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Escape

Part 4

Punishment

Finally. Finally, he got himself out of there. No longer in control of that rapscallion of a dragon!

Mervyn tried to keep his thoughts optimistic as he proceeded wandering through the woods. He has been going for a couple hours into the day, the sun being at its zenith on a hot afternoon. Straying through the woods once again he was reminded how unsuitable his body was for this kind of work, like he noticed last time. Only this time there wasn't a judgmental dragon he was bound to, not anymore. He has sneaked away while it was sleeping, and there he is, wandering through the woods, having nothing but a branch he picked up earlier in case he has to fight off some animal since he didn't have his sword anymore. The sound of his footsteps, the branches and leaves crunching beneath his footwear, filled his mind. Wandering off with his thoughts he tried to distract himself from knowing that he was lost, nowhere to go and probably just waited on to end up as someone's prey. But that's better than being with that abusive dragon any longer! That beast probably would have eventually killed him anyways.

Despite the recent events, with the domination plays, being a couple hours back, he still felt the back of his head hurt when he was pressed onto that tree trunk by the dragon's rear. He still felt the spot on his body ache where the dragon grasped his throat with its mighty claws and nearly choked him to blackout. And those spots of the dragon's seed in his clothing seem like they'll never cease to be there. His light prison-guard-armor was soaked at some points with the seed of the dragon, still remaining from the things they did previously. Just like parts of his body, the armor was filthy from being on the forest's dirty and leafy ground so much. He couldn't tell if his body hurt so much from having slept the night on the floor or from being violently pressed onto a tree's trunk.

Every time his thoughts wandered off to what the dragon did to him he shuddered and paranoidly turned around to make sure that this scallywag wasn't following him, despite knowing that it would probably would be still sleeping where he left off.

Oh, he would be in trouble. He will be in trouble. Once that dragon wakes up and realizes that he has sneaked off it will not hesitate to track him down. He wasn't sure if a dragon would be able to trace where he went over that large distance but, to make sure, he better hurry up and gain as much space as possible. Who knows what other terrible things this beast is going to do to him when it finds him. He either would be recklessly killed off or maybe he gets to be tormented and abused again before the dragon decides to get rid of him for once and for all, punishing him for that betrayal. And no one would ever know about his death or what happened to him. Even when that dragon for some reason shouldn't happen to find him, he could die out here by something else. Maybe starvation. Or killed by another predator. Anything could be lurking in those bushes. Or could swoop down from the sky. At any time…

His thoughts kept wandering off, straying through the forest is quite monotonous. And exhausting. He tried his best to focus on his surroundings, instead of keep thinking of those sinister scenarios and events he has come past. This is wildlife. Nature. Home of savages and feral creatures. He needs to be careful, if he doesn't want to make up someone's meal.

The sun was still shining, heating everything up on the ground. Even in the forest, the temperature felt warm. Hot, more likely. The feeling of being dehydrated gradually became intense over the time, being impossible to ignore at the moment. He needed to drink something! -That's what his mind was all about at this point. But there wasn't an opportunity of getting water where he was and the places he strolled by. Something like a river, maybe even a lake, would be convenient. He desperately needed some water. Mainly sweat, which was constantly running down his forehead, caused the feeling of lacking liquids. His mouth felt dry. It seemed like his energy was drained, noticeably reducing the speed of his progress in moving forward through the woods.

It got worse and worse the longer he continued to wander, his steps turning into slow and heavy trudges. He eventually felt like he could barely move any further. He decided to stop for some time and take a break. He tumbled a few more steps forward and dropped himself onto a lying tree which apparently once fell over. Sitting there for some time surely wouldn't do any harm.

As Mervyn sat down he sighed deeply, bothered by the exhaustion. His entire body was heated up, way warmer than usual. Trying to relax he leaned forward, his arms leaned on his legs. Having a pause from the hard time moving through the woods in that heat, his thoughts went off once more as he just stared down to the forest floor, taking in the noisy ambience of the forest.

Maybe there was still hope. He could stumble across a path and find a traveler, who could probably help him. Or find a settlement. But both were unlikely, he was far out in the wilderness. This place doesn't look like a good place to settle down or to build travel-routes through at all. He needed to get out of here. As soon as possible.

Just as he decided that it was best to move on he suddenly, within the noises of nature's life, noticed something -one noise sounded like something rushing. Like the flow of a river. Moving water.

He immediately turned his head around, into the direction he thought he heard the water from. His face drew an expression of relief. Without hesitating he picked up his branch and moved towards the location he assumed the fresh water would be, proceeding more carefully than before, since the river could attract other animals who want to drink too. Careful, but still hastily nonetheless from the excitement of soon getting to drink fresh, cold water.

The noise gradually got louder the more he proceeded along the trees and bushes to the water quell.

