A living mountain of muscle and scaly hide, this beast walks the earth on four powerful legs, and where he walks there is nothing left but devastation. From nose to tail he stretches well over a thousand feet. His mighty wings span twice that, and were he inclined, he could step over a ten story building with room to spare. Viewed from a distance the dragon is a thing of beauty, his body clad in scaly armor the color of a pine forest, the muscles beneath powerful yet lithe and athletic. When viewed from nearby his appearance does not matter. If you are seeing him from close by, you are not likely to live long enough to describe him to anyone.

DarkLurker meeps and his jaw drops open at the sight of the mega dragon. "Oh dear."

Perditoris glances loftily down at the tiny being standing between his foreclaws, which are built much like hands, nimble enough to grasp delicate objects -- as though this beast had any care for being delicate. Steam snorts out of his nostrils in a gesture of lordly disdain. This insect, at least, is a dragon, and though its size puts it beneath his contempt, he will dain to allow it to live. He will be far less charitable with the humans in the city that lies ahead of him. They have forgotten their place and this annoys the titan. Such affront cannot go unpunished, and he intends to be certain that the lesson is delivered most harshly.

DarkLurker meeps and ducks for cover as he feels Perditoris's hostile gaze over him. But once the massive dragon looks towards the city, the dragon knows that its fate is sealed...

( The city is just beginning its lazy weekend morning routine. People are eating breakfast or just about to leave their homes to enjoy their nice quiet weekend, quite unaware of the danger thse looms before them. Everything is peaceful and quiet, simply just ripe for picking... )

Perditoris raises his head and stalks forward. An enormous hind foot rises from the ground, leaving a deep impression, and slams down violently beside you. The underbelly of the monster glides past high overhead. The great foot rocks forward, claws gouging the earth, and then it rises and rushes away, leaving the tiny dragon unscathed. There is no deliberation in the step, nor any care to avoid you. You are no longer of any consquence to the dragon, of no more concern to him than a pebble on the ground. He takes another step, and then spreads his mighty wings and leaps into the air. His shadow sweeps away from you accompanied by a gale wind, and that shadow rushes overland straight toward the distant city.

DarkLurker yelps and is knocked off his feet when your foot slams next to him, and nearly thrown airborne by the massive 'wash' of your flapping wings. He clings desperately to the ground, digging his claws into the earth for safety as you shoot upwards towards the doomed city.

( Your massive wingspan generates such a strong wind that for a moment, the entire city is blasted by a freak gust of wind. But the people pay it little attention and resume their normal routine. The roads start to fill as people begin their sunday morning trips, and the city slowly bustles back up to life. )

Perditoris frowns as he peers down at the miniscule specks from on high. Their carefree lives are pathetic, their arrogance at building such grand monuments to themselves enraging him. Such hubris for creatures that should be worshipping him, giving themselves willingly to his jaws, which is the very purpose for which the gods have created them. Oh, yes, he will teach them, and he will savor every moment of the lesson. Banking, he dives down toward the very edge of the city where the structures just start to rise from the earth. He swoops low, all four feet stretching downward to rake through the flimsy constructions, smashing a huge swath of destruction through them before pulling up again.

( The gust of wind increases in intensity till it becomes that of storm winds, but oddly the skies are still clear. People wandering about, puzzled as they discuss this odd weather pattern with their neighbors. And as they talk, their doom approaches them from above. Your dive forces many down to the ground, blowing even more around. Windows shatter from your wing force alone, before the buildings them come apart as your paws cut through them as if they were nothing but paper, slicing many within into ribbions. Parallel rows of destruction form along the ground, matching the grid like construction of the worthless, puny structures before you. )

Perditoris smiles coldly. Now that he has announced his presence, it is time to ensure that he does not lose their attention. He swoops down again, claws once more stretching downward. His neck stretches forward; his jaws open and his throat constricts. A wave of heat radiates from his mouth, followed by a white-hot blast of plasma. Everything below him -- buildings, vehicles, asphalt, humans -- bursts into flame. A heartbeat later and his claws rake through the inferno, the wash of his wings sweeping the wreckage into a twisted, blazing pile below, a pile that grows into a wall as the dragon arches upward, then dives again. He stays at the very outskirts of the city and continues this seemingly random destruction, knowing full well that the puny ones are too stupid to realize that they are being steadily encircled.

