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There are few things more distressing in life than earning the enmity of one's neighboors, even more so if they take it upon themselves to make you feel unwelcome. In this particular case, they had banded together to drive out the target of their ire, forcing him from his home under threat of death and cheering as he fled. While the target of this attack was saddened and angered by his eviction, the villagers were just happy they'd finally gotten rid of the dragon who had been snacking on their livestock.

For the dragon in question, it was now time to once again wander the skies over the countryside searching for a new home that would hopefully make him less easy to evict. He'd been living in the foothills before, but now his eyes were only on sheer cliffs and high plateaus. Landings might require more work but having no easy climbing route should hopefully prevent humans from reaching him, leaving him free to help himself to their conveniently paddocked animals.

A few days into his search, he found it. An ancient looking cave that was a little snug at the entrance - requiring him to tuck his wings in tight to avoid snagging them - but was also thirty feet up a completely sheer rock face with no handholds. Unless the inhabitants of the small farming town he'd found it near wanted to hike all the way around the mountains and try to somehow navigate down the other side to reach him, it should be quite impossible for them to threaten him here.

He knew they knew he was in the area, having done a test flight near the eastern outskirts of the town and seen the humans panic and run for shelter. That had always amused him considering the number of his kind that could breathe fire, and all their dwellings were usually made from wood.

For the moment, he was content to start modifying his new home to make it a bit more comfortable. He spent a few hours breaking down stalactites and stalagmites and throwing them back out of the cave to give himself more room inside, eventually being able to really stretch out and relax for the first time in days of endless flying and sleeping out in the open.

His plans of a nap were interrupted, however, by the sound of what he was pretty sure was an animal snort. He hadn't seen much in the way of prey in the immediate area other than livestock, but maybe he'd gotten lucky and some deer or mountain goat had wandered up the slope below the cave. He was quite hungry, but was careful to keep his expectations low as he approached the entrance and peeked over.

He immediately found himself staring dumbfounded at four mounts that he soon remembered were called Felkin. A blend of horse and draconic creatures with near-horse intelligence, but more capable of being taught complex tasks. Apparently this particular region had access to enough of them to use them instead of the normally more common horses. What really attracted his attention, however, was the fact that they were all tied to the same tree, and quite securely by the looks of it.

Now, there was no way he could have found this cave, wandered in, and only just now discovered they had been there the whole time, so someone would have had to sneak up here to tie them there, and that would be while knowing there was an enormous dragon almost right on top of them. As much as he was initially quick to dismiss the idea, this was looking a lot like some kind of offering. Apparently these villagers thought that giving him a snack would make him less likely to go rampaging through their livestock.

His observation of this group of felkin quickly confirmed two details for him. The first was that they were well-muscled and sleek, prime examples of their breed. The second was that they were all stallions, with fairly sizable undercarriage to match their powerful bodies. It was that particular detail that gave him pause, however, and started another idea brewing in his mind. He wasn't really that hungry at the moment, but he would be tomorrow, and this offering could certainly wait until then. On the other hand, when they sent a scout or two to confirm he'd eaten these creatures they would feel obligated to keep sending him more "gifts", and might eventually get sick of this obligation and run him away like the last town.

Now, most of the work animals he'd seen in his time had been geldings, with the stallions kept as breeding stock, so the fact that all four of these were still fully equipped - so to speak - meant they were trying to curry favor by presenting him their best. He had to admit he was quite flattered, but given a few years this village might come to resent having lost prime breeding stock to the hungry dragon who just had to come in and mess things up. Eating them whole might come back to bite him later, but if he contented himself with a bit less, they'd still at least be able to harvest sperm from them when breeding season came back around.

That rather devious thought in mind, he swooped down from the entrance of his new home and landed far enough away and lightly enough that he wouldn't spook them, and was careful to approach slowly and keep his head low so he wasn't towering over them. The group reacted immediately to spotting him and tried to put the tree between themselves and him, but as he approached while circling they didn't keep trying to keep the tree in the way, just watched him warily and shifted on their legs, muscles tensed.

With a grin turning up the edges of his muzzle he sauntered toward them, head and tail both kept low and moving casually, trying not to make any motion normally associated with a stalking predator. These felkin might be somewhat smarter than horses, but they were still mostly driven by instinct, and he could use that to his advantage here. Sure enough, his casual manner and first walking past them before slowly circling back around almost as if bored gradually relaxed his offerings. He could hear their breathing slow and see their strong muscles relax slightly.

He was close enough to smell them now, the heady musk of bestial masculinity filling his nostrils, making him think of the thrill of the kill and fresh, warm meat. He shook his head slightly, reminding himself he wasn't just going straight for the neck this time and feasting on the whole. This time his target would be lower, and he lowered his long neck in order to get a better view of his intended targets.

As he would expect prize breeding stock to be, these males were fairly well hung, large and slightly furry sacks hanging on proud display under their tails, and sheathes whose diameter hinted at the thickness of the shaft hidden within. The more he ogled, the more his clever plan was appealing to him, the loss of one whole carcass worth of meat more than made up for by what he was now planning to devour.

