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If there was one constant in this world, it’s that Pythor was horny. The god was laying in his cabin idly touching himself through his lower tunic, thinking about having a nice hole to fuck. Unfortunately, his usual lays were occupied and masturbation just wasn’t cutting it at the moment. The dragon in him was in rut and he needed to breed someone desperately. He grunted and rolled out of bed, if his usual fucks were away he’d just have to try someone new. Slamming open his cabin door and looking around, he could see some attractive crew members but he didn’t think any of them could handle him. He needed someone sturdy, someone who could really take a pounding and not be out of commission for a week.
As he scanned the room, his gaze fell upon Chondrus and Pythor leered at him. On one hand, that twink tiefling was technically his enemy, but on the other hand he knew his ass was gonna be warm and soft. He adjusted his length under his tunic before he walked over, making sure the tent was obvious. The tiefling didn’t notice him at first being too absorbed in his journals and books, so when Pythor didn’t get any form of reaction he snapped the book closed. Chondrus startled and yelped, finally noticing the imposing man standing in front of him, package visibly straining against his clothing.
“What in the nether seas are you doing? Good gods Pythor, put that thing away before you poke someone’s eye out,” the tiefling exclaimed.
The god just grunted, “I’ve got a problem and you need to fix it, think of it as a favor for letting you stay on this ship.”
Chondrus began to protest but was lifted up and hefted over Pythor’s shoulders. He sighed exasperatedly as the god groped his ass, “Fine, but don’t expect this to be a regular thing.”
Pythor laughed, “When I’m done with you you’ll be begging for it every day,” dropping his voice down to a low growl, “and that's a promise.”
After locking the door to his cabin behind him, Pythor dropped Chondrus on the foot of his bed. “Strip, then lie on your belly,” his voice was firm but not harsh.
The tiefling said nothing but slowly began to remove his clothes, kneeling on the bed turned towards the god. For the first time in a long time a muted red showed across his face under Pythor’s longing eyes. He sheepishly turned away and removed his lower garments, tossing them to the side of the bed before laying on his stomach. Immediately the god’s hands were on him, grabbing, groping, and squeezing.
Surprised by his own actions, Chondrus pushed his ass up and into Pythor’s hands. He didn’t have sex very often, in fact the last time was with Gaius after the two got drunk celebrating something a few months ago. They had spent the whole night taking turns bottoming for each other after Gaius had shown him his stash of stamina potions. Chondrus hadn’t been able to walk for days after but it had been worth it. Pythor suddenly broke the silence, “I don’t think I can hold back anymore. That hole is calling my name,” and immediately dove in.
Before Chondrus could react, he felt Pythor’s mouth on his ass. First biting his cheeks, then swiping his tongue all the way up from the top of his balls to his rim. This was new to him entirely, and it felt divine. The god’s tongue lingered on the tiefling’s hole then pushed forward hungrily causing Chondrus to let out a slight whine. Pythor was unquestionably experienced at this and knew all the right spots to lick, suck, and nibble on. The tiefling found himself growing harder by the second and desperately reached down to touch himself.
“Don’t,” Pythor growled, his voice had taken on an animalistic tone which frightened Chondrus and honestly had him even harder.
“Since you want to touch a cock so badly, how about you touch mine instead.” The tiefling found himself being flipped back onto his back, facing the now completely nude Pythor. The god’s body was dusted with golden hair that seemed to reflect the small amount of moonlight coming in through the window. Chondrus’ gaze followed the trail of hair down his large chest and landed on his dick. His eyes widened, was that thing going to fit in him? It wasn’t the length that scared him, Pythor’s cock stood at a respectable 7 and a half inches, but its girth had to be the same size as his wrist.
“On second thought, you can just throw me over the boat.” Chondrus muttered to himself. Though, he knew that he was in too deep now and wanted to see it through.
Pythor laughed and stepped over to his nightstand, he pulled out a small jar and brought it back over to the tiefling. “I had some scholars back in Mytros cook this up some years ago.”
Chondrus reluctantly took the jar from him and opened it up, inside was a semi-thick offwhite substance that looked suspiciously familiar. “I hesitate to ask, but what is it exactly?”
Pythor shrugged, “A mixture of oils and some other alchemical ingredients. It's a perfect lubricant that stays fresh and never runs out.” He winked at the tiefling, “I call it Dragon Cum.”
