The Magnificent Malzeno

There’s a searing ache in your chest. A sledgehammer would’ve felt better. Your leg trembles as you plant your foot down and try to get back to your feet. You glance up at Malzeno at the other end of the rubble-filled throne room, where he struck you, his snout raised in apparent contempt. The harsh light of the moon seeps through the ornate windows, casting an eerie purple glow over his dark scales.

The beast’s red eyes seem to intensify as he glares down at your crumpled form. “How amusing. You barely landed a strike on me, and yet you still think you have a chance.” His golden talons rattle along the blade of your longsword, each metallic clank sending another shiver through you. “Surely you need this first, hunter? Come and get it.”  

A jolt of pain shoots through your back as you try to lift yourself. As you’re halfway up, your legs give out. You stumble backwards, another pang pulsing through you as your shoulder blade smacks the stone tiles.

A slow laugh echoes through the empty room. It’s elegant—too elegant—as if the monster practised for it to be as mocking as possible. “I take it you surrender, then? I expected better from one who dared come alone. Alas, you’re just as weak as all the others.”

You crane your neck up. Still, the monster remains in place. If it weren’t for the flicker of his eyes, he could be mistaken for a statue. That he could finish you at any moment burns in your mind, yet arrogance forces you to return an insult. “Curse you, foul beast! You fought dirty!”

The red of Malzeno’s eyes brightens as he scoffs. “I fight on my own merit. Unlike a certain coward, I don’t require armour and sharp sticks to hope to hold my own.”

His foreleg stomps down beside your weapon. His claws grind deep into the stone, the resulting sparks illuminating the room orange as he flicks his claw towards your longsword, flinging it to the far wall. The scraping of metal against stone is like nails on a chalkboard, made more horrible from the sight of your only possible salvation sliding further and further away.

“I don’t need petty tools.” Malzeno raises his foreleg and flexes his golden talons towards you. “I have these—”

You’re battered by a sudden whoosh of wind as Malzeno splays his wings. They cloak him from the light spilling in through the window, coating his face in shadow. They don’t hide the glow of his eyes, however, nor his fangs just below, glistening in the crimson light.

“—and I have these.”

You raise your arm to your face. “W-what are you saying?”

Malzeno doesn’t respond. His rows of jagged red teeth grow wider as his maw curls into a cruel smirk. He slams his foreleg back onto the floor, scattering dust and stone. He then raises his other foreleg and takes a heavy step towards you.

You try to lift yourself, but another throb of pain from your chest makes you tumble. “W-wait! Please!”

“Would you have shown mercy to me, hunter?” He takes another step.

“Please, stop! I’ll leave—never come back!” You shuffle backwards, kicking your legs against the stone, pushing yourself away from the encroaching monster.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make certain of that.” Without ceasing his incessant leer, his tongue slithers out, splatting against the left ridge of his bone-like snout before curving along its entire length.

Your back strikes something solid. You don’t dare break your gaze from Malzeno to check what it is. “W-what, what are you going to do?”

“It’s rare for fresh meat to present itself to me. And ones as young and succulent as you are quite a delicacy.” Malzeno’s head frills spread open as his three-prong tail pounds against the floor. “After your insolence, I intend to savour you.” His maw parts as a snarl—dripping in ravenous anticipation—rumbles through your flesh. “Especially the taste of your fear.”

Your skin prickles as each stomp brings those huge fangs closer and closer. His blood-red gaze is penetrating, and though you squirm and kick, whatever’s behind you doesn’t give way. “Please, no! I’ll do anything!”

“Good.” His eyes are blindingly bright. Their red glow envelops your trembling hands as you hold them up to your face. “Then struggle for me. Struggle with everything you have until the very end.”

His hungry gaze becomes too much to bear. You look away, down between the beast’s legs. His haunches tense and ripple with each step, and his tail swings behind them like a scythe, nicking against the floor as if it’s a grindstone. It feels as though your entire body has gone stiff. Even your breathing stiffens as his forelegs finally come to a halt—mere feet away from your outstretched legs. His head must be right above yours.

A sudden crunching noise from above causes you to twitch. Dust and rubble hammers the ground in front of you. It clears just in time for you to witness his foreleg lift from the ground—its talons flexing and clenching, casting a golden gleam—before moving towards your neck.

“Now, now, hunter. Don’t hide your precious little face from mine.” The curved edges of Malzeno’s two larger talons press into opposite sides of your throat. Their flesh-rending tips glide upwards, along the arch of your jaw, before sliding to the centre of your cheeks. “Your eyes are almost as beautiful as mine. I want to see them as you succumb to terror.”

His talons tense against your throat as the monster pushes your head back. You clutch at them with your hands, but they dig in as you try to tug them off. You can only squeeze your fingers harder and harder around the unbending talons as they push your head back further and further, forcing you to peer up at the sinister visage awaiting you.

With a sudden shove from Malzeno, the top of your head thumps against whatever’s behind you. The pain isn’t enough to distract you from his glare. His golden horns have dug themselves deep into a stone pillar—what must have halted your escape. His face leers down at you, his menacing eyes as vibrant as ever.

