BB Mythology - Irresistible

Once there was a god named Xonos. Xonos was the God of Stamina: an eager and inexhaustible young dragon, with the strength to work all day. His scales were an irredescent blue that shimmered like the surface of the ocean. His dedication and determination were renowned amongst the gods, and his fierce loyalty made him a friend to all.

But despite his tireless work and endless effort, Xonos could not obtain the one thing he desired most — Lyn.

Lyn was the Goddess of Pleasure, and her presence brought joy and happiness into the hearts of all who knew her. It also brought a deep longing into the loins of Xonos, who ardently admired her voluptuous curves. His eyes often lingered on the ruby-red scales of her bosom, and the elegant arc of her tail, and the intoxicating swell of her hips. When he was alone, Xonos often found himself thinking about her: his thoughts hazy, his pulse racing, his member hard as stone.

The two dragons were friends, but for eons, they did not grow any closer. Xonos delighted in Lyn’s every glance, and shuddered at her every touch, and yet the female seemed blissfully unaware of the strength of his affection. Xonos’s dedication did not falter…though after a while, his stones began to ache at the mere sight of her.

One day, Xonos came to Ayo for advice. Ayo was the patriarch of the gods, and wise in the ways of women.

How do you do it? Xonos asked.

…I do not understand, replied Ayo.

You and your mate, continued Xonos. You are so well matched. You love her and are loved in return. Your passion flows deep like a river, and carries you both forward in its current. You fit together like puzzle pieces, one snug inside of the other.

Yes, said Ayo. I am lucky to have Iara, and she is lucky to have me.

I only wish that I were so lucky, said Xonos. My passion for Lyn is like a waterfall: a great deluge, which falls from the highest cliff and is scattered on the rocks below. My body aches with the need of her. If only she would have me, I would want for nothing else.

Ayo looked at him for a moment, thinking.

Love requires sacrifice, Ayo said finally. What are you willing to sacrifice for her?

Anything, replied Xonos. I would endure the harshest winters and the mightiest storms, the sharpest knives and the heaviest weights. I would endure it all and more to feel her body pressed against mine, and to feel our hearts beat as one.

Are you certain? asked Ayo. Love and lust may conspire to make you suffer in ways that you could never foresee.

I already suffer, Xonos replied. Lyn torments me with every waking moment, and with every sleeping moment as well. I would welcome suffering, as long as it were at her hand. If she wishes me to weep, I will weep; and if she wishes me to tremble, I will tremble; and if she wishes me to cry out, then I shall cry out. I would give her my body as a plaything, if only to be close to her, and I would be content to suffer.

I see, said Ayo. And what do YOU want from HER?

I want to be irresistible to her, said Xonos. I want to always feel her touch, and to feel her warmth around me, and to see love in her eyes. I want her to stoke the flames of my desire ever higher, until there is nothing left but my passion for her, and to hear her squeal with joy.

Ayo thought long at Xonos’s words. He and Iara had sometimes thought that the two would make a good couple, but he had not realized the depths of Xonos’s affection.

…I will speak to Lyn, said Ayo finally. I believe that she could love you. In fact, I believe that she may already love you. But as I said, love often comes with unexpected costs. Are you prepared to pay those costs?

Xonos stood tall at Ayo’s words, and his eyes shimmered with delight.

I am prepared, he said. I can endure anything, and I would give anything to be with her.

Ayo nodded. So be it, he said.

—

“Nnnnnnguh…”

It was barely past sunrise, but Xonos had already been awake for hours. Days, it seemed like. The blue dragon blinked slowly, staring straight up at the sky. He forced himself to take a deep, slow breath.

Beside him in bed, Lyn still slept, blissfully unaware of how tense her partner had become. The red dragoness looked as peaceful as a saint, her breasts rising and falling with each quiet breath. Her head rested on Xonos’s shoulder, and her bare body was pressed up against his right side. Xonos’s arm was curled around the sleeping female, grabbing a palmful of her rear. He was sorely tempted to wake her up, but he knew better — it’d never worked out in his favor in the past.

Xonos exhaled slowly, willing himself to relax…but then Lyn’s claws twitched in slumber, and his whole body trembled in response. The male bit back a whine of desperation, his eyes squinting shut against the stimulation. Every atom in his body seemed to be vibrating, and even though he had tried to fight it all morning, the God of Stamina couldn’t stand it any longer. The male craned his neck and opened his eyes, peering down the length of his own body. He was greeted by the same sight that greeted him every morning: his own rock-hard dick.

