The hot summer sun pierced the jungle to beat down on Cyrus. Sweat slicked his entire body as he continued his training, soaking into his fur loincloth. After felling a sizable tree, he managed to balance its crushing weight on his broad shoulders.. He would slowly bring his body lower, bending at the knees and rising back up. He did this over and over, remembering the times most of his old tribe would be with him in training. There were times when he missed them, but he was happy with the new home he had made, especially considering he knew that many of the human tribe would be having his eggs. He hesitated. Do humans lay eggs?
Unbeknown to Cyrus there was a predator watching him. His gaze fixated on the toned heaving muscles of the black dragon. He eyed up the sweat gleaming his body and it only made the hunter want to sink his teeth into him more, tasting the salty perspiration like seasoning on roasted juicy meat. The silent watcher was Kortas, a rex humanoid. He was as far from the tyrannosaurus rex as Cyrus was from the four legged dragons that roamed the sky. Kortas stood about as tall as the dragon. His eyes wandered lower as he saw the black dragon lift his tail to keep it from touching the ground. Biting his lip he saw the tone glutes flex and clench together. He even saw that the heat was affecting the scales golden balls and they gently touched the ground as he dipped down. Unable to contain himself he stepped out of the foliage.
Hearing a disturbance Cyrus spun to face the intruder. He was surprised to see a fellow reptile strolling out, but he was unlike the dragons of his tribe. The newcomer raised his hands in placation.
“Easy, no fight. Not yet.”
Still on edge Cyrus snarled. “Explain.” The dragon's heart skipped a beat when he looked lower and saw that his surprise visitor was half erect penis looking to be as long and thick as Cyrus. Eyeing him up the black dragon saw that this must be a dino anthro, much in the same way he is a dragon. The two stood of similar height and build, massive hard muscled reptiles. The newcomer was primarily red, with black stripes much like a predatory cat, as the rest of his chest took on a dark orange hue, like the sky at dawn. What caught Cyrus’ attention most was a large pattern of puncture scars all across the dino’s torso, like he had been in the jaws of One Eye himself.
The red reptile smiled. Slapping himself on the chest he exclaimed “Me Kortas, alpha of dinosaur tribe. Heard human tribe got a new alpha. Wanted to see.”
Cyrus never thought about it that way but he did get a sense of pride upon hearing him referred to as an alpha. As the red dino walked closer Cyrus could smell his sweat and musk wash over him, filling his nostrils with the acrid yet irresistible smell. This caused the black dragon's own penis to start to swell, but he did his best to ignore it.
Trying to keep his composure the black dragon dropped his heavy wooden burden to the ground with a snap of breaking wood. “Well, you see now.” Spoken with confidence while puffing out his chest.
“See yes. Want more. I fight the strongest foe to prove Kortas is strongest there is.” Poking one of his taloned fingers into the bite scar that crossed his muscled chest. “He was called king of lizards. He bit me. Almost in half.” Kortas said with a bellowing laugh like he was remembering a pleasant memory, not him almost dying. “Kortas bite back harder! Kill beast and feed tribe for a whole week.”
“Why fight me? Am not enemy. Or food.”
“Wrong.” Kortas said with a grin that revealed his deadly fangs, knowing that Cyrus is both of those things to him. “You kill One Eye. They say you strongest fighter in Human Tribe. Human small, weak, skin soft. Need their little bows and many fighters to kill any prey.”
Cyrus snarled, feeling that his own were being slighted. “They fight and kill well. Are all fierce. Do not speak of them like that.”
Stepping in closer, so close that the two reptiles were practically snout to snout. “Shut me up then. Meet me at Bone Arena. We fight before eyes of the gods and see who's strongest.”
Cyrus stepped closer as well, not wanting to show any sign of intimidation. This had the effect of both of their erections to press against each other. Still, he continued forward until they were face to face and staring each other dead in the eye. stifling a shudder the black dragon spoke “Me be there. I'll show who real alpha is.”
Kortas stood his ground, feeling the throbbing of both of their dicks, the breath exiting and entering both of their chests, and even the sensation of dragon testicles touching dino nuts. “Don't make me wait, Cyrus of the humans. Am starving for some dragon meat.” The two stood there for a moment longer, staring each other in the eye, not wanting to portray any weakness by backing down. Kortas smirked and gave a quick lick to Cyrus snout, drinking the salty sweat. He turned and walked away “Just a taste.”
Cyrus was taken aback by this, but stood to make sure the dino was truly leaving. It was also difficult to keep his eyes from the red reptile's rump as it walked away. When his foe was out of sight the dragon looked down, noticing a thin glob of pre cum upon his dick. It was on the side of the head, showing it belonged to Kortas. He wiped it with a taloned finger and brought it to his nose, sniffing at it. “Just a taste.” He thought as he licked his digit clean.
