Monstrous
The fortress city of Troy was said to be impenetrable, and so, one day, Goliath set out to destroy it. The sheer arrogance of humans never ceased to baffle him. For thousands of years he had razed their cities, whether they built their walls of wood, stone or steel. Again and again they boasted that, now, they were safe, after they made some sort of breakthrough in architecture or military. Goliath allowed them to live in their dream, until their city was plump and fat, and then he went in for the kill. He waited until their armies had fallen into disuse, their senses had grown tired and dull, and then he strolled through whatever barricade they had erected and had his way with the populous. For Goliath was many things, but impatient was not one of them.
Goliath was an old dragon, with the strength and size that only came with genuine age. Younger dragons strutted about with their chest puffed out, thinking that they were the lords of all they perceived. How foolish they were, and many of them disappeared past his jaws, learning in their last throes of life while residing in his belly that they were not as big and bad as they once believed. However, if the younger dragons were respectful, and understood their place, Goliath was not above letting them travel with him. He did not mind the company, as long as they showed him proper respect.
When he set his sights upon the fortress city of Troy, he was already traveling with a pair of dragons: Luo and Syrrik. Goliath was the largest of the trio, both in height and build. Dark green scales covered his body, providing him protection from even the most advanced of human weapons, at least the weapons that he had come across so far. Although the humans now boasted of some breakthrough, he doubted he had much to fear from them. He had been watching this city for many years now, occasionally returning to it during his travels to see how far it had progressed. Believing that their magic barriers kept them safe, the city's military presence had long gone lax. The populous had grown fat from a surplus of food, and no longer remembered they fear they should have of a dragon. In fact, when Goliath approached the city and left, that only encouraged the belief that they were safe.
Luo the blue dragon was close to Goliath in age. He, like Goliath, was bipedal. Shorter than Goliath, however, and significantly lighter in build, he considered a runt among his brothers. He was mostly blue in color, though with grey wings and eyes, and a vaguely aquatic appearance, boasting fins and webbing. It was difficult to describe the relation he and Goliath shared. It was not one of love, for a creature like Goliath was incapable of such an emotion. Rather, it was one of dominance and control: Luo was simply afraid not to be near Goliath.
And then there was Syrrik, who Luo believed Goliath allowed to accompany them solely so he had someone else to torture. Goliath's heart was black, after all. He was cruel to Syrrik, abusing and raping him whenever he desired, but for whatever reason, Syrrik continued to travel with them. Goliath simply had that sort of presence.
The city was enormous, even by a dragon's standards. Goliath looked it over, peering through the glasslike sheen of the magical or technological barrier that prevented him from entering it. He reached a hand forward, resting it right against the barrier, and felt as the barrier came to life, crackling like thunder. There was pain in Goliath's hand until he pulled it back and looked it over; noticing several scales on his palm had been incinerated. They had upgraded their magic wall, since last time he had been here. Clenching his claw into a fist, he allowed his weight to settle on his rear foot. Then, twisting his body and throwing his weight forward, he smashed his fist up against the barrier. Such a punch had crumbled mountains, but to his great surprise, the barrier remained strong. Lightning gathered on the spot of the barrier he had struck, and surged through his fist and arm and into his core. Goliath felt a surge of pain like he had never known before; the fact that he actually felt pain was something remarkable in and of itself. He roared and tilted back, hissing and screaming and trying to pull his fist away, but something about the barrier kept him rooted to the spot. It was only when Luo and Syrrik both took hold of Goliath and pulled that the great green dragon was free of the electrifying embrace.
Luo helped Goliath, who was clearly shocked at the paralysis that still touched his fingers, to a seated position. Goliath stared at the barrier a moment or two, before his eyes focused. Insolent little monsters, they had actually hurt him! Before, he had come to this city to eat and nothing more. Perhaps have a little fun. But now, he would ensure that not one human lived to see the next sunrise.
