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As is often the case for adventurers in the realm of Jizzral, this one ended not with the triumphs of martial victory, nor the bitter sting of death and defeat, but instead a third route - one particularly plentiful in this land of phallic majesty - utter and complete domination.

The first to fall was the party's Stud - normally stalwart and indomitable in the face of all dangers, the virile male was brought low by the sheer magnitude of their foe - swallowed up the massive creature's rear and vanishing forevermore as the beast they tangled with simple turned an about-face and sat upon him!

The next to fall was the party's Matron, her supple and ample milkbearing assets proving too tempting a treat for the gargantuan dragon-beast that beset the party. She was swallowed up with a single gulp, lifted effortlessly from the ground and dangled over that hungry, drooling dragon maw, before the beast's tongue reached out and guided her down its winding gullet, to the gut of doom that lay beneath.

Next came the Twink, who's attempt to flee was cut off by the dragon's impressive reach, the massive, scalebound creature simply rolling his massive bulk forward and reaching out to catch the attempted-escapee, feeding this fleshing sacrifice to his cock this time, letting the struggling, lithe little git be swallowed up by his obscenely-large dragon dick, the massive member pulling of its own accord, swallowing up the Twink to funnel down the dragon's urethra and into the massive, sloshing ballsack beneath.

The final two party members had managed to dodge to either side as that massive mountain of manflesh came crashing down around them. Thoughts of turning the tables as the dragon laid himself prone crossed their minds, followed swiftly by plans at escape as the severity of their situation set in. Both of those ideas were quickly scraped from their cognition, replaced by a new desire - one born from the dragon's loins.

Now laying exposed in this new position, the massive, man-sized lips of plenty nestled between the dragon's sack and rumphole now opened, hungry and eager to be sated like the rest of his assets, each seeming to have an appetite all their own. Those tremendous, feminine lips parted to unleash a euphoric scent, not subtle like many pheremonal treats, but instead overwhelming, filling the minds of those who imbibed it with only a single desire - to climb inside of those massive, horse-like folds, and give themselves up wholly to the dragon they belonged to.

The filthy gnoll Scoundrel of the party made the first move towards that overgrown dragon pussy, drawn in, transfixed by its stench and glory. His race harbored a natural weakness to musks of all sorts, so his fate was already sealed.

The party Wideload, a plump and masculine otter who counted himself immune to many earthly temptations due to his lack of male anatomy downstairs, took longer to falter - but that smell, that unyielding beacon, began to quickly break down even his own considerable mental defense, his willpower beginning to falter as he found himself taking slow, uncertain steps towards the cavern of wonders that awaited him. Even as he watched the gnoll offer himself up to be swallowed by those hungry cuntlips the Wideload could not summon the strength to offer any considerable resistance to their beck and call, himself squirting from his feminine nethers at the sight of that consumption, already all-to-eager for his own devouring.

The dragon sighed happily, paws moving over his belly slowly, feeling his five-course meal slowly begin digesting, assimilating their life force to fuel his own, serving only to make him even bigger, stronger, and more virile than before. It was truly the most exquisite of pleasures. While his stomach, bowels, and balls churned with the trio of fresh morsels they'd captured, his womb felt especially full, cradling the two lives it had taken hold of. They would be useful for the battle to come.

Loud grunts escaped the dragon as he hefted up his over-sized, heavily-tattooed tummy. Bolstered and fattened by hundreds of adventurers in the short time since he'd begun his journey, that oversized gut gave the dragon pleasure without end, nearly as much as the equally-oversized junk nestled below it. Massive, turgid, thick and pretty - the genitalia that adorned the dragon's frontside had an equine quality to their shape and structure, much like the folds tucked away underneath. The fat, hungry cock he sported hung dangerously slow as he lumbered from the site of the battle, ready to resume his travel after a nice nap sleeping off that delicious meal.

The heavy, sloshing orbs that hung beneath him drug against the ground with each step - each larger than even the biggest of common mortals, their payload having been brewed from many of suck stock, melting them down into reproductive fluids to further bloat his already horrendously-large sack. In truth, his girth made it difficult to get around, that handicap combined with his appetite for adventurers prolonging his quest much longer than his divine benefactor would have liked.

It was Bahamat, King of dragons that had granted him this Geas - the divine Sky Lord and master of all scalykind had bequeathed him both the power to fulfill his mission, and the terrible hunger that came with it. In exchange, the dragon was tasked with dealing with a certain town - a settlement of the Prudes that had been erected too close to an old Temple of Bahamat, the fiends clearing out the site of the fringe Bahamat cultists that still worshiped there, and dismantling the works of art to his divine radiance - calling them obscene and hedonistic to the point of bombast.

This act was not unusual for the Prudes, a society that denied and attempted to restrain the very sexuality that ran rampant through the realm - denying their own bodies of the pleasure they so desperately craved, and taking slave any who would dare indulge themselves in the forbidden erotic arts. Their intrusion upon the temple was an act of war against Bahamat, and he'd sent his best siege weapon to strike back against the vile heathens.

At last, the dragon found himself at the end of his journey, settling upon a ridge overlooking the massive Prude encampment that had been set up surrounding the Temple in the clearing below. Thousands of the little bastards were stinking up the place, already binding the remaining dragonpriests into leather and chains, as well as any other travelers that happened too close to the area.

