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Covered in a thin film of shining dew, the grass welcomed the rise of a new day, the sun casting its presence on very corner that was not far enough and flooding the darkness with light. Yet another day in a normal town at the edge of civilization in the Kallands. In seconds the birds and all the other little animals and critters came to life and began once again the fight for surviving another day, something that the humans of the place shared as well.

The Kallands could not be defined as a gentle place and even some bandits avoided the area due to its dangerous nature but the people that had been living there had long since gotten used to the hazards of their home, be it bees that suddenly attacked in swarms that numbered in the thousands or wolfs the size of a house or even people turning into something else overnight. Back in the mainland, any person sane of mind would have ran away from any of the inhabitants of Tuk, the village that got hit by the sun first thing that day. Among the population, humans with a couple extra arms or fur or even an odd number of eyes were not looked down upon, living as a pure human was something only kids and the lucky ones got to experience, even if for a short period of time. Most had something that would classify them as mutants of aberrations but no one really gave any kind of shit in Tuk and instead chose to live with their quirks. If a guy had three sets of arms, he could work as a crafter or cook, get three jobs done at the same time, if a woman had wings, she could help the hunters scout for prey, if an old lady suddenly grew to ten feet and turned young, well, the brothel was more than willing to add a few more night shows to the roster.

Living in hell required some manner of mental fortitude, but no one could go far without blowing off some steam and if the arena wasn’t good enough, any of the peculiar ladies or lads behind the green curtains could help with that.

Now, humans, even the less pure ones, weren’t the only creatures living around Tuk: daemons, succubi, ents, fauns and even the occasional elf all got to enjoy the taste of the diverse and different in the little town. The ones living there prided themselves with their weirdness and had made it a trade, though confined to the Kallands, anywhere else they’d be killed or incinerated by any random mage or mob.

In a small garden to the side of the village, a large shadow rose and fell along the deep breaths of the creature owning it and said owner growled, fairly displeased with the light that had interrupted a pleasant dream of his. A wing rose and tried to cover the eyes of the creature but the sun was not something that could be stopped by just that, especially since it could quite literally shine ten times harder all of a sudden for no reason which was what happened in that very moment. The leaves caught in the light shone and bathed in it, the trees absorbing he magical energy contained in the rays and growing at a visible pace. The weird but not so weird event brought peace to the sleeping creature, now dwarfed by the previously small trees that towered at more than a hundred feet, spreading golden leaves attached to thin branches far in the air.

With a pleased rumble, the creature appeared to drift towards a dream once more, hugging something alive between his massive limbs, something that thrummed and squirmed under his touch, almost burning hot. The warmth spreading from the weird live thing awoke the being just like the sun did a moment before and the creature growled slapping whatever had lodged between him and the ground with force, yelping in pain a moment later.

“What the…” a voice that made the ground tremble boomed from the cavernous mouth attached to the creature. “What?” Whatever this thing was rose on his feet and crashed against a tree due to the speed with which it had gotten up. The tree was almost knocked down but the very roots that had been removed from the ground immediately burrowed within and anchored the two hundred feet of wood back down. “Oh, fuck me…” The most recent event in the otherwise calm forest had created a spot where the trees didn’t reach and shone light upon the creature shrouded in darkness who also seemed to be confused as to what was happening.

A head that could only be defined as massive admired with curiosity a body equally massive, covered in what looked like bronze scales and tufts of fur here and there, right above the wrists at the end of the limbs and where the neck met the torso and running along the spine until it topped a tail with its fuzziness. Muscles burst with energy and threatened every being with their mere presence, rippling under scale, skin and fur but that was not what had drawn the attention of the great fifteen foot tall dragon-like thing.

His head, very clearly a he by now, was currently staring down at a cock that throbbed with unspent need, as long as he was, tail excluded, and as thick as his very own thigh, a twenty foot monster of pure meat and heat. A drop of pre as big as a person’s head fell on the mossy ground and bathed a few feet in slimy goodness, pushed through the many, many feet of flesh by a humongous sack that spread his legs apart.

“Ok… weird.” The pain that he had felt before was gone and go replaced by the need to release the pressure inside those pillowy orbs attached to his back. “I guess I’m a dragon now.” Hal, that was the dragon’s name, shrugged and accepted his new reality with the same calm one would expect of a saint learning their family had died horribly in a fire but as previously mentioned, Tuk was not a normal place by any means. “One with a huge cock. Damn… and here I was thinking that I could become a baker. Goodbye to even the hope of a normal life.” The night before he was your average guy, five feet eight, average build and overnight he had ballooned to a dragon as big as his house with a cock to match a giant. “Will I even be able to find a mate with this thing? I doubt dragonesses would even get near me now.” Hal sighed and dropped his head, snout to cum-slit. “I’ll ask the brothel if they have a place for me.” Though a little dispirited, the prospects of a life of pleasure wasn’t that bad and made his loins churn happily, sending a fair few spurts of pre right on his muzzle, splashing with enough force to knock a grown man down. With his mass, he felt only a light push and licked the stuff off his face with his tongue, finding his taste extremely pleasing. “Well, I can’t go in town with a hard on so I might as well make the most of it now.”

