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Rowen was sticking to his guns, keeping the tip of his blade pointed and jabbing into the roof of the dragon’s mouth. His strength was starting to wane but he kept it up, certainly not liking the alternative to being eaten.

But it was hard to focus while he was being jostled back and forth by the beast’s large tongue and constantly subjected to his hot and foul breath. The dragon tried to convince him to drop his weapon, but it was not working so he got the jump on him, spitting the hunter out quickly.

A sigh of relief let Rowen as he fell to the ground. There was still a bit of defiance within him, but he was still curious anyways. “What is the alternative?”

Looming over him was the dragon that reasoned with him. But now he was saying nothing more, but there was a smirk spreading over his large face. And before the human could swing his blade again, it was swatted away from himself and that large paw came down on him, pinning him to the ground yet again.

“I think it’s about time the hunter knows that it feels like being caught himself, and trapped...”

“Beast!” Rowen scowled.

The dragon just chuckled, rolling his eyes. “To you perhaps...”

“You-grrrgh!

He couldn’t say anymore, not against the sudden pressure that was put upon him. The draconic paw was steadily shifting its weight down onto his stomach. It was hardly anything more than shifting it a bit for Draco, but for the human underneath him, it felt like a stack of bricks had been piled onto his body, only getting heavier and heavier.

“I never liked fighting. All it ever does it stresses me out. So you shall be the one to remedy that. You’ve already felt my tongue, so how about you return the favor?”

Now he actually put some weight against the struggling man, his smile growing as he heard his groan of pain. Whether he liked it or not, he was going to give in eventually. And sure enough, Rowen was calling for it all to cease, for the weight to be eased. He could do whatever the massive dragon wanted. Of course he was saying that with the idea of being crushed. It impaired his judgment and left him unable to truly think about what he was saying; exactly what the much larger male wanted.

“There. Was that so hard?” Draco asked. He was still very annoyed, but there was something about feeling a much smaller being squirming underneath him that he found enjoyable.

Admitting defeat, Rowen fell still and sighed as the weight on him was finally eased. But he could still feel the heat of them against his body. It was making him sweat. “Fine. But I take no pleasure in--”

“Yes, yes. Now the real fun begins.”

He held the human down, as he shifted the rest of his large, heavy body. Slowly, the dragon eased his body back, just enough for him to sit down comfortably. He lifted his front paw but quickly replaced it with both of his hindpaws. They were more than enough to cover Rowen’s entire body, all but smothering him underneath the even stronger heat that radiated from the sole.

But the large paws that came from the latter half of the beast’s body were different. Not only were they hotter, but they were damp with sweat. It was already dripping down onto his face. He groaned against this, but there was nothing he could do, completely covered from head to toe with no way for him to get away from it.

Along with the sweat that was covering his face and dripping onto his already damp clothes, the scent of them finally hit it. The deep odor struck his senses hard. It was an intense stink of paws that were left unwashed for months. And for all that time, all the grime and sweat had been left to collect and ferment on the surface of his soles and in between his thick toes. Now that dirty surface was hovering just over his face, feeding that smell to him without letting up.

Even holding his breath gave no relief from the odor, not when it was already stuck deep in his lungs, still tormenting him from within. Soon, Rowen had no choice but to inhale and suck in more of the hard, rancid smell. As his lungs were penetrated by the dragon’s foot musk again, he couldn’t not stop himself from coughing hard against it.

In response, Draco smirked again and laughed openly. Anyone could tell that his hind paws were too much for anyone like a tiny human like him. But aside from the coughing, it was impressive to see that he had not passed out yet. Perhaps there was potential in him yet...

So he decided to play around with him a bit, just to see how much more he could handle.

While the dragon hunter was still coughing hard, Draco finally brought one of his filthy paws down on the human’s face. The moment contact was made, he started to grind it over the small face, very much enjoying the tickling feeling. His motions were slow and it did well to not only drag back and forth, but to also smear the layer of grime onto Rowen’s face as well. And he could soon hear the muffled groans, just barely heard underneath the wide, smelly area.

Feeling that he was still kicking underneath, Draco continued to score his dirty foot over the hunter’s face. A wide smile was on his snout as he did so, knowing that he was tormenting the smaller being and marking him with his permeating stink. Just knowing that was getting him rather excited.

