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Rarsyl pulled the tongue of her worn running shoes past the clawed tips of her toes and tied the dog-eared laces in a lazy knot. She yawned loudly, then passed her tongue over sharp teeth and sucked at the minty aftertaste of her toothpaste.

"This sucks." She thought, but a quick glance at the body length mirror by her door and a quick pinch at the soft muffin top that hung over the waist of her spats reminded her why she was bothering to wake up and go for a jog in the first place. She could only sit on her horde and eat pastries and ice-cream for so long before she'd end up too fat to even get out of her door; a fate she'd seen more than few of her old friends succumb to.

Getting a new door built was harder than waking up before noon, and so some time later Rarsyl found herself streaming with sweat and panting at the edge of her cleared-out territory, a long stretch of stones just taller than herself. She glanced at the sun and squinted.

"Hasn't even been an hour yet. Bleh." She whined, leaning a stone and sighing.

"Just a little while further I guess. I haven't checked out this side of my stuff in a long time, now that I think of it."

It had been a really long time when she thought of it; vague recollections of hairy little critters and knee-high sheets of ice returning to mind. It looked much warmer and drier now, and her first few steps over a knee-height break in the stone and into the mossy plains beyond crunched pleasantly.

Several miles of jogging through the soft, yielding moss and Rarsyl had finally had enough. Her curves were streaming with sweat, and she could feel it soaking her t-shirt, spats, and shoes. She carried on a few more yards then came to a stop along the shore of a shallow lake, whereupon she unceremoniously plopped down heavily on her ample rump and settled into the soft peat.

She wiggled her wide bottom back and forth a bit, flattening some annoying pebbles she could feel under her.

"Guh! I can't believe I'm gonna' do this every day. My dogs are killin' me."

With a nonchalant tug at the heel, Rarsyl peeled her sneakers off, her sore sweat drenched toes finally finding respite as she rested them by the edge of the water.

 


 

 

Morning had come and passed as any other day for the fishing villages along the coast of the Wide Sea. Some were boarding their boats and sailing out to gather the bounty of the sea, and others were taking to the fields and forests to reap the bounties of the land.

Curiously however a few hours after dawn the humans of the coast began to hear a faint rumbling thrumming periodically through the earth beneath them.

Each thud gently shook the leaves on the trees and disturbed the surfaces of ponds with radiating ripples. Many felt apprehension, but the elders assured them that the earth from time to time would quake, rumbling to the passing of distant gods. They knew however that no such beings dwelt in the lands of the mortal races, or had for ages immemorial.

Yet as the day passed on the rumbling did not subside. Then with a great shout the watchman atop one of the towers hollered and blew his horn, lit the bonfire and frantically waved the red flag; every instrument of panic he had at his disposal.

The villagers looked up from their labour and all eyes fell upon a vast and distant form, approaching from the west with great loping steps. It was an unfathomably immense titaness, with a draconic visage and great curved horns above her focused countenance.

From a distance she had the manner of someone out for a brisk jog, but each footfall threw up a spray of earth, stones, and trees and left vast bare ruts of despoiled land in her wake.

She plodded along and the rumbling and booming of her steps became overwhelming, each hard step shaking trees and toppling sheds and watchtowers.

The villagers of the coast shouted and ran out of their rattling homes, some jumping into boats and trying to push off the rocking shore as the dragoness' path became clear.

After but a few moments the earth-shattering footfalls crashed just beyond the edges of a seaside village, throwing a great blast of earth and lumber as an entire cluster of granaries and longhouses were flattened and kicked up by the soles of her shoes.

The titaness doubled over, placing her immense clawed hands on her knees and bringing her face into focus for the villagers that cowered  beneath her shadow. She had the visage of a dragon, a mythic tyrant-lizard that in ages past had dominated the mortal world. Such creatures hadn't been seen in this realm for ages, and men only knew them from myths and legends of yore.

