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Part 2

It had been a couple of moon cycles since the unforgettable incident with the red dragon. Damo was boiling a last cauldron of stream water over his hearth, ready for it to be added to the old fermenting vat out on his hunting shacks porch. He had just finished a very satisfying session with a freshly caught buck, who after warming his crotch so well was now turning slowly on the spit over the same hearth his water was boiling on. It had made the mistake of biting him just a little too hard for pleasure while being penetrated by him, and that made his prey just that...prey, and not another lover for his harem of male ferals.

Most of those that grazed, tethered in the clearing where his shack resided had adapted to their lot...and well those that failed to please him went to the market in the village with all his female catches. Was what he did cruel? Well those that were his 'guests' were cared for, fed, and all got the chance to mount him on occasions as well as be mounted of course...Blue balls were not a discomfort Damo ever suffered from. That was until of course those tethered displeased him. Damo would never forget his purpose in life and his living...personal pleasures never overrode an empty stomach or money pouch.

He sighed, lifting the cauldron and pouring it into the steaming waters of his bath. He didn't take pleasure in the butchering part...but venison fetched a better price cooked and preserved than fresh...plus he had no real intentions of entering the town for a few days yet, his traps and his luck had been empty recently. Sinking slowly into the heated water he relaxed, wincing a little as the bruise from the buck's teeth on his thigh ached a little as the clear water clouded pink from the blood floating free from his matted white fur...he definitely did not like the butchering!

He mused silently to himself, his eyes closed as he rested on the smoothed wooden side of the improvised tub, the faint scent of souring grapes still seeping from the aged timbers as they absorbed the bloodied waters. He had no concept really on why his traps were un-sprung, but the game seemed to have just vanished from his usual ranges.

Sleep was creeping upon him as his ears automatically swivelled forward, his eyes opening as a heavy flapping sounded from above his shack, his view obscured by the overhanging roof. The lintel beam groaned as whatever it was landed upon it, and the whole building seeming to settle into the ground a little on its timber pilings.

Damo was just about to reach for his bow when a large red head snaked into view from over the porch's edge, a grin on its face. "Don't mind me hunter...I just came for a meal and maybe more. The smell of venison from your chimney is delightful. Mind if I have an aperitif or two first though?" The draconic nemesis from earlier asked rhetorically before releasing two bolts of flame from its nostrils, instantly crisping a boar and feral wolf where they stood, cowering on the end of their ropes in the clearing.

"It seems I have no choice," Damo replied, gently lowering his hands back into the tub.

"Of course you don't...nor do you have a choice in what will follow. Well you do actually...you may become my dessert, or you may become my entertainment. You will not be unsatisfied I assure you." The dragon replied hopping off the roof and going to swallow the two unfortunate beasts who had become his starters.

"Here or your cave?" Damo asked, worried about the miniscule chance that a villager may actually come looking for him. He did not want to be caught en-flagrante with the dragon for anything. He started to rise from the tub...

"Oh neither, I have a place by the sea...and you can stay in your tub for the moment. I prefer my 'guests' to be clean...at least when I start. So do my other 'guests' for that matter. Please clean your fur of blood and then you may carve your latest conquest from the spit in there...I like my meat rare."

Damo started scrubbing at his fur fairly industriously, the white soon showing through again where it had been marred. "Would it be presumptuous to ask why I am to become your 'guest' again? I have not knowingly breached the strictures you laid down upon me last time." He asked between strokes of his brush.

"If you had, you would have been lining my stomach...trust me. I come this time only to share a meal and pleasures with you...you did after all enjoy our last outing, even if it were not voluntary on your part. Call this opportunity a reward if you will."

"I do not call eating two of my better trained lays a reward," Damo replied, standing and stepping out of the tub unselfconsciously to drip dry in the evening's last light. He gestured towards the two smouldering ropes that were the only things left on the scorched grass.

The dragon chuckled, "If it bothers you that much, you may join them..." he suggested.