But first, there was the matter of the barrier to take care of. More prudent this time, Goliath approached, and stroked his claws over the near transparent surface. His claw tingled and made little sparks in the surface, although did not seem to damage the barrier. He didn't dare punch it again, for fear the electricity may stop his heart this time, and instead took several steps back. Luo took residence at his side, and Syrrik at his opposite. Goliath took a deep breath, jaws parted slightly, and green energy glowed through the cracks of his lips and teeth. Between Luo's jaws, a blue light came to life, and Syrrik's jaws glowed with a fiery red. The trio breathed their energy out suddenly, the three blasts colliding with the shimmering sheen of the barrier, which came to life. The barrier struggled to react to the stream of energy that was assaulting it in three different spots, struggling to maintain its shape until the three energies ceased. It was a battle of endurance, and the dragons lost. Their energies ceased and they caught their breath, and the barrier flickered before resuming its sheen.
A different tactic was required, one that Luo offered. He and Goliath charged their breath as before, and then released, and again the barrier reacted to the stimulation. Syrrik took a deep breath, and released a stream of flame while Luo stopped and caught his breath. When he resumed, Goliath took a moment to suck a breath deep, filling his lungs, before once more releasing the green. And so, the pitter-patter of all three blasts, slamming against the shield without reprieve, the intention to exhaust its charge rather than break through it. The shields lasted surprisingly long, and Luo actually thought this strategy would not work. But finally, with a sound like shattering glass, the shields gave way, exploding into pieces that quickly dissipated in the air.
A cool, natural breeze blew through the city, the first sign to the citizens that something was wrong. The barrier allowed nothing to enter or leave: even air. When their shudders smacked and doors creaked, many humans headed out the door to see the trio of dragons casually stomping between the buildings. A thousand frightened faces all stared up at the trio. This city had been prosperous, prosperity built on the reputation it was dragon proof. The building towered high, taller even than Goliath, although he did not mind. It was that much easier to gaze through the windows and at his prey. Luo as well, was squatting at the buildings, looking inside each floor, his tongue flicking over his lips in anticipation of the feast that was to be had. Without a word spoken, the three dragons spread out, each claiming their own section of the city as their personal playground.
It was the middle of the day, so prior to the barrier falling, the metropolis had been bustling. It was fascinating, the rate at which humans could adapt and evolve. A thousand years ago, their homes had been mud and stone, and their mounts were horses or camels. Now, they had buildings of stone and steel, and little metal contraptions called "cars," which Luo found fascinating. And yet, for all their intelligence, they did not seem to be smart enough to avoid the green dragon's treads. His massive feet fell into the street, uncaring, as he walked along. The streets were wide enough he could move through them, although his shoulders and arms sometimes scraped the glass. Goliath did not mind, and simply pushed his way through when the streets grew too tight. Occasionally he bashed buildings in with burly fists, watching as they crumbled. Punching the buildings made him feel better after the embarrassment caused by the barrier, and when he pulled his hands out, occasionally there were tasty treats, caught on the roughness of his scales. And the carpet of humanity under his slightly weary soles and toes felt absolutely blissful. Although a dragon was covered in thick, strong scales, the exception to this was their feet and hands, which had soft, almost squishy padding. This aided with distribution of weight, but the fact was, Goliath's feet were not as hardy as the rest of his body. The humans he stepped on, they lifted their hands to try to ward off the approaching foot, and sometimes he even left it to hover. The way their hands stroked, brushing against his leathery skin felt oddly pleasant.
Goliath actually lifted his hand, and braced himself on a building, pushing his claw through the weak steel and windows to assure a good hold. He held himself, and allowed his foot to remain a bit above his collective prey, leaving them to struggle against the pad. "You better brace yourself," Goliath said to the mass, his toes wiggling above them. After a moment, he lowered his foot: his heel first and then his toes, and he carefully trapped a dozen people against his sole. The humans around his foot, who had managed to escape the embrace by pushing against their neighbors, all looked up at him, hoping to find some sense of kindness or mercy. All they saw was the looming smile, and his black tongue slipped out and stroked his lips. In another moment, crimson splashed out from under the foot like a popping waterballon, painting those at the sides with the gore of their fellow man.
