Once in while during a very rare mating season, dragons travel to a far off and neural land.
There, in the heart of the ancient forest, among the towering trees and shimmering streams, the dragons gathered for the Great Mating Dance. The air crackled with magic as their scales shimmered in the dappled sunlight, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the forest floor. Each dragon moved with graceful purpose, their movements hypnotic and primal. As the moon rose high in the sky, the forest echoed with the haunting melodies of their ancient song, calling out to potential mates from far and wide. And so, under the watchful gaze of the silver moon, the dragons began their dance of courtship, a breathtaking display of power and beauty that would determine the fate of their kind for generations to come.
Mis'alia a wingless dragon white in color, she was entranced by Liz'alia another wingless dragon, she was a strong warrior with an ax.
Mis'alia watched as Liz'alia moved through the clearing, her powerful muscles rippling beneath her white scales. There was a fierce determination in her eyes as she swung her ax with expert precision, the blade glinting in the moonlight. Mis'alia felt a surge of admiration for the warrior dragon, her heart beating faster at the sight of such strength and skill.
As the Great Mating Dance continued around them, Mis'alia summoned up her courage and approached Liz'alia. The warrior dragon turned to face her, a curious expression crossing her face. Mis'alia could feel her own scales flush with heat as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I have watched you from afar, admiring your bravery and prowess in battle," Mis'alia said, her words trembling slightly. "Would you honor me with a dance, Liz'alia?"
Liz'alia regarded Mis'alia for a long moment, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her eyes.
Mis'alia kneel before her, Liz'alia pussy was wet and longing, Mis'alia licked her juices, Liz'alia moaned from the pleasure of Mis'alia licking and enjoying her wet and moist pussy.
Liz'alia's scales rippled with arousal at Mis'alia's tender touch, her breath hitching as the wingless dragon's tongue danced across her sensitive folds. In that moment, the sexual energy between them ignited, an all-consuming fire that threatened to consume them both in its intensity.
As Mis'alia continued her sweet attentions, Liz'alia's body began to respond, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with the pleasure that flowed through her. She knew this was more than desire, it was a connection between them that transcended the bonds of their kind.
Their bodies meshed as one, their movements fluid and natural, a testament to the magic that bound them together. The ancient forest seemed to hold its breath as they danced, their fiery passion leaving trails of heat in its wake.
Mis'alia's eyes widened in shock as the massive dragon, Smaug, descended upon them, his intent clear.
He forcibly pinned Liz'alia down and shoved his hard massive wood down her wet, moist pussy. Smaug having penetrated Liz'alia said “You did a good job getting this bitch ready for me.”
She watched in horror as he pinned Liz'alia down with brutal force, her pleas for help falling on deaf ears as the other dragons continued their mating dance around them.
Zekrom grabbed Mis'alia and shoved his cock into her pussy. “You thought you’d be left out bitch?”
Mis'alia tried to struggle free, but Zekrom's strength was overwhelming. She could feel the invader deep inside her, his hard thrusts echoing through the ancient forest. She knew they were destroying what little chance she and Liz'alia had at true happiness.
She cried telling him to let her go but Zekrom continued pounding her pussy as if she was a doll.
Mis'alia's screams pierced the night air, echoing through the ancient forest as her body was taken by the invading dragon. She struggled and cried, but her cries were lost in the midst of the mating dance, ignored by the other dragons entwined in their own passionate displays.
Zekrom smiled, “Shut up bitch, I chose you to bare my kids.”
As Mis'alia lay beneath Zekrom, her body writhing with pain and fear, she prayed for the end to come quickly. But the dragon inside her seemed insatiable, relentlessly pushing deeper and harder into her sore pussy, leaving her bruised and battered. His words, meant to dull her spirit, only served to fuel her determination.
The other dragons continued their mating dance, unaware of the violence unfolding nearby. Mis'alia's heart ached for Liz'alia, hoping against hope that she was safe and that the night would end soon.
But the night dragged on, and with it, Mis'alia's suffering grew. Zekrom's thrusts became more brutal, more forceful, as he drove into her with a ferocity she couldn't comprehend. She screamed for help, for Liz'alia, for anyone who could hear her cries and save them from. Zekrom showed her Liz'alia. “Your girlfriend is having a blast with my friend.”
