Welcome to day 10 of DDD! This is a story I made featuring some characters from the author {fa:kiwiBB}! You may recognize him if you’re a big fan of furry ballbusting!! This story involves his characters, Azra and Pax, both dragons, having some naughty fun together~

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This story contains: FxM, femdom, ballbusting, edging, castration~
 
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Word Count: 1893

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	Azra and Pax sat beneath a tree, far on top of a hill, near a city full of mortals, watching the sunset calmly. Pax loved to watch the simple beauty of the sun shining off Azra’s golden scales, the majestic light slowly fading from her as the great ball of fire in the sky sank down and plunged the world into darkness. Pax’s scales were quite nice too, a beautiful shade of green, perhaps a bit less shiny and lurid, but they carried their own kind of sublime beauty, one that had no dependence on the shift of the environment, that was beautiful no matter where it was-

	“AGH!” Pax groaned in pain as Azra stood, her back facing the green dragon, and slammed her large, scaled tail down onto his ball sack, the smack loud enough that a few of the nearby townspeople heading to bed could hear it echoing on the wind. It left a nice, tail-shaped bruise, indenting the sack a little right in the middle.

	“Come on, babe, get your head out of the clouds.” Azra turned to face him. She was completely naked, as was Pax; her pussy was dripping already, a malicious smile on her face. Her claws were newly sharpened, and her eyes were filled with lust, staring right at Pax’s long shaft, which was slowly hardening as he examined his partner. Both his balls and cock were covered in scales, though they were more tender… and much more defenseless. “I told you I’d watch the sunset with you, but you know I asked for something in return~”

	He sighed and gulped; no matter how many times he did this, it never got any easier or less scary. “I-I know. How do you want to do it today?”

	“Well~” Her tail swayed behind her, eager. “Hitting you with my tail actually did give me a bit of an idea~ Lay down for me~”

	Pax did as she asked; the hill was nice and grassy, flat at the top. It was surprisingly soft, due to how long the grass was, but not in the way a mattress was - definitely much rougher than a cushion, but he still enjoyed it. The stars shone above them, slowly appearing more and more as the sun was pulled further down; at least the atmosphere was nice. 

	Azra kneeled down, grabbing Pax’s cock and putting his tip against her pussy. “Remember, honey - no cumming~ If even a little bit of white stuff comes out of this cock, I’m going to hang you from that town’s gallows by your testicles and make the townspeople throw stones at them~”

	“U-understood,” Pax said, nervous - he had a feeling he wouldn’t have much choice in whether or not he would be releasing a load today, considering how Azra seemed to have her ways of pushing it out of him. 

	“Here we go~” She slowly let Pax’s tip slip inside of her hole; he moaned immediately, a very quiet murmur of a moan, but one filled with pleasure. Azra hadn’t let him fuck her in the longest time - he’d been so needy. Even just feeling the tip of his rod being cradled by the moist, fleshy walls of Azra’s warmth made him want to squirt, but he held himself back. The gold dragon lowered herself, further and further, until only a few inches were visible, the rest stuffed inside of her. “Ah, wonderful~ I missed this feeling~” She smirked. “But it’s far from the best part~”

	Pax began to sweat in nervous anticipation as his shaft throbbed inside of her; his tip was just a hair away from her cervix. He knew how the gold goddess loved it - she’d be having him pound her into oblivion as she pounded him in a… different way. 

	Azra slowly coiled her tail around Pax’s ball sack, right where it connected to the rest of his body, strangling them nice and tight, then stretching them out; Pax grimaced, grinding his teeth, the pain of his orbs being so separated from him trickling throughout his nervous system already. They had gotten nice and swollen from the tail beating earlier; they were nice and large, enough so that Azra could barely hold one in her claws. They made for great targets. “Alright, now, would you reach behind the tree and hand me what you find~?”

