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Greatest Expectations

Future generations would say it started with a flash and ripple through the sky, as if God himself punched the earth. Perhaps that was not far from the truth. A god had set his sights on the little sphere, third from the sun, and intrigued by it, no law of reality would stop him. That was what future generations would say around the campfire, at least. For those who lived it, for those alive the day Lord Kaiser Redflame made his presence known to humanity, it all started with an interruption of all regularly scheduled programs.

With a shudder in the sky and ripple in the clouds, Lord Kaiser Redflame, all twelve feet of him, appeared in the streets of New York City. Wearing only an odd covering, resembling a singlet, his crimson scales glistened, especially as the clouds parted and the sun's rays returned. A bicycle courier who had been weaving in and out of traffic, suddenly found his path blocked by an enormous red wall. The sight was so strange, so alien to his eyes, he didn't even think to apply the brakes (not that they would spare him) and continued speeding towards the behemoth. One of Kaiser's massive claws reached down and caught the cyclist by the chest. Moving his hand with the cyclist, Kaiser managed to lift the human off his bike, only breaking two ribs inside his chest. The cyclist was lifted until he was face to face with the dragon, whose amber eyes intently focused.

"Where is the organization of your leaders?" Kaiser asked. His voice had the rippling quality of the thunder that had signaled his arrival. The deep boom actually hurt the cyclist more than the broken ribs. With the dragon's impressive wings spread wide and circling around him, the cyclist was cut off from the rest of the world. Sun did not touch his face, and it seemed as if the entire city had gone silent, save the booming voice.

"Human," the dragon said once more. "Where is the organization of your leaders? I must speak to them. It is greatly urgent."

When it was clear that this human would not provide him with answers, Kaiser dropped the man to the ground. Those that lay their eyes upon the dragon stopped in their tracks, causing those behind them to stop as well, until all the streets were backed up. Annoyed at it, but undeterred, Kaiser casually began strutting in the direction he guessed he would find those he was looking for.

He was not surprised that he drew the attention of any who set eyes upon him. It was not only that he was a twelve foot tall dragon, crimson scales glowing in the afternoon sun, amber eyes swaying side to side as he looked upon the gawkers. He was Lord Kaiser Reflame, ruler of the realm of Ardallen. He earned stares no matter what dimension he traveled to, no matter what world he graced. Even in his home dimension, where he was as much a fixture as the sun in the sky and the earth beneath, all eyes were always on him.

Of course, by the time Kaiser arrived, there was a contingency of armed forces perched outside the building of the United Nations. Little toy soldiers, with their silly little rifles were all lined up before the dragon, trying to protect their leaders. Even in a dimension that was not firmly his own, it was well within his power to destroy the lot of humanity that dared to stand against him, but that was not why he was here. He had studied this world for several weeks, months even. He knew how to act in this situation, and casually lifted his hands over his head. There was the risk this would be taken as a hostile gesture, of course. He was, by some appearances, doubling his size, but it seemed these little toy soldiers understood he meant them no harm. That, or they were so paralyzed with fear they couldn't remember how to squeeze the trigger of their rifles.

His amber eyes were attracted to a subtle glimmer of light. He turned his head slowly, not wanting that of all things to be taken as hostility, and his eyes focused on a cameraman and news anchor standing just behind the soldiers.

"Excuse me, my dear," he said. The blonde woman jumped at the sound of the voice, and how it seemed to only be speaking to her. She turned slowly and looked to the massive, crimson dragon. "Would you please focus in on me? I have a message to deliver to your populace."

The blonde woman could not think to do anything, but her cameraman lifted his gaze and began to focus on the dragon. Kaiser smiled, cleared his throat, and began. "People of the earth," he said. "I do hope that my dictation is correct. I have been watching your world for several months now, but you have so many languages, I hope I am using the correct one."