That thought in mind, he lifted his head and did a couple stretches of back and legs, getting ready for the next part which was going to require a lot of struggling given the muscular look of this group. As much as he seemed to have somewhat disarmed their panic instinct with his previously sedate behavior, there was no way they were going to remain calm through what was about to come next. Without further prep or any warning to his victims, he picked one and leapt at him, tackling the big creature to the side and planting his substantial weight on his withers to keep him still.

The others all jumped immediately, sprinting to the opposite side of the tree only to be held up by their ropes which they strained at impotently, helpless to undo the obviously professional knots. The one currently planted under his haunches was letting out yelping sounds of obvious distress while kicking his haunches in every direction he could, his sizable male ornaments dancing around as well. Leaning forward, the dragon took firm hold of both the male's hind legs and pressed his nose firmly against the exposed sheathe, rubbing it from side to side with his pointed snout.

With his forepaws, he attempted his best approximation of petting while he stuck out his tongue and prodded the opening his nose was pressed against, licking over it in a wet swirl and enjoying the taste of flesh. His stomach let out a loud growl, the taste of prey exciting his instincts and forcing him to keep reminding himself that a little discretion now might mean further such treats in the future, and at the very least not being forced to leave his new home.

Whereas a horse would have been far too panicked under such treatment to feel anything other than sheer terror, the slightly higher intelligence of the felkin allowed him to realize that this scary looking creature wasn't making any moves to eat him, and was instead giving some rather enjoyable attention to an area that hadn't had any for quite a while. Breeding season was long gone and wouldn't return for months still, so it didn't take much before a quite generous shaft of mottled brown and pink made its way out of that sheathe and began to swell and stiffen.

The dragon found himself distracted for a moment at the size of what was revealed to him now. He had been trying to tell himself that limiting himself would prevent another angry village from forcing him to relocate again, but from the look of this stallion's breeding tool he couldn't even really call it limiting. If the other three were as well endowed as this one he was going to be quite pleasantly full after he left this clearing.

As soon as his imminent meal had reached its full almost two feet in length, he dragged a long lick up the shaft itself, starting between the bulges of the rapidly forming knot, up over smooth flesh and veins and past the medial ring, ending by passing over the flared cap and trailing around that. He pulled back for a moment, looking over the mottled pink and brown shaft. The two bulges that had earlier been slightly visible in the sides of the base had now fully swelled into an obvious knot, the flesh stretched taut around them, and when he grasped both sides and squeezed firmly the male's generous penis jumped, twitching several times and releasing a small spurt of pre from that now flaring cap. He ran his scaly paws slowly up its length, fiddling briefly with the medial ring before moving up and gently cupping the swelling flare, pressing one toe on each side of the rounded swell in the middle just over the gaped open and oozing urethra. The felkin was quivering and almost whimpering at the sensation, and he quickly squeezed the firm knot again while briefly taking the upper portion of the enormous tool in his muzzle and licking around the shaft before trailing another lick up across the flared tip, his tongue tasting the pre and the essence of concentrated maleness that pervaded the entire rod.

The flavor filled his maw, and he was done waiting. While the stallion under him tensed his groin muscles and emitted sounds of pleasure, he swiftly enveloped the entire organ in his dragon-hot mouth, causing the shocked stallion to emit a loud almost-whinny of sheer delight right before a heavy scaly forepaw came down on his muzzle to stifle the loud cry of alarm as he threw up his wings to block the view of the others and bit down behind that knot with all his strength.

His teeth pressed into that turgid penis right at the base, indenting the flesh until they pierced it and warm blood began to leak into his mouth, this increasing as in a moment that felt far longer he was rewarded with the exquisitely delightful sensation of his teeth intermeshing completely and the stallion's former pride coming free in his mouth. He closed his eyes as his tongue rolled around the almost two foot long breeding tool his saliva was now coating, the warmth of it detectable even to a creature of unnatural inner warmth like him. A few chews released more of that delicious flavor, the texture of the flesh exquisite and immensely satisfying, soft and tender and juicy, but he eventually remembered this would only be the first of four if he played his cards right. That in mind, he swallowed his mouthful, and opened his eyes to find the panicked stallion under him still bleeding and trying to escape. Inspiration struck, and he quickly identified a properly sized rock nearby, blew a small jet of fire on it, then grabbed it in his claws and pressed it to the stump he'd left, the quick sizzle making the felkin stallion squeal again but ensuring he wouldn't die on his trip back to the village.

Having made sure the provider of his "feast" wasn't going to bleed out, he quickly slashed through the rope binding him and leapt back off of him, allowing him to bolt right out of the clearing before the others could see. He turned, hoping they hadn't realized what was going on, and were pleased to see they were sporting their own erections, having seen their fellow being pleasured and their limited intelligence making them realize this might also happen to them. This bunch was quite horny. One of them actually started walking toward him slowly, sadly unaware of what was going to happen to his massive pride in only a few moments.

