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

Low Blow Quest 12: tinkering the tailor

“First time I've ever been a tailor.” Morn stated as she leaned over to examine a bolt of fabric, pinching the material between thumb and forefinger. She had fully discarded her torn leotard, opting to shop for clothing fully in the nude. She had absolutely no shame in this as she would usually be naked in her home orc tribe. As she bent over Kuni couldn't help but ogle the toned green rump of her companion. 

If Kozor had eyes he would have given a sideways one to the oni. “Considering adding some green to your red?”

“Huh?” Kuni asked, snapping back to reality. “I was just-” She scrambled to think, her face turning a brighter red. The top half of her unitard was still intact, but the bottom had been destroyed from the previous fight. The muscular Oni girl had to knot the broken halves together at the crotch and make an awkward extra tight panty. Much to her embarrassment it rode up her slit and still revealed a tuft of her snow white pubes. “I was just trying to see what Morn was looking at, not at her.”

“Convincing. While you three were busy watching the rest of the spandex-clad oafs fighting the preliminaries I was able to squeeze some information out of the Iron Sultan. It seems that Wweef favors flamboyant outfits and outrageous personalities. So if you want to win some of that god's favor you may want to keep that in mind.”

Glysh smirked, picking up the undead wizard skull to deftly balance it on the tip of her index finger. “Never took you for the religious type.”

“If that religion has some tangible results, then I'll believe whatever I need to. Now would you please be careful with my skull, it's all that is tethering me to the mortal realm.”

Max poked his head inside the tailor shop, doing his best to not ogle the heavenly bodies of the women. “Is everything to your liking?” He had generously funded the women’s entry fee and was now using his connections to help the girls get outfits for the tournament. He tried his best to keep his eyes on the displays of his company’s armor that was on display in the shop, as the green woman had already threatened to rip off one head then the other if he kept ogling them. 

The tailor waved a hand dismissively. “I have everything handled here, you keep yourself busy out there.”  He was an short elf, with fiar hair and skin and a perpetual look of being unamused. His body was covered in a stylish and decorative tunic.

Max nodded, disappearing as he closed the door. He smiled to himself as he had already informed the tailor that no matter what the girls requested, a few modifications would be necessary to make sure they were very eye-catching. This advertisement was an investment, so he really wanted all eyes on the women shilling his product. 

Morn wrapped her curves in a jacket while looking in the mirror. “I don't get the appeal of dressing up like this. What advantage does it offer?”

Glysh deposited Kozor on a table before sliding next to her orcish friend. 

“Morn, you don't get the idea of sex appeal. If you're showing off a little skin then a foe may get so flustered they hesitate for a split second. And a split second is all you need to win.”

The orc was skeptical. “I was under the impression a rogue like you did not want to be seen at all.”

“Sometimes even the best laid plans can go wrong and you end up with a guard pointing a spear at your back.” She gave her behind a hard whack, letting the soft green flesh bounce. While her leotard was undamaged from her previous bout, nothing could ever hope to stop that level of jiggle. “And this behind of mine has been able to charm its way out of a lot of tight spots!”

Morn chuckled. “When we found you it got you stuck in a tight spot. But I can't see some wisdom  in what you are saying. I refuse to dress like a prostitute though, I still want to strike some fear into an opponent I have to face in the ring.``

Kuni came over, holding a rolled up parchment and multiple colored lead stylus. “Be a little of both then. A badass not afraid to show some ass. The shop owner was getting impatient with us, so he provided these to sketch out our ideas.”

Morn snatched up one of the blank vellums. The only time she had drawn was the body paint she would apply on her or a fellow orc’s body. Nevertheless, she furiously scribbled away.

Glysh already knew what she had in mind. She would more or less replace her old outfit, figuring the navy blue rough get up would be striking enough among the garish clowns she’d have to fight. The goblin could easily just describe what she wanted. She made her way to the skull, rotating him so she was looking into his glowing sockets. “So, bone boy, do you happen to have any spells that wouldn't be seen by anyone.”

If the skull had the ability to arch his brow he would have. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, like an enfeeblement spell that makes someone weak, but without any showy lights. Or an invisible mage hand?”

“I have a few unseen spells, yes. I can cast a field of darkness to hide in. I studied strengthen, which gives a powerful physical boost to those I cast it on. I dabbled in divination, but never got the hang of it. Why do you ask?”

Glysh waved a hand. “No reason, just thinking ahead if we needed a little boost to win a fight.”

Kozor clattered his teeth. “Well sorry, but with the anti magic device in effect I won't be able to do anything helpful.”

The goblin nodded at this, thinking she shouldn't reveal she had ulterior plans until she knew it was needed.

“Done!” Morn stated happily. She held up her drawing with pride. It very crudely depicted a female orc adorned in spikes and standing next to a man. “I'm thinking of something with lots of blades and spikes!”

“Well, I don't think-” Kozor was silenced as the orc happily kept going, flipping the page over to show she had drawn on the back. It depicted the same spikey outfit, but with large green breasts ballooning on the chest. The opponent was now depicted with a huge erect penis swelling from his pelvis. “So I flash my tits like Glysh said and the guy will be all stunned! And then…”

She pulled out a new sheet, where she had used most of the red lead stylus to depict what would happen to the opponents she would face. 

“I like the enthusiasm.” Kozor stated, a bit taken aback. “But these are not death fights, and you can't bring carried weapons.”

Morn protested “I was just going to maim em! And it's not a carried weapon if it's on the costume.” 

“I like to study rules and that would not be allowed.”

The orc pouted, discarding her drawing. Kuni took a break from her drawing to come over to Morn. “You can always do your costume so it looks like something you admire. An orcish legend or someone you look up to. I'm making my outfit match the attire worn by the hero Lum. She was a deadly fighter, wielding lightning like a spear and leaving all who opposed her as blackened husks.”

“Someone I admire.” She thought for a moment. It didn't take long until she went back to drawing, taking much more care this time.  She found her current position uncomfortable and placed her paper on the ground to try and draw better. She got on her knees and elbows to keep her face close to the parchment so as to get a better view of the linework. This had the side effect of her bare ass now being the highest part of her body.

