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After making sure you were securely fastened, they took the blindfold off of you and just walked away. You had questions. Why tie you to an altar in the middle of nowhere? Why not cut out your heart or whatever right there? You were just flinging words to get something out of them, but they - the dragon cultists who put you here - didn't really care. They just seemed to be doing a day's work. You couldn't get much out of them while you were captive. Shouldn't have fucking trusted the roads this season. You were warned! Yeah, yeah. You'll worry about that when you get out of this, if you ever do. Fuck, this is bad, isn't it?

Everyone knew they sacrificed people. Captives did not usually come back from the cult. Nobody knew what they actually did to people. You expected them to kill you right then and there, rip out your heart or something, at least, but, no - they just put you on a cart out into the middle of nowhere, blindfolded, and left you nude in a spacious clearing in the forest, next to a rough-hewn stone altar, about as tall as you are, on a grassy patch of terrain on the crest of what looks like a small, unassuming hill. It isn't much of an altar, to be honest. Rudimentary. You call after them as they disappear the way they came and they don't even bother to look back. One of them stares up at the sky for a few seconds, wearing an expression you can't quite read, before turning around.

Your hands are tied behind your back with a length of hemp rope that seems flimsy enough that you should be able to break out of it given enough time. The rope is in turn tied to a metal ring embedded in the side of the altar. You stand awkwardly on a small patch of grass, leaning against the rock and testing the strength of your bindings. You figure this is a kind of power play to weaken your will, or something, and not to be discouraged. Then a fucking dragon swoops down and knocks you over with the force of its landing.

You know it's a dragon the second you hear wingbeats in the distance. Not that you'd ever seen one, but what else could make that kind of an impact? When the dust clears, you see on the opposite side of the clearing a beast in a dazzling shade of scarlet, covered in gleaming reddish scales with a pair of bright ivory horns on top of a fearsome, toothy smile. Wings as big as his body when extended fold up with a gust of air to rest at his sides. Amber eyes, each bigger than your closed fist, stare at you inquisitively as it approaches you in slow, deliberate steps. His neck is long and snakelike, craning to stare at you from every angle as you try to look away. You see an impossible amount of sinewy muscle under those leathery scales, shifting and skulking towards you. It's impossible to look away from.

He's fucking big. It's like if a horse was three times the size of a horse. And it could fly. And it had a mouth full of teeth the size of kitchen knives.

Before you have a chance to open your mouth a claw slices effortlessly through the hempen rope holding you to the altar. Your hands free, you step back instinctively, naively thinking about a chance to escape, and then the beast's front paw comes down heavy on your chest. You get a good look at it as it descends; It's cords of muscle all the way down, the way the heel kind of bounces into the ground as it walks, and the way it flexes as it grinds you into the dirt. The underside of his paw is leathery and tough, and twice the size of your head. He holds you there and lets out a deep growling hiss. It's so deep it sounds like machinery, like behind those teeth are enormous bellows and steam engines powering every stride. He moves to turn you over onto your stomach with a flick of his claws but in the meantime you get a glimpse of his smooth, beige underbelly and the thing hanging between his legs, which makes you take in a sharp breath - oh, fuck, why is this thing aroused -

It's smaller than you expected. Not small by any measure but smaller than the rest of him. Maybe a foot long, a foot and a half. Huh. You would've expected more. It's impressive even at a distance, though. Thick, dripping with fluids from his genital slit - you can smell it as soon as you see it - with ridges below the tapered head and a heavy bulge at the base. Bright red, popping out against the clear blue sky behind it. Not as big as you would've thought, though.

You see it in slow motion for a few seconds before those ripcord muscles slam into your side and turn you over like a paper doll. A paw heavier than your whole body pins you down from the right shoulder, sharp claws poking at your neck. You freeze as the beast realigns itself above you. What the fuck is it doing?Nah, you know what it's doing, even if you don't want to believe it. But if he was just going to fuck you then, well, that might not kill you. So what happens to people in this position? Why aren't they ever found -

No time to think about that. Something hot is against your exposed asshole. It's a long forked tongue wide enough to cover an entire ass-cheek and it's slobbering all over your crack, trying to push in but far too large and blunt an instrument by itself. You groan and the paw on your back only pushes you harder into the dirt. These guys are supposed to be intelligent, far more intelligent than a human, but the way he's acting right now the beast might as well be a dumb animal. Or, you think, maybe he doesn't think of you as worthy of consideration as an equal, so why bother with foreplay? You're just a sacrifice to be, uh, used or consumed or something, somehow. Even if you don't think you'd be the best fuck he could get. You whine, on instinct. There's a little push of heavy breath that sounds like an irritated huff.

