IX: Segmentium

Hal was jerked awake by a flock of birds that flew over his head, screeching and chirping in the throes of mating calls and the first pairings of the season. Most had taken a rest on his back and on his horns, some even decided to start making nests and protested as vehemently as birds could when his massive body shifted and moved around, stretching and yawning. The dragon yawned and at long last shooed the last of the birds off his backs and watched them settle down on the many, many branches of the trees around him. Still half asleep Hal moved to the nearby creek and shoved his head under the water, almost bumping his snout on the riverbed with how big it was, and drank in large gulps, staying below the surface also to wake himself up somewhat. A minute later he emerged and stretched again, moaning happily with each pop and crack of his bones after sitting on the ground for an entire night.

"Hey can someone... oh, right." Hal looked around, expecting to see the many nagas he had gotten used to see every moment of his say going about the cave or the ever growing camp outside but he then remembered he wasn't at the village anymore. There were no sounds of life other than the birds and the few animals that could bear being in the presence of the dragon, nor the soft taps of the paws of the latest additions to the village, the two werewolves he had personally turned into lesser copies of himself, progenitors to a new breed that would eventually be numerous enough to go out in the world when the time was due. "I left."

He felt sad for a moment, because he had taken quite the liking to the overgrown snakes he had also taken under his wings a few weeks before, their care for him and their undying love and trust in him, as well as the many attentions he was given in the morning when he woke up and before bed. The nagas loved him more than he loved them because he saved their entire village, they never failed to show him that, tending to his carnal needs whenever he was even remotely aroused or in the mood, sometimes getting him in the mood for their own pleasure. His cock was poking from the vast sheath bobbing under his belly, the massive tube of flesh oozing dense pre with each beat of his powerful heart. If he had remained in that cave, he'd have been assaulted by the several females and males who were on duty for his morning release, he'd be licked clean and brought to climax as the morning sun rose higher and higher. Unfortunately he wasn't being teased nor licked at the moment but his needs were there nonetheless, and they were insistent. The tip of his cock pushed the rim of his sheath wider and wider, ten feet of shaft glistening in sheath fluids preceded another foot and then one more until fifteen were jutting from his nethers, stiff, dripping pre and throbbing. The immense swathe of his sack sloshed between his legs, bigger than the night before, heavier, more packed with seed. He grunted, licking his cock tip for long seconds, feeling more of his length slip free from the depths of his body, even more needy than before. Hal frowned: he could try to work this out himself but, he had to admit, he wanted someone else do it, or a partner to share the pleasure with at least. So much time spent with others that lined up for him on a daily basis had taken a heavy toll and he wasn't so much keen on spending hours pleasuring himself to get his release, he wasn't in the mood to experiment with his powers to hasten the process, it wasn't something he just wanted to waste. He just wanted to get the nagging feeling out of the way, but he was being lazy. Forcing himself to retreat back in his sheath, Hal sighed and took flight again, letting his gut guide him for one more day of travel. It was worse than when he had left the valley by quite the margin.

The bronze god of fertility had first left the relative peace of his cave a month before, letting his bigger mate Hela in charge of the ever growing army of his spawn, all eighty of the hatched dragons he had sired with the three adults he had taken as mates, plus the unknown number of eggs they must have laid in between then and now. He had made sure that his broodmother would have enough seed to pop out hundreds of eggs, made her immobile on the cave floor together with his one male mate right before departing, not forgetting about the one in charge of course, she got her fat share of eggs and a nice extra tool to give the other two some more in case she wanted to spend some time. He had then landed in a storm, giving solace to a village of nagas and lamias, which, following the orders he had received from a god, he then turned into a new species altogether, spreading the new breath of life he had been imbued with. He offered a werewolf his help in repopulating the world with new pups and in the process had created a second species altogether, gaining something himself in the process, something that throbbed insistently deep within his sheath, begging to be shoved under a female or male's tail and lock him in place. He had left because he realized, after four weeks of rest, that he still had something to do and he couldn't spend more time lazing around like that. Separating from the creations he had brought into the world had been much harder than he had imagined but it was something Hal did with a heavy heart, promising that he'd either come back or meet them in his valley when their numbers were strong enough to travel the world, two days he had been out, alone. It was weird, to be alone, after so long, he wasn't sure he liked it, though falling asleep with only the sound of his breathing was quite refreshing, for a father who sometimes had to emerge from a heap of squirming bodies and needy mates begging for a good rut.

The winds were forgiving to him, gentle, helping the bronze dragon save energy but also making the journey all the more uneventful, boring even. One could draw only this much entertainment by watching clouds or counting sparse cities or settlements, be it human, elven, dwarven, or the occasional lizardfolk encampment. Once he saw a battle going on and he dove so close to the ground he halted the conflict entirely but that had been it and he begged the heavens for a change of scenery. When he at long last found it, he was disappointed again: the mountain range he flew over was even more boring, just an endless landscape covered in snow, evergreen forests, lakes and more mountains a few leagues after the last one. The chilly wind only gave him a slight feeling of cold on his most sensitive parts but even that was outmatched by the sheer heat his member gave off when he landed to relieve himself. The third and fourth night he spent in a cave, curled up on himself, finding that his morning wood was far more intense than before and his sack had swollen so much it touched the ground even from his near thirty feet of height, an outright ridiculous size that he compressed with magic and a hint of desperation. On the fifth night of travel, Hal gave up his attempt to restrain himself and save his precious seed for someone and decided, for the first time in ages, to spill it without anyone to enjoy it: the earth itself would become the receptacle. He remembered the very first time he came in this form, it had been all the way back at the Tuk village, with the same ground he had woken up on. The large cave he was in gave him the space to move around comfortable and so Hal relaxed his muscles, letting the pressure in his loins slowly becoming a pleasuring tingle. He purred, his claws digging large and deep gouges into the very rock as well over a dozen feet of cock skyrocketed out of his sheath, followed by large gouts of dense pre and fluids. He didn't stop and more came out, reaching his collarbone a moment later and then going further, passing his shoulders, his neck at last. The massive cock forced him to spread his limbs to the sides, the girth enough for him to rest on and hug with his entire frame as if a pillow, his sack gurgling, still repressed to a more manageable size. Without waiting a second, Hal grabbed a stone column that was near him, millennia's worth of droplets of water turned it into a perfect handle, the other forepaw latching onto the titanic cock underneath, keeping it steadily pointed downwards as he pushed his hips. The first thrust of his muscles pulverized several feet of stone, turning it into gravel that mixed with seed as the production of his balls amped up, mixing with each potent pump of his heart and hips, swiftly becoming a hard substance denser than wet concrete, filling in the gaps of the rock beneath. The dragon grunted feeling the constant cycle of hard rock breaking under his cock, softening with pumps of seed and then hardening, giving him the feeling of one of his mates clamping down on his rod over and over. Hal released the grip on the stone handle, roaring as he held on to the very ground and truly began to fuck the earth itself, his pumps as potent as if he was attempting to breed it. Cracks and fissures appeared around him, on the ceiling, on the floor, on the walls of the cave, filled in by thick sludge and the impossibly dense musk of a god of virility in rut. The mountain quaked, avalanches forming above as he picked up the pace, letting the magic in his body run wild, his balls so desperate to unload he lost control over the house sized orbs, hearing the sounds of more rock splintering with their constant expanse.

