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Unexpected Developments - Part 2 (Commission for FireDrago)
🕑 Added 2020-07-09 21:06:05 +0000 UTCIn retrospect, it should’ve been obvious that they would never be allowed to get away with destroying a literal mountain without someone along the line having some kind of problem with it. In all fairness, it did take several weeks before anyone was brave enough to try and press charges, but seeing as neither Spyra nor Volt were in any position to claim moral superiority, nor had any inclination to fight the legal system, they both chose to just take whatever punishment was handed out just so they could be done with it.
As it stood, it took everyone on both sides an exceedingly long amount of time before reaching any conclusion, seeing as “destroying geography” wasn’t really a crime that the giantess could be prosecuted for. In the end, she agreed to simply piece the whole thing back together as her community service, in addition to wearing a limiter collar whenever she wasn’t working on rebuilding what she had destroyed; just as long as she did both of those things, then the two dragons should be fine.
Volt, meanwhile, was a different story altogether. Seeing as it was the dragoness who had done most of the damage, he dodged the “biggest” punishments, only to be given one that, in his mind, dwarfed anything that Spyra had to do: a prohibition on treasure hunting. Seeing as that was one, his livelihood, and two, literally his favourite thing in the entire world, it was easy to see how it made him fall into a bit of a rut now that he had to stay at home and more or less do nothing for several hours a day. At least he managed to shrink himself back down without the use of a trinket, though it did take several days before he could even move at all, and he was kind of afraid of letting loose again after what happened back during his last gem hunt; it was quite likely he’d go completely insane with size if anyone poked the right buttons.
So, with Spyra out trying to puzzle a mountain back together, and nothing else better to do, Volt lounged around in their living room, zapping through TV channels in the hopes of finding something entertaining. He didn’t have high hopes, especially since he hadn’t actually watched television in several years at that point, and so the hours whittled away excruciatingly slowly, while the dragon waited for a permission slip that he knew would take weeks, if not months to arrive; the local authorities weren’t likely to allow him a free pass any time soon.
A couple of weeks passed, and even the few hours he had with Spyra every night just weren’t enough to stave off the growing numbness inside of him. Stuck at home with nothing to do and no prospects for anything at all beyond more sitting, he felt like screaming, yet lacked the fortitude and energy; he was about to do something drastic, maybe steal a car to go on a joyride just for the thrill of it, when someone familiar knocked on his front door.
Eager to see if it was the mailman carrying his treasure-hunting permit, Volt rushed to his feet and practically slammed against the wooden doorframe, flattening his muzzle against the hard surface in order to check the outside. He was simultaneously disappointed and more excited than ever, as the person on the other side of the door was none other than Cynder, and goodness was she a lot… more than the last time he’d seen her.
The dragoness had always been on the fuller side, to be fair; he knew that it was a sore spot for Spyra, at least until the gems took care of it, but he couldn’t exactly stop his body from having the reaction it rightfully should. Cynder’s body was a work of art, something that only appeared once in a blue moon, and yet she somehow managed to make it even better than it was before; Volt recalled her talking about taking up polymorphic magic, but he had never expected her to take that and turn it on herself. And yet, there in front of him, was the clear result of months, or even years of study, swaying and jiggling and wobbling with each breath, hands on a set of prodigious hips and her puckered lips ready to smooch whatever part of him would make him tremble the most.
He didn’t even notice his hands opening the door, but it was hard to miss a pair of tits big enough to completely obscure his torso suddenly slamming into him, knocking all breath out of his lungs. Cynder was effusively happy, mostly from being able to show off judging by what she was saying, and refused to let go of Volt until she was sure he had “properly experienced” her body in its complete fullness. The dragon never did quite like that aspect of her personality, but found it surprisingly difficult to say anything to that effect when he was literally trapped by a pair of breasts that made it impossible to move. Hell, his own cheeks were both bright red and seemed to be on fire, with the dragoness herself constantly teasing him about how embarrassed he was; before he could mount a defense, she had already taken a step back, inviting herself into the house by hip-bumping the door close and heading to the living room.
At least a tiny bit of Volt wanted to shout back at her and demand to know whose house that was, exactly. But the sight of her full ascheeks, jiggling like gelatin with each step, made using words… not an option. He still made sounds, and entirely undignified ones at that, but much as he wanted to protest, he just didn’t have it in him. Before he knew it, Cynder had sat down on the couch… which then immediately collapsed under her weight, prompting the dragoness to giggle and offer herself up as Volt’s new seating arrangement.
