The Green Monster
The ground shook with each step Goliath took, as he happily walked over the warm desert sands. Emerald scales stretched over his body, thicker than a castle's walls, rendering him nearly impervious to harm. His eyes and claws and the thinner membrane of his wings were obsidian black. He carried himself on two legs, with a long, thick tail stretching out behind him and leaving a trail in the landscape as it dragged along the ground. His build was large and stocky, displaying both his incredible brute strength and raw power, and his plump belly a testament of his bottomless appetite.
Goliath's cruelty was known throughout the lands. It was said, to feel the tremor of his footsteps was to know your death was looming. Thousands of civilizations had disappeared into the jaws of the great dragons, and to be sure, thousands more would before he grew bored with his life, and allowed one of the roaming knights to end him.
Today was not that day. In fact, Goliath was looking forward to the games he had in store. He had come upon a city of smaller dragons during his travels, and razed and devoured and raped it, reducing it to rubble. His belly was delightfully full. He could feel the many souls trapped inside him squirming, still alive, as it was a dragon's custom to devour their prey whole. He could feel them digesting and churning within his swollen gut, his large belly absolutely perfect for housing his victims. The city he had visited was absolutely chock full of tiny ones, and in a rare occasion, he actually found himself full at the end of his rampage, with several of the smaller dragons still left. He had fashioned a satchel out of the tarp that the tiny dragons used for their tents and filled it with whoever was left. Stuffing and cramming them inside, he tied the top of the tarp and then headed out.
Oh, but the luscious quivering in his belly; he groaned and sighed as he felt the dragons he had devoured starting to squirm with renewed vigor. Dragons did not digest quickly, and Goliath was no exception. In fact, it seemed the larger they were, the slower their body took. The dragons in his gut, perhaps sensing that their time was nearing an end, began to beat against his belly walls in one final attempt at escape. Goliath whined, and looked down his powerful body, and to the black erection that was jutting forward from his hips. Over ten feet in length, the same dark obsidian as his eyes, it was an impressive sight for any to behold.
Goliath was still a long way from his cave. He sat down, and set the satchel between his legs. One of his black nails easily cut the rope binding, and the bag spilled open. Thirteen terrified faces all looked up to him at once, their eyes wide, their mouths agape as if they could not comprehend what they were looking upon. If any of them happened to look down, over the massive body of Goliath and directly ahead of them, they would notice the source of the musky odor that was rolling over them in waves. Goliath stared down at the little creatures, his black tongue slipping out and brushing over his lips. Oh, what to do with them first?
Thirteen dragons were not many. He had devoured close to three hundred as he razed their village, but he was already starting to feel hungry again. He thought of simply eating the thirteen, gulping them all down at once, but that would leave him with the aching in his penis, and then he would have to relieve himself. He should have taken his time in the village, eaten a few to slate his hunger, had his fun, and then devour whoever was left. But his hunger had gotten the better of him, as it often did. He could barely remember tearing through the village; it had all just been an intoxicating orgy of gluttony. He would just have his fun now.
It was interesting how the little ones huddled together. It was something that Goliath had observed in many prey species before, as if numbers might protect them. He leaned down, licking his lips once more, and sniffed at them softly. The heavy gusts of his breath pulled them to the scaly nostrils that loomed above, one of the tiny dragons actually lifting off the ground and coming to press right against the snout. By the scent of the dragon, it was a female, and tickled Goliath's olfactory sense in a delightful way. Another of the dragons, perhaps her mate, clung feebly to the female's hand, refusing to let go despite the fact that Goliath's head was slowly lifting. When the gust of breath stopped, the female fell upon her mate, and her mate gathered her and began to run. Two dexterous fingers came down, snatching the male up, and now it was the female's turn to hold tight to her mate's arm. Goliath shook and wiggled the male gently, hoping to knock the female loose. Indeed, eventually her grasp waned, and she plummeted, landing gently upon the sands. She looked up at Goliath's looming grin, as well as her mate, still pinched tight between his fingers. "So, he is yours?" Goliath asked, though did not expect an answer, and dropped the male back down.