Well, that's some acknowledgement.

When he pulls off of your ass you think for a moment that you could scamper away, and get to your feet and run. Maybe if it isn't looking you can make it to the edge of the clearing before it has opportunity to grab you and slip into the woods. Sure, you'd be naked and alone and thoroughly lost but you might get out of here with your dignity intact. You have a good five seconds where he's above you, somewhere, moving about, getting ready for... something, and you could get up and run, but you don't. Maybe you want to know what's going to happen and would rather die getting fucked than die alone of hypothermia in the forest. Or maybe you're just scared. Yeah, you tell yourself you're scared. A huge paw comes down on your back again, and another just to your left, ending the window of opportunity.

And then you feel it slapping against your backside; every ridge, every slimy bulge, every inch of that cock which seemed so small and reasonable a few moments ago when it was being compared to the enormous creature above you, now made very clear against your back. It leaves a trail of fluid across you as it slips and slides back and forth across your ass, parting your cheeks and pushing through the slobber that the dragon left there. You can see, vaguely, its muscular legs stretching and bending to carefully hump your much smaller body. It's so fucking big. But it's treating you like porcelain. You feel your own erection swell up in the grass below you and try not to think about it. How long were you turned on by this, or -

It hits its mark. The tapered head seems like it was made to find holes like yours - it pushes in maybe less than an inch, forcing you to cry out and squirm, which pulls it out. The dragon lets out an enormous huff, yet again, and you feel his disapproving hot breath on the back of your head. The paw pushes on you a little harder. You whimper. You don't like the sound of yourself whimpering. The humping resumes, filling the air around you with the deep, earthy, tangy scent of the dragon's arousal.

It hits its mark a second time and this time you're held too close to the ground to squirm, though you try. And you scream, though no one's around to hear but the dragon, and it's not like he cares. The noise from above when a few inches of his cock are pushed in your asshole, leaving you helplessly pinned down, are otherworldly, deep and guttural, somewhere between the purr of an impossibly large cat and a deep, reverberant battle horn. You can see it in the huge, flexing chest of the beast when you crane your neck, the air pushing out of it, his majestic wings sweeping back before settling at his side. Then he humps again and you see nothing but stars.

You leak prodigiously onto the ground beneath you. Surely some kind of magic, you think, unwilling to admit to yourself that you find any of this arousing. But you do, and you know that you do. You twitch back onto his huge cock at one point and he lets out another little huff, almost like he's... bemused? Then he spears you again, another inch forward, and you cry out in a pitch you didn't know you were capable of reaching. Is he laughing at you? Your ass is hot, impossibly hot, stretched and burning, muscles unable to figure out what to do.

Your arms are spread out in the grass, head pushed into the ground, trying to maintain some kind of stable position that hurts the least and feels the best. This works only because the dragon lets you. Every little sweep sends those ridges on the head of his cock right against your prostate and makes you squirm under his heavy paw, but he seems to be fine with that. He's working on getting his entire length inside of you; a length that by any means shouldn't fit at all. He gets maybe two-thirds of the way in before reaching the thickest part of his cock and then holds there for a while, another guttural purr.

You pant and whine and squirm until you realize that something has stopped. Your ass doesn't hurt much anymore. You don't really feel most of the cock inside you, though that doesn't seem possible. Your whole body simultaneously aches and feels amazing - you're tingling, feeling sensitive, every movement shaky and weak. You shut your eyes and shake your head. Fuck, who knew dragon dick was that good, huh? You chuckle to yourself, silently, trying not to think about what it means that you made that joke. The beast moves its impossible muscles above you and you admire him, despite yourself. He seems to lean down to catch your eye when he sees you looking, and for the first time you see deep inside that huge amber orb, the slitted pupil focusing on you with laser intent. You freeze, of course, and ready yourself for something to happen, until all you feel is his tongue lazily pushing against your face.

It feels good. Your face feels oddly sensitive. Something strange in the slimy saliva of this creature. You whine, and he just does it again, to distract you as he suddenly pushes the rest of his massive cock into you, leaving his crotch firm against your pert ass.

You scream bloody murder, a high animal shriek, as the thick base passes into you and locks behind your tight muscle, until you realize - holy fuck, that's so much dick. Inside you. That's not possible. Just not possible by any stretch of anatomy or of the imagination, never mind if you were totally numbed or if you liked it; there is physically not enough space in you for that without tearing your insides to shreds. But you're not in that much pain. It feels fucking good, too - the way it stretches you, fills you with something dense and hard and solid. You try to move yourself experimentally around the cock inside you and find that you can't. The dragon huffs.