Kuni added the finishing touches on her own sketch, holding it up with pride.

“The hell is wrong with your face?” Glysh burst out laughing, falling onto her back and rolling around. 

“Shut up! I was the best artist in my village!” In her hand she held a depiction of an oni, but a style no one in this land had laid eyes upon. The figure was feminine, with a strong body dressed in a bikini of tiger fur. She had boots and gloves to match, while her breasts were bound with bandages. I had strong deep strokes for the lines and the body was contorted in an outlandish way. What really drew the goblin’s attention was the way the face was depicted. It looked nothing like Kuni, being more reminiscent of a grinning shaved cat with horns. To top it off the depicted figure had crossed eyes.

“Hey guys! Guess who I am!” Glysh sat up bringing her mouth into a goofy grin and focused her eyes on her nose to bring them together. 

“That's it!” The oni shouted as she tackled the goblin. The two naked women rolled on the floor boards, each trying to grapple one another. Kuni had the clear advantage in terms of strength but Glysh was too wild to get a solid grasp on.  

“Oh this speaks wonders to our chances of winning this tournament.” Kozor stated dryly. The tailor barged in and tried to break up the fight, fearing damage to his inventory. Morn kept her eyes glued to her paper, putting on the final touches. 

“And I think that does it.” Morn said with pride. She turned to show off her masterpiece, but saw everyone was distracted by the scuffle. 

“I said I am done with my drawing!” Morn shouted loud enough to put an end to any hostilities, Glysh latched to Kuni’s back with her arms around the Onis throat but held back from applying pressure to her headlock. All eyes and hollow sockets turned to her.  “That's better. Here is my new costume.”

While still a very crude depiction, her new sketch was more clear than her previous scribble. It was a step above a stick figure. It showed a basic humanoid form in black tank top and black pants. Both had a very rudimentary skeletal structure drawn on them, with the figure's face painted to look like a skull.

“Why Morn, I am flattered you want to look like me.” Kozor said with mock pride.

The orc pressed down on the skull, forcing his jaw shut. “This is inspired by Dura, the shaman of my village. She always looked after me when I was growing up. I can't think of a better hero to represent.”

“Morn, that is so sweet. I didn’t  think you’d -ACK-” Kuni was cut off when Glysh continued their fight, choking out the Oni. The red vixen threw herself back, slamming the goblin against the wall and knocking fabric rolls to the ground. Morn ran over, not wanting the two of them to be responsible for making the group go from bankrupt to in debt.  The goblin still held onto the back of the oni, leaving both crotches at the same height. Morn swung her leg up between all four of their legs, her shin hitting the oni in the groin and the top of her foot hitting the goblin in the pussy. Both let out a cry of pain and fell to their knees. Morn crossed her arms and looked over the two women. 

“Knock it off you two. When I win this tournament I'm not gonna give a single copper to this shop to pay for damages, got it?”

Glysh took a hand off her aching womanhood to point an accusatory finger and Kuni. “She started it!”

“Does it look like I care? Save all this for the ring, for Wweef’s sake.”

Morn stomped off to the tailor, who upon seeing the muscular woman moving towards him with such purpose cowered in fear. Instinctively he moved one hand to his neck and the other over his crotch, unsure if she planned to make good on her earlier threat. He was beyond relieved when she merely held out the paper for him to take. Kuni leaned over to Glysh. “That was kinda hot, right?”

The goblin was perplexed. “The crotch kick or bossing us around?”

“Yes.”

With the designs in hand the tailor was almost ready, he simply needed some measurements. He brought out a long piece of measuring tape. He put one end of the tape on the floor and brought the other end to Morn’s hip, memorizing the height. He moved behind the orc.

“Put your hands above your head, please.”

“You better not be getting fresh.” Morn said with a growl as she raised her hands.

“Please, I’m a professional.” That being said he tried to reach his own arms up to get them up to the woman's chest, but judged it too awkward and simply decided to find a stool to give him extra height. Eventually he was able to bring the tape around the green woman’s bust. “I spend all day measuring and fitting my clients, I’m used to seeing a lot of naked people.” He couldn't get the ends of the tape to reach all the way around, the green breasts too much for one tape to handle. 

“I need to get a second tape, hold on.” The elf would have been able to squeeze the tape around her breasts, but one scowl from her was enough for him to not want to risk tempting a similar crotch kick she gave to her friends.

He moved to Glysh, needing to get on his knees to get down to her level. When the tailor pushed the now double long measuring tape around the goblin’s rump he raised a brow. “Looks like you are as wide as you are tall.”

“What was that?” The goblin yelled, anger rising. 

“Nothing, darling.” He lamented none of the women having a fine elf body type.

He finally moved to the oni and once more he needed a step stool to get up to her level. 

Morn took this time to look closer to the armors on display in the shop with a critical eye. 

“I've had to fight guys with protection like this before. I think they break and fall apart easily.”

Glysh let out a derivative snort. “Trojan Armor, the beggar’s choice. I can't tell you how many times a stealth operation has gone South and some guards came out wearing this crap to stop me. Having this on is like fighting naked.”

Morn was left confused. “What's the issue?”

“I forgot who I am talking to.” She said with a shrug. “I ment naked, with stones tied to your body. It's cheaply made and the weight is distributed awkwardly. Makes them really easy to fight.”

This sat ill with the orc, the image of some fighter dying due to a poor choice in protection. She tried to dismiss this, as it would be their choice ultimately. Her eyes went to the shop window and saw a young man with his face pressing against the shop window and an obvious tent in his pants. She was getting ready to storm out and fix that tent when she saw Max say something to the young man and point him away. Morn couldnt hear what was said, but the creep hurried off. Perhaps she judged Max incorrectly.

The tailor stretched double tape around the woman’s chest he sighed.

“What's wrong?” Kuni asked as the tape compressed her breasts.

“I don't have a third measuring tape, but I can estimate the proper size.” He moved his hand to the gap in the tape, using two fingers to try and fill in the space. When that failed he needed to use all of his hand to do so.

He stepped down. “You’ll have your outfits in a couple hours.”

“How will you make three outfits in a couple hours?” Kuni asked.

“I'm a professional.”