Sighing, the dragon stepped into the room and surveyed the damage, rubbing his temple when Cynder’s eternal cheerfulness began getting to him. It was a constant battle between his immense desire to jump that beauty right there and then and the need to keep his house livable, a fight he wasn’t really sure he wanted to be there for; what with Spyra being busy rebuilding a mountain, he didn’t want to be the one responsible for Cynder needing to reconstruct a large portion of the town, to say nothing of whatever else might happen given how magically-infused her body was.
To his dismay, the dragoness refused to be talked down from whatever it was she was planning, and instead kept insisting that Volt sit on her lap. The dragon did so, opting for the childish approach of just pretending like nothing was happening, even after the larger female began rubbing his head and cooing into his ear. What exactly happened, for a dominant male like himself to suddenly become the living toy of a giantess and another thick piece of dragon that wanted to be one? He was supposed to be in charge, damnit!
“So, Cynder, what brings you here?” he mused, putting on the most disinterested tone he could muster, “I suppose you’ve heard about Spyra?”
“Heard about her? Honey, everyone’s seen her already,” Cynder replied, giggling and redoubling her efforts to sink Volt’s body into her cleavage, “and since she’s off being busy with a jigsaw the size of a forest, I thought I’d come give you some company~”
“And you didn’t think to do this before why, exactly?”
Volt had hoped his deliberate rudeness would at least let Cynder know that, if he wasn’t exactly unwilling, he at least recognized that he couldn’t go wild like before. Unfortunately for him, the dragoness didn’t really give a damn, and even the pseudo-could shoulder he was giving her wasn’t enough to make her back away.
“Well, I was kind of busy; I think you can imagine why, a body like this isn’t exactly easy to make or keep” - she punctuated her words by giving her tits a bit of a lift, ending up squishing both of them against Volt’s back. The dragon, for his part, had to take several deep breaths just to keep his pants from ripping themselves apart under the pressure from his growing rod - “and besides, I wasn’t going to take advantage of Spyra’s unfortunate situation right after it happened!”
“And by saying that, you admit that you are doing it…?”
“Well duh, it’s about time she shared some of that cock rather than keeping it all for herself!”
The comment was so brazen and spoken with such little care for decency that Volt actually had to take a few seconds to process what he had just heard. In a way, it felt more insulting than anything else Cynder could’ve possibly said, what with the insinuation that Spyra was getting his shaft on a regular basis and that she was the one who decided who got it or not.
Once again, it would’ve been enough to get Volt to kick the dragoness out, if not for the fact that his primal brain was yelling at him to take advantage of a very-obviously-needy female with assets unlike anything he’d seen before Spyra had her incident with the gems. As it stood, all he could bring himself to do was sit there and hope things would get better on their own.
They didn’t.
The longer he did nothing, the more opportunities Cynder had to take advantage of him, and before long, he was having to fight her just to stay away from her embrace; it got surprisingly aggressive after a point, which is why he supposed the dragoness stopped trying to glomp him into her tits and instead focused on giving him the tightest hug she could manage. She had both astounding stamina and never-ending patience, he had to give that to her. Others would’ve given up on a clearly lost cause long before it looked like she was going to, but she still never did; every time it felt like Cynder was finally going to back away, she just tried even harder to get him to pay attention to her, until eventually there was nothing left to do but press the issue.
Contrary to what Volt might’ve thought, he was never really in control, at least not physically; the moment he sat down on the dragoness’ lap was the moment he gave up on leading their relationship, since Cynder was technically big enough that she could just pick him up with very little concern. Being a few feet taller than him and possessed of assets wide enough to bust through doors, it was therefore no big deal for her to get up and drag the dragon along with her, enthusiastically declaring that they were going to “experiment” out in a field.
Volt protested, loudly wondering just what exactly Cynder had in mind, to which the dragoness replied that, after taking care of her body and turning it into the well-sculpted monument to obscenity that it was, she discovered something “new and exciting” that she was dying to try out. Much as the dragon tried to wrench it out of her, the dragoness was adamant in keeping her little secret, though she was decent enough not to leave the house until Volt agreed to go with her. It took about ten minutes of constant reassurance that it would be perfectly fine, after which the reluctant male sighed and went along with it, figuring that it’d be a better waste of his time than sitting around doing nothing in the house.
