Thalia and Machi: Reviving the Woods

The goddess strode through the forest. She extended a hand and gently caressed a leaf, feeling how hard and brittle it was. While the woods were nowhere near dying they were in a poor state. Thalia was goddess of nature, and she had seen this happen countless times through the centuries. She was always happy to give some of her energy to help revitalize the forest to help it bloom again.

The ritual had been performed countless ways and countless times. The exact steps did not matter, what was needed was for the goddess to expend energy at the heart of the woods. That energy would breathe new life into the woods. She had done this with her followers, with woodland creatures, or by herself. Her usual method was song and dance, and the natural sounds would have been music enough for her, but this time she was eager to have a gifted musician with her. 

Machi, a satyr, followed close in her wake. He was mostly huma in appearance, with his legs and a pair of horns being the only things to denote him as inhuman. He stood at only half the height of his companion. He held a set of pan flutes in his hand, his preferred instrument. He could play a tune for any occasion, and a dancing melody was one he had mastered, yet some nerves played at his heart. The half goat looked at the goddess before him. She was lost enjoying the beauty of nature, but he was lost in her beauty. Her hair was short, only reaching to her shoulder, but Machi felt like if he ran his fingers through them he wouldn't be able to pull them out. Not due to any spell or even for how soft and luxurious it was, but because of the wonderful woman it was attached to. His gaze lowered, admiring her back. She was not muscular, but he felt he could get lost staring at every little movement each muscle made as she walked. Once more his gaze lowered, and he could feel his heart quicken. 

He couldn't believe himself. Him and the goddess had been intimate many times, and they were far from modist in their passions, but he still felt a pang of naughty delight stealing glances at her. He watched her ass as it flexed and bounced as the woman walked. She may change form at will, but in her current state she favored a large round posterior. While any size would be good as far as the satyr was concerned, there was something about its movements that enchanted him. His cheeks went red as his mind flashed with images of grabbing hold of it and squeezing, letting his fingers dig into the soft flesh. He would spread them apart, burying his face deep between them and sticking out his tongue to-

He shook his head, trying desperately to not let such thoughts overwhelm him. It was a losing battle, as his gaze went even lower. Thalia had chosen to take on a form that gave her both male and female reproductive organs. While he could not see her vagina, she had a huge set of testicles between her legs. Each nut was easily the size of Machi’s head and they swayed as she walked. Her genitals were held in place by a frilly lace bra like undergarment. While the goddess had no problem being naked, she claimed the support offered by the clothing felt amazing.

Machi Looked down at his own manhood, and it seemed positively miniscule by comparison. He never needed support for his bits, but his bits did not weigh several pounds. 

“Are you excited?” Thalia asked idly, only half turning her head.

Machi let out a small sharp yell of alarm, fearing his peeping was caught.

Thalia giggled. “You have nothing to fear, little fawn, the ritual is simple. Play any tune your heart desires and I will handle the rest.”

Machi did not worry about that. He felt like he could hit ever sour not imaginable and the goddess would still find it enchanting. He did feel nervous about asking to perform lewd acts instead of a dance to complete the ritual. He reasoned that all that was needed was expelling energy, and that would expel a lot of energy. 

The two reached the center of the woods, a small clearing with a massive oak. Thalia placed a hand upon it, frowning knowing the plant had seen better days. 

“You may begin anytime you like, darling.”

Machi played no music, only spoke up. “I was thinking. Perhaps we could give the forest your energy in a different way.”

Thalia was confused and turned to face the satyr. His eyes were to the ground and he fidgeted with his pipes. When the goddess saw that his penis was fully erect and twitching she got his meaning loud and clear.

“Does my naughty little fawn suggest a more intimate dance?” She asked, a sly grin playing across her lips. 

Machi twisted a hoof to dig at the ground. He failed to find the courage to speak, settling for a nod of his head.

When Machi got like this the goddess simply wanted to eat him up. She wished to pounce on him. Glide her fingers across his skin and feel him. Breath deeply through her nostrils and smell him. Slide a tongue all over him and taste him. There had been times when she gave in to these base desires, but this time she chose a different path.

She lowered herself to her knees to be at his level. She brushed a hand against his cheek and guided his gaze to hers. “Since you suggested this dance, why don't you suggest how to start it. I will follow your lead.”

Thalia gulped, attempting to steal his nerves. “Your balls. I wish to play with them.”

She had seen that her prominiate manhood was drawing his attention a lot as of late, so she should have accepted this. She reached at her waste, unlatching her ball bra and letting it slide to the ground. Her testicles, no longer supported by cloth, fell down to their full extent in the scrotum. They reached almost to the ground and the flesh was gently tickled by the grass. 

“Is this what you wanted, little fawn?” Thalia asked, already knowing the answer. 

Machi’s gaze stayed locked firmly on her junk, studying its bounce with undivided attention. Thalia could not resist and she moved her tail behind the satyr, giving his rump a gentle smack. She bit her lip upon feeling how plump it was. While she could change his form she had not done so for a while. Instead Machi had taken a heavy liking to snack foods and now his behind was getting larger. Thalia loved it. 

Still, she reigned in her desires. Machi was in charge. She sat on her rump, letting her balls rest between her legs.

“As you will, naughty fawn.”

Machi slowly lowered his hands, resting them atop the twin orbs. She gingerly grasped both, feeling them underneath the scrotum. Thalia bit her lip, feeling her dick beginning to twitch. In her current form she took on the penis of a horse, with the expected length and girth associated with it. The goddess was enjoying her little massage, when she caught sight of where the satyr’s eyes were. He was eyeing up her breasts as they gently heaved with her breathing. She giggled to herself, knowing what the man wanted but was too shy to admit. She cupped one breast and brought the nipple to his mouth.