Deep within his sheath, something bigger and thicker than the widest point of his shaft started to make itself known, pushing the last few feet of cock out. Hal grunted, his own scent, the taste of his spilled seed on his cock as he licked it, the feeling of his sheath mashing into the ground, it all felt so good. The lamias were nice sure but he missed the warmth and tightness of his giant mate, her vent so ready to take him. The boiling blood in his veins provided all the warmth he needed and wanted, the snow outside melting as waves of heat wafted out of the cave together with potent musk and the sounds of the dragon's knot sloppily popping out of a sheath that could house a person, stretching it more than the cock that preceded it. The bulbous organ was far thicker than before, almost fully engorged but still missing that last foot but that didn't matter to Hal, who only desired to shove that knot into the ground and feel the extra pressure on his flesh. Time passed, the rock certainly pleasing to him but not enough to quickly take him to release, minutes turning into dozens and then into hours, his hips never stopping, never faltering in their goal of breeding Mother Earth and her mountains. The swell of his balls blocked the entire passage behind the dragon, still growing, still emanating a potent stench of male, sex, musk, sweat and spent seed. As the second hour mark hit, Hal pressed his knot around the mashed up stone beneath, claws digging even deeper into what was left of the floor and pushed hard, harder than before, feeling the same mix of cum sludge give way to his cock and clamp down on him as the pleasant pop of a knot slipping into the ground echoed in his ears. He gave a few weak thrusts but he had long since ran out of shaft, the very last inch buried into the ground, then his knot swelled one last time and he came. The howl woke up whatever life form was near him for dozens of miles, the mountain shaking as hundreds of gallons, no, thousands, rushed through his cock, pulverizing stone and minerals alike. The fissures that appeared on the sides of the mountain erupted with fresh spunk in massive waves as the balls of the dragon heaved and pushed out more and more and more seed. Hal felt so much pleasure it hurt, not even his mates would have been able to take him in this state, they'd have never let him spend this much time without release in the first place. His cock expanded still in the frothing mass of molten rock, the heat giving off steam as the very moisture in the air evaporated and the boiling seed turned snow into water only to be washed away by a roiling tide of dense spunk. His climax reached the foot of the mountain and kept going beyond, into creeks and rivers, countless life forms touched by his virility and magic, growing, changing, becoming other things which the same dragon causing the phenomenon wouldn't have imagined were he conscious to witness it. Tens of minutes passed and when he at last pulled out of the ruined earth, Hal passed out on the floor, surrounded by his musk and sweat, his cock aching so pleasantly he was still hard and hugged the massive rod, tongue lolling out to collect spent essence.

He was far too exhausted to stand for the moment but he didn't go to sleep, rather, he looked at the cave as the boundless amounts of magic in his seed began to change the earth he had flooded, dozens of thousands of gallons if not even more all seeping into the soil, the trees, the animals, the flowers. The cracks leaked still as the ground took on a whitish tint, neither clean snow nor warm spunk, rather a mix, the vegetation drinking from the underground tainted water reserves, growing up and out. New species of flower and plants sprouted here and there, minerals formed where pressure and temperature were just right. On top, the wildlife was much the same, becoming bigger and stronger, deer tripling in size, horns sharp enough to scrape bark off trees, rabbits faster, the foxes hunting them even more, a cycle of growth and evolution until the effects stopped and the entire mountain and every last inch of land touched by pearly white seed had become something else, the ground beneath wasn't spared. Hal felt proud but that sense of pride was cut short by the assault of hundreds of vines and flowers, coiling around him, feelers searching for warmth and more fluids to absorb, clearly the flood hadn't been enough. So close to the original source, squeezing the last remains of the dragon's orgasm out of the mammoth length, the plants of the cave grew even more wildly than their counterparts outside to the point that their roots cracked the earth once again and sprouted giant flowers outside, covering the entire left side of the mountain with reds and yellows, basking in the sun, warming up the cave. The bronze dragon shook off the vines with ease and walked out, finding no more snow but soft moss and grasses that yielded under his paws and weight, trees seemingly making way for him as he walked, branches and trunks shifting to allow passage. Beneath him his cock swung free, bobbing up and down, the last dregs of his climax dropping on the ground he walked on. The massive rod was slightly less thick than before, slowly but surely shrinking down with each step he made, his knot already deflated and sticking half out from the swollen and stretched sheath. Behind, still sloshing, still far too big, still the size of big tent and wobbling pleasantly under his tail, the dragon's sack sloshed and deep within the stretchy flesh it begged for more release. Hal had to control himself for if he truly and utterly put himself on that track he'd spend the next few days holed up somewhere to attempt that, which would just be an endless cycle of working himself up and then releasing, the time spent doing so only increasing lust and production, meaning he'd be at the start whenever he came. As much as spending countless hours coming and reaching that peak, he had a job to do, coincidentally... that job was to reach that very peak over and over, he just had to find the right excuse to do it.

