A duo was locked in a pitch battle. Both had been fighting for some time, hot sweat glistened from both nude forms as the setting sun cascaded light down on them and cast harsh shadows. A sparse scattering of trees dotted their impromptu battlefield, the last remnants of a forest before the harsh unforgiving deserts of Djanem. Already mighty kingdom already had its influence shown, windswept statues of their rulers majesty stood proud.
Cyrus bore his teeth in a smile, a row of sharp deadly fangs exposed, their white contrasting the jet black of his scales. His bulky body was sprinkled with sweat and he breathed heavily, the long battle taking its toll even on his dragonic endurance . He was completely naked, as per the one condition of this fight. While most of his body was a dark black most of his chest, belly, and crotch was of a yellow hue, the shine of his perspiration almost making him look golden. His bulky muscles flexed with each of his movements. His long tail dragged across the dirt ground, leaving indents of his movement. He swung his newly acquired stone spear out, unused to a weapon that did not weigh more than an adult human. between his legs swung his manhood, which might as well have been a tail all on its own. It was flaccid but still hung down to his knees, dragonic ridges on his penis not engorged yet. Behind this prime example of masculinity dangled his fat dragon testicles, hanging loose in his scaly scrotum. Sweat dripped off them as they stepped forward, putting force into his offensive swings. The twin orbs gave a soft meaty clap as they collided with his inner thighs, not that this troubled the male.
The target of his offense was a beautiful greenskin woman, who deftly sidestepped the dragon's savage swings. Morn took less joy in the battle than her opponent, seeing fighting as something deadly serious, a display of one's strength and dominance. Across the leaf green of her flesh were drawn jagged lines of white body paint, a denotation of her familiar status in her home tribe. Her long black hair was tied into a braid that bobbed behind her, almost reaching down to her shapley backside. Her appearance was softer, more human-like, than that which was typical of her race, but she still had prominent tusks and a muscular hard body from a life of fighting. Like her opponent she was completely nude, but hailing from a sweltering hot jungle nudity was no stranger to her.
After dodging one more strike, the orc woman saw her foe had overcommitted to the failed attack, leaving him slightly off balance. She stepped in, jabbing the blunted stone head of her weapon forward. The two were not fighting to kill, merely to see if each was worthy of traveling with one another. Truth be told, Morn wished to say she defeated a dragon. And Cyrus was just always eager to engage in vigorous activities with anyone as alluring as the orc. Despite having a full head of height and many pounds over the woman Cyrus moved with a speed that seemed unlikely for one of his size. The dragon humanoid deftly dodged or parried each of the woman's thrusts, keeping himself safe from any attacks that would be lethal if the weapons were sharpened. Even while putting all his effort on defense the dragon was amazed by the skill of the greenskin, her body spoke that she was practically born with a weapon in her hand. Had this been a serious fight Cyrus may fear for his life.
Morn growled with each failed attack, but she pressed her offensive and didn't let the dragon regain his composure. She aimed her next piercing attack high, only for it to sail past the horns of the male. Before she could retract her spear for another thrust Cyrus opened his maw and clamped it shut on the wood of the weapon, snapping it in half, removing the stone tip and leaving jagged splinters of wood. Morn was taken aback and her opponent took advantage, reeling back and swinging his spear like a sword. It collided harshly with the woman's bare breasts, compressing them brutally between wood and bone. She let out a howl of pain and was knocked back, taking stumbling steps to keep herself upright.Naturally she wanted to cradle her breasts to sooth the pain away, but she forced herself to keep hold of her weapon and maintain a fighting stance. She looked at the dragon, setting sun behind her casting him in her shadow. He spit out splinters of wood,and spoke. “I think we have proven we can both fight. Feel free to yield.'' Yet he didn't relent in keeping his ready stance, not dropping his guard until his offer of surrender was accepted.
