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Michael crouched down carefully, feeling the restrictive amour bending to some extent and preventing him from doing more than a half crouch. The hard Rathalos scales making a clinking sound as he did so, rustling against the long grassy plain. Around him in a circle, three other hunters crouched in the grass. Their differently coloured and styled armour made an odd sight against the light green and yellow grass.

Directly in front of him was Jack, their ranged attacker. A heavy bowgun was folded in half against his back, his lighter, smaller armour looking out of place against the three melee focused hunters. Their armours a lot thicker and tougher to weather more hits. Of course like most things it was a trade-off. Jack was also their most nimble fighter and able to move around faster, while they were a lot more cumbersome.

He shifted his gauntleted hands together in a clasp and looked around them all, feeling the electric anticipation filling the air around them.

"So to be clear on what we're doing, so there are no mistakes..." He started, matching their gazes, "The dragonseer reported that it was in ridge area just ahead of us less than a few minutes ago. Ben and I will lead the way, we'll keep on the lowest levels and attract the beast's attention. Rick will take the high ground and look for a good opportunity to mount it, while Jack stays to the side-lines and snipes it. If it targets Jack, he's to bolt towards us while we move towards him, making sure that there is always one on the tier above him if possible."

Ben, to Michael's left and wearing the bulky, rocky suit of a Basarios with the great sword strapped to his back snorted, "I would think it would be more important to make sure we understand who has priority on the head if we down it. I've had enough of finding myself being sent flying by a teammates axe."

"Agreed," Rick chuckled, who had a Kinsect glaive against his back, "I like getting some height, but not flying in the wrong direction from a friendly whack."

Michael nodded, smiling, but it hid a grimace. The friendly fire could be funny at times, but against the stronger beasts it will extremely dangerous. Only their armour prevented them from actually harming each other, but it could lose them a critical strike. Leave a downed fighter vulnerable to the monster.

"Jack has the hardest part as he will have to find clear lanes of fire. I'll take the tail area where I'm less likely to swing at someone by accident," he motioned to his charge blade, sheathed against his back, "Ben has the head, and Rick the body. Make sure you don't get too carried away and back off in time. Knocking it down is likely to piss it off more than most things."

Michael looked up at the early morning sun, "We have plenty of time yet before sun fall, so we shouldn't fret about rushing this. If need be, fall back and heal up, patch your wounds and sharpen your weapons," He smiled hard at the group, his friends and comrades, "We hunt a Gore Magala. We shouldn't take this lightly. Be careful and look out for each other."

He stood up slowly, stretching out his muscles as he looked at the rocky, dirt ramp leading to the ridges hidden by the mountain. For all they knew the Gore Magala could be in bow shot, hidden as the area was by them. But it gave them an opportunity to refresh their battle plan and rest. Around him the group stood up with tight smiles. The Gore Magala wasn't to be taken lightly, and they all knew the dangers. The strange, aura the beast gave off. To beware the Frenzy.

They trotted up the path and shortly entered the ridge area, moving slowly as they tried to spot the dark shape of the Gore Magala. Rick moved quickly to the side, hopping up the ridges lightly until he reached the top. Michael watched the Glaive user pause in a crouch looking around, feeling a slight amount of worry. It grew when Rick stood up and twirled in place before calling down to them, confirming his fear, "It's not here! You sure this is where the dragonseer said it would be?"

Michael was confidant in his answer but looked at Jack to confirm, who nodded. They'd both seen the flash code, telling them where the monster had been.

"It must have moved on," Ben commented moving forwards and hopping up one layer.

"Already?" Michael asked Jack softly, worried, "We chose this area because it had only entered a short while ago. Why would it move on so quickly?"

The answer was quick in arriving as Rick's pained, startled scream tore through the quiet air and Michael watched his body sail down to the bottom tier near them with a terrific crash, groaning. Michael barely had a second to look at him however, just enough to note that Rick was still alive thankfully, but he'd be out of the fight for a while until he came round and healed himself.

Above them, on the ridge where Rick had stood was the Gore Magala. Midnight black scales glittering in the bright sunlight. A spade shaped head looked down at them and Michael knew it was seeing them despite the lack of any visible eyes. Ridges lining its head ran back along its body and he watched them flex as the Gore Magala stretched his wings wide. Leathery and pitch black they seemed to more than triple his size even as it roared.

Even from this far away from the Gore Michael, he felt himself sway unsteadily on his feet as the incredibly loud, ferocious roar thundered throughout the area.

"Jack! Ben! We have to draw..." Michael's voice faded suddenly as the sun's shadows, cast by the unfurled wings, began to shift without visible reason. Smokey darkness seeped from the wyvern's body before, just as suddenly as the Gore's appearance it exploded around it. Michael stared in shock and horror as the protected horns on the head unfurled, revealing the florescent purple feelers. The dark mist of Frenzy surrounded the monster and Michael struggled to get his voice back, surprised at how quickly they'd sent the monster into a rage.

"Draw its attention from Rick! Split up and get either side of it!"

Despite the moaning figure of Rick, curled up on the ground, and the shock that filled the group, they were experienced Hunters. They quickly got over their shock and moved out, sprinting towards the beast. Ben had barely moved out though before the wyvern leaped off the ridge and barrelled into him, claws slashing. Michael leapt up, drawing his sword and slashing down as Ben fell back with a cry. He missed by centimetres as the Gore jumped to the side, tail whipping violently into Jack who had tried to flank it.

In less than 5 minutes into the hunt Michael found himself the sole person standing against the Gore Magala who turned to face him slowly, growling deeply. He watched in almost slow motion as his shield tried to rise up and the wyvern leapt towards him. In one blink his vision filled with the black plates that made up the Gore's exoskeleton as the creature body slammed him. He felt a moment of intense, sharp pain to his chest as he flew backwards before his vision faded completely as he blacked out.

Michael didn't know how long he'd been unconscious but something felt wrong. His body ached all over and he couldn't open his eyes yet but his other senses were working just fine. He wasn't sure how but he wasn't just missing his armour but his underclothes as well. He could feel dozens of scratches over his body that didn't match with the bruises he received from the attack. It wasn't a bed or the rough dirt and rocks from the ridge beneath him either but solid, cold rock. It was worrying because he'd expected to either wake up back at the village, or not at all.

That wasn't the strangest part though. That was the odd shuffling, panting noise coming from somewhere slightly behind and above him. He couldn't think of anything like it, the shuffling quickly becoming a wet, almost slick schlurping. The heavy, powerful breathing above him was becoming more erratic.