Another snarl rumbles down the pillar and against your back as the monster’s maw widens like a fissure. With talons pressing into your sensitive neck, you’re forced to stare as the black abyss grows wider. Strings of drool connecting to his razor-sharp incisors glow crimson before they snap and dribble out of his maw, the hot slobber splatting against your forehead and nose. His long tongue wiggles out, adding a further helping of drool as it flows down off the tip, coating your face.

Malzeno smacks his tongue against his bony snout, breaking the strand of slobber connected to your head. “Adorable. Absolutely adorable. Stay still, hunter—I need a closer look.”

A wretched grinding noise echoes through the empty room as he drags his horns down the pillar. Your eyes water as scattered flecks of stone and dust batter your face like rain. Still, he doesn’t let you look away as he comes closer—his talons remain perched around your throat.

Soon, his eyes move out of your vision, leaving you to peer at his silver snout, tinted red from his eyes. Yours are soon drawn to his bone-crushing fangs and the surrounding velvety flesh of his maw. The pink disappears into blackness as you glance at the entrance to his rippling gullet.

Malzeno growls, glazing your drool-drenched face in a humid wave of metallic-scented breath. “Your wide unfocused eyes, the quivering of your lips—so perfect.” He takes a slow series of huffs that pound against your eardrums from their sheer intensity. “The grimy scent of fear seeps from you, hunter. But how does it taste?”

Slobber or sweat—perhaps a combination of both—oozes down your face as his glistening tongue flickers inches from your eyes, taunting you as it twirls about. Another splatter of saliva strikes your lips as he jerks his tongue forward, lashing at your forehead. You reach up to shield your face, but his talons tense hard into your neck, forcing your hands back to pull at his grip.

With your face undefended, Malzeno’s forked tongue—framed between iridescent red fangs—splats against the underside of your chin. It rolls upwards, over the ridge of your jaw and towards your lips, trailing a thick stream of drool that tingles against your cold flesh. His tongue prods at your lips, almost slipping between them, before flicking to your cheek and exploring the rest of your face.

Malzeno hums as he laps at your forehead, the rumble of his throat travelling through his tongue to knead your face. He trails his slimy tongue to your ear, soaking your earlobe before flicking towards your temple.

Drool pools within your ear. Unfortunately, it doesn’t dampen your hearing enough to avoid hearing Malzeno say, “Delectable,” as he splats his tongue against your other ear. This time, he swirls it around—drenching the side of your neck—before swiping up and matting your hair with sticky slobber.

With an almost euphoric huff, Malzeno withdraws his tongue and pulls his head back. The penetrating glare of his eyes returns as he looks over your saturated face.

“You’ve passed the taste test, my little hunter,” he says with sinister glee. “Do you know what that means?”

His talons release your throat—only to lunge for your torso before you can move. They squeeze at your chest, wrapping around your back and binding your arms to your sides. Vertigo washes over you as he hauls you off the ground, stepping backwards and dislodging his horns from the pillar. You hear the cracking and snapping of material much harder than your bones as his head snaps free.

Malzeno lifts you higher, towards his throat, his smug leer still unbreaking. “I think you know what it means. There’s only one suitable use for a weakling like you.”

“P-please… don’t eat me!” You thrash your aching legs, but they only meet air.

“Surely you knew of that risk before you dared to stand before me.” Malzeno reclines his lower half to sit on his rear haunches. He raises his other foreleg and grabs your lower body, restraining your kicking legs. “If not, I pity your foolishness. But I owe no mercy to fools.”

“No! Please, I’m sorry!”

“You should be grateful I’m giving you a proper purpose. It would be such a shame to let someone as cute as you go to waste.”

His talons squeeze tighter; your chest burns as you struggle to draw a full breath. You gasp and squirm with all your might, but his claws may as well be reinforced steel entombing everything but your drool-soaked head. The monster scoffs at your paltry attempt to free yourself, before he pulls you to his neck. You sink face-first into his plum-coloured feathers, the soft plumage stroking your bruised skin like a silky cravat. Your vision darkens as he squishes you against the meaty hide underneath.

Malzeno’s throat rumbles—vibrating through your entire body—as he snarls from right above your head. “Allow me to demonstrate the fate that awaits you.”

From the embrace of his neck feathers, you hear him take a mighty breath, and then a forceful, wet gulp. His neck muscles bulge out, squashing your face and squeezing the breath out of your chest as the lump of air ripples down his long throat. You sputter and take a desperate gulp of air yourself as the throat flattens again.

There’s a gravelly sigh from above. “That insignificant lump will be you. Very soon.”

You pant, trying to catch your breath.

Malzeno—perhaps amused by your lack of response—simply chuckles, though the sounds coming from his maw are now almost a whisper. “You’re shivering—scared for your life. Good. Now let me see the fear in your eyes.”

Instead of pulling you out of his neck, he drags you up it, ruffling you through his plumage and forcing you to take the reserve trip of that earlier gulp. Your forehead—still slick with saliva—grazes against the coarse scales of his lower jaw as you skim along its underside. You’re pulled up beside a crimson eye. Unable to block the intense red glare with your hands restrained, you’re forced to squint. His pupil—if the beast even has one—is lost within the blazing red, though you somehow know that he’s taking in every last inch of you.

