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Hush could hear the deep, throaty grunt as the executioner lifted the heavy axe over his head. He had been snapped up by an overenthusiastic sheriff and thrown into the back of a wagon, because apparently it was a crime to have red scales in this part of the world. Normally he would cover himself up with wrappings and robes, if only he had, he might not be here, with his neck stretched over the slab and the weighted axe positioned above him. What clothing he had been wearing (quite a lot actually), had been torn off his thin form and he had been given only a tunic that barely fit. Hush didn't like it. His scales protected him from whatever itch the rough material might cause over his skin, but he felt so naked kneeling here, before a gawking crowd who were all eager to see blood. Why... why was he here? Why did he have to get snatched up by some moron? Why didn't anyone listen to him when he said they had the wrong man?! Even one of the guards tried to spare him, but his pleas fell onto deaf ears. Because he was an Argonian. Because he had scales instead of skin...

Hush lifted his head slightly, and stared at the muscular form of the executioner. Bare-chested, every curve of his tan skin was chiseled and shaped, from hoisting the heavy axe up day in, day out. His arms were thicker than Hush's entire body. Over his eyes he wore some sort of mask, how he could see was a mystery... and somehow Hush was terrified that the executioner would miss his neck and hack into his shoulder, and the pain that that would cause and...

Hush pulled his arms apart, but the strong rope tie around his wrists kept his hands tightly bound before him. It could have been painful in fact, how tight they were bound, if his shoulders weren't as flexible as they were, but he couldn't move his arms in the slightest without pain shooting up his shoulders and spine. He flexed his toes, thinking that maybe he could maneuver his sharp talons towards his wrists to free him, but he didn't have the range. Not to mention there was a giant of a man beside him. He whimpered, and lowered his head, clenching his eyes shut and waiting for the sharp breath of the axe blade over his nape. The sympathetic guard had told him that, to try to spare him the terror; that the blade would feel like a breath over his back. And then there would be nothing. But somehow, that didn't put little Hush at ease.

The executioner was watching the warden, and the warden was watching the crowd, and the crowd was watching Hush. Only Hush was looking to the sky, to the ground... anywhere, searching desperately for some means of escape. Watching side to side, constantly aware, he was the only one to notice a large black dragon that soared forward over the distant mountain range. It came so quickly, within moments its great form had gone from a minuscule blot on the blue sky to a towering monstrosity of scales and muscles. And yet it moved with such grace through the sky, landing so gently on a tower near the plaza. The executioner gave a deep, throaty chuckle as he hoisted his axe over his head, prepared to bring the blade down upon little Hush's neck as he had a thousand others before. But as the weight of the axe came to rest behind the executioner's back, the Dragon suddenly gave a deafening Shout that sent the executioner tumbling to the ground, landing with a loud thump. Not that Hush could hear that. Although his hearing was not as good as a mammal's, the Shout sent a wave of nausea and confusion through him. Still, he knew enough to stand, and get away from the executioner's block that could so easily have served as his final resting place. Hush tumbled forward, but the sickness in his head caused him to stumble, and he hit the ground hard.

Dazed, confused, head throbbing, Hush lifted to his knees. They had not bound his legs, thank the gods they had not bound his legs or standing would have been all but impossible. With one foot beneath him, both hands on his knee, he lifted with a heavy grunt. A mistake, perhaps, as a wave of sickness ran through him. His confusion wasn't helped as a dozen archers were suddenly around him, smacking against him as they shuffled into place. Hush fell onto one of them, but was pushed away and once more found himself on the ground. On his hands and knees, he crawled and stumbled towards the executioner's block. The block was something he could brace himself against as he pushed himself to his feet. He leaned heavily against the block, groaning pitifully. Once more he tested the bindings around his wrists, and finding they would not budge, simply rested against the strong stone for a moment.

Above him, the dragon roared once more. Some of the archers; will broken, began to flee with a loud clip and clang of their armor, though some remained and filled the air with arrows. The dragon roared and landed onto the ground, crushing some of the archers beneath its girth before taking to the air once more.

Hush needed something to cut the binds. A knife, a sword... or an axe. Had the axe fallen with the executioner? Were there any other blades around him? Perhaps if his head wasn't spinning or fear wasn't rushing through his form, he would have simply run away. But without thinking he had thrown his arms and upper body onto the block, hoping to rise. He noticed a knife sticking out of a nearby stump, perhaps meant to cut the bindings of prisoners after their execution, and was just getting to his feet to approach it when he felt a rumble behind him. The force of the impact on the ground, his precarious balance, and even the sudden gush of wind that rushed forward from the girth that now occupied the space behind him... Hush suddenly found himself laying over the chopping block once more.