Her body was like a mortal woman's, excusing being skinned in light brown and crème colored scales.  She was a very filled-out woman; her heavy breasts were loosely wrapped in what looked like a sleeveless tunic, and her belly hung over a pair of tight black trousers that ended barely halfway down her great pale thighs. Her legs curved down what must have been miles to her feet, which were clad in white shoes, dirtied by trampling through the length of the realm.

Without warning and with an ear-splitting crash she lowered first to a squat and then dropped her weight onto her rear, utterly erasing a large stretch of farmland beneath her wide bottom. With a slight shift she settled herself into the crater she formed, knocking over what few houses had survived beside her landing.

Uttering something unintelligible in her hissing tongue the dragoness lowered her hand and thoughtlessly peeled her shoes off, freeing her smooth soles and clawed toes that glistened with perspiration. Many who survived her landing were rolled over as she pushed her legs out and away from her, scraping two long ruts through the countryside with her heels until her feet rested on the beach amidst the villagers still trying to push their boats to sea.

The villagers couldn't help but feel insignificant beside the towering height of her feet, and they quickly found themselves overwhelmed by the hot and heady stuffiness of her sweat.

 


 

 

Rarsyl yawned and sighed as her scales were warmed by the rays of the rising sun. Glancing down to the narrow strip of sand beside the placid waters, she pushed her toes into the warm powder and scrunched them pleasurably.

She leaned back and tugged at the hem of her t-shirt, airing out her cleavage.

"At least there's a nice breeze here." She sighed.

 


 

 

The Baron's herald let loose a long blast of his horn, and in the valley beneath them the thousands of gathered warriors let out a roaring battle-cry.

Leaping deftly onto a boulder, the maille clad ruler of the coast gave out a great shout and gestured his sword at the immense figure that filled half of the horizon on the opposite end of the valley.

"Warriors, brethren! The myths of ancient days have come to pass again! A great serpent again walks this earth to sew terror and tyranny! But the age of such beasts is long past, and we will again make a myth of this one! Follow me brothers, and though we fight against the greatest of beasts we will strike with ten thousand spears!"

The gathered horde shouted and clashed their spears and pikes against their shields.

"Forward! Strike at this great bitches' softest places, and see her stricken down!" The baron turned and began to stride towards the sky-filling reclined figure with his immense host beside him.

Phalanxes of soldiers trotted over the fields and pastures until they came to the disturbed bank of clay that oozed up from beneath the giant dragoness' unfathomable weight. Charging up the slope, the warriors thrust and slashed at the soft scales that lined the inside of her thighs. Each scale was small, only the size of a coin, but together presented a neigh impregnable wall of yielding warm flesh.

Some men were knocked over or even crushed, as the slightest breaths of the titaness shifted her legs many meters. Others were caught unaware as cottage-sized beads of sweat rolled and fell off of her sun-bathed legs, splashing thickly amongst the troops and sending them sliding down the disturbed earth.

Without warning one large group struck at the flesh at once, and seemed to chip off several scales. In an instant the sky above them darkened, and the unfathomably large hand of the dragoness closed in to scratch at its supple thigh.

As it itched with menacing claws the first rows of men fell forward into the revealed packed earth beneath the leg, and then disappeared when the leg settled again with a deafening thud that threw even more men aside.

Several Lieutenants, indignant at the lack of injury, ordered their men to charge further into the crux of her legs, desperate to find vulnerable places to strike at.

They streamed forward until they came to the narrow openings at the bottom of her pants, each arching above them like the largest of mountain passes. A thick cloying scent emerged from within, and many soldiers cast off their cloaks as they entered, immediately finding themselves wrapped in intense heat.

Some hesitated, unsure if they could escape if no vulnerable spot could be found, but the threats of the nobles and jeers of their fellows eventually spurred most of the host to enter. Despite the apparent narrowness, ten men could still enter abreast, and as they pushed down the dark passage they attacked every wall of flesh they could, hoping to strike at something susceptible to mortal wounds.

