Tyrnn is currently in his full Emerald dragon form, from the tip of his snout to the bony tailspade a full 1439 ft long long. Faintly glittering Emerald scales cover him, save for the Topaz underbelly and neck scales, in a virtually impenetrable armor plating. There are a few faintly noticable scars, and upon closer examination, a bit more, even fainter marks, evidently from machine gun fire and rocket explosions long past. Since Tyrnn is usually quite large around (and looming over) town, your first impression is most likely based on the impression of his clawed, 205 ft wide foreclaws and hindclaws. The latter seem intricately designed, with three fore and two rearclaws, able to hinge like a bird's, for both perching on suitable surfaces and snatching away sizeable prey. The next most visible feature is his long, 479 ft long tail, complete with a sharp, spaded tip that will occasionally flick about.

When you finally let your gaze travel up the length and along Tyrnn's back, you see a pair of folded wings reaching from forward of the shoulders down to slightly farther than his tailbase. The wingspan of these wings look to be able to reach 5756 ft quite easily. Finally, atop his 359 ft long neck, Tyrnn is able to view the immediate area quite clearly. His head is clearly draconic, a long snout leading up to Emerald irised eyes, and eyeridges leading back to earfans and twin ivory horns. These horns curl slightly outward and back in, the left one in a distinctive 'S' shape, mirrored by the right horn. Overall, Tyrnn is generally gentle and kind to all, but the faint and persistant smirk on the edge of his snout hints at the true nature of the Dragon Within...

A bright tropical day. The island crowded with tourists as usual, the hotels full to capacity. Two liners approaching from several miles out; one just about to pull into port. And none of them suspecting that a tremendous storm is approaching in the form of a mighty green dragon.

Tyrnn's arrival is somewhat perplexing to the local air radar... it can't be a plane.... clouds don't show up like that... nor do they 'flap their wings'... It's quite puzzling indeed... it's heading for the island of Moorea, just northwest of Tahiti... it's losing altitude... is it some kind of meteor about to hit the Island? No, a meteor would do >far< less damage... The Dragon backwings over the sprawling expanse of city, and lands, hindpaws crushing flimsy houses and timeshares to bits. He folds his wings with a gust of wind, and plants his forepaws down in a small business area... He grins, swishing his tail... This will be an interesting Vacation...

The first of the inhabitants to die do not even realize what is happening. They are peering up at the bright sky, trying to figure out what the huge shape is that is descending toward them. Few of them realize that it is a dragon. One or two manage to comprehend that what they are seeing is the bottom of a vast, scaled foot, and then they are dead. The ground shakes and a powerful BOOM rocks the air as you land, your forepaws slamming down amongst the closely-clustered buildings and smashing them like cardboard. There are no screams -- yet -- as the dazed inhabitants begin to pick themselves up from where they were thrown to the earth and try to get their stunned minds into gear.

Tyrnn digs his claws deep into the ground, lowers his muzzle down to peer disdainfully at the miniscule creatures that he's so fond of slaughtering by the millions... He takes a deep breath, and >ROARS< point blank into the little town, watching as his heated breath ripples outwards, sheer sonic force shredding concrete and steel, picking up and twisting automobiles... obliterating people too close to the 'epicenter' of the blast.

they flee before you like a swarm of ants, their screams a mere mosquito-whine to your ears. Your roar strikes like an explosion, the shock wave spreading in a vast arc before you, blasting buildings and bodies apart and clearing a nearly empty swath before you.

Tyrnn watches with a twisted grin as the simple sound of his voice is more than enough power to devastate anything this tiny island has to offer... He decides to amuse himself for a while, taking heavy steps that break bedrock and volcanic rock, leaving gigantic footprints in his wake... He lays down, rolling over to feel the multitude of tiny buildings pop and burst against his armored hide...

