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Shira didn't know how shi'd gotten here or what shi'd done wrong. Upon stumbling across a village of some sort in the forest shi quickly found hirself tackled by several dark figures and knocked unconscious. When shi came around shi found hirself tied to a pole in the center of a grassy clearing, hir arms, legs, and tail held immobile. Shi tried to take flight, but hir wings were pinned in by hir arms; there was no way shi was going to escape this unless someone else let hir down.

The woods were strangely quiet as Shira waited for something to happen. Aside from the occasional rustling of the wind through the leaves and faint sounds of a stream in the distance, there was silence. Those same breezes carried the scent of fresh, rain-dampened foliage to hir snout as the vibrant green leaves danced upon their branches. A new scent slowly rose, both alien and strangely familiar, accompanied by the crunching of fallen foliage. The drake glanced around nervously; from this position, shi was completely exposed to whoever or whatever might be approaching. "Hello?" shi called out nervously, but the only reply was a deep, husky growl.

From the trees emerged a large, shadowy form. It was a dragon - a feral, eastern one - which would be an uncommon enough sight in this area. But rather than being merely the size of the anthro bound in the grassy clearing, he stood at least thirty feet long from head to tailtip, his head just barely below the top of the tree line. His body was covered in heavy, copper hide, which glistened brightly in the sun as he walked forth. And there was certainly no mistaking that this dragon was a he: the distinctive bulge of masculinity swayed between his hind legs as he walked. The scent of the dragon slowly filled the clearing, clouding the anthro's mind as shi simply stared in awe at the powerful creature before hir.

He said nothing as continued his walk toward the herm, each footfall ringing louder in Shira's ears. Shi found hirself looking up further and further as shi tried to gaze into his swirling eyes but the dragon wouldn't even glance down at hir. With another step he walked right over the well-bound drake, proving that shi was just small enough to fit under his belly even while upright. He kept moving, steadily filling the herm's vision with his heavy maleness. The scent of his musk was both overwhelming and intoxicating, causing Shira's breathing to deepen as shi felt hir arousal beginning to build, driven purely by the heavy pheromones filling the air. As his maleslit reached the herm, he lowered slightly onto his haunches and pressed Shira's snout directly into it, leaving hir compltely dazed by the potency of his masculinity.

"Lick," the dragon said, grinding his crotch roughly against the anthro's face. Shira was briefly shocked into doing nothing at all, both by the dragon's sudden command and the disturbing task shi had just been presented with. Even now, shi felt a few lumps of dried cum smearing against hir snout while the pungent scent assaulted hir nostrils. The crotch alone took hold of most of hir senses; all shi could see, smell, and even taste was his groin. Shi shook hir head quickly to try dissuade the feral dragon, but he would take no part of it. "I said LICK!" he roared, an outburst that scared several birds off the nearby trees.

Shira whimpered before shi yielded to that command. Hir tongue flicked out and slowly moved across the slimy flesh that surrounded hir snout. The dried cum - among other fluids - practically melted over hir tongue, even richer and heavier than taking a fresh orgasm from the virile male. Shi tried not to choke on it as shi swallowed a lump of the filth; the heavy mess clung to the inside of hir maw and throat. That still wasn't enough for the dragon; he took another step forward, sliding most of the herm's snout into his maleslit. The only thing that stopped him from forcing hir entire head into his body was the slowly engorging dragon cock to which hir snout was now pinned.

With hir muzzle buried deep in the humid darkness of the feral's maleness, Shira continued hir task, now licking the mess directly from the head of the dragon's cock. As he slowly became hard, hir head was pressed back against the post shi'd been tied to, leaving hir steadily less room to breathe. Even now, every breath shi took was heavily laced with the dragon's pheromones, far more than the mere grime that had built up within his sheath should naturally contain. Shi licked at it slowly, almost hypnotically, able to feel each little glob against hir tongue, within hir throat, and in hir stomach. Despite the herm's ongoing efforts there still seemed to be a thick layer of slime upon every surface within the feral's sheath, including the steadily-hardening dragon dick.

The hermdrake found hirself getting powerfully aroused as well, as much from the feeling of a feral dragon dick against hir face as from the scents and tastes shi was getting. The dragon took a step back to allow his maleness to finally spill forth, his ebony shaft glistening with natural lubricant, while plenty of old cum clung to that flesh. He swayed his body slowly, aiming the heavy cocktip for the herm's snout. Shi shivered in lust as shi was given a heavy thwap from the throbbing flesh, then another, then a third. With each smack another layer of filth rubbed off onto hir scales and left hir snout covered in a thin coat of pure, overwhelming musk. Shi tried to lick some of it off but there was more than hir tongue could reach; shi was helpless to avoid breathing in that thick scent as it gradually seeped into hir scales.

