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Imagine, if you would, an ancient field, desolate and ruthless, without a single plant or river in sight. Nothing but dry rocks, all of them burning from the veins of magma flowing from the mountains; volcanoes rising from the ground, barely dormant, creating so much heat, it made standing anywhere in this place unbearable. The sky doesn't exist as you remember it, instead tinted a bright, inhuman violet from the constant threat of storms, or perhaps from forces you cannot even begin to comprehend. Littered across such devastated landscape there are shining clusters of crystals that vibrate with the power from the monstrous creatures that fed them with their corpses.

This is the Elder's Recess, a place forgotten by nature and untouched by human hands for so long, only the most vicious creatures managed to survive. For example, a massive feline, covered in reddish scales and galloping in all fours, enormous wings tuckered against his back and a fiery mane blowing behind him. And yet, even though he had survived for so long in this land of death, Teostra now ran for his life, instinctively fearing the greatest predator of them all.

The roar broke the silence harshly, and like a wave it made the feline monster stop in his tracks, suppressed by its sheer force. There was no escape, he was made painfully aware of it; his only choice was to fight and hope for either survival or a painless end. Thus, he skid to a stop, looking up just in time for the threatening shadow to cut against the sky above him. For a second, his eyes were focused on nothing but the colossal draconic body, wings spread wide as muscles tensed from the effort of his jump. But most of all, Teostra saw the massive horns that crowned his brow like he was the true king of beasts, and the tips of the countless spikes that covered his back.

That muscular body glowed purple for an instant, showing the definition of his thick muscles, before he fell down with an arm aimed for the lion's head, pinning him to the ground in an instant, all thanks to his massive strength. Teostra tried to fight back, to bite his hand off, but there was nothing he could do to fight against such impossible strength, superior even to most other Elder Dragons. Thankfully, his pain only lasted one more second, before the strong jaws dove for his neck and the fangs sunk deep, piercing the incandescent scales with no effort whatsoever. The lion let out a single roar, growing weaker and weaker, until life vanished from his eyes and his body fell limp.

A quick tear was all it took, and a chunk of flesh came off his body, quickly swallowed by the victorious dragon, the scales shaking and shivering as he relished the taste. That was when Nergigante roared to the skies in victory, his chest rising and his arms flexing, every bit of his body declaring to the world that he once again reigned supreme upon this place.

It was merely a second of respite, before the thundering rumble reached his ears. Still standing on his hindlegs, Nergigante's head reared back, already seething over whatever dared interrupt his meal; but anything that could make the ground shake this much might be worthy of his attention.

In the distance, his sharp eyes came across a cloud of dust, rising in the horizon along with the noise. A stampede was the first thought that crossed his mind, but his instincts told him otherwise. The shivering took on a different meaning now, and he felt it all the way to the tip of his spikes. Back on all fours, he leaned forward, ready to pounce on the poor creatures that had the bad luck of heading his way. It was likely that once their eyes came across his magnificent form, they would scamper like the weaklings they were, but even in the rare case they didn't... Well, a bit of dessert couldn't hurt.

The closer they all got, the clearer they became: Hulking bodies covered in dark fur, all of them with broad shoulders and enormous torsos, running with their compact legs and the tree trunks they had for arms; thuggish faces that seemed locked in a perpetual snarl, some of them roaring in anger, with long horns sprouting from their foreheads and jutting to the sides. Close behind them, there were larger creatures, draconic felines like the prey he had just taken down, but that's where the similarities ended; these were a stark white with barely few golden accents, thick hides that ended on bladed tails, and long wings connected to their forearms; a type of wyvern, with the most distinctive feature being the brilliant tusks in their mouths.

Rajang, accompanied by the much larger Barioth... The massive horned primates were lonely creatures by nature; a pack of them was incredibly rare, and one this size was simply not possible. But accompanied by wyverns? Something was amiss for sure. And yet, all Nergigante felt was excitement at the unknown, his entire body growing tense as these creatures refused to step away. It was almost as if they were purposefully aiming for him, as ridiculous an idea as that was. But if they were- if in their foolishness they had actually believed some sort of flimsy alliance would let them stand a chance against his power -then so be it! He would meet their assault head on, and tear them apart for the hell of it!

That was when he saw him... From within the other side of the dust cloud, as it slowly dissipated and his figure became clearer by the second. A familiar draconic body, with bulging muscles all over, from the pecs to the thick arms; long wings that resembled his own so much, flapping with every step he took, with short leaps in the middle of his run, all to make himself go faster; and the same enormous horns atop his head, shining jet black like the every other scale in his body. The moment the dust finally settled, the metallic spikes all over his backside came to view, so bright that the violet light coming off the crystals bounced off them, and just as eyes were laid on him, Ruiner Nergigante let out a threatening shriek that made his smaller relative cower in fear, even if only for a second.

The distance was cut in a second, and while Nergigante was ready to face any of his army of incoming attackers, they all split at the last second, quickly surrounding him to his shock. He thought about going after them for a moment, but he was unwilling to let his attention away from the much larger Elder Dragon that finished the charge; a single instant of distraction was all a Ruiner would need to end him, much like he himself would do if given the chance. With no other options, he just let the monsters close him up in a ring of bodies, his eyes clinging to the shining armor in front of him. His distant cousin, for lack of a better term, returned his furious gaze, both of them greeting one another with subdued snarls, both of them leaning forward, ready to pounce, waiting just to see who dared make the first move.

But then the next shocking moment hit Nergigante, as he saw a shadow on top of the larger dragon, slowly crawling around the back of his neck before jumping off his body, landing on the rock with a heavy thud. He couldn't believe his eyes at first, but it was nonetheless the recognizable figure of a human, clad in full body black armor, hiding every inch of their body. A massive sword hung from their back, and a shield on their forearm, but puny weapons of the like were hardly a concern for an Elder of his caliber. What really got Nergigante's eye was the other side, the hand that held a pair of reigns leading all the way to his cousin's neck.

It was impossible... Yet, all evidence pointed to it. Carefully, he looked to both sides of the encircling, and just as he feared, every other monster present had a human similarly sitting atop their bodies. The rage that started welling from the bottom of his chest was something he had never felt before.

"Infidels!" he roared in ancient, primal sounds that only his fellow monsters were able to understand. But he followed it up with a mighty wordless shriek that made every creature take a step back in fear; every one of them, except for the Ruiner that simply smirked his way. "You let yourselves be used as mount by humans? As nothing but beasts of burden? Have you no pride? No honor!? You, servants of lesser beings!"

"You may speak ill of me as much as you wish," the Ruiner finally replied to his words, with a voice so deep, it not only rumbled from the depths of his chest; it felt like it came from the vowels of Earth itself. "But should you speak ill of my master, I cannot guarantee you will come out of this alive," he stepped forward, his arm coming between Nergigante and the rider. "Now, cousin... There's no need for blood to be shed between us. Simply allow yourself to be captured and I promise you will be safe."

"Captured, you say?" something shifted within Nergigante, and it wasn't simply his voice. The blood was still boiling through his veins, but the heat felt different, calmer than he ever remembered. The angry roars were replaced by cautious snarls as every muscle in his body grew tense again, preparing to jump in. "So, you really have lost your pride, cousin. So be it. I will make sure your death, at least, has the dignity our brethren is worthy of."

And so, Nergigante was the first to lunge for the kill, with fangs bared aggressively as he jumped the short distance. Ruiner raised his arm to block the bite, and the fangs stuck with spikes for a second, locking the two dragons in a struggle. Ruiner's free arm aimed for a slash on Nergigante's face, but the smaller dragon covered with his wing and jumped back, freeing his opponent. He took the chance to jump back at him and their fight resumed, this time with the roars of the Rajang and Barioth around them as they screamed for their leader's victory.

Nergigante stepped back and threw a punch, but Ruiner copied the move and their spikes hit each other with an audible clank. He jumped in the air with a powerful flap of his wings, enough to make blow away a few of the Rajang, and dove on the metallic dragon's body with a clean shot on his head; most of the impact was taken by his horns, but he still saw the dizziness in the Ruiner's eyes and he couldn't help a grin. He followed up with another swipe, this one aimed at the larger creature's jaw, and a slash with his spikes, aimed upwards, enough to send him toppling back until he fell on his rear. With his underside exposed, Nergigante rushed in again, jaws wide open and going for the neck.

He never reached; his own stomach crashed into the Ruiner's hind legs, and he was pushed far back with every ounce of strength, flying through the air for a second before he came crashing down well over the crowd surrounding them. Several of the Rajang and Barioth scampered away, taking their riders to safety, but Nergigante still fell one or two impaled by his spines; nothing but ticks clinging to his body, barely relevant. He was more concerned over his current state, his own belly now exposed defenseless, prime for the taking.

His cousin didn't waste the chance, and after shaking the dizziness off, he pounced on him, his fangs flashing in much the same way Nergigante did before. The Elder Dragon had to reach forward with his arms to keep the Ruiner out of reach, and even then, he had to move his head from one side to the other, to keep those powerful jaws from ending his life. For some reason, perhaps for nothing more than to ascertain his dominance, the Ruiner stopped and let out a mighty roar right on his face, making the ground beneath him rumble and his eardrums burst.

Nergigante felt so many things right then: Fear, for his own life was in the hands of a much larger, much stronger opponent; anger, for letting himself get cornered like this when he was supposed to be the greatest, above all apex predators even; thrill, for he had no memory of a battle this outstanding, this exhilarating. And yes, he even felt the rousing in his loins with such a mighty creature on top of him; the bulging muscles beneath all those hard, dark scales and spikes, from that prominent chest to the hard stomach under which the most amazing abs hid, all of it made him tremble with cravings his body constantly gave him, the heat between his legs spreading through his body in a matter of seconds.

What he felt next was perhaps some sort of phantom feeling, an illusion created by the growing arousal. He felt the Ruiner pressing down on him, in the middle of their struggle, his arms growing tired as that massive beast's crotch pressed against his own, the stirring bulges hiding behind their slits threatening to burst out, yearning to touch one another. How he wanted to taste this creature, to take him and be taken by him, without ever stopping their fight. To scratch, bite, hump, tear and fill him up...

It took him a while, trapped in the cloud of adrenaline and pheromones he was at, to realize that the things he felt were no mere illusion. Ruiner stared down at him, eyes locked in perfect synchrony, as their hips moved together and his crotch pushed down, massaging him through the scales and making the pre gush out of him. Every drop that made it up his length was weirdly thick enough that he felt it crawl up, slowly filling his own insides until a tiny bit started dripping out of him, mixing with the first few drops that made their way out of the much larger dragon.

"Have you finally grown excited, cousin?" the Ruiner's voice was a low growl, an oddly seductive sound that made Nergigante shiver. His arms visibly flexed and with surprising ease he pushed the smaller monster's claws away, leaving him defenseless. In that exact second, he thought his life would be over, just as his dark relative leaned down for his neck again. But rather than the sharp fangs he expected, what he felt was the long, slick tongue making its way up his scales, from the collarbone to his jaw. One long line of drool left on him that made him feel... like his property.

This Ruiner Nergigante wasn't simply stronger and bigger than him. He had authority, he saw that now; he smelled it in the air, that delectable aroma wafting from the depths of his loins, calling all to mate with him; to be taken by him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Rajang and Barioth step back, submissively crouching forward, a few of them already showing their endowment, lured into it by the powerful pheromones this creature emitted by doing no more than existing.

Just like them, Nergigante was already feeling himself get hard, the first inch poking out. His arousal left him immobile, at the larger creature's mercy, and his chest was groped by those rough hands, claws sinking on what little soft flesh he had exposed. There was pain... and mixed in with it, a certain rush, a powerful euphoria that washed over his body and made him growl in ecstasy and approval. He wanted more of him, more of all this...

"You see, cousin? I promised you safety before, and now I promise you pleasure as well," his voice was as rich as ever, practically drooling like tar; it was as if every word stuck to Nergigante's ears, making him feel warmth like nothing before. Another lick, this one followed by gentle nibbles on his neck, each one harder than the last, fangs sinking further, showing him he could take him out whenever he wanted. So much power... "Join our pack and I assure you, the things you'll feel will be nothing short of paradise."

"I..." he couldn't say no. The longer he saw at this magnificent beast, the more he felt his crotch pushing against his own, their pre mixing together... He had no control over his own actions anymore. Good lord, that smell! It just filled the air around him, making him shiver and his manhood harden. "I... I..."

It was a second of clarity. Through the arousal, he thought about being captured by humans, and the rage overwhelmed his lust for an instant; more than enough to kick his cousin off him. Ruiner, as if having predicted that outcome, flapped his wings in the air to slow down his fall, landing gracefully in front of Nergigante; he was far less elegant, standing up and already regretting his actions, simply because it meant no longer having that wonderful bulk on top of him.

The humans quickly surrounded him, and for the first time his focus split from the darker dragon. These small, clever creatures, each one clad in armors of different colors that kept him from seeing their tiny faces, were such a nuisance... Moving all over him, making him look left and right in a panic as they proved faster than his reflexes, until he felt the first sting in his rear from one of their weapons striking him. Just as he was about to lash out with his tail, another one hit him on his hand, this one much harder than before. When he looked that way out of instinct, he noticed a thick rope coiling around his wrist, tightened and pulled by their mounts.

An instant was all it took. One by one, all of his limbs found themselves in the same position, slowly tied down and pulled together by insignificant creatures. And yet, all of them together proved strong enough to make even his impressive weight stumble. With a furious roar, Nergigante started swiping, pulling them along and sending them flying. He was ready to charge and ram as many of them as he could, but before he moved even an inch forward, the Ruiner crashed against him instead, their massive horns locking, leaving them in a standstill; not because their strength was equal, but because his relative was matching him to keep him still. He was holding back, right in front of him, and that only made the smaller dragon huff with anger.

The ropes started going all around him again, but if he moved a single limb right now, he would just lose balance. Ruiner knew this, and he gave him a shit-eating grin that he only matched with a murderous snarl. It was at that moment that Nergigante understood he had no chance of coming out of this free. Once again, the horde of mounts started pulling, his arms and legs spreading and more ropes coiling around them. The humans staked them all to the ground and left him completely immobilized.

The Ruiner broke their lock, making his neck snap up with a loud bang coming from their horns. Nergigante felt the bindings all around him, sturdy enough that it would take him a while to break free; against anyone else, that would make no difference. But against this much larger entity... Those precious few seconds were all it took for his cousin to strike his head, hit by hit scrambling his thoughts. By the time he managed to break one arm free, the hardened spikes from Ruiner's arm crashed against him hard enough that the impact made his vision blur, and the world turned upside down. The last thing he remembered was the human rider walking over to his cousin, gesturing to reach down and pet him, before he was engulfed by darkness.

