Gold Inside and Out
Dragons are not to be trifled with
A commission for Arcane Akuno
Gold Inside and Out
Dragons are not to be trifled with
If there’s one thing an Orc might have learned in their many lives, it is never to bother a Dragon. Nevertheless, a metallic Dragon. Furthermore, a Dragon whose hoard was as sizable as a mountain once inside the lair.
“Please! O mighty Dragon! I shall repent! I shall never step foot inside your domain!”
The cries filled the cavern, resonated against the cold stone, against the wide walls… Against the entire structure… And then against the gold coins, the jewelry, the trinkets…. Even the artifacts of yore formed a treasure that would have been enough to support the conquest for a century. And yet, all for naught as the large, bulky, and hairy Orc dropped to his knees on the cage, his piggish face pressed against the bars.
He was but another ‘trinket’ in the collection, and if he desired, he could stuff his pockets with gold… If he had any left.
But no.
Naked and exposed, Xarosh looked like a puny toy. His chiseled body, covered with scars, could do little against the enchanted golden bars. And though he wasn’t thirsty or hungry or dirty, thanks to the enchantments, he was… Limited.
“You are getting boring, Xarosh,” replied a voice.
Replied the pile of gold, with blue eyes opening on the Orc, the slitted pupils observing the Orc’s every movement. Even as the Orc stood up.
“I didn’t know that was your gold! I promise.”
A scoff replied.
One that followed with the pile shifting, the cage slipping, and Xarosh tumbling inside the cage until his sore body landed on the bars. And he saw the stature of that enormous Golden Dragon, not as big as an elder… Shrink.
The Dragon had been afoot before him, but now it was shrinking. And shifting, the scales clinging together as the Dragon’s wings shrank, as the posterior legs turned into arms. And the spine straightened so the Dragon could be on two feet. Limited, smaller. But definitely two heads above the Orc who’d been described as a titan for his kind.
The Dragon looked at his wrists and arms before the gulping Orc, before he rolled his eyes.
“You knew this was my lair.”
“I- I couldn’t have known! I-“
“Liar,” grumbled the Gold Dragon, pointing a finger as he turned, showing one pink scar spread all over his right side. One the scales hadn’t covered yet. “You shot me with one of those primitive cannons. And when I had to flee, you ran to the heart of my domain with your armies. But now that I routed them, you are begging for… forgiveness?”
Oh. The Gold Dragon laughed, passing a hand over his chiseled pecs as he laughed, though the sound was wrong: too deep, too powerful. It was a rumbling shaking the earth that was even making more gold slip… Before he stopped, in front of the anxiously laughing Orc.
“Mortals. Always so prideful. You ask for forgiveness? I will give you penance.”
The Gold Dragon raised a hand and snapped it, releasing the hulking Orc as he scrambled out.
“Thank you! Thank you for your kindness!” said Xarosh, split flying over his chin and beard.
“Kindness? Do not be presumptuous.”
Xarosh’s red eyes widened. The moment he stood up on his feet, his limbs stiffened. Arms and legs did not reply to his orders, as he was forced to stand like a statue before the Gold Dragon. Dragon, who stepped around, his fingers drumming his elongated muzzle and pecs.
Hums and growls followed as the Dragon seemed truly enthralled by the inspection, passing a careful eye over all the details composing the Orc’s anatomy: the back and the buttcheeks, hairy; the pectoral muscles, broad and thick; the thighs, generous and tense. Even the testicles, low-hanging and fuzzy.
A touch that elicited grunts from Xarosh, his teeth gritting against his will.
“This is adequate,” said the Gold Dragon, stopping in front of the Orc, smiling.
“What… What?! What are you planning, Dragon?!” roared Xarosh, his mouth opening fully to show his glimmering teeth.
Meanwhile, his hands followed someone else’s orders and his hands locked on his nape, in a presenting way, while his legs widened, allowing the Dragon to observe the final detail of the Orc’s anatomy: a cock, uncut, with a rather peculiar length and a longer foreskin.
Foreskin the Dragon pinched, pulled on, and then peeled back to reveal the mushroom-like tip. A tip he stroked with the tip of his index finger.