And rock-hard it was. His member jutted out sharply from his groin: a thick length of dragon cock, throbbing visibly with each heartbeat. Xonos’s morning wood was always like a bar of iron, but today it seemed even stiffer than usual. At the tip of his cock, he could see a drop of precum glistening in the morning sun, like dew on a flower. Just below, Lyn’s claws were curled protectively around his nutsac, cradling the male’s balls in her palm. She liked to fall asleep while holding on to his gonads — at least, on the nights where she didn’t feel like holding on to his erection instead.

Xonos bit his lip and moaned, his gaze drifting back and forth between his own dick and the naked, curvy female snuggled up against him.
He was [i]insanely[/i] horny. As always, he had considered trying to jerk off before Lyn awoke, but that idea was a futile one. That was one of the terrible downsides of being the God of Stamina: no matter how hard he tried, Xonos could never make himself cum. Oh sure, he’d tried — hundreds of times. He’d spent entire days with his hand wrapped around his cock, and entire nights humping whatever he could get his claws on. It was no use. No matter how pent up he was, it was impossible for the dragon to finish himself off.

But Lyn — oh heavens, Lyn. Lyn could push him to the brink of orgasm with just the lightest touch. He’d been infatuated with the female ever since they first met, and that infatuation had only grown over the years. Her long strong legs, and her firm ass, and her perfect tits, and her gorgeous smile…there weren’t words for how flawless she was. Even after an eternity as mates, she was still the sexiest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Unfortunately, Lyn almost never made him cum either. Not that she ignored him! On the contrary, Lyn was constantly going out of her way to lavish attention on the dragon’s dick. She toyed with his erection almost non-stop: with slow, absent-minded strokes, or with wet, sloppy licks, or with other teases that left Xonos’s balls boiling over with unspent seed. Barely a minute went by without her touching the poor dragon.

And Xonos enjoyed her attentions! Honestly, he did. He just wished it would occasionally end with an orgasm. He hadn’t actually cum since…well…a while ago? He couldn’t remember, exactly. Lyn had worked him into a frenzy so many times that he had eventually lost track of it all. Still, he was pretty sure that Lyn HAD made him cum at some point. That, or maybe he had spent so many hours fantasizing about it that he could no longer tell the difference…

Lyn’s claws twitched again, and Xonos watched his penis twitch in response. The drop of precum at the tip of his cock fell to his stomach, where a small pool of precum had been growing all morning. Xonos inhaled through his teeth, and his grip on Lyn’s butt grew tighter. This was pretty much how he always woke up these days: with an erection made of steel, and with Lyn’s claws curled around his blue, blue balls.

Still, it could be worse. A few nights ago, Lyn had had some kind of nightmare, and Xonos had woken up squealing, with his left nut squeezed halfway out of shape. Lyn had been extremely apologetic, sure, and she’d even gone down on him to help ease the pain, spending a good twenty minutes polishing his stones with her tongue…but then she’d fallen asleep again with his balls still in her muzzle. Xonos had considered trying to extract his testicles from her mouth, but the last thing he wanted was to wake the sleeping beauty by surprise, for fear that she might just bite his gonads clean off. Instead he’d spent the rest of the night sweating bullets, his heart pounding and his stiff cock twitching, praying that Lyn’s dreams weren’t food-related.

Finally, Lyn stirred.

“Mmm,” she purred, snuggling up to her partner. Her eyes opened slowly. “Good morning, hon. Guess we slept in, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” managed Xonos, tearing his eyes away from his dragonhood and meeting her gaze. Lyn was a bit taller than he was, and he always felt a bit small waking up next to her. “How did you sleep?”

“Good!” She yawned, reaching up with her free hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes. “I had this weird dream about a volcano erupting — just, like, tons of lava that covered everything. It was really hot.” She blinked. “How ‘bout you?”

“Uh.” Xonos’s eyes flicked to his erection, then back to Lyn. “Good.”

Lyn followed her partner’s gaze, chuckling silently as she noticed the male’s eagerness. “Ah. I see.” Her hand was still wrapped around the male’s ballsac, and she gave his twins a gentle squeeze, fondling the heavy orbs and watching another drop of pre drool from Xonos’s cocktip. “Well SOMEONE sure is frisky today.”