There is no organized attempt to save the populace. There could not be, not with such a sudden and devastating invasion. Officials as well as commoners alike are too busy running like terrified rabbits. The sheer sight of the colossal beast towering over the town, his muzzle grinning with malicious cruelty, is enough to send most of them mad with fear. They run blindly, squealing and dying as the mighty beast steps on them, crushing their bodies into juice beneath his immense tonnage. Those who manage to avoid your tread hardly realize that they have been overtaken and simply keep rushing away from your thudding hindclaws, not even seeing the great foreclaws already landing before them. The humiliation of being reduced to such mindless brutes is mercifully short-lived as the sky itself falls, the monster's armored underbelly coming down on them. Even if they had the sense to run they could never be fast enough, never cover enough distance, to avoid being squashed. They die by the hundreds as you lie down atop them, their flimsy buildings crackling and shattering along with them.

Tyrnn purrquakes, sending a rumble throughout the island that many may consider a simple volcanic disturbance, or a possible thunderstorm... but there's not a cloud in the sky... The Dragon stands again an decides to have a little bit of fun before ending the lives of everyone on the little island. He begins to corral them. His murderous tread should provide more than ample incentive to herd the pitiful creatures together...

For those who are too slow, it is like a 20-story building toppling onto them as your colossal feet trample them, obliterating them completely. Nothing is left but redsoaked clothing. Flesh is reduced to liquid, bone to jelly under the impossible weight. The thunder and the sight of your clawed toes coming down on cowering groups of people is more than enough to drive them before you. Even at your most casual pace it is difficult to keep from simply squishing them. For them there is nothing but to run, their numbers swelling, the terror mounting as they are pressed closer to one another. Then, suddenly, they find themselves running headlong into another mob, just as terrified. The two crowds pile up together, never realizing that they have been herded like mindless cattle into a tight group.

Tyrnn's a bit disappointed that so few were able to survive this long... He looms disdainfully over the small group of people, maybe a few thousand at most. He turns, looking up at the other island in the near distance... It's bigger, so it should offer much more fun... And he can even spot a few interesting ships coming in as well... He walks on the crowd, trampling them quasi-intentionally as one would drop a forgotten toy to break on the ground upon seeing a new source of entertainment...

Their screams are barely noticed by the god-beast as his scornful gaze plays over them. Disappointingly few, despite the fact that much of the island's population has been gathered here. They cower beneath your huge muzzle as it sweeps over them, and then rises up and away. It seems for a brief hopeful second that they will be spared, but then, in the space of a heartbeat, one titanic forefoot sweeps over them and comes down, its underside blotting out the sky. The monster does not hear their dying shrieks, nor even notices the sensation of having stepped in fresh mud, as he makes for the larger and more tempting target.

Tyrnn turns back to the broken island one more time, and takes a deep breath. He unleashes a earing blast of flame in a wide arc, instantly igniting and destroying most anything in sight... This Island has served its purpose. Now it will burn. He turns back to look at a passing cruise ship... he's already a little bit excited with the thrill of this 'vacation' idea... perhaps a ship full of helpless victims will be a plesant respite as well... He spreads his wings, and takes off, fanning the flames outwards as he coordinates his new prey, just west of the second Island...

Anything left alive on the tiny island is roasted instantly by the inferno of the dragon's hellfire. Wood, flesh, even metal is consumed in the roaring inferno. Onlookers on the larger island can only watch in horror as a sea of fire envelops their neighbor, and then from the towering plume of smoke a great terrifying green shape emerges, sweeping and banking down toward the approaching liner. You can see the little forms scurrying about on its deck, seeking to hide within the bowels of the ship.

Tyrnn circles above the doomed ship, considering how deep the waters may be... He dives rapidly, pulling up over the ship with a snap of his wings, shockwaving the vessel with a harsh Sonic boom... the Dragon loops back around and repeats this effect... perhaps he's playing with the ship, wondering if he can actually sink it without ever touching it...

the ship rolls dangerously to port, the railing going under as the shock wave of your wings batters against it. It bobs and uprights itself again. Its whistle is sounding hoarsely in a mechanical scream of terror when you assault it from the other side, and again its rail dips under, tearing away the life boats on that side and leaving half a dozen little figures splashing in the waves.

