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He wasn't just a dragon. He was well known and feared as the worst of them all. With such a reputation, Spike feared no interruption as he rested in the woods, indulging himself. He was sprawled out, bright orange among the green of the forest, making as much noise as he liked. There was no need for a lair when he was known as the most fearsome dragon in all the land. If anyone doubted that claim, then they needed only catch a glimpse of him masturbating with the help of another dragon's skull.

Spike had digested the rival some days ago, and kept that grim trophy so that he might continue reminding his prey who was in charge even long after his demise. The roughness of the bone didn't bother him, and he plunged the entire skull up and down his spade-tipped ebony cock, letting the lesser dragon suck him off long after his untimely end inside his stomach. He didn't bother to keep from making noise, either. Grunting, growling, practically roaring out as he projected his dominance and triumph towards all the creatures in the trees. Branches bent back from the sounds, rustling the leaves as he indulgenced himself at the expensive of a formally vicious dragon.

He kept that skull pumping up and down his shaft, but it was more ornamental than anything. The real pleasure came from his tail. He had it stuffed down inside of him, pushing in and out of his tailvent with increasingly wild speed. No need to be gentle with himself. He practically had half of the whole thing stuffed inside him at that point, stopping only where it grew too thick to push any further. And he was fucking himself hard, pounding his own ass with every inch of scaly tail he could fit, loudly projecting the sounds he made in all directions, not caring who overheard.

Other dragons hid in caves. Shunned by all, they feared those who might come to harm them. Spike on the other hand simply claimed a piece of land for his own, wherever he decided to wander. No one dared to approach him anymore, much less touch him. Not after he had burnt down so many homes, snapped up so many villagers and knights alike in his jaws. He'd eaten lords and ladies, even a princess or two, and it was only a matter of time before he claimed himself a rich, fatty king. There was no one who could stop him.

It was that particular thought that brought him to orgasm. The other dragon's teeth were softened by the digestive trip, but they still remained firm enough to stroke up and down Spike's dick, pressing into those hard scales hard enough to get him off. He snorted out hot steam, bucked his hips a few times, and fired off his entire load into his former enemy's skull. It instantly overflowed, the eye sockets and nostrils bursting out with jets of seed to splatter in all directions. Plenty of it ended up dripping down his own scales, but he didn't mind. Why not be adorned with his own dominant scent?

As his cum stopped flowing, dribbling out where a pair of fierce eyes used to be, he tossed his head back and growled towards the sky. It had been cloudless before - so he was rather surprised to find his vision darkened by something blocking the sun. And it only grew darker, descending towards him. In his usual state he might have been ready for the attack, but his relaxed, orgasmic sprawl left him completely vulnerable. That anyone would even dare was a shock, leaving him briefly stunned before he turned his mind to teaching the attacker a lesson. Once he figured out who exactly was attacking him.

A solid thud of scale meeting scale sent Spike reeling, and he was swiftly enveloped in an oddly cool sensation. That went along with his body being wrapped up tight in powerful, constricting coils. A snake. And a huge one at that. Big enough to completely encompass the entirety of the dragon's bulk in those decisive moments, to wrap him up and start squeezing. Spike had never felt such power. Such muscular strength, clamping down upon him from top to bottom. He'd been caught, and knowing he'd been defeated without a proper fight was leaving him absolutely steaming with frustration.

If he tried to puff flame, he got nowhere. The grip was far too tight around his chest, barely letting him breathe. And it kept getting tighter. Maybe crushingly so, testing the integrity of his bones. Of course, he was a dragon. Nothing could break him but for another dragon. And he'd already proven he was was the strongest of them all. At least to any of those who thought to challenge him for territory.

Maybe he could have bitten, could have lashed out and thrashed his claws at his aggressor in effort to make him change his mind. But something about that confining embrace felt oddly good. Maybe even arousing, leaving him puffing out, remaining quite silent. He still struggled - flexing his muscles and trying to simply force the snake to let him go. But it was like trying to move a mountain. Not quite as impossible for a dragon as it might have been for other creatures, but still well out of his grasp.

He didn't say a word until the snake got right in his face. That left him gazing into the amber eyes of the blue-scaled serpent, leaving him scowling at the smug smirk he was wearing.

"And just who do you think you are?" Spike demanded, as gruffly as he could manage. The breathlessness enforced by that crushing grip made him sound a little less intimidating than he intended.

The snake had a relaxed, casual way of speaking. He bobbed his head back and forth, still wearing that smirk. "Me? I'm Montiga. Pleased to meet you, meat."

Spike was indignant. "Meat? Just who do - am I supposed to know your name?"

"No," Montiga simply answered. "But it's an important one for you now. I'm the one hired to take care of you."

Spike snarled out, gnashing his teeth, practically spitting on the snake in the process. "Just try it."

"I will! That's the whole point of this. And right now..." Monty leaned in close, breathing in the dragon's face, not seeming to be afraid of his teeth. "I feel pretty good about my odds. You act tough, but deep down you know I've already beaten you. There's no escaping my coils."

