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"Personal reminder for all future flights: never lift off ever again without someone to enjoy your flight with..." Hal chuckled to himself as he soared through the skies, clouds bisected by wings wider than most palaces were tall, bundles of muscle as thick as trenches making them rise and fall, blasting the same clouds away, forming small storms all over. The titan had become something of a small natural disaster while flying, merely by being himself, his size enough to displace thousands of tonnes of water vapour. The fields beneath his flight path must have received some unexpected rains here and there. "Right?" The bronze dragon smiled and curled his neck, looking down, or rather, between his legs and beneath his belly, right where what looked like a sloshing balloon was safely lodged.

A closer inspection would reveal that the balloon was not quite a balloon: it was scaly, although the scales were immensely stretched and far apart, it was sloshing with untold gallons of something, it had arms, legs, a head and a mouth from which trickled tubs of fresh cum as the titan's sack emptied itself casually.Sadly, no one was around for many dozens of miles and anyone on the ground would likely be either scared of the immense shadow soaring above or drawn to the weirdly sticky, gooey, musky rain that followed in the shadow's wake. Hal murred as the dragon crammed onto his cock nodded, shivering and moaning constantly, arms and legs cradling his belly and the hundreds if not thousands of tonnes of cum the behemoth had dumped inside his gut that morning alone. The breeder dragon had not found any punishment good enough for the dragon-now-cumdump: anything short of violence, which he'd not resort to, was only pleasurable for the kinky little herm at this point. If Hal sat on his face with the intent of making him apologize, the dragon would snorting, lick and hump his balls or his tailhole till he came, the immense weight of the titan's body entirely inconsequential in the face of the sheer pleasure that the one being 'punished' could draw from being utterly smothered by him. If he were to cram him inside his sheath, he'd have to deal with him constantly filling it up with his loads, if he crammed him inside his ass or mouth then he'd have to fly with the little thing doing much the same thing. If he denied any sex, pleasure or even the slightest whiff of his scent, that meant restraining himself to a point where he'd feel like the one being punished. Left with no choice, Hal had resorted to using the herm as a fleshy, warm condom to cram his loads inside. As expected, the result felt more like a reward, but Hal had come to enjoy the feeling and the extasy of flying with a full hard on while cumming freely.

On a normal day he'd wait to land before dumping his loads into something, but with a dragon to catch them, he could just relax and let loose. Every time he even slightly felt like cumming, he simply did: his nuts would churn, roaring with untold gallons of breeding batter, his knot would swell and seal the constantly gaping vent his cock was sheathed in and the small dragon would roar and moan loudly, cumming himself as pools' worth of cum were crammed into his womb. It was hardly enough to empty the titan's sack, hell, one could call those regular, casual, quarter-hour long orgasms simply a necessity if he wanted to avoid having his sack grow to far more immense sizes.

Hal huffed, forelimbs grabbing onto the hundred feet wide blimp stuck to his hundred feet long cock, the fat shape of his flare bulging from the front ever so slightly as it swelled and doubled in size, making the little herm cum from the pleasure of feeling that titanic shaft grow inside of him. The bronze dragon roared, stopping in mid-air as he humped his portable cumdump, clouds blasted away around him for miles as his churning balls groaned and then shrank ever so slightly as the titan actively pushed himself towards an orgasm. The air around him warmed up despite them being thousands of feet above the highest mountain, his body heat up as he rutted while hovering causing him to have to actually put effort into staying in place and not fall. The millions of tonnes of cum brewing inside his balls did not help either, pumped in great flood-like waves into a willing, begging, squirming receptacle that demanded for more and more. Hal roared and came, losing a thousand feet of altitude in a few seconds as he forgot to beat his wings from the pleasure of relieving some of the mountainous pressure within his sack. Clouds of musk formed around him, dense, heavy, clinging to his scales like glue while he remembered that he wasn't on the ground. The titan sighed, relieved, resuming his flight while still cumming, his cockhead lost as cum bubbled out of it, swelling the womb of the herm stuck to it, forcing it to grow again and again and again, well past two hundred feet wide with ease. The herm blimp became as big as Hal himself within minutes and then surpassed him, growing even more as the titan kept on cumming without end, gallon after gallon, thousands of tonnes after thousands of tonnes.

"RRRrffff... might have to land at some point... again..." Once the cumdump had reached two hundred and fifty feet wide, Hal started to feel the air dragging against such a massive shape at long last, something that had happened more than once over the past couple days. He'd lift off in the morning, herm crammed on his cock, fly as he grew wider, bigger and heavier with his loads, pump after pump after pump, occasionally dumping a proper orgasm before resuming with the normal leaking only to be forced to land once the small thing had become so big it was more of a chore to fly than to restrain his balls. He huffed, annoyed and a little proud of himself, but more annoyed as he had grown used to the feeling of his cock eternally surrounded by wet squirming walls of dragon flesh.

"Nnnnoooooo! Let's keep going!" The impossibly swollen herm protested, knowing that once on the ground Hal would pull out and empty his womb. The titan rolled his eyes: if he wanted to punish this naughty little thing, he had to at least make him feel some sort of... regret or pain.... However, denying him more time strapped onto his cock was as close to a punishment as his tired mind and muscles could allow.

"Landing it is then." Hal sighed and aimed for the ground, his speed rising with every foot of height he lost until he turned into a meteor falling from the skies. The protests of the herm were lost among the roaring winds and the loud, lewd sloshing of cum inside that warehouse-size womb.

As much as Hal loved cumming freely like that while flying, the thrill of having his balls empty and still not have to do much more than keep going on the wind currents, he hated the landing. With roughly three hundred feet of belly beneath him, Hal had to gauge the distance between the belly and the ground well before he even landed himself, not that he could land first even if he wanted, not with so much cum in between his paws and the ground. Trees were toppled and flattened by an avalanche of scaled flesh, the air pressure from the fall causing more to fall around them moments after landing. And even when the belly had settled, no long sloshing or wobbling, Hal was still safely lodged inside the herm, his paws sinking into the pliable flesh beneath, feeling rivers and lakes of cum lap at his cock, keeping it nice and warm. It was so nice and his muscles felt just sore enough for him to go back on his word already, too comfy to be bothered to get his cock out of that womb, his balls still churning out the last few thousand gallons of his orgasm. He'd quickly nap and then drain the little slut before resuming their journey towards the ocean.