Goliath's toes dug into the ground to keep balance, as he lifted his other foot high into the air. He lowered it roughly halfway, allowing the sticky red goo to drip off his sole and rain down upon the humans, before he began to lower. Once more the humans provided delightful friction, their little hands trying to push against him. He did not allow the group to dissipate this time, however, and lowered his foot down, just slow enough for him to savor every individual pop.
Goliath slowly squatted down, settling on his haunches. His tail curled behind him, assuring none of the little ones would escape to his blindside. Some were trying to press into the buildings that flanked them, but there were far too many to fit through the doors, and their clumsy escape kept them right where he wanted. His large belly hung a bit low, and he gave it a happy pat. "This will be your new home," he explained, his voice deep and powerful enough to be heard even over the thousands of screams and shrieks that now resonated through the city. A hundred eyes were upon him as he lowered his hands to the ground, crushing several under him, and settled onto all fours. Dipping his head on his long neck, he parted his jaws, and slipped out his black tongue. His tongue was sticky, and as it swept through the group, several dozen men and women found themselves clinging to the slimy appendage, the drool that quickly coated them only adding to the tongue's tight hold.
All at once, the screaming of those captives went silent as the tongue disappeared into the maw. A layer of scales, lips and teeth muted whatever final pleas the victims may have had. Goliath tilted his head up, and swallowed, using the suction of his throat to draw the humans down. A ghastly bulge ran along his neck, soon disappearing past his collarbone, but he used one claw to trace the group's descent until they came into his large belly.
"You taste delicious," Goliath said, as if he were bestowing a compliment. "I knew my patience would pay off. Oh yes. It's not a full moon or eclipse, strengthening me enough to penetrate your barrier. I could have done this whenever I chose. You see, you're fathers and their fathers before have been breeding you, just for this purpose." He slipped his head down, his tongue once more sweeping through the group. This time he savored their individual flavor, holding them off the ground but outside of his maw, as they kicked and struggled. He gulped them, and they joined their brothers housed inside his belly. "I allowed this city to grow. I even kept the other dragons from attacking it because I knew that you all would grow plump and fat and now... now I can truly savor it. And I shall. I shall devour every single one of you: flesh, bone and soul."
Gulping the humans down by the mouthful, it was utterly heavenly. The taste of their fear and flesh was on his tongue, and just the thought of them disappearing down the dark void of his throat, never to be seen again, was making him almost painfully hard. And then how they lived out their last moments in panic and pain, struggling and beating against his belly walls was making him almost dizzy. He was not surprised when he felt tenseness in his groin. The pleasure of his meal was bringing his black erection to life. Slowly pressing out from between the strong plates of his crotch, the iron black glans peeked into the day light. Goliath gulped down his latest mouthful, and patted his belly happily. How many were now struggling in his crowded belly, he couldn't say, but he usually wasn't sated until he had eaten at least hundred. He looked down before him, seeing that indeed the street was quite barren of life. Still, there were enough, and Goliath pushed himself back to settle on his haunches. He plucked the humans up with a finger and thumb, collecting them in his other hand, before bringing them to his eye. Ten humans were not ideal, but it would do. His hand had lowered down. The humans squeaked and whined pitifully, fighting against the fingers, sometimes even resorting to biting the digits though their teeth of course could not penetrate the scales or pads. And soon, Goliath had cupped the humans carefully, and pushed them all against his meaty shaft. In an instance, their squeaks had died away.
In another part of the city, Syrrik had spent several minutes ripping buildings apart, sating his hunger with the bodies that came streaming forth. He was not as large as Goliath, nor as gluttonous, so he soon found his belly full in a pleasant way, and set forth to have some fun of a different sort. Having razed so many buildings, the streets were teaming with life: lost little creatures who were looking for some place safe to hide. Syrrik strolled forward, laughing to himself as the bodies popped beneath his four feet; warmth bubbling up between his toes. He moved quickly, leaving mangled bodies in his wake, some of them still clinging to life, struggling to breathe through broken lungs or endure the pain of their legs squished. Syrrik was searching for a nice large group of people, and finally turning a corner, he found an unbroken sea of humanity. All the eyes turned to him in an instant, staring at him as if they could not believe what they were seeing. Syrrik spread his legs and approached more deliberately this time, although still barely took notice of the squishes under his paws. He strolled into the center of the mass, and then braced his powerful rear legs, before he started to squat down.