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He woke up some time later... Floating in the void, feeling nothing but the cold all over his scales, and the hardness of the world under his body. Slowly, Nergigante's thoughts started making sense again; the hardness was the floor, and the void around him came from his shut eyelids. But they were far too heavy for him to lift them, and he chose to remain still, fall asleep yet again and enjoy a moment of calm all for himself.

"Are you awake, cousin?"

That voice... He recognized Ruiner's voice in his ear, the same deep rumble as before, but there was something different to it. Rather than the aggressive, almost sadistic tone it had before, this time he spoke low, tenderly. The next thing Nergigante noticed was the comforting weight on top of him; one he recognized from their battle, and that rested along the position of his spikes, pulling them down without impaling himself; only one of his own species would know how to do such a thing.

His eyes opened, and he met with a different kind of darkness. A small halo of light surrounded them both, his eyes trailing it. It took him barely a minute to realize his relative was covering their bodies with his massive wings, keeping them in a sort of makeshift dome. Perhaps because they were in such private darkness, Ruiner took the chance to nuzzle his neck and lick the side of his face. It sent a shiver down Nergigante's spine, his eyes threatening to close again out of the sheer calm he started to feel. His claws gently scratched the hard stone under their bodies, a soft whimper leaving his throat when his cousin's fangs pushed against his scales, sinking in just deep enough.

"You're surprisingly tame once you know who's in charge, cousin," Ruiner's words made him flush red, something that was thankfully hidden by the shadows. But there was so much truth in what he said, he had no way of countering him. Another nibble, and a groan left him. "What a good sound... I'll raise my wings now, cousin, and I'll get off from you. You'll miss my weight, won't you? Say it."

"I have no reason to," he said it with a cracking voice, fully aware that his desperate attempts at showing defiance were falling flat. But rather than anger, Ruiner's response was an amused chuckle, and his sharp claw reached underneath his relative's heavy, muscular body, trailing the lines of his muscles, from the cleft of his strong chest to the abs, reaching his crotch and the slit- Oh, but there was no slit; it had been long pierced by his growing excitement, and Nergigante let out a sharp wince when his cousin's hand squeezed it. Then came out a low moan with the first few strokes, and the breath against his ear that made him tremble. "I... I'll miss your weight."

"I know you will," his claw pulled out and a second later he was off, wings flapping up, a dramatic gust rising off the ground before he folded them back up, stepping back. It took a moment for Nergigante's eyes to adapt to the sudden light, and he started looking around the blurry images, almost unaware that he was looking for the cousin who had just left him.

He slowed down once his sight started getting clearer, taking a moment to properly assess where he was. Rock walls all around them revealed his location as a cave, yet they were far too smooth to be a natural occurrence; a nest of some kind was the first thing that crossed his mind, before so many other things jumped at him: The line of torches all around them, the only source of light that allowed him to see in the first place, and somewhere on the back was what seemed like a barrier made out of blackened metal, devoid of any features. Not a nest, but some sort of man-made enclosure; one look at the door was enough for him to know that it was too sturdy even for his impressive strength alone, but perhaps if he convinced his cousin to help... An idea he immediately shot down, remembering it was that same relative that got him here.

He looked over his shoulder, looking for the Ruiner to demand answers. That's when he saw them, cuddled together on the back of the cave, their eyes aimed at him. Nergigante located the Ruiner in an instant, sitting on his hindlegs to the back, staring back at him with a wicked smirk, his legs spread wide and far and the enormous member already out of his slit, throbbing and shaking. Was he already hard when he was on top of him? How badly he wished the answer to be yes, to feel that monstrous, bright ebony length inside him.

But the other eyes were quick to gather his attention, or rather their owners did. He looked left and right, recognizing so many of them, and yet unable to register simply from how many different species were all around his cousin. The ones that he paid the most attention to were the rough crimson scales of an Odogaron, his massive tail slowly lashing while his double claws stroked Ruiner's member; and the Ebony Odogaron to the other side, sprawled over his relative's chest, his own claw joining that of his sibling.

The first thing Nergigante felt was shock at their blatant display of eroticism. The next thing was jealousy.

"What is this?" he tried his best to ignore the throbbing between his legs, the need to reach down and start touching himself to the marvelous picture in front of him. "Explain this instant!"

"Cousin, there is no need for you to yell," Ruiner whispered, petting both Odogaron to his sides, reaching around and cupping Ebony's chin. He leaned down just enough to lick his lips, and Nergigante felt that pang of jealousy again. "I told you, I would offer you pleasure if you joined my pack. Well, this is said pack! All they're doing is show appreciation for their dear alpha. Isn't that right, darlings?"

No words were necessary. The Odogaron both reached and nuzzled Ruiner's neck, leaving kisses and nibbles across his hardened scales, making another rumble come from his chest. Nergigante's jaw clenched to keep his whimpers from escaping, but his claws sank into the ground from the tension building up in his body. He wanted to jump in and join the three, show his cousin as good a time as he had promised him. It was that hint of defiance still going around his veins that kept him standing.

"The humans did this," he deduced right away, a quick glance over his shoulder to the cave's entrance. "They locked you all and turned this into a den of depravity, didn't they?"

The next second, he was staring at the ceiling, something weighing down on his chest. He had no idea what happened until he saw his cousin's figure looming over him again, his grin still present, his claw pinning him down, yet his eyes glowing with the same cruel fire he clearly remembered from their battle.

"I would consider my next words carefully, cousin. Especially when it comes to those humans," he pressed harder down with that last word, claws sinking slightly, reaching between Nergigante's rough scales and poking at the soft flesh. "Their leader, you see... Well, let's just say we have a very close bond. And for reasons that escape my understanding, they've grown interested in our mating habits. All I'm doing is support them in their endeavors."

"You're a spectacle for them!" Nergigante's anger was once again getting the best of him, but he didn't care. "The humans tell you to roll on your back and get fucked and you just do!"

"Quiet," he held his windpipe next, claws already starting to sink in. Nergigante tried to swallow, but the way was blocked. "It took them a long time to find you, cousin. It would be detrimental if you pushed me into doing something rash," and with that said, he let go and got off him, returning to his position as Nergigante coughed and tried to get his breathing back to normal; that and his heartbeat...

When he looked up, it was to the now tired expression on his cousin. Even with both Odogaron stroking his manhood and licking his body, he stared at him with disdain, and not a single hint of the amusement from before. A gesture was all he gave, and he was blocked from Nergigante's sight by a new body.

A large, biped creature, its hide a bright orange while the underside remained a soft white with several black markings. Arms extended and the wings attached to them did as well, revealing its identity as a wyvern; one whose pointed snout and sharp claws along the edge of its wings were all the clue Nergigante needed. Just as he realized that, Rathalos pinned him to the ground so hard, he thought the spikes along his back were now embedded in the rock. He was as large as him, and while he lacked the bulk, his body was no less muscular, more defined even, from the broad shoulders to the wide chest, the slender waist that helped his flight, and that...

His jaw dropped when his eyes came across his crotch, lingering on that long, bright purple shaft. It was easily as long as one of Nergigante's horns, with a sharp end crowned with a single drop of pre that glistened with what little light filled the cave. His breathing eased out from the sight, and he silently licked his lips without even realizing, until the booming laughter reached his ears. They were all grinning, chuckling at him for such an evident thirst.

"You like what you see?" Rathalos teased him in a raspy voice, leaning forward to talk straight in his ear; an excuse to have his cock pressed against the dragon's member, pushing them together until they were squeezed between both of their bodies. It would've been so easy for him to push the wyvern off, but his dick felt so good; when that exquisite drop finally fell down his length, it got lost forever between their rods, and Nergigante's claws sank on the ground again. "You'll like it when it's inside you as well, newbie," he finally said, in a whisper so only he would hear it.

The humping started right after, their cocks rubbing hard against one another, with no warning or even a second for the dragon to prepare. The sensitive underside of his member lit up, and his head reared back instantly, his horns bumping the ground behind him as the first moan escaped his throat. How long had it been since the last time he had any pleasure of the sort... Long enough that he didn't care for the laughter starting anew. He stopped thinking of them, his mind and eyes completely focused on Rathalos on top of him, that slender, defined body, and that cock pressing against his own, driving him crazy.

He had no control over his body; it was completely taken over by his lust, and by the desire to react. With his own humps to respond to those of the wyvern, the first load burst out of him in long ropes of thick, stark white cum falling all over his chest with a splash. Roars and gasps escaped him from the intensity of his orgasm, his entire body trembling as a few good shots reached Rathalos as well, leaving small stains all over his scales.

It was over in a few seconds, leaving Nergigante with nothing but the heavy breathing and the afterglow of his first orgasm in... probably years! Such a glorious moment, such sweet, delectable sensations, such electricity now coursing through his body!

If only it had been enough to quiet down the still echoing laughs all around him, or to block the claws pointing at him to go along with them.

"Holy shit, he came already!" one of the monsters voiced out what they all thought. "What a lightweight!"

"Have you gone that long without getting your dick wet, loser?" another gruff voice reached his ears and it was quickly followed by even louder laughs. Nergigante had to grit his fangs and swallow the words that wanted to come out, unable to deny those claims. And in any case, he didn't really care for any of them; he only cared for one of the monsters watching him.

His eyes wandered above Rathalos, looking over his shoulder, landing on the terrible figure of his cousin. Ruiner, unlike the rest of his pack, stared with a blank expression, changed only by the frown in his brow. The Odogaron twins to both sides were still having their way with his body, worshipping his dick, kissing his chest and letting out low growls. From time to time, their tongues would poke, and they would lick each other's snouts, getting their alpha's attention for a second; at those times, he would let out a low chuckle before turning back to the torture, his face returning to the neutral form.

It only took a second for all that to go in front of Nergigante's eyes, and it filled him with a certain dread. Something in his body, some primal, animal need told him to try harder, to do anything within his grasp to give the alpha a proper show, and please him the way he deserved to be pleased. It made no sense; he was still furious at the Ruiner, filled with hatred for those darkened scales, and yet...

"Hey," Rathalos blocked his view just as the Ebony Odogaron reached up to whisper something in his cousin's ear. Nergigante had never despised another living being as much as he did the wyvern right then, for daring to keep him from seeing the alpha. But Rathalos' claw landed on his chest and pinned him down; there was no strength behind it, and yet the Elder Dragon's body couldn't move, only growling at the smaller reptile. "You were over in what, two seconds? I still got a while to go, bitch. You better last longer with your ass."

"My ass, you say?" his voice rumbled with enough defiance to make the wyvern raise an eyebrow. Nergigante's arms grew tense as he made to prop himself up, leaning forward just enough to stare at Rathalos right in the eye. "I'd rather die than let a puny-

"Boy, you talk a lot, don't you?"

He didn't get to register the voice completely before he felt his head forced back, his horns clashing so hard against the ground, he felt them ringing in his skull. The world became a blur for a moment, through which he heard low chuckles around him, along with a slight rattle. There was a certain heat right in front of his face; one that he recognized more than he wanted to admit.

When everything started to grow clear again, he saw a dark blotch in front of him, its details growing more and more defined with every passing second. Jet black scales that glowed a low orange thanks to the flames from the torches, making the powerful muscles look smooth and delectable; arms and legs as thick as his own, the upper side covered with luscious fur that seemed as if made of night itself. It didn't take a genius to know what it was, but the moment he saw that oddly pointed head was the final confirmation: A slightly elongated snout, looking like something between a feline and a bat, with shining red eyes that stared directly at his soul.

Nargacuga pinned his arms down soon after, the wings attached to his elbows folded against his muscles. The thick tail swayed around, close to Nergigante's face, almost caressing his cheek. But most striking of all was the equally dark cock, monstrously thick and throbbing in front of his face, a single drop of pre hanging from the tip before falling right on his nose. He licked it off out of instinct, and that got a few chuckles and cheers from the audience. He didn't care; he was far more focused on the panther wyvern that held said manhood so close to him.

"You need something to quiet down, before you bore us all to death," the length now pressed against Nergigante's lips, and so many things went through his head because of it. The heat felt exquisite, and the throbbing showed just how much power hid inside this monster's muscular body. The defiance that remained within the dragon's heart kept him from opening his mouth in the slightest, instead clenching his jaw to make sure none of that meat would ever touch the inside of his mouth. But he wanted it... Good lord, he wanted that manhood in him so bad...

"Hey! He's my fucking prey!" Rathalos' voice got them both to look up. Just in time for the wyvern to grab Nergigante's cock in his claws, squeezing it hard enough that it made the dragon gasp. He wasn't sure if it was from pain or pleasure, but whatever it was, he wanted to feel more of it. "Wait for your damn turn!"

"What, you can't share your meals?" Nargacuga was far calmer than either of them, one of his sharp claws reaching and going up from the dragon's abs to the cleft of his chest. He was trembling from the sensation alone. "You're taking the ass. That means the mouth is free, doesn't it?"

"It's fine, Rathalos" that was the first time Ruiner spoke since they started. Nergigante looked up and saw his cousin's cock already leaking thanks to the twins' efforts, a single strand of pre falling on his stomach. Both Odogaron seemed ready to snap at one another for trying to take it for their own, but the much larger dragon wasn't paying them any mind; he locked eyes with his cousin, almost as if asking what he wanted. "Sharing is perfectly fine. Actually, I'll even encourage it! Take him as you please, two or three at a time! I brought him over as a gift to you all, my precious pack. And to be honest, he needs to be broken in."

That got even more cheerful roaring from the monsters in the cave. The only ones not joining in were Rathalos and Nargacuga, who turned back to one another. Nergigante saw the wyvern resign with a snarl and a chuckle, while the panther gave him a surprisingly charming grin. And a second later, he felt the same purple member press against his tight hole, claws on his chest as the smaller wyvern pushed inside with a growl.

It was unbearable. The pain of such a large, exquisite cock spreading him, piercing its way inside him for nothing but its own pleasure... It had been so long. Just the tip got a scream out of him, one that turned rather quickly into a moan as the heat spread even further inside his body. In that second, he clawed at the ground, his body shivering and his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Winces and gasps mixed in when the first inch was lodged inside, the sticky pre so easy to feel around his sensitive hole, he started clenching to suck more of it inside.