It took a surprising amount of effort to even open his eyes to the point of a slit, and he looked around him, finding himself lying on his back as he stared up at a well-lit, rocky ceiling. He could tell from the natural lighting and slight breeze that he must have been close to the entrance of the cave. It took several long moments before he could managed to tilt his sore head to the side, and he noticed his friends either side of him, likewise stripped bare and on their backs within touching distance. They were all coming around but Rick, the first knocked down, seemed fully awake. However instead of looking around, he was staring with an unidentifiable expression at something high up and down the length of their bodies.

It was a struggle to raise his head and open his eyes fully but Michael quickly saw what Rick was staring at, and what was causing those weird noises. The Gore Magala was sitting on its hind quarters in front of them, hind legs spread, and one resting on his torn chest plate. It wasn't hard to guess that it was the wyvern that had stripped him. The right fore claw however was what drew his eye, pumping furiously up and down a massive, draconic cock.

There were no balls or sheath but the slit common with reptiles, and the over a foot long shaft protruded from the dark, puffy lips. It wasn't a single colour but went from dark purple, almost black at the base towards a lurid bright purple, nearly pink tip. The whole length resembled the scales of the Gore Magala, covered with plate like ridges from base to tip. The maleness was covered in a sheen of slit juices and white, viscous pre that dribbled freely from the cock head.

The claw was pumping up and down its length, the tip pointed almost directly at Michael's face. He watched the slit in the tip spurt another thick wad of pre, quickly adding to the shiny, wet coating of the length as the claw passed over it and back down. The sound of the wyvern fapping was getting louder and wetter as it slowly sank into Michael exactly what he was seeing.

It was an odd fusion of shock, awe and horror that filled Michael as he stared at the masturbating wyvern. The mottled shaft was dripping pre on a pooling puddle of clear fluid beneath it and he watched the Gore's head turn to stare at him. He'd never seen one of the larger beasts erect before during his whole career as a hunter, yet here one was, massive erection dripping messily near them. That it seemed to be getting off to their naked bodies was what made it so horrific to Michael.

Indeed, after noticing Michael was awake and fully aware of what he was doing it seemed to drive the monster closer to the edge. The claw sliding up and down the wet length was getting erratic, shifting in shorter, sharper motions. Michael could also hear its breathing becoming more laboured and he watched in dread fascination as it quickly reached the inevitable conclusion.

With a snarling grunt, the purple black cock throbbed visibly, the black claw pumping hard, before a torrential flood of thick white seed shot from its tip. Michael almost slammed his head back against the rocky ground as the moment the Gore Magala came, he pointed his ejaculating cock at Michael and he received the full brunt of the powerful first rope of cum.

Michael closed his eyes just in time as the sticky, hot cum splashed over his face and body but there was nothing he could do stop it splashing into his stunned mouth, halfway through a shocked gasp. He immediately began to cough, flinching as rope after rope of the thick white spunk splattered all over him. He barely had time to think through what he'd swallowed uncontrollably as the incredibly pungent musk and flavour hit him. The hot, freshly ejaculated seed coating his tongue was incredibly rich and flavorful; incredibly strong and sweet. He couldn't deny immediately liking the taste, no matter how distasteful the source of it was.

The sheer amount of semen quickly coated him head to body, and despite having his eyes closed, Michael could tell from the sounds made by the others and the lessening force of cum against him that the monster was coating everyone with his seed. His nostrils, overwhelmed by the suddenness of the scent began to register the incredibly pungent musk that filled the air. It overpowered everything else; steamy hot and powerfully musky it filled his lungs with each breath. Michael blinked his eyes clear, swaying slightly on the ground as he wondered why he felt so light headed. He could almost see the freshly spilt spunk steaming the daylight as he gazed up at the rocky ceiling, feeling his naked body covered in thick white semen like a second, heated skin.

He didn't know why, but the splattering of seed was actually soothing, like a balm against his sore, aching muscles and stinging scratches. However it wasn't just soothing. He could feel his muscles and limbs going to sleep as if exhausted without the pain. All he could do was just manage to shift his view to see the black monster more clearly, those sharp claws wrapped around the pulsing shaft, stroking it slowly as it pumped out rope after rope of seed. It was astounding just how much semen the Gore could produce and Michael momentarily wondered just how big its testicles, hidden and protected by those hard scales.

There wasn't an inch of his body or the area around him that hadn't been painted white by the monster, and gradually the shaft stopped ejaculating, only a thin dribble of spunk leaking from the tip. He recognized quickly that there was something similar to the Frenzy affecting him, but whether it was from the odor of the ejaculate, something his absorbing into his skin or what he'd swallowed of it he didn't know. He was however, feeling much weaker than he should be; able to see clearly, and just move his head to observe his fellow, cum bathed hunters and the monster, but there was no way he'd be able to get up and make a run for it.

Finally, seemingly satisfied with his accomplishment, the Gore Magala snorted and let go of his drooping cock, claw dripping with spilt cum which he ignored. Michael watched the monster look over them, observing his work, tail swishing slowly over the ground behind him. Dread filled him as he wondered why the monster had even bothered with this extra layer of paralysis. The monster could have eaten them all before they'd recovered enough, but it had waited long enough for them to wake before bathing them with its cum.

The Gore Magala swung his head over to focus his attention on Michael and seemed to consider him for a unbearably long time before moving onto the other hunters. Michael watched the head hover over the others and flinched as a long, red tongue flicked out over its lips, wetting them. There was no mistaking that universal act or the hungry, dark menace that seemed to hang in the air, melding with the pungent musk and smell of spilt seed. The wyvern hadn't just ejaculated over them as a mark of dominance or to shame them before leaving them alone. It was closer to prolonging their fate. Letting them all be awake and aware, but completely helpless beneath it. Maybe the Gore wanted to add some seasoning as well; a rich, thick coating of sweet cum. Helpless and unable to do anything but observe, Michael watched as it reached for the body of his fellow hunter, Rick.

Rick was powerless as he watched monster move onto all fours and reach towards him with a wingclaw. He was coated completely in the Gore's paralysing seed, unable to do more than just twitch a muscle. There was no mistaking the wyvern's intentions for him and he didn't even have the strength in him to cry out as the claws scooped his messy, limp body. He shook and wanted to scream for help as the monster's maw opened wide in front of him but all that came out was a whimper as the Gore gripped him none too tightly.

He stared at the short, sharp teeth gleaming wetly with saliva and the dark, seemingly bottomless throat beyond them. There was nothing he could do, not even raise an arm, as the jaws widened further apart and he was brought towards the waiting mouth. Rick flinched as the wyvern turned him round and slowly lowered him into the awaiting mouth. His legs touched down softly on the warm, rough tongue, which flicked up in response and licked across his bare back.