Malzeno blinks, and the ambience shifts to dim purple for a brief moment. “They’re beautiful. Just like mine.”

His breaths become louder, raspier. His vivid eyes remain locked on you, as if he’s seeing through you, trying to claw out something buried deep within. Your soul, even.

“Your blood,” he says.

“My… my blood?”

“In your throat—I could feel your blood pumping past my talons. Your essence.”

You gulp, though it hurts with your mouth this parched.

Malzeno rolls his tongue along the rim of his bony upper jaw. “I desire its source.”

A weight lifts from your torso as Malzeno unfolds an index talon. It doesn’t offer any relief, however; he soon angles its sharp tip towards the left side of your chest, just above your pectoral.

The terrifying realisation strikes. “N-no!”

“Yesss!”

His talon adjusts, making several subtle tilts, pinpointing the precise location.

And then it lunges.

Pain. It pierces your skin. Though only enough to draw a trickle of blood.

He pulls his talon back and taps it against the puncture wound. “There.”

Your heart is right there, he means to say. He waits for you to speak, though it takes several seconds for you to compose even the most basic of requests.

“Please… don’t…”

“It’s beating so fast. Faster than before.” He presses his talon against your chest. “All it’d take is a single jab, hunter.”

Your jaw twitches, but no more words come out.

“All that delicious lifeblood… mine.” A glob of drool oozes from the corner of his maw.

“P-please…”

“But that would be a waste of a perfectly good meal.” Malzeno withdraws his talon, curling it back towards his maw. “And where’s the fun if you’re not kicking and pleading until the end?”

The monster’s tongue twirls around the bloodstained, golden tip of his talon, licking it clean and leaving behind a shiny, wet gloss.

“Divine,” he says. “I hope you taste as good.”

His talons slip from your lower body, leaving it to dangle. Even with your newfound freedom, you’re unable to offer more than a meek kick in resistance. You tremble as he directs you to the front of his maw, and those shivers only intensify as his velvety wings encircle you, hiding you away from the outside world. Like tapestries, their thick membranes dull the light from the windows, though they trap in the blinding red of his narrowed eyes.

You somehow find the strength to tilt your head up, returning the monster’s glare. “Just… get it over with.”

“What’s this? Giving in already?” Malzeno tilts his head.

“You’ve won. Just do it.”

“That’s no fun.”

“Fun?”

Malzeno’s talons loosen around you. “It’s no fun when my prey resigns itself to their fate. Not this early, at least.”

“I’m not going to give you the satisfaction.” You restrain the urge to spit. “A horror like you gets some sick enjoyment out of this, don’t you?”

“I don’t intend to hide it. You tried to hunt me, and now I’m revelling in your defeat.” He brings his free foreleg towards your head. “Your own hubris has reduced you to nothing more than a plaything. And so, it’s only fair that I play with you. Thoroughly.”

You chuckle, though it quickly shifts to a wheezing cough. “A… plaything? You treat all your meals like this?”

“No, not all.” He weaves a talon through your matted hair, coiling it around and gliding it along your scalp. “You should be grateful I found you the least bit cute; you deserve so much worse. But alas, my bias towards beauty has kept you breathing.”

“I’m honoured.”

“Now, now, no need for sarcasm. Besides, I can’t have you giving up yet. I still want to see those gorgeous eyes glimmer with hope.”

You groan from another sting in your chest. “What… now?”

“I merely desire a kiss, hunter.” Malzeno’s maw parts, his tongue sliding out from between his slick fangs. “Grant me that, and I may decide to spare you.”

“May?” You do your best to smile in defiance as those crimson-lit fangs close in. “Sounds like… you just want to humiliate me one last time.”

One of Malzeno’s claws rubs behind your ear—almost affectionately—making your hair stand on end. “You’ve got nothing to lose, so why not take a chance? I’ve already crushed your pride. All that’s left is your life.”

“Dammit…” You’re not defiant enough to throw away a chance at surviving this nightmare.

“That’s a yes, then?” His maw curls into a fang-filled grin. “All you need to do is open your mouth, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Again, you restrain the urge to spit. You grind your teeth once more before opening your mouth, doing your best to scowl—to convey even the slightest hint of defiance. That only coaxes a self-satisfied smirk from the monster in response.

“Good boy.” Malzeno runs his talons through your drool-soaked hair before resting them behind your head. They press into you, guiding your face closer to his slimy, forked tongue. It sways and twists from between his fangs, eager for your arrival.

It’s only upon seeing that tongue extend further from his maw does the uncertainty about what you’ve agreed to take root. The monster’s tongue has about the girth of your fist, not to mention it’s at least two feet long. How does one kiss a beast this large? Is he just going to press his lips against yours? Maybe it’s just another lick. Surely not an actual kiss, tongue and all?

Your worst fears become apparent as his huge tongue rolls closer to your tiny mouth. And they’re all but confirmed when he says, “I hope you can hold your breath.”