It took seconds for the behemoth to fall asleep, cradled by the warmth of his cumdump and the pleasant ache of a good day's flight, the healthy reek of cum all around him and the growing, thickening musk that his balls wafted now that there was no wind to disperse it. It was like a blanket that screamed of sex, lust and virility slowly crawling all over the forest, making the flowers lose their scent before taking on the behemoth's, trees grow as the sheer life-giving powers of the titan oozed out of his hulking body, animals going into rut for miles as the stench wafting from those godly balls sent out a breeding imperative. Hal snored as did his cumdump, his nuts churning load after load after load, making him rise above the ground even further, not a drop lost as his knot kept it all sealed inside and yet the forest grew around him anyways. Normally it'd take much more for the growing God of Virility and Fertility to bring changes to the environment, hours of cumming, maybe a few hundred metric tonnes of breeding batter dumped into lakes rivers and creeks, but after the centaur village, after he had bathed in a literal lake of his own making, millions of gallons of cum dumped out of his sack... apparently it'd take far less now. Hal simply snored away as the forest was claimed by scent alone, his raw virility bringing new life: trees grew, flowers blossomed before growing into fruits within minutes, feeding the rutting masses of beasts drawn by the scent of the most potent of breeders alive. Hal murred, brought to a monumental orgasm in his deep sleep as dozens of square miles of forests became part of his territory, the belly beneath him flattening even more trees.

Shapes blossomed inside his balls, dozens, hundreds maybe, travelling from the depths of his cum factories to the womb he was safely lodged in, one pair after the other, each fat cum pipe clogged from root to flare with eggs the size of farm horses, displacing pool's worth of spunk every time they landed into a massively swollen womb. Hal bred the slutty herm into a record-breaking motherhood, dozens of new lives becoming hundreds, and still his balls churned out, more cum, more eggs, more potent loads to fertilize the tens that the herm himself was producing every second. The fact that the little herm had not been turned into the most heavily pregnant dragon on the planet after being stuck on his cock already was another part of his punishment, a pleasure and a joy denied to him by the titan. It had been far more painful and annoying than expected but for the whole day before, Hal had somehow managed to not pump a thousand eggs into his cumdump, and now his body demanded compensation. Even his mates, even Segmentium would be shocked by the sheer numbers of new lives crammed into that womb, Hal constantly laying tens every few seconds, his balls swelling with legions to protest for a mere day of restraint, his own breeding imperative far too potent to be controlled. The little thing, or rather, the now mountainous motherly herm, was also growing in fertility, every clutch of a hundred fresh eggs laid into him making his womb heat up and pump out yet more eggs for the titan to fertilize, dozens a second and every one that was seeded made that overly full womb grow even more, a lewd vicious circle that just wouldn't stop. Every drop of cum was absorbed by eggs the size of horses, some bigger, some smaller, a few so big the hatchlings might be bigger than their own mother at birth. As the breeder titan kept on cumming and creating life, he rose higher and higher, inch after inch.

Hal woke up hours later at the sound of rock crumbling into dust, ground by scales and belly. It took him seconds to realize what had happened, aided by the utterly mind-numbing reek of a titanic pregnancy, millions of gallons of cum and a coat of ball sweat so thick that the normal forest around him had become enveloped by a fog that smelled exactly like the pit between his sheath and his balls. The bronze behemoth sighed, half annoyed by the fact that his trip to the ocean was going to be delayed quite a lot and half with the pleasure of a successful breeding. He stretched and yawned, muscles a little cranky after laying with them spread so wide for hours, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up fully as his right leg hiked up and his body moved on his own, releasing the pressure of his bladder straight into the womb crammed completely with massive eggs. The herm broodmother woke up as he felt rivers of hot liquid rush inside of his body, cumming yet again at the sheer lewdness of the act. Hal groaned and licked his chops, his body refusing to stop for even a second even as he began pulling out of the immense slut. A torrent of spent cum blasted out of the herm's gaping muff, thousands of gallons a second arching for dozens and dozens of yards before landing on the far end of the belly and rushing down in rivers, following the shapes of the eggs bulging from within. His landing caused a small crater even with his wings open to cushion the fall somewhat, his balls hitting the ground with enough force to make an even deeper crater laden with musky sweat.

The titan shook his body, hard cock swaying left and right with casual lewdness as the last few blasts of piss added to his already undeniable claim to the land for good measure. It had been a while since he had done something like that and the thrill of going back to marking territory the old fashioned way made him feel like he was still back in the valley. He sighed and licked his cock clean, murring at the undeniable taste of an immensely fertile womb stuck to his flesh like glue and the untold gallons spilled to make it become so potent. He flipped on the ground, leg hiked high, lapping his cock clean for a while, hugging it as if it were another dragon so big it had become, the flared head oozing sperm-packed precum by the tub since after the incident at the centaur village his balls had become so potent he stopped producing mere pre. He reckoned if he stood above someone, he'd impregnate pretty much anything alive simply with a shower of his idle leak. The thought made Hal's balls rumble with pride and desire, churning out a fat load of spunk that hit the behemoth's muzzle with enough force to ricochet and topple a tree under the barrage of heavy, gooey cum.

"I really can't seem to find a way to punish you..." Hal had to scratch his neck in embarrassment. Truly nothing seemed to make this horny bugger take his mind away from thoughts of sex of pleasure to reflect even for a second on his actions. The herm didn't even hear him so far above ground he had risen, the dragon himself a dot on a belly three hundred feet tall. "But I guess that was to be expected." Despite him failing to dish out a suitable punishment, Hal still felt satisfied: if he couldn't make sure that the dragon himself would stay out of trouble, the legions he'd have to tend to for decades to come would help him stay occupied. The thought of thousands upon thousands of his children pestering the constantly pregnant herm, spreading his gifts and being the adorable little buggers he knew they'd become made Hal puff his chest. His nuts rumbled, egging the titan to add a few thousand more just to be very, very sure, swelling with a desperate need, more and more shapes of eggs poking from deep within until the twin orbs reached the ground, forcing Hal to spread his legs slightly just to walk. "Too potent for my own good as always." He chuckled again and lifted his right leg to stare at his balls behind the swaying, throbbing, hundred and twenty foot long hard on he was sporting. He licked his lips at the sight, loving the cold feeling of stone under his hot, steamy nuts like always, and the pleasant touch of all the cum gushing out of his egg-laden prisoner. "If anything he's not gonna move for months..." Hal rubbed his paw against the wall of eggs and spunk, hearing the sound of shells clacking against each other and the spasms of endless orgasms as the mother of his next clutch came and came as he was emptied. "Guess I can take some time to get a bath."

