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~The Beastman Mansion~

Part Two: Gregor the Dragon

Written By: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! This Story Contains: Male (Dragon) on Male (Human) Consensual Oral and Anal Sex, Rimming, Spit Play, Size Difference, Cum Inflation, (Soft) Oral Vore, Digestion, and is not suitable for minors.]

As I skim through the catalogue, my eyes land upon a specific page that catches my attention and I find myself quickly scanning over the important parts.

~ Name: Gregor Grynzid ~

~ Species: Dragon ~

~ Age: 431 ~

~ Body Type: Burly ~

~ Height: 3.3 m / 11 f ~

~ Body Weight: 1077 kg / 2376 lb ~

~ Penis Length: 51 cm / 20.1 in ~

~ Penis Girth: 13 cm / 5.1 in ~

~ Testicle Girth: 20.5 cm / 8 in ~

~ Testicle Weight: 4 kg / 8.8 lb ~

Jesus… This guy is quite literally twice my height! And is that age correct?? That kinda seems impossible… And I don't even want to go into how unbelievable the stats for his dick are! If this isn't a typo, then he has a monster cock! How could anyone even take something so big??

Scanning through the rest of his portfolio, there doesn't seem to be much other than eye colour, scale colour, wingspan, and other things regarding what type of anatomy he has. I thought perhaps there'd be a little info on him, maybe something that'd like, I don't know, help me paint a better picture of what type of beastman he is? But I guess that's not exactly going to be important when he's screwing my brains out, huh?

Gulping, I look towards the doorway labelled “Saurian" and have a short moment of doubt about visiting this particular guy, but after glossing over his profile one last time, I steel my nerves, down my drink, and make my way through the doorway with as much confidence as I can muster.

As soon as I step into the hallway, not only does the timer in my pocket beep upon my arrival, but my eyes widen in surprise at how different this passage is.

The hallway ahead of me is about thirty-feet wide, twelve meters high, and made entirely out of smooth concrete. The first thing of note is how militarian it is. Compared to the questionable interior of the “Foyer", this passage is void of anything more than florescent lights adorning the ceiling and an endless amount of metal doors lining its walls. Tracing my hand over the closest doorframe, the door itself looks eerily like a bank vault, making me wonder if they're meant to keep people out, or their inhabitants in…

I'm snapped from my musings as I remember the timer in my pocket, and upon retrieving the golden device and looking at the analogue screen, I see the seconds are already counting down; But I'm in no real hurry. I have eight hours to do whatever I want. I could probably blow my load like, ten times if we get straight into sex, but there's no way I could handle that. Five is the most I've ever ejaculated in one day, and I have no plans on trying to break that record.

I've always preferred to talk first anyway. It's always nice to get to know the guy that's going to rail my ass. When I used to hooked-up with people in the past, I'd always try to get to know them first, because not only does it help with understanding what they want in the bedroom, but it helped me to not feel so cheap, but sadly, most of those guys just wanted a “Hump and dump", and I ended up feeling cheap regardless of how much we spoke beforehand…

Walking down the passageway, I continue to muse over the many unpleasant one-night-stands I've hade and hope that this one doesn't turn out to be the same, but I'm pulled from my thoughts as I reach a door labelled with the room number containing the beastman I've decided to spend my night with.

Oliver: “Alright… Just take it easy and don't make this awkward." I sigh out one last time, but instantly find myself stumped on how to enter the room until I see a keypad beside the door. After another moment of uncertainty, I pull out my golden timer and experimentally wave it across the face of the device, and much to my surprise, jolt as the red light above the door turns green.

The sound of a hydraulic lock clicking is followed by me hesitantly pushing the door open a few inches and then entering in a similar manner. The first thing I notice while standing in the doorway is how different the floor is. Not only is the room much warmer than the cement passageway, but I can practically smell how dark the wooden floor is.

I jolt once again, for as soon as I take two steps into the dark room, the heavy metal door closes behind me and locks with a resounding “Click!". While the notion of not being able to escape does cross my mind, the sight of a secondary keypad on the inside puts my mind at ease enough for me to turn around and take a better look at where I am.

The room is much bigger than I expected it to be. While the space is mostly covered with shifting shadows and has even fewer lights illuminating it than the grungy foyer, I can still tell that it's rather sizable; Much bigger than the many doors lining the hallway outside would have suggested.

The first area I notice is to my far right. There is a cluster of appliances and furniture that are far larger than what I'm accustomed to; All of which make up a small section that seems entirely dedicated as an open spaced kitchen, and judging by the piles of dishes in the sink, is used quite regularly.

The second closest illuminated area is to my left. It appears to be some sort of indoor garden, and much like the kitchen, has oversized tools scattered around a fifty-foot rectangle pit that's filled with many different plants; Some of which are so fragrant that I can smell them from here.

Each of these sections seem oddly placed, not just because they are separated from each other by a good hundred feet or more, but because the areas between each space seem… Eery, spooky in a way that it feels as if the sections between them are somehow distorted by the swathing darkness, out of place in a disassociated way; Almost as if they were somehow separated from reality…

Before I'm able to focus too much on the eldritch feeling welling within in my chest, my eyes land upon a figure sitting in the shadows on the far end of the room. The creature's eyes shine in the dark like a predator hunting in the night, and despite surmising they must belong to the resident of this room, seeing the immobile figure watching me from the darkness is just as unnerving as the sensation I get in my stomach while trying to make sense of the distorted dimensions of the room.

Oliver: “!!!" I jolt in place as the creature watching me from the shadows suddenly stands and starts walking straight towards me! Some deep part of my subconscious urges me to flee at the approach of such a towering figure, but as it draws near, so too do lights start flickering on behind the creature's thudding steps, and once it stands in front of me, enough light illuminates us for me to see that this giant is indeed the beastman I had picked from the catalogue.

Gregor: “Well, well, well~! What have we here~?" His voice is just as rich and as deep as the darkness surrounding us, and booms across the entire room as if spoken through a megaphone! The beastman's timber is powerful and only comparable to the enormity of his bulky frame.

Craning my neck to look up at the eleven-foot dragon, I find all words escaping me. Reading how absolutely monolithic he is did nothing to prepare me for this meeting. While I fully understand that beastmen come in many different shapes and varying sizes, it's not common to meet one that's more than two-and-a-half metres tall, let alone a titan like this guy.

Standing before me is the biggest saurian I've ever seen. Most of his body is covered in smooth maroon scales that are so shiny I could very well mistake them for actual metal, while running down his neck, across his beefy chest, over his rounded belly, and under his arms and tail, are cream-coloured scales that look much softer and remind me of the froth in a strong cup of cappuccino.

His body is just as bulky as his statistics suggested. Gregor has muscular arms, legs thick enough to outweigh my entire body, and pecks so plump they look akin to large sacks of grain. He's wearing nothing more than a dark brown loincloth that leaves very little to the imagination, and if the bulge protruding from the leather is any indication, those stats I read on his genitals were no typo.

Gregor: “Heh, a little shy, are we~? If you can't even speak to me, how do you expect to handle my cock~?" As if reading my mind, the dragon seductively grabs his bulge and jostles it around enough to make not just my face red, but for my breath to hitch as I catch sight of his swaying ballsack.

Oliver: “Ah! S-sorry, I'm just a little… Overwhelmed by how big you are. I mean… I read your page, but seeing you in person is…" Looking up, I find Gregor to be smiling like a true predator. He has really handsome features. While I've never had the pleasure of meeting a dragon before, he reminds me a lot of the saurian's I've met, and if the angular shapes of his cheekbones and jawline weren't already enough to tell me that he is no ordinary lizard, then the wings folded behind his back that hang like a cloak on either side of his tail are more than enough to set him apart from all other beastmen.

Another characteristic that stands out are his horns. Gregor has two thick ivory horns protruding from either side of his forehead, they run backwards and curl inwards ever so slightly. He has similar bone-like spikes jutting out along his jawline, and from the brief glance I got of his incredibly thick tail, must have similar inch thick spines running down his back; They really amplify his already fierce appearance.

Gregor: “Overwhelmed already~?" The large dragon licks his lips and looks me up and down as if I were a snack he plans to devour. While he is undoubtably intimidating by just his sheer size alone, it's the way he looks at me that really causes my stomach to twist and for my legs to tremble.

Looking past his frightening visage, Gregor is actually a very handsome guy. He has masculine features that are similar to a komodo's, a spicey scent that reminds me of bourbon and charred wood, a belly large enough to say that he has a dad bod, and some of the most striking orange eyes that I've ever seen.

While I feel a little awkward to just be standing here while this enormous beastman takes a moment to admire me in turn, my deepest desires come to life at realising that someone as attractive as Gregor is looking at me in such a sexual way, and before I know it, that tinge of fear I had turns into lust.

Gregor: “Listen, kid–" I'm snapped from my thoughts at not just the terse tone he uses, but Gregor steps forward until he's standing right in front of me. The first thing I notice is how much heat he puts off, but between his body radiating so much warmth that I could rightfully mistake him for a furnace, that spicy scent I had smelled a moment ago becomes even more prominent.

With how tall Gregor is, it was already hard to see his face, and now with him all but smooshing my nose into his loincloth, I'm unsure of where to look. Despite how awkward this feels, his words have been nothing but taunting so far, and whether through defiance, or perhaps some part of me that wants to prove to this dragon that I'm not some “Kid", I do my best to look past his protruding stomach and towards Gregor's face, but with how much musk is wafting from his loincloth, I'm having a hard time keeping my focus on his burning eyes.

Gregor: “Are you sure you can even handle all of this~?" Without warning, the dragon's massive hands land upon my back and he pulls me right into his crotch! I flinch in surprise and am instantly smothered with his musky scent. While I had some control over my erection a moment ago, having my face pressed into the contours of what I can now feel is a plump sheath and oversized ballsack, I can't help but moan as a shudder of desire runs through me.

Gregor firmly holds me in place with what I suspect to be a cocky grin. His one hand is large enough to encompass my entire upper back, and with how much heat is radiating from his crotch, it feels as if I'm being smothered by a heated blanket on a hot summer's day.

While having my face shoved into his precum-stained loincloth is perhaps one of the kinkiest things I've done in a long time, I can't deny how nice it feels to simply be close to someone like this again, and not only because of how long it's been since I was intimate with anyone, but because of how badly my last relationship ended. Just being close to Gregor feels so incredibly good that I wouldn't even mind if we spent the rest of the night cuddling…

Gregor: “I won't lie, human. The idea of sticking my cock in someone as small as you makes me so horny that I fear I might just lose my job right here and now if you decide to leave." The dragon's hands sadly leave me as he takes a step back, and while I immediately miss his embrace, I'm brought back to reality as Gregor drops down onto one knee right in front of me. Despite lowering himself to the floor and resting an oversized hand my shoulder, I still have to look up to see his face properly.

Gazing into the dragon's fierce orange eyes, I find they burn like actual furnaces. His gaze gleams as if filled with an untameable fire, one that seeks to consume me whole, yet before I can be devoured by the flames, my focus shifts to Gregor's mouth as he licks his lips and tightens his embrace on my shoulder.

Gregor: “So I'm going to ask again, boy. Are you certain about this? Once I start, I have trouble stopping, and looking at you now… I can confidently say that my cock is at least as long and as your arm~" I don't know how saying something so unbelievable could ever scare a gay man away, if anything, the prospect is as enticing as it is inconceivable.

Oliver: “Y-you're kidding…" The lascivious grin that spreads across his scaly lips only widens as Gregor gently takes one of my arms into his enormous hand and starts making waking motions as if he were jerking off his dick.

Gregor: “Hmm~ Around the same length, sure. Though… The widest part of my shaft is much thicker than your bicep." He squeezes my arm while saying this, deepening my blush so much that it feels as if my face is on fire. Yet despite the embarrassment of having him masturbate my limb like a pseudo-penis, I can't help but look at my left arm hanging limply at my side.

While Gregor continues wank my right arm, I inconspicuously extend the other along my body to see just how deep his cock would be if he could fit it inside of my body, and even before I measure, I already know that it would never work. Perhaps he plans on doing things differently? Maybe frotting or something? I'm not sure if Gregor can tell that I prefer to be on the receiving end or not, but he can't possibly think he will fi–

Gregor: “Oh, I'll make it fit, don't you worry~" I didn't think it possible, but my blush deepens even further as I realise that I've been caught by him.

Oliver: “Th-that… Seems impossible. I mean, we have more than enough time that you could probably stretch me till I could take something as thick as my arm, but you can't exactly stretch my organs." The red dragon releases my arm and smiles broadly, showing off just how sharp his teeth are.

Gregor: “Oh, but I can~! Little known fact about dragons is that our saliva has incredible capabilities. All it'd take is a little spit and your organs will be able to stretch enough to take my entire dick all the way to the hilt~" While self-consciously rubbing the arm he was just wanking, I squint at Gregor is disbelief.

Oliver: “I'm sorry, but that seems just as unlikely. I know dragons can do many things that other beastmen can't, but I can't believe that." Gregor rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue before grinning cheekily.

Gregor: “Don't doubt me, kid~! This ability comes from the same glands in our throat that allow us to breath fire." He must notice that he's caught my attention, because the dragon grins and then nods his head before resting both his arms across his bent knee.

Gregor: “These secretors actually have many uses and are probably best compared to the thyroid. The fluids produced by these glands are still used in modern medicine. Last I heard, Jikken Industries has been offering small fortunes to any dragon willing to donate such liquids for study." Wow, this… Is actually pretty interesting.

Oliver: “Alright, you've caught my attention. I'll believe you for arguments sake if you tell me more about it." I look around for somewhere to sit, and while squinting through the darkness, I think I spot a living room-like area with a TV on the far-right side of the room, but with how large the couch is, it might be a bit awkward for me to sit there.

Gregor: “You the kind that likes to talk before we get to it, huh? What kind of pass you got anyway?" The dragon grunts while following my gaze and then looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I grin cheekily, pull out my golden timer, and watch as his face immediately lights up.

Gregor: “O-oh! Very nice, very nice indeed~ I guess this means you have more than enough time to spare." There is something different in his tone when he says this, something eerily similar to how that coyote's demeanour changed once I paid for the Gold Pass.

Oliver: “Heh, yeah. I guess I do. I kinda prefer to get to know the guy that's going to fuck me. If that's alright with you~?" I wink to show that I've already made my mind up about him whether his claim of being able to stick his entire dick in me is true or not.

Gregor: “Of course~! I look forward to keeping you here for as long as possible~" I return his cocksure smile and raise an eyebrow arrogantly.

Oliver: “Oh~? Confident in your performance then~? You sure you can meet my expectations~?" The large dragon chuckles deeply and gets to his feet.

Gregor: “Let's take a seat before I answer that." Gregor turns to walk back to where I had first seen him, and I quickly catch up. His every step shakes the wooden floor to the point I worry that it might yet crack, and try as I might, I can't seem to pry my eyes from admiring the way his tail swishes side to side. I'm also able to get a proper look at his wings at this angle, and while they are still folded against his upper back, and with how they drag along the floor, I'd wager them to each be around the length of his body.

We arrive at the other end of the room and Gregor sits down in what I can only describe as a sunken pit that's been upholstered to resemble a rounded couch. The space that was once bathed in shadows is now revealed to be some sort of lounging area. It's circular in shape, about nine metres wide, and made entirely out of plush black leather. It's filled with an assortment of different coloured pillows and sunken at least three feet into the ground, sorta making it look like a giant hot tub that someone turned into a dragon-sized couch.

Gregor plops down in the pit and lays his arms along the padded rim before gesturing for me to join him. Despite realising the digitigrade beastman has sharp enough toe claws to rip the leather, I still decide to take my shoes off. After making myself comfortable a few feet from the dragon, I look up at him with a smile and nod for him to continue.

Gregor: “So, both of your questions would lead us back to dragon saliva–" While his deep voice had once scared me, I find Gregor's rich tone to almost be sensual now that I know he's not going to gobble me up. It rumbles in his chest like a purr, holding so much power that it feels as if he could rev his voice like a motorbike and drown out all other sounds if he were to put just a little more force into speaking.

Gregor: “Our saliva has many unique qualities that most would find unbelievable. Firstly, it increases the rate of how quickly a wound is able to heal, and doesn't just contain antibacterial properties, but is also an antiseptic." That kind sounds familiar, not that I ever paid much attention in class, but I think I read something like that before…

Gregor: “Then there are more unusual properties, such as it having the capability to make organic tissue more supple and susceptible to stretching, and if that weren't alluring enough, the process of it altering elasticity causes a wonderful tingle to spread across your flesh~" That last part completely throws me off, and from his cocky expression, it looks like Gregor was counting on it.

Oliver: “Uhm… I don't see how making my skin tingle can be a plus?" I mean… While none of the supposed effects of his saliva seem to have any practical use, tingling skin is normally a bad thing, right?

Gregor: “What about if it were your insides that were coated in my spit, hmm~? Would you still refute it if I were to shove my tongue up your ass and make every inch inside of you tingle with pleasure~?" This guy knows exactly what he's doing, and from how easily he makes me blush, is very good at it. Not that I'm surprised, as anyone that has sex for a living should be good at flirting.

Oliver: “S-so that's all that your fire gland thingy does? I mean, other than help you breathe fire?" Gregor hums contemplatively, puffing out a waft of smoke from his nostrils as if to show off and then smiles before continuing.

Gregor: “They actually affect our entire system. Recent studies have shown that evolution is causing these glands to shrink in newer generations, and it's no coincidence that our features have softened over the years." Wow, this guy is a lot more knowledgeable than I thought he'd be about this subject.

Oliver: “Really?" Gregor smiles in an almost fatherly way, seemingly very pleased that I'm still so interested in this topic.

