluxus rose from his gold bed. He stepped up to the fox, his twelve foot tall frame towering over her own. "And how do you intend to do that, little fox?"

"Well..." The woman was admittedly stumped. She hadn't thought ahead this far, hadn't even known what to expect. It certainly hadn't been what stood before her now, Aetaluxus grinning down on her with overwhelming pride. She felt just a bit powerless under his intimidating gaze, almost lost hope. But she refused to back down, squaring her shoulders and locking eyes with the dragon. "I'll outlast you, Ever Hungering. I'm too stubborn to give up before you're defeated."

"A bold claim, but none have ever been able to pace my stamina." Aetaluxus grinned. "Every sacrifice before you has failed. Most barely last a day. Oh to have a companion that could slake my hunger more appropriately. In fact, I hope your claims hold true. And I certainly implore you to try."

His grin took a sinister turn as he gestured downward. Inkblot followed his gaze, and gasped as she saw his fully erect dragon dick bobbing in the air before her. The deep purple shaft was already drooling with pre, his cock longer and thicker than she was comfortable with. Aetaluxus gripped the base of his shaft, giving Inkblot a good look at the many spines running along the underside. It was the most intimidating cock she'd ever seen, and she knew there was no escaping it.

"What's the matter, little fox? You were just making such bold claims." Aetaluxus sneered, waving his cock in her face. "Come now, here's your chance to prove yourself. Let's put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use."

Inkblot swallowed nervously as a thick drop of pre dripped from his tip. She took hold of his pulsing shaft, needing both hands to fully wrap around that girth. She spread her jaw, attempting to take that cock into her maw. His pre had an overwhelming taste, musky and just a bit sweet. She tried to push on, but the dragon's shaft proved formidable, stretching her jaw to the limit after just a few inches.

"Oh, you'll have to do better than that to satisfy me, little fox." Aetaluxus taunted, watching with delight as she struggled to swallow him down. "Here, let me help you."

Inkblot felt his large hand grip the back of her head, and before she could react he thrust deep into her throat. The woman gagged, her eyes shooting wide open as her neck visibly bulged. Half the dragon's cock had been forced into her maw, Inkblot struggling to breath as she choked on the spiney shaft. She tried to push away, but Aetaluxus held her firmly in place, chuckling as she sputtered around his dick.

"What's the matter, too much for you?" He taunted, gently rocking his hips. "It isn't even all in. How do you expect to defeat me if you can't even swallow it all?"

The woman glared up at him, managing to raise both middle fingers despite her predicament. The deviant display brought a rumbling laugh to the dragon's maw. "Oh, I do like a toy with a bit of fight in her. Makes it all the more satisfying when they finally break."

Inkblot would have flipped him off again, but her attention had shifted to more pressing matters. Her lungs were starting to ache, her chest tightening up and her vision blurring as she struggled for every short, desperate breath. Passing out this soon would certainly mean defeat, but Aetaluxus was proving stronger, keeping his dick lodged deep in her throat. He seemed to enjoy her struggling, chuckling as he watched her gag and desperately try to pull herself free.

"You know what your problem is?" Aetaluxus asked with a sinister grin. "You're at a bad angle. I can't get passed the back of that tight throat of yours, not like this. Here, let me help you."

Before Inkblot knew what was happening, Aetaluxus had grabbed hold of her ankles and hoisted her into the air. Now upside down, her back pressed against his chest, there was almost nothing the vixen could do to fight back. Thinking fast she grabbed hold of his dick, trying to hold herself up. But it was difficult fighting against gravity, and the new angle opened her throat up for his length. Slowly, lubed by her own spit and weakening muscles, Inkblot began sliding down his shaft, swallowing inch by spiney inch.

"Now isn't this better?" The dragon asked with a laugh. "And what do we have here? Looks like someone's been having fun in my realm. Been playing with the local plant life, have we?"

Inkblot flinched as Aetaluxus ran his thick tongue around her exposed cervix. The distraction dropped her a few more inches along his dick, the spines visible beneath her neck as she gagged for air. She tried to kick at his face, but the dragon's grip was too strong. He continued to lap at her prolapsed pussy undeterred, savoring the flavor of her blue nethers while sending waves of pleasure through her body.