Mis'alia's eyes widened in shock as she watched Liz'alia, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Zekrom's friend, a massive dragon, held Liz'alia down and thrust into her with animalistic intensity.
The sight of Liz'alia being violated by the other dragon only served to fuel Mis'alia's determination. She struggled and screamed, her body writhing beneath Zekrom as he continued to penetrate her with brutal force. Her cries for help now mixed with a newfound rage, a desire for revenge against the dragons who had dared to shatter their love.
As Zekrom's thrusts grew stronger, Mis'alia could feel her own body responding in kind. Her pussy clenched around him, her pleasure mingling with the pain as they became one in their shared suffering.
Zekrom got closer and closer to filling Mis'alia with his cream.
The forest was alive with the sounds of the dragons' passion, but Mis'alia's anguished cries cut through the din. She could feel her body responding to Zekrom's relentless thrusts, her own pleasure mingling with the pain.
As Zekrom's primal roar echoed through the ancient forest, Mis'alia knew that her fate was sealed. He filled her with his hot, sticky seed, and she felt the warmth spread through her body.
In the distance, she could hear Liz'alia's screams grow louder, and her heart swelled with a mixture of relief and horror. She knew that her love for Liz'alia was stronger than any dragon's wrath, and she would do anything to save her.
As Zekrom withdrew from her, gasping for breath, Mis'alia pushed herself up. With her eyes blazing with fury, Zekrom grabbed her and started fucking her tits, hard and fast, driving her to the ground.
"You think you can defy me?" he snarled, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.
Mis'alia screamed in pain and anger, her hands clawing at his scales as she tried to push him away. But Zekrom was relentless, his cock thrusting between her perfect breasts, leaving a trail of sweat and lust in its wake.
In the distance, she could still hear Liz'alia's screams, growing more frantic with each passing moment. Mis'alia struggled against Zekrom, her heart aching for her lover.
Mis'alia saw Smaug enjoying her lovers pussy, Liz'alia’s pussy dripped and soaked Smaug’s dick. “Look at her, she’s soaking my dick in pleasure.”
Smaug laughed cruelly, his eyes glinting with triumph. He knew he had broken them, their bond shattered beyond repair. As he watched Liz'alia's pleasured cries echo through the forest, a smile spread across his scaly face.
Zekrom continued to thrust into Mis'alia's tits, each movement a reminder of her helplessness. She knew that her love for Liz'alia had brought her to this point, and she would do anything to save her.
As Zekrom's cock throbbed between her breasts, Smaug enjoying the pussy got closer and closer to giving Liz'alia his babies.
Mis'alia watched, her heart heavy with despair, as Liz'alia moaned and arched her back beneath Smaug. She knew that her love for Liz'alia had been their undoing, that their bond had made them vulnerable.
Suddenly, Smaug told Mis'alia to look at Liz'alia. Smaug was almost done defiling her and wanted Mis'alia to see him pour his seed into her lover.
Mis'alia's eyes widened in shock as she witnessed the horrific scene. Smaug's powerful thrusts grew more intense, and she could see the joy in his eyes as he prepared to release within her lover.
A tear escaped her eye as she remembered the love they had shared, the connection they had built. But now, it seemed that everything they had fought for meant nothing.
She looked back at Zekrom, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Are you satisfied now?" she whispered, her voice cracking with sadness and anger. "Did you break us? Did you win?"
Zekrom laughed cruelly, his cock still throbbing between her breasts. "Oh, Mis'alia, you have no idea what you're talking about. We're not done yet."
Smaug continued with Mis'alia watching every moment of it.
He pushed Liz'alia's legs wide apart, exposing her vulnerable and dripping pussy to the night air. Mis'alia could feel the heat radiating from Liz'alia's core, a stark reminder of the love they had lost.
Smaug's eyes locked onto Mis'alia's, a challenge in his gaze. "Make her scream, Mis'alia," he taunted. "Let her know the true price of love."
Mis'alia watched in horror as Smaug's cock disappeared into Liz'alia's tight, begging pussy. She could hear Liz'alia's cries of pleasure and pain mingling with the sounds of the other dragons' mating dance.
