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It was near dusk when a wyvern flew up to the dark building towering over the city and a single figure dismounted. He strode across the suspended walk, through the lobby, up to the top floor penthouse, all in silence. The aerie at the top was dark; cavernous, and the air was chill -- windows all thrown wide open, high above the rest of the skyline. The moon was bright and low in the sky, quiet noise drifting up from the streets far, far below.

The stroke forward, shoes clacking against the scored wood floor.

"You know as well as I that the legendary Golden Dragon has been bred back into existence!" he announced to the room. "But I've learned more: he was bred as a stud, to repopulate the world with his lineage!" Luminous eyes opened behind him, their sinuous bodies slinking out into the dim light like living shadows, purple-black shimmer playing over their skin as they woke with the night.

"After our... last defeat, we know very well his abilities are even beyond those of the legend. His power is so potent he doesn't need to breed to spread his... capabilities. It's no rumor." He fished a heavy scrap of fabric from his suit pocket, sealed away, and tossed it to the ground. The wakening swarm of dragons pooled around it, their slitted nostrils flaring as they picked up a strange scent. "That's the scent of the legendary dragon, collected at great danger to myself. So now -- go and find him, and extract his potency by whatever means necessary. And come back, and with this nest empowered with his essence, I will take over the world!"

The dragons swept from the penthouse windows like a swarm of bats, some alighting on wing, blotting out the moon overhead, the rest crawling down the walls like immense scaled gargoyles, spreading through the dark streets. The scent was caught, one hissing the call to the rest, and alien roars echoed across the city as they swarmed in on their target.

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Beau, the legendary black-and-gold dragon himself, had been having a fairly boring day -- racing, loitering with Artha, the usual. On, perhaps, a related note, he found himself a little off guard when he heard the howling on the wind. He'd been off chasing pigeons, off in the more desolated low-lying industrial districts -- less humans to scare them off. Unfortunately, that meant that there were also no witnesses when the swarm of dragons erupted from all directions while he was ambling through an alleyway. They were all black-purple, like shadows in the night, but their eyes gleamed a dark purple, draconium haze rippling from their eyes in streaky lines, tracing over their lean horns, curling over the sharp bones of their long, tapering muzzles.

Dark swarms formed on both ends of the alley; a scrabbling on the rooftop made him look up to see three clattering across the low tiled roofs, almost completely blotting out the narrow slit of sky above him. He backed away, hissing, painfully aware of the crowd coming up behind him, and if that wasn't enough the back-alley doorway on his right shuddered and then exploded as a particularly huge dragon slammed right through it, smashing out into the alley through the cloud of wreckage, huge shoulders spread wide, claws churning up the dirt-packed path. The dragon opened his mouth and yowled, low and roaring, and then lunged.

Which turned out to be good for Beau; he leapt a half-second later, higher, kicking off the other dragon's shoulders and propelling him up through the eaves, smashing through the crowd gathering on the rooftoop. He took off, leaving a broad swath of ruined tiles in his wake, with the rest of the dragons in hot pursuit.

All he had to do was get to Artha, was going through his head, then they could rout these guys. He scrambled from rooftop to rooftop, leaping between the narrow spaces between them, with the yowls of a whole crowd of dark dragons right behind him. The streets below -- just a few stories down, practically ground level -- where all-but submerged, a purple-black river of shining scales. The edge of the old industrial zone was only a few blocks away, lit buildings visible above the dark outlines of empty factories and open lots. He could absolutely make it.

And that was when another dragon leapt out and practically snatched him in midair. The impact sent them both flying, tumbling down through a factory roof. They hit the ground hard with a shared yelp, seemingly having lost the rest of the dragon swarm for a moment. Beau staggered to his feet, shaking rubble off his back.

The room was cavernous, some empty factory floor, and almost pitch black, save for the ragged circle of indirect moonlight from the hole they'd made. The other dragon loomed in front of him as he rose, scales utterly black in the dim light, eyes burning purple. He was streamlined, would-be sleek save for his immense bulk, massive and looming. Beau snarled, his claws scraping across the concrete as he readied himself to pounce, and the other dragon mirrored his posture, glowing eyes billowing haze in streams above him as he too crouched, the draconium outlining the jagged shape of his skull for a moment.

