FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The forest was eerily silent as the sun finally fell below the horizon, bringing on the deep black of night. The moon hung in a partial crescent in the star filled sky. It's meager light barely penetrated the thick wooded lands. Deep within the forest, some miles from the nearest town or village, a small fire lit up circular clearing within the dense wooden area.

Wind, a furry anthro dragon, sat before the fire at the center of the clearing. His clothing was made of various forms of leather, attained from his profession. A big game hunter by trade, it usually supported him and his hunting companions rather well. Though as of recent, work had been hard to come by.

Wind and his companions had been struggling for some months to find good land to hunt. Places they had discovered were either under domain of a kingdom that forbade outsider hunting, or the land was barren and devoid of suitable game. They felt they were on their last legs up until recently.

A vast forest expanse full of large animals. There was no shortage of big game hunting for miles and no obvious claim to the land. Wind had felt he had truly found the perfect stomping grounds. With a local town willing to buy excess meat and hides, the gold was coming in steadily. And with it, a real sense of security.

Wind finished up with his serving of cooked venison. He took a large hunk of leftover raw meat and walked around the fire, dropping it in front of his loyal companions. A trio of feral dragons; Greenwing, Fyrre, and Spike. Wind had cared for them ever since they were hatchlings, discovering them in his travels and raising them like family.

The three of them vigorously tore into the raw meat, eating each of their fills in little time. Wind couldn't help but chuckle as he leaned down and gave Greenwing a gentle rub on the side of his now gorged belly.

"Don't worry," he said to the three of them, "there will be plenty more where that came from. We'll go back into town tomorrow, sell off all the excess hides and meat, and I will treat all of you to a feast worthy of kings."

The feral dragons rumbled happily at the thought. They hadn't eaten this well in quite a while, and it was about time their luck had finally turned around. After polishing off the rest of the meat, the dragons curled up in their respective spots for sleep. Wind sat back by the fire, not quite tired yet. He knew they had to get an early start, but he just had too much energy to be able to sleep.

Wind idly rubbed between his legs, feeling a tell-tale tingling in his loins. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had had a sweet release. He leaned back, closing his eyes and continued to rub the slowly growing bulge in his pants. Quite quickly, his cock had become hard and somewhat painful. It had been far too long, he thought to himself. Before he could form another thought, he felt something on his shoulder.

Turning, he found Greenwing nuzzling and licking at his neck. Wind giggled and started to rub at the sides of the green dragon's head and neck, playfully nuzzling back. In the midst of their playing, Wind caught notice of Greenwings own growing arousal between his muscular haunches.

"Guess I'm not the only one with fun on the mind and energy to burn," he said, rubbing Greenwing's side and making him purr deeply, "Am I, boy?"

Greenwing looked up to Wind, his eyes filled with the fires of lust. Wind returned the gaze, his hands slowly wandering down his scaled body. Greenwing groaned in anticipation, laying down on his side with wind kneeling beside him. Winds hands gently caressed Greenwing's side and belly, slowly inching his way lower and lower. As he reached Greenwing's legs, they spread out, revealing his slit and quickly hardening twin shafts.

Wind reached out and began to softly rub at the throbbing flesh, growing more and more aroused. The scent of Greenwing's own arousal was growing stronger and stronger, driving him crazy. He wanted so bad to just mount the green dragon and have his way with him, but he held back. It had been too long since he had the chance to enjoy a slow and sensual rutting. Somehow, despite the groans and whimpers from his horny companion, he sensed Greenwing would more than appreciate the slow buildup of affection.

"Come here, boy," he cooed to his companion, "lets go slow and make tonight wonderful."

Greenwing nodded and gently licked the tip of Wind's snout. Wind returned the soft lick, which gave way to a deep kiss between the two of them. Wind's hands caressed the sides of Greenwing's head, gently rubbing his ear-fins and making him rumble deeply. Greenwing raised a claw and slowly rubbed it down Wind's furred back, making him arch his spine and shiver pleasantly.

The two of them spent what seemed like forever in a deep and passionate make-out session, their tongues dancing with one another between deep kisses and gentle embraces. Their actions, while trying to be as subtle as they could, did not go unnoticed. Fyrre and Spike had roused from their brief slumber and were tentatively watching the two of them. The display of erotic affection and the scent of rampant arousal quickly spread to the two of them, driving them into their own lustful frenzy.