Gregor: “Of course. How rare are dragon beastmen with wings nowadays? And have you seen the newest hatchlings that spawned this year? Pshaw! Their horns are almost all but gone." Gregor seems very proud about his heritage, which is a very nice quality to have in my opinion.

Oliver: “Do you think you could tell me more about your ancestry? I can't say that I ever learnt anything quite like this in school." Once more, that fatherly smile spreads across his face, only this time, it's much cheekier.

Gregor: “Oh~? I'm not boring you yet? I've been told that I blabber on like an old lizard when I talk about the Glory Years." I chuckle and shaky my head, but this offers me the perfect segue to ask something that's been bothering me.

Oliver: “That's another thing you can tell me. You can't possibly be four-hundred years old, right? You barely look like you've hit your fifties." Gregor chuffs and gives me a handsome smirk.

Gregor: “Flattery will get you everywhere, kid~" He winks, and I swear my heart skips a beat, but unlike the organ inside my chest, the dragon continues without pause.

Gregor: “Would it surprise you to hear that I'm part of a very old bloodline? Broods from clans like mine can live for a full millennium if we're lucky! Though… I can't say the same for the newer generations, even when they're spawned from pureblood clans." His nostrils flare and I watch as a puff of smoke escapes them through and indignant huff.

Gregor: “You see? This is exactly what I'm talking about. Dragons are becoming smaller, weaker , and falling from all that we once stood for. Soon enough, we'll stop breathing fire all together and become classified as nothing more than a simple “Reptile"!" While he isn't exactly shouting, Gregor has gotten pretty worked up, enough to leave me feeling stunned by his outburst. This is obviously a much more sensitive subject that he had let on earlier.

Oliver: “Heh, your very passionate about this. With how articulated you talk about your heritage, I could almost mistake you for a professor." My efforts to lighten the mood have an immediate effect, for the sullen expression on Gregor's face lights up just like I hoped it would. The dragon straightens in his seat and smiles wryly while eyeing me up and down.

Gregor: “Then it won't surprise you to hear that I was once a teacher, huh~?" I immediately find my arrogant smile faltering.

Oliver: “Huh…?" Gregor chuckles heartily while slapping his belly. His laugh is by far one of the most pleasant things that I've heard all day.

Gregor: “I used to be a teacher more than three hundred years ago–" Gregor leans back into the cushions and idly scratches his chest while reminiscing.

Gregor: “It was during the end of the Glory Years. I taught history at the capitol in Dransarioux, but as you know, the Dragon Empire grew far too greedy all those years ago, leading to their eventual downfall." Despite the tone of his voice, I can see the nostalgia gleaming in his eyes.

I silently curse myself for bringing the mood down yet again. Of course Gregor comes from Dransarioux! I should have realised this when I read his age! Urg! Why is my mind so intent on ruining the mood? Is it tyring to cock block me!?

Oliver: “W-well… I would have loved to have you as my professor~" I'm not sure if my delivery was far too shaky to be believable, or if I should have chosen to change the subject entirely, but as Gregor's orange gaze lands upon me, I'm relieved to see a smirk spread across his lips.

Gregor: “Oh~? Have a thing for your professors bending you over their desks and fucking your brains out~?" I chuckle in relief and wink at the dragon.

Oliver: “With how long you claim your dick to be, I wouldn't be surprised if someone died a very happy person while being impaled by it~" Despite the dark humour, Gregor still chuckles.

Gregor: “Damn right! Even with the help of my spit, I could probably irrevocably stretch a small enough person's body to the point that they would become nothing but a cock sleeve~" I… Can honestly see that happening. Hell, Gregor is big enough that he could very well swallow the poor fella as an after-sex snack if he really wanted.

Oliver: “So, do you think its only evolution causing this deterioration? Isn't there anything that can be done? You mentioned Jikken Industries earlier, maybe they have a solution?" Despite being nervous about returning to this topic, I'm fully invested, and judging from the smile donning his lips, Gregor is more than happy to continue.

Gregor: “Well… I personally think that all of this is tied not just to evolution, but through abandoning our “Olde Rites"." I'm about to ask him what that is, but my confused expression must be more than enough to inform Gregor that I have no idea what that is.

Gregor: “Basically… It's the way we used to do things before the Abolition." Right… I guess that makes sense. The entire would went through a massive change when the Dragon Empire was destroyed, and as a result, the leaders from every nation had gathered after the End War and spent the next year compiling new laws to replace the ones set by our dragon overlords; Ones that have led to the world living in peace for the last three hundred years.

While I'm not entirely sure what these “Olde Rites" involve, I do know that dragons stopped practicing many things that weren't even dangerous, all because the International Government of Earth deemed their ways “Unsafe".

Gregor: “Despite the fact that most of our traditions are now considered illegal, there are still a few who practice the Olde Rites in secret. And I mean… There have been many cases against the IGE for unfairly banning our most basic of traditions, but all of those amendment requests ended long before they even reached the courts…" Gregor looks off to the side with a contemplative expression and sighs before turning to me with a sullen gaze.

Gregor: “I guess we've just become complacent. Our empire falling broke our spirits in more than one way, kid. I don't think we'll ever be able to properly regain our pride…" Something in me snaps. I'm not sure if it's because my brain seems intent on cock blocking me and ruining this whole night by making Gregor sad, or if perhaps it's from seeing someone as powerful as this dragon act meek, but I can't stop my outburst.

Oliver: “Well fuck that! Everyone knows that the IGE went too far with how they punished you guys! I mean, it's not like all of you agreed with how the Dragon Empire did things!" Gregor's eyes widen in surprise, and despite his shocked expression, I can't control the words pouring from my lips.

Oliver: “Maybe you just need to set an example and show everyone that it's not too late?? If the younger generation sees you fighting to keep the Olde Rites alive, I'm sure they'll rally to your cause!" I'm still not one hundred percent sure what these Olde Rites entail, but I'm certain it's harmless enough that Gregor won't get himself in trouble for practicing them, or at least, have enough resolve to keep trying to take the issue to court until they hear him out.

Oliver: “If it's something you feel so strongly about, fight for it! Show the world that while the Dragon Empire was destroyed, your people won't allow their culture to disappear!" I realise faaar too late that I've become more worked up over this than I meant to become, because Gregor is looking at me as if I've lost my mind. Yet before I can try to apologise for getting so spirited about something that doesn't even involve me, something I have absolutely no information on, the dragon bursts into raucous laughter!

Gregor: “Bwahahaha! You're just as passionate as me! Heh, I like that about you, kid~" Gregor leans over and ruffles my hair as if I were an actual kid and causes me to awkwardly chuckle in response. Well, I mean, with how big of a size difference there is between us, I'm sure if an outsider were to see us right now, they wouldn't believe that I'm here for sex.

I'm snapped from my thoughts as Gregor pulls a bottle out from between one of the pillows and takes a large gulp from it while seemingly thinking over my words. I'm not sure what's inside the purple decanter, but it smells like vodka. The dragon must have seen me looking, because he side eyes me as he pulls the bottle from his lips and offers me some.

Gregor: “Want a slug?" I nod without thinking much about it and take the oversized flagon from him. It's big enough to contain at least five litres, but thankfully is half empty, though, I still struggle to raise it to my lips. I gulp down a sip of the clear liquid and immediately regret it.

Oliver: “!!!" I start coughing like a teenager taking his first hit from a bong and half throw the bottle back into the chuckling dragon's hands.

Gregor: “Too strong for you, huh~?" Gregor takes a few more glugs of what literally tasted like petrol before grinning like a true devil. I'm not sure what's in there, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was some type of mega alcohol.

Gregor: “Heh, don't feel bad, kid. Just a few sips is more than enough to get the fattest of bears drunk~" Yip. He confirms my suspicions without the slightest of concerns for what drinking it would do to someone as small as me.

Oliver: “Th-then why the hell did you offer it to me!?" I gape at the dragon, wracking my brain for the consequences of what drinking mega alcohol will do to a human, but the smirk Gregor wears takes my full attention.

Gregor: “A final drink…" The dragon's voice falls utterly dark, rumbling like a lion ready to pounce, and with how wickedly his fiery gaze lands upon me, it almost feels like Gregor is about to murder me…

A prey-like instinct spikes my blood and I start thinking that coming here might have been the biggest mistake of my life, yet before I can fully succumb to despair and run for the door, Gregor licks his licks and eyes me off seductively while continuing in a much less threatening tone.

Gregor: “–Before things get wild~" He takes one last chug of the alcohol before standing up and untying his loincloth. The flimsy underwear didn't hide much before, and with how easily it falls from his hips, Gregor is soon stood before me in all of his glory.

While I had some semblance of an ego a few moments ago, any confidence I once held, any misplaced fear I had felt, it all slips from me as soon as his underwear falls to the floor. I can do nothing but gape in awe as the eleven-foot dragon towers over me with an arrogant smirk while flexing his wings.

If revealing his plump sheath and pendulous ballsack weren't already enough to fill my face with blush, then watching Gregor slide a hand across his shapely belly and shamelessly fondling his bulge, going so far as to stick a clawed finger inside his sheath and swirl it around, is more than enough to make me flush with more heat than the alcohol warmed me with.

I didn't think my face could become any warmer, but the erotic display happens so fast and with so little warning that I can't stop myself from looking away in embarrassment; Something the dragon seems to take pleasure in, because he chuckles as if flustering me was his goal all along.

Before I'm able to recover, two giant hands slide along either side of my ribcage, firmly grip me beneath my armpits, and then hoist me from the ground in one swift motion! My arms flail and hands scramble to find purchase as I watch the dragon bring me face to face with his lecherous expression.

Holding onto Gregor's muscular arms for dear life, I try not to let the feeling of being suspended mid-air get to me, but my legs have this uncontrollable urge to pull up. Making me feel even more like a feral cat he just snatched from the floor is how large his hands are. They wrap all the way around my torso and really put into perspective how big of a size difference there is between us.

Oliver: “Wh-what are you doing…?" Being this close to Gregor's face gives me more than just the opportunity to appreciate how chiselled and handsome his features are, but seeing his eyes this close really shows me just how much they glimmer and glow, almost as if there really is fire burning within them.

I part my lips, perhaps to tell the dragon to put me down, or simply to reiterate my previous question, but before my words can even properly form, Gregor pulls me forward and kisses me!

The unexpected feeling of his warm lips locking with mine initially sends a jolt of surprise across my skin that both makes me stiffen and grunt in alarm, but I find myself melting into the sensation of his kiss faster than my muscles can relax. The feeling of Gregor's large face smooshed against mine is beyond anything I could have ever imaged from being smooched by someone as oversized as him, and with how tender the dragon kisses me, I become utter putty in his hands before the first moan can even resonate in my throat.

While I'm not usually someone who makes out with any of my hook-ups, as I personally consider kissing to be something far too emotional to be shared between people who will never see each other again, something about Gregor is different… I'm not sure if it's the talk we had earlier, or perhaps because some part of me is more than happy to submit to such a strong dragon, but I find myself relishing in the feeling of him stealing a kiss from me.

While I'm no stranger to making out with beastmen, it's a little difficult with how large Gregor's snout is. His muzzle alone is wider than my face, hell, his entire head is bigger than my torso! So it's not surprising that he's being really careful with how he kisses me, and I'm not sure if its passion taking over my actions, or that I don't want Gregor to hold back anymore, but I part my lips and welcome him to deepen our embrace; Something the dragon has no problems with reciprocating.

However, where lust should have risen, I am instead met with shock, for as soon as Gregor parts his lips and kisses me deeper, my entire chin slips into his mouth! I quickly pull away and look at him with wide eyes, but as I blink in surprise, the dragon simply laughs as I hastily wipe the spit from my chin.

Gregor: “Hehe, woops~ Sorry, kid. It's kinda hard kissing someone so small." Despite the fright still prickling my skin, I smile and nod in understanding.

Oliver: “Hehe, i-it's alright. You're actually pretty good at it~" Gregor raises a brow seductively before trailing his gaze down my body.

Gregor: “How about we get you out of these clothes, hmm~?" Before I can even nod, the dragon starts removing my pants without putting me down. It's… Kinda unnerving to have someone pick you up as if you weighed nothing, more so to have them hold you with a single hand and undress you.

Gregor doesn't have any intentions to waste time with formalities, because he slides my shorts off in the same motion that he pulls my boxers down, causing my cock to slap against my stomach and for a sheepish chuckle to escape my lips. Even if I wanted to be modest right now, there is no real way to hide my dick while hanging in his grasp like this.

Gregor: “Hmm~ That's what I'm talking about~!" He licks his lips while ogling my half naked form, and I invertedly find my own eyes wondering along his body in turn. My gaze instantly lands upon the bright red tip of his cock emerging from his sheath. Not only is it tapered, but I can make out the first of the ridges lining its underside.

Oliver: “ Umph!" My captivation with his dick is sadly cut short, because without warning, Gregor roughly plonks me onto the ground!

Gregor: “Oh shit! A-are you alright??" The dragon quickly crouches down and cradles my head as his gaze worriedly dance across my face. While my first reaction is to chuckle and make some joke about how he's going to kill me if he's not careful, I quickly find myself mesmerised by the intense colour of Gregor's orange eyes.

With how he's hunched over on one knee while holding my head in the palm of his hand, the dragon is surrounding me completely. His body is more than enough to cover me thrice over, and with him holding me so intimately, that same passionate feeling I felt when we kiss sparks between us like a flame come to life. Gregor must feel the same way, because a lecherous grin spreads across his lips as a hungry look awakens in his eyes.

Gregor: “This is your last chance to hightail it out of here, kid. Once I start, I will not be able to stop myself." I gulp at hearing how serious his tone is, and with his enormous body hovering over me, I seriously reconsider if this is a good idea or not, but looking down at Gregor's gigantic penis as it continues to emerge from his sheath, the sight of his cock alone makes up my mind for me.

I cup the dragon's snout with both hands and gently plant a fleeting kiss on his lips before smiling while brushing my thumbs across his scaly cheeks.

Oliver: “I'm sure. Just… Be gentle?" The oversized beastman laughs and returns my affections by kissing my forehead.

Gregor: “I'm going to try, boy, I'm going to try~" Gregor moves to kneel on both knees, and with just as little warning as before, removes the last article of my clothing. I do my best to raise my arms so that he doesn't rip my shirt, but I hardly have any say in what is going on, less so when Gregor wraps a large hand around my midsection.

I'm more prepared this time to be manhandled by someone more than twice my height, but nothing can detract from the feeling of how powerless it makes me feel to be so effortlessly plucked from the ground. I wonder if this is how my cat feels when I pick him up for cuddles?

Gregor suddenly flips me around and lays my body across the palm of his hand with my legs and arms spilling out either side of his scaly grip! I stiffen at the abrupt motions, but with my chest and stomach cupped in his palm and his fingers gently curled around my back, I feel more than stable enough to not worry about falling, even as he slowly raises me towards his face.

While I do my best to suppress the thought of feeling like a hotdog he were about to eat in the most seductive way possible, it's a hard image to supress when I feel the dragon's hot breath washing over my butt cheeks.

I'm not given much of a chance to become accustomed to the sensation of laying in the palm of his giant hand, because Gregor's warm breath washing over my ass is the only warning I get before something hot and slippery slithers between my cheeks and penetrates my pucker!

I gasp and my body stiffens at the sudden invasion, but with the warm air washing over my back and the feeling of Gregor's soft lips pressed against my rear, the tentacle-like object wriggling its way into my depths is quickly identifiable as his tongue.

The dragon behind me pops his slippery appendage through my clenched sphincter and digs into me without remorse. My lips part in a breathless gasp at the alarming feeling of someone's tongue slithering past my anal ring and deeper into me, but at the same time, an unbelievably submissive sensation washes over me so powerfully that every muscle in my body melts into the feeling of the wet organ wriggling its way inside.

As soon as my anal sphincter loosens, not only does Gregor push even deeper into me, but a whorish moan escapes my lips. The sensation of his slippery tongue worming deeper into my rectum fills me with such an unknown kind of pleasure that I can't rightfully compare it to anything.

Most of my hook-ups have been pretty impersonal, and so I've never exactly had the chance to be rimmed before, but as I lay in the dragon's hand and feel him exploring my depths with his tongue, I start to understand the difference between meeting strangers for sex and paying someone to fuck you.

There is a stark contrast between having a hard dick throb in my ass and feeling Gregor's slippery snake lap at my anal walls, as not only is his tongue thicker and hotter than most cocks I've ever taken, but it's so flexible that it feels as if a tentacle is squirming inside of me.

My mind washes over in a dizzying type of pleasure. Every brush of his tongue fills me with such an intense euphoria that it leaves me paralysed with ecstasy. I never knew a rim job would feel so good, but as he bathes my insides in his hot saliva, I cures myself for turning down all those guys who asked to eat me out.

With my body spilling from Gregor's palm and cheeks spread between his broad snout, I hang my head over his hand and look towards the dragon behind me. I see his chin bobbing with each brush it makes against my ballsack and almost become hypnotised by the movements of his throat as he laps every inch of my insides. I moan loudly while watching Gregor hungrily plunder my depths and feel my cock throb against his hand when he wraps his lips around my cheeks and closes all distance between us.

The dragon takes my lustful moans as incentive to delve even deeper, and despite his tongue stretching my sphincter wider than any dick I've ever taken, a shudder of pleasure runs through me alongside the pain of being spread open by such a thick organ.

Gregor's tongue is very hot. While his body feels like a living furnace, the slippery snake buried in my ass is so warm that it feels as if he might actually be singing my insides! But this doesn't detract from my pleasure in any way, in actual fact, I think the searing heat of his tongue is the very reason behind why I feel so overcome with euphoria. I almost feel mindless with each brush he makes against my anal walls, and when the dragon bears down on my prostate, it quite literally feels as if my soul will leave my body.

