For a moment it feels as though you are standing int he middle of a scale model of a city, but as you look closer, it becomes apparent that it is not a model -- it's real! Tiny people, just a few inchs high, scurry around your feet like frightened ants and claw at one another in their desperation 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 near and far.

Is it a man, or a wolf? Or is it something in between? Whatever it is, this creature is gigantic, standing nearly 90 feet tall! He is built like a man, but covered with thick fur which is creamy white on his chest and belly, and fades to red on his sides and finally to grey on his back. His head is like that of a wolf, his body slender but muscular, and his feet not quite plantigrade. His eyes, bright yellow pools of fire, shine down on you predatorily, and the slight curl of his lip gives him a permanent sneer which makes him look...hungry.

Rogue bursts up out of the water of the harbor with a loud bark, flinging up a wave of froth. He steps up onto the quay, the concrete cracking beneath his foot, and shakes himself hard, flinging a rainstorm in all directions. Grinning, he peers up at the dragon circling overhead.

Strength. Grace. Dark and Big! These are the words that would best describe this mammoth 125 feet tall anthro dragon. Huge swaths of obsidian black scales cover him from head to toe, except for the wide strips of ash grey that run down from his neck, across his chest and reaching the insides of his thighs. The color contrast shows off his broad shoulders and his firm, and tastefully toned musculature well. Despite the lighter scales, there is a strange shadowy aura around him, making him look darker than his surroundings.

The only thing hes wearing right now is that black half-glove he has pulled over his right paw, and you get a good view of his front. His grey large sheath and ballsac, are snugly sandwiched by his thick thighs, and while they may not be of gargantuan proportions, they certainly way above average. If you look a little more closely, you can spot the tip of his black shaft stirring within that sheath.

DarkLurker takes to the air, kicking up a serious dust storm as he glides above the clouds, almost invisible to the crowds at his destination. A small gap in the cloud cover allows him to correct his course, and after a few lazy circles, he swoops down at the edge of the city, right on a collision course with some of the buildings. The people scream in panic, and try to flee from the descending monster but they barely took a few steps before huge draconic paws crash right on top of them. The heavy landing causes the earth to shake heavily, and some of the more slipshod homes collapse from the massive quake.

Rogue roars with laughter as he watches his scaly friend join the fun. You get the honor of the first victims, who stare petrified at the bottoms of your feet rushing down upon them. They feel nothing, so quickly are they smashed to jelly. Hopefully the remainder will not have such boring deaths. The big wolf shakes out his fur again and then raises his foot, stepping over the warehouses that line the wharf and letting that foot crash down onto the highway on the other side. Cars skid and swerve, some of them crashing into the gigantic foot and crumpling against it, while the giant lupine laughs and laughs.

DarkLurker beams at his landing, he thought he was going to crash but thankfully he was able to slow his descent at the last second. As he pulls himself back to his full height again, he admires the massive web of cracks that have formed around his feet, extending all the way down the road he has landed upon. The buildings next to him don't fare much better either, their windows are smashed from the shockwave and those right next to him are barely standing. He pokes at one building with a toe, and smiles at the screams within as the building collapses on top of them. "If you want to survive... then run towards the shore," he growls deepily at the few shocked spectators, and then breathes out a long gout of flame, torching the outskirts of the city and driving his prey inward towards the shore.

Rogue grins savagely and gets the hang of the game. "You wanna live, you little gnats? Head away from the water!" He sweeps a massive foot forward through the traffic jam he has created. Cars go spinning through the air like toys, spilling their contents before crashing to the ground and rolling. A few burst into flame. With nowhere to go people begin to pour out of the vehicles and rush between the lines of immobile cars. Rogue grins over at his friend and calls, "Here's your chance to practice!" With a cruel grin he turns his murderous attention on the fleeing drivers. He steps on them, one and two at a time, sneering as they squeal and cower beneath his descending foot. Each time he raises his foot a mangled red splotch is revealed.

DarkLurker walks around the perimeter of the city, with liquid flame still gushing out of his mouth and down onto the screaming people like napalm. The heat from the dragon fire is immense, singeing the clothes and hair of the people who at the first glance, seem quite far away from the roaring inferno. Thick clouds of brown and black smoke billow forth from the torched homes, as the people frantically flee for their perceived cooler safety of the coast. Satisfied that he's got most of them running... or otherwise BBQed to a crisp, he strides right into the fire, letting the flames burn away his clothes and then remerges on the city edge, looking far more menacing than before. He smirks at the carnage on your side of the city, watching as the drivers succumb to your paws no matter no fast they try to run

Rogue licks his whiskers as he gazes at the naked, draconic colossus on the far side of the city. He winks, clearing approving, and then returns his attention to his many playthings. Bored with the highway, he jumps down off of it to land with a thundering BOOM. He strides over to a broad street and grins down at the crowd of stunned citizens who are standing and staring in stark terror at the giant wolf. "Look at you!" he says tauntingly. "You aren't even smart enough to know that you're doomed." He takes a big step forward, planting his foot deliberately in the thickest part of the crowd he can find. Those around it dive to the sides but are still splashed by the blood and guts of whose who fell beneath the giant's tread. "Nothing but bugs. That's all you are to us. So start running, bugs!" He brings his other foot up and holds it aloft, sneering as he lets it hover over their heads, letting them see the crushed bodies stuck like dead spiders to its sole.

DarkLurker rumbles deeply at the mass of humanity surging frantically down the road towards the city. It isn't as packed over here, and there are several cars desperately trying to flee the scene at top speed and wind up colliding with other vehicles in their haste to get away from the monster. DL seems content to let them be on their way too, instead focusing his attention on the stragglers that are lagging way behind or have tried to hide. His huge feet squishes them from existance easily, reducing them one by one to a red, pulpy stain on the ground. "Run, littles!" he bellows down at them angrily, "Run FASTER!" That sends the crowd shrieking and running in panic, pushing and shoving as they try to get away from the dragon which is barely less than three dragon paces behind them. Still, DL merely follows the crowd rather casually, using his huge talons now to skewer anybody left behind and flattening others with his toes.

