Bar Quickie
#1 of Inches for the Dragon
This is a commissioned story for Segremores.
Segremores belongs to himself
Brokenwing belongs to himself
Mark is mine, so yeah.
This is a very adult story, with hyperphallic and vorish themes.
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Mark sighed softly, staring at his drink. He hadn't taken a single sip, since someone down the bar seemed to think that he liked Whiskey Sours enough to send him one. The brown otter had never thought himself attractive, but time and again he was proved wrong by how others treated him. He sighed, and felt a familiar aching emptiness inside starting to grow. He knew only two things could fulfill it. Food, or Cock. Since he already ate that evening, he decided it must be time for the other. He raised his long tail up slowly, to show off his round soft rump to the rest of the room. He whispered to himself, "Three... Two... One..."
And on cue a voice asked from behind, "Careful hon. If you keep your rump like that someone will just fly right in..."
"Like you?" Mark asked as his tail slowly folded down. He felt a scaled paw on his tail and shivered, blushing softly as he let out an involuntary moan.
"Maybe... Have I found a sensitive spot for my little otter?" The other male spoke.
Mark turned to look at who had his tail in his paws, rubbing over it gently. He blushed deeper when he saw that it was a large gray dragon holding his tail. The dragon had earfins and large membranous wings, each with a rich red on the underside. He had four black horns around his head arcing back, balanced two on each side of his skull. The flesh between the horns was bare, save for the grey scales that covered most of his form. The dragon wore a loose button up shirt, left open, and a pair of pants that had quite the bulge in its front.
Mark blushed, feeling dwarfed by the dragon. His own feet dangled about a foot above the ground from his stool, and the dragon's horns were nearly a foot above his head. The otter realized he was staring and averted his eyes.
The dragon chuckled and tugged a little on the tail, "Don't be ashamed of looking..." His paws ad claws worked along and caressed the thick rudder tail, "It's a good thing if you like my body..." He took the tip of the tail and nibbled on it gently.
The otter gasped and grasped the bar, panting softly at that strong sensation. He eeped as he found himself pulled off the stool by the big dragon. He looked up and back, only to find a kiss being planted on his forehead.
"Such a cute lil otter I've caught..." As he spoke, the dragon carried Mark through the crowd towards the back, where there were a series of private rooms for when the patrons got a bit more intimate.
Mark wriggled a little, but not to get away from the dragon, rather to feel that bulge in the dragon's pants against his tail and hips.
"Careful, sweetie. Don't want it getting too excited before it's free of its bonds..." The dragon chuckled, reaching with one paw to open the door to one of the free rooms. He carried Mark into the small room that had a bed, a chest of drawers, and a couch. Setting the otter down onto the bed, the dragon grinned and shut the door, locking it so that "Occupied" appeared on the outside. When he turned back around he saw that Mark had discarded his clothing fully.
The dragon chuckled at this sight and shrugged his shirt off his body. His claws deftly moved to his straining fly, revealing black fabric behind the zipper as it was undone, before he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall off.
Mark gasped. The dragon was wearing a black jockstrap that barely contained his endowments, the fabric straining firmly. On top of that, the otter estimated that the jockstrap was three times too large for the dragon's frame. He blushed as he realized his own arousal had grown to its full just from looking over that bulging jock.
With a sway of his hips that made the massive package bob and bounce, the dragon grinned and teasingly spoke, "What are you waiting for, little otter? Unleash the beast." He winked.
Mark shivered, and crawled on the bed over to the throbbing bobbing black bulge. He reached carefully up to grasp the waistband with his webbed paws, and pulled it away from and down the dragon's body. He gasped as a strong waved of musk hit him, panting softly and closing his eyes as he pulled the jockstrap all the way down. He grunted as something hit him in the chest and he fell onto his back. A heavy but soft warm weight pressed down onto his chest. When he opened his eyes he saw a massive uncut cock staring him in the face, and it wasn't even erect. He tilted his head to one side and saw that the dragon's sac was stretched out over his torso, keeping him in place.
"Sorry about that, sweetie." The dragon reached down to rub the back of Mark's head softly, "He just wanted to say hi. I think he likes you a lot. Why don't you give him a kiss?"
Mark blushed deeply, staring at the head of the shaft, wrapped in a thick wrinkled foreskin. The exposed cumslit flexed a bit, a bead of pre about the size of a small marble emerging and dripping down, releasing potent musk into the air, adding to the already overpowering odors. He closed his eyes and tilted his head, puckering his lips. There was a loud sluck sound. He opened his eyes and found the cumslit stretched over his whole blunt muzzle. He blushed deeply, and tried to reach a paw to rub the side of the shaft, before he realized that the dragon's sac was very effectively pinning his arms to the bed, along with his torso. He whined in confusion, looking up at the owner of the massive shaft.