He moved to the back of the shop, working tirelessly. When he emerged he gave the girls three bags, each with their outfits.

With a bow the tailor motioned for the women to move to a back door.

“You may try on the outfits in the, ahem, changing room.”

The three did so, leaving Kozor in the main shop. Looking around they saw one wall was entirely fabric. While they were confused they still tried to put on their outfits. 

“I can barely get my ass in these pants!” Morn grunted as she pulled the waist of her black trouser in a vain attempt to cover her ass.

“Idiot tailor can't measure worth a damn.” Kuni growled as she realized she did not have enough bandage to completely cover her breasts.

“I'm feeling a little extra breezy here.” Glysh stated as she wiggled her hips to see how her outfit handled the movement. 

Suddenly the fabric wall parted, revealing the trio of women. The changing room they were in was in fact a runway attached to the back of the shop. All around the runway were countless eager eyes and several tightening pants, many of which were the ones who were trying to peer in the front. Morn growled to herself as she realized Max was directing the men back here to have front row seats. 

The armor merchant shouted as best as he could. “Trojan Armor proudly presents Glysh, Kuni, and Morn! Sponsored by Trojan Armor.”

Morn asked if he had to say the name twice. She was ready to jump off the stage and make good on her earlier threat, but was stopped when Glysh strutted on the runway. 

“Think of this as practice for using sexy as a weapon. Watch and learn.” The short and thick goblin started as she walked towards the catwalk. The crowds cheering intensified as she made sure to sway her generous hips with every step. Her outfit consisted of very baggy pants with a large portion of the hips cut out, forming an almost loin cloth with legs. Most of her waist and the sides of her butt were cleary visible, with only the center being hidden by fabric. The singular piece of clothing continued up her body, hiding her flat chest and moving up to her neck. She grasped this part and raised it to hide her mouth. 

“Boys go crazy for a little mystery and a little teasing.”

She strutted to the end of the walkway, and ended her show cause by giving a spinning roundhouse kick to the air, giving the men below only a short peek of her womanhood. She held still, but her rump needed a moment to slow down as well. One member, the creep from the window, couldn't contain himself and put his arms on the stage to climb up. Glysh stopped him by placing her foot on his face. She wagged her finger and pushed him down.

“I expect to see you cheer for me like this during my matches.”

Morn rubbed her chin. She was amazed. “So, you need to rile them up then abuse them. Build them up and tear them down, I get it!”

Kuni tried to hide her breasts with both hands, humiliated that so much of her was on display. She was about to try and stop Morn, but the orc was already off and the oni was too  to pursue onto the stage. Morn tried to think what men would find sexy, so she settled on swaying her hips as she walked like her goblin companion did. Her outfit was two sizes too small, so her skeleton themed pants rode so low that half of her butt was showing and most of her bush was on display. Her top did not fare much better, the fabric falling short of protecting modesty and showing off some of her dark green areolae. Morn added on to this, her hands moving on either side of her head as though to jerk off imaginary dicks.

Glysh did her best to hide her laughter at this, seeing the orc was trying to be sexy too far. She did fall on her back when she saw Morn focus on one of the dicks, using her tongue to simulate a bulge in her cheek like it was entering her mouth. For what it was worth the crowd was eating it up. Cheering even more wildly. When she made it to the end of the walkway she dropped to her knees, commiting to giving a phantom blowjob and even using one hand to cup imaginary balls.

The creep from the window once more lost his composure and tried to rush up the stage. Morn saw this and grabbed hold of his tunic, easily she lifted him up. The male's heart and manhood swelled with anticipation, things going even better than his wildest fantasies. 

The orc had other plans and knew the best way to tear down a guy. She lifted him up high enough to reach her other arm between his legs. She punched upward as hard as she was able, compressing his testicles between her strong forearms and his pelvis. She let him drop with a thud to the ground.

The men were stunned into silence by this, many wincing in sympathy.

Morn ran her way back to Glysh, smiling from ear to ear.

“How'd I do?” She asked excitedly.

Glysh had to shield her eyes so as to not lose her composure laughing at her entire show. “Killing it!”

Max rubbed his hands, knowing these three would be the best investment he ever made. He can only imagine how many sales he'd make with these three getting eyes on his product.

Journey's of Cave Cyrus 4

“We survived fine without humans or dinosaur help.” A lioness hissed as she addressed Cyrus. She was flanked on either side by a tribe mate and her queen, Elo. The lion tribe was similar to the human tribe in many ways. They were mostly female and each member was a capable hunter. While the humans had to develop and use the bow to aid them in their hunts the lions had claws and fangs to rely on. Their bodies, while thin, had toned muscle. While the dragon came in peace he knew the tribes were all weary of outsiders. They would only come to try and muscle them out of resources or territory. While the gods strictly forbade killing, fighting and the breaking of bones was allowed.

“This reeks of ambush. Lower our guard and then strike!” The second lioness growled, her lips curling back to reveal her pointed teeth. The queen placed a hand on her shoulder. To not show defiance she ceased her growls and quieted herself. 

“Peace, sister. Let not feelings get in the way.” The queen turned her gaze to the dragon. While she was older than her tribe mates he felt a stronger sense of danger from her. Doubtless she earned her royal position. Her body was bare of any clothing with only her tan colored fur covering her. Cyrus noted that the shade matched much of the landscape and would make her near impossible to see if she hid. “We have been quick to anger, as we-'' She cut herself off, clearly having said too much. 

“I wish for togetherness.” Cyrus spoke, pressing his hands together to try to visualize what he wanted. Such terms as confederation and unity were a long way off from having such lovely words to portray them, so the prehistoric dragon did his best. “No longer many tribes. All one tribe. Helping each other.”

“My sister has a point. Why do lions need help?” 

The dragon was happy, as she was not outright denying the proposal like her sisters. “Not need help, want it. If we work together and help, we give each other what we want. Stronger together, no longer sleep hungry if a hunt fails. Protect each other. Make one great tribe.”

“There wisdom to your words. But pointless. Nothing change without king's word. King’s word is law. And he won't change.” She attempted to keep a steady voice but her sadness was evident.  

