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Territorial Takeover

Never invade a Stud’s territory

A snort and a huff.

That was the portending sound that came as Khan approached the land he’d claimed as his own. However, as the gray T. rex walked under the canopy, smacking the potential low branches that got in his way, there was a distinct scent.

Not as feral. Not as prime. And different. A musk that permeated the scratched-out bark, or the hints of urine used to overcome the stronger markings. His nostrils dilated at the smell, taking it in while his golden eyes closed and reopened.

A huff, a grunt. It wasn’t much from the T. rex as he leaned, rubbing his muzzle against a tree, but it was the confirmation.

Again, the Dragon had crawled deeper into his territory.

That one had been conniving at first, only inching closer until their territories were conjoined. Then, it was the edge. The unfertile hunting grounds that were there to be lost during a claim.

Then, the promising water sources where prey huddled together in small groups. Then… It was closer to the heart of Khan’s territory.

He snorted, his mouth opening and closing. Even his crest lifted, his hump fat and adequate for a male of his stature. And he charged.

His muzzle forward, the T. rex charged while following his nose, following the trail leading through the edge of his territory and towards the indolent Dragon.

The deep growls chased away any smaller predators, any potential meat that might undermine his hunt for authority.

And then, as his steps left the primordial forest for the rocky mainland, the T.rex knew he’d been seen. The slight shift in the air, the smell that was permeating him. The… magic.

The T.rex huffed and growled, shaking his head while the Dragon’s trail guided him right to his lair.

To Vernax’s lair.

The Red Dragon was waiting for him, unsurprisingly. On all fours, with his wings folded, the red-eyed Mythical didn’t look as impressive. The T.rex squinted, his claws digging into the ground of the lair filled with bones and shimmering metal. Then, the Dragon sat, a hand up.

“Khan. My Neighbor. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you in my abode?”

The T.rex huffed, shaking his head, though he wasn’t showing his teeth yet.

“What? Me? Intruding on your territory? That’s absurd. Silly, even. Why would I bother nagging you when I have my own lands? Unless. They’re not as fertile anymore.”

Khan rolled his eyes, his muzzle doing the same, his little clawed hands relaxing.

“I might have decided to… Enlarge my territory. But you see, my brothers are surrounding me on every side but yours. I had to contend with yours to have enough to feed a female.”

Khan closed his eyes. His nostrils dilated. It was getting nowhere with Vernax. Always using those words, always getting in the way. Always trying to make himself suave.

Finally, Khan took one step forward and screamed. His teeth were extended, his tongue lashing out while saliva flew onward… And hit Vernax.

In return, the Dragon huffed, reached for the saliva on his muzzle, and wiped it before shaking his dark claws at the tip.

“A duel? So quaint, Khan. I knew you were old. But not as old for this.”

Khan huffed, his chin raised while he watched the Dragon go on his legs and yet, raise one while shaking his fingers. The stench of magic filled the room, though it wasn’t adverse magic. No, the smell was sweeter, simpler. And the white weave seemed to concentrate around the Dragon and then… between his legs. Right around those low-hanging and leathery testicles, red and plump like ripe fruits.

“But I will not fight. If we must pit ourselves, it will be through our virility,” said Vernax before, in a strange display, the Dragon turned and then… Went on his back.

A sign of submission on many occasions.

But here, with those spread legs and arms lifted… It was akin to a trap. With one at the center that was Vernax’s genitals. His testicles, filled and full, were weighing heavily on either side of his tail while his own cock, musky and coated with fluids, was slowly arising from the Dragon’s sheath like a spire.

A pink, massive, and sleek spire with some lubricant sticking to it.

Khan groaned, rolling his eyes at it, but approached.

“Do not be such a killjoy. It is you who came up with the need to challenge me. I decide the terms in my lair,” replied Vernax, chuckling.

Indeed, it felt like a trap, but Khan still approached. His slit opened up slowly but steadily. The scales were pried apart, and so, from the musky and dripping depths, Khan’s cock was out. Lengthy, pink, and certainly with a quite wide tip, befitting the T. rex.

To complement this, veins ran under the red skin, bulging and slithering like rivers.

His testicles weren’t visible, but the pouch holding them was weighing between the T.rex’s legs as he approached, his legs by Vernax’s.

“Should I help you be full?” asked Vernax, waving a white finger before he heard Khan’s growl. “This was an offer. After all. It has to be a real match, or else you’d think I cheated.”

