City Room

For a moment you feel as though you are standing in the middle of a scale model of New York, but as you look closer, you realize that it is an actual city. Tiny people, just a few inches high, scurry around your feet and claw at one another in terror, trying to get away from you. Cars and buses skid to a halt and their passengers start to pile out, joining the fleeing mob. Frightened faces peer out at you through skyscraper windows, and sirens are beginning to wail.

Everything comes to a sudden halt at the abrupt appearance of the enormous dragon in the very middle of the city. Pedestrians stop in their tracks and stare in disbelief. Cars crash into each other.

Talos flies in from above the clouds, seeming to just appear out of know where, his decent quick. He spreads his wings wide, slowing to a glide as he looks over the little city below him, his huge body casting a shadow across the streets below.

Your immense shadow strikes terror into the hearts of those over whom it sweeps. They start to scramble for shelter, piling into buildings and cramming down into the underground train stations. The streets gradually empty as they seek to hide from you.

Talos grins and banks around, his long wings clipping the side of a building, sending debris down into those below without even taking his notice. He turns again to find a clearing, a large parking lot and slows to a hover as he lands, the immense force of wind from his wings overturning smaller cars, sending others sliding across the asphalt. His huge feet settle on the ground, crushing several cars underneath and buckling the cement like thin ice.

The crackle of the cement being pulverized beneath your feet echoes off of the surrounding structures. The parking lot now looks more like a junkyard with overturned cars piled up, and some wrecks smashed flat underfoot. There are not too many people on the street now, although you can see countless faces peering at you through windows on all sides.

Talos folds his wings and walks forward, casually crushing cars under his tread and kicking away others. He leaves the parking lot and enters the street next to it, ignoring the light traffic as it scatters around him, walking over pedestrians like twigs. He peers into the buildings and grins, he pokes his nose inside, shattering the glass and bending apart the thin metal girders, and flicks out his long prehensile tongue to capture those inside.

Screams begin to arise from within as your enormous muzzle crashes through glass and concrete, your tongue snaking around interior walls and trapping the fleeing people within. They writhe and squeal in terror as its slick surface enfolds them. The building shudders with the assault, and tiny figures start to stream out of the front doors and run between your feet.

Talos pulls his tongue back inside his huge maw, those he has captured see only the rough of his mouth before the clenching darkness of his thought and ejected into the toxic recesses of his stomach. He grins as those inside flee and encourages their escape by releasing a hot blast of plasma to the top few floors, vaporizing even the steel structure and lighting those floors below it... to encourage those that may try to hide inside to escape as well. He backs up, blindly stepping on those that may have fled behind them and leans over, closing his mouth over the fleeing crowed.

The street in front of the burning building is turned into a grotesque landscape of flattened corpses as your gigantic feet crush those too slow to avoid them. The ones who did all rush inward, cramming together in a knot of humanity beneath you as your feet thud down murderously around them. Finally your looming underside sweeps past them, but the reprieve is short-lived as your vast jaws descend, gaping wide. The people shriek wildly as they are surrounded by your lips, and then as your jaws close they are scooped up in a great writhing club.

Talos's huge tongue pushes them back into his gullet, sending them to the same fate as those before them, many crushed under the weight of others, a few smeared across the roof of his mouth as they are caught between his palate and his tongue. He presses down hard, enjoying the taste before he swallows, then leans over to lick the morsels that are left.

Your prey are squeezed down your throat in a single huge mass of wriggling bodies. The mass spreads out inside your stomach, the tiny figures stumbling about blindly and writhing as your powerful digestive juices begin to dissolve them. Those that escaped your jaws are fleeing madly away from you, only to get swept up like ants by your tongue and hauled back into your terrible jaws.

Talos murrs and moves on, leaving the flaming building and a street covered in red claw marks and smears. The wide city streets just a narrow path for him as he looks for more prey, ignoring those that lie below him. He repeats his technique, casually torching parts of buildings to force out their occupants, on occasion, carelessly obliterating the buildings with his starfire breath.