Spike didn't have much of a reply for that. Mainly because all the air was being squeezed completely out of his lungs. It only took a subtle tightening of the naga's muscles, but it was more than enough to keep him from breathing at all. So he just had to simmer in his anger a while yet while the snake had his way with his body.

That meant soon introduced the dragon to his twin shafts, as the pulsed up from their slit where hips met coils, slick and already dripping down with a smattering of fragrant snake juices. Spike made a distinct gesture of turning his attention away, trying make it seem like he didn't even notice those engorged shafts as they rubbed and groped against his exposed scales. Right over his soles, smearing that generous pre, and slit-lube over his surprisingly sensitive toes. Spike could have kicked, could have thrown a fit, even if it wasn't productive. But he just ended up letting it happen.

Seeing that, the snake relaxed his grip. Only slightly, ensuring the dragon was still entirely trapped, but enough that he could breathe again. Spike gasped out, catching his breath rapidly, acutely aware of how it made him look. He was already getting overwhelmed, was already showing signs of being affected by the snake's utter strength. And that was after fostering a reputation as untouchable. Even if Montiga released him then, he could tell tales. And even if only the two of them knew of this embarrassing defeat, Spike's ego was being wounded beyond repair with every moment he remained helpless.

"I thought you were supposed to be a snarling terror," Montiga teased, flexing his body here and there to apply some extra pressure. Just enough to make the dragon twitch and writhe for him. Just how he liked his prey.

"You'll regret all of this. As soon as I get a chance..." Spike warned.

"And that's why you won't get one, of course. I might be a better predator than you, but I'm not stupid," the naga assured, still as relaxed as ever despite the threats coming his way.

Despite his position, Spike actually scoffed. "A better predator? Nonsense. What can you eat that I can't?"

Montiga lit up with amusement. "I'm glad you asked! It's you, of course. I'm going to devour you whole and take your skull back to town as a trophy so I can be properly rewarded. Of course, I hardly need the gold - the fame and pleasure of claiming you for my own is a reward in itself."

All Spike could do was snort out, shaking his head, bursting with life and energy newly renewed by the naga mocking him with his plans. "Impossible!" he finally growled.

"Impossible?" Monty tipped his head inquisitively. "Why, dear dragon. It's already happening. And it feels... exquisite."

Spike had been so focused on the naga's words, and on his jaws lest they strike at any moment that he had ignored the grinding cocks rubbing at his toes. He thought it merely a dominant gesture, a bit of humiliation to hump and smear those juices over his scales. So he hadn't even noticed when the bigger of the two began to slurp and squeeze around his feet, taking them both in up to the ankle, bulging with their shape. But the size of the insertion wasn't slowing the naga any. He was consuming the dragon, one hard flex of his firm cocks at a time.

To be slowly taken, to be fed into the pulsating, musky shaft like that should have been an unbearable humiliation for the dragon. Should have compelled him to a peak of fury the likes of which had only ever been imagined. By himself, and by those who feared him. But instead, he just slumped down with a strange surge of meekness. It felt ... it felt good. Not just the sensations of the serpent's oddly cool insides squeezing up along his hind legs. But the knowledge of being overpowered, of finally finding someone who was stronger than him. Of having all his confidence, all his ego thrown right back in his face.

He never would have admitted to such a thing. And probably didn't even fully understand it himself. But maybe Spike had only done all he had done, leaving the trail of fire and destruction, in hopes that someday this might happen to him. That eventually, the proper predator would hunt him down, and completely take control. Or maybe that was all reading into it too much. The short of it was, he was getting turned on. Even despite having just cummed. Even despite all the peril. Getting fed into the snake's cock was making his own firm up to full, and he couldn't control it whatsoever.

By the time the snake had completely taken his legs, leaving them bulging down into the well-stretched, elastic cock, Spike was actually throbbing. It was like some invisible force was stroking him off, leaving him huffing out, pulsing, dripping a steady bead of pre down onto Montiga's coils. More than just turned on by getting consumed, he was outright getting pleasure out of it. Every tight squeeze was making him shake a little, and his breath was rattling, almost whimpering. Not quite, but it was closer than he had ever allowed himself to get.

None of it was lost on Montiga. He leaned in close, flicking his tongue out enough to caress across Spike's face, leaving a long smear of saliva on his scales. "Oh my. What's that? Goodness me. Is the dragon enjoying himself? A little guilty pleasure, getting eaten by your superior predator like you were always meant to be?"

Even the teasing, bordering on mockery wasn't doing anything to lessen his arousal. Spike gritted his teeth tight, almost painfully so, and he tried not to let those words get to him. Even as his tail, and his hind end started vanishing into the heavily stretched snake cock. That had the base of his own shaft nearing that clenching cockslit, the stimulation adding to the wetness pouring from his tip, shooting out in watery jets. That wasn't just guilty pleasure, that was absolute ecstasy. There was no denying it anymore. And he hadn't even tried that hard to conceal his enjoyment in the first place.