“Yours, completely.” She cooed.

Machi hesitated for only a moment before he eagerly took the nipple into his mouth, sucking on it greedily. The goddess bit her lip as she could feel the goat man’s teeth gently biting her breasts. Instead of milk a sweet enchanted nectar flowed out. He took deep gulps, but even that was not enough and excess honey colored liquid flowed down and coated the fawn’s dick. He let out a shuddering moan, feeling the nectar having a warming and lubricating effect.

He lowered himself and placed his dick between the goddess’ testicles, letting the soft sweaty skin wrap around his dick as he slowly started to hump. He picked up speed and was forced to let the breast out of his mouth so he could shudder in pleasure and give a moan. Thalia brought her hand behind the goat man’s head, letting her fingers get lost in this curly hair. She brought him in close, not caring that his lips were still covered in her own nectar, and kissed him passionately. He continued to rub his dick on the woman’s balls, and the two embraced. He twitched, and felt himself getting close to climax.

“Darling.” The goddess whisped. “Perhaps you wish to deposit your seed elsewhere?”

Eagerly he nodded, so lost in pleasure he would have agreed to any proposal. He had had sex with the goddess enough time to know what she meant even without fully explaining it. He got on his back, his short erection bobbing slightly at the moment. The goddess had to take a moment to appreciate the view, feeling that she was the luckiest goddess in existance to have such an adorable mate. She got on top of the satyr, moving so her hips were above his face and her penis in front of his mouth. It was at full mast, nearing a full foot in length. She lowered her own head down to his penis, admiring his shape and size. She could enchant it to take on any form, the original held an undeniable appeal. The goddess spared a thought to giggle at what the mortals of this age called this position, a 69 she thought. 

Machi wasted no time and opened his mouth wide to take in her impressive penis. The poor thing struggled, but he was able to get about half down his throat before he reached his limit. He was pleased that he made it far enough that he could feel the goddess’ massive balls atop his head and cresting his blunt horns. He could even feel some remnants of the nectar left over.

Thalia took her time. She knew exactly what to do to make the little satyr climax quickly, but she wished to enjoy him longer and to prolong his enjoyment. She was easily able to take the entire length of his penis in her mouth, careful to not let too much of her tongue touch it, lest he cum too quickly.  The two continued like this, and Thalia could feel the effects of the goat man’s tight and eager mouth as well as her own nectar taking its toll on her endurance . She gave in, not holding back as she started to move her hips and and down, to control the pace she was moving. She could feel her own climax arriving. She opened her mouth more, bringing his furry balls into her mouth and wrapping them in a warm embrace. She slid her heavenly tongue all throughout his genitals, coating every sensitive area she could with her saliva. Despite his mouth being felt the goat screamed in pleasure. She could feel his balls contract as a few small shots of hot semen were shot down her throat. She kept sucking, making sure to get every drop possible out of him. 

The goddess came soon after, shooting pump after pump of hot white cum directly into the goat man’s stomach. Even with the direct deposit it was too much and a generous amount spilled out of the gaps in his mouth, spilling on the ground. With a satisfied moan Thalia pulled out, letting Machi clear his mouth. She looked down, happily seeing where her seed touched the bare earth a patch of grass and flowers were already beginning to grow. 

She lay next to her lover, who was tired but immediately wrapped his arms around her. The two simply sit down on the ground, looking at each other wordlessly and basking in the afterglow.

A flicker of light caught the satyr’s eye and he stirred. Sitting up he could see a faint shimmer.

“Forest spirits.” He said in amazement. In the heat of the moment he had completely forgotten the reason they came to the forest. Looking around he could see the woods had new found life in them. Where leaves were hard and brown they are now lively and vibrant. 

“They have been stirred back to life.” The goddess said as she got into a sitting position. “They have come to witness the ritual. And our love making. Do you mind, little fawn.”

“If they wish to see, let them see. I would show your beauty to the whole world if I were able.”

“So romantic.” Thalia said. She made arcane gestures with her hand, and a light began to form around the goat’s groin. He shuddered as the familiar feelings of transformation stirred at his genitals. His humanoid penis shifted and enlarged, changing shape to match the horse cock of Thalia, only shorter and stubbier, fitting her exact preference. The goddess regularly changed her lover’s body and he was always happy to be changed. It was never a question of his original form being lacking or inadequate, to them transformation was no different than changing sex positions. When the change was complete the satyr looked down. His new dick and balls seems disproportionate to his body, but this was one of Thalia’s favorites. He stood, with a newfound sense of male pride, and watched his new penis bob.

Thalia cast a new spell, this time targeting her midsection. “Just a little fertility magic. This forest would do good with a guardian, wouldn't you agree?”

A jolt ran through the goat at this, and his already sizable excitement grew. The two had used similar methods to help repopulate woodlands as needed, and every time the knowledge that new life would be brought into the world always excited him. Thalia got on her hands and knees, facing her generous rump at the satyr with her tail raised high. He lacked the centuries gained restraint of his mate and he got down to his own knees. He saw that her vagina was dripping wet, her clear fluid dripping down on her own balls. He positioned his dick to her and gave it a first thrust. He knew it was perfectly sized to her preference, but every time he would give a tentative first go to ensure her comfort. She gave him a hearty moan of pleasure and this was all the reason he needed to keep going. He gripped the woman's hips, letting his hands sink into the soft flesh. Her tail wagged in front of her face and he stuck out his tongue and gave the appendage a long lick. Thalia screamed, the sensation hitting her hard.

