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Howling winds tore through the air with a chill that was able to cut through flesh and bore through bone. Noise from such an atrocious and constant swelling of air was accented fully by the constant shaking of tents. The fabric often times coming loose and flapping in the wind as large and heavy snowflakes aided in the natural made calamity. There were about four tents with each of them containing at least two people with a larger tent in the center made to a small communal gathering section.

Each individual of the team of nine were of a different species. Heralded as a sign of friendship between several nations and across the entire animal kingdom, the group got together on their own accord and as an act of diplomacy when in truth they were but normal citizens of their countries. Everyone had their own reason for coming on the climbing trip; some wished for personal glory while others simply wanted to test their own limits. Others wished with all their hearts to unify the world and have this adventure set an example for the rest of the world. One creature in particular, however, had a much different personal agenda to see for himself.

A black wolf of just over six foot sat in a circle with the rest of the group silently as everyone else spoke quietly despite the loud howling taking place outside. He wasn't a heavily muscled mammal by any stretch of the means, but he was more than above average in regards to actual strength with a toned body. It was something that came average for most wolves, but it was their endurance which allowed them to outperform many others. There was a form of pride to be had in that regard. He was not as thickly covered as some of his comrades were at the time, but being the one with the thickest fur of the group, his body was thankfully naturally warmer.

Through the thick of the blowing snow, sunlight was able to filter through that and the clouds. It wasn't much, but it was enough to indicate when it had finally become morning. Looking through the flapping entrance of the tent, and hugging the padded clothing upon his body, he got up and took a step forward. All plans of moving forward had been halted thanks to the freak snowstorm that whipped so suddenly from the evening before. It weighed heavily on the wolf.

"Hey, Dark, you're not actually thinking of... going out there? Unless you're just headed back to your tent?" A feline quietly mewled out, sipping some of his coffee.

The wolf shook his head in response, not even looking back to grace with a more detailed response.

"That's absolute suicide. None of us would be able to find you out there." Chirped out a tuatara, the reptile thoroughly blanketed to help ensure any of the precious warmth of his body wasn't blown away.

"Oh just let him go. If he wants to go on some fruitless hunt, all the more power to him. We can't account for every single person remaining sane on this trip, and we all knew the price before coming here, of what it might do to us," gruffed out a golden eagle, the largest of the group.

With that Dark simply left with a grin on his face, tilting an ear backwards to listen in on the mutterings of his group. He never liked that eagle anyways on account of having much too commanding of an attitude, even if he was the leader of the group. At least the eagle had some mighty good looks to at least be forgivable of that personality. Taking only a brief moment to stop within his tent to adorn himself with a heavy pack full of supplies meant for emergency survival, he went on his way.

Trailing off in to the white of the snow, even the pure black fur of the wolf was obscured by white within just a few yards, and the tents behind faded from view. Something called to him though, from before even leaving on this trip and still now. He was uncertain whether or not he was on the correct path to actually circumvent the mountains themselves, but he knew in the very least he was climbing along one of the peaks. In truth the group had gone off track long ago as the snow continually picked up over the days, as if something either wished to keep them away or in the very least test their mettle.

Trudging through snow up to his waist began to tire even his own vitality-filled body. Moving for hours proved to be even more tiring with a pack upon his back that was actually heavier than he was used to carrying. It became no wonder that he wasn't the heavy lifter of the group. If it weren't enough the wind seemed to be consistently gaining speed as he moved forward. Swirling around him as if recognizing that he was not a part of the natural landscape, it gusted with increasing velocity as though with hopes to knock him down. In his mind he couldn't stop moving forward. Something called out to him in these mountains. To him it felt as if he lost a part of his mind on the trip, but that thought only made him grin and bare a pointed canine tooth in defiance.

Enough was enough however as he moved along for another couple hours. Even his own hubris wasn't enough to keep his tired legs from keeping any form of sustainable locomotion. Wading through the snow in this area felt to be more tiring than what he dealt with before, as if thick strands of ice were interlaced through it. Not only that, but it was demoralizing to realize that he may actually have somehow got turned around and began moving down a slope once again. Tumbling slightly as his footing gave way under the strangely textured snow, his face planted firmly as his entire front fell down with a soft flump. Clawing at the snow with his hands proved to be a futile. It was the feet which eventually pushed down to find purchase again.