He cleared his throat again. "For many months I have gazed upon your world of strife and struggle, hoping to somehow save you from the toil of your lives. Today, I make my presence known and my intentions to save you clear. I understand that my appearance is one of demons and monsters in your culture, but I can assure you, I am no monster from the pits of hell. I am only Lord Kaiser Redflame, ruler of the realm of Ardallen, and the bringer of your salvation."

Kaiser thought a moment. In other worlds, he had simply razed and slaughtered the citizenship into submission, but even the bliss of massacre grew tiring after a thousand worlds fell before his claws. For this world, he wanted to spice things up, just a little.

"I would like to meet with your leaders," he continued. "I understand my appearance, and my claims, will fill you with wary. I am patient. I ask that these guards escort me someplace I can stay, a residence that befits my stature and grandeur. I already have some ideas. I will entertain any guests who wish to venture into my quarters, and will answer any questions your government lays before my feet. It is my hope that this transparency will ease whatever wary stains your heart and we can move towards a brighter tomorrow."

Kaiser smiled, and lowered his arms, but did not allow them to fall to his sides. Instead, he offered them to the guards who still had their rifles trained upon him. Eventually, one guard, who must have been the bravest son of a bitch in the entire world, came forward. Kaiser's wrists were far too thick to compensate a pair of handcuffs, designed with humans in mind. The handcuffs just managed to fit around his thumbs, however. If he really wanted to, he could snap the metal chains like twigs, but for now, he would play the part. Unsure what to really do, one of the guards gestured with his rifle for Kaiser to follow. Still with his grin and his usual swagger, Kaiser allowed himself to be led.

News about Kaiser Redflame spread like wildfire. Had he appeared in some secluded farmland or a third world country, his existence could possibly have remained a secret. But appearing before the masses, there was no way to cover up his existence. A thousand thoughts swept through the world, but prime among them was the simple fact: humanity was not alone. There were other creatures, other worlds, and they sought to bestow upon humanity kindness.

The image of Kaiser Redflame was plastered on the television news and YouTube clips for the weeks that followed. The crimson, grinning visage of the great dragon was all anyone saw and any could talk about. Theories ran rampant about the dragon, about what he was here for, what secrets he would bestow upon man. The wide smile and his speech was autotuned and remixed, intriguing fantasies about the crimson god, especially for a humble man named Adam Fried, who happened to work at the luxury hotel Kaiser Redflame decided to reside at.

Six years had been spent toiling away in the Castle, a luxury high-rise apartment building on Eighth Avenue of Manhattan. What was supposed to be a summer job after high school somehow became fulltime employment without him realizing. Nine to five, every day, Adam mopped floors, washed windows, and catered to a bunch of blue haired tenants who didn't know how to tip. Every day he woke up, he was sure that tomorrow, something would happen and intervene in his life, something would come about and finally save him from the daily trudge. The day it was announced that the Castle would be hoisting the dragon emissary from another world, Adam assumed it was all some sort of joke.

He had been working when Kaiser made his announcement on national television, but had feverishly sought out the YouTube videos. The entire speech lasted only a few minutes. The longest video lasted five minutes and thirty four seconds, but that had reaction shots and the aftermath, and Adam cared little for that sort of thing. Hiding in one of the Castle's thousands of broom closets, ciphering the Wi-Fi of one of the tenants too stupid to know how put up a block, he watched the dragon's every movement with the grainy picture his used I-Phone could offer (it always had a problem with the color red). He watched how the dragon's lips moved and how his eyes flickered. He watched the way he rolled his vowels, speaking like a foreigner, but still distinctly human.

Four hours later, Adam sheepishly exited the broom closet and walked right into a verbal reprimand from his boss. That scolding took place in the Castle's lobby, in full view of the building's patrons (because they all adored seeing blue collar workers being yelled at). His boss was hissing and snarling and screaming at him, and Adam casually nodded, when he noticed an influx of armed police.