The hundred foot tall dragon pushed past trees the size of castle towers born from during his nap, each thick, hard as steel, towering over the rest of the forest since those closest to him had been utterly doused in strong musk for hours. They were massive and still unable to stand in the way of the dragon's desire to take a bath, a push of his paws, a hit with his shoulders or an accidental collision from his swaying sack meant that the three hundred foot tall trees risked to collapse and crash. Strong roots held them in place well enough but it didn't hide the fact that more than a few almost fell down with such ease, some marked with wet, sweaty prints from his engorged nuts, others scratched by scales tougher than adamantium. There was peace in the forest for the most part, beside the thunder of his steps and the occasional rock crushed beneath his paws and the countless tonnes of weight stacked on his body, which was a pleasant break from the chaos that normally surrounded him: no wind screaming around his ears, no needy moans, no cries of pleasure, no booming rush of spunk from his cum tanks, only step after step. Even his roaring nuts had quieted down somewhat, bubbling with ever growing reserves of breeding batter in a way that resembled more a dormant volcano than a raging river as per his usual. He was almost tempted to take another nap after going for that bath so peaceful the forest was. He shivered as he relaxed his bladder once again, a sigh of relief echoing in the forest as he took the liberty to further mark the forest as he idly walked around, making sure to thoroughly hose trees all over the place.

However, as he slid into the cold water of a river he found after a good while, he decided to push that nap for another time and laze around in the river instead, letting the shallow waters lap at his scales and wash some of the hundreds of layers of cum from them. It had to be said that the river was well over fifty feet deep on average, some spots more than eighty, marking it as a place of interest on any map of the continent, littered with bridges wherever trade routes met the raging waters, but for Hal it felt more like the bubbling brook that he used to take baths in when he was a kid. Even the cold, a danger for anything not used to icy temperatures, were hardly enough to make him shiver and instead, his body heat warmed them up instead, the fiery furnace burning inside his heart turning the temp up a few notches. Hal made sure to scrub his scales good, watching as spunk mixed with water, his cock throbbing gently against the current, sheath massaged by the bubbles that most beings would call 'deadly currents'. It took him a few moments to realize that anyone swimming inside that river at any place downstream over the next few days would likely come out very, very pregnant as his cum mixed with the flow. He was more than sure that his swimmers could last for that long even in such cold water, otherwise he'd not be the god of virility he was. The thought made him grin and paw at his shaft, his nuts roaring, making the water bubble and steam as the twin orbs heated up and churned fat loads. The pawing, the chilly waters and the knowledge he'd knock up hundreds of strangers bathing in the river brought Hal to a small orgasm within minutes.

The river raged when he came, blasts of water mixed with spunk flew onto the riverbank, the flow increased as tens of thousands of gallons were dumped over the course of minutes, turning the clear blue liquid into a murky one, hotter than before. Hal grinned and sunk deeper into the river, only his head peeking out as he kneaded and pawed at his cock with renewed interest, his balls churning with enough power to make the behemoth take a full-body bubble bath, hot and steamy to the point that the air was chock full of musky, salty vapours, reeking of virility. It was like being at home. With the added bonus of peace and quiet of course.

Hal lazily floated within the river, cumming freely for close to half an hour despite it being not a serious orgasm, simply a naughty need to make people downstream a little confused as to why entire cities and villages suddenly grew very, very pregnant with dragon eggs. Eventually his balls began to swell again because of his mind wandering to all the eggs that would be laid by confused humans, lizardfolk and other dragons for months after. They grew and swelled, each fifty feet wide, and then they kept growing, sixty feet, eight, a hundred, twin spheres of unmatched virility, so big they began to cut the flow of the river ever so slightly. Water turned murkier and murkier till it was nearly white and only then did the breeder behemoth felt like stopping. Not that he did, his body demanded to be drained and the feeling was far too nice to simply halt right then and there. Even as the forest grew noisier with grumbles and curses and the heavy steps of something closing in towards him, Hal did not stop in his mission to impregnate untold amounts of people or anything lucky enough to get in contact with his seed. The river became even whiter as water became scarcer and his cum thicker, the lake he had idly floated in now a massive basin to hold all of him as his churning nuts ramped up their production and pumped tens of thousands of gallons of glue-thick cum into the reservoir over long lazy minutes. With such a big tank to fill, Hal grinned and relaxed, letting his body give in to the feeling, his twin cum pipes working overtime to dump the endless loads. At the rate he was cumming, he'd fill the lake within two hours and soon the entirety of the lands downstream would have to avoid bathing in the water for decades just to avoid a pregnancy after another.

He laid atop the riverbank with a pleased expression, stroking himself every now and then, checking how much of the lake he had converted into his personal cumdump until, from the line of trees, popped out a little dragon. Or rather, a normal dragon that looked to be about fifteen feet tall at the shoulder or so, about twenty five long, black like the night and angry as a dragon could be. The behemoth's expression turned to one of curiosity as he looked at the newcomer, made curious by the exotic tattoo-like markings on the little one's scales, red as blood arranged in swirling patterns. The black dragon was sleek, slender, very elegant in a way that Hal had never quite seen before, as if he, in the middle of cursing at the world and everyone in it, still gave it a show of his beauty. The lake had turned into a bubbling cum broth by then, steam rising from the spot where Hal's nuts had sunk, but the newcomer seemed far too engrossed in his own thoughts to realize about the state of the water or even the presence of the beast within them. He stared quietly as the black male dunked his head into the murky water and too a few gulps before pulling out and smacking his lips with a confused expression, clearly unsure why the water tasted so salty. The behemoth chuckled as the other dragon grew hard within seconds from drinking the products of his loins, a fat although a little short blood-red cock spreading a black sheath like a spear. While not too long, the male had a really thick shaft, one that, had Hal been a tenth of his size, would have loved to take up his tail. It looked like a good, three feet long, a few bumps here and there, a fat knot, barbed even, yeah it'd be a good lay had he not been a hundred feet tall and quite literally ten times bigger. A shame.