The next thing he felt was a similar tube of meat sliding, this time between his lips and down his throat, filling it up in a matter of seconds. Unlike Rathalos, Nargacuga wasted no time in using him like the hole he was, and his maw was filled to the brim until his nose poked the panther's balls. A single whiff was enough to fill Nergigante's nostrils with that delectable musk, before the sheer size made him gag for air. The humping started right after and those very same balls slammed his face, making him blink and moan around his member.

"Holy shit, he's tight..." Rathalos whispered, the second inch of his member pushing inside and more still to come. The dragon had no idea what was going on, his view blocked by the massive black body on top of his face, but he was still painfully sensitive, and every inch of that dick jolted him enough to keep hearing. "You just... smacked it right in without a care in the world, eh?"

"He's way better than you'd think," Nargacuga's terse voice broke with the occasional gasp and the heavy breaths, his chest no doubt heaving with every powerful thrust that went down his victim's mouth. Nergigante's tongue coiled around that glorious length, squeezing it with every ounce of skill he mustered, while his throat muscles contracted to give him a better hold. The panther's first moan came out, close to a purr, and it was like music to his ears. "He's done this before, the slut... Fuck, that feels nice... Why do you care? Just ram it."

A chuckle followed those words, and Nergigante realized it was the only warning he would get from these perverts. He braced himself for the impact, but nothing would've been enough to prepare himself for how far that manhood opened him. It was such a completely different thing to have it inside him, to feel how long it was, how hard it slammed against his prostate and how roughly it massaged it, constantly, making his own member jump and smack against his abs, begging for a new release. His entire body shook, claws finally piercing through the ground, hard enough that he heard a few shocked gasps around him.

It didn't take even a second for Rathalos to start humping, pulling only a few inches out at a time. The pre oozed out of him so profusely, it only took a few seconds for it to fill up the dragon's hole, and it was splashing out of the cracks between hole and cock with every thrust. Rather than breathing, all Nergigante was doing now was gasp repeatedly from just how hard that cock rammed inside him, and he started kicking with one leg without realizing.

Nargacuga's cock down his throat throbbed just as furiously, and he started humping at the wyvern's pace; whenever Rathalos was out, he pushed inside, as far as it went, making the dragon's throat expand and smacking his balls right against his nose, hard enough to get another moan out of him. The sounds were muffled by such a large meat inside him, but he still heard every single one of them clearly. And then he pulled out just as Rathalos forced his way back inside, leaving only the tip in his mouth, letting his lips kiss it and his tongue work its magic around that small slit, swallowing every drop of pre that came out.

It was only a second, and then the panther was back down his throat. Hump after hump, both of Nergigante's entrances were thoroughly spread and abused, and his entire body heated up from the sheer excitement he felt thanks to them. His prostate was destroyed with every single hit, Rathalos' pointy cock stabbing and pressing against it, driving itself further down mercilessly; and the salty, masculine taste of Nargacuga's member fell on his stomach and made him moan with desperate need. Something started rolling down the side of the Elder Dragon's mouth and he wasn't sure if it was excess pre, or his own drool from how much he was licking and coating that massive cock.

With every passing second, they picked up on their pace, almost imperceptibly. Nergigante noticed because he heard his moans coming out more frequently, thanks to his prostate being hit faster and harder. Even then, he was only hearing the rumble in his chest, as the panther dick blocking his airway left him mere instants to let any sound out.

"Is everything fine, Rathalos?" Ruiner's deep voice reached his ears, and Nergigante wanted to look over his own body and catch the dragon as he spoke, but the balls landing on his eyes kept him from seeing anything. "There's no need to hold back, you know? Quite the opposite, if you're close to finishing, go ahead and let the others have a go. You can have a second or third turn whenever you feel like it."

The only thing he got from the wyvern was a chuckle, followed by several gasps. His sharp claws reached up and held Nergigante's chest, prickling the hard skin and muscle. A moan escaped him around Nargacuga's cock as his pecs were groped and pulled, treated like clay by those rough, expert hands. But that wasn't Rathalos' objective, he soon realized. His chest was little more than a vantage point for the wyvern to prop himself up, get the right angle for his humps to get even faster still. The way that spear of meat stabbed and pierced him repeatedly soon had the dragon's eyes rolling to the back of his skull, unknown to his dedicated abusers.

Next thing he knew, he was gagging around the jet black cock. He wanted to breath, to let his chest expand and impress Rathalos with the sheer size of his muscles, get a grin and a moan out of the wyvern, but he wasn't allowed to. Fuck, that made his dick go even harder; so hard, it was starting to hurt, actually. His throat contracted on its own, and his ass squeezed as hard as his inner walls allowed him, massaging that reptilian dick, milking it for all its worth. The pre coming out into his ass started thickening so much, he felt it sticking to his insides, and he wanted Rathalos to finish so badly.

The throbbing started. The heat spread; that cock was so hot! It was almost as if the wyvern would start spewing lava out of it instead of his seed. Nergigante didn't know what was happening anymore. All he knew was that his body was heated up, his claws sank into the ground even deeper, and he felt parts of his chest jiggle from the rough motions- whatever wasn't in the wyvern's hard grip, at least. Then came that final thrust, and his own moans were nothing compared to that smaller reptile's victorious roar as his load burst inside that draconic ass, shooting with such intense pressure against his prostate, the world started to go blurry.

Nergigante screamed around Nargacuga's length, shivering in delight as massive shots of hot cum splashed around inside him, filling him to the brim in a matter of seconds. He felt it roll down his crack, coating his tail and thighs in the process. He just knew his ass was a mess now, and he still wanted more. He wanted his own member to follow up with a similar orgasm, and as if hearing him, Rathalos' claws abandoned his pecs and reached for that length, holding it tight. He kept humping, unloading inside the dragon, and one claw started stroking that cock as hard as possible, easily making the seed push up, only for the other to cover the head and keep it all down. As he was being thoroughly filled up with wyvern cum, Nergigante felt his own trying to burst out, only to be blocked and left boiling up his length. It just kept pushing, desperate, aggressive, and all he could do was arch his back and squirm when it wouldn't come out.

Soon, the roaring ended, and Rathalos' final hump slammed so hard against him, his entire body moved up an inch. That made him impale himself further down Nargacuga's cock, making him cough from the tip hitting too deep in his throat, but the panther didn't move an inch to take it out. Nergigante's thought process was then taken over by his still interrupted orgasm, still trying to come out, only encouraged by the wyvern's furious strokes. He almost wanted to cry from how hot his body felt, and the trembling started to become unbearable. All those things were meaningless, and Rathalos kept his hand in place, blocking his cum from shooting. It took maybe a full minute before the sensations finally died down and the dragon's orgasm receded; a full minute that was now burned in his brain, leaving him with an even greater desire for release.

"Fuck..." Rathalos' shaky voice filled the room, and a few whistles and gasps came from the audience. Nergigante whiffed at the air, and while he was sure his senses weren't reliable while having a pair of massive balls on his face, he smelled many different hormones in the air, telling him that the wyvern wasn't the only one that came from his ass being fucked so hard. "Make me some room."

Nergigante's eyes widened as his curiosity peaked; he wanted to know the meaning behind those words, and he got his answer in the most peculiar way. Rathalos' weight pressed him down, his paws stepping on the dragon's stomach. The air pushed out of him, and with his airpipe still blocked by that panther cock, he had no way of getting too much in. But the thing he felt the most was his ass gaping, walls contracting to try and stop the flow of cum making its way out of him, to no avail. That, and the wyvern manhood dragging against his torso, leaving a warm trail of leftover pre and jizz all over his cleft.

He wasn't sure what was going on, what would happen next, until the sharp tip of the wyvern's dick smeared more seed on the underside of his chin. He only had a second to react before Rathalos finished climbing him, no doubt standing face to face with Nargacuga now. He pictures them staring at one another with an odd tenderness in their eyes, tongues flicking and lapping the other's snout, preparing for a kiss... But all that was only speculation. The only thing he was completely sure of was the second dick brushing against his lips, humping and silently demanding to be let in.

"You heard him, didn't you? Open up wide," Nargacuga's terse voice confirmed every single one of his worries, his hand threateningly caressing the back of his head, behind the pair of enormous horns. He barely got an inch more around that cock and Rathalos took advantage of it right away, shoving his member as far is it went. Nergigante felt his jaw stretching to its limit, a wince trying to crawl up his throat, blocked by the half of wyvern cock that was trying to squeeze inside.

"Bitch is tight, holy fuck!" the wyvern's coarse voice made him blush, and something sparked in his chest that made him try and open wider. Nothing but dragon pride, he realized, but he didn't care as long as he managed to prove him wrong. Another inch went inside his mouth, his tongue squeezed between both of the members inside, and he felt his entire body tremble when a roar came out of both monsters. "It's tighter than his ass..."

"Really? I like tight asses," a quiet voice reached Nergigante's ears; one he realized he had yet to hear. Then, something pressed against his gaping hole, gently pushing against it. It was far too thick to be a dick, he hoped, but it felt even warmer than one.

"Even if I left him gaping, he's still tight enough for your plans, Brachydios!" Rathalos screamed and every other monster around them joined in a symphony of roars and laughter at the Elder Dragon's expense. He didn't pay them attention, though. He was more worried about the other monster that was now dangerously close to his ass.

Brachydios. He was far too familiar with the species, having faced them more than once in his life. A massive wyvern, bulging with muscles covered in obsidian plates that made them extremely sturdy, making them resistant against even the most powerful impacts you can imagine. They were bulky beasts of a bluish black, save for the protruding horn right above their eyes and the round stumps that made their arms; those were constantly secreting some bizarre slime that dyed them a bright green, visible even in the darkest of caves. It was that slime precisely what had him so worried.

"May I, sir?" he asked in a quiet tone, no doubt towards the Ruiner on his throne. Nergigante had no idea what kind of answer his cousin gave, but based on the following cheers that filled the cavern, it seemed to be a positive one.

Just then, without warning, the throbbing inside his mouth grew stronger. He never stopped sucking those cocks, following up guided by nothing but simple thirst and instinct. And it was thanks to those instincts that Nargacuga and Rathalos were now unloading their loads as deep down his throat as they would go. In that second, the Elder Dragon's world was nothing but the overwhelming taste of cum going down his throat and clouding his senses.

Every bit of attention in his mind and body went exclusively to the members he was pleasing. The taste, the smells flooding his nose, their heat coursing from his face to all of his body- He couldn't get enough of them. It was only a cruel twist of fate that he was unable to swallow their seed all the way down, just because of how much it was. For every gulp he took, at least twice as much fell down the sides of his mouth, making a small puddle to the sides of his face. And yet, the streams of cum didn't stop; how did Rathalos have so much when this was his second shot!?

It was exquisite, perfect. His arousal was slowly taking him over, his own member throbbing harder than he remembered. That overwhelming flavor, so powerful that he tasted their masculinity, was filling him to the brim. And yet, they both pulled out at the same time with audible pops that left Nergigante's jaw hurting. Now free, the soreness was too much to clench, but he had no complaints. That just meant he was completely open for them to shoot their loads to their hearts' content, all over his face and mouth. He swallowed what was left in their balls as they emptied themselves, tongue lapping at the air while ropes of seed jumped and landed on his cheeks, eyes and horns. It was heavenly; the warmth of their cum against his face was simply the best.

Soon, they were over, and Nergigante's senses went back to normal, letting him hear the laughs all around him. He didn't care; they were all distant echoes within the palace of pleasure he had set for himself in his own mind. His tongue lolled out, taking every drop of cum left hanging on his lips, and he relished on the flavor again, trembling.

"Fuck..." he recognized Rathalos' raspy voice right away, and saw the wyvern out of the corner of his eye falling on his own ass, breathing heavily. His dick was still hard, leaking and throbbing, and the Elder Dragon was invaded with this intense desire to crawl and suck him off some more. But Rathalos himself was far too spent to even look his way. "Best ass and mouth I've had in a while. Shit, I need a minute. I'm getting another ride on you later, slut," he winked at him getting a few more cheers and laughs from the audience. Nergigante couldn't wait for him to live up to those promises.

He looked over his chest for a second, seeing Brachydios for the first time. He stared at his bottom, at the space between his haunches and tail- His hole, obviously. He felt a drop of pre pushing out of the tight ring and squeezed it enough to pull it out, getting a chuckle out of the large wyvern.

But then darkness returned. Out of nowhere, the dragon was engulfed by something black, thick and heavy. He panicked for a second before a velvety voice reached his ears, and his dick started jumping excitedly.

"I'm still not quite done with you, darling," Nargacuga said, and Nergigante's arms shyly reached around, touching and looking for everything around him. The muscles, the fur, the claws made it evident that the panther-like reptile was squatting on top of him. The plump feeling around his face was undoubtedly his ass, and he let the hunger once again guide his movements. His mouth opened, his tongue pushing out on its own, looking... "Right there, yes. That's the spot."

The panther's rich moans were all the inspiration Nergigante needed. It was as if his voice traveled all through his body, making him tremble from head to toe with ecstasy. That and the tight ring of flesh in front of his mouth pressing and sucking his tongue in, squeezing around it until he started growling from the bliss. His own moans joined Nargacuga's, filling his ears, vibrating through his muscles.

It was all glorious! The heat that those cheeks emitted on his face, the sweat coming out of his hole and through his scales, the way he ground and pressed against his face, making the leftover seed spread and smear in every direction- It was all too much for the dragon to take at once. He was sure he would end up shooting right away from the delight that invaded him. But that didn't stop his body from reacting, quite the opposite, his tongue pushed deeper and harder inside that tight hole, and his nostrils filled with the masculine musk that this night stud emanated.

"Maybe Rathalos was right, he is quite the slut," Brachydios' voice got through the haze of arousal, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to tell him off or hump against him for him to do something. He didn't care what as long as the fire spreading through his body was doused. And that's when he felt the rounded protrusion rub against his tight pucker, gently pushing to test and see if it would break through. "He was right about the tightness too, damn. I can work with this."

A clearer-headed Nergigante might've wondered what the hulk was talking about, but with an ass as delicious as Nargacuga's on his face, his mind was blank. All he wanted was sex and pleasure, and he was getting a lot of it just from eating that panther hole. His tongue being squeezed so tightly was sending him to overdrive, and he gently pushed his hips upwards, the tip of his dick oozing with pre, falling all over his abs and as far up as his chest. He reached up to hold the panther's strong legs and pushed him further down, getting a surprised growl out of him as his ass sank down around his face. It was paradise indeed.

But even with all that arousal, he was still aware enough to feel the gooey substance that touched his tight hole. It was thick and sticky, but in a different way from Rathalos' cum. And there was a certain force behind it, the same rounded out object that touched him before, now smearing this strange goo all over his own ass. Then came the warmth, the heat that got him to sigh and purr around Nargacuga's ass, making the panther tremble from the shock. That heat seemed to come from the substance, and it acted on his entire body, helping his muscles relax, his ass loosen as the rounded object kept pushing against his resistance.