Rogue keeps up the same pace, eyes cast down, watching the terrified humanity stream away from him. He uses his massive feet to herd them, stomping down heavily and shattering the pavement behind them as they run. Those who are too slow or who stumble and fall become the targets of the giant's cruel amusement. He chases some with his toes, nudging them this way and that while they squeak and stumble, toying with them more like a cat than a wolf until at last he lowers his mighty foot onto them. Sometimes he commands them to lick, and then laughs when they comply and crushes them anyway, simply stepping down on them and moving on, leaving them flattened to death in his wake.

DarkLurker follows the crowd into the denser parts of the city, with taller buildings and skyscrapers replacing the grids of small residences. The crowd seems to be at the edge of their stamina now, having and are starting to falter and slow, even adrenaline cannot totally block their fatigue. DL growls down at the lackluster performance, and punishes them by driving his blood soaked foot right down into the mess, sending blood and gore splattering into the others who he missed. He doesn't give them the chance to recover from the slaughter though, and brings his other foot down into the mess, and the heavy foot crashing down on them all but drowns out their screams, the sickening crunch of broken bones and the soft sticky splat they make when they are finally spread flat on the ground. A flash of light in a window in the building next to him catches his wrath, and he slams his tail into it like a whip, causing bricks, plaster and steel support beams raining out of the hole at the side of the building, and is soon followed by more people streaming out of its lobby and up against the dragon's feet...

Rogue mrrrrs, his eager excitement at the mass slaughter evidenced by the enormous erection that bobs and sways before him, dribbling thin syrup down onto the heads of those he is driving before him. Now and then he'll duck to the side to body slam a building, sending it toppling over simply for the fun of it...simply because he *can*. He can see the crowd starting to build up ahead. The two giants are drawing nearer, and the fleeing victims are starting now to run headlong into each other. He wags his tail at the sight of his draconic friend standing in the midst of what appears to be a carpet of humanity. They are squealing wildly and scrambling with mad, mindless fright around your gigantic toes, some even climbing over them, others slipping in the oily gore that seeps out from underneath. Most are gibbering incoherently, cowering in the shadow of the looming giant, reduced to mere ants at his feet.

DarkLurker gloats down at the new arrivals, who were turned from an audience of the carnage to active participants. He forces himself to remain still, leting more spill out on the road first before kicking the lobby with his foot. It easily rips through the concrete structure and brings the walls crashing down on those too slow to escape, but he doesn't flatten his foot against those who are underfoot, whimpering in fear as the blood and gore of their fellow citizens drips down on them like a thick vicious shower of blood. He enjoys their whimpers and the 'massaging' as some of them try to dig themselves out, before squashing them flat. He turns and beams as you approach him, with a fair sided crowd to boot and then looks down at the panic strikened mass of bodies right inbetween them, smiling in approval. He pulls his foot out of the building, leaving it to topple over behind him as he herds the more stragglers right into the mob with the side of his foot.

Rogue glances down and sees a small stream of people trying to rush past his feet. They might even have escaped his notice if they were not shrieking in such thoughtless terror. He growls and bends down, scooping them up in his hand and bringing them, all intertwined, up to his eyes. "Where do you think YOU're going?" he rumbles, and then with a casual squeeze he crushes them all to juice in his bare hand. Turning, he flings the broken remains down into the midst of the mob ahead, which has packed in so much that some in the very center are actually being pushed up on top of those around them. He too uses the side of his foot to shove the stragglers in, crushing some of them without caring, and then he reaches over and yanks down a skyscraper beside him, creating an impassable mountain of rubble. He snickers and licks at the blood on his hands. Taking two steps forward he stands in the midst of the scrambling, squalling mob, the little bodies surrounding his feet as though he were standing in a shallow puddle. Precum drools down from his twitching erection and splatters on their heads. "Oh, yes," he rumbles with a wicked leer.

DarkLurker glares down at the mob with those uncaring cold eyes of his, and then slides his long forked tongue over his muzzle in an exaggerated slow motion, causing the crowd to wail in panic once more. "Who wants to be the first to fill the dragon's belly?" he growls down at them. Of course, there aren't any volunteers! He growls angrily and whips his tail around him, sending it crashing right down on crowd beneath him. He then uses its bloodied length to scrape a sizeable chunk of edibles from the rest of the crowd, curling it around them like a snake before lifting them all the way up his awaiting wide open maw. He releases his tail grip on them, and they are sent hurtling down through the air, screaming and windmilling their arms as they fall. A lot of them are given a nice cushioned landing on his damp, spongy tongue or jaws, others end up skewered on teeth, while others fall back down on their crowds down below. DL lets his mouthful scurry in panic first, before closing his maw like a drawbridge. His throat flexes, and soon a single large squirming lump can be seen sliding down his throat.

Rogue mrrrrs approvingly as he watches. His gaze drops casually down to the struggling carpet at his feet and he ponders them. "So many ways to torment them," he muses. "What to do, what to do." One of his titanic footpaws rises and glides forward, hovering cruelly over the struggling mob. They are so tightly packed in that they cannot escape its shadow. He lets it settle down lightly, allowing the bloodsmeared solepads to rest on the wiggling bodies for a few moments. He strokes it over them thoughtfully, as if contemplating the feel of their squirming limbs, and then he presses down on them with a satisfying *scrunch*. His furry toes wiggle in the gore that squeezes up like mud between them. "And so meaty...and squirmy...and tender....and helpless!" He bends down and pinches his fingers around the head of a nice athletic-looking one. He lifts it up and dangles it brutally by its head and lets it kick, before he lowers it down and drags it rudely over the tip of his erect cock, smearing it with precum. Then he lifts it and tosses his head back, and simply drops the kicking morsel into his mouth. His throat pulses once, and then he licks his lips.

