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From the penthouse suite of tallest building in Empire City, Fyrre could survey all he ruled. It had taken years, even decades for him to reach the top of the city's food chain, but two hours ago, he had signed the final contract in the biggest deal of his life. His corporation, FyrreX Industries, had completed the merger with Zavv Incorporated, making him one of the richest men on the planet. Years ago, he was just some poor feral living on the street. Now he could order a man's death with little more than a whisper, and no one would say anything except, "Yes sir."

Fyrre was a dragon, black in color, or at least dark enough he could be mistaken as black. He had been sitting in front of the window of the suite for the past several minutes, not moving, not speaking, his breath only a low, shallow whistle. Zavvnao had stepped into the room and was at first content to wait for Fyrre to notice him. After several minutes, he became bored enough to clear his throat, and Fyrre's head lifted. His long neck weaved over his shoulder and he looked to the lizard standing in the doorway. "Where's your shirt?" Fyrre asked.

With a bare chest, Zavvnao strolled into the room with a noticeable spring in his step. Lean and tall, he was covered in light brown scales that gave him a look like a desert lizard. His specific species had some odd, long name, something that began with an "A," but Fyrre always found it easier to just call him a lizard.

Behind Zavvnao slithered an enormous naga, so wide towards the middle he had difficulty squeezing through the doorway, but once he was in the suite he curled into a submissive ball. Intrigued by the naga (for they were even rarer in Empire City than dragons,) Fyrre trotted forward. The naga curled into a tighter ball as the dragon came to stand before him, examining him, before growing bored and looking back to Zavvnao.

"What is this?" Fyrre asked.

"Just a whore I picked up from the local club. His name is Montague or Mordecai."

"Montiga," the naga said with a low hiss. Despite being easily twice as long as the lizard or the dragon, he remained curled tight.

"You seriously couldn't have found someone who's done this before?" Fyrre growled. "He looks like a hatchling."

"You like it tight, so quite complaining. I'll go first though, pop his cherry, alright? Then you and me can have some fun."

Zavvnao undid his belt slowly, and dropped his pants to his knees, before stepping out of them. Fyrre spent a moment enjoying the sight of the lean, muscled lizard's body. While some executives let their body waste away, or fatten up from lethargy, Zavvnao kept a good shape despite long hours in the office and on the road. Fyrre kept in good shape too, but that was mostly because of strong draconic genes. It seemed no matter what, or who, he ate, he maintained his muscled form, which suited him just fine.

Montiga still hadn't uncurled from the scaly ball. Even as Zavvnao, nude with his erection stretching out from between his legs, approached, Montiga didn't lift his head. Only when Zavvnao ruffled the hair that topped Montiga head did the naga lifted his gaze to meet the lizard's. "I know you're scared big guy, but you gotta empty me, remember? Come on. Won't be anything too bad."

One of Zavvnao's hands wrapped around his erection and gave it a very gentle rub. At the smallest touch, the penis sprang to life. The gentle affection from the lizard's scaly hands slowly worked the erection's thickness up. His other hand reached for Montiga's head and gently stroked the hair. Like a hypnotized cobra, the naga's head lifted and his eyes soon locked on the stiffening shaft. It looked a bit like a rival snake, though so much smaller. Still, it was well within Montiga's instincts to eat those smaller than him, and felt so natural to gently pucker his lips and plant the first of many kisses upon the crown of the shaft.

Montiga straightened his body out, stretching nearly ten feet. On any other floor of the building, it would have been impossible, but the suite was large enough to compensate the naga's full length. Fyrre found himself enjoying the view more than he would have guessed. Although Montiga's back was covered in dark blue scales, with darker blue stripes and white spots, his underbelly was a stretch of dark grey. The scales of his belly must have been thinner than those on his back, because looking closely; Fyrre could actually see a subtle thump that might have been Montiga's pounding heart. Lower than that was a rumbling spot: Montiga's belly expertly digesting some poor soul he had eaten earlier in the day. Inching closer, Fyrre stared until he noticed a little ripple, like a wave resonating through a still lake.

Fyrre realized he was standing very close to the naga, his head only about a foot away from the rumbling belly. He turned to his left, curious if Montiga had noticed how close he had ventured, but Montiga's focus was solely on Zavvnao's erection, bobbing before him. Looking to his right, he suddenly noticed a subtle slit against the otherwise continuous stretch of dark grey scales on Montiga's underside. Without really thinking, he leaned forward and very gently nuzzled that spot in the underbelly. The smell was of very subtle musk, confirming his suspicion it was Montiga's sheath. He nuzzled very gently, then slipped his tongue out and gave the scales an experimental lick.