He pressed down a bit more, putting more pressure with both of his hind paws, now using the both of them to press down before easing up and doing it again. It started out rather slow and light, but as he getting used to the motions, Draco steadily started to stamp his horribly musky footpaws against the human’s body, smearing his sweat and dank smell all over his body.

Rowen was wincing and gagging against it all. He could feel sweat being smeared over his face, coating it in a thin layer that plastered the thick odor all over it. And there was more awaiting him along the surface of the dragon’s footpaws. A lot of grime had collected and he was being subjected to it as well. He could feel that heat sticking to him, even when the massive paws lifted.

“Hmm, doing well enough so far...” Draco said in a lone tone that conveyed his amusement.

Any answer that could have been given was quickly muffled by the pressing of his foot yet again. But his voice still sounded against the reeking surface. His mouth was still open and his tongue made contact with it, and just the small taste was enough to spread all over his taste buds, assaulting even more of his senses.

“I did say I wanted to feel that tongue of yours. if you don’t fancy being crushed, I suggest you get licking!” The threat followed up by the dragon putting even more pressure than before, using both footpaws to slowly crush him. His bluff was working; Rowen was quickly calling for mercy, agreeing to do whatever the beast wanted.

“Well, then... Get to it already!”

While still reluctant, Rowen weighed his options and chose that his life was worth it. But that did not ease the disgust he felt towards the massive area that was presented to him. Even after being underneath them and even having the horrendous odor smeared onto his body, the dragon hunter was still not used to it all. And the idea of putting his tongue to one of the unwashed feet made his stomach turn. But an impatient growl forced him to forgo his own pride and feelings...

Voicing his disgust again, Rowen finally started to lick at it. Time seemed to slow as he pressed it to the hot sole, dragging upwards as far and long as he could. But even he knew that it was just a fraction of the greater hole.

But the growls ceased, instead there was a deep sigh from the dragon. That was a good sign to him so the hunter forced himself to continue.

Draco let out a sigh. It was true that the touch was small and didn’t nearly cover the proper surface of his foot, but the scales of his hindpaws were very sensitive to certain touches. And though it was hardly anything compared to the grand scale of his draconic being, Drago could feel those tiny bursts of feeling radiating out all over the area of his feet.

At the very least, Rowen’s actions were falling into a steady motion. He closed his eyes and willed himself to think about something else, but it was not that simple. Not when there was a deep voice that rumbled in his ears, an inescapable stench that engulfed his lungs and nose, and especially not against the terribly bitter taste that felt like a shock to his tongue each time it made contact.

Draco looked down at the male licking at his feet. Steadily he could feel that they were getting quicker, falling into a rather even pace. Along with that, there were more of those intense tingles that spread out to the entire surface of his foot. They made steady shivers run down his spine. It had been a long time since he felt like that. And that last time he did...

He felt himself stirring down below as the distant memory of his time with other dragons came back to him. Of course, their hot, long tongues lapping over his feet felt much better. Just reminiscing on those days past was getting him even more excited than he already was. More than just making his feet feel good or sending shudders along his spine, these memories brought about a new sensation that called Draco’s attention between his legs.

And sure enough, there was the spreading of his neat slit. Pushing its way through the smooth, scale space was the pointed tip of his cock. It had been a while since he had the time to take care of it. Between being on the run and having trouble finding a place secluded enough to hide him during such a private moment, the dragon was left without proper release for some time.

But now with the pleasure of the simple licking, the lust was finally building within him. And this time it was strong enough to make him forgo his better judgment. He had been holding back for much too long and this was the chance to finally take care of himself, even better knowing that his most immediate threat was right there, pinned underneath him.

More and more of his length was spilling out of his slit. Just like the rest of his body, it was rather large. Only halfway out, it was looking akin to a throbbing, flesh colored log. Another lick brought a shudder than forced several inches to come forth, leaving the thickest part to pop free. For a moment he just watched all nearly three feet of his length just bob steadily. It had been some time since the whole length had been exposed like this.

Pressing his foot against the human’s face, making the contact even closer, the dragon smirked against the pleasure drifting through his body. Now it was not only going through his body, it was going through his cock now as well. The pulses were getting stronger and now precum was seeping from the tip and just a moment later, it was already oozing down the shaft, a product of how long he had been holding back.