Still burdened with a severely swollen sack sloshing heavily behind him, as pleasant as the weight of it was and the tingle that kept his loins peeking from that enormous sheath of his, the bronze giant gave up on his plans to fly towards his next destination, opting for a nice stroll through the forest that he had just gave birth to and headed for a random spot far in the distance again. His balls scraped the ground, leaving a deep gorge whenever he jumped or lowered himself, his cock swung heavy though barely half hard, leaking pre all over the place, a trail of fluids that further nourished the plants and the ground. He was proud of himself, extremely so in fact: his very seed was more than just that and, in some way, it truly adhered to its name, spreading life in ways no one else in the world could do. The gods above nodded and wished the dragon would one day reach the heavens to entertain them for eternity, then again, he had a task to see to the end for the foreseeable future. The miles piled up beneath his feet, the hours passed without making him any less tired of walking or trotting, his steps marking the long trail of his passage much in the same way his seed left clear marks on the animals and the plants. On the second day after seeding the mountain, just as he was musing on whether to do the same with another one, his body begging for release, demanding some kind of outlet, whatever it might have been, his nose picked up a scent quite unlike the others around him: it was rather dense, heavy, it made him sniff the air with curiosity and it smelled so very much like a male. Hal made sure to enjoy that fragrant musk, so virile, ripe, needy, the male that had left it was clearly saving himself for someone or something, so dense it was on the ground and in the air. The bronze dragon's stomach rumbled, hungry to taste such a powerful dragon's essence, his shaft sliding with wet sounds out of his sheath, eager to show himself to what his most deep of instincts told him was competition.

The more he smelled it, the more he could only come to the conclusion this was no normal dragon: it was just so powerful and so perfectly virile, he thought of himself many times, following a trail of musk and old pre left on the ground, but the scent carried a different taste, of warmth, cinnamon, rather than just pure rut as him. Hal was lost in that smell, the promises it brought him, the tantalizing taste of someone that maybe, just maybe, could bring to him the same pleasure that smelling himself after mating gave his partners. At the same time, while he was searching for the mysterious dragon, Hal's body amped up its production, his balls swelling behind him, gushes of pre and seed washing away the smell of the other male, leaving behind his own, marking the land, turning him on more and more as he got closer, the thought of erasing that delicious heady musk with his was just another source of pleasure and build-up. So close to the goal, the bronze giant did not care whether the other one was willing to accept him, he'd just rut the bitch till he was satisfied and the ground for miles around was smelling like his cock and his taint. It was the fault of such a nice smell after all, not his. Hal searched and searched and, at long last, after an hour of grunts, sniffs, needy moans that left the rocks smeared with dozens of gallons of cloudy pre, he found it: there was no cave, no lair, nothing that could possibly house the sight in front of him and Hal screamed in joy and shock inside. The male, the thing, sleeping soundly on the ground, curled up around himself, was no mere male, no: if the scent wasn't a dead giveaway, the size of the dragon was only able to cement that idea in his mind, too big to be normal. He didn't need much to tell that that dragon, of the same bronze as him, was just as big as he was, if not even bigger: curled up he looked like a small hill, hindlegs equally as thick, muscles stretching bronze glittering scales, a tail that made trees snap with ease, a head that rested on two arms that packed enough power to shatter rocks but most importantly... nestled between his legs was a monster that made Hal salivate and his stomach rumble with hunger even more, a cock that wafted a musk so dense it was the same as his own, soft but already big enough to make him feel the warmth from a dozen and more feet away. The roiling sound he had heard before wasn't the sound of his chest heaving, no, it was the same sound that two house sized orbs far too full of seed had, the two massive swells in a sack just as massive, sloshed and spread the legs of the dragon apart.

As proud as Hal was, as powerful as he was and as eager as he was to shove his cock down that huge maw, he had one last question that he had to learn the answer of: he knew what he smelled like, he knew what he looked like, but now... what did he taste like? Hal just had to know. The giant dragon was essentially his copy, almost the same looks, almost the same smell, almost the same oversized equipment. One would be foolish not to expect him not to have fallen in love with his own body long ago and of the immense abilities it had, so how could he not already love the male in front of him? Hal opened his mouth and his tongue flopped out, his nostril flaring wide to take in more and more of that heady musk, his cock hosing the ground in hundreds of gallons of a pre so dense it was closer to his seed than anything else. The male snorted and took in his smell, growling, a fraction of his own cock pushing out of that fat sheath and blasting Hal with another wave of musk, making him shiver. It was almost the same as smelling himself, but different, another taste to lose himself in. He licked his lips, his head diving low under the growing pillar of flesh and exhaled: the warm breath cause foot after foot of wet and slick cock push out, spilling like a tidal wave of pure flesh of a deep red. Then he pushed his snout on that sheath and inhaled. The rim of that loose ring parted around him, no, swallowing him, the smell of countless orgasms, of thousands upon thousands of gallons of spilled seed, concentrated musk, sheath-fluids... it was all burning its way down his lungs and into Hal's brain. At the same time, as if connected by fate, both males felt their cocks grow hard in seconds, two enormous spears spreading legs and arms, one pushing Hal up, so fat and engorged it was, his knot dormant but giving his sheath an even bigger bulge, the other mushing Hal's head against the inner flesh of the other giant, a deeper, stronger noseful of musk and long wasted loads making him shiver.

