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The lizard came to in a sea of white, his eyes blinking harshly against the strain of light. It took him a moment to adjust, but gradually he got his bearings, lifting himself up into a sitting position in what was essentially nowhere. Chapu turned to look in either direction, but there simply was nothing. No distinguishable features, no perspective on the room he was in. All he could feel was the floor beneath his legs, sitting upon something hard and firm, though as he looked down there was yet again nothing there except blank space.

It was at this point however he realised he was naked. Devoid of any clothing, his bared green hide, scales mottled in shades of moss and olive with black ink running underneath across his body, was exposed to the air. The silver of his piercings seemed to shine in whatever light there was, though if Chapu looked up there was nothing to be seen. He forced himself to clamber to his footpaws, claws scraping across the ground even though there was nothing there, and he stretched his limbs. They felt tired, sluggish, like he'd been lying down for too long, running a paw across the punky Mohawk of black and red, a rub of his temple as he eased away the numbing throb behind his skull,

"Where the hell am I?" He said allowed to himself, though it felt weird, like his jaw hadn't moved or his chest had rumbled in forming the words. He'd simply thought them, and thus they existed aloud. He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular though; just himself in this expanse of white, and it was beginning to unnerve him. Had he gone crazy? Had something in him finally snapped and now he was a prisoner in his own psyche?

"Why no, my dear friend, you're not mad." Something was whispering in Chapu's ear, on instinct whirling around on the spot to find the owner of the salacious voice, "You've merely transcended pleasure..."

"Who's there?!" There was no one behind him, just more empty space that stretched on forever and beyond. The Komodo dragon could feel the panic rising in his chest, uncertainty gripping him like a cold, head paw that dug into his skin. But as he imagined the sensation, it came true, as looked down his towards his gut he could see a black, large paw running its fingers across his body, digging into to the flesh and bearing down upon him. It startled Chapu, the foreign paw appearing from nowhere, as he jumped away, turning round only to find... nothing. Just more empty white space, "What's going on?!"

"You shouldn't concern yourself with such trivial matters, boy," from within the white, something was beginning to unfold, like it was clawing and slashing its way out of the light and bleeding out. Wisps of smoke and darkness poured out from the point of exit as this thing seemed to climb into reality, forcing its way into the world, right before Chapu's eyes, as he stood there rather disbelieving, "Men like you belong on your knees, worrying more about when Master will next use you."

"What the hell are you on about?" The entity was pushing forward now, throwing one of what appeared to be its legs through the gash it was making within the white space, the footpaw thumping hard against the ground. Or rather, Chapu assumed it was a footpaw; there was so little he could make out of this black being, who seemed shrouded in smoke and darkness that billowed about it in a cloak. Two paws with long, talon-like fingers clutched at the edges of the hole and pulled apart the folds, widening the gap so that the rest of its body may pull through, more and more of itself emerging into the same reality Chapu currently stood in until he was entirely through, lifting itself to its towering height and stretching its limbs, like it had taken all its strength to force its way into existence. Behind it, the gap it had clambered through remedied itself, sucking back in its fractured edges until there was nothing left to remind the lizard of the rather dramatic entrance the being had just made.

"I'm talking about your darkest desires, boy. It's what you most crave, is it not?"

Chapu looked this being up and down, trying to comprehend what exactly it was that he was seeing. The shadows made it near impossible to really tell what lay beneath all the darkness, but its form was relatively rudimentary, taking that of the silhouette for any normal individual. But beyond that, there was nothing really remarkable about the being. It was simply a void of a person, a shadow that ought to be connected to something else. The longer he seemed to stare, the more Chapu was certain the being wasn't even there, just a flat rendition of something negated by the world.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Oh come now, it's a waste of time lying to me. I know everything about you." Through the blackness of its face, or rather the lack of one, two garish white orbs emerged, a toothy grin flashing without the fangs, an empty smile amidst the swirling grey of its head, "Why else would I be here? Allow me to introduce myself: I am the Great Lust, deity of pleasure, and I've come to give you a special treat."