On his knees before his captives, most who were so terrified of the sight they hadn't even attempted to flee, Goliath's great erection jutted forward from his scaly hips, like an obsidian obelisk. The sheer size and weight meant that the tip and upper half was left to rest on the warm ground, providing Goliath with a delightful amount of heat to the underside of his glans. A dribble of white cream oozed out of the black slit, wetting the sands and sending waves of musk out of his pubic area. The musk eventually dissipated in the open air, but the little dragons between his legs were still left to bathe in the rich odor. Some gasped and gagged, but a few actually showed the embarrassment at what they could smell, especially the few females dragons in the group. The men did not interest him, and there were many, eight out of thirteen. With a dexterous finger, he sifted through the group, knocking some of the males aside, until at last there were four corralled and away from their numbers. Goliath drove a claw into the ground, and slowly dragged a circle around the remaining captives. He created a trench that surrounded the entire group. If they really tried, they might escape, but at least the trench would slow them down enough while he was distracted.
Goliath stretched his legs out, careful not to crush any of the tiny dragons beneath his legs. He scooped up the four males he had separated from the group, taking a handful of the sands with them. Goliath shifted onto his side, passively staring at the four as they all looked up at him. Weaving his head back, he looked to his remaining captives, whose eyes were locked on him. Goliath carefully lifted one of his legs and pulled his tail back, exposing his crack, his testicles, and the quivering puckered hole of his anus. He moved his hand behind him, exposing his rump to the four captives in his hand. All at once, a piercing scream rose up, the four individual voices united in mutual horror at the pulsating vent. The screams died out with disturbing suddenness, as Goliath pressed his hand up against his crack, smothering them against the smooth skin.
Goliath sighed pleasantly. He missed the little dragon's voices, smothered by his crack, but the way they fought was absolutely delightful. All four of them were resting in his palm, and he pressed them harder and harder against his smooth skin, before easing the pressure up so he could enjoy their pitiful screams. He eased his hand back, and then pressed it forward suddenly, once more smothering them, but let out a deep growl as he finally felt a tiny foot kick against, and then sink into, his eager anus. Yes, yes, he just remembered his desire. He looked over his shoulder, to see the remaining dragons all staring at him with looks of fear and horror or revulsion. He rolled farther onto his side, spreading his legs so his cheeks pulled wider apart. His large, swollen testicles were now quite visible as well, gradually growing larger and larger, a sign of the buildup that was housed inside them. He continued to rub his hand up and down, pressing the squirming bodies hard against his anus, and feeling his quivering ring open wide to permit the little souls entrance. He stuffed them against each other and on top of each other, forcing them with a delicate finger inside him, until at last all four were behind the entrance of his anus, wiggling and squirming in his bowels. Each time he clenched, he drew them farther inside him, his muscles moving in a united wave. At last he felt the little ones beat against a spot especially deep inside, and he lay down, just enjoying, a spurt of white shooting out of his cock.
Placing a hand beneath him, he slowly rolled himself up. He growled loudly as he sat down, his cheeks pressing together and sealing his pucker tightly closed. That only made the four little ones inside him kick and squirm harder, and a pleasant smile spread across his scaly lips.
He happened to look down, and see that there were still seven little dragons, all huddled together, all shivering and screaming and sobbing. It took a moment, but he soon realized that two of his captives had escaped.
Goliath's black eyes swayed over the sands, searching for the two who had escaped, and at last his eyes fell upon them. One of the dragons had purple scales, which stuck out awfully against the golden sands. The other dragon's scales were a more natural brown. If he had thought to run the opposite direction to his purple brother, Goliath might not have seen him and he would have a chance to escape. Goliath did not dwell on this dragon's stupidity. Instead, he rolled forward; bracing himself on his knees, and then on his hands as his upper body came down. The ground shook as his massive weight settled upon the sands, knocking all the tiny dragons off their feet. For the seven who were left surrounded by the trench, the sun was blotted out as the body of the great dragon settled above them. At first, all they could see was his powerful chest and large, swollen belly, still twitching with the ones of their city who he had devoured earlier. But soon enough, he had leaned farther forward to catch the fleeing dragons, and now above them hung his massive erection, engorged and drooling white goo. The musky smell was smothering for the seven, who could do little more than lower as far as they could to the ground, hoping to find a pocket of fresh air.
Goliath's focus was upon the two fleeing, however. Their stride and endurance was impressive, and Goliath did ponder letting them go, if only for a fleeting moment. But his stomach rumbled, like thunder above the seven, and he lowered down to sniff at his quarry. The powerful suction of his nostrils caught the two dragons, pulling them, even though their pace nearly doubled. The purple one was a true fighter. He lowered to the ground and clawed at the sands, even as his brother's tail brushed against the moistness of Goliath's nostril. Goliath snorted, and then sucked again. The brown dragon let out a despairing wail as his tail and most of his body fell into the moist cavern of the great dragon's nostril. His arms flung up above him and just managed to catch the rim of the nostril, which kept him from disappearing completely.
