Quadrupedal Shira (art by Donamer)

Quadrupedal by DonamerA quadrupedal version of me. Just 'cuz. :)

First Time (art by Grymm)

First Time by GrymmHaving never seed Kraken before, I was rather confused to discover the plentiful contents of his sheath...

Sersar #02 - Turmoil

"I blinked a few times when I awoke, looking at the trees around me. I first thought I had somehow fallen asleep on my patrol yesterday, somehow. So, thinking that was all it was, I flew back to the village once more, though I stopped dead soon as I saw the destruction. The reality hit me hard as that giant's foot hit the buildings when he was crushing them into oblivion. I remembered everything in that moment, including how the giant just used me... and that I had enjoyed it.

"As I walked about, I remembered everyone that had died yesterday, and wondered why I had been left alive. I should have drowned in his.. pleasure, but I didn't. Why? WHY?!" He roars, breaking into tears for a moment, then looking down at the floor. "Sorry... th-that still bothers me. But I was supposed to protect everyone, and all I could do was stare wide-eyed, muzzle open, pawing at myself as I watched the destruction. Wouldn't you consider that a complete failure at your job?

"Eventually, I came across a sword that had somehow survived everything. It looked like it had just been polished, and was getting ready to be traded away to someone else, probably for a tidy profit. That's when I noticed just what was next to it... the flattened remains of our best trader, who loved making sure everything was perfect before he'd let an item go back out. I took the sword - I felt I had to have something - but then I stopped, and took a moment to think.

"I had completely failed everyone... not one of them could get out alive. I was sure of it. I didn't deserve to be a dragon... I probably didn't deserve to live. I thought about everyone that I had let down, felt their presence around me. Five hundred lives, lost on the very ground I stood upon; five hundred spirits likely angred by my very presence. I closed my eyes and moved the sword against my back, the blade against one of my wings... I had to atone for my failure, even if it took my life. To begin, I moved the blade quickly, slicing off one wing, roaring out in pain, but I knew that this was a beginning of paying for my crime. I quickly did the same with my other wing, leaving me completely flightless."

He pauses for a moment to flex the inch or so of bone still left where his wings once were before continuing, "Yes, I had wings before. And no, I knew even then I would live through that... I knew exactly where to cut to leave it irreperable - by natural means or with a healer's help - but not cause any other injuries.

"So, now that I had no hometown and no village to protect, the only thing I could do was wander. I knew there were several other villages within a half-day's walk, and it was still early in the day. I threw the sword aside now that I had finished with it; if I couldn't protect others when I was sworn to, I had no right to protect myself. I started out on one of the trails at random and just began to walk, in no hurry at all, hoping someone in the next village would have some way of at least putting me to use. Any way at all.

"The walk was long, but mercifully uneventful... I found a village shortly before sundown, one that was still intact; apparently that titan wandered off in some other direction. I took a walk around the other village, feeling oddly out of place in a town other than my own. I hoped for someone that could help explain just what was going on... for once, my luck was favorable, as I discovered a village enchanter just as the last rays of light faded, leaving me in darkness. I knocked on the door firmly, then just hoped someone would answer... I was greeted by an elderly avian - a falcon, if I remember - and quickly ushered inside. The hut was illumined by candles. giving us ample light to discuss things over.

"I gave him the shortest version of my tale I could, telling him of the city's destruction, how I actually enjoyed being used by that giant, and how I felt I no longer could call myself a dragon. He nodded softly, listening carefully to my every word. 'I see...' I remember him saying, as he looked almost through my eyes, into my very soul, perhaps. 'You already know what you are going to do, but if you want me to explain what you have done, sleep here. I will explain at dawn.'

"That was enough for me, at least then... he sounded reassuring enough. I was led to an empty spot on the floor to curl up upon. As I laid down, I felt unusually sleepy - maybe the enchanter had something to do with that - and fell asleep the moment my head touched the ground, going into the kind of deep sleep only the dead could normally experience. Perhaps I was dead, after the other day, perhaps I was a ghost. No, then how would the tiger have done that? Though I felt I was going to get some answers in the morning, I feared it would just lead to even more questions.

"Sleep was less than restful, though. In my dreams, I saw that giant again, somehow towering even higher than he did last time as he stood right over me. He simply stood over me, watching me almost out of boredom, likely no more than an emerald-colored mark on the ground to his gaze. I noticed he was rather enjoying looking at me, though, as his sheath swelled... then, I found myself silently wishing to be up there, to feel that heat against me, even if I were to be crushed there.