The smoke began to clear, the darkness pushing itself out into something physical as it rendered its body. Chapu watch astonished as this creature began to take shape from the shadows, building its form until it staggered towards him, footpaws emerging from the smoky shroud, working up thick, muscled legs, all the way up to a rotund, fat body. Dark, ebony scales that glowered with an onyx hue speckled the creature's skin, only lightening when reaching the torso to which its hide turned paler, a clearer grey, across the chest, navel, and finally crotch. Chapu's gaze glanced downward, if only to satisfy his internal curiosity, as he looked to the entity's groin, seeing a fat pair of balls sitting beneath an even fatter, although at the moment stubby cock. But it was soft, and if anything Chapu knew it was never to judge so quickly when it came to size, as so far the creature was scaling up to be a monstrous beast. Its face slithered out of the darkness, forming a long, narrow snout with rows of nasty fangs all shining a fantastical white, the head tapering up from the jawline to long, winding horns, mottled with age. Wings lunged out from behind the dragon; the inner skin that would have held the creature aloft was a gentle pink, whilst the appendages working of muscles and bone were of the same charcoal black. Eventually, as the final form seemed to take hold, two cold, glassy grey eyes took shape from the white, the pupils glistening as they snapped onto Chapu.

"Who are you?"

"Now, now," the voice tutted, the draconic beast standing before the Komodo dragon speaking in a deep, gruff tone, something that shook within Chapu as he stood there looking up at this vile man, "I've already answered that. Like I said, you ought to concern yourself more with how you're going to serve Master - or rather, me..."

From behind the fat dragon came tangles of black. They resembled tentacles, the only way Chapu could really describe them, as they shot out as if emerging from nowhere, attached to the swine somehow and they were not part of him, just an illusion of the mind. It would have been a thought to run, but the reptile just stood there rather blankly, not quite comprehending what was going on, and only did he seize up with panic when the first 'tentacle' snagged at his ankle, the second quickly following and snatching the other. Any urge to run was now moot as the Komodo dragon was lifted up into the air, his weight pulled out from under him by the tangles which tightened around his limbs, the other two snapping after his wrists. He was held aloft, stretched out in all directions, spread-eagled in the air. There was nothing to be done, no give on either limb as Chapu tried to wriggle and tug at his bindings, but as he suspected it was futile. He was trapped, bound up as this thing's plaything.

"That you are, my boy," the dragon said, eyes glinting with unashamed malice, "Now what to do with you?"

The beast sauntered up to him with claws clattering upon the ground, the tentacles holding him in position whilst the dragon drew near, paws already reaching up to stroke and grope along Chapu's body. He tried to resist, or at least he was convincing himself that he was resisting, but there was nowhere to go. He had to let the fellow reptile smooth and pat over his scales as he roamed about his form, not at all being subtly or sensuous as one might typically expect from a male such as the swine. He was blunt, brash, and practically squeezed and crushed various parts of Chapu's anatomy to have him squirming. He checked out the reptile's cock, wrapping a paw around the sack below and tugging down, the balls squashed within the palm. Attention however quickly turns to Chapu's member, which had been soft until he felt the indelicate fingers wrap around his flesh, thumb rubbing rather harshly across his sensitive head, and slowly an erection was painfully coaxed out of him, all the while his hips frantically trying to buck and move away with what give they had, every jostle irrelevant as the dragon simply held on, letting the reptile wrestle with him until he calmed down once more. All Chapu could feel, reluctantly so, is his cock throbbing hard, his arousal betraying him as it becomes almost a constant ache that's impossible to ignore.

"I believe a certain someone has far darker interests that any mere mortal I've come across," the dragon licked his lips, a forked, devilish tongue whipping out and across his snout, quick enough for Chapu to feel a little uneasy, "So few do I meet that enjoy the pleasures of blood."