Khan snorted, leaning forward to adjust his groin, to angle his cock and present it to the Dragon’s. If Vernax wanted such a fight, he’d get it.

Huffs, stomps, growls followed until… The Dragon moved.

Khan shouted as his cock, not fully erect, was smacked by the Dragon’s length and then pushed back. It was a surprise. An attack. An ambush on his virility.

The Dragon’s cock pushed him deeper and deeper, cornering the Saurian cock until no more could squeeze into the sheath.

Until… The pressure grew on the T.rex’s tip; the tension forced on the sole passageway left.

Khan roared, his head lifting. But he felt it: the entrance giving in, the urethra being split open…

Then the nerve endings suddenly soared with a plethora of sensations.

Pleasure, pain. Overwhelming. Khan’s mind exploded as he glanced at the ceiling above. His eyes remained open, his mouth dropped, saliva dripped all over Vernax while his cock bulged, partly, from the enormous cock nestled within.

“This is your first time taking one inside? Do not worry. I shall make this fight the most pleasant for us,” said Vernax, his legs going on either side of Khan’s back.

Even his tail joined, pushing and forcing the T.rex to lower his back.

To lower himself while another inch of that Dragon’s cock was ushered inside him.

To endure as his cock, unused to the burn of penetration, was spread. And forced to take more of that Dragon’s cock inside until the Cock’s underside bulged due to the penetration. It was raw, intense, brutal.

It was something that made the T.rex almost totter, if not for the Dragon’s legs holding him up and tying him, then slowly closing on his tail to make him lower.

“Your cock is sumptuous, Khan,” purred Vernax, his voice by the T.rex’s ear-hole. The more the Dragon pulled, the more that length dug inside the Dinosaur.

And though they were similar in length, there was one detail. One that began to ascend as it slipped past the sheath and bulged in the lair’s frigid atmosphere.

A knot. Wide, bulging, throbbing. And certainly ready to take the T.rex’s urethra like it would have done with any other orifice.

“I’ll have fun knotting you,” continued the Dragon, grabbing Khan’s neck and yanking him down… Down until the Saurian’s muzzle was pressed against the stone and locked by the wrapped arms.

It took a moment for Khan to shake off the daze. For his mind to focus back on what was happening. For him to blink, to see the stone ahead. And then to look aside, one eye meeting Vernax’s.

“Let’s play a little,” said Vernax as he waved his hand.

Blue strands followed the digits as Vernax’s legs closed and dug into Khan’s sides, pulling the T.rex closer. And closer. And closer until that knot was the only part left that wasn’t inside his cock.

A knot whose size was so immense, so raw, so girthy, it was to break the Dinosaur’s wide urethra.

Khan growled and winced, his eyes closing as each pull felt like a hit.

He growled, too, whenever he heard the Dragon’s chuckling. Surely, having long arms helped him stay in control and lock the T. rex. A shame of a fight that was ending as Khan roared, and his urethra was giving in. Steadily. But slowly.

The orifice seared and burned; the flesh stretched beyond what it was used to. It ached as the knot was passing through, forced by Khan’s own weight as his legs were pulling under him. And…

It was there.

Without a plop. Without a grandiose explosion. Only a mere Schlorp and the Dinosaur’s eyes opened, then the eyelids relaxed, his cock now bulging from within with the knot at the tip.

The knot that was firmly nestled inside, tickling all the nervous ends inside the lined-up urethra.

But Vernax wasn’t done. His fingers continued to weave whatever he had in mind until, through a surprising display… Numbers and letters appeared.

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The blue characters floated before Khan’s eyes, and though he turned his head and closed his eyes, the characters remained before him. Like a constant illusion. He grunted.

“That? This is a spell to track how much… Lineage you have left inside your testes,” said Vernax, his tail-tip tapping the Saurian’s testicular pouch. “I told. A fight of virility. Let’s see how long you can last before you reach zero.”

Khan growled. He would’ve roared, but his mouth was locked. And… That damned Red Dragon laughed, chortled. Vernax was already gloating, laughing, acting relaxed as if he would win. And…

There was the fluid.

Khan’s eyes widened when he heard the Red Dragon’s sigh, followed by something hot, sticky, and powerful being pumped inside his prostate.