DarkLurker's eyes flutter and he growls happily as his mouthful settles down in his belly and starts to splash about in his juices as they try to escape, and the volume of his rumbling raises a notch. He very casually rubs his belly in a wide circle with his left paw, enjoying the feel of digesting live prey. Even his shaft spills out from his sheath, casting a new darker shadow down on the crowds below. A thin clear liquid bubbles out from its drip, and while most of it simply runs down its long black length, a few stray drops drip down on the crowds below, adding to the pool you have created earlier. He focuses his attention back on the absolutely terrified crowd, eager to get more. "They say it's a nice trip, and ask you to come and visit them..." He takes another pair of steps into the crowd, driving more of them up in the center or against your foot while splattering more beneath his foot before he crouches down, rubbing his paws gleefully as he scans the crowd for the best portions.

Rogue sneers, his long fangs gleaming, eyes reflecting the sea of upturned, terrified faces. He crouches down, too. His enormous balls crash down on the heads of those who had been caught directly beneath him and batter them down to the ground. Others fall, kicking and squirming, in the shadow of his huge, furry rump. He rests on his heels, mercifully not sitting on them, but their sheer numbers keep them from escaping the titanic ass that hovers just over their heads. "I hear that it takes dragons a lot longer than wolves to digest their food," he says coldly, as he fishes with two fingers through the crowd, plucking choice morsels from amongst the others and transferring them to his other fist, where he clutches them tightly against one another. "You're better off having me eat you. The suffering will be shorter." He collects eight screaming prey before he opens his mouth and stuffs them in. Playfully he grins at his draconic friend, showing off the struggling bodies caged behind his teeth, and then with his tongue he hauls them to the back of his throat and gulps them down alive.

DarkLurker doesn't see anybody all too noteworthy in the crowd, and so he decides to make up for it in quantity. His two hand paws, until now unbloodied, now tear through crowd, and emerges from the mob with two handfuls of squirming bodies. He brings both paws together, and carefully interlocks his fingers to form a combined scoop for them before he lifts them up... to his erect shaft. He drives his by now, hot shaft into the pleasant struggles and then brings his wrists together, trapping the crowd inside as he starts to grid his cock against them, turning them to paste with several powerful thrusts while coating them with pre that seems to be bursting non-stop now. The flood of pleasure overcomes the dragon, and he falls back into a sitting position, trapping a few who were trying to escape beneath his ass, while draping yet others with his full grey balls. He growls huskily at the wolf as he devours his meal, watching as an entire group of 8 prey vanish down his throat.

Rogue mrrrrs and eyes the lustful dragon as he finally yields to the temptation and uses the entrapped humanity for the purpose for which the gods placed them on the globe -- as playthings for their giant tormentors. He reaches down and snatches up another handful of struggling prey and stuffs them into his mouth like popcorn, gulping them down whole as he watches the dragon's sexy ass crash down on those who were trapped beneath it. As the double handful is brutally crushed into lube against the dragon's immense cock, Rogue licks a final survivor who had been clinging to a whisker into his mouth and then drops forward. He crawls toward the dragon, ignoring the little beings who squelch beneath his hands and knees, and lowers his head to lap gingerly at the very tip of the meat-covered shaft.

DarkLurker's powerful thrusting and grinding eventually turns everybody around his cock into nothing more than red lubricant, instead of living toys, and he doesn't like that much. He lifts his paws off his red-stained shaft and then cruelly flattens his paws down on the crowd, wiping the blood and gore off them like like they were grass. Once more, he grabs two more handfuls, but this time, he drops one handful into his long flat maw, letting them scream and glance out between his teeth in fear before slamming his mouth down on them. He swallows this group one by one, using his agile tongue to corral them before swallowing. "This is... so.... good!" he utters that he constricts and then squashes the other handful out by instinct. He growls happily as you crawl towards him, his eyes half-closed and his tail swishing side to side happily.

Rogue kneels between the larger dragon's legs, his tail wagging briskly. "You can keep eating," he says slyly as he glances up, "while I show you a little trick I learned." He ducks his head down and shovels his lower jaw through the crowd; when he raises it his mouth is crammed with flailing limbs. He winks at you and then closes his jaws with a crunch, brutally chewing them into hamburger. But rather than swallowing them, he scoops both of his hands through the crowd the same way you did, hefting up a small army of tangled, writhing bodies. He lowers his head and parts his lips; still chewing, he lets a sickening mixture of drool, blood and mashed organs rain down on them. Those hands then get cupped around your enormous cock, surrounding the broad head with slick-smeared human prey. He does not squeeze, does not crush them -- he simply lets their helpless struggles caress you.

DarkLurker lets himself fall back on the ground, with his wings easing him gently to the ground as you create an absoutely delightful mass of bodies out from the crowd. His legs twitches and then lashes out into the crowd, pushing them around with his bloody sole and heel. Those unlucky ones wound up getting run over as if his paw was a massive steam roller, while others are pushed to your own feet, squashing them inbetween the two. He hisses rather comically as the handful around his cock, flail their lubricated bodies against his cock and he quickly adds even more of his pre into the orgy pile. His tail writhes on the ground, matching the struggles of those pressed against his cock as he reaches out for more victims to feed, stuffing two handfuls into his hungry maw. This mouthful is too big to swallow at once, so he chews some, softening it with saliva and gore before gulping everything down. His belly, is soon, tingling with the struggles of those inside.

Rogue smiles down at you. It is such an endearing sight, the big dragon lying on his back in a teeming field of prey. The savage jaws work rhythmically, crunching limbs and skulls and spines into pulp that mixes with the intact and still-writhing bodies, all to be swallowed down, the lump rolling smoothly along the long throat. When your mouth is empty he leans forward and offers up his double-handful of moaning, coughing, half-drowned toys. These he pours into your waiting jaws as well seasoned meat, and then he scoops up more and crushes them in his hand, letting their remains splatter down along your cock as lube. Then it is two more handfuls, all screeching and pleading for mercy as the monstrous black cock pushes up into their midst. They are tumbled against it and smeared with precum and blood, slicking their limbs as they scrabble and try to push away fro the mammoth glans against which the big wolf has them pinned.

