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It was a day like any other in Hornfurt. The sun stood low in the sky, making the fields of wheat glow like a treasure trove filled with gold and casting long shadows from the nearby oak forest that slowly encroached on the outermost farmhouses marking the border of King Leonas's realm.

He was a peaceful king, and the last war his realm fought in, was long before he even saw the light of day for the first time. The small standing army that they maintained had to occasionally fend of small gangs of hobgoblins, but those could usually be dealt with without any casualties.

However, there were rumours of a gargantuan winged beast roaming the lands far-south of Hornfurt. Two fortnights ago a group of messengers has been dispatched south to try and learn more about this beast. One of them should have returned already two day ago, but there was no messenger in sight.

"Ahhh they're probably just carousing in some tavern!" Two strongly built men were standing on the gatehouse of the inner castle, exchanging banter.

"I wouldn't be so sure Ren. These messenger are hand-selected from the most trustworthy members of court."

"So what, we are knights, Bruno, the most chivalrous men of the realm. I would probably be sitting in the tavern just as well now!" Ren gave off a hearty laugh. "Come now, let's finish our patrol."

They continued walking around the wall, not paying as much heed as they knew they should be. Ren was barely half of Brunos age and has not seen conflict in all of his life as a knight. He heard about some of his peers, having fought off Goblins and Hobgoblins, but he was not sure he actually believed those stories and that they actually existed.

As the sun set, Ren and Bruno went into the castle kitchen for a small meal and a mug of ale, to celebrate their shift ending. The women moseying about in the kitchen, preparing a meal for King Leonas, all had plump body types and well rounded, huge, breasts, just they way Ren liked them. He was about to approach one of them when a massive roar echoed into the kitchen from the outside. The whole kitchen seemed to have resonated with the roar. Pots were being dropped, and some of the women gave off screeches of terror. Ren looked at Bruno in fear.

"What in Gods name was that!" Both of them grabbed their equipment in a hurry, which was leaning against the wall next to the main door, and ran outside. Around them, the inhabitants of the castle were in panic. They were running in all directions, some grabbing their kids and family, others frantically packing up their belongings. The two knights ran towards the castle gatehouse and hurried up the stairs to get an overview of the situation, and to ascertain from where that roar could have come.

On the edge of the forest, a massive black and red beast was stomping on all fours towards the farm houses, uprooting the trees in the process. While the oaks were already of massive size, they seemed tiny in comparison to the beast. Ren and Bruno could not believe their eyes. On the back of the beast they saw a pair of dark wings which were even larger than the sails of their flagship which lay in the harbour and was the pride of King Leonas's kingdom. From the back of these huge sails, almost spear-like features were protruding out, showing the edges of the bones holding the wings together with each of these bones thicker than the oldest oak-tree in the lands. On its head it bore two giant scarlet-red horns with serated edges, spiraling around themselves, like horns of a goat, rising towards the sky. The beast was very distant, but was so massive that it looked like it could reach them in a single jump.

"Is that a... a dragon?" Ren looked at Bruno, whose face lost any colour. "We need to go! We need to help them!" Ren pulled on Brunos arm, who did not react and just stood there, frozen to the ground. Ren scoffed at him and ran down the gatehouse making his way towards the beast.

As he got closer after nearly half an hour of continuous running, chaos reigned in the city. Pieces of buildings that the dragon kicked away as he stomped through the border of the realm were lying strewn across the golden fields. People came raining down from the sky as they were thrown about like nothing more than sand. Ren could hear bones shatter as those poor souls impacted on the ground. Blood and guts were decorating houses. The disaster was of an unimaginable scale, yet he was still many miles distant from the dragon. He could now clearly see the scales lining the underside of the beast, each of which was larger than the average farming house that they just broke through. They were giant triangular pieces of a blood-red material, resembling the blood-soaked armor of a soldier returning from war. These scales, running down the dragons muscular underside, made him look unpenetrabal. Its four legs were free of these massive scales and were a matte black, featuring skin resembling that of snakes, sagging slightly as they crushed through more building. At their ends were massive red claws, curling around, digging into the soil like massive shovels, throwing sand and dirt in all directions. And Ren saw something he could believe even less than the dragon itself.