“Very adequate,” said the Dragon, his fingers warming up as they touched the flesh and… Pushed against it, while magic seemed to suffuse through, and be infused in the Orc’s shaft.
And… Xarosh groaned, moaned, his head thrown back against the hands while his body shuddered; his cock felt warm and warmer. His groin was heating… And so were his testicles as they were now… Churning. Audibly.
“What… is this magic?”
“A curse,” said the Dragon, chuckling and releasing the tip. Though as blood rushed inside the shaft, bloating it, the organ soon bobbed up and down with its tip pointing back at the Dragon. Pointing and dripping towards it.
“… A- A curse? Why… Would you torture me? Is that… Your penance?”
“Torture you? No. No. No, no, no. How can you believe that!” laughed the Dragon, his fingers descending towards his groin.
His own groin with his genitals that were outwardly. But whereas the Orc’s testicles were low-hanging with brown hair, the Dragon’s were tighter to the chest and rounder. His penis lacked a foreskin. But as blood rushed in, filling the organ and swelling it… So appeared the papulaes around the wide tip, the ridges along the length that coalesced on the underside, right above a throbbing and pulsating knot.
A knot that looked wider, and not by much compared to the tip that was bobbing up and down… And pointing at the Orc’s groin.
“I am not a monster. I am… Giving you all the gold you want. I will make it so you cannot anger another Dragon or be dangerous to our kin,” said the Dragon, grabbing the Orc’s cock.
And… Pushing on the tip’s side, the fingers scissored the tip to have the urethra at the middle spread out. An urethra whose smell was strong and pungent, befitting an Orc, no less a male. But also titillating the Dragon’s nose, his mustache shaken as he hummed and smiled.
“Oh. This is very good, Xarosh. You will make a good specimen.”
“What do you… Wait! It cannot fit! Don’t!”
Xarosh’s eyes, and so were the Dragon’s, had one focus: the approaching cocks.
The Dragon’s length was much bigger than the orc: width and length were with no contest. The Dragon’s sheer size was such that it could easily fit the Orc’s inside it.
And yet, that was the Orc’s cock that was getting stretched and teased. That had the urethra being forced open before the Dragon’s cocktip pressed… Against it.
“No! No! No! It will hurt! I-“
Xarosh’s mouth stopped speaking, swallowing.
With a suction, with a surprising and impossible suction, the Dragon’s cocktip was slipping inside. A glance down, and it was possible to see how the flesh was getting magically reshaped. Skin and flesh were accumulating, the organ thinned and hollowed out to accommodate the Dragon’s length as it slipped inside without so much as a hint of warmth.
But the sensation? It was alien, intrusive, impossible… Mind-crumbling.
After all, the interior of his urethra was lined with sensitive flesh.
The moment that flesh was squeezed from within, as that organ was stretched and slowly but steadily fucked like a mere cunt… The Orc gargled. His eyes closed, his head faced up. And his tusks almost dug into his lips each time he took a breath.
His chest lifted and dropped at an impressive speed while Xarosh seemed far taken by the sudden penetration. By the abuse… And then, by the warm presence nestled deep within his cock…
A presence that was now at the edge of truly penetrating the base of his cock, and to have that same cock knotted by the wide base.
A little push more, a little advance… And Xarosh’s bulging cock would be conquered.
“S-Stop,” he moaned, his voice slurring. Sweat dripped over his face, and his eyes were unfocused, dancing from one detail of the Dragon’s body to another. But never on the horns, the broody brows, or the blue eyes. Only down.
Right as the Dragon grabbed the Orc’s chin and lifted it, forcing both to see eye to eye.
“Why not? I am gifting you your penance. All the gold you desire.”
“The… Gold?” gargled Xarosh, strangling himself on his own saliva; he couldn’t swallow.
“Yes. Gold. All the gold you desired to the point of wanting to kill me. You will have it… Gold all over you. And inside your balls… Devouring them”
“Go-Gold?” repeated Xarosh, dumbstruck… And then howling when the tip of the Dragon’s length prodded something inside him. “Devouring them?”
“Yes! Gold eggs! Gold Scales! Gold semen! Gold… Self. Isn’t that why you desired what’s mine?” chuckled the Gold Dragon. “For the mere price of your pride.”
“N-No?”