"In dreams, though, the unspoken wishes are often the first to come true. He deftly picked me up between two fingers, then used his free paw to hold his sheath vertical before dropping me into it, leaving me nestled between the flesh and his hardening cock. I squrimed against it in delight, my own shaft already quite hard, as I pressed it against his own length. Soon I was forced back out of that hot sheath, though, and had to cling to his length tightly until I could shimmy around to its top.

"That's when he mrrred at me and moved his paw over me, surrounding me between those thick fingers and even thicker malehood... I still am a bit embarassed to admit it, but I think I climaxed right there, even harder than I did the day before, just after my village was reduced to memories. He started to stroke me against himself, as he had before, but this time he was rougher... much rougher.

"With a gasp, I woke up, almost leaping out of sleep and looking around... no sign of him... or of any giants or dragons, for that matter. I looked out to see the morning sunlight, and the enchanter apparently coming back in from a morning walk. Still panting for breath, I laid back down, running a paw over myself to make sure I was really intact this time... I was, and found myself erect once again, just from witnessing letting a titan have his way with me. I felt I was going to get some answers, alright, but I was making more questions already."

Loving Tentacle Monster (art by Vash)

Loving Tentacles by VashA commission from Vash, of Kraken showing wet, spoogy love.

Sersar #01 - Apocalypse

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Warning: This is probably not something you want to read if you're squeamish, dislike extreme fetishist sexual material, or cannot stand macro-based things. This is easily the most sadistic and cruel story I've ever written, and I only write this sort of thing when I am in a very specific mood. I started writing this to explore some of the darker kinks I've taken an interest in over the years, and it may or may not be continued, if the mood strikes me. No further warnings about the contents will be given...


"So, you want to know my past..." The un-winged dragon says, shaking his head, "Well, it's no fairy tale. But, you asked, and I have no right to deny anyone's request. So I suppose I'll tell you, but don't say I didn't warn you about this...

"It started about... a year ago? It might have been closer to two by now. Regardless, it seems like it's been a hellacious eternity. One that I can only wish would end. Back when I actually had a home, I was the guardian of the entire tribe. My memory from that far back is fuzzy, but I do remember a ceremony, and a tradition... I apparently was destined for the job.

"The job was easy, really. Occasionally some wild dogs or something would give us a hard time, but that was really about it. We were 'allies of everyone, enemies of none', as we liked to say. I was the only defense we had; I was the only defense we needed. We had it easy, since we got everything from trade... perhaps too easy. Maybe that day was just punishment for us getting so much for doing so little. I don't know, not that knowing would make the reality any less dismal.

"When... it... came, the day was just another ordinary day up until then. A few clouds were up in the sky, but other than that, the weather was perfect. I was out on patrol, doing my best to stay out of sight, on the off-chance something did happen. That's when I heard a sound like the distant thunder. I looked up at the sky for some sign of an approaching storm, but there was nothing for me to see. I would have dismissed it if I didn't hear it again. Then again, louder.

"I was about to run back and tell someone when I felt the ground starting to rumble from that thunder. I still couldn't see out of the cover very well, as I was in the forests near the village, but I knew something was very wrong. Nothing natural could ever cause something like that. Soon the rumbling was enough to knock me off my feet, too harsh for me to even try to stand up. Whatever this was, there was no way I was going to get away from it now.

"That's when I saw the shadow of something pass overhead. It looked... somehow familiar. Almost like... no, it couldn't be one of us dragons, I thought, staring up at the shadow. Through the cover of the trees, though, all I could see was a shape, and darkness. It soon passed, and the rumbling grew quieter... I realized that whatever that thing was, it was heading for our village, and I had to stop it. I flew quickly as I could, but it got there long before I could.

"By the time I got there, I was shocked at the sight... a quarter of the village - my home - was in ruins, buildings reduced to litlte more than splinters at some unearthly force. I continued to look, and saw craters in the ground, most of which had at least one of my people in it, and some had several. That's when I looked up further, and saw the cause of the mayhem.

"I... knew, somehow, he was one of us, or had been, just from that shadow. But I hadn't realized he was now a towering one-hundred-fifty feet tall, twenty-five times larger than the average member of our tribe. To him, we were less than three inches tall. We were insects. And he apparently was enjoying the thought, as I noticed his erection between his legs, easily twice the size of any of us on the ground below.

