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If there was one thing the gym told him for sure, it was that reptiles could sweat too. Anthro ones anyway. Qian was feeling it, as they said, as he finished up his set that late night. It was always the best time for gym work. Though he wasn't the skinny little noodle-dragon he once was when he started working out, he still preferred the privacy and quiet that came with timing his workout just before close. Usually it was empty, or more or less empty. But that night, he saw someone he simply couldn't stop staring at no matter how obvious or rude it might have been.

Qian was almost certain he'd seen him before, but he wasn't sure where. The whiskered dragon was gazing out across the gym at the violet-scaled snake as he finished his set, trying to place him. They had definitely never met. Qian would have remembered someone as distinct as that. All of his staring didn't go unnoticed, though the snake went about his workout first before returning any sort of noticeable attention. From across the room, he gave a nod, a little smirk, and a flick of his tongue. Then he gestured with his head to follow him, treading over to the locker room without a word.

Of course Qian followed. He was already getting close to the point of indecency just standing there in the open, bulging in his shorts. They were a bit small on him to begin with, given how much he had grown in recent months. So without a glance around him at who else might have been looking, he just followed along, slipping out of sight and into that misty room, laying eyes on the snake once more. If Qian was worried about his own decency, the snake clearly was not. He was standing there, leaning against one of the lockers, arms folded, showing off a bulge in those clingy sweatpants so taut and unsubtle that he could make out individual details and veins. And see every throb.

"Hey," Qian simply said as he stepped in, still a bit breathless.

The snake just nodded, flicking his tongue. It was already pretty musky in there, growing increasingly awash with a discint heat that coated and clung to their surroundings. Everything was getting more humid, and Qian was feeling as if he was only just realizing how badly he'd grown out of those shorts of his. He stepped a little closer, keeping his eyes on the prize the entire time.

"Qian," he said by way of introduction. He didn't offer his hand or anything.

That got him another nod, and a name.

"Montiga."

Again there was that match striking in his memory. He knew he'd seen the snake before. Was he famous? Or, like, internet famous? He really wasn't sure. But he knew he wanted to get closer to him. So he just kept approaching, and the snake didn't seem to mind one bit. Monty unfolded his arms and reached out, accepting the dragon into his embrace, curling his tail down around his ankle. They leaned close enough to each other's faces to breathe each other's breath. It was scentless compared to all the sweat coming off of them both.

But just as they were drawing close, closer, about to lock into a wet makeout session, and more importantly, let those growing bulges make contact with each other, Qian was startled from his lusty stupor by the sound of someone clearing their throat. It was a janitor. A stern-looking horse, he was big enough that he obviously made use of the gym he worked in in his off time, and as horny as Qian was he really had no desire to cross him. So it looked like they were going to have to cut their session short. Or at least delay it.

Montiga was already writing something down on a piece of paper. Just a quick note jotted on a scrap. Qian was half expecting it to be a phone number, but instead it was a website address. The dragon squinted at it briefly.

" ... Snake sluts dot com?"

Montiga chuckled. "It's more reputable than you think. I'm putting on a show in half an hour. If you want to see what I can do, maybe you'll be there ..."

Qian turned the paper over in his hands as if it would somehow reveal its secrets if he looked at it from another angle. Then he just tentatively nodded. The snake leaned in, flicking his tongue again to brush it against his cheek, and then turned to depart with a sultry hiss. Qian was left watching that swishing tail go, able to see the bulge of Monty's balls even from the back. He was thoroughly hot and bothered, finding it difficult to even pry himself out of his shorts for a shower, and he was tempted to just rub one out then and there. If not for the looming, judging presence of that grumpy janitorial equine, he might have.

Instead, he got himself towelled off, and just crammed himself back into his street clothes. He was still sporting a bulge, though it was less obvious in his pants. God, he was squirming. Curling his toes, gritting his teeth. He wasn't even sure if he was going to make it through the short walk home. He was at least thankful for the brisk autumn air brushing against his face when he stepped outside. It soothed his needy state just enough for him to focus, and he welcomed the chill by tugging at his collar, letting the breeze wash through him. Even still, the image of that well-hung serpent remained fresh in his mind. And his scent, even after that shower. He couldn't forget such an enticing aroma.

Qian didn't waste much time when he got home. Aside from making himself a milkshake, he was right onto his computer, sprawling out on his bed with laptop poised on his thighs. The site was pretty much what he expected. At least it wasn't loaded with ads like some of the others. Not that he'd ... visited them, or anything. He got stripped down to his boxers, sort of miffed that he wasn't getting anything physical that evening, but he was curious enough to click around and find out just what that snake had been talking about.

He saw several bare, scaly bodies writhing around in thumbnail previews. Anthro, naga, feral, all kinds of snakes. There were plenty he was tempted to click on, especially when he was caught up in that heated state, but he kept browsing until his eyes flitted across that familiar shade of purple. There was a button there. 'Request private chat', it said. He went ahead and clicked it. Hardly a few seconds later, and Montiga's shirtless body took up the entire screen before him, but for a little chat window on the bottom.

Monty was still covered in sweat. He was apparently at home, in some kind of well-lit bedroom. Did he have, like, studio lighting in there or something? It looked like he had a lot of followers. He was already putting on a show for them, shirtless but wearing those same pants, showing off an even bigger bulge than before. That was when it was obvious he had that whole dual-cock snake thing going on, with two matching, solid shafts wrapped up beneath the fabric, pulsing off in two different directions as the snake kneaded up and down with his whole palm. Qian pulsed just to think of how nice that must have smelled, to just rub right on all that sweaty snakedick like that. He watched in silence for a minute or two, considered whether to just reach for his own shaft and finish off all the buildup, but instead he just introduced himself in the chat.

