XI- Musky rain

When the answer failed to arrive even after a couple more minutes of waiting, Hal felt himself at a bit of an impasse: should he interrupt the small dragon and get his answer that way or simply wait, enjoy the view and the sensations for some more time? After all, names were not essential and didn’t really have any priority. For someone like the bronze giant, seeing how someone behaved while their minds were clouded by pleasure, how their bodies acted and what they really wanted deep down as musk flooded their lungs and lust ran rampant, was much more important. The novelty of this dragon’s desires was also quite arousing for him, normally, everyone aimed for the juiciest parts of him, diving for his cock or his sack or even for the hidden puffy tailhole nestled between his plump rump, but this one had done something completely different. So, as the newly minted herm licked every last drop of his own spunk from the bronze paws, Hal smiled and decided to leave the proper introductions for later, hopefully much, much later. Despite having flooded the entire valley, despite having created rivers that ran heavy with his own seed and gouging a hole the size of entire castles inside a mountain, he felt that he had so much more left to give to this little village and its inhabitants, but especially to his current partner.

Every lick he felt was incredibly pleasurable, the rough, dexterous tongue giving his pawpads attention that they had never received before and that they now craved. Maybe it was because of this that Hal felt them so sensitive and delicate, despite each of them probably being able to withstand steel spears with ease. He let the dragon lick and lick, nuzzling against the soft pads, rubbing his snout and his entire being against them, humping between the gaps as those small lungs took in the heavy musk of his paws. Hal purred, his own cock throbbing with desire, the new sensations making a different desire blossom within himself, the desire to feel someone else rub his massive shaft in that same way, to feel someone else’s soft pads on his flesh, rubbing, kneading and gently taking him to a different type of high. Even then, without anyone to give him that kind of pleasure, he felt that experimenting with the small herm was just as fun and arousing, therefore, while he kept licking and cleaning and huffing the heavy footmusk, Hal grinned and began to grow. If at first the behemoth’s hindleg was enough to cover the sand-coloured herm’s chest almost entirely, enough to smother him in paws roughly as wide as he was, now the dragon was starting to disappear beneath them, completely eclipsed by a limb of immense size. The titan chuckled with amusement, his body swelling until he reached nearly a hundred feet in height, not quite going over that just yet and still he felt the desperately energetic licks of his lover against his paws. Logic would have dictated that doubling in size would have made him feel less, and yet it seemed that he could still make out each individual lick and each breath washing over his pads just like before. Hal murred, impressed by himself and by the herm beneath his foot, the eight foot shaft now buried in the vast chasms between the soft protrusions, hosing them in cloudy, sticky precum.

He licked his lips, hugging his swollen shaft between his forelimbs, hugging it so that he could aim the flared tip away from the village, so that the constant trickle of his own pre would not tear the houses from their roots. It was to be said that a trickle at that size and with Hal’s immense virility looked more like a lewd musky waterfall arching through the air, splattering on the hills two hundred feet away with the strength to topple trees. The flared cock twitched, making the ground beneath rumble a bit, although those vibrations were lost in the constant quaking that the behemoth’s balls caused, an endless shaking born from millions upon millions of gallons of fresh spunk brewed right at their heart, packed so densely that they sunk into the soil and then cracked the stone merely by laying there. If the male was a hundred feet tall, each of his nuts was twice that, spreading behind him like a wall of bronze scale, the heat they gave off enough to make the air vibrate, steam rising from the surface in thick columns. Hal found it hard to concentrate on keeping his size as it was, not even sure he should have done that lest he had another accident before long, but he decided that not forcing his body to remain smaller than fifty feet tall was a good compromise. Part of him focused on teasing the smaller dragon beneath his paw, kneading his relatively pitiful erection with everything that he had, feeling the sand-coloured beast press that shaft against him, hugging one of his toes for support as he tried to breed the gaps of his pads like he had bred the centaur and the human barely half an hour before. For a while more Hal did nothing but lay there on his side, rubbing his paw back and forth as he made the herm below come again and again and again, his loads staining the bronze scales ten times over, spreading a massive puddle of white spunk that paled in comparison to a single second worth of a single shot from the titan’s sack. Hal purred, licking himself, his trench-wide tongue cleaning his shaft, teasing his flesh as one of his thick digits was rammed inside his cum pipe over and over, stretching the tube some more, plugging it for a few seconds so that the next shot was ten times as strong and ten times as densely packed with seed. The air had become even more thickly laden with musk as the millions of gallons of seed the beast had spilled before were joined by a few hundred thousand more as he simply stood there and enjoyed the warm sun and the pleasurable licking.