The chuckle at the black male's confusion for his sudden arousal finally drew their gazes together, Hal still smiling with a grin about as wide as the black dragon was long.

"WH-who are you?" The male recoiled as he was confronted by a dragon the size of a castle idly sitting in a river deep enough to look as if it had no bottom.

"Hal." The titan nodded, extending a modicum of courtesy and little more, too busy enjoying the sight of the little one trying to get his bearings together and the water bath to do anything else. "Pleased to meet you." The other one, now clearly understanding that his boner would not go down, not for a while, positioned himself so that his flank would hide that red pillar of shame from the massive beast.

"Arreghor, third son of king Arrethor, lord of the dragons of the Katcha peninsula." Arreghor bowed his head down, almost touching the ground.

"King? Do dragons have kings? Huh, didn't know that..." Hal chuckled again, scratching his chin and displacing enough water to fill a moat.

"How do you not... know that?" Arreghor looked far more shocked now at the seeming lack of common sense in the bronze titan than at his size. "Although I have also never heard of any dragon so... big. Are you a hermit of some sort?" Hal laughed, a booming laughter that lasted all of four seconds and scared birds away for good mile around them.

"You could say that yes." Hal slipped deeper into the river and caused a small, localized tsunami to break the riverbank here and there. "But let's just say I... don't meddle with other dragons often, beside my family and the occasional chance encounter such as this one." That seemed to be enough for Arreghor. "So, what is a prince doing all alone out here? Got kicked out of the palace or whatever?"

"What? No!" The little one stomped and huffed, but the stiff arousal leaking clear pre on the grass was hardly helping him. "I am the one who left of my own volition! They didn't have anything to do with my decision." Another huff.

"They? So it was a big mess." Hal had met enough exiled, lonely folks back in Tuk to know that when someone acted that way they had big problems wherever they had come from. Arreghor sighed deeply.

"I had always been the runt of the family so to speak, not because I was small mind you." The black male eyed the towering bronze titan with a hint of envy hidden deep within his gaze.

"Is it about the red marks then?" Hal lifted a paw that was about as big as the entire smaller male and pointed a claw towards him, scaring the little thing quite a bit. "They look quite good on you if I have to be honest." Arreghor seemed to puff his chest a bit at the compliment.

"No, it's more... about all the rest: my ancestors have been rulers for ages pretty much, so I have blood from half of the entire roster of dragon kinds on the continent, dozens of ancient families all mixed together. Normally it'd be good, but with me they sort of... mixed too much: I got the wings of the Sand Whisperers, the black scales of the Volcanic Folk, the eyes of the Helm and... a dozen other things that normally don't show themselves on the bodies of my family. It seems that I got a bad start at life." Arreghor sighed again. "Even that wouldn't be bad, I liked being different, but I recently found out that too much mixing has caused some other issues... back there."

"Back where?" Hal cocked his head with curiosity, watching in amusement as Arreghor lifted his leg to reveal the still throbbing erection. The titan took the chance to sneak in a little closer and get himself a nice look just for fun while the prince looked the other way, embarrassed by his condition.

"There is this ritual in the royal family that a prince should breed his future wives in front of the court to prove his worth as future sire of the family and up until that moment I thought of myself as the peak of all species but, well... too many families are mixed and it seems I have trouble putting eggs inside even fertile females." Arreghor huffed and then froze as he realized at last that the titan's muzzle was right next to him, a head the size of a barn inches away from his most sensitive and precious bits. Hal huffed the male's scent, nostrils flaring wide to sniff and sample the musk of a royal and, much to the truth of the little one, he smelled so many different scents hidden deep beneath the scales, fighting with each other, the essence of a bunch of prideful males chosen for their best traits clashing to be the one to sire the next generation of heirs to the royal family. The bronze beast huffed deeper drawing in so much air he lifted the black male's sizeable junk and opened his mouth, stealing a lick to those fat orbs, tasting them, making their owner shiver and spill precum all over his tongue. Hal pulled back once had had left a shine to the royal jewels.

"Yeah, you do smell and taste like a bunch of dragons."

"Wh-what was that for! It was rude!" Arreghor curled his tail between his legs while Hal savoured the taste of his groin with pleasure.

"I am what you could call an expert in fertility and virility, I have made it my duty in this world to make sure dragons prosper, either by siring my own clutches or by helping others get their own. I'd say I have been fairly successful in both." Hal grinned and pointed at the mountain of squirming belly begging to be filled in the distance. The sight made Arreghor forget about hiding his arousal and sniff the air as Hal slowly slipped out of the water, waves of cummy water splashing high all over the riverbank. Once the prince laid his eyes upon the behemoth's junk his jaw dropped, nostrils flaring wide as the scent of a pillar of cock longer than its owner was no longer blocked by water, free to spread. Hal licked his lips and stood proud over the small male, all of his bulk, size and the one hundred and thirty feet long erection bared before him. Arreghor mewled and shivered, both in awe at the size of the beast and from the thickening musk that screamed of satisfied wombs and untold gallons of cum spilled. "I could help you if you asked." The offer was made just as Hal's nuts churned a fat spurt that raced from the base to the tip in seconds, a massive blast of cloudy cum that splattered dozens of yards away, hundreds of gallons of immensely virile breeding batter. Arreghor looked at the fat pillar of flesh before his eyes and the endless cumshot fired from the immensely wide flare and then at the murky waters, his tongue tingling as he realized the stench of salt and sweat in the air matched far too closely the taste of the water he had drank before.

"W-w.... seriously?" Arreghor' entire body perked up, from snout to tail tip to his cock, all raring to go and prove himself to his family. "You'd help me?"