Q: Hey, it's me. From the gym.

The snake paused in his rubbing just to grin at the camera. He spoke out loud rather than typing.

"Oh, I know. Liking what you see?"

Qian nodded at first, only to mentally facepalm when he remembered that of course the snake couldn't see that. Of course he was turned on by the sight, though he still couldn't help but wonder what the big idea was with sending him home to watch him through an internet connection, rather than just go home with him. Was he shy? Well, it didn't look like he was shy. Maybe he was just fond of being a big tease. Qian began to type again.

So why not just come over?

That didn't seem to shake Monty's sultry demeanour any. He kept grinding at his own palm, swapping hands to ensure constant rubbing, slowly working his hips as he worked himself up, harder and harder, wetter and wetter. He winked at the camera, flicked his tongue, and began to slowly lower his pants. It really came as no surprise to Qian that he was wearing nothing underheath. The whole of his crotch was bathed in sweat, really making those scales glisten, and his cocks were already leaking a long steady strand of pre that was smeared all the way down to his hefty balls.

"I wanted to make sure you liked what you saw," he finally answered, slowly revealing all that girth, squeezing at it, tugging it, showing off just how big they were. Even just one of them would have been one of the biggest cocks Qian had ever seen, thumping right up to Monty's belly, nearly to his chest. And the size of his balls matched.

The dragon found himself biting his lip, just observing that. He couldn't help but feed the snake's ego a little bit.

How did they get so big?

That prompted less teasing and a more immediate response from the snake. He leaned in closer, all but humping at his own camera, giving a nice close look at those flexing cumslits, one by one. They were oozing such thick pre. Qian was already likcing his lips, just imagining how it would have tasted to be sucking on both of those at once. He could still feel Monty's musk on him, even after a shower.

"I was hoping you'd ask me that. You sure you wanna know? It's pretty damn lewd."

Qian didn't hesitate. He was so hard it was almost a little uncomfortable, slightly frustrated, but mostly just caught up in the moment.

Of course I want to know.

Monty just smiled and started typing something, without a word. After half a minute or so, a series of links popped up in the chat window. They all had pretty basic names, not dropping a single hint at what they might be. For some reason Qian felt his heart beating harder than he might have expected. Before he even clicked on the first one, he felt some sort of tingly excitement right down to his belly. And his taint, there too. It was like he expected something more than nudes. Sucking a breath through sharp teeth, he clicked on the first one.

It was pretty much a standard nude, thought one that especially appealed to Qian's interests. Monty was cupping his balls, squishing his fingers into them, showing off just how oversized they were. They were obscenely fat, yet perfectly round as well. So smooth, yet scaly. Qian was picturing himself just immersing his face in them, leaning closer and closer to the screen as he fondly gazed upon them. Only Monty's voice could rouse him from that horny hypnosis.

"Keep going. I think you're going to like the others even more."

Qian obeyed without question, moving down the line. The next one had him shoving those cocks right up in a cute western dragon's face, grinding on him. That was another one he could have just sat and enjoyed for a while, but something told him to keep going. The next one, Monty was shoving those dual dicks right up against the dragon's face, slit kissing at his lips, pre outright pouring down those scaly features. But it wasn't until he saw the next one that Qian realized who and what he was truly dealing with.

It was more than just grinding. Monty was shoving that other dragon right down one of his dicks. It was just his muzzle at first, but Qian could tell where those pictures were going. Every single one he loaded up, and the snake was shoving him in a little deeper, stretching himself to obscene size. Deeper, deeper, pic by pic, until there was nothing more than a scaly tail sticking out of Montiga's cock. And there were still two more pictures at the bottom of the series, too. Qian was all but panting when he clicked the second to last, heart fluttering in that half second it took for it to load.

There was Montiga, and only him. He was cradling an even fatter pair of balls, his sack nearly the size of him, and wearing a great big satisfied smile. There were plenty of obvious bulges still there beneath his scales, including an outline of the dragon's face. But when Qian clicked the very last link, all those bulges were gone. Just a smooth, full sack, stretched to a ridiculous size, those twin cocks glistening with just how much pre was coursing down their lengths, pooling right in the spot between his two fattened, prey-enhanced nuts.

The sound of the snake's voice over the speak startled Qian out of his stupor. He spoke more softly, deeply, like he were whispering right into the dragon's ear.

"Now, I'll ask you again .. do you like what you see, cutie?"

Qian had to think about that. Briefly. Some part of him was shocked, maybe even horrified by the sight. But that just meant he was throbbing harder. He nodded vigorously. And then remembered once again that he was the only one who could see that. He thought for a few seconds about how to properly word his response, mentally composing some elaborate essays on his intense, mixed feelings. But he just settled on one word instead.

Yes.

"Good. And what if I wanted to do that to you?"

Qian thought for a little longer this time. But all he needed to do to make up his mind was reach down and give his cock a squeeze. His body knew what he wanted.

Yes.

Montiga smiled and licked over his lips. "I would have asked as soon as I met you. But sometimes it's better to ease into these things. Show them some pictures, let them feel safe in their homes. Then they can invite me over themselves, when they're ready to just ... disappear. Can I ask you something else?"

He leaned in good and close to the camera, and then he really was whispering. He didn't bother waiting for a reply before continuing.

"You've always wanted to do something just like this, haven't you? You've heard the stories, maybe even seen some of the videos. People vanishing down throats, up asses, or down cocks. Maybe you've considered what method would suit you best. But I can answer that for you. You're born to be in my balls. I could tell as soon as I saw you."