She stood silent, thinking. “The king, my beloved, has grown lazy. He no longer hunts. No longer fights. His fire is gone. Now spends all day at the great rock and rests. But he is still strong, none of my sisters could best him to challenge his leadership. I could beat him, but it no feel right. If you challenged him and won you'd be the leader. Could make your great tribe.”

While he was hoping for a more peaceful route he would never turn down a challenge. He accepted and the group made their way through the savannah. Cyrus was amazed by the landscape and its natural beauty. This stoked his desire to see the homelands of the other tribes. He was brought back to the here and now by a familiar musky scent. His eyes were brought back to see some more natural beauty as he gazed upon the walking rumps of the lionesses. He also noted the clean glistening moisture of their loins.

“You're all very aroused. If you like we could-”

“Silence, outsider!” One spat, turning to sneer at him. 

The queen once more calmed her. “Forgive my sister. It's the time of the year, and we have yet to find satisfaction.”

Cyrus opened his maw to offer once more, but the frustrated gaze of the queen forced him to clamp his mouth shut.

“No sex without the king’s approval.”

Cyrus found newfound motivation to best the king of the lions.

Arriving at the Great Rock Cyrus took in the sights of the lion village. While he was escorted through the small village Cyrus did not notice a single male, only females. They did not paint their bodies like the human tribe, as any more colors would ruin their natural camouflage. Looking at the lionesses in groups he could appreciate how dangerous each one looked. Even through the fur he could see powerful toned muscles. Many bared their fangs and claws at him and had it not been for a stern look from the queen would the dragon have been pounced. The dragon was proud of his tough scales, but he didn't want to put them to the test against a whole pack. The group grew nearer to the Great Rock, aptly named as it the tan colored stone judded upward like the tusk of a great beast. The dragon had seen boars with teeth similar in nature to it, and couldn't help but picture it once belonging to a monstrous beast. Even with the dragon’s great height he felt small as he had to crane his neck upward to see the tip. He squinted as the edge eclipsed the sun itself.

Nearing the base of the rock the dragon was grateful for the shadow it cast as it helped to relieve him of some of the dry heat. He saw the first male in a while, a large lion lounging on his back. What first caught his eye was the large bushy main that created the lion’s head.

“King, Cyrus of the humans and dinosaurs has a request.” The queen stated dryly. There was a tone of barely hidden anger in her tone that even Cyrus felt a shiver from.

Any venom went over the King’s head as the smaller lion finished lowering a long purple plant into the King’s mouth. Judging by the purple coloring around his lips he had been enjoying this snack for some time. Deliberately he chewed and finished his snack before even caring to open his eyes to look upon the visitor. He raised himself up to a sitting position and met the dragon’s gaze easily.

“Have heard of you. Beat that big rex, tamed the humans.” The king was unimpressed, motioning to the smaller male next to him to pass another fruit. 

Cryus looked at the other male closer. He did not have mane yet. His body was very slim and had a very feminine build, a lot like the feminine males of the human tribe. Had it not been for the rather small manhood between his legs Cyrus may have mistaken him for a lioness. 

Cyrus attempted to ignore the concept shown by the lion. “I want to bring all tribes together. All working together.”

With a mouth full of fruit the king spoke, not caring for any dribble coming out. “I heard. Do not care. You may leave now. Why bother, everything fine as is.”

The queen let out a low growl and opened her mouth. Just as quickly she shut it, letting any protest die on the lips. Cyrus felt an anger grow in him, seeing how complacent the king was. 

“I challenge you for rule of the tribe.” 

The son looked surprised, and wanted to say something in defense of his father, but was silenced as the king used him to push himself upward to his full height. Once a challenge had been issued there was no denying it and the two must do battle for dominance. Cyrus saw that while the King had let himself grow softer he was still an imposing figure. He was shorter than the dragon, with less mass overall but this did not make him less imposing of an opponent. His body had some fat and somewhat of a gut, but the dragon could tell that powerful muscles lay beneath. Without warning the king let out a thunderous roar that was as loud and strong as thunder. Cyrus felt the roar hit him like a punch from a fellow dragon. All the tribe turned and gave their full attention to the spectacle. Gritting his teeth the dragon breathed in deep and let out his own roar. While nowhere near as deep or strong it showed his defiance 

The King smirked. “Not bad. Most would have run by now.”

He gave his son a smack on his rump. “Gather the tribe to the fighting circle. Let them see why I am king.”

The tribe did not have much in the way of dwellings or markings. The lions favored a much more naturalistic style of living. As such the fighting circle was merely a well worn patch of dirt, its grounds stained with blood from many fights. Cyrus could see many disagreements were settled here.

Quickly the circle was surrounded by all the tribe members, each one loudly cheering for the show to come. There were about thirty females in total, each one bearing some scarring or marks of a hard fought life. Cyrus wished to help ease the burden of all of them, be it trade for the humans weapons to make hunts more easy or extra food from a dinosaur tribe’s kill. 

The King strode to the ring at a leisurely pace, his son never leaving his side or his grasp. The son very much seemed to enjoy his fathers attention, giving the dragon a tinge in his loins. There was one other male who accompanied the king, but he was not as large at his ruler. For a moment the dragon wondered how the three of them managed to keep all the women satisfied. 

“No shame in submitting now. Surrender or suffer.” The king growled.

“Roar no scare me. Words will not.” Cyrus stood at his full height, not backing down.

When both combatants entered the ring the cheering died down, wrapped attention being drawn to the two males. Every set of eyes was upon then. The silence was broken when the king dashed forward, briefly lowering on all fours to propel himself at a blinding speed. In a fearsome pounce he threw his shoulder into the dragon's midsection. Despite all the momentum Cyrus was merely forced back a few inches, his heels digging into the ground. The King was surprised, expecting to have knocked down the dragon easily. With a smirk the dragon raised both fists up and smashed them onto the lion’s back like hammers. He fell to the ground, face in the dirt. The chalky taste entered his mouth. He spat it out. 

Cyrus backed off, letting the lion rise to his feet. Every lioness stood silent. It had been a long time since the king did battle, and even longer since he had been knocked down.