"Wha... what is going on?" Muffled by the thick flesh surrounding his ears, Hal didn't hear well the other male's words as he woke up, but he felt the shivers of pleasure and the untold gallons of pre splashing all around the tip of that cock above him, each pump vibrating throughout his body. Hal smiled and licked the very base of the male's shaft, causing more and more pre to bubble from within those balls and gush out to paint the landscape in liquid lust. "What the hell?" It wasn't long before his presence was discovered and the male pulled back, shoving Hal out of his sheath, his head coated in slime and reeking of spunk, the scent clinging heavy on his scales. "Wh-who are you?" He looked at the copy of himself with shock and then at the huge shaft making the other dragon's legs spread and almost supporting his own weight, the unknown dragon's pre staining his paws and belly. "What are you doing with your head in my sheath?"

"Taking a sample of course." His tongue shot out to collect fat dollops of sheathfluids, each as big as a human's head, each reeking of pure rut and sex.

"A s-s-sample?" Hal grinned wide, licking his lips of the dribbling fluids, stroking his cock with his paws, weak thrusts leaving deep marks on the wet ground.

"I wanted to know what you tasted like." The male gulped and scooted back, hugging his shaft with a comical expression as if to protect his purity or honour, but the sheer size and lewdness of the act only spurred Hal on. "You taste amazing." The saltiness of that swollen flesh, the taste of countless orgasms, he could feel it all on his tongue. "I want more." He pressed on and dove for a grapple, the male too shocked and frozen to make any movement in his defence, ending up under the mysterious dragon that had woke him up. Hal grinned as wide as he could, hissing and moaning as he felt the male under him squirm to get free of his grasp, their cocks pressed against each other so closely the friction caused sparks of pure pleasure in their minds, Hal's balls resting on another just as big pair, their weight overshadowing the denseness, deforming around each other in a cacophony of sloshing sounds and stifled moans. "Such a tasty morsel." Hal licked the dragon's cock again, dragging his tongue as far as his body allowed, leaving a wet streak of saliva that was quickly washed by massive gushes of pre, gravity helping him in dousing the male's head and chest in their combined lust. The dragon spat and struggled to swallow it all, so much pre, so much to drink, too much: it flowed around his head, into his mouth, around his neck. "Mmmmh... perfect... Where have you been all this time?" There was no answer as Hal attempted to grab both cocks in his arms, failing so massively he could only draw more sick pleasure from it, each shaft big enough that he couldn't even hope to encircle more than one at a time, yet he still tried and caused the both of them to moan and grunt loudly, feeling the other's flesh grind and exchange heat. "I'm Hal by the way. What about you, hot stuff?" He opened his mouth and latched in onto the leaking tip of the other dragon, moaning and relishing in the sheer virility of that fluid, packed with essence and salty goop.

"Se-Segmentium... ah... fuck..." The male hissed, his hindlegs curling and accidentally squeezing their balls together, causing a denser, bigger flood of pre to wash over them and make Hal's stomach bloat already. "Others us-used to call me Seg."

"Used to?"

"As you can see I'm... pretty big." Hal chuckled: if that was just 'pretty big', he wanted to know what was 'really big' at all costs. "Always have been. Some years ago I started growing too much and too fast, had to move out of my home because..." There was a pause. "I wasn't always this big you know: when I was young I was barely a third of what I look like now and somehow managed to find myself a couple of mates. We loved each other, all three of us, we lived together, ate together... Then one day I woke up... bigger, everywhere. Out of nowhere I had grown five feet. It was amazing and fun and with my growth came some... benefits." Segmentium blushed lightly. "Then I grew out a second time, then a third and a fourth, each time I was far bigger than before and with every inch I gained, be it in height or in girth, their hunger grew with me. At first it was fine, they were so deliciously tight, so perfectly snug I kept myself hilted inside them for days on end, taking turns to let them rest only to get the other back on my cock once I was done." Hal grinned, he knew what the dragon was talking about and listened eagerly. "There was no day in which I didn't mate with them, no day I didn't spend with them licking or begging for me to ravish them. It was fun at first but I didn't stop growing and they didn't stop asking me, so I didn't stop either. Our cave was constantly soaked in seed, they reeked of it even after bathing, no way to rub that smell off and that was only a turn on for us: I made sure to mark every inch of land around the entrance until hundreds of feet smelled of me and I loved it. One day I woke up and I was so much bigger that I couldn't even fit inside them anymore. We settled for little that day but their heat was nearing, mere days and I'd be assaulted with their scent, their neediness, their hunger. Already it was enough to keep me busy day in and out, I feared what would happen once I'd lose control and try to breed them. My cock was wider than their torsos, longer than they were but they still wanted me." Why was he telling him that? He didn't know the dragon, he had never seen him! He had been assaulted in his sleep and yet... words just came out. "I did the same thing as always, I mated them till we collapsed but something wasn't right: at some point, I had come closer to hurt them, left them panting and aching all over, more so than before." He sighed. "I couldn't bear the thought of doing it another time despite the looks of hunger in their eyes: I left, two years ago."

"Did you leave a huge mess behind?" Seg nodded, embarrassed, stifling another moan that made Hal shake to the core and not only because he was feeling as if he had reached heaven and came back, but because he knew what he was talking about. Not only he looked like him, he had almost the same experience as him, having to leave his home to avoid ruining it completely after just one round. He felt his pain, deep down, and he felt the raw hunger and need roiling just an inch below his scales, a chance to unload and to be true to his desires. "And you never had visitors here?" Seg shook his head this time.

"I had one or two, but they ran away: they ran when they saw how big I was... down there." Oh, he was big alright.

"Too bad for them then, they don't know what they missed by not staying."

"I'm not so sure." With an immense push, Segmentium managed to shove Hal off his chest, making the other bronze dragon stumble behind and land on his side. His cock swayed, spraying gouts of pre all over the place and slammed heavily on the ground, a small tremor following the shaft that Hal enjoyed maybe a bit too much. He was strong. "What about you? You're the same as me."