"Please," he managed to whimper, "Don't eat me."

Rick didn't know if the Gore Magala actually understood what he said but the monster seemed to understand the meaning behind his plea and paused, Rick's legs resting in his mouth. What Rick wasn't expecting was the wyvern to chuckle darkly, then the tongue to not simply lick up his back but rub roughly against his rear. The tongue tip flicked roughly against his uncovered balls and shaft, licking off some of its own seed and Rick couldn't prevent the shiver and moan of pleasure despite his doomed situation.

He was then lowered without much more hesitation into the dark, warm mouth of the monster. His legs slid across the rough surface of the wyvern's tongue and seemed to slip easily down into its throat. The hot, wet throat muscles squeezed snugly around his feet and lower legs as gravity pulled him down relentlessly.. Rick could feel the Gore's claws loosening their grip on his body as his torso passed the teeth and was nearly dropped into the wyvern's maw. Then the Gore let go and Rick's head just missed the razor sharp teeth, landing on the saliva slickened tongue.

Rick, no longer held by the monster was nevertheless helpless as he lay on the rolling pillow of a tongue. He looked up above him, quivering as he watched the deadly tips of the upper row of teeth coming down slowly towards him. All he could do was shake in fear as the light illuminating the wet, red flesh of the mouth quickly disappeared until he was left in absolute darkness as the jaws closed around him.

He bounced softly on the warm tongue as it licked across his backside, slowly rising at it let gravity pull him further down into the throat. He couldn't move his arms to stop his inevitable slide, and his voice so weak had been exhausted by his first plea of mercy. Inch by inch he slid down into the tight throat. The rippling muscles dragging him further in were strangely soft yet hot against his skin, squeezing him snuggly as he moved down to his chest.

Rick was starting to struggle to breathe. The lack of fresh air was being compensated for by the wyvern's own breath. The rank, hot air rushed over him, filling his own lungs as he shared his breath with the monster. It didn't take much longer until only his head remained out of the hungry throat. The throat muscles squeezed and dragged him further as the monster swallowed and Rick gasped, only to choke slightly as he swallowed some of the hot, bitter saliva.

The soft muscles were still strong enough to squeeze against his entire body snuggly and Rick struggled to breathe through a face full of hot, wet rippling muscle. The little air he was managing to breathe was even hotter than before, smelled and tasted almost acidic. Yet the rank air was all he had to breathe as the muscles rippled around him, dragging him quickly now down to the monster's stomach.

The first sign of the stomach was the surprising suddenness of the lack of tight muscles gripping his feet. Hot air surround his feet, then his legs and before he could think too deeply on it, he slipped into the stomach. The tight, cramped conditions forced him to immediately fold his legs as they splashed down into a pool of hot, acidic digestive fluids. Where he'd been able to fit full in the throat, almost as if he was standing, in the stomach he found himself forced to almost curl up.

He coughed as the hot, acidic fluids splashed up into his face, burning the inside of his mouth with the bitter taste. The air was even hotter than ever in the stomach, making his whole body tingle with the hot, humid air that filled the stomach. He'd barely settled in before the stomach walls, apparently having been relaxed, quickly clenched around him. Squeezing him in as the amazingly strong, damp walls surrounded him, pressing in on all sides of him. Rick wanted to yell out for help, to cry, but the Gore's weakening seed meant he was still weak, barely able to keep his mouth out of the stomach fluids. He knew this was the end for him. He would digest slowly in the stomach of this monster until he became nutrients, feeding the Gore Magala with the strength to fight even more hunters.

Michael watched the bulge of his friend travel down the monster's bared throat before disappearing. Rick didn't even make a bulge in the Gore's belly and Michael hadn't been able to help his friend in the slightest, only watching in a sick horror as the wyvern did a very human belly rub, licking his lips. Michael's arm twitched and he agonisingly slowly pressed down on the ground and surprised himself by moving raising his upper body up slightly.

The Gore Magala wasn't as distracted as he'd thought however, and the wyvern's head snapped up, seeming to stare at him. Michael froze, watching the hidden feelers twitching slightly beneath their protective scales on the black scaled head. It seemed to stare at him for a long while and Michael couldn't figure out why it hadn't already picked him up and eaten him. The other two hunters were still prone on the ground, barely twitching, yet he was showing some resistance to whatever was in the Gore's semen that was weakening his body.

However, after some consideration the monster reached forwards and picked him up with a wing claw. Michael had regained a bit of motor control but he could still barely move or resist the claw that wrapped around his chest. His growing fear was tampered with confusion however as the wyvern moved back a bit, instead of eating him, he began to wonder exactly what it was doing.

Then it did something very unexpected and rolled onto its back, the claw holding Michael high above it. He got a better look at the underside of the wyvern for the first time than the first time when all he had been able to focus on was the massive, pulsing cock. The belly scales seemed a lighter shade of black and were smaller than those that covered its top. Looking further down Michael could see that the Gore Magala was still slightly hard; the long, cum slickened shaft was lying floppily against its belly. Even as he watched it was drooling a small amount of pre onto the softer belly scales. Inevitably he found his eyes wondering even further down. Below the slit was a dark, puckered hole. The Gore's tail hole seeming to be the only spot of the monster's body that wasn't covered in scales, instead a black flesh that seemed to meld from the Gore scales into the wrinkled, winking hole.

Instead of being brought towards its mouth Michael was surprised when the Gore began to lower him the other direction, past the ridged cock and down towards the wyvern's asshole.

"Wait!" Michael tried to cry out, though it came out barely louder than a whisper, "Don't put me-"

He was cut off as the Gore growled, most likely displeased at the noise rather than actually understanding what he was saying. He was held half a meter from the wyvern's tail hole, but even from that distance he could smell a darker, heavier musk over the pungent spunk. He was beginning to guess what the monster was about to use him for and dread filled him. The Gore had already masturbated over their bodies and Michael tried to bottle down his imagination of exactly what it had gotten off to. Their naked bodies? Him eating them? Or had the monster planned to do something else to them...

Excruciatingly slowly the Gore lowered Michael towards its tailhole, and Michael stared at the puckered hole in horror, unable to resist or stop his descent. The dark, earthy musk quickly grew stronger and heavier, overpowering the smell of spilt seed. With a grimace Michael turned his head to the side and tried not to breathe in too much as the Gore lowered him enough so that his face was pressing against the soft, hot flesh.