Above, the feral dragon decided that this was enough foreplay and pressed his cocktip firmly against Shira's snout once more. "Suck," he commanded, grinding it insistently against the drake's scales. In hir lust-clouded mind, shi didn't even think about the fact that the head alone was almost as big as hir fist, with even larger knots and ridges along the dragon's length. Shi just obediently licked at the tip and gave it a lewd kiss before shi took it into hir maw. Hir jaws strained with the effort of taking even those first inches into hir snout, but shi didn't dare protest. With a growl of approval, the dragon slowly stepped forward once more, forcing another inch inside and leaving the herm no room to pull away from his advances.

It was a slow process, but Shira found hir mouth wrapping around more and more of that huge shaft, while hir tongue was covered in the slimy mess that had accumulated upon the dragon's cock. Shi could only guess how long it had been since he washed it... days? Weeks? Even longer? Feral dragons weren't nearly as obsessive about hygeine as most anthros, instead letting their sexual scents and lusts fill the air to anyone who could pick up on them. And while shi may not have been able to fully appreciate that on a conscious level, hir subconscious had fallen for it entirely and left hir rock hard with lustful need even as the dragon tried to force that thick cockhead deeper into hir body. Shi gagged upon it, as much from the taste as its girth, but the dragon's shaft was completely unyielding.

The dragon paused for only a moment as the tip of his cock pressed at the back of Shira's mouth. His shaft throbbed steadily as he held there, while the herm found hirself struggling to swallow what had accumulated upon hir tongue. He pulled back slightly, only to thrust roughly back into the drake's mouth, gagging hir once more. That one thrust soon turned into many as he began to set into a rhythm as the dragon used hir as a mere aid to get himself off. Each movement was stronger than the last, battering the back of hir mouth with rising force. All the while, the increasing heat of his body pumped even more musk into the air, so potent it threatened to suffocate the drake almost as effectively as the dick that violated hir throat. Time seemed to drag on for Shira. The sun crept steadily toward the horizon. Yet the dragon seemed to be tireless; his endurance seemed limitless. His girth made Shira feel as if hir throat was being fisted. Shi tried to struggle away, to turn hir head, but shi had no room to do anything other than squirm uselessly and swallow whatever the larger dragon wanted to force into hir snout. Inch after inch of thick, glistening, dark flesh forced its way into hir maw, only allowing hir to breathe the musk-saturated air between his thrusts. Hir body was betraying hir; lust made hir own shaft and slit long for attention, but hir captor simply ignored hir needs in his desire to sate his own.

As dusk set in, the dragon increased his pace considerably. No longer content to simply savor the feeling of a tight throat upon his malehood, he grunted as he thrust heavily into Shira's squirming form. Shi groaned, whimpered, and struggled but nothing could stop this large, powerful beast from having his way with hir. The dragon's knot began to swell, battering against the end of Shira's snout; hir maw was simply too small to allow that to enter. But even without hilting himself in the smaller dragoness, he brought himself to climax. He pulled back almost entirely, resting the tip of his shaft in Shira's mouth, just to give hir the taste of hot, fresh cum upon hir tongue. It was thick - almost too thick to swallow - and shi gagged and choked just trying to get it down. Another thick rope of cum followed, then a third, completely filling hir mouth. The dragon pulled out entirely before another spurt came forth; he allowed the rest of his seed to completely soak the herm. One spurt covered the top of hir snout. The next soaked hir breasts. A third covered hir needy groin, his scent masking hir own. Though each wave of seed contained less than the last, it remained thick as ever, with the last drops oozing onto the ground below.

Wordlessly, the feral lifted a leg and aimed his cocktip at Shira again. There was really no mistaking what he had in mind next. With hir entire body still restrained, all Shira could do is whimper. In the evening sun, the golden fluid shone brightly, glistening as it crashed heavily onto Shira's face. Instantly, all the herm could see and smell was the briny, acidic stench of dragon piss. Shi cried out in protest, only to have hir mouth filled with urine as well; shi coughed and sputtered, forced to swallow some of that bitter liquid. For his part, the feral dragon aimed methodically, angling his body to piss on Shira's feet, groin, chest, and finishing off with hir face once again, allowing the remainder of his flow to subside. He seemed to be finished, but he once again shoved his tip into the herm's maw and forced out one last spurt of piss, forcing hir to swallow the last of it.

"Until morning," the dragon said. He turned around and simply walked away, leaving Shira still tied to the post. Shi was still dripping with piss, thoroughly marked as the dragon's property, and unable to tend to hir own lusts. None would dare disturb hir until the dragon returned once more to continue toying with his new plaything.