Hal slumped on his side, wings tucked behind him and then rolled on his back. His cock swung around freely and with an effort on his tail’s part he moved his sack in a way that wouldn’t cause too much hassle for the upcoming session. More spurts were shot and got caught by an open maw that tasted the slightly salty produce with pleased moans. Hal moved his paws on his meat and began rubbing it in powerful strokes, slow and calculated, hindlegs cradling his balls as he suckled on the massive tapered tip.

Every few seconds he was forced to swallow buckets and tubs of pre and still he wasn’t close to a release, though he was getting closer to one. Seeing as rubbing and a few gentle licks were not doing the trick, he unsheathed his claws and pressed them against the hard meat, the tickling feeling those deadly sickles brought gave him the incentive needed to push forward a little more. His tongue slithered inside the slit atop his cock and lapped and squirmed within, coaxing larger globs of pre that Hal didn’t bother swallowing and just let pool around. The strokes got rougher and rougher, claws capable of rendering steel apart merely scratching a pole that could pierce the very ground he stood on.

An idea burst inside the newly formed dragon’s head and his body followed suit, limbs exerting the right pressure and force to get him up this time. The massive balls swayed and rested on the ground, having grown a few inches all around after that much pleasant stimulus from his hindpaws.

The mammoth length swayed and then stopped, standing proud beneath the dragon and dripping even more. With a lick on the drooling tip, Hal raised his hindquarters, making his cock go lower until it was kissing the mossy floor and scraping the dirt off the rocks, forcing a pleased moan out of the rumbling throat.

“This will do for now…” Hal wasn’t sure it’d work but if his claws gave him some manner of pleasure, what about the hard rock beneath the muddy ground? “Here we go.” Truth be told, that wasn’t a new thing or idea among the creatures of the Kallands, but surely an unusual one. With a push of his hips, the tip broke through the first inches of ground and Hal knew he was on the right track.

As thick skinned and hard as he was, little more than steel could pierce him. Another push brought the tip five feet below, the resistance of the ground definitely what the dragon needed to release his seed but still not quite there. Push after push sent foot after foot of meat under the surface, the cool earth and the pressure all around his flesh scratching that itch, the rough texture mitigated by tubs of pre that soaked in the dirt. Eventually Hal met the rock below and with one last push he found he had run out of cock to bury, belly pressed against the moss and balls sloshing between his thighs.

Now it was the turn to pull out. Chunks of dirt and rock fell out only to fall back in with his thrusts, the rock splitting under his power and caving in due to his weight. Minutes went by as he ravaged the earth, snarling and closing in on his release. Half an hour of reckless mating with Mother Earth later, he slammed himself against the ground again and rested there.

The swelling of his member splintered the very rock as it tried its best to unload unknown amounts of seed right in the belly of the world, the plants around soaking in the insane amount of magic and resources produced deep under the scales of the fleshy sack. Roots coiled around his length and squeezed hard, milking him as they grew even more. Hal roared and felt the second spurt run through his cock right as the first minute long one was ending, signalling another titanic shot. The trees grew to be three hundred feet tall and then more, the brown bark turning white as the roots soaked in seed and forced Hal to come again. His balls shrunk down visibly and the ground rose, hundreds upon hundreds of gallons pushing it up and up and up. An unconscious movement of his hips pulled out a couple of feet of cock and a few dozen gallons of murky seed and dirt shot in the air. Hal could barely keep thinking and slowly sank into a weak coma until the last dribbles of spunk had been pumped into the ground.

The sun was shining high in the sky by the moment he was able to get up again and the new dragon was quickly faced with the aftermath of his climax: the soil had ruptured in multiple points and rivers of seed flowed from a series of cracks and holes, diving underground again to be absorbed by the plants that were now so high he could barely believe such trees could even exist. Regardless of how amazing this was, it was another day in his life and though changed, he was still Hal and he still needed to get back to Tuk and tell his parents he was alive.

For the first couple feet his paws sank into the muddy soil but a few paces after, the ground was as good as new, smelled of dragon spunk and sex but he didn’t fall into some kind of pervy quicksand trap of his own making. Armed with a manageable cock that had sunk into a sheath of equally impressive proportions, one that bobbed heavily with each swing and scraped the dirt when Hal moved a bit too much but still better than a cock that reached his collarbone. Behind the sheath, the massive sack had shrunk to just three feet in diameter, letting him move much more easily and without the weight to counter his movements.

At least the road was the same and Hal managed to get back to the town in half an hour of calm strolling. Most of the inhabitants obviously stared at him as he entered and made his way through the streets, moving aside when he needed some extra space but otherwise just staring. Be it his frame, his bulk or the bulk between his legs, Hal was bound to be the new attraction in town until something bigger came along and that was hard to come by, especially with such drastic changes.

“Hey big guy!” A rather burly human with two horns that came straight out of a ram called out for him and Hal turned his neck so that he’d face Kit, the mayor, who still hadn’t recognised the boy.

“Hello mayor Kit.” The man seemed surprised for half a second but then the usual face filled in the gap and he posed the very boring question that was the norm after someone around the village got a makeover. At this point it was standard procedure.

“All right, who are you?”

