Sersar #05 - Submission

"Although I had a dreamless sleep that night, waking itself was my nightmare now. I don't remember exactly where or when I fell asleep, but I woke at dawn once again, to find myself surrounded by near-darkness. A deep breath was enough to confirm my surroundings, as was the soft, pillowy surface I found... my captor had placed me in his sheath for the night. Though I managed to peek my head out to confirm it was morning, I could not escape with the way his body was curled up, leaving me surrounded by his presence until he awoke and chose to acknowledge me again.

"I still don't know what came over me... perhaps I was just desperate and wanted to get out... perhaps his scent - strong in the air around me, given my position - was clouding my judgment... but I went back into his sheath and tried to rouse him, both physically and sexually. I rubbed myself against his soft flesh, and felt it stirring against me, pressing me back out towards the entrance of his sheath, even from my first efforts."

He pauses and takes a deep breath, looking down for a moment, "I am still a bit ashamed, but once again grew aroused from pleasuring someone many times my size, my own erection growing against his. I knew it was the same dragon from the previous day, just from the scent, but I found myself wanting more; I wanted another taste. I can't explain it; I just wanted it, more than anything else, in that moment. Nothing else seemed to matter.

"My efforts were being rewarded, as I was pressed free of the dragon's sheath, but I realized one problem with my plan: if I did not have enough room to simply crawl out, why did I think I would have room to ride his erection free? It was a few moments later that I found myself pressed against his stomach by his growing shaft, pinned firmly in place even as I tried to squirm free or arouse him further. My ribs were aching from the pressure, and my body felt like it was about to break... then I heard a low rumbling and everything shifted around me, as the dragon uncurled himself and I fell to the ground, next to his belly, with the tip of his length just above my head.

"I was free, but I was also unsure what I wanted to do. I was almost painfully aroused and did not want to leave myself frustrated either, so I continued to stroke his erection with one paw, my other on my own. Yet, somehow, it didn't seem right to do even that, like I shouldn't think of my own pleasure, only focusing on arousing another. It took a few moments to decide what I wanted to do next, but I soon jumped up and hugged around his length, pressing my front against it, including my erection. I used my entire body to stroke him, much like he had used me for previously, but entirely under my own power.

"It was like some bizarre exercise, as I pulled myself back and forward using my arms, my legs helping me brace myself on the log-like shaft, as I was just barely able to wrap myself around the thick length. Though I didn't know how long I could keep this up for, I was willing to do it long as I could, the aching between my legs building, even as the larger dragon's pre spilled forth. I glanced up to see he was still sleeping, and I couldn't help but wonder what effect I was having on his dreams, given his arousal.

"Given how events had been, I should have known that things wouldn't stay perfect forever. I lost myself in pleasuring him, only to find he wasn't lost in dreams the next time I glanced up at his muzzle. He grinned down at me and licked his muzzle, rubbing me with a finger when I paused to stare. 'Don't stop,' he mrrred at me, 'It was starting to feel good.' I didn't need another command, though I didn't know if fear or arousal was driving me now, as I felt both quite strongly. Regardless, I went on with the task of pleasuring the titan, as he laid back and growled in pleasure, while I growled with exertion, as I was nearing my limits.

"A few moments later, I collapsed in exhaustion, but only after the dragon had finally reached his peak, his seed shooting clear up to his chest as he lay there. I was too tired to climax, myself, but at least I had finished him off. I was happy for that much. The dragon moved a claw under me and deftly rolled me over into his paw, giving me a long, slow lick, tasting himself on me and grinning. 'You might like the rest of our little group, slut,' he mrrred, 'We always need someone to help us... relieve our tensions after a long, hard day...'

"With a chuckle he put me on the ground and pinned me with a toe, licking his muzzle in anticipation. 'Will you submit, insect? Be mine, and anyone else's who wishes to use you? Just nod as I doubt I'd ever hear your pathetic squeaking.' Those words will forever echo through my mind, as all I could do was nod slowly, sealing my fate, to be his for as long as he wished to keep me. How long that would be, I couldn't know, but as I'd already found out a single day could seem like an eternity..."