Montiga was plenty happy to pleasure the dragon in turn. He kept the underside of his coils grinding back and forth against Spike's engorged cock, letting him grind along the scales, using their texture to add to the stimulation. Not quite stroking him off, but letting him throb and smear pre over the snake's coils, while he slowly disappeared into that bulging prison of serpent musk. Spike felt his will shattering, felt himself giving over to pleasure, forgetting all about the humiliation of defeat, of his reputation. And of the consequences of actually being consumed. He knew only the building orgasm stretching his cock taut, making him spurt out gobs of pre, making his breathing rapid and shallow. Or maybe that was just Montiga's coils squeezing the air out of him again.

Either way, just as he was about to reach his peak, he felt that constricting cockslit envelop his entire shaft. Something about the tight clench, clearly outlining his member in the dark pink flesh, just kept him at the top of his orgasm without actually cumming. Edging there, building, throbbing, needing. But not allowed to release. He curled his toes, feeling them sweltering down within the serpent's coils, within his inner balls, bombarded by musk and heat and a clinging wetness that was like a mark upon his scales. Yet no matter how much he squirmed, he couldn't quite get enough of a rub going to actually get off. And Montiga only kept consuming him, paying no mind to his arousal. There was only the feast.

The initial stretch had made for a few pauses on Montiga's behalf as he got used to the size of the dragon sliding down his shaft, bloating to massive size. But once he was over Spike's backside, he didn't have any more trouble. It was just a constant plunge, shoving the entire dragon inside through the sheer force of his clenching cock. All through it, Spike wasn't angry, or resistant, or even frightened. He was simply desperate to cum, trying his very best to kick and squirm his way to orgasm, but he was utterly trapped, under the complete control of one of the serpent's cocks while the other throbbed along his underside, humping at him and spreading more of that musk mark to glisten upon his belly scales.

Montiga was only building momentum, sucking the dragon down his dick even faster with every squeeze, until it was all but a freefall towards those bulging inner nuts. His lower coils were rounding out with the weight of his prey, and the pleasure of taking him in was causing him to positively ooze pre from both cocks. From the empty one, it was spurting over the dragon, splatting to his scales. And the other, it was pouring out down the sides, lubing it up to a shining state, pooling there on his scales while he worked over Spike's well-smeared middle. He was getting a snarl in response, but it wasn't an aggressive one. More one of strain, of desperation as he tried so very hard to move his lower body and rub against the inside of the naga's balls. He wanted to cum so very badly it left him a mindless, nearly drooling husk of a dragon, all other thoughts pushed away until he got the release he needed.

Once the grip of his slit was working up Spike's broad chest and forelegs, moving up towards the dragon's throat, Montiga broke out of that intense predatory focus to instead start indulging himself. He put two hands on that dragon-stuffed cock of his, kneading deep and massaging up and down with plenty of muscle. A strong, rapid jerk that massaged at the dragon as much as himself. And it only seemed to accelerate the process, until Spike was neck deep in snake dick, sputtering as pre oozed all around his chin, some of it sneaking between his lips to leave him tasting the musk of his own impending doom. He gasped out, he grunted, he managed to growl a little, but it was all mostly drowned out by the rising intensity of the naga's hisses. Montiga was simply more powerful, even in the sounds he made.

Watching his prey languish in desperation, the naga leaned close and flicked his tongue against Spike's face, licking off some of the pre that was spurting up over his features. Bathing him in an sheen of heated juices, overtaking his impressive countenance with mess of hot snake precum. The sight just made him chuckle a little.

"What's the matter, dragon-prey? You look awfully worked up about something. Is there something I can do for you?" Montiga's tone remained steady as ever despite his constant masturbating right in Spike's face.

"I just ... I just need ... " Spike was breathless, and he could barely form words with how tense his entire body was, absolutely aching for orgasm.

Montiga took a hand from his cock to cup it beside his head. Which only looked more mocking considering he didn't have ears. "What's that? I can't quite hear you over the sound of my dick."

Which was no exaggeration. Even with just one hand working on his shaft, the slick smack of oozing juices getting smeared up and down those many bulging inches made for a whole lot of noise. Slick and schlurk, while all the mess spattered up in Spike's face over and over. The naga seemed like he must have been working up towards orgasm with how much of a sloppy mess he was making, but he refused to quite finish. In fact, he ended up just sprawling back against the very same tree that had been his hiding place for the ambush, arms folded behind his head.

"I'll tell you what," he said, licking over his lips. "If you squirm around well enough in there and make me cum, I'll let you have what you're begging for."

That kind of degrading offer would have been something Spike would never dream of considering normally. But he was desperate. He had so few options. The constricting grip of the naga's dick had complete control over him, and a few more flexes could have easily meant his head disappearing into that gaping, kneading slit wrapped around his throat, just under his chin. As Monty leaned back and relaxed, the pressure and squeeze relented some, giving Spike a little more room to squirm. Such was his broken state of mind, he didn't even try to use the opportunity to try to wriggle free. He knew he had already been beaten. So he simply did as told, motivated by that vague promise.