"Why not? I am an expert in breeding and I'd be a somewhat bad father if I let a talented, good looking, potent little breeder-in-the-making alone, wouldn't I?" Hal craned his neck once again and sneaked his head beneath Arreghor's belly, nuzzling the achingly hard cock jutting from his sheath.

"Oooooh..." The black male shivered once more, humping lightly the immense tongue wrapped around his shaft, milking him for all he was worth.

"Mmmh you taste good... your highness." There was a hint of snark in the way Hal referred to the prince but Arreghor hardly cared, too busy getting licked by a mountainous beast, surrounded by more musk than the entire court could produce at the very peak of the breeding season, assaulted by it almost. His nose could smell nothing but the churning boulders making the ground literally shake or the pillar of cock mere feet away, his sight entirely taken by that very same shaft, a wall of pink that throbbed, squirmed and told of the beast's skills, his mouth tasting nothing but the cum infused waters. Within a few seconds the world had turned from a lake and a mountain to cock and balls and pleasure. "I'd be honoured to help, at a condition."

"Anything! Please... just let me..." Arreghor grabbed the snout of the titan and began humping, his instincts confusing the tight grip and skills of the beast's tongue for a female, his head swimming in musk so dense he had no choice but to enter a deep rut right then and there. "Mmmmmhhhh...!" The prince roared, a muffled roar as his cock swelled with fresh blood and delivered several healthy spurts of cum into the mouth of the behemoth. Hal let the little thing use his tongue as he wished until that shaft stopped spurting but had not yet flagged, immediately kissing the prince, forcing him to taste his very own seed as it was still oh so warm. Arreghor protested a bit and then gave up, letting the beast shove that tongue down his throat, savouring his own cum like fine spiced wine along with the virile taste of the titan's own cock and balls and the immensely fertile undertones of dozens of females he had bred and sampled.

"There we go my little one... the first lesson is: as long as you are potent enough, no act is too lewd. Be it walking around with your cock hard all day, cumming freely onto anything and anyone, calling for a female to lick your balls while you suck a male off, nothing is too much. Pleasure is universal when you are at the very top and no one will question your actions, only follow or look as they lick themselves to orgasm." The little one moaned and gave in once more, making out with Hal's tongue as his balls ached with fresh loads. "No reason to hide your pride and no shame in aiming for males or females, pleasure is pleasure after all and as a king your duty is to give as much as you take. That doesn't mean you are beneath anyone even if your mouth if full of cock, not when they are the ones begging for it."

Hal pulled back and turned his back against the prince, tail raised high up in the air, balls touching the ground so big they were, a wall of churning bronze scales dripping with sweat and cum and water alike. Arreghor looked up, craning his neck to stare at the puffy donut hovering dozens of feet above the ground: it was unbefitting of a beast like him, more suitable for a deviant male or a female keeping herself for that one special dragon in her life and yet that donut beckoned the prince. His shaft ached far more than all the times he had been walking behind females in a fiery heat. He understood the meaning of the words of the titan: it hardly mattered whether he was on top or at the bottom of the mating pile, he commanded everyone with presence alone, he dictated how things had to go and who had the honour of using his body by enticing anything with a musk that demanded everyone to raise their tails and press their noses to his sheath.

Hal murred as his backside was examined under the prince's deepening lust, his nuts churning with desire to show the little one how to make a proper mess, his tailhole itching for a good filling from that red rocket. But for that he'd have to give the black male a few gifts. The titan licked his lips and backed till his rump was hover above Arreghor and then slowly sat upon him, his balls smothering the entirety of his body and then some. He felt the prince sink into the ground, utterly pinned into the soft, mushy, cum-soaked soil like a fresco on a wall. Arreghor gasped and tried to breathe but all his body could take in were pockets of musk and gallons upon gallons of salty watery cum. The tastebuds on his tongue blossomed to life, as if fireworks exploded all over, the moment he licked the scales of the titan: the flavour of spunk, of salt, of sex, of pure, raw, undiluted virility, godly in its ability to sire life into anything and anyone the behemoth wished to bed. Arreghor laid there, pinned, smothered, and he licked, he sniffed, he worshipped the beast as he should have, as he wanted and needed to do, his mouth scraped sweat and cum from the taut scaled flesh, his cock aching as it fired cum round after round after round, his balls fuller and fuller as if he had not cum once in months.

The behemoth tended to his own erection while his balls were worshipped, feeling the little thing grow and swell under the direct contact with his sack, the potential of a breeder second only to him slowly blossoming into existence with every lick, every orgasm. Hal sucked himself off casually as he aimed his flare towards the lake, adding more and more and more spunk to the already tainted reserve. The stimulation made his nuts ramp up production, his batter far denser to the point it stopped dissolving in the water and instead letting it absorb its essence and the trillions of eager swimmers as it flowed downstream. He kissed his flare, making out with it, his hindlegs massaging his achingly full nuts for minutes, waiting for Arreghor to get himself out and claim his prize.

It took nearly half an hour, half an hour of endless orgasms for the both of them, although Hal simply let his earlier climax continue and the little one piled messier and messier peaks upon each other till the hundreds of gallons he spilled started to leak from underneath the bronze sack. The moment Hal felt two paws push against his balls and lift them, he knew that the prince had gotten to the right point but had still a ways to go. Arreghor roared, muscles bloating with power, his small size swelling ever so slightly as he fought against gravity's merciless pull on the hundred foot wide spheres pinning him to the ground. Inch after inch he lifted them up, muscles aching pleasantly as he drank in the raw power oozing from them, soaking in so much raw virility that every time he pushed, the prince came harder, his balls dropped lower and grew fuller. Within a couple minutes, Hal felt his nuts drop down again, sinking deeper into the soaked soil, causing tall waves to form into the cummy lake.