[i]Just like every day,[/i] thought Xonos, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a groan. That was followed by a second, louder groan as Lyn abandoned his balls and took hold of his dick, her fingers curling around the stiff and throbbing length. She gave him one long, slow stroke from tip to base, and it was all Xonos could do not to melt into a puddle of hormones.

Lyn grinned. Her mate’s cock was almost hot to the touch. “You must have been dreaming about something good, eh?”

Xonos gawped wordlessly for a moment before he finally managed to string together a sentence. “I…oh fuck, baby, that feels [i]so[/i] good.”

“I’ll bet.” She smiled and rolled her eyes, and gave the male’s shaft one more slow pump. “Unfortunately, I don’t think we have time for a quickie this morning — we’re meeting Pax and Azra for brunch, remember?”

The blue dragon let out a sound that was half-growl, half-whimper. “C-come on,” he pleaded. “It’s not that late — we can fool around for at least a [i]few[/i] minutes.”

“Hmm…” Her hand slowed to a stop, but one finger continued to rub against the underside of the male’s hard cock as she considered her choices. She could feel every little spasm that ran through her partner’s body. His right hand gripped her ass, hard, though she could tell that he was trying not to hurt her. Her tail curled lazily behind her.

“…I’m not really in the mood for a handjob.” she finished, after a long pause. 

“What?” Xonos replied with a mix of disappointment and despair. His eyes were still glued to Lyn’s hand, even though it had stopped moving. When she pulled it away, a thin string of precum was left hanging in the air, connecting her forefinger to the tip of his dragonhood. “But…but please, hon, I—“

“Shh.” She placed a finger to his lips. “I said I don’t want to give you a handjob. I’d much rather do…”

Xonos’s heart skipped a beat as the curvy female adjusted her position, sliding down the length of his body.

“…this,” she finished, her muzzle now level with the dragon’s prick. She looked over her partner’s thick member, her claws moving to encircle Xonos’s spunkmakers once more. She gave the swollen orbs another gentle squeeze, and grinned as Xonos squeaked quietly in response.

Xonos watched and trembled, the rest of the world forgotten as Lyn closed in on her prey. The female was [i]so close[/i] to his cock, and yet as the seconds ticked by, she kept her distance, hovering a few short inches away. Her warm breath washed over him, making him twitch frantically with every exhale. His balls ached so fiercely that he could have sworn they were being crushed under a rock.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck [i]PLEASE,[/i]” the dragon begged.

Lyn looked up at him and gave a sly wink — then slurped down his dragonhood in one quick gulp.

Xonos let out a ragged moan, his toeclaws curling in pleasure. Instinctively he tried to thrust his hips, but the female held him down, her forearm laid across his stomach to help pin him in place. Instead she kept her muzzle still for a long moment, not moving, feeling his length throb needfully against her tongue. Then slowly — slowwwly — she slid back up his length, inch after saliva-soaked inch reemerging into the open.

“You taste good,” she commented. She closed her mouth around the tip of his cock again, suckling on the tip for a few seconds before letting it slip from between her lips with a wet [i]pop[/i]. “You always do.”

The blue dragon’s reply was unintelligible gibberish, but he seemed happy enough.

“Mmm,” crooned Lyn, pressing her nose to the underside of his shaft. She followed his cock downwards to the point where it met his scrotum, then nuzzled at his aching testicles, cradling the cum-stuffed orbs in her claws. “And I just [i]love[/i] your blue balls,” she purred, swiping her tongue across her partner’s scaled sac.

Xonos gasped as she took his nuts into her muzzle: first one, then two. He shuddered and shook as she rolled them on her tongue, sucking gently on the two swollen spheres. It had been so long since his last orgasm that even this gentle play sent a powerful ache through his groin, but nonetheless his dick continued to twitch and spasm — especially once Lyn wrapped her fingers around it again, and gave him a few more agonizingly slow strokes.

The next few minutes were a hazy blur. Xonos teetered on the brink of orgasm as Lyn continued to make out with his cock, taking the occasional break to suck on his balls or to give him a few firm pumps by hand. Before long, he felt ready to erupt. And yet…

[i]Slurp.[/i] “Well, I think that’s enough of that for now.” The red dragoness gave Xonos’s cock one more sloppy kiss, then pulled away, wiping the precum off her muzzle.