"Oh, me? I had to leave my home too, but I found someone to live with, broke them in, mated with them over and over, got two females egg heavy thrice over..." Seg gulped again, his own cock aching at the thought of someone with the same equipment as him not only having a partner, but having children to boot. Envy got a hold of the depths of his heart and the desire to mate he had suppressed for months, years even, resurfaced. The second bronze giant moaned, feeling his cock stiffen both under the incredibly dense musk that was clinging to the trees, the leaves, the ground itself and because of the thoughts Hal had planted in his head. "I fucked them so much I have got more than a hundred sons and daughters, more have been laid while I'm here to be sure and my mates, I helped them along in becoming able to take me." If what Hal said before didn't get Seg's attention, it had now: his head snapped to the side, his paws slowly, shamelessly stroking himself hearing of how many children the other dragon had sired, imagining dragonesses so big and swollen with eggs and laying them one after the other he just couldn't hold his desires. The musk in the air thickened again and the males' cocks grew under their combined heady scents, their balls gurgling with pent up seed and fresh batches brewing inside those house-sized orbs. "Fucked them so hard they cannot live without me anymore. I'll have to go back soon and give them a good refill of seed, pump out a few dozen children at least." Seg moaned, licking his cock and still listening raptly at the lewd plans of the dragon in front of him. Hal drank the pure stench of dragon lust, the smell of sweat, of sheer need and pent up seed, the smell of warm bodies, of dense and powerful ball musk. He relished the moment as if every breath was made out of pure gold and, looking at how backed up Segmentium was, how much he desired to be like him, he came up with an idea so devilishly incredible his sack swelled and churned louder and his cock grew a foot just from imagining how much pleasure he'd get from it. "Do you have plans to have children, Seg?"

"Wh-what?" Hal smiled wickedly and closed in.

"Would you like to have children?" He closed in again. "To have a mate that can take you, all the way to the base and then some, a mate with the ability to stretch, to welcome all of you and demand more, to be so fertile to make dozens of eggs at a time, swell so big they can't move for days..." Hal closed in again and with one more step, both of their cocks touched again, sending sparks flying all over their minds. Seg hissed, his muscles swelling in the increasingly immense attempt to hold back his orgasm, Hal grinning, grinding his shaft on the other, slowly, feeling Seg's heat seep through his flesh. "Someone that can give you all that and be your equal?"

"God yes!" The bronze dragon's voice erupted, screaming his most repressed desires, his entire being growing under Hal's eyes. "I want to mate! A-anyone! It's been two years! Two years! I can't do it alone anymore!" Seg was already big, thirty feet and some, like Hal, but now, under his need's push, he had grown even more, forty feet or pure, pent-up, needy and dripping dragon.

"Then fuck me like there is no tomorrow!" Hal roared at the same volume, growing to match his carbon copy, forty feet, identical to Seg, then... he bent down, spread his legs, his balls barely touching the ground now that he was taller and bigger, and lifted his tail. Segmentium was taken aback for a moment, not sure what to do, frozen, staring at the massive, puffy donut of a tailhole that Hal hid under that thick appendage. "I want you to pump me full of so many eggs I can't move anymore!" Hal, the breeder, the one who sired a hundred children in less than two years, the one who changed so many lives and people, that caused so many changes in the world, the Herald of Fertility of the gods themselves, faced with someone like him, only wanted to feel what others felt with him: he wanted to be filled and used. "Come on, stud! Fuck me!" He wanted to feel what it meant to have dozens of eggs in his gut, to lay them one by one, to give birth to new lives and not merely reform them. "Please!" He wanted it so much he begged and swayed his hips, the stench of an impossibly virile male with his tail raised, his tailhole winking at another male, eager to swallow whatever was shoved inside. Seg remained frozen for about a second after he was done talking. Then he roared and shoved his snout against that ring, feeling it spread with impossible ease around his muzzle, the stench of seed, of cocks shoved inside and milked over and over, dozens of males that had taken their turn inside, made Seg moan and grow again. The dragon shoved his snout deeper and deeper until almost his entire head was swallowed by the hungry tailhole and Hal moaned like a bitch, happy to feel something so big stretch him at last. "Yes! Gods, yes!"

He screamed as Seg licked his insides, tasting him and the leftovers of the countless loads the nagas and lamias of the village had dumped inside him, tides of pre washing the ground below him, sticking to his scales. Hal grabbed his cock and began to lick, swallowing gallon upon gallon of his own fluids, the sounds of his throat welcoming all that stuff echoed louder than the squelches of a dragon spreading his ass wider and wider. Segmentium grew to be almost fifty feet tall and only then did he pull back, stumbling as the change in perspective made his sense of balance shift and the realization he had grown still settled in. He looked down and saw the male that had so eagerly raised his tail and the cavernous hole that was the result of him spreading it, still gaping, still twitching.

"I said fuck me or by the gods I will be the one to fuck the seed out of you!" Hal roared again and glared at the even more gigantic male, hissing. He had come so close to realizing a forbidden dream of his, nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted. Segmentium licked his lips and, shaking, a bit because he was afraid Hal wouldn't make it, a bit because he hadn't had anyone around his cock for so long, a little because he wanted to shove his snout again in there, he lowered the tip of the fat thirty feet shaft down with one paw and grabbed Hal's backside with the other. "DO IT!" Grunting from the strain of having to move a bigger body, Seg grabbed on to Hal and pushed.