Gripping the naga's head with both hands, Zavvnao tugged him forward, until the spear of flesh parted Montiga's cracked lips. The naga hissed at the feel of a subtle tongue on his cock, and weaved his head back to see his pink erections pushing out of the scales. Like most nagas, Montiga had two magnificent penises instead of only one. The glans of both were abruptly pinched by Fyrre, who curiously squeezed them between his thumbs and forefingers.

"Hey," Zavvnao said, yanking Montiga's head forward once again. "I'm the one paying you, remember? Now put my cock in your mouth and suck me dry."

A throaty hiss escaped Montiga's throat and his golden eyes squinted at the reptile. Zavvnao squinted back before pushing his erection forward, once more pressing against Montiga's scaly lips. Still hissing, he nevertheless opened his jaws wide and allowed the engorged glans of the cock to slide past his teeth. Zavvnao's erection was quite impressive in length, but Montiga's long throat and lack of gag reflex allowed him to pull the entire shaft in slowly. With practiced expertise, his tongue coiled and curled around the girth, massaging each inch of the flesh under an affectionate tongue.

Fyrre was fascinated by the twin, tasty pillars that slowly emerged from the wide slit on the naga's underbelly. Free of the tight flesh prison, the intoxicating aroma of naga musk rolled out in great waves. He squeezed the two shafts together, and found the flesh that composed them was delightfully squishy and yielding. That meant they pushed together nicely. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he slowly pushed his mouth forward and brought both cocks inside at once. The taste of musk exploded through his senses. His eyes opened wide in lustful shock as his long tongue coiled around the first, then the second.

Because of his quadruped stance, Fyrre rarely wore pants. There was no hindrance for his obsidian penises as they began to stretch and push out of his sheath. Just like Montiga, he had two erections proudly working their way out of the sheath and filling the entire penthouse floor with musky flavor. The feel of both his erections, squeezed tight inside the warm, pulsating cavern of the dragon's throat sent a shiver through Montiga's spine. He groaned, mouth hanging open, until Zavvnao tugged a few strand of purple hair out of his crown.

"Suck," Zavvnao snarled.

Montiga glared at Zavvnao once again. Fixing his lips carefully around the erection, and allowing his lips to rest just past the lizard's glans, Montiga puckered up and started to suck on the steaming shaft. Although Zavvnao had been demanding affection, he had not expected the strength of the suction. It felt like his cock had been hooked up to a vacuum. Montiga sucked deep, and when his mouth filled with pre and saliva, he gulped it all down. In those moments, Zavvnao was given all of a moment to relax before the intense suction began again. Pre was steadily oozing out of his cock at the pleasant feel, but the sucking was so strong, it was actually starting to hurt.

"Hey... take it easy," Zavvnao muttered. Montiga reached forward and wrapped his long fingers around the reptile's hips. Digging his claws into Zavvnao's plump buttocks and pulling him closer, he forced the erection further down his throat. The suction increased to twice its prior strength, sending painful shivers through the reptile.

Fyrre, meanwhile, bobbed his head with vigor. His tongue slipped between the two shafts and his teeth gently nibbled and clenched on the shaft. There was a steady stream of naga seed oozing into his cheeks, but with the two girths filling his throat, he could not gulp the fluids down. They pooled in his jaws until spilling over his lips and running down his body.

Zavvnao snarled suddenly and thrust his hips forward. A large lump appeared in Montiga's throat as the glans stretched down the pulsating tunnel. Somehow, the suction remained, and a steady stream of cream oozed out of the slit until, at last, Zavvnao hit his peek. His eyes practically exploded out of his head as an explosion shot out of his penis, only for the efficient suction of the naga's throat to drink all the cream down. There was actually pain deep in his hips and testicles. The unrelenting suction felt like it was stealing the seed from deep inside him. A horrible, hollow feeling settled in his groin, and still Montiga sucked furiously.

Only when every drop of cream had been purged from Zavvnao's testicles did Montiga finally tilt his head back. Flicking his tongue over his lips, he licked up every drop of cream up and drank it all down. Montiga looked down his body and to Fyrre, who was still struggling to endure the impressive load of white that was exploding out of the dual cocks like buckshot. Wrapping his long fingers around Fyrre's head, Montiga pulled the lips off his cock carefully, before casually throwing the dragon to the ground. The spray of white continued, drenching the poor dragon, who could do more than lift his hands in front of his face. Zavvnao was not doing much better. The lizard was lying on his back with his eyes glazed over. His erection made the jerks and shudders of ejaculation, but no cream gushed out.