"I did not say that!" Damo protested as he reached for some rough hessian to sap the remaining moisture from his pelt.

"I consider myself to be a better lay anyhow," the dragon continued.

"I wouldn't know...I have not laid you!" Damo retorted.

The dragon rolled on his back, crushing a couple of small apple trees in the process as he laughed out loud in his mirth. "Oh you flatter yourself my little hunter! There is no way you could even dream of laying me...my ass would swallow you whole!"

Damo shook his head, "Then you want me as your toy again?" he asked.

"No...I want to watch you be my 'guests' toy to start with. I am a bit of a voyeur at heart. Now come, I tire of this talk. Make your decision and fetch the spit or not...but choose now!" The beast commanded, rolling back onto all fours. Damo didn't take more than a few seconds to make his decision, and went to fetch the spitted buck, and a carving knife. "You made the right choice." The dragon stated with a grin on his scaly muzzle. "You will be back by morning."

With that, Damo found himself and his roast caged within talons, and with stomach turning lurches he watched the ground recede rapidly beneath him.

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The dragon landed heavily on its rear legs on rocky shoreline near what was obviously a sea cave. A deep fast flowing current churned the salty water into a froth of white horses where it entered the cave, "On my back hunter, only I and the sea peoples may swim that and not drown." The dragon stated flatly as he released his captive.

Damo nodded, offering the rest of the buck to the dragon's eager maw, he having eaten his fill during the flight to this destination. He climbed onto the dragon's back, settling between the powerful wings as the beast swallowed the carcass whole and slipped into the sucking waters. "What are you plans for me then exactly?" he asked as the rock closed in around them.

"You are to be tied down by me and used in a similar fashion to our previous encounter... only this time I will not loosening you up with inanimate toys. You will take me whole tonight and I will not be giving you a cum shower either. You will not die though, I assure you of that...you may not be able to walk straight for a few days." The dragon chuckled as he felt Damo tense. "Slip off my back if you wish...but I would not choose to drown over something that will be far more pleasurable for you."

"Who are your other toys then?" Damo asked.

"Guests please if you will. They are all ferals. I have a bear from the northern lands, a tiger from Asia, and a stallion from Arabia awaiting you. We may even attract a couple of other sea folk who gifted them to me from shipwrecks if your give enough pleasure to them."

"What is a tiger?" Damo asked.

"Oh a big cat...you will have to blow him though. His barbs would tear your walls to shreds unless you are scaled. He IS big enough to pleasure me, as is the stallion."

"Oh..." Damo said as the cave opened up, a still pool of water appearing by a sandy beach. A crack in the roof let the last light of day seep in, but the dragon turned his head and spat a fireball into a huge stack of driftwood that was on one side of the cave, igniting it. Three huge beasts came forward into the light, there monstrous members hanging low and swollen from between their hind legs. "May I ask how you feed them, and stop the tiger and bear eating the horse for that matter?"

The dragon laughed and stepped clear of the water, "The sea peoples feed them from the wrecks, and the wood comes from the ships of course."

"What do they gain from you?" Damo asked as the dragon eased him towards a smoothed rock formation that seemed very familiar to him from his previous encounter.

"Why who do you think creates the wrecks?" The dragon asked with a grin as he tied Damo to the rock. "The orcas and the sharks like the taste of land dwellers!"

"Oh..." was all Damo could reply as the bear began snuffling at his ass. "You not going to lube me up for him?"

The dragon chuckled and backed off, his own member just parting the scales of his belly, "No need...Grizz there is as thin an artist's brush handle at his tip. He will leave you well lubed for Arby there." The dragon lifted his tail and settled himself down onto a broken stalactite as the bear's belly dragged the hair on Damo's back the wrong way.