“W-wait, what are you—”

SPLLLK-GURLP—

It only takes a single ram. The beast’s meaty tongue smooshes against your lips before squeezing between them with a surge of pressure. The tongue folds onto itself to squelch inside before flattening within the roomier confines of your mouth, bulging out your cheeks. Drool spreads over your taste buds, setting them alight with a metallic flavour reminiscent of blood. Your eyes cross, staring in bewilderment at the impossibly large tongue somehow slithering deeper and deeper into you.

But panic only sets in when you feel a prodding at the entrance to your throat. You try to pull away, but the talons at the back of your head are as firm and unyielding as that pillar was. Worse still, they push you forward—closer to the bulk of his tongue. The appendage splats about at the back of your mouth, kneading against your gums, before jolting forward. There’s a sickening squelch as it squeezes into your tight gullet, lodging itself within your throat.

Your eyes water. A gurgling retch emanates from your neck as your gag reflex kicks in, but it’s for naught; the only way to remove this overwhelming obstruction is if Malzeno wills it. And, based on another forceful shove from behind—driving another few inches of unending tongue down your throat—he’s not intent on showing mercy.

You would plead, but the only sound you can project is a wet, warbled whimper. That seems to encourage him—more of his tongue ripples deeper inside you. Its fatter mid-section puffs out within your mouth, stretching your lips and cheeks and causing your jaw to ache.

And to add insult, he hums. Or growls, or purrs, or coos, or some other wordless taunt to make it clear just how much he’s enjoying your panic and utter helplessness. Whatever it is, his sounds of joy vibrate down his tongue as it jerks about, tickling your insides.

Besides the pink flesh of Malzeno’s maw, you can only see copious amounts of semi-transparent, gloopy slobber dripping off his tongue. It oozes along your lips as it plunges deeper, flowing over the ridge of your chin and saturating your chest. The foul-tasting fluid also pools within your mouth. Despite your body compelling you to swallow, it’s impossible with your throat stuffed full of wriggling monster tongue.

Suddenly, Malzeno’s grip around your torso wanes. You frail your weakening body, and your arms slip out of his grasp. They shoot to that enormous tongue without thinking, grabbing onto its textured, girthy edges. Your hands squeeze and yank—pulling and pushing in random directions—but they only slide along its slippery form. Even when you get a proper grip, all your remaining strength does no more than jostle it, causing its tip to squirm within your burning throat.

It’s only then that the realisation sets in—you’re suffocating. How long has it been since you’ve drawn even a half breath of air? A while. You’ve been too busy panicking for your oxygen-deprived brain to warn you. It held out for as long as it could. But now it’s all unravelling.

You try to squeeze tighter around the tongue, but your hands don’t clench. And then they slip. You try to reach up to grab the tongue again. But you can’t find the strength. Your arms dangle in the air for a few moments. And then they fall limp.

Your vision begins to blur. Now two tongues are choking the life out of you.

There’s an unexpected sensation; something cold is lifting your hand—Malzeno’s talon. It moves towards your neck. With a gargle, you stretch your fingers out. They squeeze at your bulging throat, pressing back against the humongous tongue lodged within. Malzeno’s talon glides beside them, its curved edge indenting the squirming lump. It doesn’t offer any physical relief. But there’s an odd comfort in not dying alone—even if your only company is a murderous monster. At least he found you attractive. It was nice to hear that.

Your arm falls from your twitching throat, limp.

Everything fades to black.

…

SLUUR-CRPH—

You wheeze and heave, taking a hoarse gasp of air before coughing and sputtering. Your breaths are croaky as you work to refill your lungs, your vision focusing as your panting slows.

As you regain your composure, the first sight to greet you is—of course—Malzeno, staring down at you.

“Sorry, I was always a bit of a sloppy kisser.” There’s not a speck of sympathy on his monstrous face.

“Ow… w-why?” you ask, before being overcome by another coughing fit.

“Hm? I was gentle—no blood, no lasting damage. That surely wasn’t so bad, was it, hunter?”

“I-I was about to die…”

“Nonsense—I was watching your beautiful eyes the entire time. Once they began to fade, I relented.”

They definitely did more than ‘begin to fade’, but now’s not the time to argue. “Y-you promised you’d let me go. You got your kiss, so unhand me!” You squirm against the talons, but they’re as tight as ever.

“Oh, did I now?” He cocks his head. “But you put so little effort into that kiss. It was rather disappointing…”

“W-what?”

“Why don’t you prove just how much you desire your freedom?” Malzeno’s face becomes stoic. Serious. “All you need to do is one last, utterly simple thing.”

Oh god, what does this monster want now? You stay silent as he lowers you. Your heart jumps as your feet meet the comforting ground, though your legs shake when he finally unhands you, leaving you to support your own weight for the first time in what feels like hours. You manage to stay standing, lifting your head to meet his intense leer.

“Don’t even try to run,” he says. “I promise you won’t get far.”

“What… what are you doing?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he curls his body around and steps in place. There’s relief as—for the first time since you wandered into his castle—he breaks his crimson gaze and faces away from you.

That relief doesn’t last.

He folds his front legs and leans forward, lowering his rump to your eye level. Almost lazily, his three-pronged tail flicks up and sways over your head, revealing what hides underneath.