Arreghor stood only a couple feet higher than before, but his body was hot, steaming, reeking of his balls to high heaven but slowly absorbing that scent, all the lineages in his blood drawn to one goal and one goal only: to cram his cock into that godly pillowy donut and show the dignity of a prince to the wandering beast. Hal licked his lips and watched as Arreghor bloated bigger and stockier, still sleek, still elegant, but clearly tens of times stronger, his muscles more defined, his look more regal and his junk far, far bigger. The three foot long shaft had swelled till it poked from the front of his forelimbs, all ten feet of it steel hard, bumps, ridges, knots covering its surface, telling of his mixed heritage with no shame. Now that his body was no longer compressed by hundreds of tonnes of churning nut, Arreghor grew, swelling past thirty feet tall in seconds, nearly twice as long counting his tail, his cock rushing to match the growth: thirty, forty and then fifty feet long, thicker than it had the right to be, so massive that the prince had to spread his legs to stand, his balls wider than he was. He was still merely half the size of the beast but Hal knew that he'd finally get a good filling after leaving Segmentium. The little thing was ready.

Not a word needed to be said, although Arreghor did strut around for a little bit, flaunting his junk, caressing it, resting his entire body upon it like a steel hard pillow that spread his sheath oh so wide, his balls heavy enough to dig a small trench on the ground, a trench that reeked of a single, determined, desperately horny male. The prince jumped and opened his wings to get over the immense hurdle that was the wall of bronze balls standing between his cock and the beasts's tailhole, his calculation so perfect he barely had to line himself up and simply slid inside that puffy ring with ease. It was lubed by sweat and all the spunk the titan had spilled in the water, but even without it was so big and soft anyone could have hilted themselves inside like a sword inside a perfect sheath.It was warm, it was slick, it was massive and soft like a pillow but most of all the scent of other breeders that had laid their claim upon that puffy ring made his own instincts demand that he claim that tailhole for himself.

The prince roared and grabbed Hal's tail, using it as support as he stood on top of a rumbling carpet of nut and began to thrust. His rump rose until only the fat cocktip was left buried in that pillow of an ass, balls swaying upwards only to collide against Hal's with the force of a boulder rolling down a hill. The smack echoed across the forest, followed by a needy moan from both their throats and the lewd rush of cum into the lake and then by another smack, and another and ten more after that. Arreghor picked up a pace quickly, his haunches growing just to make sure he had the muscle needed to lift his ever growing and ever heavier sack, going from the mere five foot spheres the moment he had come out of the titan's press to the thirty-something boulders, almost as tall as he was, pebbles compared to the mountains he was standing on. Hal let his tongue lol out as he was rutted with all the newfound power that his latest conquest had gotten, taking the brunt of his excitement, his growing lust so that anyone else after wouldn't get hurt because he wasn't used to the new body. His cock fired endlessly but every smack of their balls made him gush harder, the twin jets of cum from his flare reaching the other end of the lake every time, lewd arches of pure cum glittering under the afternoon sun, crashing into trees, carving the ground so fast they were pumped out of the behemoth's sack. Hal moaned with no shame, egging the growing prince to fuck him harder and faster, demanding a rougher breeding as his guts were filled with the most textured, wonderful cock he had taken in a long while. Segmentium was perfect in his girth, size, skill, but Arreghor had bumps and ridges in the right places, little spots of pleasure that hit the right crevices in his passage, making every thrust feel as if ten different males had crammed their cocks inside his stretched tailhole.

And again Arreghor understood that even if the beast was moaning and begging for his cock, that he was the one that held all the power, even as he rutted him, even as he moved his hips faster, as he licked the rim of that puffy ring, even as he did his best to make the titan moan, he was the one that controlled the flow, the one that, by sheer skill and lust, was on top. That tailhole milked him like a thousand paws, kneading his steel-hard flesh, demanding his cum, tracing the most fine of veins upon his cock like an artist making a sculpture. As Hal moaned and came harder than before, Arreghor hilted himself, quick, relentless thrusts rubbing the knot at the base of his shaft and the bumps right where the titan was most sensitive, making the bigger male whine and roar in an explosive climax that eclipsed the half an hour of endless pleasure they had spent together. Hal's balls rumbled with more power than an earthquake, fissuring the earth, opening deep gashes into the lake's floor, whirlpools sucking in the tainted water and bringing millions of gallons of raw spunk into the reservoirs beneath and still the level of the lake rose. As the titan came, so did the one buried in his ass, the prince howling as more spunk than he had produced in his entire life rushed out of his sack and filled Hal to the brim, his knot swelling to insane sizes, wider than the dragon's own torso, and then another at the thirty foot mark, all to keep every drop into the beast, all to stake his claim.

Hal felt Arreghor's breeding batter flood his gut, thousands of potent loads that made him cum harder yet again, the howl that came out of his mouth the second that eggs formed inside him blasted clouds away for a good mile. Arreghor panted, pulling his cock back until the first knot popped out and resumed breeding his benefactor, spurred by the knowledge that his seed had taken, that he was finally a proper member of the royal family. As the prince knot-fucked the titan, the forest grew humid, the water long gone, a fog made of ball sweat, cum and raw musk seeping from both male's sacks mixing in the air. Hal's dense rutting scent towered over all, but the strong, raw stench of a second male fought bravely, standing against the onslaught of the beast, a testament to the newfound breeder's potency.

Egg after egg formed into Hal's gut, every single one a fresh orgasm that made him shiver as royal seed was added to the legion of Segmentium's own breed, bulging the gut of the titan and bringing yet more pleasure to both. Hours passed and before long, Arreghor's knot deflated just enough for him to slide back, the cum slickened balls he was resting on no longer a safe foothold. The prince fell into a new lake of cum, the riverbank gone, hidden beneath five feet of pure spunk. For a moment he worried that Hal's swimmers would assault him and turn him into the same babbling, unmoving wall of egg crammed belly as the dragon in the distance but they didn't.

"Congratulations my dear." Hal murred, licking his cockhead as his shaft softened and returned to his sheath, a few feet poking out as even that immense pouch failed to hold all of that maleness at once. "I am sure your clutches will be the greatest among your family." Arreghor grinned and paraded before the beast, showing off all of himself from the floor-touching nuts to the cock he could barely lick the tip so long and thick it had become to the sleek-yet-powerful build. Hal instead pressed his nose to the prince's rump, holding him in place as he sniffed his tailhole and lapped at his cum-coated balls. Arreghor huffed, his haunches rising by mere instinct or reverence, letting him be sampled by the titan. "Mmmh that's the musk of a proper prince..." Hal took another whiff, his other paw stroking the fat cock that had been buried in his tailhole, swiftly bringing the black beast to a quick orgasm right then and there as he was rimmed and teased, immediately making Arreghor cum once more with his cum-lubed paw, the pads soft and slickened, wrapped around the achingly hard bumpy shaft with skill worthy of a god. "Don't worry about size or being too big, let's just say that my gift also makes others... stretchy enough to take you."