I'm not the only one making a noise at this point, because Gregor is moaning into my ass as if lapping it were as pleasurable to him as it is for me, and with each thundering rumble of his voice vibrating through my bones, his growling helps to amplify the already mind-numbing sensation of being rimmed.

Seeing this large dragon behind me, being manhandled as if I weighed nothing, and feeling his hot tongue digging its way into my deepest reaches, I start to feel this weird prey-like sensation within my chest. Despite having willingly agreed to sleep with Gregor, it almost feels like I have no say over what happens next; As if I've been caught by a hungry predator, and that no matter how much I struggle, nothing will prevent him from having his way with me.

Having Gregor dominate me like this awakens my submissive behaviour in such a way that it feels as if his tongue just flipped a switch in me. I give into the hot appendage sliding through my sphincter and submit completely to any desire he could have, and it's in this moment where I feel the tip of the dragon's slippery snake breach my colon and wriggle its way where no tongue has ever been.

I'm not sure if I've taken every inch Gregor he has to offer or not, but he seems to understand just how painfully wide he is stretching my asshole, because once his tongue is able to flicker inside the curve of my colon, the dragon starts twisting and wriggling his tongue as if he were trying to unscrew a cork!

I instantly lose all control of my voice. My mind washes over in white as Gregor starts to tongue fuck me so passionately that every time he bottoms out, my legs spasm and waves of goosebumps thrash across my skin so powerfully that it actually hurts. I'm assaulted by a breathless kind of pleasure that drowns me in an untamed ecstasy that not only causes my vision to blur, but for my mind to wash clean of any thought other than the tongue pounding my ass.

Between my whorish moaning and brief moments where I consider that this is already better than any sex I've ever had in my life, I become aware of a strange feeling inside of me. At first, I thought it was just my insides warming up because of how hot Gregor's tongue is, but with each repetitive lap, each incessant squelching thrust, not only do I start to feel all tingly inside, but I feel as every muscle of my rectum relaxes and stretches wider to accommodate the dragon's thick tongue.

Gregor starts making more drawn-out motions when my once frightfully tight hold around his tongue loosens. The dragon pulls out until only the tip of it is piercing my sphincter and then thrusts it all the way back in with one powerful motion! Slowly but surely using not just the force of his thrusts to push even deeper inside of me, but taking full advantage of my submittance.

The feeling is too much for me to process properly and I quickly become overwhelmed by every sensation he fills me with. Despite it feeling as if Gregor's tongue is sapping my strength with every thrust and scrambling my brains with every twist, my body craves to feel him even deeper, and without much control of my actions, my legs wrap as far around Gregor's face as possible and try to pull him as close as possible.

I've always loved sleeping with beastmen for not only how much larger they are than humans, but for how different their cocks are to mine. And while I thought that nothing could ever feel better than the sensation of having a knot popping into my anal ring and locking me in place, having Gregor's tendril-like tongue lodged in my ass is far more incredible than any dick I've taken.

I feel my insides become looser with each stroke of his tongue, each lap against my trembling walls, and with each spurt of spit that squelches from my sopping with sphincter. Despite my mind being washed over with so much pleasure that I quite literally feel catatonic, I begin to understand that this is the effects of dragon saliva, and that while I had once thought it impossible, with how deep inside of me I can feel his tongue wriggling, and how impossibly wide my anal ring is stretched, I start believing the dragon's claim of being able to bury his twenty inch cock inside of me.

I'm so overwhelmed with pleasure that it feels like I might just cum with the next brush he makes against my prostate, but before I can be pushed over the edge, a final quiver runs from the top of my head to the very ends of my toes when Gregor pulls the entirety of his tongue from my depths in one slick and abrupt motion. While I instantly feel empty and assaulted by a longing to have his warmth fill me once again, I fall so limp into the dragon's grip that I become just as exhausted as I would after an intense orgasm.

I'm disorientated and quite literally feel like I'm about to pass out, but as the dragon raises me into an upright position and brings us face to face, I regain some semblance of focus when I see the blurry images of his orange eyes locking with mine. What surprises me is not that his chin is dripping with saliva, or that my asshole isn't still gaping wide open, but it's the glazed look on Gregor's face. I'm not certain if it's the alcohol or his lust making him look so drunk, but he appears just as overcome with desire as I feel.

Gregor: “D-damn~ You taste so fucking great that I could rim you till your timer buzzes~" Gregor licks the spit dripping from his chin as if to help validate his claim, and while I felt his tongue squirming impossibly deep inside of me, seeing just how long it is as he traces it across his muzzle is a surprising sight.

Oliver: “Th-that was am-mazing." I'm barely able to huff that out. Despite only lying in his hand and letting the dragon do all of the work, I feel exhausted as if we've been fucking for hours. Gregor must understand how I feel from more than just my stuttered words, because he grins mischievously.

Gregor: “ So! Do you finally believe me about dragon saliva yet, or do I need to give you another example~?" I chuckle weakly and pat his arm as I take a few more breathes and try to regain my strength.

Oliver: “A-as much as I'd like to deny it just so that you can continue riming me, I'm afraid I m-might pass out from pleasure if you do that again." My legs sway side to side as Gregor laughs heartily, but when his amusement dies and his eyes land upon me, a lecherous smile is quick to spread across his lips.

Gregor: “Have you ever deepthroated before?" The question is a bit abrupt, but considering we didn't exactly discuss what type of sex I'm looking to get out of him, I guess I shouldn't be that surprised.

Oliver: “Uhm… I-I'm not all that experienced when it comes to sex. I mean… I've been with a few people, but it was more about blowing them off or having a quick fuck." As fun as hooking-up with a complete stranger can be, it doesn't exactly leave much room for experimenting ,especially when you have sex in a dirty toilet stall…

Oliver: “A-and the last guy I dated was kinda vanilla. He wasn't really interested in anything… Different." I feel a little sad thinking about that asshole again, especially since the whole reason I came here was to forget him, but thankfully, Gregor doesn't allow me to dwell on him.

Gregor: “Well then~ Are you up for something new and interesting~? Or have you only come here to have “Vanilla sex"~?" Despite being mocked in one of the worst impersonations I've ever heard, I can't help but chuckle.

Oliver: “Heh, what did you have in mind?" Gregor lays me on the ground with much more consideration than earlier and climbs on top of me. He completely surrounds me with his enormity by resting both his arms and legs on either side of my body and really puts into prospective just how big of a size difference there is between us.

Gregor: “Well… It might sound a bit disgusting, so I'll understand if you refuse." With Gregor hovering over me like this, and how submissive he made me feel by tongue fucking my ass, I would probably consent to anything he suggests, but I still chuckle while teasingly brushing my hands over his plump stomach as it hangs between us.

Oliver: “This has something to do with your magical spit, doesn't it~?" Gregor seems to like the feeling of my hands running across the soft scales on his belly, because he closes his eyes and leans into my touch while humming.

Gregor: “Hmm~ You're a smart one, I'm really going to miss you…" The dragon lowers his head and presses his snout into my hair before inhaling deeply. While Gregor appears to be firm all over, packed with so much muscle that it bulges out from beneath his scales, his stomach is comparatively soft. It's big enough that it jiggles while he crouches over me, but still firm to the point that I can feel the power hidden beneath his fat.

Gregor: “Unless… You come back?" He draws my attention by nuzzling my face and then planting a soft kiss on my neck before looking deeply into my eyes with a charming smile.

Oliver: “Heh, I might be so inclined~ I'm having a lot fun with you after all, but what's this idea you have?" Gregor pulls back enough for me to see his whole face, and despite wanting to continue touching his strangely alluring belly, I instead move to trace my hands along the bulging muscles of his arms, finding his red scales to be much harder than the cream-coloured ones.

Gregor: “It involves you swallowing wads of my saliva." Instantly, that lustful air lingering between us dissipates enough for me to snap out of my daze.

Oliver: “Wait… What?" Despite how confidently the dragon had asked if I am willing to swallow his spit, he sheepishly looks to the side as if he were reconsidering such a proposal.

Gregor: “Well… You already understand how amazing dragon saliva is, don't you?" I clench my asshole to assure that it isn't gaping wide open in the same way it had been stretched the very first time I ever took David's knot and nod.

Oliver: “My insides feel… Tingly. It's strange, but kinda nice." There is nothing I can rightfully compare the sensation to. It feels ticklish in the same way that sherbet does on my tongue, but also warm like VapoRub sinking into my skin, and I can't even begin to put into words how weirdly elastic my anal ring is. While I have some experience stretching with toys, this feels completely different. There is no lingering discomfort or a sense of emptiness. Everything feels firm and in place, yet… Ready to expand at a moment's notice.

Gregor: “Heh, just wait till it's my spunk filling your bowls~" Gregor nuzzles my face and begins to lick my neck, and what had started out as a playful giggle, quickly turns into a pleasured moan as the dragon's hot tongue runs across my skin.

As I shift my attention to Gregor's meaty chest and start groping his sandbag-like pictorials, the dragon lays his forearms beside my face and planks over me. His warm breath washes over my skin and sends goosebumps across my flesh before his wide snout pushes my head to the side and buries itself in the crook of my neck. I instantly becoming lost in the pleasure of Gregor peppering my skin with kisses and relish in every lash his tongue makes across me.

I'm on the verge of forgetting about our conversation at the orgasmic feeling of him pressing into me, so much so that I have a powerful urge to just wrap my legs around his waist and tell the dragon to take me right now, but I'm jolted from these thoughts as Gregor suddenly bites down on my neck and causes a sharp yelp of surprise to escape my lips!

Gregor: “Shit! Shit! A-are you alright!?" He abruptly shoots up into a kneeling position, slips one hand behind my back and another beneath my head, before lifting me from the floor and sliding me onto his lap. With my legs spread on either side of Gregor's corpulent belly and hanging over his trunk-like thighs, I blink in surprise at how quickly he moved, yet before I can reassure the dragon that I'm alright, he continues with the same panicked tone.

Oliver: “H-here, let me lick it clean." While I'm all for hickies and honestly don't mind my partners being a little rough, I'm not able to protest as the dragon lays me down so gently that I feel as if I were his bride and he is about to deflowered me.

Gregor: “Don't worry, dragon spit is antibacterial, and it'll help you heal faster too." Gregor carefully climbs back on top of me, and with how worried he looks, you'd think that he just betrayed my trust in the worst way possible.

Gregor: “S-sorry about biting you so hard, I got a little… Carried away. It's just… You're so fucking hot that I forgot I need to be careful with you~" I blush at the compliment, but before words can leave my lips, the dragon presses his snout against my neck and starts licking. It stings enough that I can tell he has indeed punctured my skin, but I doubt it's as bad as he makes it out to be.

Gregor licks my flesh long enough for me to enjoying the texture of his soft tongue bathing my skin in spit, but his tender approach quickly transforms into a more incessant nibbling. I'm immediately worried that he's lost control again, but between my concern, I notice something feels very different. Where his teeth had once prickled my skin with every love bite, it now feels… Gummy?

Thankfully, the dragon pulls back before he can bite me again, and as he hovers overhead, I'm pleasantly surprised to feel that any pain I had is now gone.

Oliver: “Why'd that feel so different than before?" Gregor replies only through a broad smile, and while I'd normally enjoy such a cheeky response, my eyes widen as I notice that all of his teeth are gone!

Oliver: “W-where are your teeth!?" While retaining his smile, Gregor winks before his razor-sharp fangs suddenly pop out from his gums!

Gregor: “Another trick most dragons don't even realise they have~" Gregor opens his maw a little wider to show off all of his pearly whites and then pops his teeth in and out of his gums a few times before returning to that charming smile he wears so well.

Oliver: “Huh, that's… Weird. I mean, I don't really see how that'd be useful. Is there a reason for it?" It's brief, but the dragon's grin faulters for the shortest of moments before returning full force.

Gregor: “So, think you're up for some deepthroat action~?" Despite wanting to ask more about this strange ability, I decide to let it go and look between our bodies. While my erection has slightly deflated, Gregor's cock is still rock-hard, and with him crouched over me like this, his dripping wet penis is currently laying across my belly.

The dragon's dick is similar in many ways to a saurian's. It's tapered at the tip and cones out into a much thicker shaft like all lizard cocks, which in turn makes it perfect for penetration, but as his penis twitches and spits out a gooey string of precum, I catch sight of the rounded nubs lining the underside of his shaft. They appear to run in a straight line along the underbelly of his penis, are about as big as grapes, are spaced a few centimetres apart, and must feel absolutely heavenly when rubbing against someone's insides.

The dragon's cock is not just ridiculously big, measuring at a full twenty inches, about as thin as three of my fingers at the tip, and girthier than my bicep at the base, but it's also far redder than Gregor's scales. I'm not sure if it's the scarlet shade of his dick that makes it so alluring, or perhaps the spicy aroma wafting from it that's drawing me in, but finally having a chance to properly admire his penis has me wanting nothing more than to feel him pound this slab of meat as deep into my body as possible.

Oliver: “There's… N-no way that's possible." As much as my asshole can attest to the capabilities of his saliva, having Gregor shove this monstrous thing down my throat seems far more dangerous than him entering my back end.

Gregor: “Well, I didn't exactly have a proper chance to finish explaining myself before I became distracted by your flesh, now did I~?" I chuckle as I return my gaze to his orange eyes and shrug playfully.

Gregor: “So, not only will my spit make your body elastic enough to take my girth, but the enzymes produced within my fire glands also have the added effect of imitating oxygen." My surprised expression must be enough to display my incredulity, because Gregor rolls his eyes as if jaded by my disbelief.

Gregor: “Before you go off on another tangent, this is an evolutionary trait. Feral dragons used to spend hundreds of years slumbering underwater, and as a result, developed the ability to stay beneath the surface for unbelievable amounts of time." That… Somehow makes sense, I guess?

Oliver: “So… Does it like, slow down your heart so you don't need to breath, or something?" Gregor chuffs and puffs out his chest.

Gregor: “More so that it replaces the need for oxygen entirely~" While he's been modest regarding most things, Gregor is very proud when he speaks about his lineage. Not that I'm complaining, it honestly makes him even sexier~

Oliver: “Wow… So it's always there? I mean… You rimmed me, so does that mean I no longer need to breathe?" The dragon smirks but shakes his head.

Gregor: “No. The glands only produce this enzyme when I think about going under water, so it's relatively easy to activate. Though… I should probably warn you that it tastes much stronger than normal spit."

Oliver: “So… You're basically saying that not only will my mouth be able to stretch around your cock, but I won't run out of oxygen in the process?" That cocky grin of his widens as Gregor nods.

Gregor: “That's exactly it~ The effects will only last a few hours for you, but as a dragon, these glands are constantly producing this chemical while we're submerged." I keep finding myself a little speechless whenever Gregor explains these things as if they were the most natural abilities on earth. I mean, I know it's a huge stereotype that most dragons have a superiority complex, which is mostly due to them being the only anthropomorphs to evolve with wings, but hearing about all of these abilities kinda makes me understand why the dragons thought themselves to be better than all other living beings.

Oliver: “Dragon beastmen are amazing… I mean, I always knew you guys were incredible from everything that happened during the End War, but when you talk about these things, it makes me wonder how the IGE ever stood a chance." Gregor chuckles weakly and shrugs his shoulder.

Gregor: “While I agree with you, I do wish that the clans were able to see reason before the fall of our empire… But that's not important right now–" A fierce hunger suddenly fills Gregor's eyes, and he looks down at me as if I were something for him to devour.

Gregor: “You still haven't answered my question~" I gulp under his intense gaze, and despite my hesitation, find myself nodding along.

Oliver: “Err… Sh-sure? I mean, it still seems impossible. Even if I felt how wide my asshole stretched around your tongue, I'm still having trouble believing it will be enough to accommodate your dick–" Looking down at the red cock pulsing between us, I gulp and return my gaze to Gregor's face.

Oliver: “B-but I'm willing to try." The dragon smirks and shows off all of his teeth before retracting them; A sight that still kinda freaks me out.

Gregor: “I should warn you that my dick will be inside your stomach when we do this, which means I could possibly hurt you by stretching it too far, so if I become too forceful, just punch me so that I know to calm down, alright?"

Oliver: “Wait, what??" I thought the whole reason for him using his spit would be to make this not just possible, but safe. However, hearing Gregor give me this warning renews my previous hesitation.

Gregor: “I can still hurt you. My dick will be poking the inside of your stomach, which means I could potentially rip a hole through it, so just give me a few thwacks if I become too aggressive, okay? Heck, squeeze my nuts if you have too!" The dragon must see my concern, because he looks away from me with an apprehensive expression and sighs tiredly.

Gregor: “It's just… I sometimes get too into it, and sorta lose track of my surroundings, you know? And when that happens, I kinda do whatever feels right, whatever feels natural, and disregard everything else. So just punch me, okay?" I blink in surprise at hearing not just the concern in his tone, but how earnest he's being.

Gregor returns his eyes to me and I look deeply into them, almost able to feel the surety behind his gaze. I might be a little scared after that waning, but the dragon seems to know what he's doing, and while I have a bad track record for trusting people I shouldn't, I rub my hands along his bulky chest while nodding.

Gregor's expression abruptly changes from a reserved frown to one of the cockiest smiles I have ever seen. While he remains hovering over me with his arms on either side of my head and his knees trapping my legs, the dragon raises his snout towards the ceiling and I curiously watch as his throat starts to bob. At first, it's a subtle noise, almost as if he were clearing his throat, but after two seconds, Gregor is practically growling. I can't deny the sound is a little scary, but there is also something about it that turns me on more than I think it should.

