The absolute ruler of the continent, the Dragon King's power has never been questioned—until now. A brilliant, emaciated goblin conspires to usurp the throne, not with armies, but with sexually engineered monstrosities designed for one purpose: to break the king. The king is a legend not only in war but in carnal conquest, his powerful hollow having claimed victory over many great cocks. Now, that legendary hollow must withstand an assault from the goblin's monstrous experiments... and ultimately, from the depraved genius himself.
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In the dead of night, the goblin village nestled at the foot of Mount Dhaka fell prey to an assault from the Dragon Clan.
On this continent, the dragons reigned supreme. With their naturally superior, powerful physiques and their mastery of both martial arts and magic, they ruled a vast territory with an absolutely crushing force. In their arrogant eyes, all other races were merely flawed creations, inferior beings born only for the sake of production.
A century ago, a war had cemented the dragons' dominion, after which they established contracts with the myriad weaker races. In exchange for safety from annihilation, these races paid tribute with the fruits of their labor. Though the dragons were by nature cruel and indulgent, they also possessed immense intelligence—they understood that by forcing these lowly races to bear the burden of all toil, they could live noble and carefree lives of their own.
Recently, however, an informant reported that the goblin clan responsible for mining magic ore near Mount Dhaka was secretly hoarding its yield. Furthermore, they were said to be conducting unknown experiments deep within the mountain caves.
This news infuriated the Emperor of the Dragon City. He initially dispatched a general with troops to investigate, but the general vanished into thin air after setting out. For days, there was no word. The disappearance of a powerful dragon troop within the village of a lesser race sent shockwaves through the entire Dragon City.
Within the vast palace, two rows of stone pillars, each nearly seven stories high and intricately carved with coiling dragons, supported the great expanse. Deep within, atop a dais, sat a massive throne carved from obsidian. On it, the Dragon King, Bagus, rested his chin on his hand. His head was bowed in the dim light, his expression unreadable.
Below the dais, several elderly ministers knelt on one knee, their heads bowed low. Though Bagus remained motionless and silent, the formless pressure emanating from him was like a giant's foot, crushing the ministers and rendering them unable to look up.
"You say," a deep, mature voice rumbled, "that my beloved general may have met with misfortune?" It was clear Bagus was not speaking with much effort, yet the sound echoed powerfully through the palace, seeping into the ears of all present.
"Y-yes..." the minister at the forefront stammered, trembling as he reported what he knew. "According to our informant, the goblins at the foot of Mount Dhaka... may be conducting experiments in flesh-crafting. General Rand and his soldiers... they were likely attacked by these enhanced goblins..."
The moment the words left his lips, Bagus, enthroned high above, snapped his eyes open. His crimson irises flashed with a sharp, intense light, brimming with a suffocating killing intent that stabbed toward the minister like a blade. A thick, draconic leg slammed onto the ground from the throne. As his massive, towering body slowly rose, the very floor trembled with the movement.
A thin sleep robe did little to conceal his powerful draconic form. Where the fabric gaped open, his trapezius muscles and thick arms revealed scales as deep and dark as ink, glinting faintly against his flesh. From the open collar, one could see the swell of his full pectoral muscles and a well-defined wall of abdominals. Although a century away from the battlefield had left him with a hint of softness, his physique remained broad and thick, a testament to the sheer muscle mass gifted by his pure royal bloodline.
Below the clean lines of his abdomen, on the flat plane of his lower stomach, was a long, tightly-closed slit. This was the most private and inviolable part of a dragon, a decadent hollow that pulsed with a lascivious aura. Dragonkin were expected to keep it concealed, revealing it only in the throes of passion. But he was the Dragon King; he had no need to abide by common norms. To reveal the most intimate part of himself was a display of power, a testament to his fearlessness even when exposing his greatest vulnerability.
A heavy breath, hot enough to change the temperature of the palace, escaped his wide maw. He descended the dais, each footfall a low thud against the stone. He came to a stop before the minister, head held high, looking down in contempt. The tightly sealed slit, radiating potent pheromones, was now directly before the minister's eyes. Merely inhaling the faint scent that emanated from it was enough to make the minister's body flush with a feverish heat.
"Say it again," Bagus's icy tone sounded from above, making the minister tremble violently.
"Th-this servant... dares not," the minister stammered, pressing his body even lower to the ground.
"Would you defy a royal command?" Bagus's tone was unnervingly level, betraying none of his emotions to the others in the room. "I command you. Say it again."
The minister, already drenched in a cold sweat, felt his head spin under the crushing weight of the king's presence. His consciousness clouding, he slowly began to repeat himself, "General Rand and his soldiers... they may have been attacked by enhanced gob—"
Before he could finish the word, his head was severed from his shoulders with lightning speed. It flew to the side, and a torrent of blood erupted from the stump of his neck, spraying across a nearby pillar and onto Bagus himself.
At the death of the minister before them, no one cried out. The Dragon King's brutal executions were a century-old familiarity. They only pressed themselves lower, praying not to be noticed. Silence was the only shield against a violent death.
"I do not wish to hear the name of that lowly species in my presence," Bagus said, wiping the blood from his chest with a broad hand. He stared down at the ministers now prostrated before him and fell silent for a moment.
It was not that he disbelieved his prized general had met with disaster—the fact that he had been missing for days was undeniable. Rather, the news stirred a sharp, sudden disquiet within him. In a hundred years, no species had ever dared to defy his rule, for the dragons' absolute power was something those lesser creatures could never hope to challenge.
And now, this race he held in the utmost contempt—these small, scrawny beings with their ugly, dark-green skin and treacherous, narrow faces, whom he considered the most wretched of all flawed creations—had the audacity to do the forbidden. Their actions ignited a long-dormant fury that had not disturbed his peace for years.
Even knowing it was overkill, he would crush these ants with his own hands.
"I will lead the men to rescue Rand myself. Prepare my war armor."
He turned and shrugged off his sleep robe, finally revealing the full, undulating power of his taut muscles. On his broad back, the black wings that symbolized his majestic authority spread wide, unleashing a violent gale of wind.
That very night, King Bagus, who had not taken up arms since the war a century ago, led a hundred soldiers in a formidable procession to the goblin village at the foot of Mount Dhaka. The moment the Dragon King arrived, the entire village was annihilated without the slightest effort. The goblins within had no chance even to cry out for help before they and their homes were incinerated, turned to ash in an instant by the dragon breath of his soldiers.
Now, all that remained was the mine shaft set into the face of Mount Dhaka. From its bottomless darkness, an unseeable abyss, came the faint stirrings of life. Bagus's wide draconic jaw twitched. His keen sense of smell detected not only the nauseating stench of goblins from deep within the mine but also the familiar scent of dragonkin.
There was no mistake. Rand was in there.
The entrance to the mine was small, just wide enough for the petite, frail goblins to push out their ore carts. For the towering dragonkin, however, it was oppressively narrow.
Uncertain of the conditions inside, Bagus knew the mine's environment would undoubtedly hinder a dragonkin's movement. After a moment's thought, he decided to venture in himself with only two soldiers, ordering the rest to stand guard at the entrance. Without hesitation, he plunged inside.
Bagus's physique was even more massive than that of a typical dragonkin, forcing him to contract all his muscles just to squeeze through. The cold rock walls scraped against his black scales as he advanced, producing the grating sound of hard surfaces grinding together. The tunnel was devoid of light, but dragonkin possessed naturally excellent night vision. After a moment of adjustment, Bagus could finally make out a single, faint point of candlelight in the distant depths of the long passage.
He led the way toward the candlelight. As they ventured deeper, the narrow passage gradually widened. Bagus no longer had to stoop, and the bare flesh of his upper body, clad only in a few pieces of leather, straightened to its full, imposing height. His round, full pectoral muscles were displayed proudly as he narrowed his eyes and approached with a slow, deliberate gait.
At the end of this passage was the main mining chamber, a space the goblins had carved out to accommodate more of their clan for ore collection. Faint candlelight flickered from several sconces fixed to the surrounding rock walls, and in the corners, piles of unmined magic ore shimmered with an alluring luster. As the scene came into view, Bagus quickened his pace.
However, what truly spurred him forward was not the candlelight or the ore, but the realization that Rand's scent was emanating from this very chamber.
Upon entering the wide cavern, Bagus looked up. In an instant, his eyes widened, and a wave of furious pressure erupted from his massive body.
High on the cavern wall, nearly five stories up, General Rand’s raw, crimson flesh was bound in mid-air. His powerful limbs were spread-eagled, shackled tightly by four iron chains anchored to the rock. His body was covered in the wounds of a fierce struggle, his hard dragon scales shattered. But what shocked Bagus most was the state of the slit near Rand's abdomen. The hollow, which should have been tightly closed, had been brutally violated by some massive object. It now gaped open, having lost its elasticity. From below, the tender, slick flesh within was visibly chafed and raw from the excessive friction.
Suppressing the urge to unleash a heaven-shaking roar, Bagus unfurled his black wings and shot upward. With a single sweep of his powerful arms and sharp talons, he easily severed the four chains. He caught the still-conscious Rand and landed gently, a rare flicker of pity showing in his otherwise cold, merciless eyes.
"Your Majesty..." Rand's unfocused gaze found him. He called out Bagus's name with a hint of warmth, but in the next moment, his body tensed. From his weak lips, he cried out urgently, "Your Majesty... get out... it's a trap...!"
The words had barely left his mouth when the agonized screams of his two soldiers echoed from behind him. Bagus whirled around to see two abnormally huge, dark-green bodies standing behind them.
Their overdeveloped muscles were like tumors of various sizes piled on top of one another. Two tusks jutted from the massive mouths on their broad faces. On their swollen arms, and extending up to their bulging shoulders and backs, were several magic ore stones that looked as if they had been embedded directly into their flesh. Despite the vast difference in form, the nauseating stench they emitted confirmed it: they were goblins.
They had been lurking in the corners of the chamber, concealing their presence and scent so perfectly it was as if they had vanished. With the dragonkin soldiers completely unguarded, they struck, their heavy, thick arms viciously clamping down on the soldiers' bodies. The unnaturally dense and swollen muscles of the goblins constricted the soldiers' powerful frames with such force that their naturally thick musculature was crushed inward.
