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The Dragon Awakens

Serynthar arrived back home to his cave just after sunset on a warm summer’s evening. His belly swayed side to side as he padded in, the sounds of his gurgling stomach echoing off the walls. He’d just pilfered a couple of huge heifers from a farm a few leagues away.

He’d swooped down and grabbed the two cows, one in each talon and flew off to the forest to swallow each one whole and alive. His belly now only barely cleared the floor of his cave, but he wasn’t complaining. He tromped over to a pile of furs he kept as a bed, surrounded on three sides by his hoard of treasures, some monetary like gold and gemstones, others more sentimental. He had art pieces, sculptures, large tomes and even a few magical artifacts that protected and obscured his cave from most.

He lay down and relaxed on the pile of pelts coming from wolves, deer, a cow and even a couple bears. His stomach finally stopped squirming so much, so he rubbed it for a while, even giving a few test humps. However, he was a bit too tired to be horny at that moment, so he stopped and just hugged his belly like a pillow and drifted off into a deep, but very sweet rest.

_ The orange dragon watched from the bushes as a lone wolf passed. He was no longer a yearling, but he was still a bit smaller than he should be. He was a runt. Vinegar pumped through his veins, and he had something to prove. What could be more proof of his own strength than taking down another predator, one about his same size._

_ Serynthar crouched, his hind legs poised to leap. He lunged at the wolf whose back was turned. He gripped the wolf’s back and gave a strong bite to the back of its neck. It wasn’t meant to be enough to kill it outright, but it was enough to cow the wolf nearly immediately._

_ Before the wolf could give out a cry or try to get away, its muzzle was engulfed in humid warmth. Strong muscles latch on and pull it in with slow peristaltic pulses. Each swallow was slightly labored. This was the largest meal the dragon had ever consumed, and it really felt nice as he devoured it._

_ Once the wolf was halfway down his gullet, kicking and whimpering weakly, he repositioned himself, so they were on the ground in a straight line. The swallowing was quite easy after that little adjustment. The gulps slowed, his eyes closed in delight and his belly swelled with the large meal. The wolf’s paws were the only thing left as Serynthar stood up and licked them over. This encouraged some squirms from the wolf before all at once they were swallowed like the rest of the wolf. Then the world fades as something rudely cuts through._

The vague shape of a wagon train drove across the plains toward the monadnock jutting out of the flat ground. Rivers and streams snake across the landscape and a large woodland sits not a league from it.

The wagon train stops and humans, a great deal of them emerge. Men, women and children all start to unpack the wagons.

Time seems to speed up as houses are built, a large saw mill and a couple farms dot the landscape. The settlement grows, prospers. The dragons that normally patrol and terrorize the land don’t seem to live around here.

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Serynthar’s mind wandered back to pleasant memories of home. The world faded back in and he was now soaring across the land as a newly solitary dragon. His eyes were peeled for a place to call home, and his nose was even more alert as to not fly too close to any other dragon’s territory.

He was much bigger at nearly three decades old than he was when he first started hunting on his own. But as his siblings often told him, he was still a runt and would probably never be able to match the strength of a dragon his age. But he was determined. He may not be as tall or long as the average dragon, but he was stocky and incredibly strong. He was quick and agile on his feet too, able to fly circles around his siblings from an early age. His cunning was also nothing to scoff at. If he knew he had no chance in a fight, he had no qualms about fighting dirty to survive.

As he flew, a lonely mountain came into view, and his excitement was so great, his vigilance suffered. He didn’t notice until it was too late that there was a distinct strong scent of dragon in the area. This was someone else’s territory.

Then a glint of red on the horizon, and a blast of orange sears across his flank. He’s knocked off balance and falls into a dive to put the fire out. His fur was singed and his scales blackened, but it was nothing that wouldn’t grow back. Then he does what he does best. He flies up into the clouds, a streak of orange that the red dragon could barely track.

Then came a loud crack and roars of pain as Serynthar smashed into it from above. The smaller orange’s claws dug in as his dense body pulled the red dragon down. It thrashed and roared desperately but a final bite to its neck held it in place as the two dragons crashed into the water.