“Hal.” An eyebrow shot in the air and was followed by the whistles of at least a dozen onlookers who had been following the dragon, being extra careful to stay behind him at all times, hypnotized by the massive orbs below the hidden prize. “I fell asleep a little bit out of town and here I am now.”

“Let me guess… that was you.” A calloused finger pointed at the thousand feet tall white tree with golden leaves right behind the entrance Hal had just then taken. He nodded. “We saw the trees grow all of a sudden and I thought of sending someone to check that out but it’s fine now. Welcome back kid.” The half goat man gave him a playful bump on the right forearm and Hal didn’t even feel it.

“Thanks but, uhm, what… what do I do now? I was going to go become a baker but it’s not like I can, bake now, much less carry the bread around the place.” Kit and a few others nodded and more than a few whistled to him and suggested that he’d go to the brothel and gave them a late morning show.

“Well… with someone your size and assets.” He made sure to look at the sheath that could fit him and his wife inside when he said that. “It’s be hard to do any job and even the brothel is kind of out of reach.” Hal felt a bit discouraged: the mayor was the one that was most used to dealing with this stuff, over eighty years of nonstop work as the head of the town had made the guy very good at his job. “But I think I have something that you can do.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I got a request from a mage around the edge of the Kallands, five days of travel from here, a dude or lady that wants several crates worth of branches from our trees, the ones that talk. We got the stuff already but taking it through all that land is a real pain in the ass so, if you’d be so kind as to fly it over there, I’d appreciate it Hal.”

“You want me to be an errand boy?” There was a weak shrug from the man.

“Look, you can just stay here and look pretty for all I care, I could try and find something else for you to do but…” Many dearly wished he’d stay and allowed them to have some fun.

With such a big body, he must have a cock to match was the general idea and there were very few among the growing crowd that weren’t interested in finding out just how much goodness was hiding in that fat sheath, even Kit wasn’t entirely uninterested. Five or six of the less uptight people were already jacking off or pumping several fingers inside wet snatches and touching his body. Unfortunately, the best parts, his balls and tailhole, were too high to be reached but the sheath was just in the right place and one particularly horny lady, a tall and well built woman whose only distinctive feature was a second set of tits under the first one, tugged and prodded at the loose flesh hiding Hal’s member. The move wasn’t well thought and she got hit by the musk first and then by a foot of cock surging out, the combination knocking her on her ass and then sending her into an orgasm. Though a little scared, the majority of those intent on giving him a good time were still locked onto their goal and Hal smiled wryly. He had just unloaded but he sure could do with another round, though the result may end up with a flooded town. He was sure many would love that.

“No, no, it’s fine, I guess.” Hal sighed. “I’ll take it, but let me have a rest first, I’m still…” he yawned and opened his mouth in front of the mayor, dwarfing the guy and giving him the chills. One particularly perverted individual wanted to hop in there and get swallowed but was stopped by a friend. “… tired.”

“Sure, sure.” Kit smiled weakly and coughed to hide the fear of that maw and the sharp teeth within.

Hal made the mayor show him where the cargo was and then left just as the man was beginning to get the various riffraff of mixed breeds that populated the marketplace and the warehouses around there. There was going to be a saddle prepared for him and that was what he was going to use to carry the branches. Hal found weird how a mage would ask them to get branches when virtually every place in the world had trees of some sorts. Still, he had a job that was a proper one this time and he was going to get it done. Later though.

The young dragon laid on a patch of grass near what was his house and was now just a small hamlet, compared to him. He could barely fit his paw inside, much less an entire arm or the rest of him. He’d have to settle with sleeping around the place like an animal but he didn’t really mind, if his body was as tough as his cock, then even thunder couldn’t shake him in the least. That said, the crowd of curious people gathering was giving him the creeps, mostly judging by the amount of boners in their pants and soaked crotches and the smell… gods, the smell. Hal could smell the various scents of every single person in front of him, their lust and the desire for his body and he could not hold back his own desire.

With slow beats, his cock surged forward, foot after foot, stopping at around ten, hard but way softer than what he saw before and yet, that was enough for the crowd. One by one, they all moved towards him, clothes discarded and tossed on fences, windows, on the ground and given to other people. The naked army of heaving chests and hard rods cluttered around his larger one and a myriad of soft hands began prodding and touching him in every crevice, fold and scale they could touch. His pleased rumbles turned into a surprised yelp when more than a couple pairs of palms prodded his still unexplored tailhole, stretching the ring of flesh with grunts of pleasure and physical strain.

Hel just rested on the ground and let them to what they wanted with him, letting them worship him to the best of their abilities. The feeling of so many hands, so many textures rubbing, stroking and licking were bringing him to full mast and soon he met with his tip once again, the slit leaking a bucket of pre as if in greeting. He gave the wide hole a lick and saw a new group of people come to tend to that new toy but one in particular decided to take things a step forwards: a buff bull, a proper taur with wide horns, packed with muscle and a thick cock to match the frame placed himself in front of his cock and buried a foot of his own inside. Though far less deep than his tongue, the cock thrummed with a different beat and Hel urged the bull to go faster and rut his cock harder, the order swiftly executed. As if in cue with the taur, all the others stopped touching and grabbed a corner of cock and in one lucky case, his tailhole and those with a cock of their own began rubbing their lengths on his while a number of females decided to ride his monster in the most literal sense.