With the side of his face pressing against the puckered entrance Michael couldn't but help pay attention to the feel of the amazingly warm, softness against his cheek. The incredibly strong, potent musk that filled his lungs with each breath. He wasn't in the dark about sexual acts and there was no mistaking what the Gore Magala wanted from him when it growled angrily.

The hard claws pressed against his head firmly, hard enough to smear his face against the soft musky flesh, yet managing to be gentle enough not to crush his head like an egg. The hot feel of the rear against his face overcame his own warm blushing at the situation. All he could breathe now was the overpowering smell of the Gore's anal musk.His lips were pressing unwillingly against the tail hole now as the monster shifted the grip slightly so Michael's face wasn't side on any more but face first into the wyvern's asshole. He was unable to stop himself from tasting the outer flesh as his lips brushed against them.

Michael was shocked at the musky, earthy taste that filled his mouth. He didn't want it to be so. He wanted the monster to smell, to taste disgusting. To truly hate what it was doing to him. Instead he'd liked the taste of the wyvern's hot, sweet spunk. He had enjoyed the potent musk, and now he found himself liking the dark, earthy taste from the rear of a monster.

Unwittingly his tongue flicked out and brushed against the puckered hole, tasting the soft, warm winkled flesh pressing against his face. The earthy musk was even stronger than before, quickly flooding his taste buds and before he could stop himself his tongue licked the rear again, longer and slower.

The Gore Magala let out a slow, pleased growl and Michael let out a startled grunt as the monster pushed his face harder against the tailhole. It was obvious that he was doing what the Gore wanted him to do. Part of Michael wanted to stop the movement of his tongue against the hot flesh yet he couldn't. He'd just seen one of his friends eaten and it was a obvious guess that if he didn't please the Gore he would be next.

Face pressed against the wyvern's body, he thought he could feal Rick shifting around in the monster's belly and hear his faint pleas for help. Even with the weakening paralysis from the cum bath he managed to shake with the confusing fountain of emotions that filled him. He wanted to cry, to fight the monster, but instead he was willing licking the Gore's rear.

Michael's tongue was beginning to press harder against the opening, spreading it open as it slipped inside the monster for the first time. The rush of incredibly strong musk almost made him choke as his tongue licked against the smooth insides. The taste was shamefully delicious and Michael couldn't stop himself from pressing even deeper, entirely of his own volition.

It was the oddest sensation, willingly rimming a Gore Magala while one of his friends was struggling in its belly. His tongue ran across the monster's remarkably clean anal passage. Unlike the puckered, dry flesh on the outside, the inside tunnel was remarkably smooth. The inner muscles were hot and moist, smooth against his tongue as he licked around the inside of the Gore Magala. The deeper he sank his tongue into the wyvern's rear the stronger the dark, earthy taste that covered his tastebuds.

So instead of pulling back as part of him wanted to, he was pressing his face into the Gore's rear, trying to press his tongue deeper into the loose tunnel. Unfortunately for Michael, even with his nearly enthusiastic turn of attitude towards the rimjob, it didn't seem enough for the Gore Magala. The claws restricting his head movement began to press downwards and Michael gasped in shock, almost choking on the heavy musk that filled the air.

His face, already pressed against the tailhole had only one way to go and Michael closed his eyes as his head was pushed roughly inside the monster's rear. The hot, musky rear, loose around his tongue was tight against his face as the moist muscle clenched around his invading head.

He couldn't believe the Gore Magala had just pushed his head into its rear, and he was struggling to breathe through the soft, hot tunnel wall pressing against his face. Every breath he took was a struggle; the air was thin on oxygen and heavy with the monster's anal musk. Hot and thick, the earthy, musky air filled his lungs with each breath.

He couldn't pull back either, not that he suspected he had the strength to even do that without the claws holding him in place. He could not just hear but now feel the massive wyvern's pleasured rumbling, and deep inside the Gore's belly he thought he could hear Rick's quiet whimpers. Once more he couldn't hold back his tongue from exploring outside his mouth, tasting the deep reaches of the monster.

The flavourful musk was even stronger than before and Michael could feel the Gore's reaction to his continued licking as the anal passage rippled around his head. Soft and warm the inner walls shifted underneath his tongue, full of the incredibly intense musk. It was a struggle to stay fully aware of what he was doing as he breathed in more and more of the anal musk. Every breath filled him with more of the dark, earthy aroma, while all he could taste was the monster's earthy, dark flavor.

He should have hated what he was doing but he couldn't bring himself to. He was almost disgusted that he was enjoying his situation. The delicious musk that filled his mouth with each lick. The soft, hot walls squeezing his head snugly, shifting in response to his licks.

Michael wasn't sure how long he was like that, head buried inside the Gore Magala's rear, rimming him deeply, before he was almost yanked out by the wyvern. Michael panted heavily, blinking slowly in the bright light as he looked up, past the fully erect, ridged shaft and at the Gore's head which was pointed towards him. He would have collapsed already if he wasn't being held up by the wing claw.

Even now that he was clear of the slightly gaping hole by a good meter, his nose was still clogged with the musky aroma. He could barely think straight as he looked up at the black scaled beast, panting heavily. He was exhausted, barely having gotten an adequate amount of oxygen before, and his mind felt foggy. He should have been terrified still by the Gore but he wondered if he would even cry out at that moment if the monster ate him there and then.

Michael had the impression that the wyvern was considering something else though as it wasn't lifting him towards its mouth. The eyeless head had titled in a humanlike expression of pondering, before putting him down on the cum splattered floor none too gently. Though Michael did notice that the Gore had lowered him slow enough to not bruise him, which wouldn't have mattered if he was on the dinner menu.

Unfortunately for his friends, it seemed they were still on it. The black wyvern rolled off its back and moved to a sitting position, once more showing off his massive, ridged cock, still hard and throbbing with each spurt of pre. Leaving Michael on his back, and he suspected purposefully placed for a clear view of what the Gore was doing, the monster reached forwards and picked up Jack. Jack seemed to have managed to gain some motor control and wriggled in the grip, crying out weakly for someone to help him.

Even though Michael had managed to recover faster than Jack he was still incredibly weak and there was nothing he, Ben or Jack could do to stop the inevitable. Michael couldn't stop himself from watching with pity and shame at his own survival as those wide jaws opened wide. Jack was lowered into the awaiting mouth and Michael watched his long-time friend disappear from sight, creating a bulge in the scaley neck that traveled down quickly into the body.