Xonos’ heart dropped like a stone. “B-…but—“

“No buts — we need to get going!” Lyn was already starting to get up, her mate’s erection seemingly forgotten. “We’re gonna miss brunch.”

“But—!” Xonos reached out to grab her arm, a hint of desperation in his voice. “Baby, I need to cum so bad!”

Lyn looked down at him and raised an eyebrow…then flopped down next to him once more, propping her head up on one elbow. Her breasts were practically in his face. “Oh come on, hon,” she soothed, stroking his bare chest. “You asked for a few minutes, so I gave you a few minutes. If we take any longer, we’ll be late — that would be rude!”

Xonos bit his lip. “I need to cum [i]so bad,[/i]” he echoed. His cock was so hard it hurt, and he found himself completely intoxicated by the red dragoness. He could picture her body underneath his: the two of them tangled together, his dragonhood buried balls-deep inside of her, their cries of ecstasy filling the room. His eyes drifted to her full, luscious breasts, and then to her soft, grippable hips, and then to the slit nestled between her legs—

Lyn giggled, pulling his muzzle into her bare chest. “Oh, you’re so silly. We can fuck after brunch — you can hang in there for a few more hours! Besides,” she continued, reaching back down to wrap her claws around his swollen balls, “I want THESE nice and full for later.”

Xonos’s pupils narrowed to pinpricks as Lyn gave his testicles a firm squeeze. Even under the best of circumstances, that kind of grip was hard enough to bring tears to his eyes — but freshly blue-balled, with his nuts stuffed to the brim, Xonos felt like his testicles might burst.

Still, he wavered. “B-but—“ he protested, torn between the bare breasts in his face and the claws that seemed ready to scramble his eggs.

“No buts,” the dragoness repeated. “Unless you want me to squeeze harder.”

The female’s claws tightened even further, and for a brief moment, the dragon feared that his testicles might ACTUALLY explode. “No that’s fine!” squeaked Xonos, his voice spiking upward into the soprano.

“Good.” Lyn gave one more firm squeeze — enough to earn an inarticulate squawk from Xonos — then relinquished her handhold. Xonos’s immediately clutched his injured gonads, doubling over with an agonized groan.

Lyn climbed to her feet, cracking her neck. “Don’t take too long,” she yawned, raising her arms and giving her nude body a satisfying stretch. “We need to leave in a few minutes.”

Xonos’s eyes were squinted shut in pain, and for a moment it seemed like he might not have heard her — but then the male grit his teeth and gave a pained nod. Lyn watched for a moment as he rolled onto his side, his knees drawn up to his chest and both hands still wrapped around his aching stones.

“So sensitive,” she chuckled to herself.

—

Many hours later, the lovebirds returned home.

For Xonos, it had felt like an eternity. They had ended up spending almost the entire day with Pax and Azra, and while he did genuinely enjoy their company, it was hard for him to focus on the conversation with an achingly hard erection — ESPECIALLY when Lyn kept going out of her way to keep him on edge.

It was an absent-minded habit of hers, as far as he could tell. Some people drummed their fingers, or cracked their knuckles, or bounced a leg up and down. Lyn played with his dick. Constantly. In fact, looking back at the entire day, Xonos was fairly certain that Lyn’s hands had never left his lap for more than a few minutes. She had rubbed, and squeezed, and stroked him to the brink of exploding at least a dozen times. Xonos knew better than to hope for an actual orgasm — she did this virtually any time they were together, and her casual fondling was never quite enough to actually make him cum — but the dragon couldn’t help but be distracted.

Thankfully, Pax and Azra both took it in stride. Once upon a time, Xonos might have been embarrassed to be part of such a public display of affection, but after several millenia, he had grown used to it. Besides, Pax and Azra weren’t exactly shy themselves. In the past, Xonos had watched Azra and Pax “flirt” in public on many occasions, in ways that often cost Pax a testicle or two. Even this morning, he had shown up missing a nut. As the God of Healing, Pax never seemed too bothered by it — losing a ball was only temporary — but Xonos still winced at the thought. For all Lyn’s blue-balling, at least she had never gone THAT far.

Of course, endless teasing was brutal in its own unique way. By the end of the day, as he followed Lyn into the bedroom, the dragon felt like his entire body was vibrating with pent-up energy. As the ruby-colored dragoness strolled along in front of him, he found himself fixated on her ass, watching the round globes gently roll with each step. In his mind’s eye, she was on her hands and knees, moaning his name as he pumped her full of dragon dick from behind. His eyes traced the curves of her hips and tail, and his cock throbbed with every heartbeat.