( Buildings designed merely to support their own weight and shelter those within melt before the power of dragon plasma, and anybody caught either in its direct path, or indirectly, are incinerated in a matter of seconds, with remains serving as fuels as everything is awash with fire now. People flee away from the inferno towards the denser, heavily built part of the city, and away from the increasing tight ring of flames in a vain attempt to seek refuge, for anybody daring to cross those flames are turned to ashes within moments. Your wing beat fans those flames further, and soon, the core of the city is a huddled mass of humanity, all shoving and pushing against each other, looking for a way out. )

Perditoris leaves one, and only one, way out: a single bridge leading over a river. Fire surrounds either side of the bridgehead and some rubble is scattered in the street, but it is passable. This is deliberate. After all, some should escape to spread the lesson to others. But only SOME. The dragon swoops around to the tenuous exit he has left, and drops down, all four feet crashing thunderously to the ground. Here is where he will begin his punishment of the humans for their audacity. Slowly his head sweeps from side to side, his eyes narrowed, the disgust in his expression so powerful it is nearly as palpable a force as the fire surrounding the city.

( The trapped prey mill around aimlessly, searching for some way out of the burning city, and when a small group spots the bridge, and a portion of the mob starts to surge towards it in blind panic, kicking and pushing as each tries to flee from the danger zone. And just as they are about to reach it, the massive agent of their destruction swoops out of the sky and lands in their midsts. You barely feel their bodies pulping before you as your paws crush hundreds of the tiny ants, and their cries only irritate your mighty ears further as they bump and brush against your toes, not sure whether to head back to the 'safety' of the city or to make a mad dash across the bridge. )

Perditoris makes the decision for them. Lowering his gaze, he peers at the tiny scrambling beings with malicious disdain. Then, with a powerful surge of his forelegs and shoulders, he pushes upward and rises to his hind feet, towering high into the sky. His tail sweeps back and thuds down behind him for balance. The little humans look like ants from this lofty height...and that is how they will die. Slowly the giant lifts an enormous hind claw and casually steps on them. The muscles of his leg bulge as he presses down, and then he lifts his foot. Its underside is dotted with hundreds of tiny, oily red spots as he swings it to the side and steps down again, crushing to death perhaps a thousand at a time. The foot rises again, overtakes some who are trying to run back, and descends.

( The mob wavers, and then breaks into utter panic at the horrible sight. Those caught within the shadow of your feet scurry desperately to escape them, but none ever do as they're hemmed in by the sheer weight of numbers around them. Their twitching cushions your falling foot for a merest of second, before they're crushed by an unfanthomable weight, reduced to nothing more than a red greasy smear. The ground trembles before them, and begins to crack, your footfalls alone is enough to send the crowd sprawling onto the ground, not able to run away from the death god in their midst, and with the only choice is to crawl away from you... and into the shadow fyour descending foot. )

Perditoris toys with them, his eyes glowing with detached amusement. He lets his colossal foot come down on them as lightly as he can, its bulk still driving them down to the ground and compressing them before he lifts it slightly and shifts it a little forward. The four big claws drop down, sinking into the earth, while the vast sole barely touches their backs, smearing them with the flattened flesh and guts of their fellows.

( The crowd squeals and lift their hands out of reflex as the huge paw drives down towards them, only to stop just as it touches them. You feel the brushing of their heads and hands against your paw, rubbing against the gore that is lined along your scales as the littles desperately try to escape the awful carnage that is dripping down onto them from above. Those foolish enough to run forward are sliced in half by your claws, while others try to wriggle out towards your tail, all soaked in red by the mess of former humans. )

Perditoris chuckles softly, though to them the sound is still like the crash of thunder. He quickly tires of the game, though, and lets his foot fall on them, obliterating them with a collective wet crunch. Giving his foot a scornful twist to grind them into the earth, he resumes his ruthless stamping, using that same foot to crush anyone within reach in a patient and methodical extermination. The street below is turned into an awful killing field, plastered over nearly every inch with a thin layer of squashed human flesh. Here and there a bone sticks up, or a mangled survivor twitches. Perditoris does not even notice any of it. He watches as those who can run do so, swarming away, and then he drops down to all fours again with an earthquake and follows them, overtaking them in one great step. His enormous head descends, muzzle sweeping just over their heads with his nostrils flared wide, drawing in their scent.