"You seem to be reacting just right, handsome," Brachydios teased him from behind, his words getting a few chuckles from the audience. They were lower, but far darker than any sound coming out of them before. Even through that intense arousal, Nergigante realized that the goo was likely the hulk's slime, and his eyes widened for a second. That thing was volatile, literally; it caused explosions on almost anything that it touched, and now it was being spread on his ass!? "Oh? Getting tight again. Did you realize what this is, then?"

No wonder he was teasing him like that, and no wonder they chuckled so wickedly. What was he planning, to make his ass blow up to spread him!? Fuck... No matter how much he thought about it or tried to stay outraged, the heat was doing wonders to keep him quiet. It was such an exquisite feeling, so insidiously invading his body as if the slime started to crawl its way inside his hole- Or as if his ass were the one sucking it all in. Contracting and loosening in a constant basis, getting more of it inside him, the heat spreading further, spreading his inner walls through relaxation alone.

The round thing was Brachydios' arm, he just knew it. And the more that slime made him hazy, the further he pushed against his tight pucker. It started piercing in, his hole spread to the limit, going beyond thanks to the substance making him loosen further by the second. He was shivering all over, the first inch of the hulking wyvern's fist pushing inside.

"It's a special mixture," he whispered. "A little something I learnt how to concoct with our alpha's help. He can be... quite inspiring," that last word came out as a moan and the Elder Dragon pictured it perfectly: His Ruiner cousin holding Brachydios tight against his chest, cock pushing and slipping inside his hole, nibbling his neck and whispering in his ear. A cock that size wasn't something anyone could bottom for, so of course he figured out how to make a lube perfect for just that.

And that lube was now being used on Nergigante's hole instead. It wasn't just his hole that loosened up, but his mind. He felt his inhibitions slowly crumble away, his need growing with every second, every thrust from that arm slowly forcing his inner walls apart. It seeped in him, made his entire body heat up so much, his cock jumped by the second, slapping against his stomach and smearing more pre all over. It made him moan and breath heavily, his tongue almost vibrating inside Nargacuga's ass, making his grinding harder. The way those cheeks pushed and rubbed against his face, his horns scraping against the ground as he was humped furiously, good lord, it was amazing!

One more final push and he felt all of it: The force Brachydios put in every inch of his arm, every muscle no matter how small, burst through all of Nergigante's body and made him tremble with bliss. His ass, loose as it was from all the lube, was still spread far beyond normal limits by that massive arm pushing deep inside him. Just halfway through and he was already sucking the rest of that fist in, feeling it open him wide, gaping him and oozing more of that thick slime deep within him. Large globs filled him, unable to squeeze out and simply pooling in his body, in his stomach and hole, while Brachydios rubbed his prostate directly, making his cock jump and shake.

"Holy shit, he did it. He's quite outstanding, sir," the hulking wyvern said to the alpha, amidst the amazed cheers and yells of the audience. Nergigante was too far gone to listen to them, and his ears being covered by Nargacuga's ass while he thoroughly ate him out wasn't helping matters, but their voices didn't carry the same scorn as before. It was almost as if they were encouraging him, praising him for his sluttiness. And it was definitely working, based on how harder he started pushing his tongue inside the panther's ass.

The more Brachydios pushed inside him, the more he felt that fist push and touch his prostate. It was sending jolts all over his body, making him shiver from excitement and delight. But that greedy flesh demanded more, and he humped back against the wyvern's arm, trying to get more inside. His balls were aching already, craving for another release, the tip of his dick leaking profusely with every powerful thrust. He pulled the black panther down again, wanting more of his ass; it should be impossible to get his tongue any deeper, but his thirst was not to be underestimated.

The tip of his snout went in as well, spreading Nargacuga's ass slightly as more of his tongue pushed inside and he got more of everything. That hole was now all over his tastebuds, his body trembling even harder at the sensation, and his nose getting more of that exquisite musk straight from the source. The heat all round his head and the sweat that smeared from the panther's cheeks all over his face were like a gift from heaven, and he wanted more. He couldn't get enough of him. And just when he thought it wouldn't get any better, just when he was sure he had found the greatest bliss, that's when Brachydios pushed even harder against him. Those burly arms spread him open, his fist reaching deep inside him, practically punching his prostate and making the cum in his balls boil. The scream he let out from that, the moan from those delectable sensations, echoed all throughout Nargacuga's body, making him shiver as well.

Nergigante was self-aware enough to know that he had no hope of holding back. He preferred to give in to the sensations instead, pushing against that arm, pulling the ass closer, his body heating up in the immediate second before his hips buck forward for his latest load to burst out of him. Long ropes of the thickest cum he could produce, flying in wide arcs all over his body; a single second of amazement for the cheering crowd, before they fell on his torso with loud splashes. The stickiness, the warmth, were such familiar sensations, and they kept coming as shot after shot pushed out of his rod. The ecstasy traveling through his body didn't let up even for a second, and it seemed to inspire the behemoth behind him, as that wide fist started thrusting in and out, literally punching his prostate, making him jolt with every hit. All while Nargacuga screamed in absolute ecstasy as the Elder Dragon's erratic tongue lapped in his hole, left and right, wiggling like crazy.

It went on like that for a few more seconds, easily the most fantastic Nergigante had in his life up to that moment. And they ended just as suddenly as they started when the black wyvern stood up, releasing his face from the confines of his ass. He had to blink a few times to get his eyes used to the light coming from the torches, and the distant voices became clearer by the second: Loud and aroused cheering and roars, coupled with the scent of so many male monsters stroking themselves, their loads threatening to come out. He picked up on that right away, and his tongue lapped out again in hunger.

"F-Fuck..." Nargacuga's velvety voice was gone, replaced by shaky, needy whispers. When the dragon looked up, he saw him standing close to him, all four legs shaking until he fell to the side. His own tongue was lolled out, his eyes rolling back into his skull while his member dripped and throbbed furiously. "So g-good... Sir... P-Please..." he was looking ahead of the dragon, most likely to the Ruiner, begging to have his gaping, lubed up hole used.

Nergigante took that second to look around, and he found the reason for the panther wyvern's exhaustion. A few meters in front of him was a massive pool of bright white cum, the light bouncing off of it. It was so fresh, it still spread a bit around the ground. He got Nargacuga to cum that much and that far, and the panther wanted for his own orgasm to keep going. A moment of pride for the Elder Dragon, before another punch on his prostate pulled him back into his own situation, with a moan coming out of his throat. Without thinking, his hands went for his chest and started spreading his own jizz all over his muscles, relishing on the feeling.

"Quite the slut you've turned into, my dearest cousin," Ruiner's voice made him look up, just in time to see the much larger dragon step away from the Odogaron siblings pleasing him. He walked past him, the massive member swinging between his haunches, and their eyes crossed for a second before Nergigante stared back down at that magnificent length. Out of every single male in this place, that one was easily the biggest price available.

But despite his evident hunger, Ruiner ignored him after that quick exchange, focused instead on the tired panther. Nargacuga looked over his shoulder and his eyes shone when he caught a glimpse of his master, his beloved alpha; a look that the Ruiner easily returned, with the same hunger making even his spikes shake. The crowd went silent at the sight, awed into servitude just by the fact that this creature existed. And without exchanging any more words, Ruiner reached for his subject's shoulders, rubbing them and using them for leverage, rising high enough for his enormous cock to pierce the black wyvern's hole.

It went all the way in with a single push. Not because Nergigante left him lubed that much, even though he was sure that helped the task; it pushed against every defense he may have had simply because that's how hard Ruiner's hips forced it. He didn't care for Nargacuga's comfort, he just wanted to please him, to destroy his ass and use him for his own gratification in the process. And that sent the panther into overdrive. The massive manhood spreading him, the knowledge that he was nothing more than a cocksleeve for his master, and that every one of those rough, powerful thrusts was meant for Ruiner himself- Knowing that he was pleasing him was what got Nargacuga the hardest.

Only once did his cousin look over his shoulder, and their eyes met again. The look on his face, the mad grin... He was telling him that this would be him too, if he played his cards right. And Nergigante was embarrassed over how badly he wanted that to be the case. It was only that second, the kind of thing no one would believe out of him later, before Ruiner turned his attention back to the panther, caring only about his back.

"Hey," a shrill yelp left the dragon, and he looked down at Brachydios, his arm still lodged inside his hole. He punched his prostate a few more times and Nergigante's cock gave a shake every time, the last few drops of cum flying out. "You shouldn't be wasteful, you know?"

He had no idea what the hulking wyvern was talking about, even though his words got more laughter out of everyone around him. Mixed in with the moans and roars as they stroked their dicks. But whatever he meant, it didn't really matter. With a single swing of his enormous arm, he pulled Nergigante's lower half up, brushing against that sweet spot in ways that mixed pain and pleasure dangerously. With his free hand, he gestured the dragon to turn over, and more than one moan escaped his mouth as he twisted his entire body around that fist, until he was back on all fours.

He was practically a puppet this time, he knew it. Brachydios didn't need to use any words; all he had to do was push a bit further and Nergigante started walking forward, in the direction that fist in his ass aimed. The world was blurry from how much he trembled in bliss at it, and from the shame that made his cheeks heat up. A few steps and Ruiner was out of sight, but he still heard Nargacuga's loud moans and their balls slapping together. It made him burn with jealousy, and his cock hardened and dripped despite how spent he was supposed to be. But soon enough, the punching stopped, and his eyes widened when he realized where he was led to.

In front of him was the puddle of cum that the panther had left after he ate his ass. The powerful smell coming form it made him even more excited, and he licked his lips at the sight. Still, he had enough pride not to lower himself this much; but he couldn't possibly mean-

"Do it," Brachydios said with another thrust, and that's when he knew how serious the wyvern was. The only thing holding him back was the pride they had been chipping at, but truth be told, Nergigante wanted to do it. He didn't need them to order him so. That's why he put no resistance, leaning down with his tongue out and hungrily lapping at the leftover cum on the floor.

The laughter resumed anew, this time even stronger than before, ringing in his ears alone with the fire that burned his cheeks from the shame. But it was temporary, and worth the taste of that panther's cum, the sensation of that sticky fluid rolling down his throat, warming him up from the depths of his stomach when it splashed all the way down. He went through it with long licks, cleaning the ground in a matter of seconds and relishing on it all. His cousin was right, he realized; he was a slut...

"That's enough, Brachydios," Ruiner may have read his mind in some way, he wasn't sure. But he proved his authority once again when those words were all it took for the wyvern to let go of his ass. Slowly, that massive arm pulled out of him, every inch feeling so exquisite against his tight flesh, he thought he would fall on his knees. By the time it was already out, Nergigante felt his hole agape; whether contracting the muscles or expanding them, he was spread wide open that even the slightest breeze felt like it went all the way in. And the special slime stayed all the way in, trickling out and down his taint, coating his balls. "You're up, boys."

Simple words that Nergigante had no way of understanding. His senses were on edge from all the stimuli, and even then he was too distracted to pay attention to anything around him. He still had a lot of the cum puddle to clean, and it took him a moment to realize that the moaning hadn't stopped; even while giving his orders, Ruiner kept pounding Nargacuga's ass like there was no tomorrow, and his voice didn't break once.

But through the awestruck admiration, the meaning of his words became obvious when long, sharp claws grabbed the Elder Dragon's cheeks, spreading them apart and making his hole gape even more than it already was. He recognized these claws from his memories, and he was sure that one of the Odogaron his cousin had been lounging with was now behind him, admiring his hole, getting ready- No...

"Hell of a gape you left here, Brachydios! Perfect for our games!"

"We'll use it plenty and make you even more of a slut than you already are."

Both of them... Nergigante felt two sets of hands handling his cheeks, spreading them even more, while their claws poked at the tight ring. They teased him, pushing into it, making him tremble from the thinnest, smallest bit possible. His claws sank on the ground as his body grew tense, pleasure spiking from the very bottom of his stomach and coursing through every inch of his skin. One last lap, inspired by their actions, and the floor in front of him was left spotless.

They didn't give him a single second to rest after noticing that. The Elder Dragon felt his entire body turn around roughly, his back slamming against the hard floor, leaving him in the same position this all started with. His horns scratched the ground, but his eyes looked over his chest just as it rose from his heavy breathing. And he caught them in time, both of the Odogaron brothers staring at him, their grins wide and wicked, and their dicks already dripping like crazy. The crimson one had a jet black spire that seemed like it sucked the light out of its surroundings, while his Ebony sibling had a furious red member that reminded him of hellish flames. That contrast alone was already making Nergigante's own cock jump excitedly, and he wondered which one would be the first to go.

His excitement and arousal won him over. He had long discarded his pride, embracing his body's need, his hole's hunger. And he didn't mind reaching for his own ass, spreading the cheeks for both wyverns to see. It got an instant reaction from the crowd, their laughter gone and replaced by proud cheering as their newest member finally accepted his position. But deep down, Nergigante wasn't paying attention to any of them. His eyes stared at the siblings, saying all that needed to be said: The way he looked at their lengths and licked his lips at the sight was a work of art of its own.

"He wants it, brother," Odogaron whispered, nuzzling his brother's neck. He got one of the claws on his chin in return, and Ebony pulled him up for a quick, tender kiss. Nergigante wanted them to kiss him instead... When was the last time he felt so needy, so jealous.

"But I wonder which one he wants first, brother? How do we choose?" his voice was full of mirth, like that of a trickster. It didn't fool the much more powerful monster; he knew they had made their choice already, and all he did was wait for whatever it was. "Unless we don't have to make a choice."

That was a rather cryptic voice, and Nergigante admitted to himself that he didn't understand what he meant. But he didn't need to, really. He just needed to be a hole for them; that's all it took for the wyverns to ease his needs. And they surprised him by stepping forward together, the Ebony climbing on top of him while his brother lay down next to him, both aimed at his hole. He felt the two wet tips gently pressing against the tight pucker, the heads already pushing in... He was spread so wide, they went inside him without issue, and the only sound he made was a needy whimper.

"You want it that bad, slut?" Ebony whispered in his ear, his voice rough and soft, as his bright red cock pushed further inside.

"Of course he does. He needs dick bad," Odogaron grinned, his words coming out in a mocking tone, as his dick rushed inside to follow that of his siblings.