That is, until his ears picked up someone calling for him from below. At first Hal thought it was the dragon currently spilling one more load, this time on the other paw that he had been shoved under, but a quick inspection told the titan that it was someone else that wanted his attention. His eyes searched for a few seconds and then found several figures crowding at the entrance of the village a hundred and ten feet under his head: the centaur and the woman from before as well as a few other evenly distributed between more centaurs and humans. He noticed with no small amount of pride that every single one of them had been touched by his gift: every single centaur bore between their legs a shaft that poked from their front, blunt, heavy and bobbing lewdly as they oozed with gallons and gallons of seed, every pair of breasts just as heavy and dripping, every pair of teats that the previous females had was gently wrapping around sheaths and the bases of those juicy breeding poles. Even the humans looked quite good, men carrying around smaller versions of the centaur’s equine shafts, not a single one looking smaller than three feet and all of them very much hard and towering over their owners, while the women had swollen bellies that pushed their breasts upwards and outwards, milk leaking in generous amounts. Some of the females had received the same gifts as the males, not one inch smaller in their own throbbing malenesses and some of the males wobbled around with bellies that rivalled the centaurs, panting as the weight on their front forced them to arch their backs and walk slowly beneath the titan. Hal smiled upon them, happy that his magic had touched them in ways he found more than pleasing, the happiness he felt causing his own shaft to swell a bit more, rocketing a few dozen feet forward in a lewd lurch that dug a deep trench in the hard stone as if it were wet soil, his balls churning with the same glee, ready to pump a few lakes’ worth of seed out in celebration. After taking in the sight of his newest creations and drinking in the scent of so many new lives growing inside those swollen bellies, the hundreds upon hundreds of eggs he knew would be laid soon by creatures that should have not been able to even lay them, Hal lowered his head and stared at the first couple. His muzzle alone was bigger than they were, his eyes as wide as each person if not even more and yet they did not flinch, instead, those who could, knelt and prostrated before him, the rest forced to rest on their bellies in a comical yet arousing display of devotion.

“Thank you, great dragon, for defeating our enemy! We pledge our alliance to you for the rest of our lives!” The woman, sitting on the back of the first herm centaur, put a hand on her chest and spoke as loudly as she could. The rest followed her example and repeated the words she had just said, leaving Hal confused. He scratched his chin, perplexed, looking around for some menace or enemy that he had supposedly defeated. Had this village been suffering from some sort of infertility plague?

“What are you referring to, woman? What enemy?” Just as her words had left him confused, his left her just as confused, but something must have clicked in her mind in a different way because her expression became even more radiant than before.

“The one you’re punishing right now, my lord. The one you’re stomping with your foot and torturing!” Her small hand pointed towards the titan’s hindleg and the constant sound of muffled moans coming from beneath the thick pads and the yards of scale covered flesh.

“Ah, that one.” Hal frowned and lifted his leg to see how the things were back there: a deluge of cum rained back down on the herm dragon who had been smothered so hard that his body was shoved down a deep chasm in the shape of the bronze beast’s pads, shivering and squirming, his throat dancing as it swallowed wad after wad of his own spunk, his chest heaving as he tried to huff more of his massive lover’s footmusk. “This the enemy you’re talking about?”

“Yes! That’s the one that was threatening us before you arrived to save us!” She spoke with such energy and reverence that Hal could feel the burning passion from where he was. It was a bit weird but it tickled his inner self in a pleasurable way, as if her energy was transferred to him like a bubbling brook. Was this how gods felt when their servants prayed and honoured them? “We heard his muffled screams and saw you smother him with your bulk to punish him!”

“Well, he has been screaming for a while yes, but I think it’s more pleasure than anything.” Hal grabbed the smaller dragon with one of his claws and held him up like a normal sized dragoness would hold her hatchling. “What has he done for you to call him a menace like that?”

“He has been terrorizing our people for years, always coming here to demand gold and food from us, always threatening to destroy our homes if we didn’t give him all of our hard earned coins!” Hal could see some rage in her eyes and glanced at the dragon in his paw with a different light.