A scaly hand was already drifting down his body. There was an eagerness within him that he just could not deny. Within him was no pausing or second thoughts. It soon wrapped around his length, giving it a slow pump. His own precum was more than enough lube, allowing him to slip his palm and fingers all the way down and back up again. Another deep sound came from him, a new sort of pleasure. It was much stronger and this time he couldn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure. They were unnoticed by Rowen, even as he started steady motion along his shaft.

The dragon eased his foot down a bit and tapped his toes against the human’s face, chucking again as he heard the moans and groans of disgust against it.

Still feeling that he had no choice, Rowen was servicing all that he could. He had left the sole as wet as he could, reaching along as far and wide as he could manage. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to satisfy Draco for the moment, at least until he shifted his foot to press his toes directly over his head.

At the moment, his head was all but smothered in between two of the fat digits and the smell that surrounded him was the reek of sweat and grime, but multiplied as it was left to ferment within such a hot and tight space. His tongue was back to work again and he turned his head to slowly lap at them.

It was a double edged outcome to find that it was easier to lick along the sides and curvatures of the fat toes. There was even more sweat awaiting him and the odor of the finely aged cheeses paled in comparison to struck his nostrils. But there was nowhere for him to go, he could hardly move anything more than his head, leaving him trapped against the stinking digits. His licks weren’t cleaning them fast enough, constantly feeding him the odor in addition to the layers of dirt and dried mud that had clung deep within the tight spaces.

They were too narrow for Draco himself to take care of and slowly, Rowen was relieving him of that slight discomfort that irritated him from time to time. And it was even better knowing that this was a fate possibly worse than torture for the ordinary human’s senses.

Those touches in between his toes brought a new kind of pleasure. It added to the feelings that came from giving himself slow strokes up and down. Just from the rough scales of his own palm drifting along his shaft, it not only made grunts spill from his muzzle, but the precum that came forth from the tip was more than even he was expecting, showing just how much he was pent up from all the time spent away from tending to himself.

But now he figured it was better than never. With no shame or embarrassment, especially not towards the human who tried to slay him for sport and glory, Draco let himself moan a bit as he went a bit faster, giving his cock a few light squeezes to milk more thick oozes of his draconic precum. It only aided in his motions and in turn added to the pleasure, already feeling much better from it being so long since he felt the touch of himself.

Rowen could hear the sounds, but he was still preoccupied from the toes blocking his view and the smell of them that made it hard for him to think.

Doing the best that he could, Rowen was moving from toe to toe, slowly working them over at the best pace he could manage. The noises coming from Draco all sounded like growls and snarls for him, regardless of whether they were actual growls or the long winded moans. From his perspective, it seemed that his actions were just barely appeasing the massive beast.

His tongue swept back and forth between the digits that he could reach. At this point he could barely feel his tongue, but that did not stop him from swiping it over the dirty surfaces, collecting the layers of dirt and dust that left his tongue feeling dry and gritty.

Draco was watching this and said nothing, seeing no point in interrupting the pleasant feelings that were still drifting through his being. The most he did was move his foot a bit, presenting the human with more of his toes, wanting to see them all receiving such a treatment. As more and more of them were getting just a bit wet and rubbed over by the small but warm tongue, especially when the contact was made in between them, the dragon just let himself feel the pleasure, using it to quench the flames of lust that were still burning hard within himself.

The pleasure was building within him. His hand was slathered and dripping with his thick, slimy precum. It was all too easy to pleasure himself and the feelings remained intense the two way through. Rubbing his paw from the tip and all the way to the base, only to repeat that motion, getting just a bit faster now, rocking his hand up and down, growling even more than before.

Even with those feelings, the dragon was still feeling rather greedy, still wanting even more than what he already had. A smirk returned to his muzzle as he started playing around with the human still trapped underneath him. Just like he had before, Draco put a bit more pressure down on his foot, tapping his toes against the hunter’s face, tormenting him again with his musky digits. He was starting to just enjoy the feeling of something wriggling underneath him, still trying to escape with all their might.