It was all too much for Inkblot. Her mind was already in an oxygen deprived fog, and the added pleasure only mixed with the tightness in her chest. Pleasure and pain conflicted within her, the woman's toes curling as her eyes rolled up in her head. She had nearly swallowed his entire length, stretching her throat nearly down to her stomach. Her muscles twitched as his skilled tongue circled her pussy, flicking her swollen clit and even daring to probe her sensitive tailstar. She couldn't fight back, couldn't even think as her entire body tightened up against her will. Her legs and tails shot out straight as she came, nearly passing out as an intense orgasm rocked her body and mind.

"Delicious. Sweet with a hint of hippogriff." Aetaluxus said as he licked his lips, releasing Inkblot from his grasp. Now free, the fox slipped off his considerable length to collapse to the floor. She took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with glorious air. She shakily got to her legs, coughing and sputtering through every breath.

"You're still conscious? I'm impressed."

"Was that... the best... you've got?" Inkblot taunted between breaths, stubbornly holding to her earlier boasts. "I expected more... from a dragon."

"Watch your tongue, little fox." Aetaluxus warned as he stepped behind her, grabbing her hips and lifting her ass up higher. "Don't want to bite off more than you can chew. After all, that was only the appetizer. Now it's time for the main course. Better pray you did a good job."

Without any further warning, Aetaluxus pressed his cock against Inkblot's tailhole. The woman yelped, but fought her instincts to try and keep him out. She knew she didn't have the strength, and that it would feel better for both of them if she let him have his way with her. "All I need to do is outlast him. Let him fuck me till he passes out. Then he's mine."

It seemed like a solid plan in theory, but as that dragon dick continued to push into her ass, she started to have some doubts. He was easily as long as the hippogriff, and twice as thick. And those spines added another level of pleasure, flicking against her tailstar as he pressed in deeper. Her stomach was already bulging, Inkblot having trouble breathing as the dragon bottomed out.

"What a lovely fit you are." Aetaluxus cooed, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of her wrapped around his cock. "The best I've had in a long time. Here's hoping you don't pop too quickly."

"The hippogriff was a tighter fit." Inkblot lied, steadying herself for what was to come. "Do your worst."

"If you insist."Not falling for her taunts, the dragon pulled all the way out, then thrust in hard. Inkblot yelped, her eyes tearing up as the dragon repeatedly rammed his cock into her tight ass. Her entire body was aflame in mere moments, the thick shaft and rubbery spines sending waves of electric heat through her. She couldn't help but gasp lewdly with each thrust, her muscles trying to milk his shaft with each deep thrust.

"Better than a hippogriff, eh?" Aetaluxus taunted. "You're such a tight little fox. Yet so accommodating. I bet you could take me at full size even."

"F-Full size?" Inkblot whimpered. She couldn't even imagine anything bigger than this.

"You didn't think this meager body was my true form, did you?" Aetaluxus growled. "This is just a facade I use, so as to not frighten guests. Few can handle me at my fullest, the true me. But I think you can."

The dragon thrust in deep and held there, letting out a roar that echoed through the stone walls. Inkblot heard a cracking sound, felt the presence over her become larger, could feel his power growing. And to her surprise, she could feel his cock growing larger within her. The bulge in her stomach grew along with the rest of the dragon, growing longer and thicker by the moment. She could only watch as her stomach was stretched up passed her breasts, the tip soon close enough for her to suckle on, though he was now far too thick for her maw.

Aetaluxus let out another, greater roar as his transformation completed. The feral dragon was more than twice the size of his previous form, Inkblot barely noticeable beneath his intimidating form. His dick alone was longer than her torso, and the fox was truly in awe that it fit at all.

"My, but you are a stretchy one." The dragon rumbled, his voice carrying far more weight. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were made of rubber. Fortuitous, as I intend to use you as my own personal sex toy."

"This might be tougher than I THOUGHT!" Inkblot yelped as the mighty dragon resumed thrusting into her. The massive girth quickly overwhelmed her, the woman mewling as she held on for dear life. The intense pleasure was indescribable, her nerves screaming with a mixture of pleasure and pain that left her unable to speak. All she could do was mewl helplessly, struggling simply to keep her wits as Aetaluxus the Ever Hungering had his way with her.