Their movements weren't synchronized in the least, exactly the opposite he expected from apparent twins. Odogaron's black member pushed deep into him, almost ramming inside before stopping all of a sudden. He did it to wait for Ebony's slower, tender pace. It was so weird, feeling his insides spreading with both dicks at different paces. But he loved every bit of it, and his breathing rushed from the sensation. His ass clenched around them, sucking their cocks further in, as the air left his lungs from the sheer size. Grunts and whines left Nergigante with every thrust from the wyverns, their members throbbing so much inside him. And in his sensitive state, he felt every inch they moved and every drop of thickening pre that came out of them.

It didn't take long for them to reach his prostate, and he screamed when both tips slammed it together. His claws dug into the ground and he heard the crowd cheer at the sight. His eyes rolled and his tongue lolled out, and that's when he saw his cousin a few feet away, still pounding Nargacuga hard enough to push... what seemed like another load out of the panther. A puddle of cum under their feet only got bigger as the smaller monster came hard all over the floor, but Ruiner's humps didn't slow down in the least; if anything, he got even faster and rougher, getting loud whimpers from his partner.

"Eyes here, pal," both wyverns said at the same time, one hand each on Nergigante's chin as they made him look back up. The dragon's eyes met with them for only a single second, before they shut down from how hard their rods slammed in his ass again. And it went on like that for a while, with both Odogaron siblings piercing his hole, thrusting at top speed already. With how much his ass was gaping, and how lubed it was from all the leftover seed in it, they didn't need a single second to prepare.

Nergigante's back arched, and his buttocks pushed against them, wanting to get more of their dicks inside him. It was exquisite, beyond everything he felt before, and he wanted so much more. His body was on fire, and his own cock jumped and slapped against his abs from how hard they both fucked him, until one of their hands grabbed and held it still. He had no idea which one did it, but he still moaned like their bitch when they started stroking him hard, pre oozing out of him and falling down their claws. It was electric, and he felt his balls already preparing to shoot. He clenched to try and hold it back, keeping their cocks even tighter in his ass, and that only made them both go even harder. He groaned from the effort, from the pair of dicks piercing him and taking him so easily...

"What do we have here?" a deep, dark and familiar voice reached his ears. His eyes opened up at last, and he saw in front of him the dark haunches covered in spikes that told him his cousin was above him. And indeed, Ruiner looked over his shoulder, staring at the dragon with a mad grin.

But that wasn't what he noticed. There were way too many things to notice, the first one being his cousin's tight, sweaty ass a few inches above him, and his tight hole nestled under his thick tail, twitching as he clenched for him to see. It was right there, so close that all he had to do was lean up a bit and he would get his tongue in there. The heat coming from it was so overwhelming he didn't feel anything else around him. Even the Odogaron siblings slamming his hole were a back thought compared to these buttocks.

The next thing he noticed was his cousin's dick, still hard and throbbing, oozing cum like crazy, and still buried inside Nargacuga's ass. He dragged the panther all the way back with him, and he was now lying on the floor, panting like crazy, half his body covered in his own jizz while his ass was held up by the massive dragon dick in it. Ruiner wanted Nergigante to eat his ass while he fucked one of his many subjects. Such an alpha... and Nergigante was his bitch. That started to be such an evident truth, he had no way of rejecting him.

Again, he had already discarded his pride. And Ruiner knew that. That's why he didn't wait for him to say anything; he just sat back down, until his ass covered Nergigante's face like any other had done before. And now, trapped between those sweaty, glorious cheeks, all the dragon had left to do was push his tongue out and lap at that hole with as much hunger as his body could muster, slipping it inside him, feeling the tightness squeeze around it and pull him further in.

Nergigante let out a loud groan, rumbling from the depth of his chest. Ruiner's ass was easily the best he'd ever had; everything, from the taste, the sensation around his tongue and lips, the musk invading his nostrils, was simply perfect- No, beyond perfect! It was too much for mere words to describe it. It was so good, he didn't even reach up for his legs like he did for the panther before; he wasn't worthy of touching the owner of such exquisite hole. But he still leaned forward, burying his snout further in, his nose and tongue pushing into him, licking his inner walls, letting the heat cover his face. His own sweat mixed with his cousin's, his body trembling from it all and his dick throbbing even harder now.

That's when the Odogaron siblings acted up, thrusting even harder, making him moan and yell inside the larger dragon's pucker. The hand holding his dick squeezed it tightly, clawed thumb rubbing and pressing the head, blocking the slit and making the pre bottle up for a few seconds before letting it go in large bursts. Every drop splashing on his abs was such a peculiar sensation, it made him shiver. And they kept fucking him hard enough that their balls smacked his rump heavily, making him wonder if it didn't hurt them at all.

Their humps were erratic, changing from going together to pushing when the other left. But no matter what happened, they never left the dragon unattended. Their dicks pushed in hard, his prostate destroyed again, their pre oozing and filling him so much, more and more cum and slime from before pushed out of Nergigante, falling down their balls and on the floor.

It was heaven. Every inch of his body, from his pounded ass to his chest covered in his own pre and dried cum, to his head and face buried as deep as they could go into his cousin's massive, perfect ass, was in absolute bliss the kinds of which he never felt before. The way his tongue was squeezed while his entire body lit on fire from the intensity was making him slowly lose consciousness, and yet those very same jolts kept him awake, forcing him to keep feeling this impossible pleasure. His prostate was constantly massaged, until every clench felt sore and useless; with how much his hole was gaping, what was the point to doing it anyway?

"You boys seem to be having a lot of fun with him," yet another new voice. One so deep and powerful, it reached even through the boundaries of Ruiner's ass covering his ears. He didn't hear it just in the air, but rumbling on the ground with each one of his steps, getting closer by the second, until the Odogaron siblings split apart to give him room. "I want in. Will that be fine with you, alpha?"

"Absolutely..." Nergigante realized two things. The first was that this newcomer's voice was even deeper than his cousin's, which said a lot of his masculinity, his size and his presence; whoever it was, he was a mystery to the Elder Dragon right now, and his dick jumped in curiosity and need at the possibilities. The second thing he noticed was a sigh in his new alpha's voice, a shake that was probably caused by his actions. He sucked ass that good, he told himself; good enough to make even a dragon as massive and masculine as his cousin lose himself in it. And that only made him put more effort, pushing further in, until his snout reached depths he was sure were untouched in Ruiner's ass, and his tongue lapped at them, getting a grunt in response.

"Then let's have some damn fun at last," the deep voice said again, and his words were followed by a crackling in the air. It took a moment for Nergigante to even register the sound as anything relevant, until the jolt around his dick got his attention. It didn't come from the inside, nor did it make him jump. It felt more like heat, like a burn going up his member and onto his head, making the cum in his balls churn even hotter. It was... No, it couldn't be, right? Unless-

His back arched and his snout buried even deeper inside Ruiner's ass, his scream getting louder by the second. It was unmistakable. The power surging through his length was nothing other than electricity; the way his sight got blurry and hazy after the sensation were all he needed to confirm his suspicions. The azure sparks appeared in his eyes, as if they tingled through his entire body until they made their way up. And another jolt kept him awake still, his body trembling and the next shot of cum already arching in the air and landing on his chest. The current going through his dick made his pleasure shoot up, reach heights he never thought possible, and it did so much faster than any other male in the room could ever hope to achieve. There was only one creature that could do such a thing.

The surge of energy affected all of Nergigante's body. Everything turned on after that, and the exhaustion left him, replaced by a sudden energy and increased arousal. The jolts shot his sensitivity through the roof, and he truly felt everything. His ass even clenched harder, and the Odogaron twins groaned at the new tightness, their humps growing harder and stronger against the resistance that his body now opposed. The dragon's prostate was utterly destroyed by them, slam after slam making him tremble as the need grew. His entire body jumped up and down, horns scraping against the ground in the process, and he his erection smacked his stomach, a few more drops of seed jumping out thanks to the lightning coursing through him. It was even better than before, and he didn't quite understand how.

The more they both treated him, and the more that electricity coursed through his dick and made him shiver in delight, the further he felt inside Ruiner's ass. He knew he wasn't getting any deeper; it was simply implausible to get his entire head inside his hole. But the snout was in, the tongue and a bit of his nose, all of it pushing inside his cousin's body thanks to nothing but effort and their joined arousal. And his tongue reached and lapped around the tight walls, licking the larger dragon's sensitive prostate and making him shake around his head. The way his sweaty, hot cheeks trembled around Nergigante's head made him think that his knees were growing weak, and he took that as something to feel proud of. He was making this alpha, this massive male that had so easily dominated him, bend to his will. And at the same time, the only thing in his mind was to please him.

"I..." Ruiner stood up, releasing Nergigante's face from the confines of his ass. Just when he had finally decided to live for nothing but to eat him out and please him. "I need... a moment..." his voice was low and shaky, and between his legs the Elder Dragon saw Nargacuga passed out, his ass pink from excessive use and the puddle of cum beneath them having grown even larger. Did he make his cousin cum so much just by eating his ass? Just the thought made him lick his lips and try to enjoy the lingering taste of his hole on them.

Another hard smack and he felt his body grow hot. Twin loads spread him all the way up, filling him to such extents, they were already dripping out of him. They hit his prostate with such incredible pressure, his cock jumped right away, and his own load burst out all over his chest and abs, reaching his face and coating his entire body white. He wasn't sure how it was possible for him to still have so much cum in his balls, but he wasn't complaining now that it splashed against his naked body. He humped back against the Odogaron twin cocks, feeling their pointed tips rubbing and spreading his insides, squeezing them to try and get the last few drops of milk out. He wanted more, he wanted them all the way in, piercing him, destroying him, no matter what. The more he clenched, he tried pulling them further in, making sure their balls were pressed against his rump. He wanted more of their cocks; so much more!

The jolts got his attention again, and that's when he saw him for the first time, clear through the haze in his eyes and the azure sparks that flew from his fingers. A tall, muscular creature, his body covered in hard, neon blue scales that seemed to glow in the darkness of the cave, giving his frame an ominous appearance. Golden horns and spikes adorned his head and shoulders, all the way down his defined back and to the flat tail that thumped the ground excitedly behind him. His chest was ashen cream, with massive pecs and glorious abs the likes of which Nergigante had never seen before, rising with every deep breath he took. A luscious white mane rested atop his head and down his neck, perfectly framing his face so elegantly, it was hard to believe this was a wild creature. And those shining eyes that pierced trough the shadows were just so enticing, the dragon humped back against his hand, feeling the claws squeeze his member and the lightning coming out of them going through his skin, his flesh and scales, heating everything up in the process so delectably...

"You like it, whore?" Zinogre asked him, and his rich voice filled the room and his ears so much, he felt it rumble through his body. It was like a thunderclap, the first sign of a storm in the middle of a peaceful day, just cutting through the silence. Everyone else around the cave stood still because of what a magnificent presence he had. "I asked you a question," his anger slowly took over, and the lightning came out again, making Nergigante scream in a mix of pain and delight from his member being so thoroughly treated.

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yeah..." his shaky voice surprised even him, and it got the crowd to laugh at him again. He didn't give a damn, because it was all true. If they called him a big whore, he would embrace it, because he loved the way his ass was being destroyed, and the way that tall wolf-like wyvern tortured his dick with so much electricity. It was exquisite, and it made him tremble from head to toe. He wanted him. He wanted them all so bad...

For a second, he looked over Zinogre's shoulders, and he saw his cousin sit back on his usual spot. His dick was limp against his abs, dripping pre, and he huffed at the sight of Nergigante's body being played with so much. If it was to please his beloved alpha, he would take as many cocks and asses as he had to. The Odogaron siblings seemed to pick up on that, since they both pulled out and made their way to his head, wicked grins drawn in their faces. Their claws scratched the ground, his body, tickling him, making him shiver from their touch, and his tongue lolled out in a silent beg. He wanted something in his mouth; anything! Dick, ass, even just their cum-soaked fingers- It didn't matter what as long as he got to ease this need.

"He wants us to play with him some more, brother," the crimson one spoke, leaning on Ebony's back while licking his neck. "Let's do the thing. Come on, I know you want to. You have been asking for it for a while."

"You're always such a pervert, brother," Ebony never stopped watching Nergigante, licking his own lips in delight. It was as if the dragon saw the events playing around in their heads, the gears turning before they even started.

Ebony stood above his head, while Odogaron grabbed his brother's hips, aiming his ass perfectly against the dragon's mouth. Another kiss, another rim, and another ass to eat, so Nergigante thought. His tongue pulled out just as the wyvern descended, and he squeezed it inside without difficulty, already squirming his way around, coiling and licking every single bit of muscle he came across. It was exquisite, it made him tremble all over; the heat coming off his cheeks, the way his hole clenched his tongue, it was all paradise!

And it only lasted a second, before Ebony stood back up and Nergigante was left with the need once again. He wanted to eat that ass, to make it his... Until he saw the black rod of the wyvern's brother, the pointed tip looking for the tight hole, pushing its way inside. Ebony's rich voice filled the cave again, his moans shaky and delectable, his ass clenching around his brother's cock, clamping and milking him in. The wyverns kept pushing against one another, cock and ass trembling from the resistance that slowly gave away, making them both moan and roar in sheer ecstasy. And Nergigante had front row seat to the show, his entire body shivering in sheer delight from what he saw. The way that ring expanded to take in that cock, hump after hump, pre already squeezed out of him...

That pre fell on the Elder Dragon's face, on his lips and his open mouth, and he licked it all off himself, relishing the flavor. Cum and ass, all of it mixed into a single, perfect taste that made his entire body react. He felt hotter, hornier still, his cock throbbing even harder now, almost painfully. He wanted more. And just as he thought as much, Odogaron pulled out again, his cock now aimed down and pushing all the way inside the dragon's throat. Nergigante was suddenly gagging from such a long cock burying itself inside his mouth, but his tongue still coiled around it, playing with the head, pulling him even deeper if possible.

He picked up on what they wanted right away, and once again trembled in delight. The cock came out of him, while Ebony's ass was a few inches closer, and he watched once again as it was pierced by that jet black spire that was his brother's cock. But this time, the dragon leaned forward, licking and sucking the underside of that cock every time it came out of that tight pucker. He humped hard, pre squeezing out, clinging to his skin every time he pulled out, only to be cleaned by the dragon's hungry tongue. And he pushed forward still, squeezing it inside Ebony's ass, feeling it squished between the wyverns' inner walls and cock. Every thrust only served to get his tongue even deeper, before he pulled out to keep sucking that cock some more. The best of both worlds, all at once, he thought.