Now, one of the things he hadn’t quite thought about was the fact that Cynder was completely naked; she was capable of teleportation, hence why he didn’t think it was odd for her to just show up at his doorstep like that, and lacked any and all sense of shame, hence why… yeah. He expected her to open a portal, or perhaps just transport the both of them to their destination, not to walk down the stairs and out the front door, emerging into the town square while still entirely nude and drawing every single pair of eyes around to her exposed frame. The second-hand embarrassment was strong enough that Volt felt his cheeks burn, with the dragon hissing a desperate “What are you doing?!” that was promptly ignored when the dragoness not only strutted down the road like it was perfectly natural, but even took the time to flaunt her tits and ass around, swaying her chest from side to side and even hip-checking a few people whenever she got close enough. The response to the show was… mixed, to say the least, with most of the bystanders condemning such a display of shameless behaviour, serving as a convenient cover for the few who, though they clearly wanted to get closer, knew better than to try their luck in public. Their protestations were as weak as Volt’s, their lust apparent to anyone who bothered to look, and rather than simply accepting it and moving on, Cynder had to take advantage of it.
A few would end up on the receiving end of her ass or hips, knocked onto the ground only for the dragoness to giggle about how heavy she was. The few lucky ones got to experience the same thing as Volt, being dragged into her expansive bosom and squeezed down hard, with Cynder taking the time to rub her tits all around their body until they were nothing but putty in her hands. She dominated the crowd without even having to interact with most of it, and clearly adored every second of it, not caring about the fact that most of the people around her wanted nothing to do with yet another giantess problem looming over the horizon.
Volt, meanwhile, had effectively ceased to have any kind of input whatsoever, and if not for the fact that he knew she needed his cock later down the line, he would have honestly felt like an unnecessary third wheel. As it stood, however, Cynder’s desires were as obvious as the pleasure she took in displaying her new curves; while the dragon knew that he was going to regret it, he didn’t exactly turn around or demand to be released either.
The spectacle ended some time later, when the dragoness broke free of a couple of grabby dragons and moved to the outskirts, towards an open field that spellcasters often used to test their new spells and incantations. Whatever it was she was planning, it was either big, dangerous, or, knowing Cynder, some unholy combination of both; no one used that field unless whatever they were trying to do had a non-zero chance of flattening a large chunk of the town if it happened to go wrong.
Judging by how sweaty she was getting, “flattening” would be literal in her case.
“Alright, now that we’re here,” Volt finally said after being allowed onto the ground, “will you finally tell me what you’re even planning?”
“Why tell you when I can show you, honey~?”
Her words were terrifying and the implications moreso; the dragon was halfway to telling her to stop before the dragoness snapped her fingers, causing a small shockwave to blow out in every direction, knocking Volt flat on his ass a few feet away from her. For a moment, he dared to think that maybe that was it, maybe Cynder had just learned some basic telekinesis and wanted to show off. It’d be the end of it, they’d go home, maybe fuck, who knows?
Of course, someone like her wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble just for a little trick like that. No, the impact was never meant to do anything more than give herself some room, because the dragoness began moaning loud enough for the town to hear immediately afterwards, brightening the blush on her companion’s cheeks when her body began to bulge out in every direction, though more in… some particular places.
Volt couldn’t believe it; what had taken Spyra special gems to do, Cynder was accomplishing by sheer force of will... and probably dangerous magic; though nowhere near to the scale of the giantess working on rebuilding the wrecked mountain out in the woods, the “smaller” dragoness was nonetheless capable of making herself gigantic, easily big enough to completely smother Volt’s body with a single one of her tits… which she promptly proceeded to do, making it impossible for him to resist.
“What I want from you, my dear Volt,” she declared, making it obvious that whatever it was she was going to say, it wasn’t going to be a request, “is for you to stop holding back and give me the same shit you gave to Spyra. Because I’m tired of that bitch getting all of that cock to herself, and I want some of it~”
Once again, he wanted to say something to let Cynder know that’s not how things were, and yet again his body refused to obey him. How could it, when his shaft was being pressed from every direction by a pair of tits big enough to leave him completely buried? Before long, his pants were being shredded and his monstrous member was set free, letting Cynder know that her plan had succeeded with flying colours. She still didn’t pull herself back, probably wanting to see and feel just how big her would-be lover could get, and thus Volt just had to deal with his shaft growing increasingly larger while having none of the room needed to actually grow out properly. It was painful, and yet he couldn’t get enough of it.