Then he rolls over onto its side, his wings splayed out lazily across the grass of the clearing. There's a strange whine from his throat and a pulsing of the cock inside you and then he seems to look off somewhere in a direction through the trees before growling and laying still, head curled up around his body. You're left there, laying against his sleek, leathery underbelly on your back at an awkward angle, covered in dirt and slobber and precum, your leaking erection laid bare. You feel immediately embarrassed and move instinctively to cover it with your hands, but you find them sluggish and unresponsive, barely moving in front of you.

That's not good.

Suddenly acutely worried for your own well-being, tingling and seeing stars and having difficulty moving at all, you groan out something that sounds like a question, as if the beast would answer you. He seems like he's not paying attention, or like he's concentrating on something else entirely. His long neck has twisted itself around to huddle around and stare at... you. Expectantly. You open your mouth and whine. The pulsing in the dragon's cock begins again, heavier this time, sending paroxysms of pleasure wiping through you in a way you didn't think was possible from anal stimulation alone. You nearly come right then and there. He huffs and lays his head on the ground, staring with those enormous amber eyes.

He does nothing for a long while, or for what feels like a long while. You try to crane your neck but find it just lolls to the side. You flex your jaw and it moves like it's made of lead. You clench down around the thing inside you and it feels amazing to you, but it elicits no response from the dragon.

You wait. A flock of birds casts erratic shadows over your bodies. Wind picks up and dies down several times. You mutter out something like "What are you fucking waiting for?" But it comes out slurred, like you're drunk. Your mouth hangs open awkwardly afterwards. Your eyes flutter shut against your will and you have to force them open again. "What are you ffffucking wwwaiting fffff..." There's no use. You stare down at your pathetic, leaking cock and squint. Something's wrong and you can't place it.

The wind picks up a bit, again, and suddenly all the hair on your body is picked up with it. It just fell out, tossing in a loose pile on the dragon's stomach. Your pubes, your chest hair, your head - like they were all just rejected. You're smooth as a newborn now. You scream and it comes out garbled. The dragon huffs. You look aside at him, furious, or trying to be furious, and he doesn't look you in the eyes. He doesn't give a shit about you. He's staring directly at your torso, where the bulge of his cock is still visible inside your guts. You try to look at whatever he's looking at.

Your skin is red. Not flushed. Not like there's a little more blood there than there should be, it's reddening. It's so slow it barely seems like it's changing except every time you open your eyes it's a little redder. A little brighter. You moan. The pounding in your ass resumes. You make a hazy, final attempt to lift yourself off of that cock, as if you have any hope of escape, and find it completely impossible. Not like you just don't have the strength, but impossible. There's no give there. It's like you're pulling directly on the dragon's crotch itself. You shudder and squirm. The dragon watches, muzzle creeping closer.

What the fuck is going on. You try to say this but nothing comes out. Your eyes close of their own volition and you have to force them open again, and it's not easy. You see your hairless skin turning a bright red - the same bright, shiny red as the dragon's dick when you first saw it silhouetted against the sky.

Oh, no.

You scream and it's the last thing you say, a garbled mess cut short when your throat no longer obeys you and you lay flat on the ground. His dick? A dick? This is where they end up? That's why they're born with dicks so small, because - because they - they use humans to -

The pounding restarts in your ass, the tool lodged up inside you so far it's a part of you now. This time the pounding doesn't stop. You feel the thrumming of an otherworldly heart, impossibly powerful, pushing through your veins now, shaking your whole body with each pump. The dragon shifts his hips and lets out a low, deep horn-like moan, and you move effortlessly with it. It doesn't feel like you're being pulled by your ass. It feels like your whole body is being pulled.

Nothing happens for a long moment. Your shiny, red body pulses gently with the dragon's heartbeat. You breathe in and out, mind racing. There's no getting out of this. He should have just killed you. Your arms and legs hang uselessly at your sides, looking dry and desiccated. They don't respond when you try to move them anymore. You let out a scream and nothing happens this time, no matter how hard you try. You look up at the dragon in a mix of fury and fear and he leans over, eight-inch teeth on display, and -

Licks you.