The two soldiers cried out in agony, but Bagus remained motionless, his eyes scanning the surroundings. In stark contrast to the tenderness he had shown Rand, the soldiers' suffering seemed to be of no concern to him.
Bagus focused all his senses, rapidly sweeping the entire cavern. He then gently set Rand down. His full, powerful chest swelled, and a crimson heat began to radiate outward from the center line of his massive pectoral muscles. He opened his mouth toward a corner of the chamber, and a searing flash of flame erupted, illuminating the dim space as it slammed into a seemingly unremarkable spot.
From the point of impact, a dark shape flew out. More accurately, the shape slowly materialized from a state of semi-transparency. A small, emaciated goblin rolled out from a burning cloak, which shimmered with a subdued, iridescent light as it was consumed by the fire.
It was an invisibility cloak, woven from a special material that could hide not only one's form but also one's scent. It was no wonder they had not detected the enemy lurking right beside them. Even with the Dragon King's innately sharp senses, it had taken immense concentration to ferret him out.
Looking at the frail body trembling on the ground, Bagus noted its withered, dark-green skin, covered in wrinkles. Unlike the spiky, reddish-brown hair of an adult goblin, this one's was gray and grew sparsely on a barren scalp. Clad only in a beast-hide loincloth, he looked utterly wretched, yet he incongruously exuded an air of intellect.
Bagus could have easily crushed this stick-like body underfoot, but a question now burned within him, demanding an answer. He was certain this was the one who could provide it.
"Those things behind me," Bagus said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder, not even deigning to name them. "What are they?"
The intelligence he had received only mentioned that the goblins were conducting some kind of flesh-crafting experiment. He had never imagined the results would be capable of so easily overpowering his dragonkin soldiers. He was now certain his beloved general had also fallen victim to them. And yet, beyond the outrage of being defied, a strange, ecstatic thrill surged within him.
Dragonkin were a race that pursued power. They held the weak and insignificant in utter disdain, but the sight of any truly powerful being could easily ignite their belligerent nature, filling them with curiosity and even a desire to conquer.
Yet Bagus now felt a conflict within himself. Even if those two monsters possessed immense strength, the acrid stench rolling off them was a potent reminder that they were, ultimately, an inferior species. He deliberately suppressed the restless energy stirring within him, intending to satisfy his curiosity about this new power before annihilating them all in one fell swoop.
"Keh... kekeke..." Though the frail goblin could not stop trembling under the Dragon King's oppressive presence, a strange laugh escaped his lips upon hearing the question. "The arrogant Dragon King... showing an interest in our experiments?"
Such precise and articulate language was completely unlike the brutish, clumsy intellect of a goblin. Bagus found it displeasing. His brow furrowed, and with a flick of his finger, a claw strike too fast to be seen landed on the goblin's withered back, instantly drawing a spray of dark red blood.
"Gaaah—!" the goblin shrieked in pain, his piercing cry echoing through the chamber.
"Answer me. What are they?" Bagus had no intention of being patient. A murky, dark light began to slowly gather in his broad palm. "I will not ask a third time."
Enduring the searing pain in his back, the goblin gasped out wet breaths, his crazed eyes glaring defiantly at Bagus. "That... is the culmination of half a century of my research... my life's work... I fused the bodies of my kin with magic ore, allowing them to coexist with immense magical power. In exchange for their life force, the ore grants them the strength to shatter their physical limits..."
"They are my people's hope for overthrowing your tyranny..." The goblin's limbs began to twitch, his body shifting to the right. From Bagus's perspective, he was merely writhing in agony. "...living weapons designed specifically to defeat you dragons..."
Though drenched in his own blood and facing an overwhelmingly absolute threat, his cloudy, ancient eyes met Bagus's with stubborn defiance.
Such confidence planted a seed of confusion in Bagus's mind. And that confusion created an opening. The small goblin suddenly let out a sharp, piercing howl, and one of the monsters that had been restraining a soldier charged toward Bagus's back with astonishing speed!
With a thunderous crack, the monster's even larger body slammed Bagus's massive draconic frame into the rock wall. The impact was so violent that the entire chamber shuddered as rock crumbled, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.
"Kekeke... my dear Dragon King, I'm afraid even you cannot contend with such power—" the goblin cackled, but the words died in his throat as the dust settled, revealing a sight that stunned him into silence.
Though his back was now pressed against the rock wall, Bagus's powerful arms were braced firmly against the monster's swollen shoulders, having completely neutralized the force of the sudden attack. His legs, steady as tree trunks, were planted firmly on the ground, having gouged two deep furrows in the stone floor from where he had been driven back. Tucked behind him, his wings had acted as a resilient shield, absorbing the ferocious impact and leaving him utterly unharmed.
Still, the monster's strength was abnormally great, and for a moment, Bagus found it difficult to counter. The two mighty bodies were locked in a stalemate, a tense deadlock of brute force.
It was Bagus who broke the impasse. With a swell of his thick chest, his already formidable arms bulged even larger, veins popping against his skin. He let out a low grunt, and with a sudden surge of power originating from his shoulder blades, he channeled the full force of his body, flipping the monster twice his size and slamming it onto the ground.
Seeing this, the goblin's expression of shock slowly twisted into one of excitement—an excitement born of a complex mix of emotions. A crazed, rapturous smile split his chapped lips as he watched Bagus, with unhurried steps, approach the struggling monster on the floor.
Bagus stood tall, chest out, and looked down with disdain at the hideous creature. The monster tried to rise and strike back, but the king's broad, draconic foot slammed it back down onto the ground. The second impact sent the monster into a daze, and it collapsed, unable to move.
Bagus's absolute strength had brought what seemed to be an evenly matched brawl to an unexpectedly swift conclusion. He glanced first at his two soldiers at the entrance, who were now on the brink of death, then turned his gaze to Rand, lying nearby. The hint of tenderness he'd shown before had vanished, replaced by an icy coldness.
"Rand," he said. "If you were defeated by this kind of filth, I am sorely disappointed."
"Your Majesty... I..." Rand's voice was weak and slow as he desperately tried to explain, but he was immediately cut off by the goblin.
"As expected of the Dragon King! You are on a completely different level from the other dragonkin!"
The scrawny creature hunched over, his hands clasped before his chest. A complete one-eighty from his earlier arrogance, his current fawning demeanor was strikingly similar to that of the inscrutable, scheming ministers back in the palace.
"General Rand has a powerful physique! While he couldn't take down my experiment as effortlessly as you, Your Majesty, they were evenly matched, and he even held the upper hand several times!" the goblin declared with a strange excitement, his tone like that of a silver-tongued storyteller in a city square, vividly recounting the earlier battle. "I watched from the side! I can guarantee that your beloved general did not lose to my experiment in combat!"
Bagus did not turn to face the goblin, but every word registered clearly. He deliberately ignored the creature's slow approach and instead addressed Rand. "Then how, my beloved general, did you lose?"
"Ngh..." Rand's consciousness was fading, his mind a fog. He tried to speak, but the goblin's sharp voice cut him off again.
"Allow me to explain, my dear Dragon King!" The frail goblin was now kneeling beside Bagus's thick, powerful leg, his head tilted back in reverent awe of the massive, strong body towering over him. "Let me tell you how my experiment defeated General Rand."
Bagus's gaze finally shifted from Rand. He could, at any moment, swing his claws and obliterate the goblin. But a sliver of curiosity still lingered. If Rand had not been defeated in battle, how had he been reduced to such a state?
An image of Rand's slack, violated hollow flashed in his mind, and a hot stirring ignited in his chest. He craved an answer, something to rekindle the fire of conquest that his earlier disappointment had doused. He needed an answer that would be enough to arouse his desire... and so, he did not strike. He simply stood, silent and waiting.
Taking the king's silent stillness as permission, the goblin reached out a long, twig-like finger and slid it toward the monster's waist. With a soft click, the iron codpiece that had been fastened at its groin sprang loose.
In its place, an unnaturally massive, dark-green phallus sprang free, jutting straight up. While of average length, it was as thick as the Dragon King's own arm. A complex web of veins coiled around it, and along its underside, seven magic ore stones were neatly embedded in a line from the base to the frenulum, all of them pulsing with an eerie light.
It was obviously another modification. Having been confined within the codpiece for so long, its release unleashed a wet, salty, rank odor that instantly filled the chamber. It was the base, masculine pheromone of a lowly species, a scent that disgusted Bagus. Yet, he found himself unable to stop from taking a shallow, involuntary breath. He watched the thick shaft of flesh pulse like a heart, and his brow furrowed. He was beginning to understand how Rand had lost.
"My dear Dragon King Bagus," the goblin said, his voice dripping with perverse pride. "General Rand... was conquered by this cock."
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The phallus’s stench wafted outward, growing more potent with each twitch of the shaft. Every breath Bagus took seemed to lodge the odor in his sinuses before it shot straight to his head, leaving him with a sensation like the light-headedness from a glass of red wine.
The virile organ radiated a power that was impossible to ignore. At its peak, the large, swollen, dark-red glans held a glistening slit that pulsed open and closed under Bagus’s cold stare, leaking thick beads of translucent fluid.
Suddenly, an invisible force, like a questing thread, shot out from the slit at its tip, tugging at the tightly closed hollow in Bagus’s own groin. With every twitch of the massive cock, Bagus’s lower abdomen clenched involuntarily. He could feel it—that filthy, modified phallus was issuing a summons for him to couple.
Before seeing this phallus, Bagus never considered the monster a threat. Now, however, his body reacted with an instinctive resistance. It was not a resistance born of revulsion, but rather the primal defiance of a body on high alert.
It was precisely this complex contradiction that stayed Bagus’s hand from unleashing a slaughter. He turned his head toward Rand, his gaze locking onto the general’s ravaged, loosened hollow. He thought he could finally understand how his beloved general—a warrior powerful enough to have once earned his notice—could have lost to this creature.
Dragonkin were by nature violent and excessive. Any contest that allowed them to display their masculine prowess was enough to ignite an infinite desire for conquest—and beyond the battlefield, they were equally addicted to contests of a sexual nature. In a pure contest of combat, Rand would surely have won. But if they were competing in the arena of sex, then given the sheer destructive power radiating from that massive, virile weapon, Rand’s defeat was not only possible, but probable.