“Has he now?” The titan frowned. “Tell me, little one: is what she says true?” Hal’s booming voice and slightly angry aura made the ground shake and tremble, the clouds above churning with energy and the hints of what could have become a storm. Not realizing that he was causing the world around him to change just by expressing his emotions, Hal kept staring down at the herm dragon who woke up from the daze that inhaling the beast’s musk had sent him into. He looked around, confused and scared, his brain quickly returning to its normal state.

“Ye-yes… I did… but but… I a-apo—apologize! I did not mean…!!!” The herm shouted, stuttering and shivering under the stern gaze of the bronze titan, begging and apologizing profusely but Hal simply stared down at him, unmoving. “I’m so sorry!”

“So she’s right, huh? You’ve been a naughty dragon who enjoys threatening others. I think you need to be punished for it.” His words made the world shake again, but this time the herm dragon did not shiver anymore.

“So you’ll throw me under your paws again?” There was a hint of anticipation and eagerness in his voice now, his cock throbbing with newfound lust. Hal rolled his eyes. His musk was a great thing, but sometimes it made others far too engrossed in it and too drawn to him than they should have.

“No, you’d enjoy it far too much.” He sighed. “I’ll deal with you later, now stay put and don’t squirm too much ok?” Hal stood up for a moment, his body towering over everything around them like a moving castle made of bronze scales, his shaft taking up all the space in between his legs.

The small dragon squirmed, protesting, begging to be thrown under the massive beasts foot again but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Balancing himself on three legs, Hal curled his tail and pried open his sheath, strands of fluids connecting the pliable, stretchy flesh to the throbbing cock it covered. The knots of the titan were still dormant, not inflated just yet and still about as half as wide as the dragon himself was. The herm squirmed even more when he was roughly jammed inside that massive tube of musky scale-covered skin, his begging becoming muffled once the rim of the sheath closed behind him. His form could be seen through it still, although just barely, his movement becoming duller and duller until he stopped, only to resume moving, deeper this time, closer to the root of Hal’s shaft where the musk was the strongest.

It wasn’t a punishment, not even close, but at the very least he was quiet now, his sheath so thick no sound could come out and so big even the squirming as the smaller dragon began licking, huffing and humping against his knot. The titan rolled his eyes, slumping back on his flank and yawning. With a paw he scratched his chin, the light movement making his cock sway and flex, rising a dozen feet in the air and crashing down like a boulder falling from the peak of a mountain, spewing globs of precum as thick as the houses around him.

“Alright, where were we? Ah, yes yes, this rascal.” Hal patted his sheath and felt the herm inside shiver. “I’ll take him away from you and teach him a lesson I think, make sure you are safe.” The people around him knelt, even the centaurs, as much as anyone could, with their cocks hard and bellies in the way. He appreciated the gesture, smiling back. That smile should have sent fear in the hearts of the bravest of heroes by the sheer size of his teeth but he only saw more joy and elation from the small village. “Centaurs and humans living together… it must be quite interesting to live here.”

“Indeed my lord: humans tend to centaurs and centaurs tend to humans. We have long since established a profitable relationship between our kinds a few decades ago.” The woman at the very front looked back at her village with pride. “We tried to share our wisdom with others, but they laughed at us, called us names, insinuated that we mated with each other.” She huffed, annoyed, but deep down Hal could smell that she wasn’t quite as angry as she appeared to be, nor were the other humans or centaurs. He grinned.

“Well now there won’t be any reason to hide anymore…” The bronze giant chuckled, a few windows shattering from the deep rumble from his chest. “They will soon learn what they are missing and when they will come to you, begging for you to let them join, well, teach them some humility first and see if they are worthy.” He licked his lips, his cock throbbing harder and harder, a few feet longer, a few feet wider and thicker all over. His flared head expanded again, digging a massive, lewd trench, his growing arousal making everyone in front of him moan and leak more by proximity, his scent stronger and denser as it wormed down their nostrils and heated their cores.

“We shall make sure to do that.” Her grin told she had so many wonderful things in store for the future of the village. “Will you stay with us? Keep watching over us?”