Just as the beast finalised the last syllable, Chapu roared out as a sudden pain began to burn at his stomach. He looked down to see the dragon's claws, sharp and long, digging into his flesh, cutting into it with thin lines of blood now sliding down the curve of his gut. Though it wasn't deep to cause any lasting damage thankfully, Chapu was still very much alarmed, struggling now as the dragon brought his paw downwards in an arc, claws slicing into the scales as it went, leaving behind small cuts where his fingers had trailed. The five marks, unmistakably of a paw, were already welting in red, and Chapu was about to scream again before he felt his airways cut off, something coiling around his neck,

"Shush, my little pet, we don't need you waking up the whole neighbourhood." It was a fifth tentacle, snaking around his nape and up to the underside of his muzzle, tightening and constricting his breathes until they were so shallow he feared he might pass out, "But then again, you're going to enjoy this, so what does it matter?"

Chapu moaned, the sound strangled and garbled, as whilst one paw polished the head of his dick against a rough paw, the other was busy scoring all sorts of marks across his skin, leaving the flesh to bleed ever so slightly, enough to cause a disturbing scene, but not so much as to leave the reptile light-headed. It was difficult to really identify which Chapu felt more, the exhilaration of pleasure or the anxiety of pain, though as his mind fogged from the oxygen deprivation it mattered little to him, as it all swirled into one unintelligible mass of euphoric senses, intense and vibrant, burning all under his skin as if every nerve were being electrocuted. But as he tried to scream more, just to relieve all the tension building up within him, the tangle around his neck just kept on tightening, his head eventually to the point where it was beginning to bend upwards from the sheer force, his body thrashing from the instinct to survive. But the dragon, whatever it was, didn't seem intent on stopping any time soon. It just moved to the reptile's balls and began to squeeze them once again, leaving Chapu's cock dribbling with pre, throbbing hard and begging for some decent touch whilst he was cut in to. He couldn't even look down to see what was going on, staring up at an empty white whilst his body was being tortured in such lustful ways. He could even feel himself building up, though the sensation was slight at first, but with each short, sharp breath he could take, with every claw across his hide that left him bleeding, and for the pain that radiated up from the crushing of his sack, it was all somehow doubling over on itself, his brain confused and simply processing it into pleasure. As he struggled to breathe, he could feel his orgasm edging further and further until he was sure there'd be no holding back, and then...

Nothing... just as he was on the brink of unloading his pent up seed, all the pleasure stopped. The tentacle around his neck suddenly evaporated and his body sucked in ragged breath after breath in hungry pants. The paw on his cock was removed, as was the other which had raked across his flesh leaving claw marks all along his green hide. Chapu gasped, frustrated he hadn't been allowed such an amazing climax, but cupped and nursed his wounded body as he could finally inspect the damage. There was nothing threatening, a deeper cut here or there, but all had merely grazed the surface, enough to leave tiny smudges of blood smeared across his scales, those perforated stinging to the touch. His eyes glared up at the draconic demon, almost daring him to answer the question as to what he was doing and why. But there was nothing in return, just an amused, sinister smile with the promise of something darker behind cold, pinprick pupils. The dragon lifted his bloodied paw up to his maw and allowed his tongue to slip out so delicately, lavishing along each talon and finger, sampling the rich crimson drips like a fine wine,

"Delicious, if only we could do this more often. It's so rare that I get to indulge such tastes."

"Fuck... you..." Chapu wheezed, his mind still trying some way of fighting back, even if his body had given in so long ago to the pleasures of pain and torment.

The reptile could feel the tentacles moving him about, his weight sagging in their grasp as he was no longer being held taut within their clutches. He was moved to the floor, still bound and trapped, but now his cheek rested against the cool ground, his body forced into a position where his ass was raised, tail pulled back, and legs outstretched to present his exposed hole to the draconic abomination, as more and more tangles were entwining themselves around his body, manoeuvring him like nothing but a sex ragdoll.

"No, no!" The dragon leaned down close to Chapu's face, eyes foggy and lustful, "That pleasure shall be all mine."

Chapu knew very well what he meant and braced himself for what was to come. He felt rough claws snatching into his skin on his cheeks, his rear held apart by two groping paws as he felt the tip of something touch him just upon his taint. A tentacle ensnared around his muzzle and forced him to turn back to watch, in time for him to actually see what would be entering him and splitting him in half.

