I Am Varzolotroxx the Crimson, Terror of the Moors, Scion of Flaming Rage, The Bescaled Author, Scholar of Seven Tongues, Carnality Incarnate, Renowned and Feared, Infamous from the Mountains in the West to the Shining Eastern Sea, from the Swamps of the South to the Great Frigid North, & I am a zoophile. Feel blessed in my presence, even if vicariously through this medium of text. This great scroll recounts but a fraction of my exploits, so they may be remembered through the ages!

You may take a moment to collect yourself. I can only assume you have shed a tear at my majesty, but do avoid getting this scroll wet, for it is an historical record more valuable than a thousand thousand of your pathetic human lives. Also you'll read it better after you dry your eyes.

As I said, I am a zoophile. I am attracted to the lower species, namely humans. While the pathetic apes fuck their goats & call it beastiality, I eye up their daughters & sons. Not many know this, but if you look closely at a human, you may notice differences between their sexes! The female, for example, tends to have a more pronounced upper torso, & often chooses to wear a kind of robe with a closed front they call a 'dress'. Observations like these are what makes me such a prolific intellectual~

But worry not, dear animal, I shall tell of my conquests soon enough~

In 1043 I flew to this region from across the ocean. No, I was not fleeing! This is slander from my greatest adversary, Demikkarrinoz, Dragon Tyrant of the Eastern Continent. She did not drive me out! I moved of my own accord to greener pastures, literally.

With me I brought my legendary bejeweled library, full up with the knowledge of a dozen ages. It is the envy of intellectuals of every continent, & an object of worship nearly as magnificent as I! Nearly.

When I chose this cave, it already had a resident. It was this lithe golden thing calling herself 'Sonjymaryrr'. I would list her dozen names & titles here, but she deserves it not; may she be forgotten by time. She was a whore of a dragon, unworthy even of her gilded hide!

She attempted to copulate with me almost immediately, of course. I have no interest in my own kind, but I found the opportunity to continue my lineage intriguing. I agreed to allow her to incubate my great seed so long as she submitted to my will.

We did not fly into the air for the great mating dance. No, we did it as the humans do: dirty, violent, & on the floor. She tried to resist, of course, but I reminded her of her deference to me & wrapped my claw around her throat.

I plunged into her while I squeezed. She tried to batter me with her wings, so I retaliated by tearing them to ribbons. That seemed to teach her I mean business. I closed my eyes & tried to imagine I was ruining the miniscule cunt of a human, but it didn't help much.

By the time I filled her up, she was out – I had wrung the breath from her throat. Luckily she was alive yet, or else my disgust would've been for naught, so I just tossed her in the back of the cave, ripped the last of the membrane from her wings, & graciously allowed her to sleep it off.

She was truly insufferable to den with. I spent most of my days in the study translating tomes simply so I wouldn't have to speak to her. Once a week though, I'd have to go hunting for the both of us, because she couldn't fly on her damaged wings. Who ever heard of a dragon that couldn't fly?

I was so grateful 4 months later when she finally laid. She must've seen the joy on my face, because she looked to me with such naïve hope, fool that she was. She asked me to take her mating again 'properly,' I suppose expecting me to show more kindness this time.

I indeed took her in my claws above the clouds, but when she began to grind on me I dropped her.

A proper dragon would've glided out of that fall & came back for revenge, but she was a cripple. Who ever heard of a dragon that can't fly?

Apparently she landed atop a local town, dead on impact. That wouldn't be the first time they'd feel my looming presence though. Shortly thereafter I introduced myself to them as the one who had slain their local monster. Their joy turn to grief & terror ever so sweetly when I demanded my monthly tithe & they realized I'd be far far worse than that miserable slut ever was.

But on that day I gained a new title: Drækiller.

And with my mate gone, I could finally engage with my more preferred type of carnal pleasure~

Well, you already have my attention after the first chapter. Is this your first work, or do you have others?

>>16548
I also made my contribution to the straight shota thread

I have written a lot, but very little is finished, so not much. But I plan on writing more frequently & seeing someone enjoys my work should help! <3

I demanded my tithe on the 17th day of the Month of Love. They will provide me with one beautiful young human woman every month for my consumption. In my infinite generosity, I spared them the details of the nature of my "consumption" of their daughters. All they need know is the succulent young things I steal away last me less than a month & will never be seen again.

Additionally, my magnanimity granted them a reprieve: I would collect my tithe on the first of every month. Since I had not informed them of the tax until the 17th, I graciously forgave their debt for the current month, & they need not pay me until the 1st of the Month of Flames. I also kindly informed them that they would not owe me back payments for the four long months I lived near their village with not a single copper worth of tribute given to me.

Surprisingly, they weren't enthused by my kindness, nor cowed with awe at my illustrious beauty. Even pointing out the obvious fact that my presence would frighten away other monsters did nothing to cheer them up. I do not hold this against them however. They are simple creatures, & it is likely that they were so overcome with gratitude that they simply didn't know how to properly express it!

Finally, when the 1st of the Month of Flames came I was beside myself! I had not received tribute of this nature in decades. I found the lucky woman clad in rags & tied quite unwillingly to a standing stone on a hill by the edge of town. Scholar though I am, I admittedly have some small trouble judging human ages on occasion – they stay roughly the same size for most of their short lives, you know. This particular specimen was probably between the ages of 15 & 60 & was definitely a female.

With a single claw stroke, I ripped off her ropes, her rags, & a large chunk of her left arm. Oops. In my defense, I never claim to be perfect, only very close to it.

She screamed so loudly, & when I picked her up, that red human blood of hers stained my scales. Not that most would be able to tell the difference in colour, but still. I flew swiftly back to my lair, where I intended to use the spring water that flows through it to wash off her dirt, tears, & now, blood. I take good care of my fuckdolls, & don't let any libelous human tell you otherwise – I will not fuck her unless she is at least bathed, which seems a foreign concept to these Western animals. The Eastern sort at least had the courtesy to wash up before going to their deaths.

Soon into the flight she stopped making the noises. I thought I may have killed her, but no, she was just unconscious, either from fear, pain, the sudden altitude shift, or whatever else makes humans cease functions. She woke up fairly quickly when submerged in the spring-fed bath, which I found endearing. When I let her go she choked & choked & choked. Perhaps a portent of things to cum.

