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Swallowed by a Macro Cock

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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"Ohhh..."

"You like that, don't you, little scrap?"

Mason smirked, the macro dragon relaxing back across the hill, outside the limits of the city but not entirely far from civilisation. It may have been night, but that only lent additional splendour to his scales. Huge and golden in yellow-white scales, his body glinted in the moonlight, though there was so very much of his to relax, adoring his shape, his size, his form. Even his wings draped down over the hill, spreading out and flattening the grass where h had room to actually stretch out, as unconventional as it was for a giant anthro drake like him to take up so much space.

They thought that macros didn't need to do as they did, but, well, they couldn't do anything about their size. They even needed to have their own lives and loves and relationships too. And that was exactly what Mason wanted out there, a little quiet time, the trees rustling on the edge of the nearby woodland, a country park of sorts that housed natural flora and fauna, the kind of wildlife of the country that liked that cultivated, well-cared for environment.

A moan caught him and he grinned toothily, his huge toes wiggling even as a deep groan rose from his own throat. His voice was always booming, reminiscent of his size, everything about him appearing massive even if he was not trying to be.

Kevin, the tiny, well, normal-sized dragon that was tucked in his sheath, pressed up to the meat of his cock, was not a conventional partner for the macro. But what was between them was something that could develop into love, given time, if only they had that together. Kevin was tiny and petite, a normal creature while Mason dwarfed the country and towered almost as tall as some skyscrapers in the city, but they came together beautifully. His pale blue scales complemented Mason's in the dim glow of the moon, the sparkle of the stars glancing off his scales as he whimpered and rubbed his muzzle into that giant cock.

It was ten time his length and that was just why it was the perfect home for him, Kevin whimpering with submission, head spinning, so wrapped up in the light musk of Mason's sheath that he hardly could make sense of his own reality. It was his place to be so dominated, picked up under his arms in a pinching motion of the giant dragon's fingertips.

"You doing okay there, little one? I think it's time you slip into something...more comfortable. And wet."

The booming rumble had to have gone for miles but Kevin did not want to be rescued, his eyes wide as he squirmed and chirped, tiny wings flapping. Of course, he felt so much smaller than he was before Mason but that was the way of it, everything wonderfully out of his control as he dangled, the dragon's thick beast of a cock standing straight up, drooling pre-cum.

Kevin reached for that pre-cum with a gasp, rubbed into it as if his entire body was to be slick, though he already knew the nature of what was to come, his body wet and wriggling, everything that Mason needed. Dimly, he was aware of the deep, booming rumbles of the giant dragon, but he was more concerned with that dick, reaching for the fat slit at the tip as he was pressed into it, head first.

He could have said no and Mason would have obliged but he was right where he wanted to be as his nose slid into the urethra, crooning the whole time. In fact, the most difficult part of Kevin to get inside Mason's dick would be his hard little prick standing up tall and proud, though it was inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. No, the grumble and churn of cum in Mason's heaving, roiling nuts was far more important, a finger pressing to his buttocks as Kevin was forced down and down, squirming all the while.

He did not need to worry about breathing as the magic of the macro dragon's body fed him everything he needed, perfectly sated in breath, sustenance and all other ways, climaxing again and again. His dick ached for relief but he was set to disappear, a bulge squirming and wriggling down the length of that cock, heading for the stud's nuts, right where he belonged.

It was a long ride down and one that they had done multiple times over, Mason growling deeply, lashing the side of his muzzle with his tongue in a wet slap of saliva.

"Down, down, down..."

It was a taunt, but a luscious one, a playful one, one who was comfortable in his control and power taking over someone so much smaller than him that loved it just as much. Murmuring lowly, Mason massaged his cock in the "wrong" direction, helping the little dragon work his way all the way down until, finally, he plopped into the stud's nuts as if he had always been meant to be there. Maybe there was a faint little splash or maybe there wasn't, but all Mason knew was deep-seated need curling through the pit of his stomach, the tightness of arousal, of his body wanting to thrust and cum, to spill a load.

But not yet. Not quite yet.

The moment was not right for that, oh no, not when he had a tender, tiny micro in his nuts. He deserved a home in there, slurping up Mason's seed and curling into it, for as long as he desired, even if the lust of a snarling, growling macro, as his need rose, could not be ultimately denied. It could, however, be held off in the name of giving another pleasure, bringing his paws to his balls to carefully and tenderly massage Kevin's bodies through his own skin, feeling how his shape formed in his sack, resting sweetly in the right ball.

"Mmmph... Dunno how long I can hold off for you, scrap."

He shuddered, tongue hanging out. But he would try, oh, he would. Kevin squirmed inside, climaxing repeatedly, the two of them caught in different kinds of pleasure, yet the dominant thread was the mutual lust strung out between them.

It was perfect just as it was.

Yet to be swallowed by a dragon's cock meant that he had to come out some way again too...

All in good time.

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