Panting heavily he noticed a sort of cover just ahead of him. Some sort of cave it looked to be, but none the likes of which he had ever seen before. The entire structure was actually composed of thick bundles of ice, arching upwards before coming back down in what looked to be dangerously pointed ends. It was good enough for Dark however as he scrambled forth. Collapsing almost instantly beneath the covering ice, there was a surprising amount of warmth felt in this small sort of cave. Tearing off the backpack to give a brief respite to his aching shoulder bones in itself felt invigorating. Sitting down, he was able to realize just how exhausted he was from the trek. Unable to know just how long he was going for, he didn't even attempt to fight against his body as it brought him down to lay and lose consciousness.

Low rumbling caused Dark's ears to twitch from within his sleep. There had been a certain whistling combined with a momentary deep whoosh of wind. This appeared to be something entirely different however, as it wouldn't cease. His senses got the better of him as the wolf begrudgingly stirred from his sleep. He still felt sore, but it was a good sort of sore. It reminded him that he was a strong and sturdy beast. Everything felt so much warmer as well, but he knew he couldn't contribute that solely to being well rested; perhaps the wind from outside had died down and the air warmed even if by a marginal degree. Smiling slightly realizing he should be thankful for being alive once he sat and pondered for a couple seconds. The deep rumbles continued and caused him to perk his ears this way and that to figure out just where its origin may be. Sitting up and placing his hands to his sides, the fingers upon the appendages squeezed down around at the snow, or at least what he thought was snow when he first arrived.

Looking around, the deep white had turned more to a soft gray hue, and not only that, but was surprisingly soft. Silken smooth snow was something he wasn't all too accustomed to. Looking upwards he was able to notice that the roof of the ice cave he wandered inside had, during his sleep, transmogrified itself same material as the ground. Not only that but he was resting in the trough much deeper than when he started; having sunk a couple hundred feet. Thin strands of what should have been ice tickled at his nose almost like his own fur. His deep green eyes of the widened as a disturbing thought crossed his mind.

Is this... fur?!

The rumbling continued, and with it the angle of the ground which he sat upon began to shift dramatically. Moving from a flat one-hundred-eighty degrees to what felt more like a steep forty degree angle. Clinging for dear life as he looked down, his eyes once again widened in both surprise and awe. He had to have been at least several hundred feet in the air now, but not only that, there was what he could only recognize as a phallus slowly growing. His backpack finally tumbling along and falling for who knows how far, he began to realize that perspective was getting the better of him, as his eyes lost sight of his pack. The black furred hands were losing grasp as friction was evidently not strong enough for his hands to cling against the silken strands. A sudden jerk forward from the furred cave around him was the deal maker as his fingers lost purchase. Just like that he began to fall and tumble through the air.

It was surprisingly difficult to realize what exactly he fell from. He was able to realize that, whatever it may be; he was an insignificant speck in the grandeur of all that fur which rushed past him. Falling at a slight trajectory while his body spun about in the air, he was able to clearly see that his path took him on a direct collision to the genitalia he had seen from before. It seemed as if he were falling for a full minute as the member widened in his view before finally smacking right against it. Knocking the wind from his diaphragm, Dark stiffened as he bounced on his back. To him it was a shock that he even lived let alone doing so without breaking any bones. With eyes clenched shut he was afraid to even open them for fear of what he may see. Olfactory orbs denied the body a powerful sensation; a rich musk filtered through the air with intense density to the point that it was near intoxicating. This in itself forced his eyes wide open to gaze where he was, but never did he expect his breath to be taken away metaphorically right after it had been literally.

Sight may be the easiest sense to fool, but this was no lie. Dark's heart began to race as he looked forward and down. Being on the edge of the head atop the shaft, he was able to see everything as clear as day. Being what had to be several miles in to the sky he looked down at the beast that he soon realized he had been sleeping on before, and in fact, walked on this entire trip. Entire mountains crumbled as earthquakes violently shook the region what he recognized to be a dragon, from myth and legend, arose from beneath the crust of the Earth and could be seen stretching across the continent.

Covered entirely in gray fur, the dragon appeared to have a thick white mane starting at the top of his head. With his eyes obviously unable to see the back, Dark assumed the mane continued down the back. Deep emerald orbs slowly opened to the world as the eyelids of the dragon parted. What looked to be thick plate scales atop his snout gave him a small bit of color with a strikingly deep blue hue. Adding just a tad extra splash of color as well would be the horns seen extending beyond his head as a deep orange. Long thin strands of fur, forming an iconic eastern dragon mustache; long arches in the facial fur generated thanks to the wind which had coincidentally calmed significantly. Deeper gray webbing stretched between three blue spokes coming from the jawline, the wolf assuming those to be fins used as a source of added expression.