Montiga picked Fyrre up by the horns, and dragged him over the ground until he was before Zavvnao. Zavvnao's erection was still heaving and struggling to splash some cream out, and it looked as if the reptile was still living out the orgasm. Montiga chuckled

"Let go of me," Fyrre muttered. A claw swatted at Montiga's hand, but Montiga barely acknowledged it. Lacking the strength to resist further, he was dragged until he was right before Zavvnao, who found the strength to sit up. Gripping his erection, the reptile held his cock with both hands and casually rubbed it.

"What are you doing?" Fyrre asked. Again he tried to shift and wiggle out of the naga's grip, but Montiga refused to yield.

"You should have read over the contract a bit closer," Zavvnao said. "All we need to do now is get rid of the body, and everything will be set. Come on Montiga. Do what I'm paying you for."

Montiga hissed, but taking hold of Fyrre by the muzzle so his mouth couldn't open, he quickly stuffed the dragon's snout against the lizard's quivering slit. Baffled, Fyrre's eyes swiveled to the flesh obelisk that now dominated his view. The tip of his snout was pressed against the subtle opening, and he assumed that would be it. Suddenly, much to his horror, the flesh lips flailed as wide as a snake's mouth, only for the walls of flesh to slap wetly upon his nostrils. The rolls of flesh came to rest just at his eyes, giving him a horrifically up close view of the reptile's glans. He attempted to scream, but the squeeze of skin was so tightly clamped upon his snout, he could barely part his lips.

With new found strength, he stretched his arms out. Swinging madly, he struggled to find something to hold on to. Montiga casually caught hold of him by the wrists and wrenched them painfully behind his back, nearly dislocating his left shoulder. He caught hold of the dragon's wings before Fyrre even thought to use them and kept them firmly pinned as well. With a forceful shove, he drove Fyrre's entire head into the hungry slit, which somehow expanded exactly as much as needed. The opening of the slit came to rest on Fyrre's throat, making it near impossible to breathe, as if the smothering weight and warmth inside the penis wasn't bad enough.

"Holy shit, this feels amazing," Zavvnao snarled, drool dripping down his lips.

"Best way to dispose of a body," Montiga said. "It's one of my many, many specialties."

Montiga's hands slid down to Fyrre's hips and gave him a forceful shove. The layers of pink slopped up Fyrre's body as he was pushed. Pressure settled on his arms and wings, keeping them snuggly pinned against his body and making it nearly impossible to squirm even an inch. He did managed to open his mouth enough to scream, but there was too much flesh insulating his head from the outside world. The only sign of his shouts for help or mercy was a subtle vibration in the stretched skin of Zavvnao's cock.

Zavvnao's erection had swelled large enough to compensate the squirming, sobbing dragon. His testicles, as well, were beginning to show signs of deformation as more and more of his victim passed into his scrotum. Yet Zavvnao showed no signs of pain or worry, even as Montiga's hands moved down to Fyrre's rump cheeks. The hungry flesh stretched over Fyrre's tail and began to grip and squeeze his thigh, snapping his legs together. With both hands, Montiga lifted the erection so it stood straight up. His fingers danced towards the slit and gripping it with both hands, he pulled it wide. Gravity pushed the terrified dragon the rest of the way, his desperate squirms and struggles only helping his descent until he landed fully inside the scrotum, which had grown absolutely massive.

Montiga slithered so he was settled between Zavvnao legs, the massive, stretched scrotum before him. His large hands rested on the thin layer of scales, before applying just a smidge of pressure. The body housed inside shook and shivered before laying still. Montiga turned and rested the side of his head on the balls, trying to listen. All he could hear were the sounds of Zavvnao's body however. He was not sure if the movement he could feel were Fyrre's struggles, or just the death throes of a corpse. It didn't matter.

The next hour was spent attentively rubbing and massaging the balls, stimulating them to aid in breaking down the body. Beneath his sensitive fingers, he could feel the gradual process as a living creature was reduced to goo. Montiga found that the scales of a fellow reptile were always the most difficult to break down. He could feel the armored coating from outside, but the moment the digestive juice of Zavvnao's cum broke through them, the rest of the body turned to mush with ease.

At last, when there was nothing solid inside the swollen testicles, Montiga leaned back and smiled. "Feel good?" he asked, before cruelly smacking the balls. The stretch skin rippled like a water bed, and Zavvnao jerked up, gasping in raw pain. Montiga, again, chuckled. "You're going to have to release all that pressure, or you're going to pop. Maybe I can be of service?"