“Naughty fawn. You know my tail is sensitive.” Thalia said as she turned her head to look back.

“I want to worship every part of you like that, my goddess.”

Thalia appreciated it when he got less shy and more assertive. She lowered her torso to the grass, arching her back to better put her backside on display. A wicked smile crossed her lips as an idea struck her. She waved a finger and nature grew between her legs. A rung of flowers snaked around and encircled the base of Machi’s newly enlarged penis. He knew this spell well, these plants would help keep him erect even after cumming and would increase his sensitivity.  When the ring was completed he let out a shameless moan. He increased his pace. Sweat dripped from his brow and fell onto the goddess’ behind. He went harder and his now large testicles swung back and forth, giving off a loud almost clapping sound as they collided with Thalia’s balls. The inevitable moment came and his pace grew to a frenzy. He gripped the goddess’ hips hard and pulled her close, cumming deeply into her. He thrust more, only shallowly so as to make sure as much came out of him and as little as possible spilled out. He leaned forward, resting by laying on his goddess’ back.

After a moment he pulled out, and sloshes of sticky cum dripped from the woman’s vagina. She got up and on unsteady legs she walked to a tree stump and sat down. She waved to the satyr, gesturing to her own dick, showing she did not cum again yet.

“Be a good worshiper and get that cute ass over here.” She in a commanding tone. It was very rare that Thalia swore and hearing it felt almost taboo to the goat man’s ears. This sense of almost wrongness delighted him, and pushed him past any exhaustion. He climbed to the goddess’ lap, hoving his rump over her penis. Her current dick was no the biggest he had taken, but still it was always somewhat intimidating. He lowered his butt, the flat tip of the horse cock finding his hole easily. With a groan he pushed down. When it finally entered he gasped in pain and pleasure. Thalia let him go at his own pace, happy to let him go at his own speed at the start at least.

He kept pushing and soon was all the way at the hilt, sitting on her lap filly. His still hard dick rested between the goddess’ breasts, making him shiver in delight.

Thalia smiled. “In all the centuries of my life, your bussy is my favorate.”

The words took a moment to register for the satyr, but when it did he burst out laughing. Thalia joined him.

“My goddess, have you been on the internet again?” He said, a tear of laughter dripping from his eye. 

“Where else am I to find rat memes?”

Machi leaned forward, hugging the woman tightly. “I love you so much. Not as a goddess or nature spirit. I love you Thalia.”

“I love you, Machi.” She returned his hug. “I have been alive countless years, but I have not been alive until I met you.”

“My goddess.” The satyr whispered as he leaned in.

“My fawn.” Thalia said as she closed her eyes to kiss Machi.

The two kissed and embraced each other. Thalia thrust her hips, sliding her dick in and out of the satyr’s butt. He let out a moan while still kissing and she loved how it felt. The duo continued like this for some time, until the goat man needed to breathe more heavily from the effort it took to stay on top. He leaned back, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Thalia could see that he was lost in bliss, and she could not blame him. It is a blessed few able to keep up with the divine. She took over the pace, grabbing him under the arms and using her grip and hips to bounce the man at her own pace. She kept this up, and soon enough she was at her limit. She screamed in delight, not caring if the whole world heard her. Shot after shot filled the satyr, his abdomen extending to try and take it all in. It was too much for the mortal, and ropes shot out from his behind and spilled onto the ground.

“No one can make me feel as good as you, my fawn.” The goddess stated. She noticed that Machi was in no state to hear anything, as he simply moaned and writhed on her lap. She giggled. He would need his rest before he can continue to speak.

Months later the forest was better than it had ever been, with the great oak standing proud and extending high above any other tree. Machi play a relaxing tune on his pipes as he sat on the grass. Thalia scratched the chin of a magical deer, the forest’s new guardian. It stood larger than any other deer, and his horns emanated a brilliant light. This creature was linked to these woods and he would keep them safe.

“Our child loves your music, little fawn.” Thalia said, looking at all the beauty around her.

Machi almost lost his tune because too wide a smile crossed his lips. He could have replied, but found that his music could convey his feelings better than any words he could speak. 

Journey's of Cyrus: Mortal Kumbat

“Fight!”

Cyrus was no stranger to bizarre situations, but being sucked through a dimensional rift and forced to fight in a death match was new to him. As the booming deep voice of Shau Kahn echoed throughout the arena the dragon’s foe had already begun to lunge at him. Despite her shapely and feminine allure, her ferocity was undeniable. She was a human dressed in a bright pink outfit that left much of her flesh exposed, giving Cyrus plenty to look at. The only thing covered up was the lower half of her face,  shielded by a pink mask that matched the rest of her outfit. As he dodged slashes from the woman’s sais, he was thinking of the only information he was given when he was brought to this realm. Powerful magics brought the multiverse’s most deadly warriors here. As soon as he arrived the dragon was surrounded  by many armed men, who told him in no uncertain terms he was to participate in a tournament or be killed. The why and where did not matter, all he was told is his first opponent would be named Mileena.

Cyrus was without his weapon and armor, dressed only in his loincloth. As the woman stabbed at him, the dragon was forced to dodge. She still tore a shallow wound across the softer yellow scales of his chest. Reacting fast he grabbed at her wrist, flinging her across the dirt floor of the arena. She quickly rolled and brought herself to a crouching position. The crowd roared, excited at the sight of blood. The dragon spared a glance to the audience and amphitheater. All of them were humans, many of whom were out of their seats and cheering loudly. The only one who seemed uninterested was what Cyrus could only assume their ruler, seated upon his throne and looking down upon him with only the faintest of interest. While the dragon could sense an unmistakable air of evil from him, he was forced to admit this monarch had style. A skull helmet and leather straps to hold spiked shoulder pads in place was a look the black dragon knew he had to explore later. 