Not concerned with taking things slow, Fyrre and Spike were more than happy to get at it together. Fyrre laid on his back, his black scales shimmering in the firelight and his purple members at attention and throbbing. His legs splayed open, presenting himself to the orange dragon, whimpering for attention. Spike was more than willing to oblige, his snout prodding at Fyrre's shaft and quivering pucker before letting loose an assault with his long and dextrous tongue on his sensitive hole.

Fyrre groaned and writhed on his back. The slick tongue switching between long and quick laps and deep swirling penetration, causing his leg to shiver and kick. After a few minutes of feeling Spikes wonderful tongue under his tail, it switched to excitedly lap at his cocks. Fyrre couldn't help but growl in utter ecstasy, not caring how quiet he or Spike were being.

Wind and Greenwing couldn't help but look over at their other two companions in the throes of passionate and reckless love-making. Wind smiled, but wanted to continue the slow and sensual approach. A nod from Greenwing confirmed their shared feelings. Wanting to step things up a bit, Wind crawled lower towards Greenwing's haunches, inching closer and closer to his wanting shafts. His breath on the sensitive flesh made Greenwing groan in pleasure, his hips gyrating from side to side, causing his cocks to sway seductively just inches from Wind's snout.

Wind couldn't help himself any longer. He took one shaft into his hand and gently stroked it as he placed a long and sensual kiss to the tip of the other. Greenwing's entire body shivered and his hips unconsciously started to thrust forward, pushing more of the tip into Wind's warm mouth. Wind suckled on the tip gently, his tongue flicking at it inside his maw. He teased his companion for several minutes, lapping ever drop of pre that oozed from the excited feral dragon. Without warning, wind closed his eyes and pushed forward, swallowing as much of the throbbing flesh as he could until the tip poked at the back of his throat.

Greenwing let out a long and loud sigh of pleasure, his tongue hanging from the side of his maw and panting heavily. Abandoning subtlety himself, Wind sucked loudly on the swollen member, savoring the taste of the flesh mixed with the sweet taste of precum that now coated the whole of both lengths. Wind's hand pumped more quickly up and down Greenwing's other cock, ensuring he got as much pleasure as possible.

On the other side of the fire, Spike wasted little time before moving to the next stage. He crawled up on top of Fyrre, placing his cock first between the black dragon's twin members and slowly began thrusting. His member ground against Fyrre's raging arousal, making both of them moan loudly. Spike suddenly pulled his hips back and angled himself lower. With a strong and quick thrust, he buried his full length into Fyrre's slick tailhole.

A sudden roar echoed through the woods and could be heard for miles. It startled Wind and Greenwing as they looked over at the other two dragons. Completely uncaring about their noise or reckless behavior, Spike plowed into Fyrre hard and fast. The sound of their scales slapping together carried far among the trees for any living beast to hear accompanied by grunts and groans from both Fyrre and Spike.

Wind shook his head and chuckled. Greenwing was a sensual dragon lover, someone he could be in a sack with for hours and enjoy ever minute of it. Spike and Fyrre were more wild and reckless, something he did enjoy from time to time. Nothing was more wild than a night in bed with either one of them, or both if he was feeling particularly randy. But there was something to be said about a gradual buildup that Greenwing was more than willing to provide.

The lewd sounds coming from Fyrre and Spike enticed Greenwing and Wind to pick up the pace. Wind worked his mouth over one of Greenwing's rock hard members ferociously while his hand squeezed and pumped the other. Greenwing humped into Wind rhythmically, feeling his climax rapidly approaching. Wind's own erection was becoming quite painful in his pants. Thankfully, despite having a head clouded in pleasure, Greenwing leaned over and took the waist of Wind's legging in his teeth and quickly whipped them off, letting the furred dragon's cock spring free and open to an assault with his tongue.

Greenwing wanted desperately to let things continue, but the pleasure was too great, the pressure building in his loins finally boiling over. His maw hung open, letting out a semi-silent roar as his climax hit. His twin members erupting strong jets of dragon seed into Wind's mouth and all over his face and upper body. Wind locked his lips to the tip and gulped down as much of the delicious cum as he could, a pair of small streams dripping down the sides of his lips. Greenwing's body eventually stopped convulsing and went slightly limp as his orgasm subsided.