As a pure-blooded royal, Bagus’s own sexual abilities were on another level entirely. Possessing both a slit and a phallus, he could, whether as the receiver or the aggressor, easily fuck any opponent into a state of total collapse. General Rand was one of the few who had ever been able to stir something within him during sex—yet even Rand had been fucked to the point of breaking. The sexual intensity of this monster, then, would surely offer a much stronger stimulation.
At the mere thought, an undeniable itch bloomed at the entrance to Bagus’s own hollow.
And yet, his noble dragonkin rationality was still repulsed by the idea of coupling with such a lowly creature.
"My King... are you not tempted to try it?" As if sensing Bagus’s hesitation, the goblin interrupted his thoughts at the perfect moment. "The very cock that conquered your beloved general—are you not tempted to challenge it yourself?"
"Challenge?" Bagus finally responded, the word itself a provocation. "I need no challenge."
"Oh, but you do, my dear Dragon King," the goblin said with a slow smile. "General Rand, second in power only to you, has already fallen to this cock. As the strongest of all dragonkin, do you not wish to prove—with your own body—that the might of the dragon race can never be shaken by any lesser species?"
"This," the goblin finished, his voice a silken whisper, "is a challenge for you."
The words shattered the last of Bagus's inner conflict—or perhaps they simply clouded his reason. The goblin's clever tongue had given him an excuse, a way to convince himself. He would couple with this filthy, base creature for one purpose: to defend the honor of the dragon race.
If he were to emerge victorious from this sexual contest, he would also force Rand to bear witness, ensuring this excellent general would forever submit to his superior power and follow him with unwavering devotion.
And so, under Rand's stunned gaze, he unfastened his battle robe and leather armor, untying the cloth trousers that bound his lower body. The heavy leather and fabric fell to the floor with a muffled thud. In moments, Bagus stood in his formidable, naked glory. Deep black scales gleamed over the clear definition of his muscles. A thick layer of flesh-toned hide covered his massive, rounded pectoral muscles, from which two large, swollen nipples stood erect. The clean lines of his abs descended to his groin, where the tightly sealed slit now shone with a wet, enticing gleam in the dim candlelight.
"Your Majesty... you absolutely must not..." Rand tried to push himself up, but a fierce glare from Bagus pinned him in place.
"Silence," the king’s deep, authoritative voice echoed through the chamber. "You will watch."
Bagus moved around the small goblin, not noticing—or perhaps refusing to acknowledge—the lewd smile spreading across the creature's gaunt, sunken face. He swung his thick legs over the monster's lower body, positioning himself so that his hollow was now inches from the monster's erect cock.
The monster, having seemingly recovered from its daze, lay obediently on the ground. Its eyes ravenously devoured Bagus's slit, its thick hips twitching with restrained desire, yet it dared not make a move, held in check by the king's gaze.
"It seems the Dragon King's earlier display of power has frightened it into submission," the goblin knelt nearby, trembling with excitement as he watched the two massive, muscular bodies. "It was the same with General Rand at first. However, once their sexual organs were joined, the situation... changed."
Bagus’s brow furrowed. He bent his thick dragon legs, which were planted firmly on the ground, and slowly began to squat. The movement caused the muscles of his groin to stretch, pulling the slit open. The once-tightly-sealed entrance gradually parted to reveal the soft, pinkish flesh within.
Then, Bagus deliberately brought his noble draconic hollow into contact with the wet head of the massive phallus.
"Gah... Gaaah..." the monster growled, its hideous mouth gaping in excitement.
As the glans and the hollow made contact, a searing heat arced between them, flowing back and forth. The copious fluid leaking from the head in its excitement provided ample lubrication, slicking Bagus’s entrance as the soft flesh began to absorb it.
"Ngh..." An unbearable itch bloomed deep within him as the fluid invaded his body. Surprised, Bagus paused his descent. A bad premonition began to surface, and he started to reconsider whether he should continue.
But in the next moment, the monster could no longer restrain itself. With a powerful upward thrust of its thick waist, it drove its entire massive head deep into Bagus's hollow.
"Hah—!" Bagus's abdomen clenched tight. A sensation he had never experienced before tore through him. It wasn't just the sheer girth of the shaft, which stretched his walls even wider than Rand's had, but the fluid that had been steadily leaking from its tip now carried a current of magic that invaded his very cells, setting his entire body ablaze with a feverish heat.
"How does it feel, Dragon King?" the goblin asked from the side, his eyes fixed on their joining. "This was the true focus of my half-century of research... this phallus, saturated with the energy of magic ore, possesses a potent aphrodisiac magic..."
Bagus's powerful body trembled, the muscles of his half-squatting legs bulging violently. He wanted to stand, but found his body instinctively craved more. In nearly a hundred years of sexual experience, nothing and no one—not even Rand—had ever made him feel anything like this.
Bagus narrowed his eyes, his mind at war with itself. But the monster beneath him seized the opening, thrusting the phallus even deeper. The depths of his tight hollow were stretched wide by the overly thick shaft, and the resulting sharp pain made his once-impassive expression crack. His wide draconic mouth fell slightly open, his sharp teeth clamping down hard as if to fight against the overwhelming wave of pain and pleasure.
"Ngh... haah..."
The goblin watched, his eyes wide, as the living weapon he had painstakingly created successfully shook the Dragon King's body. He began to rub at the beast-hide loincloth over his own groin, panting with unconcealed excitement.
And yet, in the next second, the grimace of endurance on Bagus's face slowly twisted into a grin. He slammed his hands to the ground, lowered himself into a full squat, and drove his entire body down onto the monster. In that same instant, his still-unyielding hollow swallowed the monster's thick phallus whole.
"GAGGAAAH—!"
"Nghh..."
In unison, both powerful bodies convulsed violently. The inside of Bagus’s hollow was lined with rings of muscle that now tightened like a vise, squeezing every inch of the shaft and wringing a deafening roar of pleasure from the monster. At the same time, this self-destructive counterattack sent a jolt of stimulation through Bagus himself. He could feel the tender muscles of his hollow tearing, and pain lanced through his mind, but he only laughed, his mouth stretched wide.
"Heh... Fuck, that's good...!" A crimson light flared in Bagus's eyes as he glared sharply at the monster's groin. A tyrant’s manic glee spread through the chamber with his laughter. "Filthy piece of meat... Let's see who breaks first. You fucking my hole loose, or me draining you dry?"
Bagus clearly was not speaking to the monster itself. His gaze remained fixed on the base of the phallus buried deep inside him. He still held the creature in complete contempt; to him, the astonishing cock was far more worthy of his attention than its master.
Maintaining his squat, he braced himself with his powerful arms and began to drive with his thighs, lifting his rounded hips to slowly withdraw the phallus until only the head remained inside. Then, with the full force of his body, he slammed back down, impaling himself to the hilt once more.
"Gah... Gaaah!" The monster was clearly driven wild by Bagus’s active, milking thrusts. Its thick muscles bulged and spasmed, its heavy waist arching violently. The magic-ore-enhanced phallus leaked even more aphrodisiac fluid, and the shaft itself swelled larger under the stimulation of Bagus’s flesh, the veins coiling over it becoming hard and prominent.
Bagus quickened his pace, actively riding the impossibly hard shaft. Even as the one being penetrated, the power dynamic was unmistakable: it was Bagus who was doing the fucking.
This was the Dragon King's dominance. In sex, regardless of his role or the power of his opponent, he was never the weaker one.
However, with every ferocious thrust, more of the phallus's fluid seeped into the walls of his hollow. Bagus's pace did not slow, but he could feel his body beginning to burn. Sweat slicked his full pectoral muscles, dripping from his hardened nipples and splashing onto the monster's belly.
Bagus’s expression remained confident, but his brow furrowed again and again. The phallus, continuing to swell with the constant friction, was now challenging the very limits of his hollow. Just when the tight channel would begin to relax, it would be stretched taut once more. Bagus could feel his insides being expanded to their breaking point, but the searing, numbing pleasure that came with it only made him move faster.
It wasn't until the monster beneath him began to actively thrust its hips that he realized, with a jolt, he was no longer in complete control of their joining.
"Ngh... worthless piece of meat..." The vulgar curse escaped the noble Dragon King's lips, but he refused to show weakness, bucking his hips down harder to meet the monster's every thrust.
The resounding slap of their powerful, muscular lower bodies colliding echoed through the chamber. The monster, lost in sexual bliss, howled at the ceiling; the Dragon King, suppressing his pride, let out low, guttural roars. The two sounds intertwined, creating a strange and volatile tension.
The burning friction and the magic-laced fluid stoked the fires of lust within Bagus. He realized that his own draconic root, hidden deep within his hollow, was beginning to swell with blood from the monster's stimulation. Each time the thick shaft plunged to its deepest point, their two swollen heads would brush against each other like a kiss. The dual pleasure of his hollow and his own phallus being teased simultaneously by the invading cock finally forced a breathless gasp from his lips.
It was the first time Rand had ever seen his revered king in such a wretched state. A surge of anger and shame washed over him. In the past, it had taken all his strength just to bring a faint blush to the king's face, yet this lowly creature's modified cock had him drenched in sweat in mere moments.
And the king's eyes... they held a dazed, unfocused look Rand had never seen before. A hot stirring in Rand's own gut caused his own draconic root to slowly emerge, engorged and erect. He could watch no longer. He squeezed his eyes shut, listening to the rising and falling moans of his king and the monster, trying desperately to suppress the wave of excitement born from his own humiliation.
The scrawny goblin watching from the side, however, had a completely different reaction. He had already pulled his own twig-thin phallus from his loincloth and was stroking it with slow, weak tugs. His eyes devoured the sight of the Dragon King: the quivering pectoral muscles, the clenched abdomen, the powerful limbs braced against the ground, and the violated hollow that, despite being stuffed full, remained defiant. His creation was, step by step, dismantling the great Dragon King's dignity. He was finally witnessing the moment his dream came to fruition.
Just as everyone thought Bagus could take no more, a dark, violet aura began to emanate from his sweat-slicked, powerful body. Bagus’s dazed eyes snapped into focus. With a low grunt, he unleashed a condensed ball of energy that had been gathering in his lower abdomen.
The slit, which had been stretched wide by the phallus, suddenly clamped down with a suction far more violent than before, tightening like a vacuum!