Qian felt himself blushing. It wasn't exactly the most visible thing on a scaly face like his, but his guilty expression betrayed just how he was feeling. He bit and nibbled on his lip a while, not saying anything. There was no need for words. The snake might not have been able to see him, but the lack of response said enough. Monty just flicked his tongue towards the camera, so close he was practically licking the lens.

"Then I suppose there's just one more question I need to ask." Knowing full well that Qian was squirming like mad on the other end of things, he let his silence linger, revelling in the suspense of it all. "Where can I find you? I'm going to need an address if we're going to get closer."

Qian hesitated only briefly. Some small part of him wondered if this was all a scam of some sort. Get him all worked up and he'd probably have given up anything. But it was more than just that. Typing in his address was going to mean the snake was coming for him. It was the signature on the contract, so to speak. He tried to concentrate, tried to ask himself if what he was doing was insane, if he should just jerk off and call it a night rather than do something he might end up regretting. But he had to be honest with himself. Worked up to such a state, there was no way he could ever be satisfied with anything but what he desired most. So he typed it in.

Montiga smiled, punching the address into his phone as he read it, staying silent. Then he looked back to the camera and licked his lips, squeezing his cocks together, making sure Qian got one last look at him.

"See you soon, dragon."

And then he ended the stream. Qian was left staring at a logo on a black screen. He was hardly moving. It wasn't fear or anything. He was more than over that. More just disbelief. He'd had fantasies about this kind of thing, but it was always so much more elaborate and dramatic than this. Monty was just so, what was the word, nonchalant about the whole thing. As if it was just another evening like any other. And judging by just how big the predator snake's balls were, maybe digesting people really had just become routine for him.

Qian hardly knew what to do with himself while he waited. He thought about maybe cleaning up around the house. But what did that matter? It wasn't like the snake was going to care. He couldn't just sit there though. He was far too tempted to just make himself cum. Outright dripping on himself. Just a few short touches would have done it. He was huffing and grinding his teeth and curling his toes, completely unable to hold still. Eventually, he just treaded off to the kitchen, his cock still exposed, and guzzled down some ice cold water. Then he refilled the glass and just splashed himself in the face with it.

The shock snapped him out of his stupor slightly, though it didn't make him any less horny. He stood there, just letting the water roll down his chest and arms, breathing slowly. He remembered a breathing technique one of the trainers had shown him, a sort of meditative state to enter to push away his stresses. Except it wasn't exactly stress this time. But either way it made it hard for him to focus, much less stay still. He wasn't sure how long he was just standing there, bottomless in his kitchen, hard and dripping in more ways than one, just focusing on his breathing. But it must have been a while, because he was still there when the doorbell rang.

He didn't waste time answering it. Nor did he bother with pants. The scent hit him as soon as he opened the door. Not at all unpleasant, but a potent, sweaty, musky kind of warmth that clung to Montiga's scales. He hadn't even bothered to change from his gym clothes, wearing just a sleeveless top and those clinging sweatpants all wrapped around his obvious bulge, damp with sweat. Other guys might not have smelled so nice in such a state, but that snake, his scent was like pleasure in the air. Qian was sucking it down in a lengthy breath before he even said anything. His grin must have been a bit much, but he couldn't help it.

"Looking good," he mused.

"Thank you," Monty simply said as he stepped inside. "And you, well. You look like a snack. If you'll forgive me for the easy joke."

"I can hardly even think straight. I think I'm ready to forgive a lot of things. Shall we?"

"We shall."

Even not knowing his way around the apartment, Monty led the way. Qian could only follow that swinging snake tail, nearly tripping over himself as his balanced faltered with that musk right fresh in his senses once more. There weren't many doors in the hall to pick from, so Monty correctly guessed which was the bedroom. He led the dragon inside, making immediately for the bed and stretching himself out on it, taking up the majority of the mattress as he reclined on Qian's own pillows. Spreading his legs out, there was only the space between the serpent's thighs left for the dragon. So that was exactly where he went.

They didn't say much. Monty must have known just how intoxicated Qian was at that point. And as for the dragon himself, he just let himself operate entirely on instinct. Some part of him knew exactly what to do, to the point it almost felt like he was possessed by some sort of spirit. Or maybe he was just so horny he didn't bother to think about what he was doing. Not a minute since the snake had shown up at his door, and Qian was down on his hands and knees before him as if in worship, his face firmly buried in that bulge he so greatly adored.

He simply held himself there for a while, breathing slowly, deeply. His every breath was rattling as he shook with lust. Such a perfect musk, one he would have been happy to wear wherever he went. If all went according to plan, he was going to do exactly that, in a manner of speaking. First breathing, and then sniffing, he pressed his nose firmer and firmer against those fat, concealed nuts, sucking in the scent that clung to the sweaty fabric. He could feel the snake's cocks firming up above, forming even more of an excessive bulge until their tips were peeking out from the top of the snake's waistband. But he didn't pay them any attention just yet, staying focused on those perfect balls, worshipping them right through the clothing, rubbing his face in all that sweat to ensure he got and even coating while he sniffed that stiflingly sweet scent straight from the source.

Monty simply let Qian enjoy himself at first, but as time got on he showed a little greet of his own. Closing his thighs partly, he trapped the dragon's head between them. He didn't need to apply a lot of force. Simply squeeze and knead, rubbing back and forth as he placed a hand on the back of Qian's head. That allowed him to push and hump at those pretty features, asserting just how much dominance he had over him in those moments. As if it wasn't already obvious. The dragon simply endured the grinding, letting those balls smear their sweat across his lips, his cheek, his forehead. He was quivering the entire time, and eventually just outright moaning, projecting a faint graon beneath his unsteady breath.