Serynthar climbed out of the water, sore but relatively unharmed. Then he dragged the, still alive but badly hurt, red dragon from the water.

“This could have been avoided,” Serynthar said, his voice gentle, smooth and deep, “But now, by rite of conquest, I claim you and your territory for myself.”

“I accept your rite,” the red dragon said, his voice raspy and pained, “I apologize for attacking you, sir. My name is Pyraxes, may I know the name of the dragon who bested me so handily.”

Serynthar nodded, “My name is Serynthar, and as is my right, I will give you a choice. You may go, start a life elsewhere and we may be allies, or I can eat you. I will treat you with respect. You will choose your method of consumption.”

Pyraxes approached Serynthar with a noticeable limp and a badly broken wing. “I wish to join with you. Please devour me with your anus so I may live on. We both know I will not survive my injuries.”

Serynthar’s smile spread across his face as he nuzzled Pyraxes’ neck and licked his wounds. “This I will do for you,” Serynthar whispers, his hot breath ghosting across his ear. The orange dragon spun around and lifted his tail. His pink pucker winked seductively at the red dragon and those balls and that fuzzy sheath all make for a beautiful frame.

Pyraxes leaned forward and started licking Serynthar’s anus before finding another, inexplicable slit. He didn’t much care; that anus was his new home, and he was eager to move in. The soft and pliable muscles slipped around his muzzle as he pushed in and gave a deep sniff. The musky warmth enveloped his senses, and he continued licking as he pushed deeper into Serynthar’s ass.

The orange dragon moaned out in delight. He’d taken plenty of prey anally before, but never a dragon. This would be a challenge, but he was very much up for it. He dug into the ground with his claws to stay put and used his well-developed muscles to pull the dragon in past his head, then his long neck. His ass spread to accommodate Pyraxes’ shoulders next.

Pyraxes, was also in heaven as he was slowly engulfed in that soft, fuzzy anus. The warmth was almost overwhelming, and his huge cock hanged below him, hard and needy. It dripped onto the ground and twitched periodically as his belly was pulled in next and his crotch was the next thing to be claimed. As he was pulled in, the squeezing sphincter tightened around his cock, pushing it back against his balls and undulating. The musky air, warm massage all around him and the sphincter’s pulsating pressure all contribute to a powerful orgasm once his cock is pulled inside. Pearly white dragon cum sprayed out of his cock and out Serynthar’s ass, coating Pyraxes’ hind legs and tail. The only remaining movements he made were small twitches in his tail and toes. Those, too, were swallowed up in a wet slurp.

Serynthar then rolls over onto his back and rubs his grotesquely bulging belly. He uses his tail to stroke his own cock and coax out his own climax. It comes out like a geyser, spraying hot, thick cum all over his belly and neck. He moans in delight and falls asleep to let his belly work.

Visions of the present cut in again, but they were much different. The small settlement was now a bustling town with palisades and some stone buildings. His mind, for some reason, focused on a young man of about 18 years. He had no idea who this was, but something told him he was important somehow.

He wass a farmer and a hunter for the town. Serynthar witnessed a full day’s work for the man and was surprised somewhat with his determination and willingness to do what was necessary. Bravery and courage were all exemplified in this young human.

Serynthar’s mind was quickly brought back to a more recent memory. After decades of living in his cave, he was relaxing on the ledge overlooking the plains when he spotted a dragon entering his domain. Before his instincts can kick in and tell him to attack this intruder, he decides to let them approach. He looked at them and made sure they could see him. It was a female, he noted, small though, just this side of adult he muses to himself. It had been a while since his most recent mating, and he was eager for it.

The female, a lovely shade of green with a white underbelly, landed on the ledge and looked up at Serynthar who towered over her by several feet. She bowed low, prompting the bigger male to reciprocate.

“Welcome to my abode, I am Serynthar,” He said with a gentleness that belied the normal dynamic between a large, usually territorial dragon and a much smaller intruder.

“I… I’m surprised, Serynthar,” She replied with a quiet voice that sounded like music to his ears. “My name is Sulmira, I-I was expecting to be summarily executed if you caught me flying through your territory. Why have you welcomed me instead?”