Tyrnn decides that he's had his fun with terrifying the occupants... He flies low over the ocean, churning up the waters majestically as he beelines for the side of the boat... people looking out the portholes might have a chance of comprehending what's about to happen... but the Dragon just grins, and rams right through the doomed pleasure cruise...

Their screams go unheard, locked as they are within the metal confines of the ship. you catch a split-second view of the numerous little faces dotting the portholes before your gigantic bulk smashes into the ship. It shudders from the impact and pitches to its side. When it rolls upright again the entire superstructure is gone and there is a huge oblong gap in the hull. The ship now looks something like a gigantic canoe bobbing in the waves, little figures clambering and tumbling within its ruined inner decks, the sea beside it littered with pieces of wreckage.

Tyrnn pulls up in a wide vertical loop, bits of debris and broken bodies clanking off his scales... He roars victoriously, and circles back to view his destruction... he roars satisfactorily, and then firebombs the wreckage to seal its fate and send it straight to the bottom of the ocean...

Like the island, the passenger liner is doomed to a fiery demise. The ocean itself seems to explode into flame as the wreck is incinerated along with anything left alive floating in the ocean. Now from the main island there are two palls of smoke that can be seen. And then again from amidst the cloud the mighty beast emerges, swooping and rolling in the air as if reveling in the devastation he has caused. Then, it draws itself up and with a mighty surge of its wings begins to approach the main island. Warnings sound, the only thing they have being the sirens used to warn of approaching tsunamis. It is an act of desperation, but perhaps not a wise one, as it causes the populace instinctively to begin taking to the streets in an effort to reach higher ground.

Tyrnn growrs in content, and flies low over the small houses and buildings, sending a hurricane of winds blasting all through the area... He flies south of the main city of Papeete, and lands with an earthshattering crunch right in the middle of Punaauia... He doesn't waste any time, and begins trampling anything he sees that he can, crushing cars, vans, and hundreds of people as they attempt to flee the 'Tsunami' that now rises impossibly above them, and crushes them without a second thought...

There is no way to escape this storm of pounding claws as the monster crashes into the midst of the crowded city. The monster raises two at a time, forefoot and hindfoot, and brings them down in gleeful, purposeful stomps, deliberately crushing the little things beneath him. Within minutes you have hammered the area beneath you utterly flat, the people nothing but stains, their cars as thin as foil, their buildings shattered and pressed into the earth. The devastation is total, but even the surrounding area suffers as buildings sway and some crumble from the seismic pounding, and those trying to flee cannot remain upright from the violently lurching of the ground.

Tyrnn proceeds southwards, revelling in the chaos and destruction he can cause... He stamps his way around the island, watching as his very tread breaks foundations and crumbles buildings before he even reaches them... people are nothing to him but bugs to be trampled, and he crushes every one he sees with brutal efficiency. Millions of tons of weight slam down with almost rythmic cadence, shockwaving the entire island... Paea fall beneath his apocalyptic tread, as does Papara and Papeari... he seems to be doing a slow, but purposeful circuit of the island, obliterating it utterly beneath him...

The monster's intention is not comprehended by the populace. They are beyond rational thought now, reduced to the very purest of animal instinct by their mortal terror. They flee in great screaming waves away from the monster, only to have him playfully step on them, his mammoth feet landing with cold accuracy, with the obvious intend of slaughtering those beneath him. They cannot flee into the ocean (though some try, a small army of splashing forms starting to ring the island as you proceed), so most of them rush inland as they try to get out of your path. Their relief is palpable as you pass them by, your thundering tread retreating, your long tail fading as you move on. "He missed us," they say to one another, "we are spared!" Little do they realize that they are being driven inward by a cruel and calculating beast, herding them just as he did the smaller population on the smouldering island to the north.