“How long has it been since you did battle? Hunted? Or too busy resting at the rock?” Cyrus sneered. Normally he would hold no ill will towards someone but the idea of a ruler doing nothing while his people struggled filled him with disgust. The dragon knew he had to either knock some sense into the lion or make sure he wouldn't rule again.

“Quiet!” The king roared as he got to his feet. 

The two fought more, but it was clear the king was out of practice. Despite his swiping and biting he was not able to land any clean hits on the dragon. Cyrus deliberately drew out the battle, wishing to see the King’s mettle. He saw there was a warrior deep within, and with every swipe it was clawing its way out. He was getting more keen, more swift with each attack. It had been too long since he had needed his strength. 

In one powerful lunge the lion swiped his claws across Cyrus chest, leaving four cuts across his softer yellow scales. Breathing deep the lion smiled. 

Cyrus smiled back. “Now we fight!”

The dragon reached forward, gripping the King by the scruff of his neck and hoisting him above his head. He squirmed but could not free himself. Cryus stepped forward and threw him with all his strength. Once more the king tasted the dirt as he hit the ground and rolled. The lion tribe scattered to avoid their monarch. He looked up and saw into the eyes of his son and queen, and he saw something he had not seen in some time; adoration. He remembered all at once the drive that led him to wanting to rule. He remembers teaching his son how to battle, and remembers striking down a rampaging beast to save his queen. The eyes he saw those days are the same he saw now.

Despite his pain he stood up, turning to face the dragon. He smiled as he met his gaze. “I have been asleep. You woke up the king.”

He crouched down, once more getting on all fours. Cyrus readied for his charge. The king dashed forward again, but instead of using pure power he stopped his headlong charge and sidestepped the last moment. This took Cyrus by surprise as he pounced from the side. This time the dragon was brought down, the lion mounting atop him. The two struggled like that, exchanging blows with each other as they rolled in the dirt. Both were breathing heavily as they struggled. 

Cyrus was clearly stronger than the king, despite his newfound resolve the time away from action had taken their toll. While their bodies pressed against each other a primal thrill arose in the two males, and blood began to flow to their manhoods. The two regained their footing and charged each other. Both grabbed at each other's hands, pushing each other back in a test of strength. Their chests were against each other, feeling one another hot breath. Likewise their manhoods were at full mast and pressed against each other, throbbing erections massaging each other. Cyrus was overpowering the king, pushing him so the king had to arch his back and struggled to stay upright. Cyrus leaned his maw closer to the King’s ear with a snide grin. 

“Feels like I am bigger than you in every way.”

With a growl the King launched his leg upward between the dragon’s. His shin collided harshly with the twin dragon balls and sent a sharp pain that radiated up to Cyrus’ stomach. He lost his strength and the lion capitalized on this, twisting and tossing the dragon to the ground. 

While the battle was still raging he felt a sense of pride, beating an oppenting in even this small victory. This was a feeling he used to live for. Cyrus cupped at his aching loins for a moment, trying to cradle  away the pain. He forced his hands away from his manhood and pushed himself upward. He wrapped his arms around the body of the lion and hoisted him off his feet. The dragon squeezed the King in a powerful bearhug. 

The king screamed as his body was compressed. He dug his claws at the back of the dragon, but unlike the softer yellow scales the thick black hide was too much for the lion to penetrate. Cyrus felt the lion’s still hard member on his belly and had a wicked idea for a sense of revenge. 

The dragon bucked his hips backwards and then upwards, flinging his erect dragonhood into the testicles of the lion. The lion howled as his balls were struck by the rock hard penis, the barbs stinging especially. Cyrus had much practice in thrusting his hips and continued this, each bounce of his cock smacking the lion’s pride. With one final hard thrust he pressed his balls up to his pelvis. The lion’s scream of pain was weaker now. 

The dragon let go, letting the lion fall to his knees. Cyrus noticed his still hard penis was at the perfect height of the lion’s face. Using his club once more he twisted his hips and smacked the lion across the face, knocking him to the ground. 

With a mighty roar he claimed the domain of the lion tribe.

Cyrus lay at the base of the Great Rock watching the setting sun. At his side the son of the King fed him purple fruit, which had a strong but pleasant taste. The dragon had to admit that he could see how one could lose himself to this, but there were still many more tribes to visit. Elo apprached, with the King in tow. While he was sore he still carried himself with pride. He was joined by the third male.

“Great Rock suits you well.” Elo started with a smile.

The King approached, looking down at Cyrus.

“How you feel, King?”

“Not king. Just Gid now.” The once king stated. When he finished he flopped over onto his back, gently pawing at the air while maintaining eye contact with Cyrus.

The dragon was stunned into silence, not sure what was happening. 

“A show of submission.” Elo explained, happy to see her mate accepting his new role.

“Thanks?” Said Cyrus, still dumbfounded. He raised himself to his full height. “Chief of lion tribe is good, but not for me. Queen would be better. Once thing first.”

Cyrus gave the son a slap on his rump, much like his father.

“Now am ready to give up rule.”

“But king has to loose in duel. Is law.” The son piped in, rubbing his sore behind.

“King’s word is law? My word is I make Elo Queen.” 

The son thought about this and couldn't find any fault in this logic.

“First order as queen is to join your great tribe. Hope to see many new brothers and sisters.”

Cyrus beamed with pride, but noticed all the males looking nervous as the sun set over the horizon. As the sun hid every female of the tribe converged on the Great Rock. Elo nuzzled up to Cyrus.

“You are wounded. Let me.” She began to lick up at his chest where Gib scratched at him. Cyrus knew licking one's wounds helps healing, but she seemed to have an ulterior motive.

Gib sprang to his feet, looking at all the females, his ears flat against his head. “Dragon, you need to leave!” 

“Why, what happening?” Cyrus said, confused but already getting aroused by the lioness’ caress.

The son ran to his father’s side. “The women. This time of year they are wild. At night they are mad!”

The dragon was worried that the lionesses would enter a feeding frenzy, but a familiar musky scent all around him told him they were going into a different frenzy. His maw curled into a wide grin. “No run from a challenge!”

The mating frenzy had been going on for a few hours. While the males put up a valiant effort, it was clear they were going on their last legs. The son lay on his back while a particularly passionate lioness bounced on his pelvis. Cyrus was in his element, gripping the hips of Elo and thrusting into her.