“Look here, dragon.” Mileena hissed. “I want to see life leave your eyes when I bite into you.”

Cryrus smirked. “No offense, but I doubt a human can pierce my scales with their teeth.”

With that Mileena grabbed at her mask, peeling it off to reveal rows of sharp teeth. Each one was curved and sharp, like the fangs of a snake. They all ran across her mouth, curving upward to form a permanent deadly smile. She almost cackled to herself, reveling in the dumbfounded expression on the dragon's face. “Everyone from dimensional rifts is shocked by my true appearance.” She said as she licked her sai clean of the dragon’s blood with a tongue that snaked from her mouth.

The dragon’s brow arched. “Say, after this fight you want to hit up a tavern?’

Now it was Mileena’s turn to be dumbfounded. “Are you not horrified by what you see?”

“Girl, I want to see much more.”

The Outworld princess hissed. “Don't try to trick me with sweet talk. Fight.” She flung her weapons at the dragon. They flew straight at him, leaving pink mist behind them as they went. Cyrus ducked as quick as he could to avoid their points from hitting him. With a puff the weapons re appeared in the woman’s hands. She charged at the dragon once more. He readied himself but before his eyes the woman vanished, leaving only pink mist.

Cyrus looked all around him, trying to see where she went. He felt a sharp pain as Mileena appeared above and behind him, delivering a diving kick to the back of his head. The dragon stumbled and turned to face her. 

“Amazing! A warrior and a wizard. You need to tell me all about yourself after this fight.” He started, rubbing the back of his head.

“Take this seriously!” Mileena yelled, with a faint blush forming on her cheeks.

Cyrus took her advice. He had seen plenty of warriors who hate when you sully a duel with flirting. Their battle raged on, the female showcasing many more amazing feats, even rolling herself at the dragon. When the woman once more disappeared in a puff of smoke Cyrus was ready. He twisted and moved to where he knew she would appear, grabbing her ankle. He brought her down in a hard swing and slammed her down onto the ground full force. She stumbled and managed to bring herself to her feet. She was dazed, totally out of it while she struggled to stay on her feet.

“Finish her!” Shau Kahn commanded, his voice cutting through even the roar of the crowd. 

“She is beaten, this is where the fight ends.” Cyrus said definitely. 

The Kahn shot to his feet. “You will finish her, or you both will be killed!”

The dragon knew this type, there would be no reasoning or negotiation. Thankfully he had been in similar situations, and knew of a loophole in death fight rules. He walked to the Outworld princess and grabbed her shoulder, giving it a squeeze to help wake her up from her stunned state. Leaning in he whispered. “I do not wish to kill you, but there is a way out. Finishing someone can take a sexual meaning. If we have sex now it will technically satisfy the rules. I've done this before.”

Mileena was surprised, both by the proposal and the fact someone wanted her in that way. “No one has proposed such a thing after seeing my face. Are you sure?”

In the way of an answer she felt something hot and hard poking her leg. Looking down the woman could see the dragon’s manhood already growing erect. It pushed his loincloth aside, letting the half Tarkatan see it completely. She was in awe, not even a Centraurian was as hung as him. She smirked, as best as she was able with the mouth that she has. Mileena placed one hand on the dragon’s chest, feeling his pectoral muscles flex as he breathed in and out. Her hand slowly slid down, running across his shaft and along until she got to his head.

“Even feeling it, it's almost unreal. Are they all this big?” She said, more to herself than to Cyrus. Still, the dragon chose to respond.

“I am on the larger side.”

Mileena stood quietly, awkwardly touching at the dragon’s groin. She turned her face away. “I'm not sure what to do.”

“Your first time?” He asked, arching his brow. The outworld princess gave no response, which was answer enough for him. A smile split his maw. This was not the first time he would help ease a virgin into such things and he knew he would need to be gentle with her. Cyrus brought his hand to the back of her head, letting his fingers caress her straight black hair. 

“We can do whatever you want.”

Mileena thought for a moment, and looked up to meet the dragon’s gaze. He couldn't help but love the deep blush she had. “There is one thing. It's popular among the Saurians.”

Cyrus had no clue what that was, but she seemed eager to try something. The half Tarkatan began to lower herself to her knees, bringing a twitch of excitement and sting of fear to the dragon, considering her fangy maw. A long slimy tongue slid out, seeminging far too large to have fit inside her mouth. It crept out and moved like a snake coiling around the dragon’s penis. The sensation hit Cyrus at once, forcing his hips to buckle at the sharp pleasure. He let out a lusty moan and this pushed the woman further. She redoubled her efforts bringing out all of her tongue to wrap around as much of his penis as possible. He could feel every bump and movement of her impossibly long tongue and it drove the male almost wild as she made it to the base of his dick. Looking down he could see she had to bring her mouth around his manhood, the long fangs dangerously close to his flesh. This did send a new shiver of pleasure to him, the danger being tantalizing. 

“What is this?” The Khan asked, fury in his voice.

Cyrus shrugged, giving a smug grin. “I'm finishing her my own way.”

Shau Khan looked to his side, where a hooded figure cringed at his gaze. It shook its head, mumbling about the Friendship finisher that had been allowed for some time. The Khan crossed his arms and slumped back in his throne, forced to pout.