Through some scrubs in front of him he spotted the light being reflected of the water's surface the waves formed. His eyes widened from the beautiful sight. Without paying attention to acting cautious he ran to the riverside, sort of jumping through the bushes. As he reached the river he immediately got to his knees right in front of the water, tossed his branch to the side, undressed the gloves and held his hands into the water. Feeling the liquid coolness on his skin made him sigh in relax. Putting the palms together he moved some water up, out of the river. Instead of immediately drinking it he lowered his head, splashing over his face. Again, he sighed from the calming coolness. Then he proceeded to drink the water, moving up amounts with his hands holding it to his mouth. Being so relaxed from getting a break from all the exhaustion of straying through the woods at this incredibly hot day he didn't pay any attention to anything around him. He spent some couple more minutes, kneeling on the riverside drinking water and moving some into his face every now and then.

After some while he began to look around some more. He turned his head to the right, glaring down the oncoming water flow, seeing some beautiful mountains reach over the trees in the distance. Despite being in this overall desperate situation, he smiled at the sight. Nature's beauty is unique, and wonderful in its own way. Especially seeing it untouched like that. No boats on the water, no houses covering the entire riverside, no large empty spaces from where humans cut down the trees, just wilderness. This was different from everything he has seen before. He felt gladness as he was reminded of nature's beauty.

Mervyn spent some more time staring into the view he had. Feeling like he was set free from his current set of problems, the dragon who might be tracking him right now or the fact that he had no idea where he was. His thoughts went off again. While glaring at the breathtaking view he fantasized about how it would be like living out here. Completely on your own. It would be difficult, since humans just were made to live in packs, but he wouldn't find that lifestyle bad…

He looked around some more. At the opposite riverside was nothing special, just some more trees, making the rest of the woods behind it seem dark, a little out of this place.

He turned his head to the left. Just like before, his gaze wandered along the river side, the sun reflecting beautifully in the water.

Suddenly he spotted something dark and big at the opposite side, way back in the distance. It was far away. So far away he could at first not tell what it was.

He focused his glare, narrowing his eyes a little.

That…that looks like a… another dragon?! He immediately froze, the smile he had quickly depleted. His eyes widened as he proceeded to stare in disbelief. He couldn't exactly make out the exact color of the scales, because the sun was in his eye reflecting in the water, but he recognized that it was darkly scaled nonetheless. As he continued to stare he also recognized the wings, which were comfortably folded to the back. It had its head lowered, the maw in the water. Most likely drinking too. That was definitely a dragon!

He continued to stare. Watching the dragon in the distance, the head moving from the movements of the tongue picking up small amounts of water and bringing it into its maw.

He should be safe being so far away. If the dragon was so distanced from him that he could barely make it out, then he would be surely far away enough to not be spotted by that dragon itself. At least when he wouldn't move.

He still didn't do anything, he just stared at the dragon, not sure if he should be amazed or horrified by the sight. Considering what the last one did to him, horrified. But dragons were still interesting creatures after all. They were the representation of beauty of power.

The dragon eventually finished drinking and lifted its head up. As Mervyn continued to stare he suddenly spotted that the head was tilted, probably from scanning if everything was clear. After focusing his glare a bit he saw that the head from its front- it was tilted into his direction.

His heart skipped a beat as he flinched for a moment -still not moving away. He could feel the dread rush through his body. His breaths became heavier. But the dragon, it wasn't doing anything. It just had the head tilted. Did it even see him? He was quite far away. On the other hand, dragons probably had enhanced vision. Or maybe the dragon is just, like him before, enjoining the view…

While Mervyn pondered what would suggest that the dragon spotted him and what wouldn't he anxiously waited for the head to turn away. Still kneeling there, frozen. But the head didn't move. That dragon just stared into his direction. Now where he looked at it more directly, it seemed like it was staring directly at him…

He has to get out of there! Rushed with adrenaline Mervyn hesitantly got up, grabbed his pair of gloves and slowly backed away from the riverside, still not making any sudden movements, to not draw attention in case he hasn't got the attention of the dragon before. He had his gaze locked on the dragon to make sure that it wouldn't come after him, and to make sure the head wasn't moving with him. As he reached the bushes he turned around and hastily walked away from the riverside. Quickly disappearing behind the bushes, he still regularly turned his head around, making sure that his behind was clear. Despite being out of that visual range of that dragon he still felt dreaded. He wasn't comfortable at all with being around this part of the forest any longer, now where the dragon was there that, might have or have not seen him. If it has, it knows that he is here. He would be in trouble. Having two dragons come after him he would surely not survive long.

He suddenly heard the sound of what sounded like wings flapping. He froze again and nervously looked around, scanning all directions and the sky by hastily turning his head around. He was just about to proceed to move forward as he spotted a dark-red flash rush through the corner of his eye, somewhere up in the sky, and a large shadow flew across the floor, making him freeze again and stare into the sky. He felt that dread increase, making him fearfully pant again.

Being in panic he spontaneously started to run. Just ran, away from where he thought he saw the flash. Not really knowing what direction he was going but that didn't matter right now. Turning his head around every now and then to make sure that this scaly beast wasn't right behind him.