( THe squeals of those beneath your foot are wiped out by your twisting foot as you grind them into the ground, leaving very little to be left of their remains. The tightly packed road near the bridge begins to clear out, but there are still plenty more deeper into the city for you crush as you turn almost an mile of what was once a road into a pitted surface, dripping with blood, packed with mangled bodies and ground bones. But still, the littles, in their desperation struggle to flee from the carnage before they're overtaken by your single step, wailing as you suddenly sniff at them. The scent of fear, panic and utter despair fills your nostrils, admist the delicious taste of flesh. )

Perditoris rumbles in pleasure at the scent, fear and panic being as a sweet ambrosia to a dragon. He sniffs them deeply, contentedly, as one might a field of flowers. More than sweet, though, this scent is arousing, firing predatory passions, the thrill of domination over one's helpless prey. In his abdomen the muscles that hold his underbelly taut to streamline him for flight relax. Between his hind legs a thick, fleshy sheath and enormous balls drop slowly into view and bob ponderously, like those of a stallion. The head of his penis emerges from its scaly housing and pauses, as though merely testing the air for now. The dragon continues to study the little things scrambling before him, and then parts his lips just a slightly and uses them to gather in a dozen or so, pursing his lips around them and lifting them into the air.

( A wave of gasps run through the mob that is directly beneath you, or just between your hind legs. To their utter horror, the brutual massacre before them is only serving to arouse their tormentor, as your cock thickens and grows above them, the scent of dragon musk drifting down towards them. But their attention is soon taken away by fresh screams from the front of the dragon, as you trap dozens of twitching, wriggling bodies between your lips. They flail useless against you, punching, kicking and squirming as their try to pit their insignificant strength against the god like strength of the dragon within them. )

Perditoris's penis remains flaccid for now, only the emerging head indicating the beginnings of the beast's arousal. He raises his head with the tiny limbs lashing between his lips. Pointing his nose skyward he opens his mouth slightly and snaps his head forward, bolting them all into his maw at once. His eyes close and his jaw works, accompanied by a muffled cracking and popping sound. The tiny victims are crunched between his teeth, or mashed between his tongue and palate and their meaty remains smeared thoughtfully over the draconic taste buds, the monster mulling over the flavor like a finicky gourmet. At last he swallows, and then lowers his head down again and peers at the teeming throng.

( The littles trapped betwixt your lips burst just as easily as those trapped against your paws, ground up by your teeth or tongue this time instead of between the feet. The sweet taste fills your taste buds, raising your hunger just another notch as it trickles between the millions of taste buds down towards your throat, where they vanish, guided slowly towards your stomach. Those on the ground who have witnessed the horror, are stunned and muted, for you're not only killing them, you're only using them as food to drive yourself to kill more of them... )

Perditoris sniffs at them some more and then his head rises slightly. His lips part again, and a long, tapered tongue slides forth. It thrusts down into the midst of the crowd, a mammoth slab of muscle whose surface glistens wetly. At first the little bodies are simply knocked aside by it, but mere seconds later they begin to stick. Long strings of thick saliva trail from their bodies as they pull away. Another second and they stick fast. The great tongue sweeps forward through the crowd and then licks to the side, and when it rises into the air it is covered by a layer of squealing humanity. Perditoris opens his mouth wider and draws his tongue back in along with its kicking load, and then closes his mouth behind them.

( Your tongue cleaves through the crowd like a wave, but only that most find themselves stuck to your tongue instead of being tossed away. They remain there, writhing helplessly against your tastebuds, and against a few spots of your previous bite of the crowd before they're drawn into the darkness of your mouth. You feel them crawl and scrabble back and forth along your tongue, the sheer intensity of their fear and disbelief giving your mouthful an even better taste. Back on the ground, those who were fortunate enough to be swept aside find themselves glued to others by blobs of your saliva, and as they thresh to break free, it only causes yoru saliva to spread and adhere more into almost stationary clumps of trapped humanity. )

Perditoris holds them in his mouth momentarily. Once back inside the saliva liquifies again, and every one of the little humans slides freely upon his tongue. He rolls them about, first to one side, and then the other, and then he raises his head high. His throat bobs and he swallows, gulping them down all at the same time. Lowering his head he passes his tongue slowly over his lips, smacking the with a sound of cruel relish.