Goliath reached for the purple dragon, closing his dexterous fingers around the dragon's tail and lifting him up. He squealed and begged as the black eyes focused on him, and his own eyes focused on the dragon that was held in the green monster's snout. He offered his life, his soul, to Goliath if Goliath spared his brother, which amused Goliath quite a bit. Goliath closed a finger on his nostril, the one that did not hold a captive inside. He held the purple dragon up, allowing him to watch, as Goliath took a deep snort. One final wail marked the brown dragon's descent into darkness, his body suddenly disappearing from the snout. Goliath tilted his head back and gulped, and to the purple dragon's horror, he could actually see a subtle bulge running down the green dragon's throat, until it disappeared past Goliath's collar bone and into his chest. The purple dragon's begs and pleas succumb to silence. He stared at Goliath, as if unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Goliath looked down at the seven; to be sure that none had attempted to escape. No, they were all there. Apparently they had learned their lesson. Goliath placed a foot beside the little island he had made with his trench, and rose up slowly. He placed his other foot down on the opposite side, so if the seven captives looked up, they would see the massive erection jutting forward, the two massive black testicles hanging in the air like a pair of heavenly bodies, and the underside of Goliath's tail, his twin cheeks, and the pulsating anus that had devoured the four earlier. Goliath carefully took the purple dragon up, pinching him delicately between two fingers. The great dragon squatted low, until his testicles were resting against the ground, and cutting the little island almost in half. He felt pleasant twitching under his balls, and assumed one of the tiny dragons had not been fast enough to escape. Holding his captive between two fingers, he pulled one of his buttocks wide with his free claw, to reveal the flexing vent. A despairing scream was suddenly silenced as Goliath stuffed the purple dragon's head up against his vent, but just as quickly screams rose from the seven dragon's beneath him. Goliath was careful in stuffing the dragon's head into his anus, not wanting to break its neck, because then it wouldn't be able to squirm in such a delightful manner. Oh, and squirm it did, ignorant that the more it fought against his tightly clenching muscles, the easier it was to work inside.
Goliath slipped the dragon up to his shoulders, before he pulled his fingers away, certain that his anal muscles could do this job on their own. Instead, he took his buttocks in one claw each, and pulled them wide before clenching hard. He felt the tiny dragon move deeper, slurped up to its hips with such ease. The moment Goliath's muscles ceased their squeeze, the dragon began to elbow and fight, which only caused Goliath's body to lock up once more. Goliath took a breath, feeling almost dizzy, and then clenched the wrinkled skin of his anus around the tiny dragon's waist. Suddenly, only its rear claws and the tip of its tail were spared the embrace of Goliath's walls. It was rather pleasant right there, and Goliath eased his cheeks back together. He lifted off the ground, and then fell back to a seated position, landing with an earth shattering rumble. Looking past his penis, he saw that he had crushed not one, but two dragons under his scrotum. Like a crushed bugs, all that was left of them was sickly red goo. Fortunately, the couple from before were still intact. That was good; he had plans for them for later. Goliath lowered his muzzle down, and slipped out his tongue. He passed over the warm blood of the two he had crushed a few times, cleaning the sands before leaning back and licking his lips.
Five left, and two of those five, he had plans for, which meant he still had three to play with. The real question was, what to do with them? He separated the three from the couple first. And to be sure the couple did not escape while he was occupied, he scooped out a massive handful of sand, digging a great hole. With flick of his fingers, he dropped the couple into the hole, sure that they could not climb out, and then turned to the three.
"Do you wish to survive this encounter?" he asked, his voice rumbling through the very ground like a tremor. He did not except a response, and did not receive one. Instead, he scooted back, and once more came to rest on his knees. He had been holding his erection up as he shifted, but when he released it, it fell to the sands with a wet slap. A spurt of white cream shot out of the black slit, and hit one of the three dragons like an ocean's wave, smothering him beneath a tide of dragon seed. "One of you may survive this encounter," Goliath explained, rubbing his erection between two delicate fingers. "But first, I require a tribute." Goliath gently stroked his erection, keeping himself fully engorged, as he reached down and plucked the drowning dragon up from the puddle of his cum. Holding the dragon around the middle, Goliath held his erection up, and carefully lowered the tiny one down, until its rear claws were resting on the black slit of the great cock. The dragon attempted to kick out of the hold. Goliath simply dropped it, and one of its legs sank into the slit with perfect ease. Goliath's chuckle was deep and cruel. The slick tunnel offered no resistance, and gravity took care of the rest, the little dragon sinking farther and farther, until only the wideness of its hips had spared it disappearing into the black obelisk.