There was something extra sexy about working on that bulge rather than just the snake's bare sack, though eventually Monty wanted to give Qian an even more potent dose of that scent he so adored. He took the dragon by the wrists and began to guide him. First to his top, making him peel it right off those damp purple scales, helping him along with every motion. Then to his pants, prying at them to loosen them from that bulge. It was like removing shrink wrap. Qian tugged and tugged, revealing the full length of those swollen snakecocks, letting them flop up against the serpent's belly, throbbing there atop it and smearing pre across his scales. The dragon was hard-pressed to pull himself away from that bulge even after a few tugs from the snake. He, only got the idea when Monty pulled on his head particularly firmly. He raised his head only long enough for the snake to get his pants down to his thighs, and then dipped right back down, drinking in that scent right from those oversized balls.

Soon after he was kissing, meeting the centrepoint of those humid nuts with some noisy smooches, before just starting to lick the sweat right off them. There was enough accumulated that he could outright gulp it down, at least in small throatfuls. From licking he went to sucking, catching as much of that scaly skin in his lips as he could, squeezing at those balls like they were a sponge, getting another salty drink right from the musky source. He was feeling like he could just pass out at any second, and that feeling did exactly nothing to slow him down in his worship.

"Such a needy dragon," the snake teased with a playful hiss. "You might just need this more than I do. But that's doubtful."

As subtle as it was, that was quite a compliment. As calm and controlled as the snake seemed to be, knowing he was filled with just as much desire as he was made Qian swell with pride. Not that he could get any more swollen. At that point his cock had been hard for so long it was getting a little sore, and the slightest brush against the blankets below was making him jump or flinch. He could have cum with two seconds of direct stimulation, but he kept his hands off, just slowly working his way up to the very tip of those cocks.

It wasn't easy, but with enough slobbery effort he manage to slip them both into his mouth. At least partly, enough that he could suck on the very tips, slowly kneading and working his way down one half-inch at a time, drooling all around them just to make them even wetter than before. He didn't even get far before he was getting a clear sign of approval from the snake, in the form of a wet, sustained hiss of pleasure. The slit those cocks extended from was oozing, and those twin tips were pouring a steady stream of pre right down his throat. He gargled, swallowed, took a deep breath, and just kept going, ignoring the slight soreness in his jaw.

"I know you want it. Want to get deep in these balls of mine, swim around in my spunk, give in to my musk," Montiga kept teasing, giving a sharp buck of his hips that nearly choked the dragon. "But you're going to have to make room for yourself. I've already got someone all melted down and jostling around in there from earlier. Still packing my nuts tight with cum. An eager mouth like yours, I'm sure you'll be good at sucking him out."

Qian didn't comment. He just kept going down on Monty, pushing each of those cocks into his cheeks, bulging as he dripped and dribbled, saliva running down his chin, along with all those enticing juices. For all his mindless obedience he might as well have been a robot. The sexy kind of course. But robots couldn't have equally such eager, needy suckling. Qian start bobbing, working the top half of those twin cocks. He couldn't quite fit them both in his throat at once, but when he popped off one he could shove his lips all the way to the slit on one of them, then slide back to the tip and repeat on the other. Falling into that slick rhythm, he massaged his way up and down, glurking noisily but never quite gagging, filling his belly with that pre as he drank it from the tap, letting that intensely male flavour wipe his mind free of worries and doubts. Along with everything else.

"There you go. Such a good little noodle. Sucking me like it keeps you alive. Don't rush. Just keep that flavour on your tongue for as long as you want. Think about how you're going to be a part of it by the time we're done." Monty's teases remained present even as he was speaking, giving everything he said a sexy undertone.

Maybe it was the working out he'd been doing, but Qian was finding himself tapping into reserves of energy he hardly even knew he had. He hardly even seemed to breathe, but for the occasional huff between all those swallows. Time became meaningless to him. There were only those delicious snake cocks to suck over and over. He'd never been so thirsty for something in his life. Faster and faster he went, licking along the tips just to make sure he got everything he could swallow before stuffing one or the other right up into his throat again, swallowing hard around it, kneading it with every gulp.

It could have been minutes or it could have been hours. He really wasn't keeping track anymore. All he knew was after working so hard his face was feeling numb, and he couldn't help but drool all over the snake's crotch, he found himself locked in tighter and tighter. Monty had his thighs around around the dragon's head, ensuring he never pulled back too far. And though he'd managed to endure everything Qian threw at him up to that point. But he was starting to flex, starting to twitch, and that constantly oozing pre was starting to spurt rather than just drip and pour down into him. THose hisses became less steady, sharper, and he started to move his lips in slick thumps rather than just slow bobs, fucking that cute dragon's face nice and sloppily and making him kiss his soaked crotch as he neared his climax.

Sensing the peak, Qian went down on both those cocks at once, as much as he could. He still couldn't fit them both all the way down, even soaking wet like that, but he squeezed at the base of them both, massaging and stroking rapidly, pumping while he gulped at the tips. Finally the snake gave a solid buck of his hips, shafts bulging, cockslit stretching. Before he came, he grabbed Qian's head in both hands, shoving him down so hard that the dragon's nose squelched right down into his sopping slit, getting coated and nearly drowned in snake-scented juices as those cocks slightly choked him, forced deep into his bulging throat.

"Yessss ... swallow down that tiger. He's all churned down now. Just a great big load of snake cum for you to drink," came the nearly vicious hisses from the snake.