Zavvnao lifted his head and watched as Montiga slithered backwards. Very carefully, he lowered onto his back until he was stretched as far as he could. His two pink, fleshy cocks stretched out of his underbelly. Beneath his sheath was another break in his grey scales, the small vent of his anus.

Licking his lips in anticipation, Zavvnao crawled forward and onto the massive naga's underside. His swollen testicles dragged over Montiga's scaly underside, sending shivers through both, until at last Zavvnao could line his aching erection up with the enticing vent. His cock was still sore from swallowing a dragon, whole and alive, but Montiga's anus radiated warmth and felt quite good on his sore glans. Zavvnao eased himself forward slowly, and much to his surprise, his penis slid between the scale plates with remarkable ease. Focusing his head, Montiga kept his anus stretched wide open until the glans were fully inside him, then clamped down hard. Zavvnao hissed from either pain or ecstasy, the naga was not sure. Regardless, he collapsed onto Montiga's much larger body, and Montiga wrapped his arms gently around the lizard to keep him from falling off him. One of his hands eased down to Zavvnao's cute rump and tail. Gripping his cheeks tight, he manually lifted Zavvnao up, before dropping him down, onto the vent. The lizard's cock pushed deep into the fleshy tunnel, which opened and closed at the whims of the expert naga. Zavvnao had to do nothing, in fact, save lay back and revel in the pleasure that was surging through him. Montiga forced him to hammer against his quaking anus, forced the engorged cock deeper and deeper. The testicles slammed against the naga's underside, filling Zavvnao with a sense of pleasure and an odd sense of pain.

His climax was a raw explosion. All that seed that had been bubbling and gushing inside his massive testicles was suddenly trying to escape, all at once. The sheer volume of cream that was gushing out of his penis caused his slit, even slightly stretched as it was, to clog under the pressure. The slamming of his testicles had been painful, but this was the worst thing he had ever felt: like his penis would pop like a bottle rocket. He panicked, snarling and snapping, trying to somehow signal Montiga that something was wrong, when the clog was suddenly broken and a gush of white shot into the naga's anus. While Zavvnao was shaking and humping madly with every ounce of strength he could muster, Montiga was noticeably lax. Arms behind his head, he only smiled and chuckled as the seed rushed into his great body.

Zavvnao collapsed suddenly. Tuckered out, he could only lay on the massive, scaly body of the naga, treating it like a bed. Occasionally, he gyrated his hips and tried to wiggle his still hard cock around in the warmth of the pucker, but even that was an exertion he could barely muster.

The lizard was only vaguely aware he was being picked up. Montiga effortlessly gathered him into his arms and slithered along, coming to the couch in the center of the room. Zavvnao reached a hand down and brushed his fingers over his testicles. There was not a trace of distortion over his groin. Perhaps his penis had a little extra size, but that could be excused with being well endowed. "Hell of a way to get rid of a body," he muttered.

Montiga placed Zavvnao down on the couch, on his belly, with his tail and ass in the air. Very gently, he took hold of Zavvnao's feet by the ankles, as well as his tail tip, and lifted him slightly off the couch. "It's a good way. It gets rid of the body, but your seed will still carry some of the poor soul's DNA. The best way, though? Allow me to demonstrate."

Eyes glazed with lust, Zavvnao looked over his shoulder and to the naga. Montiga opened his mouth as wide as he could, showing off the bottomless tunnel of his throat, lined with pink innards. Stubby fangs dripped saliva from the roof of his mouth to the bottom, and the muscles that lined his body were already flexing eagerly in anticipation. Montiga placed Zavvnao's feet into his mouth with dainty care, before closing his jaws slowly. Puckering his lips, much like he had when he was sucking on the cock, he very gently sucked and brought Zavvnao in to his ankles with disturbing ease.

Zavvnao stared at the spectacle with bemusement. The jaws again opened almost three times their size, revealing the pulsating pink muscles and deeper shadows. The throat kept expanding wider and wider, revealing more and more of the naga's depths. Montiga's long tongue coiled out, wrapped around Zavvnao's legs and up to his crack. Drawing the lizard deeper into the mouth, Montiga slowly closed his mouth and allowed his fangs to puncture the tender thighs.

"Hey," Zavvnao muttered. "Stop that. Money's on the table. Now get out of here."