Tyrnn comes upon a small isthmus, and turns right, intending to fully purge the Island of all its little bugs... He begins to char portions of the ground and mountainside, lighting the buildings like gas-covered toys and incinerating the populace that are lucky enough to be roasted alive... Great plumes of smoke now rise from the southern portion of the sky, further inciting fear from those who can view it from the main city... What could be going on? Tsunamis don't burn...

Indeed, the panic in the main city is absolute. Frantic calls on the radio are garbled, and what words can be made out are utterly unbelievable. The populace is frantic, uncertain which way to go. Knowing nothing else they continue to rush inland, crowding the streets, while behind them thousands of voices are silenced in the great firestorm.

Tyrnn tramples anything that looks breakable. And to a Dragon the size of nearly five football fields... A >lot< of stuff is considered Breakable. He completes his circuit of the southern peninsula, his unquenchable thirst for destruction only whetted slightly. He rampages northwards once more, leaving Faaone and Hitiaa flattened and smouldering after the searing heat of dragonfire and oppressive weight of dragon crushes them and their inhabitants to thin paste...

The terror-stricken populace still has no idea of the monster's intention, nor do many of them even realize what is attacking them. Few are left alive long enough to report what they see. Buildings designed to weather tropical storms are smashed like egg cartons beneath your pounding tread. Human beings squelch and pop like tiny berries as you stamp on them. It might be asked why the monster does not simply burn his way through the island, since he leaves the earth scorched behind him anyway. Only those who know how dragons think would be privvy to the gruesome answer: stepping on them, quite simply, is more fun. that is why the dragon takes such delight in trampling them, savoring the feel of their bodies being obliterated beneath his heavy feet, of their buildings and machines shattering under his overpowering mass.

Tyrnn's purring becomes louder and more oppressive as he rounds the edge of the island, his true prize now visible in the distance... the largest city on the island, Papeete, has already taken damage from the earthquakes that shudder with the Dragon's footsteps... but now, things begin to become horribly clear as the Dragon's true purpose begins to peek from his sheath... He is pleasured so much at their death and trampling, that he's becoming physically excited to see their tall buildings and skyscrapers... and the two cruise ships in the harbor that are now becoming flooded with refugees...

The city is in chaos. Those who were trying to flee have run headlong into armies of those who are rushing into the city from inland, the stunned and breathless survivors of the dragon's rampage. The sugar-cane fields and villages that surround the city are overrun with confused and desperate refugees. Most of the populace of the island, those who were not killed outright, are packing into the city even while those in the city are trying to escape. One of the liners is already listing dangerously with the sheer number of bodies piling onto its deck. Beneath the dragon, unnoticed, lies a small village. The cane farmers huddle and stare upward in mindless shock at the dragon's vast underbelly looming over them, and at the titanic, fleshy penis that is protruding obscenely from between his hind legs.

Tyrnn kneads his paws into the Earth, trampling purposefully forwards with an evil gleam in his eye... Mahina is crushed under his tread insignificantly, and is graced with the first splash of the Dragon's pre, smothering at least a dozen trapped people and a couple cars...

The dragon's arousal grows larger and larger with each earth-shattering step. The mammoth organ hangs lewdly, swaying to and fro with a ponderous rhythm as it lengthens and slowly hardens. To be stepped on is at least a merciful death, an instant of pain and then nothing. Woe be to those who do not fall beneath the crashing foreclaws. As the dragon's belly sweeps over them and the mighty organ sways pendulously overhead, they are suddenly driven to the ground and mired in a thick syrupy liquid. They writhe beneath its opressive weight, unable to sit up, unable to wipe it off, and they slowly suffocate, their last sight that of the dragon's enormous malehood sweeping past them, and his long tail lashing through the air above. And with each stride there are more of them as you rapidly overtake those who had fled your initial assault. The ground once again starts to crunch and crackle with flesh as well as soil, the soles of your feet growing moist and warm.