Chondrus sniffed it, it didn’t have a strong smell like he was expecting it to. Pythor reached over and dipped a few fingers into it, it was more viscous than the tiefling realized and it clung to them well. He set the jar to the side and leaned forward to push two fingers inside him. They glided inside with little resistance and Chondrus shuddered, the god’s fingers were bigger than his and he knew exactly where to press. He slowly added a third finger and started pulling them out then pushing back in, the tiefling let himself fall on his back completely and lifted his legs up allowing Pythor better access.
“Alright that's enough of that, if I have to spend another second not inside you I’m gonna lose it,” Pythor grumbled.
He brought his dick forward and applied some of the ‘Dragon Cum’ to it before rubbing against the tiefling’s hole. He pushed forward and Chondrus saw stars, the preparation had been more than enough but it was still the biggest thing he’d had inside him. The god hilted inside him and leaned down to kiss the gasping tiefling. Neither of them had gone into this expecting any real intimacy, but found each other to be quite charming in the bedroom.
Pythor began to thrust into him, making sure to pull as far back as possible before slamming back in. The faces Chondrus made every time it impaled him drove the god wild. He picked the tiefling’s legs up and folded them forward, testing his flexibility. To his surprise he was nearly able to fold the twink in half, this new position allowed him to thrust even deeper and hit the right spots even harder.
Chondrus broke the kiss and whimpered, “Pythor, if you keep–,” he gasped, “I’m going to–”
The god didn’t slow down, instead he steadied his rhythm, finding a consistent pace to fuck into the tiefling with. Chondrus unraveled, sending pearly white ropes flying across his own chest as he cried out in pleasure. His warm tiefling hole tightened around Pythor’s cock and the added pressure was enough to send the god into the throes of his own orgasm. He hilted into Chondrus and kissed him again while pumping his seed as deep into his guts as he could.
Pythor rumbled through the kiss, “And that's just my first load, when I’m done with you you’ll be full of my kids.”
He pulled out and Chondrus laid there panting for a moment before finding his voice again, “Firstly, I can’t get pregnant you dipshit. And secondly, what the fuck do you mean first load? How in Lutheria’s grace do you have anything else in you after that?”
Pythor let out a sharp bark-like laugh, “She won’t want you back after this, I couldn’t imagine what would happen if you showed up at her boat pregnant with her enemy’s children,” he paused to grin and Chondrus swore the god’s teeth looked sharper in the moonlight, “Now roll over, I’m going to show you what ‘Dragon Cum’ can really do.”
The tiefling could’ve stopped him right there, it was late and Pythor’s cum was already starting to drip out of him. But the rebellious street urchin in him beat out the rational sorcerer side of his brain, he thought about what it would be like to show back up on Lutheria’s doorstep pregnant with Pythor’s kids after she threw him out on that godsforsaken rock. He knew it wasn’t possible, but fuck it, he was going to let Pythor try anyway.
With a slight sigh he turned and lifted himself back into the position he was in when the god ate him out. “Well, get to it big boy. Let's see what you can do.”
“Only took one fuck to turn you against your master, she must’ve really pissed you off,” Pythor laughed while grabbing the jar of lube off the nightstand.
He took a large handful of the stuff and applied it onto the tieflings hole. Chondrus let out a small gasp; it was cool, almost cold, but so soothing. The god pushed in two fingers again then almost immediately a third, mixing the lubricant with his cum inside the tiefling. He pushed back against Pythor’s fingers instinctually, something about the lubricant felt more than soothing, almost healing. The soreness of the rough fucking was fading away, and he felt looser, stretchier even.
Pythor leaned down to whisper in Chondrus’ ear, “Feel’s good huh? You want more inside you?”
The tiefling nodded quickly but the god wanted to hear him say it, “Then tell me, how much more do you want?”
Chondrus whined as the god stopped moving his fingers inside him, he’d never had more than three inside him before but something inside him wanted more.
“Please Pythor, I need all of them inside,” he whimpered out.
That was enough for the god. He slowly pushed a fourth and then his fifth finger inside the tiefling, spreading them slightly and stretching the hole.
“Good boy, you’re taking them really well. Are you ready for the rest?” His voice was breathy and sultry in Chondrus’ ears.
The tiefling’s voice was anxious, he wasn’t sure what the rest could be but he wanted it, “Yes sir, please.”
Sir? He’d never called anyone sir before. Before he could think about it too much harder he felt the god’s fingers tighten up together and push further. Slowly his knuckles popped in with a wet squelch and within seconds Pythor’s whole hand was inside. The small amount of pain Chondrus was feeling was heavily outweighed by pleasure from the hand pushing against his prostrate. He let the slut half of his brain take over and pushed back further onto the god’s wrist, panting and whining into the pillows. Pythor laughed and slipped his hand back out with a noisy pop.