“No, I won’t.” Hal sighed, his arousal lessening ever so slightly at the thought of leaving. “Like I stumbled upon your home and helped you, I have many other places I need to visit, many more lives to change. That is my duty.” His chest puffed up, glowing red hot with pride, his nuts churning harder and harder, the moment of sadness washed away by the tide of lust and his anticipation for the untold crowds that would bathe in his seed and be changed. “I will leave you with a gift though, something that will let anyone who knows me learn you are one of mine.” He could hear their hearts thump madly, awaiting a god’s bounty, and one they would receive. So, so many things he could grant. He just had to find out what to give them. And how. It took him a moment to realize something that would mark this village as part of his ever expanding territory more than what his seed had already done without him even putting effort, something that was peculiar to his way of doing things. “The leader of the humans and the leader of the centaurs step forward.” In less than a second, the woman who had talked for the entirety of the village and one burly centaur carrying the scent of a dozen different females and males on his cock walked a few paces away from the wall of lesser beings. “I shall transform just the two of you for now, but your gift can be shared by you with others, only you. Other who receive it will have to ask for your permission.” They nodded. His balls churned with eagerness, desperate to both empty themselves and to be filled with something, but the titan had other plans.

Even as his cock flared, as his cum pipe widened enough for the centaur to step in and walk comfortable down to his roiling pair of hundred foot wide orbs, Hal ignored it. It was painful, he so loved feeling something slide down his cock and bathe directly into his sack, this time however, it was his stomach that rumbled all the more insistently. Him opening his maw, strands of saliva as thick as stone pillars, baring teeth bigger and sharper than swords glistening under the sun didn’t cause any discomfort in any of the villagers, if anything, cocks twitched harder and spurted denser globs of spunk on the grass below. A loud groan came from deep down his gullet, a hunger he hadn’t felt in quite a while, only once sated by the two naga protectors he had changed a while ago. He let his tongue lol out for a few moments, the organ itself broader than the centaur was long and tall, a slab of slimy muscle that no one felt scared of. He grinned and licked the woman, bathing her in saliva, tasting her flesh and her cock in one small lick, her entire front and back sticky with saliva and now reeking of his breath. She came on the spot as yards of tongue slid along her shaft, gallons upon gallons of spunk splattering on Hal’s tastebuds as he wrapped his tongue around her midsection and drew her in his mouth.

On the sides, a few bolder, hornier males and herms started stroking themselves at the sight of what should have been a tragedy, seeing someone slowly being eaten by a dragon, but that was turned into an erotic show as the titan slathered the woman, played with her in his mouth and ultimately craned his neck backwards and swallowed her. The shape of her body was lost under his thick gullet, the last few gallons she had spilled inside his maw swallowed a moment later just before he opened it again and took the centaur inside whole. The male whinnied, his cock slapping against his belly for the briefest of moments, disappearing into the cavernous throat of the bronze titan instants later. Someone moaned, falling on their knees as cum erupted from their shaft at the sight of a centaur swallowed with the ease of a kid swallowing candy. Hal grinned, licking his lips, still so, so very hungry. He could easily shove every living being in the village down his gullet, taste them, but that was not the pact he had made. He leaned on his side and spread his legs, allowing them to at least enjoy the full size of his cock as an apology.

The mad rush to jump on the hundred foot long slab of dragon cock was nothing short of a stampede, faces planted on his ridges, arms reaching for as much slick, musky flesh as they could hold, buckets and tubs of cum spilled upon it as the scent quickly fried brains and the last shreds of restraint. Dozens of small, eager tongues planted themselves on his shaft, dozens of noses huffed his musk, dozens of hands kneaded and massaged, a few humans even tried to climb his balls but the two orbs churned so hard and swelled to such sizes that even an expert climber would have had a difficult time getting to the top, not to mention the heat and the reek of cum wafting from every scale that coated the immensely heavy sack. Hal felt that they were dealt with and so, he grew, his cock keeping the same size as his entire body swelled, rocketing past a hundred and thirty feet in height just so that he could bend his neck and swallow his flared head comfortably. Even at this size, he still had to put some effort in to get his mouth to part around the tip, the soft spongy head bigger than some homes and wider than streets. He shoved his tongue down his cum pipe, drinking the hundreds and thousands of gallons of hyper rich spunk he leaked. He could feel the two lives inside quickly drink it as well, absorbing it, making his essence their own in a different, more intimate way than merely bathing in it. Surrounded by the thick walls of his stomach, deep inside his body, washed by veritable tides of essence that could turn barren soil into a garden, the centaur and the human also exchanged their own essences, tumbling around and on top of each other as more and more and more cum flowed down Hal’s gullet.