"GAAAAAH—!" The monster let out a savage roar. Its writhing was brought to an abrupt halt, its phallus now locked tight within Bagus's hollow, unable to pull out or thrust deeper.
Bagus’s channel maintained its powerful constriction, relentlessly applying more suction and pressure to the monster's phallus, making it struggle in agony.
"Cum for me, and I'll send you to your death," Bagus said, his body tensing. He spread his arms, his draconic claws glowing with a sharp, yellow light. The frustration of being silently overpowered by this monster in front of his beloved general had enraged him. He decided to channel his magic for a decisive blow. He would watch the monster spill its seed, and in that same instant, he would cut it down.
The monster's phallus was still swelling, but now it was a frantic, trembling expansion. Something that had been building to its absolute limit was about to burst forth.
Bagus held his breath, his eyes fixed on the point where his hollow and the phallus were joined. He never noticed the second monster, which had been standing quietly to the side, now moving to stand directly in front of him.
This monster had long since shed its own codpiece, revealing another thick root similarly embedded with magic ore. Seeing the Dragon King's hollow clamped tight around the other's phallus, it sat down heavily on the first monster's stomach, then aimed its own thick shaft at the king and thrust.
Bagus only realized what was happening the instant the second phallus made contact. The sudden attack threw him into a panic, breaking his concentration and interrupting the flow of his magic. The once-unyielding constriction of his hollow loosened, creating a tiny opening.
The second phallus plunged mercilessly into that small gap, forcing its way in without any regard for whether Bagus's body could accommodate it, and brutally slammed all the way to the hilt.
"NGHAAAA—!"
With one phallus already stuffing him full, to be forcefully invaded by another thick root tore his already stretched-to-the-limit flesh wide open. The pain was so intense that a deep, agonized roar ripped from Bagus's throat, reverberating through the entire dim cavern.
His already tautly stretched hollow was forced open even wider. Though elastic, Bagus’s body had never before been subjected to two such massive phalluses at once. His magic was forcibly cut off, and his offensive stance shattered in an instant, leaving him completely, devastatingly passive.
Bagus's powerful body went rigid. His full, thick chest arched high, convulsing violently with each new, electric jolt of tearing pain. His head was thrown back, his eyes glaring with fury at the uninvited guest, a thick vein bulging on his taut neck. From the side, it was impossible to tell if his expression was one of agony or ecstasy.
"Kekeke... my dear Dragon King, you truly are powerful..." the goblin said, his hand trembling as he stroked his own small phallus, his eyes fixed on the sight of Bagus's hollow impaled by two massive cocks. "But I won't let this game end so soon."
"...Filth..." Bagus's voice was a low rasp. He wanted to pull away, but he knew that even the slightest movement would only intensify the searing, tearing pain. All he could do was hold his body ramrod straight and allow his hollow to slowly, agonizingly, acclimatize.
The monster, however, had no intention of pausing. Its thick, swollen hands gripped Bagus's heavy waist, and using it for leverage, it began to relentlessly pull its phallus out, only to slam it brutally back in!
"Ngh-Aah...!" Bagus's body arched even higher. The intense stimulation caused his formidable muscles to swell and contract, throwing their powerful contours into even starker relief as his tender hollow was ground between the two thick shafts.
With a single shaft, there was a moment's respite with each withdrawal. But now, as one pulled out, the other plunged in, trapping Bagus in an unending vortex of penetration. The two monsters deliberately kept their cocks from fully pulling out, ensuring his hollow remained stretched wide and tight. It was then that Bagus realized he could no longer use his own muscles to clench his opening shut.
He was being completely fucked open... He endured the monsters' assault in pained silence, his low growls a testament to his strained self-control.
"Dragon King, being entered by two big cocks at once... two such high-quality, modified specimens... I bet it feels unbelievably good..." the goblin's sharp voice goaded from the side, finally earning a glare from Bagus.
"...Shut up... you lowly insect..." Bagus's entire body was coiled tight, and sweat now rained from his skin, drenching him completely.
"Yes... we are lowly insects, filth, rotten meat..." the goblin taunted, unafraid of Bagus's fury now that he had the upper hand. "But you, Dragon King, are being fucked by those very insects, and you can't seem to get enough."
"Ngh..." Bagus realized that as the two magic-ore-modified phalluses ground against each other inside him, they were creating a magical resonance. Waves of invisible energy lapped against the walls of his hollow, sending wave after wave of numbing pleasure deep into his body, slowly creeping toward his own hidden root.
He had always resisted getting an erection while being penetrated. To him, it symbolized submission in the sexual contest, a loss of control. Among all his partners, only Rand had ever managed to make him hard while being fucked. It was for that very reason he had truly acknowledged Rand's power.
Now, a second species was about to force him to that point. His own draconic root, equally massive and formidable when engorged, was swelling deep within his hollow, expanding forward only to be blocked by the two thick shafts that plugged his entrance. The feeling of his own erection being trapped, unable to extend freely while being constantly ground against by the monsters' cocks, was an agonizing mixture of suffocating pressure and overwhelming stimulation. Bagus's powerful muscles suddenly went slack. His tail thrashed violently against the ground behind him, and his majestic wings, once a symbol of his might, now hung limp and lifeless. In this brutal sexual contest, the great and mighty Dragon King had been completely suppressed.
At some point, Rand had opened his eyes again. He was witnessing everything. His heart ached with an unbearable agony, yet a contradictory excitement churned within him. He knew the king was now erect, his own powerful root brutally pushed back into his hollow by the monsters' invasion—a surely uncomfortable state—but the sight of his king so utterly powerless was unbearably arousing. He could no longer hold back. His own draconic root slid free from his ravaged hollow, a massive, crimson shaft slick with fluid, twitching in the open air.
This sight did not escape Bagus, even as he teetered on the edge of consciousness. He realized that the sight of his own pathetic defeat was arousing his beloved general. This was, to him, the ultimate betrayal. How could a loyal, devoted subordinate entertain such base thoughts while his king was in peril?
A surge of pure rage became fuel, reigniting Bagus's will to resist. The black-violet aura flared around his body once more. He drew upon the last of his magic, gathering it in his abdomen. It was weak now, depleted by his exhaustion, but he judged that in his current state, it would be enough. He drained the last vestiges of his power and, with it, made his hollow constrict once more, clamping down with crushing force around the monsters' roots.
"Gah...!"
"Gaaah—!"
Both monsters cried out in unison. But unlike his previous, all-powerful constriction, Bagus's current grip couldn't completely immobilize their shafts. He could only clamp down tightly, increasing the friction between the two cocks.
The monsters did not stop their thrusting, but their movements became noticeably slower. The tightness of the hollow not only created immense resistance but also amplified the stimulation of their every push and pull. Bagus, too, was subjected to an even more unbearable pleasure as a result.
The sexual battle had become a true stalemate. Bagus fought bitterly against the two massive creatures, yet he still held himself with a king's dignity, his struggles marked only by heavy, ragged breaths and low growls. His eyes were locked on his own overstuffed entrance, every muscle in his body pulled taut, his skin steaming with heat and sweat. Rand had not seen such a look of intense focus on his king's face for a very long time. Bagus had worn that same expression during the great war a century ago, the one that had cemented the dragons' reign. In the peaceful years of tyrannical rule that followed, he had never seen it again. This unyielding Bagus was the powerful Dragon King that Rand had sworn to follow forever.
The two monsters' thrusts grew sluggish, their thick bodies shaking violently as if holding something back. Everyone present knew that in this war of attrition, one side was about to claim victory.
Suddenly, Bagus’s eyes flew wide open. He grit his teeth, and a powerful, guttural roar echoed through the chamber. He had been saving one last sliver of energy, waiting for the precise moment the two monsters were on the verge of release. With all his remaining strength, he unleashed one final, crushing contraction.
"GAAAAAAAH—!" The two monsters let out a final, wretched scream. They lost all control, thrusting their phalluses deep into his hollow one last time. From the outside, one could see the base of the shafts pulsing violently as they gushed torrents of magic-infused semen deep inside him.
Bagus’s flesh clung tightly to the two shafts, each throb of their release an act of insatiable suction. Thick, scalding ropes of semen churned within him, splashing violently against the walls of his hollow. The sheer volume was immense, and the gushing continued for several seconds before it began to slowly overflow, seeping out from the gap between his flesh and the shafts. The thick, white fluid dripped down his groin, pattering onto the floor below, its wet, hot scent saturating the entire space in a lewd atmosphere.
The two monsters' bodies trembled violently as they came, their spines convulsing. Under the final, vacuum-like pull of his hollow, they were drained of every last drop. Their once-massive cocks went completely limp, and they were finally pushed out by Bagus’s own still-engorged and triumphant phallus, trailing a long, milky strand behind them.
Bagus’s own draconic root, now fully exposed, pulsed and swelled, veins standing out in sharp relief. At its tip, the massive, glistening, dark-red glans pulsed, its slit opening and closing, yet it released nothing. The mighty Dragon King's muscles remained coiled tight, a clear sign that he was still fighting his own climax.
He let out a soft sigh. The moment the monsters’ orgasm subsided, he extended his powerful arms and, with a vicious swipe of his claws, decapitated them both.
The two instantly executed monsters crumpled to the ground. Bagus staggered to his feet, his full chest heaving as he gasped for breath, the monsters’ semen still trickling slowly from the gap between his own phallus and the entrance to his hollow. Head bowed, he dragged his weary body over to Rand’s side.
He gently helped Rand sit up. His eyes, though filled with exhaustion, now held a renewed tenderness. He looked down at the draconic root that had sprung forth from Rand's own excitement, and his voice was a low, intimate whisper in the general's ear. "What's this? Does my suffering excite you?"
"Th-this servant... dares not." A flush crept up Rand’s cheeks, but his crimson phallus gave a betraying tremble. "...It was Your Majesty's final stand... it was... utterly captivating..."
"Liar," Bagus chuckled softly. "When we return to the palace... I will have to properly discipline you." He looked down at their two trembling, erect cocks and couldn't resist a slow thrust of his hips, grinding his own, larger shaft against Rand's. Their ravaged hollows both leaked with fluid as their hard draconic roots pressed together, exchanging heat.