The tunic barely covered Hush's torso when he was standing up. The guards had purposely given him the smallest tunic, as he barely had anything to cover, but now bent over; his crimson buttocks and groin were exposed fully in the air. And... Hush was ashamed to say, but with his head spinning and throbbing and pain racked through his body, he didn't have the strength to immediately stand and lower the tunic back down. He lay there, ass up in the air for any to see. Thank the gods the archers were more concerned with the dragon, rather than the small, shapely lizard with an exposed rump.

Somewhere in the distance, a horn sounded. The archers released what arrows were loaded into their bows, and then began a mass retreat. The black dragon gave a deep chuckle, if such a creature were capable of such a sound, and lifted its head on its long, serpentine neck. The air around the dragon's muzzle began to shiver, the temperature suddenly rising. And then, leaning forward, the dragon let out a long, deep breath of orange flame. The archers let out a collective scream suddenly as the fire embraced them, and then an eerie calm settled over the town. In the distance, there was the sound of wood and masonry burning and the collective screams or shouts of the archers and townsfolk as they retreated further into the town. The dragon snorted, aware that there were more humans about, but assumed the point had been made.

And then it turned to the morsel that was spread over the executioner's block, like a tribute presented. Hush's head was starting to clear up, and with his back (and ass) to the dragon, he did not realize the danger he was in. When the sounds went quiet, he assumed the dragon had given chase to the retreating soldiers, and hoped that he could escape with his life. He placed his hands beneath him, resting on the chopping block still sticky with blood, and pushed himself up, when he felt a sudden force against his back. He groaned, smacking against the chopping block hard and feeling his chest bruised. Weaving his head back, he came face to face with the black dragon. Crimson eyes burned, as did its jaws, and Hush clenched his eyes suddenly, afraid that he had been spared death from the executioner's axe only to meet it in the burning embrace of the black. But death did not come, and when he opened his eyes once more, he saw that the dragon was fixated on him. Its large head bent slightly to gaze under Hush's long tail, and embarrassed about the peeping, Hush quickly lowered the thickness of his tail to cover his buttocks. That earned a loud hiss from the dragon, who reared up and forward.

Hush felt the sun was no longer on his back. When he looked above him, he could see the great expanse of the dragon's thick neck bloating out the sky. Hush's eyes weaved back, and he suddenly noticed the heavy pink erection that contrasted sharply against the black underbelly of the huge dragon. It was divided into several ridges, each one like a separate knot that would keep a mate there, impaled on the shaft until the dragon decided it was done. At the base of the erection was a bulbous, swollen girth, the dragon's proper knot no doubt. Hush stared, and took in all these details in a moment.

"W-what...?"

Truthfully, that was the only thing Hush could think to say. The sharpness of the dragon's wings hooked through his tunic, and gave it a careful tug, as if to make sure this was clothing and not skin. Satisfied its grip on Hush was strong enough, it pressed itself forward.

Hush's scream could be heard in the farthest recesses of the city. Above him, the black dragon gave a deep chuckle, the reason Hush could not fathom. But a moist, impossibly warm tip was pushing softly against Hush's buttocks. He whacked the side of the dragon hard with his strong, whip like tail, but he only ended up hurting his tail. If the dragon even felt it, Hush doubted. The dragon's rhythm remained oddly consistent, despite how loud Hush screamed or how much he struggled. He was lifted slightly off the ground by the strength of his tugged on tunic, and above him, the dragon began to rock its hips back and forth, softly poking against Hush's tight buttocks. Warm, wetness was oozing out of the dragon's shaft quite profusely, washing over Hush's crimson cheeks, until with a sudden push forward it had slipped between the little rump.

But, by god the dragon's shaft was like a giant's fist between his legs. His cheeks were pushed so far apart; he thought they might tear apart. The dragon arched its back, and pushed itself forward, holding Hush in place with the sharpness of its wing tips, as it continued to leak cream quite heavily against his crack. And with a sudden push into his lubricated pucker, the dragon managed to slip just its head inside him. A wave of blinding sensations ran through the Argonian. His eyes practically bulged out of his head, his mouth opened wide and his claws dug large holes in the stone slab he was leaning upon. He bent his head, shivering and shaking as the large girth found its way inside him and held there, the weight and thickness stretching his cheeks and pucker wide apart.

"N-no..." Hush suddenly found his voice, and clenched his eyes shut. "No! NO! NO!" When they realized that the dragon was not giving chase, the archers had begun a slow return to their posts. They hid beside burning wreckage or against walls, concealed but watching... rather baffled at what they beheld before them: a gigantic black dragon raping a crimson Argonian. Even the most cold hearted of the soldiers felt a pang of sympathy as Hush continued to cry and scream, acting quite like a little dragon by how deep his roars and snarls were.