Having his glare faced back forward he suddenly saw that shadow rushing over the ground again.

He stopped and turned around, just to spot the dark-red dragon swooping down from far behind into his direction -most likely where he was standing.

He flinched again. Not knowing where to go he just headed for the nearest tree. Just as he got past the trunk he hid behind it, his back sticking to the tree, using it as cover. Just seconds afterwards, he heard a dull sound and felt the ground vibrating. The dragon has just come in for a landing and just got on the ground, not too far away from the tree he was using as concealment.

Mervyn pressed himself onto that tree, making himself as small as possible to make sure none of his body parts would be somehow visible, sticking out of his cover.

Being hidden away behind the tree he had no orientation of where that dragon exactly was or where it was moving. He had to with difficulty hold himself back from peeking out of his concealment to make sure that the dragon wouldn't be getting past it, discovering him. If he'd peek out of his cover now he'd take the risk of being spotted, that impact felt like it as just yards behind the tree. The only thing that gave him an approximate orientation about where that dragon was, was the sound of the slow and heavy breathing it emitted, probably a little exhausted from that rash flight it just had. The panting was close, sounding like it was, just like the impact, just yards behind him. He heard the dragon growl slightly, probably in annoyance of having lost the pesky human out of its sight.

Mervyn hold his heavy fearful breaths back to prevent being heard and discovered, and killed, by the dragon at the other side behind that tree he was huddling behind.

“I know that you are here, little man!" he suddenly heard the deep powerful voice loudly say behind him, the words resounding in the depths of the woods.

The dragon apparently knew that he was hiding around here somewhere, but, luckily, wasn't aware of that he was right behind that tree.

“Show yourself, and I will go easy on you" the same voice added, sounding like it came from a slightly different location. The dragon was moving around.

The dragon was moving around, looking for the human. He heard the leaves and branches crunch under the dragon's mighty paws. The sounds of the dragon snooping around made him panic more, making it even harder to hold himself quiet, to prevent himself from heavily breathing. The noises, the dragon made, gradually became distant. He heard the dragon dig around in some bushes, somewhere way back. Mervyn dared to peek around. He still needed to ensure that he wasn't about to be discovered.

He leaned to the right, his head looking around the tree trunk. It didn't take long till he spotted the dragon. It was facing away from him, luckily. He saw the dragon from its back. He knew it was risky sticking out of his concealment for that long, but he still dared to take a closer look…

He examined the robust tail of the dragon, twitching around from side to side. The wings were held to the back but still fold out a little, giving a look on how enormous they were. The dragon itself looked massive! Just the height of the back was easily twice the size of him. This scaly beast was no one to be messed with! As if there was any doubt.

He saw the dragon lift its head up, holding the snout into the air before it inhaled deeply multiple times. It was scanning the air for his scent. All of a sudden, he saw the body move and turn around. Just as the front turned into his direction he quickly got back behind the tree, pressing his back onto the trunk, hoping that the dragon didn't see him. Again, having trouble holding his heavy breaths back.

He heard the steps of the dragon and the air inhaled through its snout come closer. Eventually so close that it sounded like the dragon was just a few yards away from the tree.

“Oh, there you are!" it suddenly said with a playful tone. The voice sounded like it was coming from the other side of the tree, right behind him.

Mervyn didn't even bother to look back at the dragon, he immediately took off sprinting, leaving his cover making a run for it. Sprinting, along the other trees, having to dodge out bushes and branches laying on the forest floor. Just seconds into running as fast as his legs and energy would allow he heard the dragon angrily roar after him, intensifying the adrenaline in him, making him run even a little faster. Regularly glaring above his shoulder, to see if that dragon was behind him, the dragon quickly disappeared behind the depths the trees he got past formed. He was out of the dragon's view range for sure. Despite knowing that the dragon couldn't see him anymore he kept running, gaining as much distance as possible before eventually stopping.

Running out of energy he came to a halt. He felt a little safer now -likely he has escaped. But he wasn't sure at all if that was true, just like before, that dragon could come after him and swoop down again any time.

Paranoidly looking around Mervyn ensured that this dragon wasn't anywhere near him. Turning to every direction and glaring into the sky over and over.

“What are you running from, Mervyn?"

He suddenly heard another deep voice behind him, in a playful tone. Mervyn immediately flipped over, and was stunned by what he saw. It was the white-scaled dragon! The dragon he sneaked away from in the first place. The dragon who forced him to bust it out of that jail, then took him into this forest and exploited its superiority all it liked. It just stood there, creeping over a few bushes, having a sinister smirk, seemingly reaching from horn to horn.

After some time of staring in disbelief he decided to run away from that dragon as well. He took off sprinting into the other direction, running slightly slower than before from the exhaustion from the previous attempt to escape.

He didn't get really far until he felt a painful impact, striking him from the side, causing him to roughly fall over and harshly hit the forest floor, falling over with so much force it has send him rolling.