Below the dragon hang a dark red piece of meat, nearly as large as their castle. It was the dragons cock, sliding across the ground, crushing houses under its weight. It was protruding from a sheath at the far end of the dragons underbelly and looked like nothing he had every seen on any animal. It featured ridges all along its length, large enough for a human to climb up on. Veins like tree trunks forked along it, steadily pumping blood, which could clearly be seen running through in pumping motions. Even though he had no comparison, he could tell it was not even fully erect yet. A clear and viscous liquid was gushing out of it tip like a waterfall, making Ren believe that the dragon actually enjoyed rubbing its cock through the structures and was producing copious amounts of precum from it. The ground under its tip was soaked in clear gooey liquid. Suddenly with a single earthquake, the dragons head hang over Ren. Three dark-red flaps of skin were running along its chin down to its neck, like wattles of a hen, as large as the tapestry in the castles throne room. Two of the beasts massive fangs, as large as trees, were hanging over its mouth even as it was closed. An idea flashed through Rens mind and he grabbed a lantern that was lying among the debris and lit it on, using his tinderbox. This was his chance, as he drew his sword with his other hand.

"Beast!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. But he did not know what else to say to this monstrosity. Unexpectedly, the dragons head turned towards him. A gust of heavy wind nearly blew Ren to the ground as the dragons breath hit him from two cavernous blackened blowholes. Gargantuan red, evil, eyes focused on Ren, and it seemed as if the dragon showed a grin. More of its fangs could be seen and the prison of teeth he could see, lining the beasts humongous snout scared Red to death. Ren was not prepared as one of the dragons forward claws blocked the sun, and came rushing towards him. Surprisingly gently, the massive black claw scooped him up, encasing him in darkness, just having his oil lantern now to give him vision. Was he going to be devoured? He yelled out, with the only reply being the claw moving. He was forced against the scaly skin, feeling the rough snake-like skin, as the claw moved through the air. As light entered the opening claw once more, he realised in horror what was happening. He was being devoured, but not by the dragons maw.

The dragon was now standing lowly on its two hindlegs and Ren could see right below him where the claw opened up, what resembled a cave entrance of two yards width and five yards in height. But it was no cave. It was the piss-slit of the dragon. Dark-red meat was pulsating around it, widening and tightening the entrance with every pulse, and periodically more of the clear liquid came gushing out. Ren could not believe what he saw as the claw slowly angled itself so that the only way was down. He started slipping.

He lost hold of his sword but could hold on to the lantern. He could barely make his sword out as it pierced through the liquid, and disappeared into the dragons cock, soon to be followed by himself. The smell grew ever stronger as the claw moved closer, but he could now bear it. He now had barely any hold to stand on, so he decided to jump. He slid through the liquid like through a waterfall, and was suddenly surrounded by walls of bumpy flesh, glowing in the light of his lantern. Some of the liquid entered his mouth and it left him with an incredibly salty and disgusting taste. He was still sliding but noticed that the dragons penis must have returned to an almost horizontal position as he slowed down. He could see veins, as thick as pipes, pumping blood through Rens semi-erect prison. As they pumped away, the ground under his feet occasionally contracted and expanded and he could feel the heartbeat of the dragon through the vibrations of his cock. It would have been fascinating to observe further were he not in a situation of life and death. He knew his sword fell down much further into the cock than himself, so he finally rose to his feet and started to wade through the everlasting stream of precum rising to his knees.

Had he not brought the lantern, he would have been completely blind, as all he could see was a tiny light behind him at the end of this fleshy tunnel. He did not know how far he still had to go, but he remembered that the dragons proud member was several hundreds of yards long.

"My god this is horrible, what are we supposed to do!" Nobody was actually around Bruno to hear his rambling. He was kneeling next to the castle walls, weeping, panic being the only emotion he felt right now. He then took a glimpse outside. The gargantuan dragon was now nearly at the main castle. His spiked tail, slithering on the ground behind him, with red rugged edges scattered on it like shards of red glass, mowed down a massive part of the outer castle wall with ease.

Bruno could see the city inhabitants try and escape towards the inner castle from it, as the strong muscular tail just rolled over them, crushing them into the dirt, pressing out any lifeforce in an instant. He heard screams cut off within instants, as the claws of the dragon came crushing down on the people as they moved forward, only leaving giant splurges of blood where they hit the ground. As the dragon did so he seemingly enjoyed it, as every time a scream was cut short by the dragon, Bruno could have sworn that the dragon showed some of the white fangs hidden within its lengthy black maw , almost like a grin. And then there was the dragons member, which seemed to have grown considerably since Bruno first spotted it. Now, the enormous veins on it seemed to be almost popping out, and the ridges, spaced about every fifty yards, seemed to have grown thicker and almost swollen. A colossal knot has pushed itself out of the dragons dark-red sheath, surrounded by a thick clear goo, dropping to the ground en-masse. The bulb was pulsating like a heart at the base of the gargantuan phallus. He was certain that he could feel the pulse accompanied by vibrations of the ground, but that might just have been from the sheer awe and fear he was in from the sight. It seemed as if the dragon started rutting his whole manhood along the ground in a rythmic motion.