The mountain itself seemed to quiver from their mating. Aetaluxus growled hungrily as he thrust, thoroughly enjoying himself as he used her. His claws dug into the stone, tail lashing wildly as his cock throbbed with a primal lust. Inkblot was driven against the ground as his thrusting became more intense, and it wasn't until she heard his roar that she knew how close he actually was.

His cock pulsed as he thrust in hilt deep, and Inkblot howled as she felt his hot, thick cum flood her insides. Her body quivered, her already deformed stomach inflating as his seed filled her. Spurt after heavy spurt, she ballooned out until her body finally reached its limit. And yet he continued to cum, Inkblot's eyes going wide as she felt the thick cream rise in her throat. A rich, salty taste flooded her mouth, the excess cum spilling passed her lips and pooling on the ground before her.

"Not bad." Aetaluxus said, wrapping a claw around Inkblot and pulling her off his shaft. He gave her body a squeeze, and the poor fox froze as cum erupted from both ends. The mighty dragon sat back as Inkblot sputtered to breath through all the seed, held comfortably in his claw. "And still awake. Impressive indeed. You're either the most capable, or most stubborn mate I've had in quite a long time."

"Probably both." Inkblot spat. "Either way, I'm not giving up. I will outlast you, dragon. And I will defeat you."

"Now you just sound foolish." Aetaluxus snarled. "But so be it. I encourage you to keep fighting. I prefer my mates to be awake for as long as possible. Now, let's move on to the real fun."

The dragon held her up, leveling her body with his massive cock once more. "I think it's time we fix this little prolapse of yours. So unsightly. You'll look much better bloated with my seed."

He pressed the tip of his dick against her cervix, and Inkblot was barely able to brace herself before he thrust in. In one fluid motion, her womb was pushed back into place, then further up as she was impaled on his dragon dick. Her entire passage was stretched wide, from her sensitive folds, through her tight cervix and straight to the back of her precious womb. She was barely able to comprehend what she felt and saw, her stomach bulging and stretched up before her muzzle. She could even see a few of his spines outlined in her fur, though one seemed a bit out of place compared to the others.

Aetaluxus didn't seem to notice. He was too busy enjoying the feel of her velvety folds as they stretched around his shaft. Keeping a firm grip on her body, the dragon began stroking his shaft, using her more as a sex toy than a mate. He started slow, taking his time while prolonging Inkblot's torment. His spines dug into her nerves, already stretched to the limit, and Inkblot was once again at a loss for words. Her toes curled as the pleasure assaulted her, her entire body feeling like a pussy in heat as the dragon increased his speed.

"Looks like someone's enjoying herself." Aetaluxus teased as he smirked at her blank expression, eyes glowing brightly as her tongue hung loosely out of her mouth. "Don't black out on me yet. I want to see your expression when I cum. And remember this: this hole is one way. You'll be forced to take every last drop of my seed all at once. I wonder how much you can take before popping."

"Shit." A bit of panic set in with that warning. She had only been able to handle it before because the excess leaked out of her mouth. That wasn't going to happen this time, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Aetaluxus' grip was too strong, and her own body had gone limp from the intense pleasure. His thrusting, which had grown faster, had her enduring one toe curling orgasm after another. She couldn't even feel pain anymore, putting all her focus into keeping her wits about her. She was determined to outlast him, even if it meant enduring a thousand orgasms in a row and a lake's worth of dragon cum.

And it seemed like she'd have to. Aetaluxus was once again growling in tune to his building lust. He tightened his grip as his dick throbbed. His eyes shut tight, his growl turning into a triumphant roar as he flew passed the edge. Inkblot's stomach bulged as his thick seed erupted into her womb, filling the sensitive organ like a water balloon. Inkblot watched in shock as her stomach bloated up, pulsing with every shot of cum. She quickly hit her limit, swelling up until she looked pregnant with a dozen babies. The pressure, the very fullness, had her eyes rolling up in her head, whimpering through one last orgasm as the dragon finally finished blowing his massive load.

"Not bad at all." Aetaluxus sighed, a satisfied smirk on his maw. "You even managed to keep it all in. And don't you just look so deliciously perfect swollen up with my seed."

