Proving Grounds
The annual dragon fest is going on once more. Having lots of competitions going on for things such as best flier always brings lots of attention. Revakulgr had made himself a name and holds the title of top breeder for three years running. Having missed the last few years, he figured he should give the audience a show on why he holds the title of most prolific and top breeder.
Dragon Fest was the most anticipated event of the year, a gathering where humans and dragonkin alike were able to come together and witness the incredible prowess that each contestant had to offer. It was a whole week filled with events, and it covered acres of land so that there was enough space for everyone to attend. Various stalls lined each section of the festival, allowing guests to sample delicious treats from far corners of the world and engage in the delights of each other’s cultures. For humans who were prone to collecting souvenirs, there were always plenty of vendors selling merchandise to remind them of the event.
It was a global affair, one that was attended by the best and brightest in the world, and it was part of why the festival was renowned for being the home of true champions. The dragons loved to show off, stretching their wings and giving every competition their best (and most dramatic) shot to see who came out on top, and the humans who attended to watch loved every second of it. There was something for everyone, with contests ranging from the best flier and most impressive wingspan to the best breeder. The latter of these was a favourite among humans who craved the affections of a dragon and desired to be sired by one.
For three years running, Revakulgr had been named the champion of many of these competitions, but he was most well-known for holding the title of top breeder. He was a showman at heart, and every time he was in the ring alongside his rival, he would put on a show the audience would never forget. He was famed for being the most prolific breeder, an icon that held the hearts of many who attended Dragon Fest. His impact was so great that he was still talked about years later, even though he had failed to take part for the last five years. Each year there were new whispers that he might be participating, and each year he failed to show.
It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy attending Dragon Fest; he enjoyed it every year and took great pleasure in both the attention and the number of victories that came his way. After his third consecutive win, he felt almost bored with the concept - there had been no suitable dragons to compete against, and they paled in comparison when they joined him in the arena. Revakulgr was skilled not only in showmanship and entertainment but also in the art of providing women with the greatest pleasure of their lives. He took great pride in his work, and that was why he had always felt his victories were well-earned.
This year was different. It had been so long since he had taken part or even visited as a guest that the urge took him. He listened to the excited rumours about his possible return each year, and he decided that making it a reality would really bring an added layer of excitement to the festivities. After all, who wouldn’t want to see the reigning breeding champion back in the ring to see if he could claim his crown once more? He stretched his wings, his black scales shimmering in the morning light, giving them a quick test flap before taking off and heading to the festival grounds. He could see his welcome already, the excited cheers of every onlooker.
He wasn’t disappointed when he started to circle the designated landing zone. From the moment his enormous and imposing form was spotted in the sky, crowds of dragons and humans alike began to gather - cheering and calling his name as he found a large enough spot to settle. At 20ft long and 10ft tall, he was one of the larger dragons attending the festival, and he stood tall, and straight once he landed so that the audience could take him in fully. He puffed out his chest as he swelled with pride, allowing himself a long moment to bask in the glory that surrounded him. It felt good to be back, and it would feel even greater stepping back into the arena.
Revakulgr paraded through the grounds, heads turning everywhere he walked as whispers raced through the crowds about his return. The other contests meant nothing to him as he walked past each of them, turning his nose up at the races and flying contests that so many other dragons were taking part in. He headed straight for the breeding grounds, the arena he was made for, and he smirked to himself as he noticed the great crowd of humans and dragons that was following him. The entirety of Dragon Fest had come to a standstill, and they were only halfway through the first day. He’d expected to have an impact, but perhaps not one quite this large.
The arena was practically unchanged, left in much the same way as it always was, and he felt a rush of adrenaline as his clawed feet stepped on familiar ground. The soft grass felt good as he folded his wings back, stepping into the middle as the surrounding seats began to fill up rapidly. For now, he was the only dragon there, and the announcer was already preparing to update the audience on what was happening.
“Ladies and gentlemen, today we have something completely unprecedented and exciting. The one, the only, Revakulgr has decided to grace us with his presence after five years of absence!” The commentator’s words echoed throughout the festival, and the audience roared in response. “His competitor will be last year’s winner, the mighty Horgan!” A dazzling blue dragon emerged from the other side of the ring, flapping his wings in a display of elegance. “But who will volunteer to be bred by these incredible studs?”