DarkLurker slowly shakes his bum across the ground as the 'caressing' around his cock gets really intense, and his cock throbs violently, shaking the victims and even your hands too. The lazy trickle of pre turns into a series of quick blasts, splashing up against the crowd and your hands. "Oooooh! Where.... did you... learn that?" he hisses again, as he surrenders into the blissful feelings from his cock. His hand paws, no longer grope for food, but instead dig into the ground. It doesn't matter really, as you hand feed him. The greedy dragon, swallows the offered handful, making his stomach bulge just a little as more living prey are added to the mass to be digested. The huge amount of food only dilutes the stomach acids, making their stay a very long and painful one as the hot stomach churns around them. Then, as you place your next double handful of toys against his shaft, he starts to thrust into them, pounding both them and your paws against his shaft. "Urh... Squeeze them... tighter," he groans.

Rogue grins. He is a cruel wolf after all, and not just to the littlefurs. Instead of squeezing them, he teasingly just lets them continue their delicate wiggling and kicking around your glans, and then when they are soaked in your precum, he raises them up and pours them into your jaws, the thin fluid washing them down onto your tongue. He then crawls backward slightly and lowers his head. All you can see is his eartips, but you can *feel* what he is doing. A warm, furry finger is lifting your scrotum, and you can feel tiny figures being shoved roughly beneath it and crammed into the narrow cleft of your ass -- by a very warm and slick lupine tongue. His breath warms your groin as he shoved them harder, cramming them up against your taut tailhole. There they writhe and twist, and inevitably one of them is pushed back at the center of the pucker, and swallowed up by it, his squirming moving inside as the tight ring clenches around him and drags him in.

DarkLurker squirms beneath you as he's teased! His paws had dug so deep into the ground in anticipation that they've pulverised the concrete slabs into dust and compacts them into a single grey lump. He forgets to devour the offered mouthful, but his instincts still do as wet throat muscles clench around the offering, shoving them down the slimey tunnel down into his stomach, which is just as packed as the handful as they had come from, only that it's a lot more corrosive... His tail writhes some back and starts to randomly smash into the buildings around him as your fingers work around his ass. "You... OOOOOH!" he cries out as one slips past the tight opening and up into his. His entire body tenses, stiffening at the new pleasurable sensation.

Rogue grins and ducks his head down. He uses his snout to drive more terrified people forward, gnashing his teeth at them and herding them up between the mighty walls of your thighs and under your balls. There his tongue catches them from behind, stuffing them up under your tail, cramming them rudely against the tight ring. They writhe against it in powerless desperation, but it is that very struggling that seals their terrible fate, for as they rub against the puckered opening they inevitably find the yielding spot and are stuffed inside. One by one they are swallowed, alive and screaming, not by the dragon's maw but into a more horrific place, where their wriggling is even more delicious than that in your stomach. Rogue spreads his knees as he works and presses his own groin down upon the croud, battering them with his titanic cock and balls, shoving them this way and that and enjoying their limbs kicking and beating against it. As your ass fills with pleading playthings, the big wolf raises his head. Grinning broadly at you, he crawls to kneel between your legs again and ducks his head, dragging his wet tongue just once along the length of your cock and licking away most of the gore and slime. "May I...join them in there?"

DarkLurker squirms beneath you, twisting and carving his back into the earth. He flings the useless pile of earth in his paws aside and looks for a new spot to grab, and eventually settles down around your shoulders, trying to pushing you downward towards his crotch as he feels your fur and the throng of humanity so helplessly piled up against him. The black erection is throbbing around them as they are ground inbetween the malehoods of the two titans around them. With his ass filled with utterly blissful but yet only teasing bunch of bodies, he only wants more! He rowls are your request, "Yess... but first..." He rolls onto his front, and then crawls a little to where the bulk of the crowd still is and then settles down heavily on them. Hundreds are instantly crushed beneath dragonhide and muscule, but there's still enough batting against his cock and balls to make it worthwhile. He spreads his legs, and then lifts his tail up in the air, exposing his tailhole to you.

Rogue ohhhs at the sight and licks his lips. Growling huskily, he places a hand on either side of your hips and then straightens his legs out, then presses his hips downard between your legs. His gigantic cock lands with a thud on the pavement and begins to slid along it, catching some humanity and grinding them beneath it and sending others fleeing before it. Some become trapped, climbing in their blind panic up along the back of your balls and cowering between the curves of your ass, their bodies pressed up against the terrible anus that twitches with the struggles of those within. They shriek wildly as the wolf's fat cockhead catches up to them and mashes them hard against your tailhole. Those who are not crushed outright are forced inside , tumbling amongst the others as the heavy wolfcock stretches your ring and begins to cram its way inside. Rogue growls and pants, and then settles his furry bulk down fully along your back. He starts to thrust, hips bumping lightly at your rump as his cock drags out and then shoves back in, driving the struggling toys deeper.

DarkLurker snaps his mouth at anyone trying to hide around his hide, turning them into bloody strips. He doesn't eat anymore now, he's pleasantly full with food now. Instead, he lets those still alive beneath him listen to the muffled screams and cries of those digested inside him as they struggle for freedom beneath the bulk of the dragon. His own buried cock drives a thin ridge through the slight curvature of his belly, creating a tiny haven for a few extremely lucky ones who are trapped right in front of it. Soon, their haven is turned into another pleasure chamber for the dragon as you stuff your own immense cock into his ass. His tail tip drapes around your shoulder, lending you force as you pump hard into him. His ass too chips in, clenching tightly at the littles, keeping them flailing uselessly in their place before your huge cock slams right into them like a freight train. Your bucking sends his cock bobbing up against those trapped against his cock, and they're soon helplessly smothered between his black glans and his belly scales.

Rogue groans deeply, baring his teeth and panting as he mates his gigantic friend. He spreads his legs, catching hundreds of survivors between his thighs and yours and squeezing them into mush, before he presses his knees down into the cracking pavement for more leverage and begins to drive himself into you in earnest. The tiny creatures writhing with you are battered mercilessly by his cock, and after a few moments stop moving, hammered into unconsciousness first, and then their bodies coming apart, turning into just more lifeless lube for the big males. The remainder of the crowd, still trapped, can do nothing but stare at the two rutting giants and pray that they will be satisfied with the slaughter and will let the survivors go free. Whether either is entertaining such a thought cannot be told, but it is unlikely. Rogue at once point growls and rolls you slightly to your side. With one hand he sweeps fresh prey beneath you and then pushes you back to your belly, your titanic cock surrounded by even more by even more kicking limbs.