To have proven his undiminished prowess before his subordinate, to have defeated two such monsters at once—even though his sweat-drenched body was now wracked with exhaustion, he was rewarded with a look of pure reverence and adoration. It was an immensely pleasing feeling. The aphrodisiac fluid from the monsters, combined with the massive dose of magic-ore-enhanced semen he had just swallowed, left his entire body feeling light and euphoric. All he wanted was to take his beloved general back to the palace and vent his desires.
Just as he was about to lift Rand into his arms, a wet, slick, rubbing sound from behind him made him pause. He turned his head and remembered there was still one more person to deal with.
In his focus on an opponent who had, for the first time in a long while, given him a difficult fight, he had completely forgotten the mastermind behind it all. The small, frail creature radiated so little threat that Bagus had subconsciously dismissed his existence entirely.
"L-Lord Dragon King... your body... it's just... so powerful..." The small goblin sat slumped beside one of the monster's corpses. One hand clawed at the withered nipple on his gaunt, bony chest, while the other fumbled with the long, thin, twig-like phallus between his legs. His eyes were glazed over as he stared at Bagus, his ugly, gap-toothed mouth hanging open, a dark purple tongue lolling from the corner along with a string of cloudy saliva.
"Even my prized creations couldn't defeat you... Your body... it makes me submit... it makes me so excited..."
His living weapons had been slaughtered in an instant. He was cornered with no way out. And yet this ugly, old creature still had the presence of mind to be lewdly fantasizing about him... Watching the goblin masturbate on the ground, a deep sense of unease rose within Bagus.
Even though any one of the soldiers waiting outside could crush this frail body with a single stomp, a primal instinct screamed at him that he had to kill the creature now, right here, to eliminate a future threat.
Bagus let out a soft sigh. He gently laid Rand down, rose, and walked toward the goblin. His thick legs moved with heavy, deliberate steps, his sharp draconic claws extending from his broad hands. But as he got a clearer look at the penis in the goblin's grasp, he stopped dead in his tracks.
The goblin's emaciated body writhed on the ground. Upon closer inspection, the long, thin phallus emerging from his groin was also studded with tiny, fragmented magic ore stones of various sizes, which glinted faintly with his weak stroking. The head of the penis was dry, wrinkled, and ugly, its crown caked with a foul-smelling layer of filth accumulated from long-term neglect. With each fumbling squeeze of his hand, a few sparse drops of clear fluid were forced from the slit at its tip, dripping slowly onto the ground.
The sight of such a grotesque body and sexual organ instantly extinguished the lingering embers of arousal within Bagus. The thick, hard draconic root that had been forged in the heat of battle now slowly softened before the goblin, retreating back into the semi-open hollow that had not yet regained its elasticity.
"Disgusting creature. You don't even have the right to look upon me," Bagus spat, his voice laced with contempt. Yet, he did not strike. He stood with his full, rounded chest puffed out, his scornful gaze fixed on that withered penis.
Unlike the neat rows on the monsters' shafts, the magic ore on the goblin's penis seemed to be embedded haphazardly, making its already unnaturally slender form even more grotesque. A few sparse pubic hairs sprouted between the ore fragments. The foreskin, pulled back by the erection, revealed a foul, rancid layer of filth beneath the crown.
The monsters, while unsightly, had at least radiated a sense of power that invited conquest. But the thin cock now displayed before him could only be described as nauseating. Despite this, an unseen force seemed to stay his murderous intent. He did nothing but silently observe the phallus.
The goblin, sensing Bagus's strange stillness, gave a knowing, meaningful smile. He let go of his stroking hand and thrust his thin hips forward, presenting the phallus to Bagus from an entirely unobscured angle.
"Lord Dragon King... are you curious about my little cock?"
The slender phallus jutted upward from the goblin's slightly protruding groin. As he thrust his hips, he deliberately angled it so the fluid-leaking tip was aimed directly at Bagus's hollow—a brazen, provocative gesture, like a weapon taking aim at a fortress wall.
Bagus remained silent, his gaze still locked on the penis. It was, by all accounts, hideous and weak, covered in haphazardly placed ore and revolting filth. And yet, whenever the thin shaft gave a slight twitch, Bagus's semi-open hollow would clench shut in what felt like fear. He was not feeling desire. Instead, his mind was suddenly seized by an inexplicable, primal dread. As the noble Dragon King, his pride refused to acknowledge this fear, leaving him frozen, unable to react.
"Before the experiment was properly developed, I used my own penis as the guinea pig," the goblin recalled, speaking as if to himself. He knew the Dragon King was now hanging on his every word, so he continued. "Unsure of what I was doing, I aimlessly tested the various effects the magic ore had on my body... and this failure is the result. A successful specimen can resonate with the magic ore, strengthening their body and phallus. But I am different. This little cock, filled with magic ore, is constantly draining my body's energy. That is why, as you can see, Your Majesty... I am so withered."
Bagus’s brow furrowed. He had absolutely no interest in this creature's past, but as he stared at the magic ore studding the phallus and listened to the goblin's seductive explanation, he found himself captivated, his mind filling with a strange curiosity.
And yet, his hollow, the direct target of that phallus, had begun to tingle inexplicably. Alarm bells screamed in his mind, telling his rational side to execute the goblin at once. He decided to ask the one question now burning within him, to understand the full extent of this creature's perversions, and then immediately behead him.
"Then how," Bagus's voice was low, "have you survived until now?" In his heart, he already knew the answer. He just wanted the goblin to confirm it himself.
The goblin's mouth split into an even wider grin. In a voice trembling with barely contained excitement, he explained, "Kekeke... my dear Lord Dragon King... just as you suspect, this penis has mutated. It should have drained my life completely... but when I insert this penis into any living being, it can drain that creature's life force."
The answer was exactly as Bagus had predicted. Now that it was confirmed, he should eliminate this menace at once... But as the thought formed, a sudden heat bloomed in his chest. His thick neck bobbed as he swallowed hard, and the entrance to his hollow clenched shut in fear.
Bagus's breathing grew heavy. He felt a strange sense of regret. This pathetic creature before him was so fragile, yet only it could evoke such a complex, contradictory feeling within him. He found himself almost addicted to this sensation—his powerful body fearing something so weak. If he killed this creature, he wouldn't be able to quench the heat stirring in his chest.
But... how could he quench it? What was he hoping for? Why couldn't he strike?
"Oh, Dragon King... to be honest with you," the goblin said, his voice a conspiratorial whisper, "I had once considered putting this humble little cock into your draconic body." As he spoke, he thrust his hips higher, bringing the filthy penis even closer to the king's hollow. "But I am far too weak. I feared you would kill me before I could even get inside, which is why I sent my experiments to capture you alive instead. I never imagined... that you would defeat them."
"What a shame. My greatest wish is to drain the Dragon King's life force... Your body is so powerful, it would surely be a feast for my little cock..."
That single statement violated a final boundary within Bagus. His massive, sweat-drenched body swelled with power, and a heat so intense it seemed to vaporize the sweat on his skin erupted from him. A powerful, invisible pressure wave blasted the goblin back, slamming him onto the ground.
"Disgusting insect... You are forbidden from entertaining any deviant thoughts about my body!" Bagus took a step forward, the pressure he emanated nearly crushing the goblin's body. His muscles coiled tight as a thick, dark-violet energy gathered in his palm. He could no longer control his explosive rage; a shockwave powerful enough to destroy the entire cavern was about to be unleashed from his hand.
But in the next instant, a drop of fluid from the goblin's penis fell, with uncanny, perfect accuracy, onto the back of Bagus's foot.
The moment the liquid touched his skin, a fine but rapid electric current shot up his powerful leg. As if guided, it raced directly to his hollow, and Bagus's mind went hot. The royal pressure he had unleashed in his fury came to an abrupt, jarring halt.
"Ngh..." Bagus's strong, steady body convulsed with a visible, violent jolt. The fear of that slender penis, which had been stirring within him, now completely enveloped him, weighing him down like a shroud.
Watching the Dragon King—veins bulging on his powerfully heaving torso, murder in his eyes, yet utterly unable to strike—the goblin knew his plan was falling into place.
"Lord Dragon King, you seem... a little unwell?" he asked, slowly pushing his frail body up. He once again presented his penis, his voice a slick, greasy whisper as he continued to dismantle the king's mental defenses. "Could it be that you, who feared not even the great cocks of my experiments... are afraid of my humble, weak little cock?"
"Silence!" Bagus's deep, resounding roar shook the chamber, causing dust and small pebbles to rain from the walls. After releasing his pent-up emotions, he tried to steady himself, puffing out his chest. He responded slowly, his breathing ragged, "I could not possibly fear... a piece of rotten meat like you."
"Kekeke... of course. I, too, believe the great Lord Dragon King fears no one," the goblin said. He was now brazenly stretching his thin body, swaying his hips with a seductive rhythm while continuing his hypnotic guidance. "Then, my dear Lord Dragon King, why do you hesitate to kill me, yet continue to stare so intently at my little cock...?"
The question gently pried open the thick armor of Bagus's pride, forcing him to confront the desire that had been buried deep within him since he first saw this small phallus. Ever since he was fucked by the two monsters' ore-studded cocks, his hollow had been faintly throbbing with heat, as if something pent-up inside him desperately needed release—an experience that almost no one had ever been able to give him.
"A shame." The reason he hesitated to strike was simple: it felt like a waste. The two experiments were already dead. This penis, though ugly and weak, offered that same, familiar sensation. If he killed this creature too, he would never again be able to experience this unique sexual pleasure.
After seeing the goblin’s own modified phallus, his hollow had been screaming warnings—a primal self-defense mechanism. His body desperately craved a modified phallus, yet it simultaneously recoiled from the idea of congress with such a lowly species. The two monsters had at least radiated a sense of brute strength, but this goblin embodied the very weakness he despised most. To couple with such filth—with Rand watching, no less—was a decision he could not make lightly.
Perhaps... he was overthinking it.
How could such a frail body and that pathetic shaft possibly bring him the same sexual bliss? But if he killed him now, even the chance to try would be lost forever. He'd already been fucked by the monsters' foul cocks, and they were just as ugly before their transformation.
What harm could there be in trying? If it was no good, he could kill him immediately.