Despite having quickly eaten two fully grown humans, Michael could barely see the slight extension of the belly scales as they stretched two accommodate the filled stomach. He watched the purplish black shaft throb excitedly as Jack settled into the belly, a large blob of clear pre spurting out of the tip and splashing directly against Michael's face causing him to flinch. Despite his reaction he couldn't stop the tentative lick his clear his lips as the hot, sticky pre-seminal fluid mixed with the still warm cum covering his body.

The sweet, musky flavor was weaker than that of the first true load of cum that Michael had tasted but there was the definite hint of what was to come from further stimulation. The Gore shifted his sitting positions o that his hind quarters were flush against the ground. The very base of the shaft was almost touching the ground, and Michael had an inkling of exactly what the monster was about to demand of him when it reached towards him once more.

The stubborn, angry part of him was quieter than ever as the wing claws wrapped around his chest, lifting him up. Unlike before he didn't even struggle, surprising himself at his compliance. He didn't feel like he'd given up, but he didn't feel the disgust from before as the Gore pulled him closer and lowered him with surprising delicacy onto his feet.

Michael struggled to stay on his feet as he stood before the erect wyvern's member. It had been soft when he'd first rimmed the beast, and he hadn't been paying much attention to it, but up close it was truly formidable. The entire, mottled black and purple length was covered in a slimy sheen of spent seed and pre-seed. Easily more than two feet in length it went from a large, thick base protruding from the vent lips to a narrow tip from which he could see the cockslit spurting pre all over the shaft. Despite its smooth narrowing from the large base to the tip, the cock was anything but smooth and Michael couldn't but help stare in fascination at the ridges that encircled the length, overlapping each other to form a half dozen layers of scale looking formation.

It wasn't hard to understand that like the Gore Magala itself, its cock was no gentle, loving thing. The brutal organ was, despite its appropriate size for the monster, brutally large to Michael, and the rumbling growl that was building in the Gore's throat only emphasised that it was something he was going to have to be intimately familiar with. He cast a nervous look at the small bulge in the belly beyond the erect length, and flinched as he thought he heard one of his friends cry out. There was no guaranteeing that his pleasuring the monster would save him from that fate, but it was almost certain that refusing to would only result in the rounded belly getting fatter.

Almost gingerly he reached out with both hands and gripped the length softly, noting how his touch brought forth an extra-large blob of pre. The cock was surprisingly hot beneath his hands, and soft enough that there was a bit of give as he ran his hands down its shaft. He could feel the sticky coating of sexual fluid clinging to his hands as they bumped down the hard ridges.

Up close once more to the Gore, the slowly clearing smell of anal musk was quickly being replaced by the smell of the wyvern's heady arousal. Like the anal musk and the taste of his cum, the smell of arousal was intoxicating for Michael. He'd barely been standing in front of the monster, proudly displayed before him, before he was leaning towards the maleness. Musky and tantalizing, the aroma seemed to fill his body and, uncontrollably, he could feel himself getting hard, his erection puny beside the monster he was holding.

Michael ran his hands along the hot, slimy cock, feeling it throb gently underneath his grip as more and more pre dripped down its tip and over his hands. He could hear the Gore growling low and pleased as he masturbated the wyvern slowly. He was surprised at how he was actually pleasing the monster considering how small his hands were, compared to the cock he was pleasuring.

He wasn't sure how long he spent running his hands up and down the Gore's maleness before he found his lips pressing against the side of the cock. He hadn't even been aware he had been leaning into the Gore's groin, but, now that he was essentially kissing the cock he didn't pull back. The hot organ pulsed against his lips as he kissed it, the sweet, warm taste of the coating of pre and cum making him kiss even deeper.

His body reacted similarly, pressing up against the dark shaft, smearing still warm, gloopy cum against it. His own, bared and hard shaft rubbed against the hotter, harder maleness. He was aware that he'd lost any reluctance as he kissed his way up to the tip, licking the delicious cock occasionally, yet he didn't care anymore. He loved the rich, sweet taste of the pre covered cock and didn't even feel ashamed that he was practically hugging a wyvern's cock as he tried to get it off.

His tongue bumped along the ridges as he worked up the length, and Michael found himself fascinated by the changing texture of the soft organ to the hard, bumpy ridges. This close to the Gore's pride, pressing, grinding his body against it as he kissed and licked the tip it was impossible not to think further on that maleness. To wonder just what those hard, numerous ridges would feel like inside him. It was almost a natural follow on from rimming, then sucking off such a dominant. To then bend over and be taken like the female he was playing the part of, though for a creature so much larger than him that was impossible of course.

That he had changed his opinion so vastly about the Gore surprised him, even as he ran his tongue over the soft, warm tip. He had started off hunting the creature, only for the roles of predator and prey to be reversed. He'd watched it eat his friends and rimmed it, all the while covered in its spunk. He should have been terrified, not enjoying it as he orally pleasured the wyvern, trying to ignore the shifting bulge caused by his friends in front of him. Their cries muffled by the thick flesh, muscles and scales.

His lips parted softly around the pulsing tip, a near constant trickle of pre seed filling his mouth now. He swallowed happily, enjoying the sweet, addictive flavour. His hands pumped along the shaft, trying to coax more of the delectable, natural lube out. He hadn't been sure about how much he could manage from the start but he found inch after inch of the purplish tip filling his mouth as he lowered his head down on the Gore Magala.

It was awkward at first for Michael at first as he tried to adjust his position so he could keep grinding his own erection pleasurably against the wet, rigid organ while sucking the same cock off. His hands were roaming the impressive organ, masturbating the same monstrous cock that was filling his mouth as he began to bob his head down onto it.

The slick, wet sound of his hands rubbing against the lubricated shaft seemed to meld with the faint sounds of his friends muffled cries and the wyvern's deep, pleasure filled growls. A surprising feeling of hunger was developing in him as he drank down more of the warm, sticky pre and he worked more of the thick length into his mouth. Quickly the tip was bumping against the back of his throat and Michael almost groaned as he looked at the enormity of the challenge. He'd barely taken even a portion of the delicious dick into his mouth and he wanted more of the soft organ inside him.

He'd never deep-throated before, yet he it didn't stop him from trying. His throat clenched reflexively as he slowly eased the throbbing, spurting tip down and into his throat. The Gore's suddenly deeper, more contented growl only served to remind Michael he was exploring sexual acts in the service of trying to get a Gore Magala off. A male Gore Magala.

Michael had long gone past the point of caring though, and concentrated on trying to ease more of the thickening length down his throat. It was a struggle for him at first; the monster wasn't slim in the slightest, but he quickly found a method that worked for him as he bobbed his head deeper and deeper with little choking. His tongue licked across the underside of the warm organ eagerly, deprived of the throbbing tip to lap at.