DarkLurker roars as you continue to pump your gargantuan wolf cock into him. But he's a dragon, and easily accepts your shaft as he lets his ass flutter and then clench around your cock. All the 'human lubricant' is coming in very handy too, not to mention the few extremely lucky survivors who are pushed all the way up against his prostrate gland by your shaft. DL once again grips the ground to maintain his position, his wings providing a smooth surface for you to lean against. He contentedly lets his own cock to be 'refilled' with victims, some are instantly trapped beneath his engorged shaft and torn apart by the movements of the dragon above him. The more lucky ones are pressed along the side, where the bucking motions aren't fast enough to crush them yet. Those on the tip however, are now struggling for air as the tiny chamber they're in starts to fill with pre as the huge cock bears down them. One of the victim's arms gets squeezed into his slit too, causing the entire dragon to shudder violently beneath you.

Rogue shudders, too, and suddenly slams his hips roughly forward against your muscular ass. His entire body seems to tighten up at once and then he looses a savage growl through clenched teeth. You can feel his heavy shaft throbbing within backpassage, and any hapless playthings that had still been kicking between glans and prostate are soon drowned by hundreds of gallons of wolfcream that gushes out and fills the cavity around them. The big wolf's muscles lock as he pours his pleasure into you, and then he sags atop your back, panting and whining in joyful pleasure.

DarkLurker is soon pushed to his climax by the combination of toys around his cock, those beneath his balls and the remains of those inside his ass. As his ass is filled with your cum, he trembles beneath you, hrows his head back up. His chest swells a little, crushing those trapped between his pecs, before he ROARS down the road, the rush of wind so strong that it sends cars flying. His tail coils halfway around your chest, squeezing you lightly as he releases his own load. Those trapped against his cock are blasted back by the tremendous eruption, breaking every bone in their body. The chamber they are in quickly fills, not with pre, but with sticky white cum and they're left there to drown in the thick sticky liquid. DL then lefts his head drop back to the ground with a heavy thud, rumbling softly.

Rogue rumbles deeply as wel. He noses at the middle of your back and gives a little affectionate nip between your wings. His hips twitch, shifting his still-hard cock slightly within you. "How was that?"

DarkLurker wriggles his rump a little as you shift your cock inside him and he nods his head slightly while combing your back with his wing tips. He gazes over at the bunch of people still cowering at the side in the wake of the two titans, "It was great! But what to do with the rest..."

Rogue turns his head slowly from side to side. Thousands are dead, but tens of thousands more are still trapped in the makeshift arena that the monsters have created. He smirks and licks up over his nose. "It would be a pity to waste them," he mumbles. Taking a deep breath, he presses his hands down on either side of you and slowly withdraws, his thick cock sliding free with a wet slurping sound. It drips blood and semen onto the back of your balls. Slipping a hand to your side, Rogue eases you over onto your side and grins down at the mashed bodies that lie in the vague shape of your torso on the ground where you had been lying, and at the great sea of cum in which wide-eyed victims are mired like flies in tree sap. A few still cling to your cock, twitching, stuck there by your seed. "There must be some amusement we can get from them before we wipe them out."

DarkLurker grunts as you draw your shaft out of his ass and then rolls over to his side, followed by his back. His own black shaft glistering in the sunlight, and like yours, is soaked in blood and cum. He sneers at a group huddled next to his head and snorts out a small fout of flame, turning them into living torches. "Yes yes," he murmurs, swishing his tail as he rubs his owns paws on your waist. "It would be a great waste if we don't get more fun out of them."

Rogue grins. The numbers of dead, including those who are still twitching in both beast's stomachs, have left more room for the survivors to move around. They have chosen to press back, forming a narrow clearing around the two giants. The entire pack of them is oddly silent, whimpering and squeaking now and then as cold, predatory eyes play over their numbers. He chews his lip, and then suddenly lunges toward the crowd. His hands rush through their midst, sweeping together, driving a massive clump of bodies together in a tight mass. He picks them up all at once, some wiggling through his fingers and falling, ignored, to their deaths below. They are half-placed, half-dropped in a big pile upon your lower abdomen and over your spent cock. Quickly he lowers his head down and bares his teeth fully. Just for effect he snaps up the first one to gain his feet and start running. He crunches the little body viciously between his teeth, keeping his lips drawn back so that the violent execution is fully revealed, and then he callously drops the mangled remains onto your belly. "Clean him," he snarls, and watches the victims with cold, scornful eyes.

DarkLurker chuckles down at the array of little servants you have piled up on his shaft, and how they cringe at the show of violent. He props his head on his paws, and watches with amusement as the tiny figures start to work on cleaning him up, rubbing with their hands and arms. "No no no," he chuckles down at them. "You got it wrong. You must lick... like this." And as an example, he curls his tail tip around one of the the group and carries him over to his maw, where he's passed over to his tongue. His tongue throughly scrubs the little victim, ripping off all of his clothes in the process before drawing him deep into his maw. There seems to be a soft cry from within, which is quickly followed by throat muscles flexing. "And get to work like that... or you'll all be joining him."

Rogue sneers. He lets his muzzle hover close over the heads of the prisoners, teeth never more than arms' length away. He belches noisily for added effect, his breath reeking of death and suffering. "We may spare you," he growls deeply. "Good slaves are hard to come by." His lips slide back further in a gleeful leer. "Easier to come ON," he says with a snicker, tail wagging at his own joke. He watches closely, and when he spies one who is not using his tongue, he turns his head to the side and catches the offender's head between his back teeth. The victim shrieks and flails, legs spinning as he is lifted several feet off of your belly, and then there is a terrible crack as Rogue simply crushes his head between his molars and lets the body drop.

