Hal's paws

The ground quaked with every mastodontically heavy step that the towering, or better yet, mountainous dragon, took: at well past six hundred feet tall after the latest burst of growth he'd experienced, Hal was several times as big as the biggest castle, scales nearly as thick as ramparts and fortifications worthy of a king's shelter, muscles more akin to deep trenches in the gleaming carpet of bronze shimmering plates. Yet it was hard to say if it was his size that truly put him aside from every other dragon, or if it was the ground-touching sheath he had between his legs or even the nuts he gingerly dragged behind him, each half as tall as he was and about as wide, twin hills that left huge tracks on the soil behind him for miles if he were to decide to take a stroll. But he was in no mood to walk, merely to laze about and watch the sun above him.

He slumped on the ground, admiring the scenery around him from a vantage point challenged only by birds and other flying creatures such as himself, none of which could of course be as big as he was, at least on the surface of the world. He rested for a few minutes, watching the clouds and the animals break into a rut around him as his mere presence, coupled with the ungodly stench of cum, sex and the most virile musk spread far and wide without him even having to do anything. Hal yawned and idly pawed at his sheath, scratching it gently: the huge cock holster wobbled and swayed even after he stopped touching it, testament to just how heavy and packed it was. He spread it open, letting forth a deluge of thick fluids pour out of the pliable and soft rim, a wonderful mix of cum, precum and cocksweat all sloshing together into a maddeningly arousing, dense, steamy concoction filled with enough virile seed to cause anyone who could get pregnant, and even some who otherwise wouldn't be able to, to be filled with dragon eggs. His digits ran across the outer lips of his sheath, air rushing in as sheath fluids rushed out, then dipped them within.

The titanic dragon murred, happily letting his pawpads warm within the confines of his messy, slick cock pouch, putting more and more of his paw in until most of it was inside, bulging it out as a few hundred yards of cock slipped out along with a torrential downpour of cum and pre onto the forest below. He shoved even more in as he relished in the slight feeling of fullness fisting his own sheath gave him. It was a different sensation than being fucked silly by a thick cock or even gently, or not so gently, rimmed by an eager partner, though it wasn't as fulfilling of course. Hal rolled over, his balls demolishing a few dozen acres of forest in the process as they sloshed, gurgled and moved along with him until he was with his belly up. He added another paw inside his sheath alongside the first one. At this point he was essentially openly stuffing his forelimbs into the cock holster as his shaft surged and swelled, dousing his front, neck and muzzle, as well as a few hundred yards of forest behind him in cloudy precum so thick and heavy it toppled trees and cracked stone upon impact.

Eventually he pulled his paws out, satisfied with the light teasing he'd subjected himself to. Hal murred softly, flexing his muscles as his cock gently softened and retreated into its sheath after a few minutes of inactivity, though it clearly seemed displeased with the lack of attention. The dragon licked his chops and sighed, content. After a while Hal lifted his right paw, meaning to scratch his neck but the glimmer of sheath fluids, sweat, cum, pre and pussy juice upon his digit was so very enticing, distracting him from the itch on his body and letting him focus on more pleasurable things.

Without much hesitation, he pressed his snout in the middle of his paw and, having no shame, he sniffed so hard the sound reminded some of the lesser being of a storm sucking up air before blowing it back down. Fortunately there was no storm as the titanic being snorted up the stench of his own pads, the reek of sweat so very thick and dense, the smell of his cock he'd placed that very paw on to jerk himself off hundreds of times, the heavy and potent fragrance of cum hiding in the most hidden recesses of the canyons that were his pads. He moaned, keeping the heavy footmusk in his lungs as his cock surged forth, a hundred feet at a time, bloating fatter and heavier, flooding the forest beneath with a deluge of potent cum in amounts far more than sufficient to fill riverbeds and then some.

After a good while he exhaled, causing a minor catastrophe as his musk-laden breath caused trees to snap and crack and spread the need, the order, the imperative to rut to everything that had lungs and could fuck to do so immediately. But being above everything, Hal didn't care much for what the critters of the forest did around him, he took another sniff and let his tongue lol out and then immediately put it hard at work. The slimy muscle, as big as a moat, maybe bigger, slithered between the crevices of his pads, scraping up the salty sweat that dripped from those hidden nooks and crannies. The taste was overwhelming: a raunchy-yet-delectable mix of cum, sweat, precum, sheath fluids that had been further strengthened by his recent delving inside the fat cock pouch where his shaft did nothing but stew in its own emissions day and night, turning what was a prime breeding rod worthy of the gods into a titanic slab of pure, raw, undiluted male stench and virility. The reek of cock mixed wonderfully with his heavy footmusk, complemented by the taste of both paw and shaft, turned into a slick, slippery, tasty lollipop for him to slobber over in full view of everyone who had the luck to witness the mountainous dragon from near or far.

Hal moaned, rolling his tongue over vast fields of cum-slathered, fluid-soaked paw, letting the mix of tastes, scents, flavours all wash on his tastebuds, lighting them on fire. He shoved his tongue between the toes, fucking the gaps with it as if he were rimming someone, feeling both the pleasure of having his tongue squeezed by thick digits and the joy of tasting something musky, salty and virile. His cock kept on growing fatter, heavier, longer, slicker with sweat as it became so hot and primed to fuck anything in sight that it visibly steamed in the warm air. Yet the focus was not on the titanic piece of breeder meat, but his still very messy paws, now coated with a healthy layer of saliva on top of the still abundant mix of fluids.

Again he pressed his snout to his pads, though this time it was both of his forepaws, sandwiching his muzzle in between them as he snorted his overbearing footmusk like a common slut sniffs a client's balls, though he enjoyed it far, far, far more. Hal groaned and arched his back as high as he could as he sniffed, sniffed, sniffed, his chest swelling with the thick stench of everything that made his paws a weapon devoted to leaving the muskiest prints on the world and yet another tool for him to turn anyone into a scent-drunk slut ready to lift their tail for him. With a grunt, a groan, a moan and a soft hiss, his pleasure reached a climax faster than anticipated: his cock bloated till it was at full size, nearly seven hundred feet long, jutting towards the sky like a pyramid ready to pierce the heavens as his sack churned, twitched and gurgled.

The ground rumbled as if a stampede of great beasts was rushing through the land, though of course there was nothing but the hordes of horny critters busy getting their rocks off for dozens of miles around the groaning titan whose stench was a better aphrodisiac than anything any mage could conjure up. A column of white rose from his cock, instantly pushed several hundred feet higher by the sheer pressure behind it. To say it was tens of thousands of gallons was a rather severe understatement: from the depths of Hal's gargantuan balls, fuelled by the wonderful reek and taste of his own paws, pushed along seven hundred feet of cock, arching for a couple miles, were millions of gallons of the most dense, most virile, most potent cum on the planet. It rained down onto the landscape like a god's gift upon the world, washing over entire forests, filling riverbeds, swiftly replacing lakes as he came and came and came all the while he was sucking, licking, sniffing, moaning into his grimy, saliva-coated pawpads like a whore.