His own erection was growing painfully hard as it rubbed against the larger, hotter cock and Michael almost flinched at the sensation as it ground across several ridges. It felt amazingly good and he pressed himself even harder against it, seeking to get himself off now as much as he sought to coax another, feast worthy load from those large, internal balls.

He was having to bend over now to take more of the formidable dick down his throat. Even without looking he could feel its impressive size causing a bulge in his throat, similar to that his friends caused in the still slightly shifting belly swell that Michael couldn't but help stare at as he sucked the wyvern off. Yet what attracted his attention was the other bulge. Growing at the base of the fearsome maleness was a big, fat knot. That such a girthy shaft could get even thicker shocked Michael, though it seemed oddly fitting for the Gore Magala's cock, making its formidable cock even more so.

The thick smell or arousal that filled him with every breath seemed to get stronger the more the pleasured the Gore Magala. The taste and smell of the monster's erection just made Michael even more determined to make the Gore Magala climax. He wanted to taste that rich, sweet delicacy again. To feel the large cock throbbing against his own as the black scaled beast cummed inside his mouth, to get a proper stomach load of seed and not the accidental, pitiful amounts he'd swallowed before.

Michael was aware it was a strange sign of trust that the Gore wasn't holding him in place as he gave the beast a blowjob, unlike when he'd given him a rimjob. Whether it was because he felt that Michael had a sufficient threat looming over him now about joining his two friends in his belly, or because Michael was eagerly sucking him off without a guiding paw, Michael didn't care. He had free reign to get the monster off, and he really wanted to the Gore Magala to orgasm; the threat of being eaten or not barely crossed his mind now as he sucked the massive cock off.

The first sign of the approaching climax nearly passed by Michael as in his peripheral vision he noted the Gore's wings stretching slowly out, curving slightly to surround him. He paid it no mind however, absorbed in the blowjob he was giving the monster. The thick shaft was throbbing harder than ever in his grip, the globs of pre spurting from the tip more frequent, and Michael was having to swallow often to keep up.

Michael barely registered the monster's growls had sharply peaked before he was caught unaware as wing claws suddenly latched onto the back of his head, in the middle of deep-throating the wyvern. Held in place, Michael could do nothing but stare at the human swelled stomach as the mottled shaft began to throb powerfully. He barely tasted the first massive ejaculation as it pumped a large rope of the balls freshly churned seed directly into his stomach.

If the wyvern hadn't held his head in place, the sheer force of the explosive climax would have forced him back off the pulsing shaft. Instead, Michael's head barely shifted as rope after rope of thick, creamy spunk was pumped into his stomach. It wasn't more than 30 seconds of being unable to breath, a massive, throbbing cock lodged inside his throat, before the torrent of seed became too much.

The hot, thick semen filled his mouth rapidly and Michael groaned in delight despite his lack of breath. Incredibly rich and sweet the fresh seed overflowed from his mouth for a short moment, Michael unable to swallow, before the Gore his head back enough so just the tip remained in his mouth. Freed from his deep-throating, Michael barely managed a deep breath before he began to swallow the mouthful of seed which was immediately replenished. The hard, ridged shaft pulsed which each rope in his hands, and Michael barely even moaned as his own shaft, rubbing against it climaxed.

His smaller load spurted over the wet shaft, quickly being stained by the overflow of white, musky cum that he wasn't able to swallow. Unlike before, where the Gore Magala's load had bathed his entire hunting party, the sole point of focus for the massive beast's orgasm was his mouth, and Michael soon found himself overwhelmed. He pulled back off the twitching tip with a gasp, unable to deal with the torrent of cum that he'd been trying to drink down. The seemingly never ending flow of semen began to shower him, his hands almost unconsciously retaining their grip of the slick shaft so it remained pointed at him.

Michael closed his eyes and braced himself as the monster bathed him in a fresh layer of steaming hot semen. His lungs burned from the exhaustion of oxygen since he'd foolishly tried to drink down every drop of the fantastically delicious cum. His head swirled foggily at the overload of taste and seed that had filled him. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes but it already felt like his stomach was fit to burst from the semen he'd swallowed.

The familiar weakening effect was flooding his body again, though less strongly compared to before and he sagged slightly against the still ejaculating cock. The slight angle change meant it began to pump its load against black scaled belly, splashing off against Michael's back, completing his covering in seed.

After a while the Gore's climax calmed down and Michael blinked his eyes clear and stared at the, somehow, still hard cock. The mottled, black and purple shaft was now coated in a matching thick layer of white, creamy seed. It was impossible to even identify where his own cum and painted the dark cock white. Unlike before though, the shaft wasn't even sagging slightly, instead standing upright, a spear of steaming, dripping white semen.

The black and white belly that filled the background shifted and Michael look up dreamily at the Gore's eyeless head that tilted towards him, shifting slightly as it seemed to observe his cum bathed body. The fear of being eat had completely vanished from Michael, those jaws could open and snap him up and he wouldn't resist or cry out. When the head pulled back Michael had the suspicion the wyvern's deep growl was full of satisfaction at the result of Michael's coating of spunk

Instead of eating him though, it moved to all fours, nimbly avoiding Michael's wavering body and moved towards the final hunter. Michael turned to watch and the simple action caused him to stumble and land on his rear with a splash on the thick layer of semen covering the rocky ground.

So it was on his rear he watched the Gore Magala calmly pick up Ben, who hung there limply, as if resigned to his fate. Though Michael did note the wide eyed, eternally shocked expression so it was possible Michael's blowjob had done that instead. The monster didn't stop to play with his food, instead turning his muzzle towards the rocky ceiling and opening his maw wide. The claw holding Ben held him high, his bare, cum covered body almost brushing the ceiling, before the Gore let go.

Michael was reminded of watching someone chuck a grape in the air and catch it in their mouth, swallowing it whole. Ben disappeared from view and Michael could follow his passage as a large bulge appeared in the throat before the jaws even snapped closed. Ben moved quickly down, black scales speckled white with spilt seed flowing smoothly around the meal before Ben disappeared into the belly.

Until now it had been possible to think the swell was from the Gore being slightly fat, or even just a normal state for it. Now with three humans filling its stomach there was no denying its glutted state. The generally streamlined body instead devolved into a well-rounded, fat belly. As Michael watched he could see it shift slightly as someone struggled weakly inside the monster's stomach.