“Hee muh da” Mileena spoke, her tongue being preoccupied so her ability to speak was impeded. She retraced her tongue and moved her head back to look up. “I said, he's my dad. He’s kinda a dick.”

This was unbelievably hot to the dragon, but he chose to keep this fact to himself, not wanting to scare off the girl. He stole a glance at the Khan, who didn't seem to mind seeing his daughter giving head, just disappointed in the lack of violence. Cyrus was brought back to himself as he felt a pinch at his balls. Looking down he could see that Mileena had lowered herself more and took his testicles into her maw, giving them a gentle bite between her sharp fangs. Even with her mouth full she let out a giggle seeing his surprised reaction. Despite this the dragon found himself even more turned on.

She got up to her feet. “You want to go all the way?” She asked, trepidation clear in her tone. 

“I'll be gentle, don't worry.”

“Not too gentle.” Mileena cut in, trying to keep some pride. 

The dragon hooked one finger inside the front of her unitard’s crotch. In a swift motion he ripped it off, revealing her bare vagina to the elements. “Not too gentle it is.” The dragon stated with a sly grin. It took some restraint to not go feral on the woman, but he was a kind lover. Cyrus had to push his penis downward so it would slide between her legs. To his delight he could feel she was very wet, her natural lubricant helping his member slide between her legs as he started to move himself forward and backwards. He was relieved to feel that his fear of any fangs inside of her pussy were unfounded. Mileena let out a gasp, the grinding motion on her womanhood. She brought her body closer to the dragon, her breasts pressed against his chest. The dragon kept humping, feeling more of her nectar dripping down and onto his penis.

“How long do you plan to tease me?” Mileena asked, her breath already growing shallow as she got more excited. 

“Not much longer?” Cyrus asked as he wrapped his arms around Mileena, lifting her effortlessly. He poked the head of his penis against her vagina, pressing the lips apart. Cyrus pushed, slowly to test the limits of the woman. She looked uncomfortable at first, but she was able to accept his size. He got halfway inside her before he could sense she was at the limit. This would be enough for the dragon, and he combined bucking his hips while bringing her up and down. Mileena moaned in delight. She locked her legs around his waist, squeezing tight. She wrapped her arms around his back, digging her nails into the hard scales. Had he been any other species it would have drawn blood. This was done out of a powerful reflex on her part, without conscious control. Much as one would bite into a pillow when their brain couldn't take the sensations it was receiving. 

Cyrus nudged her face with his snout to get her attention. Without warning he planted a kiss on her nose. He did so again, this time aiming at her teeth, thinking this was the best option due to her lack of lips. She reciprocated, bringing her tounge out to mingle with him. The two invaded each other's mouths for a moment, drooling and tasting each other.

Mileena pulled back. “Wait, I'm sorry. Are you grossed out that I just licked your dick?”

Cyrus did now waste time with words, bringing his mouth to hers with renewed vigor. She allowed this, resuming the makeshift makeout. Cyrus intensified his pace, his energy getting frantic as he was nearing his limit. Mileena let out high pitched wimpers, the pleasure overwhelming her as well. Cyrus groaned as his body flexed and he thrust once more. His testicles contracted as he shot his load deep into the woman. She was quickly filled up to the brim and the excess cum gushed out, dripping down to run along his shaft and onto the dirt. Mileena threw her head back, letting out a shameless scream of delight. It took a moment for her head to stop swimming and come back to reality. When she did, she tasted a trickle of blood on one of her lower teeth. With horror she looked at Cyrus, seeing she had caused a small cut on his tongue.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!”

The dragon chuckled, bringing one arm up behind her head to push it against his chest. “Don't worry about it. You can make it up to me later.”

Mileena waited in that moment, ignoring the whole world around her as she was embraced by Cyrus. For the first time in a long time she felt truly protected.

Cyrus whispered. “If you really want you could bite me more.”

And at that Mileena felt she was ready for another round.

Cyrus had precious little time for rest, as the next day brought the next fight. The dragon adjusted his loincloth, thinking back to how many male fighters in these settings favored loincloths. He felt the dirt compress below his feet as he walked to the center of the arena and was greeted by the roar of the crowd. With a wide smile he gave the people a few flexes of his draconic muscles.

“Enjoy the spotlight while you can, for your life ends soon!” A raspy voice hissed from across the battlegrounds. 

The dragon’s gaze fell upon a fellow reptile. He walked in an almost animalistic gait, leaning forwards with each step light. The newcomer wore simple armor, a series of tied bones crossing his chest and running down to form a flap over his crotch. A green leather patch covered his mouth and snout. Rough greens scales covered every inch of his body. Piercing green eyes with slit pupils gazed into the dragon with killer intent.

“Is everyone in this realm a hottie?” Cyrus asked, giving his opponent a wink. “What's your name, baby?”

“What-” The green lizard stammered, taken aback by this flirtation. “I am called Reptile, because I am cold blooded.”

“I can make enough heat for the both of us, don't you worry.”

Reptile stammered, his face turning a darker shade of green. “You won't trick me like you did Mileena. You used sexy words and acts to cloud her mind before you finished her!”

“I finished in her. She’s here, look.” The dragon stated as he pointed to the crowd. Mileena, still clad in her bright pink, hopped up and down while screaming cheers.

Reptile hissed. “The dimensions have been acting up, I've seen like five Mileenas. One had human lips, one had jaw mandibles. That Mileena could be a fake.” 

Cyrus was getting a rebuttal ready, but the impatient voice of Shao Khan rang out. “Fight.”