“I have to at least commend you for lasting this long,” Draco said, finally breaking the steady growls that only came from him previously. There was something said in response, but it was muffled and the dragon also did not care much about whatever response was going to be given to him. He was having way too much fun and there was no need to sully the mood with the human’s angry words. He pressed a toe directly over his face and enjoyed the sudden silence that returned, save for the sloppy sounds of his hand pumping along his cock. The pleasure was still building and he could feel that he would be finally releasing all that was held back. It would not be much longer now, but that did not mean he wanted to suddenly cut the fun short either.

He started to time the strokes to the same pace that his foot was being licked. It was fun for him considering how often the pace changed, it meant that the motions of his own had changed as well, keeping the pleasure fresh and fluctuating. Even stronger than before, Draco could feel himself steadily reaching his limit and the thought of doing it with the human present was even more exciting.

With his hand drifting further and faster, Draco finally decided to ease his foot from the human, freeing him from the near smothering of his face. But all it took was him sliding his foot down and pinning it over his lower body instead to keep the hunter in place.

And it was that Rowen, with widening eyes, finally learned the true source of the deep sounds. Seeing the hulking creature pleasuring himself, openly moaning and shuddering without an ounce of shame. It left him completely stunned. For a moment, his body stopped moving and there was no desire to squirm out of the hold. All he could do was lie there as the draconic being was speeding up his pace and increasing the volume of his moans.

Draco always liked to make the pleasure really linger, dragging it out for much longer than this on several occasions. But it had been so long since he had even touched himself and his body was not willing to hold it all back for much longer. So if he could not keep the pleasure going for that long, then he would go even faster and harder, finishing off strong instead.

It was then that Rowen realized what was going on, or rather what was going to happen very, very soon. And as his struggling continued to do no good, while his upper body was freed, his lower body was stuck firmly underneath. There was nothing that he could do and that made him panic even more. It was one thing to be forced to clean the beast’s horrid feet but he most certainly didn’t agree to something like this, in any shape or form. In his ears were those growls that he now clearly heard as moans and to make matters worse, he could hear the loud slicks and squelches from the abundant fluid that coated the draconic flesh.

Indeed, the pulses of Draco’s cock were getting stronger and another spike of pleasure flared within him. It caused a jet of pre to shoot from his tip and it splattered down on his other foot. Rowen cried out in disgust, the fluids nearly landed on him...

But just seeing that gave the dragon an idea. If he was going to teach the hunter a permanent lesson, then he would have to make sure that it would be stuck within his memory for some time.

So he lifted his foot first and then reached down with his free hand, quickly scooping up and dangling the human by the back of his clothes. With a naughty grin on his face, Draco stroked his cock faster, groaning out as he could feel himself getting closer. And it really drove the message home, he angled the tip directly at the hunter.

Rowen was back to squirming as hard as he could, pleading to the beast to spare him, saying that he learned his lesson. But at this point, Draco was no longer listening. His mind was made up and he now found a thrill in his impending orgasm, marking the human in his essence...

“Grraaah! Aaah!” Draco finally roared out, giving a few more pumps of his hands. Finally he felt the that blissful wave of pleasure, striking him harder than it ever had for some time. He couldn’t help but make a face of pleasure as his cock started to swell and pulse hard, shooting the backed up fluids.

Rowen cried out as powerful blasts of hot and sticky cum struck him. One volley came after the other. His own sounds were drowned out by the deep moans from the dragon finally blowing his load after so long. Draco tilted his head back and continued to stroke his dick, milking as much seed from himself as he could. The pleasure was still strong and each rush of his cum spurting from his tip left him wanting to fully drain himself, made even better by the fact that he was heavily marking the human with his viscous essence.

The hot and musky dragon cum seeped into the hunter’s clothes, making them heavy, sticky, and smellier than they already were, now totally reeking of a dragonic stench that he knew would not come out easily. he closed his eyes and mouth, feeling the seed splashing onto and coating his face in a thick layer of the pearlescent ropes that clung to his body. Trying to wipe them off only smearing them along his body and making his hands sticky with it. There was nothing he could do but endure, grimacing as he heard the dragon moaning still, along with the loud squishes of his hand pumping up and down a few more times...

Finally, it all came to an end and Draco sighed, letting go of his softening and retreating cock. And with that, he just dropped the human to the ground, letting him fall down into the wide puddle of seed that formed and pooled out underneath him. Rowen groaned and was dazed for a moment. His entire body felt hot and slimy, it was made even worse by lying on the ground. He quickly got up, but that foot came back down to pin him down again, leaving him trapped in the pool of seed.