The bathing seemed to calm her down, particularly when allowed to do it without my assistance. They really are fascinating creatures when you get to just watch them move up close. Her breasts were juicy, not the largest in the land, but certainly impressive. Her hair was orange as flame, which I found remarkable – never had I seen such a thing before!

She told me about herself as she washed, seemingly having come to terms with her fate, more or less. I was exactly right about her age! She was 46. Apparently, she worked as a prostitute until just last week, when she slept with a married man. For this crime, they made her my toy for the month. How fascinating! Obviously this goes against the exact terms of my request, but I was intrigued enough by the possibilities of this woman to overlook that for now.

When she finished, she stepped from the pool, knelt before me with grace, & offered herself up to be eaten. Of course! I nearly forgot I hadn't told her the true nature of my desires. So I absconded to my hoard & demanded she follow me.

By the time she caught up to me on her short little legs, I was already lying on my back atop my pile of gold, & stroking my magnificent cock. When she saw it she fell to her knees once more in shock & reverence. Now this is how humans should react! This woman, though condemned by her people, now found opportunity for the ultimate lay with the most amazing of men, even if it should be her last.

I barely needn't even prompt her! She humbly approached my draconic grandeur, sweet honey perpetually falling from between her legs.

"May I…?" she asked with a trembling voice, to which I nodded.

With my body so elevated upon my golden sea, she had to stand upon the tips of her toes to kiss my cockhead. She embraced it and licked its slit with all her training. I must say, you have not felt pleasure until you have been sounded by a skilled human tongue! She then gave me a bodyjob for the ages~

I may have even blacked out for a moment amid my orgasm. Such decadent pleasure! When I looked down, she was covered in several inches of my seed, with the rest splattered about the room. She choked & coughed, just like when I placed her under water. She kept breathing, but every breath she sucked up more & more of my cum into her lungs. She shook & spasmed underneath the thick white blanket. It was quite entertaining! Though she was also a fantastic mate, so perhaps I should not let her die so soon…

When I licked the seed from her face she looked back up to me as if I was a god. Finally! This whore has more sense than any other human I have met! She deserves recognition & respect – I would even record her name for the ages, if I cared enough to ask it.

With every service comes payment, however, so I pinched her damaged arm in one claw & pushed down on her ample chest with another. It took hardly any force to pull her arm free from her body, & her screams rang out once more. The blood pouring from her shoulder mixed beautifully with my pure seed to form a beautiful pink slurry~

While she writhed in agony, I sampled a bit of the flesh off her severed arm. It was alright, though humans are far from ideal eating, being generally too small & boney. For more information see my cookbook, which is perhaps the best & most in-depth published in the last half-century!

With her arm bone revealed, however, I could sound myself while I watched her bleed out. My cock had somewhat softened since my near-drowning of her, & I needed to harden back up for what came next. And what better way to do that than to watch an animal scream & struggle as the lifeblood leaves its veins? I didn't intend for her to actually die yet, of course, but she didn't know that.

Once she calmed herself enough to form words once more, then the begging started. Bargaining, trying to cut a deal, find any way out of this. Her eyes focused on my rising cock the entire time: she knew I was getting off on this, so she had to make the case for why I should stop & ruin the fun for her sake. She was smart, by human standards at least. Perhaps I would even miss her.

Then she said something I found intriguing:

"Please sir, please burn me! You can breathe fire, right? It would be very sexy, & you would be able to keep playing with me. Please!! Please think of my screams"

That woman was truly fantastic. You, dear reader, should think about how you could be more like her. When you cross paths with a dragon, if you should be so lucky, hope that you can be half as flattering as this one was.

I graciously took her up on her offer.

I pursed my lips & exhaled a very narrow cone of flames, so as to avoid lethal damage to her. As promised, she screamed beautifully, but I was more interested in the bubbling & popping I heard coming from her. When I ceased, I found the source: her left breast was so close to the intense heat, that fat within melted, then boiled, popping it open & permanently disfiguring her!

It was wondrous to view the inside of her breast: it leaked rendered fat like a volcano from several tears along its surface. Her nipple seemed to be completely gone (I later found it sitting atop my gem collection). She also had noticeable burns across a third of her body, but they seemed trivial – luckily that striking orange hair of hers survived untouched, the dragonfire cauterized her wound, & she wasn't dead yet. Those were the only three things I really cared about.

I scooped her up & rubbed her cunt on my cockhead, then stopped to consider. Did I really want to do this? She was so reverent, & quite skilled in the carnal arts. Plus, that beautiful hair…

She sensed my hesitation, but knew better than to speak her case, instead just giving a pleading look. Good girl.

But not good enough. I pulled her down over my cock & savored the crack of every bone in her torso. She would've made a good companion, but I'll have another one next month. No need for commitment.

My 3-foot-long cock was embedded most of the way into her. I felt her heartbeat pulsing next to my tip. Her lungs tried to fill, but had no room to. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to silently indicate there was still time to save her: I could stop now & she'd be permanently crippled, but alive.

But I already made my choice, & a real dragon does not rethink his decisions. So with another stroke she was fully removed, all my penile ridges ripping the entrails from her body. She sucked in a haggered breath, but with her diaphragm in ribbons she couldn't manage much.

Another thrust down, deeper this time. I felt her heart pop when I rammed it against her shattered collarbone. I had to pace myself so I didn't finish early, so I paused for a bit, playing with her ruined breast.

After a few seconds of waiting, I pulled her up one last time, & pinched a claw around her neck. I held it in place while I slammed the rest of her body down. My cock pushed every one of her shattered vertebrae out of her neck hole while her now-decapitated head watched on with its last few moments of life. I then set her head to the side so it wouldn't get dirty during what came next.

Her body was now fully transformed into a ruined cocksleeve, fulfilling her once & eternal purpose on this mortal plane. With my trophy taken & safely hidden, there was nothing to stop me from cutting loose & fully enjoying her corpse. It only took me a few more strokes before I burst inside her, spraying draconic seed from her esophagus & painting her insides white.

I intermittently used her over the next week. Each time, she would get more & more hollowed out by my enormous cock. I kept her head on my trophy shelf with the rest of my conquests. Unfortunately, when I moved, I was in a bit of a hurry, so I wasn't able to bring all my previous ones, but I would soon replace them. This whore with the flaming hair would surely make a fine addition to my new collection!