Smears of pre and female pleasure coated the twenty feet of dragon meat while two cocks pounded at his holes, the cacophony of sensation took Hal a few feet below heaven: he felt their breaths on him, their heartbeats matching his own and their fluids coating his body as he coated the bull in pre.

Many came, both sexes giving more of themselves to him and still going, adding more people as time passed, nearly fifty all piled up around him, licking and worshipping every square inch of scale he possessed.

Within a short period, Hal felt himself grow exceedingly close to his climax, his musk forcing his subjects to come over and over, their reserves unending just as his. Some even crawled inside his sheath and humped in there, lapping at the musky fluids contained by the loose flesh.

Hal growled and mashed the bull around his cock when he felt the taur shoot his load, claws tearing the stone floor in chunks. The small shots of seed within his sensitive passage finally did the trick and the dragon came.

The taur was shot a dozen feet away and promptly hit by his body weight in spunk, the following jets hitting others and flooding the small street behind the house that his cock was aimed at. Everyone rushed in front of the geyser and claimed gallons for their own pleasure, some drinking from the ground and some standing with their mouths open and taking ass much as possible before the pressure behind the flor sent them on the floor. Hal smiled and aimed his cock high, creating a small shower with his pleasure, bathing every roof and person in layers upon layers of come. His balls churned with more seed as he shot it out, endless and ever thick but even for him there was an end, just… much further along the line.

Ten minutes his second climax lasted, thousands of gallons flooding the street and he still felt he could do more. With fifty people piled up on him, sharing the afterglow of his climax, he dozed off to sleep, cock still pumping buckets and then slowing down to a trickle. The mayor saw the results of this one session and with great pain and a piece of advice from the owner of the brothel he chose to not allow Hal to live in town anymore: the kid was good and earnest, but he came once and the town was covered in spunk. Not that it wasn’t good or arousing, on the contrary, it was too much arousing: Kit himself had blown a couple loads after fucking the dragons sheath and one in his tailhole, adding to the ones of those that wanted a turn after the boy had fallen asleep. The townspeople loved his musk way too much and such love was dangerous. Hal had to go. Or at least live outside the confines of the town and be forbidden to jack off anywhere near it.

Hal woke up the following morning, reeking of come and covered in bodies, with his maleness and tailhole that smelled of tens of different people and their seed. He found it hard not to get aroused again but the news that Kit brought forth were more than enough to get his cock back in its sheath.

“I have to go? Why?”

“Look around, Hal, the town can’t handle you after one load, imagine after more than one.” Kit sighed ad rubbed his temples. “Sorry kid, but you’ll have to live outside town. You can still come and chat, but you cannot stay.” It was hard even for a hardy person such as the mayor: he had made the point of not having anyone leave for their appearance or their needs, but Hal was simply too much.

“So… I’m banned?”

“Not really no, you just… have to maintain a certain distance.” Another sigh. “I’m really sorry. If you don’t want to take the cargo anymore I’ll understand.”

“No I’ll, I’ll take it and then… I don’t know, have a little vacation.”

Not one person was happy to see the dragon leave and disappear in the sky, not even those whose houses he flooded. Hal delivered the sticks that the mage, a grumpy older guy, would use to make wands due to the magical nature of the land the trees grew up in. He was offered a place to stay in the mage’s residence in exchange for his seed, apparently something very rare and precious for potions but the fresh memory of the flooded town made him refuse.

The dragon flew for a few days after that, searching for a place to live comfortably, one with no humans he could hurt in any way. He hadn’t before and he wasn’t keen on seeing such a scene in the future, near or far. He left the Kallands eventually and stopped in a valley surrounded by extremely high mountains and decided to live there: his old home was a forest and he had never even been near a mountain before so this would be a pleasant stay for him. A quick flight over the valley made him discover a large river, big and deep enough for him to bathe, caves popping up here and there in the flan of the rock and a large number of animals to feed him. Tough he ate very little, at least compared to his body size, Hal still felt the need to secure himself a lot of available food just in case.

The first cave that could accommodate his bulk was made into a home and the dragon fell asleep almost immediately inside it. The following day, he woke up in a familiar fashion: sun shining into his eyes and limbs hugging twenty feet of cock. Unconsciously he had opened his mouth and suckled on the tip for the whole night, resulting in a large paunch and the salty aftertaste of his pre on his tongue. Without the need for breakfast, Hal stretched his limbs and stared at the meat below his chest and belly, standing proud and hard as he first saw it.

Though he didn’t want to, the need to cum was stronger than his will and the dragon was quick to fall prey to that desire and wandered in the caves, searching for a suitable spot to unload his seed and such a spot was deep underground, where a large hole, probably a hundred or more feet across and just as deep opened in the belly of the mountain. With a large reservoir available, Hal braced himself and pierced the rock in one thrust, knowing it’d take too long otherwise. Ten or so minutes of pounding later, his tapered tip broke through the wall and unloaded tub after tub of pearly seed into the hole. Without the fear of hurting anyone, he unleashed everything he had and howled in pleasure, several minutes of pure bliss going by as he came again and again. At the end, the hole was obviously nowhere near full and his seed had barely covered a fraction of the floor, but he knew that this was only the beginning.