He bobbed on his length, taking tens of feet in and out at a time, his saliva making yards of throbbing cock glisten and waft steam in the air, the clouds rising from his balls turning the air into an even more wet, musky swamp than it already was. Steamy column rose in the sky, clouding it, further trapping his scent down to the ground, the roiling cloud quickly filling the valley, droplets of concentrated lust raining down, soaking into the soil, the rock and the houses. If his musk had a chance to disappear within a decade or two, now it was impossible even if a couple millennia were to pass. He started to thrust in his maw, the rush of pride and desire to mark the entire land with the musk of his balls fuelling his lust. And a new change began to blossom inside his body, not quite physical this time: he didn’t grow, he didn’t swell ten times bigger, but the already heady, utterly virile stench of his seed, the musk of his sack as it churned, the salty, alluring aroma of his sweat and paws thickened, thickened, thickened a dozen times over. The next breath he took made him groan with a need he hadn’t felt in months, his own scent drawing him into a deeper state of worship of the fat, colossal flare plugging his throat.

A cloud of virility virtually exploded from his nuts, beads of sweat the size of horses dripping down the scaly sack and bathed the ground as the immense cum factories groaned, denser and denser, more packed with seed, essence and flavour. Their weight caused fissures to appear, filled with all the spunk he couldn’t hold down his stomach and spilled from his nostrils like geysers. And still he wasn’t cumming, not properly. The metric tonnes of cum rocketing out of his sack was just what was being expelled by his nuts as they ramped their production up ten, fifty notches, the smell of seed so strong the worshippers at the base of his cock were rolling on the ground, spilling their own seed without end at every breath. Hal was forced to pull his cock out, the tide of cum washing down the forest and the mountain at the other end of the valley. He hugged it, his arms and legs curled around the forty foot wide slab of dragon flesh, thrusting into his embrace to quicken the process that would propel him into an even higher realm of lust. Tonne after tonne of spunk filled the lake, the shores rising far above the highest levels ever recorded. Above the clouds of musk grew bigger, the wind taking them above the mountain ridges, not scattering or dispersing, a front of dragon lust that moved like a tsunami, further spreading his dominion and his mark over the land. And with every hundred metric tonnes of cum expelled from his sack, their production only grew, the fog of sweat and desire they wafted in the musky air denser, so dense it could be cut with a knife.

Hours passed, Hal eventually moving far from the village, flying for a couple miles as his cock painted the landscape below, struggling to fly straight as his churning tanks made his weight sway and grow. He dropped in the cum lake, the splash rising a hundred feet above the ground, his bulk displacing enough thick spunk to drown a small town. The bronze behemoth swam in a lake of his own making, leagues above the small puddle he had used to empty himself back at home, another testament to his growth and to the power he had gained. Lazily paddling through tar thick cum, Hal let himself spend those hours needed to fully empty his balls with no worry or care, floating higher as the lake grew deeper and wider, his cock expanding its reservoir over and over again. His gut kept the hundred and fifty foot long shaft pointed upwards, his balls somehow floating despite being heavier than the entire lake. Each cumshot, each orgasm made them only heavier, their essence seeping into the lake, heating it up, adding yet another layer of musk in the curtain above.

When it was finally time, Hal was jerked awake by a jolt of pain, as if he hadn’t released any pressure in weeks despite the lake around him being a few dozen feet deeper all over. He looked over the still gushing pillar of his cock and groaned at the realization that now that his sack had finally changed gears perpetually, he’d have to take it for a spin. However, he felt that no matter how much he’d grow, how wide he’d make his cock, it would still not be enough to even make a dent in his tankers. Each was still merely a hundred feet wide, but the throbbing veins, the sheer heat and dense scent they oozed told more than their appearance ever could. Before he could make a plan, maybe retreat somewhere and hope that his week long orgasm would not shatter a mountain or two, his sack twitched. A single twitch, a warning, a warning that sent a small spurt of cum out of his flared head that impacted on Hal’s chin with enough force to make his head spin. The spunk was dense, thicker than tar, glued to his scales and wafting a musk so strong his own body responded to it and fired another one. He avoided it as well as the next one, but he couldn’t just aim his cock somewhere and hope now. One more spurt, two, ten, the time between each thousand tonne worth of pure condensed dragon essence now a mere second. He could not afford to take the time to mull over options, he just had to find a way to avoid the backed up spunk to cause him to be immobilized for weeks. He needed a brute way to dump it all out, but a way that would also be arousing and exotic, more than his knotted equine shaft and his puffy donut of a tailhole. He wanted to be more unique than his creations.