For some moments, he just lied there on his front until he realized what just happened. As he tried to get to his back to see what has struck him he noticed how his body incredibly hurt. He was injured.

After painstakingly managing to turn over he saw the dark-red scaled dragon he ran from before, the dragon he saw at the river, slowly approach him. Combat ready, baring its fangs, showing off the claws. Mervyn tried to get back but as soon as he began to move the beast leaped to him, pressing the human down with its mighty paws, holding him in place. He tried to get the forelegs off his chest which were painfully pinning him down, into the ground. He grasped them and pulled but with no result. Despite knowing that there is no way his strength could somehow overcome the dragon he kept trying to free himself, being terrified by the dragon's furious look of the head held right above him. The dragon was still baring its teeth, showing off the mighty fangs. As Mervyn still didn't stop moving around in attempt to free himself, to try to get away once more, one of the dragon's paws, which was pushing down by the chest before, to his throat, grasping it tightly. Mervyn's hands moved from attempting to push the foreleg off to pulling on the paw which was holding his throat, restricting his breath.

“Yield!" the dragon loudly roared, right into his face, tightening the grasp on his throat some more. Mervyn just terrified looked up the foreleg into the dragon's anger-filled eyes.

Despite panic making his mind unclear, he realized that the dragon wants him to abandon all movements, all attempts to free himself.

Staring into the fearsome eyes of the dragon with a frightened expression Mervyn hesitantly moved his hands away from the paw, which was still tightly grabbing his throat, hesitantly holding them up as a sign of submission. He hoped that the grasp would loosen when he'd submit, but it was still as tight as before, leaving Mervyn in panic.

“Well done, Kaxir" another deep voice said, coming from somewhere in the distance.

He felt the grasp loosen, allowing him to properly breathe again. Mervyn looked around, inspecting from where the words came. He spotted the white-scaled dragon drawing a pleased smirk. Mervyn looked at the dragon with a pale face, having wide eyes.

“I'll take it from here for now" the white-scaled dragon added, as it approached, slowly getting closer to him.

The paws let go of his body, allowing him to move again. The dark-red scaled dragon backed away from him a little, allowing the other dragon to take over him. Mervyn pushed himself up into a sitting position as he glared up to the dragon.

“I hope you didn't forget about my reward" Kaxir, the darker dragon that tackled him down before, said to the white-scaled dragon who was standing right in front of him by now.

“Sure" it responded. “Just give me some time, then we can get started."

The head turned back down to him subsequently, the facial expression visibly fill with anger.

“Mervyn!" the dragon roared, having a fearsome tone in its deep voice.

Suddenly one of the paws grasped him by the chin, pushing his head up. Mervyn tried to pull the foreleg away from his face, not getting it off an inch. The dragon moved its enormous head closer.

“You thought you could run off and betray me?" it spoke.

Next to slightly whimpering in despair Mervyn didn't reply.

“Tell me, Mervyn, what were you going to do? Were you heading back to the prison to get those knights onto me again?!" it added as the paw suddenly slid down from his chin to his throat. His whole body tensed up as he felt it being grasped.

In shock, he still didn't respond.

“Speak!!!" the dragon shouted as he began to tighten the grasp.

“I- I didn't!" he cried out after yelping pain. He had his hand on the paw trying to pull it off. But it seemed like the paw just pressed a little harder as he pulled. Not being able to take the torment he tilted his head aside, tightly shutting his eyes.

The dragon just proceeded to fearsomely stare him into the closed eyes, most likely thinking what it should do next, in which way it should exploit its dominance to punish him.

The scaly head turned away from him, turning to the other dragon.

“Kaxir" it spoke to the dragon “Why don't you help me teaching him a lesson?"

Kaxir responded with a short and eager nod and started to approach them, focusing his glare on Mervyn, sinisterly smiling into his terrified face in excitement. Meanwhile the white-scaled dragon moved over Mervyn's head, pinning him down by his shoulders from behind to ensure he wouldn't try anything, making space for the other dragon who was getting nearer to him. He took his head up as far he could, to watch the approaching dragon.

As Kaxir stood in front of him he felt his fear increase even more as he realized that he has nothing left but to wait for the dragon to make a move. But Kaxir did nothing but look him over for now, the breaths becoming uneven as the smirk started to intensify on its scaly face.

(Sexual part begins here)

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“Make sure he doesn't move" it said to the dragon who was pinning him down. Kaxir's face gave him one last grumpy look down to him before it turned around, looming its rear in front of him, the huge tail nervously twitching from side to side.

Its front lowered and the hindlegs stretched up, giving him a better perspective on the sheath of the dragon, showing those enormous balls to him. Kaxir's head, which was looking back at him over its own body, began to draw a diabolically seeming expression. The eyes narrowing a little with an evil smirk in addition. The hindlegs took a few steps backwards, now standing on each side next to him, positioning the crotch right above him.