Xarosh’s reply was quite weak. But his voice turned into a cry. A desperate cry.
That cock pushed through something impossible. And though pleasure soared through the Orc, making his eyes roll. So came the burn.
He was feeling his orgasm, but wrongly, with that cock now nudging the flesh that tried desperately to stay close. And yet… Had to open under the magic that had been infused inside the Orc.
Xarosh cried. He roared again, spit flying across the air and landing on the Gold Dragon.
Steadily, assuredly, the balance of pleasure and pain shifted. Xarosh’s eyes were bloodshot, his lips going to a darker purple. Something warm, hot, poisonous, was pumped inside him. Meanwhile, the Gold Dragon smiled, his testicles swelling by the second.
“Do you want to know what that curse is doing?”
Xarosh didn’t answer in voice but through a gargle.
His face contorted into a snarl, his teeth showing, that influx of sensations shook the Orc. Pain, burn… Suffering. It was a rod being inserted within him and growing… Growing tenfold. Thousandfold. And splitting inside him while his groin was stretched from within.
“I will… Fill your testicles with my essence, and it will devour them. Then your pride, until you are a proper servant for my kin.”
Xarosh’s agony did not falter.
Sure, he wanted to cry and beg for mercy. But those words eluded him now.
Sure, he would have wanted to snarl, bite, or even face that smiling and satisfied Dragon before him. His groin was a brasero, a molt being filled with something that ought not to be someone’s fluid or semen. Xarosh’s reason eroded as he felt it going down his scrotum.
As he could feel the twin sensation of a horrid fire inside his testes… And yet, wouldn’t know a thing about the fur dropping and replaced by… Hints of gold.
“You will become a Dragonkin. A slave for us. I usually detest that method because it is needlessly cruel. But in your case, it is adequate. You will become one of us and understand why you shouldn’t have attacked me.”
Xarosh’s snarl remained.
Despite the pain and horror, his prostate was itching. Yearning. Craving that orgasm. But this time, he didn’t have to fight it. No, the progress was far too slow to be a normal orgasm. And though he could sense the weight plaguing his groin, his abdomen… His testicles. He was… overwhelmed. He could smell the faint smell of burnt flesh.
Finally, his tears rolled down his cheeks. It was surreal, abnormal, impossible. From the penetration to the slew of sensations or the pain he experienced.
But it was happening.
It happened as his testicles churned and grew heavier with something that wasn’t his. With a fire whose origin was the Gold Dragon’s testicles that were lifted every so often, their content pumped relentlessly inside the Orc’s body. Molten gold.
“It feels strange, doesn’t it?”
Xarosh blinked twice. An unfitting answer if it wasn’t for the Dragon probing his mind and finding nothing but that veiling pleasure.
“You cannot feel it. But now, your seminal glands have been consumed. Your epididymides are swollen beyond measure. Soon enough, the interior of the testicles and the seminal vesicles within will be consumed, too. Your very essence is killed inside each cell that is overtaken. But… I am sure those words are way over your head.”
The Gold Dragon chuckled, reading the absence of reaction indeed. Of knowledge. And instead, he transmitted what he saw: the magma-like semen rushing down the tubes to the gonads after they went inside the seminal glands. On its path, the semen devoured the weak flesh… Burned it. And replaced it with its own. It burned the land to recreate it, fitting. But it killed it. Killed them through the heat and the pressure that was forced on the inner walls.
And just as the Orc’s cock had been reshaped, so were his testicles after their destruction. So was the metal flesh that was growing inside the scrotum, with new tubes growing while the organs seemed to inflate… Inflate in that scrotum that was steadily getting coated in gold. Gleaming scales.
But Xarosh wouldn’t see it yet. He wouldn’t know yet about his body being rewritten.
Only the pain remained. Lessened to spare parts of his mind. But allowed to ravage his ego. The horror as his genitals were swollen with molten metal, and in return, every part was consumed to be remade.
A horror from which he couldn’t return. A horror that was so intense, the Orc was reduced to a blabbering and drooling mess while that compunction spell still held him.
And then… As the apex of the Dragon’s ejaculation approached… So came the grunts.
The growls… The huffs… And finally, as the Dragon closed his eyelids, he… Came.