Morn grit her teeth, giving up was unthinkable to her, especially after having her breasts battered. Her eyes flicked down to her broken spear, more a jagged stake now. Gripping tight she looked back to her foe, seeing his eyes had relaxed some from being in her shadow. She smirked as an idea formed in her mind. The greenskin moved slightly to the side, letting the harsh light of the sun shine on the dragon who now had to squint his eyes. Morn dashed forward, yelling a battlecry at her partly blinded foe. Cyrus couldn't accurately see his opponent and brought his spear up to try and stop any attacks from the broken weapon. He failed to see the real attack, a foot launched from powerful orcish legs that sailed upward and collided with his balls. The fist sized testicles were pushed up from the running strike and radiated with pain. Pain racked the dragon's body and strength left his legs. Before he could react more he suddenly felt himself being forced back as the orc woman tackled the male to the ground. He felt her atop him quickly and was about to thrash to regain control of the battle but was stopped dead when he felt a pressure on his throat. Eyes adjusting to the light he saw Morn straddling his stomach, jagged end of her broken weapon gently pushing on his neck. Seeing the rock hard muscles on the woman's arm he knew that, if she truly desired to, she could pierce the softer scales on his throat. She held her position, and looking the male in the eye said “Feel free to yield.”
Cyrus' mind rushed for a moment, trying to think of a way to turn things around. Seeing none he opened his hand and let his spear fall to the ground. With a smile at the women's ingenuity and skill he surrendered. He did appreciate the feeling of having the woman's bare sex laying atop his stomach, wishing that she had made her position was just a little lower. Moving to stand Morn offered a hand to help her now traveling companion up.
With the sun fully set the duo sat down and relaxed in a river, letting the gentle stream wash away the grime from their long battle.
“Put up one hell of a fight, dragon.” The greenskin said as she rubbed her forearm clean with a spare rag. Clear gently flowing water ran through both fighters as they relaxed, letting the currents was away fatigue.
“Please, call me Cyrus.” The black dragon said as he settled, cupped and splashed water against his face. “I am impressed by you using the sun to get the drop on me. And your use with the spear is superb. I appreciate you lending me one for our duel. I must say it's not often a traveling companion starts things off with a fight.”
Morn shrugged, lowering herself into the water and letting the coolness sooth the aches in her breasts. “You look big and strong, but I needed to know you could handle yourself. I'm not going to babysit anyone. It's my first time in Djanem and I would like it to be a nice visit.”
Cyrus' mind drifted at the name. He had heard many tales of the splendor of beauty of this desert kingdom. Of the great cities in the shifting sands and of the mighty pyramids used to emtomb their deceased rulers. The empire had recently concluded a long war with a rival state, ending hostilities in an uneasy peace treaty after fighting had diminished both kingdoms might. The opponents was known for being a republic defended by mighty legions. Now that Djanem was weakened they would want adventurers to help in many tasks that would have normally fallen to the state. The usual monster hunts or bandit raid. He intended to travel light, knowing that he had never visited a dry and hot climate like a desert before and only wanted the essentials. But having one who hailed from a hot jungle with him may be a boon. Thinking back to the kingdom the dragon thought of the famed beauty of the royal family, whose bloodline watched over the kingdom for centuries. With a smirk he remembered the rumors that their private parts shone like actual gold. Morn, for her part, had much more simple goals in mind. Specifically for exciting battles and getting paid to go on quests in lands she had never seen before.
Morn saw that the dragon's member was begging to swell, its barbed head rising above the waterline. “I can tell the boys are not too shook up from my kick. I've never seen a cold blood with nuts on the outside before.”
Having now noticed that his erection was visible Cyrsu decided to roll with things. “I am a reptile but I am warm blooded.” Looking to the bountiful chest of his companion. “I can tell the girls are doing all right.”
“I've had worse.” Morn said, and this was unfortunately true. “Hey, mind if I get a close look at your dragon balls?”
The now hot blooded dragon raised a brow at this. He could not detect arousal from the female, more genuine curiosity. Never to stand in the way of education Cyrus stood up, his balls barely above the running water. Morn lowered herself, studying the display of manhood in front of her. She could see that the man was a shower, his erection looking just as large and intimidating as one would imagine it to be based on its flaccid state. It was similar in shape to the orc penises she had seen back at home, in her tribe except for its yellow coloring and the barbs that ran along the underside of the shaft. Lowering her gaze to the dragon's eggs she could see that despite the chill water they still were hanging low and proud, each nut being the size of her fist. Not even Kuni, whos oni curse caused her to grow a set of man parts whos size differed based on how horny she was, at her most aroused had berries this big. She was particularly interested in the softer scales that made up the dragon's scrotum, wondering if they allotted the male a degree of protection from hits. She wouldn't mind testing this later.