“Long day, huh?” remarked Lyn, glancing back over her shoulder.

“Hm?” replied Xonos, blinking a few times as he was roused from his stupor. “Uh, y-yeah, pretty long day.”

“Good day, too — Pax and Azra are always so much fun. Kind of exhausting to keep up with them, though.” The female took a seat on the edge of the bed, and raised a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn. “I’m definitely going to sleep well tonight.”

Xonos felt a sharp pang of disappointment. If Lyn was tired, that didn’t bode well for hooking up…but he had to at least ask. “So, um.” The male bit his lip, his tail flicking back and forth with mild concern. His erection was impossible to miss. “I don’t mean to push, but are we still gonna…?”

“Oh don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten,” laughed Lyn. She looked up at him with a grin, and then looked down at his hard dick. With Xonos standing directly in front of her, the thick length was practically at eye level, and she reached out to wrap her fingers around it. “I want to have some fun too, you know. I’ve been waiting to fuck you all day.”

Xonos’s eyes slid almost shut as her fingers closed around his dragonhood once more. She gave his cock a few friendly strokes, and his whole body shuddered in response, his hips thrusting forwards involuntarily. “Nnnghuhhh.”

Lyn smiled at her partner’s reaction…but after a moment, she slowed her strokes and narrowed her eyes. Cautiously she withdrew her hand, frowning slightly and watching the dragon’s dick twitch in the open air.

The male couldn’t help but whine in desperation. “W-why did you stop?” he asked. “That felt GREAT.”

“You’re really close, aren’t you.” It was a statement, not a question.

Xonos paused. “Uh…”

“You’re gonna cum as soon as I touch you again, huh?”

His cock twitched. “...Uh,“ he repeated, blushing.

The red dragoness grinned and shook her head. “Should have known — you’re always ready to blow. Well, that’s easy enough to fix.” She stood back up, taking a few steps away from her hormone-dazed partner. Her gaze remained locked on the male’s groin. “Here, turn towards me. And spread your legs a bit more, would you?”

Xonos started to obey automatically, but then froze as he fully processed her request. “Wait. Why?”

“Oh come on,” Lyn giggled. She folded her arms beneath her breasts. “If we fuck right now, there’s no way you’ll last more than a few seconds. Let me kick you in the balls first.”

“WHAT?!”

“You heard me.” She lifted one leg into the air, wriggling her toes. “I’ll keep it gentle! I just want to make sure you don’t blow your load the second you get inside me.”

Xonos looked at her hesitantly, torn between his libido and his sense of self-preservation. His testicles already ached fiercely from an entire day of denial, and from weeks of denial before that. “B-but—“

She planted one hand on her bare hip, her tail curling behind her. “Or would you rather skip the sex?” she teased.

The blue dragon grit his teeth and let out a long sigh. He squinted his eyes shut, as if it would somehow help the situation…but when he opened them again, Lyn was still standing there, looking at him expectantly.

“…Fine,” he grumbled, hanging his head in resignation. At this point, he was almost prepared to give her his left nut, as long as it meant that he got to empty the right one.

“Perfect!” Lyn giggled. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick. Now spread those legs! Iara taught me this one…”

Despite his better judgment, Xonos obeyed, turning to face the dragoness and making sure she had a clear path to his ballbag. Lyn had a predatory smirk on her muzzle, and suddenly the male felt very much like a piece of prey.

Lyn raised her leg to gauge the distance to her target, until her toes gently brushed the underside of her partner’s heavy balls. She bounced her foot up and down a few inches — not enough to cause the male any pain, but enough to make his orbs roll around in their scaly sac. Once she was ready, she pulled her leg back, preparing for a mighty punt.

Xonos’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the female wind up, and his whole body jerked as Lyn’s leg flashed upwards — but there was no [i]smack[/i] of impact. Instead, Lyn stopped a few inches short. Xonos let out a trembling exhale, adrenaline coursing through his veins. For a second, it had really looked like the dragoness wasn’t holding anything back.