Sersar #04 - Discovery

"Even as I ran out, I could tell something was different, somehow. The sound of my footfalls in the cave, the feeling of the ground against my paws, even the scents around me were all subtly changed... perhaps it wasn't so subtle, but with the talking outside, I'd never have noticed." He shakes his head softly, "If I had just been paying more attention and hadn't rushed out that morning, things would never have gone as they did...

"But, in a blind bit of hope, I did run forth, my running only halted when I crashed into something that hadn't been there when I entered the cave. I was knocked onto my back, and what I saw turned my blood to ice for a moment. It was ... no, not the anthrodragon I'd seen earlier, in the village or in my dreams, but he appeared at least that large, his head filling the sky above me, and his feet easily twice the size of my body. That's when I finally looked around to see that he wasn't a giant, but I had taken on a insect's size instead. I looked to the side again, just in time to see his other foot settle to the ground onto just such an unfortunate bug, seeing and hearing it crunch to its death as the unwary dragon simply let his weight press it against the unforgiving earth. I knew I'd be lucky to hold up even that well if I were on the receiving end of a footstep.

"I started to walk backwards, trying to keep an eye on the titanic dragon before me, though he walked right over me, giving me a glance at every bit of his form as he walked into the cave I'd been in the night before, carrying a rather large bag with him. I followed in, having to run to just keep even within sight of him, though he fortunately stopped about fifty feet into the cave. Fifty feet that seemed like a third of a mile to me. 'Some haul today...' I heard the giant dragon say proudly, looking at what his sack contained, though the sound of metal clinking suggested it was worth quite a bit.

"That's when I made the single biggest mistake of my life - well, perhaps in retrospect it wasn't a mistake, but it certainly changed my life as much as anything else - and I climbed up onto the bag, to see what was inside. And I was noticed. And the larger dragon was not happy. I, mercifully, can't remember exactly what happened then, but I know he grabbed me in his paw and examined me, and once he realized I was also a dragon, despite being a thirtieth his size, his grin turned purely evil. He taunted me about all he could do to me, including the very things that happened to the entire village I once called home, and others he made clear he had every intention of doing to me.

"When he started doing things... my memory is all too clear of then. I was rather enjoying looking up at his slender-yet-powerful-as-god form, size alone forcing me to go along, whether I agreed with him or not... whether I tried to resist or not. And resisting is the first thing I tried as he lowered me to the ground, when I tried to leap away from him. He growled and placed his foot on me, pinning me effortlessly down, before demanding - of all things - a foot massage. At first I kept struggling, not caring if I lived or died, the pressure of that foot on my body roughly crushing the air out of me.

"Though as he kept rubbing that foot harder and harder on me to try urge me to obey just for fear of death, I was growing more aroused by it. I thank the gods he didn't notice, but as I felt that paw upon me, and breathed in that scent, I found myself wanting to massage it, in the hope he would continue, holding me under just less than crushing pressure as I gave him what he wanted in return. He let out a low purr as I started to rub, even nuzzling against his foot, making my insignificant presence felt as more than just a mere insect's, but something more enjoyable for him instead.

"I kept it up as long as he wanted me to, rubbing against whatever part of his foot I could reach, but always kept under that threatening pressure, so a mere twitch could have crushed me..." He shivers and purrrs for a moment, blushing again, "That was... incredible, but I was only half-finished. He placed his other foot on me and did the same, yet this foot had the remains of the bug he'd stepped on still smeared upon its surface, giving me an all-too-close view of what I could become if I ever displeased him. I had to massage through that, feeling the ... goo of the insect's remains on my paws and stomach as he kept the pressure upon me as I rubbed, enjoying my efforts, but not trusting I'd continue them if I had a choice not to... heh, if only he knew...

"He was enjoying my massage quite a bit himself, though, as I could just see his cock peeking out of his sheath by the time he'd worked me to his toes, and just breathe in some of his male scent from my position. He rubbed me more with his toes, then slowly pulled his foot away, grinning down at me. I don't know if he noted my own arousal, but he at least didn't mock me for it, unless his next actions were to poke fun at me for it. 'Now for you to rub something else...' he mused as he sat down with his legs outsretched, before using a paw to press his cock down towards me, leaving my head against his cocktip, a drop of pre dripping over my face and coating me.