He didn’t know the organ, but he certainly felt the pressure accumulating within as the oversized organ was fighting hard against the backflow. Even his bladder was getting teased, though most went right for the Dinosaur’s genitals.

Right to that organ that was squeezing the tunnel hard, trying to halt that searing and invading substance.

“Stop? But we haven’t begun yet,” sighed Vernax, stroking Khan’s muzzle. “I will breed you out, Dinosaur!”

The laugh was unnerving. But as much as the need to clench… or the feeling of a white-hot iron being forced down his cock right into his prostate. And then… It split. The flow, the constant push, split into two parts. Two parts that were going back, then up… Then right forward… And finally down. Down… But down where the T.rex testicular pouch was.

Khan’s eyes widened, feeling something unsavory and strange: the tubes leading there were bloated, filled.

At first, it felt like a kick in the groin. He groaned and huffed, his eyelids closing on their own as he fought against the wave of pain radiating from his lower body. Khan even rubbed his muzzle against the ground before.

But that same pain was slowly receding. As the tunnels were widened, bloated by the sticky and thick semen, his body adjusted.

The pain vanished, and then the heavy sensations remained as the flow went down… Down to his testicles and then… A pinprick.

He roared, or tried to.

“Shhh… It’s starting. See? It’s so easy.”

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Khan saw that number, practically burned into his eyes. He couldn’t ignore it. He couldn’t act; it wasn’t possible. That line remained. It would remain so as he felt that pinprick hit his second testicle.

It hurt. It ached. But… It stopped. The flow, the pressure. Sure, that semen was there, and his tubes were aching from that foreign substance. But it had stopped, and he sighed.

“Let’s go for round two. What? I am still full,” laughed Vernax before he grunted.

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Khan cried, his muzzle hitting the solid ground.

Sure enough, he could feel that cum going down inside his nuts. He could feel the sudden burst of pressure inside them as if they were filled. Like balloons or guts filled with water. And yet, at the same time… There was that warmth, that heat. That… Sudden burn that was spreading all across, both nuts. Both organs were getting filled.

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“That’s almost too easy,” chuckled Vernax, his tail tapping Khan’s back.

The Dragon was definitely enjoying this as he forced Khan down… And counted on the Saurian’s defensive reflex to push with his legs if given enough leeway.

Just enough to make it feel like a back-and-forth. To have Vernax’s knot moving along the edge or perhaps deeper… To have his cocktip nudging that urethra whenever he was about to cum.

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Vernax continued to chuckle.

But at the same time, Khan could sense… The bloating getting worse. With nowhere else to go, Vernax’s cum was stretching every little part of those testicles. Every little tunnel, every little corner was getting abused and stretched.

Sure enough, his nuts could not be directly seen as they were housed inside his body. But as Vernax pumped… Something shifted.

The pouch bulged and grew. The pressure within was getting absurd, and so… Despite the organs being inside, they were outlined in the T.rex’s taint.

His balls were bloating, bulging… And definitely appearing as if they were external and hanging very tightly to his abdomen.

His prostate was aching from within, too.

Since the pressure was so intense and the semen so sticky, some of it was pressing on the inner vesicles. Even on the seminal vesicles housing the T. rex's own shots. And… That semen was worming its way in, like water seeping through everything.

And whatever it touched. It burned. It ached… And yet…

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“Ah. I will have your territory, Khan. That wasn’t a real fight,” said Vernax, sighing and throwing his head back in a satisfied way.

The Red Dragon’s tail was tapping the Saurian’s back in a rhythmic fashion whenever it was not pulling. Vernax was definitely enjoying this. That and the constant orgasms shaking him.

His testicles, outside his body, were constantly yanked closer to his groin. The abdominal muscles were pulling them closer and tighter until the skin was taut around the orbs. And even then, the Red Dragon was showing no signs of stopping. Not yet.

Any refractory period? The Dragon was waving them off with a spell. White strands regularly wrapped around his groin, around his abdomen, keeping him capable of maintaining a straight erection as he kept shooting… Blasting. And tunneling through the Dinosaur’s cock.

It was without a break… Only a constant motion. A constant abuse that was leaving the Dinosaur’s balls stuffed and aching, their inner walls starting to break down.

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“Almost half is done, Khan. Do you have any last words for your pride?” asked the Dragon. “I mean. I’m about to get a refill myself.”