Wind slumped next to his spent companion, nuzzling his neck and making him purr. The two of them turned to watch Fyrre and Spike, who were not far behind them. Spike slammed into Fyrre's rump once, letting out a long and guttural groan of pleasure as he shot spurt after spurt of cum into the black dragon. Having spent all of their energy, the two of them promptly slumped next to each other and entered into a deep sleep, complete with snoring.

Wind couldn't help but chuckle. Lots of energy in those two, but quick to burn it off. Greenwing was worn down, but still wanted more. Wind could sense it, and he was more than eager for release himself. He stood up and circled behind Greenwing, eying his very attractive hindquarters. He was ready to take Greenwing's tail, lift it high and take the plunge. He was ready to give his loving companion a proper rutting. However, he was distracted by a sudden sound from the bushes behind him. Before he could turn around, he felt a sudden strike on the back of his head followed by darkness.

Wind slowly picked his head up, finding himself sitting naked on a stone floor and against a wall. He shook his head to clear the grogginess and quickly realized he was chained by the neck to the wall. Next to him were all 3 of his feral dragon companions, all just waking up and also chained to the wall.

"You boys alright?" Wind asked in concern. The three of them tugged against their chains and whimpered a bit, but gave him a slight nod. At least none of them were hurt, he thought, but what was going on? Where were they? Why were they brought here and held prisoner? So many questions swirled in his head.

A loud noise echoed in the chamber as the heavy metal door on the other side of the room clanged open. Wind squinted, trying to make out the figure approaching in the darkness. As it passed into the very dim torch light, he could finally make out some details. It was an anthro dragon with deep black scales and glowing crimson eyes. 3 horns protruded from the sides and center of its head, as black as the rest of its body. Strangely, it wore what appeared to be a french maid outfit. Complete with a short frilly skirt and ivory colored apron. The costume seemed to fit well with its slender body.

"Who are you?" Wind inquired, still trying to shake the fogginess from his head.

"That's not important right now," it replied in a soft, but decidedly male voice, "what is important is that that my master wishes to see you to discuss your punishment."

"What punishment? I've committed no crime."

"Oh, but you have. You've been hunting on claimed lands without consent of the master."

"What claim?! There's no signs or anything to tell anyone the lands are claimed! Release me and my companions!"

"Please be calm, sir. Everything will be explained and worked out by my master. He is willing to offer you leniency and allow you to continue your trade within his lands. He only requests something in return."

"Like what?"

"He will tell you. I will take you and your companions to him as long as you come willingly."

Wind gave a reluctant nod, prompting the anthro dragon to approach and release the chains from him and his companions. Upon doing so, he then attached a leash to all of them. Wind took offense to the act, but decided to keep it to himself. He wanted nothing more than to get out of this place and back to his life on the outside. Lacking any knowledge of the interior of wherever he was, it was probably in his best interest to to comply for the time being.

Wind, Spike, Greenwing and Fyrre were lead down a long stone hallway line with heavy wooden doors. The air was stale, almost as if they were deep underground. A couple of twists and turns in the halls and a climb up a stairwell put them in a better lit and lavishly decorated area of the structure. The large halls still lacked any windows, suggesting they were still underground. Various tapestries and stuffed animal heads adorned the walls and the stone floor was covered with a very ornate and soft carpet.

The group was led to a short but wide flight of stairs leading to a very large and heavy set of wooden doors. The black anthro dragon pushed the large doors open, revealing a grand hall. In front of them was a large banquet table, adorned in various types of food and drink. Beyond the table was what appeared to be a throne of royalty, very similar to some of the castles Wind had been in and out of over the years. On the single throne sat a naga. Blueish-purple scales with lavender hair and piercing yellow snake-eyes. He sat proudly on the throne completely unclothed and unashamed. Wind and his companions were led just before the throne. Beside him was a decorative table with a large glass and metal hookah. He occasionally took long drags from the pipe, and puffing smoke rings off to the side.

"Kneel," the anthro dragon said calmly. Wind and his companions unanimously complied, bringing themselves to the ground. Wind glanced around to his dragons, noticing the worried looks on their faces. He wanted badly to quell their fears, but he himself was unsure of their eventual fate at the hands of this unknown naga.