Having reached a slightly wider area in this red, pulsating, tunnel, Ren was finally successful in finding his sword. Washing of the clear liquid, which has drastically increased in production since he first entered his surroundings, he put his sword towards its sheath. Stopping just before fully putting it away, he noticed that the walls and ground around him had a swollen, bubble-like structure. Being studied in the fairly advanced anatomy knowledge of the Kingdom, due to Ren planning to ultimately become a field physician after his knighthood training, he recalled where he actually was located.

"The prostate," he whispered to himself, sensing a feeling of embarrassment rushing over him that he needed to proclaim this. This, he realised, explained why the blood flow through the dragons proud member, as well as the production if the clear liquid increased so massively. Ren was literally stimulating the dragon as he moved about on it. He stopped dead in his tracks and completely unsheathed his sword once more. With a quick stab he punctured the swollen meat, piercing the dragons prostate.

Bruno could see the dragon increasing the pace of its rutting, letting out a deafening roar towards the sky as it threw back its head. The black, shiny muscles on the back of the dragon, flanking its red spine filled with more shard-like plates, bulged outwards as if the beast was flexing. Following this initial roar, several followed, as if the monsters colossal cock was about to climax. However, no final act followed as the ridges of the dragons meat-tail ripped off parts of the castle walls. Several guards were retreating from the broken castle walls but kept peppering the dragon in arrows. Its whole chestplate-like underbelly had arrows strewn over it, but it paid those projectiles little heed.

Suddenly, the rutting came to an end, but roars were still echoing through the valley. After this brief pause of the dragons destructive act it seemed to be letting off of the castle, and turned its massive head down towards its cock as it rose onto its hind-legs. It towered over the castle, being five times its height and seemed to be investigating its stiff piece of meat rising along its belly.

Deep inside of the dragons cavernous meat, Ren was holding on to a flap of stiff flesh, still trying to pierce the prostate. Blood was gushing out, as well as a milky, viscous fluid, much of which was now streaming over Ren as he hung there. He did not know why the dragon was now in a vertical position and the endless dark tunnel of its piss-pipe was hovering ominously below his feet, but he knew he had to try what he could to hurt the dragon. He was optimistic that his efforts were working, destroying the dragon from the inside, but knew he needed to go further.

"What the hell is it doing?" Bruno asked to none of the other guards in particular. The dragon ran its frontal claws softly over its shaft, down towards the now fire-red knot and finally touching the black skin below. The dragon no longer showed its fangs and seemed confused, its giant evil eyes scanning its reproductive parts. Suddenly another volley of arrows flew through the sky, landing all over the dragons thick cock-head, several even entering the dragons urethra.

Any potential confusion on its face faded in an instant, and as it dropped back on all fours it landed right in the central castle spire, smashing through it like a hammer. Not much of the castle was left standing and Bruno was wondering why they should even continue defending it now that it was turned into a pile of rubble. The castle and as well as many of its inhabitants were turned into piles of rubble and blood under the heavy claws of the dragon, now sticky with the innards of hundreds of humans. In addition to the pair of massive paws digging into the ground, the gargantuan cock slammed down as well, clearing away any last rubble of the castle gate with a sound like that of a volcanic eruption. Dust was blown up and for a short time the underbelly of the beast could not be seen. After a while of the dragon just resting in place, the dust settled, and Bruno gasped with joy. From the tip of the dragons dark-red meat in addition to the clear viscous liquid from before, blood was gushing out like a macabre red waterfall. "The arrows worked! See!"

However even though blood was flooding out of its cock, it was harder than ever and seemed to have grown even further with its ridges becoming an even darker shade if red and swollen even further. After what seemed like a short rest, the dragon resumed its rutting, even faster than before, now just rubbing through the rubble of the castle, spraying blood everywhere.

Back on his legs, Ren knew deep down that his actions were having an effect. He once more held his sword firmly in his hand and started running towards the sunlight falling into the meat tunnel, now filled with buckets of blood in addition to much more of the transparent sticky fluid. As he ran, he took a massive swing with his sword and slashed into the thick meaty wall, right through a thick vein. It opened right up, gushing out blood, spraying all over Ren. Accompanying this burst of one of the dragons vessels, a small earthquake shook Ren around. It must have been the dragon struggling against the pain! This encouraged Ren further, who now had not a single doubt or fear in his mind and was certain he could slay the beast.

