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A bit dark compared to some of my work, perhaps, but I still like it. Timanth - a bronze dragon - has his wicked way with me. And while I'm not supposed to enjoy myself, I do anyway...
Shira squeaked in fear as shi was picked up by the bronze dragon, who chuckled cruelly at hir attempts to squirm out of his grip. "Oh, what's wrong Shira?" He mused, dangling the little dragoness by the tail before his snout, his hot, humid breath washing over hir, "I thought you liked it rough! And with the way you made me chase you, you deserve to be punished." Without giving the herm a chance to reply, he dropped hir to the ground, hir tiny form bouncing with the impact against the earth below, the soft, cool grass helping to cushion hir fall.
Before Shira could react, a massive hindpaw filled hir view, blocking out light as it came down atop hir, pinning hir to the ground. He positioned it so hir muzzled remained between his toes, which rubbed against hir snout and filled the air around hir with his potent paw-musk, while giving hir a clear view of his emerging malehood above. "You... never are... gentle... Timanth..." shi gasped, squirming against the paw, trying to at least make hirself comfortable, the soft earth doing little to help support the many, many tons of dragon atop hir.
"Awww, thanks," Timanth replied, shifting a little more weight onto Shira, crushing the air from hir, but not causing any real damage, yet. "I'll let you choose your fate, since I'm feeling generous. Either start licking my paw clean, or end up as a bloody stain beneath it." He grinned as he saw Shira's eyes go wide. "better get started, if you want to live. They haven't been cleaned in months so I'm sure you'll love the taste. And make sure to get between my toes, too." He paused to squeeze them tightly around Shira's head, making hir squirm frantically. "You wouldn't want to miss a spot, would you?"
Deciding that now was not a good time to press hir luck, Shira began licking at the paw even as shi remained trapped between those two toes, hoping to appease the dragon that held sway over hir very life. Shi tried to ignore that the paw shi had been ordered to clean was the size of a house; shi just started working over his scales, wincing a bit at the taste. Timanth was right in guessing that shi liked a paw's taste, but this was so potent it nearly overwhelmed hir, the taste even further amplified by the equally-potent scent around hir and practically intoxicating hir, filling every breath shi took.
Rumbling deeply, Timanth relaxed and leaned back, letting his little captive do hir job. He kept his toes spread so Shira could work between them, occasionally squeezing hir tightly in place to remind hir what would happen if shi failed to please him. Once finished between his toes, shi began working beneath his vast sole, practically vanishing beneath him, his paw just far enough from the ground for hir to work beneath as shi crawled around on hir back. Timanth began to stroke himself, fully enjoying the attention from the tiny herm beneath his paw, how he could make hir struggle with just a small fraction of his weight, and how he could crush hir with a single twitch and end hir very existence.
Working slowly yet steadily, Shira eventually made hir way all the way to his heel, after devoting plenty of attention to the ball of Timanth's foot, and the arched that towered over hir like a cathedral ceiling; a cathedral to the cruel, god-like power he held over hir. Despite hir life being in danger, Shira was rather enjoying hirself as well, occasionally humping against the paw above hir, while trying not to make hir arousal obvious. By the time shi was finished with his paw, shi was painfully close to orgasm, hir maleness pulsing with need, and femsex soaking hir scales.
Noticing his plaything's arousal, Timanth grinned down at hir, one paw still stroking along his shaft. "Enjoying yourself as well, hmm? Maybe we can help one another then," he chuckled, using his free paw to grab Shira roughly, taking the minuscule dragoness between two fingers, before pressing hir body feet-first into the tip of his cock, leaving only hir chest ,arms, and head exposed. "Squirm, little one," Timanth commanded, his deep voice vibrating his shaft around hir tiny form, while Shira struggled to try pull hirself free of his throbbing member.