He did not sit fully, however. Instead, his quivering, puckered anus remained a few feet off the ground, hovering ominously above the street humans. His testicles, hanging low between his legs, had touched the ground, and several humans were smothered beneath his scrotum. Although his sack was covered in scales, it was a thinner coating then the rest of his body, allowing his scrotum the freedom to expand. As such, he took great joy in how the little ones squirmed and kicked and beat at his sack. He braced himself slightly, his claws dug into the ground and several humans caught under his paws popped to jelly. He lifted his lower body off the ground, reveling in the way his testicles tingled. He looked down his body, at the humans he had smothered: most were crushed but a few were still twitching and wiggling. Syrrik simply took a few steps forward, now positioned so a fresh group was between his rear legs, and lowered down again.
Again, he was treated to a wonderful sensation. Having witnessed what he had done, the humans were fighting even harder, struggling with every ounce of strength they collectively had, when all he was doing was casually T-bagging them. Sometimes he weighed his scrotum down more, completely smothering his captives until their struggles ceased. Other times, he lifted and lowered his hips, again and again, crushing the little ones slowly, savoring every twitch he received through his sensitive sack. Steadily, his penis grew out from between his legs, and that too was used to crush and smother the people.
As he continued forward, always remaining in the heart of the mass of humanity, he spotted a bus that several of the humans had attempted to flee in. With how clogged the streets were, the bus could barely move. Even unconcerned with those not aboard, the people were simply too dense for the bus to do more than tug along on slick, blood soaked wheels. It was easy to snatch the bus up by the front, his strong fingers bending the glass and metal frame in. Syrrik's first thought was to peel the bus' roof back and devour those inside, but holding the bus in his hand, another idea formed quickly. He sat down, crushing humans under his rump and whining softly at the brief massage they offered. Holding the bus in his clumsy forepaws, he examined its dimensions, and determined it was comparable in size to Goliath's shaft. A few times, Syrrik had been forced to take the green brute, and had barely survived the encounter. Perhaps the bus would be able to help him...
He set the bus down carefully, with its back on the ground so it jutted forward and to the sky. The metal frame creamed in protest, but Syrrik was somewhat certain it would maintain its shape for the time being. He lowered to the ground, turning his head to the side to better peer through the bus' windows, at all the little humans trapped inside. They had all flailed and piled upon each other, and now rested in the back of the bus, flailing and trying to right themselves.
Syrrik walked forward, until the bus was jutting up between his rear legs. His cock slammed against it and almost caused the bus to tip over, but it righted itself and resumed standing tall. Spreading his rear paws carefully, so the curve of his rear was more apparent, he began to lower down. He groaned as the bus' boxy shape pushed up against his tail hole. Lifting himself up to catch his breath, he once more lowered down, this time wiggling his hips side to side. The misshapen front of the bus caught the rim of his puckered anus. He growled, and flexed his muscles, opening them and quickly forcing himself lower. Although the bus was comparable in size to Goliath's pride, the bus wasn't bucking and fucking him mercilessly. Allowed to take his time instead of being raped, Syrrik actually found this to be rather pleasant.
The view for those trapped inside the bus was nothing short of horrifying, however. Stuck in the back of the bus, unable to move or climb out while everyone else was flailing dumbly, they all watched through the cracked front windshield as the glistening anus lowered upon them. Chunks of flesh and blood, the result of when the dragon had sat down in the middle of the street, still clung to the scales. A stifling amount of musk washed over the bus, infiltrating through the cracks and smothering them in the heady aroma.