Not that he could do very much. He only had a little extra wiggle room, but he made the most of it that he could. All that elegant, powerful dragon. The terror of the skies who had brought death and destruction to so many. And all he could do now was squirm inside the naga's dick, rocking himself back and forth for nothing more than the promise of one last orgasm. All he needed to do was degrade himself, devote himself entirely to the snake's pleasure in hopes that he might please him enough to be rewarded. It was a far cry from his former ferociousness.

His motions were wild, rapid, jerky as he rubbed as much of himself against the humid surroundings as he could. It took far more out of him than it ought to, leaving him gasping, slumping, exhausting himself for no more reason than to get the serpent off. His own shaft was a solid rock grinding there within the snake's coils, inside his internal balls, swimming around in cum. It simmered all around him, bathing the dragon in an intensely scented heat, and the more he writhed around, the thicker he could feel it getting.

Those hisses were only getting louder. Partly from his own service, but also because the snake was bending himself down to bring the dragon's face right to his lips. Where before he might have been cautious of those teeth, he didn't even seem to bother anymore. The dragon had been neutralized. Broken, made into his willing servant like he had always secretly wanted to be. Defeated by the perfect predator. Or, if not perfect, then at least better than him.

Montiga lingered there for a time, breathing the dragon's own breath, tongue flicking against his face with a wet misting of saliva. He was drooling at scent, at the taste of Spike. And he wanted more. So with the dragon still wriggling around for him like a good prey-slut, he began to feed his head into his open jaws. Spike was soon surrounded by humidity and drool, pouring down all over his pre-marked head while the naga began to swallow him with ease. A snake's jaws were flexible, and he wasn't even resisting anymore. Just squirming, writhing, devoting himself to getting his predator off.

All Spike's efforts were finally proving effective, finally being rewarded with a sudden increase in pressure working up in those serpent nuts. The cum began to rush forth, only to be halted by one very large obstacle. There was a dragon in the way of Monty's jizz, and Spike was left to gasp out as snake seed began to gush up his backside, needing a place to go. It was swelling, bloating him right out with the sheer volume of it, but it wasn't stopping there. Eventually, the clenching, building orgasm simply had to go somewhere, and so Spike began to get pushed right back out of the snake's dick by the power of his cum alone. Which meant being fed right into those open jaws, framed between the fangs, entering the naga's gullet. A resounding gulp made it clear what was going to happen to him.

Once dislodged, Spike rapidly built momentum, shooting out and straight down Montiga's throat as cum finally began to gush out all around him. It was squirting forth in thin jets, the dragon's body still in the way of the full release, but all that pressure only meant he was shooting forth faster. Until finally his cum-filled belly popped free, and the naga could fully empty his nuts all over the both of them. It splattered, loud and messy, the impactful jets splashing off to mark the forest all around them. Pint after pint, hosing them over in the scent of snake cum, while the dragon's cock slipped free and the coolness of the open air gave him enough a shock he cried out.

As much as it could have just been a tease, Monty didn't forget his promise. The dragon was being such good prey for him, and so he deserved a reward. His tongue was very adept at delivering such. He stretched it out, wrapping it from tip to the very base of Spike's cock, and began to squeeze and knead at that needy shaft while the dragon bulged in his throat and chest, heading right down towards his belly. It was worth it. It was worth anything just to cum, and the slick, kneading grip of the snake's tongue was going to take care of that with great haste.

What somehow felt even better than a flexible tongue wrapped from tip to taint was the snake's gullet embracing him, gulp by gulp. Spike was outright moaning within the predator, just as his tail popped free in a deluge of juices. Free of those pulsing cocks, but now over half swallowed. Whole and wriggling. Despite how eager he had been to climax, he actually allowed himself to edge for a while, to let those savage, mind-reducing feelings build up to an even more intense level. Pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt before. All of it so generously given in exchange for eating him. It was starting to feel like a fair trade.

As much as Spike wasn't rushing to cum, there was absolutely no holding himself back once his shaft slipped sweetly over the snake's lower lip. Something struck him, making every single muscle in his body tense at once. He sucked in a deep breath, held it, and his cock gave three bulging flexes before he finally burst. An eruption of seed, pent up for so very long, all of it directed right down Montiga's gullet to be swallowed along with the rest of the dragon. Though the impact was so messy that spurts went flying off in all directions, some of it even landing on the snake's body. At least he'd managed to give a little bit of a mark back. But it wasn't going to matter, because he was going down.

With his prey finally satisfied, Montiga was free to toss his head back and suck him down. He kept Spike in place by coiling around his waist, but he hardly had to. His throat had such a commanding grip on the dragon's body that there was absolutely no way he was getting away. The sound of swallowing was overwhelming, echoing all around Spike's head, practically deafening. All he could was slump there, mostly limp as his hind legs and tail dangled there from the serpent's jaws. He wasn't fighting it. This was where he belonged, the belly he was always meant to feed.