It was an odd sensation for Michael. Even with doing the rimjob and the oral, he had never really been alone with the Gore Magala. Now suddenly it was just him and the black wyvern, alone in a daylight lit cave that was covered in its expanded semen. The air was thick with the smell of cum, musk and arousal yet Michael barely paid it heed, instead watching the Gore feeling strangely fatalistic.

All his friends were now slowly replacing the seed that he had swallowed so eagerly. The huge loads that now carpeted the rocky ground and his body in a steaming layer of white, creamy cum. He'd rimmed the monster. He'd sucked it off, even eagerly, willingly deep throating it, yet he wasn't sure what else he could do, what the Gore Magala would want to do to him next. He only mildly suspected he wasn't going to be eaten, at least at that point because the Gore had passed him by for Ben.

Lowering his head the wyvern licked his lips and padded back towards Michael who hadn't moved from his seated position on the sticky floor. Michael wasn't overly surprised to see that, swinging between the Gore's hindquarters, its massive erection seemed to be back to full hardness. It was oddly fitting that the monstrous amount of semen it produced matched its stamina. Michael felt a shiver at the idea of how long it might take to get the bobbing shaft soft for a reasonable amount of time.

Michael watched as the Gore Magala moved to stand before him, cock slick with cum and once more dripping more pre onto the messy ground. It stood there for a strangely long time, the silence only broken by the irregular dripping sound of the clear pre splashing on the floor. Even the regular, growls of pleasure that Michael had grown strangely used to only made the near silence even more obvious as the large wyvern seemed to consider his next step.

Michael watched mesmerized as the Gore's lips peeled back slightly, the tongue licking those sharp, startlingly white teeth and Michael felt a chill run up his spine. The claw reached towards him but he didn't flee, instead watching it with a mild sadness that this was the end. Then, instead of grabbing him, the claw pushed him down, so he was flat on his back, gazing up with startled confusion at the beast.

He'd thought he was going to disappear into that black monster's gullet, never to see light again, but instead it had him pinned with a forepaw. The Gore Magala then began to move forwards and it was like the monster had eaten him as it dawned on him what this position would mean. Pinned and vulnerable beneath a obviously horny, male wyvern that had shown no care before that he was a substantially smaller human and also male.

It was only a change in position but a shiver of fear ran up his spine as Michael stared at the slowly approaching, swinging cock. It was one thing to orally pleasure it, but that the Gore was going to fuck him with that monstrous cock just filled him with a confusing welter of feelings. He'd enjoyed sucking it off and had even wondered what those barb like ridges would feel thrusting inside him. The Gore Magala was just too large though for him to take, though the wyvern didn't seem to care as his hips lowered to level up its maleness with Michael's body.

He should have struggled. He should have at least attempted to resist but instead Michael found his legs spreading in anticipation as the tip moved between his feet. Head tilted up he could the tip of the cum covered shaft almost spitting pre-seed in the monster's lustful hunger. Above that however, almost filling his vision past the black scales of the claw pinning him, was the evidence of its other hunger.

The bulging belly, fat and round from the stomach filled with his friends was highly evident as the Gore Magala prepared to fuck him. It was on odd thought that the beast that had eaten his long-time friends was going to fuck him. Michael shivered as the wet, hot length brushed up against his leg, the tip quickly reaching his rear. The tip poked none too gently against him, smearing warm pre against his arse cheeks as it worked to line up against his entrance.

Michael let out a whimper as the Gore paused, hips bent slightly as that hot, wet tip poked up against his pucker, just beginning to spread him open. The pause of movement was almost excruciating as he tried to mentally prepare himself for the penetration. There wasn't much he could do though as the well lubed cock was incredibly large, and covered with barb like ridges, which would soon be dragging at his insides.

The claw on his chest tightened slightly, though not enough to cut off his air supply, and the wyvern growled deep and loud. In a blink the wyvern had thrusted forwards, sinking almost half a foot of the rigid girth inside him. Michael's cry was more of a carnal scream as a cock much larger than any humans slammed into him without mercy.

It was like a lightning storm of feelings inside his head as his shocked body tried to adjust to the thick cock that had penetrated his rear. The heavy stretching hurt like hellfire, but there was no denying the pleasure. How strangely good it felt to have the monster's pride filling his ass. So hard and hot it spread him beyond anything he thought possible.

Looking down his body he could see the bulge made by the intrusion, before he let out a uncontrolled groan of undeniable pleasure as the Gore pulled back. The barbs lining the several inches of monster cock inside him flared on retreat, plucking at his sensitive insides.When just the pre spurting tip remained inside him, the wyvern thrust back in without mercy, wasting no time in beginning to breed Michael.

Michael's mouth was locked open in a near permanent groan as the overly large cock slammed into him repeatedly. Such a brutal cock felt like it was nearly breaking him in half as the Gore worked it deeper and deeper inside his ass with every thrust. Despite the pain, Michael found himself nearly lost in the pleasure of being fucked by the beast as the ridges rippled along his anal passage on the way in, before scraping of the pull back. The heavy coating of freshly spilt seed helped complement the heavy amount of pre the Gore was producing for lube. Each thrust slid surprisingly easy into Michael until his tightness stopped the momentum of the thrust and the wyvern would pull his hips back for another pump.

Michael rocked with each thrust, the claw pinning him preventing his body from simply sliding across the ground as the maleness slammed into him. He shouldn't have been able to take it at all but the Gore Magala somehow made it fit, crouching low and close over him as the hips bucked.

He could see the deformational bulge made every time the hot, hard length thrust back into his inadequate body. Above him, he couldn't but help stare at the fat, engorged belly of the beast, rocking with every thrust. It was a humbling situation, acting like a female for the much larger male who had just eaten his friends. He wasn't even resisting as the creature's cock pounded his ass raw, the wet sound of its movement filling the air with the deep, pleasure filled growls of the wyvern.

Hot and thick, the well lubed cock slammed into him repeatedly,those black scaled hips bucked in a lustful frenzy. He'd thought he'd felt stuffed before when he'd attempted to swallow that last load, but this reached a new level. The tapered tip seemed to reach impossibly deep inside him, the girth spreading him wider open with each thrust.

Where he should have been in extreme pain from the massive girth he was instead full of ecstasy as he was bred by the Gore Magala relentlessly. There was no holding back because of his smaller, weaker body as the wyvern thrust powerfully into his anus, taking him as if he were a female wyvern in heat. He didn't think the monster even cared he was male as it rutted him.

Those barbs he'd found himself fascinated by before were constantly stimulating his anal passage. Flaring on the pull back, Michael could do nothing but clench his fists and moan like a slut as his mind blazed with pleasure. He'd long since ceased caring about any shame about being a monster's bitch, instead he was growing to love it. To love the feel of the hot, slick shaft plunging inside him as if he was nothing but an extremely tight fleshlight.

