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Once there was a dragoness named Azra.

Azra was the Goddess of Destruction, and she was an explosion. Her golden scales shone in the sun and scattered light and color in every direction. Her body was smooth curves, but she had a sharp wit, and a sharper temper. She was vibrant, and curious, and hungry to experience all things -- but nothing could keep her satisfied for long. She was simply too much to handle.

Certainly she was too much for the men around her. Many were drawn to her beauty, but none could endure her intensity. Her enthusiasm left a trail of injuries behind her: scratches, bruises, the occasional fractured bone or ruptured testicle. Her passion left her companions broken and scarred, or crumpled and mewling.

To Azra, most of these men were playthings -- but some were not. Sadly, even the ones that she loved could not weather the storm of her affections. Eventually, her relationships always led to ruin. Over time, Azra grew discouraged, and disheartened, and finally despondent.

And so one day, the goddess decided to change who she was.

She had heard stories of a wise god on the other side of the universe -- a god of perfect calmness and tranquility. A green dragon, graceful and strong, who lived in solitude. His name was Pax, and he was the God of Healing.

Pax's life was peaceful...but very, very dull. As it turned out, spending your time in serene isolation was quite a boring way to live, and though the dragon had near-infinite patience, it was finally starting to wear thin.

When Azra found Pax, he was alone in a desert, seated cross-legged on the ground. His eyes were closed in thought. She fell to her knees in front of him and drew a deep, shaky breath, trying to still her nerves.

Help me, said Azra. I know that the fire in me cannot be sustained. My flame destroys everything I touch, and I will burn and burn and burn until there is nothing left of me. Please. Teach me control. Teach me to silence the voice inside me.

Pax opened his eyes. He looked at her for a long moment.

...No, he said finally, shaking his head.

Azra cried out in frustration, pounding her fists against the sand. WHY? she demanded, teeth bared in anger. I want to be different than I am. I want to be like you!

Pax smiled gently, and shook his head again. No, no, he repeated. What you want is to be happy -- but silencing yourself will not make you happy. Denying who you are only leads to more pain.

But no one LIKES who I am, lamented the dragoness. I am the Goddess of Destruction, and no one needs more destruction in their lives.

...I do, admitted Pax.

W-what? asked Azra.

Pax exhaled. My life, he said, has been a still and endless ocean. It is calm and painless -- but happiness is not the absence of pain. Without suffering, there can be no triumph. Without loss, there can be no growth. Perhaps I should be more like you. You have too much chaos in your life, and I do not have enough.

I'm not sure I understand, said Azra. Why would you want bad things to happen to you?

Pax looked up at her, his brow furrowing in thought.

Have you heard the parable of the dragon's jewels? he asked.

No, answered Azra.

It is an old story, said Pax, about a dragon who had two precious jewels in his hoard. They were impressive gems, beyond any value, and he treasured them and guarded them fiercely. One morning, he woke up to discover that one of the jewels was gone. He was distraught, and went searching for it. He looked high and low, but the gem was nowhere to be found -- and by the time he returned home that evening, he discovered that his other jewel had gone missing as well. What a terrible loss!

That does sound terrible, replied Azra with a frown.

Ah, continued Pax. But when he woke up the next morning, the dragon found that both of his jewels had reappeared overnight, as though they had never gone missing at all. He was overjoyed! And even though he had in fact gained nothing over the course of his ordeal, he felt a deep happiness, and a renewed appreciation for all that he had. Having lost his jewels once, the dragon learned to cherish them all the more.

Azra tapped a claw against the ground. Huh, she said.

Do you understand? asked Pax.

...I think so, she said. She looked at the male curiously. Is that...is that what you want?

Pax thought for a moment. ...I think so, he said finally, gazing back at her.

The dragoness began to smile, and a glimmer appeared in her eye. Interesting, she replied. Well in that case...

--

"Oh fuck," gasped Azra.

"Oh fuck," squeaked Pax.

The dragoness was on her knees and elbows, with her ass in the air and her tail raised high. Pax was right behind her, on his knees as well, bent over his panting mate. The dragon pounded her pussy, his hips slamming into her rear with each thrust. His hard cock slid in and out of her wet sex, and his heavy balls slapped against the female's clit -- or rather, they would have, if Azra had not reached back to take an aggressive grip on his scaly ballbag.

"Fuuuuck yes," moaned Azra, her body shaking from the force of Pax's fucking. She looked back between her own legs, watching with immense satisfaction as her partner drove his thick dragonhood into her again and again. Just below, she clutched his swollen spunk-makers between her fingers, grinding the two orbs into each other as though she were trying to squeeze an orgasm out of them.

Pax moaned too, in an agonizing mix of pleasure and pain. It was a feeling he was quite familiar with -- it was just about impossible to fuck Azra without some serious testicular trauma -- but despite millenia of experience, it was something that no male could ever fully get used to. Even if he did enjoy the experience a bit, in his own peculiar way.