The world around her seemed to spin as Mis'alia realized the cruelty of this fate. She had been fooling herself all along, thinking their love was strong enough to withstand anything.
"No," she whispered still begging them to stop. 
Smaug reached his climax, Mis'alia's heart churned with a mixture of anger and despair. She had never felt so powerless, so helpless. And as Smaug's hot, sticky seed filled Liz'alia's pussy, Mis'alia knew that something deep within her had changed forever.
She watched as Smaug pulled out of Liz'alia, their bodies glistening with sweat and lust. Smaug's cock twitched as it dripped with their combined fluids, staining Liz'alia's flesh in a dark reminder of what had occurred.
Mis'alia's gaze met Zekrom's, and she could see the triumphant gleam in his eyes. He had won. He had broken them. And as he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her fluids, Mis'alia knew that there would be no saving them, no escape from the destruction they brought. Zekrom continued to tit fuck Mis'alia, he loved how her breast spread apart with his dick.
Their bodies still shuddering from their brutal felching, both Mis'alia and Liz'alia lay there, spent and broken. Smaug and Zekrom stood over them, their victorious grins fading into cruel satisfaction.
Mis'alia turned her head to see Liz'alia, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She reached out a hand, but it trembled in the aftermath of their forced copulation.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, the words catching in her throat. "I never meant for this to happen."
Liz'alia blinked, her tears slowing as she looked into Mis'alia's face. "You didn't know," she whispered back, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their frenzied mating.
Mis'alia closed her eyes, feeling a crushing weight of guilt and despair. She had lost Liz'alia, their love, and any hope of a future together. All that was left was the sound of their brutal mating and the smell of their carnal fluids, a constant reminder of the horrors they had endured.
Smaug and Zekrom looked at them, their eyes glinting with fierce triumph. They had broken them, shattered their bond, and left them in the wake of their dominance. “Sixty-nine” they said. “I want the two of you to lick out our cream as we watch” Zekrom said.
Mis'alia and Liz'alia looked at each other, horror and shame coursing through their veins. But they knew that there was no escape, no way to avoid the humiliation their captors intended. They licked each others pussies, the taste of the dragons cum filled their mouths as they tried to cope with their new reality.
The taste of the dragons' fluids was bitter and overwhelming, a constant reminder of the power Smaug and Zekrom had over them. But Mis'alia and Liz'alia knew that they had to submit to their captors if they wanted any chance of survival.
As they continued to lick each other's pussies, Smaug and Zekrom watched with savage satisfaction, their eyes never leaving the two lovers. They knew that they had ultimate control over their prisoners, and they relished in the power they wielded over them.
Mis'alia and Liz'alia tried to block out the sounds of their captors' pleasure, their own bodies shaking from the intensity of the act. But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't escape the reality of their situation.
They were broken, shattered, and completely at the mercy of their captors. They had lost everything they had fought for, and now they were forced to endure a life of humiliation and degradation. As they continued to lick each other's pussies, they knew that there was no way out. They had lost themselves, their love, and their freedom, all in the name of the dragons' twisted desires.
As the night wore on, Smaug and Zekrom grew more aroused by Mis'alia and Liz'alia's submission. They took turns fucking the broken pair, driving them deeper into the abyss of degradation. Each thrust was a reminder of their power, each moan a testament to their dominance.
Mis'alia and Liz'alia sobbed quietly as their captors continued to use them, their bodies shaking with the shock of what had happened. But they knew that there was no escape, no way to fight back. They had lost everything, and now they emptied all their cream into them until there was nothing left but despair and emptiness.
Smaug and Zekrom yawned “These sluts served their purpose.” Smaug said. He called for Guilmon and noivern to take over. As the two dragons approached, Mis'alia and Liz'alia trembled, knowing that their ordeal was far from over.
Guilmon anal fucked Mis'alia as noivern licked her pussy while fingering her pussy as Mis'alia moaned.
As Mis'alia's body arched in pleasure, Liz'alia could only watch in horror, tears streaming down her face as the humiliation continued. Smaug and Zekrom watched with satisfaction, their eyes filled with a wicked delight at the sight of their broken prey.
Guilmon's erection pulsed as it slid in and out of Mis'alia's willing ass, the sound of her moans echoing through the night. Noivern's tongue delved deeper into Liz'alia's pussy, her fingers thrusting inside her, driving her to the brink of madness.