The Saurian wasted no time, clasping both hands together. He spread them apart, forming a glowing ball of energy between them. Once it reached an enormous size it shot towards the dragon. He attempted to dodge but was struck with the orb. It popped like a bubble and much to the dragon’s conscious he was lifted off his feet and upwards into the air. After reaching the apex of his launch Cyrus began to fall, only to get met by Reptile in the air. The green lizard kicked with all his might, pushing the dragon back. As he rolled across the dirt he could only think of all the amazing magic this realm had. 

The two continued to do battle for some time. While Reptile was shorter and less bulky he more than made up for his lesser power with skill and speed. Cyrus was struggling to hold his own, but was feeling confident. As though in response, Reptile suddenly vanished from the dragon’s sight. There was no puff of pink smoke like with Mileena. By instinct he turned to guard his back, expecting to see his foe descend on him like the Outworld princess did. Instead he heard hurried footsteps, followed by the sound of a scaly fist colliding with scaly skin. The dragon felt the blow strike him and turned to face where it came from. All he saw was empty air. Once more he felt the impact of a punch, and another. The dragon threw up his arms to try to block any more hits, but the attacks simply moved to unprotected areas. Cyrus growled, reasoning that Reptile must have turned himself invisible. 

Without knowing exactly where his foe was throwing punches would be pointless. So Cyrus decided to go wide. He spread his arms open and took a few steps forward. He felt something hit his chest, reasoning that he had bumped into the invisible reptile. Like the jaws of a bear trap the dragon’s arms clamped shut, embracing Reptile in a crushing hug. He squeezed tight, making his foe return to being visible. 

“Missed seeing that cute face.” Cyrus said, not letting go.

Reptile sneered. “You caught me, but I am far from defenseless.” A low gurgle emanated from his throat and suddenly a stream of bright green acid spewed from his mouth, coating the dragon. Cyrus was surprised, tossing the green lizard away.

Cyrus’ heart quickened, briefly worried that he may start melting, but was relieved to see that only his loincloth sloshed away. He was assured that his tough hide was too strong for most acids. He looked back up at Reptile, seeing that his gaze was locked firmly at his now bare crotch.

“Are all dragons in your realm so gifted?” He stammered out.

Cyrus smiled. “Some yes, some no. Do you like what you see?” He asked, hand slowly gliding towards his own dick. 

Reptile shook his head. “I’m not interested in males. Only mated with females.” Despite his best efforts his eyes darted back to Cyrus’ impressive dragonhood as he gave it a tug, shooting a twitch of energy into the member.

“Your mouth says that, but I see someone who disagrees with you.” The dragon said, gesturing with his free hand towards Reptile’s groin. His own penis was fully erect now, pushing up the loincloth.  “Why not give it a try? First time for everything.”

Reptile thought for a moment, flustered. He collected himself. “Why not indeed.”

With that he vanished from sight again, once more turning invisible. Cyrus readied himself for another surprise attack, but nothing came. He strained his senses to try and find any sign of movement that would give away Reptile’s location, but nothing came. He then heard movement besides him, turning to face it. Confusion flashed across the dragon’s face as he saw that discarded loincloths and pants were on the ground. Too late did Cyrus realize that Reptile had removed his clothing and tossed it to turn his attention away. “Clever boy.”

Rapid footsteps approached Cyrus from behind, but it was too late for him to act. He felt arms coil under his armpits, forcing them ward. The dragon attempted to struggle but was quickly stopped by a sharp pain in his rear. While he was far more used to giving he was no stranger to receiving. He felt Reptile thrust his rock hard dick between the dragon’s cheeks and into his tailhole. The dragon gasped in surprise and in some pain.

Reptile allowed himself to be seen again, keeping Cyrus in a full nelson hold as he started to thrust into the dragon again and again.

“You could have just asked.” The dragon said, pushing his rump back as he enjoyed the sensation. 

“The Mortal Kombat rules are nebulous. To finish someone you may either finish inside them or force them to finish. I no longer wish to end you, but I will still win this tournament.” Reptile said between humps.

“This tournament isn't all bad. A little confusing.”

“The rules are ill defined. One guy brought a gun to the tournament.”

“What's a gun?” The medieval dragon asked.

“Enough talk, cum for me!” Reptile shot his tongue from his mouth. It was even longer and thicker than Mileena’s. It easily slid down the dragon’s chest and to his crotch. It lapped at his penis. The dragon let out a lusty moan, the sensation of someone penetrating him while licking his shaft was a powerful sensation. Were the circumstances any different he would have been more than happy to let things play out as is, but the dragon was much too excited to see what else this realm had to offer. He could feel Reptile starting to quicken his pace and his breath growing more shallow. The dragon knew the green lizard was nearing his limit.

Fighting against his own primal urges Cyrus flexed his arms and pushed them down with all his might. He then pushed his rump back hard and with a pop Reptile slid out as he stumbled. The dragon spun on his heels, turning to face his foe. He lunged before the green reptile could recover, grabbing his wrist. Reptile braced himself for an attack, sure he was to receive a powerful hit. 

Instead Cyrus moved his mouth to the green lizards, embracing him in a deep kiss. Reptile resisted at first, but any hesitation melted as his brain swam with the warm passionate embrace. Even though his body did not produce any heat, the warmth of Cyrus made him feel hot. 

Cyrus pulled away, happily seeing that Reptile was leaning in to try and kiss more. He brought one hand to the lizard’s chin, making him look him in the eye. “Turn around.”