The smaller bronze dragon hissed and felt his flesh expand and spread around that cock, feeling more and more of it being shoved without grace or care inside his bowels, a small bulge already showing on his belly scales, the faint throb of his tailhole hurting from the sheer girth. He pushed back against Seg and ten feet more were swallowed by the hungry dragon, the small bulge blowing up to show the massive shape of that monster of a cock. It was amazing and even though the male above him was hardly moving, overwhelmed by the feeling of a stretchy and yet incredibly tight hole squeezing his shaft in all the right places, squirming, caressing his engorged flesh, he wanted so much more. Hal grunted, putting all the power he had in his limbs just to stand and back up, step by step and with every foot be made behind, one would be added to the bulge in his belly until he felt a soft and spongy sheath mashed up against his ass. He looked down and saw that a massive part of him was stretched, scales spread so wide he could see the hide beneath, all of those thirty feet shoved inside him, surpassing his collarbone. Each pump of pre caused the area around the tip to deform and squirm, the warm fluids bubbling under the surface, pooling within his bowels. Minutes passed and Hal didn't move, focused only on the incredible feeling: even if he gave this kind of equipment to Drak, he'd not feel this good. That dragon was too submissive, too weak, not worthy enough. Seg hissed and grabbed Hal's sides, leaning on his hindlegs for balance, his tail whipping behind him and splitting trees in half, gouging the ground, and then roared yet again. Hal felt the air being knocked out of him as the shaft he had just grown used to, grew from the inside and bloated, fatter, longer, heavier, surpassing his own to match the proportion of the behemoth on his back. The bigger bronze monster licked his lips, pure hunger in his eyes, and pulled back. The void left by that monster cock made Hal moan and whimper, only to make him squeal like his mates did when it was shoved back, his body rippling under the strain of accommodating an even thicker shaft. Segmentium pulled back once more and slowly but surely, began to work up a rhythm, pumping the dragon below full of himself before pulling back, dozens of feet of slick flesh sliding out of that ruined ring and shoved back in. Hal relaxed for the first time, letting a bigger and stronger mate to do all the hard work for him, his cock bouncing in between his legs, his balls still swelling even though he was basically pissing hundreds of gallons of pre every few seconds, the ground around them so saturated with his lust that it began to change, but the dragon wasn't interested in looking at it. He hugged his own shaft and craned his neck, swallowing it and plunging foot after foot inside his throat, squeezing the massive cock that was ravishing his insides at the same time.

Not used to having someone that could take him, Seg lasted very little, merely half an hour and when he felt the first signs of his climax approach, he picked up the pace, intent on getting even more pleasure out of the cock-sleeve under him as possible, biting into his neck to hold him steadier in his place. Hal moaned and screamed in joy when the first shot of dense sludge hit his insides like a cannonball: dense as concrete, heavy and unending, the very first pump of those hideously swollen orbs lasted minutes before the second arrived, even bigger and more powerful than before. Already Hal was looking like a big ball with legs and a cock attached to it, his gut so stretched he couldn't touch the ground anymore, cumming his brains out and hosing hundreds of feet in front of him while thousands of gallons were dumped inside him. He screamed and with one last coherent thought before shooting another pump of his own, he shrank his body, the maze of his gut seemingly expanding to welcome all that seed and still be able to take more.

"Why... why are you shrinking?" The dragon on top whimpered, the pleasant wobble of that swelling gut no longer present.

"You're already bound to make me bigger than yourself in a moment... if I get too big we'll never see the end... ohhhh, fuck... the end of this." Hal moaned as loudly as he could when the last of his paunch was gone and his slim belly returned, even the bulge of Seg's cock was nowhere to be seen but could be felt all the same. Inside Hal's body was an endless void of warm flesh that begged to be filled even more.

Seg grumbled, pleased, and grabbed tighter to his slut, resuming his ruthless humping while his orgasm still went on. Even though he pulled back, not even a drop of seed escaped Hal's tailhole, every last gallon drank by his body, the sloshing and roiling tide audible through his body and his magic, a veritable sea growing within him. Segmentium panted, his chest heaving, feeling light-headed after such a powerful orgasm, but when he looked down and, instead of seeing a just as tired dragon who begged him to stop, he saw a wide grin issuing a challenge.

"Is that all?"

No words were said at all but that silent grin echoed in the ruined forest. The behemoth grinned back, his lust rekindled, now sure that no matter what he did, the male would only mock him for not being enough. Seg licked the entirety of Hal's back, his paws running over the bulge of his shaft hidden under his scales, stroking himself through a dragon condom and growled, feeling the vibration of his own throat through the flesh of the sleeve around him. For the first time ever, both males knew that nothing could stop them if they put everything they had into mating each other, no matter how rough, how violent, how full, there was still more do be done to make their pleasure go higher and higher. One daring the other to do more and the other giving him everything. With a grunt, Segmentium lifted Hal from the ground, the immense weight of all the spunk inside his body and the other dragon's own heavy balls nothing to him and slammed him on the base of the rocky cliff under which he had taken that interrupted rest. Hal braced himself but hardly anything he could have done would have protected him from the force of the thrust that Seg delivered to him: he pulled back to the point that a mere five feet of cock were left inside, the tip nowhere big enough to fill the space of that gaping hole and then thrust forward as hard as he could, the entirety of his muscles aiding in that single push. The mountain above them cracked when the two bodies slammed together, gaps and fissures appeared on the stone, the snow above sliding in huge avalanches. Seg's immense sack slammed onto Hal's over and over, coaxing more seed to be expelled from the smaller thirty foot length, making the bronze scales redden from the force of the impact. The wet sounds of a cock sliding inside a slick hole echoed in the forest, louder and louder, equalling the ground shaking impacts of those massive sperm factories and the grunts of the two dragons. Their first orgasm still hadn't lessened in strength nor output, both spurring each other on to just cum more than the other, hosing and filling the cracks, cementing them with tar-like sludge, the clogging stench of sweat and musk spreading so wide animals dozens of miles away felt the tremors of the earth and then the smell hit. Entire species went in heat on the spot, their fertility enhanced a hundredfold, their pregnancies shortened as bellies swelled and babies were born. Even the weak humans smelled that musk once the wind reached it hundreds of miles away, workplaces emptied as fathers and mothers hurried home and threw themselves in bed, working hard to pump as many babies into their partner's wombs as possible, those without using whatever hole was able to give the same lusty consent.