Days went by with agonisingly slow speed, each one boring but otherwise calm and tranquil. He napped a lot, which made time pass faster but each nap brought forth his arousal and by the end of the first week, he had covered the floor of his pool in a good inch of seed. Hal was worried: how many weeks it’d take to fill it? There was no going around it: he’d eventually fill the whole thing if he kept going like that and thus Hal made a decision.

For more than a week, he didn’t release the pressure building in his loins, he didn’t unload the content of his balls that were so big at that point that he could feel them drag along the floor and unable to resist the need anymore, he gave in once again to his lust. The result of this experiment was horrifying and horrifyingly pleasurable at the same time: a whole week of permanent erection and build-up had turned his cock into a heavenly tool and he barely walked five feet from his sleeping spot before the slumped on the floor and just began pawing off madly. His touch was so good he moaned, the musky taste of his rod and balls sent his eyes rolling as he pumped his tail in his hole, clenching around the muscle in an attempt at keeping it inside himself. Hal didn’t stop pleasuring his cock for hours, licking, kissing and pumping an arm in his cum slit until the floodgates opened.

The steel hard flesh stretched outwards and blasted his face with a surprising amount of come even for himself, the flow continuous and ever strong for half an hour, running towards the pool by the action of gravity and the push of the pressure behind it. The pleasure threatened to kill him on the spot and Hal swore to never shy away from releasing the need for so long, a couple of days yes, but seven… he doubted he’d survive another time.

More time went by and more cum flowed from his cock until the hole was several feet deep and he could almost swim in it, the fluid permanently liquid and warm by some weird property, unlike anything he could imagine. At least that was a fun way to spend time, splashing in his own come and drinking from it but such fun required a good clean-up after, though he wasn’t entirely against his and spent several hours cleaning himself with long licks and a bath in the river when he was too full to continue.

Hal had found some manner of calm and peace, the monotonous life of pleasure and spurt after spurt was not so bad but the worry of the ever growing level of seed was always there. It’d take at least half a year before he’d need to think about something and so he pushed the thought deep in his mind.

At the wake of the second month, Hal stretched his limbs in the same way he had done for the previous weeks: rump raised high, tail brushing against the ceiling and yawning loudly as his lower jaw smacked against the drooling tip. The cave reeked of musk and pre mixed with seed, probably not a good idea if he had planned to keep his erections a little bit down but his own scent was just as drug-like for him as it was for the humans of Tuk and he never missed a chance to either spend some time sniffing the air of burying his nose inside his sheath or his ass.

The hole under his tail was always musky and covered in a fine layer of sweat, pooling in the crevices and thickening and Hal had found a lot of pleasure in pushing his snout inside the ring of flesh and licking his insides to keep them clean. For a twenty-something feet long dragon, he was as flexible as a cat.

Giving his cock a playful kiss, Hal ran out of the cave, feeling the hard meat bob under him and smack his chest in heavy swings, leaving behind a substantial trail of pre, like a perverted Hansel and Gretel breadcrumbs path. The fresh air hit his lungs and replaced the musky one from his dwelling and told him how many animals were around for his breakfast but before that, he had to drink and that morning he wasn’t really feeling like flying to the river to sate his thirst.

His cock seemed to agree and his bladder followed suit, unleashing a river of golden fluids. Hal didn’t immediately dunk his head in the stream but swung the gushing slit around and gave the trees a good shower since they were starting to lose his scent. Only when the ground was well soaked did he open his maw and gulped down his waste. Just as the rest of him, even that wasn’t like biology would dictate and instead of a bitter and acrid taste, there was only sweetness and a strong musk.

Sated, Hal belched and trotted to the river for a bath and jumped inside, splashing the surroundings in water and floated around, anchoring himself on a rock so that he’d not go too far downstream and dozed off to sleep. Thanks to the coldness of the water, his cock retreated slowly back in its sheath for one of the very brief moments of normality and rested cosily within, at least until he’d get aroused again or until he’d need to release his pressure.

At the same time, up high in the sky, several miles off the ground, three dragons flew in formation, all silent as tombstones. At the centre was a male with reddish scales dirtied by a few splotches of black here and there and to his sides were two very annoyed females, one of a deep black and the other one a vibrant green. The male, Drak, flew in front not because he was scouting or even raced the two, but because they were in deep heat, reason for their mental state, and if he were to fly behind or even below, he’d get more than a noseful of lovely arousal. He doubted that with such prizes in front he’d resist more than a handful of moments, something that would be detrimental to their attempts. Drak had led the two sisters, Hela and Nala, in this flight searching for a suitable place to settle.

For the whole duration of their journey he had been dreaming about the dozens of times he’d unload in their vents and such daydreaming gave him a perpetual, almost, hard-on and the two feet of hard meat he sported had been in full sight of the two horny females for hours now. They had chosen to agree with his paranoia and followed him because they knew he’d be an amazing father and well, because he had a larger than average cock. Drak was big for a young dragon, standing at ten feet with his head held high and rather muscular, a very important factor for the two females when they chose him last week at the beginning of their cycle.