Lyn huffed. “Hey, you flinched! I’m adding another kick for that—”

And just like that, she pulled her leg back again and SLAMMED her foot up between her mate’s thighs. Xonos was lifted onto his tiptoes for a moment as his testicles were suddenly crushed into his pelvis, the two spunk tanks flattened to a fraction of their usual plumpness. He let out a surprised squeak as a spike of agony lanced through his gut, followed immediately by a wave of nausea that radiated outwards from his core. His eyes watered, and he blinked away the tears just in time to see Lyn’s foot crash into his scrotum a second time, further scrambling its contents. His stiff dick bounced comically with the force of the blow.

The dragoness let her foot linger there for a moment, buried between her partner’s thighs, before finally withdrawing her leg. Before Xonos could crumple to the floor, she quickly moved to his side, bracing his weight and helping to guide him onto the bed. The wounded male immediately curled into the fetal position, his tail thrashing behind him as he clutched his freshly bruised plums.

“[i]Ohhhhhh.[/i]” Xonos let out a warbling moan, cradling his balls in his claws. “[i]FUCK,[/i] baby!”

“Sorry hon!” The dragoness knelt next to him on the bed, smiling sheepishly. “Guess I overdid it a bit?”

The male groaned wordlessly in reply, rolling onto his back. He squinted his eyes shut against the slow agony roiling in his abdomen.

Lyn looked down at her partner’s groin. Xonos had both hands wrapped around his nutsac, but his member still stood as straight as an arrow, poking out above his hands. She reached out and grabbed hold of his dragonhood, giving the thick length an eager squeeze. Sure enough, it was slightly softer now — still rock-hard, sure, but no longer as diamond-hard as it had been a moment ago. “See?” she commented. ”That’s a little better. Look at you, I bet you could last all night now.”

“Great,” the blue dragon croaked.

The female stroked his chest affectionately. “Aww, don’t be mad. I bet I know something that’ll make you feel better…”

The mattress groaned as Lyn moved, and then suddenly Xonos felt a weight on top of him. He opened his eyes to find his mate straddling his torso, facing away towards the foot of the bed with her knees planted on either side of his body. That presented Xonos with a perfect view of her ass — two round, luscious globes that the male had spent many an hour fantasizing about. Lyn’s tail ran up across his chest and over his left shoulder, then curled around behind his head, as if to prop it up and help give Xonos a better look at the scene about to unfold.

Lyn looked down, taking in the scene herself. She scooted forwards a bit until Xonos’s cock was comfortably nestled between her thighs, the tip of his member poking just below her belly button. “Mmm,” she murmured, reaching down to take hold of the male’s long-denied dragonhood. She rubbed a finger lightly against the head of his cock, pressing his shaft against her own wet sex. The pole trembled in her grip as she slowly ground her hips against it, teasing her clit with the hot, throbbing length.

The tone of Xonos’s moaning quickly began to change. Sure, his testicles were awfully sore, and they were likely to remain that way for the rest of the evening — but that testicular discomfort was quickly being drowned out by Lyn’s more pleasurable attentions. Unlatching his claws from around his dragonmakers, Xonos pulled out his arms from beneath Lyn’s weight, reaching out to grasp at her waist instead. He gave her hips a firm squeeze, then ran his fingers up and down the length of her thighs, enjoying the sensation of her bare scales against his. He couldn’t actually see what the dragoness was doing to his cock, but it felt [i]amazing[/i]. A few more minutes of this, and he could picture himself erupting all over her, painting her breasts and stomach in sticky ropes of white.

Lyn seemed to sense his eagerness. “Don’t cum yet,” she warned, twisting her head to gaze back at her partner.

Xonos groaned, his head falling backwards. His cock twitched. “Sure, hon.”

“Hey, I’m serious!” The dragoness frowned and gave Xonos’s sac a healthy SLAP of warning with her free hand. “I want us both to enjoy this.”

The male gasped in shock as his already aching balls were abused even further,. “AH!” he gasped, his claws tightening around her thighs as another jolt of nausea shot through his abdomen. “F-fuck! No more, baby, please!”

“No promises,” Lyn cooed, wrapping her claws around the dragon’s erection and giving it one last full stroke. Then she leaned forward, lifting her hips a few inches and adjusting her position so that the tip of Xonos’s cock was pressed against her entrance. She rubbed his dick against her folds for a moment — grinning at the full-body shiver that ran through her partner — then let the first inch of his shaft slip inside her.