Vernax chuckled. Sure enough, he was feeling his balls aching, too. He’d left at least six cumshots inside. Never before, even with females, had he spent so much energy and seed. And though there was a slight hint of fear in the Dragon’s voice, as he had to spend so much energy just to get the Dinosaur half down… He was confident as he weaved the spell and the strands reached for his nuts.

Instantly, he could feel the weight filling them, the soothing presence as they were not aching. And… The sound of the sloshing inside them. No, more than that, the tremor of the swimmers inside that were almost ready to fight for his lineage.

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With that, Vernax closed his eyes and yanked on the T.rex again. He yanked him, pummeling that cock once more and nudging that prostate.

In return, Khan’s sensitive cock clenched tighter around Vernax’s cock, squeezing it and giving it the ‘hmph’ the Dragon desired from this. Just the squeeze, just the push to get over the edge and then to cum. To have his hips thrusting, his balls clenching, and his prostate sending that cum shot right inside the T.rex’s cock… A perfect and direct shot.

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Vernax frowned. He groaned as he saw that number that hadn’t moved from an iota. Worse, he was… Hearing a rumbling. A sloshing. But something that wasn’t his.

He frowned, then looked around, before he looked down and saw that T.rex. The golden eyes were focused back at the Dragon, and the lips were thinly curled into a grin. A deep grin.

Despite Vernax thrusting again inside and grunting.

“What got you so happy, you dumb beast?”

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Vernax’s eyes widened as he watched that number change and… increase. Something unlikely, something impossible in such a fight of virility.

But he saw that the number slowly and steadily increased. And then there was another sloshing. And a gurgle. Not from the T.rex’s belly or his own. Below. Right… between the T.rex’s legs. A gurgle as if something was… Digested.

Vernax’s eyes widened.

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That gurgle resonated louder, and again… Vernax felt the dinosaur’s cock clenching around his own, milking him. It pressed on either side, squeezing his Dragonhood and massaging it. It massaged that tip, too, with enough pressure that Vernax couldn’t restrain himself and… Came. His cumshot came, hitting forward, hitting the depths of the Dinosaur’s groin.

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But again, there was that gurgling sound. Louder than before, filling the entire lair in that instant, while Vernax saw how the Dinosaur was grinning now. And how he looked happy, his eyes half-closed in an almost serene expression. Far more different than how afraid and stressed out he’d been before.

“What? What have you done? What… Is that?”

Schlorp

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The sound was without equivocation, and Vernax’s cock was squeezed even tighter by the Saurian’s cock. What felt like a tight hole before now was akin to a vice grip. To a hand powerfully holding Vernax inside and tying him inside.

Right by the knot. By that knot that was held if by the cocktip and yet so strongly, it was starting to ache.

“Are… Is your cum devouring mine?! Your… Balls! They’re refilling!” shouted Vernax, his voice shrill as he began to push against the T.rex’s belly with his legs.

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The numbers kept increasing as Vernax pushed against the T.rex’s belly. His claws hit the scales without incurring any wound… No gashes, no blood, nothing.

No. He had to get out. To push against those guts, to kick them. Which he did, despite the pressure his thighs incurred to his own nuts, and how difficult it was to keep his focus as the Dinosaur’s cock was still holding him.

But… His cock slipped. No. Only his knot slipped out.

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For a moment, Vernax blinked. His knot was out in the open, exposed to the cold air. He was free, unknotted, unlimited. It was the hardest part out.

Once the knot was out, it was only a matter of a few more pushes to get his entire cock out.

“I…. I will not have you win!” roared Vernax, pushing with his legs.

He pressed, huffed, grunted, wrestling against the T.rex that wasn’t even moving his head or upper body.

SCHLURP

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Vernax’s eyes rolled as his cock was back inside, down to the knot. Khan had pressed his entire weight, practically falling onto the Dragon if not for the Dragon’s legs lifting him. But even they were not enough to stop that big cock from sucking and holding onto Vernax’s knot… And squeezing another cumshot out of the Dragon as his balls were now aching and desperate for a refill.

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The number glimmered before his two eyes as Vernax’s hand left Khan’s mouth and head. Now, it was the Dragon’s turn to be desperate and to use his entire body to push against Khan. His cock was stuck inside… His balls were almost dry, aching, and constantly squeezed by the abdominal muscles trying to eke out another cumshot.

And then… A snort.