“Those barbs! This size!” Her tongue hung outside her mouth as passion took her.

Gib and the other male were gasping for breath as the final spurts of cum left them and they collapsed to the ground exhausted. “How you keep going?” He asked as he lay on the ground.

Cyrus flexed his arm with a wide smile. “Dragon pride!”

Gib let out a sharp yipe of pain as a new female nibbled at his balls. “Hard again! Need more!”

“Maybe we cuddle?” He asked, desperate to catch his breath.

The sun began to rise, but Cyrus kept up his pace. He had a new female held in his arms, her legs locked and forced above her head. He used a similar motion to when he slammed his penis into the former king’s balls, only this time it was to thrust inside of a female. Said former king was holding a concave rock full of water to the dragon’s maw and letting him drink. The lions had long since lost all their energy for sex and they had shifted all of their focus to helping Cyrus satisfy all their women. They all looked at him like a savior.

Cyrus was dripping in sweat and the water was greatly appreciated. “Hungry. Get food.”

The three males scrambled to meet his demand, scrounging up any fruit or meats they could get their claws on. With a final thrust the dragon’s testicles clenched as he shot a load into the lioness he held. She threw her head back and she felt herself get filled up like never before. He let her down, and she gushed with his and her excess passion.

The son ran to Cyrus, a chunk of meat in hand. The dragon bit in and swallowed it in one gulp. He reached over and grabbed a handful of his behind.

“Wait! Am male!”

“No care.” Cyrus stated as he pulled him in close, pressing his soft furred body against his harsh scales. He brought his maw to the small lion’s mouth and the two kissed. The dragon’s tongue entered the lion’s mouth and explored every inch, licking at his teeth and gums. When Cyrus pulled away the son’s face was bright red and he was beyond flustered.

Several lionesses swarmed the dragon, the display stirring their desires again.

“Me, do me!”

“You had Gib! Me had nothing!” Another hissed.

“You all get Cyrus. Me no stop until everyone satisfied.” His conviction clear in his voice.

Despite his exhaustion the son felt aroused again, wishing to be taken by Cyrus like he would take a female.’

With the son setting on a new day Cyrus was in a heap of sweaty and satisfied lions and lionesses. Every muscle in his body ached worse then he had ever felt but he couldn't keep the smile from his face. Looking around he saw all the lionesses lounging and resting all with his cum dripping from their lions. Gib did his best to crawl to Cyrus.

“Come next year and save us again?”

“Wouldn't miss it.”

The son pawed at the dragon’s shoulder, his eyes wide and ears pressed against his head. 

“Maybe you take me as mate too?”

Despite his aches, Cyrus felt a stirring in his loins. 

“Now.” He stated.

“Now?” the son asked, surprised he could keep going. 

Cyrus wasted no more words and grabbed the young lion to bring him close. The dragon knew he wouldn't miss next year for the world

Journey's of Cyrus: Across the Desert 3

The group had been traveling for a few days, finding the trail of the kidnappers and following it. Their progress was stopped by a supernatural sand storm  forming an almost wall of impassible wind and scouring debress . They had to make a detour, making camp at the entrance of the tomb of Nub-set, Matriarch of the previous dynasty. 

 

With the moon hanging high in the sky the group made camp.

“Not the first time I've done a little grave robbing.” Morn stated as she started to lay out the blanket that would serve as her bed.

Ra-khem-smen-toti pointed an accusatory finger at his greenskin companion. “This is not grave robbing. The storm that blocks our path is magical in nature, and only the jewel of Nub-set’s necklace has any hope of dispelling it and letting us pass. We will take absolutely nothing else and return the jewel when our quest is complete. If we were not on a journey to rescue a royal I wouldn't even consider disturbing the grave of a queen. This will be done with the utmost respect.”

“Easy, croc daddy, didn't mean any disrespect. My best friend is dead so I know all about how to deal with them.”

Cyrus chimed in, placing a hand on Morn’s shoulder. “I'm sorry to hear that. I have lost friends on my adventures as well.”

Morn shrugged him off. “Damn wizard did not let a lack of lungs or tongue stop him from never shutting up.”

The dragon wanted to ask a follow up question, namely what the hell she ment, but mMorn kept going. 

“Why can't we go to the tomb and respectfully acquire this jewel now?” She made sure to put extra emphasis on ‘respectfully’.

“All tombs have several traps to keep out grave robbers. No one has full knowledge of all the dangers inside, as each section was constructed by their own trap masters. Even a royal guard like me only has vague knowledge of what to expect. We need to be fully rested to handle what's inside.”

Even as he stated this he had to control his frustration. The idea of the princess and royal advisor at the mercy of bandits ate him up and every part of his being wanted to throw himself at the sandstorm to muscle his way through. But he knew that a meaningless death would accomplish nothing, this must be done right. 

“We will enter at dawn's light.”

The tomb was a towering monument, a large pyramid with gold plated tip. Even in the moonlight it produced a dazing effect, shining like a star. The only entrance was a large arched gateway with a stone door. While using the opening as a shelter was brought up, Khem forbade it.

Morn pouted, seething at the idea of some dead queen getting this level of deference and so much effort wasted in building a tomb for her. She kept this to herself, knowing that it would needlessly agitate the crocodile. Cyrus made himself comfortable, laying his newly acquired weapon besides him and within arms reach. With one last look at the sleeping orc, stealing a glance at her toned rump and hoping he would see it again in his dream, he drifted off to sleep.

“Thief!” The voice of Khem shouted, jostling his companions to life. The two long time warriors shot to their feet, a jolt of adrenaline quickly dispelling the night's sleep. Weapons in hand, their eyes darted all around, seeking a foe. With no obvious enemy they looked to see Khem frantically swinging his halberd in the air, seemingly at nothing. 

“Are you all right?”

“It's small! It flies around with a stolen pouch.” He stated, not taking his eyes off the tiny thief. 

Their eyes adjusted to the darkness and they were able to see what looked like a greenish jewel darting through the air, with a leather satchel hanging below. They heard a sharp buzzing as it made new zigzagging patterns in the air to dodge the deadly blade swung at it. 

