They growl, leaning down. Right next to Drift's ear.
They talk to him, sternly. A mocking tone in their voice.
"Look at you, "kitsune". Haven't even started and you're already breaking."
Rigel huffs, giving Drift's ass a harsh smack as he keeps thrusting.
They're going harder.
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OH FUCK.
They were much more bigger than Drift had expected, more importantly they were way TOO big for him!
It hasnβt even been a few minutes and her Drift was clenching for dear life, even his eyes had widened as the male violently pounded away at his hole, hisβ
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"Whatcha starin' at, huh, pal?"
He huffs once more. Squirming.
Shaking that fat, juicy ass right in front of his captor in doing so. . .
God.
He's big. Just in general.
A small grunt left the dragon as he was lifted. Frowning as he looks at the machine, he scowls.
"Let me down.."
A grumble leaves him. . .
. . .
He also doesn't seem to care that his loincloth was hanging downwards, as well. Revealing his length. . . and ass.
He huffs.
"I wouldn't *let* you. Easy."
Rigel exhales some sparks of fire as he walks closer out of defiance.
"Besides, what's stopping *me* from burning you to a crisp? Tch.."
Despite everything, he was.. still a bit full of himself.
He heaves, huffing.
Standing up, furrowing his brows. Gah. Like that'd do him in.
"I've got *more*. I won't fall so easily, you just.. caught me off guard. Beast."
He grumbles...
The dragon sputters. Squirming, thrashing.
"Grrfgfhgrf..!! Bastard, unhand me!"
He yells, small sparks of flame spewing from his maw.
Well, guess he wasn't as strong, or swift minded as he thought he was. . .
Now he's yelling curses. Great.
"Dragon. Explorer."
Rigel states, plainly. Sill not sheathing his "piece of junk" sword.
"Why should I listen to you? Look at you, beast. Any sane person would be scared of you."
. . .
Wow. Are you gonna take that from a dragon?
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What. . .
*Is* he?
Rigel's seen nothing like him in his life. Needless to say, he's on edge, weapon drawn.
"Who are you? State your name, affiliation...and species. Now."
He didnβt think someone would actually punish him . . .
Just the feeling of the spank alone caused him to groan , his ass cheek rippled as well , while a hand print grew β
Gulping , Drift had lowered his head to avoid all eye contact .
β Canβt we just sort this out . . ? β
Well, if no-one else will.
The duty falls to Rigel.
Three dragon gives Drift's rear a hearty smack, licking his lips.
"Ready for your punishment, slut?"
. . .
God. Poor guy is fucked.
He's gonna get a game over from this, no doubt. . .