They leapt. Beau's teeth snapped at nothing as the other dragon ducked, his blunt head slamming into Beau's chest and knocking him onto his side, skidding across the floor as the other dragon gave chase. Beau jerked to his feet, the other dragon looming above him, jaw open, tongue lolling out over sharp teeth. Beau clawed, legs all taut, paws splayed as he scratched furrows down the other dragon's thick hide, his lean muscles fighting against the the other dragon's heavy bulk. The dragon lunged in, jaw digging against Beau's sensitive underbelly, teeth scraping at the vulnerable spot right under his ribcage --

But the sudden shock of pain he was expecting never came, the dragon trailing lower, tongue sloppy as it licked over his sheath, looping over his balls, drawn up tight below his tail. Beau's snarl turned into a shocked yelp, and his legs kicked almost automatically, but the huge dragon just took a wet, wavering inhale, sucking in the scent of his crotch before licking again, slobbering in a long wet stripe -- over the shallow ring of his sheath, over the taut skin of his balls, curving over each fat, immense nut, half-recessed inside him. His tongue dragged hot and squirming higher, tracing the ring of Beau's asshole, the flat lapping at the tight ring, the very tip pushing in-- before the dragon drew back, leaving Beau's gold-striped hide glimmering in the faint moonlight, wet.

Beau's eyes fluttered, a rumbling deep in his throat as the dragon licked again, snout diving between his legs, and he found himself arching into the movements, paws on the huge dragon's shoulders as the dragon slurped and sucked across the sensitive hide of his crotch. A hot curl of heat spread up his stomach, winding tight just above his sheath, which was starting to fill out; his balls slowly dropped from their recessed cavity inside him. Beau found himself yowling as the dragon slurped up his cock the second it started pushing from his sheath, the flesh spilling out directly into the other dragon's maw. He groaned, forepaws spreading over the other dragon's bulky neck, his body curled in a tight circle as he rutted into the dragon's mouth, wet slurps sounding in the still night.

Then the rest of the dragons found them.

Beau looked up, crooning, to find a dozen eyes gleaming out at him from the darkness, and soon there were more, streams pouring into the wide-open factory floor from darkened doorways, even the hazy moonlight flickering as the winged wyverns swooped in, alighting on the rafters. He froze in place, eyes wide, as the huge dragon kept slurping across his unsheathing cock, tongue hanging out to lap at his balls, humid breath billowing between his hind legs.

Finally Beau jerked away. His cock pulled from the dragon's mouth with a sloppy pop, dripping filmy spit across the dragon's sleek skull. Even as the huge dragon swung up and the rest circled closer, Beau took a few ragged steps, low-hanging balls swinging heavily, smacking against his inner thighs, his cock half-hard and hanging down almost the ground, almost painfully sensitive in the cool air. Then the huge dragon pounced again, weight alone almost pinning Beau to the ground as he struggled and twisted, trying to get out.

The dragon's own cock -- and how had Beau not noticed that before -- dragged over his legs. It was fully unsheathed and dripping steadily, smearing webs of pre up the long sole of Beau's hindpaw as the dragon stepped closer. The nubby cockhead caught on his heel fins skewed to the side, the heavy flesh smacking wetly across the lean muscle of his thigh. It spurt watery trails down his hide, dripping lines that cooled fast in the chill night air.

The huge dragon ground forward, bulk bracketing Beau's body, clamping his hind legs in place even as Beau twisted and clawed -- half-heartedly -- at him, and he shoved forward, sliding his cock along Beau's tail. His cockhead pressed for a single sharp instant against Beau's asshole then slid further, his head constantly dripping as he pushed against Beau's hanging balls.