“Not an it!” A high whirling voice shouted. “Crocodile thing going blind in old age! Am female!”

Khem swung once more, over committing and stumbling. The small figure stopped its frantic pace, breathing heavy as it hovered in the air. Cyrus was able to get a clear view of the thief.  She was no more than a foot tall, with four arms all clutching at a bag that seemed to take all her strength to keep hold of. Her body had an exoskeleton, similar to that of a scorpion only this was the color of jade. Her segmented body was lithe and thin. Behind her transparent wings fluttered faster than the eye could see, letting her hover in the air. She had a singular horn atop her head and an oddly distended belly. At once Cyrus recognized that this was a scarab, an insect native to this area. He hesitated, the stomach reminded him of a pregnant woman.

Before he could do anything Morn ran in, shouting curses and trying to swat at the creature with her spear. With graceful movement it dashed out of the way of each swing, moving like a leaf in the wind. With each failed attack the orc’s frustration grew. The bug moved towards Morn and in a swift motion flew downward with her loincloth in hand, leaving her bottomless. While the orc did not mind nudity she hated being made a fool of.

“You have many coins, won't miss losing a few, yes?” The small creature  cackled.

 Disregarding the state of undress she made a few more swings as the scarab flew close to the ground. Bag dragging across the ground she moved between Cyrus’ legs. Morn swung  her spear in an upward arc, missing her target and unfortunately hitting a different bag. The dragon yelped in pain and clutched his groin.

A chittering laughter emitted from the scarab, seeing the havoc she caused. This was swiftly ended when a large scale hand clasped around her, trapping her in its embrace. With a growl Khem held the small thief to his eye to examine his catch, only her head and shoulders above his hand.

“Nena.” Khem practically roared out, distain clear in his tone. 

Rubbing away the pain in his loins Cyrus inquired. “You know this scarab?”

He didn't take his eyes off the bug or loosen his grip. “A notorious thief that has been a blight on our lands.”

With a smirk Nena said with no small sense of pride “The one and only.”

Khem tightened his grip, causing the bug to groan in pain. “Lawbreaker, what were you doing outside this tomb?”

“Simply making my way to the city. Big sandstorm forced me to find rest. Find some sleeping adventurers with fat coin pouches. But you caught Nena, so I give you back your coin and I'll leave you be.”

The royal guard’s tone stayed grim. “We are on a mission to rescue royalty.” He lowered the bug to the ground, keeping her in his hand. He moved the blade of his weapon above her neck, hovering it menacingly. “To sabotage our journey in any way is tantamount to putting her in more danger. Such a crime is beyond forgiveness. By the authority of the court I sentence you to death!”

The bug grew frantic, trying to wiggle her way free, biting at the scaled fingers that gripped her, but nothing helped. Realizing her fate was sealed she let out a scream as the blade was raised.

Cyrus grabbed Khem’s glave, stopping its downward motion. A guttural roar escaped the crocodile’s jaw, shaking the dragon’s bones. Yet the dragon stood firm.

“Do you interfere with Djanem justice?” 

“She did not know our journey's purpose, death is too harsh a penalty.”

Khem tried to shake his weapon free from the black dragon’s grasp. Cyrus did not turn his gaze away, meeting the crocodile’s eye. “She is with a clutch. Executing her now is unconscionable. As a father you must feel the same.”

Khem relented, turning to look at the scarab and realizing her stomach felt oddly rounded. He clenched his jaw, mauling the idea over in his head before finally relenting. He let go of the bug, and she wasted no time flying off as fast as her wings could take her.

“I would have prefered  to jail her, but we have more important things to handle now.” Khem’s eyes faced towards the ground at the indent Nena left in the sand. “I got carried away there. It's just.” His voice trailed off. “They were lost on my watch. It is an unforgivable failing on my end. I have failed the royals, the gods, my own family. My son must be ashamed of me.”

Cyrus placed a hand on the crocodile's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I saw how he looked at you. He had nothing but adoration in his eyes. You did not fail in your duty, you did everything you could. Even now you do all you can. I will do all I can to see the princess and advisor brought back home.”

Khem placed a hand on the dragon's, taking his words for a moment. “Thank you. But we should rest now, a great labor awaits us tomorrow.”

The three made their way back to their bedding, sleep finding them easily. Cyrus was awoken as a faint buzzing voice sounded in his ear. “Large one, awake.”

Cryus sat up with a start, hand darting to his weapon. 

“Peace, peace” The bug stated, raising all four of her arms up in a placating manner. “Have come to express gratitude.  Were it not for your words I would be without my head. I wish to join your quest, I owe my life to you.”

He waved hand “Don't worry about it. I don't believe in the death penalty at all, and I could never stand idly when a pregnant woman is in peril.” Saying that Cyrus noticed that her stomach was no longer distended and her step was much lighter. 

She noticed and patted her stomach. “I feel much more agile now. I should have waited to lay those before stealing from you, but greed got the better of me.”

Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle. “Well, I am sure the father will be very excited.”

Nena shook her head. “No father. Without eggs being fertilized eggs will not hatch.” She scrunched her face, trying to think of the proper words. “I heard it is like how you big species have periods, same concept.”

Cyrus let the idea tumble in his head. Memories washed over him like a wave as he was brought back to his time with a mermaid and the similar mating methods they had. Back then the mermaid had laid her eggs and watched in wrapped excitement  as he masterbated onto the eggs.

“Would you fertilize my eggs?”

The question snapped the dragon back to reality. “What?”

“You big and strong. Good morals too. Make eggs grow good. Ideal father!”

Cyrus scratched at his chin. “I am very honored.” The idea already caused his loins to swell some. “But I am on an important quest, I can't stop to look  after children.”

The bug waved a hand dismissively. “Scarabs not like big species, when eggs hatch they can take care of themselves.”

The black dragon was already tempted but that convinced him. Normally the idea of abandoning young would repulse him but knowing they would be fine reassured him. Nena led the male to where she laid her eggs. While each individual egg was tiny, no bigger than a pea, they still formed an impressive pile.

“Go on, fertilize.” Nena commanded  as she gestured to her eggs. 