“Look at that gape,” he grinned and ran his finger along the edge of the tiefling’s hole, “you stretch so well for me.” The god slipped his hand back into Chondrus and pushed a bit further. “But you're still too tight for what’s coming,” he purred into his ear.
Pythor made a fist inside the tieflings ass and slowly began to pull it out while continuing to whisper praise into Chondrus’ ear.
“That's it baby, just relax and let me do all the work. When I’m done you’ll be able to fit both of them inside,” his words melted in the tiefling’s ears like hot butter.
Chondrus could only whimper as the god’s fist popped out then immediately drove back in. Pythor began a slow thrusting rhythm with his hand, pushing it in and out of the tiefling’s hole. Chondrus’ whimpers turned into louder moans of pure pleasure as the god’s hand pressed his prostate over and over. His dick was soft from cumming a few minutes ago but still leaked against the bed. He could feel his hole getting looser and more pliable as Pythor dipped his hand into the ‘Dragon Cum’ and pushed it back into the tiefling with ease. The god grinned and applied it to his other hand before pressing it alongside his other. His fingers began to slip inside and Chondrus gasped.
“Almost there, just a bit more to go before you’re ready,” he told the tiefling, who had no clue what the god was prepping him for. All he knew was that Pythor was making him feel so good, and that was enough for him.
Just then Pythor’s other hand slipped fully inside and Chondrus came for the second time that night. The sensation of having both hands pressed against his pleasure button was too much for his body to handle and despite still being soft he orgasmed again against the bedsheets. His mind was a mess and his body trembled as the god pulled his hands out of him with a loud and messy slurping sound. His ass stayed open and Pythor smiled, satisfied with his work.
“Good boy, look how open you are for me. I need you to do one more thing for me though okay?” He purred to the tiefling who nodded against the pillows, still in a state of bliss.
“I need you to roll onto your back and most importantly not panic,” he said in a slightly more serious but still comforting tone.
Chondrus obliged and began to roll over, “Why would I-” He stopped mid sentence. The room was lit only by the moonlight that shone through the windows, but the tiefling saw the very large shape hanging from where Pythor’s dick usually was. He squinted and let his eyes adjust in the darkness. This was not what had been inside him minutes ago, this was closer to a third leg.
Pythor stepped closer and Chondrus was able to see it a bit clearer now, to say it was monstrous would be an understatement. It reached down past the god’s knees and must’ve been over 2 feet long. He understood why Pythor had him take both his arms now because the girth was comparable, possibly even bigger. The tip was more pointed than a human’s and had ridges and nubs that circled it. Those nubs seemed to follow a line down the underside of the shaft which was a deep red. At the base of it sat a grapefruit sized veiny bulb. He’d read about such things on monsters before, once the knot was in it locked the two together and ensured a proper breeding.
Pythor noticed the tiefling staring intently and slapped his weighty meat onto Chondrus’ belly with a laugh, “Here, since you want a better look at it you two can meet each other properly, with a kiss.”
The tiefling had no problem leaning forward to meet it since it reached all the way up to his chest. He wasted no time getting his lips on the tip and giving it a proper greeting. When he pulled away he was surprised to see thick strands of pre-cum stretch from the dick to his mouth, it was already leaking like a faucet.
The god stepped back and lined his cock up with the tiefling’s gaping hole, “You ready to be a mom?”
Chondrus nodded rapidly, he had no idea what had gotten into him. The large draconic dick met little resistance at first, its ridged and pointed tip slipped right in. The tiefling moaned, just the tip of this dick already felt like a full sized cock and the ridges rubbed his prostate in an incredible way. But his moan quickly turned into a gasp as the god pushed further, another couple inches fully seated inside. Only about a quarter of it was in him but it was meeting some resistance, Chondrus’s body wasn’t used to taking anything so deep.
The god frowned for a moment then snapped his fingers, “Almost forgot, it's gonna be hard to do anything without this.”
Pythor reached down and laid his palm on the tiefling’s lower belly, he closed his eyes and recited a small prayer in Draconic. Chondrus recognized it as an ancient fertility prayer, it seemed like the more he learned about these gods the less he understood. He didn’t have time to think about it further before the god’s palm began glowing a vibrant purple and his stomach began to grow warm. A bit too warm, uncomfortably so. The heat surged then suddenly faded and the god pulled his hand back, revealing a swirling heart tattoo. It all clicked for Chondrus just then, Pythor was serious.