Reptile’s head was still swimming and he complied. Cyrus wrapped his arms around his opponent again, only much more gentle this time. The green lizard moaned, the feeling of being embraced pleasant to him. He let out a worried squeak feeling the dragon’s throbbing manhood poking at his back. Cyrus leaned his maw beside Reptile’s head and whispered. “Don't worry, I will be gentle.”

The two stood still for a moment, before Reptile started to bend forward. Cyrus smiled, happy he got the go ahead. He looked down at the lizard’s ass, biting his lips seeing how toned and firm it looked. He used one hand to guide his penis to the lizard's hole, happy that Reptile’s saliva lubed it up well. He pushed, easy at first, knowing full well that his size was a lot to take in. The green lizard showed no signs of resistance, standing his ground as the dragon kept pushing.

With enough force the head of the penis went in, more of the shaft soon following. Reptile gasped and groaned, feeling a powerful mix of pleasure and pain. Cyrus picked up his pace, but never pushed his full length inside or went too wild. Someone's first time should not be too rough. The dragon reached around and rand a hand across Reptile’s chest. He felt up his pecks, feeling that he had no nipples. His hand went lower, gliding across his abs. He went lower still, and made a shocking discovery.  He felt Reptile’s penis, but it was coming out of a slit. He had internal genitals, much like that of a crocodile. This would explain his surprised reaction to seeing how Cyrus was built. He grasped Reptile’s penis and started to stroke it.

“So, you have a slit?”

Reptile suddenly felt self conscious, worry pinging his heart. “Do you not like it.”

“Not like it?” Cyrus asked, his voice almost a low growl. He used his free hand to bring the green lizard’s chest upwards so his back was now pressed against the dragon’s. Sweat now dripped on the reptile, soaking into his scales. Cyrus brought his mouth against the side of Reptile’s head, letting his hot breath flow as he spoke. “I fucking love it.”

Cyrus picked up his pace, pumping the penis in his hand faster and thrusting faster too. Reptile writhed, pleasure and sensation overtaking him. He tried to hold on, not wanting to look too lustful. Any restraint melted away when Cyrus growled out. “Now cum for me.”

With that he practically screamed as his internal testicles pumped every last drop of semen out and shot hot white ropes into the air and onto the ground. Cyrus kept stroking, wanting to milk him dry. Feeling the other man cum at his command filled Cyrus with a sense of power and he felt himself nearing climax as well. He pumped himself once more, feeling his own dick twitch and balls clench up as he started to cum. He started to shoot his load, filling up the reptile’s ass with his semen. Through unconscious movement he pulled himself out, penis still mid climax and moved it to Reptile’s slit. He pushed it so the tip would find the gap and shot the rest of his load into the male’s bussy. Reptile screamed in delight, feeling both of his holes filled with hot love. He panted heavy, feeling his legs give out from under him. He started to fall, but was caught by Cyrus, who held him in an embrace.

“Friendship. Friendship again?” The Khan spat out, not amused at all.

Cyrus entered the penultimate match of the Mortal Kombat tournament, the winner of this fight would go on to fight Shau Khan. As the dragon once more walked into the arena he looked over the crowd, happy to see Reptile and Mileena cheering him on. The two of them stuck out their long tongues, reminding him of the promise they made of using both at some time on him if he were to win the tournament. He was planning to do so anyway; this was just added motivation. He could already feel a twinge of excitement in his loins, his erection pushing against the bone loincloth he had borrowed from Reptile. Across from him the dragon was able to see his opponent, a four armed Shokan named Sheeva. She stood as tall as Cyrus, and while she did not have as much mass as him she looked no less strong or fierce. The dragon was impressed to see that she had four arms, each one looking like it had the strength to rip him limb from limb. 

“So, you're the one who finished Reptile and Mileena?” Her deep husky voice sounded over the crowd.

“They are both alive and well, I only-”

Sheeva continued, cutting off Cyrus. “I know exactly what you did, and I will have the same treatment.”

Cyrus raised his brow, surprised to be sure but welcoming it. “If that's what you want.”

“If you are able to prove yourself worthy in combat.” She continued, taking up a fighting stance.

The dragon chuckled. “You remind me of a female orc from my universe.”

Sheeva was not interested in any more conversation. When the Khan ordered the fight to start, the Shokan sprung into action. She lept impossibly high into the air, taking the dragon by surprise. He looked up, eyes straining against the sun in the sky. He saw a shape rapidly approach him and dove out of the way. As he hit the dirt he saw Sheeva land where he was standing. He wondered for a moment if she could fly, as that jump was incredible. 

The woman stomped her way to Cyrus, who quickly got back to his feet. The two exchanged blows, the dragon struggling to defend himself against an opponent who had four fists. Still he held his ground, knowing her type well. While he would have been happy to skip to the sex, he had experience with these warrior types and knew he had to defeat her or at the very least impress her to win her respect. He struck back, hitting her in the stomach and knocking her away. Sheeva regained the lost ground, her many arms extended. She grabbed his waist with her lower arms and flipped him upside down. While Cyrus was momentarily happy to have his face right in the crotch of Sheeva, noting how tight her unitard  was, this was ruined when he felt a sharp pain in his loins.

Sheeva used her upper set of arms to slam down on the dragon’s testicles, smashing them between her fist and his pelvis. She continued this for a few more hits, alternating between focusing a hit on his left and right nut. Cyrus yelled in pain as his manhood was assaulted. Sheeva tired of this and tossed him aside, letting him curl up in a ball to cradle his aching balls. 

“Impressive your manhood held up after that.”