He felt his body being pressed down a little more by the other dragon's forelegs, ensuring that he can't get away, that he can't evade what the dragon above is about to do to him.

Mervyn watched the ventral side of the dragon loom above him, threateningly moving around, slowly shaking from side to side, the head staring down to him, smirking. He was horrified by the sinister apprehension he had, and more horrified that he had no hope of getting away once more. He was helplessly at the mercy of the decisions Kaxir would pick, how to punish Mervyn for his attempt to flee his master.

“Nnnngh…" Kaxir tried to hold back a moan as it started to talk, the voice disappearing in its heavy aroused breaths, the dragon still not letting an eye off him “…hold the head in place!" it shouted to the other dragon, the one who kept him down.

Mervyn felt one of the paws which were pressing him down move to his forehead, harshly pushing his head down into the ground as well and placing the paws at each side of his head subsequently. He widened his eyes in fear as his eyeballs moved to look around, spotting the other dragon's face barely stick into his view-field.

He soon came to realize that all attempts to somehow move or tilt his head around failed, the dragon held it straightly upright, forcing him to face upwards. The dread he felt started to increase. Whatever Kaxir is going to do to him, going to drop down onto him most likely, he wouldn't even be able to move his face away. The other dragon pressing his head to the ground looked down to him with a slightly annoyed expression, annoyed by Mervyn's attempts to free himself. “Don't move!" the dragon growled. Mervyn responded by just looking back terrified, continuing to breathe deeply in panic, however obeying the command. In fear of what would happen if he'd refuse he forced himself to not attempt to flee the dragon's crotch which was about to be pressed onto him. Just as his glare fell back to the other dragon above him he recognized that the ventral scales have already moved down, closer to him. Mervyn went red as he felt an extreme uneasiness inside in addition as he spotted the enormous balls slowly move to his face. The anxiousness inside him built up, in fear his breaths became even heavier the closer he saw the crotch come to him.

As the scaly balls were so close to him that they almost took up his entire view-field he shut his eyes, eagerly waiting for the weight to be finally pressed upon him.

He felt a warm touch on his face, starting by the area between his eye sockets. Just a few moments afterwards he felt the pressure spread across his face and parts of his upper body. He opened his eyes for a short moment, only to realize that he is, just like he has expected and hoped that it wouldn't come to this, trapped under the dragon's sheath, unable to move his head away. His mouth and nose were caught under the scales, reaching less air than before. He tried to move his face away from the balls so he would be able to properly breathe, but his head still was held tightly. In panic of not getting enough air he started to pant, taking slow and heavy breaths to get as much air as possible.

The dragon, which had its sheath on his body, started to groan in pleasure. Mervyn felt the vibrations of the deep voice rush through his body and even felt them in the floor. In excitement the dragon, Kaxir, pressed its rear down a little stronger onto the little human, making it even harder for him to properly breathe. Despite all attempts to hold himself back, he was in so much panic he began to heavily squirm, being trapped under Kaxir's crotch. The dragon who was holding him sat back on its haunches, still not letting go, and watched the human struggle under the fellow dragon, drawing a pleased smirk and groaning slightly in arouse, feeling satisfaction that the one who attempted to betray him, by running off, was getting the punishment he deserved.

Mervyn's head began to hurt. Not only from the balls immense pressure, also because the scales shut him off the air so strong he soon started to feel like he was drifting out of consciousness. The more he felt the lack of air making him fade out he increased his movements, with all limbs struggling to get out of the dragon's crotch. He tried to press the rear away and tried to push himself out by pressing from the floor but everything had no result, making him realize that he was helplessly trapped, making him panic. But his absolute panic wasn't for long. His conciseness faded away so strongly that he was about to pass out, his situational awareness already completely failing to work. The movements of his attempts to save himself decreased until they eventually entirely stopped.

“Kaxir!" the dragon spoke to the other one “Don't kill him already! Not before we let him have some more." it added with a playful tone, smirking down to the sight of the trapped human.

Responding with a slightly grumped look Kaxir slowly lifted its hindquarters up a little, enough to free Mervyn from having his air cut off. As the sheath left his face he spent a couple more seconds lying on the floor not moving before he got back to his senses, back to what was happening.

His body hurt, especially his head. Both from the slight suffocation and being exposed to the weight for that long. Despite the balls being away from his face again he still had the smell of them in his nose.

Mervyn nervously looked around before trying get himself off the ground, out of the area under the dragon. As soon as his palms touched the floor, to push himself up, he felt his body being immediately pressed down again by the dragon behind him. The paws were still placed on his shoulders, pinning him down strongly resulting in him not being able to get up, no matter how hard he pushed.

His face filled with fright as he saw Kaxir's head turn back onto him again, angrily baring its teeth, still looming the balls above him.

“Touch them" the dragon roughly commanded, continuing to stare down into his terrified expression. Mervyn just lied there, not moving.