The bus whined suddenly, the front almost bending in completely as the sphincter fixed itself over it. Syrrik gave a long growl. The bus was stretching his rim in a very pleasant way, and for a moment or two, he was content to just stay like that. Bracing his upper body on the street, he pushed off it and rose up, back arched. Wiggling his hips side to side, he allowed gravity to pull his weight down. The bus sank inside him, very slowly, but by the gods, Syrrik had never imagined such pleasure in his long, long life. Every inch the bus sank sent stars spinning past his vision. The people trapped inside the bus fought amongst each other, as the rim slowly moved down the bus, cutting off any natural light. Perhaps most horrifying, however, was that the bus' headlights continued to burn, showing the glistening tunnel that the bus was doomed to sink inside of.
With a final groan, Syrrik's rump flattened against the ground. His muscles were clenching madly. He was impressed by the human's ingenuity, how the bus' frame had mostly maintained its shape, but just as the shield had fallen, over time the bus would soon be broken. His flexing bowels were patient, after all, but for now the bus was keeping him stretched, and training his body for Goliath's pride.
Every step was heavenly. The more the bus was crushed within him, the better it felt, as sharpened glass and metal all poked delicately against his thick skin. The humans were delightful to step on, or gulp down just so he could feel their threshing in his belly. Spurts of cream dribbled out of his erection, spraying against the buildings that flanked him and dousing those who had survived his feet, and although the urge to relieve himself was aching, he chose to search for something rather than sit down and masturbate.
He spied that something when he came upon Luo, the blue dragon, lounging casually in one of the streets. Luo was perhaps the most docile of the trio. He had had his fill of humans, and was now content to relax, perhaps play with a few of the stragglers, but he did not seem bothered that the street he resided on was almost completely empty.
He lifted his head as Syrrik, growling and spurting pre with each step, came over. Syrrik turned his back to a squat building, a bank perhaps, and lifted onto his rear legs. He fell backwards slightly, but the building yielded and bent in against his weight, and eventually he got comfortable, sitting as if he were seated on a throne. His engorged erection jutted forward from his hips, dribbling copious amounts of pre and throbbing in sync with the pounding of his heart.
Luo looked around, as if unsure where to go now that his block had been taken. Syrrik called for him, and Luo obediently approached. He did not resist as Syrrik sat up, and reached for his head. Luo knew what was expected of him, but some hint of draconic pride sparked to life, and he attempted to pull away. He was met with a flick on the side of his head from Syrrik's other claw, and then Syrrik carefully guided him down. Luo lowered to his knees as he was pushed, and soon found his vision utterly dominated by the throbbing girth of the other male. The smell of musk and seed filled Luo's nostrils, making the scales between his legs feel rather tight, and whatever resistance he provided was still purely token. "Lick," Syrrik hissed, glaring down at Luo, who obediently nodded his head.
Luo slipped his tongue out gingerly, the tip touching against Syrrik's glans. Syrrik chuckled, and nodded his approval, although the hand remained tight on Luo's skull. Luo carefully moved his dexterous tongue up and down, working on the base of the shaft first before moving up to the middle. Methodically, he cleaned the girth of the white goo that coated it, although it was not easy with how steadily Syrrik was dripping pre. Eventually though, he managed to reach the glans, and carefully coiled his tongue around them, giving a squeeze. He fixed his lips over the glans next, so the pre that dribbled out would fall into his mouth.
Syrrik wiggled side to side, driving the bus still within his bowels deeper. The front bumper was now resting against his prostate, providing such a pleasant bulk, he found himself drooling. He did wonder about the humans: if they were still clinging to life in the dark, airless chamber, sealed by his anus, waiting for the bus to collapse fully and crush them. But that thought was fleeting. He stroked Luo's skull softly, petting the scales, before hissing, "Suck."
Luo's lips puckered as he began to put his mouth further over the draconic pride. A dragon's jaw could open quite large, just like their reptilian cousins, and soon enough, Syrrik's entire shaft was resting inside the cool maw of the blue dragon, the glans resting in the back of Luo's throat. Luo's head bobbed back and forth, as he started to suckle on the substantial girth. Syrrik's body began to tense, squeezing the bus trapped inside him, and somehow, he actually thought he heard distant screams. Perhaps, muffled by the layers of muscle, fat, and scales, those still alive in the bus were watching as the walls began to cave in around them. He pushed his girth forward, into Luo's mouth, as Luo enthusiastically suckled, like an infant on the teat. A steady stream of pre was oozing out of the shaft, but Luo could taste it growing saltier, thicker.