Still, at this rate, he wasn't going to last much longer. On the one hand, Azra's pussy was absolute heaven, and he could feel the rush of orgasm beginning to build inside him. On the other hand, Azra's claws were testing the physical limits of how far his gonads could be squashed out of shape, and he could tell that his nuts were likely to give up at any moment. Either way, things were about to come to an explosive finish. "Nnrgh," he groaned loudly, "b-baby, I'm--...hnnnff..."

Happily, Azra was on the same page. "Cum in me," she commanded, twisting his sac in her vice-like grip. "Cum, before I crush your fucking balls!"

Pax's stomach did a backflip as the dragoness focused her efforts on his right nut, pinching the sphere between two fingers until her clawtips nearly met in the middle. A strangled whine escaped his muzzle, but the male stuck to his task, humping the golden dragoness like his life depended on it. He pumped in and out, his hips meeting her ass in a staccato rhythm: smack smack smack. The pressure in his loins grew and grew, until finally...

Crunch.

With a cry that was half squeal, half purr, Azra climaxed. Her back arched, her toes curled, and between her fingers, a round lump suddenly ceased to be round. The female thrust her ass back to meet Pax, trying to make sure that every last inch of her partner's dick was buried inside of her as he unleashed his load.

And unleash his load he did. With a shaky roar, the dragon erupted, firing a volley of spunk inside his quivering partner. At the same time, an uneven spike of nausea blossomed in his gut, agony crawling through his abdomen as his right ball was crushed beyond repair. The male shivered violently against Azra's back, his cock throbbing inside her as he shot several more thick ropes of cum.

Beneath him, the dragoness groaned in satisfaction, feeling each pulse of his member as he filled her with his seed. Her claws remained locked around his crushed ball...though as the seconds went on, Pax's "ball" rapidly started to lose any round shape it had once had. As the female shuddered through her orgasm, each involuntary twitch of her claws left his spunk-maker less and less recognizable, until finally there was nothing left that could be said to resemble a testicle at all.

Pax trembled through the familiar mix of agony and ecstasy, his length twitching mightily with each new re-scrambling of his egg. Azra's squeezes earned her a few last spurts of spunk as she finished grinding his gonad into goo. It was only then, when the dragon had been thoroughly drained, that Azra finally relinquished her grip on his nutsac.

The two dragons stayed just like that for a moment -- their bare bodies pressed together, sweaty and exhausted, Azra basking in her afterglow and Pax gradually regaining his senses. At first, the half-neutered god could do nothing but moan into his lover's back, clutching at her curves as he floated through a brief out-of-body experience...but eventually, the acute burst of agony in his groin began to fade into a duller, more manageable ache. When he finally began to pull out, Azra murmured contentedly, her pussy squeezing around his member one last time. Inch after inch slid out of her tight sex, until finally with a pop the full length emerged into the open air.

Pax immediately flopped down beside his mate, rolling over onto his back. One hand instinctively fell to his groin, curling around his scaly sac and its lone remaining inhabitant. His right nut was history, but its twin had survived: swollen, but functional.

Azra joined him soon after, letting her knees slide out from under her until she lay flat on her stomach. She took a long, deep breath, savoring how her body felt: achy, and a bit stretched out, but extremely satisfied. After a few moments, she propped her head on one hand, turning to look over her frazzled partner. Her tail curled around his ankle affectionately.

"Doing okay?" she asked.

Pax's eyes had been squinted shut, but he opened one eye to peer back at the female. "Y-yeah," he groaned. He squirmed slowly in place, his arms and legs stretching outwards in an attempt to release some of the nausea coiled in his gut. "Fuck, baby, that...that was..."

"Hot?"

The corner of his muzzle turned upwards in a half-smile. He nodded, chuckling weakly. "Hot. Yeah."

Azra smiled back. "Good." The golden dragoness scooted closer, snuggling up to her mate and spooning him from the side. She wrapped an arm around his torso, and slid one bare leg over his. "I'm glad I wasn't the only one enjoying myself."

Pax let out another quiet moan as Azra's bare knee slid up to nudge against the underside of his traumatized scrotum. Even that gentle touch lit up a string of nerves in his abdomen, and made his tail twitch reflexively.

Then again, he had grown pretty used to that kind of ball-ache by now. For the average male, losing a testicle was quite an event, perhaps even life-changing -- but for Pax, it was nothing new. Sure, the whole experience was intense, but it wasn't permanent. As the God of Healing, his balls were always back by the next day.

And good thing, too, as the Goddess of Destruction couldn't resist castrating her mate at any chance she got. Over the eons, Pax had lost count of all the different ways that Azra had kicked, squeezed, stomped, chomped, and otherwise obliterated his scaly spunk-makers. Over time, it had simply become a part of their foreplay...and strangely enough, he had grown to appreciate the sensation. For Pax, losing a testicle was a bit like a good workout: it left a pleasant ache, which lingered into the day as a reminder of the hard work he had put in earlier.