The two dragons didn't know anything about this and kept on rutting, Seg going faster and faster in his attempt to make the male beneath him break and beg him to stop, Hal never even so much as hinting he didn't want the dragon to slow down and challenging him time and time again until the mountain was full of cracks and started to crumble under the strain of bearing the behemoth's earth-shattering thrusts. As the minutes piled on and turned into hours, their first every climax fused into a million smaller ones, their balls slowly began to shrink, their lust and output increasingly bigger than the production, nothing like the two had ever felt in their lives. If anything, the knowledge they could finally dump all that cargo at long last spurred them on to fuck even harder than before, Seg outright pounding Hal into the ground, his trail of messy thrusts digging a ten feet deep trench, one that grew longer and fuller of the smaller dragon's seed with every pump and every thrust. Hal's sack hurt, not as full and under the constant onslaught of the other male, his cock throbbing and aching from the tens of thousands of gallons of seed that had turned the entire area around them for well over ten miles into a musky and sloppy swamp of dragon spunk, the plants far too soaked to grow even more than they already had.

At the three hour mark, Seg stopped for a minute to catch his breath, his lungs hurt and his muscles ached, then he resumed, his shaft still hard, his nuts still working to expel the cargo he had saved for months and months. At the four hour mark, Hal's flow of seed halted for a fraction of a second, the endless fist shot replaced by the second and feeling his gut so heavy he could hardly lift himself, not that the dragon on his back would allow him to do anything but be pounded into the ground even harder than before. When the sixth hour rolled in, Seg's legs wobbled and he stopped thrusting for a moment, when he resumed, his movements weren't as refined, fatigued had started to settle in. In the end, ten hours after Segmentium had shot the first thousand gallons' worth of seed, the two collapsed into a five mile long trench of sloshing seed, a veritable river of warm spunk that was far too dense and strong to be absorbed by the earth or the plants, too warm to cool down and imbued with so much magic it never would stop moving and wafting that stench of dragon. In the lake where they had collapsed, Seg didn't dare pull back, fearing if he did all the seed would flow out and waste his efforts while Hal, in the throes of the last few moments of clarity, felt the ocean inside him squirm and roil with life. For hundreds of miles around them, orgies broke out and thousands upon thousands of babies of all races were conceived, eggs were laid in the tens among even the most infertile of species, trees grew fat fruits that dropped on the ground and promised to never rot so full of essence they were. Any child born in the next years wouldn't even know what hunger was as the lasting effects of Hal's own magic would fuel that fertility, the well of his lust feeding the earth itself likely for decades. The swamp slowly stopped echoing with the lustful cries of the two males and began to smell even more once the wind settled, the stench of cum and musk wafting from their sacks and bodies further staining everything. Surrounded by their combined smells, they fell asleep, Seg still very much hard and lodged inside Hal, although he had nothing else to give, at least for the time being.

Days passed in a flash, the fatigue needed to be flushed out and only after the seventh day did Seg wake up, his loins stirring with him and jerking Hal awake at the same time. They smacked their lips, still a bit tired and cranky, but satisfied, at least for a moment: the so much sought for feeling of freedom from the eternally full sacks was already a pipe dream, as the time spent sleeping had long since refilled them and the dozens of hours spent with their noses chock full of musk had helped in the process. Although not quite the size of a house, each of the two dragon's sacks had swollen back to fifteen feet wide, each orb fat and begging for another few rounds. Segmentium had the harder time not to resume ten seconds after realizing this as the warmth of the cocksleeve he was stuck into was far too pleasant and had squeezed small amounts of seed throughout the week.

"Morning." Hal craned his neck and kissed him, their tongues coiling around each other for minutes as they woke up completely and processed in their mind just that had happened. When he opened his eyes, the previously smaller dragon noticed that he had reached the same size as his partner again, both fifty feet tall and his cock had swelled to similar proportions, though his knot hadn't still made an appearance. "You sure fucked me full." He patted his belly that despite the enhancements had failed to remain flat and smooth, reduced to a big round dome of sloshing goodness. "I think you'll enjoy the results."

"What... what results?" Seg asked, rubbing his paw on that stretched out dome himself, only to feel something hard poke at the tip of his cock, then a second and a third. "A-are those...?" He tried to count all the shapes cluttering around his shaft but there was just no way of finding out the exact number: they moved, hit each other, changed places, some bigger, some smaller.

"Eggs? Yes, yes they are." Hal rumbled, pleased, stretched, full. Was that how his mates had felt after he had left them, reduced to rolling masses of eggs and cum? "And I think you beat my record in one single go." He chuckled, licking the snout of the shocked dragon whose cock he still milked for more seed. "I am pretty sure I have eggs in the triple digits waiting to be laid."

"Woah..." Seg pressed his ears to that dome and heard dozens upon dozens of clacks and the still sloshing mass of his seed. "Really?"

"Oh, trust me, I can feel them and they are definitely around a hundred. Oh, gods, they are heavy... fucking hell, you ruined me." Those words should have not been spoke with such a joyful expression on his muzzle. "I always wanted to know what it felt to be so full."

"You're... welcome?" Seg moaned as Hal grunted and tried to push himself off that pole stuck inside him. "Need a hand?" He nodded, half ashamed, half turned on, his cock leaking seed on the ground, pinned down by his belly and aching pleasantly. "There you go." It took ten minutes to get him on his feet, so heavy he was. "When will you lay? Do I need to get you some food? Water?" Hal laughed at the sudden eagerness Seg was showing, the hallmarks of a first time father and the ones he had experienced all the way back when his mates had started to lay his eggs. In time, hopefully, no, surely, Seg would start to get used to having others pump out his clutches so often it wouldn't be any different than waking up and taking a piss. Hopefully: the guy was so pent up and virile that he deserved to have a host of females and males to fill, just like him.

"It's fine, give me a few minutes and I'll be ok." He took a deep breath, shivering when a deeper whiff of musk entered his nostrils and guided him to a messy, cum-covered and dripping monster cock. "I will lay them in about ten minutes because I will be doing that for the rest of the day." The first rumbles and contractions told him he'd have less than ten minutes before the first egg would show up. "As for food and water..." Hal licked his lips, eyeing the cock bobbing in front of him. "I just know what I need." Seg hissed, far too slow to react before the father/mother of his first clutch dove with unprecedented speed and swallowed a quarter of his shaft in one wet gulp.