Qian just took it all, hardly able to think about who he was drinking. Just what. Gobbling, gulping, chugging it all down, trying not to spill a single drop. He didn't quite get it all, drooling some of that fresh jizz down his chin, letting it splat onto Monty's balls while they flexed and churned right against him. His belly was filling, stretching, even bloating a little. He was feeling heavy and helpless the longer he drank, but he never stopped, even when the pressure of all that cum shooting inside him meant it was oozing from his lips and even his nose just a little. Just in case he wasn't already drunk enough on that musk.

The initial blast was enough to choke him, but after that it was just a constant, smooth, warm drink for him to guzzle down. He basked in that sweaty warmth, his slit still shoved against that slit, getting some of the snake's own cum right back into it, and he listened to the heavy jostle of his belly as it sagged down slightly from the weight of that thick load. He was feeling fuller than he might have after a holiday meal, like he could just turn over and fall asleep, but first he had to make sure he didn't miss anything. Even if he eventually had to pull off of those shafts and let them spurt in his face, wetly matting his features with the last few thinner ropes, layering over his sweat-stained cheeks to dribble down to the bed below as he fondly gazed up at their owner while massaging them both up and down.

He'd milked that snake, soaked himself in enough scent to last him a lifetime. But he wasn't any less hard himself. He needed it. Needed to go all the way, and he was quite relieved when his constant rubbing kept those cocks firm right in front of his face. They never softened, providing the perfect spot in between their soaked lengths for him to rub his face, kissing and sniffing as he went. Monty took just a few moments to recover his breath before sitting back up and releasing the dragon from his thighs, patting him on the head. When he spoke, it wasn't reassurance or making sure he was still okay with the idea. It was more just a tease, knowing full well he'd all but broken that horny dragon with his musk.

"I suppose you still want to go inside? Even after all that?"

Even if it was just him having some fun with Qian, the dragon reacted almost as if offended. He let his mouth gape open, drooling. His eyes went wide. He gave a few rapid nods, coughing at first and clearing his throat when he tried to speak. His voice came out desperate.

"You don't mean - of course I do! I want it so much, god. I just ... I need it. I can't just go on doing anything else. I have to know what it feels like to slide down your dick. What the inside of your balls smell like. I've never craved anything like this before. I don't know how you did ... whatever you did, but it worked."

He was all but whimpering. Monty was having a bit of fun with that display, rubbing over his head and giving a little chuckle.

"Oh, I don't know. It's not too late to back out now, you know. Maybe you've lost interest." He loomed above the squirmy dragon while he teased, hefting his balls in both hands and just letting them bounce and jiggle a few times right in front of Qian's face. They were slightly smaller, slightly less engorged than before, but no less impressive. "Especially after seeing how efficient they can be. Once you're in here, there's no getting out as anything other than fresh snake jizz, you know. Better make sure you're sure..."

"Yes! Please, no more teasing. You can't leave me hanging. You need me too, right? Want to feel me in there, turning into your precious seed?" Qian begged.

Monty just gave him a fond hiss. "Oh, I wouldn't deprive you of something you want so badly. But the look on your face makes it fun to tease. Lie yourself down on the bed, will you? Get all stretched out. If we're going to get all of you inside me, I'm going to need the right angle."

Monty got up and stood beside the bed, dicks dripping down upon the sheets, making even more of a mess than all that sweat pouring from his scales already had. That left room for Qian to recline to his full length, just laying on his back and staring straight up at the ceiling for a few moments. He had to admit he was stunned. He hardly even knew what he was doing, or where he was. But he knew what his body was telling him, what those desires running through his very veins were saying, and they told him to hold still and submit. He watched the snake move, strolling to the base of the bed and grasping at his ankles, giving the dragon a brief foot massage with his thumbs before tugging him a little closer. Then that massage became a grind of his soles with the wet tip of his cocks. Monty was sizing him up, considering, preparing. It was only a matter of time before he started consuming him.

"Try not to kick too much. Squirming is fine. I know you won't be able to hold still. Not when you start sliding down my dick, feeling it working on you, gulping you. They're hungry, you know. My balls haven't had a meal for a while. And that big cat was cute and all. But I think you're cuter. You'll melt down even better. Probably make for a bigger load, too. You've got some meat on you"

His voice was low and steady, focused. There was a look in his eye different than before, a glimmer that looked more feral. It struck a deep chord in Qian's heart, reminding him that he was about to be prey for a stronger, faster predator. He was supposed to be a dragon, supposed to be the dominant one in these kinds of things. But he always wanted to just give in, always wanteds to find someone who wanted him as much as he wanted to be consumed. And the desire he saw shining in the serpent's eyes was exactly what he needed. It was exactly the gaze he had always dreamed of receiving from a predator.

"Do it..." he faintly murmured, almost inaudible even to himself.

Monty heard him nonetheless. "I already am."

And he was. The first squeeze might not have been much, just working over the dragon's heels, squeezing them together as that cockslit expanded and stretched out around his feet. The question of just how it was going to work was answered for him. Monty was shoving Qian into one of his dicks, while they other just remained free, throbbing, spurting over the dragon's legs and sliding along his bare scales while he worked. He could hardly believe just how flexible it was. Without even flinching, Monty was pushing both of Qian's feet down a single shaft, making a great big bulge inside it that squished slowly towards the base, lewdly squelching and suckling, sounding nearly like a throat as it pulled him inwards. A very wet throat.

If Qian was expecting it to be a fast process, then he was going to have to be patient. The snake might have had the wonderful ability to stretch his cock right around an entire person, but reality ensued once those first clamps came down around the dragon's feet. It wasn't that it was a strain. Monty simply had to take it slow, ever so gradually inching his way along the dragon's details little by little, giving every single part of him a generous squeeze as he schlorped his way inside. Up his shins and towards his knees he went, hissing, slowly thrusting back and forth just to ease the process, appearing calm even as he throbbed hard enough Qian could feel pre pushing up against his soles, squishing between his toes, until he was finally just dipping his feet into the snake's balls. He felt the steam first, then the creamy surface of the cum that remained in there, enveloping him and clinging to his scales from all sides as soon as his toes were beneath the surface.