The first groups to enter reached the end of the pant legs after several minutes, and found themselves facing another colossal wall of fabric, this one white and made of thinner material. In the dim light that passed through the tiny holes of the outer garb they saw that the white fabric embraced an immense mound, softly pulsing beneath with each rumbling breath the beast took.

Here the musty scent was strongest, practically overwhelming, and all about them the fabric was damp to the touch with the dragoness' perspiration. Here the Baron oversaw his men's efforts to slash through the thin fabric.

"No doubt here is the beasts' great sodding' cunt! Show this elder lizard what men of the coast do to presumptuous maidens!"

With a roar of fervor they tore at the fabric with their axes and spears, some climbing up the texture of the fabric and other more bold warriors finding it's edges and crawling within to strike at the delicates beneath. The ground beneath them seemed to slope up at this, and the hundreds of men inside the cavern piled forward as the inner fabric became as much a floor as a wall. A handful of surprised cries from within did little to stifle their assault, until all at once something beneath the bulging fabric seemed to stir menacingly.

Then with each dull thud of the great dragons' heart, something burst forth a part more, until with a great rip the undergarment came undone and the host at once gave out a great shout of surprise.

 


 

 

Rarsyl closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun and breeze for a while longer, humming contentedly. She felt an idle itch at her thighs and thoughtlessly scratched at it.

Another itch, this one further up her leg. Maybe she'd sat in some irritating moss or something. Nothing worth getting up over, anyway.

She idled away a few more minutes until again she felt irritation, this time further up her thigh under her spats.

"Hmm? Somethin' crawlin' on here?"

Rarsyl glanced at her spats but didn't see anything on them, and only the moss and rocks beside it.

Then she felt something different, and this time felt it well inside her spats, at the fringe of her silk panties. At this itch she involuntarily lifted her legs slightly and felt the faintest throb at her groin.

All at once as she lifted her legs she felt crawling at the crux of her crotch, and she swore she could feel the fabric of her panties tear slightly at the edges.

"Wuh? Is there something in there?" She cried, now lifting her knees up and glancing down at the edge of her spats.

She saw something moving, then another, then finally realized there were countless faintly visible things either clinging to or resting in the rim of her pant leg.

"What the heck are you things? What are you doing in there!"

Rarsyl placed a hand on the lip and shook at it, trying to scatter them. Instead, the ones clinging to the rim fell and she felt them slide down the leg and past the now exposed sides of her panties. Only then, as the fabric lifted and opened on the sides did she become of aware of just how many there must have been inside there. She could feel their slight weight as they landed all over her sheath and balls.

She cried out shrilly, and bounced on her rump in surprise, but this only embedded them further. Some she felt sliding down past her hefty orbs and about her lady parts beneath.

"Ahn! No, get outta there!" She murmured, her face flushing red as she felt her cock slowly peek from her sheath at the tingling sensation of so much movement on and around it. Slowly a bulky form began to fill out the front of her spats, shifting down one leg and bracing against the tight fabric with each passing moment.

"I- I can't get you out if you keep..." Rarsyl brushed at her rapidly plumping bulge, but stopped as she realized this only made things worse for her and whatever these things were that had trespassed inside. She felt the cool sea air on her foreskin as her length peeped out of the bottom of her spats and braced warmly against her thigh.

Glancing around quickly, she confirmed she was alone in her territory before she slowly grasped the hem of her spats and pulled them down with some difficulty past her huge thighs and over her knees, peeling them past her feet and dropping them on the sand.

Exposed to the air, her thick cock plopped down onto the earth with a thud, visibly covered in hundreds of tiny creatures.

She moved her hand to brush them off but halted as their aimless milling about both stimulated her sensitive skin and jogged her memory.

She didn't remember any creature that dared crawl onto her form in such a bold manner from the last time she walked through her lands, but it had been a long time since then she fathomed. She plucked up a small group between two fingers and leaned in close to examine them.