Draco took a moment to catch his breath before he spoke again. “I trust you have finally learned your lesson...” Despite having felt such bliss and relief, his tone was low and just as threatening.

“Y-yes... Yes! I have!” Rowen pleaded again. His tone was completely different now. He had lost his drive and desire to hunt the beast down, very much meaning it when he said that he learned his lesson. “Just please... Spare me! And... Clean me of these vile fluids!”

Draco couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Even after all that he had been put through, being wedged under his paws, forced to lick them and even being marked in his seed, the hunter still saw fit to make demands. He was a bigger piece of work than the dragon could have ever anticipated. Maybe there was a bit more he could do to really drive home the lesson.

But what more could he do? It now eluded him. He couldn’t simply go back to grinding his feet over the human’s face. No, he had to top what had already been done now. For the long life of himself, Draco could not think of what to do, but his mind did dwell on the human demanding to be cleaned from the seed that covered his body.

Then there was a sudden pressure within him, the feeling of his body alerting him to the fullness of his bladder. The dragon then got the perfect idea of how to shut the human up, clean him up, and really teach him the lesson that he truly needed to learn.

“Hmm, very well. Since I’ve done this to you, it’s only right that I clean it away,” Draco was holding back another wicked smirk, knowing that the human would never be truly prepared for what was to come. That feeling within him only grew stronger as he heard Rowen sigh with relief, clearly thinking that the dragon was suddenly going to change his approach.

But the hunter’s relief fell as he saw the dragon’s cocktip sliding free from his slit yet again. Still pinned underneath his musky foot, there was no way for him to escape again. And with the sight of the thick and heavy flesh, the human knew that nothing good could come of it.

More and more of his length came free, just enough for the dragon to be able to relieve himself. Draco had to hold back his excitement, not wanting himself to get too hard. Instead he just focused on that feeling, the pressure within him that was getting stronger and stronger. He teased himself, letting it build until he could no longer hold it back.

And once he reached that point, the dragon just made a small push before letting it all go. Another long winded noise came from him, deep and rumbling from his chest. There was something about peeing after cumming that made it feel extra good. Again, he was letting himself sigh and groan as he took hold of himself, angling the narrow tip of his dick directly at the pinned human.

“Mmm... Y-you might want to hold your breath...”

Rowen hardly had time to do so, but he managed before the stream was moved and splashed over his body. Yet again, he was pelted with a hot liquid. And to the dragon’s credit, it did well to wash away the layers of his cum. But now it was being replaced with an even hotter and even worse smelling fluid.

It poured directly over his face at first, but was angled lower, splashing over the rest of him as well, reaching every spot that the seed previously clung to him. But with that wetness being replaced with the wetness of hot piss continually coming from the larger beast, Rowen was being marked all over again, but this time it was actual. The smell that was clinging to him made him want to retch. Not only was it as strong as his foot-musk, but it was clearly meant to leave a deep imprint, to let other creatures know who now owned him.

And looking up at the beast himself, Rowen could see just how much the creature was enjoying it. Aside from his sounds, the dragon was grunting and pushing out more of his fluids, keeping the stream strong, clearly feeling the blissful pleasures of draining his bladder. Draco was very much enjoying himself, all the more so knowing that the hunter would walk away with the experience burned deep into his memory.

And when the stream did die down, Rowen indeed felt no urge to hunt down the dragon anymore. Instead he instead felt the need to get away from him instead, finally developing a newfound respect for Draco. The foot rose up and he was thankful to be released, but that was before it came back down again.

It was then joined by the other. After being made to lick those feet, being coated in dragon seed, and subjected to his hot and reeking piss, Rowen would have hoped that it would all be finally over for him, that there was no more for him to be tormented with. But Draco was now content to use him in any way that he saw fit and steady grunts and gasps came from him as the dragon callously used him as a mat to stamp and grind his feet over.

Draco had a smile on his face as he continued to lift and drop his feet on the human, softly trampling him over and over. It was an odd but nice feeling to feel a warm and wet body underneath his soles. Sure, it was making them all messy again, but it would be no issue to get the hunter to lick them clean again...