The invisible timer that was his nut’s faster churning and the now constant stream of cement-like cum out of his flare was about to run out. The titan grinned and closed his eyes, shaping his own body in ways no one could dream of, using his powers to achieve his dreams. From the very base of his cock, deeper than his knot, he felt a tingle, something opening inside of him that made him whimper, curling his toes, webs of thick spunk stretching between each fat digit even though he had been ready for it. The sensation ran all the way through his shaft, higher and higher, a hundred and fifty feet of pleasurable tingles and weird pleasure. Moments later, as he stared upwards, cock bent ever so slight down by its weight, he saw a second hole open up right next to the first one, his flare now housing two cum pipes big enough to swallow horse and humans with ease. Then he howled, his hindlegs cradling his sack and squeezing as his body reached the breaking point. His eyes lost focus for a single second, a second of white hot pleasure after which he admired his twin cum pipes work to dump his titanic load into the side of the mountain. Before he could cum thousands of gallons as second easily at his biggest size once he was really riled up, Segmentium knew that very well, now after this little upgrade, he had no idea just how much he could dump.

As cum rose from the depths of his sack up his twin pipes, the titan swam as fast as he could and placed his forelimbs on mostly solid ground before roaring hard enough to cause a shockwave to form around himself. Two solid streams of pure breeding batter splattered against the mountainside, shattering rock and immediately sticking it in place, the sheer thickness of the dragon’s essence enough to act as glue for the first few minutes of his endless orgasm. He came harder than ever, pumping out cum hundreds of times denser than anything he had the pleasure of coating someone with, the impact of every thousand tonne cumshot made the rock shake and protest, boulders detaching and impacting in a myriad of small lakes forming at all altitudes of his mountain-sized cumdump. Each one of his nuts took one pipe, endlessly pushing more spunk through them, their rumbling causing waves to crash on the opposite shore. The cloud of musk above roiled in response, the coating absorbing every last drop of his scent and making it rain down on everything around him. The bronze behemoth didn’t care that his own scent was bathing him from above, he only cared about finally feeling his nuts stop churning so much. His knot inflated as he stood up, the impact of his balls with the ground making the already shaky mountain start to crumble some more and braced himself. A few hundred feet above there was the hole he had made before, the result of his uncontrolled growth. Now he wanted to best himself with sheer output rather than size.

He speared the rock, the heat of his shaft and the thick lube making him moan and thrust harder into the bowels of the earth. Every time he did something like this, the planet was forced to accept his immense loads, already three mountains had become heavy with his spunk, their composition forever altered. As he roared and flared his wings, knot inflated as much as it could be at his current size, Hal strained his cum tanks to do their job properly, each titanic orb squeezing the already compacted load some more and crammed it down the earth. The other side of the mountain exploded with chunks of rock the size of big houses and millions of gallons of cum, rivers strong enough to wash down millennial trees. More and more and more fissures opened all over the rocky face, the dragon simply doing his best to dump his hot load and letting the rock bear the brunt of his new equipment. An hour passed, one more hour and the mountain was shaking madly, cliffs shattering as rivers of spunk flowed from cracks formed from sheer pressure, the lake bubbling with underground tunnels that once carried water, the internal reservouirs of the valley replaced by even more breeding batter. Hal howled again and allowed himself to grow a bit, his knot turning the surrounding rock to dust, aiming his wildly throbbing cock towards another spot and thrusting inside it. New chasms, new springs, more destruction of the eternal mountain range and still the titan felt like he could do more.

Hal huffed, puffing his chest and pulled out, licking the tip of his shaft with love and care, making it shine as it shuddered with a few thousand gallons of spunk. He opened his maw and kissed his pipes, gulping enough to make his belly bloat to thrice its size in a second, only to let it flop out and cram it down the ground, his balls rising up and down as he fucked the valley itself until his balls stopped churning.