Small comfort in the moment but both of the dragon’s balls were there, even if they were both throbbing. With a force of will he brought himself back up to his feet. The fight continued, Cyrus and Sheeva evenly matched. Both sent Krushing blows at each other, each more brutal than the last. The crowd even started to grow more silent, cheers replaced with wrapped attention. Both contestants were sweating and gulping down air.

Cyrus charged with a bellowing roar. His headlong attack was stopped by Sheeva, who took the full force of the assault. Her feet scraped trenches in the dirt until she came to a stop. She brought her four hands to Cyrus’ two hands and they began to struggle against each other. Both of their bodies strained under the force as they clashed.

Sheeva took a stop forward, forcing Cyrus to give up ground. His back bent as he strained to stay upright. He slammed his tail to the ground, pushing up as hard as he could to help give him an anchor. This helped as slowly but surely Sheeva was being forced back. He looked into the Shokan’s glowing eyes as they flaired with determination. Then they softened. 

“I've seen enough.” She declared, twisting her body and throwing Cyrus to the ground. He rolled on his back and was ready to try and get back up quickly, but was stopped dead as he saw Sheeva grab her unitard and rip it off one one swift motion. Her bare body was fully exposed, sweat glistened muscled, hairy bush, and heaving breasts.

Sheeva got down and in a similarly swift motion grabbed the dragon’s loincloth and ripped off, exposing his semi hard penis.

“Impressive.” She stated, using one set of arms to start to jerk him off and the other set to rub his balls. “But Shokan have two dicks.”

While Cyrus was surprised by the sudden turn he was happy for it. “Disappointed?” He asked, feeling his manhood swelling up. It felt as though two women were jerking him off at once. Sheeva was rough, but nowhere near unpleasant. 

“Your single one is bigger than any Shokan’s two.” She leaned down, and extended her tongue. While it was the size of a human’s it still felt amazing as it started at the base of his shaft and slowly worked up to his tip. “Bigger than the Khan’s too.” She teased.

The dragon shuddered. Like a real warrior she was using every weapon at her disposal. In this case it was the use of physical stimulation and dirty talk. It was not long before he was at full mast, the tip of his dick shining with a drop of pre cum. Sheeva was clearly impressed, as she wasted no more time and got up, moving herself to stand directly above the dragon's throbbing member. 

Cyrus was happy to see her loins were glistening with anticipation, dripping with nectar. She squatted down and much to the dragon’s surprise she was able to take him all the way to the hilt. Despite himself he let out a lusty moan, his own fingers digging gashes into the dirt. It had been a long time since anyone was able fully accept his manhood. And the woman was tight in all the right ways, gripping and feeling as smooth as silk. 

“Have I tamed the dragon already?” Sheeva asked with a smirk. 

Cyrus did his best to regain his composure. “It will take more than that to best me.” Cyrus knew he was playing a dangerous game, banking on the warrior woman wanting to shut him up and dominate him sexually. Of course, win or lose, Cyrus was happy.

Sheeva picked up her pace, her strong legs allowing her to bounce quickly on his dick. The dragon grit his teeth, the sharp rush of pleasure almost overwhelming. He looked to the crowd, hoping to see something that would help ground him so he wouldn't shoot his load too soon. To his surprise the entire audience had taken on a new air, where once they cried out for blood they cried in pleasure. Evryone was feeling up those around each other, with the more daring already engaging  in sexual acts. The dragon’s eyes zeroed in on the figure of Mileena and Reptile. While he couldn't see any of the action directly from his low position he could make out that the princess was bouncing on the lizard’s lap.

“Am I losing your attention?” Sheeva asked in mock annoyance. She got up letting the throbbing yellow dragon dick pop out of her. In a swift motion she grabbed both of his legs, forcing them up so he was curled up on his back. While Cyrus was not used to being manhandled it was a nice sensation. She held his legs up, angling his hips so his dick was facing as upward as possible. She moved herself to be above it and squatted down. With some effort she was not in total control. The Shokan used her arms to move Cryus and guide him, and with her legs she bounced up and down and controlled the tempo. The two continued like this, Cyrus writhing as the forceful pleasure overtook him. Sheeva’s lips curled into a sly grin as she knew it was time to go for the fatality. 

“I am half dragon. Fill me up and give me a big strong three quarters dragon child.” 

She could see That Cyrus was on the very edge of climax. She moved much faster now, wanting her womb to be filled completely. With a mighty roar Cryus came, shooting load after load upward into the woman. Sheeva shuddered in pleasure, bringing herself down so as much of the semen would fill her up as possible. She stood there a moment when the last spurts shot out, before letting go of the dragon and the two collapsed. They sweated and panted, with Cyrus sitting up. 

“I did finish inside you, so I won?” He asked, his brain not yet back at full capacity. 

“You may continue the tournament, I've already won.”

Cyrus looked down at her crotch, seeing it dripping out hot sticky cum. He would argue otherwise, but he knew to keep his mouth shut.

Epilogue:

Cryus bested Shao Khan in the final round of Mortal Kombat. As the Outworld Emperor exploded in a dazzling display of green light, as he often does when defeated, Cyrus was crowned the new ruler. Cyrus Khan quickly amended the rules of Mortal Kombat to make them less murdery. With that taken care of he enjoyed a rest, with his former combatants serving at his side's loyalty. Mileena and Sheeva’s bellies swelled quickly and the new Khan was eager to welcome his children to the world. Despite repeated efforts Reptile did not get pregnant. 

Even as a new age of peace washed over the realm, unease grew. The clashing of realities caused much strife, and the new Khan knew he would have much work to do to maintain his peace. Still, seeing what the realms had to offer excited him to no end