“I said get your hands on them!" it yelled, after Mervyn didn't do anything in confusion, not obeying. It just resulted in the human just being more puzzled, and being even more filled with fear about the dragon being even more angry at him.

“Obey, Mervyn" the dragon sitting behind him growled, pressing him down a little more to ensure that he wouldn't be able to somehow get away.

Mervyn hesitantly lifted his arms off the ground. He felt them filled with pain a little, most likely injured from when he was tackled down before. He slowly operated his hands towards the balls of the dragon and carefully laid his palms on them, even more hesitantly, shivering a little in fear about having to touch the dragon. He felt the dragon slightly lower its rear, pressing the balls into the little hands of his, responding to the little yet pleasuring touch.

Kaxir loudly groaned as he felt the little hands squeeze into the mighty balls. The dragon shut its eyes in arouse, opened its maw a little and oddly tilted its head up, bringing down the rear even more. By forcing Mervyn to press the balls away from him, to prevent having them in his face once again, it had the touch increased, improving the pleasure.

Mervyn had a hard time keeping up the heavy weight of the testicles. He pushed as hard he could to avoid having the sheath on his body again. If the dragon would want to bury him beneath its body one more time, he'd of course have no chance of holding up that immense pressure, but, for now, the dragon preferred having its balls touched and squeezed.

As he proceeded to hold up the enormous balls he startled as he noticed an erection creep out of the sheath, the tip heavily dripping, beginning to leave spots on him. Kaxir started to groan harder. Mervyn became hesitant in his movements as he realized what the dragon probably will command him to do next.

After moaning intensively a few more times Kaxir finally lifted his rear back up again, allowing Mervyn to let go of the balls. The dragon subsequently stepped over him, turning its body around. Mervyn now saw the sheath from the other side, from the front. The erection has quickly gained size in arouse.

“Touch it!" Kaxir shouted out, continuing to pull in deep and uneven breaths, every single on carrying a moan of the dragon's voice with it.

Without hesitating like last time, he lifted his arms back up. He put his hand, his left hand at first, on the meat which was still gaining size with each pulse. Carefully grasping the area which was more towards the base of the shaft. Squeezing into the flesh he noticed how surprisingly soft it was. As the dragon felt the touch of the little human hand on its cock it let out one loud and relieving sounding groan, again shutting its eyes from the pleasure. The other dragon had nothing to do than just watching them waiting for its own turn, seeming somewhat jealous.

Mervyn now grasped the shaft with his other hand. He placed his palm on the flesh, reaching around the noticeably thinner part, than the base, with his fingers, shutting his hand squeezing the upper parts of the cock in it. Kaxir groaned even louder, even cramping up with its legs and twitching around with its tail. Mervyn began to move his hand which was more on the upper part around. He, at first, carefully slid it along the flesh of the shaft, towards the top and back to the midsection. Every time his hand reached and grasped around the tip of the cock more he heard the deep voice of the dragon moan louder. The seed of the pre constantly exited the large shaft, sticking to his hand and spreading it all over the surface, making the flesh slippery and easier to move the hand along with more speed. Some of the drops dripping down hit Mervyn in his face.

Kaxir was lost in the sensations of pleasure that were rushing through its dragon body, not believing how someone so puny and little could arouse so much. The dragon tilted its head down, hanging it low, the tongue sticking out, heavy breaths and moans exiting its maw from the touch of the hands, especially the one sliding around at the tip of the shaft. Kaxir had the scaly head face towards the other dragon who had trouble of holding himself back from joining in, into the fun, himself.

“Why don't you let me help you out" the other dragon seductively spoke to Kaxir. Right afterwards it placed one of its paws at the downside of Kaxir's head, gently pushing it up, making it face forward. The dragon pressed its maw on Kaxir's maw subsequently, immediately penetrating the lips with its tongue. Kaxir responded passionately to the kiss by moving around its own tongue around the other in its maw.

After some more time Mervyn suddenly heard the moaning and twitching above him stop, the whole body of the dragon cramping up. Then one more groan louder than everything before followed by huge shot of the dragon's seed rapidly coming out of the cock above Mervyn, quickly covering his entire face and parts of his chest. He shut his eyes and tilted his head aside to prevent the white liquid flowing directly into his face as best he could.

As the dragon felt like it was done covering the human beneath him in its seed it tumbled a few steps backward, interrupting the kiss, and looked Mervyn over, being satisfied over its work of covering him in its liquids.

“That was quick…" Kaxir moaned, still breathing heavily from the exhaustion, glaring down to the human. Mervyn responded with a nervous expression, feeling uneasy about the dragon looking him over in a situation like that.

“So you're in for one more?" the other dragon said, sounding aroused. Kaxir glared back up. “We're not done with him yet" it added with a playful tone, stroking along the scaly cheek of Kaxir, seducing him until the dragon nodded with its head in agreement.

Mervyn just watched the dragons above him interact, hoping that he would have the worst part behind him. The heads of the dragons suddenly turned down to him again, both smirking.