Squatting low but never quite crawling on his hands and knees like a peasant might, Kaiser just managed to fit through the generous doors of the Castle. Perhaps the wideness of the front doors was the reason Kaiser decided to make this apartment building his home, when there were dozens of other luxury high-rises throughout the city. The ceilings were also extremely high and the penthouse suite was the largest in the city, and perhaps Kaiser really had done his research and already selected this building. Of course, none of the reasons really mattered to Adam. The beautiful red scales; the supple, friendly grin that was always spread across his face; and the beautiful amber eyes that swayed side to side, always ready to pick out a potential threat. It took Kaiser exactly twenty four seconds to pass through the lobby and reach the employee's elevator, the only elevator in the building that could hope to support the dragon's incredible weight (Adam would learn the time from watching the countless YouTube videos that documented the event).

For the days that followed, there was a distinct spring in every one of Adam's steps. He continued to mop floors and wash windows, and tend to the selfish needs of obnoxious tenants, but every day, he sprinted to work in blind excitement. Every day, he hoped and dreamed that this would be the day he ventured up to the penthouse floor, and was able to lay his eyes upon the dragon that resided there. The building had been speedily renovated when their newest guest moved in. The workers were no longer permitted to use the worker's elevator. Instead, one of the nine resident elevators was designated for their use. A lock was installed into the worker's elevator, and traveling to the penthouse floor was strictly forbidden, not only by the Castle management but by the government itself, which declared it a matter of national security or some such absurdity.

Workers still went up, of course. Kaiser was fed six meals a day, and it required around ten people to carry all the delicacies of a single meal. Ambassadors, scientists, and government agents came and went constantly. What they talked about kept the internet alive with chatter. Women, dressed in scantily clad outfits or outright bikinis went up as well. What they did up there was a common question around the internet too.

There was an urge inside Adam to go to the penthouse, an urge he could neither suppress nor understand. It was a constant presence in the back of his mind. No one had ever seen a creature like Kaiser Redflame before, so of course there was the sheer awe that something so incredible was within reach. There was something beyond that, however.

He did not know why, but he knew what he wanted.

Day in, day out, he mopped the floor, he washed windows. Every day, he hoped beyond hope to catch just a glimpse of the red titan, like he had that first day. He had quickly grown bored with the YouTube videos, having memorized every detail of every one. He still spent his lunch breaks locked in the storeroom, watching the red dragon's appearance again and again on his I-Phone, but nothing could compare to the first time he had laid eyes upon it. Every night he fell asleep at his computer with the videos still playing on the screen.

Two weeks after the day Kaiser Redflame made his presence to the world known, Adam was given his chance to live out his dream. Adam's boss, Mr. Sully, stomped into the employee break room in a major huff. "Where the fuck is Benjamin?" he snarled.

Of course, Adam was on I-Phone, and paid no attention to whatever had pissed off Mr. Sully.

"No one has heard from him, boss."

"What about Clayton?!" Sully screamed, slamming one of his fat fists onto the table. Adam eyes were starting to hurt from staring at the screen, barely blinking. He still refused to look away. Someone had recently posted a new video with a very interesting view of Kaiser Redflame from behind. It was up to three thousand likes, and Adam was intent on memorizing every detail before his lunch break was over.

"The big red monster upstairs wants ribs. I need someone to bring this up."

"I'll go!" Adam said, bounding out of his seat and to his feet so quickly, he accidentally kicked the chair over.

Sully shrugged, and pointed one of his pudgy fingers to the door. "Tray is outside ready to go. Wheel it in, turn around, walk away. Do you understand that? And leave your phone here. Last thing I need is you selling pictures to the tabloids."

Adam was already stepping out the door. In his enthusiasm, he slammed into the massive tray that was parked in the hallway. Only the weight and sturdy design kept the tray from tumbling over. Gripping the cool metal tightly with both hands, Adam rushed through the hallways and to the employee's elevator. There was a security guard there who unlocked the door and pressed the button for him, before stepping out. And Adam found himself heading up to the penthouse of the building.