I become a little too enthralled with watching the hulking dragon bobbing his throat and supposedly “Activating" his fire glands, because when he suddenly leans down and locks our lips together, I'm surprised by not just by the abrupt kiss, but am instantly revolted as he forces a huge glob of warm and slimy saliva straight into my mouth!

My initial reaction is to turn my face away and spit it out, for not only is his gob far more viscous than I had expected, but I didn't exactly think this through properly! He's basically asking me to swallow down his mucus! Which is like… Fucking gross!

I try to turn my head and spit out the slime swirling in my mouth, but I'm held firmly in place by the dragon's large hands. Not only does Gregor move to cup my face and keep me looking straight into his eyes, but his lips perfectly seal my mouth shut.

I try to voice my disapproval through a distressed grunt to let Gregor know that I'm no longer alright with this, but he spits out another globule of what rightfully feels like warmed up honey! While that visual should be enough to make this less revolting, the taste is anything but sweet. In all honesty, the texture makes it feel like runny snot.

Gregor's enzyme enriched saliva tastes like something mixed between charred meat, fermented mushrooms, and runny egg whites. Its unbearably wretched flavour is only matched by the gooey, snot-like texture; Something I definitely have no intentions of swallowing.

I start pleading with my eyes for the dragon to stop, but with my mouth now filled to the brim with his warm spit and his lips sealing mine shut, there is nothing I can do. Making matters worse is that Gregor's snout is so wide that he's smooshing my nose closed and hindering my ability to breath!

Despite my pleading and the obvious panicked sounds I'm making, Gregor doesn't budge an inch; He holds me firmly in place and his eyes all but command me to swallow his saliva. As much as his assertive behaviour is a big turn on for me, I seriously wish I had thought about this before I agreed.

With no other option but to obey him, I reluctantly gulp down the viscous spit filling my mouth and quite literally gag as soon as it runs down my throat. The dragon's gob clings to my oesophagus like uncured jelly and makes every cough I hack sound like I have pneumonia.

Gregor finally pulls back once he hears me gulp down his disgusting mucus and then proceeds to press our foreheads together while tenderly caressing my cheeks with his thumbs as I continue to supress the urge to vomit.

Gregor: “Sorry about that, kid. I know it's not exactly the nicest of tastes, but I did warn you." Gregor chuckles as if amused by my repulsion before he pulls back and watches me carefully while I try to catch my breath.

Oliver: “God… Th-that was so gross!" While I'm still struggling to contain my gag reflex, I notice a strangely familiar aftertaste lingering in my mouth. Gregor's saliva is bitter to the point that it feels like I've just run my tongue through a sweaty guy's armpit, and is so musky that it makes me recall the time I broke into my coach's locker and sniffed his dirty jockstrap. I'm torn between liking it and asking Gregor for a slug of his alcohol to wash away the taste.

While I'm distracted by the masculine flavour I can't quite decide if I like or not, my attention quickly snaps above me when Gregor starts making that same throaty growl as before while building up mucus in his mouth.

Oliver: “W-wait–!" Before I can stop him, my protests turn to gargled words as Gregor forces even more saliva into my mouth than before! Despite my throat clenching upon feeling the syrupy spit filling my mouth, the dragon forces so much into me that I have no choice but to swallow or suffocate!

Unlike before, Gregor doesn't pull away after I gulp down his viscous spit, instead, he proceeds to force a continuous stream of mucus straight into my mouth! It's warm like drinking a hot cup of eggnog, but sticky like gulping down honey, and despite my best efforts to swallow it fast enough that I don't taste its wretched flavour, his saliva fills my mouth so quickly that the repulsive taste hits me like the strong smell of pulling back your duvet the morning after a heavy night of sex.

That charred meat, egg whites, sour-like-I'm-drinking-rotten-milk flavour hits me hard and I feel my gag reflex activate, but the dragon hulking over me doesn't allow my body to have such a natural reaction, for he continues to force his warm mucus into my mouth and somehow pushes straight past my retching.

Before the need for oxygen can burn my chest, Gregor pulls back and I watch as long tendrils of spit stretches between our lips. The aftertaste hits me as he wipes the saliva from his snout, and before I'm able to question why I'm not coughing for breath, gagging from the horrid taste, or even before I can consider telling him off for forcing me to drink down that disgusting stuff, my stomach gurgles so loudly, and so violently, that not only do I hear it, but I feel it rattle and roil.

Oliver: “Wh-what the hell??" My guts grumble as if I haven't eaten for days, and judging by the smug look donning Gregor's face, this is a completely normal reaction for my body to have.

Gregor: “Heh, now you have a dragon's power inside of you on both ends~" I move to respond, but another loud gurgle has me pause. The feeling of my stomach shaking is not only frightening because of how powerfully it rattles, but it literally sounds like I'm about to shit myself. I briefly consider that I might be having an adverse reaction, but after a few more seconds where I lay perfectly still, my guts settle down and that uneasy feeling disappears.

Oliver: “So… D-does this mean I can breathe fire now~?" I don't know why I said that. Perhaps to try make the situation feel less awkward? But either way, Gregor laughs all the same.

Gregor: “Hehe, no, but that would be something, wouldn't it~? The most this enriched saliva will do to you is ensure that you won't feel the cold for a few days." It's kinda hard to tell if I feel warmer yet or not, because not only does Gregor put off an incredible amount of body heat, but no matter how disgusting the act was, I'm shamefully aroused from him dominating me like that.

Oliver: “Heh, the more you tell me about dragons, the more magical you guys sound~" I'm not normally this suave, and I'm not sure if Gregor is only doing his job by laughing at my teasing or if he's just more subjectable to my dry sense of humour, but it does make me feel good that he's so receptive to it.

Gregor: “Oh, but we are magical in more than one way~" The oversized beastman nuzzles my neck and I can't help but gasp a little.

Gregor: “Ready for the next part, kid~?" I open my mouth to respond with another slick reply, but my jaw is so loose that if feels as if it's about to fall off my face! I quickly clench my teeth and speak through barely parted lips.

Oliver: “Wh-what the fuck!?" Gregor pulls back from nuzzling at my neck and looks at me with a concerned expression for a moment before his eyes light up.

Gregor: “Oh? Have your muscles relaxed already? Huh, you must be pretty receptive to chemicals for my spit to have worked so quickly…" I nod in agreement, not just because he's spot on, but I don't want to risk talking; Too terrified that if I do, my jaw might literally dislocate.

Gregor: “Heh, you don't have to keep holding your face like that, boy. Nothing's going to fall out of place. I promise there are no downsides to this. Go ahead, try to speak normally." Despite my hesitance, I remove my hands from my face and allow his reassurance to guide me.

Oliver: “Th-this feels freaking crazy…" The first syllable comes out funny, and I have to quickly correct myself as my mouth opens abnormally wide, but after focusing on how I move my jaw, I find no problems with speaking.

Gregor: “Wait till I shove this beast down your throat, then you can tell me how crazy it feels~" He emphasises this by humping his arm-length cock along my stomach. It's throbbing and leaking wads of precum across my skin, and despite the musky smell drawing me in, I can't deny how intimidating his dick is.

Before I'm able to respond, Gregor sits up properly, and much to my dismay, climbs from my lap and then nods his head down at me.

Gregor: “Let me help you." Before I can nod my consent, the dragon scoops me up like a pancake and twirls my body around till I'm lying flat on my back in both of his hands with my face practically smooshed into his belly. The motions are abrupt, but far more careful than before, and just as gently, Gregor lays me down on the outer rim of his sitting area and assures that my neck is comfortably cradled by the back rest with my head hanging over the edge.

While my body lays stretched out along the wooden floor, my head is cradled by the plush leather and draped over the couch in a perfect position to be facefucked. Despite having sucked off enough guys that I no longer choke when giving head, most of which were either in smelly toilet stalls or in the front seat of their cars, I've never actually deepthroated someone…

Before I'm able to worry that I might be too inexperienced to do something so extreme that it's only comparable to deepthroating a feral horse, I'm snapped from my thoughts as Gregor kneels behind my head and gets into position.

With the help of the sitting area being sunken about three feet into the ground and the dragon kneeling behind me, he's almost at the perfect height to align his rock-hard cock with my mouth, and with this position he's laid me in, Gregor looks even more intimidating than before. While I had a pretty good look at the dragon's junk earlier, seeing it from this angle is much more daunting.

Gregor's penis is beyond monstrous and would look more at home on a stallion than on a saurian, but if I were to gauge it against how large he is, it actually looks perfectly natural, perhaps even a little shorter than what would be considered average for his height, but like all guys with a beefy bodies and muscle guts, it's thick and covered in throbbing veins.

Despite understanding how much easier this should be now that Gregor's magical spit is swimming around my belly, the prospect of taking him into my mouth still feels scary. His scarlet penis is dripping copious amounts of precum and pulsing as if it were very pleased to have me in such a submissive position, and despite how mouth-watering the sight of his spongey flesh is, I couldn't feel more apprehensive than I do right now…

While I was practically lured here by the prospect of how huge Gregor is, I feel extremely conflicted now that things are becoming serious. A sense of dread starts to replace my lust as the dragon stetches his wings behind his back and starts aligning himself with my lips. Would Gregor understand if I were to tell him I changed my mind? It's not too late to back out, right?

My thoughts are cut short as the dragon moves to cradle my head between his enormous hands, and before I can find the courage to speak, he traces his thumbs across my face, hooks his claws in the corners of my lips, and parts them in the very same motion of slipping his tapered tip into my mouth!

My body stiffens as Gregor's dripping penis slides along my tongue and lodges itself between my lips faster than I can understand what's going on. Like all beastmen with sheaths, Gregor's dick is slick with warm precum from both within his body and from what he spits out of his urethra, and as he pushes into my mouth, so too does he smear these salty fluids along my lips in the same motion of painting my tongue.

Much like his scales, the dragon's penis is very warm, so much so in fact that it feels as if it's searing my taste buds! What's not surprising is how his pointed head helps guide the way for the rest of his enormity. I feel as Gregor's tapered tip breach my throat and begins sliding into my oesophagus, but after swallowing what I gauge to be at least two inches, not only do my lips start stretching around his shaft, but the dragon finally meets some resistance.

I instantly have this “I told you so" thought pop into my head, but before I can push against his thighs and tell Gregor that this probably won't work, he humps forward and a loud “ Crack!" shoots through my face and allows the dragon to sink even deeper into my throat! My eyes widen as I anticipate the pain of what I can only guess was my jaw being dislocated, but as Gregor sinks into my oesophagus and forces my lips to stretch even wider, no pain greets me...

Gregor: “Fuuuuck~ That's it! Suck it down, boy~" I quite literally feel my throat bulging as Gregor shoves his penis into me. The sensation of his girth pulsing inside of my neck seems to drown out all other senses, for I feel every inch stretching my jaw wider, every vein rubbing against the fleshy walls of my throat, and every pulse that squirts out globs of precum to help the dragon glide more smoothly down my gullet.

While part of me is still worried that Gregor might have broken my jaw, the lack of pain keeps me subdued enough to lay perfectly still, and instead of freaking out and pushing him off, I try to quell the panic and instead focus on the feeling of his hot penis sliding into my body where no dick has ever been.

I've always liked sucking cock. Whether it's because of the fleshy taste or perhaps the associated dominance of servicing someone in such a submissive way, I just really enjoy giving blowjobs; So much so that I don't even need to get off to feel satisfied; Something my ex definitely took advantage of…

I'm ripped from my distracted thoughts as Gregor's warm nuts press into my forehead and his rounded belly rubs against my chin. My eyes widen as I stare at his cream scaled testicles and realisation finally strikes me. I'm immediately unsure if I should feel proud or panicked to have such an enormous penis stuffed down my throat, but I can't deny how arousing the feeling is.

Gregor grunts and moves his hands till they rest across my chest and shoulders, seemingly taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of my flesh wrapped around his enormity. I myself try to wrap my head around the idea that I've currently got a penis as long and as thick as my arm shoved down my oesophagus, and even though his ballsack is squished against my face, I still can't believe it.

I kinda feel like one of those guys in the animated porn videos I usually watch, the ones where the tops have oversized dicks as big as their bodies and the bottoms have no internal organs to stop such an insertion.

While I'm pretty comfortable lying along the padded length of Gregor's “Couch", and no part of my body really feels restricted, it doesn't exactly feel like I can move properly. The stiff dick shoved down my gullet is so hard that it feels as if my body is wrapped around it like a sock, or perhaps an undersized condom. My oesophagus feels stretched to its limit, so much so that I swear I can feel his cock pressing into my spine! And while I feel no pain, there is a slight discomfort emanating from my stomach…

Gregor: “Fuck. You took it all~ If you could see what I'm looking at right now, you wouldn't believe it." Gregor chuckles and his testicles pull up as he laughs, wrinkling against my face and dropping as he continues.

Gregor: “My cock is so perfectly outlined along your body that I can practically see it throbbing in your stomach~" As he says this, the dragon traces his clawed fingers over my chest before teasingly squeezing my midsection before returning his grip to either of my shoulders.

Despite still being caught somewhere between disbelief and a sense of lustful accomplishment, I carefully raise my hands and gently guide one towards my neck while placing the other over my belly.

Oliver: “…" Gregor wasn't joking, his dick is bulging through my skin! And other than the frightful sensation of his penis stretching my body in a way that it never should be stretched, there is something wildly erotic about it~

Gently running my fingers along the indentation of his dick, it pulses inside of my neck and expands my skin. I start to feel a little giddy, as something about having his cock throb in my oesophagus makes this feel real for me. I've swallowed his entire dick without a single gag, without a moment of pain, and without much resistance.

With my hands still tracing over Gregor's bulging girth, he gently pulls back and I feel as not just every wet inch of his penis scrapes against my insides, but as each grape sized nub pops free from my lips one after the other.

Once only his head remains lodged in my throat, Gregor eases his dick back into my body until his sopping wet sheath kisses my overly stretched lips and smears more of his viscous precum across my face. I've seen enough videos to know that even the most experienced of pornstars are privy to choking, but as Gregor thrusts into me with a little more force than before, I don't even feel a tickle, let alone the urge to cough.

It's in this moment where the dragon finds a steady pace that I become aware that I don't need to breathe. I mean, the urge to inhale is still there, especially each time he pulls out, but otherwise, I feel fine. It's a little strange to have the desire to breathe, yet not feel lightheaded in the same way that I would while holding my breath underwater. The sensation is hard to describe, it almost feels like when you're full but still crave something to eat; Satisfied, yet still longing. Perhaps it's just the motion of breathing my body misses?

The large beastman picks up his pace to the point that his monumental nuts start slapping my forehead with enough force for it to sting. This feeling is amplified by Gregor's moaning. He was definitely holding himself back at first, but with each hump, the dragon gets more and more into the motions.

Looking past my nose and the thick red cock sliding in and out of my mouth, I can't see much more than Gregor's corpulent belly above me. If the feeling of his enormous dick gliding back and forth inside of me wasn't already enough of a turn on, then seeing the gigantic dragon towering above me is more than enough to make me as rock-hard as the penis buried in my gullet.

While the taste of the dragon's nauseating spit still lingers on my tongue, the flavour of Gregor's penis is starting to overwhelm it. The salty, and very masculine flavour of his precum is leaking from not just the tip of his cock and coating my insides, but his sheath is dripping just as heavily, and with the dragon now bottoming out with every squelching thrust, these viscous fluids are splattering across my face and dripping down my skin.

With Gregor's hands wrapped around my ribs and his fingers curled behind my back, his hefty balls slap my forehead with every powerful thrust; Slowly but surely building up towards a violent pace. I never knew being facefucked could be such a delightful feeling, but every time he bottoms out and slams his scaly sheath against my lips, it almost feels as good as if he were inside of my ass~

A sudden and very sharp pain inside of my stomach pulls me from my pleasure. For a moment, I'm a little confused as to what it could be, but I quickly realise that Gregor must be shoving his cock so deep inside of me that he's poking the inside of my belly and stretching it more than it's able to!

I frantically, and very awkwardly, start patting the dragon's thighs in an effort to let him know that he's hurting me, but instead of slowing down, his pace increases! Gregor's balls roughly slap my face and blind me through more than just the unbearably sharp ache radiating from my gut.

Amidst his frantic thrusting and the pain causing tears to spill from my eyes, I suddenly recall what the dragon told me to do, and with an even more awkward motion, I punch backwards with all the force I can muster and hit his belly!

Gregor's mad pace instantly stops, and for a moment, I think I might have to punch him again, but he wretches his penis from my gullet with such an abrupt motion that it quite literally feels as if the suction of his dick draws part of my stomach into my oesophagus!

The dragon stumbles back, and despite being freed from his shadow, I remain frozen in place. My throat is still gaping wide and feels very empty without his hot dick lodged in my flesh. For a moment, it feels like my body might yet remain stretched like this forever, but I soon begin to feel my oesophagus slowly tightening and pulling back into place. It's an extremely bizarre feeling, but once my lips close and my jaw clicks back into place, I gently inhale my first real breath.

It's certainly one of the weirdest feelings that I've ever felt in my life, but as I lay motionlessly, wriggling my jaw and making a few experimental swallows, all of which taste like nut juice, nothing seems to be out of place and that sharp pain in my stomach has vanished completely.

Gregor: Fuck, a-are you alright? Did I… Hurt you?" My movements must have snapped him out of his fright, because when I look up, I find Gregor to be wearing a mortified expression. I'm still a little fearful to move, so I do my best to nod in this position and then smile to try calm him.

Oliver: “A-a little bit, but I'm okay, don't worry." I breathe out one last sigh and decide to get up, but before I can, Gregor rushes to my side, scoops me up into his arms, and then turns to sit down before very gently laying my in his lap with his burly arms wrapped around my front.