Again and again the same horrible tableau is played out. Driven by the scorching flames out into the street, the humans are pitifully easy prey. The mighty dragon captures them by the dozens and gulps them down alive, as if they were no more than swarming insects. Your belly is filled with writhing bodies. With every footfall you step on countless others, trampling them like grass blades, their bodies crunching moistly. Soon your feet are smeared with bits of flesh and clothing, the spaces between your toes caked with pulped meat.

Talos continues his feeding, the thousands here still inadequate to quench his appetite, he turns the corner and grins, here in a large park there is a large political gathering, tens of thousands still packed here, only having just started to scatter as the flames were rising nearby, but now start to flee in panic as the dragon comes into view. His black scales soiled with the remains of others, his toothy grin soaked red.

Such a horrific sight has never before been seen: The titanic dragon looming over the city, his blazing eyes playing over the vast crowd before him, his muzzle smeared with blood. As you stride forward, thoughtlessly trampling upon those who lie in your path, the crowd splits into two. The people rush to either side, making a path for you in the hope that you will simply continue onward

Talos turns and releases several narrow blasts of fire, surgically cutting off all means of escape in hot flame.. all those, save the one behind him. He watches the puny crowed scatter in front of him, standing for a moment to watch, such easy pray is a welcome treat, he can feel his arousal building, perhaps he should enjoy this.

The crowd surges in great waves ahead of you, and then begins to pile up on itself the as the earth erupts in pillars of fire before them. The park is now surrounded by a sheet of flame, forming a great corral in which thousands are trapped. They rush about blindly, knocking each other over, frantically trying to find a way to escape. Above it all towers the great dragon, like a lofty god, sneering down at the insignificant beings at his feet.

Talos walks forward now, his path mostly clear of people, he corrals them into a tighter group, his arousal now visible evident to all those below, his huge onyx penis hanging under the dragon, fully erect to it's full stature. He kneels down, taking his time to enjoy, his tail flicking behind him, the whole crowed completely trapped between him and the fire.

Your enormous penis sways heavily to and fro, larger than a subway car, its ponderous bulk looming darkly. As you walk forward, the crowd is packed in tighter and tighter, until finally they can go no further. Some of them are even forced to cower beneath you, nearly between your hind feet. A few bold ones break and dash between your feet, and try to dodge your sweeping tail.

Talos kneels down completely, the bulk of his huge testicles falling heavily on the ground, then his heavy shaft, dozens crushed under the immense bulk of the dragon's genitals, their tiny bodes smeared under his weight as he slides forward, his rear resting against the ground now. The immense cock looming in front of them as he leans over to bite into the crowed.

Shrieks of terror rise in a great echoing wail from beneath you as your monstrous genitals thud to the ground. Some are crushed outright beneath your haunches as you sit; others are buried under the bulky mass of your scrotum; still others are pinned under your tailhole, their struggles a teasing tickle. Your hind legs and feet forming a broad corral that is now packed with people. At first they try to rush away from the gigantic penis that now lies with its full length upon the ground, but then your ebony body looms over them, your head sweeping down on its long neck. The screams rise even higher as your lips again surround a group of unlucky soles and close, packing them together, finally meeting with little limbs and torso dangling and waving from between. As you graze upon their fellows, the people beneath you now rush away from your head, and the crowd starts to pack against your groin, surrounding your penis in a huge, writhing mass. Many even climb frantically upon it in and effort to keep from being crushed against its side by the pushing crowd.

Talos murrs and shivers, his huge forepaw sweeps out and rakes the squirming masses toward him, as he at the same time tightening the corral he has made smaller. He lifts his rear again slightly, allowing his tailhole and sac to just clear the ground, both bloody in gore. But using his tail to keep any possible escape beneath him. He continues to force the crowed closer, forcing them into that space under him, the mass of people practically piled atop each other, forcing them in closer against his body.

The tiny bodies stumble and tumble over one another as your enormous forepaw sweeps them under your body. They pile up in a helpless, struggling mass between your hind feet, beneath the looming bulk of your rump. Chunks of raw, red meat drip down from your buttocks and ballsac, the remains of those who were squashed when you sat on them. They pile up higher, until you can feel their limbs brushing against the bottom of your hovering scrotum. The people surrounding your erection are pressing firmly against it and rubbing in all directions; some are being shoved tightly against the sensitive head, their bodies soaked in your pre.