As Bagus sank deeper into thought, his reason was slowly eroded by desire. His mind began to search for an excuse, a rationalization that wouldn't seem so pathetic. He frowned as an idea sparked. His mouth, which had been panting raggedly, opened slightly. In a low, hesitant voice, he slowly responded:
"You have spent a lifetime, even harmed your own body, all to overthrow my dynasty. And your creations, I will admit, have impressed me." Bagus suddenly adopted a magnanimous, almost charitable air. "Letting your rotten flesh inside my body will surely do nothing for me. I might as well grant you your wish. It will not be too late to kill you afterward."
Bagus was completely unaware that, under the goblin's step-by-step guidance, he had not only begun to acknowledge him and engage him in dialogue, but was now spouting a lie so transparent that any outsider could see right through it.
"Your... Your Majesty...! You absolutely must not!" Rand cried out in shock, trying to stop Bagus's sudden decision, but he was completely ignored.
And so, all Rand could do was watch as the king he so loved and respected walked over to the corpse of one of the massive monsters. He sat down on its supple belly, his powerful upper body stretching as he thrust his magnificent chest forward. His thick legs parted slightly, boldly exposing his still-slack hollow to the goblin.
Hearing the Dragon King grant permission for his small cock to enter his body, the goblin was overjoyed. He slowly stood and dragged his stick-thin legs forward, staggering haltingly until he was between Bagus's open thighs. The small, foul-smelling, withered branch was now just an inch away from the royal hollow.
It will be over in a second, Bagus told himself, his brow furrowed in concentration. No matter what, this little cock can't possibly be better than the monsters' thick ones. He just wanted to savor that special sensation of being penetrated by a magic-ore-modified penis one more time. That was all.
With every inch the small cock drew nearer, Bagus could feel his muscles being pulled by the ore's power. On his massive chest, his two swollen nipples trembled with each breath. His powerful arms, braced against the monster's belly behind him, clenched so tightly they left deep claw marks in its flesh.
Bagus held his breath, watching as the thin penis slowly slid into his hollow. A faint, almost nonexistent itching sensation, like ants crawling over his inner walls, immediately followed. It was just as he'd expected. The stimulation this penis offered was nothing compared to the monsters' thick cocks.
His hollow, having been violently fucked by two thick cocks at once, was now a loose channel. The goblin's penis was far too slender to create any friction on its own. Noticing this, the goblin gently pressed his penis against one side of the hollow wall and slowly scraped his way inside.
Bagus's brow furrowed deeper. He could feel his body resonating with the magic ore on the penis, but compared to the pleasure of being stretched and filled by the monsters, the goblin's small cock felt like a feather lightly scratching at him.
"Ahhh... Lord Dragon King, your hollow... it's so unbelievably tender..." the goblin panted, his body trembling. From his clumsy hip thrusts, it was clear his sexual experience was practically nonexistent. After just a few scrapes, he already looked pathetically close to cumming.
"Hsss... useless..." Bagus hissed, pushing himself up slightly. This frustratingly inadequate sensation infuriated him. He wanted to end this absurd coupling right now and send the goblin's head rolling, but that nagging sense of regret held him back. "Like this... I feel nothing at all...!"
"...Oh... Lord Dragon King... this servant is... so ashamed... ooh..." The goblin's "thrusting" continued. Hearing Bagus's unsatisfied protest, he had a flash of inspiration. He began to twist his hips in a comical posture, guiding his thin cock in a clockwise circle along the walls of the hollow.
"Nghh..." The singular point of friction was gone, replaced by a circular motion that grazed over the previously neglected flesh of his inner walls. The newly stimulated nerves finally sent a more distinct wave of pleasure through him.
"How... is this?" Seeing Bagus's body give a slight tremble, the goblin knew he had done something right. He sped up the circling motion, making his small cock alternately stimulate every angle of the soft flesh within the hollow.
"...Annoying... keep going..." Bagus's upper body was now coiled uncontrollably tight, and fresh beads of sweat broke out on his broad chest. "...Not enough... give me more... ngh..."
It wasn't that the penis was providing him with any real satisfaction. Even with the goblin's new technique, the stimulation would vanish the moment the penis moved to a different spot. His entire being was trapped on a roller coaster, rising on a wave of pleasure that would crest and then immediately crash.
He watched the goblin, whose eyes were rolling back in his head with bliss, a string of foul-smelling saliva drooling from the corner of his gap-toothed mouth. This ugly creature was lost in the ecstasy of their joining, while he himself was denied an equal pleasure. For a noble dragonkin to lower himself and allow the penis of an inferior being inside him was already a great spiritual humiliation. But to now be forced to watch that creature indulge itself while he felt nothing... the indignity instantly burned away the last of Bagus's patience.
"You have ten seconds... to give me the feeling I want," Bagus growled, a heat so intense it could melt stone radiating from his body. The powerful arms braced against the monster's corpse swelled, his claws digging deep into the flesh. His sharp, crimson eyes, blazing with murderous intent, shot straight through the goblin's body. His rage had reached a boiling point; he wanted to tear this creature to shreds.
And yet, the goblin, under the Dragon King's threat, was uncharacteristically unafraid. He maintained his smile and, in a seductive, raspy voice, slowly said, "Lord Dragon King... my little cock is only this size. There's a limit to what it can do... If you want to take the stimulation to the next level, it requires your cooperation..."
"Cut the crap! Just tell me what to do!" Bagus roared, his emotions spiraling so out of control that he abandoned his royal pretense, referring to himself with the coarsest of terms.
In stark contrast to Bagus's unbridled fury, the goblin was now as calm as a stagnant, murky swamp—dark and full of unknown dangers.
"Lord Dragon King, did you not just use your energy to constrict your hollow?" The question made the reality-distorting aura of magic around Bagus instantly dissipate. "If you just tighten yourself to your absolute limit again, perhaps you'll be able to grip my little cock... and then you, too, can feel the pleasure of being completely rubbed..."
Freed from the grip of his overwhelming fury, Bagus finally realized that the magic he had drained fighting the monsters had, at some point, returned. It had happened much earlier than he'd been aware of... and his mind went to the high-pressure injection of semen from the monsters. The ejaculate from their magic-ore-modified phalluses had been absorbed by the walls of his hollow, not only leaving his body abnormally desperate for sex but also rapidly replenishing his depleted magic.
If he were to channel that magic now, to constrict his hollow as he had against the monsters, he might actually be able to grip this thin cock tightly. And yet, the sight of the goblin’s lewd expression filled him with a surge of revulsion.
To actively cater his royal hollow to this thin cock was tantamount to begging the ugly creature for sex. Bagus could not, under any circumstances, accept such a thing.
"...I've already allowed your rotten cock inside of me... and you dare to push your luck...!" The smooth, pale skin of Bagus's upper body, whether from rage or lust, was now flushed a deep red. His patience had reached its limit; he was about to lash out.
But in the next second, the goblin quietly shifted, placing his penis in the very center of the slack hollow. Though still inside, it was no longer touching anything.
In an instant, even the maddening itch vanished, leaving only a deep, abyssal emptiness. And yet, Bagus’s trembling hollow could still feel the pull, the temptation, emanating from the magic ore on the shaft. This subtle change froze Bagus completely.
"Come... Lord Dragon King, I offer this little cock completely to you..." The goblin’s long, thin hands reached out with impunity, stroking the king's massive upper body. His cold palms slid over the hot, powerful draconic form. "If you just clench, we can experience the ultimate pleasure together..."
Bagus's eyes began to glaze over. A dark violet light automatically gathered around his upper body before funneling down, slowly concentrating in his lower abdomen.
From the side, Rand witnessed it all: the struggle, the resistance, the capitulation, and now, this—his king being helplessly manipulated by the goblin’s suggestions. Too weak to move, all he could do was call out from a distance in a weak, hoarse voice, "Your Majesty... stop..."
The call was lost in the fog of Bagus's dissolving consciousness. The desire for the penis had now completely consumed his mind. His last vestiges of reason and noble draconic shame had been cast to the winds.
Since my magic has returned, I can now properly savor the pleasure of being fucked by a modified penis.
Bagus's muscles bulged. With a grunt of exertion, the magic gathered in his lower body instantly reinforced the muscle fibers of his hollow. The once-slack flesh was instantly filled with power. His thick dragon thighs clamped inward, his chiseled abs clenched tight, driving his hollow to violently constrict around the thin penis at its center.
"Nngh-OOOH—! GAAAAAH—!"
A deep, guttural moan, the likes of which he had never uttered, ripped from the usually restrained Dragon King—a sound that was raw, wild, and intensely sexual.
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The once-slack walls of his hollow, now supercharged with magic, clenched inward. Ring after ring of powerful muscle contracted, enveloping the goblin's slender cock from all sides. The moment their flesh made full contact, an uncontrollable moan of pure pleasure ripped from both of them.
Bagus's powerful draconic body arched high, his two round, heavy pectoral muscles quivering with bliss. The tremor only served to highlight their masculine definition, and fine beads of sweat trickled from between his collarbones, sliding down the undulating contours of his muscles, over the mountain-like peaks of his chest, through the deep ravine between them, and finally tracing a path over his hard, swollen nipples, which glistened with a lewd sheen.
"L-Lord Dragon King, your tender hollow, it's just too... ooooh...!" Amidst Bagus's own loud, ragged moan, the goblin's comparatively small, sharp voice cried out in satisfaction. Just being tightly gripped, feeling the pulsing texture of the ridges within, was enough to make his sensitive little cock hard enough to drip.
Looking down at his own rotten little phallus, now clamped tight by the royal hollow, the goblin trembled with excitement, absurd tears welling in his eyes. "I... I've finally... completely joined with you... Dragon King..."
With that, he placed his hands on the base of Bagus's thighs for leverage and pushed, slowly withdrawing his penis. When only the head remained, he thrust his hips forward with all his might, ramming the small phallus back into the tight, trembling hollow.
"Nngh-AAH...!" Bagus threw his head back, his thick neck stretching until taut veins bulged. He glared down at the goblin, his eyes burning with a furious denial of the pleasure he was so clearly feeling. "Who gave you permission to fuck me...?"
"Kekeke, Lord Dragon King... doesn't this feel good?" Ignoring the threat, the goblin brazenly pulled his thin cock out again and, before Bagus could react, slammed it back to the hilt in another explosive thrust.
"Nngh... ahh... you... ng-ooh...!"