DarkLurker bobs his thighs up and down a little, creating a very unstable platform for his slaves to work on. The sticky cum keeps some in place, while others slip and fall down to the sides. His tail quickly catches those who do and offers them up to the huge wolf maw, letting you crunch them. Eventually, the work force thins out quite a lot but there just seems to be hardly any work done at all. He grumbles to himself as he sticks his arm into an opening in the pile of debris next to his shoulder, plucking out another group of survivors trying to hide inside and then pins them onto his belly, where they can hear his stomach still churning and working away on the barely whimpering meals within. "Work harder and faster you fools," he growls at them after releasing his grip.

Rogue sneers and snaps threateningly at them, his teeth clashing above while the mighty dragon's stomach rumbles below, barely muffling the agonized wails within as your prior victims are slowly digested. "Do you hear that?" he growls at them, his breath swirling around their terrified forms. "They are going to be dragon-scat in a few hours. Your kind is all doomed to the same fate -- to be reduced to droppings. We're giving you a chance to avoid that fate for a while. Do as we say...or we'll have more fun with you."

DarkLurker watches the frantic prey pick up the pace, frantically licking away at his white, red and pink mess all along his groin. One of them tries to cheat by using his arms, but he quickly snatches up the offender with his tail and this time, places him squarely between his toes. "If he doesn't like dragon cum, maybe he'll like to lick up his own kind," he says with a grin as the little human starts frantically licking when DL slowly squeezes him with his toes.

Rogue leers! He rises to his feet, a bit of his residual pleasure dripping down onto the top of your leg near to where the captives are working. In two steps he is back in the midst of the crowd, and uses his foot to shove them toward your immense foot, which rises like a building before them, the little victim still kicking between your toes. "The dragon-wash is open," he says brightly, using his toetips to nudge them roughly toward your gore-caked sole. "You're either part of the solution, or you're part of the problem, if you catch my drift." A few try to flee; Rogue simply catches them with the side of his foot and pushes them back into play. After two or three make the attempt he slams his foot down hard on two would-be escapees, and there are no more attempts in that direction.

DarkLurker slides his paws out from underneath his head and plucks one more victim from his slave pile. This one, he squeezes head first into the slit of his softening shaft, letting him get a mouthful of dragon cock. He tries to clench his cock slit tightly around that one, keeping him place as he licks away, "Awww, too bad these guys just don't have long tongues," he snickers at the other and playfully presses down on his bum with a finger, shoving even him harder into his cock while he feels tens of tiny tongues and paws pressed against his toes. There's still a few stragglers skewered on his talons, gurgling weakily as they bleed to death, and they give those down below a ghastly reminder of what'll happen to them if they don't obey the wolf or the dragon. DL grins back up to the standing wolf, now that he's casting his shadow over him. "Oh, what about you? Not getting these unproductive things to scrub you as well?"

Rogue lets out a barking laugh. "First, they have terrible memories. They need frequent demonstrations." With that he starts to walk forward, striding right into the thick of the shrieking crowd, casually stepping on them in droves. Behind him he leaves deep footprints filled with mutilated and twitching bodies, the wounded groaning and waving feebly from amidst the gore. He moves to the very outskirts and does a slower sweep, watching as the humans flow like water back toward the center of the enclosure, driven there by his tramping feet. They begin to cluster once more around the dragon's prone body, and as they clear away from the edges Rogue rips down a few more buildings to shrink the enclosure. Snickering and licking his whiskers, he steps into the thick of the crowd and squats down, his huge ass looming over them, the curves knocking a few over. "Now me," he growls.

DarkLurker raises an eyeridge at the group along his groin, they cleaned up a small portion of him so far with their tongues, but most of the group are already exhausted, their tongues dry and numb from licking so much dragon cum. He scoops them all up in a single handpaw and cups them against his ballsac, letting them clean that up by writhing and squirming their bodies against the softer grey scales down there. He grins as you crouch over, and uses his other foot to push some more back towards your crotch. Relucant tiny hands start to stroke and tickle your rump and balls, before turning into tiny licks as they try to work the mess out from both your flesh and fur. DL half sits up, just enough for him to stuff a few more between his toes and give them a needed boost in height to start licking your shaft. He snickers evily, "It's amazing how they still try to escape even seeing what happens to those who try."

Rogue mrrrr's, tail waving to and fro as he is tickled by the tiny slaves. "They don't learn," he says. "That's what makes them so fun." He leans over and noses at your muzzle, and then starts to lick some of the fresh blood from your jaws.

DarkLurker rumbles softly as you lean against him, and he nibbles at your chin while you clean off. Then, he grunts a little. The ticklish mass around his balls has stopped, but that all squirming on his cock has created an urge of another sort. "Uh, just a moment," he mumbles apologetically to you, as he pushes you slightly aside. He then rolls over to his side again, tose caught between his toes are squashed flat as the dragon's weight settles down on them. He grips his cock with a paw, aiming both it and the occupant on top of it right at a crater a short distance away filled with people seeking some sort of cover. A loud satisifed moan leaves the dragon's lips as a yellow stream blasts his cock cleaner off into the pit, and it soon starts to fill...

Rogue roars with laughter! "good call!" he says, and then he sits up as well. "It looks like they aren't willing to be useful anyway," he says, and with that he grips his own semi-soft cock and aims it down at the cowering mob. he laughs as he pisses on them, battering them with the warm stream, deliberately playing it through their numbers and knocking them aside like tiny bowling pins.

DarkLurker wipes his cock dry with a few more victims before flinging them into the steaming yellow pit, where they land with a soft splash. Some of them are trying to escape from that hot pool, desperately padding towards the edge of the crater. Others are threshing about wildly, not knowing how to swim and eventually sink down to it's depths. DL then carefully plucks a large disc shaped piece of concrete, probably one of the floors of a building and then covers the crater with it, leaving the victims inside. He then turns back to you, grinning as you knock them over, the impact along causing them to slide all the way back till their backs are to pile of debris, "Nice... strike." he grins over to you.

Rogue snickers, shaking the last few drops down onto their heads. "Well, if they aren't going to show any sort of use, then they're nothing more than worthless ants." He leers down at them, and then with deliberate slowness he lifts a gigantic foot and lowers it toward them, letting them see it coming, letting them cower and plead and shriek. "So they can die like worthless ants."