“You… You wouldn’t dare! If… If you do. It’d be… I’m done for! I haven’t had any hatchlings!” roared Vernax, though Khan huffed and rolled his golden eyes.

A dismissive answer, completed by a slight grin, as the T.rex’s muzzle was right in front of Vernax’s muzzle, and he blew his nose.

Blew his own load.

Sure enough, on a normal occasion, the T. rex's load would spray all over the Dragon’s belly. But with that cock firmly locked inside, that cum couldn’t entirely leave the urethra. Some sprayed around. But the majority was locked inside as the T. rex's prostate clenched and pushed… And forced.

Vernax’s cocktip was slightly squeezed from the pressure, pressure which grew and pressed until… The urethra gave in, and the Dragon roared.

This time, it was different.

This time, it was Vernax who felt that spear of burning hot cum reaching down his prostate. He felt it like a fire spreading across his groin and worse… Like hot metal that was poured down his passageway, down his tubes.

The Dragon roared, his head thrown back and his horns scraping the ground while he salivated… And gargled. And that cum was going the same way as it did with Khan.

But where Vernax’s cumshot had found Khan’s full nuts… Vernax’s balls were dry. So no flow pushed back, or slowed the sure progress of that Saurian spunk being pumped, load after load, inside him.

Khan grumbled and huffed, shaking his back. But without thrusts or even doing any physical effort, his cock kept shooting while the tubes going to Vernax’s nuts were bloated. And then… It was Vernax’s testicles.

They flared in pain, with the Dragon crying and gargling, straggling himself in his spite while that cum was swelling his epididymis. A vision absolutely visible through the leathery red sack. Then, as the slithering part was swelled and lost its wrinkles… It was the turn for the orbs themselves to start filling up. To bloat, to bulge… To start losing their oblong shapes as the constant flow of semen was filling them.

“S-Schtop!” gargled Vernax, his voice reduced to a whimper.

Above, Khan huffed and rumbled, akin to a chuckle. His tail smacked the ground as his bulging testicles, inflated from Vernax’s attack, still pumped load after load inside Vernax.

Maybe the Dragon could have tried, in that instant, another refilling spell to fight back against the invasion. Or any other spell that could undo whatever damage Khan was doing.

But in the daze, Vernax’s fingers twitched weakly without producing the magical strands necessary for those spells.

And… As the Saurian snorted and wiggled his hips, he finally… popped his cock free, though not without adding a few more shots all over the Red Dragon’s scales, branding them with his own stench. With his smell. With the fact that he’d bested a Dragon.

“You… Bastard,” moaned Vernax, his legs spread and his arms dropped. Even his wings had gone limp as Khan walked around the lair, sniffing.

The Saurian entirely abandoned the Red Dragon for a moment, leaving the poor bastard to bask in the afterglow of such… A takeover.

Something that was more obvious when glancing at the Red Dragon’s testicles, which had grown almost fivefold. They looked like beanbags pressed on either side of his tail and against his legs. Two bags that were loudly sloshing… And certainly not with Dragon spunk.

A future that had been culled, leaving the proud Red Dragon sniffing, gargling… And then frowning when something sticky and wet was splashed against his face.

“You… You… Humiliate me.”

Vernax’s voice was a poor recrimination, and Khan answered with a huff. A reply that elicited a frown from the Dragon as he eyed the T.rex’s bulging groin above him, from that cock to those still-inflated testicles in their pouch. Then down to that cocktip that had closed back, closing the passageways to the testicles.

Though it was unequivocal that Khan desired something from Vernax. Not only did he present his cock to the Dragon, forcing the Dragon to smell the Saurian musk sticking to the shaft… But as the Saurian’s mouth and tongue nudged the Dragon’s cock inside the sheath.

“You’re… You’re humiliating me further, no-grgl?” gargled the Dragon.

Before he could finish that question, Khan’s cock had plunged tip-first into the Dragon’s mouth. With such a girth, it was that the Dragon couldn’t close his maw.

That cock, so long and wide, forced on the jaw and stretched it beyond its resting position.

It ached, it was hurtful… And humiliating as the dripping cum was pumped inside his mouth.

But so was the affront on Vernax’s ego as his cock was licked and then coaxed out of that sheath by the Saurian’s eager mouth. Sure, the Dragon frowned and huffed, only capable of vocalizing his displeasure with his voice.