She had to gaze for a moment to focus on them even with her keen eyesight, as they were so miniscule that a dozen of them perched on one fingertip with ample room to spare. They were little two legged creatures, something like herself but pink in hue and wrapped in faux silvery metal scales. They were cowering and trying to avoid her gaze, or striking at her finger fruitlessly with bits of wood and metal.

"W-wait. Are you those little things I saw hunting the little wooly things last time? There's a heck of a lot more of you this time." She muttered, seemingly unintelligibly, as most of them continued to strike at her or cower fruitlessly.

Rarsyl watched them bemusedly for a few moments before suddenly realizing there must be more of them on the ground around her.

Her cock had still been hardening the entire time, and had pushed forward through more greenery and moss until its head rested amongst a cluster of little structures.

Between these little wood and stone piles hundreds of the hunter-things were running about, some moving to strike at her flesh and others merely fleeing.

The stimulation was not unnoticed, and another throb saw the thick shaft leap forward and flatten several more nests and dozens more tiny mortals.

"Nng~ You guys are getting me worked up. Is this how you welcome all the dragons?" Rarsyl couldn't help but giggle as without any effort a few more seconds of plumping saw her girth cut the entire nest in two.

"Maybe this is what the other ladies mentioned when they said they were taking 'little pleasure trips' to their lands." She pondered for a moment before resolving to experiment a little with these miniscule beings. After all they were her property, and they'd deigned to attack her most intimate parts. She might as well give them the chance to make something of it.

Rarsyl gently placed her hand on top of her thick cock and swept it side to side, bulldozing over the miniscule village effortlessly.

Lifting her still half-soft shaft she regarded the sweat-muddied patch where the village had once been with a smirk.

"Yeesh, there wasn't much to that one was there? No way all of those shiny ones came from this place."

Rarsyl lifted her head and looked around, now perceptive of the little nests that were scattered everywhere around her land. Most were equally small clusters of tiny rock squares and circles, capped with grass or wood.

"There sure are a lot of you here. Guess I don't have to feel too bad over a little fun.”

With a deft shift of her rump she rolled from the desolate crater her butt had formed and crawled on her knees over a stretch of colorful fields and forests until she reached a winding stream that had many villages lining it. She could see dozens of rafts and ferries each covered in mortals, and countless more fishing or wading along its banks.

Rarsyl smirked as an idle thought crossed her mind. Shifting her legs she straddled her  vast thighs across the river, resting on her haunches and sizing up the flurry of panicked flight beneath her shadow. Her now nearly thigh-length cock flopped down and splashed wetly on top of a few fishing boats, it's girth nearly that of the river itself.

"A lot of you living next to this river, I bet you must be bored of the same old water every day." She mused, grasping her weighty shaft with one hand and cupping her smooth scaled balls with the other.

Now pointing her length straight down at the riverbank below her she began to steadily stroke her girth, each pump rolling the thick foreskin over the glistening head. It only took a few strokes before the narrow slit of her urethra flared and the first trickle of clear precum dripped into the current below.

Sitting so that she faced upstream Rarsyl watched as the boats and ferries drifting downstream panicked, and either desperately attempted to bank themselves or slowly passed beneath her and were immediately drizzled with a several-meter thick stream of clear, musky fluid, sinking to the bottom instantly and adding to the dam she had formed.

"Fff- Come on, let's give you something squirmy to fish for." Rarsyl teased, and biting her lip she hastened her stroking, the river between her legs overflowing into a small lake of murky fluid and debris.

With a final gasp She brought her furious masturbation to a crescendo, and arched her back in orgiastic release.

There was a deafening slap as the first thick spurt of viscous white goo shot into the water from her jolting member.  Half a dozen more followed as she deftly fondled her prodigious scrotum beneath, and in only a moment the broad river was dyed a murky white and overflowed its banks.

The dozen villages that lined the short stretch of river between Rarsyl and the ocean were overwhelmed by an unseasonal flood; this one far too thick to safely wade through and reeking overpoweringly of draconic potency. Houses, boats, and fishermen alike were swept downstream on the ejaculatory current, and turning around to look out to sea,  Rarsyl could see a fluvial cloud of seed and detritus billowing out to sea.