( The littles in your mouth feel like they're caught in a washing machine as your tongue and head shifts them about, disorienting them in the dark plasma-scented darkness. They bump against a soft mushy cheek a second, and then a harder palate the next, or even against one another. But soon, they can feel the sudden draw downwards, and desperate their best attempts to scurry to freedom, they fall victim to your mighty throat, which squeezes all of them, some dozens at a time, down your neck and hurtling down towards your eagerly awaiting stomach. Outside, the cries grow to a new hysteria as the mob once again tries to flee away from you, after the display of your ideas of what humanity should be about. )

Perditoris closes his eyes and rumbles in thunderous delight. Yes. This is how they should best be enjoyed. His stomach is enormous, his digestion agonizingly slow. They will still be kicking hours from now, and that suits the giant perfectly. Beneath him the black dome of his cockhead inches forward, stretching the rim of his sheath wider, until the flare of his glans slips free. It bobs obscenely high over the heads of those below as the beast takes one step forward, and then another, standing now in the thick of the crowd. Oblivious to those who are mashed under his feet, the mighty beast lowers his head again and thrusts his tongue into the mob. Once again it drags hundreds inside, glued helplessly to its fleshy surface. Within a second they are released and The Destroyer swallows them, alive and squealing, and then thrusts his tongue down to lick up more.

( The struggles of those inside your cavernous stomach only serve to please you further, as your food can do little but to slosh and 'massage' your innards with their struggles. You find it utterly easy to add even more into it, as your drool has already glued so many snacks together. A long slimy tendrils of humans and drool dangle down from the corner of your jaw as you slurp more into your mouth, the food tickling your gullet nicely as each mouthful is sent into your stomach to be processed. The littles now try to hide away from your mouth, many of them turning to cover beneath you, hoping that you would not catch this particular 'blind spot'. )

Perditoris ignores them, just as he ignores the kicking prey that hangs horribly from his jaws. He feasts on the mob, licking, swallowing, licking, swallowing. Another yard of penis emerges, the vast bulk of the gigantic organ still hidden. The monster grows greedier, his hunger demanding that the meat come faster. Lifting one huge foreclaw he reaches forward and sets it down sideways, his fingers and palm forming a huge wall that slides relentlessly backward, plowing humanity before it into a great writhing mound. The clawed hand scoops three times, forming a living, screaming mountain. Perditoris lowers his head, jaws opening wide, and with a single bite gathers up almost the entire pile at once. They are piled forty deep between his jaws, and packed so tightly that he cannot close his mouth around them and a few dozen tumble out and fall. But that is of no concern. Throwing his head back he snaps it forward several times in rapid succession. GULP...GULP...GULP...GULP...and then his mouth is empty, four enormous bulges rolling down his throat. He licks his lips again and sighs happily."

( Slowly, but surely, your stomach begins to twitch as it is filled with lively struggles of your food. Those trapped against your chin can only watch in horror as you devour more and more, each mouthful bigger than the last, till your final one almost clears a big swath of humanity before you. The humans are packed tighter than sardines, some of them pierced against your teeth, but the bulk remain alive and well enough to ease your appetite as you swallow them whole and alive. The four big gulps that slide down your throat feel so pleasing, each lump squirming, trying to fight in vain against your immensely strong throat muscles, but only winding up joining the others in your belly to be digested slowly as your stomach churns around them. Beneath you, the crowd whimpers and cowers in fear, wondering when will be their turn... )

Perditoris does not keep them waiting, perhaps the only spark of mercy they will be afforded today. Again his great fingers rake through the crowd, carefully piling up hundreds of meaty humans like a sandwich, and then scooping them all up in his mouth and swallowing them down. Again he smacks his lips, showing his delight. As he swallows his tail lashes behind him, smacking against a building like a whip and collapsing it, the rubble cascading down just behind his hind feet. He lifts his tail and lets it rest upon the pile of rubble, and then with his foreclaws he begins to herd more humans toward him -- but more slowly this time, letting them remain (mostly) on their feet, and instead of piling them before him, he shoves them further beneath his body.