"Ah, Nakourou," the naga said with a smile, "Are these the hunters you told me about earlier?"

"They are, master Montiga," the black dragon replied with a bow, "I informed them of their crime."

"I still feel we have committed no crime," Wind interjected. Nakourou looked at him with scorn, taking particular offense to his outburst. Montiga motioned for him to stand down, fully understanding of his captives situation.

"Allow me to properly introduce myself," the naga said, rising from his throne, "I am Montiga, master of these lands."

"I was not aware these lands were claimed," Wind replied, "There were no signs or anything that would suggest they were."

"Mmm, understandable. My claim on these lands is somewhat recent and I hadn't the time or manpower to erect proper notifications. My apologies for that."

"So does that mean we are pardoned?"

"Not entirely. You see, in my own travels, ignorance of a law, even when the law is not obvious, provides no excuse for breaking it. However, I am willing to offer a pardon in return for certain 'services'."

"What kind of services?"

Montiga only returned a devious grin with the question. Wind was positively confused. He was a hunter by trade and was unsure what possible service he or his companions could provide to alleviate their crime, even if he felt the crime was unjustly levied.

"My master has rather 'unique' tastes," Nakourou said walking up and standing before Wind and his dragons, "The offer is quite simple. Satisfy the master's lust and hunger, and you will be set free."

"What are you talking about?" Wind asked, glancing over to Montiga and noticing him slowly licking his lips and softly rubbing at his exposed genital slit.

"The master derives great pleasure from consuming others."

"You're joking!" Wind exclaimed, looking back at Montiga, who's smile had never left his serpentine snout.

"The master is quite serious."

"He wants to kill us for his own pleasure?!"

"On the contrary. The master does not wish the end your lives, only to utilize you to his satisfaction."

"And what if I refuse?"

"That would be unfortunate, but little would change. The master will still take you for his pleasure. However, your lives WILL be forfeit as a result."

Wind shuffled uncomfortably in his place. He really didn't like this proposition, but was quickly finding his alternatives to be far worse. His companions seemed equally worried, emitting an occasional whimper. Feeling cornered and slightly defeated, Wind silently nodded. His submission causing Montiga to let out a very excitable hiss of delight.

"You two," the naga said, pointing to Wind and Fyrre, "Approach me. Nakourou, feel free to have a bit of fun with the others."

Wind and Fyrre stood and slowly moved forward, kneeling back down before Montiga. His yellow eyes looked them over extensively, making Wind wonder what kind of perverse thoughts of him and his companions were coursing through his mind. The naga took a long drag from his ornate hookah and blew a thick smoke ring into both Wind and Fyrre's face. The scent wasn't harsh at all. Almost pleasant, actually, smelling of a combination of various fruits and herbs. It had a surprising calming effect on his mind, relieving a bit of stress that had built up from recent events.

Montiga rubbed at his exposed slit a little more before his twin shafts finally emerged. The pink pillars of flesh grew and throbbed before reaching their full length and hardness. The size was impressive, inspiring awe in both Wind and Fyrre. The display instilled quite a feeling of horniness in both of them as their own arousal quickly became apparent, making Wind visibly blush.

Wind watched as the naga's tail slowly snaked along the floor, slithering behind Fyrre. The tip pointed up and with a quick thrust, penetrated the feral dragon's unprepared rump, making his eyes go wide and his muscles to clench tight. Montiga chuckled, slowly prodding in and out of his tightened depths. Eventually, the sensual teasing caused Fyrre to finally relax as he instinctively raised his hindquarters and lift his tail high, allowing Montiga to push much deeper into him.

Wind watched for a moment while Fyrre was willingly violated by the naga's tail, incredibly turned on by the sight. He flinched for a moment when he felt Montiga's hand rest on the top of his head. He lightly pulled him closer, guiding him towards his needy cocks. Wind knew what he wanted, and had no qualms about giving it to him. He leaned forward and started to slowly lap at one of Montiga's thick members, making the naga hiss in delight. His hand rubbing the side of his head gently as he squirmed on his throne and his tail plowing Fyrre's tailhole harder and harder.