Gregor: “A-alright then…" Despite sounding unconvinced that I'm entirely unharmed, Gregor hugs me tightly against his belly as if to comfort me, but uses so much strength that he forces a surprised squeak from my lips!

Gregor: “Was that… A squeak?" I chuckle and do my best to wipe the precum from my face before leaning in his warm embrace. While I love fucking, being cuddled like this has always been my one of my favourite parts. Though… With the hot dick running up my back, covered in both his gooey precum and my own saliva, it makes it hard to forget that neither of us have gotten off yet.

Oliver: “Heh, if you squeeze me till the air leaves my lungs, of course I'm going to squeak." Gregor instantly loosens his grip till his arms are barely caging me in, almost as if he were scared that simply holding me could bring me harm.

Gregor: “S-sorry…" Looking up, I find that Gregor still appears very guilty, and as much as I appreciate the concern, he didn't exactly hurt me enough to warrant such a sheepish expression.

Oliver: “Hey. Stop apologising and get back to work~ You think I'm paying for you to sit around and mope like a sad sack~?" I nuzzle my wet cheek against his stomach while run my hands up and down his arms, and instantly draw an amused chuckle from Gregor.

Gregor: “Heh, feisty little thing, aren't you?" I squeeze his scaly forearms and put on the smuggest grin I can muster.

Oliver: “After being proven wrong about deepthroating you, I'm excited to see how well you fit inside my other hole~" The dick running halfway up my back throbs at my words, seemingly just as exited at the prospect.

Before I can make any more cocky remarks, the dragon picks me up, spins me around, and then raises me above his belly in one fluid motion! I'm a little disoriented from the quick movements, but seeing the devious gleam in Gregor's eyes, feeling his grip around my midsection tighten, and then watching as he aligns his tapered tip beneath me, I smile and give the dragon one last nod of consent.

The dragon's pointed head finds my pucker without much trouble, piercing it and sinking in about an inch before it meets any real resistance. I bite my lip and feel my asshole clench around his wet tip, surprised at how easily it slipped inside, and thankful that Gregor is in control enough to know that he can't just impale me without any consequences.

With his towering pole of meat keeping me in place, and my legs hanging on either side of his gut, the dragon wraps both of his hands around my body and looks deeply into my eyes; Wordlessly keeping my gaze locked with his.

With his cock piercing my anal ring and throbbing with desire, I can feel my entrance becoming wet from the precum he leaks into me, yet before my eyes can travel down to look between our bodies, Gregor grunts and clenches his fingers, making sure that I'm looking deeply into his orange eyes right before he starts pushing me down upon his spongey dick!

My lips part in a breathless moan as his cock stretches me open, but no sound escapes my lips as I remain trapped within his assertive gaze. With the coned shape of Gregor's draconic dick, a full inch of his wet penis slides into me without much resistance, and as the first nub lining his shaft slips through my clenched sphincter, so too does the first growl leave Gregor's lips.

The dragon's girth is unbelievable, and feeling each centimetre glide in has me marvel at how I could ever have wrapped my lips around it. Squeezing my eyes shut and finally breaking Gregor's fierce gaze that was making the insertion that much more intense, I feel as my anal ring slowly stretches to accommodate his beer-can-like girth, and while I initially think that I won't have any problems taking him to the hilt, my hole starts to tighten around the thicker parts of his dick until Gregor just can't push anymore inside.

I'm breathing so heavily that my entire body trembles with each exhale, and despite feeling like I've got at least three inches of his stiff cock lodged inside of me, there is no pain or the associated discomfort from being penetrated. While I had prepared myself before driving out here, the first insertion always hurts no matter what, and despite his penis stretching me wider than most dicks I've taken, I feel nothing but slightly breathless.

Gregor must realise how difficult it is for someone as small as me to take something as girthy as his penis, because he leans forwards and gently starts to pepper my neck with kisses. While my legs have stiffened to the point that I'm actually pressing my feet into his stomach, in what could rightfully be seen as an effort to stop the dragon from thrusting into me, I ease into the tender sensation of his lips upon my skin and the feeling of his thumbs tracing over my stomach as I try to become accustomed to his enormity.

Taking deep and measured breathes, my chest slowly stops rattling in the same motion that my limbs quit trembling. I can practically feel myself relaxing with the aid of his touch and through the sensation of his hot breath tickling my neck, and after a couple seconds where only our breathing fills the room, my clenched pucker finally loosens and allows his spongy dick to slip deeper inside.

Gregor guides both of my arms towards his chest before very carefully shifting his hold beneath my thighs. The dragon looks at me as if to assure that I'm still doing alright before experimentally spreading my legs till they can't stretch anymore, and with my body leaned forward, both of his hands wrapped firmly around the bottom of my thighs, and one last look to assure that I'm okay, Gregor gently allows gravity to guide his cock deeper into my ass.

I've never been the most limber person around, but I think a combination of the foreplay and Gregor's spit is helping me to relax, because as I steady myself by pressing my fingers into his oversized pecks and tracing over where his nipples should be, my legs spread wide enough for me to do the splits. Despite how effortlessly Gregor's penis is now sliding into me, I'm very grateful that he has experience with fucking smaller guys, because he could by all means destroy my hole if he weren't being so careful.

While the dragon's dick felt incredibly hot inside of my throat, and those first three inches he stuffed up my arse felt so good as he rubbed against my prostate that I thought I was about to cum on the spot, that feeling of breathlessness has yet to fade and has taken over most of my concentration. My body feels like it's on the verge of hyperventilating, or perhaps even passing out, and with each centimetre he gently pushes into me, I feel like my asshole is going to be ripped in two! But I do my best to relax and breathe as steadily as possible while Gregor slowly but surely sheathes more of his pride into my body.

The dragon gets at least another three inches into me before he meets resistance again. He stops, and as his cock pulses inside of me, I realise he must have reached my colon, for not only does my rectum feel completely stuffed with his searing hot shaft, but there is a slight twinge of pain; One I suspect comes from his pointed head piercing my intestines. But just like before, all it takes is a few soft kisses along my neck and for Gregor to caresses my legs for a few moments before I feel his tapered tip slipping through the curve in my rectum and gliding deeper into the tighter sections of my body.

While The dragon holds my legs apart and peppers my skin with kisses, I move to wrap my arms around his body and bury my face into his scales, half muffling my moans as I feel inch after inch gliding more easily into me than before. I'm not sure if I'm stretching so easily because of the previous rimming, or if it has something to do with the precum I can feel his cock spurting out into my depths, but my anal sphincter feels stretched to its very limits.

Not only is the searing warmth of Gregor's cock a first for me, but each bump lining his urethra is something I've never experienced before. I've stretched around bulging canine knots, felt feline spines scraping my insides, and even had sex with a shark who had a hemipenis, but these nubs decorating Gregor's cock are sensational beyond anything else~ My eyes roll back into my skull with each caress they make along my fleshy walls, and I all but melt as another pops past my anal ring.

My decent suddenly stops, and no amount of thrusting from below or pushing from above seems to allow Gregor's penis to sink any deeper. The dragon grunts and pulls his snout from my neck, and as he does, I look between us and am utterly shocked to see that he's only inserted half of his dick into me!

I briefly consider that this might not work, as getting half of his prick inside my ass has honestly taken a lot of out me, but Gregor's hands return to my waist and he gently pulls me off of his cock just as easily as he had inserted it.

Despite the pleasure his dick had brought me, and the blissful sensation of each bump slipping free from my depths, I feel slightly relieved to not have my insides stretch so completely around his fleshy rod, but before I can finish sighing out my relief, my world is spun around!

I flail as the dragon twists my entire body until my ass is aimed upwards and my face is pressed into his slopping wet cock! It's a very unsettling feeling to be manhandled like this, especially with so little warning, but I'm not able to worry about the dizziness for long, because a large snout suddenly parts my ass cheeks and Gregor wastes no time in diving in!

I moan without restraint as the dragon's tongue spears my sphincter and wriggles into my depths, bathing me in his saliva and caressing my anal walls with just as much pleasure as his cock had. That warm tingling feeling is quick to return, even stronger than the first time he rimmed me, and despite how tired I feel, I find myself bucking into his muzzle in an effort to urge him deeper, but Gregor sadly pulls his slippery snake from my depths before I can truly enjoy it.

I'm huffing and puffing with my arms dangling overhead, feeling half abused as he forces all these sensations upon me without a single word, but as I hear him building up gob into his maw, I realise what his plan is. The dragon locks his scaly lips around my slightly stretched pucker and starts forcing his spit into me.

It's… A weird feeling, to feel wads of viscous mucus being spat out into my rectum, but that tingle I felt with just his tongue is soon replaced by a much hotter sensation, one that instantly makes my insides shake in the same way that my stomach had, yet before I can even think of returning the favour by servicing his cock while he holds me upside-down, my entire body jolts as a hollow feeling rushes through me, and all of a sudden, I feel the warm saliva filling my rectum suddenly drain out into my bowels!

I gasp at the distressing sensation that quite literally feels like a drain being unclogged, but before my intestines can stop rattling, the dragon's lips part from my ass, he flips me around as if I were a vinyl record, and then wraps one hand around my waist while the other grips my right thigh. I quickly latch onto Gregor's chest, feeling like I've gotten a bit of whiplash from the abrupt motion, yet before the dizziness even has a chance to dissipate, his pointed tip suddenly spears my hole!

Everything's happening too quickly for me, and I'm not sure if I'm feeling nauseous or panicked by how rushed he's acting, but I don't have a chance to voice this as Gregor starts pushing me down onto his cock! With the aid of his saliva coating my depths and his penis already sopping wet from how much precum he's leaking, I feel nub after nub pop inside my rectum as inch after inch seamlessly glides into me without pause.

I'm once again breathlessly gasping, eyes wide as I feel the dragon's enormous cock slip into my depths much faster than it had before, and without much surprise, reaches the girthier part I had trouble taking earlier. Gregor growls in obvious annoyance, but doesn't pull out of me this time, instead, he raises me up a few inches and allows two of the bumps to slip from my rectum before he suddenly humps into me!

Oliver: “ Ahh!" Gregor quite literally forces my voice from me as he tries to use brute force to break past my anal rings resistance, and despite trying my best to tell him to slow down, the dragon starts humping into me as if I were an undersized fleshlight!

Gregor's grip around my waist tightens each time he fails to properly insert his dick into my colon, and despite the discomfort of being used like a sex toy, my mind is washing over with so much pleasure that I can barely even squeak out a defiant breath.

A few more thrust where it feels like Gregor's about to snap me in two, he fails to insert more than ten inches into me, and while I'm more than happy for him to continue fucking me with only half his length till I cum, he has other plans.

With an assertive growl and his grip tightening, Gregor humps upwards and stars pushing me down with all the intentions of using force to break past my resistance! My breathless moans turn into howls of pain as he violently forces my body to take his girth! It feels like Gregor is ripping my organs apart and tearing my asshole open with how rough he's being, but just before I pass out from the pain, my teary eyes shoot wide open as I feel every muscle in my body surrender to his will, for the dragon's cock to slip past my last vestiges of resistance, and for him to slide into my deepest reaches!

The overly aggressive dragon grunts in satisfaction and quite literally starts fucking screams from my lungs with every inch he rams into me! Gregor becomes so rough that I start feeling like nothing more than an object to get him off, and despite the submissive part of me that enjoys the abuse, the pain radiating in my stomach makes me worry he might have irrevocably hurt me.

I'm not sure if it's my screaming that snaps Gregor from his haze, but his face suddenly shoots forward and eyes lands upon me as if he were violently awoken from a fever dream. There is a brief look of dread in the dragon's face as I pant heavily and fail to lift my sweaty body from his stomach, but after another moments pause, Gregor very gently starts to rearrange our position.

With his knees bent and legs spread out, Gregor slowly sits on the plush leather and lays me down before leaning forward. With my legs hiked over his thighs and stretched to either side of his rounded belly, I can literally feel his dick poking through my stomach. And while it would probably be a good idea for the dragon to pull out, as my insides are still throbbing with a sharp pain, I'm at least thankful he's no longer moving.

As I finally catch my breath and look up at Gregor, I find him watching me with the guiltiest expression I've ever seen. He moves to touch my face with a trembling hand, but flinches at the last second before very slowly uses a single finger to brush my cheek as he frowns in apology.

Gregor: A-are you doing alright?" He must feel bad for losing control again, and it's hard to not feel sorry for him as he wipes the tears from my face, but as the pain inside my abdomen slowly settles with each heavy breath I take, I decide to push past my discomfort and to reassure him.

Oliver: “Y-yeah. I'm fine. K-keep going." Despite the obvious hurt in my voice, and how agonising my screams sounded, there was some part of me that truly did enjoy how rough he was being. Sure, Gregor might have forced too much of his cock into me at once, but being overpowered by him and dominated so completely is one of the very reasons I chose someone so big in the first place.

The dragon reluctantly nods, obviously aware of how much he hurt me, but is seemingly willing to let it go. Despite the worried look in his eyes, he very gently repositions me. With one hand supporting my entire back, Gregor assures that I'm comfortably reclined before slowly moving one leg after the other until both of my heels are pressed into either side of his meaty pecs.

I instantly feel relief in this new position, but Gregor isn't done yet. He moves to wrap both of his hands around my back and then very carefully starts curling my body around his stomach until my chest is pressed into his gut. While I'm surprised at how easily he folds me in half, it's the feeling of his dick bending inside of me that draws my full attention.

I've never been able to bend like this, and I'm one hundred percent certain that this new flexibility is because of his saliva, but I'm not able to focus on this, for as soon as I'm curled around his corpulent belly, the dragon returns to carefully sliding his cock in and out of my ass at a steady pace.

With all of our rearranging, a good portion of Gregor's dick had slipped free from my depths, but with this new position, he is easily able to push it back in. I hold tightly to his gut as I feel my intestines wrapping around his girth, and once he's buried a good four inches inside of me, the dragon returns to his previous pace, not just sliding more easily in an out of my spit covered depths, but having no trouble sheathing himself deeper with every thrust.

It literally feels like my organs are being rearranged to accommodate Gregor's length, and with how stretched my asshole is, I'm surprised that I still haven't felt any pain. I wonder if there is a way to purchase dragon saliva? Because not only has it made taking him incredibly easy, but the warm sensation tingling my insides is making the feeling of his cock sliding in an out of my depths that much more incredible~

I hug Gregor's rounded gut and burry my face between my legs. I can tell just from the size of his stomach that the dragon likes to overeat, and I'm not sure if it's because of his scales, or the powerful muscles buried somewhere beneath his fat, but it's incredibly firm. If hugging his belly wasn't already a nice feeling to experience while Gregor shoves his cock into my deepest reaches, then the heat pouring through his body is more than enough to make this awkward yoga-like pose wonderful~

Suddenly, Gregor's thrusting stops. I'm instantly worried that he might have hit another section of my intestines that are too tight for him to proceed, but from the satisfied growl rumbling in his chest, I highly doubt that's the case.

Gregor: “Seee? I told you I'd make it fit~?" With my knees shoved into my armpits and my ass pressed against his pelvis, I realise that Gregor has hilted himself within me. There is this short pause where I can't believe that I've actually taken all fifty centimetres of his cock, but as it throbs inside of my intestines, I can practically feel the indentation of it stiffening against my skin and poking through me and into his belly.

With Gregor's hands keeping me curled around his gut and his knees pressed into the plush leather, he straightens his back and runs his fingers down my body until he's gripping either of my butt cheeks. The dragon proceeds to stretch them apart and makes an experimental thrust by raising me off of his body and then ramming his hips forward, and with the moan that leaves my lips, growls in satisfaction.

With my heels jabbed into his pecs and my body folded in half, I wrap my arms around my legs and do my best to hug Gregor's stomach, and no sooner than I do, does the dragon lift my ass from his pelvis until at least half of his cock pulls free before ramming forward and shoving it back inside of me!

I make a sound somewhere between a yelp and a breathless scream as I feel all twenty inches of his monstrous dick slide into my intestines and dig even deeper into my body! The sensation of Gregor making one smooth and uninterrupted pump is like none of his previous motions, for not only do I feel my organs moving around to accommodate the size of his cock, but I also feel his penis tracing along the inside of my belly and rubbing against his gut.

I've always marvelled at seeing guys taking those three-foot dildos up their asses and watching how it traces along their stomachs, but to think that the exact same thing is happening to me right now with a cock that's unbelievably thick, is beyond my wildest dreams~

Gregor: “ Fuck but you're tight~" The dragon leans over and nuzzles his snout against my head before raising my ass up and slamming me back down onto his dick with a wet squelch!

With my body awkwardly folded over his belly, my hard penis tangled somewhere between us, and his hands wrapped firmly around my ass and thighs, he starts pounding in and out of me in a steady motion, stealing my breath with every thrust and causing waves of unimaginable pleasure to course through me with every brush his shaft makes against my insides.

My butt is sopping wet with not just the saliva he spat into me, but the endless stream of precum dripping from his penis, and with each squelching slam I make against his sticky pelvis, the room starts to fill with not just my moans, but the erotic sounds of scales meeting flesh.

I'm in total bliss. Feeling not just every inch of Gregor's cock as he rams it in and out of my sopping wet hole, but the nubs of his penis amplify each brush he makes against my anal walls, and if theses sensations combined with the searing heat of his dick weren't already enough to scramble my brains, then the feeling of his cock protruding inside of my belly and poking into his gut is enough to make me feel dizzy with pleasure.

While the dragon's odour was prominent from the very first moment I had stepped into his room, I can smell a much spicier tinge to his scent now. Gregor's musk is potent in the most masculine of ways. He smells like a hard day spent doing manual labour, of mountain tops and rich earth, and of beastmen fighting for dominance. It's a heady scent that's filled with testosterone, and I'm not sure if it's only emanating from his dripping wet sheath, but it's adding to every sensation coursing through my brain.