As for her arm, I dropped it off in the village, along with a warning that next time they should send me someone actually young. And preferably willing.

And the one they sent the next month surely did not disappoint!

Definitely looking forward to how this progresses/concludes. The prompt seemed fairly open and how things arrive at the ending is sure to be interesting if the dragon remains as story PoV.

Looking forward to the episode 2!

I'm here to see how badly the dragon gets wrecked!

Bumping. Hope this isn't abandoned.

>>24155

This isn't abandoned, I promise! I just got diagnosed with schizophrenia & institutionalized for a bit. I hope to finish the next chapter within a week!

>>24163
awesome! by the way, you don't need to answer if you consider it a spoiler? since the dragon is obviously massive compared to a human guy I wonder if you'd already planned out what sort of crazy chapter manages to end his penis? figure it'd have to be very thorough to actually get all of it, glans, innards, the entire length and all.

>>24165

Oh it would certainly take some drastic & excruciating shit to bring low such a magnificent beast!~ (especially considering even a dragon's cock is at least somewhat armored)

But fear not dear human! While it may appear the local settlement just rolled over for him, there are already dragonslayers inbound on his position. Some may even disguise themselves as helpless offerings…

I hope Varzolotroxx isn't too attached to his pride…~ 💋

>>24167
oh, that sounds very promising. a semi armored cock huh? the piss slit and innards probably aren't so protected, and considering how much he seemed to enjoy being sounded…could be useful?

Aww, here I was hoping at least one suicidally brave armored twink would end up impaled before any comeuppance

>>24233
The writer hasn't actually said anything on when anything happens, so it could end next chapter or several after.

bumping. dead for real?

The Month of Flames quickly came & went, & I waited with great excitement for the 1st of the Month of Gold. When the hour arrived, I stilled my heart, face, & loins, for such visible delight is unbecoming of one of my station. Dragons do not become excited.

When I arrived, my sacrifice wasn't even chained up! Willing indeed. She faced me stoicly, managing to keep back tears, presumably tears of wonderment at my magnificence. I scooped her up & brought her back to my lair.

She was silent the entire time on the flight back. Not even her forced stripping & bathing prompted any response. Disappointing. One of the things I love about humans is how talkative they are. Cows don't threaten to kill you or beg for their lives when you're balls deep in them. That's why humans are the most fun animals to rape!

But not this one. So disappointing.

But what is her silence if not a challenge? She thought she was more powerful than I, that she could get through this without delighting her host with conversation. Insolent bitch!

So while I scrubbed her with my claws, I shoved one up her cunt. She yelped & bit her tongue to avoid further satisfying me. The spring's water turned a ruddy pale pink as blood leaked from the injuries I just gave her deep inside her womanhood. I have myself made great study of physic & natural philosophy of anatomy of the human, &, though it may not look it from the outside, my little fingering had permanently ruined her value.

She was a virgin before, of course, but no longer. Even if she escaped now, she would limp badly for the rest of her life. Sex would forever be agony for her, & her torn slit wouldn't feel much good for any human man either. If a cleric intervened now, she might get off with only minor damage & difficulty walking. 50% chance she's now infertile, 5% chance her slit completely closes up in the coming years.

Luckily, she wouldn't live long enough to have to worry about that.

I pulled her out of the water & threw her to the ground. My rapidly hardening cock begged for his sacrifice, but no. I could not take her yet. I had to break her first. Her arrogance could not be allowed to stand. When she saw the size of my cock, fear flashed in her eyes for a moment, but she steadied herself & didn't look away, instead maintaining constant, intense eye contact with me. I imagine she'd done that before to intimidate other humans or challenge their authority. Unfortunately for her, I will not be challenged.

"Do you know what I do with the sacrifices I get up here, little girl?"

No response. That would be too easy.

"Let me show you."

I pinched her between two claws, being sure to squeeze just hard enough to fracture a few ribs, & carried her over to my hoard. Laid out on the floor was, of course, piles upon piles of cut gems & glittering gold, but her eyes were drawn to the red & white stains on the ground in front of the treasure.

Normally, I keep my lair fastidiously clean, but I'd intentionally left the dried blood & cum on the floor from last month just to terrorize my next guest. Her reaction was quite wonderful, but still not the begging & screaming I wanted. No matter, we still had plenty of time together.

"Do you know what the white stain is?"

She tried to meet my eyes again, but couldn't. When I laid back upon my gold & began lazily stroking myself, she avoided looking at me altogether, though she couldn't help but steal some glances at my enormous magnificence~

"Clean it up."

She closed her eyes & shook her head.

Before she even heard me get up, my claws were already around her throat, making shallow cuts in her neck. I slammed her against the stone wall of the cave hard enough to break something. I don't know what, but I know I heard several loud cracks & saw her bite her tongue again, hard. Hard enough that blood leaked from her mouth – or perhaps that was somehow a result of that mysterious cracking sound, who knows! Humans are strange & delicate creatures, with often confusing anatomical quirks, & even an expert such as myself cannot always accurately diagnose their aliments.

"A dragon does not repeat himself, but I am known for my mercy & grace, so I will give you just one more chance. Clean. It. Up."

Finally, she spoke. Her voice sounded like it would ordinarily be melodic, had she not been trying her damndest to fill it with every ounce of spite & venom she could muster.

"You're just going to have to kill me."

Even I must admit: she would make a good dragon. Unfortunately for her, I am, as you'll recall, The Drækiller.

I smiled as wide as I could, even wider than she was tall.

"We'll see about that!~"

I turned my attention to my hoard & used my fire breath on a section free of any gems or art, & bathed the coins in fire. I maintained the flames for just shy of 30 seconds – any longer & the gold would begin to melt. Funny thing about hot gold is it looks just like cool gold until it melts. To any outside observer, they'd appear to be ordinary coins.

But this maiden was no outside observer. She knew her fate as I carried her over to the golden heap. I could tell as much because she pissed herself on the way over! Excellent! Now that is the proper level of terror for a young woman to feel in my presence!

Without further delay, I threw her onto the coins back-first & her screams were downright musical. The smell of burning hair & skin filled my nostrils. I'm a big fan of using this particular method of discipline against those who have wronged me, but the best is yet to come. You see, eventually either the coins cool down or their nerves are cauterized & can feel no more pain. At this point, their cries turn to sobs & they think the worst of the pain is behind them & they let down their guard.