The supple skin of his sac slowly spread around the dragon's cock, one swollen ball on either side as he gushed pre into the divot between his balls, gushing shocks drooling over Beau's fat, heavy balls. His skin stretched, forming a wet, sloppy channel. Beau's legs were trembling, balls dimpling against his inner thighs as they parted around the dragon's mammoth cock, and then there was just a long, shuddering glide as he pushed forward, cock surging between Beau's thighs, grinding wet and sloppy against Beau's own length. His own cock was dripping just as much, even half-hard and only partly unsheathed, spilling in gushing lines down the big dragon's cock, their mingled fluids forming a solid burbling stream splashing to the concrete floor.

The dragon hilted between his thighs. His sheath squished against Beau's swollen balls and folded up over itself, soft and supple, bunching into heavy folds as the dragon started rutting. The dragon's cock bobbed lower, his internal muscles forming a huge swell just behind his sheath, the black-purple muscle stretched his sheath like he was about to knot Beau's thighs. Beau's spasmed, a ragged groan escaping his maw as the dragon ground against him, his own cock spitting out heavy lines of pre all across the huge's dragon's cockhead, bobbing and jerking just below his, twitching up to smack all across his shaft.

Surrounding them, swirling closer at an almost glacial pace, were the other dragons: gleaming eyes layered three deep, more pushing into view. Even up in the rafters there were eyes glowing down, bodies shuffling and shifting as the whole horde packed inside the factory building. They weren't stationary, either, rows drifting left and right, circling. Leathery swoops rang out, as the flying dragons flapped down to the factory floor or rose back up, heads craned forwards. They were clustered tight at the sides, where they got the full view of the dragon faux-mounting Beau, his own pinkish length dwarfed by the fat, heavy purple-black muscle spreading his thighs, Beau's fat, dangling balls framing the thick shaft, almost matched by those of the dragon behind him.

Beau's whole body was hot, tingling and pulsing, hot rushes snapping through him like lightning, his cock jerking and pulsing, the dragon's chest against his back blazingly hot, scales leathery-smooth, his breath like a bellows across Beau's neck. When he shifted forward, one of his huge forepaws pressing across Beau's shoulders, he let himself sink down, offering up his pert ass, tail swishing.

Heat billowed in the air between them, curling and twisting like a living thing, hot breath smearing over his hide. Beau let out a ragged mewl, jaw lolling open as the dragon fucked his thighs. His cock slopped lewdly between Beau's soaked thighs, spitting heavy bolts of precome across his stomach, heavy and viscous in comparison to Beau. Beau was dripping constantly, runny wet precome gushing from his cock, slopping all across the other dragon's spiny cockhead and gathering in runny cords at the edges of the sharp spade-shaped slope to dash across the concrete. The dark splotches below them were already spreading out, forming a glossy puddle under them.

Beau's legs trembled, hips working backwards almost instinctively to present himself to the huge dragon. His hindclaws scratched across the concrete as he spread his legs further, his entire body trembling as the dizzy heat in his stomach tightened, rushing through his insides and down his cock, a second away from coming -- and in a flash the dragon dismounted him. His cock pulling from between Beau's thighs with a sloppy burbling crash, like a running faucet, and pressed his snout there again. His nose pushed through the crests of sloppy precome coating Beau's hide, the dragon practically rolling over to catch Beau's length with his tongue, dragging it into his mouth the very second Beau let out a ragged howl and came.

His heavy balls bounced, trembling against the dragon's neck. Beau's hips pumped forward, tongue lolling from his mouth like a dog as he sloppily fucked the dragon's muzzle, gush after gush of his heavy come spraying in the back of the dragon's mouth, wetly gurgling as the dragon swallowed again and again. His tongue lapped along the underside of Beau's shaft, spiraling around the swollen base, tugging on his swollen internal muscles as if to coax them to fully distend, push all the way out from his sheath in a fearsome knot. Beau lost himself, mind pinwheeling out as he forgot about even the crowd surrounding them, about everything but the tight suckling mouth drinking down his load, gushing thick draconic seed into the dragon's mouth, not a single drop spilling past his lips.