“[i]Mmph.[/i]” The dragoness paused there for a long moment, growing accustomed to Xonos’s girth, then continued to work her way down the remainder of his cock, sinking down inch by inch until she had taken in his full length. She let out a happy sigh of contentment as she felt the thick rod twitch inside her, and one of her hands drifted to rub idly at her clit.

Xonos’s cock [i]throbbed[/i] as he was suddenly surrounded by the female’s warmth, and instantly his arousal jumped by several more notches. He babbled something incoherent as Lyn began to move, sliding back up his shaft and then dropping her ass in his lap once more. Her pussy felt like heaven, especially after countless hours of tease and denial. He thrust back eagerly to match her movements — up and down, up and down, up and down.

If Lyn had been tired before, she certainly wasn’t showing it now. She quickly established a rhythm, riding her lover’s dick with obvious enthusiasm. She growled and panted, putting her whole body into each thrust. Soon, there was an audible [i]slap[/i] of skin on skin as their bodies came together each time, Xonos’s cock pistoning in and out of her tight sex.

Xonos could almost cry with joy. He had spent all day wishing that the dragoness would hump his brains out — and now, here they were, fucking like the world was about to end. The male bucked his hips to meet hers, moaning out her name as her pussy squeezed around him and milked his length. Nothing had ever felt this good. For a few minutes, the male managed to hold on…but before long, his balls felt ready to boil over.

“Ohhhhh [i]god,[/i]” panted the blue dragon, his eyes rolling back into his head. He gripped Lyn’s thighs lustfully, his claws digging into her skin. His dick felt as hard as diamond. “I—…I-I’m gonna cum—“

Lyn gave a desperate whine, her hips a blur as she bounced up and down on the dragon’s dick. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, “not yet, wait!”

Xonos’s moan wavered in pitch as the dragoness roughly seized his scrotum, immediately bearing down on his two defenseless orbs. His eyes shot wide open. “N-no wait, babe—!“

His protests were drowned out by Lyn’s own throaty groan of satisfaction. The female [i]slammed[/i] her ass down in his lap, taking his cock to the hilt. “Mmmmm,” she cried, “Xon, your dick feels so [i]good—![/i]“

Xonos gave an impassioned cry of his own. There was nothing hotter than hearing Lyn moan his name — but it was hard to enjoy that when his gonads were suddenly being crushed in her claws. He scrabbled at her thighs, trying to get her attention or to pull her hands away from his groin, but she seemed totally lost in the moment. “My balls,” he mewled frantically, “baby, my [i]BALLS—![/i]”

“Oh FUCK,” gasped Lyn, squeezing even harder. “Yeah, GIMME all the cum in those big blue balls! Fill me up!”

Her claws tightened another notch, and Xonos squawked in pain, his tail thumping against the floor. He had seen Lyn get distracted in the throes of ecstasy before, but never quite like this. He watched in helpless agony as the female continued to fuck his brains out, her hips gyrating with each thrust. He fantasized about moments like this every day: Lyn bouncing up and down in his lap, her sex rippling around him, her moans and cries filling the room. There was nothing he wanted more than to make her scream with pleasure, and to pump her full of his seed. Now, it was starting to seem like Lyn might crack his walnuts before he ever got the chance.

And even so, despite the vice grip on his sac, Xonos was [i]SO[/i] close to coming. His dick gave a mighty throb, and his whole body shook as competing waves of pleasure and pain bombarded his brain. He blubbered hysterically, stumbling over his words, caught between begging Lyn to let him cum and begging her to let go of his flattened jewels.

The dragoness heard none of it. “Oh [i]FUCK[/i],” squealed Lyn, throwing her head back as the sensations overwhelmed her. She clamped down on her mate’s orbs like a pair of scaly stress balls, completely unaware of the torment she was inflicting on the paralyzed male. “Oh fuck, I’m coming, I’m [i]COMINGGG![/i]”

And with a throaty moan, the Goddess of Pleasure hit her peak, writhing in ecstasy as her orgasm thundered through her.