All at once, Syrrik's body locked tight. He felt trickles of blood and gasoline oozing out his tightly clenched anus. He humped forward, and Luo's cheeks suddenly puffed out, his mouth filled with cream. Luo gulped it down expertly, as another splash of cream exploded into his mouth. Luo was accustomed to massive releases, and his body efficiently swallowed down the seed in the lulls between spurts, making vulgar gulps that made the humans left on the street shudder.
When at last Syrrik's release was finished, Luo pushed himself off the body and fell back, into the street. His belly was slightly plumped, both from those he had eaten and the warm seed that filled his core. Syrrik smiled down at him, whispering his thanks. It was difficult to stand. His legs were feeling weak, but at least the distracting bulk of the bus had been reduced to scraps. He wiggled his hips several times, and clenched his muscles, working the remnants of the bus out of him.
Syrrik stroked Luo's cheek with his tongue, before once more heading out. It seemed the humans had learned the dangers of being on the streets: all Syrrik found were a couple stragglers here and there. He did not pursue them, and if they avoided his careless footfalls, he let them live. He wanted a nice large group of humans, but all of the streets were either barren or covered in gore and blood from when Goliath had stomped through.
He at last found Goliath in the city's suburbs. Ever the glutton, the green dragon casually placed himself before one of the houses, and tore into it with ease. He plucked the humans within up by the twos and threes, tossing them carelessly into his mouth and swallowing them whole. He did not even savor their taste. All he wanted was the endless squirms and fight within his efficient belly. Those who fled by cars were chased for brief moments, until Goliath found the game boring and simply scooped the vehicle up, crunching down upon it with his powerful jaws.
Goliath lifted his head when he heard Syrrik's approach. He moved to a fresh home, and tore the roof off. He snatched the occupants up greedily, all begging and crying and pleading for mercy. Goliath lifted them high, and opened mouth, before carelessly dropping them in. He did not swallow, though, instead using his sticky tongue to keep them from falling into the dark abyss. Cheeks now bulging, he approached Syrrik.
Syrrik's eyes drifted down the green brute's body, and to the large, black erection that jutted forward. There was goo of sickly white and red, and by the smells it was clear Goliath had been enjoying his feast quite a bit, and yet his erection was still swollen and hard as if it had not been touched in ages.
Goliath rolled his finger, gesturing for Syrrik to turn around, but Syrrik shook his head. Goliath glared at the red dragon, before swinging one of his fists. Syrrik dodged and backed away, jaws glowing with fire. When Goliath took another step, Syrrik breathed his flame forward in one massive stream. Goliath lifted his arms in front of his face, squatted down, and continued his approach. Syrrik continued to breathe the magic flame, and only ceased when Goliath's hand found his throat, squeezing tight enough to cut off his breath. Syrrik whimpered, eyes bulging out as Goliath's grip tightened, threatening to break his neck with a flick of the wrist.
Instead, Goliath drove a fist into Syrrik's gut. Plumped from so many humans, his belly was still in a sensitive stage of digestion, and Syrrik immediately felt sick. He bit back his bile and snarls, however, and Goliath released his throat. A creature like Goliath could not comprehend love, but he did know respect, and although their games always ended the same, it did his heart proud to see Syrrik always try so hard to kill him. In fact, if Syrrik had rolled over when ordered, without a fight, Goliath probably would have slaughtered him.
As always, Goliath was the victor of the brief bout, and casually strolled behind the quadruped. Syrrik was still reeling from the fist in his gut, still holding back the bile that was lurching up his throat, when he felt Goliath's strong claws take hold of his tail. Syrrik attempted to buck or kick, but Goliath actually caught hold of his leg by the ankle with his free claw, and lifted him off the ground fully. He pulled Syrrik's leg and tail apart, exposing the quivering pucker, slick with blood and oil. Small shards of metal and glass clung to the flexing rim, as well as the odd severed arm.