Later that night Cyrus and the Amazon Tribe journeyed to the Bone Arena, some opting to carry a musical instrument the dragon never heard of called a drum. The group grew baron and dirt stuck to his legs as the group traveled the plains. The dragon was taken aback by what he saw. Stretching as far as the eye could see was the skeletal remains of a great serpent. Its bleached white bones were taller than any tree the reptile had ever seen. The Amazons started at the tail, the head being the destination. On each set of towering bones were paintings, each of different designs. Some were jagged lines and patterns, some depicting bird humanoids, others had green humans. “What is…” Cyrus wanted to ask more, but he was lost taking in all he saw as he passed under the arching bones.
“Bone Arena.” Takka spoke, gesturing towards the body around her. Her belly was beginning to swell with the new life Cyrus had planted within her. Still, she walked with ease, and to the dragon's delight, her rear gave a small clapping sound as she walked. Each tribe has its own stories for how it came to be. We all agree it is sacred. Tribes all paint and leave their marks on the bones. We settle arguments in front of the eyes of the serpent, fighting makes it happy.”
“What about killing?” Cyrus asked hesitantly.
Olan stepped in, her scarlet hair flowing as she shook her head. “Never kill. Tribes are always forbidden to kill tribe. Makes gods angry. Skies grow dark, earth trembles.” She pounded a fist into her open palm “Just beat each other.”
The dragon breathed a sigh of relief, happy to hear the gods shared his disdain of killing. Then, with a start, he remembered something. “You said you never seen talking dino before. But you know of dino tribe.”
Defensively she spoke “Me mean ‘roar’ dino” accentuating her little roar by moving her hands into claw shapes. “Me no mean ‘blah blah blah’ dino.”
Cyrus chuckled and continued to walk through the body of the skeleton, taking in the sight of the many designs and sights of the tribes. Takka continued. “These are sacred grounds. Before this god's body everyone shared feelings. When you fight you will feel us. We will feel you.” Cyrus was unsure what she meant, but figured he would find out soon enough. As they walked the black dragon saw two slender humans, dressed in clothing made of leaf and vine. “Different human tribes?” he asked.
Soza sneered , her golden hair almost matching that of the ones they all looked at. “No. Elfs. Good for potions, nothing else. They have ugly spear ears.”
Cyrus had to squint but he saw the elves' ears did in fact come to a point, unlike the rounded ears of the humans. The reptile noted, with delight, that the two spear ears were both tall, slender, and with massive breasts. He was amazed to think how such slender looking bodies could support the weight of their top halves. He could tell by his tribe mates tone they didn't care much for the elves. Soza pointed towards the other side of the great serpent's body. Cyrus saw a pair of furred humanoids. They looked to be like lionesses, with tan fur visible where pelts of black and white stripes or orange with black spots did not cover them. They too, were a duo, with a younger female warrior gripping a spear in a relaxed stance, with an older battle scarred woman accompanying her. Their hard eyes gave clear indication that they had no intention for conversation.
“Lion Tribe.” Engi spoken now. The daughter of the shaman was begging to show signs of pregnancy like her mother. “They trade in colorful pelts. They here to see how strong our champion is.” As they neared the head of the serpent Cyrus was surprised when he felt the hand of Olan stroking at his dick.
“Get hard. When Dino Tribe see you let them see you strong.”
The male was more than happy to receive this odd idea of intimidation as the red headed human continued to work his dick into its fully erect state he couldn't help but breath in the scent of her hair. “Your fire hair smell different than other humans.”
Suddenly the woman tighten her grip painfully on Cyrus manhood. “What you say?” spoken with clear fury.
Confused as to what caused this outburst of anger he tried to speak “It good, just different.”
The fire haired woman let out a huff as she slapped Cyrus hard across the nuts, making him lurch forward in pain. “You lucky you have fight soon.”
Bewildered, Cyrus continued onward, trying to rub away the pain in his loins. Going around the skull of the great serpent he could see much of the dino tribe. There were creatures of many shapes and sizes, large bulky dinos with three horns in a triangular formation on their heads, standing a full head taller and wider than the dragon. There were smaller ones, slender long snouted predators with huge hooked talons in place of their big toes, their body being lean but obviously strong. Biggest of all was a long necked dinosaur that stood fully as tall as two lesser dinos. The dragon was amazed by the variety of the dinosaur tribe. And if Kortas was the alpha he must have either defeated or otherwise made even the larger members of his tribe submissive to him. This did speak volumes of his skill, putting Cyrus on edge. He could see the area that was intended for the battle. It was a small round dirt clearing in front of the skull of the serpent. The dragon for the first time felt truly small when he stood in front of the jaws of a beast whose single tooth was bigger than his whole body.