A low hiss escaped Montiga's throat. If that was supposed to be an answer, or was simply a noise the naga made was anyone's guess. His tongue slipped over the lizard's thighs and brushed over Zavvnao's crotch several times. There was a pleasant musky flavor when he licked there which he enjoyed, though the stimulation began to clear Zavvnao's senses. His squirming began to grow more focused, more furious.

Resting his great and powerful body on the ground, Montiga carefully hoisted Zavvnao off the couch and into the air. Zavvnao's arms swept and clawed, trying to find something to hold on to, but Montiga's lower half quickly wrapped around his body. He just managed to slip his right arm out of the coil's embrace, and desperately took hold of the couch's arm. Claws dug deep into the wooden frame, and some tiny part of him fancied it his salvation. But when Montiga gulped heavily, the couch's frame began to whine. After squeezing Zavvnao tight with his coils and gulping again, the couch's arm suddenly broke off the main body. Perhaps he could have used arm as a weapon, but it tumbled out of his fingers in a moment of blind panic. "Stop it!" Zavvnao shouted. "I paid you to get rid of Fyrre. What the fuck are you doing to me?!"

"I'm eating you," Montiga mused, though with his mouthful, he couldn't vocalize such a thought. Zavvnao's middle was going to be the most difficult part of the devouring process. His hips were wide and his ass was surprisingly plump, and there was the added bulk of the base of his tail. Montiga squeezed Zavvnao's body tighter with his powerful coils, pressing the wind, life, and fight out of him. When he finally eased the strangling pressure, there was not an ounce of struggle left inside the lizard, and Montiga easily slid Zavvnao in to his pectorals.

"I'll pay you anything. I'm going to be rich, do you understand me?" Zavvnao begged. "Do you understand? I own this whole city. I own everything and everyone in it! Stop it!"

Desperate, Zavvnao tried to brace his hands on Montiga's looming maw, but he was already deep enough he couldn't lock his elbows, not to mention the lips of the naga were slippery and soaked with drool. He still struggled to muster the strength to push his body out of the slick, slimy tunnel, but it simply wasn't enough. He was so exhausted from the prior games, not to mention Montiga was easily twice his size and strength. The naga's powerful body was tightly wrapped around him, squeezing him for no other reason than to keep him from catching a deep breath.

Zavvnao's chin came to rest on the lower part of Montiga's jaws. The rest of his body, save his right arm, was hopelessly enveloped by the stifling innards. The best defense he could muster was to place his free hand on Montiga's snout and struggle to push himself out, or at least prevent himself from sliding any deeper to his fate. Several tense moments passed, Zavvnao unable to push himself out, but at least he hoped he would not go any deeper in. Every moment he was free was another moment for him to think of something.

Montiga took hold of his hand and, one by one, loosened the fingers. The moment his hand was free, Montiga shifted his grip to Zavvnao's face, and pushed him into the hungry throat.

"You can't do this to me!" Zavvnao kept screaming, even as his world became only the humid pink cave. Saliva continued dripping off the walls, splashing onto his face and blinding his eyes, getting into his mouth and making it difficult to breathe. He was coated in goo and drool, robbing his scales of any friction that might slow his descent.

Montiga uncoiled his body and lay down as straight as he could, giving the lizard a clear path to his massive, empty stomach. The fingers on Zavvnao's hand splayed and reached through the air, desperate to catch hold of any lifeline fate might throw. Slowly, what little light could infiltrate through Montiga's mouth deadened, and the lizard was dropped into the sickening darkness of the naga's body. Rolling onto his back, Montiga watched as his grey underbelly rippled like an ocean in a storm, marking the lizard's gradual descent deeper. Happy hands patted his distended girth. Sometimes Zavvnao answered with pokes and pushes of his own, but that resistance ended quickly as fatigue set in and oxygen ran out. Montiga looked about the room, though was happy to see not a trace of Zavvnao nor Fyrre, save a few puddles of cream, and those would be passed over by any investigating authorities. Hell, tomorrow some well meaning maid would mop up the seed.

Although difficult, Montiga had experience with moving when stuffed so full. In no rush, he slithered to the phone that rested on a side table. Picking it carefully, he dialed a familiar number, and held the phone up to the side of his head.

"It's done," he said casually. Without a response, the line went dead.

Montiga rolled his eyes. He was not a fan of all the smoke and mirror bullshit, but as long as he got paid, he was happy. If he had a choice, he would have simply overpowered both Zavvnao and Fyrre and eaten them both, but his employer believed this would be best. Besides, this had been fun, he had to admit. Aside from the generous payment that was being transferred to his bank account, having a full belly, still squirming in that pleasant way only live prey can, well... that was just icing on the cake.