DarkLurker snickers evily as he pulls himself back up to a sitting position, watching your huge foot hover above their shrieking bodies. A few, as always, try to feel, but DL quickly rotates his legs and uses his own blood soaked feet to kick them back in place. He growls down at them, "Yeah, and they multiply like those bloody ants too, and get into all sorts of places where you don't want them to.

Rogue giggles. "If you aren't food," he says to the scrambling hordes, "and you aren't toys, then you are bugs to be crushed underfoot." He lets his foot come down on them, laughing as they writhe beneath its weight, their limbs thrusting up between his toes and flailing frantically. He allows it to rest on them torturously and then presses down, wagging his tail at the feel of their frail little bodies popping and squelching. He gives his foot a contemptuous twist to grind them fully into the earth, and then lifts that foot and swings it over the heads of the nearest survivors, letting them see the results of the butchery up close.

DarkLurker smirks evilly at the first gropu oozes out from beneath your feet as they're throughly squished underpaw by your paw, and the second, now giving up all hope in any sign of mercy from the two giants start to flee away from your foot. DL quickly hops to his feet and joins in the bug squishing exercise too, focusing primarily on the lone escapees first, hoping to goad the others to escape in bigger groups so they'll squish better.

Rogue laughs thunderously and begins stamping his feet violently, smashing his tonnage down hard on the writhing bodies and splattering them into thick juice. Left, right, left, right, tongue flapping between his jaws as he pants with the excitement of mass murder. His enormous footpaws pound relentlessly, chasing down the scrambling little forms and hammering them flat. No amount of pleading, no offerings can placate the savage wolf, who is having far too much fun squishing his playthings.

DarkLurker chuckles as you 'dance' all over the victims, the shock of your footpads sending others toppling and falling on their feet before you end their worthless lives with a cruel hard stomp. Soon, the ground starts to turn into crimson, strewed with bodies of bodies all around. DL now turns his search on any survivors trying to drag themselves to safety or freedom, grinding them flat with a footpad.

Rogue pants and barks excitedly as he massacres the doomed captives, smashing their bodies into red berry-splatters all around. Soon he has decimated their ranks, reducing them to less than a hundred. These he rounds up and chases with purposeful stomps toward the towering dragon. They race right up to your feet and halt, clinging to one another and cowering. Rogue plants his own feet behind them and stands right in front of you, corraling them between the huge paws. He leers down at them and licks his whiskers. "Last ones," he pants. "any ideas?"

DarkLurker swishes his tail as he contemplates the fate of those trapped between those paws and an idea comes to mind, "Let's squish them between our paws." He flattens his foot as much as possible, and then uses the side of the other to roughly scoop them up on the top of his foot. A few slip into the tight spaces between his toes, but the bulk of them remain poised on top of his digitgrade paw, "Now crush 'em... slowly."

Rogue snickers! The tiny captives howl and beg for their lives as the two cruel titans discuss killing them, as callously as two schoolboys planning to burn ants with a magnifying glass. Rogue watches as they are shoved over and tumble, writhing, onto the top of your foot. Three roll off and start running; Rogue ignores them, since they can't get far. He carefully lowers his foot down on the rest, sandwiching them down between his leathery pads and the scaly top of your foot. "Feels good," he says with a growl. His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you up closer, pressing his hips to yours and licking at your chin. "how slow is slow?"

DarkLurker murrs and slides his paws along your back as the feels the pressure mounting on his foot, the struggles between are getting more desperate now as they try to break free of the tightening space. He smooches you lightly on the cheek, "Let them pop one by one..." he rumbles softly and wriggles his foot against yours, pressing those just behind his toes up against your heel.

Rogue grins and nips affectionately at your shoulder. He rubs his foot a little atop yours, grinding his pads over them, rolling some of them over, and then he begins to press down. Just a little bit, letting them feel the crushing weight mounting, then pausing to rub again, and then pressing down harder, and harder still...

DarkLurker lazily flaps his wings, generating just enough lift to force his foot up against yours as well. The two lucky ones trapped between his toes get a clear view of the carnage just above them as your foot comes down harder and the remains of the frantically squirming victims spurt out from between flesh and scales, soaking them in the blood bath. Soon, as the weight mounts, the last victim on top of his foot snaps and is reduced to a soft gooey paste. "Mmmm... excellent," he murmurs softly as he strokes the back of your head with a paw.

Rogue grins and wags, then slowly lifts his foot to see what is left. Some gooey red strings trail down from it, and as he watches, two bloodsoaked little bodies stumble out from between your toes, gagging and choking. "Urr?"

DarkLurker chuckles at the two red-soaked littles, "They fell inbetween my toes, " he explains to you. "I thought a haunting, up close and personal experience might make them scream more."

Rogue hmmmmms. He watches them stumble off, gibbering, and then hunts around with his eyes for the three who escaped the crushing. "There they are. Last three....." he says with a cruel grin.

DarkLurker grins down at them, giving them a view of his fangs, "My my, what to do with these bugs..." he gloats as he taps his chin with his finger. He sweeps his tail down towards them, trapping them in a single tail coil before dragging them closer.

Rogue laughs loudly! "Grab one," he says brightly, "the biggest one." he turns and trots over to a still-intact building. He thrusts his hand through the wall and rakes through the wreckage, and pulls out long strands of wire. When you have made your choice, he takes the little kicking playtoy from you and rips off any clothing it may have had left with a fingerclaw. He then pushes it up face-first against your colossal ballsac. "Hold him here," he says, guiding your finger to press into the middle of the captive's back. It kicks and squirms against your musky scrotum while Rogue seizes one of its arms and ties a loop of wire tightly around its wrist. He then wraps that loop up and around your waist, over your tail and forward between your legs, where he catches the opposite ankle and ties it firmly. the other arm and the other leg are secured similarly. The panting, twitching little male is turned into something of a living thong, his body half-cupping your gigantic balls.

DarkLurker crouches down and plucks the meatest one, not quite sure what you have in mind as you trots off to search for something. Of course, when he murrs as the little is stuffed up against his balls, almost vanishing between those huge grey folds of skin and flesh. He grins down at your handiwork and shakes his hips, sending the little human bouncing up and down against his balls. "Ooooh nice," he mutters, and his sheath starts to fill out again...