Another jolt coursed through his body and he jumped back, moaning around the cock and ass at the same time. It was a low current, but constant, going up and down his cock with so much power, he felt the cum in his balls boiling again. He started humping the air out of sheer arousal, the heat spreading even more with every motion, until Zinogre held his member between those sharp claws, and the electric current got even stronger. His thumb's claw sank into his cock slit, blocking it just as the first shot burst out of him, and except for a few drops jumping out of the cracks left between claw and flesh, nothing came out of him.

"You're not cumming so soon, whore. We have to give the alpha a show," the wolf said as the pressure built up in Nergigante's cock, painfully. He clawed at the ground beneath him, desperate to jizz already, but it eventually fell down. The electricity didn't stop- Hell, it got even stronger when Zinogre leaned down and licked his member, making him jump in delight. He was so damn skilled with that tongue, his fangs teasing his skin just enough and his breath making him shiver from the heat. He took that reptilian member all in one go, without letting out a single sound, and Nergigante felt that powerful, experienced throat contracting around him, squeezing his member, already milking even the smallest drop of pre he could get out of him.

He needed somewhere to put his hands so bad, Nergigante ended up reaching for the wyverns' thighs, pulling them both closer to his face. Odogaron's thrusts had only picked up in speed, but he still went slow enough for the dragon's tongue to keep pleasing him and his brother's ass. Nergigante felt everything, from the heat coming off both of them to the sweat that dripped off those cheeks. And most of all, the drops of thickening pre that came out of Ebony's ass with every hump, practically asking to be swallowed. His own chest rose hard and far with every breath, taking in the musk and countless scents coming off both of them every time he so much as came closer. They were exquisite, fuck.

It was heaven. All around him, the only thing he felt was heaven. Another orgasm hit so hard, he felt his balls ache with need for release, but this one was also blocked by the wolf's claw. Zinogre felt it and pinched his cockhead, making him shake and squirm even more, his legs kicking and trying to get his arms out of the way. He knew he had no choice, but still tried. The orgasm kept hitting, harder by the second, all thanks to those sparks of lightning coursing through his cock, stronger with every passing second, making shiver with so much need, he thought he would pass out right there. But he still humped against the hand, feeling those rough scales against his own cum. He wanted more of that lightning. He wanted to cum, but he also wanted that seed to remain blocked if it meant giving the wolf even more pleasure of his own.

Zinogre's fingers dug into his ass next and the electricity got even stronger, his body jumping from the sudden shock, humping even faster and trembling with need. He screamed from the intensity, from the sheer pleasure now traveling through him, and Odogaron took the chance to pull out of his brother and bury his cock back inside the dragon's throat, fucking it as hard as he could. He gagged and sucked him to the best of his ability, his hands then going for Ebony's cheeks, spreading them and digging his fingers inside, filling him up and reaching his prostate in a matter of seconds. He got them both to moan with his actions, that was all that he cared about, and he humped against the wolf's hand as his personal reward. Every inch of his body heated up with nothing but lust and need, and he wanted even more. Even more...

Odogaron pulled out of him again, and then thrust into his brother's ass, harder and faster than before. His cock became a blur and Nergigante didn't have the chance to dig in and lick either of them. All he did was watch in awe as the wyverns fucked hard in front of him, while his member jumped and shook from the intense current going into it. The only other thing he managed to hear were Zinogre's growls as his member jumped again, thrusting against his hand, his cum climbing faster by the second, once again blocked by the sharp claw in him. It was so damn frustrating, and so delicious at the same time, he clenched his teeth to try and push his cum further out, to beat the wolf, even when he knew he had no chance. He wanted to cum so bad, he was having trouble thinking about anything else.

It wasn't him, but the Odogaron twins who came. With one final thrust, their roars mixed into a single, loud voice that bounced off the walls all around them, and the crimson balls over Nergigante's head trembled as they started pushing their load deep inside his brother's hole. Ebony came hard enough that the dragon saw it over them, his shots going far ahead, landing on the same pool of cum left over by Nargacuga before. It was thick, and part of him wished it had been all over him, all over his face to lick it off and swallow, relish on that masculine essence; all over his chest so he could smear it all over his body and bathe in it. But he got the reward he wanted when the first few drops came out of Ebony's ass instead, turning into thin strands as his brother kept shooting inside him. Such big producers, and it proved when not even the wyvern was capable of holding it all in. It all fell on Nergigante's face again, and he opened wide, letting it all in his maw, playing with it on his tongue and letting it roll down his throat with a rich moan. It was just as he expected: Masculine and strong, to the point every other flavor left in his mouth was quickly overwhelmed by it.

One last thrust and Odogaron stopped, holding his brother close. Nergigante heard him mumble something, probably whispering in his brother's ears, before slowly pulling out, giving him a clear view of that delicious member coated in so much cum, he might as well lick it clean. But the moment the tip came out, the dragon got the greatest blessing when a flood of cum gushed out of Ebony's ass like a waterfall. The wyvern moaned from the sensation, and Nergigante opened up to get everything in his mouth, swallowing every last drop expertly, leaning forward and pressing his mouth around that loose ring of flesh to try and suck it all out, only making him moan even harder. Loud gulps were the only evidence that something happened, and he felt Odogaron's claws caress his chest and throat after every single one, his eyes closed as he felt nothing but the heat of that perfect ass, and that glorious cum going down his throat.

When he finally pulled out, it was with a loud gasp, and then he fell back down on the ground, feeling his horns smack against the floor. Ebony fell to his knees next to his head, shaking and moaning like a bitch while his brother joined him, and the two resumed their cuddling right after. It was such a lovely sight, Nergigante actually felt jealous of them for a moment. Before another zap got his attention back to the wolf holding his member.

"Not bad," he said, licking the head with azure sparks coming out of his tongue. The tingling coursing through his length made the dragon moan excitedly, humping back against the fingers still buried in his ass. He wanted to see what else the wolf was capable of, and teased him to try and get more. "We already knew you were a whore, but this is... Wow."

"You want to be wowed, then?" his voice now carried a sultry, erotic hint to it that got whistling and cheers out of the crowd. He was one of them now, he thought. If he was going to be their whore, he would sure as hell make the best out of it. He said it not with his words, but with the wicked grin on his lips, aimed at his cousin lying on the back. Ruiner looked at him with an equally lustful smile, licking his lips expectantly, checking him out. He wanted him, he could tell. And Nergigante wanted him as well already, fuck... So much, he might just say it out loud, walk over to the alpha and take him right there, in front of everyone.

But the more he thought about spending some quality time with his cousin, the more his dick throbbed in Zinogre's hold, and his sparks grew in intensity to respond. The hornier he got, the more intense the wolf's stimulation would get, until he was shivering all over from the gentle numb he left all over his skin. It was so exquisite, he ended up humping that rough hand without even realizing; his hips simply moved on their own, the skin of his manhood pulling back without the other monster having to do anything in the least. It was all Nergigante's thirst and desire, nothing else. His eyes wandered down from the alpha to those shining blue scales and that luscious white mane, and that's when he saw the face he made with a cock that big in his hand. His tongue pushed out, dangling close to the head, wanting to take in the drops of pre and cum that still hung to it. The dragon wanted to tell him to go ahead, to suck it as much as he liked, but those electric surges took his mind over, leaving him numb and speechless.

But then a thunderous crash rumbled through the walls, and it wasn't just Nergigante who didn't make any sound any longer. His ears actually rang a little from the sudden silence left after his audience stopped cheering and chanting for his pounding, and he realized Zinogre had stopped as well. His hips bucked forward slightly, getting more pre over his claws, but not even that was enough to get his attention- Anyone's attention, now that he looked around. They were all ignoring him, all heads staring in the same direction, with the same stiff, nervous expressions. Even Ruiner looked in the same way, the only difference being the relaxed smile still present on his features. Of course, Nergigante had to turn as well and see what it was that took all the eyes from the show that his body was supposed to be.

And that's when it hit him first, the powerful aroma that made his body react even harder than Zinogre's electricity. It was sweet and overpowering, clinging to his nostrils and making him tremble, his member twitching from it alone. His eyes followed the direction his nose pointed to, and that's when he saw the imposing figure of a massive Diablos, a gigantic wyvern brimming with muscles, wings attached to the arms that slammed the ground with every step of those compact, defined legs. Crowned with colossal horns that left even the Elder Dragon's to shame, and a maw lined with sharp tusks that could rip anything apart, the one thing that shocked Nergigante was how, instead of the usual golden scales these creatures were known for, this particular specimen was a lustrous black color. That could only mean one thing, he thought...

"So... This is the new toy?" Black Diablos said, her gruff voice dragging the words just like how she dragged that monstrous mace attached at the end of her tail. It all made sense; the pack's intense arousal, their need to play with the Elder Dragon, their reactions and this glorious scent that made his body tremble. Female Diablos only turned that deep color when on heat; these were the pheromones of a beast that demanded to be bred, and every single male in the room fell victim. Whether it was her or someone else, they simply wanted to breed something, Nergigante could tell because now he wanted to do the same as well. Just looking at her imposing figure made him feel small and excited at once, wanting nothing more than to sink his dick inside her.

"Diablos! So swell of you to join us," that was Ruiner, getting everyone's attention. For a second, Nergigante noticed the female wyvern crouching forward the slightest, her lips curling into a smile as if she were thrilled to receive the alpha's attention. But just looking at his cousin was enough to tell he was as affected by her scent as everyone else. No matter how long he kept up that charming smile, he couldn't hide the way his chest heaved now that his breathing rushed, or his member throbbing harder at the sight, oozing copious amounts of pre. He wanted to breed her as much as the others. Perhaps even more, given his position. "This dear cousin of mine is indeed our... toy, as you so cleverly put it. Tell me, will you be taking part on our activities today?"

"Damn right I will," she spoke to him with a softer tone than she did before, holding him higher than the rest. He was still her alpha after all, but they also felt like equals in a way. If he was the king in this pack, then she was undoubtedly his queen. She had the strength to be so, anyway. And just as he thought as much, almost as if she read his mind, Diablos turned to Nergigante, cracking a smile through the tusks. The small red eyes hiding under her horns shone with hunger the likes of which he had never seen, that made his body tremble slightly in a mix of fear and anticipation. "He looks like he needs a little breaking."

God, what a woman... She didn't need to say anything else; she just walked over to him, her mighty body exuding power after every step, hair heavy tail suddenly rising, swaying to caress the side of Zinogre's face on her way. It was only a moment before her massive body blocked the view, not like the dragon had any problem with her being the only thing he saw. Her enormous thighs ended up next to each side of his head in a position Nergigante was now very familiar with, and her hindlegs spread slightly apart, showing off the prize he had been craving after for a while now: Between the hard, coal scales covering her body, a single spot of soft pink flesh appeared, the inner folds slowly pulling apart and a single strand of transparent fluids falling out, close to the dragon's lips. The smell alone made his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he could've died happy just then.

Diablos was an aggressive sort, and she proved by simply lying down, her pussy now pressed hard against Nergigante's lips, forcing him to make out with her. His eyes widened in surprise, but he took it in stride and let his tongue push out, lapping at those muscles inside her, that soft flesh, and already feeling her clamp around him, pull his mouth closer, making his tongue extend even further than before. It was heaven... The sheer heat coming off her body, the impossibly sweet taste, the scents filling his nostrils- It was all too good to be real, and his body went limp with pleasure, his neck the only exception: He leaned forward, trying to get more of his tongue inside her, lapping at those soft walls, swallowing whatever juice he came across and just relishing on the favor.

But it wasn't enough, and the massive wyvern was more than happy to show him as much. She grabbed him by the horns, once again surprising him, and with the impressive strength of her enormous arms, she pulled Nergigante further into her pussy, really driving him between her thighs, until his nose pushed so hard against the entrance, he thought it might suck his entire snout in as well. Diablos growled angrily, still not satisfied, and a shiver ran up the dragon's spine. He feared what might happen to him should he fail to please such a mighty creature, and that only turned him on more. With every muscle in his throat, he tried to push his tongue further out, stretch it beyond anything he'd done before, all to make it snake down and find every single sweet spot in this monster. Her growls grew louder the deeper he went, and that's how he knew he was doing something right.

A powerful surge coursed through his body, and his instant reaction was a jolt that ended with his hands landing on Diablos' thighs, pulling her closer. She growled even harder, but the way her pussy clamped around his tongue told him he did something right. For the half second he was conscious, Nergigante realized he had forgotten about Zinogre at all- he forgot everyone in the cave, even his cousin, all because of how focused he was on eating this pussy out -but the wolf was more than happy to bring him back to reality with his electric powers, sparks and lightning running up and down his length as he stroked him, jerked him harder and faster with every passing second. It wasn't the quick shots from before, but a constant flow that made him shake and moan so hard and so loud, it echoed through the cave even through the wyvern's dense thighs. He growled from the pleasure, already feeling his cum rise again, the same claw as before blocking it from shooting out, forcing him to edge and scream inside Diablos' pussy. His hips pushed forward, humping and trying to get free from the wolf's grasp to finally let his seed out, but Zinogre was surprisingly firm.

One of Diablos' hands left his horn and went for the back of his head instead, holding him tight for a second before pushing him even deeper. Nergigante felt his face surrounded by the sheer warmth and softness of the wyvern's body, her thighs closing around him, squeezing him further in. His tongue pushed all the way out, lapping at her inner walls, licking, taking any drop in, the tip finally poking the tight cervix; just an extra inch and he started pushing further against it, just pushing gently, spreading it the slightest... And for the first time, Diablos' growls turned into a loud, powerful roar of nothing but sheer pleasure, her hips bucking forward to get more of the dragon inside her. Nergigante couldn't even breath from this position, his head trapped by those glorious legs, his face buried into that pussy, tongue vibrating from his own constant screaming and moaning, all thanks to the current going from the tip of his dick and all through his body.

His claws sank into the ground again, leaving deep gashes on the hard rock beneath his body as his hands balled up into fists. His eyes rolled to the back of his skull, and everything else he had to offer practically moved on its own afterwards, from his tongue inside that tight pussy to the hips that kept trying to get more of that wolfen claw, edging himself, desperate for his release. Diablos' folds oozed like crazy, and what few drops Nergigante didn't get to catch ended up falling down the sides of his face, covering his cheeks and making him shiver from their sheer warmth. The smell made everything look blurry, his mind shutting down as he tried to lean forward, bury himself even deeper inside the wyvern.