He nervously laughed, “Fuck, you weren’t kidding about the baby thing were you?”
Pythor looked amused and flashed one of his signature grins, “Nope.” And with that he thrust into the tiefling again, hard enough to push past his second ring and create a very visible bulge in the tiefling’s gut.
Chondrus cried out, not in pain but in pure bliss. He’d expected it to hurt but instead there was nothing but pleasure there. He looked down at his stomach and was shocked to see the tip prodding against it like it was trying to escape. It was both hot and kinda terrifying at the same time, he reached down to touch it and wondered how this was possible. The god had obviously done something to his body but he couldn't see any changes aside from the tattoo, it must've been internal.
Pythor took this as an opportunity to pull out and get a better angle, he’d only managed to get a little over half his cock inside so far. When he thrust back in this time it drove home all the way, stopping only because of the knot. Chondrus saw stars and silently gasped feeling like the wind was driven out of him. The bulge in his belly was much bigger now, and by all means he should be dead right now but he wasn’t. He was alive and feeling every inch, ridge, and nub as they rubbed against his insides.
The god started moving slightly, only a few inches back and forth inside the tiefling. His eyes never leaving Chondrus’ as he rubbed against his belly from the inside. Gently Pythor picked up the tiefling’s legs and put them on his shoulders, he leaned over Chondrus and placed his hands on opposite sides of the tiefling’s head while kissing him with more tongue than he thought possible. Suddenly the tongue slid into his throat and he realized it had changed too. He felt bumps and ridges on it similar to the cock inside him, mindlessly sucking on it as the oversized dick slowly started to pump back and forth.
Inch by inch the cock slid out of him, stopping just before fully pulling out. Without any warning it drove home, filling his guts again. Chondrus groaned against the tongue filling his mouth and clenched against the dick as he found himself having his third orgasm of the night. Impossibly, it felt more intense than the other two and lasted for what felt like an eternity. Pythor pulled free from the kiss with a loud wet slurp and Chondrus whimpered. The tiefling opened his eyes and gasped seeing the other changes the god had undergone as well; his teeth had become sharper and his eyes were orange and more reptilian, but the most shocking change was the pair of deep red horns that curved upwards from his head.
He quickly noticed that the rest of the god’s body had grown too, Pythor completely dwarfed him and barely fit in the bed anymore. His oversized cock no longer seemed so disproportionate, as if he had drawn strength from Chondrus’ orgasm. The god grabbed his legs, rougher this time, and began thrusting into him at a brutal pace. It was so forceful the tiefling thought he was going to lose conciousness, but the pleasure was so overwhelming there was no way he could’ve. Every push into his guts left him gasping and the god took advantage of this. Pythor shoved his oversized tongue down Chondrus’ throat again until it visibly bulged, all while pinching and grabbing his chest.
Chondrus was completely overstimulated as he realized just how sensitive his nipples were. The god, who was nearly more dragon than man now, was using his new claws to circle and tease the tieflings' puffy nipples. He could feel the knot at the base of Pythor’s dick, growing and taking shape. It still felt too big to fit, even after all the stretching and magic. The god’s guttural grunts reverberated through Chondrus, his pace was frenzied and the bed began to make a new sound. Cracking. He could feel the bed’s frame split and break as the god rutted into him one last time. The bulb at the base of his dick slammed into place as the bed crashed down to the floor, the extra weight giving it the force it needed.
The tiefling was well past the point of feeling any pain now and the moment was pure ecstasy, his body had nothing left to cum but the pleasure ebbed through him in crashing waves. Pythor, unnoticing of the bed problem, began to rumble as he filled Chondrus up for the second time that night. The god’s cum flooded into the tiefling’s guts in heavy spurts, finding new places to settle thanks to his magic. His belly swelled with the liquid, but the knot held tight inside the tiefling while Pythor continued to hump through his orgasm.
The god’s rutting eventually slowed and he let himself collapse on top of the tiefling, his dick still firmly inside. Carefully he held onto Chondrus and rolled over so the tiefling was lying on top.
“M’just gonna rest my eyes a bit. You should try to do the same, not like you're going anywhere.” Pythor wrapped his arms around the tiefling and sighed contentedly.
Meanwhile Chondrus’ thoughts were a blur, but one word echoed loud enough to register. Pregnant. There was an absurd amount of the god’s cum inside him and he just knew he had to be, but that was a problem for tomorrow’s Chondrus. For now he could just bask in the moment, locked together with his enemy turned lover and filled to the brim. This was gonna be one hell of a walk of shame tomorrow.