He did not know what to expect as the doors to the elevator slowly spread, revealing the top floor of the Castle. Perhaps, deep down, some part of him expected bodies hung from meat hooks in some disturbing, pagan ritual. Or all the lights of the floor replaced with medieval torches for no other reason than it was more draconic. In fact, as the doors open, the only thing he wasn't suspecting was for nearly nothing to have changed. The elevator opened into a living room, which was naturally the largest room in the entire penthouse. The penthouse was already furnished with couches and chairs and coffee tables, and to Adam's great surprise, all of those remained intact. In fact, as far as he could tell, the only thing that had changed was that doorway that lead deeper into the suite had been modified for the significant dimensions of the red dragon.

Adam had to lean all his weight against the food tray to push it out of the elevator. The wheels whined and struggled, but he managed to ram it into the center of the room. He looked behind him. The elevator doors slowly closed, though of course he could just press the button to summon it again. He knew he should leave, but tomorrow Benjamin might come stumbling in from a bender or Clayton may be back from his sick day. Hell, tomorrow, Kaiser may finally be called to stand before the United Nations and disappear from the Castle forever, and this chance would be wasted.

"I have to be a good host," Adam muttered, and serving cold ribs to such an important guest was not doing what a good host would do. He opened the cuisine tray. A billow of steam rippled up from the steaming meat, exploding right in Adam's face. He wiped the moisture from his brow and looked to the largest door in the suite. If he remembered the floor plan of the building, that door led to the bedroom.

"Foods here, sir," he called out.

Adam waited several moments, ears strained to hear the slightest sound. When he received no response, he approached the doorway, which was almost three times his size. Knocking gently, he waited a moment, before saying, "Lord Redflame, the meal that you requested has arrived. I just don't want it to go cold."

There was a breeze of wind as the door opened, the cool gust so strong, he was actually tugged forward. The door opened slowly, first revealing a toned, muscular leg, then the scarlet singlet that Kaiser Redflame wore as clothing. When the door was fully open, Adam found himself face to crotch with the great creature, and spent more than a few minutes simply staring at the sight dead ahead. The singlet was worn skintight, leaving little of what was between Kaiser's legs up to the imagination. What Adam found so strange was he could not detect the subtlest of bulges (and he was staring quite close). He was disappointed in that for reasons he was not sure of. He would have liked to see a bulge, the size of his fist, eager to escape the confines of the clothing. He realized he had a boner, only because now it was starting to go down.

It was Kaiser's laughter, deep and warm, that snapped Adam out of the stare. Slowly his eyes lifted until he could just look into the dragon's amber gaze. The eyes were narrowed slightly, and the corners of Kaiser's mouth were upturned in a charismatic grin.

"Well hello there, little one. What is your name?" Kaiser asked.

When he received no answer, Kaiser carefully lowered to one knee, perhaps hoping that reducing his dizzying height would ease the man's nerves. "What is your name?" he asked again.

"Adam," he said quickly.

"Ah, yes, the name of the biblical progenitor. Will Eve be joining us tonight?

"W-who?" Adam asked.

"Mmm, a pity. I would be lying if I said the females of your species did not intrigue me. Perhaps tomorrow then."

"I-I brought your food... sir. The ribs you requested."

Kaiser lifted his head and looked to the serving tray, still steaming in the cool air of the suite's living room. He shrugged his massive shoulders, and rose back to his full height. "I have little interest in that cuisine. I merely wanted one of you little creatures to come up here. You see, I would like my feet brushed, and it is rather difficult given my size. Would you be so kind as to aid me in this endeavor?"

"I... I..."

Kaiser turned and walked through the door he had never quite exited. The view of his crotch was replaced with his two muscular flanks, shifting side to side as he moved. Adam felt the tightness of his pants return. The singlet embraced his backside as tightly as his front, giving Adam a view that he could not look away from. His feet carried him into the room without his brain telling them to. Through no viable means, the door shut behind him and locks clicked into place.