Tyrnn prrowrls pleasantly as his excitement grows with each warm crunch under his four massive paws... He decides to show off what he thinks of these paltry humans, and makes his way to the harbor, directly for a magnificent cruise ship that's now bursting with people... His path leaves nothing but death and devastation, as well as thick streaks of translucent fluids that are now flowing slowly from the mammoth glans... He rears up on his hind legs, displaying blood and debris encrusted paws above the ship, and just slams his member down on top of it with a wet crunch... the upper decks crumple under the light assault, and anyone on deck at the time near the back are crushed against his thick member, or mired down in the pre that now coats a good portion of the rear decks...

the entire upper deck of the ship is a squirming mass of humanity. The water behind the vessel is churning as the propellors are turning at full velocity, but in their panic they have neglected to cast off, and the vessel is still moored to the dock. Those nearest the rail leap desperately off the sides and splash into the water surrounding the ship, the churning propellors kicking up red water now. A great shriek arises as the mighty beast rears up over the ship, his colossal penis looming overhead, dwarfing the man-bugs into insignificance beneath its sheer immensity, and then it comes rushing downward. The meaty club slams down atop the ship, smashing the superstructure inward and splattering hundreds of would-be escapees beneath it. A wave of blood and draconic precum surges across the deck, sweeping the helpless bugs off their feet and washing dozens of them over the rear railing to be sliced to ribbons by the props.

Tyrnn slurps hungrily at the deck near the front of the ship, pressing his enourmous weight down and into the ship's fragile superstructure.. He begins to knead himself deeper inside the ship, now fully grinding himself inwards with lethal force... he bites into the hull, savoring the rush of flavors and feelings as he Dominates the flimsy cruise ship beneath him...

the ship and its hapless passengers are forced brutally into serving the role of the dragon's female. As your weight presses down the hull is forced deeper into the water until the keel grounds. The decks groan and then give way, your titanic erection crashing down into the interior one level at a time. Rivets pop and the hull starts to bend and buckle as your hips grind forward, your cock bursting through the wall of the hold where the cargo had been replaced by hundreds of escapees, all now trapped in a metal can with the dragon's malehood rushing toward and atop them, hosing them with sticky precum. Many crowding the rail are licked up, nothing more than little meaty morsels sauced in blood and salty pre, doomed to end their lives kicking in the monster's stomach. There is a loud crash of metal as the lustful beast sinks his teeth into the stern, gripping the ship as he would his mate and beginning to hump it violently.

Tyrnn swirls his hips powerfully, feeling the ecstatic rush of energy that accompanies his lustful mating... He feels decks pop and people squelch against his now freely flowing glans, ever increasing his pleasure, ever heightening his predatory urges, and further exciting him. He seizes the ship and crumples it inwards with his foreclaws, pressing the tinfoil hull against his tightening cock, forcing hundreds of people to be crushed against it in a shimmering moment of euphoria....

The panic and carnage within the hold are beyond imagining as the gargantuan penis rams through the crowd, grinding some into paste beneath it and crushing others violently against the opposite wall with its spongey tip. The floor quickly becomes ankle-deep in precum and jellied human remains. Those who were not directly in the path of the thrust scramble to either side of it, but then, like in some terrible B-movie, the walls around them groan and start to crumple inward. There is no stopping it. The terrified humanity is forced relentlessly against the plunging organ, fresh bodies pounded by its tip, fresh victims ground to hamburger beneath it, freshly writhing limbs struggling against its sides before they are torn away by the friction.

Tyrnn's wings arch as he rises up from the waters, carrying the crumpled ship with him, impaled gruesomely against his massive member... with a roar that echos for a hundred miles, the Dragon releases a torrent of his semen deep into the ship, bathing any pathetic survivors and utterly destroying the ship. Spurts of whiteness leak out from all the cracks and fissures that riddle the crumpled ship, dripping lewdly into the pristine ocean water beneath him. He grips the fucktoy and wrenches it pleasantly off, once the full climax has subsided... the broken and soaked hulk is of no more use to him... so he sets his sights on the Second ship... before it escapes his now frenzied lust...