The dragon could not help but smile despite this injustice, for he would soon put an end to it in the most glorious fashion. He looked about him, at the spent and unconscious forms of the Prude detachment he had just felled, the poor sods patrolling up the ridge and right into his reach. Cannon fodder like them would soon serve a very fitting end, but try as he might, the Dragon could not end this fight alone. Over the course of his journey, his burden grew larger and heavier with each meal, the massive twin tanks of blessed dragonseed between his legs leaving an identifiable trench in the ground in his wake, so large now that they left him almost completely immobile. The titanic shaft that they supported grew in equal proportion, now no longer within his reach to feed when fully engorged - a state it almost never left anymore.

Soft groans escape the dragon as he felt over his tummy, sighing happily as his earlier investment was about to pay off. In the many weeks that passed since their capture, the two forms he held in stasis within his womb had been radically altered, both inside and out, to better serve their draconic master, and now their rebirth was at hand. He slowly leaned forward, lifting his tail and allowing those live-giving lips to part once more, beginning to unleash the new minions he'd spent so long brewing for today's battle.

Already fully grown, the two creatures that emerged still showed some characteristics from their previous lives - but now found their forms warped towards dragonhood - their flesh now adorned with thick protective scales, with manes and thick tufts of fur still present in their pubic areas and pits, maws filled with fearsome fangs and a powerful hunger - tails thickened into full draconic might, and genitals rearranged with the duality of dragonhood, each now sporting both sexes, where before they were grace with only one.

The pair immediately set about rutting each other mere seconds after their birth, so eager to test out their new parts that they could barely hear the demands of the dragon, their progenitor, their master.

Soon his demands were made clear, however, and the sex-starved minions the dragon had birthed set about their work. They swiftly began to gather up the scattered Prudes that had been laid low by their master, and started to stuff their unconscious forms into the dragon's massive siege-cock. The titanic shaft throbbed and undulated, groaning in hunger as the dragon slowly massaged it in preparation for the load of mass destruction he was preparing to let loose.

Nearly two dozen Prudes were consumed by the city-wrecking cock before the supply was exhausted, each squeezed down that wide dragon urethra, bringing intense pleasure to its owner with each round that was loaded into him. In mere minutes, the troops were already beginning to dissolve into glorious, sanctified dragon jism, enhanced with untold power by Bahamat's blessing.

Relieved of their duty for now, the twin minions of the dragon began to fuck immediately, perched upon their master's siege schlong and rutting like they've never felt the touch of another upon their flesh before - and in a way this was sort of the case, given how new this flesh was to them. The dragon watched them with a smile, amused by the prototypes before him, the example of what was to befall the Prudes below.

Allowing his minions to explore each other while he digested his load, the dragon called their antics to a halt when he neared readiness, directing them to begin massaging and aiming his colossal cock cannon, aiming for the heart of the Prude encampment. They worked feverishly to get their master off, rubbing, licking, and even biting at his thickened flesh in every attempt they could conceive to bring him to climax.

The dragon's breathing grew sharper as he felt himself nearing climax, but winced as he felt a blockage preventing his final release. One of his minions pried apart the lips of that massive shaft that teetered on the bring of orgasm, searching for any blockage that might be preventing the load. The urethra snapped shut around him, sucking him half way inside with a single surge, leaving only kicking legs, wagging tail, and eager rump and genitals exposed. The other minion quickly took advantage of this situation, mounting and buttfucking his fellow further into that dong of devouring, each thrust pressing him deeper and deeper inside, until he too was consumed for added fuel - the remaining minion eagerly following suit and wriggling his way inside, desperate to sacrifice his flesh to further fuel his master's cataclysmic climax.

Too drunk with lust to even realize his minions dispersal as they dissolved into additional seed within him, the dragon began to roar as their sacrificed did indeed manage to set him free, the artillery cock firing its first shot with enough force to send parts of the Cliffside tumbling down into the canyon below, the massive load of enchanted jizz arcing high into the air, before coming crashing down on the city below with enough force to instantly demolish the Prude Chapel it touched down against, the impact of the shot splattering hot dragon spunk everywhere.

Shot after shot of the heated dragon gunk began to rain down upon the city, its residents entering a state of panic immediately - torn between their desire to flee, and orders being shouted at them to hunker down and wait out the storm.

While few suffered direct hits from the jizm, the true danger of the siege sperm became apparent several minutes into the sustained assault, as those near the blast radius of each impact began to feel dizzy, their bellies expanding rapidly - those without cunts growing them swiftly, as their nethers burned with unholy need for release even more severe than the normal level of hypersexuality that afflicted the realm.

Soon the true nature of the assault was revealed, the hot loads peppering the city ensuring that every single resident was soon afflicted. They soon found themselves heavy with child - not merely the swell of a healthy pregnancy, but instead the immobilizing bloat of carrying a full-grown creature inside of them.

Soon, the Prudes found themselves birthing their new burdens, their loins wetly and roughly giving birth to full-sized dragonkin - some even unlucky enough to bring forth multiple dragonspawn from their transformed nethers.

Already attuned to the will of their God, the newly-birthed dragons wasted no time in taking the city for themselves, turning instantaneously upon the Prudes that had spawned them, devouring them by maw, rump, cock and cunt - whatever method suited their fancy at any given moment.

Their annihilation was both swift and without exception, all because they dared mess with the forbidden temple of Bahamat. Such is life in Jizzral.