"When I looked back to the ground below and watched his steps, I noticed just how deliberate he was being, making sure every time he placed a foot onto the ground, someone or something was crushed into oblivion beneath it. I could feel the ground shaking with each stomp. I could hear the screams of people having their life crushed out of them I could almost taste the blood and fear of my people even from the distance I was standing at..." The dragon pauses and growls, "I should have done something. Anything. At least gotten myself killed then, if not save the people.

"But I was entranced. I watched, unable to do anything but stare wide-eyed as he continued to crush buildings, people, some of the blood spilling into the lake, our main source of water. He continued to stroke himself. a bit of pre coming from the tip of his shaft, though he grinned as another idea came to mind. He positioned himself so his tip was pointing right at the few buildings remaining, with several people hidden within. I stepped forward a bit, watching, expecting him to climax and coat the buildings in white.

"However... he had other ideas, I soon realized. The buildings were soon washed away, but not in a flood of white, but gold. He simply urinated upon what was left standing, and drowned those few that were still alive, giving them a hot, stinging bath before their air ran out. That's when I noticed the grin on his face, and that he was looking right at me... the hot stream was aiming right for me, and soon hit me in the chest, sending me backwards as I tried to avoid the fate of the others.

"I quickly learned he had other plans. The flow stopped before the level of fluid could get above my head, though I was allowed to stay there for several moments as he walked closer, thunderous steps shaking me to my bones... I tried to move, but the heat was relaxing my muscles too much to even allow me to shift about, much less try to get away. He continued to grin even as he walked closer, then placed one of his bloodstained toes atop me, pressing down slowly.

"Though I was hoping for death, there was... something about this... something... unusual. I started to lick the blood off of the toe, letting out sounds I didn't even know I could make. It was like I'd been given an unspoken order to, but was willing." He shudders at that, "This day is still too clear in my mind. I can still taste the blood of the ones he crushed, mixed with the other tastes of earth, and even of the 'pool' I was laying in.

"He waited until I had finished that one toe, then pulled the entire foot away, letting me see that evil grin of his again, past his erection. He moved his foot down my body, pressing that toe on my chest, than stomach, just letting me feel its presence. As he rubbed down between my legs, though, the unusual feelings I had were quickly explained... I too was fully erect, and he rubbed that toe firmly up and down my length, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

"Did I actually enjoy the sight before me? Had I just gone insane from witnessing perhaps five hundred of my kind die? Perhaps. I still don't know. I do know that he seemed to like tormenting me with it, stroking me using that single toe. I didn't resist, and soon found myself thrusting into his movements, growling in pleasure. I climaxed quickly, and harder than I ever had before, sending every drop of my thick, hot seed against the toe.

"I could tell he was waiting for that, then moved his toe back over my face again, again silently demanding I clean it. I did, growling in pleasure at the taste, with his foot's scent changing the taste to something unique... exotic... I loved it. I wanted more of that taste, though there was no way I'd ever be able to offer more seed myself.

"Panting for breath, I closed my eyes, trying to recover my energy. I was spent after that. The giant had other plans, though, and I could feel myself being lifted into the air. Only when I felt myself pressed against something hard and hot did I open my eyes. He had pressed me against his hot length, throbbing with arousal... I started licking madly at it, as my head was pressed near his tip, causing him to let out a soft growl of pleasure.

"His other hand moved to stroke his shaft quickly, though he was almost careful with me. Occasionally his strokes forced my face closer to his tip, until I eventually found my muzzle pressed right into it, though I was free to pull back to breathe as I needed. I lost all track of time then. I don't know if this continued for a matter of seconds or the rest of the day.

"The next thing I can recall is hearing a sound like a storm from hell itself rushing by, as the titan climaxed, right onto my face, filling my muzzle instantly. He cupped his hand behind me, trapping me in place, coating me with his seed.. I could feel it flowing even into my lungs as I was covered, and knew that this would be the end.

"I was fading fast... That's when I heard the voice, almost like a breeze... the words were all incomphrensible, though I could feel some ancient power in them, something that most beings had forgotten aeons ago. I could hear just one word clearly before I passed into unconsciousness, embracing what I hoped was death... 'Sssearrrrssssarrrrr...' it said. Sersar. Since I can't even remember what name I had back before that day, I took it as my own name."