"Despite the obvious risks, I kept rubbing and nuzzling at the enormous member pressing down on my body in pure desire, lust clouding my mind as I worshiped the flesh above me. The dragon was obviously enjoying my efforts, though he used his other paw to stroke himself, coaxing more and more pre into me, slickening me further. His cocktip started to slide and grind against my form once I had become wet enough, my scales and back getting scratched by the rough floor of the cave in the process, but at that moment I didn't care..."

He hangs his head a moment, though looks back up shortly. "When that was happening," he says hesitantly, "All I could think about was pleasuring him, getting him off, and enjoying myself in the process. And I was, as my own shaft slid against his flesh, yet I found it easy to focus on his arousal even though my own was painfully obvious, heat building between my legs, even as I felt the heat from my captor's shaft building, the pre growing thicker and hotter on my scales, almost burning me, but in that aroused state, everything was registering as just pure pleasure.

"That's when the larger dragon came, pulling back just far enough from me so the force of his cliamx wouldn't snap my neck, though it was still forced back hard. I felt as if I hit my own peak of pleasure as well; even though I didn't climax, I was still in ecstasy, pleasure coursing thorough my entre body, as if radiating from the seed that was covering my form. I mrrrred deeply as I looked up at the dragon still towering over me as he wiped the last of his seed from his cock, using the side of his bag to dry himself off. He left me there for the moment as he walked off, though I found myself waiting eagerly for his return...

"But, then, I realized what I was wishing for. I was wishing for another male, one larger than me, to merely use me for his pleasure. Why? Why did I want to get another, larger male off more than I wanted to do so to myself. I shivered as I watched the dragon tend to something outside the cave, talking to someone else, their voices echoing around me, though I was too distracted by my thoughts to care what they were talking about. What had I become? That's all I wanted to know..."

Sersar #03 - Recollection

"When the enchanter came back in, I could tell something was different right away. I'd dismissed it as just being groggy or still under the effects of that dream, but now that someone else was staring, I knew it was not just my imagination. 'You... are... smaller...' he stuttered, confirming what I felt. I stood up and walked towards him... where yesterday he only came up to my chest, today I was just below eye-level for him. He apparently had quite a gift for understatement.

"After he shook off that initial shock, he invited me to sit down at his table. He looked nervous, and eager for me to get the heck out of there, but steeled his nerves enough to at least talk. I had, apparently, been cursed the day that giant - literally - came through our village. That curse, apparently, had given me some kind of resurrecting power... if I died, I'd return to life at the next dawn, exactly as I was at sunrise the day before. I glanced behind me at my broken wingstumps... it had been a sunrise since then; not even that power could bring them back now.

"That's when I asked him about the shrinking...He looked me over for a moment, then shook his head. He said that was something different, unrelated to this, that he couldn't fully explain. 'It will be explained when it needs to be,' he said. Yeah, real comforting, buddy. I'd sooner just believe I've gone insane than get told some sort of screwed up riddle like that. At least the curse thing made sense, or else I'd have discounted him as being insane himself.

"So, how I had to wonder what to do next. Far as I knew, I was cursed, shrinking for no reason, had no true purpose left in my life, and had no way at all of ending that life. Great. At least the enchanter fed me before sending me on my way, giving me a full stomach and an overfilled mind. I had more thoughts in my head that day than there were stars in the sky. I took a short walk around the village, but I saw nothing else I could do to offer anyone, as everybody seemed to be doing perfectly fine on their own. Nobody needs a fallen dragon...

"Once I left the village, I started walking faster, soon breaking into a run to get away. I didn't know why I had to get away from there, but I did. I couldn't stay a part of civilized society, not after I'd failed completely, then seen just how useless I'd become. I kept going, ignoring the feeling of lead in my legs, weight strapped to my back... if I died from exhaustion, I didn't care, not that it would make a difference in how I was living. If I did die, I'd just 'wake up' at dawn thanks to the godforsaken curse and start running again. Big deal.