	Pax tilted his head in slight confusion; he hadn’t seen anything earlier, but he hadn’t necessarily checked. He did as she said, reaching behind him, just barely able to get his hands to the spot… and he dragged out, by the hilt, a full-on, iron morning star. It was heavy, a brutal weapon, with a short hilt and a round head covered with spikes; he felt dread creeping all over him as he handed it to his lover. “Y-you aren’t going to…”

	She chuckled, grabbing his sack with a hand and strangling it, uncoiling her tail and grabbing the morningstar by the handle; she was strong, and her tail was lengthy, two traits that made it much easier to do this while still having Pax’s length shoved deep inside of her. “Better hope this is the best sex of my life…” she took the morningstar back, holding it upright, near the green dragon’s jewels. “...cause the moment I feel unsatisfied, I’m going to swing this thing nice and hard, and I don’t plan to leave any survivors~”

	Pax felt his body begin to shake lightly, out of fear; he gulped and nodded, placing his hands on Azra’s hips. “A-alright!” He gulped one more time as Azra raised her body up a bit, letting Pax do the work.
	
	He pushed his hips up, forcing his cock right back into her slit, getting nice and deep with it; he went in, and out, slow and tender at first, but slowly speeding up, until he was pounding his length deep inside of her, all the way, in and out, over and over again. Azra moaned in pleasure, shivering as she felt his shaft throbbing, veins sliding against her insides, filling her with pleasure and joy. Every time her cervix was pounded by the massive, needy edge, lightly coated with hot precum, she moaned; it was painful and pleasurable at the same time, a perfect mix for her particular set of twisted qualities. She put her claws on Pax’s chest, leaning over, watching his hips as he thrust in and out, moving like a machine, his nuts hitting the ground over and over. 
	
	It was wonderful, but it was missing something - that being the best part. Truly, Pax was doing a good job, not just because he was good at what he did, but also because he was quite scared of that morningstar being put to use. Azra always felt that sex was best when the submissive was nice and scared, feeling their little shakes of terror and watching the fear in their eyes. But it was even better… when they were in pain~

	Without warning, she slammed the medieval weapon right down on Pax’s sack. His eyes widened as he felt the impact; the spikes dug into the skin, not puncturing it, but making nice, sharp, painful indents. However, the blunt force of the rest of the weapon was the most painful part - he felt that big, metal ball slam down into both of his baby-makers, large enough to crush them both, flattening them, coming down, hard and fast enough that it didn’t stop until it collided with the ground.

	“AGHHH!” Pax screeched much more loudly, longer, more pained, as both of his testicles were churned, his sack now turning into nothing more than a crushed storage unit for copious amounts of cum. As the impact was made, he filled his lover with his seed, pumping it into her like the hose on a firetruck, grabbing her hips and pulling them down, digging his claws into her scales, filling her cervix and entire pussy so full that her whole body felt hot and horny from the sensation. She squirted, letting out a moan that was barely heard due to the volume of Pax’s pained cries, leaving some femcum on his crotch, warm and sticky, like a consolation prize for losing.

Semen dripped out of the slit as he relaxed, falling down onto the ground, shaft still hard as Azra stood up, gently swaying the morningstar left and right like a clock’s pendulum. 

	“Ah, that felt wonderful~” She smirked, putting two claws inside her sex and opening it just a little, letting some semen drip out. “But it looks like you failed our little challenge~ Would you mind reaching behind that tree and handing me the other item~?”

	Pax grimaced, following her instructions, grabbing a coiled-up rope this time - when did she put all these things here? His claws shook in agony as she handed them to her; the ache of his castration made his whole body almost immovable, being only barely manageable due to the amount of pain he was used to receiving from her. He looked at his balls as he sat up to hand the coil to her, seeing that they were crushed and bruised purple; it was a horrible sight, but if he focused, they’d be healed up within the next ten minutes (though the pain wouldn’t end).

	“Thank you~” She knelt down and tied the rope around the base of his sack, nice and tight. “Heal up fast, darling - I want to hang you up before morning comes so I have some time to grab some big rocks~ I wanna test out my idea a bit before the townspeople do~”

	“Urgh…” Pax moaned in pain. “Y-yes, my love,” he said, closing his eyes and focusing on the healing, as she requested. He was the god of healing, and she was the goddess of destruction - they couldn’t be more different, and yet, they were perfect for each other in the strangest ways. Ten minutes later, Azra was walking him by the jewels down to the town square like he was a dog - it was about to be a very long night, and an even longer day, but the green dragon had grown to love it… even if he would’ve liked a break every now and then.