Pax reached out to stroke Azra's bare leg, his fingers sliding along her thigh. His hand drifted higher to the curve of her rear, and he gave the rounded flesh an appreciative squeeze. Azra murmured happily and pressed her body closer.

The two dragon gods lay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of each other's scales. But Azra could only stay quiet for so long.

The dragoness poked her knee against her lover's sac. "Think you've got another round in you?" she asked, tracing a claw down his chest.

The male gave a playful groan. "That wasn't enough?" he teased. "You kind of wrung me dry there."

Azra rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, I know you've got more where that came from."

"...True," he conceded. "Might have more if I still had both my balls, though."

She snorted. "Ha! Come on, how often do you need BOTH of your balls? You do fine with just one." Azra glanced down at his groin, shifting her knee around until she managed to pin his remaining orb gently against his pelvic bone. "Or with no balls, for that matter." She grinned, sliding her leg up a few millimetres further until she could feel the plump sphere begin to warp under the pressure.

Pax exhaled shakily as nutache bloomed in his gut once more. His fingers twitched against the goddess's ass as she cheerily ground his swollen teste against her kneecap. "Just saying," he coughed, "if you knee my nut into my throat, I will probably need more time to recover, not less."

"Might be worth it," she countered. Suddenly she drew her thigh back, and Pax tensed -- but no blow came. Instead, the dragoness rolled over onto her back, her head tilting to one side so that she could still look at her mate. Her breasts lay heavy against her ribs.

"Let's do missionary this time," she insisted. "I want to look at you while you fuck me."

Pax could feel his cock rapidly twitching back to life. "You do have a way with words," he rumbled, climbing to his hands and knees. He quickly moved into place above the dragoness, sliding between her spread legs and planting his knees on either side of her tail.

"Mmm," murmured Azra approvingly, her eyes falling to her partner's stiffening dragonhood. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around his shaft to give it a few firm pumps. His one ball bobbed slightly with each stroke, looking exposed as it bounced about between the male's legs.

Even with the lingering ache from his ruined nut, Pax was immediately hard again. He leaned in to kiss Azra, moaning into her mouth as she continued to play with his throbbing length.

Not that Azra was ignoring herself, either. The dragoness had two hands, and she was well capable of putting them both to work. She rubbed two fingers in lazy circles around her clit, murmuring happily as she teased the nub of flesh. Her breath grew shallower with the passing seconds, as her body warmed up to the touch.

Before long, both dragons were ready -- but Azra still had one more thing on her mind. Letting go of Pax's cock, she instead scooped up his lone gonad in her claws, contemplating the swollen orb for a moment. She gave it an experimental squeeze, and grinned as the male tensed above her, his cock drooling a thin line of precum.

"What do you think?" she asked, tracing her thumbclaw across the surface of the orb. "Should I leave you one for today?"

"Up to you," grunted Pax. Nausea was swimming through his gut already, but he knew better than to argue.

Azra smirked. "Right answer." She tapped her claw against the front side of his nut, then jabbed it playfully into the center of the scaly orb--

--and Pax squawked in pained surprise, pitching sideways as one of his arms gave out. "Fuck," gasped the male, with uncharacteristic fervor. The ache was even sharper than he had expected. Apparently his mate's impassioned mid-sex squeezing had already left his ball in questionable condition.

Azra paused, her grip loosening for a moment. "You okay?" she asked, looking concerned.

The green dragon grit his teeth and let out a shaky chuckle. "Nnngh. Y-yeah. Yeah, I promise, I'm fine."

"You sure?" she prodded. "We can stop."

"No no, seriously, I'm good." Slowly but surely, Pax straightened his left arm, until he was upright once again. He glanced down between his own legs, shivering at the sight of his mate's claws around his gonad. "I can take it. Do your worst."

"Ha -- well that's good to hear." Azra's muzzle twisted back into a smirk, and her claws tightened sharply around his testicle. "Because--"

Crunch.

Pax's eyelids fluttered as his remaining gonad surrendered to the female's claws, the scaly sphere suddenly losing its shape and disintegrating between her fingers. An involuntary moan came bubbling up from the back of his throat, his whole body trembling as a sharp, familiar wave of nausea rippled through him from head to toe. He struggled to stay upright, buckling forwards onto his foreams -- and burying his muzzle between the female's breasts in the process.

The dragoness cooed, reaching out with her free hand to stroke her lover's back. With her other hand, she adjusted her grip, gathering the dragon's scrotum in her fist and squeezing his whole scaled sac between her claws before letting it slip from her fingers.

"Because," she continued calmly, as if she had not just reduced her mate's last remaining nut into peanut butter. Her hand drifted upwards to his erection again, and she wrapped her fingers around the still-hard length. She gave it one more pump. "I have no intention of going easy on you."

And just like that, she was wrapping her legs around him, pulling him in, until suddenly the stiff length of his dragonhood was buried inside her once again.

"Now fuck me some more," she commanded, eyes half-lidded.