Goliath lowered to his knees, and very gently leaned his head forward. His scaly lips brushed against the pucker, and then his tongue slipped out and he carefully pressed the tip against the wrinkled skin. Syrrik gasped suddenly, growling and arching his back, as the large, wet tongue gently prodded at his anus. Soon, an almost feline purr escaped his throat, as his body shook and wiggled. His anus had been stretched by the bus, and honestly, the soft, caressing tongue felt quite good.
Goliath leaned back. He scooped the humans housed in his cheeks up with his forked tongue, before leaning back into Syrrik's rear. Syrrik hissed when the tongue touched him again, but this time it was accompanied by one of the squirming little creatures. Quite like when he had sat on them, smothered them under him, only this time they were finding their way inside his loosened anus. One by one, Goliath worked the humans inside him, happy to see Syrrik was no longer as tight as he had been the last time this game was played. They piled up inside his bowels, their little kicks sending lightning through Syrrik's spine. Just as the bus had been large and thick, stretching him, having little squirmies to beat against his wall was a new, but delightful, sensation.
When his mouth was empty, Goliath lifted his head away. Syrrik's head was down, jaws parted, drool dripping out of his lips and forming a shallow pool in the dent in the street his skull had made. Goliath straightened on his knees, and gripped the tail and leg a little tighter. Syrrik was dead weight now, which meant Goliath was free to pull him close, and then push his hips forward. The swollen, dribbling glans now rested right up against the flexing pucker, although Syrrik was so lost in the bliss from the best rim job of his life, he didn't even notice.
Pulling the red dragon towards him, Goliath found it surprisingly easy to slip inside his vent, although the pleasure was still quite intense. There was the roughness of metal and glass, as well as the softness of little bodies against him. The humans punched, kicked, shoved and bit against the glans, desperate to keep the cavern they were trapped in free of its crushing girth. Goliath simply pressed harder, compressing the little bodies between his throbbing erection and Syrrik's prostate, pleasuring both dragons.
As he began to hump, the humans housed inside compressed further, although the strength of their resistance increased tenfold. A steady leak of pre gushed out of the murderous shaft, soaking the little creatures, drowning them. And even as the shaft pulled out, they were given barely a moment's reprieve before it shoved back into the hole, slamming against them, pulping the little bodies into mush. Their blood and broken bones mixed with the leaking cream, washing Syrrik's with warmth. Goliath pulled back, and shoved again, this time driving his erection up against Syrrik's prostate, which caused the dragon to breathe a stream of fire forward. Hilting deep within, Goliath reveled in the feel of the anal walls massaging him so sweetly. Syrrik panted, seeing stars, and once more breathed a stream of flames when Goliath gave his tail a hard yank. Syrrik's body to tensed and locked: his anal walls clamped down upon the thick shaft with the same forced he had used to crush the bus. Goliath continued to wiggle and hump, shoving and pulling in and out, as hot splashes gushed out of him.
Syrrik braced himself, breathing deep, and forced his body to relax. As soon as it had, however, his prostate was battered with a ram and another splash of hot seed. He fell forward; laying flat on the ground as what felt like a geyser was released directly inside him. Humps and splashes against his prostate left him dazed and weak, as Goliath's massive load was released inside him.
Goliath started to pull back, although the grinding of his head against the tight walls made Syrrik clench again and again. When his pride was free of the tight vent, all the seed that had been inside the red dragon washed out like a waterfall, flooding the street. Syrrik's vent had stretched to a painful extent, and remained wide open even as he lay on the ground. He closed his eyes as Goliath rubbed himself, splashing out a few more globs of white. The seed washed over Syrrik, bathing his crimson scales and leaving the scent of his master on him.
Goliath sighed softly, and looked about. There were still houses on this street, untouched by his hands, and sections of the city that held the populace. Goliath patted his belly happily. The delightful squirms had already died out. He would just have to fix that.