"Oh, ffffuck." His muscles spasmed and he had to restrain himself not to start facefucking the dragon immediately once he felt those powerful throat muscles squeeze his cock and attempt to milk him yet again. "You're one hungry bitch, aren't you?" Hal grinned, his maw deformed around the immense spire, wet gulps getting louder as he went further along the length and eventually mashed his snout on that fat sheath a second time. The taste of his bowels, the taste of spent and fresh seed, the saltiness of his flesh and the raw, overpowering smell of a sheath sloshing with fluids and musk, made Hal shiver all over, the contractions that had begun to move the first eggs inside him increasing in intensity all of a sudden. "Fuck..." Segmentium was big enough to crane his neck and look at the squirming hole under that fat tail, licking it clean of his spunk and eagerly waiting for the first of his children to spread the puffy ring wide. "I can't wait to see the exact number inside you..." Hal moaned as he felt the dragon above relax his muscles and flood his stomach with fresh batches of seed, no build-up, no rutting, no pleasure other than the one to dump a load casually inside his gullet, feeding the bitch that was going to lay his spawn. He came a little himself just from that, hosing his underbelly in dense and frothy spunk. "Come on slut, I do not want to wait." Spurred on by the incredible excitement and pleasure, Seg slapped the wide rump of the dragon below, smirking as he saw how the toned read had gotten the fat cheeks of a broodmother in that week of sleep, giggling and full of fat, able to dampen the impact in case he wanted to rut him again. "Good sluts get their meal, now lay." Seg had never been forceful and even then he still felt awkward when acting like that but he felt that Hal liked to sub for once and if that made him happy, then he'd act like a dominant dragon all day long. He was the mother of his children after all.

Hal grunted and relaxed, the scent of Seg overpowering every other one, except taste and the feeling of egg after egg passing through the endless space inside his bowels, like good little soldiers that were far too eager to come out and play. The minutes passed and Seg kept licking him, shoving that massive tongue so deep he felt the first egg reach the last few feet left to the outside and pulled back, his heart thumping madly. Those were his children, born of a male yes, but still his children and he had so many of them all of a sudden. How would he feed them? Where will they live? Could he find another mate like Hal to sire him a hundred more? Worries and negative thoughts wracked his mind until that first egg spread Hal's tailhole: it was a pale pink egg, three feet wide easily at the narrowest point, huge and slick. With a small flex of his muscle, the mother pushed it out, the shell strong enough to resist the impact and the ground so soft and laden with thick seed to be almost spongy. Seg burst into the dumbest grin ever as he watched the second and third eggs being pushed out gently, his cock jumping in happiness like his heart, though the former hat the side effect of giving Hal another meal to digest and made him gurgle as a few hundred gallons were dumped in his stomach. The bottom dragon's own cock flexed and spilled its load, a constant but weak stream that picked strength and intensity whenever an egg passed through that ruined tailhole of his. Time began to lose meaning, one lost in the act of laying and the other counting each egg as it came out, watching them roll on the ample swathe of Hal's sack into the swamp of their own making time and time again. As the egg count reached twenty, Seg gave him another load to drink and slowly began to hump his maw, keeping himself a tad more busy after the initial burst of joy and excitement died down a notch. Hal moaned in happiness, one end being filled, the other emptied, his full stomach in the middle welcoming that incredibly thick and tasty spire, the shape stretching his neck and bowels yet again. Thirty eggs and Seg picked up the pace a little, his balls swaying gently, hitting Hal's chin every now and then, fifty and the grunts echoed again in the land, Hal looking like a balloon and sloshing with warm seed once more. This time he didn't shrink as much, keeping his gut big enough to be above the ground, the bloating mass wobbling and squirming pleasantly for the both of them. Slowly, one by one, the eggs began to clutter, forming small piles, blotting out the ground below in pink, motionless. Fifty, sixty, eighty. Hal was getting tired, his tailhole was sore and Seg had long since pulled out of his mouth to lay at the side, working to pull aside each egg as it was pushed out. Ninety and a hundred. Around them there was no free space left, a few spots here and there where Seg could step in and move the new eggs out of the way. One hundred and ten, then twenty. Hal was lost in the moment, there was nothing but the egg after the one he just laid, then another one and another one. One hundred and thirty... one hundred and thirty nine eggs was the grand total.

"Gods... I'm so tired." Seg sat beside Hal and licked his snout, hoping to at least comfort him now that he was done. "I hope you won't mind if I keep some inside me."

"There's more?"

"Yeah, about fifteen." The enormous shock plastered on the father's face was priceless. "They are my children as well, you know? I have the right to keep a few for myself and I bet my mates will love having fresh blood around." Seg protested silently while Hal laughed, shrinking his massive belly to be able to walk decently. "Happy?"

"You have no idea. How will I even be able to take care of them? It's so many!"

"Well... I think I know how." He took Seg's mouth in his paws and kissed him, a flood of magic passing from one to the other, giving a fraction of his power to the newborn father of a hundred children until Hal felt that it was enough. "I gave you some of my powers, made you able to change others so that they may fit your size and grow with you. The smell and the curiosity will attract many species, many people, to explore and to exploit: you will take care of them so that they may take care of our children in your stead."

"How? How can I do it?"

"The best way if you ask me? We're basically sex gods, have them worship you. Coat them in seed and watch your desires take form, change them how you wish, or sit on their faces and enslave them, I don't care... as long as you're happy and they are safe and looked after." Hal got up, stretching his limbs, yawning. "Damn I am tired..."

"Sleep here a little more?" Seg patted the ground next to him and smiled. Seeing as Hal wasn't moving, he flashed him a wide grin and lifted his leg and tail, baring his own tailhole to the other male, tight, fresh, virgin. "You can take me this time..." Well, he couldn't refuse such a juicy offer now, could he?