As you lay your eyes on the dragon’s twitching hole—tucked just beneath the thicker base of his tail—his intentions become very clear. He takes a single step back, keeping his ass level with your head. The sweat coating the rim of his muscular ass, likely the result of your earlier scuffle, glimmers in the faint light. The monster looks over his back, his bright red eyes staring you down as he gives his order.

“Lick my ass.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” He smirks, baring his razor-sharp fangs. “My body requires worship, and what better way is there for you to prove your devotion to me than licking—no, worshipping—my glorious asshole?”

Despite his infuriating vanity, glorious certainly isn’t an understatement. His words echo in your mind as your eyes dart over his powerful haunches, glistening with sweat, making them gleam like wet steel. Their muscles ripple underneath his dark scales, straining to support his weight. Your eyes catch the hot pink of his cock peeking out from beneath his thighs—a small strand of white drooling from the tip—before you focus back on his hole. The tight, triangular entrance, tinted pink near its centre, seems to clench and relax in rhythm with Malzeno’s breathing. As a drop of sweat streaks out and down his rump, your mind turns to the thought of burying your manhood deep within, feeling his muscular walls kneading—

“Why are you hesitating?”

The tip of Malzeno’s tail pokes your back, causing you to stagger forward, closer to his tailhole. As you gasp in surprise, you breathe deep his rich, earthy musk, almost overwhelming your senses. A wave of warmth strikes your saturated face and bare torso, as if all the beast’s body heat is radiating from his rear.

Malzeno’s face disappears from view—eclipsed by his enormous rump and flanks—but his words remain as clear as ever. “How about some words of encouragement?” His voice deepens to a growl. “Worship my ass, or I’ll snap you in half like a twig, you worthless plebeian. Do you understand?”

In contrast with his words, his tail prods gently at your back, urging you to step closer. Despite being free of his grip, you feel just as powerless before him. You swallow hard and take a deep breath. Bracing your hands on his sweat-slickened inner thighs, you bring your face to his left cheek and run your tongue from the bottom curve of his rump to the side of his tail, avoiding his sweaty asshole.

“There,” you say, pulling away. “I licked it.”

“Hah! A valiant attempt to flaunt my order.” His tail brushes against the left side of your head, nuzzling your face to the right. “But I said worship. I want your tongue in my ass. Wiggle it in as deep as you can, and don’t you dare pull out until I’m satisfied.”

“B-but… but what—”

“Surely you value your puny life enough to suffer this small disgrace?” Malzeno bucks his rump back towards you, the meaty hide around his hole rippling outwards. “Submit, hunter. Worship. My. Ass.”

There’s no way out of this. You whimper, and with another long breath of humid, musk-drenched air, reach out your hand. Your fingers run along the warm hide of his rear end. They trace over some slight grooves as they move towards his winking asshole, but his rump is otherwise firm and smooth. Inch by inch, the warmth oozing through your fingers intensifies, before they finally touch the sides of his tailhole. They run along the edge, leaving trails in the sweat and confirming your suspicions that all the warmth is centred at his ass—like heat leaking from an ajar door to a sauna.

“I knew you were crass, hunter, but it seems like you’re enjoying the view back there a tad too much. How shameful.” His mocking tone makes your face even hotter. “Do be sure to take your time. Many never have the privilege to worship an elder dragon’s asshole, especially not as thoroughly as you’re about to. Consider yourself lucky.”

You run a finger down one of the triangular corners, stopping as his pucker clenches tight before relaxing a second later. Seeing your opportunity, you slide two sweat-covered fingers inside, parting the sphincter for a moment. In the next, it clamps down around your digits like a vice. You gasp, feeling the hot tightness of his hole as it pulses around your fingers, trying to pull them deeper. You oblige, squeezing them further, straining against the resistance of his taut muscles; his hole seems impossibly tight for a monster of his size.

Before long, you bury the entire length of your fingers inside him. His tight entrance rapidly contracts and loosens around your knuckles as if eager to suck in the rest of your hand. Malzeno growls low in his throat before saying, “Good boy. Now lick it.”

“O-okay…” You start to pull your arm back, your muscles tensing as they fight against his hole’s unyielding grip. 

“What sort of response is that?” Malzeno snarls, the rumble vibrating through his body and your fingers. “I am the object of your worship and will be addressed accordingly. Do you understand?”

His commanding tone makes you tremble—though not just in fear. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Good boy. You may begin.”

Your fingers slip free with a wet plop, though his hole remains tensed, twitching in apparent anticipation of the next entrant. You bring your face closer and run your tongue along his ass, tasting his sweat. His body shutters and his rim spasms, clenching and relaxing excitedly as if trying to catch whatever’s teasing its entrance.

You press your head into Malzeno’s toned butt, coming to rest just underneath the base of his tail, its heft and scales weighing down on you. You rub your nose against the sweaty hide just above his hole, inhaling deeply. His masculine scent fills your nostrils, almost overpowering you with sudden dizziness.

“Enjoying my scent?” He thrusts his hips back, buckling lower as he rocks his ass into your face. Your mouth smacks against the damp hide right beside his tailhole, and his wonderfully earthy sweat tingles your lips.  