Dark suddenly grasped an important concept as he looked along the rest of the dragon's body as ground crumbled away around it. The world over had deduced that this entire mountain range had formed via plate tectonics; two continents having slowly collided and compacted against each other to conceive various tall peaks and ranges. Truth began to reveal itself as it was all a fallacy. Deep ravines showed itself to the open air while gigantic bulges appeared. Not only had eons of people walked upon these mountains, they were simply walking on the extended ground pushed upwards by the muscle mass of this dragon. Four distinct pectoral muscles bulged forth as the dragon's arms shifted from their resting position; this ticking inside of Dark's mind that this may be an elder god. There was no way something this immense and of such powerful construct could be merely mortal. Blushing suddenly as he looked along, there was a much thicker tuft of fur along the center ravines between those muscles which could hold entire countries upon them. The way the fur formed, in long arcs, caused Dark to realize he had actually taken a short snooze between those thick muscles.

The dragon looked almost adorable, waking up like this. Dark's blush notably deepened as his mind realized, whilst squeezing his hands against the spongy purple flesh underneath him, that this was more or less a morning wood. All of the arms were seen finally moving in to positions to better prop up the gigantic body; the lower two digging their elbows within the earth as the upper two stretched along in either direction before being brought forward and up in a magnificent stretch. With the dragon angling his body upwards once again, in the same fashion that threw Dark upon the shaft at the beginning, he was able to see that each pectoral in and of itself was larger than the dragon's head. Biceps flexing idly as the arms rose up helped to show a definitive lack of space the muscles actually had to deal with each other as the utterly immense size seemed impossible to even control.

Seeing a wide yawn finally let loose was a humbling sight indeed despite the mouth angling upwards to the sky. What Dark was next able to see sent a chill down his spine. What looked to be the portion of a densely packed city was within one of the raised hands and held barely by loosely gripping fingers. Glinting sunlight indicated, even at this far of a distance, helped indicate the actual size of the city thanks to the presence of high rise businesses. Within the blink of an eye the entire city, with hundreds of thousands of inhabitants, vanished from the air as it all fell straight in to the gaping mouth of the godlike creature. Even the other hand brought forth an equal offering of what would otherwise be made out as a meager offering considering it fit within the palm of his hand. Dark swallowed with exact timing to the dragon both in awe and fear at such power. A quickly moving bulge, which had been likely balled up into a concoction of countless people and buildings, to be sent down in an instant to the stomach. The wolf's head quickly shooting down, following the disappearing material, down the neck and to the stomach. There was no indicating the city even existed beyond this point as the perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles, creating an impressive mountain range in their own right, obscured all.

Having to cling suddenly as the entire shaft felt to be rocking in place, Dark was able to look down and notice that the dragon had simply began leisurely stroking himself with the left lower hand. Upon peering further over the edge, the scanning gaze had to cease and allow his brain to process all that he saw. Just barely seeing around the burly hand slowly climbing up the purple fleshy-hued member, the wolf was able to see the rest of those genitals. Squashed between the lazing scrotum, nearly swallowed away from the sight, stood the tallest peak of the world. Remembering it as being a good five and a half miles at the peak, the wolf fell back and took a deep breath. Each swollen testicle of this likely virile dragon was larger than the tallest of all mountains. Looking back along the entire body of the furred giant, this gave him a better sense of perspective of how truly massive of a creature the world had failed to acknowledge for many a millennium.

A quick twitch at the dragon's nose sent a spark in to Dark's heart. The giant stopped elevating just below the tip of the shaft. Bending forward with a raised brow, the wolf realized that somehow he had been noticed. Even though he had been inadvertently massaging the most sensitive appendage the giant dragon bore just through the tiny movements, surely he thought, it wasn't enough to actually give away his position. Seeing the giant head come forth caused butterflies to form in his stomach as, in a sense, all the world was focusing on his very being. Anxious and unable to do but wait, he looked up and watched as the nose came what to him felt like a couple feet away; the head filling his entire view. Watching as the dragon opened his mouth, Dark closed his eyes and felt as if he was next to join the cities.

"Well good morning little one. It's been some time since anyone has awoken me. Please, tell me, what year is it? It feels like I missed the rebirth or two of this universe with how I feel."