“Kaxir" the white-scaled dragon spoke “I know something, that should teach him even more" it added. Mervyn's face filled with fear as he realized that his punishment yet wasn't over.

The white-scaled dragon lied down, right behind him. It turned over to its back, getting the hind legs closer to Mervyn. The dragon leaned forward, reaching over its belly with its forelegs. The paws grabbed the human by his shoulders and pulled him towards the dragon, between the hind legs. Mervyn found himself having the crotch of the dragon to his back, being slightly pulled into it by the paws on his body. Kaxir watched them in arouse, having the tail twitch from side to side again. It smirked right into the other dragon's face, waiting for a sign for the go-ahead.

“You know what to do" the dragon holding Mervyn seductively said.

Kaxir's glare fell back to Mervyn, who was glaring around frightened, dreaded about what the dragons were going to do to them next.

For some more time Kaxir stared down to him, evilly grinning, thinking how it should exploit the helpless situation of the human next.

The dragon stepped forward a little, tracking Mervyn's facial expression, watching the fear in them increase. Kaxir gradually got closer, eventually being so close that the dragon was standing right above him. It lifted one of its forelegs and placed the paw at Mervyn's throat, the claws slowly reaching around it, even reaching to his neck. Mervyn immediately began to tense up as he felt the mighty paw at this sensitive spot. He quickly placed his hands on the foreleg, trying to get it off him.

The dragon enjoyed the horror of Mervyn. Just placing the paw there, at his throat, was enough to make him panic. After some time Kaxir began to gradually tighten the grasp, focusing on the horror Mervyn's eye's expressed, the more he felt his air being restricted. He began to heavily pant, every breathe having a tone of his voice in it. He pulled and pushed on the muscular foreleg in panic, tilting his head back in pain and shutting his eyes. But despite all attempts to free himself he still felt the grasp become tighter. It eventually got so tight that the air he managed to inhale was barely enough to keep him conscious.

“Kaxir, that's not what I meant. Don't kill him already." the dragon in whose crotch he still was spoke. Kaxir hesitantly eased the grasp again and eventually led go of his throat, making a grumpy impression.

The dragon looked him over again for some time before it suddenly turned around, making Mervyn face up the rear again. It lifted its twitching tail a little, shamelessly exposing the tailhole to him. Mervyn froze as he realized what was going to happen to him.

Before he could do anything, the hindquarters began to lower, threateningly moving towards Mervyn's head he tilted as far behind as possible, pressing it into the other dragon's ventral scales. As he saw the rear with the tailhole being right in front of him he tilted his head to the side as far as he could, shutting his eyes again.

He felt the warm scales reach his face, the pressure and warmth consuming his entire upper body. The pressure increased, soon being so big it began to hurt, having the weight pressed into his face. He tried to move his head away even more as he felt that the air he was able to acquire began to decrease. He opened his eyes again, widened in fear. He could barely see his surroundings, the scales of the rear and the scales of the other dragon's crotch he was being pressed into almost took up his very view-field. With his hands he tried to push, trying to gain more space between his face and the tailhole which was uncomfortably close to him. Kaxir quickly began to groan, feeling the human trapped beneath its hindquarters. Once again it found pleasure in punishing Mervyn for his attempt to betray the other dragon, who was now starting to slightly moan as well. The other, white-scaled, dragon had the human between its hindlegs with the other dragon pressing its butt onto him, both feeling Mervyn and Kaxir's rear pushed into the crotch. By the touch it became aroused as well.

Within the dreadful feelings and the pressure of the dragon's hindquarters he suddenly additionally felt something poke into his back. Fearfully wondering what it was he remembered that he was being pressed into the other dragon's crotch. The dragon got an erection. And he was being pressed onto it by the other dragon's butt.

The white-scaled dragon closed its eyes in pleasure as he felt the human and the rear pressed onto its shaft which was becoming slightly bigger with every pulse. It took its forelegs back, leaning back and supporting its upper body on them. It pressed its hip against the rear, responding to the pressure, pushing the human even harder into it.

Mervyn began to heavily squirm in panic as he reached even less air, being caught between the dragon's butt and another dragon's crotch, the hindlegs ensuring he couldn't slip out to the side. Moving as much he could he managed to barely get as much air it took to keep himself from passing out. He felt his body pressed into the rear harder, by the other dragon gradually lifting its hips. The groans behind him became more intense, more uneven and louder. Suddenly he felt the hips get back down, easing the pressure a little. But not for long as Kaxir pressed its rear down a little harder.

“Kaxir!" the other dragon suddenly yelled, trying to hold back moans afterwards. “Kaxir, get off him" it added, its voice sounding shakily from the uneven breaths.

Some last moments the dragon enjoyed the human beneath its rear, until it hesitantly and slowly began to lift it up, obviously having to force itself to not punish Mervyn any longer.