An affirmative hum is all you can muster with your mouth planted into his rump. Instinctively, your tongue laps at the inner curve of your lips, over his sweat, and his musky flavour soon spreads throughout your mouth.

Struck with curiosity—and with glistening dark hide obscuring your sight—you bring your hands towards his tail before stretching them apart, feeling along his rump to take in its full size. As you near your total arm span, you start digging your fingers into the thick hide, trying to pull your hands that little bit further. You groan into his ass, overjoyed as your fingers finally wriggle around the curve of his rump. You grip down onto his flanks, admiring the raw strength exuding from the monster’s toned muscles, rippling just underneath the taut surface of his hide.

Malzeno seems content to let you take your time in taking in his magnificent body. You stand in awe, soaking in your own sweat, as you admire his rump and the utter girth your arms had to overcome to even embrace it.

The monster suddenly tenses, his flank muscles bulging out from under your hands. He holds the flex, letting your palms run over every throbbing inch of his bulk within reach. His entire form is brimming with power; it’s no wonder he utterly crushed you.

“Wow,” you say, your mouth muffled against his rump.

“A bit of a handful, isn’t it?”

You knead your fingers back and forth, massaging his firm muscles as they pulse in your hands. “Mm-hm.”

“You should be proud that you put up enough of a struggle to make me sweat. Now’s your chance to enjoy the fruits of your labour.” Malzeno chuckles as his tail presses into your back, stopping you from pulling away—if you weren’t already beyond the point of trying. “It feels like an eternity has passed since I last had someone’s face back there, so don’t keep me waiting any longer—lick.”

You moan your acknowledgement, and, with your hands still squeezing his meaty flanks, glide your tongue towards his wrinkled pucker. While his giant rump consumes your vision, the rapid twitches of his hole and thickening layers of potent sweat guide you to his tight entrance. You roll your tongue around his soft, inviting rim—mixing his sweat with your drool—before narrowing in on his entrance. In time with his muscles relaxing, you ram your tongue forward, breaching the rim before it clamps down.

The muscular walls of his ass squash around your tongue before pulsing inwards. You close your eyes as you lap at his insides, each of his shudders helping to work your wriggling tongue ever deeper. Before you know it, your lips press against his quivering tailhole. You seal your mouth around it, enjoying the slight ridges of his pucker kneading your lips in time with the throbbing of the walls around your tongue. You grip harder around his flanks as you shower Malzeno’s glorious asshole with kisses, all the while licking, stroking, and rolling your tongue throughout his tight hole.

“Oh my, someone’s eag—”

You jab your tongue forward—deeper—resulting in an encouraging grunt beyond the fat ass you’re smooshed against. Malzeno’s flank muscles quiver against your sweat-drenched palms.

“F-fuck, that’s good. Deeper—bury your tongue deeper!”

Your heart hammers, the thudding now noticeable. You take a deep breath through your nose, though his musk leaves you lightheaded. “Yes, sir,” you mumble into his tight asshole.

“Good boy… and suck my ass while you’re at it!”

Planting one last noisy kiss, you move on to sucking at his pucker while squirming your tongue deeper, bit by bit. You’re desperate to please him, even though the thought of doing it for self-preservation left your mind ages ago. A fiery urge from your waist reminds you of your own swelling need, but you don’t dare to pleasure yourself without his permission.

Malzeno seems to be enjoying himself just as much; his hole massages your tongue faster than ever, and his booming groans—reverberating through his thick rump—are almost crystal clear in your ears. His thighs tremble against your sides as you speed up your tender rubbing and kneading of his flanks. He grinds his ass against your saturated face, the tip of his tail smacking the ground behind you as you slurp at his tight sphincter.

Malzeno gives a long groan as you thrust your tongue back and forth as hard as you can, his voice strained. “More, more! Don’t you dare stop!”

Part of the base of his tail wraps around the back of your head, tensing, holding you in place—face half buried in monster asshole. Though you can’t think of any place you’d rather be. The tip of his tail batters the ground, clanging as the metal prongs strike the stone. He rocks his haunches back and forth, humping at the air before pushing his ass back towards you with a splat. Hot streaks of drool drip down your chin with each impact.

You feel proud; he wants it so bad. He craves the sensation of your tongue plunging into his hole. Your face flushes at the thought, though the cool breeze rushing in through the windows—contrasting with the heat radiating from his ass—almost makes your knees buckle. You stay strong, however, continuing your devotion to the best asshole you’ve ever had the privilege of worshipping.

Suddenly, cold steel brushes under your chin, along your neck. “Enough. It’s about time we move on to the main course. We both need this.” The pressure on your neck forces your head back, though you treat his throbbing flanks to a parting squeeze before letting go. A string of saliva hangs from your lips, connecting your mouth to Malzeno’s spit-soaked hole. It snaps as his tail pushes you away.

You break your gaze from the monster’s ass and look up. Malzeno stares down from above, his neck twisted to observe you.

“W-what do we both need?” you ask.

“Your effort hasn’t gone unnoticed.” Malzeno gestures his head down.