The bedroom was lit by torches, or at least that was what Adam at first thought. There were no mundane lights, but he quickly realized, there were no torches either. There was nothing that might cause the eerie glow that radiated through the entire room. It was simply present.

"Do you like it?" Kaiser asked. "Do you feel comfortable here? I certainly do. You might call this my little 'home away from home.' Am I saying that right? I have learned the basics of your languages, but idioms are always a problem to deal with."

"Where are we?" Adam asked, barely keeping himself from toppling over. There was something burning inside his chest, something horrible that made him feel utterly sick.

"My realm, tiny one. We are in a small slice of my realm that I brought with me into this dimension. I am always sure to bring a portion, no matter where I go. Do not fear, you will acclimate to the change quickly. In fact, soon, it shall feel pleasant. You will never, ever want to leave."

Kaiser walked to a mirror and looked himself over. With a large brush, he carefully stroked and brushed the scales on his face, giving them a beautiful luster. Turning carefully, he walked back before Adam, giving him another eyeful of draconian crotch. Looking closely, Adam took note as the muscles that lined Kaiser's legs tensed, and the great dragon lifted his tail as he prepared to sit down. The thud of his rump hitting the ground sent a shockwave through the entire room and almost knocked Adam off his feet. Kaiser scooted back on his rump and rested his feet with his heels planted firmly on the ground. His massive, four toed feet lifted before Adam, displaying the soles to the man, who could do nothing but stare.

Leaning forward, Kaiser presented the brush he had before used on his face. Although a one handed brush by Kaiser's standards, Adam required both hands just to hold it, and as he stared at the impressive feet before him, he had absolutely no clue what the dragon expected. The dragon's toes wiggled cutely, making an odd scraping noise as the scales brushed against each other. "Be sure to get under the nails," he said, and waited.

It took a great deal of his strength, but Adam just managed to get a good grip of the brush. Lowering to his knees, he hoisted the brush up and let it rest against the middle toe on Kaiser's left foot. He applied pressure to the supple toe, and was surprised when both the scales and the flesh yielded, allowing the weight of the brush to push into it. To brush the toe, Adam had to twist his whole body, but he managed to earn a subtle purr from the dragon, who wiggled his toes once again.

As with every other part of the dragon, Kaiser's feet were magnificent. Easily a meter in height and half of that in width, their dimensions were easier compared to a human's torso than a human's feet. Their color was the same crimson red as the rest of the dragon's body, and no matter how closely Adam looked; he could not find a single spot of distortion or damage. He brushed the soles again, though found the brush so cumbersome, it made this difficult task next to impossible. Casting a gaze to the dragon, who looked to him with pure passivity, Adam set the brush down and instead pressed into the foot with his bare hands.

A long, pleased purr vibrated out of the great dragon, enticing Adam to continue. Gripping one of the middle toes with his fingers and pressing his thumbs into the bulbous pad, he found the scales and flesh yielded, but only with a great deal of force.

The sole was incredibly soft and supple, despite the textured scales that covered the foot. In fact, the scales seemed thin and fine enough, Adam wondered what purpose they offered aside from how delightful they felt under his fingers. Perhaps Kaiser had been enjoying pampering and relaxing foot rubs the past few weeks. That would certainly account for how incredible soft and sensual they felt, not to mention their fairly pleasant smell.

He had just finished massaging the toes of Kaiser's left foot and scooted over to start on his right, when he remembered what Kaiser had said. His eyes focused on the carefully sharpened claws that dotted each of the toes. They were black, or at least a dark enough red they stood out distinctly on the bulbous, crimson toes. Adam very carefully wrapped his arms around the largest toe on the right foot, and scooted forward until his chest was resting against the padded sole. Leaning his head forward, he carefully puckered his lips and slipped them under the razor nail. The sharp tip actually sliced across his nose, opening a gash, but he ignored the cool air of pain. He stretched his tongue as far as he could, and managed to hit the spot where the nail met the flesh of the toe. His eyes swayed up and he gazed upon his master, curious how he was doing.