“Because you’re obviously not a threat, Sulmira,” Serynthar pointed out as he lay back down to get to her level. “Please relax, tell me about yourself and where you’re headed.

“I… Thank you sir,” She laid down and relaxed a little before starting to speak, her fearful stammer fading, “I come from the west, and I just left my family’s nest to try and find my own way in the world. I’m not really sure where I’m going, just wandering, trying to find a place to live. I do apologize for trespassing, I just wanted to take a shortcut through. Thought I’d be small enough to escape your notice.”

“Oh no apologies necessary, little one,” He smiled and nuzzled her and gives a gentle lick across her face, “But are you aware of the traditional consequences of trespassing?”

“Yes sir, in extreme cases, death by whatever means you choose,” She gulped, “But I hear many will mate with their trespasser and let them go with their progeny.”

“Exactly correct,” He said, kissing her cheek, “Which would you prefer, an extended stay in my belly or mating with me?”

The thought of being mated by such a powerful male already aroused her. The gentle kisses and licks helped as well, and she finally said, “I’d like you to mate with me.” She said quietly again, prompting Serynthar to comfort her some more with licks.

“Good, I’d hate to eat someone so lovely,” He slumped over on his side, exposing his big, jiggly belly and his fuzzy package. “Have you ever pleasured a male before?”

“No…”

“Then let me teach you…”

Serynthar guided Sulmira to his balls and instructed her on how to handle and lick them to get the best outcome. And she seemed to have a natural talent, she loved massaging his balls and that thick sheath was just so fun to play with. She felt herself becoming aroused as she was getting his huge, ridged cock, glistening with a film of precum, out of its sheath. Soon he was humping the air, signifying his need for something warm to bury his cock into.

The next lesson was how to stand underneath a dominant dragon. Front legs bent, head bowed, ass in the air and tail curled, and she followed every instruction, hanging on every word. He got on top of her, licked her neck and latched on with a mating bite, not enough to break the skin, but just enough to hold her in place. He aimed and pushed.

“There we go…” Serynthar said with a sigh. He pushes in only an inch or two at first, not wanting to break her.

Sulmira gave a soft yelp. The pain and pressure got to her first, but soon it dulled, and the pleasure of the situation shined through.

The male very slowly pushes in, not thrusting or anything fast or violent. His girth stretched her to her limit, and when he met excessive resistance and stopped, deciding to thrust only that far until she could take more.

When he pulled out, she suddenly felt very empty, missing his huge presence. But it was quickly put back and the thrusting began. He pulled out a few inches and pushed back in at a fast cadence. With each thrust he was getting deeper and deeper, getting her used to the size and girth until she cried out and orgasmed.

He grinned and kept thrusting, getting her to climax again and again until he finally pushed all the way to the hilt and exploded inside her. Gallons of cum spilled into her and stretched her belly until it touched the floor. Soft moans escaped the both of them and he pulled out after a few moments, leaving her full and leaking.

“Serynthar… I… I-“

“You don’t have to say it… Oral, anal or cock?” He asked, most dragons submitted to his stomach after being mated. He had no idea why, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Cock… please… Make me your next load,” She panted.

Serynthar didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her hind legs and gently pushed them into his cock slit. His urethra immediately swelled and stretched to accommodate her claws as warmth enveloped her paws. They both moaned in sync as she was pulled in at an alarming rate. Within a few moments, her haunches were swallowed up, then her sloshing belly slid in. Her shoulders were next as the undulating flesh engulfed her further. Her head was a slower process with Serynthar attempting to slow her descent. His balls were already stretching and bulging in multiple different directions until she got herself curled up. Her final moments in the outside world were framed by Serynthar’s pink, fleshy cock. It closed around her with a slurp and finished pulling her in.

His dreams were, once again, interrupted by visions of the present and he realizes one of his scrying stones was keeping him appraised of the events going on just outside his cave. He also realizes he had been hibernating all this time. With all this new information clicking in his mind, he barely registers that he’s being shown the man from the previous vision, now much older, approaching his cave, even finding the entrance despite the concealment charms. He knocks.

Serynthar heard it in his head and his ears. He stirred from his slumber and trudged on half asleep legs to the entrance and dismissed the concealment.

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