Revakulgr watched as two women sauntered into the ring, each completely naked and ready to be taken. The one that approached the black dragon introduced herself as Jasmine, her dark hair matching his scales perfectly as she brushed a hand along his large purple belly. Her figure was perfect, with wide motherly hips and full breasts that bobbed gently when she walked. From her accent, she was a country girl, and the feral dragon found something about that even more alluring. He purred softly as he watched her lay down on the soft grass in front of him, her body ready and able, and his cock began to harden in response to her submissiveness.
He was blessed with being well-endowed, and he reared to show off his impressive 12-inch cock alongside its wide girth. The cheers from the crowd only egged him on as he went back down and pushed it inside her, listening to her loud moans as his member filled her cavern. His hefty balls swung masterfully as he pumped gently, building up momentum and letting the audience feel the anticipation alongside him. Beside him, his opponent had already flipped his volunteer over, putting her on her hands and knees while he took her from behind. Revakulgr scoffed, listening to the audience and the pace at which they cheered and clapped.
In response, he matched his thrusts to their cheers, keeping in time with them, and they were quick to notice. He lifted his front legs as they altered their tempo and watched as he changed his in time, waving his arms to encourage them to do more. His rival began to roar and moan loudly as he moved hard and fast, putting on an impressive display of speed that Revakulgr might have approved of if they had been in a ring for amateurs. Was this really the level of competition they had stooped to in his absence? He decided to up his game, show Horgan what true champions were made of, and what the breeding competition was really about.
He looked down at the woman under him, the way her eyes had rolled back from the sheer pleasure of the experience as her mouth hung open in a desperate plea for more. The black dragon began to twitch and jerk his cock while it was inside her, using only those muscles to continue the motions - a display of his sheer power and sexual prowess. Her whole body spasmed from the sensation, her arms falling back behind her head as she went limp and succumbed to the experience. Revakulgr looked over at his opponent, the blue dragon’s jaw slack from awe, and gave him a smug look of victory. This would be an easy win.
As he continued to thrust, showing off in every possible way, he could feel himself coming close to orgasm. The way in which her pussy gripped his shaft, never wanting to let it go and begging him to keep it deep inside her, was more than enough to send him absolutely wild. His opponent was losing momentum, and while it was clear his volunteer was having a good time, she continued to look over at the state of catatonic bliss that Jasmine was locked in as a result of taking Revakulgr’s cock. The audience began to clap faster, begging him to increase the speed, and he obliged, stretching out his wings and shadowing the area in a great display.
He could feel his orgasm building, the climb to his great finish almost there, and with a few final thrusts, he felt himself unload. He allowed his cries of pleasure to release in the loudest possible way, the roars and moans echoing throughout the whole of Dragon Fest. Beside him, his opponent did the same, but Revakulgr knew exactly how to throw him off. Dramatically, the black dragon cupped his claws around his ear, making it seem as though he couldn’t hear Horgan and that his orgasm was weak and quiet. The audience roared with laughter, taking huge delight in the way Revakulgr humiliated his opponent.
All the while, his own orgasm continued loudly, and he filled Jasmine to capacity beneath her. His seed was so great that it began to leak out even though his cock was acting like a plug to keep as much inside her as possible. The audience continued to cheer, all their focus on Revakulgr as Horgan finished his orgasm and was practically ignored by his once-adoring fans. The black dragon finished, slipping his cock out and watching as excess cum poured from Jessica. Her body was limp, the number of orgasms she’d experienced too much for her to cope with, and she needed a long moment to recover.
It was a no-brainer; there was no possible way that Revakulgr could be announced anything but the winner, and he took his wreath and medal with great pride as his flaccid cock now hung proudly in its large sheath. He stretched his wings out once more, flapping victoriously as the crowd went wild once more. It might have been a few years since he was last here, but Dragon Fest would never forget him. This had been exactly what he needed, the perfect boost to his confidence and the best possible comeback after a long break. Now, he had the opportunity to enjoy the festival and, by the looks of things, a little more of Jasmine as well.