His voice was deep and awe-inspiring. It commanded a sense of omnipotence that made Dark not only feel like utterly nothing, but at the same time more important than any king of old that what he perceived to be a god was directly speaking to him. The dragon's breath was much more agreeable than what jokes would otherwise state for the mythical creatures; the wind from the dragon's speaking seeming to carry with it the fresh nature of newly fallen snow and a breeze untainted by pollution.

"You... are still alive little one, aren't you?" A voice of inquisitive nature, yet lacking of amusement took hold.

"Y-yes, oh great one! I'm alive and well!" Dark chuckled out nervously after shaking his head to bring himself back to attention. His throat clenched tightly as his body shook from the rush of feelings flowing in his mind.

"Great one? Seems I at least have missed the passing of one civilization in the very least... but the year, or at least, the year your people have recorded?"

"Uhmm, uh... it's... nineteen-ninety, from just a couple months ago, oh great one!" His mind had gone blank after every word. He hoped dearly that this god possessed a great amount of patience.

"Is that the name your kind has given me? Though that is the year, hmm... last time I awoke it was the year two-thousand ninety-nine. I'm terribly sorry I missed the passing of the last great races of this planet, but I fear as if the people who walk this world often forget of my existence or in the very least when to send the courier to awaken me."

The dragon slowly started to stretch once again while speaking. This lead Dark to believe that the giant was at least extremely friendly if not taking the fact of having another living creature on his bits rather casually. Regardless the furred beast continued speaking.

"Oh, those silly humans, they had such a short attention span. Don't speak with them for what they called five-hundred years, and suddenly poof! You don't exist in their minds any more. Don't even get me started on how their attention shifted from this to that..."

One could nearly hear the fuses blowing inside of the wolf's mind as he sat there with his jaw slacked open while taking in all of the information. Judging by how much the dragon was speaking, and still was even if Dark's brain hit the limit of what he could take, is that this giant must really enjoy talking for whatever reason. Though what the dragon had revealed was that, at some point, there was some ancient civilization that existed before this one. This made putting an age on the dragon entirely impossible.

"Oh great god... please, tell me, why have you awakened?" Dark asked between sentences so as to not interrupt the monologue. The dragon didn't seem to ever require a breath which made it difficult.

"A god? I am no god. I wonder why the people of this planet can never decide on a name. To answer your question, however... I've had many names over the course of this universe's existence. During my last awakening the humans gave named me Himavat if you wish to call me as such. I've never spoken my true name since after it brought about the insanity and mass extinction of one race. Really just perceived insanity. They were an unstable bunch anyways..."

"Uhmm, pardon me interrupting again, but then what would you prefer to be called if you cannot tell me your full name, and other civilizations name you what is incorrect?"

"Hmmm. Just call me Grah, if you so wish. You are a strange one. No one has ever asked me what I would like to be called by others. You shall have a special place in existence along with me."

Just as the wolf was about to ask Grah to iterate exactly what he meant by the last words spoken, his eyes grew wide once again. Digging his heels in to the flesh of the member's head and hands grasping tight, he watched as the dragon's jaws parted to allow that open mouth to be viewed upon in full. He took a deep breath, the atmosphere feeling thicker than ever before despite being well beyond and above the troposphere. All semblance of cold vanished within an instant as hot breath wafted forth casually from within that mouth. The flesh itself dyed a purple similar to that of the shaft he sat upon. Saliva reflecting the sun's rays resulted in a dazzling display of sparkling which made it seem as if the flesh was laden with billions of tiny crystals and gems. It was humbling to watch as the mouth encompassed the upper portion of the shaft. Despite looking to be entirely rigid from sheer amount of thick muscle, proved to be quite flexible. Dark took a good stare inside the cavernous mouth, imagining it to be more akin to a giant underground cave far below the Earth's crust.

Just before the jaws closed around the member, the wolf was able to watch as the tongue arched upwards suddenly to catch and coax the gargantuan member inside. He was left in pitch black and smashed between the slimy wet muscle of the tongue, finding himself grinding against what he thought to be a taste bud that was larger than him, and the smooth surface of the cock head. Soaking the clothing almost instantly in the liquid. He was able to notice a strange occurrence, able only to deduce it to specific enzymes in the saliva, but he was able to feel his own clothing slowly melt away and inconspicuously blend with the rest of the mouth's liquid. It left the wolf completely bare after a couple minutes, at which point the liquid brought with it a distinct tingling at his groin. Whatever the miracle liquid contained, it was something that drove Dark's sexuality absolutely wild never mind the sensation of flesh grinding against his entire body.