"I kept going, several miles in that one direction along the trail, though it soon faded into the forest, apparently long-forgotten and never maintained. Finally, away from everyone. Away from everything. I was sure I could find enogh food and water to survive around here, and some kind of shelter... yeah, it would work. It had to. It just had to...

"That's when I heard some twigs snapping a few yards away. I looked around quickly for some hiding place, but the only way I had to hide was getting up into the trees, and none of the branches were low enough for me to reach; even the lowest were twice as high as I was tall. So I just stood and waited, figuring that any escape would just make things worse for me.

"I braced myself, preparing for the worst... it was only a deer walking by, though, though the deer stood perhaps a foot taller than I did, maybe two... it was unusually large, I remember, even though I knew I hadn't gotten any smaller. Getting all worked up over one deer... I took a few deep breaths, trying to relax myself. Slowly, I started to look around, taking note of where some things are, and wandering around to find others. By the end of the afternoon, I'd found a source of water, several kinds of fruits, and a cave system I could use for cover in bad weather.

"However, for my first night out, I didn't want to be completely out in the open, so I walked up to the caves, and slipped into one of the smaller ones, hoping at least that nothing would be able to fit inside with me. After a day of running and exploring, I think I needed about six seconds to fall asleep, if that. Sure enough, the dream came back to me again, and the titan was larger than ever... wait, this time, he was growing steadily larger even in the dream this time. I loved it... I wanted him even larger... and I got it.

"This time, however, I looked around, seeing the village again, in the distance... I started running towards it, even as he stomped it into nothingness with the same cruelly calculated precision he did before. I did manage to get to the city before he finished it off this time, and he paused to look down at me, considering... I remember hoping he would do something to me, even if just to give me a show... I watched, wide-eyed as he took his erect shaft in his paw and aimed right at me, showering me with his hot, gold urine again, knocking me to the ground and soaking me with it, forcing my muzzle open with the pressure.

"I was forced to the bottom by the pressure, yet - for better or worse - I came back to the surface before drowning, coughing and gasping for air. I could just barely move, and every movement I did make was hard, through the stinging liquid around me... the giant kept going even with me effectively pinned in place, stroking himself faster as fewer and fewer buildings remained... he walked away, to the far part of the village, leaving me only to watch as he loomed larger once approaching again, his feet crushing down even more heavily as he grew. Every time he crushed one building, my gaze shifted to the next one in his path, just to see it crumble.

"Soon, once again, I was the only one left of the village. He roared out as he climaxed, aiming right at me once again, coating me with his thick, white seed, near-drowning me once again, though his overpowering male scent alone nearly could have left me unconscious. The giant crouched over me, moving the tip of his shaft closer to me... I could have nearly fit inside, with how much he had grown. He clocked me out with a claw, though, and dropped me onto the dry ground outside where the village was."

The dragon pauses for a moment, berathing rather heavily... he looks down between his legs and blushes deeply. "I don't think I need to say that I was enjoying it now, do I? There was just something about the way he could casually destroy buildings we spent years creating in a matter of minutes, something in the way he crushed out lives or people as I would an insect... I've long since given up on trying to explain that appeal, but I know it's there. I know I like it. And I'll truly be damned if I'll give up one of the few things left that I can like. I just never thought I would ask for it like that, even in a dream.

"I silently begged him for something to give me release, any show of his power on me and me alone. He obliged when he placed his foot on me, though without with any real weight behind it, just pinning me squarely against the ground. Then he started to roll me about, some of the blood from those he crushed rubbing off onto my scales, as if painting me with the guilt. Slowly, he started to press down, grinding me against the earth as I was rubbed out, my bones creaking with pressure before they started to give way, one snapping, then another... then a sound like someone stepping on ice and I blanked out again.

"When I came around, in the morning, I knew it was just a dream, though the scent of male still lingered in my memory. I mrrred as I thought about the dream, then stood up... then paused when I realized there hadn't been room for me to do more than crawl around in there last night. I reached up for the ceiling, but it was out of reach. However, I thought I heard voices outside, so I started running for the entrance of the cave, hoping for answers once again."

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."

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...

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"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."