And the more he felt her, the more his dick throbbed in Zinogre's hold, cum rising up, hotter than ever before. His back arched in preparation, what little consciousness he had left already dreading the wolf's hand over his slit, that thick claw inside him keeping it all down. But he didn't make the slightest movement, nor did the constant surge of electricity stop at any second. The pleasure remained a constant in the Elder Dragon's body, and the more he humped the air, the more he felt his orgasm approach. Inch by inch of his significant length, it slowly crawled up to the tip, ready to burst out without the slightest interference from either of the powerful creatures that used him for their own desires. If anything, Zinogre's constant flow of electricity goaded him to cum even more, harder than ever before. Just a few more seconds, a few more thrusts and he would rain seed all over them both, cover the wolf's hand and claws in it until he had no choice but to lick it off.

And just as he thought about it, yearning for it, Zinogre squeezed his member right in the middle. It all happened in a single second after that: Nergigante yelled from how suddenly he tightened his hold, and the way his tongue vibrated hit Diablos' cervix just right, getting the first orgasm out of her. Her juices flowed out like a flood, all over the dragon's mouth, but he couldn't swallow it all as greedily as he would've wanted. He had to let it fall to the sides of his face, with only part of it, maybe half, landing inside his maw by sheer chance, swallowed by his instinctive hunger. He couldn't focus because the orgasm he had been looking forward to for so long was roughly taken away from him by the violent squeeze. He expected the claw inside his slit, the electricity to somehow force his own seed back down his rod, and so many other things only Zinogre himself could do, he never even considered such a simple, mundane choice on his part. That made his failed orgasm only the more frustrating, and at the same time made him want it back even more. He yearned for it even more now, just like he yearned for Diablos' juices once again. He wanted it all from them both...

"Fuck..." Diablos breathed out, her chest rising far with every heavy intake of air as she leaned back. One of her enormous hands fell on Nergigante's torso, instantly pushing him back to the ground. His back now flat against the floor, he slowly came back to the world as the flow of electricity receded, and his snout slowly slid out of the wyvern's pussy. His horns scraped against the floor once again, and he gasped for air as his face was literally covered in her juices, tongue lapping around his nose to try and get more of her divine taste down his throat.

Diablos didn't say anything else after that, but she reached for him all the same, her free claw gently cupping the side of his cheek. Nergigante felt warmth and fear simultaneously, leaning into a hand that could easily crush his skull. The looming black figure above him was equal parts threatening and erotic, and he realized he wanted even more of her now. Perhaps it was due to his own failed orgasm, which only became more evident when Zinogre let go of his member. The lingering ache in his balls, the hips that tried to keep thrusting at the air and get what felt like liters of cum finally out of his system... It was all simply too much for him; it made him shake from head to toe, wishing they would allow him to meet with his own bliss. He was willing to do anything, no matter what, if they would only let him cum already.

"I bet you can still go, can't you?" Diablos asked him again, her voice layered with subdued excitement. She wanted him as well. And Nergigante knew that he would've nodded instantly had he had any energy left in his body to do so. But exhausted as he was, the only option he had left was hope that the wyvern would notice the glint in his eyes, the sheer need that flooded every inch of his tired body. "Zinogre, he has a spectacular tongue. You should let him eat you out, you love that, don't you?"

"I do," it was amazing how easily the wolf could admit that. But then again, what was the point on feeling shame when they were surrounded by this much sex in the first place. He didn't need to say anything else, as Diablos stood up from her sitting position and turned over to him, one hand easily pushing him around and to the back. It was less about what the wolf wanted and more about getting him out of the way.

In an instant, they had changed positions, and Zinogre's electric blue scales were now the only thing the Elder Dragon could see. Such a beautiful color, crossed only by the bright pink of his hole, nestled deep between his buttocks. Nergigante took one final breath before the wolf, predictably, landed on his face without a word of warning, and the dragon's snout ended up buried in yet another ass. Bliss, he thought as his tongue snaked out of him, already pushing its way inside that tight pucker, tasting the sweat left in his inner walls, feeling the heat coming off his body all over his face. The smell, the clenching around his mouth, the sight- It was all exquisite! He couldn't get enough of it, or of the growls that came out of Zinogre as he made his way in.

And at the same time, Diablos had the exact same consideration as she impaled herself around his dick. Nergigante's back arched up again, his voice turning into nothing but screams, moans and whimpers as his manhood was gulped up by the wyvern's tight folds. Her inner walls clenched around him right away, already massaging him, the cum in his balls boiling as they were once again promised release. The weight of her body pinning him down, her walls trapping him and milking him from the first second, were all driving the dragon crazy. And that was before she even started riding him proper, he was that on edge. He wanted to cum, to breed her like her heat demanded.

Arousal took over, and Nergigante reached for Zinogre's thighs, pulling him further down just like he did with so many others before. He wanted to push deeper inside his hole, to make the wolf holler from pleasure alone; but most of all, he wanted to feel and taste more of him, all the way down his face and body. The deeper he got his tongue inside him, the better; he just wanted more of him that badly. They were both shaking by now, and he finally got his revenge, even if only for a second, by making him tremble like this. Once again, the dragon's eyes rolled to the back of his skull, simply because of how tight that ass got around his tongue, how much it refused his entry, making him push even harder, deeper to get him.

Diablos didn't care for what they did, though. She rose and slammed herself back down on his crotch, repeatedly, roughly, using him as little more than a living dildo. Nergigante loved every second, every thrust she took to please herself on him. The way her walls clenched and loosened around him, squeezing every inch, folds kissing his head every time she went all the way back up and making him drip pre all over her body, lubing her for the next slide down. He wasn't seeing her, but Diablos took her own pleasure further, her claw rubbing her own clit constantly, making herself roar in bliss with every touch, every playful pinch, and every single time the dragon's member poked against her clit, much like his tongue did before. Her free hand went for his balls, squeezing them, pulling them, torturing and playing with them as much as she wanted, making him shake and shiver even harder. Every bit of his manhood now belonged to the wyvern, and he had no say in the matter.

It was all bliss. To the Elder Dragon, who had been tortured and teased by these two mighty creatures well beyond the limits of his body, finally edging towards his orgasm was just heaven. Even if they only left him hanging once again, that only meant he would keep feeling like this for longer. Just knowing that made him pull the wolf harder, made him hump to meet the wyvern on her way back up. Their screams and moans of pleasure were more than enough to incite him, to make him go harder. He wanted to cum, he wanted them to cum, he wanted to be used like the cock and ass whore that he had been turned into. And he loved it all, every single second, every bit that was given to him.

A crackling reached his ears, and he recognized it right away. The same electricity that coursed through his body mere minutes before was now coming out of Zinogre's paws and onto his own member, coursing through him as he stroked himself. The wolf gave himself the pleasure he had denied to the dragon for so long, and he started shivering even harder than before, all because of his own personal teasing. His breathing rushed and he humped back on Nergigante's mouth, grinding against his nose, burying himself deeper around that tongue. The dragon almost passed out from the sensation alone, but he held on, toes curling as he moaned and licked against the wolf's prostate. A deep, powerful howl came out of Zinogre from that alone, and the cracking noise turned even louder. Nergigante felt his entire body clench as all that happened, still edging, still being refused his orgasm, and yet loving every second of sheer pleasure that he and the azure wolf shared.

Thus, he was surprised beyond belief when Zinogre pulled away from his snout, and the ass he had been snacking on was suddenly out of reach. An instant of disappointment, a fraction of a second, before the dragon's horns were grabbed and a massive cock was roughly jabbed down his throat. He didn't have time to think as the massive load simply exploded right in his throat, along with the mighty roar that came out of the wolf, bouncing off the cavern's walls. His first reaction was to choke, cough and gag until cum burst out of his mouth, falling down his cheeks and only making him look more like the slut he had turned into. His second reaction was to gulp down with every bit of expertise he had gathered over the years, relishing on the masculine, powerful flavor that now went down to his stomach. It was electric, silly as it may sound; it made him tingle all over, activating him, energizing him... Just as Zinogre's heavy, furious humps did. His tip pushing and poking the back of his throat were the cherry on top for this magnificent meal he received.

With so much attention, it was only a given he wouldn't be able to resist any longer. Diablos felt that as well, and her inner walls massaged the dragon's member roughly, putting more and more attention in every single one of her humps. His balls slapped against her from how hard she smacked herself down, and in only a matter of seconds Nergigante felt the rush of thick, hot seed bursting out of his own dick, quickly flooding the wyvern's pussy. Another roar joined Zinogre's, this one far more aggressive and dominant, and her own walls started to leak as her own orgasm hit next. The wolf wasn't even done through it all, so the three joined in a synchronized release that filled all of their bodies with nothing but bliss. Nergigante was sure he would pass out right there from the sheer pleasure, from how sensitive he was, how he choked on that electric cum while his balls were drained yet again- He had lost count of how many times he had shot in the past hour already. All he knew was the sensations he was getting, as well as the ones he was giving. And he wanted more. That's why he kept sucking Zinogre's cock even when his shot started dying out, desperate to get a few more drops of seed in his system.

"F-Fuck..." it was the wolf who ended up pulling out, despite Nergigante's whimpers of complain and his hands trying to keep him still. His hunger truly knew no bounds, and the wolf couldn't help a smirk as he saw it painted on his face, before letting out a sigh and falling on the ground next to him. He was spent, chest rising with every breath, much like the dragon next to him. "You did pretty good. Definitely will do that again," he finished with a wink and a caress on Nergigante's cheek, making the Elder Dragon look his way.

That attention only lasted a second, before he went back to Diablos. His own hips had started moving on their own as well, meeting the wyvern every time she slammed herself back on him. Somehow he was still shooting even now, despite the intensity of his orgasm logically saying he should be empty by now. Were his balls always this productive, or was it something about the wyvern herself that simply made him shoot three times more? The pheromones, perhaps... That sweet, powerful scent that still invaded the air and made him feel hot all over, his crotch painful from the pressure that, despite constant release, never seemed to recede.

"You think you're done, slut?" Diablos' rough voice only made him feel harder, if he was honest. And to mark her words, she slammed herself against his cock again, clenching and milking out every last drop available. "You're nowhere near done. I'm taking everything I can out of you, and you're gonna like it."

The unthinkable happened. With nothing but sheer strength and skill, Diablos kept massaging and squeezing Nergigante. Despite his numerous cumshots and the wyvern's own orgasm- despite all evidence saying that they should all be spent and unable to even think after so much debauchery -he felt every cell in his body suddenly light up in blissful realization. And his orgasm grew in intensity, renewed and even more powerful than before, leading to the dragon's furious scream as he felt it course through his entire body. It was like nothing he'd felt before: Hypersensitivity, from his hearing growing clearer to the cave suddenly being filled with the brightest light imaginable. His claws sank on the ground beneath him out of sheer carnal pleasure, and he felt his seed ooze out of the wyvern's folds simply from how much it was. He was being relentlessly milked and even then he had a lot more to go, he felt it all crawl up his length, sucked out by those hungry insides that demanded to be bred.

By the time his shot was over, he fell flat on his back. He hadn't even realized his hips pushed that far up... Or perhaps it was more accurate to say he was pulled up by the wyvern's sheer desire and power. Whatever the case, Diablos pulled out of him, and even though she clenched her pussy right away, a good rain of cum fell out of her and soaked Nergigante's dick and balls, painting them white. Strange as it was, he found himself feeling proud over it.

"Wipe that grin off your face, dildo," Diablos' voice got him back to reality, and part of his mind was ready to be smacked across the face, as if that were the only natural thing for the wyvern to do now that they were over. But instead, she reached and patted him between the horns, hints of a smile on her snout. "Not too shabby. I'll have fun with you later again."

That was all she said before grabbing Zinogre and dragging him by the tail, pulling him towards another corner of the cavern along with many other males on their way. Insatiable... That was the only word Nergigante had to describe her. And he wanted to help try and satiate her, to be used by her some more. But no matter how much he wanted it, yearning alone can't do anything. His body was beyond exhausted, his breathing heavy and difficult. Only his chest moved in the slightest, rising with every intake, while the rest of his body simply refused to do anything despite his constant attempts. Soreness and tiredness slowly took over, his eyelids feeling heavy, closing...

"Don't pass out on me now, cousin."

It was like a jolt. Maybe it was that deep, terse voice filling his ears, making his dick twitch with nothing but its sheer masculinity and the memories it inspired on Nergigante from the earliest events of the night. Maybe it was the claw that pushed its way inside his spread open, spent hole, turning around inside him, trailing the edges and just generally teasing him. Whatever it was, the dragon's attention was suddenly taken over and he looked up, staring at the tall, imposing black dragon that stood in front of him now, a grin on his handsome face. He looked down at him with those gargantuan horns forming a frown on his eyes, all of it making him look even more wicked than he truly was. And yet, that was all Nergigante needed to feel attracted to him.

"We haven't had our fun just yet, you know," Ruiner whispered, licking his lips and pushing his claw further down. Nergigante couldn't help the moan that came out of him, only getting a smirk out of the darker dragon. He didn't want to admit how long he had wanted that royal, mighty dick to pierce him; since the very first moment he saw it, when the dark dragon kept playing with himself, inspired by the show unfolding in front of his eyes. Now he finally gave it a good look, up close and personal, realizing how freaking thick and long it was. Even with his hole as wide open as it was right now, he wondered if he would be able to take the whole thing in. And he found himself excited at the prospect.

"Are you planning on correcting that any time soon?" he asked with the sultriest tone he had, which was surprisingly difficult when he was this out of breath. That didn't stop him from pushing back against Ruiner's claw, feeling more of him push inside his hole, until he had him up to the knuckle. The tip bumped his prostate right away, and his cock twitched again, the first drop of pre gushing out of him. To think he still had seed to spare, it was honestly outstanding.

"Eager much? Can't say I dislike it," the black dragon chuckled. "Turn around," and as if suddenly energized by the order, Nergigante found the strength in his body to move once again. His cousin never removed his hand in the slightest, though, forcing him to move over around that thick finger buried inside him. He felt his spikes scrape against the ground slightly at first, the first time in a while that he got back up in all fours. It felt strange, alien even, after so much sex while lying on his back, as if that were the position he was born to take. But as soon as he stood back up, tail raised and to the side to keep his tight hole exposed, Ruiner got on his hindlegs and quickly jumped on top of his back, his free hand landing safely against his spikes. The dragon lay down again, his hard chest pressed against the spikes, his snout close to Nergigante's ear, and a single whisper came out of him. "This is how our kind mates. Did you know that, cousin? We rub against our spikes as a sign of affection."