The dragon walked around the tree again, coming close to the one who came forward and separating him from the others before getting him to roll onto his side like the last one, sitting on his haunches right next to him to be ready to restrain him. This time he made absolutely sure the others were watching as he briefly man-handled the mostly erect penis, dragging a few slow licks up the underside of the slightly smaller shaft to make sure they stayed erect themselves. Once he was sure it was time, he again flared his wings and lunged forward toward his captive's crotch, making sure to pin him down and hold his muzzle as his powerful jaws went to work.

This time, instead of trying to cram the whole thing down his maw and reptilian throat like the last one, he decided to savour it a little, and limited himself to removing the widely flared glans with a sharp snap of his jaws. The felkin tried to squeal out in pain, but his paw on its mouth stopped anything but a strangled yelp that could be mistaken as a sound of pleasure. The dragon wasn't paying much attention to that, though, as he was once again left savouring the taste of meat fresh from the "kill", and the feeling of chewing it up and filling his whole maw with the heady flavor. His stomach was still growling, the first one having only served as a snack, and his next bite took him down to the medial ring, fresh red vitae leaking from the now twice-severed member before he bit right down to the sheathe again. Chewing his massive mouthful once more, he applied the hot stone, cut the ropes, and let the second stallion run back home.

At this point, the other two had started to get a little suspicious. Their enormous members were still hanging down and the one on the right slapped his against his belly with a tensing of his gut muscles, but as he approached them this time they backed away slightly, so he decided the time for subterfuge had passed. With a low growl, he leaped on the one on his left, grabbed the enormous penis in both his forepaws, and just yanked on it. With a loud squeal the felkin kicked his legs and attempted to stop what was now inevitable due to the strength of the dragon, but to no avail. Barely two seconds later his thick, twitching breeding tool came loose with a wet pop, trailing the roots of the crura as it ascended into the air in the dragon's paws. Dropping it to the side quickly, the dragon breathed fire on the stone again and cauterized the empty sheathe before freeing that one and turning to the next, who was desperately hauling on his rope, kicking his legs and leaping into the air in his efforts to get away from what this dragon wanted.

Now knowing what had happened to the others, the felking was confused when he felt a pleasurable sensation as his knot and flare were toyed with, an impossibly warm tongue twisting its way around his entire member and a warm muzzle suckling at his wide, pink and black cap. He raised his head and opened one eye, seeing the dragon not even looking at him, its eyes firmly focused on his malehood and its paws stroking up and down the now re-stiffening flesh of it. His erection that was rapidly flagging only moments ago began surging back, his somewhat small brain too confused with the equal demands on his attention of fear and pleasure, and his animal instincts took over and sent his member bouncing rapidly back up to full mast. As he continued to watch, the dragon took the entire stallionhood in his muzzle and bobbed his triangular head up and down a few times, the felkin's head dropping back as the unfamiliar sensation - so similar to rutting a female but deliciously different - consumed almost all of his attention. That is, until the dragon stopped. When he opened his eyes, the dragon was looking right into his, scaly lips pulled back from his many sharp teeth which were a mere inch from his helpless penis.

Just as with his fellows, he would escape with his life, but not his penis. He was held down easily as sharp reptilian teeth pressed into the flesh of his member. He flailed his legs, even landing a few strikes, but the dragon blocked most of them, the others just deflecting off of his armor-like scales. He was left almost completely helpless as a moment that took an eternity slowly passed, sharp teeth slowly slicing through the outer flesh of his shaft before burying themselves into the crura, some of the sensation deadening as the most important nerve bundles that would normally give him so much pleasure were severed. It wasn't enough to fully save him from the pain, though, as those teeth continued through his urethra and met in the middle, the sharp agony of cutting replaced by the dull ache of the absence of his pride, his favorite bodypart turned into nothing more than meat for this hungry predator. The felkin jerked and let out a loud squeal as the heated stone was applied to the stump of his removed penis just like it was the others, and then he felt the ropes holding his muzzle still lose tension, and he was up and running without the slightest hesitation. Instinct told him to run as far as he could, and whenever he ran he ran back to the stables.

The dragon sat smugly tearing hunks off of the bigger of the two remaining penises as the last felkin ran for the hills, chuckling to himself as he filled his belly on male-meat and thought about the reactions on the faces of the humans in that town. They had no doubt expected to never see those felkin again, and getting them back with such an important body part missing would probably be a shock. Every one of them had left that clearing with their testicles bouncing in their pouches, so they were still fertile breeding stallions. He just didn't envy the farmhand that was going to have to do some "back door" work to get them to ejaculate for breeding.

All he cared about now, though, was the short leap and a flap to get back to his new cave, and settling in to take a well-earned nap. He'd had a long trip and had a little exercise with his meal, so now it was time to digest and dream of future snacks. Soon, his tail was slithering into the opening and disappeared from sight, leaving only some dark-brown patches on the dirt and leaves and some distrubed dirt as evidence of what had happened here.