As Gregor's pace increases and he starts fucking me harder, causing the heat between us to become even more prominent. I'm not sure if it's his efforts that are raising his blood pressure, his searing hot cock that's warming me up from the inside, or simply being pressed against him like this, but I'm starting to become breathless, and while I understand that I don't exactly need to breathe for the next few hours, the combination of the heat and pleasure is becoming so overwhelming that it feels as if I'm going to pass out.

Between Gregor's relentless thrusting and his penis destroying my insides, I do my best to peel my sweaty body from his belly and pat either of his arms so that he can slow down, but much like before, the dragon is far too deep in a rut to even feel me tapping him.

Oliver: “G-Gregor…" With him nuzzling my head and pounding my ass, I try once again to draw his attention by patting his cheeks and calling his name, but his only response is a guttural moan that rumbles through me right before he starts fucking even harder!

I do all I can to stifle my voice and focus my efforts on not passing out. I'm dizzy and it feels like I might already be cumming without even knowing it, but I draw all the strength I can muster, and with one decisive motion, slap Gregor across the face as hard as I can!

The dragon instantly stops, and as his orange eyes open, and I quite literally watch as the focus returns to them, not only do I feel bad for hitting him, but seeing the guilt swell in his pupils makes me feel just as guilty as he looks.

Gregor: “Did I… I-I did it again, didn't I…?" I do my best to shake my head, but I'm struggling to catch my breath even now that he's stopped pounding me.

Oliver: “N-no, just… I-it's this position. I can't seem to get comfortable w-with you rearranging my guts." While that's not wholly the full truth of it all, as I'm sure Gregor can see just how drenched with sweat I am, and can probably feel my legs trembling against his belly, this position is a bit awkward.

With a sympathetic nod, Gregor pulls back and removes his entire length from my depths in one smooth motion! Not only does the feeling of every inch leaving my ass draw a startled cry from me, but with how tightly my intestines were hugging his shaft, it almost feels as if Gregor is trying to gut me!

As soon as the dragon's tapered tip slips from my sphincter, it does so with a gush of fluids. I quickly clench my pucker as tightly as possible, surprised at not just how easily it closes, but how much control I still retain over something stretched as wider than my bicep, and while its relieving to not feel his accumulated fluids dripping out of me, the hollow sensation his cock leaves behind is another of those bizarre feelings I need to add to this experience.

Gregor: “Alright, hands and knees." While a moment ago his expression seemed guilty, Gregor's tone has returned to that dominant timber that makes my legs feel weak from more than just being speared by his cock.

The dragon gently unfolds my legs from around his belly and even more carefully lays me in the centre of his sitting area, and despite having caught my breath and no longer feeling dizzy, as soon as I try to push myself up onto my hands and knees, my joints wobble and I collapse straight into the puddle of his musky flids!

While I should probably try to pull my face from the cold precum and into a fuckable position, I just don't have the strength to move properly. It feels like all my reserves of energy have been stolen by every inch his cock.

I chuckle weakly as I think about how Gregor went into detail about what the effects of his saliva would produce, but conveniently left out how drained I would feel after being impaled on his dick. However, my laughter quickly turns into a surprised gasp as the dragon kneels behind me and raises my ass form the floor before stabilising my limp body with his hands firmly grabbing either side of my hips.

Oliver: “Th-thanks. I feel s-so weak after you pulled out, i-is this normal?" I try to look back, but with my chest pressed into the soft leather, I can barely crane my neck enough to see Gregor smiling behind me.

Gregor: “Don't worry, it gets easier the longer we stay at it." I try to push myself onto my hands and knees again, but my elbows rattle so violently that I simply give up and allow my face to splash into the cold liquids.

Despite Gregor holding my ass up, my legs are shaking too. I start to wonder if it's just the exertion from being fucked by such a large penis or if its perhaps some adverse effect from dragon saliva, but I do my best to relax my body and steady my breath before he steals it from me again.

I feel Gregor spreading his legs and lowering himself as close to the floor as possible before his tapered head pokes at my entrance, but with our size difference, there is no way he's going to take me doggystyle, and while I was fully prepared for him to manhandle me again, I'm not prepared for the sensation of being plucked from the floor.

With both of his giant hands wrapped around my torso, Gregor lifts my body from the floor till my arms dangle a good three feet from it. While he's once again found a very unorthodox position to fuck me in, I'll admit that this is much better than laying in a pool of drying precum and spit.

With my toes just barely scarping against the leather couch and my entire upper body hanging limply from his hands, there is only a short pause where I'm able to look past the fingers interlocking around my body and towards his pendulous ballsack dripping with manly juices as Gregor aligns his tapered head with my pucker, but as he pierces my rosebud and pushes forward, my once softening cock twitches to life with every delicious inch he slides back into my depths.

Gregor seems to be having a problem inserting himself in this position, because halfway down his cock he grunts, pulls out a few centimetres and tires again. When he still fails to get more than eight inches in, I open my mouth to suggest that we move over to the edge of his seat so that he can get a better angle like we had when he facefucked me, but my voice catches in my throat as Gregor gets to one knee before standing up to his full height and sheathes his entire length inside of me in one motion!

With all twenty inches speared through my body and my arms and legs dangling more than four feet from the floor, I'm a little startled at being held so high, but with Gregor's hands wrapped around my body and his pelvis pressed into my ass, I must admit that this position is the best one by far, as I'm finally able to breathe again.

Actually… I think that was the problem this whole time. With my body folded over Gregor's belly and his cock speared through my depths, I don't think there was much room for my lungs to expand.

As I relish in the feeling of being able to breathe properly, the dragon behind me takes a moment to assure that his fingers are firmly interlocked around my front and that his thumbs are comfortable clasped along my back before Gregor goes straight back to humping!

The short moment of reprieve I had is stolen from me, for the dragon starts fucking me right off the bat, seemingly having much more control in this new position, and with his fingers wrapped around my stomach, I can feel the indentation of his cock running through me as he pounds deeper into my body than any dick has ever reached.

My arms and legs sway with every grunting thrust Gregor makes, and with him holding me out in front of himself as if I were a giant flesh light, it comes as no surprise that his balls start to slap against my legs with every pump of his hips.

I'm not sure if it's because my insides are completely bathed in Gregor's viscous liquids, if it's this new position, or if his saliva perhaps has some kind of mind-altering effect that he forgot to mention, but I feel extremely submissive. A switch suddenly flips inside of my head and I find myself giving in completely to any desire Gregor could ever want.

The combined sensations of his monstrous cock pounding in and out of my body, the sight of his fluids pouring from my gaping hole with every thrust, the squelching sounds of his hips slamming into mine, the grunting, the heat, the smells, the way he flaps his wings with every hump, it all becomes too much for my brain to handle. I feel overwhelmed, yet satisfied, euphoric in a way that I never knew sex could feel, and while I'd like to blame my ex for failing to pleasure me properly, I'm fully aware that it's the dragon who has raised the bar higher than any lover I will ever have after this could possibly reach.

This position is perfect for many reasons, but perhaps the most important one is that the nubs lining the underside of Gregor's cock are now rubbing against my prostate with every thrust he makes. The ridges rub along my love button so sensually that every time one pops past my anal ring and presses into my prostate, I fear I may cum on the spot.

Whether or not I will be able to walk after this is still in question, but I'm sure that even after my timer goes off, the staff here won't be so heartless as to kick me to the curb, right? I wonder if I could rent a room for the night If I'm too sore to move? Did Gregor say his spit has healing qualities? I'm not sure I remember everything he said about his saliva, but I probably should have asked a few more questions before so quickly agreeing to let him fuck me, huh?

Gregor suddenly picks up the pace and starts pistoning into me roughly! Fucking me so hard that he forces the breath from my lungs every time he bottoms out! And while I can't see it, I feel a gust washing over my dangling limbs with every thrust, something I suspect to be from the dragon flapping his wings in tandem with every grunting pump of his hips.

While I'm loving every moment of being dominated like this, Gregor's balls are slapping my legs so forcefully that it actually stings, and he's fucking me so hard that not only does his plump belly hit my lower back with each thrust, but it feels as if the dragon's trying to shove his sheath inside my stretched asshole!

While the increased pace is amplifying my pleasure, it's also making it harder to breathe again. I'm not sure if his grip has tightened or if it's the pace which makes it difficult to inhale, but I try to ignore the desire for breath. While it's a very reactionary thing to want to gasp with every violent slam he makes into my ass, I don't exactly need oxygen right now, and as weird as it is to try stop such a natural instinct, I should probably enjoy this added sensation to an already bizarre coupling.

The dragon pistons in and out of me with a furious pace, fucking me so hard that I start struggling to retain my focus on anything other than the euphoria every inch of his searing hot dick brings me as it delves deeper through my intestines, stretching me in places that were never meant to stretch, and bringing me pleasure in areas I never knew could feel delight.

While I flop around like a ragdoll being mutilated by an angry child, I feel something pop in me. I get a fright more from Gregor stopping than I do from the weird vibrations it sends though my gut, and for a moment, I do consider that he might have punctured one of my organs, but as the dragon slowly returns to a steady rhythm, not only do I feel no pain, but something inside of me feels very different from before.

I can't exactly look at my stomach to assure what I feel inside of it, but with each thrust the dragon makes, I swear I can feel his cock sliding against the walls of my gut. While his penis was poking through the skin of my abdomen before, this feels entirely different. It's not exactly sore, or even uncomfortable, but there seems to be a lot less pressure around his tapered tip.

Has Gregor been folding inch after inch of my intestines over his cock this whole time? Has he slowly been wrapping my colon around his shaft until he has an unobstructed path into my stomach? As crazy as the thought is, it's not entirely impossible with what his saliva has done, and while I really should be worried about the consequences of being reformed as if I were a piece of clay, I'm filled with so much pleasure that I couldn't care less in this very moment.

I try to moan as the intense pleasure of being fucked so violently by an eleven-foot dragon reaches a peak in ecstasy, but nothing escapes my lungs. I'm not sure if it's the cock lodged inside my stomach, the visualisation I have of how hot it must look for him to be pounding someone as small as me, or even if it's the danger associated with sleeping with an oversized beastman, but I feel my balls pull against my taint and for my dick to suddenly stiffen right before an unexpected wave of cum explodes from my prick!

My skin erupts in waves of goosebumps as the warmth inside of me spreads across every inch of my body to the point that it feels as if an explosion is ripping through me! My eyes roll back, my body stiffens, and I quite literally start convulsing as the biggest orgasms I've ever had tears me apart!

My mind literally washes over in white as flashes of bright light blind me with each erratic ejaculation! Cum explodes from my dick and shoot so powerfully from my urethra that every shot actually hurts! I would scream in pleasure if I could, but either through the cock lodged in my gut or the hands gripping me too tightly, my voice fails as Gregor continues to fuck me into oblivion.

My arms and legs stiffly flop around as I paint them with my own cum; The dragon quite literally fucking the sperm from me as his huge balls slap my legs and encourage more semen to pour from my aching dick. He seems completely unaware of my climax as his pace hasn't changed one bit. Gregor has been growling with each thrust since the moment his cock pierced my stomach, pistoning so angrily through me that it almost feels like a vengeful kind of fuck.

With my eyes rolled back in my skull and spit flying from my open mouth, mad slapping sounds fill the room as my climax washes every thought from my mind and drowns me in pure pleasure. It literally feels like I'm ejaculating a whole year's worth of sperm, but with how disorientated I am, I couldn't even begin to see if I'm even still cumming or not.

I'm not sure if I pass out, but I lose a moment in time and find myself groggily snapping back to reality. The first thing I realise is that Gregor's pace has become even more erratic than before. It's a pretty weird sensation to wake up while being fucked, but even through my post-climax euphoria making even thought difficult, I can feel that the dragon is very close.

Almost as if reading my mind, Gregor's thrusting becomes wildly uncoordinated, and not two seconds later do I feel his cock swell right before it starts throbbing erratically!

Gregor: “ FUCK!!!" The dragon roars so powerfully that not only does it deafen me, but his voice vibrates through my bones even more angrily than the cock that stiffens in my depths!

Gregor cums hard! He violently thrusts as deep into me as he can while slamming my ass against his pelvis! I'm not sure if I scream from the pleasure of my tapering orgasm, or from how roughly he's handling me, but my cries devolve into coughing fits; Something that's made increasingly hard with how tight the dragon's fingers curl around me.

The force of Gregor's ejaculations are like nothing I have ever experienced. Each shot of hot cum exploding from his dick doesn't just hit the inside of my belly so hard that it feels as if he were punching my guts, but his spunk feels so warm that it's as if he's searing my insides with every torrent-like eruption!

The dragon roars loudly with every violent ejaculation, squeezing me so tightly that it feels as if he might yet break my ribs! And despite the discomfort from being handled so carelessly, with every boiling hot spurt of jizz pouring into my belly, it feels as if Gregor is not just trying to drown me in his cum, but his orgasm is proving to extend my own post-nut euphoria.

My belly starts to swell with Gregor's sperm, and with him gripping my body so tightly, it comes as no surprise that it starts to spill out into my intestines, but what I don't expect is to feel the warm cum surging up my throat! The feeling of his jizz running up my oesophagus is quick to trigger my gag reflex, and despite my best efforts to control it, my diaphragm lurches and I watch in horror as a stream of hot white spunk erupts from my lips!

While I fully understand that the dragon's saliva prevents me from drowning on his semen, the feeling of his boiling cum escaping my mouth and splattering to the floor is far too disturbing a sensation to endure. I try to reach back and tell Gregor to slow down, but with how tightly he's squeezing me and each wave of spunk erupting from my lips, my words become gargled and my efforts futile.

Every violent ejaculation forces his scaldering hot sperm to erupt not from just my mouth, but it pours from my nose and fills my vision with tears. I do my best to just go with the flow, clenching my lungs shut while allowing his baby batter to shoot out my mouth, but this seems to be the wrong move, because as soon as I relax my body, so too does the dragon thrust forward and shove his cock even deeper!

With a terrifying roar and Gregor slamming his pelvis so hard into me that it literally feels like he's going to rip my hips apart, the dragon's penis pierces my cardiac sphincter and starts sliding into my oesophagus! With my ass pressed firmly against his hips and his corpulent belly hanging over my lower back, Gregor rams his cock into my throat and causes my entire body to stiffen!

While having the dragon's penis lodged inside my belly was a disturbing sensation, feeling his prick slide up my throat and sheath itself within my chest cavity fills me with fear. I might trust that Gregor's saliva will save me from drowning on his cum, but with him having lost control, I seriously start to worry that he's going to break me in half.

I feel the dragon's dick throb in my neck, and with no way to fight it, I watch in dismay as his cum pours out my mouth like a firehose! Wave after wave of boiling hot semen surges from my lips and doesn't just burn my tongue to the point that I don't think I'll ever taste anything but sperm ever again, but it blasts from my nose and fills every inch of my sinuses with sticky spunk!

I've completely given up on trying to stop Gregor from doing whatever he wants with me, and while being turned into a cock sleeve should be humiliating enough, he starts rocking his hips back and forth and not just makes the feeling of being used like an inanimate object that much worse, but the squelching sounds escaping my throat between each ejaculation are by far the most unsettling noises I've ever heard.

While the thought of being impaled from one end and having it come out the other is a scary one, the sensation of his searing hot sperm pouring from my mouth, every ridge of his cock massaging my throat, and the feeling of being so utterly dominated is strangely one of the best things I've ever felt in my life~

I feel almost mindless as the dragon growls and rides out his orgasm, so when his pace slows and the waves of sperm stop pouring from my lips like a geyser, it's startling enough to draw me from my stupor and for urgency to return to me. I shut my lips more out of instinct than any decisive thought and start swallowing in an effort to remove the lump bulging in my throat, and much to my surprise, feel as it recedes down my oesophagus.

While Gregor's cock is still spurting cum, his impossibly strong ejaculations have finally slowed down, enough for me to clench my throat and swallow his penis till it pops back into my stomach. Feeling the dragon's dick slipping through my cardiac sphincter and into my gut is yet another of those weird sensations I can add to my list of how bizarre my encounter with him has been.

I feel a sense of relief with my throat no longer bulging with the shape of his cock, but the dragon seems far from done ejaculating. Gregor gently rocks his hips back and forth, piercing my cardiac sphincter each time and forcing me to focus on clenching my throat in case he has any ideas of spearing his penis back through my oesophagus.

Everything is dripping with sperm. My entire face, arms, legs, ass, everything! Yet despite being covered in jizz, I can still feel Gregor throbbing and spitting out more sperm into my belly, enough for it to expand between his loosened grip. I'm not sure if dragon's orgasms work differently to a human's, but he's been cumming for a full five minutes at least; Yet another thing I wish Gregor would have warned me about before we slept together.

My stomach quickly swells to the point that it feels painfully stretched, and whether through me clenching my throat shut or my belly just unable to expand any further, I feel the dragon's cock slip from inside my stomach and be pushed back into my intestines before it's forced from my stretched asshole with the pressure of just how much sperm is filling my body.

The sensation of his enormity shooting out my backend with a deluge of cum is just as disturbing as the feeling of every inch of my insides curling and folding back into a more natural position. My once stretched intestines twist and reform inside of my body like coiling snakes, trembling in such a way that I start to feel sick. And while I'm able to stop myself from throwing up any more cum, no amount of clenching my asshole is enough to halt the constant stream of sperm pouring from my backend.

While there is a massive amount of relief in no longer being stretched in ways I was never meant to be, I have never felt more exhausted in my entire life. Having Gregor reshape me with his cock and fuck me so brutally was one thing, but feeling my body reform and ease back into place is the nail in the coffin. All my reserves of energy leave me and I fall absolutely limp in his grip.