The dino tribe began to part to let Kortas through, many begging to light torches to better see the coming battle. Kortas walked out proud, with his arms resting on two different dinosaurs who walked by his sides. To his left was another triceratops, the T-rex having his hand obviously grabbing the triple horned dino’s rump. To his right was a smaller predatory dinosaur, looking similar to the big toed one he saw before. It lacked the large talon of its mate. Kortas reached and gently scratched the back of its head, and suddenly frills shot out round the smaller dinosaur's neck and surrounded its head in bright shifting colors.
Cyrus involuntarily took a step back, his survival instinct warning him of danger. Kortas let out a chuckle. He slapped the tri-horned one on his backside and gently pushed the frilled one aside, before making his way to the dirt clearing. “I have bested every fighter in my tribe. Some faster, some bigger, all now bow to Kortas. Every man in tribe worships me.” He spoke with an infuriating sense of superiority that set Cyrus aflame. Cyrus took his place inside the arena, the humans of his tribe forming a semi-circle behind him. The dino tribe did so as well, completely surrounding the two fighters. Cryus asked. “What of the women?” With a dismissive wave of his hand Kortas gave a “Eh.”
Kortas gave his considerable muscles a flex. “If you scared you may submit now. But I want to fight you. The prey I fight for tastes better.” He began to touch his dick, the rex member rapidly swelling, making it clear what kind of pry he thought Cyrus was.
Undaunted, the black dragon stood upright. “Me no prey. You say sorry for what you say about humans.”
With a predatory grin the tyrannosaurus took a low fighting stance. “Make me. No more words. Charge me. Fight, Fight!”
The dragon needed no more instruction and he dashed forward, aiming to tackle the red reptile. Kortas caught his foe's arms as he drew close. Rather than being forced to the ground he took charge of the black reptile. His feet dug into the earth and left a trail of disturbed dirt. The headlong charge was brought to a sudden halt. The two stood pushing on each other, with Kortas smiling at the show of his might. “Me hoped you stronger.”
Cyrus snarled. “Me hoped you talk less” as he threw his forehead downward and crunched into the red reptiles snout. momentarily taken by surprise Kortas was pushed off balance. Taking advantage the black dragon twisted his body and flung the red reptile to the ground. He rolled and remained on one knee. “Good!” Kortas said as a small stream of blood ran down his nostril. the black and yellow reptile moved in to take advantage of his foe but was blinded as Kortas tossed dirt into his face. The dragon threw a wild punch to fight off any advance the rex wanted to make, but his hand flung through the air harmlessly. Soon his eyes cleared and he looked around, to see his foe had vanished. Before he could react he felt a large muscled body behind him and a muscled arm curling around his neck. It gained pressure and Cyrus found it harder to breathe. Instinctively the black dragon pryed at the arm around his neck but could not get it loose. Thinking quickly, he threw his hips back and shot his tail as high as he could. He felt the impact of two rubbery balls being compressed by his strong tail and knew he got what he was aiming for. The grip around his neck loosened and Cyrus broke free. He turned and saw Kortas holding his busted balls, penis still hard as ever.
Cyrus charged in, smashing a couple vicious punches to Kortas body before gripping both hands together to slam down on his foes back. The rex was brought to his hands and knees by this attack. Before the dragon could do more his crotch exploded in agony as he felt teeth clamp down on his golden orbs. He howled in pain, the scales of his scrotum saving him from the sharp fangs piercing. To his surprise the black reptile could feel a tongue start to lap at his balls as well. Quickly and deftly the black dragon placed his fingers in the jaw of the rex and pried it open, before falling back and away from the red reptile. Kortas licked his lips “You as tasty as you look.”
Getting back to his feet Cyrus once more stood ready, the sharp pain in his testicles momentarily ignored. The two squared off, this time a bit more cautious. They exchanged swings, only for them to be blocked or nimbly dodged. One hit managed to connect with the dragon’s jaw and he was sent looking in the opposite direction. Behind him the black and gold reptile saw the elf woman were watching the fight from atop the snake skull, both happily jumping up and down as they cheered. Distracted he stared upward as their massive pale breasts bounced, held in only by the plants that made up their clothing. Cyrus was sure he could almost see their nipples poking through the green matter.