Up until now, Chapu had only seen the small glimpse he'd stolen from the moment he'd stood before the entity. Now though, as the dragon was working himself up into an aroused fervour, his member had hardened and filled out immensely. Gone from a small stub, the dragon's meat was as long as his forearm and probably just as thick, with a fat knot at the base and ridged all along the underside. It glistened from spittle and pre, the bizarre golden flesh looking succulent and moist in the pale light, with the tip still drooling a thick string of what had to be pre, only it looked gloopy enough to be actual jizz. Chapu might have screamed at the sheer enormity of what it seemed he was about to take on, but as he tried to bring the air up from his lungs, the tentacle around his mouth clamped shut, and the dragon moved forward, one paw angling his cock down to the lizard's entrance whilst the other held his rump steady. Chapu felt the tip push at his hole, spearing him open as apparently all resistance was gone. The strength of the dragon was enough to let him slide in without a hitch, only to Chapu, he was free to enjoy the searing pain that radiated through his guts as the sudden invader ploughed itself home. The discomfort and agony was enough to have the reptile's eyes rolling in their sockets as his body protested with the utmost rage, trying to buck away from the intruder, trying to expel it with a heave of his muscles. But the dragon was simply more powerful and at a better advantage than the male beneath him. He pushed himself on until Chapu felt that swollen knot press at his hole, the flesh hard and rough, not at all anything like a canine or fellow dragon. He gulped, tears running down his cheeks, as he was pinned to the ground with several hung inches of meat stuffed up his unprepared rear.

The dragon atop him shifted his position, putting his weight onto one leg as he swung the other round. Chapu didn't have a chance to ready himself as he suddenly felt the impact of a heavy slam against his head, claws digging into his face with the sole of a footpaw pressing down onto him. Standing over him, impaled on his ass, the beast pushed down hard, keeping more of his weight resting on Chapu's face than on his free leg, only there now to steady him as he began to pull his cock back. The Komodo dragon groaned, a mix between confused pleasure and absolute pain, grunting as the retreating dick abruptly stopped only to then resume shoving back in. The dragon was fucking his ass with leisurely ease, clearly taking his time as he pulled forwards and back, letting his cock scrape along the lizard's inner walls without so much as a care in the world to his comfort. Though it was horribly demeaning, humiliating to be in such a position where he was the prey to some foul mystic abomination that was slowly and casually just fucking his ass as if it were a toy for his personal use, Chapu couldn't deny it was hot. He could feel his cock throbbing, still painfully hard and desperate for attention, but his paws were being held behind his back, coiled within a tentacle and unable to break free. He was bound in place as the dragon slowly fucked him, moaning contentedly as he reamed the lizard's hole to the point of what would have to be eventual ruin once he pulled completely free. Chapu could feel the spines and ridges plucking along his stretched rim, the flesh engorged, and the sensation of each bump and grind slipping into him, the pressure on his prostate, it was enough to be driving him crazed with intensity, not knowing whether he was truly enjoying it or not, or if his body was simply trying to provide him with what he believed he should be feeling.

With more and more of his weight bearing down on the reptile, Chapu could feel the beast's body pressing onto him, the fat roll of his gut sliding up against the underside of his tail, the heavy sack batting against his own, sharp claws digging into his already marked hide and drawing yet more trickles of blood. He was panting hard, air rushing out of his nostrils, each breath making them flare, as he was rutted into the ground. Every shove that slammed the cock deep into him, sending a blaze up along his spine, his face would grind harder into the ground and into the coarse, filthy, stinking sole that pressed him there. He felt utterly used and degraded, and yet he couldn't get enough of it. He wanted more. He wanted the beast to breed him,

"Oh don't worry boy, that'll be coming soon." There was a menacing chuckle. "Oh, it'll be 'coming' all right."