Sure enough, after a couple of minutes, she finally shut the fuck up. She was clearly far more submissive after this enlightening experience, but a spark of defiance remained. I could tell she wanted to say something, to beg, but she bit her tongue once more, either out of pride or just because she wanted to see what would happen next before making her move.

I gingerly grabbed her by the neck with my claws, then, in one fluid motion, ripped her from the pile. This was my favourite part!

She let out a piercing scream! For flesh, when exposed to such temperatures, melts & becomes sticky. She assumed it was over when the burning stopped, but what was left of her skin permanently bonded to the coins.

I tossed her face-first onto the ground & examined the damage. Every scrap of skin had been peeled off her back, along with several chunks of muscle & fat. Her spine was exposed in places.

As for the coin pile, it was covered in char & pieces of molten slut. Just a few seconds of sustained fire breath burned it all off & left it looking brand new. It also made the coins hotter than ever.

"Now, let's try this again…," I said as I picked her up by the neck once more.

This time, I flipped her around before bringing her back over to the superheated treasure. If she was lucky, only her stomach & breasts would be destroyed, & she might even be blessed with death. If she was unlucky, her cunt might also hit my hoard. If she was really unlucky, her face might as well.

"Wait. Wait! Please…"

Normally I would never listen to the commands of a human, but I let it slide because I thought I'd made it thoroughly clear who was in charge in this situation. Besides, I expected, & even longed for, her to interrupt me with desperate begging.

So I set her down on the floor of my cave back-first. She squirmed & cried at her weight being pushed down upon such a large bare open wound, but I could tell she stopped herself from changing positions out of fear of what I'd do if she did. Good girl.

"I'll clean it up. I'll do anything! Please don't hurt me any more…"

Good girl!

I did not lay a claw on her all the rest of that day -- the mental torment I had given her was enough. I continued watching her & stroking myself as she went to work. Ordinarily, I clean up messes with simple fire breath, but since humans are so limited as to not have accelerant sacs, I had to let her use some rags & soap I acquired back east.

She spent the next 4 hours on her hands & knees cleaning up my enormous cumstain. She tried not to look at me, but given how red her face was, she definitely noticed me staring at her ass & stroking myself. When she was finally done, she collapsed.

While she was out, I carefully posed her body for my viewing pleasure. I have shown immeasurable restraint thusfar in not just using her as I deserve -- one might even say such restraint & magnanimity is what separates me from animals like them -- but I still have needs: needs that must for now be fulfilled with only my claw; so if this is to be do I not at least deserve a doll to enjoy the sight of as recompense? I was gentle enough -- or perhaps she exhausted enough -- that my positioning her didn't wake her from her unconsciousness. Or perhaps she did wake & simply knew better than to interrupt my show!

I spread her various holes, made her cover herself, made her expose herself, & put her in just about every mating position humans use, all while stroking myself. When I had edged long enough, I grabbed an extra large barrel that I occasionally used as a double shot glass. I could cum on the floor again, but I already made her clean that up once, & I had a new humiliation in store for tomorrow. I filled the barrel to the brim with my cum & fell asleep on my hoard while staring at this girl's wondrous ass & dreaming of all the crying she would do in the coming weeks.

That night though, I was woken up by the sound of quiet shuffling. Most would barely have been able to notice it while awake, but my sensitive draconic hearing is superior! I looked over & immediately noticed my captive was missing, so I silently slinked towards the entrance to my cave.

She was trying to sneak out of my cave while I slept. What an ungrateful guest! Her back was turned to me (or what's left of it! ha!), so she didn't know I was there yet. She limped & shuffled, likely due to the internal injury I gave her in the bath.

When she reached the mouth of the cave, she stood & started quietly sobbing, clearly trying to muffle the sounds of her utter despair. She must've just noticed that my cave is located in the side of a jagged cliff with no way down for poor stupid wingless apes. I just silently watched her break down at this revelation, drinking in her pain & hopelessness.

About 20 minutes later though, she did something interesting. She collected herself, & she took a few steps back.

She was going to jump for it.

Well, well. We couldn't have that.

Right before she started her run-up, I pinched an exposed section of her spine in her mid-lower back, & lifted her into the air by it. I turned her to face me & gave her an enormous grin. She looked adequately panicked.

“H-how long have you been there?!”

I did not deign to respond. I just smiled wider.

I still wanted her alive, but I couldn't let her betray me like this again. Attempting to escape paradise is unforgivable. I considered my options.

“You're just going to have to kill me. I will escape or I will die, & I do not care which! Either is preferable to another second with you.”

There was that venom again, but it was clearly false. Hollow. She was more sobbing the words out than spitting them, & she couldn't even look at me while she spoke. How cute.

I squeezed on her vertebra just a little harder & it shattered to dust. She fell about 10 feet from my grasp to the cave floor. Her legs crumpled beneath her, mostly breaking her fall. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, silently begging for mercy. She didn't even notice that one of her legs was snapped in half, jagged femur exposed.

She looked at me, then at the cave mouth. She was going to make a run for it I suppose. Let her try.

She flopped forward towards the cave mouth. It was only then that she noticed she couldn't move her legs. No more escaping. She fully broke down sobbing & screaming & begging incoherently, which, of course, got me immensely hard. She'd be very fun to split in half now that I'd fully broken her in every sense of the word~

Before that, though, I had one last punishment for her. I'd planned it out yesterday, &, though it was now thoroughly unnecessary, a dragon never changes his mind. I let her carry on for a while until she tired herself out, at which point I grabbed her by the hair & dragged her across the rocky cave floor back to the room with my hoard, & to my shot glass full of cum.

When we got there, I lifted her up. I'd been dragging her on her stomach, so her face, tits, & midriff were covered in abrasions & lacerations. She barely struggled against me anymore. Her mangled legs hung limply below her.

I dipped her into the barrel a couple of times, submerging all but her hair. I don't like touching my own seed, but I thought perhaps a small demonstration of how thoroughly I owned her before fucking her would put that bitch in her place. Every time her head dipped below the water, she'd shake & struggle the best she could with only half a working body -- unfortunately for her, she actually managed to succeed in shaking out of my loose 2-claw grip on her hair & went totally under.