With the walls of his hollow now clinging tight, the magic ore on the thin shaft ground against the magic-infused flesh within, creating a powerful resonance. The familiar yet alien pleasure sent Bagus into a low, rumbling groan, but he continued to glare at the goblin, his chest swelling and wings flaring, his very posture a defiant declaration that he would not submit.
Bagus tried to clamp down and trap the penis, but the goblin's cock was too slender, like a thin needle. His hollow, accustomed to taking massive shafts, could grip it tightly, but even at its tightest, it was impossible to pin something so small and prevent its movement.
And so, all he could do was watch as the lewd, ugly, white-eyed goblin stood between his legs, relentlessly quickening the pace, fucking him with that small, filthy cock that reeked of filth and was covered in scraggly hair and magic ore.
The humiliation of being unable to dominate the sexual encounter filled Bagus with a rage that had nowhere to go. After all, the pleasure the creature was now giving him was too intense; he didn't want to kill him just yet. This same humiliation, however, was unintentionally sublimating into a potent aphrodisiac, bringing a faint flush to Bagus's mature face. His hollow began to secrete its own slick fluid, making the penis's passage even smoother.
"Ooooh... Lord Dragon King, this little cock... compared to my experiments... how is it?" In contrast to Bagus's desperate cling to his pride, the goblin was now completely lost in their joining. His frail body twisted erratically, his bony frame repeatedly slamming against Bagus's full, powerful muscles with a series of somewhat unsatisfying slaps.
"...Ghhh... falls far short... your rotten meat isn't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth...!" Bagus retorted, trying to sound strong, but the steam rising from his body and the rivers of sweat pouring down his skin betrayed his true feelings. "...Is this all you've got?"
"Kekeke... that's alright... Lord Dragon King, there are many more things I want to do with you..." the goblin let out a sharp laugh. While maintaining the rhythm of his fucking, the hands that had been braced on Bagus's thighs slowly began to move toward his sides. "Do you know what the biggest difference is between me and the idiots in the village?"
His cold, rough fingers traced a path over the king's hot, wet draconic form, stroking past the soft flesh of his thick waist before lightly tapping the firm wall of his abs. Every touch sent an unexpected jolt of stimulation through Bagus.
"Compared to those savages, I am much, much smarter... even in sex, I don't just mindlessly thrust."
The two wicked hands moved higher, making their way to the full, magnificent pectoral muscles that Bagus held proudly arched to display his unbroken spirit. They first traced the round contour of the muscles before moving to their peaks, to the two hard nipples that were already drenched in sweat and trembling in the air, gleaming brightly. He pressed down lightly.
"Ngh... Nngh-AAH... OOOOH... GAAAAH...!" Bagus's once-mighty and defiant body arched back violently. The instinctive reaction to the stimulation on his nipples made him want to escape, but he held fast, refusing to show weakness. As he watched his own nipples being expertly toyed with by the goblin's clever fingers, Bagus could no longer hold back. He threw his head back, his mouth gaping open, and let out a series of raw, guttural roars of release.
The assault on his hollow did not let up. Coupled with the gentle teasing of his nipples, the twin sensations stripped Bagus of any sense of noble superiority. For a fleeting instant, his mind slipped into a blackout-like haze. His body, moving ahead of his reason, could not help but yield to the goblin’s touch and thrusts.
“Dragon King, being stroked and fucked at the same time—feels good, doesn’t it?” the goblin asked, smug with triumph.
“Ngh… not at all… nngh—!” Bagus refused to admit the pleasure coursing through him, even as low moans and hot, ragged breaths escaped his lips. His powerful body shook under the slender, withered cock and those probing hands, shuddering again and again.
“Oh… not good enough? Then… how about this?” The goblin’s hands left his nipples and slid to the thick plane of Bagus’s waist and belly. Then he leaned in, mouth opening as a dark-purple, foul-smelling tongue flicked out—preternaturally supple, undulating—and playfully lapped at Bagus’s swollen nipple.
“Nn… nn-oooh…!” Unlike the dry, friction-heavy scrape of fingers, the goblin’s tongue felt as if it were sheathed in a slick, warm film. It glazed the already hypersensitive nipple in a glossy sheen, and the unexpected comfort softened Bagus’s once-fierce growls into breathy, yielding sounds.
The goblin savored the Dragon King’s generous chest with obscene relish—tracing with the tip of his tongue, then sealing his lips around the peak with reverent care—building the rhythm in patient layers. His fingertips sketched light paths along the king’s flanks and abdominals, and the exquisite attention to Bagus’s upper body alone made him stiffen again and again. His proudly flared wings drooped without his noticing.
“Kekeke… the Dragon King’s nipples… they’re divine to taste…” Emboldened by Bagus’s complete absorption in the sensations, the goblin no longer bothered to hide his insolence.
Impatience and fury twisted Bagus’s features. He was still lucid. The goblin’s shocking skill—his capacity to provoke, to please—left Bagus staggered and secretly delighted, his body responding beyond control. If he chose to end it now—if he decided to unleash a killing blow and halt this descent into a pit of lust—he could. And yet it felt too good to stop. Where coupling with his own kind had always been about strength and brutal dominance, this weakling he had never deigned to notice was wooing him by entirely different means—cunning, teasing fingers; a slow, wet mouth and tongue; that clumsy yet stubbornly thrusting little cock. The pleasure wrung from him by this frail, aging goblin far surpassed anything he had known before.
He mulled it over. This bombardment of new sensations was something he had not experienced in nearly a hundred years. Perhaps just a little longer. Before he lost his reason completely, he wanted to savor this feeling.
It was precisely this greed, however, that made Bagus miss his best chance to end it.
The goblin's teasing had created a disconnect between his mind and his body. He was completely unaware that his own massive draconic root, which had previously retracted, was now silently filling with blood. Deep inside his hollow, fueled by the delicate caresses and the steady fucking, it was slowly beginning to swell.
"Oh? Lord Dragon King, still saying you're not enjoying yourself? Isn't this a reaction...?" The goblin felt the walls of the hollow, which had been clamped tight around his small cock, being forced to expand from within. He noticed the change before Bagus did. "Your draconic root is about to emerge."
"Ngh... what... nngh-aah..." Bagus looked down and saw that the magic that had been flowing steadily around his hollow was now in chaos, unraveling. Then he finally felt it: his own root, secretly erect, was stretching the very flesh he had been desperately clenching, pushing forward with an unstoppable momentum.
A new, foolish thought entered his fevered mind: perhaps his own thick, powerful cock would simply push the goblin's out. His brain, hot and sluggish with arousal, was no longer capable of assessing the situation. He found himself fantasizing about his mighty root forcing the goblin's fragile, withered one from his body, leaving him with a magnificent, awe-inspiring erection.
But as the full head of his own phallus pushed forward and touched the goblin's, an entirely unexpected sensation snapped him back to reality.
"Lord Dragon King, your cock is so thick and big," the goblin's voice confirmed Bagus’s dawning horror. "I imagine the slit on its head is more than large enough to accommodate my rotten little cock, isn't it?"
The goblin's body remained pressed tightly against the entrance to his hollow. The small penis had not been dislodged by the expansion; it remained deep inside, held in the dead center, perfectly aligned with the slit on the king's own root.
"Ngh... wait... wait...!" Bagus tried to stop his own erection, but the goblin's wet, hot tongue was still lapping at his nipple, his hands still stroking every inch of his waist and abdomen. The overwhelming pleasure from his upper body was like fuel being constantly poured on the arrogant fire of his lust.
And so, all he could do was let his draconic root swell forward. The slit on his massive glans, already weeping slick fluid, actively pressed against the goblin's small phallus. As his root advanced, it slowly, inexorably, swallowed the tip.
"Ooooh... ngh-aah...!" Bagus had never imagined his majestic root would be entered by anything. To him, his draconic root was born for one purpose: to conquer, to attack, to brutally fuck others.
"My dear Dragon King, you said my cock wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between your teeth... so, is it enough to fill your big cock?" the goblin taunted, twisting his slender hips to make his small phallus rotate slightly as it entered the slit. "Ooh... yes... so wet and tender... even more comfortable than your hollow..."
"Shut up... you rotten piece of meat... stop it... nngh-aah...!" The initial invasion of the slit, the scraping of the ore and coarse hair against the tender flesh inside, sent a violent, novel sensation through Bagus. His muscles seized, and the sweat that had drenched him moments before evaporated only to be replaced by a fresh sheen. His chest and nipples, still under assault by the goblin's tongue, glistened and trembled violently.
This new sensation finally broke him. His mind went blank. He could no longer command his body to kill the goblin. He could only glare at the creature, his rage a useless display, his painstakingly maintained self-control continuously betrayed by his own body. The pleasure of his urethra being stuffed by the small cock made him burn even hotter, his heart hammering. The unending stimulation caused his draconic root to erect at an accelerated pace. No matter how he tried to stop it, his own phallus, as if possessed of a separate will, greedily swallowed the goblin's small cock.
"Lord Dragon King... I'm not the one moving... it's your big cock that can't help... ohh... yes... swallowing me..." The goblin pressed his withered body against the king's drenched muscles, his arms wrapped around the thick waist to hold himself steady. He relished the feeling of the slit on that massive phallus slowly enveloping his own. "Lord Dragon King... it seems I've found my perfect little hole..."
And so, in that tight press of bodies and genitals, a second, deeper joining occurred. The slit on his draconic root had completely swallowed the goblin's small phallus. The massive, dark-red head of his own cock now poked out from his hollow, glistening with secretions.
What shocked Bagus was that his engorged root suddenly stopped expanding. To an onlooker, the head of his phallus was now massively stretching his own hollow, revealing its full, rounded tip. The slit was deeply impaled by the goblin's small cock, yet it pushed no further forward.
"Nngh... what... did you do?" Bagus could feel his groin still twitching with excitement, but his penis felt stuck, its growth halted the moment it had fully impaled itself on the goblin's.
"Kekeke... Lord Dragon King... it took a great deal of effort to finally force your root out..." A triumphant smile spread across the goblin's face, as if this had all been part of his plan. "You've noticed, haven't you? My little cock could never satisfy your great hollow, even if my experiments hadn't already fucked you loose."
"But... precisely because my cock is so small and thin, I couldn't help but wonder... if it might just be the perfect size to fit inside that little slit on your draconic root?"