A hurricane wind arises as your mighty wings beat, lifting your immense form into the air. The ship groans and rolls and is lifted as well, its hull crumbling like foil beneath your claws. Bodies continue to plunge from the ruined decks, those that are not squashed between the remaining topside and your unyielding belly. As you climax the hull swells grotesquely, jets of cream shooting forth from every crack and fissure. Then, as if bored with this mangled toy, the dragon pulls it from his shaft and heaves it aside. It lands in the sea and throws up a tremendous wave. Already filled with your heavy semen the twisted hulk sinks quickly, taking with it any who may have managed to live through the ordeal. The other ship is just as full as the first had been, morseo even. Its lifeboats have been let go to allow those who leaped from the stricken vessel a change to save themselves, but now it is making full steam away from the dock. Its progress is laughably slow, slower even than the dragon walks, and the ominous shadow quickly falls upon it and its screaming cargo.

Tyrnn's still dripping cock is truly a terror to behold as he simply wades towards the second cruise ship. He ignores the lifeboats that he overturns and undertows with the massive whirlpools his paws create as they effortlessly part the waters... He seizes the ship with his forepaws and bites down terribly onto the rear of the ship and slowly pulls his next mate backwards for his pleasure... He once again mounts the cruise ship in the same fashion, now driven carnally beyond any limits of reason or instilling terror into the hearts and souls of its occupants. He wants to get off, and as soon as possible, no matter how many thousands die to give him the sastisfaction...

The tiny beings begin to abandon ship frantically as the monster waves toward them, his muscular legs crashing through the water and wiping out the puny lifeboats that lay before him. Dozens are smashed under your claws as you grasp the ship, your talons punching into the sides and dragging the ship to an abrupt and shuddering halt that throws its human cargo forward. Metal groans as you sink your teeth into the stern, mangling it, and the ship is dragged helplessly backward, toward the red and dripping spire of your erection.

Tyrnn punches his erection through the rear of the ship, driving himself forward with each seismic thrust. He crams the ship onto himself with impossible force, crushing it down to a third, then half of its size as he once again climbs towards his climax. He turns to face the city, obviously watching the obscene display of power, as this Dragon levels their island, and now fucks two entire cruise ships without any regard for human life... This isn't entirely true. He does regard human life in three ways. They're good for food, for trampling, and for pleasuring himself beyond all limits...

the display is a horrific one, an obvious gesture by the dragon of his dominance over the powerless humanity that infests this island. Their only means of escape is used as his pleasure-toy, the hull crumpling further each time you pound into it, your cock ripping through bulkheads and deck plating as though they were paper. The superstructure slowly collapses under your chest and belly as it is dragged beneath you, and the sea around you is alive with splashing, struggling figures trying to swim against the huge currents being kicked up by the motion of the ship.

Tyrnn once again arches his wings and roars mightily, shattering windows this time as he unleases another flood of dragon cum into the derelict, and hardly recognizeable ship. The sheer power is enough to spurt the liquid out in white arcs all around, grisly obscene fireworks to accompany the triumphant dragon and his work, slaugheting thousands for his pleasure... He is not done yet, however. His fury turns toward the helpless city sprawling before him... This will be >good.<

this vessel also swells as your seed spurts out from every crevice, and then with a horrific roar the hull plating bursts apart at the bow, peeling back as your cum gushes into a thick torrent into the ocean before you. Two climaxes -- surely the monster is satisfied, is the thought on the minds of those who have stayed to watch from tall windows or from street level. Only when the dragon shoves the ruined vessel from his powerful cock and turns his gaze toward the city does it become very clear that the monster is far from satiated.

Tyrnn takes only a brief moment to wash the thick blood and gore-swirled semen from his body before stamping out of the Ocean once again. He licks his lips, savoring the scent of fear and terror that now permeates the area... He begins to stride purposefully on all fours directly for the tallest skyscrapers he can see, his erection still flowing with pre... "This City Is Mine."