Beau's howls turned to ragged groans and then whines, shoulders sinking down as he dribbled out his last dregs. The dragon kept suckling on his overstimulated cock for more, until it was almost painful, sensitive and rough. He shied back, hips wiggling to get his half-prolapsed knot out of the dragon's mouth, but the dragon just clamped his forepaws around Beau's hips, anchoring him in place.

It wasn't even Beau's actions that stopped him, finally. His tail was still raised, ass high in the air, and a circling dragon finally broke ranks, stepping over the huge dragon to try and mount Beau himself. He only managed to paint a wet stripe across Beau's tail before the huge dragon lurched up, roaring down at the smaller dragon, raised up on his hind legs and hissing. The smaller dragon jerked back, tripping over his own feet to get away, and then as if to stop any more dispute the huge dragon leapt up onto Beau again, mounting him in a single long thrust, mammoth cock sinking to the root.

His cockhead caught on the edge of Beau's asshole, slicker now -- the whole space from the base of his tail to the tip of his cock dripping with fluids -- and bore forward, the fat spade-tip cockhead snapping open Beau's asshole, opening the way for the rest of his shaft, slick and smooth but immense. Half of his titanic shaft crashed into him in a single heavy plunge, and when Beau's mouth dropped open, eyes lolling back, the smaller dragon figured that was an easier target and looped around, mounting Beau's shoulders and shoving his cock all the way in, dragging against the roof of Beau's mouth and almost plunging into his throat, burying Beau's nostril slits against the thick folds of the dragon's sheath, musky and heavy, rank and animal.

Beau's ass was... open, hole spread wide around the thicker-and-thicker shaft of the huge dragon, guts churning as the huge dragon squirted sloppy streamers of pre deep into his ass. His sharp little thrusts buried his cock deeper and deeper, working through some second clenching, grasping orifice deep inside to sink into Beau's guts. The huge dragon roared, mammoth cock sinking all the way in, until his sheath was bunched against Beau's gaping asshole, his balls slapping wetly against Beau's immense orbs.

There was a silence like a sharp indrawn breath as the second dragon plunged his cock into Beau's maw: sawing away, balls slapping against the heavy crest of Beau's jaw, skewing the fin down his neck. Then there was a riot, the crowd breaking the circle around him as one, every one of them wanting to push closer and get a piece of their own. Even the dim moonlight was blotted out, Beau surrounding by nothing more than a churning mess of eyes, their dim glow illuminating constantly-shifting scales, bodies all shifting and pushing as they tried to get closer.

Drooling dragon cocks slapped against his hide, heavy and swollen, gliding along the lean muscles of his neck and rocking over the nubby spurs of his skull, pre squirting and slopping down his face until he had to close his eyes. Claws and snouts touched across his flanks, their tongues almost indistinguishable from more cocks, wet and hot and dripping hot slime across his body.

The dragon fucking his mouth was shoved out of the way, replaced by another cock, spurting heavy ropes of pre all across his snout, slopping over his lips, and he made all of three thrusts into Beau's sloppy maw until he was shoved away in turn, replaced by two vying cocks, bubbling pre over Beau's lips. They slotted into his gaping mouth and dragged against each other in counterpoint, even as yet more sharply-pointed dragon cocks pressed across his open lips, sliding along the inside of his cheek.

Beau's mouth hung wide open, drooling, the overflow of pre simply collecting in the bottom of his mouth and spilling out between his teeth, dribbling in lines down his chin, all smearing along the bodies pressed tight around his head, smearing across who-knew how many bodies before it splattered to the floor.

The bodies packed around him turned the originally-chill warehouse into an inferno, hot bodies sweat-slick curling around him, the scorching air heavy with dragon musk, fresh and sizzling, acrid and almost meaty. It made him dizzy, the heat of who-knew how many dragons wafting across him, air hot even across his sweaty, slime-covered hide. The breeze of their churning bodies fanned humid, musky air across him. Each dragon had a slightly different scent, but here they were blended together into a single entity, their combined scent smelling like nothing so much as sex and heat, all fresh and wanting.