"Damn- I'm a fuckin' weirdo, but I haven't jizzed that hard in a while." She sighed, brushing the tip of her drooling glans with a finger and thoughtlessly wiping it on a grain field. "What else have you little mortals been holding out on me?" She panted hungrily.

Rarsyl saw a glint of metal again, this time a column of armored mortals scurrying up a steep hill to escape the slowly rising torrent of seed that had smothered the village beneath it. Atop the mossy mound was a little circle of gray stones, piled up neatly. More of the shiny guys were standing on top of it, and others milling about in the middle of the circle, where more of their woody little nests were crowded.

Rarsyl twisted away from the river and rolled over flat onto her front; her cushy belly and ample breasts flattening miles of landscape with a dull thud. Her slender draconic snout rested on her crossed wrists before her, with the miniature fortification just in front of it. She had to screw up her eyes just to focus on it, making out the curious wavy defenses and wooden palisades that ensconced it.

After a moment ogling it she felt a slight itch on her nose and realized the iron-clad beings on the wall were lobbing little sticks at her, most of them bouncing off.

"Wow I must have really pissed you guys off. Didn't anyone tell you this was all my stuff before you came here?" She muttered, her breath fluttering every tiny banner that lined the walls.

Only more fruitless plinking from their walls. Rarsyl scowled at the display of resistance.

"Yeesh you guys aren't the brightest. Can't you get the hint?" She scorned. "Fine nerds, have it your way, I'll put you where you'll learn a little respect for your big boss lady."

Rarsyl sat up, the pulverized wreckage of the villages she'd squished beneath her sweaty chest either sticking to her t-shirt or crumbling back down to the featureless plain she'd formed.

With one hand she grasped her cock, again flaccid, and with a claw spread the tip of her foreskin. With her other land she deftly pinched up dozens of defenders from the walls and unceremoniously deposited them into the sticky chasm between it and her glans.   

A few more pinches and the walls were nearly bare. Rarsyl purred at the tingling of so many tiny mortals struggling in the tight suffocating embrace of her sheathed member. She pinched the loose skin at the end closed and let out a mock sigh of pity.

"Awww- so tough in your little rock pile but you can't even get yourselves out of there? Guess what's yours is mine now. Already was, really."

She saw a lot more little mortals cowering in the rock circle, but none of them were clad in shining metal. She figured these were even less fit to fight her than the stupid ones who tried.

"You little silly things saw what happens if you don't listen to the big bad dragon bitch. Here's what happens when you make her peeved.

Still pinching her foreskin closed she grasped her shaft with the other hand and began to gently stroke at the sensitive underside. It only took her a few moments between her self-gratification and the still struggling warriors before she bit her lip and bucked her hips.

With a growl of satisfaction the tip of her foreskin swelled slightly as her cock twitched in release. A few more silent spurts and Rarsyl sighed in afterglow. Rarsyl let go of her foreskin, letting the mess of thick semen and shattered warriors ooze out and flow downhill to join the still flowing river of seed she'd created earlier.

Nodding in approval at her handiwork Rarsyl stood up and sized up her surroundings. Any other day this much excitement would have exhausted her, but she could feel her body tingle with exhilaration and she looked about for more of her property to 'inspect'.

A substantial nest rested in a nearby valley and she could already tell a huge amount of mortals dwell there. It only took a few loping steps for her to span the distance, and her bare toes stood just outside and above its outermost wall.

Wordlessly Rarsyl grabbed her t-shirt by its base and drew it over her belly, heavy breasts, and pert brown nipples, tossing it aside unabashedly.

"Hey. I'm Rarsyl. I kinda' own you guys and -uh- as I see it you owe me a backlog of entertainment." She bore her fangs in a sharp grin and took a firm grasp of her thickening member. 

 

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