Not pumped. Came.
His testicles lifted. His cock throbbed. Even his abdominal muscles tensed while all that magma-like cum that had been churning inside his balls was pumped out… And inside the Orc. In half a second, the Orc’s balls suddenly sagged heavily inside the golden pouch… They throbbed, too, with the veins bulging on the outside, while their insides burned hot from the inflammatory reaction.
The sole reaction from Xarosh was to cry… Moan. And close his eyes altogether.
It was not an orgasm. The opposite of an ejaculation. An invasion so intense, even the compunction spell couldn’t stop him from trembling all the way through.
He cried, he roared, he drooled… He howled, too… As his cock grew red and swell… Especially at the base.
Only then was the Gold Dragon pulling back, his steps unsteady and his body trembling much like the Orc’s.
His hands reached for his elongated neck as he looked at the Orc, at the veins of gold already spreading from his groin, cutting through the fur and the fuzz. Gold that was already growing as the Dragon smiled, shaking his cum-coated dick.
“We might need a few more doses to get you transformed,” said the Dragon, licking his lips before the numb… And eye-rolling Orc.
His testicles were now covered in gold.
But inside? They were a fire, a brasero, a forge that wouldn’t stop or cool down even as the Dragon pulled back.
And then, much like how the Gold Dragon had pumped that red and magma-like cum inside… It flowed out. Flowed out of the Orc’s gaping and distended urethra.
Urethra the Dragon pried further open with a finger.
“The Gold isn’t pure enough for you, Mortal.”
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Eighteen eggs. Nineteen eggs. Twenty eggs.
The moans came each time before one. The suction, the sound of working muscles, the sphincter relinquishing its grip before releasing that gold and glimmering prize. It would roll and fall down the slope, only to cling against its many brothers.
Only then, with a quivering hand would Xarosh scratch another line to the count.
For a moment, his eyes drifted from the count, from the paper, to the gold surrounding him. The jewelry, trinkets, artifacts… All Master’s. All belonging to Master and only him. But then, he growled and his organs rumbled.
His inner walls pulled and yanked, forcing Xarosh to close his eyes as his former tight pucker, now turned into a donut, had to bulge outwardly before the precious golden-scaled egg crowned. Massive, the size of his head. And yet, ever going. Ever coming.
“Hmph!” Xarosh huffed, reaching for his belly, for the glimmering scales, while his tail smacked his back in a flocking motion.
“Xarosh! We have a guest!”
The call echoed through the cave, resonating on the walls and through Xarosh.
His blue eyes opened wider as he looked over his shoulder, while he’d been showing such a display. On all fours, the Dragonkin looked miserable after he’d been laying for the last hour.
Moreover, a groove had been dug into the stone under his hard cock, purposefully placed to collect something he’d been so eager to get. Gold.
For all the Gold Xarosh desired, his greed overwhelming, he produced it now. Gold… Pure molten gold that flowed out of his urethra into the grooves, to make new coins or whatever Master desired.
Then, as the stomps grew close… So came the reduced shape of the Dragons. Master, in glimmering gold. And a guest, in bright Red. Enemies, and yet, they were mingling.
Only for the Red to laugh at Xarosh’s sight.
“My… You told me you’d never agree to use that spell on a mortal,” nudged the Red.
“The circumstances required it,” huffed Master, before turning to Xarosh. “My friend wants to examine your eggs.”
“Yes, Master.”
Xarosh nodded, his claws digging into the solid ground as he pushed the egg. One… Perhaps the biggest he’d have. He even grabbed his buttcheeks while his knotted cock shot. And… The egg rolled down, only to be collected by the Red Dragon.
“Good Xarosh! I will fill your nuts again tonight!” said Master, clapping his hands.
“So what? You improved my spell so he can lay eggs. I can do that, too. You know?” replied the Red Dragon, barely giving heed as Xarosh was again moaning, dripping… And about to lay another egg. One among the infinite numbers that were already crowding his guts.
“Sure… But they are all fertile… And mine.”
“Wait-“
“Can you tell me all your slaves can bear your hatchlings? Certainly none. None… Like Xarosh,” said the Dragon, pointing at the Dragonkin laying another egg… And another. A brood whore for Master.