The two women were all Smaug and Zekrom could think about. Their bodies were theirs now, their pleasure their new reality. They would never escape this cruel fate, never find the happiness they once knew.
As Guilmon and Noivern continued their relentless assault on Mis'alia and Liz'alia. Noivern told Liz'alia to worship her pussy.
"Kiss it, taste it," Noivern commanded, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Make sure you savor every last drop of my nectar."
Liz'alia shook her head, tears streaming down her face, but she knew there was no escape. She leaned in, her lips slowly tracing the curves of Noivern's pussy, her tongue flicking at the sore, swollen lips.
Noivern let out a low growl, her arousal peaking as she felt Liz'alia's tongue exploring her most intimate parts. "That's it," she purred, her hand gripping the back of Liz'alia's head, pushing her closer. "Show me how much you crave this, how much you need it."
Guilmon's thrusts became more aggressive, his cock sliding in and out of Mis'alia's ass with a cruel rhythm. Mis'alia cried out in pleasure and pain, her body arching and bucking to meet his every move.
Noivern moaned as Liz'alia's tongue delved deeper into her pussy, her fluids coating Liz'alia's lips and tongue. The taste was overwhelming, a mix of bitter and sweet that only fueled Liz'alia's desire for more.
As Guilmon's cock burst inside Mis'alia's ass, filling her with his hot, sticky seed, Noivern let out a loud moan, her own climax washing over her. She gripped Liz'alia's head tighter, their bodies trembling together in the aftermath of their brutal assault.
Smaug and Zekrom watched from afar, their own desire still burning hot within them. They had broken Mis'alia and Liz'alia, shattered their hearts and souls, and now they would savor the fruit of their labor.
As Mis'alia and Liz'alia lay panting and spent, their bodies still shuddering from the intense pleasure and pain they had endured, Smaug and Zekrom approached them with a cruel grin.
"You've been a good sport, my little sluts," Smaug said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But now it's time for you to repay the favor."
Mis'alia and Liz'alia looked at each other in horror, their minds racing as they tried to understand what their captors could possibly want from them now. But before they could even form a coherent thought, Smaug and Zekrom wrapped their claws around the backs of their heads and forced their faces towards their groins.
"Now, you're going to show us how much you really love cock," Smaug growled. "Lick, suck, swallow. Make sure we know that you truly are our property."
As Mis'alia and Liz'alia begrudgingly complied, their cheeks burning with shame and humiliation, Smaug and Zekrom let out a satisfied growl. They had broken the women, shattered their spirits, and now they would revel in their submission.
With each stroke of Smaug's and Zekrom's cocks, Mis'alia and Liz'alia felt their souls being stripped away, their very existence reduced to nothing more than obedient sex toys.
But still, they licked and sucked, swallowing the bitter fluids that their captors forced down their throats. Their bodies trembled with the intensity of their ordeal, but they knew that there was no escape.
In the end, as Smaug and Zekrom watched with a cruel grin, Mis'alia and Liz'alia lay limp and defeated, their bodies still trembling from the intense pleasure and pain they had endured. But they knew that they were nothing more than broken, shattered, and completely at the mercy of their captors. Reshiram scissored Mis'alia, and noivern scissored Liz'alia, their powerful bodies enveloping the women as if they were nothing more than prey.
Mis'alia and Liz'alia cried out in pain and pleasure as the dragons continued their assault, their bodies melding together in a twisted union of submission and domination. Their screams echoed through the night, a testament to the power that Smaug and Zekrom held over them.
Reshiram's breath was hot and fetid against Mis'alia's face as she struggled to breathe. Her body bucked and twisted beneath the dragon's powerful grip, each movement driving her deeper into the abyss of degradation.
Noivern held Liz'alia down with a vice-like grip, her claws digging into the woman's flesh as she savored the sound of her screams. Liz'alia's mind raced as she tried to find a way out, but she knew that there was no escape. Smaug shoved his dick down Liz'alia thoat.
Liz'alia's throat convulsed around his cock, her body shuddering as she struggled to breathe. She gagged and retched, but Smaug's strength was overwhelming. He fucked her throat, driving deeper and deeper until he was balls-deep, his cock throbbing as it pounded into her.