The lordly words, roared out in such an unearthly and powerful voice, whip the panic into a frenzy. Little streams of people flow out of every door at the base of the skyscrapers, adding to the mobs packing the streets. This city had been build with wide, open avenues to take advantage of the tropical breezes. They now easily accomodate even your gigantic frame while below they are turned into surging rivers of humanity, little swirling eddies forming where they try to change direction or others stream in to join. The beast towers over them all, his shadow darkening the land, his enormous penis dripping with semen and human meat, but still savagely needful.

Tyrnn grins savagely, and just begins the slaughter. He savagely stamps down on everything he can, grinding people beneath his gargantuan tread without mercy or hesitation. His frenzied bloodlust soon slickens all four of his paws and even his tail with gore and remains, crushing the life out of everything that moves, and most things that don't... He completes a slow circuit of the city, effectively cutting off any escape methods, and he begins to tighten the circle, trampling a slowly closing spiral of destruction... Herding his Prey towards the towering skyscrapers in the center of the city, and their doom...

The ungodly massacre begins anew as the beast resumes the ancient trick of driving the harried prey into an ever-tightening trap. They flee before the mighty of your stomping claws, only to be caught and crushed. Their tiny minds reel with the sight of the dragon's face hovering over them, his face reflecting his savage and sadistic delight at their suffering, before the bottom of a carefully placed foot descends on them and snuffs out their lives. Those who are not stamped into the earth are herded inward, the center of the city becoming a horrific corral as crowds surge into one another from intersecting streets, piling up, no one knowing which way to run any longer.

Tyrnn pushes against the side of one of the tallest buildings, buckling it near the base and toppling it forward onto the edge of the crowds. He has collected them right in front of the tallest building, in a narrow corridor with no escape... He grins, sending another skyscraper to the same fate, crushing it against himself this time and lewdly penetrating it with his member. He pleasures himself briefly, and then bearhugs the building into rubble, sending it down on anyone unlucky enough to be caught in the rain of debris... He looks over his work, nearly the entire Island's surviving population, packed into a dense, wailing mass in the center of their city... with but one skyscraper remaining... and one extremely happy dragon grinning down with slaughter evident in his eyes... "You are MINE." He seizes the last skyscraper relatively gently, and hammers his cock into it. This will be his next Mate, the fifty story tower that fits him... perfectly.

Untold thousands are trapped as the tall buildings fall and form impassable barriers. The dragon has caught them, trapping them in a great bowl into which he walks, carelessly stepping on his helpless prisoners like the lowly insects they are. There is nothing for them to do but shriek and scramble as they swarm around your feet, the sight of your immense erection plowing into the remaining building above an overwhelming display of your power over them.

Tyrnn grips his prize powerfully, as with his previous two Mates. His claws dig into the brittle facade, shattering glass and concrete, bending steel, and crushing any occupants. He bites down, taking off the top two floors in one savage gulp. He begins to penetrate his shaft upwards, tilting the building over to loom above the trapped swarm of humanity... only the Dragon is preventing it from falling apart, or falling on to the bugs below... He begins to seismically push himself through floor after floor, visibly damaging and shattering the building... His power is overwhelming, and the scent of the Dragon's musk is almost visible in the air... the mixing scents of terror and lust only drive the dragon back into his sexual driven frenzy, and he continues to hump his new mate more and more recklessly...

Those on the north side are perhaps in a more merciful position, as they can see only the tilting skyscraper hovering over them, the dragon's forelegs wrapped around it, claws shattering the windows and walls near the top floor. Those on the south side, however, are driven mad with horror, particularly those trapped between your hind feet. They are treated to an unobstructed view of your cock grinding into the building, your heavy testicles shattering the facade as they drag over it. a few luckless occupants race to the roof, only to see your vast maw rushing toward them. Their screams are silenced as your jaws close, shearing off the top floors and sending concrete, steel, and meat all together into your stomach.