With a sharp pain in his crotch he was brought back to the fight. Kortas had wrapped a hand around one of Cyrus huge nuts and was squeezing. “Focus on me.” He said with a hint of annoyance. Cyrus swung his hand up and grabbed hold of one of the rex’s testicles and gripped it tight. “This enough focus?” He said through gritted teeth. The two remained like this for a moment, each having a fierce grip on the other's manhood and compressing the tortured organ with all their might. The males of each respective tribe instinctively grabbed at their own crotches, forced to imagine the agony of such a strong hand squeezing their tender bits. Some of the women of the dino tribe squirmed in sympathy pain as well, others cheered to squeeze harder.
The women of the Amazons were thankful that they got to enjoy Cyrus before this fight started, worrying that his potency would be a risk after this fight. Olan, for her part, was laughing at this, taking a sense of satisfaction seeing two men possibly ruin their sex lives in this display of bravado. The two fighting reptiles continued their one handed assaults on each other, not letting up and bearing down on each other with all the strength they have. As the pain grew they began to lurch forward, both resting their heads on each other's shoulders. Past the point of being able to speak clearly they grunted heavily into each. Eventually Kortas let go, body rebelling against him and letting go of the dragon’s sac and attempting to pry loose the fingers that threatened to rupture his orb. Cyrus smirked and gave a sharp, hard tug downward before letting go. Kortas squealed and fell to his knees, the pain creeping up from his crotch to his stomach and up his whole body. The dragon wished to capitalize on this, but found the agony in his tortured orb too much. The two men spent a moment trying to rub away their pains. Eventually they were able to continue.
The two battled on, each delivering blows to each other that would have felled a lesser creature. Neither showed signs of weakness but showing obvious fatigue. Sweat glistened both of their bodies and purple bruises began to show where damage had been dealt. Breathing deep heavy breaths they still fought on, never once did their penises get soft, despite the abuse and exhaustion. The gathered crowds grew more animated, humans cheering and pounding their drums when Cyrus landed a hit. The Dino Tribe roared in excitement when Kortas delivered a blow. Fire shone in their eyes brighter than the torches that lit the arena. They had never seen such a brutal battle before, and all knew the skeletal god whose hollow eye sockets gazed down on them was pleased.
Kortas swung a fist into Cyrus' stomach, causing him to double over as he tried to regain his breath. Not wasting an opportunity the red reptile placed one hand on his foes chest, the other roughly grabbed at his groin. With a mighty roar he lifted the dragon above his head. He took a moment to hold him in the air, cock sure of his display of might. With a step forward the rex threw Cyrus with all of his strength.
The dragon crashed to the ground and rolled in the dirt. When he finally stopped he found himself surrounded by dinosaurs. Fighting frenzy filled their eyes as they gathered around the fallen dragon. It was clear they were about to pounce. A bellow of rage stopped them in their tracks, and all eyes turned to Kortas. “Mine. Move.” Although almost fully out of energy and breathing heavy his eyes showed no loss of determination.
The fight stolen from them the crowded dinos all started to back off, making space for the combatants. Cyrus stood to his feet and was met with a shoulder charge. The broken circle of the crowd allowed the two fighters to move out of the area, until Cyrus was met with a tree slamming into his back. The wood cracked and splintered but held upright. The black dragon slammed his fists downward until the grip around him loosened enough for him to throw Kortas off. With some space the black reptile grabbed at the splintered tree behind him, and with a mighty roar broke it free from the ground. In one motion he swung it sidelong and slammed it into Kortas. The tree splintered and cracked in half, delivering splinters of broken wood flying in all directions. Stunned, the rex fell to the ground, limbs sprawled in all directions. The dragon stepped in, still carrying half of his improvised weapon. His steps were labored and his body begged him to fall over to rest, but willpower won out. Summoning the last of his power he hefted the half tree high above his head and slammed it down with an earth shattering impact on the exposed scrotum of the rex.
Kortas howled and in hard spurts he shot his seed as the cum was forced out of his compressed testicles. A bizarre mixture of pain and pleasure wrapped his body and his mind went blank, feeling the combination of hardwood slamming his manhood and one of the strongest orgasms he ever felt. Cyrus pushed at the tree, letting it fall to the ground. He looked down and saw Kortas with hot sticky semen covering his sweaty heaving chest. Despite everything he was happy to see that both orbs were still round and intact. He was less happy to see the rex begin to roll over and start to place his limbs below him. The dragon breathed in deeply before he fell down on top of the rex. This forced the red reptile to the ground, their combined weight too much for the exhausted limbs. The black dragon wrapped one arm around the dinosaur's neck and squeezed with what remaining energy he had. As he lay on the dinosaur's back Cyrus moved his body so the rex could not try to use the same trick he had used to escape the choke hold.