But he also began to moan and sigh when the T.rex’s mouth, full of serrated teeth, was oddly careful in handling his cock.

Khan’s tongue wrapped around the cock with a strange dexterity, dancing along the length and wrapping around it in a protection that reached down to the knot Khan fished out.

And… Then. Khan went at it.

It wasn’t a tender, loving kiss or any foreplay that might have pleased the Dragon in any way.

No… Khan was going roughly as he lowered his entire body. His legs flexed while his tongue and cock descended all the same.

In one way, Khan’s cock impaled the Dragon’s throat, pummeling it from within and gagging Vernax. In another, it was his own mouth that was filled with the Dragon’s length, coated with his own cum. A cum he licked, tasted, sampled as his tongue remained coiled around it like a hand or a grip.

A grip that kept shifting as the Saurian lifted his body, granting a respite to the sputtering Vernax before he went down. Up… And down. Up and down.

Each time, the Dragon’s whine grew louder in the lair, resonating against the stone.

But Khan’s grin grew as he had something in mind, his huffs growing more desperate and needy: whether for the fluids and then… For his erection that was bulging and aching inside the Dragon’s throat.

Dragon, who was not only exhausted, trying to breathe… But stunned as each drop from Khan led to the testicular pouch, full of cum, to smack against his muzzle and send a concussing hit through his brain.

Hits that were repeating at a crescendo. The Saurian wasn’t waiting or gentle and soon… He practically crushed the Dragon’s head under his taint, bashing him while his enormous shaft bulged through Vernax’s throat, throbbing with renewed vigor.

A vigor that was echoed by Vernax’s own mast as it grew rigid, needy, and desperate inside Khan’s mouth. Despite the intense coiling and potent grip, the flared shaft had reached its entire mast. And now, it was shooting precum inside the Saurian’s mouth, making Khan huff and grumble with that same desperation.

Desperation and desire. With that lust that was growing, filling the lair with their cries until… Came Khan’s ejaculation first.

The Saurian’s cumshot, or cumshots, was brutal. It was like a dam had broken, and as Khan’s groin was lowered, his tip fully inserted within the Dragon… His cum went right into the Dragon’s stomach.

All that pent-up lust, all that cum currently stuck in his system, was squeezed out by the T.rex and forced down the Dragon’s esophagus and stomach, bloating the latter with Saurian spunk.

And though Vernax came, too, and groaned… His pleasure died under the pressure that was growing inside his belly…

His guts were stuffed, bloated in the same way his balls had been filled. All that T.rex spunk, dense, musky, and sticky, was forcing his skin to distend and similarly to his scales until the mere breeze was like a torture for the Dragon.

A torture completed by renewed pressure on his throat.

By the second, and marked with throbs, Vernax sensed that cock was pressing even further against his throat. It was pressing on his windpipe, making every breath more arduous than before.

Each throb was like the resonant echo of something happening to the T. rex himself. And it was only as Khan lifted his groin so slightly, trying to eke out more space inside the Dragon’s esophagus, that Vernax noticed it.

Khan was bigger than before.

No… He was getting bigger by the second as he continued to suck and swallow the cumshots coming from Vernax's overstuffed genitals. Each cumshot was another gulp from the T.rex. In answer, his body throbbed or shifted, with the muscles bulging as they grew.

A growth that went over the tail, longer and wider. Over the legs that were now lined with massive veins. Or even his powerful chest that was perfectly defined despite the enormous cumshots Khan kept chugging.

Then… With a spitting sound, Khan let go of Vernax’s soft cock.

The Red Dragon’s nuts looked like deflated bags at that moment; to be overfilled in a few days with all that Saurian spunk that had overtaken them. Even that junk flapped around those bloated orbs like a sausage while Vernax himself looked like a stuffed balloon: his belly was bloated, and his legs and arms were comically small compared to his torso and genitals.

A sight that seemed to satisfy Khan as he loomed over Vernax and blew air at him, in defiance, before he turned away.

His steps, heavier than before, shook the cave. The piles of glittering stones dropped, as did all the carefully stacked skulls.

Chaos was left on the T.rex’s path as he approached the Cave’s edge. And then… As if a declaration, Khan roared.

He roared as he left the cave, a declaration that could only be understood in one way: these lands were his and would remain so.

Anyone daring to challenge him… Would meet a fate similar to the Dragon that had been left stuffed, claimed, and overtaken in that cave.