Xonos was not quite as lucky. The dragon let out a wail of despair as the female utterly crushed his testicles, juicing them between her fingers like a pair of overripe oranges. His heavy spunkmakers had been stuffed completely full with unspent speed — and now, as his balls were squeezed down to a fraction of their usual size, all that spunk had only one place to go. Deep inside Lyn’s sex, thick globs of sperm erupted from Xonos’s throbbing cock: months if not years of backed-up spunk, squeezed straight out of his swollen gonads. The poor orbs lost any semblance of their usual spherical shape as they squished between her brutally clenched fingers,

For the poor dragon, there was no pleasure and no relief. Indeed, the squealing male had been stopped just shy of his own orgasm. Even as his balls were forcibly drained, his dragonhood pulsed fiercely, on the very edge of ecstasy. Xonos couldn’t even remember what an orgasm felt like anymore — but there was nothing in the world that he wanted more. Any other male might have passed out, but the God of Stamina clung to consciousness, struggling to thrust his hips, trying to find that final bit of friction to push him over the edge.

And yet, as the seconds ticked on and the testicular trauma continued, Xonos quickly felt his strength fade. Gradually his thrusts grew more feeble, and his shriek of anguish trailed away into a low, wounded mewling. By the time Lyn finally came down from her orgasm, she had wrung his oranges dry, and the poor dragon was practically comatose. As the dragoness came back to her senses, her grip began to loosen, until finally she let her lover’s marbles slip from between her fingers. Miraculously, the two orbs had managed to survive intact, and immediately began reinflating to their usual size and shape.

“Oh [i]fuck,[/i]” Lyn repeated, her voice dripping with satisfaction. The dragoness continued to slowly grind her pelvis against her stunned partner, savoring the gentle pressure on her clit and the feeling of fullness inside of her. After a few moments she looked down at her partner’s thick shaft, still buried to the hilt inside of her, and gave a satisfied purr. “[i]Mmmmph.[/i]”

Xonos stared blindly at the ceiling, one eyelid twitching. His mouth hung open.

“Holy shit, baby, you came so much!” Lyn’s eyes fell to the space between her thighs, where a sizeable puddle of spunk had formed on the bedsheets. Xonos’s groin and tail were coated in the stuff, as were Lyn’s own fingers. She lifted one hand, watching the seed drip from her claws for a moment — then sucked a finger into her muzzle, swallowing down the dragon’s thick load. She murmured contentedly, then repeated the action with her other fingers, like a diner licking their fingers after a particularly tasty meal. “Mmm,” she growled, licking her lips. “I guess you really WERE pent up, huh?”

Xonos gave a wordless croak, his legs twitching beneath her and his cock giving another forceful throb from deep inside her sex. His testicles had just been squeezed flat, and it felt like a nuclear bomb had gone off in his gut…and yet, the desperate dragon still felt like he was on the edge of exploding. He gripped weakly at the bare flesh of Lyn’s thighs, willing himself to keep thrusting but unable to find the strength. If she would just bounce on his dick for a few more seconds—

But a moment later, the female had slid off of his still-denied dragonhood. The stiff length bobbed in the open air, glistening with their combined juices.

“Ahhhh…” The larger dragoness curled up beside him, panting quietly as she settled into her afterglow. She pressed her muzzle to his cheek in a quick but loving kiss. “Nnph…that was SO nice. Must feel good to empty those big balls of yours, eh?” She glanced down at his groin, and one hand slid southward to encircle his hard shaft. “Heh. Guess I’ll just have to start filling them up again.”

Xonos wanted to cry as the female gave him a few idle strokes, her fingers dancing up and down his shaft, but all he could manage was a shaky exhale. Somehow, despite all he’d been through, the ache in his nuts intensified even further.

Lyn yawned, her strokes slowing. “Plenty of time for that in the morning, though.” Her fingers moved again to wrap around her partner’s scaly orbs. She cradled the twin spheres affectionately in her claws. “And I’ll bet these guys could use a break after pumping out all that dragon batter.”

The male lay stunned for a long minute, his body twitching. Eventually, he reached weakly for the dragoness at his side, fumbling blindly with one hand. His fingers settled along the generous curve of her ass, and he gripped her rear with all of the little strength he had left, like a madman clinging to the last of his sanity.

Lyn sighed contentedly at the touch, and nuzzled closer to him with a yawn. Her eyes were shut. “Love you too, hon.”

Xonos’s muzzle moved silently for a few seconds as he tried to find the words to respond — but there was nothing to say, and nothing to do. His cock was as hard as it had ever been, and his balls were in more agony than he had ever thought possible.

And in that moment, with an apocalyptic ache radiating from his groin and with no relief in sight, the poor dragon was too exhausted to do anything but pass out.