Talos rumbles in pleasure, his deep vocalization deafening to those so close to his body. He dips his head down again, his nose close to the crowed, his tongue sweeps up those close to his mouth onto his immense length beating with his pulse. He slides his mouth forward, taking his length into his mouth with a huge mass of people, and begins to suckle, his rear settling lower about half way.

Your mighty balls settle lightly onto those trapped beneath them now, and shrieks of raw terror arise from under your ass. Your cock practically vanishes as your tongue scoops up scores of people onto it, burying it in hu7mans, and then they and it disappear inside your gaping maw. Your mouth is filled with tiny bodies stroking you....and then something odd happens. Those who are trapped under you, seeing that you intend to kill them for your pleasure, make a final, desperate bid to earn your favor. First one, then several, then all of them begin to caress you purposefully, worshipping the titan who could crush them all now merely by sitting on them. You can feel their little hands stroking, the back of your ballsac, countless little tongues licking shakily at the great ring of your anus. Some are rubbing at the inside edges of your feet; others are clustered around your penis, just in front of your lips, and are nervously pressing their bodies to it and rubbing as firmly as they can.

Talos moans again in pleasure, his voice booming though the bodes of those under him, his long tongue sliding through the masses of bodes as he continues to pleasure himself with the countless masses of bodes, a few splattering from the immense force between his tongue and hard cock. He shivers his climax nearing, he rocks forward, crushing sever against the base of his scrotum, forcing many more into his tail hole. He Rocks again, each time pressing deeper toward the ground, and each results the results are continuously more gory, his huge body twisting and crushing the bodes under him into a worsening mess of humanity.

Those who sought to be spared by being your slaves find that the mighty giant has no use for ones as tiny as they. A cluster had been standing beneath your anus, their faces upturned, licking the broad ring and stroking it with their fingers; with your first thrust, though, it bears down on them, stuffing them inside, gobbling them up like a hungry maw. They writhe wildly inside of you, their struggles only serving to pull them deeper as your great hole clenches and swallows them whole. Those who are left panic as they realize that their efforts will not be rewarded, but there is nowhere for them to go. Your enormous rump grinds down more and more violently as you hump your own mouth, your cock packing those trapped within against your tongue and cheeks. The curves of your buttocks begin to grind piles of bodies into broken, twisted rag dolls, and then further into torn shreds. Your great balls drag to and fro, at first smothering, and then crushing with their weight, red streaks appearing beneath them.

Talos moans loudly, he gives several more strong thrusts. He roars again, as he reaches his climax, his huge balls emptying as wave after wave of his hot cum flows out, washing those in his maw down his gullet as he swallows, the huge blasts of his seed blowing away and drowning those in his mouth in his essence. The last thrust of his hips bearing hard against the ground

Each thrust of your hips is accompanied by a terrible crunching, mashing sound as one after the other, the trapped humans are crushed to jelly beneath your rump. AS you orgasm, your buttocks sink down into the pavement, creating a huge, double-crater. Untold numbers are literally washed down your throat as you drink down your pleasure; they join the vast army that is already melting in your stomach.

Those who sought to serve you are now merely wet stains beneath your rump, save for those who are now slowly suffocating in the terrible depths of your tailhole. Countless others languish in a sea of cum and burning digestive fluids your stomach. Ah, but what of the others? The thousands more still trapped in the great ring of fire with you?

Talos murrs to himself, he lazily pulls his mouth off his phallas, wet with gore and dripping with his seamen. He sits up, his entire lower body dripping wet with gore, several twisted bodes fall to the ground as his huge tailhole relaxes slightly, even a few survivors remain, trapped in the torn remains of others. He grins down at the remaining few.

Those still number in the thousands, though the ranks of the crowd have been decimated -- smashed beneath you, swallowed alive, or burned to cinders by the curtain of fire. They are clustered together and staring at you, trapped between monster and fire. Their faces reflect the flames and a certain desperate hope. They have watched you eat. They have watched you pleasure yourself. Now, perhaps, you will leave them....