As he lay on his opponent's back Cyrus felt the pleasant sensation of his own still hard member rubbing against the firm rump of the dino, their mutual struggling creating a pleasant sensation. The sweat of both of their bodies formed a natural lubricant and the dragon could feel precum start to leak out. Kortas struggled but it was clear his energy left him. He felt himself grow weaker and his vision grew darker. When he was on the verge of passing out he found he was able to breathe again. Coughing and sucking in lungfuls of air he felt the dragon leave his back. Twisting his head he saw the black dragon standing triumphantly over his prone body. When he heard a victorious roar leave Cyrus mouth Kortas knew he was defeated
Cyrus raised his fists into the air and let cry a mighty roar of victory and dominance. Once his voice stopped it was replaced by the roar of the gathered spectators, cheering wildly and reveling in his victory. Even the Dino Tribe was cheering approval, the rush of the dragons victory washing over them. Taking in the sight of everyone celebrating his hard fought battle he looked all around, until his eyes fell upon Kortas. The black reptile was surprised to see that the rex had gotten to his hands and knees with his tail raised straight up into the air. Cyrus tilted his head in confusion.
Kortas turned his head back, gently swaying behind “You defeat me. You take me.” He said, no shame in his voice, but rather a faint sense of anticipation. Smiling the dragon lowered himself down to the rex’s level, getting down on his knees behind his bested foe. He slid his erect dick between the firm cheeks of the dino’s ass, rubbing up between them and feeling the underside of his tail. Kortas shuddered and lowered his shoulders to the ground, pushing his rump up higher. Cyrus fully felt in control. He felt dominant. He felt like the alpha. Once the dragon had enough teasing he pulled back and glided the head of his dick to the dinos hole. Kortas moaned in pain as the large throbbing member was placed against his intimate area but offered no signs of wanting this to stop. Cyrus pushed in harder and all at once he was inside his once foe. Burying his head in his folded arms the mighty dinosaur tried not to let too many undignified noises escape his maw.
Cyrus continued to thrust, grabbing onto the red reptile's hips to completely control the pace of his passion. Starting off slower he increased the speed and power when he saw how well Kortas was taking, clearly Cyrus was not the first. The dragon had enough of the dragon's silence so he gave the tail wagging in his face a sharp bite. It wasn't nearly hard enough to damage the tail, just enough to make the rex feel it and leave a mark on him. To the dragon's surprise Kortas let out a sharp high pitched moan of pleasure at this. Suddenly the once quiet dino was shouting and almost squealing in delight. Cyrusenjoyed this, pushing him harder to go further.
Getting a wicked idea the dragon grabbed at this loincloth and ripped it off roughly. He leaned forward and stuffed the sweat soaked and precum stained garment into the rex open mouth. The sound was muffled but the noise of pleasure was clear, he loved being used like this. The dragon then reached down and started to stroke at the dinosaur's penis, and the black reptile could tell he was close to climax judging by the twitching. Cyrus spoke loudly, not caring if the others would hear and actually reveling in the fact they would. “You cum for me. Show those balls still work. Cum for your alpha.”
With a muffled yell the dino squealed as this overstimulated member once more pumped out a load that splashed down and onto the dirt below him. Cyrus loved the feeling of control over such a strong foe. Close to finishing himself, the dragon pulled out and pushed Kortas on his back, making him lay down in his own semen. The rex Looked up at Cyrus as he was kneeled above him, the dragon’s dick in his hand. With his free hand Cyrus removed the dragon's makeshift gag and pumped his cock, bringing himself to the edge of climax. “Who's alpha?”
“Cyrus!” the dino said, lust and infatuation filling his voice, all bravado gone from him. “Cyrus is alpha!”
With that the dragons bruised balls clenched up and his dick twitched as he shot his load. Sticky pungent cum streaked and laned all over the waiting face of the dinosaur, his open mouth happily catching the male fluid. Cyrus breathed deeply, feeling satisfaction flooded him. He looked around and was happy to see both tribes taken by the lust he and Kortas shared. All around human and dino were mating with abandon, all hostilities between the two forgotten as a shared feeling of pleasure washed away any negativity. Even the busty bouncy elf was getting a breast sucked by two different tribes. Cyrus lowered himself and rubbed his rapidly re-hardening dick on Kortas’, and he shuddered in delight. Cyrus noted, with swelling pride, that his dick was slightly bigger than his once foe. Kortas looked up at Cyrus, his face still streaked with his cum eagerly. He would join the others, but for now he felt like he still wished to ‘fight’ the worthy prey in front of him.
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