With me all but hanging from Gregor's hands like a deflated balloon, I can't move an inch, so when I feel his cock slide over my tailbone and paint the remaining parts of my body not covered in sperm, all I can do is groan. I'm not even sure if the noise I make is a defiant or an amused one, because I'm so spent that he could do whatever he wants right now and I'd probably let him.

Oliver: “!!!" My world is suddenly sent upside down! In one quick and overly rough motion, not only does Gregor flip me around till I come face to face with his cock that seems to have no intentions of stopping its never-ending orgasm, but his grip shifts till he's holding both of my calves in one hand and dangling me in front of himself.

While being held upside down does prevent the cum from pouring out of my asshole, it's far more difficult to stop his sperm from escaping my lips, and after gagging and splattering out two waved of salty cum, I'm thankfully able to clench my throat enough to prevent the downpour. However, with Gregor holding me in front of his belly as if I were a large fish he just caught, I'm unable to shy away from his dick as he continues to baste the front of my body in boiling hot semen.

My belly jiggles with every ejaculation that hits my stomach, and if I had the energy to raise my head, I'd probably find that I look a few months pregnant with how swollen it feels, but with how exhausted I am, I can do nothing but hang in his grip with my arms swaying overhead.

I'm not sure how much longer his orgasm continues, but Gregor's cock finally stops spewing cum. Not only am I absolutely drenched in the stickiest semen I've ever seen, but after coughing out a few more wads of spunk, I'm finally able to draw in my first real breath since he started ejaculating.

I'm… Exhausted beyond reason. I can't move a single inch as Gregor dangles me in front of himself as if I were a feral rabbit he just caught. Being fucked by the dragon was one of the most taxing things I've ever done, and I'm caught so deeply in the afterglow that it's taking everything I have to not just pass out.

While I've always had a thing for bukkake, the amount of semen I'm covered in is absolutely ridiculous. Every inch of my skin is wet with sperm, and with how big the puddle between Gregor's feet is, I perfectly understand that those large nuts of his aren't just for show; He literally came litres! If I wasn't so tired, I might just have asked him how much he normally cums, but I resign myself to just hang limply in his hold and enjoy the euphoria running through me.

I'm pulled from my bliss and thankfully saved from falling asleep as Gregor starts to raise me higher. I open my eyes and find myself mildly impressed, because despite having ejaculated at least ten litres, the dragon is still rock-hard, and with the motions of him raising me up, his penis rubs against my cum-swollen body, and as if to add insult to injury, when it brushes across my face, spits out one last wad of jizz.

Once I'm hanging at eye level with Gregor, I chuckle weakly and try to get out a response, perhaps to tell him how incredible he was, or maybe just to voice my concerns with how broken my body feels, but after blinking away enough of his sperm to clear my vision, I realise that something is very wrong…

With his arm stretched overhead and me hanging limply in front of his face, the dragon I meet looks nothing like the friendly one I had first stumbled upon in this room. Gregor's eyes are as red as fire, burning like literally furnaces and searing through me as if he were trying to flay me alive with his anger; A glare only compared to the harsh appearance of his face.

His once handsome features are sharper and far more rigid than before, scales pulled back in the same way that a wolf would raise its hackles when growling. What makes his visage even more frightening is that not only are his wings splayed out and half enshadowing his terrifying glare, but Gregor is baring his teeth and snarling like a feral animal.

My thoughts suddenly spike as I start to worry that I might have done something wrong to deserve such a vengeful look, but no matter how much I rack my brain, I just can't find anything I could have done to annoy him so much. I mean, I basically let Gregor use me like an undersized fleshlight, I couldn't have done anything wrong, right? Or maybe… That's just it? Was I too boring? I mean… It's not like I could have done anything with how he was holding me, and besides, it's not my job to pleasure him… Right?

I move to speak, perhaps to ask Gregor what's going on or maybe to just start apologising, but as soon as my sperm laden lips part, the dragon growls loudly and presses his face right against mine!

I whimper and try to shy away from his hot breath washing over the coagulated cum coating my skin, but as soon as the growl dies in his throat, I jolt in surprise as Gregor runs his long tongue across my neck and laps his own jizz from me! I'm trembling with fear and unable to rationalise what's caused this sudden change in him, but as I hear the dragon swallow the semen he licked from my neck, my eyes return to him just in time to see his lips part into a wicked grin right before his sharp teeth retract into his gums.

Despite being absolutely terrified of the dragon as he continues to lick sperm from my skin, I try to force words from my throat, but they just won't come out. I'm so rigid with fear that not only do I fail to voice my protest, but I'm sobbing worse than I did when David broke up with me.

Why does Gregor look so different? Is this some weird post-nut transformation? I've never read anything about dragons being able to change their appearances. Could this perhaps have something to do with him losing control? He didn't exactly explain what that entirely entails, and I had honestly thought it just meant he gets overexcited with how rough he ended up fucking me, but looking at him now, Gregor is nothing like that dragon who had felt guilty for becoming too violent with me.

Despite my fear, I try my best to find the kindness that I had once seen in his eyes, but all I find is a seething lust for blood and a predatory hunger. Gregor looks truly evil, wicked like serial killer planning his murder, as scary as a wild animal cornering its prey, and with all the terrifying stories I learnt about the war with the Dragon Empire, I start to worry for my life…

My eyes widen as not only does Gregor's fiery gaze lock with mine in a focused glare that tells me he's fully cognisant of what he's doing, but he grins a toothless smile that sends a shiver down my spine. I press my cum-soaked hands into his neck in a weak attempt to push away from his horrifying face, but even if the dragon's grip weren't so tightly locked around my ankles, I doubt I'd be able to escape with how tired I am.

I jolt as not only does Gregor start leaning backwards, but he stretches his arm as far as it will reach above him and raises me over his head. The motions cause my wet fingers to brush across the dragon's scaly chin, and despite shoving forward in an effort to get his hideous face away from me, my hands find no purchase. My eyes shoot forward as a warm gust of fleshy air washes over my arms and ruffles my hair, and as my blurry gaze comes into focus, I gasp in shock as I find Gregor's mouth is wide open!

I stare in startled horror at not just how wide the dragon's lips can part, but at how complex the folds of flesh lining the back of his throat are, how red the inside his mouth is, and how intricate the ribs lining his palate are. I'm only snapped back to reality by the motions of Gregor wriggling his tongue as he starts to lower me into his mouth!

I quickly grab the corners of the dragon's lips and try to push myself away from his gaping maw, but not only do my cummy fingers slip from his scaly flesh, but I'm nowhere near strong enough to stop my decent! I quickly change tactics and start punching him as hard as I can! But my hits do nothing to deter Gregor, and despite my best efforts, he lowers my entire head into his mouth! I'm not even given a moment to gasp for breath, for as soon as my face is pressed into the soft folds of mouth, Gregor's tongue wraps around my neck and starts lapping the sperm from my skin!

While I'm still very much sore and more exhausted than I've ever been, a combination of fear and adrenaline bring a sense of life back to my broken body. I start thrashing and screaming with all the strength I can muster.

My horrified voice echoes around me and only causes to amplify my panic. My movements are uncoordinated, desperate, and seemingly just as futile as my screams. My barely comprehensible shouts do nothing to stop Gregor, as he continues to run his hot tongue against my face and force the back of my head into his comparatively hard palate, moaning shamelessly as he drinks in the taste of his own sperm and my salty tears.

With my head fully encased in his warm flesh and my arms flailing wildly outside of his mouth, I'm surprised when one of my hits lands upon what I suspect to be his eyeball, because Gregor instantly stiffens and grunts in pain, yet before the thought of scratching out his eye can even properly register in my mind, the dragon raises me a few inches from his mouth, scoops up both of my arms in one fluid motion, and pins them to my body by wrapping one of his giant hands around my chest!

Icey fear immediately grips me as I'm rendered completely immobile and held firmly in the warm mouth of an enormous beastman. My heart pounds frantically in my chest, my thoughts run a hundred miles per second, and if Gregor weren't squeezing my chest so tightly that I can no longer breathe, I have no doubt that I would be hyperventilating.

I scream out breathlessly into the yawning maw below me and watch in horror as my tears drip into the undulating flesh of his throat and disappear into the dark hole staring back at me.

I'm long past rationalising why Gregor is doing this, as all I can understand is the fear of what he plans to do with me, something made painfully obvious when the dragon's tongue extends and runs across my face as if I were the tastiest thing on the planet. I try to disregard the insane notion that Gregor is planning on eating me, but as he lowers me back into his mouth and his lips brush over my shoulders, it's hard to stop my body from thrashing.

Not only is Gregor's mouth just as hot as the dick that was once shoved up my ass, but it's dripping with copious amounts of saliva. No matter how much I scream or how hard I try to wriggle, my face slides over his tongue and I feel as the top of my head pressed into the yawing opening of his throat. The warm flesh kisses the crown of my head as Gregor rumbles in delight.

With my entire face inside of the dragon's mouth, his lips wrapped around my chest and the upper parts of my back, he clamps his gums around my neck and fills me with the horrific thought of his razor-sharp teeth popping free and for him to suddenly rip my head off! I immediately recall How dragons tore people apart and ate them during the war, but with how Gregor's tongue laps at my body and how gently he's holding me in his maw, I'm fully aware that he is being as careful as possible.

Before I can realise that I should be appreciating what little light seeps in through the sides of his lips, the sucking sensation gripping the top of my head yanks me down as Gregor suddenly swallows! With my face covered in spit, and the dragon's tongue curled around my neck and pressing me inwards, my entire head slips through the hot folds of his flesh and effortlessly glides into his yawning throat!

Oliver: “!!!" Every muscle in my body stiffens as the squelching folds of his oesophagus wrap around my face and bath me in darkness! I try to scream, to yank my head out of the sweltering hot depths of his gullet, but all I accomplish is getting more of his spit in my mouth.

I feel like I'm trapped in a nightmare… I once had this dream when I was a kid where I was being squeezed to death by a giant snake, but I woke up to find that I had simply become entangled in my blanket during the night, and while some part of my brain considers that this could all just be a dream, the warmth of Gregor's fleshy mouth, the tight grip of his fingers curling along my skin, and the sour smell wafting from deeper within his body are far too real for any of this to simply be a nightmare.

The dragon shifting his hold from my chest to my abdomen is my only warning I get before he swallows again! I scream out breathlessly into his wet flesh as every muscle in Gregor's throat squeezes my face before sucking it down, and if it weren't for my shoulders hitting the back of his mouth, I have no doubt that he would have pulled me even deeper.

My entire upper body is now trapped between the dragon's lips, and once his gums press into my skin and his tongue laps over my chest, only then does he release his grip from my stomach. I instantly try to grab onto something that would offer me some leverage, but with the dragon's lips wrapped around my elbows, I'm able to do little more than flop my hands around uselessly.

While the prospect of being ripped in half and chewed up like a piece of jerky was terrifying enough, the idea that Gregor might actually be trying to swallow me whole and alive is not just unbelievable, but far scarier than having my life end in a wave of blood.

With the dragon's lips wrapped around my triceps and his tongue tracing along my chest as if he were savouring my taste, I shout into Gregor's throat as he starts swallowing again, yet despite the powerful muscles crushing my face, he fails to pull my shoulders into his throat as easily as he had ingested my head. I sink an inch or two deeper into Gregor's oesophagus through the suction alone, and with how far my neck stretches, I worry that the dragon might actually rip it off while trying to gulp me down, but my shoulders refuse to squeeze past his throat opening; Something he immediately tries to remedy by changing tactics.

Gregor suddenly releases my ankles and wraps both of his hands around my midsection. With my legs finally free, I immediately start kicking, more out of instinct than any coordinated movements, but with his neck craned up and his back arched, I can do nothing but swing my legs through the air as Gregor not only uses his hold on me to push me into his mouth, but he starts to crane his neck from left to right in weird stretching motions.

Tilting his head to the right as if he were trying to crack his neck, the dragon makes a longer and more focused gulp in the same motion before repeating these movements in the opposite direction. I would have been confused about what Gregor is doing if I hadn't already seen monitor lizards use this very same technique to swallow their food whole. Not only do these motions make it feel as if my shoulders are slipping in millimetre by millimetre, but his efforts confirm once and for all that Gregor plans on swallowing me whole!

I'm not sure if it's the feeling of being squashed and squeezed with every movement he makes or the prospect of being eaten alive that fuels my movements, but I kick and flail in a desperate effort to escape! With his hands wrapped around my waist, I'm able to latch onto one of his fingers, but no matter how hard I try to bend it backwards, the dragon's grip is unbreakable; Even if I was at full strength, there is no way I could ever hurt Gregor.

I whimper into the squelching flesh of his throat as I feel my shoulders press closer to my body and slowly but surely inch their way into the tight opening of the dragon's gullet; A prospect that causes my thoughts to become so addled by terror that I lose all control over my actions.

Gregor's nimble tongue that had once stretched my anal ring and bathed my insides with warm spit is now caressing my chest with every twist of his neck, sucking the cum from my skin with every gulp, and forcing tears to pour from my face with every lash as I slowly but surely feel the dragon's throat expanding around the widest part of my body.

As Gregor tilts his head to the right and makes another powerful gulp, a gasp escapes my lips as both of my saliva-drenched shoulders suddenly slip into his yawning oesophagus in one smooth motion! As soon as the widest part of my body is shoved into his throat, Gregor quickly makes another power gulp and pulls me a good few inches into his swelteringly hot confines!

With my shoulders squeezed against either side of my neck and my arms being forced towards my chest, the wet folds of Gregor's oesophagus wrap tightly around my biceps and flex as if assuring that I'm fully lodged inside of his gullet; A feeling that only causes me to double my efforts, but when the dragon's hands part from my hips and his scaly lips lock around my abdomen, I already understand that there is no way for me to escape.

With his lips locked around my cum-bloated belly and my hands clasped against the corners of his lips, I realise that barely half of my body remains outside of Gregor's mouth, and with how tightly the walls of his throat are squeezing me, I have no doubt that his neck is building in the shape of me.

While I didn't think I could feel more fear than I do right now, the imagery my brain is summoning proves to make it so much worse. I sob and scream without breath into the hot flesh hugging me, but nothing can save me now, and if that wasn't already evident, then feeling Gregor hum and flex the muscles in his throat as if he were taking a moment to get used to the size of my body is more than enough to solidify that he isn't worried about me getting away.

Understanding that the dragon is swallowing me whole and alive without much effort awakens something in me I never knew I had. I'm not sure if it's a new height of fear or some primal desire to stay alive, but terror grips me entirely, causing my body to thrash out with all the reserves of energy I have, unwilling to give in no matter how futile my efforts are; Something that Gregor immediately undermines as he begins to suck on me as if I were a hard piece of candy. I cry out in protest, but have no way to escape the tongue running across my skin or the gums pressing into me.

The dragon must be taking pleasure in my torture, for he wraps his lips around the middle of my cum-bloated belly and bites down with enough force to push the sperm still swimming in my gut out from both ends of my body! My breathless screams turn into semen filled splutters, while a similar amount of jizz escapes out my anal ring as if I were a jam filled doughnut.

Gregor chuckles wickedly as if amused by the sounds of his spunk erupting from me before every muscle in his neck constricts as he swallows down another three inches of my tortured frame, something made much easier by not just the cum swirling around my face, but with my shoulders crushing my neck and forcing my arms against my chest.

As more of my body is slurped into Gregor's tight oesophagus, so too does my swollen stomach slip past his puckered lips. My airway must be completely crushed by his throat at this point, for as he locks me within his jaws, the gushes of sperm only escape from my abused asshole.

I'm not sure if it's from being squeezed by his incredibly powerful muscles or if my adrenaline is starting to wear off, but I suddenly become incredibly weak. My legs that once kicked in protest fall limp against his chin just as weakly as my hands stop thrashing inside Gregor's mouth.

I suddenly realis that my heart is beating very slowly and that my skin is starting to feel kinda numb, and with my chest being constricted so powerfully by the dragon's throat, not only has my ability to breathe been completely stolen, but I think the pressure is preventing my heart from beating properly. I'm not sure if I should be excited at the prospect of dying like this or not, but Gregor gulps once more and draws in the entirety of my torso into his waiting maw until my ass cheeks pops past his lips.

It's becoming harder to focus my thoughts, but I'm still able to discern the sensation of Gregor lowering his head into a horizontal position, because not only does my body fold in half, but I feel my slightly bloated belly squash into the dragon's tongue right before he hums and starts swishing me around in his toothless maw.

My body is so spent that I'm barely able to twitch at this point. My legs are hanging lifelessly outside of Gregor's mouth with his gums biting down around my ass as he continues to suck and twirl his tongue around me as if I were a savoury snack, and despite any desire I still have to survive such a cruel fate, I just don't have the energy to do anything more than surrender.

Gregor's throat is constricting me so powerful that if feels as if he's squeezing the life out of me. He seems to be fully aware that he's broken my fight, because the dragon stops his efforts of swallowing me whole and seems to take a moment to enjoy the feeling of my limp body hanging in his maw. And while some part of me is grateful that my descent has stalled, the feeling of his tongue tracing down my belly and something else brushing across my overly stretched asshole fills me with dread.

I didn't think that this experience could get any more humiliating, but as, what I wager to be Gregor's clawed finger, pierces my anal ring in the same motion that his soft tongue slithers around my cock, he somehow fills me with even more shame. I'm not sure if it's the fear that's kept me erect this whole time, or if at some base level I find being devoured erotic, but Gregor takes full advantage of my predicament and starts running his slippery snake across my genitals as he fingers me!