Kaiser maintained the look of passivity, but at the corner of his lips, Adam hoped he could see a glimmer of joy on the dragon's face. Leaning back slightly, he began to softly nibble and bite over the toes, finding the taste oddly delightful on his tongue. Occasionally, the toes wiggled and knocked against Adam's chest. The blunt force hurt, but he did his best to ignore the bruises over his chest and continue to nuzzle and bite, until Kaiser growled, "Cease."

Adam lifted his head. His face was cut a few places from the careless claws and his chest was covered in bruises. None of that mattered though, as he looked between the dragon's impressive thighs and to the sizable lump that had grown full and fat in the crotch of the singlet. Perhaps Kaiser genitals were internal unless aroused, because there was no way Adam could possibly have missed such a sight before. Kaiser placed a foot beneath himself and slowly rose back to his towering height. No matter how he moved, Adam's eyes remained fixated on the dragon's groin.

Carefully fixing his thumbs into the shoulders of his covering, Kaiser pulled the elastic material wide and down his body, exposing his collar, pectorals, and then his rippling, rocky abdomen. Even though the covering had been tight against his skin, it was still an awe inspiring sight to see the dragon bare chested, and confirm his impressive physique was not some trick of his covering. His body could almost be compared to a man's, but such an assessment seemed hollow and flat, almost insulting to everything Kaiser was. Although Kaiser had all the parts of a human: arms, pectorals, abdominals, even nipples (although their purpose on a reptilian was beyond Adam's understanding,) he was simply more perfect than even the greatest humanity could offer. He was larger and stronger, his body was better sculpted and more efficient in every movement he made.

And that was before he even worked the covering off his groin. Kaiser pulled the bodysuit wide before bending over and rolling it down his muscular thighs. He stepped out with his right foot, then his left, and finally came to stand before Adam completely nude.

Kaiser's erection was a deeper red color than his body, though could never be mistaken for black. At least three veins (which were black in color) pressed out of the taught skin of the shaft and efficiently pumped blood to the inflating glans. Although Kaiser's cock was easily the length of Adam's torso, compared to its host, it was not particularly enormous. Of course, in Adam's eyes, that only increased the aesthetic appeal. If the cock had been humongous compared to the rest of Kaiser's body, it would have somehow become unshapely, and a mar on the excellence that was Lord Kaiser Redflame.

"Remove your clothing," Kaiser ordered. He sat down again, though this time positioned himself so Adam was between his legs, flanked on either side by his massive thighs. Dazed, Adam muttered his recognition of the order, and tried unbuttoning his collared shirt. His fingers proved too clumsy for such a task, so he simply gripped the shirt and tore it off his chest. He managed to pry his belt loose and unzip his fly, but as he attempted to step out of his pants, he ended up tripping and falling against the pillar of flesh that was Kaiser's cock.

The sheer warmth of the erection took Adam by surprise. For several moments, he lay there, feeling the heat against his chest filter through his entire body. His arms were on their way to wrapping around the erection when he realized what he was doing, and pushed himself back to his knees.

"It's alright, little one. Come here," Kaiser ordered.

Adam nodded and walked to the erection. When the massive clawed hands wrapped around his chest, he did not resist, and allowed himself to be lifted. He came to sit on the magnificent erection, though only the very tip of the erection could fit between his cheeks.

"You're not serious, are you?" Adam asked.