Normally she should be just about tall enough to keep her head above the cum level, but the stupid bitch just had to go & get herself crippled! With her useless legs she was submerged deep with no way out. I certainly didn't want to fish her out -- as I said, I don't like touching my own seed, it's distasteful & unbecoming.

So I just watched as the barrel very slightly shook & the bubbles rose to the surface. Eventually the bubbles slowed, then stopped, leaving the barrel filled to the brim with smooth, white, undisturbed dragon cum.

I sealed it up & put it on my shelf of trophies. She could pickle in there for all I care.

…

GodsDAMMIT!! I never got to fuck her! I was too preoccupied with breaking her will! She was so sexy right at the end too, with the cuts all over her front & the tears streaking her cheeks. Now I would have to wait a full month for release, or be content fucking my claw again.

Oh well. As you should well know by now, dragons do not make mistakes, & we do not doubt our own judgment. I can be patient.

I'll just have to be extra sure to utterly defile whomever they send me next month. What are the odds I get such a resistant one twice in a row?

Thought this was dead, can't wait to see what happens next.

wow

Eagerly awaiting the turning point!

1 year bump?

I spent the whole of the Month of Gold pent-up & frustrated. I should really be sure to keep my toys around & intact for longer in the future so they can actually provide me the relief I need -- or, failing that, extract my tithe more often. Something to consider.

In any case, I distracted myself with my work -- & occasional self-pleasure -- to get through the rest of the month until my next sacrifice. When the 1st of the Month of Grain came I was so horny that I couldn't keep myself soft. I usually avoid showing my full magnificence outside my cave, but as I flew out to collect my next victim I absolutely could not contain myself.

Like last time, she was left on a hill outside town. Apparently willingly too, since she wasn't tied up in any way like the first one. She looked a little scared, but determined; I could only hope this wasn't a sign that she would be difficult like the last one. A challenge is fun every so often, but sometimes I just want to ruin a terrified human whore! I swore to myself that if she ended up being troublesome, I'd just break her with my cock this time.

She looked young. Certainly not younger than ten, but also likely not over 40. She went quietly, crawling right into my open claw & holding on tight. She must've caught a glimpse of my enormous rock hard cock too, because on the flight back home, she kissed & grinded on my scales. Now this is how a girl ought to be! Take notes, reader.

Once we got back to my lair though, things got trickier. When I carried her to the spring in my lair & ordered her to strip, she hesitated. And as you well know dear reader, a dragon does not ask twice. With a casual swing of my claw, I battered her against the cave wall, & held her in place with my claw tip on her stomach.

“And here I thought I finally had a girl who knew her place.”

“I'm so sorry, um, D-daddy~ I just don't need to bathe.”

“Do you presume to know what I do & do not need from my sacrifices better than I do?” I pressed my claw in with slightly more force, piercing her clothes & drawing blood.

“N-no Daddy! B-but I bathed right before this! I cleaned & shaved & got all pretty just for you, I promise!”

There it was again, ‘daddy'. I am, of course, the greatest expert on human culture to ever have lived, so I knew this is what human hatchlings call their parents, though I will admit its use in this situation confounded even my masterful knowledge. Perhaps it was on account of her young age? I imagine I must've been the most powerful & authoritative force she had ever laid eyes upon, so her feeble mind naturally conflated me with her own father. Of course! See, human psychology is quite easy to grasp for a superior draconic mind such as mine.

What entertaining little creatures! But I digress

“You already bathed?” My eyes narrowed.

“Yes Daddy! A-and I put on fragrant oils! I just… don't want to wash away all that effort. I put a lot of work into being pretty for you.” She looked up at me with big eyes. She was probably used to using that look to get her way. Humph! A dragon is not so easily swayed!

But then, I did smell some floral fragrance coming off her. And it is nice to have such a considerate sacrifice…

I pulled my claw out of her & let her drop. After a moment of coughing & panting on the floor, she shakily pulled herself to her feet & forced on a smile. Tears streaking down her face & the wound in her stomach slowly stained the front of her clothes with her blood. Lower, there was a bulge. Whatever. I walked back to my hoard & ordered her to follow.

I really needed to make this bitch last, & she looked fragile, so I decided to start slow. I laid on my belly on a mound of gold & reached my claw back to stroke myself. When I heard her come into the room, I lifted my tail.

“Lick my tailhole, slut.”

“Y-yes Daddy~”

Climbing up the pile & grabbing onto me for support, she could just about give me a rimjob. I could feel how much she was straining to reach it when she kissed my pucker. She was hesitant at first -- no doubt she expected it to be filthy like a human's. Ha! Not all species are content to spend their days caked in their own shit.

She made out with my hole quite enthusiastically after that. Not the most skilled, mind you, but she almost made up for it with her eagerness. After a month without release, I was starting to get close. Generous as I am, I decided to help her out.

I lowered my tail, pushing her face deeper into my hole. I permitted myself a small moan as I savored the feeling of it stretching to accommodate her head. Meanwhile, she was licking inside me ever more frantically. Good girl! I've known some sacrifices to panic & start struggling when I push them into my ass, but not this one. Surrounded by my flesh, pinned between my muscular tail & my muscular legs, with her head forced halfway into my muscular anus, she worshipped my guts like they were her new god. It's a shame she couldn't reach my prostate. Oh well, she got to see it up close later.

She looked stunned & lost when I pulled her out of my ass, but I was very close at this point, & wasn't about to deny such a devoted little slut the privilege of seeing her new god's majesty up close. As soon as I pulled her out, I turned around, &, still stroking myself, lined the tip of my cock up with her face.

“Open.”

She immediately opened her mouth. I pressed it up to my slit & unleashed a torrent of cum down her throat. Her belly expanded rapidly, & when it could fit no more, she was blasted back by my stream.

When she hit the ground 10 feet away, I thought she might've been dead. The cum around her was a lovely shade of pink, after all. A moment later, she began to cough & choke though. Good. I'm tired of losing my toys so quickly.

When she wiped the dragon cum off her face, I could see it was bruised & battered by the force of my ejaculation. How wonderful! The pink, it would seem, was just from her scraping her elbows as she slid across the floor.

“Clean yourself, slut, then come back here & show my magnificent cock how much you love it.”