The huge dragon behind him, balls-deep in his ass, stayed in place from sheer weight. His claws dug into Beau's hide, anchoring them together as his thrusts sped up, hammering back and forth. He drew back, far enough for the head of his cock to just-barely catch against the opening of Beau's guts, and then he slammed back inside, hilting inside, a runny ooze of pre swelling up around the flushed and gaping ring of his asshole, leaking out in sloppy strings.

Each heavy thrust forced a squirt of pre from Beau's cock, only half-hard still but dripping constantly. There were open mouths running up and down his sides, curling along the line of his haunches, two or three separate tongues wrestling along his cock, all vying for the tip. Their tongues curled in tight rings around his shaft, his cockhead popping back and forth through the twining, muscular mess, open mouths blowing hot breath in too many directions, eddying up the length of his dripping cock as he let loose heavy burst after burst of pre, splashing in thick lines all across the squirming dragons beneath him.

The dragon fucking him roared, drawing back and then pounding forward with enough force to buckle Beau's legs, knees skidding forward, cock shoving deep into one lucky dragon's hungry maw. The huge dragon's cock, lodged deep in Beau's guts, trembled and then erupted. He rutted short and sharp, fucking the final few inches of his cock through Beau's gaping asshole, his swollen internal muscles sloppily spanking Beau's hole.

Beau's guts gurgled, the first shot a blast of heat lancing deep inside him, and the dragon's sharp thrusts churned up his guts. Come sloshed and streamed inside him, each blast making the sound wetter, full of wet cracks and slaps. His asshole slurped lewdly as the dragon's immense load sprayed out, drooling down his shaft on each withdrawal, making his movements slicker and slicker until his load just spilled out of Beau in ribbons. Musky dragon come sprayed out over his thighs and the crotch of the dragon behind him, the dragon's cock emerging from his ravaged ass coated and dripping, webby lines drawing out across his flushed sheath and low-hanging balls.

That final slamming thrust was all it took: Beau howled and came again, forelegs trembling, chest heaving, eyes rolling back, and his cock simply jerked up, the base slapping against his dripping stomach, and then erupted. The fighting over his cock got a lot louder, dragons snapping and snarling at each other as they shoved each other off his cock. They caught his load in heavy splashes, lapping the smeared fluid off each other's heads even as their tongues danced up and down his cock. His cock was almost fully unsheathed, internal muscles a heavy globular knot wedged inside his sheath, hide stretched and sensitive, and constantly teased by dozens of slobbery tongues, lapping around the almost-prolapsed swell of his bloated knot.

The huge dragon jerked out after spending himself, cock coated in come as more flooded from Beau's ravaged ass, jiggling lines slapping against the underside of Beau's tail, still arched high, and across his ass, practically coated already in a near-opaque sheet of white. It was impossible to tell if he stepped back or was pushed aside, or even if Beau was shoved forward, all he could tell was that they pulled apart, his sweat-slick, tacky hide peeling from the huge dragon's hind legs, and then the dragon was replaced.

New claws curled around his tail, a fresh cock poked at his ass -- and then another, and then another, three cocks scraping over the flushed and puffy ring of his asshole, bodies contorted and curled around him, one practically astride him, claws digging into his thighs as they all vied for his hole. One shoved in, cockhead ramming right against Beau's prostate, milking another squirt of pre from his abused cock, and instantly there were mouths on his cock again, so sloppy and so heated it was impossible to tell when he was in someone's mouth and when they were fighting over his cock, nothing but a constant sensation of supple-soft flesh and hot breath.

The cock in his ass jerked out, asshole gaping, replaced by another, two shoving into his slack ass in unison, pushing into his sloppy hole, and Beau whined, noise muffled by the cocks filling his mouth. He slumped forward, boneless, cocks in his muzzle drawing out with long slimy splats as he just went limp. He found himself faced with a half-dozen cocks bobbing in front of his face, all of them spurting dragon precome in messy lines across his face, a few jerking and pulsing, smacking up against their owner's underbelly, just a hair away from coming.