Wind spent a few minutes generously lapping at the pulsing flesh before pressing his lips to the tip. Montiga hissed again, placing his hand on the back of Wind's head and pulling hard, forcing his cock deep into Wind's maw. Montiga moaned loudly as Wind pumped his lips up and down the length and suckled. He was quite experienced, he thought to himself. Probably getting lots of practice from his feral dragons.

Montiga glanced off in the distance to his servant, who was certainly having a fun time with Spike and Greenwing. Nakourou dove right between the two dragons, eagerly sucking on Spike's drooling cock while Greenwing mounted him, grinding his own twin members on the smaller black dragon's butt. The little maid dragon let out a sudden squeal as he felt one of greenwings shafts press to his tight pucker, the head popping inside. Greenwing paused for a moment, allowing the smaller dragon to adjust to his size. Not taking long at all, Nakourou relaxed and started pushing his hips back, taking more of the rock hard member into his ass. Greenwing growled in pleasure and started to mindlessly thrust, pumping in and out of the little maid.

Montiga smiled, his own lust fueled further by watching his servant sandwiched between the two feral dragons. He now turned his attention to Fyrre, who was lost in the through of ecstasy as his tail mercilessly plowed his rear. It was about time to get things rolling for real, Montiga thought, and Fyrre would be the first of Wind's little group.

With a very hard and deep push, he forced his tail as deep into Fyrre as it could go. The black dragon moaned loudly, the penetration causing him to orgasm on the spot and spurt cum onto the smooth stone floor. Unable to go in any further but still pushing hard, Fyrre found himself sliding forward towards Montiga, who's open maw was waiting for him. Before he could let out any noises of protest, Fyrre's head slipped into the naga's hungry mouth.

Like a powerful piston, Montiga's tail pumped in and out of Fyrre's backside. Each thrust changing slightly in angle and depth, lifting the dragon off his feet and into the air. Montiga's lips slowly slid further down Fyrre's neck, creating a bulge in his throat. The dragon's whimpers were barely audible through the scaled flesh, and with a strong push of his tail, Montiga had taken him in down to his shoulders. Montiga shifted his jaw, dislocating it, and letting it stretch almost absurdly wide, his maw opened wider, effortlessly accommodating the feral's broad shoulders. Inch by inch, Fyrres body descended into Montiga's slippery tunnel of a throat, his tongue darting out and licking his belly as he sank in.

Lips past his belly, Fyrre rump, legs and tail hung free. His tail still lifted high while the naga's own tail continued to violate his tailhole and stuff him inside. Adding a bit more excitedment to the mix, Montiga let his long snake tongue wrap around Fyrre's members, playing with them, teasing them. Fyrre couldn't help but hump his hips with what little leverage he had, desperately wanting release. He got his wish, at least. Montiga's incessant teasing bringing him to a brief climax and spurting seed onto the naga's chest. His legs went limp as the energy in his body had finally been expelled, leaving Montiga free to finish his large meal.

Wind glanced up, his mouth still full of the naga's shaft, to watch as his companion was swiftly gulped down. In the back of his mind, he was worried, but he couldn't help but find the act strangely attractive and arousing. His mouth worked harder over Montiga's cock as he watched the bulge in the naga's throat descend down into his belly. With a final push of his tail and a long drawn out swallow and slurp, Montiga had fully consumed the black dragon. His form being deposited into his stomach and leaving a large squirming bulge that partially rested on Wind's head.

Montiga patted his full belly as he withdrew his tailtip from his maw. With a contented sigh, he looked back over to his maid who was still working his mouth on Spikes cock while Greenwing plowed him from behind, the sound of their flesh and scales slapping together echoed through the chamber. With a snap of his fingers, Montiga caused Nakourou to halt and turn his attention to his master.

"Climb into his slit, my servant," Montiga hissed as he humped his hips into Wind and stroked his unoccupied member.

Nokourou nodded and grinned. He pressed his snout to Spike's slit, licking at it slowly and reaching his tongue inside, making the orange dragon shudder and groan. He pushed his snout slowly inside, stretching the opening out quite easily to the surprise of Spike himself. He had never experienced anything like this before, but was finding an intense amount of enjoyment out of it. Inch by inch, Nakourou pushed a bit deeper. His tongue exploring places Spike didn't even know he had feeling in.