"But the rest is all up to me right?"

"Of course my dear prince. I just helped you bring out the potential within you, unify all your ancestor's bloodlines, what you do with that power is your decision. Just don't abuse it alright? I will know if you misbehave and trust me, I can take away this gift as quickly as I gave it to you." The warning was clear. "That being said, before you get to your kingdom, take care of my little friend over there." Hal nudged at the wall of eggs miles in the distance. "He's gonna be immobile for months so do feed him lots and make sure he is... properly tended to." Both chuckled. "It'll be good practice for you before you make your return. Wouldn't want to have a prince not used to his body, right?"

"Sure..." Arreghor chuckled, his still spurting shaft aching with the prospect of the perfect receptacle for his newfound virility. "What about you?"

"Me? Oh, I want to go and see the ocean so I'll do that." Hal smiled and stretched a bit, paws splashing into the lake of cum. "Maybe see if I can fill it like I did with this lake here." Normally the prince would have laughed at the joke but seeing just how much the behemoth had spilled and how heavy and big his sack still was, he knew that if he put some effort, the coasts of half a dozen nations' would be stained white within the end of the month. "I will give you a little bit of extra advice before I leave you: hardly anything is going to be out of your reach in terms of pleasure. No cock too big or too small, no vent too tight, no one will resist to your musk. That being said, you might... find yourself attracted to a far wider range of beings, a little side effect of being compatible with nearly anything that breathes." Hal smiled. "Also you might want to be careful when you experiment: your body is indeed a healthy mix of dozens of dragon species but I felt it hunger for more."

"Hunger?"

"I am tempted to tell you right now but I think I'll let you find out when the time comes." The titan smirked, knowing already the flurry of sensations Arreghor would find himself soon, his own body whispering in the back of his mind to let the prince know what he was in for. The beast's cock slid out of his sheath a bit, a mere dozen feet, both cum pipes bloating wider and wider, each big enough to swallow a horse if not two, his balls gurgling, begging for a squirming host to cradle and churn into a far more virile version of itself. Arreghor gulped, unsure of what the titan meant, afraid and immensely aroused by the churning and loud, thunderous groaning coming from the hill-sized nuts beneath his tail. He swore he could hear the cum being brewed inside them. "Yeah, I think I'll have you find out but I promise it'll be worth it." Hal chuckled loudly and craned his neck to lick and nuzzle his hungry sack: it was time to leave and maybe act on its desires. After all he had always heard of how slender and slick the creatures of the sea were and he bet that they'd slide amazingly well down his cock. His balls echoed and grew a few yards at the thought, shocking the prince and making him grow hard on the spot as he witnessed those orbs swell bigger before his very eyes. Hal shrugged and huffed as he too grew, swelling to a hundred and fifty feet tall in the span of a couple of seconds, allowing himself the room to walk even with balls the size of a manor tucked beneath his tail. If anything they didn't touch the ground anymore. "Alright, time for little old me to go. I wish you best of luck, your highness. Do name one of your future children after me and remember to take care of our friend over there." He smiled and opened his wings. Hal waited for a few moments more, eyeing the glowing sigil that had just then blossomed on the black male's back, yellow instead of red like the others, baring the shape of Hal's own muzzle. A connection was formed and suddenly the titan was able to feel almost everything within the younger male's body, the eagerness, the desires, the unbridled need to finally cram tens of wombs full, the admiration and deep lust towards the beast that had allowed him a second chance. Hal's balls rumbled once again, attempting to coax him to swallow the black prince and carry him around for a while. But it wasn't the right time. "I'll be waiting to hear great things about you in the coming months."

With a single beat of his wings Hal toppled hundreds of trees and lifted off, blasting clouds far apart easily and disappeared behind a mountain in a couple minutes, leaving behind a prince, a lake bubbling with hot spunk that was already starting to blossom into dozens of pregnancies as the tainted water reached wells and harbours set up along the river and one immensely pregnant herm still begging for another clutch.

The ocean was far closer than he had thought, opening into a vast expanse of blue and frothy waves right behind a towering peak he had been flying towards. Perched upon one of the jagged towers of the highest mountain around, Hal looked at the blue waters, excited like a little kid, memories of books he had read years before, of all the times he asked the gods to be turned into a fish so he could ride rivers and creeks till he arrived from Tuk to the ocean. While he hadn't been granted that particular wish, he still managed to get there in the end. He took a deep breath and sighed before frowning: he had been told that the sea smelled salty, of brine, algae and fish, but beneath that smell he somehow also smelled himself. He wracked his brains as to why a place he had never been before had the same musky undertones of his nuts. Hal smelled the air again and smiled, guessing that, along the many stops he had done over the weeks of his travels from the valley, some creek or underground water reservoir he had crammed full of cum connected to the ocean itself. Maybe it had been that time he had bred a mountain almost into dust, or maybe it was the lake beneath the centaur village. After a couple moments of thought, it was something that was bound to happen sooner or later. Pride blossomed in his chest as his cock and balls bloated and grew, his forelegs now sharing space with his shaft as it speared through rock as if it was butter. That arousal only grew faster once he saw that on the shore, swimming around the shallow waters, a small group of dragons were piled upon each other, a big, messy pile that squirmed, their moans so loud he heard them from where he stood, the wind bringing forth a diluted if familiar smell.

The titan rushed down the mountain, ready to meet beings his powers had already began to change far before he had even got closer to the ocean. His steps warned the frolicking, moaning mass of dragon coils well before he reached the bottom and as he arrived before them, they were standing in line, neatly arranged, neck bowing to him. Hal murred, his eyes drinking in their forms: sleek, slender, scales glittering with water and salt crystals drying in the sun, algae hanging from small horns or fat tailfins, the slender, tapering shafts jutting from slits far too small for their sizes, squirming, oozing watery cum with excitement. All stood still, Hal watching over them, towering with his hundred and fifty feet against their mere twenty, his cock alone several times as long as the biggest of them. A couple seemed to not be able to hold themselves back as his scent spread, shivering and moaning as their cocks spasmed and fired all over the ground, still standing and waiting but hardly able to do anything but cum and cum and cum. Hal stared as they painted the ground white, their loads messier and far more sizeable than the lack of fat sacks between their legs suggested.