The dragon just grinned, "Oh he really likes you. I don't think he wants to let you go." He flexed his shaft, and the whole thing pulsed, and the slit creeped up to just below Mark's eyes, "In fact, I think he wants to keep you..." Another flex and the otter's whole face was wrapped in the cock's head.
Mark moaned muffledly, writhing, but he couldn't move. Even his legs and tail were wrapped in the dragon's tail as the heat of the drooling cock gradually engulfed his whole head. He squirmed as best he could, but he could only feel his neck sliding into the heat, and hear the sluck sluck sound of the cock working over him along with a low moan from the dragon.
When the head of the cock pressed to his shoulders, hope shone in the back of his mind. The cock couldn't go any further! But then he felt the slit yaaaaaaawn open around him and whimpered softly. Within moments his shoulders were inside the cumslit, and his torso was on its way as well.
Now that Mark's arms were pinned to his sides, the dragon didn't have to pin him any longer and dragged the heavy sac backwards, over the otter's still fully aroused loins, and onto his legs, the tension from the cock around his upper body forcing him to sit up. The dragon chuckled, and wrapped a paw around that arousal, stroking it firmly but tenderly.
Mark groaned aloud, his head nearly to the base of the dragon's shaft as the cock's head worked its way to his navel, his lower arms weakly pushing about while they still could. The stimulation on his cock distracted him, made him feel weaker than the low air high musk environment inside the cock alone could. He groaned, shuddering as he felt his orgasm nigh.
The dragon gently pressed the otter's cock into his own cumslit, before the ravenous member worked down its smaller cousin, pausing every few moments to spurt more precum over the furry form it was taking in. Before long the uncut head had rounded the corner that was the otter rump and was working on the three remaining limbs.
At this point the otter felt his world shift, his legs moving on the bedspread, before leaving it entirely, and he realized the dragon was standing, the cock strong enough to keep swallowing him down and inwards while he dangled above the ground. This realization, or possibly the stronger rippling gulps around his hips, caused him to go over the edge, and he went rigid, his whole body spasming as his cock unloaded its seed against the inside of the massive phallus devouring him.
The dragon groaned and rubbed over his shaft as he felt his otter orgasm, "Mmm... good boy... almost in..." His scaley paws worked over the flesh of his stretched out arousal, feeling the shape of the male inside, "Soon you'll be all mine..."
Mark grunted, barely able to hear the dragon now, his head pressing through something very tight, and then out into a larger space. He oofed as his face presses against the other side, and he writhed weakly, confused, as the warmth was working down to his ankles.
A scaled paw stroked over the latrine face bulging from his left teste gently as the dragon rumbled pleasantly, "Mmmm... Welcome home, my little otter." With a long slow slurp, he watched the pair of webbed feet and the wiggling tail tip vanish between the drooling "lips" of his cock. He reached down and hefted his shaft upright, groaning as he felt the otter emptying out and down into his left nut, swelling it out even as the shaft contracted in the absence of the form inside.
Mark murmured weakly as he felt himself curling up in the tight chamber, hot musk all around him as his hips, then his legs started to fold in atop him. Finally his tail flopped in between his legs. He pushed with his feet but he couldn't find the way he came in. The walls started to flex and grow slick and hot, making the temperature go from sauna to oven in a few moments. Mark couldn't take it any longer and he passed out.
The dragon chuckled, his sac hanging nearly to the ground now. He sat down on the edge of the bed carefully as he felt his sac working over the form inside it, watching the otter lose his shape gradually from around his throbbing erection. As he watched his erection grew thicker and longer, gaining inches in both fields. When his left nut was fully round again, it started to shrink, while the right nut started to swell, the seed remaining from his catch balancing out between his nuts so that it was a bit less unwieldy.
Carefully he pulled his jock strap up, and groaned, "Oooh... Gonna need a new jock strap. Thanks little otter..." His chest rumbled with his pleasure as he kissed his hard cock, before willing it to grow soft, so it too would fit into the jock strap that looked about to burst from his nuts alone. Once his shaft was tucked away, he tightened the jock strap with a few well placed tugs so that his package could fit back into his pants, and put his pants back on, the straining fabric hiding where the massive loins tried to spill out of the jock. With a flick of his tail he grabbed his shirt and put it back on, heading out the door and into the club.
Working past the thinning throngs of dancers, he spotted another, larger dragon. The other dragon was mostly green in scales, and was pleasantly round in body. He was wearing a spandex leotard, which left nothing to the imagination about his frame, and showed he too was quite well endowed. Small wings came out of the back of the leotard, only reaching about six inches on either side of his shoulders. The grey dragon came up behind the green dragon and ground his now larger bulge under the tail there, against the doughy rump. He angled his muzzle to tenderly nibble the green dragon's blue headfin. "Mmm... Got a few more inches for you..."
The green dragon blushed, then slowly grinned, "Maybe you won't get it in in one thrust this time."
"We can only hope. Let's go test that out." The grey dragon grinned, and started to drag the bigger dragon back towards the room he just used.