So much so that, much as he hated to admit he was doing it, he immediately tapped into his hyper powers and began pouring extra mass onto his turgid cock. It was as much instinct as it was a conscious decision for him; seeing a dragoness ready and willing to jump on it after growing that large activated a whole lot of automated responses in his lizard brain, and the only thing keeping him from going completely off the rails was the knowledge that he might just be given yet another limitation on how to run his life… and seeing as how his literal livelihood was on hold, he didn’t want to imagine what the next punishment would be like.
Much as he’d like to maintain that level of lucidity, however, it just wasn’t at all possible; how could he keep a cool, level head when he was trapped in the hottest, sweatiest pocket of boobflesh this side of Spyra? Hell, even she wasn’t allowed to be that large unless she was directly working on rebuilding the mountain, making Cynder the only one who could reach those sizes, at least for the time being.
While he was busy thinking about these things, the dragoness went to work readjusting her body so she could finally reach the prize she had been looking for all that time. With Volt’s pants having already been removed from the equation, it was as easy as shifting her tits around a bit for his gargantuan rod to suddenly fwip itself into a vertical position, straight into the warm, soft embrace of the giantess’ breasts; Cynder herself had a stronger reaction than the dragon did, the noises she was making powerful and lewd enough to break down whatever form of resistance was still keeping Volt back. It felt like a disservice to her to just… hold back. There she was, bigger than their house, and instead of giving her the one thing she very much deserved, he was trying to get away, just as he had before leaving the living room. And for what? Loyalty to Spyra? Fear of retribution?
Nonsense, all of it. The fact that he had agreed to the initial punishment was in itself already an insult to the kind of power he wielded, and to his supposed dominance over those around him; why, exactly, did he submit himself to such ridiculous terms when he could simply… not? Who was going to stop him, exactly, when he commanded the loyalty and desire of two colossal beauties that could very easily be at his beck and call? The three most powerful dragons in the land, and they were supposed to follow the same rules as everyone else?
Utterly preposterous. He knew it, Cynder knew, and Volt assumed that, on some level, Spyra knew it as well. He’d have to let her know that he had made that decision later, but for now, it was time for him and the dragoness smothering his cock to have some fun together without having to worry about the repercussions. Just as he had that thought, Cynder’s chin was poked by a suddenly-swelling mountain of dragon cock, pushing her tits apart and very nearly bruising her from the impact. It was his first real burst of size, enough to let Cynder know that, if she wanted to get the same kind of size and filling that Spyra did, she was going to have to work for it.
The dragoness, meanwhile, took it as exactly the kind of challenge that it was; rather than being intimidated by a member that most others would flee from, she eagerly swallowed the first few feet of it, opening her mouth and stretching her cheeks out after forcing herself to take the full load coming out of Volt’s manhood. It was just pre, and already it was enough to start flooding the field around them, at least until Cynder decided it’d be a great idea to start guzzling it down like it was water in an oasis.
The immediate effects were obvious, with her already-pudgy belly swelling a few inches with every mouthful; not that much considering how enormous she was, but seeing as how Cynder was needily gulping down so much of it that Volt felt like he wasn’t producing enough (a first for him, really), it stacked up very quickly. Soon enough, her stomach was bloated enough that her scales were touching the ground, and for once, her hands left her tits just so she could rub down her distended midriff, squeezing it down like it would do anything.
Except it absolutely, totally did. Seeing as his cum didn’t have any kind of magical properties whatsoever, Volt could only guess that Cynder was deliberately tapping into the fluids stuffing her in order to fuel her growth; just as her belly began to flatten out, her tits covered him up even more, her ass caused the ground to shake once it slammed into it, and the less said about how impossibly flared-out and wide those hips were, the better. All of her was being fed by his pre, and the only thing Volt regretted about it was how he couldn’t see any of it.
Still smothered underneath a pair of breasts that were each now large enough to completely flatten his and Spyra’s house, the only things that made up Volt’s world were soft flesh, smooth scales, and the unending sloshing of the currents of milk all around him. He couldn’t even hear his own balls, somewhere out the distance, being far too busy smushing his entire body against a tit that really didn’t seem to care for anything other than his cock; up above, Cynder, having already taken care of her newest proportions, allowed the tip of Volt’s manhood to pop out from her mouth, showering her back in his high-pressure precum leakage, and focused entirely on licking that titanic shaft, running her tongue from top to bottom… or at least what counted as the bottom, seeing as most of it was still buried by her bosom.