That brought another thorough moan from the dragon, along with a lengthy squirm. He took care not to move his legs too much, but that just meant he had to flail his arms even more. It must have looked silly to have him swinging all around like he were having some sort of seizure, but the anticipation was getting to the point that it swelled right up in his muscles, in his brain, leaving him going manic with every moment he had to wait. Montiga simply watched him, softly stroking at his cocks as he supposed them, aiming them right towards his goal of overtaking the dragon's head. But for the moment, he was still working on his thighs, dunking Qian's feet beneath the cum, leaving him with an extended, relaxing feeling of slipping into a perfectly hot bath. Just the right temperature for him to melt and forget about everything.

It hardly seemed possible at the time, but all the exertion was making that musk waft even thicker. Or maybe it was just because Qian was getting closer to the inside of those balls. Either way, he felt like his intoxicated state might well have been permanent. He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't horny, couldn't remember what clear thinking felt like. All he knew was how much he wanted to be inside. Feeling that grasping, squeezing cockslit working its way up to his balls, and then kneading its way up along his cock was almost enough to make him blow his load right there. He felt his balls going tight once they were sliding down that slick shaft, felt his shaft thumping as it bulged even bigger than before, firming up so hard he was getting lightheaded, gaining girth, pouring pre all over his belly before the snake's own spurts overtook that mess as well. But he held on. It was all going to be worth it once he was finally snug within that sack, he told himself.

"Halfway there," Montiga told him, his voice still mostly steady. "I'd call it the point of no return, but we already passed that a long time ago. You're not getting out until I'm done with you, dragon. And nobody's going to recognize a churned-up musk slut by then."

Qian just smirked softly, his face an expression of broken, shaken need. He was breathing strangely, irregularly. His body as a whole felt off, behaving in odd ways, like he wasn't even in control of himself anymore. He was never meant to be so horny for so long. Nor to breathe pure snake for such an extended period. When he wasn't shaking, he was squirming, flexing and relaxing his muscles at random, tensing up only to loosen and slump back down. All while Monty's fattened, bulging, stretched cock worked its way up across his ribs, and over his arms, keeping them pinned to his sides. That meant Qian couldn't do a thing when that slit was wrapping up around his throat. Just a few more clenching gulps and he was going to be fully immersed in snake cock, breathing nothing but the scent he had fallen in love with. But Montiga stopped.

It made Qian's heart sink at first, thinking he had done something wrong. Or even worse, that he was simply too big. That didn't seem likely, given those pictures he had seen. But then, why wasn't Monty finishing him off. He was standing there, slowly swinging his weighted cock back and forth, making the dragon sway his hips in time to those almost hypnotic motions. Qian blinked a few times as pre oozed down over his face, coating him him in a glaze that was quickly welling up in his ears, his nose, his mouth, everything it touched. He would have wiped some of it away to see better if his arms were free, but they were trapped against his sides. He was helpless to the snake's whims, even if it meant being tormented and teased for just a little longer.

Montiga was moving as slowly as if it were the middle of a blizzard. But he wasn't cold, that was for certain. Not when he was sweating like that. He extended his hands towards the dragon's head, moving an inch an hour, or at least that was how it felt for Qian. When he finally laid his palms atop the dragon's head, he just kneaded and massaged there for a while, flexing his whole cock around his body. That meant he was spurting even more, audibly splutting up into Qian's face, making his swallow plenty of that pre while his legs splashed around in those sagging, half-full balls, soaking in that churning cum. The constant tugs meant it would have been easy for Monty to just relax and let his cock do all the work in pulling him inside. But he just rubbed at his prize, toying with him, letting that burning need last a little longer. Qian was so close to climax that one wrong breath could have set him off, but he held on, no matter how much it felt like he could have simply exploded.

Monty gave one last little flick of his tongue in Qian's face, leaning in close, before sending him off with two simple words.

"Goodbye, dragon."

And then he began to push. Qian sucked in a breath so sharply that he was swiftly finding his throat clogged with precum. But it didn't even choke him. He just seemed to live and breath the snake's very essence by that point. He couldn't barely move as he was fully enveloped in that dick, finding himself all but paralyzed as pleasure shocked him from all sides. He needed to go over, needed his release, needed to cum more than he needed air or life itself. And when he felt himself sinking all the way down, splashing, soaking, bathing in the snake's cum once he finally settled into one of his balls, he knew the moment had finally come.

He didn't even need to stroke himself. Once he was curled up in the cum, feeling that musk invading his lungs, all he had to do was buck his hips a few times, stirring up the mess around him, making the scent even more intense, and he was gushing. He was blown back by the force of it, emptying every single drop that he'd had pent up ever since his workout. How long ago was that? It could have been hours, for all he knew. But his patience was rewarded with the greatest cumshot he'd ever had, pouring out of him, hitting the walls around him and running down their surface, showering back down over his writhing body while he milked absolutely everything he had. The level of cum around him got higher thanks to his contribution, and when his mind-breaking orgasm finally came to a trickle, he slumped so hard he nearly passed out on the spot. Bent, spent, broken and used, registering nothing of his surroundings for some time. Even once they started clenching tighter around him.

`Mm, you feel that, Qian? Every single grind over your pretty face and you get a little softer. You'll just be my bubbling little cum-dragon in a little longer. Just a little jizzload that used to have a name, swimming through my nuts. You're going to be serve me so much better as my next cumshot."