The wolf let out his breath and closed his eyes as the bear's wet tip found it's mark, and with a strong feral thrust ripped into him with a single deep thrust. Jaws that could kill him in an instant closed on his ruff as the animal started quick, staccato hip thrusts that battered him mercilessly into the rock. He was deriving little pleasure from the experience to be honest, his own wolf-hood barely swelling as the ineffective girth of the bear did little but tickle his indifferences.

His eyes opened suddenly as a carrion laced gust of breath blew across the tip of his muzzle, followed by the sandpapery lick of the tiger's tongue. So he was going to be face fucked by a pussy eh...It was certainly something that he wouldn't be sharing with guests on the rare occasions he invited them back to his shack.

The tiger withdrew slightly, a deep growl emerging from its throat as it butted the bear's muzzle where it was locked onto Damo's ruff. The bear bristled slightly, but let go. Something unknown passed between the two feral beasts and the bear stood on its hind legs, his member still well and truly embedded in Damo. The tiger then mounted, wrapping its front legs around the bear so they were chest to chest...his huge and dripping member banging against Damo's jaws.

"I would get to it hunter...or you are likely to become a main course." The dragon commentated as the stallion approached him and began licking at his huge draconic cock.

Damo opened his mouth and immediately swallowed as much of the feline cock as he could. He was aware of the spines rolling around on his tongue, so did not even attempt to swallow it...instead he began suckling like a starving cub at its mother's teats! The huge beast started purring and began its own series of steady thrusts, rattling the bones in Damo's neck as the bear resumed his, the wolf having his spine arched every time they accidently coincided. He couldn't put up with for long before his body would give under the strain...

The bear suddenly tensed and drove himself as deeply as he could, a growling roar echoing out of its mouth in the caves damp atmosphere. Damo found himself being flooded with cum as the ursine balls blasted their seed deeply into him. As fast as it happened, the bear pulled out and backed off, allowing the tiger to drop over him, it's barrel chest nearly crushing his hindquarters. The huge sandpapery tongue shoved his tail to one side and began licking all the spilling bear cream from his ass as it emerged.

"Blow it out hunter...you will need the space!" The dragon commented, laughing as the tiger's cock spines started flaring in Damo's mouth.

Damo did as suggested, a loud and disgustingly wet fart burbling through his used and abused ring, bear cum splattering all over the tiger's muzzle. The feline tensed, Damo suddenly afraid he was going to be eaten ass first as the beast roared, the huge fuzzy balls that were swinging in front of his eyes tucking close to the striped body for a second before his mouth and throat were flooded with a scalding mix of salt and urea laced fluid that would have done the local tanner proud. He began drowning, coughing and spluttering as he fought for air until the beast finally withdrew sated. The dragon smacked the Arabian stallion on his rump. "Go get him Arby," he said with a smirk as the tiger went to curl up and clean himself up next to the spent bear.

Damo watched as the horse did as commanded, and before he had time to even fully recover his breath he felt the huge flared tip pressing tightly against his sore ass. He was suddenly shadowed in an equine tent and before he could howl out, blunt teeth gripped his ruff so tightly his neck skin constricted his throat and he was speared in an almighty thrust.

It was all it took...the superior girth, the flared tip compressing his prostate as it passed, his stomach compressing as his bowels were stretched to their limits. He erupted, his lupine seed spraying the rock below him as a strangulated howl tore from his throat. The horse battered him deeper and deeper, keeping him in a full and extended orgasm until he felt his stomach expanding, the flare on the horse's tip expanding within him. Pain ripped him apart as with a whinny that nearly deafened him the stallion emptied his balls into him, everything stretching before the huge equine was forced out by his own ejaculate, the remainder of the orgasm plastering his back fur flat against his body in a cum bath that rivalled the dragons.

Loud whistles and splashes came from behind him and he turned his head to observe a huge black and white head resting on the beach, and much smaller grey one next to it.

"Good show eh lads?" The dragon bellowed, the heads nodding in unison. "You want him before I take him?" the dragon continued, easing himself of his butt plugging seat, to much more enthusiastic nodding from the sea folk. "No eating him though...he is a guest." The heads shook from side to side. "Good!"