Having inflated her tits to the size she felt was appropriate, just enough that she’d have to drag them along the ground were she ever to get back on her two feet (as unlikely as that scenario was), the next step was to make good use of that colossal shaft stuck between her two mounds. It was… harder than she thought it would be, in every sense of the word; not only was Volt’s cock girthier than she imagined it was, but her own breasts had grown so much that the dragoness was having trouble even moving them around, let alone lifting them for the titfuck she had envisioned. Trying to do so led to her straining her arms so much that they grew sore, and it quickly became evident that she needed a little something extra if she was to give that cock the love it deserved.
Unfortunately, the time it took for her to come to that realization was enough for Volt’s manhood to grow out of her reach. It surprised her, it really did, but the moment she turned her head up to try and drink some more of his deliciously-filling pre, she found the tip to be far higher in the sky than just a few moments before; the dragon, not knowing just how large the dragoness was, had decided to go for broke and just make himself as big as he assumed Cynder would be at that time. With Spyra’s full size in mind, he just couldn’t help himself; the dragoness currently trying to make sense of how Volt had grown so much in so little time was left scrambling, trying her best to catch some of the rain of pre falling on her by opening her mouth and tilting her head upwards. It wasn’t the best of solutions, but considering how productive the male dragon was, it was still enough for her to bloat herself back up again in just a few minutes, giving her the raw material required to fuel yet another stage of her transformation.
Truth be told, the initial growth spurt had taken most of her magical energy stores in one go; Cynder’s entire plan rested on the assumption that her tentative lover would be unable to resist her advances, succumbing to the overwhelming lust and giving her all the cum she needed to make herself even bigger, perhaps even surpassing Spyra! And while Volt hadn’t quite climaxed yet, his pre alone was more than enough for the plan to be considered a success… at least until he decided to grow himself out to the point where she couldn’t service him properly.
It was a battle she couldn’t win and a race she was destined to come in last. With her milky tits making noise on one end and the dragon’s nuts being somehow louder just underneath her, getting a message out to Volt just wasn’t possible; and seeing as the dragon could feel as Cynder grew, the initial assumption about her size never went away, and rather than slowing down or trying to match her, the dragon just packed on even more mass than before, leaving the dragoness to use whatever bit of his fluids splattered onto her to try and make herself even bigger… which just made the whole thing start over again. After a while, she realized it was wasted time, and with her body itself having been given enough mass to work with, it was time for her to give that pillar some attention.
Without anything to stand in her way, it was a simple matter of digging her hands into her soft breastflesh, releasing two rivers of milk in the process, lifting them… and then letting gravity do the rest of the work. There was no real care for Volt, whose body could very likely be flattened in the process, because Cynder knew he could use his own magic to protect himself… or so she hoped. There wasn’t a lot she could do to stop herself, what with her libido having spiked to an insane level, so blind faith would have to do; thankfully, the dragon had foreseen something like that happening, so when the first major titty collapse approached him, he sunk his body into the ground just enough for the enormous mass to miss him, leaving only his cock and balls to deal with the impact.
And what an impact it was; the only reason his nuts weren’t being deflated with each stroke was purely due to how impossibly stuffed they were, and if not for the fact that his cock was so unbelievably massive that even Cynder had trouble dealing with it, he might just have climaxed right there and then; as it stood though, there was still a whole lot of work to go before he even got close to it, enough work that the dragoness herself began to wonder if Volt was even capable of orgasm. Ten minutes, fifteen, twenty, they went by while their surroundings were painted white and her back was coated in so much pre that it began to weigh down on her, and still Volt grew, and still he refused to cross the line and release his pent-up seed. Was it her fault, was it something she was doing? Cynder’s mood dropped rapidly once that thought entered her head, but it was rapidly replaced by something else entirely: an idea.
Surely, the reason why he hadn’t blown up yet was simply because she wasn’t trying hard enough. It wasn’t a matter of quantity, but quality; Cynder had been using the same-old tricks for someone that was clearly of a much higher level of refinement than any of her previous lovers! It just wasn’t enough for him to get the biggest, best boobjob the world could offer him, she had to provide every part of herself to the growing dragon. And with her tits out of the way, and her needy slit being reserved as the final prize in the marathon, there was only one other option left.