He licks your bald head and it sends another jolt of pleasure through your whole body. You twitch - the dragon twitches. At the same time. He lets out a sound that couldn't be anything but a moan, and keeps licking. You shift your head, closing your eyes as the saliva coats your face and shots of pleasure push up through your subconscious to drown out all other sensation - more than your useless limbs, more than your fear, and more than your own cock. You look down between licks and get a glimpse of it. It's flaccid again, despite how horny you feel, and looks as shriveled and useless as your limbs compared to the round, shiny body it's attached to.

Wait, round? Yeah, round. You're filling out. You didn't realize it, but your skinny frame is now - smoothed out. You pant, blinking down at yourself. The dragon looks down at you with neither pity nor amusement. Of course he wouldn't, would he? He's looking at his own cock. Why would he consider you anything but an organ? You desperately want to come but your dick is never going to function again. Your hips are no longer there, somehow, the curve of your body obliterated by the changes. The bones that would give you hips are gone.

The pounding continues until you feel yourself being lifted off of the dragon's stomach, your neck stiffening and head facing straight up in a pose you can't change. You're erect now. The bones inside your torso are being eaten away and replaced with blood pressure from the dragon's own body. You feel hot on the inside. The dragon stares straight down at you as you realize you can't move your neck and whimper pathetically. There are no bones in your neck anymore.

Your eyes close again and they don't reopen this time. You panic, screaming silently. You try to list off what you can feel, as if that'll help. You feel, somehow, your head pushing down into your body, into the space where there used to be collar bones. Your mouth can't close all the way anymore. Your body is round - spine disappearing, replaced with the endless pounding of some other creature's heart. A tongue caresses your head and your whole body twitches in ecstasy. Something hot and heavy pushes through you, from where you once perceived yourself to have an ass, and suddenly from between your open, reddening lips spouts an impossible amount of wet, slimy precum, like a fountain.

You can taste it. It tastes like he smells. Earth and salt and bitter and power, virility, strength. It's heady. You can't move your mouth or your tongue so it all just smears over your face. Do you still have a tongue? Something about you is calm; maybe you don't have the capacity to worry about things anymore. You're just a cock, after all.

No! You try to wake up from whatever this bad dream is. The only movement you can manage is a vague bouncing of where you're attached to the dragon's crotch. You're a person, you're a -

Another fountain of precum paints your head as your features slowly disappear. Precum gets in your nose until it flattens out into nothing and you find yourself unable to breathe. You don't need to breathe. You bounce desperately. The dragon licks his cock from head to base, where your legs have vanished, decayed away into nothing and fallen off. Your torso is a bright, shiny red now, bulging in the middle. You feel little ridges start to grow on the back of your neck, except you don't have a neck. You don't have a torso. You have a shaft. And you don't have a mouth, as your lips finally give way to a smooth cock-hole, desperately leaking precum from a tapered, perfect little head. You bounce in place.

The dragon stretches his neck and takes the head of his new cock into his muzzle. It's the most incredible thing you think anyone has ever felt, ever. Your whole body is sensitive, and even though you can't move you find yourself bouncing into his tongue. You feel your own pleasure as the dragon's. Well - you really are just a part of the dragon. Imagine how a mate would see you, you think. A huge, virile, beautiful cock, befitting a stud. Precum leaks out of your mouth - no, your hole. Out of your head. You want to come so badly.

You're four feet long and then some, now, and thick, at least nine inches in diameter, though there are bulges towards your base to help lock in a mate. There are a set of proud, shiny ridges near your head where the precum drips and collects, and you bounce proudly in the air as the dragon who owns you shifts around. He humps desperately into his own mouth and the sense of pleasure destroys you - destroys any sense you had that you were anything but a cock. Why go back? You feel a pressure in your ass - that is, your base, since you don't have an ass anymore, like a valve slowly getting opened.

The valve opens and a flood of hot, sticky, thick cum shoots out of you. You can feel yourself bulge around it, bouncing with each shot as the dragon lets out a horrifying roar and coats the ground with his seed. Five, six, seven, eight long shots to that endless orgasm, liters and liters of the stuff, dripping off of your head. You taste it, every bit, your "mouth" pried open in a permanent gape. You lie in a puddle of it afterwards, still erect. You're still so horny. So fucking horny. You want to come. You never get to come again, though, do you, you think? You never get release.

Maybe that's not so bad.

You feel yourself soften as the dragon shakes off the effects of the session. You flatten out and shrink, head collapsing into a shriveled point as his muscles retract you into his genital slit. You feel the cool forest air replaced by the thrumming of the dragon that owns you, now, his growls and his heartbeat and an unbelievable snugness as you're tucked inside and fall into something that feels like sleep, despite your mind desperately trying to shove yourself out into the open air again.