If only they knew he was not screaming in pain. Of course, there was pain. Oh, how there was pain. Certainly poor little virgin Hush had never been explored in this manner, and being stretched this far and this fast, even with the lubrication, Hush had never experienced such raw pain surging through him.

Of course, he had never felt such raw pleasure either. His scales protected him blunt force, burns, and slashes, but they also deadened him to any feelings. He had never known much pleasure, in fact. And now, to feel such a touch in... one of the few areas that did not have scales, to feel such intense heat, warmth, wetness and pleasure against his stretched anus, it was incredible. The screams and shouts and begs to stop were not from pain, but from shame of the surging bliss that ran through him. If only the town's people and guards had a better angle of Hush, they would have seen a cute pink erection hanging between his legs. Even his testicles, what were normally internal, were plumping with seed and lust, and starting to press out of the tightening skin between his legs.

The dragon, blissful with the pleasure that had come from burying his erection's head into the tight anus, began to drool. The warmth of the drool splashed onto the ground just before Hush's face. Soon, the rather large puddle was joined with Hush's own saliva, as it began to drip and dribble down his lips. "No... nooooo..." He whimpered, but then the dragon moved its wings lower, and took firmer hold around Hush's middle by wrapping the dexterous and strong areas around. It pushed itself forward suddenly, jamming its delicious shaft into the tight cavern, and though only half of it was now inside Hush, it pressed against his prostate, sending a shiver through both parties.

Hush opened his mouth to say something, "no" or "yes," it didn't matter. He lifted onto his elbows, bracing them on the slab, and dug his rear talons into the stone ground. He sucked a deep breath into his lungs, and then with all his might, he shoved himself back into the girth that impaled him through the rear. It was only a few more centimeters that he could slip his anus over, and suddenly his anus clenched down onto the erection, hard. The black dragon shivered and growled, drooling and snapping, and suddenly shoved itself forward. Losing its grip on Hush, it instead bent Hush down over the executioner's slab, and shoved itself inside. It rocked its hips back and forth, back and forth, slamming itself into the anus, until a sudden rush of warm seed splashed inside.

A warm gush washed inside of Hush, quickly surging through his bowels and into his belly. It was incredibly warm. As a lizard, Hush craved any source of heat: the sun, a rock, a hot spring. But this was different. This warmed his core and then moved to his scales, instead of the other way around. He set his head down weakly, eyes closed and a wide smile on his face as he felt the wash of cream inside him, filling him more and more. His cute little belly began to grow thicker and plumper, as the seed continued to wash his innards, but Hush only craved more. Even as his belly began to stretch and sag and rub against the ground.

The smell of dragon lust was unbearable, smothering. A shift in the wind carried the musky odor towards the town, and the several perched and hidden guards suddenly felt oddly flustered.

His own erection began to spurt, though unlike the practiced trickle of the dragon, his was a furious release that painted the stone box before him, painted the ground beneath him, painted his rear talons that were still so deep in the ground. It was... incredible. Hush had never felt anything like this, never done anything close. A virgin, and his first source of love was the black dragon that bent him over a stone slab and raped him.

Gripping Hush carefully, the dragon began to pull out. Although he had not gone deep enough to knot Hush, the natural ridges of the erection meant pulling out was quite a task. Each of the ridges rubbed and scraped against Hush's stretched anal walls, sending a shiver through him as they scratched him. No longer held up, Hush tumbled to the ground, his upper half over the stone slab, as the dragon reared itself up. It was not finished, but perhaps feeling a soft spot for its new mate, the dragon had spared Hush being filled so much he would be torn apart in a very odd way. Instead, the dragon took to rubbing its erection along Hush's back. Another heavy white spurt shot forward, splashing over Hush's little body. His tunic was utterly saturated in an instance. The dragon, perhaps not liking that, reached down, and used a dexterous claw to slice through the back of the cloth. Rearing up, the dragon continued to release its pent up load onto little Hush, who was still smiling even as he was buried beneath the heavy, warm seed. Even the dragon was surprised at how much he released. It stared down at Hush, then flexed its neck until it could see its erection, and took pride in how engorged he had grown once more, continuing to spray.

The dragon gave one more chuckle, before its heavy wings flapped the air. Stirring the musk, it washed the entire town in the smothering odor. Another moment, and the dragon was gone, leaving only the scent and the buried crimson Argonian in the center of the town, left to try to catch his breath, and eventually get back to his feet. He wondered if they would still have him executed. He wondered if anyone would come near him ever again. But most of all, he wondered if he could find that dragon again.