You look below his rump, underneath his body. His ridged cock sways between his legs, now entirely out of his slit. Girthy trails and globs of precum coat the dark stone beneath him. 

“But a tongue can only do so much,” he adds, “and you want to do so much more to me, don’t you?”

You glance down at your own throbbing cock. “Y-yeah.”

“My, so blunt and unashamed about it, too.” He leans forward and reclines his digitigrade hindlegs back, bringing his sweat-covered haunches closer to the ground. “Climb on.”

Confused, you squeeze your hands around his haunches and lift yourself up, planting a foot on each of his hindlegs. Once you’re on top, they suddenly move closer together. You wrap your hands around the thick base of his tail to keep your balance. It’s only once his thighs come to a stop—squished together—that you realise Malzeno’s intentions. With you standing on his haunches, his lubricated asshole is in line with your crotch.

Malzeno’s gaze bores into your eyes; his wordless order is unmistakable. You shuffle towards his hole, brushing your cock against his butt until you feel his pucker flexing against its tip. The heat oozing from his entrance brings your self-control to its limit.

“What an honour you’re receiving tonight, hunter,” he says, grin widening. “Few ever have the privilege to hunt an elder dragon. Even fewer can say they’ve succeeded. But you—MMPH!”

Your self-control doesn’t last; you plunge your entire length into his saliva-drenched hole with a single thrust. As your hips strike his rear with a moist splat, you lurch your upper body forward, bracing against the base of his tail. Malzeno’s twisted neck jolts forward, towards you, the monster seemingly in shock from your brazenness. His walls clamp down, squeezing at every inch of your cock. In reflex, you reach out and wrap your hands around the golden horns adorning his head.

As you pull your hips back—keeping just the head of your cock within that snug asshole—Malzeno snorts at you, his eyes wide. “Such insolence! How dare—NGH!”

You bury your shaft into his ass with another thrust. His internal muscles tense again, contracting inwards, desperate to pull you deeper.

Malzeno jerks his snout closer to your head. His furious glare only makes you tighten your grip on his horns. “If you disappoint after that display, expect—GRH!”

You pound him again—hard. Your balls smack just beneath his hole, splattering against the sweat and drool dribbling down from it.

“F-fuck, don’t you dare fucking stop!” Malzeno pants as you thrust into him again, his hot, humid breath washing against your wet face.

You feel the chill of his steel tail tip prodding against your back before it glides down to your ass. One of its prongs squeezes between your cheeks. You gasp as it twists its way down, its icy surface running over your hole.

“Such a—Mgh… naughty little hunter.” Having regained some composure, Malzeno begins to buck his hips back in tempo with you. He clenches his ass tight as you thrust forward, loosening as you pull back, working his hole to milk you for all you have to give. His tail prong adds to the intense sensation, rolling over your tight rim and teasing its entrance each time you thrust.

You feel as if you’re already riding the edge, though all you can do to brace yourself is pull Malzeno’s horns closer to you—along with his menacing maw. He pants and grunts, a thick string of spit drooling out of his mouth and splatting onto your forehead. You look up at him, your eyes wide. His mouth opens wider, revealing his nimble tongue. It extends from his mouth and slithers along your cheek; as long as it’s not being forced down your throat again, you can handle a bit of tongue.

Though the jagged growl right beside your ear is a bit more concerning. Malzeno huffs, his hot breath battering your earlobe. “You belong to me now. Understand?”

“Y-yes, sir.” You’ve already submitted to the incredible tightness of his ass. Saying yes just feels right.

“You will do whatever I tell you from this day forward. Understand?”

You nod, biting your lip. All you can think about is how good it feels fucking his ass, long-term consequences be damned!

His nostrils flare as his bony grin widens. “Good boy. Now make me cum.”

You buck forward again, bracing all your weight against Malzeno’s tail. He tucks his head above yours, leaving your face cradled against his silky neck plumage as his throat rumbles, kneading your forehead. Though, in time with another thrust, a sharp grunt vibrates through his neck. You thrust again, trying to maintain the angle—another loud grunt.

Could it be? You moan into his feathers, excited at your potential discovery. “I… I think I found your prostate…”

Malzeno snorts, but he doesn’t say a word. Looks like you’re right.

You keep hammering away at the spot while his deep, throaty groans become louder and louder. Each time you strike, his ass grips down and shudders, milking your aching cock. He hastens his backwards thrusts, and you speed up to match, each rock of your hips smacking your waist against his firm rear. Almost an interlocking machine, your shaft bounces in and out of his meaty ass like a piston, while his insides clench hard as you strike his prostate. Your muscles ache, but the thought of blowing your load deep within an elder dragon—one who defeated you, no less—sends tremors coursing through your body.

Suddenly, Malzeno jerks his head back. His tail wraps around your waist, pulling tight and limiting you to short, rapid thrusts. A fat glob of drool leaks from the corner of his maw as his tongue tenses, his piercing red eyes clenching shut. He unfurls his wings around you, flapping them once and blocking all but his head from view. The velvety membranes seem to ripple and twitch. Even the rhythm of his anal muscles seems to break down; they spasm before the slick walls lock tight, pulsing against every inch of your dick.