Rogue grins. "Two left. Your turn to decide his fate."

DarkLurker murrrs as he gets another erection thanks to the constant thrashing of the victim now tightly pinned against his balls. He shifts himself a little, guiding the wire and pulling it a little more taut so he's pushed further up. He decides to do rude things with the other one to. He transfers one of them to his awaiting hand, while lowering the other one down to his tailhole with his tail. It's tapered tip coiled around the human, easily slides into the well stretched opening, and it slides back into view again, the human is nowhere to be seen.

Rogue mmmms and takes the last one from you. He laps softly at the back of your living thong, and then raises his head a little and licks lovingly at your swelling cock, his saliva smearing along its length and lapping away any remains that the now-dead helpers had neglected. Once you are quite fully hard he strips the final victim and pinches its legs together. Snerking, he grips your thick cock in one hand and presses the squealing morsel's feet against the slit at the tip of your cock, carefully forcing them inside.

DarkLurker rumbles as you lick his cock, and with only a few licks, it soon swells to its maximum length again, already leaking pre from its long wide slit. Then, he starts to hiss as you insert the victim's feet into his slit, which is immediately drenched in pre. The little toy squirms some more, twisting his foot about in the tight hot opening but only gets more blasts of pre in return. "Uhhh, I..." DL rumbles some more, the one he has stuffed into his ass is kicking too, trying to crawl back out. A few quick clenches keeps him firmly in place as more pre starts to bubble out of his cock. DL grabs his shaft with a paw, rubbing slowly along it's length, already missing the multitude of 'helpers'.

Rogue smiles and pinches the little toy between his fingers, wiggling it, letting its own struggles help to work it down. There is a soft sucking sound as he struggles amidst the thick precum welling up around him. Rogue pins the flailing arms and forces the victim deeper, all the way up to his neck. With a small push on top of the helpless human's head he shoves its shoulders in, and the rim of your cumslit closes around its neck. Precum bubbles up around the twitching, twisting head, threatening to drown the little one. Rogue gives an affectionate lick over your cocktip and over the victim's face, and then turns and thuds down onto all fours, facing away from you, his tail upraised. "Slowly," he says, with a lick of his whiskers. "Let him enjoy seeing it coming."

DarkLurker tries hard to remain calm as you squeeze more of the last victim into his cock, his cock swelling as it gulps more of him. Most of the victim is absolutely covered in pre now, and more oozes out as he struggles to break free, he squeezes his shaft a little, forcing himself to calm as he pivots towards you and crouches slightly behind you, taking great care to let the victim see where's he about to go. He then leans closer to you, slowly guiding his thick shaft to your puckered tailhole. He rubs the tip against the opening, letting that toy get a taste of your ass before he slowly plunges his cock into you.

Rogue mrrrrs, shifting on his knees from side to side. His ears swivel back to take in the sputtered, incredulous shrieking of the final victim, who wriggles in the slickness of your cumpassage while the giant wolf's ass looms closer and closer, the puckered tailhole filling his vision until his face is mashed rudely against it. The little screams become harsh and smothered as the big dragon grinds the victim's face against Rogue's tailhole, tormenting him with the degrading punishment, and then at last the screams are silenced as the huge cock is stuffed inside. Rogue BARKS and growls, lowering his head and hackling as he feels his tailhole being stretched and invaded.

DarkLurker now drives his cock deep inside you, stretching the tight confines further until he's buried it to its hilt. He lets it stay there for a moment, feeling the little human frantically trying to get free from his horrible surroundings. Despite the constant flow of pre around him, DL's warm and throbbing cock is just too tight for him to escape. And besides, the victim never thought of where he'll be in if he got free of his cock either. Now, DL slides most of his cock back out again, slowly working up his pace before he starts to pump into you in earnest. His own tail is raised high too, and the victim trapped there is squeezed just as tight as the one inside his cock....

Rogue groans, head down and jaws open. The weight of the dragon on his back thrills him, his tail pinned between his spine and your chest. He can even feel a bit of the twitching and rumbling in your stomach, indicating that not all of your prey is dead yet. He can feel the tiny protrusion on the tip of your cock smearing along his inner walls and bumping against his prostate, and he grunts loudly with each of your thrusts. "Urf...yeah..big dragon.." he pants. "Shoot him into me!"

DarkLurker grunts as he works himself into it, and given his state of excitement, it doesn't take him very long to reach his climax. As his balls slap loudly against your rump, the victim trapped there is almost knocked senseless and winds up squeezed into betwen those two heavy orbs. He gets to hear their contents squick a little, as they produce more of what the dragon is about to unleash. His entire cock heats up rapidly, vibrating hard against the layer of flesh wrapped around it, and with another loud roar, he buries his cock as deep as he can inside you. You feel a surge within his cock first, as the huge jet of hot dragonseed gushes down the vent, blasts the 'plug' free easily and then pins him against your prostate with the constant gush.

Rogue pants hard and bucks back against you as he feels your release. He whines loudly, shivering as you fill him, and the tickle of the little passenger is lost amidst the swirling cum. He catches his breath and then twists his head around, trying to lick at your muzzle.

DarkLurker leans rather heavily on you as the tension drains out of him, twitching his cock whenever he feels the touch of little hands and legs. "Uuuh," he growls as he tries to pin that victim against you, but he quickly gives and settles for a few licks on you. The other victim, down by his balls, manages to wriggle out of from his balls and wriggles helplessly against your nice curved ass too, unable to escape.

Rogue mrrrrrr's and lets you bathe his muzzle with your tongue. "Looks like we used up all of our toys, finally," he says smugly.

DarkLurker carefully eases his cock out of you, leaving the victim to thresh about in the pool of cum, which plops out noisly. "Yes, we have." he replies, murring as he nips the thin fur along your muzzle.

Rogue yawns and rolls to his side, then lazily onto his back. He leans his head back and lets you have his throat, enjoying your teeth nipping at it.

DarkLurker drops down next to you, rumbling softly as he cleans you off, alternating between gentle licks and careful nipping.