Tyrnn's tail lashes around occasionally as he drives himself in to the hilt, his massive balls now crushed up against the base of the torn off skyscraper... His forepaws crush the building inwards, as with the ships... forcing the fragile structure to conform against his longer than a football field length... He scoots forwards, grinding up any humans close enough to be underneath his testicles, and begins to lay down forwards, coming down upon the crowd to absolutely smother them under his weight and his power...

the building crashes down upon the crowd swarming beneath it, burying them beneath the crumbling wreckage and the rutting monster. Half of those trapped are crushed beneath you and beneath your artificial mate, whose metallic skeleton is bending and twisting around your shaft as it plunges through the interior.

Tyrnn snarls, licking up over his muzzle as he regards the surviving few before him... He grips his shaft, and arches his wings once more... "YOU ARE ALL... MINE." His words are powerful enough to knock down the tiny forms beneath him, let alone the massive climax that the dragon releases into them. Millions upon millions of gallons of his seed burst forth, shattering through the ruins of the skyscraper and completely enveloping anything and everyone in the bowl he had created for this purpose. He pumps himself for nearly a full minute, watching the terror and chaos as his thick white seed washes over them. This is the Tsunami they were warned about. The dragon's ecstasy is complete and total as the last life is smothered under tons and tons of his semen...

The torrent of seed rushes forth, surging over the crowd and submerging them. The bowl becomes a sea of dragon-cum, great waves crashing up against the wrecked skyscrapers and carrying with them thousands of lifeless bodies. A few struggle vainly on the surface, gasping as their bodies are slowly pulled under by the quicksand-like cream. Humanity drowns beneath the dragon's pleasure -- but strangely the screams are not silenced. They come from behind you, where it seems the floor of your corral had not been level. Several thousand have retreated above the surface of your cum onto the higher ground that they had originally sought, and which had been hidden beneath their numbers. They still live, these insolent gnats, defying the mighty dragon of his ultimate victory over them.

Tyrnn growlls, turning to see what could possibly still be alive after his ultimate release had washed away all resistance... He looms down above the pocket of life, sneering. Such insolence cannot be tolerated, and only punishment can suffice... The dragon lifts his tail, and sits down squarely in the center of the small throng of a couple hundred people. He shifts his immense weight, until they all pop against his scales, one by ten by a hundred....

Screaming and cowering and cringing, as always, as the dragon turns his head and peers back at them. The outrage in those saurian eyes quickly turns to loathing and disdain. A lesson is needed here. The people howl in terror as the great tail sweeps upward and the dragon's gigantic hindquarters drop toward them. The pitiful beings fall and writhe on the ground as your haunches come down on them. Your mammoth balls bury many of them as the loose flesh rolls over them. Others are pinned cruelly beneath your tail, while the majority of them are mashed under the muscular curves of your rump. They continue to die as you grind down upon them, your scrotum dragging over those it traps, tbe rest struggling to survive as your undertail flesh mashes down with increasing ferocity.

Tyrnn feels most of the little insects' struggles fade and die, only a few that weren't crushed by the weight of his balls around the edges remain. He purrs a bit, sliding his still pleasured weight slowly over them, feeling their struggles intensify, and then pop with a small zing of tickling...

it is an ignoble end for the final survivors, the dragon destroying them with the sheer weight of his penis. Their last living moment is spent in giving the beast a brief and tiny pleasure before they bodies are squashed into nothingness. At last the city is silent, save for the crackling of flames and the slow gurgle of thick dragonseed settling into the low-lying areas.

Tyrnn flicks his tail, sending a vague spatter of blood across the ruins. He surveys his work, and with a satisfied nod, he rises and walks back to the ocean. He washes himself clean of all the filth he had accrued, and any of his seed that remains. He takes one final look at the ravaged island, and takes to the sky. He makes a circuit of the broken land, searing it with his flame to cleanse any hope of survival, and to char the mountains worse than any volcanic eruption ever could. Plumes of black smoke rise from all over the island... his work complete, the Dragon sets off for the horizon... towards his next victims.