In the distance, Mis'alia could hear Liz'alia's screams, her own body being violated by Reshiram. She knew that this was it, their lives were over. They had lost everything, their bodies and souls now belonging to the dragons.
As Smaug's orgasm built, his cock swelled and pulsed within Liz'alia's throat. She gagged and coughed, her body trembling as she felt the hot, sticky seed fill her mouth.
Reshiram's breath was hot and fetid against Mis'alia's face, her body ravaged and used to its fullest. But Mis'alia knew that she had no choice but to endure. She looked up at Reshiram, her eyes pleading for mercy, but all she received was a cruel, sadistic grin.
With a final, powerful thrust, Reshiram's pussy erupted, filling Mis'alia's pussy with hot, sticky juice. She cried out in pain and pleasure, her body trembling as Reshiram's juices mingled with her own fluids.
Zekrom shoved his dick down Mis'alia throat. “Better make me cum fast slut, or my cum will be your last meal.”
Mis'alia struggled to breathe, her throat burning as Zekrom's cock invaded her throat. She tried to gag him but he held her head firmly, his cock throbbing with his arousal. She knew she had to please him, to make him cum.
With a last desperate attempt, Mis'alia used her tongue to swirl around the head of Zekrom's cock, sucking and licking. The taste was bitter and unpleasant, but she forced herself to focus on the feeling of his cock sliding down her throat.
As Zekrom's orgasm approached, he gritted his teeth and thrust harder into Mis'alia's throat. Her eyes watered and she gagged, but she swallowed every last drop of his cum, her body trembling with the effort. Zekrom smiled. “You love my cock slut?”
Mis'alia managed a faint nod, coughing and spitting out the last remnants of the dragon's cum. "Yes," she croaked, her voice hoarse from the intense pleasure and pain she had endured.
Zekrom let go of her head, allowing her to catch her breath, but he did not relent his hold on her body. He continued to thrust into her, the visceral act of domination a clear reminder of the power dynamic between them.
Liz'alia continued to gag and choke on Smaug's cock, her body arching and twisting with each powerful thrust. She tried to pull away, but he held her down with his claws, his cock swelling and throbbing as he neared climax.
Smaug grunted and groaned, his beastly growls echoing through the night as he pounded into
Liz'alia. Her screams of pain and pleasure mingled with the sound of the wind and the
crackling of the fire that burned nearby.
Mis'alia watched in horror as Liz'alia's body shuddered and convulsed, her throat gagging and
heaving as she struggled to swallow Smaug's cock. Her eyes met Mis'alia's, pleading for help,
but Mis'alia could only watch in silence.
Noivern's claws dug deeper into Liz'alia's flesh, her body trembling as she struggled to hold herself
together in the face of such overwhelming power.
The dragons retreated to their lairs, leaving Mis'alia and Liz'alia trembling in the aftermath of their fate. The echoes of their tortured screams and pleas still lingered in the air, a haunting melody that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
Mis'alia and Liz'alia lay there, still trying to process what had just happened. They had been violated, used, and broken. They had lost everything they had ever known and loved. But in their despair, they still clung to each other, a small thread of hope tying them together in the face of unimaginable darkness.
As the reality of their situation set in, Mis'alia could feel the tears welling up in her eyes again. She had never felt so powerless, so completely vulnerable. And as she looked up at Liz'alia, she saw the same pain reflected in her lover's eyes. Months later they started dating their bellies big with the children the dragons left them.
Mis'alia and Liz'alia stumbled through the days that followed, their bodies weathered and tired from carrying the weight of their pregnancy. Every twinge, every craving, every moment of discomfort was a constant reminder of the monstrous creatures that had taken them, used them, and left them to bear the consequences.
Throughout their pregnancy, Mis'alia and Liz'alia struggled to find some semblance of normalcy. They tried to cling to the memories of their old lives, but they were slowly slipping away. The dragons' fluids still lingered in their bodies, tainting every moment, every touch.
As their due date approached, Mis'alia and Liz'alia tried to prepare for the unknown. They didn't know how they would raise the children, or how they would survive in this world where dragons ruled with cruelty and brutality.