Unable to resist, Spike placed one of his broad claws and placed it on the maids rump. First, he gently rubbed, making Nakourou giggle inside and wiggle his rump. Spike then began to firmly pull on the smaller dragon, slipping him deeper. Spike's head became clouded with lust and pleasure, still adjusting to the new sensation. His cock throbbed above the little intruder to his loins, globs of pre dripping to the floor. He gave a quick pull on the little maid and stuffed him in to his waist, making Spike let out an exhausted roar of passion. He quickly discovered muscles he never knew he had, as the flesh within his slit began to pull on Nokourou, sucking him in deeper. Soon, only the black dragons feet protruded from the opening, his feet and tailtip wiggling in delight, before being pulled fully inside to hot musky depths.

Spike rolled onto his side, reveling in the new feeling of having a creature squirming inside of his loins. Taking a moment to puff on his hookah, Montiga waved Greenwing over to him next. The green dragon cautiously approached, being greeted by a puff of smoke from the naga as he stood before him. Montiga rolled out his tail, presenting his scaled underbelly and his tailhole to Greenwing.

"Come and lick my tailhole," Montiga hissed at him with a smile. Greenwing paused for a moment before leaning down to the naga's pucker. His snout hovered inches away, sniffing in the musky scent, before slowly letting his tongue extend and rub across the soft and sensitive flesh.

Montiga let out a sharp gasp. The feeling causing his twin cocks to drool copious amounts of precum. On the floor from one and into Winds mouth from the other. Greenwing worked his tongue into a rhythm of long and steady laps for a few minutes before pressing it deep inside, making Montiga squirm a bit more.

Driven by some unexplainable urge, Greenwing pressed his snout to the orifice, letting it slip in and allowing his tongue to explore even deeper than before. Montiga's tailhole was very warm, very musky, and surprisingly elastic. With little warning, Greenwing also discovered just how strong the naga's anal muscles were as the flesh around his snout gripped him tight and began to pull.

Quickly recovering from the sudden shock, Greenwing let Montiga's tailhole pull on him, even pushing himself forward slightly. The soft flesh stretched over his draconic head quite easily, like his mouth had when he devoured Fyrre. He could hear Montiga's loud groans of pleasure before they became muffled as his entire head was enveloped. With each flex of his muscles, several more inches of Greenwing sank into him, emitting a soft slurping noise. A sudden pull yanked Greenwing in, past his long neck and to his shoulders.

Wind watched in awe as Greenwing was slowly taken in, pausing for a moment in shock as the naga's flesh stretched unbelievably wide over the dragon's shoulders, his size not slowing him down at all. Greenwing was soon unable to push himself any deeper, finding any footing for leverage impossible. Despite that, with a now firm hold him him, Montiga pulled at him harder, sucking in the dragon by a foot at a time instead of just inches. Having consumed the dragon down to below his chest, Montiga twisted his lower body around, allowing Greenwing's hind paws to rest on the floor. Forcing his lower body down, the naga impaled himself on more of the dragon's body, like someone sitting on a toy pointing up from the floor. Pushing himself down in bursts, more and more of Greenwing was fed up into his hungry tailhole. Soon, only his feet and tail were left visible. Spinning his lower body back, Greenwings feet wiggled from outside of the fleshy borderline. With a final pull and an audible slurp, they were completely enveloped, the dragon-shaped bulge slowly slipping upward inside his lower body. His stretched tailhole closed back up, like a venus flytrap, ensuring escape would be impossible.

Montiga chuckled and panted hard, wrapping his now wiggling and bulging tail around Wind. With a full belly and a full tailhole, Montiga looked to Spike to fill one of the remaining gaps in his body. He motioned for him to come closer. Spike took a moment to approach, his legs wobbling from the intense sensation of the maid still withing his slit, causing him to randomly cum uncontrollably. After struggling on his feet, Spike laid down before Montiga, breathing and moaning hard with one of his legs lifted high.

"I think it's about time to free my maid," Montiga said, rubbing at Spike's slit softly with the tip of his tail. Spike whimpered slightly, thinking for a moment of just how to extract the small black dragon from his loins. Between Nakourou attempting to pull himself free and Spike pushing with muscles he had never used, the maid finally slipped out, covered in a thick layer of fluids from within Spike's body.