Heaving herself off the ground took a while, but as soon as she did, Volt was given the wonderful sight of that behemoth of a dragoness turning around, removing her leaking tits from sight (or not, seeing as they were several times wider than her torso) and replacing them with a pair of asscheeks that were each about as big, if not even bigger, than her breasts were. Cynder unceremoniously plopped her whole body down, immediately sandwiching Volt’s manhood in the colossal crevice between those two hills of pudge and hand-filling fat, very nearly sending the dragon flying off the edge with that single motion.
Volt, meanwhile, was deliberately holding back, not for any of the reasons he might’ve had before, but purely due to his own, personal greed; he wouldn’t give Cynder what she wanted until she gave him what he wanted, and that was unlimited access to the one part of her designed to take that cock properly. Mercifully, the small window of time where the dragoness had to turn around was enough for Volt to notice the discrepancy between his shaft and Cynder’s size, meaning that while the giantess was still growing out from the mouthfuls of “rain” she was taking in, his own girth remained exactly the same.
Wouldn’t want to be too big for her, now would he?
What followed was much the same as before, only instead of milk-stuffed udders, it was just pure, hard flesh bearing down on him every time the dragoness bucked her hips in any direction. The thumping and slamming was enough to crack the ground around him, and Volt had to make constant adjustments just so he wouldn’t be flattened every time his earthen cocoon was threatened. To him, this was just a sign that he was doing things properly; every time those asscheeks fell, they were bigger than before, and soon enough his entire rod was being engulfed in their pudge, a sign that their two sizes had, at long last, been matched.
Cynder realized this too, as she took the opportunity to plant her two feet on the ground and lift herself from the semi-crouched position she’d been in before; with her head at the same level as Volt’s cocktip, the dragon got to see as the giantess, high up above him, plunged his shaft into her throat once again, each deafening gulp helping her blot out the sun just a little bit more. She kept going, and going, growing larger and more gigantic, until finally she was satisfied; licking her lips, Cynder’s eyes glowed brightly when she looked down, giving him a devious grin that let Volt know that, much as he liked being in control, he was no longer the one who called the shots.
Before he could do anything to stop it, she took a miniature step forward, straddling his rod and placing his tip between her legs, aimed precisely at where Volt wanted it to be. He fought against the need to grow it out himself, maybe give the dragoness a taste of her own medicine by revealing he still had far, far more stored away in him that even that sky-scraping cock would seem to indicate. But before he could do anything, Cynder allowed gravity to do its job once again, and in an instant, Volt felt the entirety of his shaft be swallowed up by a body that was...
… well, he didn’t know what it was, because whatever it may be, it blanked him out from the overload. When he came to, he was looking at… something? It was Cynder’s colour, yet he couldn’t quite make out what it was supposed to be; it took a couple of seconds before it began rising, revealing that what he had thought was just part of the dragoness had actually been his cock’s bulge stretching her insides out so much that it actually covered his entire field of vision. Looking down, he admired his size; looking up, he admired her size.
It was too much.
He didn’t so much as whimper; whatever sounds he had trapped in his throat, they wouldn’t even compare to the noises produced by the final discharge, when he allowed his barriers to break down and the lust to overtake him. Cynder got maybe a couple of moments’ warning before the city-flooding jet of cum slammed into her cervix and then further onwards, painting her insides as white as the field was by that point and very nearly causing her to momentarily faint from the shock as well. As it was, though, she had enough of herself left in there to take as much of Volt’s rod as she could, hands flying to her belly in order to feel it stretch out with the countless lakes of seed being pumped into her.
How long did it take? It was hard to tell. Minutes, maybe, hours? All either of them knew was that this was their life now, one of them clenching so hard he felt like he was being vacuumed out from the inside, while the other felt the exact opposite, being on the brink of bursting at any one given point. Cynder screamed out, demanding more, while Volt whimpered in response, too weak to do anything else but ride the wave and see where it took him. When it all ended, he had lost any ability to move, stand or… well, do anything but breathe, while Cynder’s body had effectively become majority cum by weight. Neither of them dared to move, knowing that the moment the dragoness lifted herself up from the cock bulging half of her body out, there would be no saving their town… if said town was even there at all anymore.
There were naught but the sounds of breathing, one laboured, the other panting, while the two draconic symbols of lust tried to recover their strength. There was nothing left for them to do but wait… though for what, they didn’t know.
Off in the distance, a set of footsteps was fast approaching, shaking the landscape itself as it ran towards them. How silly of either of them to assume that their little session of self-indulgence wouldn’t alert the one person with a vested interest in all of that.
Volt was not looking forward to that night’s dinner.