As he spoke, the goblin resumed his thrusting. Without any need for magic, the thin cock and the slit fit together as perfectly as a mortise and tenon. As the small phallus slowly withdrew, the faint friction of the magic ore against the tender urethra amplified the already sensitive nerves, sending a wave of soul-shattering, numbing pleasure through both of them.
"Nngh... ooooh... stop... you piece of filth... stop... oooh-AAAAAH...!" The thick draconic cock, which should have shot out from his hollow to send the goblin flying, was now turtle-like, cowering at the entrance, pathetically accepting the thrusts of that withered branch. His magnificent root had become nothing more than a second hollow, not only unable to threaten its opponent but making him even more susceptible to the pleasure of being fucked.
"Fuck... it feels so fucking good... Dragon King... you're getting this much pleasure... and you're still playing tough?" The goblin's foul, dark-purple tongue lolled from his lips as he repeatedly pulled his small cock all the way out, only to slowly slide it back in. Perhaps being inside the draconic root brought him closer to the source of Bagus's magic, because the resonance between them grew even stronger, sending fine tremors through both their bodies and leaving them numb with pleasure.
"Ngh... I'm... not... nngh-aah... haa-AAAAAH...!" Bagus's muscles violently expanded and contracted, sweat flying from his body in sheets. Plumes of dark violet magic erupted from him only to immediately dissipate. His body was in complete disarray, twitching and thrusting uncontrollably, wasting the very energy he had just regained.
"You won't admit you like it? Then I'll just... fuck you until you do..." The goblin's frail, rickety-looking hips moved with a surprising elasticity, picking up speed.
Both penises, now slick with pre-ejaculate from the overwhelming stimulation, slid easily in and out of the violated urethra. The pleasure became smoother, more comfortable. Bagus's chest and abs, with their light layer of fat over hard muscle, trembled violently. His tail thrashed against the monster's corpse, and his wings flared wide only to wilt in the next second.
Rand watched it all in stunned silence. He had never seen his king so helpless, so utterly debased. This was different from the fight with the monsters. The creature they had always considered no more than an ant was now mercilessly fucking the legendary draconic weapon that struck fear into the hearts of all, while the king himself, powerless to resist, was forced to drown in a sea of lust, his moans bordering on insanity.
He remained on the ground, helpless, but his trembling hand was now stroking his own massive cock. The series of physical and mental tortures he had endured, culminating in the sight of his beloved king being so thoroughly fucked, had awakened his darkest desire: to see the god-like being he worshiped utterly defiled, fallen, lost in sex with a hideous creature.
"My dear Dragon King... to be able to join with your draconic root is my greatest honor..." the goblin panted, still fucking him relentlessly, crazily licking and sucking at the sweat-drenched muscles of Bagus's chest. "But... what I want is more than just this..."
"Ngh... what are you... say... ngh-HAAAAH—!" Before Bagus could react, a wave of energy forced his own hollow to contract, powerfully squeezing his own draconic root from the outside. He knew this energy wasn't his own; it was the residual magic ore power clinging to the walls of his hollow, now resonating with the goblin's cock embedded deep within his urethra.
It was only then that he realized with dawning horror that at some point, in some unknown way, the goblin had seized control of his body. He could no longer control his erection or the clenching of his hollow, yet he was forced to feel every last drop of the resulting pleasure. The sensation of his urethra being fucked was already unbearable; now, with the added pressure of his own hollow crushing down on his shaft, the floodgates he had been desperately holding shut finally broke. The hot, thick seed that had accumulated in his draconic sacs was forced, in an instant, toward the now-breached exit.
"Ngh... like this... I'll... I'll CUM—AAAAAAH...!" Bagus's powerful upper body arched violently. The signal for climax shot through him, sending his body into a series of savage tremors as a ragged, crazed roar ripped from his throat.
And yet, nothing came. The orgasm, at its very peak, came to an abrupt, jarring halt.
Some of his semen had indeed been released, but it was blocked mid-urethra by the goblin's deeply inserted phallus. Unable to escape, it was forced back, piling up in his full sacs. An agonizing ache of unreleased pressure bloomed in his lower abdomen, leaving him gasping in pain. The violent trembling of his chest slowly subsided. He lowered his head, his eyes filled with despair as he stared at the swollen, reddish-purple head of his own cock, which was now throbbing as if it would explode. He let out a hysterical roar at the small penis that had denied him his release. "PULL OUT! YOU PIECE OF FILTH—!"
"Now, how could I do that? Lord Dragon King... I did say, what I want is more than just this..."
With that, the goblin resumed his thrusting. The moment his small cock began to move again, the furious energy that had gathered around Bagus shattered, and he was dragged forcibly back into the vortex of pleasure.
And to make matters worse, though he had not successfully orgasmed, the nerves in his draconic root were now as sensitive as they would be post-climax. As a result, the stimulation from the small cock grinding against his urethra and glans was now infinitely more intense than before.
"Nngh-ooh... aah... haa-AAAAH—! D-don't... don't fuck me anymore... haa-AAAAH—!" A shameless string of saliva dripped from Bagus's open draconic mouth. The pleasure, which had not yet fully subsided, now surged back twofold, as if a bomb had gone off in his head, blasting his thoughts into white nothingness.
"Kekeke... Dragon King... say you like it... say it... and I'll end this..." The goblin's own breathing had grown ragged. It seemed that fucking the tender draconic urethra was pushing him to the brink of release as well.
"Shut up... I... ngh... w-won't... AAAAAH!" Bagus's powerfully arched body had lost its strength, collapsing back onto the monster's belly. But his muscles, like mountain ranges, still rose and fell violently, glistening with sweat, twitching with the goblin's every thrust.
"N-not going to say it...? Then I'll just keep fucking..." The goblin once again took control of the muscles of Bagus's hollow, making them squeeze down on the draconic root in time with his own increasingly powerful thrusts.
"Ngh... gonna cum... again... ngh... haah, haa-AAAAAAH—! I'M CUMMING...!"
Bagus's thick waist bucked so violently it almost sent the goblin flying, but the creature clung to his waist, his thin legs wrapping like snakes around the king's powerful thighs. Another blocked, denied orgasm. Bagus's eyes rolled back in his head, veins popping on his muscles as they swelled to their breaking point. His hips arched so high they easily lifted the goblin's body off the ground, but he still couldn't escape the penetration.
"Not yet... not yet... my Dragon King..."
This time, the goblin didn't even give Bagus a moment to breathe. Clinging to the king's thick waist mid-air, he used the powerful body as a brace and began fucking the draconic root a third time, slamming into him with unrestrained force. From the slit where the two cocks were joined, a copious amount of slick fluid sprayed out with every withdrawal.
"Come... Dragon King... say it. Say you like it..."
"Ngh... ooooh... ngh... AAAAAH—! I won't... nngh-aah!"
Bagus's hips never came back down. It was as if his orgasm was now forcibly suspended at its peak, forever denied release. Sweat poured from his chest, his abs, his thick thighs. The limits of what his body could endure were far beyond anything he had ever known. He could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure.
"...Say it, and you'll be free..."
The goblin's words echoed in his ears, each repetition another blow against the crumbling walls of his reason. He felt he was losing control of his own mind, unable to issue a single command. The unending, electric jolts of sensation were stripping him of his pride, his restraint, his very self. In the next instant, his body was reduced to nothing but the feeling of being fucked and the overwhelming desire to ejaculate.
His mind could no longer process his identity, his race, what he even was. The hierarchies that had defined his world blurred into nothingness; he had forgotten how ugly, how inferior, this creature was. Regressing to pure, instinctual desire, all he wanted was to escape this endless cycle of torment.
"Say it... say you like it..."
If I just say it... will it end?
"I... like it... I really like it..." A hoarse, weak whisper escaped his wide draconic mouth.
"Hah... Lord Dragon King... again..." Hearing Bagus's final surrender, the goblin's thrusts became more frantic. His own breathing grew heavier, his body shuddering with greater intensity, his small cock even swelling slightly with satisfaction.
Bagus swelled his magnificent chest, took a deep breath, and then, unleashing all his hidden, unspoken desire, he roared, "I... REALLY LIKE IT... SO GOOD! YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD...! LET ME CUM... LET ME CUM—!"
"Good... Dragon King... I'll cum first... After I'm done, then you can cum—!" The goblin's eyes went wide. A sharp, triumphant laugh mixed with Bagus's masculine roar. With a final thrust, his withered body convulsed violently, a pathological and hideous display of his supreme climax. He drove his penis to its deepest point, and the foul seed of a lesser species gushed deep into the Dragon King's root.
Bagus's own seminal gate, worn down by the long torment, could no longer hold. The goblin's semen flooded his seminal vesicles. There, in the very core of his being, the energy source that contained the Dragon King's essence was flushed, defiled by the goblin's filthy seed.
"Ngh... ah-AAAAH... AAAAAH..." Bagus felt the power inside him pushed to its absolute limit. A searing energy churned in his abdomen, as if some foreign substance had been injected into him, but he was completely unaware that his noble, pure draconic essence was being tainted by the goblin's seed.
His vision was a blur. The only thing that was clear was the final, explosive release of that long-suppressed power. With a fiery roar, his draconic root shot forward. The swollen, thick shaft was covered in fine veins, the blood visibly churning within. It twitched again and again, the slit at its tip pulsing in the open air, a torrential tide about to erupt from the proud, erect root.
"Ngh... cumming... fucking... this is fucking amazing AAAAAAAAAAH—!"
Thick, white ropes of semen shot straight toward the cavern ceiling with enough force to shatter stone. It gushed in unending torrents, showing no signs of weakening. The white fluid rained down from above, splattering indiscriminately over the rocks, the monsters' corpses, and the bodies of everyone present.
And at the side, Rand, who had been masturbating, also erupted at the same moment, his own seed meeting the king's in mid-air.
Bagus's body went limp. He collapsed pathetically onto the monster's corpse, his eyes weakly watching the equally sweat-drenched goblin crawl onto his thick draconic root and greedily suckle the residual semen that was still leaking from the slit.
"Lord Dragon King... thank you for helping me complete my final experiment..."
Bagus could no longer summon any emotional reaction to the goblin's words or actions. In fact, in his heart, he now felt a strange, inexplicable affection for the creature before him.
"You are mine forever, Lord Dragon King."