Hal licked his lips and spread his legs wide and craned his neck, mouth wide open. The smaller dragons stood still as best they could while the titan grabbed one of them and put it into his mouth, his tongue washed with the herm's spunk and the taste of fish and salt. Hal toyed a little with his 'food', making sure to savour her entire body, but his stomach wasn't claiming it for itself and once again his nuts churned and bloated, washing the entire enclave of water beasts in a single twin spurt that ricocheted off the water surface. The bronze beast lifted his cock with one paw, muscles straining to give a show to his cumming captive audience and kissed his flare, muzzle sinking inside until he could let the occupant in his maw free. The entirety of his shaft, from knot to tip, swelled and trembled, wave after wave drawing the body of the water dragon deeper into the chasm of his pillar and then into his nuts. Instantly Hal moaned and swelled a few feet, feeling the herm swim inside his nuts as if she was swimming in the ocean itself, her seed mixing with his own straight from the source. His shaft fell down and immediately the line of dragons was broken, slick bodies fighting to stay atop one another and be the first to cram themselves into that cock to join their kin.

Hal braced himself as his shaft swallowed one after another, both cum pipes so immensely plugged up by eager swimmers, their scales and fins and webbed paws teasing his inner flesh, their hefty bulk adding tons to his ballsack each time one dropped in. They swam with energy and rutted with even more devotion, moving through the thick cum brewing inside his tanks as if water, making it thicker as they added their own. The titan huffed and roared, water rippling as he began to swell, grow, become far more powerful as each single occupant meant several feet of growth and more and more power for him. Within seconds he broke past two hundred feet, giving the little dragons more space to swim in, then three hundred, four and some, his cock pushing well past his forelimbs, five hundred feet long and thick enough to allow him to rest upon it until the next burst of growth.

He eventually managed to see an island several miles off the coast with the six hundred feet of height he had reached, his balls pushing against the mountain behind him, each about as wide as he was tall, his cock a monster, a world pillar that could easily be wider than a castle or a fortress, veins dancing upon his surface, the flare as big as an entire small village and dumping tens of thousands of gallons of raw cum into the ocean. Then he heard a call from the deep, a guttural voice, a beckoning whisper... a challenge. He growled and accepted it and as soon as he did, his body began to change: his proud wings shrunk, the webbed membrane that had carried him for thousands of miles vanishing as the thick arms became a second pair of forelimbs, the same web appearing between each toe in both pairs to aid him in swimming. Gills opened on his neck, deep as trenches, tickling his flesh with the salty brine of the ocean air, a fin sprung from his back, extending all the way to his tailtip. Hal murred and sighed with happiness, only to be a little disappointed as his shaft shrunk a bit, his flare merging into the thinning shape of his maleness until only a sleek, orca-like cock swayed hypnotically between his legs. The disappointment lasted all of three seconds since within seconds a line appeared right in the middle of that shaft, splitting it in two, one titanic, womb-bursting cock for each one of his cum pipes. Hal huffed, having a hard time controlling himself as both mammoth pillars of slick cockflesh coiled upon his limbs or around each other to form a singular, spiral tower of throbbing maleness.

All concerns were washed away as his balls began to shrink, too big and cumbersome for a water creature. The titan protested an fought to keep his pride out but the same powers that fuelled him and so often rebelled against his conscious will seemed to win once more, absorbing all they needed straight from the squirming cargo, using their form as base for his own. Hal roared, nuts halving in size faster than when he came, packing, cramming every last dragon down and forcing them out. His perineum bloated, working overtime to pump out immensely thick cum and dozens of eager breeders full of eggs out of the same passage they had entered. The titan roared over and over, thrashing as he shot one after the other out, both of his shafts achingly hard and pointing upwards, making his cargo fly for hundreds of yards before plunging into the ocean, each shot propelling them further from the coast. His nuts shrank and shrank, turning internal and yet their production only grew and grew, bloating each of the hundred foot wide bases spreading Hal's slit immensely wide to the point his hips pushed far apart only to accommodate their sheer girth. As the last one was shot half a mile off the coast, Hal felt warm air rush to lap at his shafts and grew one last time, dozens of yards of height piled in a split second just before his unplugged shafts stiffened and his orgasm roared across the air. The island he had seen miles away was suddenly bathed in a rain of breeding batter, two dense ropes thicker than roads crashing into fishermens' houses, onto streets and the island, leaving nothing uncovered, no one safe for nearly half an hour as the overstimulated nuts of the behemoth ached with pleasure and a dull throb of permanent fullness. As Hal closed to the end of his orgasm he began his march towards the call, heading deep into the ocean, behind him a frothy coating of cum lapping at miles of coastline, the foam reeking of sex, musk and imposing his will to thousands of species, the trail of seed following him as he headed even deeper, cocks retreating into his slit, disappearing with only a massively swollen and puffy opening to warn of their presence and size.

Sometime down the line, within the great rocky halls carved into the mountains of Katcha, the hubbub of dragons moving back and forth stopped as a newcomer made everything grind to a halt: diplomats, servants, nobles and royals all stared as the black beast waltzed into the sacred chambers of the king, shameless in his actions and shameless as his arousal left behind a trail of seed. Even after the guards had arrived, even after they had identified the one barging into the court, even after receiving more orders to stop the prince, not one lifted a claw to do so. More and more dragons followed him into the depths of the mountain, eyes glued to the black ballsack swaying left and right, noses flaring over and over as the scent almost stole any thought but the ones of their loins.

As the doors to the inner chambers were opened and the king of the dragons of half the continent was bared before a crowd, not one stopped staring at the black male, male or female or herm, all waited with bathed breath, hard cocks or slick vents, for his first words. Even the king froze upon seeing the cause of the commotion, forgetting about the female he was mounting or the tongue of his wives lapping at his sack with devotion. Both males stared at each other in silence until...

"Hello father, I have returned."