The realisation strikes when you hear a faint splatter coming from beneath you, accompanied by a rolling groan from Malzeno. Holy shit—he’s actually cumming! The sudden pride in bringing an elder dragon to climax hands-free quickly transforms into pure arousal. He’s not just cumming—he’s cumming with you buried hilt deep in his tight asshole. Your nuts churn from the thought alone, and the powerful contractions of his ass and the lewd splatter of fluids from below overwhelm you with jolts of pleasure.

Still thrusting, you lean in, resting your lips against Malzeno’s snout. “I-I’m about to—”

His blazing eyes shoot open. His long tongue squeezes in between your lips and wraps around your own. He moans into your mouth, and you return an unbridled moan of your own as you reach an explosive climax. His walls embrace your cock like a vice, throbbing in time with the splatters of Malzeno’s orgasm, rippling inwards.

You’re too dazed to control your own tongue, leaving Malzeno’s to twirl throughout your mouth, even lapping at your own. Thankfully, he’s gentle this time. You purse your lips around his tongue’s thick midsection, sucking at it while you both pant into each other’s mouths, riding out your respective orgasms.

Soon, your strength gives out. Malzeno’s tongue glides out between your lips before he pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths for a second. In the next, you slump forward, your chin coming to rest on top of his snout as your thrusts peter out. You let go of his horns, and your arms fall limp. Malzeno’s eyes remain fixed on yours as his tongue—almost affectionately—splats against your neck, glazing your skin in hot, sticky drool.

Even as you recover, you’re unable to look away from his gaze. His eyes burn with some fierce emotion. Anger? Lust? Or, perhaps, power—utter control over you.

After a long sigh—and partly from nervousness—you decide to break the silence. “I, uh, might have gotten carried away there…”

“Indeed. Pure recklessness.” He lowers his wings, revealing the barren stone of the castle once more. “Perhaps the same recklessness that brought you here in the first place.”

“Ah, well…” You fumble over your words as you pull yourself off his snout, taking in his expression. He’s so hard to read. Is he mad? Being playful? “Uh… at least the night ended better than I thought it would.” You flash a small smile, hoping to bait some sort of reassurance from him.

Unfortunately, Malzeno smirks—not smiles—back. “And to think I was going to eat you…”

You laugh, but stop as Malzeno’s expression doesn’t change. “You weren’t actually planning on doing that, right?”

Malzeno only blinks in response. “I wonder. Some things are best left to our imaginations, don’t you think?”

Well, that’s certainly not the reassurance you were hoping for.

“Now then,” he says, looking away, “as fun as it is having you inside me, aren’t you forgetting something?”

You gulp. “T-that I belong to you now?”

“Hm? Oh, sure, but more importantly, you wouldn’t leave a mess in the presence of royalty, would you?”

A warm trickle of cum rolling down your thigh makes his meaning clear enough. You slide your still-hard cock out of his ass and step down from his haunches. He lifts himself up, bringing his ass back to your eye level. A trail of white oozes from his hole and dribbles down his left haunch, bright and glossy against his dark scales. His ass—pink and glistening—is clenched tight, keeping the rest of your mess from drooling out. Malzeno really has some incredible muscle control back there.

You press your face into his warm rump, rolling your tongue towards his asshole and scooping your cum up along the way. Once your tongue glides along his pucker, his hole shudders, loosening and letting a large dollop of cream leak out. Malzeno’s ass tightens again as you lap at it, swallowing the cum pooling in your mouth. You grab the top corners of his tailhole, stretching them out as you smoosh your lips against his ass, ready to catch the resulting flow.

“Hunter,” Malzeno says as his hole twitches, letting another small streak of cum ooze out. “What are you doing?”

“Mmm…” You swirl your tongue around his rim, slurping every inch as it quivers against your mouth. You slip your fingers into his ass and spread his entrance, only to be rewarded with another fat glob of cum. “Cleaning you up,” you say, your voice muffled against his pucker.

“Oh, please.” You hear him scoff or snort—you can’t tell which. “There’s a more pressing issue than your meagre load.”

Slipping your tongue inside, you circle it around his hole once before pulling away. His hole clamps shut again, but not before a tiny white trail curls down one of the wrinkles of his pucker. You run your tongue along it, dragging your lips to the centre of his glorious asshole and parting from it with a wet smooch.

After gulping down everything in your mouth, you ask, “What’s the more pressing issue?”

“Look under me.”

His heavy tail pushes down on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees. You stare between his meaty haunches and gasp. Only the pink tip of his cock remains, teasing you as it peeks out from his slit. A girthy string of white connects the tip to what you can only describe as a puddle of cum, glazing random sections of the once-grey stone underneath Malzeno.

You wrap your hands around Malzeno’s haunches, trying to brace yourself as his tail continues to nudge you forward. “T-that’s, uh, quite the mess.”

“Indeed—I’ve been pent up. You should be proud you caused all that. But, given you caused it, it’s only fair that you clean it.”

“T-there’s a lot…”

“Not to worry.” Malzeno’s tail pushes down on your head, inching your face closer and closer to the thickest batch of dragon cum—right underneath his still-leaking cock. “You have the time. The night is still young.”