Talos looks at the masses, thinking of the last attempts of the others starts to think there are more uses for these than he suspected, though he still quite hungry, he watches them silently as he thinks. His huge, bloodied form looming over, no sound but the roaring fire and his slow pulse.

There is no sound from the crowd, save for a soft whimpering of many voices as your baleful gaze falls upon them. Then, one small figure detaches itself from the front of the crowd and shuffles forward. It falls to its knees, then onto its face before you. Within moments the others follow suit, bowing and groveling before you, worshiping you as they would a god.

Talos snorts at the gesture, the sound rumbling though his large thought, he gives a little laugh to himself, then starts to speak, his voice low, rumbling though the ground, "Pleasure me again.. and I will let you live" he lowers himself to the ground once more, his now semi-flaccid member sliding across the slick, warm remains on the ground.

The tiny people shriek and jump up, scrambling backward as your titanic penis drags across the ground toward them. At first they are too terrified to move, but then slowly a few individuals creep forward, cringing as though expecting any moment for you to smash them like flies beneath your forefeet. They step up to the gigantic organ and lay their hands upon it, one of them tickling lightly at the very tip. A few more people join them, and then more, until your cock is surrounded by tiny forms caressing lightly, some even licking. It is still only a few dozen of the thousands who now cower before you.

Talos visibly shows pleasure as those few creep up to him and massage his train car sized cock, still slick with his sticky seed. He looks at those who refuse to cooperate he reaches down and grabs a hand full of humanity, those close to his hand but not captured sliced by his razor sharp claws, he takes them and pushes them under his rump. Then looks back into the and growls at the rest, the tips his bloodstained teeth showing under his lips.

Screams of terror arise as you resume the slaughter, but then the silence returns as you glare down at them. Those beneath your rump wriggle madly, quickly striving to obey. Even as you press down on them their tiny hands caress at your huge orifice, although none are licking, perhaps frightened away from that by the limp arm that protrudes lifelessly from its center. The crowd pushes forward, surrounding your mighty cock now several layers deep, forming a pulsating, writhing pressure all around its perimeter, although no higher than 6 feet from its underside. Others cluster against your gigantic balls, pressing against them, daintily caressing but unable to get past the huge orbs to where their fellows are trapped under your tail. Hundreds of others, unable to get any closer, start to surround your footclaws, rubbing them, wincing at the thick layer of gore that coats them; despite that, though, some lick subserviently at your talons. That still leaves many who cannot get close to you, but who still appear eager to serve you -- and in doing so, to save their own skins.

Talos reaches down his hand again, this time taking those more obedient humans into his claw, though less careless with the tiny creatures than earlier, the huge hand crushes several caught off guard, his sharp talons skewering several more. He dumps them onto the top of his huge, slick member, several even becoming trapped in his fluids that remain there.

More screams arise as you casually kill a half-dozen of your captive slaves. The little bodies tumble out onto the top of your enormous cock and squirm their, some glued to it by the remnants of your cum. Others stand up, dazed and swaying as your shaft twitches under them. Others get the idea, and before your terrible hand can seize them, they begin to climb literally over the ones who are surrounding your cock. They scramble to the top and lie down, panting, unable to do anything but rub themselves against you.

A few bodies twitch and groan, impaled on your clawtips and hanging from them, trailing blood, as your hand rises away from your cock.

Talos moans, the thunderous, deafening sound drowning out any other sounds as they rub against his sensitive member. He lifts his hand up and licks of what's left of those caught by his claws. He rests his hand back down and braces himself, again rocking his hips forward, the huge cock lurches forward, grinding down many of those whom he placed under his groin. He relaxes his tail hole and purposely forces many up inside the fleshy crevice.

A small cry goes up from your slaves as your mammoth body shifts. Those atop your cock who were standing or on all fours are thrown down; many lose their balance and roll off of the titanic black shaft. What strikes terror into the hearts of many and causes them to faint dead away are the awful sounds that emanate from behind your enormous balls. The people cannot see, but they can hear the terrible gurgling cries of people being slowly crushed to death...the crackle of the bones of those who are pressed flat beneath the curves of your rump...and then most horrible of all, a dreadful sucking noise as your now-flaccid anus presses down on the unlucky victims, stretching around their bodies and surrounding them, literally swallowing them up. They are pulled up inside your body and immediately begin to thrash, stroking you delightfully from within.

