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A dragon paused in the air, his mighty wings pumping up and down as he hovered. His eyes, sharper than an eagle’s, scanned the world below him. Soon they landed on a rather perfect sight. A lovely little toy just waiting to be picked up and played with.
Her skin was peachy, slightly tanned but not entirely darkened by the sun. Brown hair fell down to her shoulders as it slowly transitioned into a soft pink hue. Obviously the result of a dye or something similar.
Yet it was the figure that truly caught the dragon’s attention. She was perfect there as well. A lovely hourglass figure, thick thighs, even an ass that stretched her pants to a limit the dragon had never seen before.
Everything about her made the beast’s loins grow hot. He felt his sheathe give way, and soon his massive shlong hung free in the air swinging from side to side without the restrictions of flesh. Without any more delay, the dragon descended, his massive man meat hardly aerodynamic.
So it was understandable that when he landed, he gave it a quick wiggle, bringing blood back to the hardening length. He had landed close to his prey, but far enough away that his arrival would not create any disruption and alert his soontobe toy.
For a moment he simply watched her. He watched her thick ass wiggle and jiggle as she reached around for flowers and herbs. It was perfect from afar, but up close? Up close it was even better than divine. It was as if this woman had been created by the gods themselves for their own personal uses.
With another wiggle, the dragon could hardly contain himself. Leaping from the bushes, he pinned the whore to the ground, forcing her face into the dirt while his claws worked with deft precision, slicing and tearing all her clothes off.
She was left only in a tight thong which did such wonders to compliment her godly ass. The beast couldn’t help but raise his tail and deliver a harsh slap, smirking as he watched the area he hit grow red istanbul travesti and welt. Another slap and he drew blood.
He hardly cared as it ran down her cheeks and dripped slowly onto the ground below them. His cock only hardened at the sight of her nude body, and soon he rested it on her back, the tip easily pressing against the back of her head. She moaned softly, pushing her ass against his slowly expanding knot.
It was clear to the beast that she wanted it as much as he did, and he was happy to oblige. It may have been his musk that contaminated the air around them that drove the human whore to want his beast’s shaft inside her, or maybe she was just a pathetic little whore before he introduced himself.
It truly didn’t matter as the dragon tore off the thong to reveal, a tiny cock and two quivering balls. For a moment he was shocked, his cock softening before grinding against the femboy’s spine again, instantly hardening as it did.
“You’re a man?!”
The captive giggled, the sound just as soft and girly as his figure. “Nu uh! Well, like I guess I am! But like I’m also not, cause like-“
The toy stopped his words as the dragon flipped him around, pressing the femboy’s face against the balls that hung oh so low between the beast’s legs. Soon the sound of a drowning femboy echoed around them, the femmy refusing to come up for air until the dragon pulled him away from his musky godballs.
“Oh fuck. God that’s like so FUCKING good.”
“Shut it, Whore! Your mouth has better uses.” The dragon slammed the femboy back into his balls, covering his entire face with his musk and flesh. “Just don’t forget to breath, Dumbfuck!”
“Sho rifgh.” Responded the femmy. “Sfuckn gawd.”
A few more minutes passed with the femboy drowning in the beast’s musk and ballsack before he moved up to the dragon’s cock, his tongue sliding up the length before twirling around his tip.
With a lovely popping sound istanbul travestileri he pulled away and giggled, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out to reveal the various bits of gunk he cleaned off the dragon’s shaft. “Like, do you ever take care of this Mister? Or do you always rely on some poor femboy to do it for you?”
The dragon huffed, hardly daring to dignify this little whore a response. Instead his paw came to rest on the slut’s head and force him down the dragon cock, his throat bulging much to the beast’s approval. The wet, sloppy sound of someone giving head to a cock much to large filled the air, and with his head so close to the dragon’s breeding rod, the femboy couldn’t help but take in the musk that surrounded him, breathing it in as if it was as important as oxygen. No, even more important.
Above him the dragon could feel the femmy’s breathing speed up, each inhale coming quicker than the last. As if that didn’t make the addiction clear enough, he felt something warm and wet splash against his leg. A quick look and it was the femboy’s cum, his tiny cock rock hard but barely bigger than his middle finger.
“So pathetic,” teased the dragon, pulling his cock out of his toy’s throat before letting it rest firmly on his back, the mighty length flopping down his back as well. Somehow it reached his ass as well.
A single motion was all it took for the femboy to nod. He knew exactly what the dragon wanted. And that musk, that godly nut scent that lingered in his nostrils. Well, it made it hard to resist. So with a giggle he turned around and stuck his ass high into the air, waiting patiently for his new god to pin him against the ground and rape him into submission.
Within seconds the dragon did just that. A single paw pushed the femboy’s head into the ground. Claws came dangerously close to the femboy’s eyes, which one excited him more. He felt his tiny cock throb with anticipation. His travesti istanbul hands moved to his ass, spreading his thick cheeks and giving them a quick slap, which he soon regretted as one hand hit the wound his god had made. Yet instead of a scream, he moaned. Happily. Loudly.
So loud it scared off several birds.
“Oh? Do I have a little painslut on my paws?” Teased the dragon, his tail rearing up like a snake at the ready.
“N-no! Like not at all!”
Quickly the dragon brought down his tail, slapping the femboy’s ass once, twice, five more times.
“Oh fuck. Gods! Ok! Ah, ok! Yes! I’m just a painslut for my dragon daddy!”
“Better.” Whispered the dragon, his muzzle brushing against the femboy’s ear. He ran his tongue along his prey’s neck, forcing another sensual moan from the tiny little whore before he bite down on his neck.
He made sure to leave a mark and the scream soon turned into a moan when the dragon’s cock slammed into the femmy’s ass, stretching it beyond what he thought possible.
“Fuck fuck fuck! Ohmygodsitssouckinggood! Moooooore! More! H-ahgufakhg!?”
Another bite and the dragon drew even more blood, his eyes narrowing as he tasted the irony flavor. It excited him the way a fresh kill excited wolves, and the slamming of his cock only grew in intensity, his thick rod bulging the femmy’s stomach over and over. Soon he met his match though, the femboy’s ass only being able to take a quarter of his cock.
“Sfhame.” Growled the beast with his mouth still latched onto the neck. He pulled out, and let go of the femboy, glancing at the floor to find the femboy’s puddle of cum. He’d passed out after the last thrust, yet his body was still so ripe and ready. If only he could have taken the dragon’s entire length though. Without hesitation the dragon reared his hips and slammed back into the toy, forcing him awake just long enough to utter another strained moan and feel the dragon’s hot precum explode into his guts.
“FUuuuuuuck yesh! Thank you shir!”
The dragon simply grunted, pulling out of the femboy and letting him flop to the ground, the nap long overdue. And the dragon hardly interfered. Instead, he took off into the air again, resuming his endless search for an incubator.
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