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A Heavy Burden ((AHB))

Van looked over the room he was going to die in. It was just a simple living room, cleared out of furniture for the moment. A thick soft, blue carpet felt thick and soft between his scaled toes. The room warm and relaxing as he fidgets his tail. It's a strange thought knowing you're going to die. And looking over the camera that will record every little detail of his death makes it a little more thrilling. The yellowish green scaled dragon wondered when his friend would be arriving to do the dirty deed as he looked over the recording equipment.

There was a low rumble of approval from the door, the bulky direwolf having been watching Van for a few moments. He dwarfed the six foot tall dragon by at least two feet. The chubby male grinning as he peered down to the hint of arousal from the dragon who will be his victim. The bigger wolf stepped forward to lean over, nuzzling the dragon with a grin, "so, I suppose this is it for you."

Van looks up at the larger wolf, shivering a little as a big paw is lifted to rub his hips. "Yeah, I... I guess so." He squirmed, fluttering his wings as his heart began to race. He was not going to walk out of here tonight, and that thought makes him tremble with fearful arousal. Watching the direwolf's big feet as he walked over to the camera and turned the equipment on. The direwolf checking to ensure everything was going to get recording as he hummed. Her turned to Van, his tusks gleaming mischievously, "now you have one last chance to leave... otherwise, we're going to start recording, and you know what that means."

Van nodded quietly as he bit his lip, and then began to sit himself down on the floor. Laying himself out as he gulped softly, staring at the massive paws that will end his life tonight. The big feet flexed as the large wolf walked closer, grinning down to the dragon. It's not often he got himself such an exotic partner to play breath games with, as well as a change to go all the way. He lifted up his big foot, flexing the pink pads to press and stroke them across Van's lips. A soft shiver and murmur from Van as the direwolf leaned against a chair to help support himself. Letting the dragon hug and stroke his foot, Van soon worshipping the method of his destruction. The two males quietly panting, both arousals stiff and ready as they started out nice and slow. Taking their time as after all, Van does only get one time to enjoy this.

The direwolf curled his toes, sighing as the dragon begins to lick and suckle upon the dirty toes. Letting a slick, sleek tongue dance and explore, sinking between those thick toes to tease out the musky, sweaty taste. A strange anxiety rushed through Van, knowing that foot will soon take his life away. His lips and tongue working to clean the object of his destruction slowly but surely, making the heavyset wolf moan in delight. The direwolf shifted his weight, drawing the chair he leaned against closer to get settled for what would come next.

There was a low moan as that big paw slid down from Van's lips and pressed gently to his neck. A whimper of lust and a deep breath as Van shivered fearfully. Then that broad paw pushed down, firm and steadily squeezing the throat beneath those plump paw pads. The dragon strained to breath out, but found his throat soon constricted beneath that plump, soft paw. His hands stroked the foot that was choking him even while his chest began to vainly fight for breath. Van shivered and fought his reflex to struggle, trying to relax as he knew his life was soon to be over.

A steady increase of pressure eased down into the dragon's delicate scaled neck. The direwolf leaned forward, tusked grin leering at the dragon who writhed and struggled below him. Van was stroking, nuzzling, worshipping the powerful paw that had come to claim his life. The dragon's arousal oozed his precum, the length jerking in delighted twitches when the direwolf lifted his free foot to wrap toes around the stiff draconic penis. While Van struggled to not fight, just let himself give in to the steady, suffocating pressure upon his throat. He won't have to wait very long and it will be all over for him.

The dragon's light green scales started to darken, especially on his cheeks. His legs kicked against the thick carpet, a steady thumping sound as the dragon started to struggle with the instinctual urges to breath. The direwolf leaned forward, pushing more weight against that crushed throat. His other foot rubbed a steady, firm pumping motion along Van's dripping arousal, teasing it's tip against his soft, plush pawpads. Making Van mouth for air, desperately wanting to moan as he's used as a little toy. Just the bigger male's plaything, watching as his vision started to fade as the asphyxiation set in. His tongue felt so thick and heavy, cheeks all puffy as his body strained to keep him alive. His wings and legs jerked against the floor now, the dragon straining to keep from fighting the paw that was suffocating him.

Van arched and squirmed, unable to hold back any longer. He squeezed and tugged at the foot that was crushing his throat. But unable to pull back the weight, even to nudge it a little with his trembling fingers. His eyes wide, watching spots dance and flicker as his brain felt dizzy with asphyxiation. His cock tensed up, as the hot, fulfilling knowledge that he's going to be dying soon rushed through him. The thought strangely erotic, yet detached, as if watching himself from another part of the room as he his limp tongue drooled down his chin, his fingers uselessly tugging against that strangling paw. Giving in to that deadly embrace as he arched back, kicking the floor with an urgent writhing, hips thrusting desperately into that footpaw masturbating him as he began to squirt his cum onto the toes that pleasure him. The direwolf rumbling as he watches the dragon beneath him spasm and cum, pleasured even as he died.

Van watched his consciousness fade away from his grasp. Hot waves of pleasure and sharp pain rolled through his mind as he watches the room seem to spin away. His last sight was the large male atop him, sporting a massive arousal as the direwolf strangled and killed him. Van tried to cling to life for one more moment as the firm, rough pressure upon his throat finally dragged him down to unconsciousness. Scales dark and puffy, tongue dangling uselessly from his maw. His eyes unfocused as everything went dark, now just a moment away from death now.

The direwolf shivered as he strangles the dragon to unconsciousness, wiggling his sticky, cum slick paw against the chest of the male beneath him who was still clinging to his last bit of life. He pushes the limp dragon over with a careful push of his paws. The male helpless and delicate beneath him as the direwolf got up. Raising that cum slick paw high as the male's chest rose and fell with his weak breaths, barely clinging to life. Then he lowered his foot with a savage strike into the exposed spine of his partner's neck. The unconscious Van spasmed viciously as the delicate bones in his neck crackle and snap. Then the dragon is finally still. Snuffed out by the direwolf's massive weight, and now just a toy for his enjoyment.

And the big fat wolf does claim that enjoyment. Lifting the dead feet of the dragon over his lap as he sat down again. His knot already half swollen, and quickly blooming with the primal knowledge he has ended a life. Pushing those relaxed, limp feet against his knot as he fucked the limp paws quickly and eagerly. Feeling the relaxed, soft scales glide up and down his slimy prick, squeezing the heels against his knot. It only took a few minutes of grinding against those feet in front of the camera, his hands squeezing the slick, relaxed soles of the dragon's feet tight to his knot. He leaned back to howl proudly, proclaiming his pleasure and pride at claiming his latest victim, as he gushed his cum messily upon his own chest and belly. Splattering a ribbon of sticky spunk up onto his cheek as he holds that long, echoing howl of pleasure for all to hear. A few spurts of his seed painting Van's limp, dead feet as well.

Panting for breath as his climax ended, he leans back and sighs. Enjoying the sight of the still dead dragon beneath him. Van's scales all dark with asphyxiation. Neck twisted in a subtle but obvious fashion. Unmoving and limp, and splattered with semen upon his chest and feet. Some of that cum smeared onto the soft carpet as he grinned and licked his tusks, not minding the mess. It was another enjoyable show, although perhaps almost a pity he won't get to play with him again. But there will be others, sooner or later, there will be others. He was quite certain of that fact.