One part of him that hadn't gone limp was his cock. Even despite the cooling, relaxing feeling of orgasm pouring through his body, soothing his muscles from head to tail, he was still horny. And the slick slide down the snake's gullet wasn't helping. He ended up grinding his sensitive, engorged shaft all the way down, making for a satisfyingly lewd bulge for Montiga to rub at while he finished off his meal. Some of Spike gathered up in his naga half, but he kept swallowing him down hard. No pausing, no softening him up first. He was going straight into those coils to be digested, fully intact. And the only thing that gave him pause was the feeling of his legs and tail framed between his lips, hanging there, totally helpless. One more gulp away from being utterly consumed.

Montiga cherished that sensation for a while. Of having the dragon a single swallow away from completely dominated, and finding no resistance despite it being Spike's very last chance of escape. Once he was bulging in the naga's coils, it was final. They both knew that. Yet all he did was throb for the snake, and spurt a little more pre as he returned to full firmness. He'd never really softened. And so Montiga simply let the dragon's tail slip free of his grip, and fall towards his jaws, as he drooled heavily over his prey, washing down every single inch of his remaining scales with his tongue before they were gone entirely.

One more strong, bulging gulp and he'd claimed his prey. Spike went right down his throat and towards his coils, taking the long slide into the wet darkness. He wasn't as warm inside as other predators - like a dragon - might have been but Spike was still plenty warm as he huffed his way down. He hardly even squirmed. It was all too overwhelming for him to properly respond. He was being dominated with every swallow, enveloped in the serpent's innards. And he couldn't deny just how comfortably they hugged around his form, conforming to his every contour as if made to fit around his body. Even as they threatened to crush the very life out of him.

Montiga settled right back with a great, triumphant sigh. He slumped down against that tree, and nearly fell asleep on the spot. As casually as he had swallowed the dragon, Spike was one large meal. As satisfying as he was exhausting to consume. He licked his lips, flicking his tongue in the air a few times. The surroundings were coated in snake scent. Overwriting the dragon's presence entirely. The woods belonged to him now, just like the dragon himself.

Digesting an entire dragon was of course a slow process, especially for a snake. Spike was a great big bulge in those azure coils once he settled down into Montiga's stomach, squeezed tight from all sides. He was far from indistinct, with near every detail visible, the walls sealed so tight around him that even his breathing was making the bulge rise and fall. There was a long time to go, but there was already plenty of noise. Glorping, gurgling, and a constant oozing trickle coating Spike in fluids that as of yet were doing nothing to him, but continued to pour over his every single inch. He knew eventually they would start having an effect.

His only response was to writhe around in there, forcefully shifting position until he could reach his own shaft. He needed to get off again. The feeling was every bit as desperate as before. And it was only fuelled, not hampered by the digestives pouring all over him. By those dangerous clenches threatening to crush something. They were never painful, but they squeezed in on him hard enough to let him know he wasn't going to last in there. Even a dragon's scales weren't invincible, despite what he might have claimed. Enough time being harshly kneaded in there and he was going to start to break down. And that thought was what compelled him to keep stroking, grasping his dick in his toes and pumping up and down.

Defeated, taken, claimed, and kept. That was his fate. A bigger, stronger snake had eaten him. And all he wanted to do about it was jerk himself off. With enough forceful effort he even managed to get his tail back around and plunged into his backside again. That had him pleasuring himself just as wildly as before. Maybe moreso. He was huffing, grunting, moaning like a total slut in there, the bulge jiggling and stretching out as he wildly got himself off, not at all afraid of what was to come. He wasn't even mad anymore.

The sight made Montiga smirk, but he couldn't deny how good it felt to have a dragon pleasuring himself in there. So he joined right in, wrapping a fist each around his two cocks. The one that had nearly consumed the dragon remained a bit stretched, gaping some, oozing pre from the broad slit, but it was returning to its original shape. The other was absolutely gushing too. It wasn't dripping, oozing, or even spurting pre. Simply hosing Montiga down with it, leaving the bulge of dragon glowing there as it got splattered. It was as if it was jealous of the other, still not having found release.

Instead of rushing to orgasm too quickly, Montiga just kept at a steady stroking pace and spoke teasingly to the manically pumping dragon inside him.

"Now, I know you are a big strong dragon and all, so I have no doubt you'll last a while in there. Which is only going to make this all the more fun for us both, I think! Doesn't that sound pleasant? A nice, long digestion inside my coils. I'll pick you apart a single scale at a time until there's nothing left but some extra thickness on my body." He paused to chuckle, stroking along his hips and belly. "Probably a lot, with the size of you. I'm sure you don't mind making me a little chubby though, do you?"

Spike had no response. He was like an animal in there. Plunging his tail in and out of his backside, rubbing his dick rapidly. He snorted and growled and only got louder as he brought himself to another gushing orgasm. That meant hosing himself down, only adding to the rising fluids within the naga's coils. And as much as he huffed and twitched with pleasure after that second orgasm, it slowed him down for less than a second. He just went right back to getting himself off, just as hard as ever, pushing his tail even deeper inside his own rear as his impending digestion brought him to a state of absolutely uncontrollable lust. How did Montiga know he had always needed this?