Nergigante actually didn't know that, nor was he too inclined to take the dragon's words at face value. But the way his chest pressed against his spikes just right, pushing them down in the right angle to make them bend safely, without any of them being hurt... The heat and the closeness he had never felt before because of them, now spreading through his entire body as his cousin held him tight... He had to admit that it did feel nice. A growl in his ear slowly turned into a purr, and he shivered not from the sound, but from the thought of having another man so close to him. So close, he could open up and tear him open if he wanted to. It was the fact that he didn't that made the dragon feel so at ease.

He didn't say anything else, no matter how much Nergigante wanted him to. That deep, elegant voice was like silk to his ears, and it was now being denied to him. But in return, he got the tip of his throbbing member pressed against the tight hole, right under his tail. It was well worth it. And it was exactly like he imagined it would be. No matter how many dicks he had taken all through the night, his cousin's tip was enough to make him whine and beg for more already, his hips moving on their own and trying to push back. He wanted him in as soon as possible. But he stopped once the sharp claws scratched at the soft flesh under his spikes.

"Don't do that," Ruiner finally spoke, but his voice was more neutral than before. Gone were the charm and the terse sensation, replaced by cold dominance. "We'll go at my pace, not yours," he growled slightly again, and the Elder Dragon found himself shuddering.

It didn't take much more for Nergigante to give up. He was smart enough to tell when he was outmatched, and he actually enjoyed it. Rather than fighting, he let his head down, face on the ground and ass raise further up, presenting himself. He squeezed his ass slightly to get another loud growl out of his cousin, followed by a deep chuckle, and he knew he was doing something right. It was easier to just stop everything and let the real man take charge of things; they would both have a good time if he did, after all.

Hands down on the ground, to each side of his head, the dragon just let his cousin go to town on him. Ruiner didn't care in the least for his comfort, pushing his large length deeper and deeper, making Nergigante moan and whimper in pain. He was spread open and filled with so much cum, he didn't understand how it wasn't just rolling down his hole and thighs. He held it in from sheer hunger... But even as slick as he was, it wasn't enough to let the much larger dragon slide in peacefully. It hurt and forced him even wider than before, until his claws sank on the ground and left deep gashes on the way. It was exquisite, terrifyingly so. Tongue lolling out and eyes rolling to the back of his skull, Nergigante shuddered again as more of that magnificent cock made its way inside him.

"How does it feel so far?" he actually had the gall to ask, knowing that the dragon was in no position to speak. Nergigante's mouth opened, but instead of words what came out were loud, primal moans of sheer, absolute pleasure. Ruiner leaned further against him in return, his torso pushing the spikes further down so comfortably, they both ended up purring at it. "I know. But I won't be this sweet all the time, cousin. You know that, right?" he was being sweet right now? Fuck... How would it be once he got rougher, then?

He got his answer when the black dragon was buried halfway in. Halfway, Nergigante thought... That was only halfway. He felt it all the way down, as if the tip pressed against his stomach, ridiculous as that was. And yet, if that was only halfway through, didn't that mean that the whole thing could easily reach? Damn, he wanted to see if he would reach that deep. He wanted him to reach that deep! And those pleas were answered when Ruiner, without a care in the world, slammed the rest of his member as far down as possible, all in one powerful thrust. Nergigante's claws sank so deep in the ground, they cracked the rock beneath him, and his mouth opened to let out a soundless scream of pain. All that happened in a single second before the entire length made its way inside and his cousin's balls slammed against his own. It was truly impressive.

Suddenly, Ruiner felt heavier. The dragon's weight pushed Nergigante down on the ground, and he felt himself shaking from it all. Loud gasps reached his ears, and he knew the king had exerted himself far too much. Too tight an ass even for someone like him... The Elder Dragon took a moment to feel proud about that, clenching around his member and hearing a loud wince instead. A moment of victory that got him a hand pinning his head on the floor. But when he looked up from the corner of his eye, he saw his panting cousin grinning back, licking his lips excitedly.

"Give me a second," he whispered, caressing Nergigante's cheek. Not even his sudden tenderness was enough to surprise the dragon. He had the charisma for everything he did to feel right. "Don't let the others know, but you might be a bit too good even for me. Can't let them know I get tired sometimes, can we?" he winked at him. A small secret between them, hardly something worth his time. And yet, Nergigante felt realized from having it. He felt the dragon's breathing against his back, his rising chest pushing his spikes against his back, and he felt everything about his body, from the muscular chest that seemed to emit warmth and life. Glorious pecs, glorious abs, glorious dick- He was really the perfect man.

After a few seconds, Ruiner finally got his bearings back and stood back up, adjusting his legs to better push himself in. Slowly, his hips pulled back until the lower half of his length was out, and in pretty much the exact motion as before, he slammed himself back in, making Nergigante moan loudly. Like the bitch in heat he deep down was. And just like that, the fast, furious thrusting started. There were no words of warning, no warming up- Hell, he had been warmed up all night long and not even that was enough to prepare him for this masculinity, this sheer girth. None of what they might have done would've been enough. He just accepted that the black dragon didn't care, and instead drowned himself in the sensation of having that monstrous cock plow him.

It was electric, like always. Overwhelmingly so. He was big enough that Nergigante's prostate was pushed and tortured constantly, squeezed under the prominent length on his way in and out. His knees and arms shook from delight and his entire body wanted to push back, meet the dragon in the middle and mix their pleasure together, all to make himself feel even better. But he remembered those words and tried his best to keep quiet and still. It had to be his pace, that was the one rule Ruiner gave him. He had to be the one destroying him, impaling him with that cock. All the Elder Dragon could do was accept and moan, squeeze him to try and get more of that thick pre inside him. He felt it all fill him up, mixing with what was leftover by the other monsters in his harem, and for a second it was as if all of that pulled back for their king's seed to burst in. Even their cum knew who was the boss, that's how dominant he truly was.

One particular thrust was so powerful, Nergigante felt himself scream in yet another mix of pain and pleasure. It was truly exquisite, something no words could do justice to. And he wanted even more. His own cock jumped and shot ropes of pre like crazy from how hard he buried himself inside that tight ass, from how strong and forceful the slams were. Every time Ruiner's enormous balls slapped his own, he actually felt the seed inside them churn and shake from the sudden motion, slowly climbing its way up and forcing itself out of him. It was thanks to this much masculinity, to the great power that the black dragon emitted, that Nergigante still had anything inside him to shoot out.

One rope went far enough that it splashed all over Nergigante's chest and chin. He opened up and licked it off, relishing his own taste and shivering at the very idea. To think this was all pre, pushed out with such force from how hard he was being fucked. The more his body was soaked, the harder he felt himself going, until his dick shook and trembled, ready to burst his actual, final load. He felt it slowly climb its way up his length and it made him shiver in delight, and yet he clenched and tried to hold it back. He wanted to cum at the same time as his cousin, and he looked over his shoulder to try and tell him as much with nothing but his eyes. Until that happened, he was more than happy with just taking his cock and covering himself in pre. Anything for his new king's pleasure.

Ruiner was panting like mad as well. Every time Nergigante clenched, he saw the large dragon on top of him grunt and shake slightly, his claws sinking further against his flesh. The light scratches turned harder by the second, and he was sure he was driving him to the edge as well. They were driving each other to the edge. The hips slamming against his ass, his tail soon soiling around the black dragon's waist and pulling him closer, rules be damned- It was all for the sake of their shared orgasm. He saw it in his eyes as well. Even after jerking and cumming so much to the show Nergigante provided him, Ruiner was still going. He could keep shooting, he had to keep shooting! It was easier, more delectable, the more orgasms he had in a row. That was something they had in common, yet another aspect of their species: The impressive skill to breed and please themselves endlessly. And that was the one thing they wanted to share here and now.

A bit longer, and then Ruiner's humps and thrusts turned shorter, quicker, stronger... He was so close already, threatening to burst inside him. Nergigante felt everything so clearly, his moans came out long and drawn out. His tongue lolled out, lazily poking at every inch of his chin, going up and down his nose, smearing pre and drool all over his face. He was a mess, and he wanted to be made an even bigger one. He opened wide to see if anyone would feel the need to jump over and fuck his maw, feed him and clench his thirst as well. But no one moved. It was only then the Elder Dragon realized the room had gone silent, all of them unwilling to break into their king's time, comfortable with just staring and taking in the view. Ruiner was powerful enough that he simply needed to exist for them all to respect and fear him, and that only made Nergigante want him even more. He clenched and screamed, needing his seed up his hole, craving nothing more than that.

"Please..." he whispered as well, wanting to keep his beloved cousin's secret. It was something only for them. And he looked up at him, wishing he would growl and snarl at him, push him back down and show him who was the alpha, the king of all living creatures. "Breed me, sir... P-Please..."

"There we go. You know your place now, don't you? Cute breeding slut," he actually reached and rubbed Nergigante's chin, and the sheer elation he felt at that moment easily outpowered anything else he may have felt before or after. He wanted him to do it again, he wanted more of that emotion. So much, he leaned against him, nuzzling as far up Ruiner's neck as he could. The alpha responded with nothing but a low growl, and his humps slowed down as he licked the Elder Dragon's snout, playfully teasing his lips with his tongue.

A couple more hits. Nergigante felt his pre start to thicken inside him, his body hotter and his claws sinking further into the ground. He pushed back against him, clenching, feeling every thick inch of that monstrous cock pulse and throb with every passing second. That's when Ruiner's fangs clenched as well, and the black dragon trembled on top of him as with one final, powerful thrust, his load exploded all the way inside Nergigante. It was just as he expected it to be: massive, hot and overwhelming. It easily trumped every other shot he had felt inside him so far, and it made him whimper and scream for more. For a second, he even thought he might be growing larger from how much it was, and he looked down to see if his stomach was perhaps bulging out.

It was just at the right time. His own cock jumped and throbbed furiously, and a single rope of cum burst out of him and landed right in his open mouth. Hotter and thicker than any orgasm he had that night, he savored it during that one second and felt its power coursing his body. While he did, several others shot out and landed all over his face, covering his eyes and nose as he simply moaned in absolute delight. How bad he wished to lean all the way and suck himself, if only he could reach that kind of flexibility. The more he tried, the more his own seed landed on his face, coating him while his insides were filled to the brim, well beyond what he thought his body capable of holding.

It was heaven. Everything was hot, sticky and powerful. The scent in his nostrils, the salty and masculine taste lingering in his tongue, his own mixing with that of every other male that came in his mouth, and the musk! Glorious! Simply fantastic! He couldn't get enough of them all, no matter what. His hips bucked backwards and moved so strongly, he begged in silence for more. Shot after shot came out of Ruiner and he kept clenching, milking him, his body and heart both screaming for more. He needed his seed, their bodies pressed together until he could no longer even think of anything but pleasure. That was all he wanted, all he needed.

He could no longer handle the weight, and he was sure his cousin was in the same boat. Nergigante ended up falling, his legs and arms too weak to keep holding himself up, and both dragons lied down on the ground together, immobile save for the alpha's continued humps, slow and steady, each one pushing a few strands of cum out of the Elder Dragon's hole and down his legs. He was still cumming, still filling him up, and Nergigante's own load went on as well, soaking and sticking to his abs and the dirt under their bodies. It was all sticky heat and he loved every second of it. His eyelids felt heavy as he simply sank in the pleasure, and what few glimpses he caught of the world around him were little more than a few of their fellow members of the harem looking on, each one impressed. Envious, even. That's right, Nergigante was the one getting this load. He was the one that could take their alpha's cock all on his own. It was for him and him alone, and none of them had any right at it. It was his alone...

At long last, after what felt like hours, maybe even days of continued pleasure, the black dragon's orgasm finally started to slow down. It was far from ending, though; even at half the power, Ruiner was still a force to be reckoned, his cock pulsating and filling the dragon to such extents, he thought it would end up bursting out of his mouth. At this point, he was just lying down with both eyes closed, purring in delight as the heat spread through his body, feeling his cousin's heavy breathing against his back and falling for every second of it.

By the time he was done, they were both a massive, steamy pile of muscle and cum, doing little more than breathing and just enjoying each other in their afterglow. Soon, Ruiner would put on his tough act again, become the strong and charismatic alpha that had won over each one of the subjects he had in this cavern, Nergigante himself included. But right now, they were together, and he wanted to enjoy that. It was so much warmer, so much better than every other creature in this place.

"You did well, dear," that terse voice alone was more than enough to drive the Elder Dragon crazy. Slowly, the alpha pulled out of him, and every inch that came out of him, he felt his hole failing to fully close. He was left gaping before his cousin was even all the way out and it made him shiver, satisfied. When he got all the way out, a single strand of seed burst and fell down his thigh, making a small pool on the floor between his legs. He wanted to clench, to try and keep it all in, but no matter what, his hole just refused to close up. Had he had any energy left over, he may have reached and pushed a finger inside, see just how wide open he was left. But as things were right now, he was lucky to still be conscious in the first place.

After that, Ruiner was silent. With a slightly wobbly step, he walked over back to his seat, his still hard, dripping cock leaving a small trail behind him. Everyone present stared at their glorious king in admiration before going back to Nergigante, looking in awe at the dragon that managed to take that monstrous member on his first try. They respected him now, he knew that. They respected him as the alpha's personal bitch.

"Quite an enjoyable performance, cousin," there it was, back to his usual role. Ruiner enjoyed his theatrics, and he wanted to let them all know just how much he had ruined their newcomer. "An exquisite body even spent as it was. You have quite the stamina, and the skill of a whore. I'll admit, I may have even fallen for how delicious your body is. Haven't we all?" and that last statement was joined by the cheers of everyone present. Only then did the Elder Dragon detect the powerful aroma coming from them all, the musk and stench of drying cum from all of their multiple orgasms. All of those he had caused just by getting fucked. "I said I would make you happy, and how could you be happier than this? Being our top breeding pot. You'll serve quite the service to your companions."

He didn't hear anything else after that. Not from Ruiner, at least. His cousin was lost behind countless other creatures, each one of them weaker than him, he knew as much. But they all had their cocks out and held them up, presenting them to him. He was their bitch now, they all knew that. He knew that. Power meant nothing else as he was surrounded by so many males, so many cocks, he lost track of everything. All that mattered was leaning forward and getting the first of them in his mouth, holding them in his hands and stroking them, lifting his tail to give a lucky few a chance to keep using the hole their alpha had just ruined.

His mind and heart, however, now belonged to that alpha. Even while he pleased them all, the Ruiner was the only thing Nergigante could think of. If this pleased him, he would do it; if he wanted him to be a slut and hole for all of his subjects, he would gladly take up the role and enjoy every second of it. Pride no longer meant anything to him. Only the chance to ever get that dragon's dick in him again. And every other dick he got in the process was simply a plus.