I, of course, meant she should clean herself in the spring -- I do not like touching my own cum, you'll recall -- but this natural-born dragon-whore instead scraped my cum off herself & ate it, even sucking it out of parts of her dress. Why she didn't just take the dress off, I couldn't understand. Perhaps she simply did not think of it? Humans are quite simple creatures, after all.

After licking herself clean, she approached my cock, but I stopped her. Watching herself degradingly bathe like a cat was plenty hot, but I also do have a legitimate interest in keeping my toys clean, & an effective bathing implement the human tongue is not. So, I commanded her to go wash herself & launder her dress in my spring before continuing.

She left in a huff, & when she returned to me perhaps 10 minutes later, I was livid. This girl had put her wet dress back on! I thought I had made my intentions clear! Obviously she was stupid even by human standards. I ripped the dress off her with my claws, but as soon as I did, she ran forward & began kissing my cockslit.

I enjoyed it, of course, dear reader, but I enjoy being obeyed more. Do not ever dare to think I would forgive insubordination just because I was distracted by an enthusiastic tonguing. Dragons do not get distracted. So I grabbed her tightly & pulled her off my cock. It is then I noticed 2 very interesting things:

First, he was, in actuality, a young boy: at least 8, but no older than 35. He tried covering his hard little cock as soon as he caught me staring, but he couldn't get his arms free from my grasp to do so.

Second, he had a knife. He dove forward hoping to distract me with his oral skills while he lined up a strike on my cock. When I snatched him up, he was only a moment away from swinging.

He'd been insisting on wearing this dress & bathing alone to conceal both of these things from me. And yet, no truth can hide from my sight! The fear in his eyes was delicious.

“You meant to mutilate my draconic magnificence, didn't you boy?”

He could only nod. I smiled.

“Go ahead then.” I threw him to the ground flat on his back. “Try it.”

I slammed by cock down upon him, cracking his ribs. The crown of small spines on its head dug into his face, drawing yet more blood. Hesitantly, he raised his blade. When he brought it down upon my shaft, however, it bounced off with a harmless ‘tink!’ He tried again & again, even trying to find an opening between the scales to pry or slide the blade between.

“You foolish little boy. I have an invincible cock! This perfect organ has broken so many little humans. No human could break it. Do you think you're the first to try to take it from me? Mortal weapons can't scratch these scales — not on my back, not on my belly, & certainly not on my cock.”

I pinched his right hand, knife & all, between 2 of my claws & tore it off before getting off him & letting him stand up. He looked pathetic, with tears & snot running down his face. He said he was a squire (though I would not record his name here, even if I remembered it) & admitted he volunteered to come here in disguise to attack me.

What he said next was really funny though. He asked how I was going to kill him.

“Kill you?” I laughed, “Why would I do that? You're not a threat to me.”

“I'm not a girl. You rape the women they sacrifice to you!”

“Yes, I do. So why would I kill you?”

He looked so much more terrified at the prospect that I would use him like any other toy than he ever was of death. Foolish humans! I can barely tell your tiny forms apart from each other as is. Why would I be attracted to one sex & not another? I will admit a preference for females on a practical level, because they have an extra hole to pick from, but males are plenty fuckable too.

I approached him slowly, until he was backed up against the wall. Then, using the claw that wasn't holding his crushed hand & knife, I guided my cock up to his & pushed.

Sounding my tight cockslit with their own cocks is a pleasure few men have ever experienced, & those who have are all now dead. I have been told it is hotter & tighter than any worthless human snatch could be. Not that I do it for the pleasure of those mere animals, of course, but it is just one more respect in which dragons are superior.

I gave him a few thrusts to start him off, before I backed up a little & stopped, but he kept fucking my cock. Human men always do, the sensation is simply irresistible to them. It had been far too long since I'd gotten my cock properly fucked. I'd sounded myself, sure, & perhaps a severed human arm can reach deeper & stretch me wider, but there's really no replacement for a man desperately humping my dick.

He mewled pathetically & came inside me, before resting his head on my hard cock, utterly spent.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked him. “Was it worth it?”

I breathed a stream of fire into my claw, incinerating the flesh & bone of his severed hand, leaving only a small puddle of molten steel where his knife once lay.

“What if I told you that was the last time you'll ever get to cum? Would you be satisfied?”

He perked up at that -- clearly worried, but clinging to hope that I meant that purely hypothetically. But dragons do not speak in hypotheticals. We act.

I brought my claw up below his little balls, & aligned the puddle of liquid steel right below them. A toy with a dick is nice, but I have no need for human semen. I raised up my claw, dunking them in the metal.

Now, in my mercy, this did not hurt him as much as it could have. The 3rd degree burns from molten slag destroy tissue so fast your primitive brains don't even have enough time to process the pain signal. The part that really hurt him wasn't his cooked, sizzling eggs, but the 2nd degree burns that began spreading along his ass & crotch from the heat radiating off of them. His softening cock was even shielded from the heat inside of mine — really, he should be thanking me! The last time a squire tried to kill me, I poured the molten remains of his sword onto his tongue instead, & burned a hole straight through his jawbone.

I savored the sound of his balls popping as his cum flash-boiled inside them & the wafting smell of burnt boy. I held the metal for a few seconds, then dropped it, letting it splatter on the ground, with some of the cooling drops hitting his feet & burning spots down to the bone. The only remnants of his worthless coinpurse left were a layer of char stuck to my claw & a ragged pale yellow crater between his cock & his taint.

I'll never understand why humans keep their most vulnerable parts hanging out so unprotected, just begging to be destroyed by their betters. We dragons have the good sense to keep ours inside our bodies where they cannot be so easily castrated. But then, what was he going to do with them anyway? Knock up some human slut who'd be better off spreading her legs for dragonic cock? Start a “family”. Pah! He got what he needed, & what he deserved.

Once he stopped wailing, I thrust against him again, hard. He was driven back against the wall, & I heard something crack but I didn't bother to check what. He was soft at this point & likely wouldn't be able to get hard for quite some time after the pain he suffered, but that didn't matter to me. I kept fucking myself on his soft little cock until I came.

Once again, I sent him off to wash himself clean of my cum in the spring (though getting there on his newly burned feet with his newly broken whatever-it-was was much more difficult for him this time). And once again, he returned to see me hard.