I feel humiliated on so many levels that I can't even distinguish one emotion from the other. If it wasn't already degrading enough that Gregor is swallowing me alive, then feeling him entice spasms from my cock and breathless moans from my lips is making me feel even hotter than the wall that grip me.

I feel Gregor's finger slip in and out of his puckered lips as he spreads my legs and bears down on my prostate while twisting and coiling his tongue around my painfully hard shaft like nothing I have ever felt before, and before I know it, I'm convulsing for an entirely different reason now.

I cum faster than I ever have in my life, and I'm not sure if it's from the shame of being toyed with like this or because Gregor is massaging my love button so violently, but I ejaculate all over his tongue and he greedily laps it up, moaning and vibrating every bone in my body as he continues to finger me and lick my quickly softening dick.

As the last drop of sperm spurts from my prick, Gregor chuckles while withdrawing his clawed finger from my ass and then swallows without warning! I'm not sure if it's because of how much saliva he built up in his mouth or with how limp I've become after orgasming, but he effortlessly sucks down another few inches of my body until the opening of his throat wraps around my midsection and forces the remaining remnants of cum from my ass.

I feel half dead as I slide deeper into the dragon's throat. My heart is beating so slowly that each pulse makes me think it might yet be my last, and with how numb my skin feels, there is something strangely comforting in the heat of his body sinking into me. Why do the walls crushing me suddenly feel so good? Why do I feel like I should give in? Is this how people feel before they die?

Despite wanting nothing more than to escape the sweltering confines of Gregor's throat and walk away from this nightmare, some part of me just wants this torture to be over; So much so that I can feel my will to survive giving in to the prospect of death just so that I can finally escape this hell.

Another powerfully gulps pulls me so deep into Gregor's oesophagus that not only does he wrap his lips around my knees, but the crown of my head is smooshed into a fleshy wall, one I quickly realise to be the opening of his stomach, because the ring of flesh contracts a few times before widening enough to draw in half of my head!

Gregor's cardiac sphincter wraps around my forehead and tightens so powerfully that it feels as if he might yet crack my skull open! Yet before such a merciful death can greet me, the dragon seems far more intent on finishing me off than enjoying the sensation of my body being lodged in his throat, because he makes an extremely powerful gulp that not only draws my claves into his waiting maw, but my entire face is spat out into his stomach!

With my head now dangling in a much wider space, and my feet being the only parts of my body remaining outside of his mouth, I feel a wave of paraesthesia run across my face so painfully that it feels as if I were being stabbed by literally pins and needles! Yet despite the discomfort, there is a huge relief in my brain no longer being constricted by his fleshy walls; Something that immediately returns a semblance of cognition back to me.

I once again feel Gregor craning his neck side to side and physically helping his body to pull me even deeper. My shoulders press against his cardiac sphincter as he gulps again, and despite the ease in which it had engulfed my head, the dragon meets just as much resistance as he did when taking them into his oesophagus, but unlike how long it took before, it only takes Gregor a few twists and a couple powerful swallows before the tight ring of flesh expands enough to suck in the widest section of my body!

As soon as my shoulders slip past the cardiac ring, my decent is made much easier. The back of my head is pressed into the slippery walls of his stomach in the same motion that the dragon slurps my feet into his mouth, and when he swallows again, my upper back is shoved into the wet walls of his stomach and forces me to curl forward to the point that my chin presses into my chest.

With my feet inside the dragon's mouth and him still twisting his neck every which way, he seems to have no intentions of prolonging my torture, for after a quick and playful lick to my feet, he swallows down and pushes more of my body out into his slowly expanding stomach.

Having cognition return to me through not just the release of pressure that had once constricted my chest and slowed my heartbeat, but the sensation of being spat out into a sweltering hot chamber that smells more caustic than a bucket full of rotten lemons, I moan through my fatigue and once more feel my body twitch in defiance as life slowly returns to my limbs.

Oliver: “N-no…" My voice is barely a whisper, and I doubt that Gregor would stop even if even if he could hear it. My feet slip into the opening of his throat in the same motion of my abdomen being spat from his stomach opening, and despite my fate having been sealed the very moment my head slid past his lips, there is a sense of finality in having him swallow my toes.

It takes a lot of effort to yank my arms from the cardiac sphincter, but I slip them free from the ring of flesh and press against the rubbery walls surrounding me. Despite the inside of his stomach being soft and squishy, it's far tougher than I thought, for not only am I'm barely able to stretch it out more than a few centimetres, but the walls bounce back into place as if my efforts mean nothing.

With the widest section of my body curled inside of Gregor's gut, he swallows the rest of me down with relative ease. His stomach sphincter clenches in tandem with the muscles of his throat, opening and closing like a large pair of lips. My hips pass through it effortlessly, and as my rounded ass pops free from the ring of flesh, the rest of my body has no chance of resisting my descent.

With my butt being spat out, so too is my back forced to curl inwards, and with the dragon still swallowing, not only do my knees come rocketing out from the hole and slam so powerfully into my chest that they knock the air from my lungs, but the rest of my legs slip free from his throat, and all at once, I'm delivered fully into the dragon's gut!

Oliver: “…" There is a pause where not just my own movements cease, but even Gregor stands perfectly still. I feel each miniscule inch of flesh as it expands and conforms to my body, stretching and tensing as his stomach forces me into a foetal position. I'm not sure if it's so much the feeling of being encased by his powerful gut that awakens my panic so much as the feeling of his belly rumbling that finally brings urgency back to me.

Oliver: “H-hey! Let me out!!!" My body moves without my say, guided by fear more than any rational thought. I try to kick out with my feet and stretch the slippery flesh of his belly with my hands, but I find no purchase on the slippery walls of his gut and instead only manage to slip and slide around the swelteringly hot chamber.

While I was scared before, I am beyond filled with terror now. My thoughts race faster than I can process them, and my movements are so uncoordinated that even though I realise I'm wearing myself out more than making any progress, I just can't stop.

I am surrounded by darkness and unable to see more than the cruel afterimage of Gregor's snide expression and imagining how large his belly must look with me inside of it. The searing hot walls squelch and rumble with every panicked movement I make, almost as if they were encouraging me to tire myself out, and with how exhausted I was before he swallowed me, it doesn't take much for my energy to expire and for my movements to become pathetically weak.

Oliver: “N-no… Y-you can't do this…" I try my hardest to locate the ring of flesh that spat me out into this sopping wet prison, but I'm so disorientated that it's hard to even tell which way is up anymore.

My body stiffens as a sudden feeling from outside the dragon's gut starts rubbing back and forth across my body, and as a deep voice rumbles and shakes my prion with every caress, it's not hard for me to realise that Gregor must be rubbing his belly. While I can't make out his words, the thought of him wearing a cocky grin while massaging his gut entices both anger and shame from me.

As I fail to do nothing more than squirm in defiance, I realise that Gregor's gut is absolutely sopping wet. It's filled with a combination of the spit that led me here, the cum that has not only stained every inch of my skin, but painted every corner of my insides, and what I can only surmise to be his stomach juices. They smell distinctively sour compared to the musk of his sperm, and nauseatingly potent as each breath burns my lungs and cause my eyes to water.

I decide to take full advantage of not needing to breathe and clench my throat while closing my eyes and instead focus all my thoughts on figuring out a rational approach to escaping his belly, but as I do, a shockwave runs through my entire body as a forceful “ Thump!" from outside shakes every bone in my frame while rattling the dragon's gut!

I once more find myself stiffening and silently listening to what's going on outside, but with the shift in my position and with Gregor rubbing the indention of his swollen gut, it doesn't take long for me to realise that the thump from before was the motion of him sitting down, and that the firm surface below me must be from him allowing his rounded gut to rest between his legs.

Oliver: “Y-you won't get away with this!!!" Whether through bravado or a last-ditch threat, I thrash and try to convince myself that despite him having swallowed me alive, there is no way Gregor will get away with eating me.

It's only as this thought processes that I truly start to understand what this entails, and whether through exhaustion or the tears that once more pour from my eyes I stop fighting and hug my knees closer to my body before burying my face between them as defeat takes me.

How could this have happened…? I came here to have a good time. I came here to get over my ex! Did Mathew know about this?? With how hungrily Gregor swallowed me, there is no doubt that this wasn't the first time he ever ate someone, but why would Mathew send me here if he knew how dangerous it is?

My mind fogs with unanswerable thoughts as the squelching walls around me tighten and start seeping fluids into the dragon's rumbling gut. Gregor's stomach is starting to shift, moving beyond the caress of his hands from outside. The wriggly flesh encompassing me begins undulating in waves-like motions, rubbing across my skin as if I were a pet they were trying to placate.

I'm so tired from both being violently fucked and squeezed by his tight throat that as Gregor burps and the walls close even tighter around me, I just can't seem to find the will to fight what will no doubt be a painful end. His stomach moving like this can only mean one thing, and despite him having just ejected all the air from his gut, I know that I'm going to be alive and awake throughout the entire process of being digested…

Gregor's gut quickly starts to fill with very warm liquids. The fluid is as sticky as his spit, but tingles my skin in the most itchy of ways. It rises surprisingly fast, and despite knowing that I don't need to breathe, I'm not sure I should be grateful for being granted a few more cognisant moments of life where I can reflect upon all of my mistakes, or if I should rather curse the dragon for making sure that I'm aware of everything that's going on while his stomach slowly burns the skin from my bones.

I struggle to stay awake for as long as I can, but once the viscous fluids fill Gregor's gut and submerge me in his digestive enzymes, they burn my eyes so much that I'm forced to close them. His once hot stomach becomes so warm that I swear I'm being boiled alive, and with how aggressive his stomach has become, it almost feels like he's already starting to chafe the skin from me.

I'm not sure how long I fight fatigue and the violent undulations of Gregor's gut, but I soon find myself succumbing to exhaustion and for my mind to slip away as I pass out inside the belly of an oversized beastman. My only thoughts as my consciousness fades away are of my estranged family and how I never got the chance to reconnect with them…

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My heavy eyelids flutter open to the sound of insistent beeping. For a moment, I'm not entirely sure what it is, but after rummaging around the human's crumpled pile of clothes, I turn off his golden timer and recline back into my seat before gently running my hands over my bulging belly.

Hmm… My saliva's effects should be wearing off any minute now, I guess that kid will be waking up soon, and then he'll probably–

No sooner had I thought of him, do I start to feel the human inside of my belly begin to wriggle weakly. I smile and gently trace my hands across his form. His movements feel just as good as earlier, so much so that his continued wriggling rouses my cock from my sheath.

I smile while rubbing my belly and feel as his motions steadily become more coordinated. He must be waking up properly now, and with how active my gut was before I took my nap, I'm sure that he must be digested to the point that I probably wouldn't even recognise him anymore.

Gently tracing my claws over my bulging gut, a shiver of delight runs through me and causes my toes to curl. My belly always feels overly sensitive whenever I digest someone, and with the frantic movements coming from within, the human is only riling me up further. I grit my teeth and grunt as his panicked thrashing causes more of my cock to push free from my sheath.

My wet dick pokes into my oversized gut and starts rubbing against my stomach as I continue to grow hard. I try to stifle my moans so I can focus on the faint noises coming from my belly, but my gut grumbles and not only causes the human to start kicking, but his activity stiffens my penis till I'm full mast and dripping with lust in a matter of seconds!

The little guy's movements start to become more desperate, and I can only imagine the fear he must feel right now. Is he scared because his skin has melted from his bones and he's experiencing unbelievable pain? Or does this fear stem from the realisation that he's about to die inside of me? I've always enjoyed trying to imagine what my meal must be thinking, and with how frantic this kid is thrashing, it's not hard to imagine his terror.

I stop rubbing my belly and push myself up enough to look down at my shaking stomach, and as I do, I find a wicked smile curling my lips as I see the indentation of his hands pressing into my scales from the inside; His fingers curling as if trying to claw his way out. The sight of my meal trying to escape has always been one of my favourite parts, especially when I can taste their meaty flesh with every burp I make.

I don't waste another moment to reach around my swollen gut and grip my throbbing cock as my need to release is even more desperate than when I had first licked the human's ass. The sensation of him freaking out inside of my stomach only adds to the strong feeling of domination I hold over him; The type of pleasure only a predator can feel when devouring its prey. My veins pulse with ecstasy as I glide my hand up and down my shaft, relishing in the sensation of his fists pounding beneath my scales.

It's been just over three months since I ate that lynx. I had accidently killed that poor boy by fucking him too roughly, so I made sure to fill this human up with enough saliva to ensure that he didn't die before I could get him inside of my stomach, and I've got to say, the efforts are well worth the results~

I'm not sure if people have become weaker since the fall of the Dragon Empire, or if eating them was just easier when I was younger. We never had to jump through loopholes to devour anyone back in the day, so that could have something to do with it? I think that eating someone who is fully aware of what you plan to do to them is different from surprising my partners like this.

My stomach rumbles and shakes alongside the human's frantic movements and causes my wanking to quicken. I lick my lips as I watch my belly stretch from his efforts and moan as I hear his anguished voice bubble inside the juices of my gut. His desperation is fuelling my lust like an aphrodisiac, causing my grip to tighten around my shaft and for my pace to quicken wildly.

I'm beating off at a feverishly now, the human's movements pushing me closer to the edge faster than I've reached it in a long time. I really missed the feeling of live prey squirming in my gut as their life comes to an end~

My tail thrashes between my legs as I moan in utter bliss at the feeling of his flailing, the sight of him wriggling, and the taste of him on my tongue. I almost feel drunk from the euphoria pulsing through my veins, and after a few more strokes, I can no longer resist the lure of my jiggling gut.

Pressing my hand against the human seems to amplify his fear, because I hear him try to scream something through the stomach juices that are no doubt filling his lungs and inciting his movements to become even more frantic. My toes curl as I rub my belly and jerk off even faster, moaning alongside every kick and every grumble, feeling dizzy on the pleasure he brings me.

Gregor: “That's it, kid, give in and allow my gut to break you down~" My balls are slapping against my tail with every motion and my bicep bulging with the effort of my wanking. I start to press into my gut more forcefully, tracing my fingers against the bony shape of the human inside my belly and relishing in the feeling of his efforts to push my hand away.

I close my eyes and lick my lips as I recall how it felt to have the human inside my mouth, the sensation of his head slipping into my throat and bulging out my neck, and how good his fear tasted as I sucked my cum from his flesh and started swallowing him whole and alive.

The movements inside my belly become lethargic and less frequent, something that tells me that the human is about to drown in my stomach acids. My pace quickens to the point that I'm slamming my clenched fist into my bloated gut with every stoke, and with the thoughts of the little guy dying inside my gut, I'm able to push myself over the edge very quickly.

Bellowing out a roar, I hump into my hand as my climax hits me hard! Thick globs of white cum erupt from my cock like a fountain and rain down over my bulging gut. My toes curl and my tail flickers as the human inside of my belly starts convulsing and helps to amplify my already stupefying orgasm. I thrust desperately into my fist while slamming into the cold spunk I've been laying in and roar out once again!

My climax reaches its peak and my mind washes over in euphoria. Despite having drained my balls into the human, his body convulsing inside of my gut as he suffocates helps to keep a steady stream of jizz pouring from my dick, but as his movements slowly devolve into weak twitches, so too do I find my body collapsing back into the couch.

Breathing heavily and running both of my hands over my scales, I spread my hot spunk across my belly as I feel the human spasm while he drowns, smiling tenderly as I soak in the final movements of someone who was foolish enough to seek me out.

As I feel the very last jolt of his body finally giving up, my cock gives out one last spurt of cum as I realise he is now completely dead. The thought of him dying inside of me fills me with such pleasure that not even the afterglow of my climax can match the delight washing through my veins as I take a moment to remember the human's face and how delicious he tasted.

My gut rumbles and shakes before a meaty burb echoes across my room. My smile only widens as I taste the human's burnt flesh as the last breath he ever took escapes my lips, filling my mind with such a strong sense of dominance that I can practically feel my body becoming stronger.

Heh, and to think, the poor human was the one who had encouraged me to return to the Olde Rites. I was a little apprehensive before he gave me that little speech of his, not because I was scared of being caught, of course not, because staying here at the mansion has many perks, but I was so downtrodden from having that feline die that I wasn't sure if I should just give up or not. While it was nice eating that Lynx, as I can still recall his tasted even now, it wasn't exactly satisfying to swallow something that was already dead.

Heh, I wonder if the human would still have encouraged me if he knew what the Olde Rites truly entailed~?

Gregor: “Thanks for that extra push, little human~" Patting my belly, I feel out the form of his stiff body inside my gut and continue to massage it as my stomach gets to work on breaking him down into chyme.

Gregor: “And thank you for powering me through your sacrifice. I have no more doubts about helping my clan return to its former glory. All thanks to you~" Grinning mischievously, I reach between the couch cushions to fish out my alcohol and take one last sip before making myself comfortable.

Gregor: “Now rest. Let my stomach acids burn the flesh from your bones and turn you into the slop you were born to become. The only reason weaklings like you exist in this world is to serve us, and you've done an excellent job, so rest, rest now and allow my body to absorb you." Rubbing my belly, I can't contain my smile as I slowly drift off to sleep with images of the human's frightened expression when he finally realised that coming here was the biggest mistake he could ever have made in his short life.

~\V//~

James: “Hmm… So you say the last time you saw the human, he was wondering around the halls?" I smile mockingly as I wipe down the counter and feign a thoughtful expression.

James: “Well, these things tend to happen from time to time, do they not~?" Listening to the response form the intercom, I chuckle softly and nod along while tucking the cloth into the back of my trousers.

James: “Very well, sir. I will be sure to send someone over to clean up the… Mess. We would not want any of our other clients to get ideas of what truly goes on here, would we~?"

The End…?