With that the dragon cut Damo's bindings with a single claw and picked the exhausted wolf up in one hand. "Will you support him, or do you want him tied?"

The Orca looked across at the perpetually smiling Dolphin who raised himself out of the water, his curl tipped cock showing and rolled on his back, shoving at the Orca who nodded it's head and took a huge breath before rolling himself, his belly exposed, huge rubbery cock slapping his belly.

"You going to double time him?" The dragon asked as Damo suddenly started squirming in alarm as the two beasts nodded.

"No!" Damo gasped.

"Yes! I promised you would not die hunter, and I don't break my promises. You will enjoy this, trust me!" With that the dragon pressed Damo tightly to the salty belly of the Orca and slid him down until the huge cock invaded the gaping space recently vacated by the stallion.

Two huge black flippers closed around him as the dragon released him, holding him tight as with a few huge flicks of his fluke, the Orca stretched him around his cock until he felt his spent balls squashed tightly into the slit where it had emerged from.

The Orca righted himself to float vertically, his cocksleeve completely unable to escape now, and opened his pectorals. Damo felt the Dolphin nosing at the member spreading his tail until without warning, the male's beak ran up his spine until yet more teeth closed around his ruff. A rubbery, prehensile tip wormed its way under his tail until with a great deal of pain he felt it slip up the Orca's length and into him.

The dragon was watching with undisguised pleasure, stroking himself up and down as the Orca started thrusting again, lifting both Damo and the Dolphin up and down on his belly with each thrust. Damo felt he was about to split as with a huge exhaling of air through their blowholes the two sea-beasts blew simultaneously after less than a minute of action, filling him again until his stomach gave in, and he threw up the tiger's cum and the venison he had so laboured over earlier in a disgusting mess that spattered across the Orca's chin.

Damo felt himself sinking below the surface exhausted as the two cocks shrank rapidly and withdrew from him before the dragon's huge claws closed around him. "Enjoying yourself hunter?" the dragon asked.

"No!" Damo gasped in reply.

"Your cock tells a different story!" the dragon chuckled, tweaking the sore wolf's erect member with a claw tip, making Damo wince . "Well it is time for the main course now. I am going to knot you tight!"

Without giving Damo a chance to protest he found himself once more impaled by the monstrous draconic length that had defeated him before. The assorted beasts had done their work well as he found his cheeks resting on the dragon's scaly belly. ** "Told you, you could take me!"** the dragon exclaimed as he started rocking his hips and sliding Damo up and down like a wet leather masturbation toy. "You are still satisfyingly tight enough for me!"

Damo grunted with each thrust, his balls aching as he was pounded so deeply. He was incapable of speech anymore, his brain just rattling around in his skull as his pleasure centres reduced him to incoherent, hormone driven thoughts. He felt the dragon thickening in him and he opened his mouth to choke out one final howl of ecstasy as a dry orgasm caused his cock to start twitching rapidly.

The dragon buried himself to his hilt and let his internal balls to roll up his shaft to lock him to the wolf in a draconic knot, his own blast of orgasmic pleasure bugling out of his throat with a fireball that raised the temperature of the cave by twenty degrees, his seed bloating the stretched frame of Damo until the wolf was convinced his skin was about to split open.

After twenty minutes the knot shrunk enough to release its prisoner and the dragon let Damo slide off him with a disgusting slurp. Holding his two hands over the almost unconscious form he recited an ancient cantripp, a glow forming and then bathing Damo in a green light. ** "There...you will be healed internally in the morning."** The beast said with a sigh. "You were a good fuck...I will give you that! I will return you to your shack in the morning hunter."

Damo forced his eyes open in an attempt to say something as the green heat entered his body, but lethargy took over and they rolled in their sockets as his brain gave up and he sunk into Morpheus' sweet oblivion on the sandy floor of the cavern.