Kaiser's left hand wrapped around Adam's chest. The other carefully wrapped around his head. The warm smell of the scales was odd; perhaps even a bit sickening, because now it was stuffed into his nostrils. Applying pressure, Kaiser seemed intent on forcing Adam to take the entirety of the shaft, though some part of Adam refused to believe that possibility. That would kill him, after all, and he didn't believe that could be Kaiser's intent. Only when he felt the warm slit pressing softly against his anus did he start to wiggle out of the grip. Kaiser dug his claws into the man's soft flesh to keep him from squirming out of his grip, earning a yap of pain from Adam. "Hey..." he said, "There's no way that's going to fit."

Kaiser pulled his left hand away. His claws remained firmly wedged in Adam's flesh, so as he drew his nails back, he sliced into the man's torso as if it were made of butter. The cuts were so fine; in fact, at first Adam didn't realize he was bleeding. Only when he felt rolls of hot blood dribble over his side did he comprehend he had been cut. When he tried twisting and turning, he only succeeded in opening the wounds further.

"What did you fucking do to me?!" Adam screamed.

The claw that was wrapped around Adam's head tightened. The nail of his pinkie cut through the skin of his neck, opening a deep gash that made Adam go stock still. Steaming blood rolled over his collar bone and mixed with what was soaking into his chest.

Kaiser moved his left hand to Adam's thigh and carefully pulled the leg away from the body, exposing the curve and cleft of his buttocks. Pulling down, he began to drag Adam lower, sinking his spear tip between his taught buttocks. One of Kaiser's fingers inched over Adam's flank until slipping between his butt cheeks, and then pressing right against the flexing anus. The nail stabbed through the tight ring of muscle, and when the nail dragged back, Kaiser cut a large gash through the meat of his hips.

"That should do it," he muttered.

Kaiser pulled the leg from the body with such force; Adam wondered if he intended to yank the appendage clean off. When he pulled the body down, the upper part of the glans sank inside the tight-though-sliced sphincter. Copious bubbles of white were exploding out of the tip of the shaft, washing Adam's insides with the force of a geyser.

Adam felt pain, the likes of which he had never fathomed. The deep gashes that peppered his torso; he could tolerate that. The worse thing about the wounds was the coolness that rushed his spine as frigid air infiltrated his chest cavity. What he could not deal with was the hammering agony that slammed against his tight anus. It was pain the likes of which he had never known before in his life. It was pain as gallon upon gallon of seed rushed through him and stretched the cavity of his bowels. The dragon's seed was like poison on his skin. He felt it burn through him, breaking down whatever barrier his body hoped to erect to stop the rape.

He felt the glans of the cock push against him, but not quite fill his hole. Even stretched and torn as he was, he simply could not handle the erection that was ramming up his ass. Kaiser seemed satisfied with how deep he was, however. Still holding the man's legs apart, he made no further efforts to impale him, and just allowed the splayed rim to clench and squeeze his glans in a delightful way.

Cream continued to flood into Adam's body, and his stomach was starting to show distortion. Although his abdomen had never been extremely chiseled, he had kept in relatively good shape. Now, his stomach swelled forward, and the skin stretched so far, at any moment it could rip. Every wiggle or squirm caused the stomach to shift the contents housed inside.

Adam's head fell back and tears rolled down his eyes. He was past the point of sharp pain. That was replaced with a steady stream of agony that rippled through him. The purrs that vibrated out of Kaiser's throat made his body ripple and groan.

When at last the spurts of cream ejaculated out of Kaiser's slit, Adam passed even the prior threshold of pain. He felt nothing save a horrid fullness as his stomach began to swell further and cream continued to gush into the stretched sack. "No," he managed to whimper as Kaiser casually lifted the body up and down, letting the tight cheeks and stretched anus massage his slick glans.

"Oh yes," Kaiser laughed.

If his stomach tore, or he remained intact through the hideous game, Adam honestly could not tell. He could feel nothing save a pins-and-needles tingle over every inch of skin. He had turned a sickly pale and sweat dripped from every pore of his body. His head bobbed weakly until Kaiser gingerly took hold of it and forced their gaze to meet. Kaiser smiled. That same smile that before enticed him with intrigue was not the visage of...