They arched forward, grinding messily across his face-- apparently in their eyes the leathery-smooth drag over his hide was just as good as his sloppy mouth. There was more chittering, cocks grinding against his thighs firing off, painting wet streamers across his back, cocks fucking against the sloppy-wet curve of his thigh, dripping dragon come, wet bursts coming out from the massed crowd, simply splashing across his soaking hide. It was inevitable eventually one of the cocks smearing across his face was come too, and it didn't take long.

It was impossible for Beau to even discern the dragons from each other, eyes and scales and claws and cocks like he was being fucked by a hydra; a loud moan from the side might as well have been one of the dragons before him coming, followed a half-second later by one of the cocks grinding along his snout erupting. A sharp spurt of come slapped up the side of his face and dribbled down, followed by even more hosing squirts, trickling over his cheek, the cock kicking and pulsing as it sprayed him down with heady, musky dragon come. The sloppy rutting against his muzzle drew back enough for the wet crest of the dragon's cockhead to smear over his nose, and that drowned out everything else, suddenly all he could smell the heavy, acrid musk of dragon come: fresh meat, thick and rich, as more slopped across his nostril slits.

The trio of cocks fucking him -- not so much "fucking" as raggedly jerking forward and knocking their swollen cockheads against the walls of his ass until he felt bruised and oversensitive -- finally caught a fraction of a rhythm, all of them slamming forward at once, and he skidded forward, splayed claws digging furrows in the concrete. His cock twitched and spasmed from the impact, milking an almost-orgasm from him, pre threaded with opaque white for a few pulses before he started dripping again, just as much as always. His face hit -- slowly and wetly -- the brace of cocks surrounding his head, each one like a sharp heated bar across his face, sizzling and spitting rank spurts of precome. His mouth hung open, drooling as they fucked into his mouth, less on purpose and more because it was easier to keep his mouth slack, muscles all across his body aching in ways he didn't know were possible.

Despite all the rest of it, his body was still responding, his cock practically knotted against the air, tight muscles all across his underbelly stretched and aching as the muscles at the base of his cock folded across themselves, forming an immense, stretched knot, prying its way out from his stretched, aching sheath. He was leaking like a faucet, only half-hard, and each time a cock raggedly slammed against his prostate his cock erupted, forcing a come-threaded rope of pre from his aching cock, all gobbled up by one of the countless dragons surround him.

His tongue lolled from his mouth, just raggedly panting, drooling like a dog as his body tried to cool down from the ever-present heat. His hide was slimy, coated in so much come he looked grey-silver, but over his flanks, under his barrel chest, he was sweating enough to wash trails through it, the whole congealed mess slowly sliding over his thighs, dripping onto the squirming bodies below him. They were all glistening now, the dragons' darkly-glowing eyes reflecting off glossy hides, illuminating the soaked concrete, a watery pool of collected fluid spreading beneath them, wet splashes and splatters sounding as the dragons churned around him.

One of the huge wyverns flapped down, dragons before him scattering as he landed with a wet splash and shouldered to the forefront. His wings were outspread, blotting out even the glowing eyes, and his snout was almost beaky, curving to a sharp point, teeth little daggerlike points. His lamplight eyes shone bright, reflecting off Beau's sloppy, soaked form. Beau's muscles were sharply defined, like he'd been oiled, showing every shift of his muscled chest as he panted and shuddered, body rocking from the force of the dragons still fucking him.

The wyvern's own body was illuminated too, hide sheened with sweat, his huge blocky muscles dwarfing Beau's, all dark purple-black. His cock was huge, a shining obsidian, and shimmering with a constant coat of pre, glinting in the light as it poured down into the sloppy lake pooling around Beau's body. The wyvern took a single step forward, paws sloshing through the mess, and his cock bobbed, the motion sending it skewing down and then up, smacking wet and heavy right across Beau's muzzle. Even with his mouth slack, hanging open, the mammoth cock stretched his mouth to the limit when the dragon shoved inside him, jaw aching as the bloated, heavy length shoved into his muzzle.