Self-awareness to position was altogether lost when the tongue began to slide along the head of the shaft, dragging the miniscule creature along. He was nothing more than a dot in comparison to the gigantic dragon even within the mouth, and it showed, as he was forced to swish along with the flows of saliva. Bubbles of trapped air contained within popped and glided along his body to impose a unique and satisfying texture. At one point the texture of the tongue changed from being slightly bulbous to being near entirely smooth to being stingy. A childhood fascination with mouths allowed Dark the knowledge that he was likely underneath the tongue now, and that this dragon certainly had a golden tongue when it came to servicing a shaft it would appear; always being active with the giant muscle while he thrust within his own mouth.

Bumped and pushed along Dark was unable to fully comprehend just where his tiny body next wound up. It wasn't until the plush muscle jolted along before pulled back from a sudden suction that he found himself in a strange sort of pocket space. Perfected texture indicated that he was still at least along the shaft. Able to feel large fleshy spines within this region, there was no alarm given as his body bent and molded what he could imagine to be gigantic and imposing spikes. To someone of Grah's size, however, they were nothing more than added bits of pleasure. Just where this would be would have to be just beneath the head of the shaft, allowing him to conceptualize the full structure of the shaft. Having a barely pointed tip leading to a head that, beneath, had a slight flat which would pull back as the dragon might retract from a thrust; it all leading to a stalk which had to be as thick as it was long.

Deeply resonating sound waves vibrated through the very core of Dark's body. Noises correlating with such a massive swell of sound equaled out to be nothing more simple that the action of peristalsis kicking in. It was the final straw in the little wolf's more primal mind, as his own raging erection would not be abated by reason any long. Somehow, in some way, the thought of being plastered just beneath the head of a giant's phallus was arousing to him. Beyond that the saliva itself strung a certain cord his nerve endings which equated to nothing less than absolute bliss. Next on the list was the constant massaging and grinding which all of the actions the dragon took transferred to his little body. Finally, the sound of constant swallowing had become the deal breaker. Not only was Grah pleasuring himself with whatever aid he was able to offer, but Grah as well had begun to deep-throat his own cock. Those actions continued on for what felt to be hours. There was never enough sustained action against Dark's body, he realized, to finally tip him over the edge. The dragon never ceasing in his own pleasures throughout the course of likely half of a day.

Some sort of threshold was finally broken as a new series of sounds twitched at Dark's ears; the noise being mostly unnoticed for near a full minute as he had been preoccupied with his own pleasured fantasies being fulfilled. A rush of liquid, but very much unlike the saliva currently rushing along him at all times. Feeling the shaft itself begin to quake and throb with intensity he felt could tear the world in half if originating from the beneath the Earth's surface. Quicker and more chaotic of gyrations were felt from the multi-armed dragon. Pressure increased in the air around him as he took deep breaths, and lost himself in a furious orgasm. Within that moment he was able to hear what was synonymous to solid wall of liquid blasting forth not too far away, given the relative distance, as Grah as well had reached climax. Dark's balls bounced as his body was unable to achieve full release quick enough as the sexual energies had finally been able to find release after exponentially building upon itself. Too great was this sort of ecstasy that he lost all track of time and nearly forgot his own existence; it all seemed too much like a dream he'd simply wake up from in mere moments.

Arising is exactly what Dark would do with a sudden jolt as he began nearly hyperventilating and looking about himself. Praising his luck as, before his brain could ascertain exactly what happened, he was able to smell only that of the dragon's leftover musk from the orgasm lingering around in the open air. He was sitting back outside on top of Grah's dick in the open sun. His fur was sopping wet and sitting in a pile of saliva and seminal fluids, neither of which he was able to fully attest to being just his or the dragon's.

Looking around now, however, revealed something which he truly only would have expected to dream up. Millions of people, from all nations and species, had flooded along the dragon's body. Unable to make out anything more than them being miniature dots, he was able to see them having congregated mainly in the valleys of muscle. In the back of his mind he knew what was happening; they were massaging and worshiping a god. Grah himself keeping busy, as he was able to watch how, while sitting up, all four arms were in use. Either scooping and devouring entire regions of people at a time by simply dropping them in to his mouth, stroking his own obviously aroused shaft, or even from what Dark could make out was pushing and squeezing mountains and the people lining atop of them right in to this own tailhole. The world truly was brought together thanks to the expedition.