Montiga responded in kind, arching his back and whipping his coils up and down, hissing out sharply enough he drooled a little. That went along with a pair of cumshots from both his cocks at once, perfectly synced, even if the pressure and amount didn't quite match. From the one cock, with its slit still tight and unstretched, it was a fierce jet that blast right past Montiga's head, hitting the tree behind him and then trickling down all over his chest and middle in a thick coat of cream to cover his scales. His other shaft was still tightening back up, making for a much sloppier, inaccurate blast that shot out wide. It hit the grass beneath as much as it did himself, getting any possible scale that wasn't already well-soaked in his own cum. Left a steaming, hissing mess, Montiga simply slurped at the cream all around his lips while he savoured the feeling of orgasm, and of the unceasing pleasure he was bringing his prey just by keeping him trapped in his coils.

"Hsssss... good. Very good, dragon. Keep going. Rub yourself down. This is what you always deserved. It's not even a punishment. It's simply where you were meant to be. It already feels incredible - and it's going to be even better once I start converting your mighty scales into weight on my coils."

Spike was still shaking, twitching, shuddering with pleasure as he milked himself to orgasm again, barely even noticing the release spraying all over his belly. It was doing nothing to soothe the intense lust flowing through his body. Every single second spent trapped in the embrace of the serpent's coils made for a source of infinite arousal. If he ever relented for a moment, then a clench, or a gurgle, or even just the feeling of those juices running down his scales all but forced him to keep going, so that he might lessen the sheer need coursing through his body. It was too much. Too pleasurable to finally be put in his place after winning all his battles his entire life.

Montgia leaned in close, and lowered his voice some, speaking directly to the bulge. "Will you ever stop? Truly the stamina of dragons is legendary. I bet you'll keep jerking off in there until there's nothing left to jerk. In fact, you might have me beat in that regard."

With a softer hiss, he leaned back again, slumping right down to the ground and dragging the heavy bulge of horny dragon over close to his chest. Every movement he made sent rivers of cum running down his body to the dirt below, marking the soil as if planting his seed. A great big yawn stretched his jaws to their alarmingly wide gape again, though not as wide as they'd been when wrapped snug around the dragon's writhing body.

"I'm quite satisfied already. And as much as I would love to bask and savour in your slow destruction, I must admit that's all taken a lot out of me. So I'm going to have myself a nap, and you're just going to stay right there while I do. I wonder if you'll still be kicking by the time I wake up."

His voice got even lower before he settled in completely, practically whispering, adding a sharp hiss to every syllable.

"When I'm done with you, I'm going to take your skull for a trophy. What a sight that will be. And I bet it'll feel good to rub my cocks against it, knowing it used to belong to such a majestic creature. Such power and ferocity, and yet it did nothing to prevent you from meeting a messy, humiliating end. Oh, you just wait. It's going to make me cum hard when my body's finally done with you."

Hearing that finally got to Spike, but he couldn't fully show the impact it had on him. He was slowing down gradually, still pleasuring himself like he'd gone savage, but tiring. Even a dragon's stamina had limits. Cum gushed out of him all over again, making him clench down on his tail, making him huff and snort and rumble deeply. How many times was that? He was losing track, but all he cared about was the tingles running from the tip of his tail all the way down to his prostate. And the slow, rocking, churning embrace simmering him down, doing nothing to him so far, but working him like a slow-cooking piece of meat to ever so gradually ... that made for such a soothing set of background noises to help him fall asleep.

Arousal began to give way to fatigue, as he finally realized what a maniac he'd been, just pleasuring himself over and over like that. He was swimming in a soup of his cum and the naga's digestives, listening to the constant grumbles of a hungry, but slow-working snake belly. It was like a massage. One that tingled ever so slightly. But the kneading squeezes, firm though they were, simply felt like a pampering treatment, rubbing deep into his muscles beneath the scales, helping him to relax and utterly give in. To submit to his impending digestion, to become part of the snake, his impressive legacy invalidated by stomach acids, wiped away in that soothing symphony of gurgles and glorps drowning out his fading moans.

For Montiga, he was just another meal. Oh, a particularly notable one no doubt. A feast to remember. And to boast about later, too. But in the end, he was just meat encased in a particularly stubborn shell of scales. Meat that was made to be digested, to be absorbed into the snake's body and passed farther through his system. He wasn't going to get any sort of special treatment just because he was a dragon. Aside from getting his predator off once his elegant body was finally broken down to its components, and pushed all the way to the humiliating end of his journey. That would have to wait, as much as Montiga was looking forward to it. All he could do for the moment was curl up around his bulge, breathe deeply, and drift towards a deep, blissful slumber. The kind that could only come with a feast and the knowledge of another job well done.