The nubby spines across the wvyern's cockhead were gargantuan, forming stiff bristling spikes, and they dragged over Beau's tongue, pinning it flat to the bottom of his mouth as the dragon bore down. He hunched forwards, wing folding forward so he could bring his immense wyvern-wing claw to settle on the back of Beau's head, dragging his mouth lower until Beau's mouth and throat were wrapped tight around the wyvern's cock. The uneven jolts from the trio of dragons sloppily fighting for his hole drove him forward, even beyond the slow drag of the wyvern-dragon's immense claw. He was still spraying come, not-quite orgasming, his knot just a second away from pushing into the open.

Beau gulped, mouth flooded with slimy dragon pre, the wyvern spitting and spurting in full mouthfuls, and he found himself woozily sinking forward, cracking his jaw open even further until he could bury his nose in the wyvern's sheath. He inhaled dizzying drags of sweaty musk, sharp and piercing, and it drove the heat coursing through his veins even higher. He howled, the sound absolutely plugged by dragon-cock, throat vibrating around the cockhead and just coaxing out more gushes of precome. The wyvern's cock twitched and lurched deep in his throat, jerking his entire head to the side to follow the motion.

Beau's knot finally crowned, for the first time in his entire life -- three dragons erratically pounding his flushed ass, his gaping ring slurping and drooling; his entire body soaked and steaming with sloppy lines of come; sweat prickling hot down his back, along his underbelly; his mouth plugged with dragon cock, fat balls slamming against his heavy chin. His eyes rolled back, some final muscle deep in his stomach twisting as his knot finally slopped from his aching sheath, the skin stretched and loose around the comparatively-thin absolute root of his cock. If anything, the frenzy had distracted the horde: one nimble dragon scooped along his drooling cock and wedged the entire thing, knot and all, in his maw.

Beau roared again, the dragon's mouth squeezing tight around his dizzingly-sensitive knot, but all that accomplished was the wyvern above him crying out, letting out a bellowing roar as he came too. The wyvern unloaded like a hydrant, simply pouring a constant stream of come straight down Beau's ravaged throat. Below him, in miniature, Beau was doing almost the same thing: Beau's swollen cockhead pulsed and flared, stretching the throat of the one lucky dragon, and he unloaded, huge bursts of thick dragon come erupting, all of it pouring straight into the dragon's stomach, and then, knot tied to the dragon's mouth, body convinced he was breeding, he just kept coming, cock spraying rope after rope of potent dragon come down the dragon's throat, even as his sore and abused cock softened, limp in the dragon's throat but still shooting.

The wyvern pulled back, leaving Beau's face solidly coated in white, slimy sheets drooling over his lips and into the mess below. Beau was just blissed out, eyes rolling back, tongue hanging out as he experienced the strongest orgasm of his life, cock erupting over and over again, until the dragon below him was bloated, stomach swollen like he'd just gorged himself.

The dragons didn't even notice, their frenzy so up. They'd forgotten their original purpose; just grinding their cocks over Beau's filthy form, using him until the entire raging horde had spent themselves. Their numbers dwindled, slowly, dragons fucking Beau's sloppy hole or slack mouth or just shooting over his dripping hide. Eventually they slunk away, all of them, even the one latched to his cock, leaving Beau jizz-coated and filthy, flanks heaving, bonelessly lying on his side in the glistening pool of come, thick and clinging to his flesh. He was steaming, come congealing across his body, the factory floor furnace-hot even after the horde had left. Fresh sweat trickled down his body, over his flanks, sluicing across the congealed globs of dragon come coating his hide, slowly washing it in piles to his sides.

His cock was limp, practically bruised, soft and not even capable of getting hard for a while, and his knot was finally receding, tension almost painful across his underbelly as his internal muscles tried to pull it back inside. Beau tried to wave his tail, even that motion too much for his exhausted body, sending sloshing waves through the mire surrounding him. His asshole was gaping, drooling the loads of an uncountable number of dragons, and each motion -- as he painstakingly levered himself to his feet, padding on weak and shaking legs from the factory -- sent aching pangs through his body, half-pleasurable.

All-in-all, though, next time some dragons came around to extract his potent essence, he probably wasn't even gonna try to fight.