( The handful of humanity wriggle between on your palms, and an insignificant few slip between your fingers, falling to their deaths below. But there are more than enough left for you to at least partially sate your hunger. But there are still so many more for down there, to be used as toys. They squeal and try to flee away from your sweeping fore paws, but the bulk fail, and wind up beneath your shadow, where they cower in fear. Some, out of utter desperation, begin to try to please you by licking your toes, claws and the bit of your sole, hoping you should be slightly more merciful to them than the mouthful that you have sent down into your belly. Others are wide eyed as they lie down on the ground, hearing the muffled cries of some thousands of doomed humans several feet above them, before they're drowned out by the sounds of your growling, churning stomach. )

Perditoris lifts a colossal hind foot and sets it down with a wider stance, squashing those who had been trying to worship it. Perhaps the dragon knew they were there, or perhaps not. It does not matter. They should have offered their worship long ago. Now it is too late to avoid their punishment. The dragon's underbelly looms a hundred feet above. From past the horizon of his chest his head descends on its long neck, twisting around to gaze coldly at the assemblage beneath him. His lips curl upward in a cruel smile. Toeclaws gouge into the pavement as the colossal hindlegs begin to bend, the dragon squatting slowly.

( The crowd cries out and starts to surge outward as they realise that the green ceiling above them is starting to coming down on them as you squat slowly! But alas, the sheer bulk of the crowd and their current disorganised state makes any sort of progress impossible. A few casual shifts of your fore paws is more than enough to keep them in track, and the littles can only push and shove as the dragon's massive cock starts to descend down towards them, and their fate to please the dragon in another fashion becomes ever more clear... )

Perditoris's hind feet lie like walls, penning them in and preventing any escape to the sides. He watches intently, eyes gleaming in cruel mirth, as his gargantuan maleness descends relentlessly toward the surging mob. With a chuckle he crouches further and gives his hips a small twitch to the side. Enormous testicles drop among the crowd and then swing heavily through it, battering the little bodies aside like bowling pins before they swing back, smacking aside those who stand on the other side.

( The crowd squeals, and like a very slow school of fish, they desperately try to avoid your huge dragon balls that descend down towards them. It hits them like a huge wave, and except for a tiny few who have somehow managed to clung on to it, the others are brushed aside like leaves into the wind, causing a chain reaction as they collapse onto the ground, dragging others along with them. Those behind you thought they're safe, but when you swing your balls back, they find themselves hurtled towards the barrier of rubble you have created earlier. Other begin to cry in despair, as they can't even match the power of the death god's testicles that loom above them... )

Perditoris laughs thunderously and then licks his lips and his penis pushes ponderously forth another yard or so. He purrs at the scene, the puny humans cowering beneath the awesome might of his virility, the sheer size and power of his maleness dwarfing them into insignificance. This is precisely the lesson he has wanted them to learn. He growls and squats further, watching the shrieking figures get buried under his colossal ballsac, the loose flesh rolling over them, and then his mighty cock comes down in their midst.

( The littles's cries suddenly fall slient as they find themselves trapped beneath the soft folds of your flesh, and the heavy orbs within them grinds them into the ground, slowly suffocate to their deaths even as they expend their last of their strength in an attempt to escape, which probably only pleases you further! So many are distraught by those trapped beneath your balls that they fail to notice your cock slamming down into them, driving a thick, wide furrow in their ranks and cleaving them in half. Those trapped beneath the ground and your glans are squeezed into a thin red paste, serving as a little bit of lubrication, making your cock glide further into the throng. )

Perditoris purrs more loudly and licks his lips again, catching some of the still-living people stuck there and licking them inside. His cock surges forward, yard upon yard of ebony flesh emerging and hardening, growing thicker. With a low growl the dragon rises up slightly, watching as the little bugs cower and scramble in the shadow of his growing erection. His lips draw back in a savage grin as he dreams up a new game. Above their heads his abdomenal muscles tense, pulling the mighty penis up aaginst his underside. Then the dragon relaxes, and the monstrous organ comes crashing down. The beast laughs heartlessly and does it again, and again, hammering them brutally beneath his colossal member.

( Your stomach growls in delight as you add even more into it ranks, and its rumbling as it churns around its vast load almost masks the audible sounds of groaning, partially digested victims within. But the littles have other more important concerns as they struggle to avoid your cock, which slams into them with more force than a piledriver. The disorganised rabble can barely move more than several feet before your cock comes crashing down on their heads, flattening them in an instant, while a few are just trapped, and writhe helplessly against your flared glans. Some are tossed into the air by the shockwave, and land on your cock, and several are even so unfortunate to find themselves wedged into your slit, where they are alternate between washed out by your 'trickle' of pre and the powerful throbs of your cock. )

Perditoris plays this brutal game until he grows bored with it. His mammoth cock is now fully erect, the thin precum drooling freel out and soaking many of the littles. Like his saliva, it is at first slippery, but very quickly grows tacky, and then becomes an almost unbreakable glue. The dragon huffs and with his hindclaws he starts to shove the people still alive beneath him into a great pile, just as he did with those he intended to devour. These, however, have a far more sinister use. They are pushed into a great mound between his hind feet, and then the monster slowly sits on them, allowing the full weight of his haunches to settle upon them.