"You have me so close, my little captive," Montiga teased at Wind, "Now that your remaining companion is here, both of you can service my cocks."

While Wind continued what he was doing, Spike unsteadily moved forward and took Montiga's unoccupied shaft into his mouth, sucking on it eagerly. The naga leaned back, his mouth open and his long tongue hanging from his maw, greatly enjoying to attention to both his shafts. They oozed pre like a leaking faucet, so incredibly hard that it was almost painful. But there was one more sensation that he had been fighting off for a while now, and now was the time to satisfy his last remaining hunger.

He withdrew his lengths from Spike and Wind's maws, reached forward and planted his strong hands on the back of both of their heads. With a sudden forceful pull and a thrust of his hips, the tips of his cocks stretched open and slipped over their snouts. With a series of pulls from his hands that the suction within his shafts, both Wind and Spike found their heads completely taken in by the rock hard, yet strangely elastic flesh.

Wind instinctively began to struggle, trying to pull himself free. Spike, however, had no energy left and was unable to resist, causing him to be pulled in much quicker. In a matter of moments, the twin cocks had grown and expanded over half of their bodies. With the additional leverage, Montiga took both shafts into his arms and pointed them upwards, causing Wind and Spikes legs to dangle in the air. Wind continued to squirm, trying to stop himself from being pulled further. Without any strength left and the assistance of gravity, Spike was quickly consumed. His dragon-shaped bulge quickly sliding down into Montiga's loins. In virtually not time at all, all parts of him had vanished from sight. With a loud gulping sound coming from the ravenous length, his body passed beyond the naga's slit, deposited into his internal testes and leaving a lightly squirming bulge on his lower body.

Wind continued to fight, finding energy hard to come by. Without anything to brace himself or hold onto, he was quickly losing the battle. The strong scent from within the slimy tube sapped much of his strength, but the remaining energy he had was quickly taken away when he felt a pair of lips wrap around his still exposed cock. The little maid dragon had climbed onto Montiga and started to suck Wind off, working to give him one final release before being claimed. With the constant buildup of everything that had happened coupled with just how pent up he was to begin with, Wind climaxed quite quickly. Ropes of hot cum flowed into Nakourou's maw, and with it, any energy he had left to struggle.

Wind's body went limp as he panted within the constricting flesh. Montiga, eager to finish his meal, stroked his full member and pulled. With a lewd slurp and gulp, Wind was fully consumed, his form sinking deeper and deeper. The maid couldn't help but caress the anthro-dragon shaped mass in his masters cock just before it vanished within his slit, forming a second bulge right next to Spike.

Montiga's cocks quickly returned to their normal size. He let out a sigh of extreme content. The struggles within his belly and tailhole had long since ceased, and those within his members were quickly dying down as well as the two occupant were sloshed and churned. Their physical bodies breaking down and turning into nothing more than a pool of snake cum.

Montiga looked down at his little maid dragon, his unspoken order quite clear. Nakourou eagerly moved forward and started to suck on Montiga, bobbing his head up and down one shaft while his hand furiously stroked the other. After all that had happened tonight, Montiga found it impossible to hold back any longer. His orgasm came on quick like a race horse and hit hard like a stampede of wild rhinos. Gallons of cum surged from his twin cocks with enough force to knock the small black dragon back to the floor. For several minutes the naga spurted seed before him. Nakourou stood on his knees, letting himself get coated in the viscous and sweet tasting fluid. He was coated so completely that almost none of his black scales were visible.

After what felt like an eternity, the flow began to ebb. Montiga slumped back into his throne, thoroughly spent. The bulges in his testes now gone and those in his belly and lower tail greatly reduced. He sat there, breathing heavily and recovering from the intense release as the cum-drenched maid approached and knelt before him.

"Shall I prepare the reformation ritual, master?" he asked. Montiga looked off in the distance, deep in thought for a moment.

"I haven't decided yet," he replied with a smirk.

"You did say that you would grant them their freedom."

"That I did, but their crime of trespassing on my land is very severe. I am the only hunter of these lands. Those that trespass are my prey."

"I understand, master. So what of those four? Will you end up reforming them?"

"...Let me sleep on it."