“If you are truly curious.” Cyrus spoke, his breath getting hot with anticipation. “You can try it out.” Before letting the orc replay the dragon lifted his his, plopping his dripping wet nuts on her head. Morn was surprised by the sudden testicular attack, before she snorted with laughter. She escaped the grasp of the heavy ball sack and stood to her full hight, looking up to meet the dragon in the eyes. “Are you asking to give me this ‘spear’? You did break my previous one.”
“You may use this one as long as you desire.”
“Tempting, '' Morn said, letting her words hang in the air. She could see the desire clear in the dragon's demeanor. Possibly he had this in mind since first they met. But what good was a hunt too easily won? “But I'm going to have to decline. I've seen your balls, and those look like they could impregnate a male. I don't want to carry a little one into the desert.” She thought for a moment. “There is an orcish method of birth control. I'm not sure if a non-orc would be interested.”
Cyrus smirked, walking closer. “I'm well traveled, I like many things.”
“It involves repeatedly striking and abusing the testicles. With enough abuse the juice looses much of its potency. It's very effective. Either the jizz wont do its job, or the male no longer wishes to mate.”
Cyrus stopped at this, already knowing the power that could be generated from those strong green legs. If she had free reign of his private parts, who knows what damage she could do. yet he couldn't help but remember how she looked straddling him. If she made love like she made battle then this would be something to remember. He stood, undaunted.
“My, you must really be eager to use that spear. But, either way we have a long road ahead of us and I want to be well rested.”
Cyrus tried to hide his disappointment, but clearly some had shone through. Morn added with some amused sympathy in her voice. “If it makes you feel better I would appreciate some help washing my back. And yes, that does include my lower back. But I won't be happy if I feel a ‘spear’ on my back. Hands only.”
Taking the consolation prize he walked to the orc, who had turned to face away from the dragon. Grabbing the spare rag in his hand he started to wash and clean the body of the figure of wild beauty before him. He glided the wash cloth along the toned muscles of the female, his hand taking in every wripple of strength, every scar or battle wound, every detail he could.
“I'm not a fragile elf, you can scrub harder than that.” Morn spoke, enjoying how the dragon seemed almost meek in his handling of her. With a smile Cyrus obliged, dipping the rag in the water to begin cleaning again. He could see that the white paint of her body was old and had already begun to completely vanish, leaving only beautiful emerald. Working his way down, he tentatively rubbed the greenskin's upper loins. Seeing she offered no resistance he continued. Going lower and lower he used the rag to polish the shapley ass of the greenskin. It was firm but suple. Pushing his luck he gave a gentle squeeze, as she did say she wasn't fragile. He smiled, wondering if he could push things further. His mind raced with ideas and his dick twitched in anticipation. Cyrus gathered a plan in his head. “I did bring exfoliating loofa.” Morn grunted, keeping her back to the dragon. With his hard picking up pace and dick starting to twitch he leaned over to the edge of the river, ruffling his travel pack for a moment and pulled out nothing. He reached down, grabbing the base of his scrotum to have his ‘loofa’ ready to use. Leaning his hips forward he started to rub his balls on the uppermost part of the orcs buttock.
“Oh” Morn sighed out “That has quite the texture.”
Cyrus smirked to himself “So I have been told.”
Gaining confidence in his scheme he pressed his balls harder on the orc, lowering himself to glide along each ass check. He suppressed a shudder of pleasure as his sensitive testicles continued to scrub. Going even lower he now could feel where the womans butt met her legs. What gave him away was his penis. It once more grew larger without his knowing, and his spear pressed between the cheeks of the orc, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her.
“I said only hands!” She growled as she shot her heel back as hard as she could. The solid bone of her foot snapped back, splashing through the water and into the testicles of the dragon. Broken from his erotic fantasies by the jolt of pain he roared. Despite the pain his already stimulated member again and his balls clenched up, shooting virile seed out and covering the the orc's derriere. The male dropped his rag and held his aching nuts. Looking at where his semen landed he noted, with a distinct sense of male pride, that the white of his cum replaced the white of her body paint.
Morn could feel the warmth of the jizz on her behind and sighed. “You're cleaning this off of me. And you're going to get a little taste of orcish birth control in the morning.”
Cyrus, in a mix of pain and satisfaction, smiled. “Fair.”