Qian didn't reply, but the cum he was becoming part of was far from dormant, churning all around him, outright bubbling with how much activity was being stirred up by his presence. He was just more and more immersed in it the tighter those walls got, squishing inwards until he was tightly outlined beneath the violet scales. An obvious trophy for anyone who could see, but for the moment it was only the snake himself who got to enjoy it. But that could chance. Still naked, caked in sweat and cum and other juices, the snake fumbled around at first before eventually reaching for Qian's stashed laptop and pulling it onto the bed with him. It was still open, still sitting on that same website, but rather than click on one of the many shows going on, Monty instead logged in and started his own.

The room filled up fast. Plenty of people had it set up to be immediately told whenever the snake was putting on a performance. He didn't even need to announce it. The little laptop camera might not exactly have been the quality they were used to, but no one was complaining. Instead, they were bombarding him with questions, all but demanding to know who his bulge had been. Monty just remained coy during it all, playing with his nuts, massaging at Qian as the dragon lay nearly dormant within, shattered and stunned by the orgasm still working through his body, taking over every part of him, clouding his thoughts like a thunderstorm. He didn't move much, simply whimpering and moaning in a stilted, shaky voice. Monty chuckled and finally spoke.

"Cute dragon fellow. A nice, smooth noodle for my dick to slurp down. Won't be long until he's jizz. In the meantime, any requests?"

His tone was a knowing one. Of course plenty of people were flooding the chat with things they wanted him to do, but he ignored them until he started seeing the money come in. There was a pretty universal consensus. They wanted to see the bulge. Wanted to see at least the outline of the dragon being churned so they could try to picture what he might he looked like before getting swallowed. Monty waited just a little longer before silently obliging, flexing his nuts hard around Qian, and using his hands to pull the scaly skin taut around him. That prevented any squirming whatsoever, giving him just enough room to breathe, while his firm form bulged beneath the layers, clearly displayed to the growing audience while they responded with even more tips for Monty.

"He already came for me in there. Just a few seconds after getting down. You should have seen how pent up he was. I probably could have told him to do anything right about then." Cupping his nuts, he gave them a jostle, finally stirring up a little activity from the dragon. But not much, just a few wriggles. "But I think I made the right decision. He's going to be sure a good load. Already made him drink down that tiger. He barely missed a drop."

More people came in, as did more tips. All he had to do was sit there and show off his balls, and he was already making some considerable pocket change, to say the least. He was thinking about napping, maybe showing off some more when he woke up, but that was when he saw a particularly huge donation roll in. It came with a simple message.

Digest him on camera for us? :)

Well, he couldn't refuse his fans. The paying ones anyway. So he grinned, sitting back, getting himself comfortable against the pillows, with his legs spread wide around the laptop just to make sure everyone got a good look at what he was doing. He relaxed the pressure, though the bulge of Qian was only slightly less distinct. When he let go of some internal muscle, the churning was getting really noisy. Slopping, splatting, pouring over the dragon's body to bathe him in that musky coating again and again.

"Alright, you talked me into it. My balls are worked up tonight. This probably won't even take long."

Qian could immediately sense a change in his surroundings. The churning had always been there, but it was no longer just a soothing, hot chamber to relax in. Now it was working. And he was right in the middle of it, powerfully compressed, oozed upon, the level rising higher and higher. It was getting into him, either through his orifices or just seeping right up between his scales, leaving him gasping out, gurgling and gargling, letting the bliss of slowly melting overtake him. His toes were already numb. Or maybe they were just gone. All he knew was he was caught up in that perfect scent, feeling it become a part of him with every passing moment.

Montiga moaned as well. He was barely even playing with himself, merely stroking up and down his cocks and the surface of his sack, just letting that natural process do the work for him. Well, not exactly natural. Trained, maybe. Either way, he didn't have to focus to digest someone with his balls. He'd done this enough times before that it was automatic. And the squeezing of his bouncing, clenching, grinding balls working smoothly over his prey ensured every messy sound was louder, wetter, juicier by the moment, enthralling his audience just as well as the dragon himself was enraptured.

Qian was drooling on himself by then, totally broken, a mindless slut for the snake's sweet musk, not caring even when he started to lose sensation in his feet, his tail, that feeling creeping up his thighs. It just felt like one long sigh. Like sinking into a bathtub for minutes straight, like he could never quite hit the bottom. He was smiling a big dumb grin that only grew as the feeling spread towards his centre, leaving his limbs useless as they sloughed away, softened to the point that the churns squished them to fluid. His own body was flowing all around him, indistinguishable from the rest of the cream, and if he wasn't in such a hypnotic state of bliss he might well have screamed in pleasure. But he was going to have to settle for gurgling, swallowing cum as his dazed expression left his mouth hanging open, tongue drooping down into the growing load.

Just like before, Monty stopped just before he overtook Qian's head. That left the dragon bathing in a potent, drenching mess that coated him from his neck down. It was the greatest sauna experience he could have asked for, steam rising from the surface of that jizz and cleansing his face. He felt rejuvenated, healed of all his woes and post-workout soreness. Like he could just float away on a cloud. But instead, he slumped down. Not even a final gasp announced his departure. He just sank below the heated surface, what remained of him fully immersed in snake seed, and vanished amid the last few churns. Softened down to the same consistency, he was nothing more than a vaguely dragon-shaped wad of cum before another squeeze flattened out those features and added them to the rest of the simmering spunk, just making that cum thicker, making its scent more potent, and bulging out those balls even tighter.