“I need a little stimulation, I can't just cum on command.”

“Ah, yes, you large species and your mating rituals. I've learned somewhat from when I steal from brothels.”

Cryus gave a disapproving look, causing the bug to give a shrug and a practiced innocent smile. “I only take some, they are distracted, it's easy.”

Not happy but still eager to help spawn some half dragons he sat down in the sand, as he found this position helped him aim with the mermaid. He pushed his loincloth aside, exposing his long yellow shaft. He began to pump at it and the organ started to swell and rise.

“You need stimulation, yes. I will use the mating calls to aid you.” Nena cleared her throat. She ran her four hands across her body, gliding them down her hips and up her chest. “Oh daddy, give it to me. Give it to me daddy please, I need it.”

Cyrus’ brow rose at this, her mimicry of a woman in the throes of passion took him by surprise. He was so surprised he momentarily stopped.

“Did I mess up the call? I'm usually good at copying voices. Was my dance wrong?”

“No, no.” Cyurs quickly voiced. “It was very good. I was just surprised us all.”

“I don't understand what a ‘daddy’ is but women use the word a lot during mating. What does it mean?”

Cyrus chuckled . “Well, you're about to make me one. It means a father.”

Not fully grasping the nuances of dirty talk the bug nodded. “Makes sense for intercorse, the goal is to make children.” Her head tilted as an idea hit her. “How old are you?”

Cyrus resumed his masterbation, bringing his penis to full erection. He nestled his rump comfortably, letting his balls rest on the cool sand. “I am two hundred years old.”

“You are the grandfather then! Never seen anyone as old as you before.” 

He quickened his pace, finding being called grandfather hotter than being called daddy. “You're a natural at this.”

She chuckled. “In that case I can give some more direct stimulation.” Her wings buzzed as she took off between the dragon's legs. She planted a foot on each of Cyrus’ testicles as she stood before his upright penis. This caused discomfort to the male, but the sight of her being as tall as his member kept him from voicing any discomfort. She looked at it closer, her small antenna flickering and brushing against his manhood. “It has a very strong smell. Pungent and musky, not unpleasant.”

While the mechanisms for how an insect can smell flew over the dragon’s head he appreciated the sentiment. She moved her body closer, pressing her surprisingly soft chest against the underside of his dick and moving her four arms around it to give it a hug. The exoskeleton limbs felt strange, yet the feeling was more than welcome. She squatted down and up. “I'm afraid this is the best I can mimic the brothel women using their hands as I can.”

The dragon leaned back, enjoying the new sensation. “You're doing great.”

She continued for a bit, her wings sometimes flickering out to help her with an upward motion. “I'm feeling oddly warm, is this normal for big species mating?”

“You've never gotten horny before?” 

“For scarabs reproduction only consists of laying and fertilizing eggs. Quick and easy.”

Cyrus bit his tongue to not make a sex joke. Nena flew up, looking at the tip of his penis and seeing a drop of clear pre cum forming. “Is this all the semen you produce?” She asked, disappointed.

“This is just the start. Much more will come soon enough. I can take over from here.”

He reached his hand back to his shaft, but it was swatted away by the bug. “I wish to engage in big species mating rituals more. I've seen the women stick the male penis inside their cloaca.”

The dragon stopped himself from correcting her, mostly curious as to how she planned to proceed. The bug hovered upward, placing her crotch on the end of his penis. Lowering herself, her slit was quickly soaked in the drop of precum. She let out a quick sharp gasp at the new sensation. She used her wings to keep balance as she grinded her hips on him. Cyrus had been ridden before, even by shorter races like goblins, but this was wholly new to him. She was very much enjoying herself, so the dragon let her proceed. Her gyrations grew more frantic quickly she was all but humping his penis. She once more ran her four arms across her body, but this time it was not to copy a motion she saw before but in genuine ecstasy. She retracted her wings and lowered herself, trying to force the, to her, massive penis inside her frame. 

“Stick it in me, I need to feel it inside me. Please grandfather!” Her usual mannerisms were replaced with white hot desire, a new world of sensations opening up to her. 

Cyrus was hesitant, using a hand to wrap around her midsection and gently pushing her down. She let out a  loud moan.

“If it gets to be too much just say so, I’ll be slow and gentle.”

“Dont you fucking dare!” She all but spat, speaking with the intensity of a starving beast being denied food. The dragon was taken aback by the forceful tone. If she wished it that badly, he would oblige. Still hesitant he lowered her more, her abdomen stretching to accommodate his dick. She showed some discomfort but it was vastly overtaken by sheer pleasure. He pushed more and his head was inside. She threw her head back in delight as he pushed more in. Her stomach bulged as his dick went inside her. Cyrus was surprised to see she was able to take about half of his penis. Losing inhibitions he pushed her out, then back in. The insect was very tight, and unbelievably wet. The combination forced a warm thrill of delight to shoot through the dragon and his hips bucked involuntarily as the sensation overtook him momentarily. His breathing grew deeper and he looked down at his mate.

Her face was a mask of sheer bliss, drooling as her mouth twisted into a dumbfounded smile. Seeing his mate in such a state only stoked the dragon onward, quickening his pace and using the small bug as a masturbatory  aid. His nostrils flared, taking in the cold desert air. His body twitched as he reached his limit. Going against his instincts he pulled the woman off, placing her as gently as he was able onto the sand in front of the eggs. Using her natural lubricant on his shaft he pumped fast and hard, bringing himself to orgasm. With a roar he shot thick warm cum out and covered the pile of eggs completely. The reminder of the eggs pushed him harder, and he pumped more at his shaft to coax out every last drop of semen he could to help coat them totally. He kept stroking as every jolt of desire left him and his climax was spent. Breathing deeply he looked down, seeing the eggs had been completely covered. With a start he saw the bug had been covered as well. He was about to apologize but saw that she was writing, lost in a sea of afterglow. She would need some time to recover.

“Shut the hell up! I’m trying to sleep!” A very frustrated orcish voice cried out. 

“Sorry. I'll be quiet.” the dragon said sheepishly. He would have to explain the new party member in the morning.

“Wake me up again and I’ll crack your damn dragon eggs!”