“Come on, we’ll land there, I see a river and a lot of space to live in.” He looked down and the sisters did the same, silently agreeing that it was an excellent place to settle down. Already they imagined his tool inside them and already they were dripping, chances were they’d jump on him as soon as they landed but knowing the male, he’d have them stop and force them to find a suitable cave.

“Let’s go then!” Nala, the younger sister and the most cheerful, dove straight down, wings folded against her body, the eight foot tall dragoness whistling through the air like an arrow. Her sister and mate-to-be scoffed and chose as slightly less fast method of reaching the ground.

Nala was waiting for them in a clearing, next to a cave, eyes following the two of them with eagerness, tail wagging happily behind her and flinging strands of fluids all over the place. Already Drak was sniffing the air for her heat, the sweet and intoxicating scent that she carried on her but something got in the way, something far less feminine and flowery.

As soon as Hela landed she also smelled the peculiar scent and her nostrils flared again and again, taking in that weird smell. The three of them seemed to have lost interest in their long awaited mating and put it on hold in order to find the source of the scent that was gripping their minds. Drak was quick to find a set of tracks leading up the mountain, tracks that seemed to belong to another dragon but that were far too big to be real, not to mention they carried a scent that no male could have. He was a very manly specimen and even he didn’t have such intensity so in all likelihood, someone had pulled a prank, which, weird as it was, it was still far more probable than a male that size.

The more they followed the tracks and the scent, the more they wanted to find the source, each breath and sniff building up a need that they didn’t know they had. Hela’s heat flared in intensity and her scent thickened, Nala’s body reacting in the same way a moment later but Drak, the one that was so engrossed with it but a few minutes earlier failed to even notice that. His very being burned in desire and his loins throbbed harder than they used to when thinking about the two available vents. They search turned into a mad dash, hoping to find the mysterious source with all their beings and after minutes, they did find it: a little off the side of the mountain there was a patch of trees, high and tall, luscious with all kinds of leaves and covered in a thick scent. Being so close to it, their mouths watered and their tongues lolled out.

When Nala found a small puddle of liquid to the side, hidden by a rock, she didn’t hesitate to lap it up and shiver in pleasure, wracked by the most sudden of climaxes, losing any semblance of grip on her bladder. The splashing sound startled the dazed dragons and drew them to the source of her actions, drinking the murky water and joining the poor Nala in her pleasure.

Hal was calmly strolling back to his cave when he too heard the unmistakable sound of someone urinating and closed in to the origin of such perverted sound, raising a non-existent eyebrow at the sight of three tiny dragons soiling themselves at the entrance of his cave. He didn’t say anything and just stared in mild surprise at the three, feeling more annoyed at the fact that he had visitors more than at the fact that they had wet themselves right in front of him.

Drak was the first one to notice the bronze monster and immediately yelped in fear, slamming his side with Hela’s and startling the two sisters. In a moment of shame he tucked his tail and covered his assets, dripping with golden fluids and throbbing more than ever. The sisters looked up until they found the two deep pupils that stared back at them, swallowing every drop of saliva and urine they had in their mouths. The fear toppled over their heat and lust for a few seconds, until the horny dragonesses found something far more important than being afraid and Hal knew well what had attracted them.

“By the gods… he’s… he’s so big.” The bronze one doubted they were referring to his size or muscles, seeing as the two females were undoubtedly staring at his sheath and licked their lips with hunger.

“Yeah…” Nala looked at her sister in the eyes and they both agreed with that look that their plans had to change: one glance at the bigger than average cock attached to Drak and at the simply god-like sheath of the massive male were all they needed to turn on their words. “He’ll do just fine.” A bit shocked and surprised, Hal didn’t move as the two circled around him and took in large breaths full of musk and shivered.

Drak stared in fear and resignation at his soon-to-be mates, gently licking another male’s sheath and balls, but he cared little now. He could smell their lust and their pheromones, screaming a silent ‘breed me’ but he found it far less enticing than a single breath of the male’ scent, be it the puddle on the ground or the thicker one in the air. Just as the sisters, he gave in and walked slowly to Drak’s backside, aiming for a different prize other than his sheath or sack. Compared to Hal, he was an ant, in every aspect he could think of, he lost, badly, be it muscle, height, size, sheath, testes or even musk. A mere whiff of the fluids pooling inside the leathery confines of his tool almost took him to the edge and beyond. Hal was having a far more intense effect on these dragons than all the humans in Tuk combined, something that wasn’t making him feel too comfortable with himself but another part of his being had plans of its own.

Under the gaze of three dazed dragons, Hal grew and grew out of his sheath, slimy fluids pooling at his feet as they were pushed out by foot after foot of impossibly hard meat. Hela whined in a mix of happiness and reverence whereas Drak mentally prayed to the gods that the larger male would let him lick his cock. Nala on the other hand, wasn’t going to wait and dashed for the pole and began rubbing against it with her entire body, soft scales against hard flesh and licking it with eagerness. Her sister wasn’t far behind and rubbed her head and paws on the other side, leaving Drak with but one choice. The red male ducked under Hal and stood muzzle to tip with the monster, hesitating for a second to taste the rod, a bead of pre large as his paws being the one thing that pushed him forward. His taste buds exploded and he couldn’t stop licking the tapered tip anymore, each lick an orgasm of flavour as his own tool came in thick ropes that got lost in the pool at his feet.