Several hours later, Hal collapsed at the edge of the village, his paunch dragging on the cummy grass, his balls digging a trench yet again but at least they felt far lighter, at the price of a collapsed mountain and a flood just behind it. As the people he had knocked out with his nut musk that morning, the behemoth started to contract his stomach, pushing its occupants out inch after inch until he felt them enter his maw. Before they were barely able to fill a fraction of his tongue, now they made his cheeks swell. He did gave them a good tongue bath before spitting them out, sure that their new bodies could handle it well enough.

“Welcome back my dears.” His voice echoed in the valley, taking the attention of those mostly awake. “Enjoyed the trip?”

“Very…. Much so…” The woman, or what had once been the woman, smiled and stood up on her four legs, her torso bending ever so slightly to make the stiffness go away.

She looked like a mix between a centaur, a dragon and her old human self: four legs like a centaur but covered in scales all over like a dragon with her human half carrying two fat pair of breasts that leaked what smelled like milk. Hal murred, the scent reminded him of his mates, their own fat teats and all the hungry mouths they could feed. The sweet memory made him close his eyes, forgetting for a moment he was in the presence of the villagers, relishing in it, his fat flare swelling, each titanic cum pipe widening as a small cumshot rocketed out of his cock, flying a hundred feet in a second, shattering a home or two on impact. A few drops, each a bucket’s worth, rained back onto the other homes, making roofs cave in with their weight. Dribbles spilled from the behemoth’s shaft, showering the two taurs in front of him, rivers of pure cum staining their scales. The once-human moaned, arching her back, legs spread wide to let the audience stare at her cunt, fat like a mare’s and the fatter pair of balls right beneath. She scooped wads of cum and jammed them into her vent. As the crowd watched, she came right around her invading fist, widening their stance as, right before everyone’s eyes, her belly started to swell, a massive paunch blossoming and growing until she was almost lifted upwards by it, almost rendered utterly immobile. She mewled, her cock spilling gallons of her own cum as egg shapes started to show through her thick scales. And still, while she was orgasming, she managed to cram her hand into the other leader, his own muff filled with Hal’s seed, and before he could realize it, his own belly took up all the space between his legs. As the two grew more and more egg-heavy, her breasts started to grow, swelling and spilling milk all over, her pleasure only growing once four thick nubs popped out between her hindlegs and four teats blossomed, growing to match the ones attached to her upper torso, further crowding the already cramped space.

“It feels so weird… but so good…”

“You’ll… we’ll get used to it.” The former centaur looked like a carbon copy of his partner, same scales but a light brown to remind of his old coat instead of her white scales, his limbs marked with deep black bands here and there. “Oooh, I’ll have to get used to going around with this… much me.” He turned around, trying to get a look beneath his tail, which made his twin shafts bob and sway, each with a fat flare and a fatter pair of knots each, ridges and bumps making it look like the perfect breeder tools. Only that his belly made him look like a broodmother more than a breeder.

“We’ll get used to that too.” She chuckled, giving his rump a slap that made him whinny and jump on the spot. His gait was a little odd, mostly because right where his sheaths were, a pair of teats worthy of a broodmare were gently caressed by each throbbing hybrid cock. “Thank you my lord.” She bowed towards Hal, her front legs allowing her to do it properly, her tits swaying and leaking more milk as her own shaft twitched and leaked against her underbelly.

“You’re welcome. Now, give me a good show you two, turn around, look pretty for me, will you?” He grinned as the two did as asked, tiptoeing on the spot, tails raised to let him stare at their slick, puffy nethers, at the swaying tits and throbbing cocks. He smiled even more when the two of them kissed, their longer, more nimble tongues coiling inside their mouths, their saliva dripping down her tits as his tail stroked her five foot long cock, hers shoved down one of his twin six foot rods to plug it up. “Magnificent. I hope this village will grow, become a city where my gifts will be shared by all. My seed has already soaked into the land, fruit will be bountiful, ores you have never seen already wait for you to gather them and new animals are already breeding in the forests. I don’t think you’ll ever need to worry about hunger so… enjoy life, share pleasure and don’t fight ok? It’s a waste of time.”

“We obey.” The two new dragontaurs bowed in unison. “We shall make a kingdom worthy of you and your spawn.” Hal licked her, forcing a tiny fraction of his tongue down her throat, the other taur whinnying in protest until he did the same to him.

“What about the dragon you punished? What shall be his fate?” From the back of the ever hornier crowd, one young teen raised his hand, staring at the titan.

“Oh damn I forgot about him…”