***

Being digested was an intoxicating experience, to the point that Spike wasn't at all disturbed by any discomfort he might have felt through the process of having his body broken down. He didn't even really feel it, left stewing in numbness as he drifted in and out of sleep. His mind was impaired, unable to form a straight thought. There were only stray, half-formed thoughts like dreams, leaving it unclear even to him whether he had ever actually woken up from his initial slumber. In the utter darkness, not even his keen dragon eyes could help him, leaving him disoriented, unsure how much time had really passed. It could have been minutes, or it could have been days.

The reality was somewhere in the middle of those two estimates. It had been several hours of snoozing together, caught up in mutual pleasure to keep them both calm and contented. Montiga was utterly still, as if he were more plant life or rock while he worked on digesting the dragon, devoting all of his energy to his meal and remaining placid in the meantime. Spike gave a few involuntary twitches here and there as acids worked into his body, making him kick out or simply writhe around. But for the most part he was motionless, as the distinct bulge of his form grew ever so slightly less so as the hours passed.

Montiga didn't need to go anywhere. It wasn't like his victory would be invalidated if he took too long to digest his prey. The townspeople who had hired him were no doubt anxious to hear back from him. Or maybe they had already assumed him consumed by the rampaging dragon. They were just going to have to wait. He was deeply asleep, unmoving, his occasional dreamy hisses the only real sign of life. And of course, the constant noise from his coils, only growing louder as those stomach walls squeezed in tighter and tighter, outlining the dragon's whole body clearly through the scales.

Even after a full day of sleeping off his meal, Montiga didn't seem to be making any progress. At least none that was visible from the outside. There was still that bulge, still all that weight pressing out against his coils. It wasn't until he woke after a full day's cycle had passed with the snake asleep that he finally perked up. Raising his head, he leaned down and flicked his tongue against the shape of Spike, noting the lack of response he was getting. Which only served to make his cocks twitch back to life again. They'd never quite retracted back into their slit, remaining softened and flopped over the side of the naga's coils, dripping juices. And the feeling of a motionless dragon inside him was only turning him on all over again.

"Aww, is that all? The mighty beast, the terror that descends from the skies, and he couldn't even last a day inside a snake? Not even going to give me a last moan, or gasp?" Monty reached down to prod at the shape of the dragon with a finger.

Even he was surprised at just how far that digit sank in, squishing into the seemingly solid form of the dragon as if he was more than half liquified. Though he got an additional surprise in the form of Spike shifting around, roused from slumber or just stupor by the prod, until he was squirming for the naga all over again. Much more weakly than before. And the process was only adding to his own disintegration, pulling him apart and allowing that bulge look less and less like a dragon. But he was still alive, and maybe even conscious to some extent, though he probably hardly knew where he was anymore.

Nonetheless, Montiga continued to remind him of his place. "I'll be sure to tell them that the dragon they were so afraid of moaned when he slid down to meet his fate. And that his last moments were spent as a wiggling, helpless, and frankly pathetic morsel. Ooh, I can feel your scales. They're finally starting to peel off of you. I bet those are going to tickle later."

And with that, he sealed the dragon's fate with a hard clench of his coils. Just a flex of his muscles, but the tighter grip of his stomach all around the dragon squished inwards in a damning way. The shape that bulge within the naga's body wasn't looking like anyone anymore. Just a vague, lumpy mass that could have been anyone, or anything. And only growing flatter the longer Monty squeezed. Spike was fading.

But even that wasn't enough to completely cease the vague wriggles and twitches still passing through the dragon's weakened, softened body. So the naga began to coil around himself, wrapping up his own belly in the rest of his coils and starting to constrict. It was tight enough a grip to crush bone, and in his partly digested state, Spike most certainly couldn't stand up to it. He got flattened, broken, and even his skeleton was starting to melt. Not even dragon bones could stand up to a snake's digestives.

Though it was going to be a long time yet. Monty set his head back down atop the slowly shrinking bulge, feeling the recognizable bits shifting around beneath the weight. And a few last twitches. They weren't a sign of life - they were just a few last surges of energy passing through Spike's melting muscles.

"There you go, little dragon. In the end, you were made of meat just like everyone else I've devoured. Nothing to do but rest now. Rest, and give me everything you ever were. Become part of the snake who dominated you, who made you moan right until the end."

The naga was perfectly content to stay there for as long as he needed to finish digesting his prey. It wasn't like anything could have possibly been a threat. He had already coiled up and eaten the most dangerous thing in all the land. With Spike having taken care of several other dragons himself, Montiga was probably ushering in an era of newfound peace for all the towns and villages around. Not that he cared all that much about that. The only thing that mattered to him was getting off on defeating another supposed alpha predator.

***

Montiga didn't really care about how long it had been. It was bright out when he woke up again. Basking in that low-energy mode, with so much devoted to working on his meal, he wasn't bothering to concern himself with anything else. Maybe it had just been a few more hours, or maybe it had been a week. Or more. Either way, the dragon was gone. Just a softened weight moving down in those elongated coils. And some extra padding on the naga's body that he noticed as soon as he rose.