Hal was at a loss but his pleasure spoke louder than he tried to, the feeling of such small and delicate tongues and scales over his sensitive flesh was taking him far higher than dragons flew. His musk got stronger with each second and clouded the minds of the other three, essentially sinking into their souls and marking them as his. Even if they flew away, somehow escaping the prison of pleasure, they’d be left with his scent for the rest of their lives no doubt.

Each throb brought forth buckets of pre and Drak did his best to drink it all up but his gut was not able to keep up with his lust and several minutes later he was too bloated to keep going anymore and with a pleasant tingling in his loins he made way for the two hungry dragonesses. They had not eaten in several hours and all that pre was just what they needed. Two hot muzzles wrapped on the tip, licking and nibbling with playful pokes that got stronger as their hunger increased, mere nips turning into real bites that could have torn off heads but that only tickled the giant.

Hela and Nala grew impatient since their master was keeping all that seed within himself, sloshing in the sack that Drak was tending to with long licks as he humped the soft flesh with his own hard tool. Their need to be bathed in his seed eventually became too much and Hela decided to get it from the source, pushing her muzzle within the slit at the top. Flesh parted with ease around her snout and gave her all the encouragement she needed: with strong pushes of her hindlegs she pressed more and more of her head into the leaking passage, the pre too strong to be kept inside and lubing her way in. Her neck slid in effortlessly and her short horns scratched the inner flesh in a way that Hal never knew to be possible, making him want more. A simple push with his paw sent Hela inside to her chest, forcing the cock surrounding her to stretch to Impossible proportions. It should have hurt, but it didn’t and Hal wanted more. Hela was now pushed deeper both by him and her sister who was now planning on doing the same thing.

Hela’s claws failed to gain traction and only her talons and the other two at the entrance proved to be of any help in her goal. Pre was so abundant it forced its way in her throat and her nose, burning and filling her. The paunch she got was getting bigger and pushing the flesh around her further out but it wasn’t an issue in any way so she drank more, finding with happiness that it was getting saltier and saltier with each foot. The musk was so strong it made her come with each breath, spraying her sister in fluids and urine all the same every few seconds.

Soon only her wide hips and tail were left outside while her talons were forcing the opening even wider, the slit now seven feet wide, enough for Nala to attempt to go in herself. Hela squealed in surprise when her sister licked her vent and pushed her along with her head, fighting to get inside and reach those heavenly orbs first. A fight broke into the passage and Hal growled, growing more aroused and somewhat annoyed that these two weren’t getting where they wanted.

“Just go in you bitches!” He roared and pushed the two deeper at the same time, sinking his forearm inside several foot of cock until he felt the stretched urethra shrink while something else grew to impossible size. Two dragonesses, each roughly eight feet tall and fifteen long found their place inside his sack, tails still outside and squirming, disappearing only a couple of seconds later when the two finally settled in. “Oh, fuck yes.” He hadn’t felt that full in weeks, not since he had tried not masturbating for seven days. His sack had swelled to more than a dozen feet in diameter, seed churning around the scaled flesh and invading every hole and pore that was available, inseminating the females with a direct bath. Drak mewled, being the only one left outside his master. “What shall we do about you?” Hal caressed the small male with his tail and lined his head with his tailhole. “Get in.” In a split second, Hal lowered his haunches and engulfed Drak’s head in one go, his tailhole already stretchy enough to welcome a head or a paw. The red dragon inhaled the musky air and came again and again, dozens of loads coating the skin of Hal’s sack in pearly seed, surprising the large male with their quantity and thickness. “Inside I said!” This time he pushed in with his tail, slapping the red ass and making it redder with pain while throwing Drak into another climax. Hal growled in happiness and sat on the smaller male, swallowing foot after foot of dragon until there was only the tip of his tail left out and then not even that.

Bloated beyond any means and moaning at each movement of the three inside him, Hal slowly crawled to the entrance of his cave, dragging a couple of tonnes of balls behind his massive haunches. The previously stretched slit returned to normal proportions but instead of pumping pre, globs of seed were pushed out instead by the enthusiastic females residing inside his factories and squirming. Covered in hundreds of gallons of seed and without the need to breathe by some weird property of his body, the two were drinking and stuffing spunk in their vents, bellies more than full and egg chambers even more full and yet… they wanted more and Hal was giving it to them as well as something else entirely.

Exhausted and tired, not to mention horny beyond his imagination, Hal finally entered his cave and dragged himself inside, going deeper and deeper. Would he reach his cum reservoir before he’d blow his load or would he climax on his way there? His sack was dragging behind was getting heavier by the minute but he somehow managed to get to the hole just in time as a river or seed exploded from his slit and burst out, reaching dozens of feet high in the air and into the reservoir below. Waves rose and fell in the virtual lake of spunk and the level began to rise consistently. Hal howled and slumped to the side, causing Drak to move around in his gut as he settled in the massive stomach and fainted in there. Inside the sack between his legs, Hela and Nala were being hit by the stream of seed and almost pushed out, all the slimy spunk leaving the tight confines as the flesh around constricted their forms.