( The horde of humanity struggle against your claws, pushing futilely against it, knowing that it would only led to their demise, and to your increased pleasure. But they are simply unable to match the might of the dragon in anyway, and find themselves helplessly trapped beneath a dragon's weight. The majority are crushed outright by the muscular rump, but those caught in the cleft are given a uch more insidious fate as they're left to writhe and struggle against between your powerful rump cheeks, and the lightest pressure from you sends dozens or more up into your tailhole, which swallows them up just as efficiently... )

Perditoris GROWLS in pleasure at the tiny wrigglings that are drawn into his anus, and he clenches it repeatedly, the muscular ring catching those who are pressed up against it and literally squeezing them inside. Stretching his head as far forward as he can, the dragon thrusts his tongue into the crowd and reels in another hundred or more. But these are not swallowed; he simply holds them in his mouth. His foreclaws gather in a tide of humanity and push them beneath his body, trying to bury his needful erection in their flailing forms.

( The humans write inside your anus, helpless as they ruthless forceed into it and crushed outside by the powerful clenching pressures. By there are simply more from where they came from, and each squeeze draw in fresh prey for your pleasure. The pleasure in your rump is matched by those flailing forms against your cock, each might be insignificant, but when the whole mass of them are forced to wriggle against you, the pleasure is intense! Many along the tip of your cock, or along it drown in the constant flood or pre or are squeezed into oblivion by your slit, and fore paws. Your mouthful twitches, disoriented by the darkness, and fearful of being swallowed! )

Perditoris pants deeply through his nostrils, his claws pressing the tiny humans firmly up against his cock and simply letting their writhing provide the stimulation. That, and the constant tickle of little bodies beneath his enormous scrotum, drives the dragon's passion forward rapidly. His claws start to squeeze more roughly, and then he begins outright crushing his puny victims against the massive black bulk of his cock. A low grunt rises in his throat. Hastily he stretches out his foreclaws and gathers in yet more of his unwilling helpers, packing them in around his cock and balls, and then he tucks his head down and eagerly surrounds his cockhead with his lips. Those in his mouth only have a moment to gawk at the spectacle before the dragon comes into his own mouth, gushing hundreds upon hundreds of gallons of seed from his surging loins.

( The sea of playthings seems almost endless even as you expend those closest to your malehood. A layer of bodies build up beneath your balls as you pack more of them against it, and the pitiful humans can only squirm to please you before they're crushed by the weight of the dragon's balls above them, and the piles of dead bodies beneath them. Those on your cock are likewise expended in a matter of seconds as you squeeze it harder, and those few who are pressed against your cock watch in horror as they wildly throbbing cock erupts beneath them, shooting them off into a dragon maw, that is already jam packed with humanity. They're sent gushing all over your mouth, as swimming pools worth of your seed fills your mouth, and washes the littles around in your mouth, enhancing the flavor evern further. )

Perditoris shudders in pleasure as he pours his load into his mouth. When at last his balls cease churning he draws his lips off of his cock with a slurp and raises his head, swallowing down his seed and the frantic humans who are swimming in it in a single deep gulp. He smacks his lips and then stands up, stretching in a grand arch. With his spent penis swinging obscenely beneath him, mashed bodies and a few survivors still clinging to it, he begins to walk forward, trampling carelessly through the remainder of the crowd as though not even aware of their presence. He moves forward, stepping on them obliviously, until he reaches the heart of the city where the crowd has fled into its thickest. There he simply sits down and then rolls onto his back, his huge feet in the air, his body squashing tens of thousands beneath its bulk. He leans his head back, gazing dispassionately upside-down at the crowd, and then his tongue thrusts out. Once more it gathers up several hundred. The dragon tucks his head down and noses toward his hindquarters, then roughly spits his mouthful of humanity out between his thighs. They splatter down upon his sheath and balls and belly...and within seconds stick there."