He knew that his friends were trapped inside his breeder's stomach, slowly being broken down and turned into nutrients.Nutrients that would likely be used to replace the large amount of semen the Gore had ejaculated all over him and inside his mouth, a third load likely to be emptied inside his ass. Fast, long thrusts powered the other species member hard inside Michael's massively stretched rear. He wasn't sure how much more he could take as the Gore pressed ever deeper inside him, the seemingly never-ending shaft working impossibly inside Michael.

Michael didn't know how he was even taking the monster's malehood as it fucked him. Those snarling,,heavy growls were getting louder and harsher. The thrusts into his violated body grew erratic, no longer the steady, demanding thrusts from before. The answer to how much of the fearsome length was now ramming inside him was quickly answered as the steadily increasing girth suddenly evolved into a foreboding wall.

His normal, delighted groan from being mounted turned into a startled gasp. Somehow, he'd managed to forget about the big, fat knot thumping away at his stretched anus. It also signified that, despite all of the problems with the difference in their size, the deformational bulge running down his body was the Gore Magala's entire shaft.

The fat belly was now hovering above him as the wyvern's hips bucked with shorter, harder thrusts, the big bulge demanding entrance. Michael stared at the ever present reminder for his possible fate as he rocked with each thrust. To be swallowed like a bite sized snack and spend his last moments in its stomach. Instead his sore, aching entrance was slowly being forced open to accommodate the knot as the wyvern neared its peak.

Michael knew there was nothing he could do to stop the seemingly inevitable insemination of his self by the monster; the claw pinning him grew tighter as it held him still for the knot to pound away at his rear. Whether or not his body could take the thick bulge, let alone the load that was waiting in those hidden testicles didn't seem to concern the wyvern. Bit by bit the knot pounded him open before, with a shuddering growl that quickly developed into a full blown roar, the Gore pulled almost all the way back then thrust back in without restraint. The monster's maleness disappeared inside his body like an illusion and the knot pressed against Michael's ravaged entrance and kept going.

Michael almost blacked out, letting loose a ragged cry as his asshole stretched to accommodate something that shouldn't have been able to fit. The thick knot lodged inside him, an immovable bulge tying them together, sealing his rear against any leakages, He barely had time to register what exactly he was feeling as the wyvern's entire malehood locked inside him before it began to throb.

There was no mistaking the powerful, heated throbbing of the Gore's pride inside him. He could almost count the two distinct throbs before the third unleashed the tsunami of fertile seed into his rear. There was no thinking clearly as the wyvern pumped rope after rope of his thick, creamy semen into him. The wyvern's roar died down to a throaty, consented growl as it seeded Michael.

Freshly churned cum flooded Michael's insides as the Gore Magala climaxed for the third time, yet there was no decrease in the sheer force of the ejaculation. Those thick ropes of seed pulsed inside him with each demanding throb of the shaft. In seconds Michael could feel his body swelling to accommodate the monster's ejaculate as it filled his system.

Michael let out a uncontrollable burp as the hot spunk began to fill his already full stomach, forcing air out. His belly began to swell as more and more cum pumped inside him with only one way to go. He was being used like a fleshy condom, a dump for the beast's cum. He couldn't even feel the pulses of seed anymore, just the faint sensation of the cock throbbing in his abused rear.

He burped again, blushing as the inappropriateness in such a situation, before coughing lightly as the rich, potent seed trickled into his mouth. Luckily for him Michael only had to deal with the one coughing fit to rid himself of the excess seed as the Gore's climax settled down. However Michael couldn't begin to relax as he felt the monster tensing up, the content growl of orgasmic bliss becoming harsher.

The cock inside him began to swell, completely unlike the orgasmic throbs of ejaculation. Michael groaned uncontrollably as the thick girth, already snug inside him, spread him even farther open. It was an uneven bulge and Michael could follow its slow path inside him. He couldn't figure out what the monster was implanting inside him, but it wasn't the soft, quick pulse of ejaculate.

Even if he wanted to he couldn't complain as the hard, oval shape pressed against his raw, sensitive inner walls making him moan. Slowly the shape reached the tip and Michael's groan changed to a gasp as a hard, solid oval was deposited inside his cum filled body. It was impossible to mistake what was now resting inside him. The Gore Magala had used like a toy for pleasure, having him rim then suck off the beast. Then it pinned him down and took him like a female wyvern, hard and heedless of all the differences between them. The Gore had inseminated him truly, and then finished it off by impregnating him with a big, fat egg.

It was a confusing eruption of feelings that filled Michael as the Gore Magala's throaty, happy growl filled the air. The beast had eaten his friends one by one as it had, despite his current willingness, technically raped him at first. Then it had impregnated him, giving him a child, a hatchling. He looked up in a dreamy haze at the belly stuffed with his friends. He couldn't hear their cries anymore, just the slight rumble of heavy digestion at work. He wasn't even sure he felt that horrified by what was happening to them anymore, just pity that they had been punished for hunting the monster while he'd been rewarded.

The claw pinning him relaxed and moved to the side, the need for holding him down finished with as the wyvern shifted its haunches to a more comfortable sitting position while they waited out the deflation of the knot. Michael placed a hand on top of his swollen belly, marveling in the feel of the sloshy cum around the solid egg. Already he was leaving behind his life as a hunter, and looking forwards to his new life as the Gore Magala's bitch.

*** 2 years later ***

Michael moaned needily as he rocked on his hands and knees with each thrust of the barbed shaft. The small wyvern's body snuggled up against his, biting down on his shoulder lightly as the hips bucked with lustful need. The maleness fit snugly into his well lubed and loosened rear, pounding it without restraint

Michael looked up in front of him where the adult Gore Magala lay on its side, relaxing, with a half hard erection dripping with spent seed. A smile formed on his lips as he moaned underneath the younger monster. Like Father like Son, the two were incredibly horny creatures, and Michael enjoyed every moment of serving their needs for pleasure. His son had introduced the mating bite and Michael found it somehow made the sex even better as the young male would often pin him down and breed him hard. Smaller than his father, their son was by no means lacking,and managed to spread him wonderfully wide without straining his body.

He didn't want anything else in life, he felt so complete serving as the Gore Magalas' female. He'd made some simple clothes from shed scales for warmth during the colder days, but otherwise one or both of the monsters provided enough warmth. Curling up around him at night, often after a vigorous breeding. Pleasuring them, sometimes alone, sometimes both at once filled his days and he wouldn't have it any other way.