Monty sighed out sharply, hissing so wetly his tongue was flinging drool as he flicked it, his body flopping back as his nuts went perfectly round and smooth, evening out as they distributed the dragon-made load amongst them, sagging down with the weight of all that excessively heavy cream. Montiga probably couldn't even have heft them off the bed if he wanted to. But he wasn't going anywhere. Without even a word, he just patted the surface of his balls, feeling them jiggle and jostled with creamed Qian, and typed up a poll for his viewers to vote on. For money, of course.

What should I do with him?

Paint his room!

or

Gulp him down!

And then he just sat back and let the money come in. It was close for the first few minutes. He tried not to betray just how pent up he was feeling, how much he needed to cum. Only the curling of his toes and twitching of his tail really showed that off. Along with his clenching nuts, pulling up tighter and tighter to his body, squeezing on that splashing load all the harder. But that was to be expected. He hissed as he waited, hoping they would make a decision quickly, and relieved when another unprecedented donation drove the balance wildly towards the latter option. Good thing Monty hadn't eaten recently.

He didn't waste time with any further teasing. He just coiled up around himself, making sure the camera could still see his bloated balls and his own maw wrapping tight around his cocks. Unlike the dragon, he was made for swallowing. He throated both of his shafts in one gulp, pointing their tips straight towards his stomach, and simply began to bob his hips. Quite literally fucking his own face, he would have kept up that performance for longer if he wasn't feeling so much pressure. Instead, it was just a few quick seconds of sucking himself off before he felt that distinct tingle running up from his prostate, right through his taint, shooting all the way to the tip of his cock. And the cum soon followed.

Even he had to exercise the utmost of his swallowing skills to really take it all down. He was gushing from both shafts at once, which just meant he could put out twice as much cream as normal, gobbling down gallons of the stuff at once until his belly was starting to stretch. And that was only a start. He slurked and and drooled upon himself while he sucked it down, his throat outright bulging with the size of the gulps he was making, forcing it all down into his gut as he grew rounder with every pump. Not that it stopped him. He kept fucking himself until he was shoving his dicks in and out of his own cumshot, the stuff finally welling up in his throat until it was overflowing and cascading down his chest.

He was left glistening and panting as he finally pulled out of his own mouth. He turned his head to the side so he could properly drool out all the cum that hadn't quite made it down, while he cradled his gut with both hands. The camera couldn't even see his face, blocked by that expansive middle, stretched out like a balloon and swinging back and forth from the slightest movement. Even his heavy breathing as he recovered was producing a steady sloshing noise, along with another gurgle. He'd already digested the dragon one way, and he was going to make good use of all that protein, recycling him into something of a meal. Hell of a lot more filling than the usual post-workout milkshake, to say the least.

Monty didn't even bother turning the stream off. He couldn't move. Or he just didn't want to try. He was glowing, feeling like he'd achieved some sort of nirvana, at least briefly. And in such a state there really were no options left but to pass right out. He snoozed there on Qian's own bed, soaking his scent into the sheets and the mattress below to ensure it would always smell of snake, always clue in anyone else who touched it of what had happened there. The audience remained relatively present, watching his gut slowly tighten as it constricted around his liquid meal, though even by the morning it hadn't quite flattened out again. Monty was looking a little chubby, was displaying a bit of a jiggle, but it was all more than worth it. Besides, he could always meet another tasty someone when he was working off the extra chub at the gym. It was such a good meeting place for tasty, filling meals.

Finally ending his show, he rose and start pacing around the now-vacant house. He'd already made a pretty handsome sum just from showing off, but he couldn't help a little greed. He was looking for something he might be able to sell. The laptop was an obvious one, though it might have smelled like snake nuts a little bit. Maybe the television, if he could get it out. But better was the dragon's phone, sitting there in the living room, displaying the icons of some unread messages. Monty was quite pleased to find it totally unlocked when he picked it up. He set to tapping through the dragon's private life.

Most of it was pretty boring. He considered teasing some of Qian's friends with the dragon's creamy fate, but he wasn't really seeing anyone who seemed like they might have been particularly weak to it. Until he opened up a little private messaging program, and started to explore who the dragon had been talking too anonymously. He had been part of a secret group chat, one that seemed to be nothing but secret prey-types just like him, all of them gushing about how hot it was to think about it, but assuring each other they would never really do it. That it probably wasn't even possible. And wasn't it illegal? All those dismissive, real-world considerations of desperate sluts who didn't yet know they were going to be someone's prey.

Montiga couldn't help himself. He tapped up a message, using Qian's fake name and avatar.

What if I told you all that I know someone who could do it?

Other avatars stirred to life, and the messages came in.

Go on...

Is this just a roleplay or are you serious?

Hey careful. Don't do anything you'll regret.

That last one put a grin on the snake's face.

Too late. I'm nut sludge. You're talking to my predator. Who wants to meet him next? :)

Montiga set the phone down briefly to crack his knuckles, already feeling his predatory urges welling up inside him once more, despite how nicely satisfied he'd been just recently. It wasn't long before a direct message came in from one of the group's members. And then another. And another. He'd stumbled upon a buffet. The only thing he had to figure out next was who he liked the look of most.

He already had someone who was typing a dozen messages to him before Monty even got a chance to reply. Then came a photo. Cute husky. He sent one back, and just like that he had an address to go visit. That was easy. Pretty dog would be a good start. In time, he hoped he could work right through that whole contact list, devouring and digesting everyone Qian ever knew, erasing them all in a messy glorp and churn of their choosing. He knew how hard it was to resist him once anyone got their first sniff, and with every meal his intoxicating aura only got more potent, a cloud of mundanely mind-controlling masculinity that ensured he would never go hungry.