As blood kept rushing out, Ren slashed any vein he could see. One after another, the massive pipes burst, releasing hot blood all over Ren. He heard stories about how warriors, as they became covered in blood, lost any sense of humanity and became true berserkers, destroying anything in their sight. Ren could feel this bloodlust rise from deep within. As the taste of iron filled Rens mouth with each of the splashes of blood he swallowed by mistake, he felt his strength grow further and further. Soon he did not seek out the veins anymore, and instead rammed his sword into any spot of the dragons member he could reach. The shaking of his environment was now so strong that he got thrown on the floor multiple times, but rose back to his feet quick after.

Finally after a particularly hard quake, Ren lost his sword in the torrent of blood and stick fluid. However he reached now a mental state where he did not care anymore. He stood up and where he slashed into the dragons urethra just before, he pushed his hands into the gushing wound, and with a loud scream ripped it open as far as he could, ripping off bits of meat, and tearing out smaller veins like weeds. He was filled with bloodlust.

He could feel how this made his own cock become erect, as he had such power over this gargantuan beast. He could simply tear through it, ripping it to death from the inside. His mind slipped into an animalistic state as he opened his mouth and bit into the fleshy wall of the dragons cock tearing out a piece of it, chewing it like steak. He was going to destroy this beast completely.

Bruno was now standing several yards away from the former castle, as the dragons rutting continued, accompanied by more and more blood. Even though its cock kept growing, the dragon itself did not seem to enjoy what was happening. Its maw was perpetually open, showing hundreds of white sharp fangs, with saliva running down its corners. Several deafening roars escaped from somewhere deep within, that did not sound as scary as before, but simply afraid. Its eyes, now not angry anymore, but only fearful, were moving rapidly, as if searching for the culprit of its pain. Any air of majestic beast has disappeared from it and the dragon now only seemed like a debilitated fearful animal.

Its rutting became slower but much stronger, and Bruno felt like it was reaching its climax. A last loud roar echoed through the destroyed city, louder than any of the previous roars, and Bruno could see how the dragons cock contracted. Finally, after several seconds of anticipation, the cock released itself. A mix of blood and a white opaque thick liquid exploded out kf the tip of the cock, pushing away much of the castle rubble in its way, flushing it down into the castle moat. But as the dragon kept ejaculating, it tossed and turned as if being ripped apart from the inside. And soon enough, Bruno saw some of the white liquid burst out from the ridges along the side of the dragons cock. Like a water tank that became too fragile to hold its contents, more and more ruptures appeared along the dragons cock, gushing with blood and semen.

Finally the dragon could no longer stand the pain, and crumbled under its own weight. As it came crushing down, the weight of its underbelly was crushing its own cock. As it did, more blood and sperm was forced out the tip flooding across the castle grounds, and the cock deformed under the dragons weight, flattening it into an unnatural shape. As it did, with a sudden burst, the wide tip of the dragons meat split open at the end of its urethra like a piece of paper ripped into two. The head was now split open, both halves being pushed apart from the force of the liquid trying to force its way out of the dragon. Open veins, like hollow treetrunks were shooting out blood. With the weight of the whole dragon further putting pressure on its destroyed cock, the rupture ran down the massive shaft, like a canyon ripping through a mountain range, splitting it wholly into two. Finally, with the tiny former exit of the urethra no longer being the only path for the liquid to escape through, it was now only babbling like a gentle brook out of the base of the cock, which was not fully split into two yet. The two flaps of the forked cock turned over on the side of the dragon, lying there, lifeless but still pulsating slightly like a dying animal, gushing out less and less blood. As they did, the engorged ridges started to contract, almost disappearing, and the whole phallus started to shrink towards the dragons sheath. What was previously effortlesly crashing through strong castle walls, looked now like a giant shriveled piece of old meat.

Brunos mouth was agape as it was the most horrendous thing he ever witnessed, but he could not avert his gaze. A last breath left the dragons slightly open maw, as its tongue fell out between its fangs, followed by a small stream of blood. It was finally dead, lying on its split cock which was just moments before ravaging their castle, now covered in thick dragon semen and thousands of gallons of blood. Walking closer to the beasts carcass, Bruno once more could not believe his eyes. Behind one of the massive flaps of the cock, a familiar face appeared, walking heavily, covered in red and white fluids.