Inkblot let out a grown in response. Her hands gently rubbed at her stretched abdomen. It looked like Ebonshaft had curled up inside her womb to take a nap, the vixen unable to even see the dragon passed the engorged mass of white fur. Everything below her waist has done numb, she couldn't even feel his cock still lodged within her, but she held on, fighting to stay conscious through it all.

"Still awake? Now I really am impressed." The dragon muttered, gently caressing her stomach with a scaly claw. "Few of my mates have ever even survived this part, but none before have managed to endure it without passing out. You really are special, little fox. But I wonder, can you handle another go? You better hope so, because my hunger is far from satiated." Aetaluxus' voice took on an insidious growl as his grip tightened around her limp form. "It's going to take so much more to satisfy me, little fox. Do you really think you can endure it? How far will your body stretch before you burst? How much pleasure can you take before you go completely mad? I think it's time we... what?"

Aetaluxus winced suddenly, his threats cut off unexpectedly. The dragon's face twisted in a curious expression, before suddenly letting out an ear shattering howl. The cavern rumbled as his cry echoed through the walls, Inkblot forced to cover her ears against the sound. He began thrashing about, pulling the young vixen from his shaft and tossing her aside, momentarily forgotten. The moment she was uncorked, a deluge of dragon cum erupted from her stretched pussy. Inkblot cried out, though her voice was barely audible over the dragon's screams, as her muscles tightened all at once. She could feel the seed flowing through her, the force enough to send waves of pleasure through her exhausted nerves. Her body thrashed as she came, which only increased the pressure on her womb. Dragon seed flooded the cavern floor, pooling all around her as her body forcibly emptied itself, the fox simply hanging on for the ride.

Eventually the pressure subsided, the flow of cream waning to a meager trickle. Her stomach still looked bloated, but Inkblot merely appeared pregnant, as though she were only a few weeks away from delivering a single child. Her womb was still engorged with cum, but her muscles simply didn't have the strength to push any longer. But it was enough to allow her to move again, and when she sat up, she gasped at what she saw before her.

Aetaluxus no longer screamed, though many rumbling whimpers still emanated from his chest. One hand was firmly wrapped around his cock, which bulged oddly along the underside. Inkblot could see a strange, orb like protrusion working its way down the length of his shaft, but more shocking was what was coming out of it. Thick vines, coated in dragon seed, were sprouting from the end of his urethra. The tendrils were quickly working their way around the dragon's body, wrapping around his spiney shaft and slithering down towards his ass. Aetaluxus, though not truly bound, seemed unable to fight back, his eyes rolling up in his head as he fought for every breath.

"You... tricked me..." He managed to growl, his glassy eyes eventually seeking her out. "Lust vine... you hid it in you... not fair..."

"What? I don't..." Inkblot struggled to her feet as she tried to comprehend what she saw. Suddenly, Aetaluxus' hips jerked, the dragon roaring as thick globs of cum attempted to shoot from his cock. The blockage prevented easy passage, his seed simply drooling down the length of his shaft. As he came, the vines moved quickly. Several forced their way into his ass, stretching his tailhole out wide as they burrowed in deep. Others began wrapping around his body, binding the dragon atop his pile of treasure. They worked their way up to his head, where several thick vines, already growing a familiar looking fruit, worked their way passed his jaw and down his throat. Aetaluxus let out a gurgle as the vines continued to restrict him, his glowing eyes rolling up in his head as he seemed to cum again. But this time there was no seed, only a dry orgasm that seemed to strengthen the vines even further.

"What the hell?" Inkblot watched, jaw agape, as the mighty Aetaluxus the Ever Hungering disappeared beneath a mass of writhing vines. Vines that looked much like the plant that had attacked her several days ago. Vines the were quickly growing along the cavern walls, claiming this cave as their own.

"I gotta get outta here." Inkblot turned to run, but her legs were still weak, and her bloated stomach had thrown off her sense of balance. She stumbled to the ground just as another muffled roar came from the trapped dragon. This one sounded less threatening than any of the others, an almost defeated cry of acceptance. Inkblot didn't think too long on it though. The vines were growing, and she didn't want to join Aetaluxus in his imprisonment. She scrambled to her claws and started to run, but as she stood her head began to spin. Inkblot's vision blurred, flashes of light appearing in the corner of her sight as the world seemed to disappear around her. There was a loud crack, and the feeling of falling through a bright void. And just as suddenly, everything went black.