That look in his eyes, when it finally sunk in that I intend to keep using him in increasingly more painful ways until I break him permanently, just like I would any woman, was almost better than sex. Almost.

And, to his shame, I could see his cocklet twitch at that thought.

wew, this request is a rollercoaster huh.

Didn't expect an update after so long, ending in sight?

I was determined to make my new toy last for the rest of the Month of Grain, or at least for most of it. No sooner had I made this decision than I was rewarded for my moderation by a second one!

She came on the 11th of the Month of Grain in the wee hours of the morning: trying, I suspect, to catch me unawares while I slept. Ha! I am sure you know by now, reader, what an amateur mistake that was. By the time she was halfway to my hoard, I was already up & prepared to meet her. The shock on her face when I slithered around the corner to confront her was priceless!

She wore long blue robes & held a leather tome in her hand. As soon as she saw me, she panicked & summoned an ice wall between us. Through the transparent ice I could see she looked quite smug about it. And yes, it is true --- it would take me some time to melt through so much ice with my fire breath. But she was so enamored with this clever plan of hers that she forgot to consider that I am a dragon. I smashed her wall to pieces with ease.

She launched some icicles at me, but they shattered against my scales. Finally, she tried some blasts of pure cold, but that was similarly ineffective. Never have I been so offended at an assassination attempt. I am not some common drake or wyvern with a predictable elemental weakness, I am a dragon! Ice magic will not harm me simply because I breathe fire! This girl, I would have to make an example of.

I took the largest chunks of her decimated wall into my mouth & held them there. Then, I filled my mouth with fire, instantly boiling it all to steam. I opened my jaws ever so slightly, so the high-pressure steam came out in a tight jet that hit her squarely in the chest, pushing her back a few feet.

Steam burns are quite fun. For one thing, they actually cause more damage than water or fire of the same temperature: it scalds as steam, then it condenses on your body, where it scalds yet more while it returns to liquid form, after which it remains near-boiling & continues to scald. So it burns hotter than you'd think, but it also burns slowly, meaning it hurts more than something that causes instant 3rd degree burns would. And when the water finally does condense, it's sticky, like all water is. Have you ever tried scraping boiling water off of yourself? The best you'd manage is to spread it around.

She dropped her spellbook & screamed herself hoarse. This is who they sent after me? She has ice magic, she could cool herself down with one of her spells, but the foolish human must not have thought of that while boiling alive. I swiped her spellbook & smiled to myself while I watched her writhe for a few minutes.

“You should strip,” I helpfully suggested.

She was at this point present & wise enough to consider my advice. The entire front of her robes were soaked in boiling water, still scalding her skin. After a moment, she began tearing at them. Her hands, formerly untouched by the burning steam, reddened with every touch & pull. Soon her dignity was discarded, along with much of her skin, but the water that remained was still boiling.

It was at this moment that she remembered seeing the spring by the cave entrance. The water there is not cool, of course, but if she rinsed herself in it, the burning would stop. She turned & ran for it, but I grabbed her arm; it dislocated from her shoulder with a pop, & her legs slipped out from under her, causing her to land atop her burns.

Merciful as I am, I rolled her over onto her back. Admittedly, that was mostly so I could ogle her body & her fresh burns, but it was a mercy nonetheless.

She was missing all the skin from her collarbone to her thighs, plus most of it on her upper arms & the palms of her hands. She had what must have been the largest breasts I had ever seen — which was particularly impressive, considering a large part of them were now missing! The tight skin that once covered them was burned off, along with her nipples & several layers of fat. I almost felt regret for what I did --- I hear tell that human men sometimes pleasure themselves between a woman's breasts, & I would very much have liked to try that with her. Oh well.

Below them, her stomach was stripped bare too, though not to the same extent. Her prominent breasts, it seems, took the brunt of the heat. The top several layers of skin were gone, but I could not see straight through to her muscles or organs, which was a little disappointing.

The real prize, however, was lower still. Her cunt looked beautiful! Her clit & all external anatomy was burned off, leaving only a bright red half-melted gash. My cock hardened. I was considering raping her right there, but I was interrupted by another icicle to the jaw. It didn't hurt, obviously, but it would be a little distracting if she did that every time I got near her. Before I fucked her, I'd have to shut her up.

I reached into my ass & pulled out the squire boy I got for this month's tribute. While his eyes adjusted to the glare (I don't let him out much these days), I told him to take the mage's spellbook back to my hoard & return with a gold coin. He did so obediently. A little beating & castration is all it takes to make a boy extremely well-behaved!

While he headed off to do that, I kept my soon-to-be cocksleeve company. The chances she could cause any significant problems with her magic seemed low, but I couldn't risk her crawling her way to the exit. Her horrified gaze lingered on the former squire as he walked away. I took it she recognized him.

“Sir Edward is going to kill you for this,” she spat.

“Do you wish for those to be your last words?” My boy returned with the coin.

“I do not fear death!” She laughed.

“I never said anything about death.” I held the coin in the center of my claw & heated it to just before melting with a low stream of fire. With my other claw, I lifted her to her knees & forced her mouth open.

I gently placed the coin on the middle of her tongue. Her jaw instinctively clenched, but I fought it, keeping her mouth open. If I hadn't, the coin would've touched the roof of her mouth & fused it shut, which would've made for a much less striking display piece! Instead, I got to watch as the coin melted a hole through her blackening tongue, boiling her saliva & steaming the inside of her mouth. No more magic words, little mage.

I let go of her head & she slumped back down. When I examined her body, though, I was furious. Apparently while I was busy pulling out my squire, she had cooled all her burns with her magic: including, it seems, her melted pussy, which was now fused shut. That insolent bitch! She was laughing at me --- she couldn't do so properly without a tongue, but I saw her face, I heard the muffled half-sounds her shredded voicebox attempted to conjure. She was laughing!

Well, if this whore didn't want me to use her ruined cunt, then I supposed I wouldn't. She obviously had not considered how painful the alternative would be.

I flipped her over, far less gently than before. I pushed a claw into her tiny ass, but found I couldn't go deep. This is why I prefer human vaginas: they can usually accommodate just enough of my size to get the tip in, & I can split them open from there. Human asses, on the other hand, require much more prep to stretch even that far. Luckily, I had help.

