Exit Strategy
A gift for DracoOfZeradaith. Draco has caught Shira and intends on having his way with the micro. How is shi going to escape?
"Hehe... gotcha," Draco of Zeradaith said, clutching Shira in his right hand. The micro drake squeaked and squirmed but wasn't going anywhere. Ultimately it was all for show - Shira volunteered to be 'captured' like this - but it did set such a delicious mood for the rest of the afternoon. "Now to just put you somewhere for safekeeping..." The big, gold anthrodragon used his left hand to pull open the waistband of his pants and underwear, then firmly stuffed the micro within to trap hir up against that heavy bulge.
Rather than passively accepting hir fate, though, Shira's mind was already coming up with ideas for hir escape. Shi knew it wouldn't take much to get the male aroused, after all, and shi quickly began rubbing hir entire body against the warm pillar of male flesh before hir. A soft rumble of approval is all the encouragement shi needed; Shira pushed back against the fabric to rub more firmly, while hir wings attempted to hug around his girth, though they didn't quite reach around that impressive shaft.
Slowly but steadily, the dragon's erection began to stir. It was subtle at first, but the rising heat and increasing firmness of his member confirmed that Shira's efforts were working. Hir wings no longer even came close to reaching around Draco's swelling hard on, while hir tail had to stretch to reach along the rest of his length. The gold dragon reached down to grope himself, briefly pinning Shira's entire body against his dick and causing hir to squirm pleasantly in place. Even as he slowly stroked himself through the fabric, the micro slowly rubbed him back, making full use of hir paws and tongue to tease all those sensitive spots the male might have missed.
However, Draco wasn't simply getting harder. Even before he reached his full arousal, his pants seemed to be running out of room. His cocktip was already pressing insistently at his waistband while his balls seemed to fight for room between his thighs. Shira was almost pinned in place between the male's shaft and the tightly-stretched briefs, but the larger dragon continued to fondle his bulge and roughly squeezed Shira tightly against his flesh. He was starting to leak precum as well; shi soon was coated in that slippery fluid and began to slide along that throbbing length. Though shi wasn't able to stay near the head any longer, for fear of being trapped against the waistband, shi instead started to glide up and down the shaft in an attempt to jerk off a dragonhood that towered at least half a dozen times hir size.
When the gold dragon finally got hard it was a strain just for his pants to contain that massive dragonhood. The button on his slacks popped off after just a few moments and flew across the room. Slowly, the zipper started to come undone as well, sliding down one tooth at a time and revealing more of the blue-fabric-covered bulge to the world. Draco decided to just remove his pants entirely now that they weren't actually covering anything, but his underwear managed to stay intact despite the throbbing dragonhood just on the other side of that tightly-stretched material. While Draco had been removing his pants, Shira made hir way down to his balls and nestled hir way beneath them. It was a struggle to even slide into there - things were getting too tight for even a micro to easily find room - but all that slippery precum allowed the smooth-scaled herm to glide into there and squirm somewhere new.
It soon wasn't just the dragon's pants that proved to be inadequate. Draco soon noticed that his chair was getting rather uncomfortable, as the armrests simply weren't wide enough for his arms. When he stood up, he nearly hit his head on the ceiling fan. He looked around the rest of the room and everything else seemed curiously small as well. He had to be growing, and Shira was the only one who could be causing it. Growling with lust, he started jerking himself off in earnest, which in turn was met by even more growth. Shira did hir part by licking the male's balls and stroking them with the softness of hir wings, granting him another inch or three with every caress of hir tongue. Both dragons could practically feel Draco's balls getting heavier with both his increasing size and his need for release.
The underwear was unlikely to hold on for much longer. Though it had done quite a job containing a dragoncock that had nearly doubled in size - as well as a micro that rubbed in all the right places - the seams were slowly starting to come undone. The first stitch along the groin gave way, followed by a second, then more, almost like a zipper being quickly pulled down, before they were simply ripped to shreds. At the same moment, Draco's head bumped against the ceiling as he filled the room rather completely, having to crouch just to fit in his home! It was all too much for the gold; he roared loudly enough to shake the entire house as his orgasm finally spilled forth.
Each heavy wave of cum splashed across another part of the room. His first spurt nearly knocked his computer monitor off his desk. The next hit a nearby window, coating it in that viscous goo. Draco moaned and fell back, splintering his bed beneath him as a third spurt coated the wall behind what used to be his headboard. Though each rope of cum was slightly weaker than the last, Draco still managed to get cum on the ceiling, across his muzzle, chest, and belly before the last of his seed slowly oozed out of his tip and down his still-throbbing length.
Meanwhile. Shira had been watching from a safe distance, dodging spurts of cum as if they were mortar rounds. Once Draco's briefs ripped, shi quickly ducked out from beneath his balls and into the open air. Once he fell back, Shira flew to the door, though shi still watched the rest of Draco's climax for sake of enjoying the show. But now that the golden dragon was lying on the floor, panting softly as he tried to recover from cumming so hard, Shira just grinned at him. "Have fun with that. Bye!" shi teased before flying off, leaving him to figure out how to get out of his bedroom now that he could no longer fit through the door.