It was enough to warrant a good groping, leaving him leaning up against the same tree as before, rubbing up and down his hips. He had a bit more bulk to his chest and arms, but his belly was a little on the flabby side after all that meat. Nothing he couldn't work off. His hips had grown a little wider, too. Even his coils were thicker, padded out to a squishy appearance rather than their bulky, muscular firmness of before. He was overall a little pudgy, wearing Spike like a trophy. But the real trophy was still inside him, a slightly ticklish weight pressing down near the bottom of his lower body. There was pressure, and there was even a bit of tingling. He knew what was coming next was going to feel good, and he wasn't going to let something so petty as shame prevent him from enjoying it.

It took some time for him to properly get himself back up to his feet - or to his coils, that is. He'd been sprawled for quite some time, and a bit of fatigue from that extended rest still clung to him. It was time to get rid of the rest of the dragon, and it only seemed appropriate that Montiga would leave him where he found him, beneath that same tall tree that had been his undoing. So he got himself stretched out, cracking his knuckles above his head, yawning, hissing a little. And then he just moved his weighted lower coils behind him, arching them upwards so that his rear slit could point down to the grass below.

At even just the first squeeze, Montgia was already feeling his cocks twitching once more. They started pushing forth from their slit from the pleasure of squeezing the dragon out, once he started to deposit the tightly-packed snake waste down to the forest floor in great, heavy chunks. It felt good to dominate someone, to utterly defeat them and convert them into nothing more than a pile of unwanted shit to be left behind. And it also just plain felt good on the way out, too. A few bones were relatively whole, rubbing their way out with smoothed edges, and the rest were ticklish little flecks and bits that just made the mass more solid, made Monty really have to grunt and strain to force out those logs of former dragon.

He couldn't help but hiss with pleasure, and grab hold of both his cocks. A good pumping up and down only seemed to help him relax and push out all those many pounds of dark filth, dotted with bits of bones and even some of Spike's ruined scales. His formally impenetrable armour hadn't exactly been broken, but the meat within had been melted right out from under it, keeping those scales from holding together. Monty was making a mountain out of all that crap, out of everything he didn't need. All the good parts were already absorbed, had already been made into snake pudge, but so much was simply useless. Simply a steaming pile in the same woods Spike had once called his own.

Near the end of the dirty process, Montiga felt a particular pressure working over a sensitive spot in his lower coils. A thick, dry chunk got squeezed down to plop atop the steaming pile, but the last bit remained stubborn. Probably because it wasn't waste, but rather just the dirtied, but emptied skull of the dragon. Monty forcefully pushed it half out of his rear, but it was so stimulating to squeeze out that partly softened skull that he didn't let it fall right away. Instead, he clenched down. That had Spike's skull pulled right back into that gaping rear slit, only to be pushed out halfway again. The naga was outright using that piece of former dragon as a sex toy, making himself hiss hard while he massaged at both his shafts, grinding them together in his grip.

"Good boy, Spike ... making me feel so good on the way out. What a nasty mound you've made. A monument to your defeat. And, nnnf... your final end is going to make me cum, too. I wish you were still around to know that."

Monty knew the dragon couldn't hear him in his softened, steaming state, but he couldn't help but tease anyway. Then he was just pursing his lips together, pumping that skull in and out a little faster through flexes alone, huffing, even moaning. Eventually he clenched down so hard that he put a crack into the solid bones right as he came. Two long spurts from each shaft, one and then the other, spraying out over the grass and trees for several feet. He hosed down the forest in his scent, and let that partly shattered skull finally fall free of his rear coils, topping off the messy mountain of former dragon with a grave marker of sorts.

Left dripping and squirming with delight, groping his fattened body from top to middle, Monty simply basked in his orgasm for a while. He thought of all the tales told about the fearsome, killer dragon. How his ferocity had grown to nearly legendary status. And then he simply glanced back at the dirty mess behind him, and all he could really do was chuckle. Not so impressive anymore after being melted down in a naga's coils, and then squeezed right out of his ass as several dozen pounds of fresh snake shit.

There was a river running relatively nearby, and so Monty plucked that skull right off the top of the pile, taking care not to touch too much of it. His cocks began to messily retract back into their slit, smearing juices all the way along, leaving the naga dripping as he slithered off towards the water. If anyone was really going to believe he had managed to eat a dragon, they were going to need proof. And, crack aside, he had the perfect trophy to gloat with. It just needed a thorough wash before he could carry it back to town to show off to all the merry villagers. One look at his fattened form, and the elegant, toothy skull in his hands, with its terrifying fangs, and its emptied eye sockets where those fierce eyes had once been, and they were going to know exactly what happened to Spike.

Maybe he would still be spoke of with fearful tones for a little while longer. But come a new generation, and there was going to be nothing left of his fearsome reputation. All anyone was ever going to talk about was how he met his end. Moaning shamelessly as he slid down a snake's gullet. Cumming for his master deep inside his belly, submitting to the seductive eater of dragons. And then shat out as a great big anoymous pile somewhere in the forest, never to be found. No matter how much or how little they paid him for his service, Monty was already feeling very well rewarded.