Timanth hadn't stopped stroking himself for a moment, even as he put Shira into position; he merely slowed down to give himself a chance to press hir into his shaft and soon resumed his previous pace. Each time his paw moved downward, his cocktip flared open slightly, the tiny herm trapped there getting drawn slowly inside his length; each time he stroked upward Shira was squeezed tightly, making it impossible for hir to gain any ground. Soon shi was completely within him, hir squirming form pressed right against his most sensitive nerves, making him twitch and growl with pleasure.
As shi was squeezed and pulled even deeper inside, the slick flesh inside Timanth's cock rubbed right against hir own shaft, sending pleasure through hir form as well. Shi was naught but a sex toy to this dragon, yet still was aroused by the mistreatment from hir keeper, his pleasure seeming only to increase hir own, despite his arousal coming from abusing hir. Shi still wriggled within his length, trying to hump against the walls around hir, feeling both hir and Timanth's climax building. His stroking came faster and harder, paw occasionally catching hir and squeezing with crushing force; only the firm cockflesh around hir kept hir from becoming a smear within him.
With a deafening roar, Timanth climaxed, the pulsing of his cock sending Shira over the edge with him. Hir climax was lost to his, though, as gallons of seed geysered forth, shooting Shira far into the air. The little dragoness could see nothing but white around hir, completely disoriented as shi tumbled through the air, until shi landed with bone-jarring force against the ground, still getting battered by the torrential outflowing of his seed. Shi passed into unconsciousness, his cum filling all of hir senses as shi blacked out.
Once he came down from his peak, Timanth growled deeply, once he realized he'd lost his plaything. "Maybe I shouldn't have picked a white," he muttered to himself, looking down at the puddle of his seed. He grinned again as he thought of how to find hir, and to punish hir for enjoying this so much. Taking his still semi-erect member in paw, he relieved his other need, pussing into the pool of seed. The sudden burst of warm, acidic fluid woke Shira with a start, the herm coughing and sputtering as shi put hir paws up to try stop the golden waterfall, though shi was unable to stop hirself from being thoughly marked and drenched, some even making its way into hir muzzle from the sheer pressure with which it hit hir, nearly breaking bones.
"There you are," he mused darkly, looking down at the soaked dragoness, too battered to even move. Shira panted as shi looked up at the dragon towering over hir once again, this time unable to make an escape, not that shi got very far last time shi made Timanth chase hir down. "I changed my mind about the rules of this little game," he said, glancing right down at hir, "I think I'll just crush you anyway. Make sure you crunch nicely when I flatten you, okay?" Unable to draw enough breath to even squeak something in reply, Shira was helpless to his whims, his other, still-filthy paw coming down atop hir, pinning hir into the ground. Though it had been softened slightly by all the fluids, shi was still quite uncomfortable under all that wait.
Sighing contently, Timanth began to stroke himself again as he felt the dragoness squirming underpaw, increasing the pressure on hir until Shira was sure shi was going to burst, then releasing it slightly only to press back down onto hir again. Many of Shira's bones were straining with the pressure, even bending and warping, but nothing truly damaged yet. Above, Timanth began to stroke faster and faster, pressing down harder on Shira, only the slight deforming and the softness of the ground keeping hir alive now, as shi wriggled desperately, unable to even breathe under all that pressure. The bronze could feel hir erection pressing against his paw even now, as Shira seemed aroused by the thought of even hir own death.
Roaring again, Timanth once again went over the edge, his paw quickly crushing down atop Shira, causing hir to crunch wetly beneath him, popping in a fraction of a second. As he rode his orgasm, he ground his foot against the ground, grinding Shira into a completely unrecognizable mess, even hir tiny scales getting stained so they no longer would seem white. There was no chance at all anyone or anything would ever recognize hir remains, not that anything would ever bother looking in a puddle of cum for hir. After coming off his peak, and realizing that his plaything had been crushed into oblivion, Timanth rose his paw up and gave one last stomp onto Shira's remains, splattering them, making absolutely sure shi'd never be recognized. Then he walked off, grinning to himself, sexually satisfied for now. It wouldn't be long before he'd want another micro to sate him, though...
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