The bronze giant couldn’t keep up with the endless raging climax and fainted several minutes, weeks of practice still not enough to help him pass through this orgasm. Regardless of the condition of the dragon, his cock still pumped out gallon after gallon and his body kept producing more and pushing it out, the usual output already surpassed in the hundreds of spurts. The dragonesses kept getting bathed in the swirling mass of spunk whereas Drak laid surrounded by relatively quiet flesh and sleeping soundly though still humping and coming within the stomach of his master, adding his own seed inside the massive body.

Blacked out, Hal couldn’t tell how much time passed but when he woke up, all of him ached, not with pain but with an even more insistent need for release and a look behind his back told him why: if his sack was big before, it was now almost equal to him in size and with two huge masses squirming within. His gut was not better off, just as huge and carrying the scent of seed from within as Drak had unloaded several dozen times inside.

The bronze giant complained silently and dragged himself to the side, leaning on his flank and thus waking all of his occupants up. The previously gentle movement became insistent and both the dragonesses and the male fought to get outside. An impossibly large bump caused his cock to stretch and his throat gurgled with rising seed, two dragons seeking fresh air. Hal hissed and dragged his sorry ass to the edge of the hole and opened his maw, a small waterfall of seed flowing down adding to the increased level. Drak howled and pushed himself out, stealing air from his master and falling into the lake below with a loud splash and a towering wave of pearly seed.

Freed from one abusive tenant, Hal felt somewhat better, until Hela decided to make her way out as well. A head was outlined beneath the still hard flesh, a far bigger one than before at that and attached to a bigger body to boot. The grown dragoness exited faster than she had gone in the day before and the position Hal was in sent her swimming in the lake, followed by Nala a minute later.

Finally, with ripples and moans, Hal’s body shrank back to his usual size, still humongous but far less encumbering than balls the size of himself and a gut pushing his entire body up in the air.

“Oh, gods, never again… I came enough for two lifetimes…” He sighed and scratched his stomach, far more than pleased. His peace and afterglow was soon destroyed by something deep below. Columns of white rose and three forms flew out of the lake and landed in front of him. “Well…” Hal looked at the dripping dragons, pooling seed at their feet from their grown forms: Drak was now over twelve feet tall and armed with far more muscle than before, sporting a grown member as well, tripled in length and thickness, balls dangling low under his tail; Hela and Nala hadn’t grown as much, only a foot and hadn’t gained muscle or anything, but he knew there was something different about them. The three bowed their heads in syncro. “Hello my darlings…” The look of adoration in their eyes made him smile and motioned the three to come near, licking his spunk off their snouts with care and affection.

“Master… you’re still aroused.” Hal scoffed. “You need to come more.”

“It’s just another morning.” The three seemed worried. “Speaking of needing to release… I need to pee.” He put the idea there, for them to choose and his expectations were met with eagerness. Hal nudged them to close in and the three rushed in front of his tip, maws open to receive the rest of their breakfast.

A stream of gold erupted and was caught by eager mouths and drank in gulps, guts swelling. Ad he released his bladder, Hal found himself with his nose under three backsides and he couldn’t resist the temptation: each dripping entrance, be it a vent or a tailhole, received a fair number of licks and Drak got one on his balls and cock as well. The unexpected attention made them writhe and close their mouths, getting hit in their faces by the last dribbles of urine.

“Sorry, sorry, you all looked so nice I couldn’t resist.” The two females smiled and got off Hal, tail raised and legs spread.

“Then come and take more, master.” His cock twitched with interest and bobbed heavily as he got up. Hal didn’t wait more than a few seconds before lining it with Nala’s swollen entrance and pushing it in, the warm folds parting with ease around him and her body accepting foot after foot with incredible elasticity. She came and squeezed around the entire twenty feet of cock lodged inside and even pushed against Hal’s crotch to have more. Deep inside her were a number of eggs, hard to say how many but Hal was sure they were at least five or six and they were already fertilized to be sure, but making sure that they were really, really going to bear his young wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Fuck me… please.”

“As you wish.” He smiled and pulled back just a little, which in his case meant five feet of cock sliding out and then going back in. Nala screamed and her sister huffed, annoyed and licking her own vent to sate the need.

Drak was in the back, staring at the sight of a monster sliding in with impossible ease and filling his once-to-be-mate far beyond what logic had to say and found it all so arousing he couldn’t help but hope he could be the next one to experience it. Still, as he waited, Drak joined Hela in a self-pleasuring contest, the two of them either sucking or licking their own sexes, barely aware of each other and far less interested in mating. Once, before Hal, they’d have tried to spend time and mate, but with him there, Drak was sure Hela wouldn’t even feel his cock in her vent.

Minutes went by and finally Hal grunted, releasing enough seed in Nala to make her belly swell and make his tip disappear in the bloated skin and scale balloon that was a dragoness. Eventually he had to step off of her, still unleashing torrents of bliss and watched as his seed didn’t escape her and just let her roll out of the way, cock still hard and pointed at another wet vent. Hela came a little just at the prospect of being penetrated by a god of virility, feeling the eggs within her own chamber shift and knock on each other. Hal smiled and prepared himself.