The words didn't make it to Chapu, as his head was already entering a subspace of its own as he was fucked. He was so close to orgasm, just right up on the edge, but nothing was pushing him over. Everything was stimulating but it just wasn't enough, and he longed for the dragon to hurry up and unload into him so that he might have a chance at his own release. The battering of the knot against his tired ass lips was tantalising though, giving him the hope that it would be coming soon, just as the dragon promised. He could feel the thrusts becoming heavier, faster, and harder as he was putting his full force behind each and every one that rammed into Chapu. Though he couldn't see, he could definitely hear the snorts of a male close to climax, as the beast huffed and growled, slamming that knot into his bruised hole with a strength that probably might have killed the lizard, over and over until the inevitable happened. It was so slick and smooth that he nearly didn't register it, but when the overwhelming sensation of being overly full, stuffed with the entire dragon's length with a knot now plugging his hole, Chapu squirmed as he was tied. It only took a few savage thrusts on top of that before the dragon came, but when he did the Komodo dragon couldn't believe it.

"Yes, my slave! Feel me! Feel me breed you completely and utterly!"

The first shot was hot and heavy, thick and powerful as it flooded into his guts. The second was equally just as immense, and the third and fourth. Chapu was moaning in painful euphoria as his ass was filled to the brim with sticky, wet, virile dragon seed, feeling the sea backing up in his guts, gurgling as it began to seep deeper. But instead of leaking out of his hole like he'd normally expect, it seemed he was tight enough to hold it all in, though it didn't seem like it was by choice. It only dawned on him what was happening when he realised the dragon's orgasm wasn't slowing down or abating, and instead continued to pump load after load of cum into his hole with no end in sight. With nowhere to go but down, Chapu writhed as the flood of seed worked its way into him, his belly bloating, his intestines filling up with the stuff, more and more until his body began complaining, reaching a bursting point, unable to even think he could take anymore as he swore it entered his stomach. Panic was gripping his chest as he took ragged breaths, feeling more and more seed pour into him like a torrent, until he coughed, spluttered, and belched within his maw, the tentacle keeping his muzzle clamped tightly shut, only to then taste something salty and musky upon his tongue. With wide, shocked eyes the unbelievable happened as now his mouth began to swell and fill with dragon seed...

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The lizard came to with a start, lurching up into a sitting position and throwing his covers aside as he gasped for breath. His paw ran up to his neck instinctively, feeling his nape as he panted out, his breath slowly levelling as he realised whatever threat he'd imagined was gone. Had it been a bad dream, to make him wake up in such a state?

Chapu felt something wet and sticky though between his legs, and looking down in the dim light of the early morning, he spotted the damp spot between his thighs, with the potent smell of male seed hanging in the still air. The whole room smelt of sex, although Chapu was alone. It made little sense to him as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, looking about, wondering if he'd actually gone and fucked someone and had just forgotten it in some spontaneous and inexplicable bout of forgetfulness. But no, there was no one to be seen, a small disappointment considering it had been his birthday yesterday. Which only begged the question then what had caused him to both cum in his sleep and wake up panicked?

Though he would have liked an answer, it wasn't worth the hassle. Chapu let his body drop down onto the mattress with a heavy slump, staring up at the ceiling. He could have sworn though something had happened, something... painful. But there was no evidence of anything. The reptile brushed his paws all across his body looking for some kind of damage, cupping the side of his cheek to see if he'd been thrown face-down anywhere, even prodding at his own tail-hole to just make sure he hadn't actually been on the receiving end of a male himself that night. There was nothing, nothing to suggest he'd had a midnight visitor who'd simply up and left the first instant the lizard was asleep, and nothing to suggest Chapu had indulged in some private time to himself with a few naughty toys he'd gotten just the day prior as a birthday treat.

He sighed. It'd just have to remain a mystery, he supposed, as he draped his arms back over his swollen gut and closed his eyes, taking a gulp to swallow back the saliva that had built up in his maw whilst he'd slumbered. As he drifted back to sleep, his final conscious thought before slipping into the embrace of sleep was why the hell his mouth tasted like a bucket load of dragon jizz.