Goliath eased his erection to the sun baked sands. "A tribute," he said, staring at the two remaining dragons with his inky black eyes.
The dragons walked forward, constantly shifting their eyes to Goliath's looming face, and to the enormous penis, one of their brothers halfway buried inside the slick tunnel. They offered their hands, and the brother took them with great relief, only to find himself pressed forward. Every inch the scaly creature slid into his slit was heaven for Goliath. The millions of nerve endings inside his cock were brushed by the millions of tiny scales that coated the dragon's form. His screams were loud and pained and desperate, and the two dragons who were feeding him struggled to block out of the noise from their thoughts. Goliath reveled in the panic, his rumbling chuckles shaking the earth.
When the dragon was buried up to his pectorals, one of the dragons released his hold. Goliath watched with fascination as he slipped around behind his partner, and suddenly pushed him up against the slit. This action drove the first dragon almost completely inside, but the buried dragon, terrified of his fate, managed to take hold of the second. The second dragon looked back at his brother, as his brother lifted both hands over his head and swung them down, smashing into his back. With the opportunity, the dragon shoved his brother forward, driving him head first into the gaping slit. He beat and pounded at him so he could not resist, and shoved him harder and harder. A sizable bulge had formed in Goliath's already impressive pride, showing the travel of his two tributes as they slowly made their way through the slick, black, pulsating tunnel. Goliath reached down and took hold of his penis, lifting it up, and allowing gravity to push the two captives into their new home in his scrotum.
Goliath looked down at the dragon who had sacrificed his two brothers, licking his lips, and reached for him. The dragon backed away, but Goliath's only act was to give it a gentle stroke with the back of one of his nails. "Your tribute is accepted, tiny one," he said. "Now, run along, before my stomach rumbles and I change my mind."
As the fast as the tiny dragon's legs could carry him, he scurried off. Goliath chuckled, and turned back to the two that were still trapped in the hole. They held each other tight, in case Goliath decided to separate them again, but that was not his intention. He fished them out carefully, wrapping a long finger around both of them, and brought them into the warm, sunny air in front of his muzzle.
Goliath opened his mouth wide, revealing the depths to the two terrified dragons. His innards were as black as a starless night, and his throat a bottomless oblivion. The female wailed louder, but the male could only stare with utter horror. Goliath exhaled foul smelling breath, blowing over the two, before he braced himself and sucked in a deep, deep breath. So strong was the gust of wind, pulling them, that the couple almost lost their footing on the hand, but held tight to each other to keep from falling. The breath continued to suck, growing stronger and stronger, until an odd feeling came over the couple, and they simply collapsed onto the giant green palm. Two golden shadows fluttered out of the two bodies, quickly merging into one shape. Goliath examined this golden shadow, amused by it, before once more opening his mouth and creating suction. The golden shadow disappeared into the darkness of the maw, and then slipped down Goliath's throat. He closed his mouth, and used one finger to trace the descent of the lover's unified soul, moving over his throat, collar bone, pectorals, and all the way down to the crowded belly. Oh yes, a love like theirs should be savored.
Goliath could feel the meal churning inside him. Not just the physical bodies of the hundreds he had devoured, but also their very souls, giving him strength. The feeling of them digesting inside him, it was breathtaking, and he lay on his back, wings spread far apart, his penis jutting forward and to the sky. It required two claws to service himself, rubbing his black flesh up and down, up and down. There was no need to rush, and he took his time masturbating, rubbing himself slowly and gently, fondling his scrotum and feeling his two tributes inside, turning into seed. Up and down, up and down, he rubbed himself easily and gently, and suddenly let out a deep growl. The little dragons inside him: in his anus, in his belly, in his balls, all began to fight and kick as the body they were trapped in heated up and locked into one great muscle. Goliath reveled in the feel, as a spurt of cream shot out of him. Tinted slightly green, there could be no doubt of whose it was, and he rolled over onto his side, spurting heavy white onto the sands, marking this territory as his own. Yes, this was his land now. All the millions of humans and dragons and orcs and trolls that lived in this land were now his, and tomorrow... oh, he was already dreaming about tomorrow...