( Buildings around you crumble and collapse from just your sheer walk, and the hordes simply do not have time to escape from the gigant monster in their midst. Thousands are crushed by your foot falls, and tens of thousand more as you flop down onto the humans, treating them as nothing more than an expendable rug to lie upon. Even so, there are enough playthings left for you to toy with, and the the huamsn writhe against the sticky balls and cock, writhing against it in an vain attempt to escape. )

Perditoris leans his head back and his tongue captures a second group, and then a third, and a fourth. Each mouthful gets spat onto the dragons groin, the little bodies sticking fast. Those who are unfortunate enough to land upon his softening penis can only twitch and scream as they are dragged into the giant's sheath by the retreating organ. Soon, with his malehood completely covered with groaning, wailing bodies, the dragon lies back upon his carpet of mankind and begins to doze. Throughout the night the air echoes with the rumble of his breathing, the cries of those clinging to his haunches, and the low gurgling of the monster digesting his human prey.

( Thousands of humans are forced to accompany the destroyer in the midst throughout the night, many trapped in your sheath, where they spend their night twitching and writhing against you, giving you quite a stirring in the morning, while others can do little more than groan and churn inside your belly, as your sleeping place is lightly illuminating by the dying fires that you have started in the day... )

Perditoris awakens hours later, still surrounded by those who could not escape past the wreckage of toppled buildings. He stretches again, catlike, and then peers dispassionately down at the pathetic beings below.

( The humans who have stayed with you, have almost mainly gone insane, but enough remain, cowered by a pile of rubble, too fearful to move or to even make a noise lest they attract your attention... But of course, the struggling pile in your sheath still manages to please you with an occasional twitch and groan. )

Perditoris licks his lips and purrs. His entire groin area is covered with little human forms -- these will be carried home with him, either for food or entertainment. The beast will decide which later. He yawns and then with bored-looking swipes of his foreclaws he herds the surviving humans together into a tight throng. Then he turns his side to them and lifts a mammoth hind foot, as though intending to crush them beneath it. But the foot rises higher, the leg cocking in the air. The tip of his giant's penis pushes from its sheath, a few struggling bodies surrounding a broad slit from which a torrent of hot urine abruptely gushes. The giant pisses on the puny beings, a gesture that is as ancient as it is universal. His is marking them, claiming them as his property.

( The humans find themselves washed away by the flood of urine, the stench of ammonia causing those who manage to swim to gag. They swirl around in a slow spiral as the urine pools up around it, its surface foaming lightly around it, along with a few additional splashes as some of your earlier catch falls down into the pool, saved from a worst fate perhaps, even as a yellow waterfall gushes down on them. )

Perditoris pounds them with his waste for long, agonizing moments, before the stream tapers off and the beast lowers his foot. Then, once again ignoring anyone or anything beneath him, he turns and pounds away from those he has marked. Buildings are shouldered aside as he makes a straight line for the bridge he had left clear before. The hundreds stuck to his underside swing nauseatingly as the ground rushes past, the big hindclaws obliterating everything upon which they fall. He reaches the barricade he had built and leaps over it, landing on the other side of the river. Here he pauses and lowers his head toward the opposite end of the bridge. His jaws gape open wide and his stomach clenches and heaves. With a gagging noise an enormous mass rolls out of his mouth and lands with a thud on the far side of the bridge. It is a mountain of skeletons, clothing, hair, jewelry -- all of the indigestible portions of those who had been devoured, the meat completely dissolved away. It is left here as a grim trophy, a

You say, " It is left here as a grim trophy, and a signal to others. The Destroyer is here, and you will be his."

( A few survivors who had escaped via the bridge while the dragon have entered the city in search of dense prey, watch in horror in their hiding places at what has been left of the humans that had remained. Indeed, word of your presence will definitely spread... )

Perditoris chortles as he passes the tiny, goggle-eyed dragon he had initially encountered. "Worth staying up for?" he rumbles.

DarkLurker meeps as he finds himself the attention, and then gingerly nods. "Yes!"

DarkLurker gazes back at the carnage, "I wish I could stomp that that..." he mutters softly.

Perditoris smirks. "Maybe when you grow up." He then trods past, carrying with him his captives, who will serve him as slaves, as playthings, or as meat...or one or the other in successsion.

DarkLurker watches the big green dragon stomp away, still loaded with his prey and lets out a low contented murr.