"Evil," Adam muttered.

"Perhaps," Kaiser said with blithe. "I doubt you will understand, but you should consider yourself lucky. The pain you have felt this day is nothing compared to the agony that shall befall every one of your kin in the coming years. For serving me well, consider this a final act of mercy."

Adam's line of sight moved from Kaiser's glowing, golden eyes to the plump, blood red lips. The lips parted painstakingly slowly, revealing row upon row of sparking white teeth, pink innards, and the shadowed oblivion that lead down the dragon's throat. The tender, ironic care Kaiser showed as he took hold of Adam's head was perhaps the most disturbing thing in the man's mind, if only for a fleeting moment. With the sickly pain focused in his abdomen, and his grim fate lying before him, Adam could only think of one thing: why can't he just kill me quick?

A steaming breath washed over Adam's face, but this time he did not have the strength to wipe the sweat from his brow. His head was gingerly placed inside Kaiser's lips and his cheek came to rest on the dragon's slimy tongue. For a moment, Kaiser suckled gently; savoring the taste of man, and Adam felt his eardrums explode inside his head. A horrid deafness enveloped him. As Kaiser puckered her lips, and slurped Adam up with the ease a toddler could spaghetti, Adam's head was thrust into the darkness of Kaiser's abysmal throat.

Still, mercy was a fleeting mistress for Adam. Robbed of both sight and sound, his body compensated in the most horrid of ways. The smells of dragon assaulted his olfactory sense. Although he wanted to hold his breath, his body would not allow him to, and when he took a deep breath, the air was dominated with the foul acidity of Kaiser's stomach. Although Adam could not see or hear, he could feel every movement Kaiser made in horrid detail. With painful clarity, the muscles of Kaiser's throat squeezed around his arms and shoulders and compressed his ribs until they shattered. He could feel the pound of Kaiser's heart, or hearts, increasing in rhythm as the sexual thrill of what he was doing set in. The only sense that did not betray Adam was taste, as he did not dare open his mouth, even as the weight of the squeezing throat pressed his nostrils tightly shut.

Just as Adam felt his wiggling toes swallowed by the dragon's hungry maw, he felt his face press against a wrinkled star. For a painful moment, he remained trapped inside the dragon's throat. If he had the strength, he would have stretched his arms in one final act of defiance and tried to choke the dragon to death, but he was weak and the throat muscles were tight. Kaiser did not panic, either. A lone finger gently stroked the stretched scales on his throat, massaging just the right spot, and the sphincter to his stomach opened. With nothing to save him, and the gripping muscles mercilessly pushing him down, Adam's broken body splatted into the hip high digestive acids of the dragon.

The stench of acid was all around him, though Adam did not have the strength to pinch his nose. If there was any mercy in this horrid realm Kaiser called his own, it came when Adam's olfactory sense, overwhelmed by the odor, burned itself out. His sense of touch was next. Bathed in acid but already so far past the point of pain, it was mere minutes before the nerve endings on his skin had melted to goo. The rest of his body was soon to follow.

Despite having a full grown man digesting inside his gut, Kaiser's torso showed no signs of distortion as he stepped into the living room of the penthouse. He shivered at the change, moving from the pleasant slice of his realm to this realm, still not quite his. Normally, he conquered realms quickly and efficiently through brute force and power. A conquest had never taken this long. He had to admit, however, there was something fun about breaking spirits through trickery and machinations. There was nothing more satisfying than filling his victims with hope, and watch as it drained from their heart.

There was a subtle beat inside his stomach. Mirthfully, Kaiser patted his stomach back, and laughed with delight at the feel of the man inside sloshing about. "From dust you emerge, and desert you become," he said with a wide grin on his features. "From the rulers of a planet, to the ingredients of a soup. Such is the fate of any realm that catches my gaze."