As soon Mervyn felt the pressure disappear he began to pull in a few very heavy breaths finally getting air again. He felt his head hurt again, just like the last time Kaxir was forced to get off him. As soon as he got to move he pushed himself away from the crotch, placing his arms on the hindlegs, resulting in dropping to the ground. He was lying on his front. Turning his head around he saw the hindlegs around him, the crotch and the massive erection above him, the pre already dripping down.

“Mervyn" the white-scaled dragon growled “Finish it. Now."

In fear of what would happen if he should refuse he painstakingly pushed his upper body up, barely getting high enough to get onto his knees. He moved a little closer to the dragon's slit, the shaft coming out of it almost having reached full size in arouse. He saw the dragon angrily stare at him, impatiently waiting for Mervyn to finally take it over the edge, being so impatient it even loudly growled at him.

In intimidation Mervyn got his arms up, placing his hands on the dripping cock in front of him. Just when the dragon felt the skin touching down on the flesh of its cock it let out one huge relieving groan, leaning its head back a little. From the previous time he sated Kaxir he remembered that grasping the tip felt especially arousing for a dragon, so he proceeded to move up one hand to the top of the shaft, which was already covered in seed from the pre. He shut his hand, grapping the tip of the cock within, squeezing into the soft flesh, the seed exiting the shaft covering the hand he used. To get it done quicker he started to move his hand around, sliding it along the shaft, only stroking the area which was more towards the top to keep up the strong sensation. The hand moving up and down spread the seed all over the surface.

The dragon shut its eyes in pleasure, while it comfortably leaned back, enjoining the work of the little hands, loudly groaning with every breath it took. The other dragon, Kaxir, had nothing left to do but to watch them, slightly groaning in arouse too, of the fun the other dragon had. Kaxir knew it wasn't allowed to interfere directly, so, to ease its urges, it walked up to the head of the other dragon, smirking down to it as it got there. They seductively stared into each other's eyes for a short while until Kaxir lowered its head, down to the other one. As their maws touched they both felt the tongue of each other softly moving to the other. All while Mervyn was busy doing the dirty work. The longer he proceeded to move his hand along the shaft, the more he heard the dragon lose itself in pleasure. Some body parts of the dragon, especially the hind legs around him, kept twitching and cramping up. He heard the moans of the dragon being slightly muffled, as its maw was kissing the maw of Kaxir, who started to groan as well.

The moaning got louder, the movements stronger. Then, all of a sudden, the dragon held its breath in. This must be the moment. Knowing what is going to strike upon him he tilted away from the cock, not too far away, without getting his arms off. The seed rapidly shot out, still partially hitting him, despite having gained a little space. But his light armor was soaked from the previous handjob anyways. The dragon let out one last relieving moan, which was, again, slightly muffled from having its maw touching Kaxir's.

After the seed stopped exiting the dragon let go of the kiss it had with Kaxir, taking its head back and resting it on the ground, panting in exhaustion.

Mervyn got back to the ground, anxiously waiting what would happen next. Kaxir was still glaring down to the other dragon, its eyelids slightly closed in seductiveness, also waiting, for that one last command.

The white-scaled dragon was still resting. The heavy breaths gradually became normal again. After some more time it eventually lifted its head back up, looking to Kaxir.

“Kaxir" it said. “He's done us a great service…"

Kaxir began to smirk.

“…but now we must get rid of him. He is not worth the trouble of watching over him and ensure he wouldn't flee once more. He must be gone. He must die."

“It will be done." Kaxir responded, having a slight tone of excitement in its voice.

Kaxir slowly turned around, still having that sinister smirk.

But its excitement quickly depleted as he saw that the spot where he saw Mervyn before was empty. The dragon hastily looked around, growling.

“What is it, Kaxir" the other dragon spoke while pushing its upper body up with its forelegs. As it spotted as well that Mervyn's slipped away, anger emerged across its face.

“MERVYN!!!" it roared into the woods, so intense bird started to leave their trees from the loud noise.

“Those humans never learn" Kaxir growled.

“What are you waiting for? Find this little worthless biped! Bring me his head!"

As Mervyn heard his name shouted he began to move even faster, they know. They noticed he fled once more. He had more trouble than last time he fled the dragon, his entire body hurt from having the weight exposure of the rear. He felt his stamina gradually decreasing. He hasn't moved very far yet, but already he was panting in exhaustion. He didn't have much energy left. Neither has he ate in a while, nor was he hydrated enough, despite having drank something at the river earlier. The only thing that kept him going was panic, if those dragons find him he would be dead for sure. And then they would probably do funny things to his corpse. Mervyn shuddered by the thought, as he kept going, awkwardly climbing and stumbling across the branches and bushes which were scattered all over the forest floor.

He soon gradually felt more and more dizzy, his entire body becoming difficult to move forward. He stumbled and fell to the ground every now and then, painstakingly pushing himself up afterwards.

Suddenly his head began to badly hurt. He tumbled a few steps as his view blackened in. As he saw nothing the last thing he heard was his body hitting the cold forest ground.

(to be continued)