I called my monthly tithe over, & instructed him to stretch her for me. He apparently took this to mean he should fuck her, & I was going to punish him for this, but I decided against it. I've always been fascinated by human reproduction, you know. He drilled her ass with a wrath & a desperate lust unfamiliar to most dragons --- it is this that first awakened my urges for humans, in fact. I do not often indulge this curiosity, however, because naturally, whatever woman I see being used, I know I could use her better.

He shivered in mock-orgasm, his body desperately trying to call up cum from his non-existent balls to impregnate her. No sooner had he finished (or tried to anyway) than I pulled him off of her to inspect the damage. Her asshole was a little puffy, but nothing significant. So I told him to stretch her properly this time, using his arm, & I went off to search my hoard.

Upon my return, he was up to his elbow in her. When he pulled out, she gaped noticeably, with a small smear of blood visible on his arm. I pushed my claw in again, & was able to go much deeper. When I pulled out, there was significantly more blood --- it seems I'd punctured something. Oh well. I brandished the item I'd retrieved from my hoard: a thick gold scepter encrusted with gems.

It went in with significant difficulty: the gems & carvings caught frequently & needed to be pushed rather hard to dislodge. Eventually though, I managed to get 16 of the scepter's 18 inches inside her. The golden end glittered beautifully in the low light as her abused hole leaked blood around it. This scepter was once owned by a king I deposed, raped, & killed back east. Now, it is reduced to a buttplug for the most incompetent would-be assassin I had ever met.

I tore it out of her with an audible ripping sound, prolapsing her quite significantly. Nearly a foot of her guts were hanging out, but she seemed wide enough to manage, so I spread her open with my claws & thrust in.

She was still very tight. One nice thing about anal is I appreciate the sensation of forcing a toy's intestines straight: to thoroughly re-arrange her insides to suit my needs, to feel all the kinks straighten themselves out around me. I could tell she was very thoroughly prepped for me because I didn't feel anything rip open until I was almost halfway inside her. The loops of her intestines surrounded my cock in a pillowy embrace as I pushed my way up to between her lungs.

I had to put quite a significant amount of force behind my insertion, so I'd inadvertently also been slowly pushing her forward across the stone floor; behind her lay a thin trail of ground fat from her breasts that was abraded away by the cave floor. When I pulled out, I also dragged her back a ways with me. With every thrust, back & forth, I ground down her tender burnt flesh on the rough stone. After a few thrusts, I began to cradle her head off the ground so it would remain undamaged for my collection.

I sped up more. With every thrust, my penile ridges shredded her intestines & my cock became slick with her blood. My squire began worshiping my tailhole while I fucked her. I pushed him inside me & he crawled his way up to my prostate. Oh my, what a heavenly sensation! There is truly nothing better in this world than rutting in a dying human cocksleeve while a living buttplug massages your prostate. I sped up. Her pelvis & ribs crackled to accommodate my speed & might. Her lungs felt heavenly on either side of my cock. I bruised & cut them with my thrusts, but stopped short of her heart --- she was not long for this world, clearly, but I didn't want her to die quite yet.

I came quickly, & my orgasm was so blindingly intense that I even blacked out for a moment. All I remember from that momentary lapse was a massive series of muffled cracks. I looked down at my cocksleeve, & she was in quite a sorry state, but I concluded it didn't come from her. I reached a claw into my tailhole & pulled out the mangled remains of my anal boytoy.

His limbs were all cracked & twisted into unnatural shapes. His head & torso were totally crushed. I had been trying not to clench too hard around him, but it seems I'd lost a bit of control while cumming. Oh well. I would later throw his mangled body into the center of town.

I rolled my remaining toy over. Her once-fabulous breasts had been ground down to the bone, & most of her stomach was open. Her guts would've been hanging out, if not for the fact that I ripped most of them out though her asshole with my enormous scaled cock. Her melted little pussy was still sealed shut, but her uterus was totally exposed & open. She was, amazingly, still breathing.

I dragged her to her feet & forced her to walk with me back to my hoard --- partially so I wouldn't have to touch my own cum, but mostly for my amusement. She waddled after me on legs permanently spread hilariously far apart by her broken pelvis. With every step, she leaked huge wads of blood & dragon cum --- not only from her ass --- but also from the myriad holes ground into her front. Her face, in all this, was relatively unharmed.

I used her again & again until she finally died. She lasted 3 more hours & 2 more orgasms after that first fuck. I kept using her for the next week or so until her body became too ruined & stretched out to enjoy, at which point I pulled off her head to add to my collection & incinerated the rest. Ha! An ice mage, being incinerated, how pathetic. If she had any real skill she would've stopped herself from burning.

Her head now sits atop her old spellbook, with her gold coin tongue hanging out like a copper piece whore with a tacky piercing begging for cock. A fitting end for such a cocky, overendowed bitch.

>>32078 I have always intended this to be 10 episodes long (0-9), so we're officially at the halfway point, number-wise. I have a feeling the second half will be shorter by word count? But I always end up writing more than originally planned so who knows.

We're officially in the era of multiple dragonslayers attempting to kill him every month! It's only a matter of time before one of them gets lucky...

(also dw, I intend to not disappear for multiple years this time)

>>32108
Halfway? Interesting. I wasn't sure it would be that long, though I wonder what the plan is regarding that? Will it continue as normal or will it gradually be building up to the end with little "close calls" where his dragon dick gets nicks or minor injuries that end up exploited or majorly compromised later?

>>32062
Loved the human humiliation and cock fucking here. I wonder if or when there'll be some hints dropped on his enormous armored dragon cock's vulnerabilities?

>>32210
Thank you! I was a little worried people might not like an m/m chapter, considering the rest has been f/m, so I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it. As for his vulnerability, someone has already guessed it earlier in the thread ;)

Ep. 5 coming soon!

>>32236
I liked it mostly for the speciesism/superiority as a greater male in how he behaved. If not planned already I'm hoping there could be more of that, like say him encountering then destroying the genitals of a male wyvern and gryphon while expressing his draconic superiority/criticizing perceived flaws in them vs his own on top of seeing them as also lesser beings. Maybe at least one of those could be encountered as a mount of a would be slayer.

>>32236
Really hope his glorious downfall won't be a one and done deal, that it gets the right build up and execution! That said, also curious if it'll maintain his perspective during that or if it'll shift in order to get a better "viewpoint" of the act.