After being gawked at for a few minutes by Dark, the dragon finally turned his attention back to said little creature who had regained consciousness atop of the shaft. Smiling with a bright gleam in his eyes, he slowly nodded.

"I apologize, but I was simply emptying a little space for you to actually fit within." The dragon said while Dark's jaw dropped.

"That orgasm emptied just a little space?!" He coughed both in awe and amusement at the joking tone. "I do have one question however, please, if you would have it?"

"What might that be, little one?"

"How? How did you awaken so suddenly? What happened which was so special?" It was a question that clawed at the back of his mind ever since being bucked out of between the pectorals of the dragon.

"Well it's not often that someone comes along for my Earth centennial birthday. I am not a god, but just a born creature who became what the inhabitants of this planet deemed me to be a god. To answer your question... even in my slumber, I could feel the entire planet around me yet none close enough to give me comfort in a timeless sleep. By having a living soul as close to my heart as you were when you collapsed, it was more than enough reason for me to awaken and share the day with the world."

One of the largest smiles appeared on the dragon's face that made Dark's heart melt, for in a way it was adorable. Immediately after speaking the lower right hand came forward and hovered over the shaft, and consequently himself. The sun itself seemingly began to dim as a golden glow started to trace itself along the eastern dragon's body. Etching within the fur a complex array of glyphs and runic symbols lit up the atmosphere. Grah's mane began to stand on end as the wind behind carried it along to give him a fierce yet picturesque image of absolute glory and power.

With you by my side you shall live the rest of eternity in pure happiness.

Grah's words rang inside of Dark's head despite seeing that the mouth never opened to speak. The hand finally lowered, but only just enough to make sure that a single finger would come down towards his body. The normally black claw gained a brilliant gold and silver glow, ebbing back and forth between the colors with an energy felt pulsing forth. In the instant that the rough edge to the finger touched a single hair on Dark's body, it spun him for a loop. Never having been struck by lightning he surely understood the feeling now, but without any manner of pain. The finger pushed his body back, he becoming totally rigid, before watching as the world shifted from the open blue skies to a circular purple ring. His black furred body mimicked having rigor mortis while falling, and all that was left in his body was to take a deep breath.

Directly after falling in to the urethra his nose was able to sense nothing else but the dragon's natural body scent and the rich musk that followed due to the area. The world above became an increasingly small hole in the sky while free-falling into the darkness; what little was left giving a dull shine from reflecting off the still wet tubing from the mighty orgasm from before. It was as if the scent actually became the atmosphere in this portion of the body, and with such density that he was able to feel the gravity of the outside world have less of an effect on him as his body created enough dragons with the thick medium to slow his fall. It had been just in time as the fleshy tubing surrounding him had suddenly constricted. Following the abrupt action came with it a distinct thumping with the sound of loose skin wrinkling and flapping. He deduced that Grah began squeezing and pumping his shaft with the sole purpose of slowing the fall. Not only would it slow the dive within but as well created a skin-tight suction to instead pull down the body instead of allowing gravity to do the work. His own erection felt as though barely had time to remain in a flaccid state as it sprung forth with an almost infuriating level of arousal.

Despite the descent having been slowed to the best of the dragon's abilities, Dark wouldn't find nearly as much time to wallow in the pleasures of the main urethral track. Dropping deep beneath the dragon, the wolf's body found itself twisting and sliding without friction. A sudden blast of hot air combined with the most pure of scents for any individual's semen felt revitalizing his very soul. It was then that the free-fall began once again albeit this time being much shorter lived. With a soft splat he landed softly against the heated liquid of the dragon's balls, thick enough to support his weight with what little natural surface tension he had. Allowing himself to sink beneath slightly, the oozing of liquid through every strand of fur and against his skin was too much. Loosing himself once again through a quiet series of moans and bucks of his hips, he slowly came to the realization that his orgasm wasn't ending. Whereas normally this would quickly become a feeling of great frustration the pleasure in this case began compounding upon itself with every second that passed.

Dark laid back half floating on the ocean of virile fluids unable to comprehend anything but absolute bliss; the woes of the world and aches of life having melted away. It was then that he realized he had ironically descended in to a heaven on Earth as a reward for literally uniting the world in an age of peace and prosperity under the looming presence of the giant eastern dragon.