Talos mmms... his lower body surrounded by the squirming masses as they try to pleasure him. He feels their tiny bodes crack and flatten under his huge balls, feeling them slide across his sensitive scrotum. The immense weight of his sac and the remaining of his seed more than enough to crush their tiny bodes. He continues to rock his hips, lubricated by the greasy remains of before. He clenches down his tailhole forcefully, crushing those inside before repeating again, the damp anus pulling than crushing dozens inside.

Those who are working near the base of your shaft barely know what is happening as your great balls suddenly rise up into the air and swing over them. The next thing they know is that the heavy, leathery sac is coming down on them, and they hear their own bones crunching. Those who were attending your balls tumble forward as they suddenly rise, and before they can get up they are being pressed tightly against one another by your enormous anus. The muscular ring clenches above them; they alone hear the bodies crunch within you as you purposefully crush them within your ass, your inner walls squeezing them like a mighty fist until they are reduced to jelly. Blood squirts out of the terrible hole and bathes those trapped under it, seconds before the fleshy ring descends and surrounds them. They find themselves writhing amidst a pulpy mass of shattered bodies before they, too, are squashed like berries. Those around your cock can see what is happening, but there are too many people around them for them to retreat away from the monstrous organ

Talos's moans continue, thrusting more and more quickly, his huge cock pulsing under the tiny human's touch, the pressure building in his huge balls, containing a small lake of dragon cum. He presses his rear down against the ground again, feeling the warm slickness of the gore against the ring of his tailhole, and forces yet more inside.. this time letting them live long enough to squirm around inside. He shivers, sliding the rump of his body against the gore as he again starts to spurt the, thick, heated precum onto those working the tip of his member.

Those attending your cock are growing frantic as one by one they realize what they are doing, that each time your mammoth body shifts forward, people are being cruelly slaughtered. Still, you are surrounded by a large mob, all driven by fear to push in close to you; they prevent those who understand your game from escaping. Over and over the murderous cycle is repeated. A tantalizing tickling beneath your balls, followed by feel of little bones collapsing and bodies turning to liquid. A dainty stroking against your tailhole, followed by the delicious feel of little beings being stuffed inside, then drawn deep....and then being crushed into mush, solely for your pleasure. Your rectum is filling pleasantly with the bulky, squishy mass of flesh, within which your latest victims still writhe. Each time your hips shift forward, new slaves surround your cockhead to take the place of those who are moving down its length, toward their ultimate fate. Your power over them is absolute. They die at your whim, all for your pleasure.

Talos moans and roars again, his voice shattering windows and glass for far around, rumbling through the ground, as suddenly his second climax hits, he gives a strong trust as all his muscles tense. His huge cock spurting a hot wave of his creamy essence out across the ground, blasting those in front of the mammoth malehood. He growls in the ecstasy feeling many more of the thousands crushed and smeared under his bulk.

Some of the pulpy flesh and a few bones are squeezed from your tailhole as your muscles clench and spasm around the remains. Your shaft leaps upward as it shoots its first load; many of those surrounding it are pushed underneath, and are smashed instantly when it slams back down. The second spurt cuts a narrow swath through the crowd ahead of you, literally tearing bodies apart with its force. Those who are not struck directly are buried under huge splashing gobs and lie twitching beneath it, struggling for air.

Talos relaxes once again, takes a deep breath and murrs. He lays there for a moment, letting the euphoria die down. He lifts himself up, wet and dripping of gore, the whole lower half of his underside stained red. His again softening dragonhood hanging limply, dripping his load and the remains down onto the ground below in a rain of pink. He catches his breath and looks at those few still remaining. He grins, perhaps he'll even keep his promise. He reaches down and picks them up, with do care. Holding him in his hand he flies back home, keeping those still alive as his pets and playthings of his horde.