Something makes you feel cocky enough to try and turn the tables on the fifteen foot red dragon before you. He was used to devouring men without any resistance from what you could tell now, and the taste of his precum activates something in you. You’d only half-way eaten a friend, and before that a turkey before. Nothing more than a sounding rod had entered your shaft, but right now your cock is throbbing against his feet…it’s like your balls need to feel someone inside them too.
You take that as a sign and look up to him, “Sacrificing you to my cock.” He starts to squint as if you could really be serious, and then he shudders as you thrust your cockhead over his broad feet.
“Listen pipsqueak it may feel clever but I’m a security guard on break. I could easily send you to the grave even if you weren’t fodder.” He replies, and reaches down towards your head. You buck your hips again and duck out of his grip. Your hands are free from his shaft and move to push that cock away from you at the base.
“I heard somewhere that fodder tends to eat fodder.” You taunt at him, and your cock pulses as you get a growling reaction at him. You duck from a swipe and also his cock lurching at you, and you teasingly push it upwards so that the next one goes towards his own head. He’s briefly busy pushing his hungry cock away, and it gives you time to get to his knees.
He tries to say something, but you press your hands down into his sack hard. You’d heard something about experienced predators being able to shrug off even a knife to their more predatory anatomy, but he wasn’t prepared for this. Your hands grip the outline of his testes and try to squeeze them. He groans out in pain, and you take the moment to stand up and thrust your cock forwards over his thighs. The process was painful sure, but the thrill of taking another man for the first time, and especially managing one outside your league… It sent you over the edge. You fire a load around his powerful legs, and lick your muzzle at it seems you’ve lubed up your prey.
“Sorry meat what was that?” you snicker.
“Fuck you. I was champion once buddy, and you know what making an attempt on Mac the Sac Attack means?” He snarls out, staring you down as your cock starts pulling in his sack. The tone he has is almost resigned to allowing someone cocky to take his life, as if it was his time anyway. “Every pred worth his salt who saw this go down is going to come after you, and if the stadium knows about this they’ll enter you into the tournament under threat of digestive execution.”
“Well Mac, you’re reign is ending…” You say leaning in to twist his nipples. He moans out as a weaker man takes charge by miracle, and you moan in turn as his sack pulls up within your shaft. “Thanks for being my first kill in life.”
That sends him over the edge, and he begins the process of emptying his balls. Men’s clothing, bones, and other remains are pumped out and onto his boddy. He’s completely marinating himself in steamy draconic cream, unable to stop. You’re splashed several times with it, and soon the entire little special area is being drenched in your prey’s seed. He’s lost in the throes of spraying that submissive load, and you reposition so your cock slides over his musclegut and mountainous pecs. You realize as his armpits brush against his armpits that the meaty flavor you’d sensed was your cock tasting him all the time. This new ripe manly flavor tells you that even if you were threatened with death you’d have no choice but to take Mac’s life. He’s your now in every sense of the word. As your cock eclipses his own the firing load pulses through your urethra still out and over him. Little trinkets and remains still come out, and you ignore it while lifting your cock into the air.
“Well Mac? Are you happy you came to get sacrifices today?” You taunt reaching over to his face as his shoulders are taken. Your fingers rub over his muzzle and pry it open so he tastes his own seed, resisting the intoxicating brew he’d made. You move to sit back on the little throne and enjoy the last part of this.
“If this is how I go,” He grunts out, “I deserve a death like this for falling to luck, or 'natural talent' if you're actually worthy of taking me....but yes, I am."
You grin and shove him deeper into your shaft, forcing him to take the final plunge and be cocooned by your cock. He writhes and squirms, not in a genuine attempt to escape, but clearly in a way that said he knows what a pred enjoys. You catch yourself, and you realize you’d come here just to watch some matches and jerk off to your kink. Now you, Michael the fox, had just become a pred, and taken a former champion and guard, a massive dragon at that, as your first kill. You were going to digest a man, fuck you were going to kill a man. You’re a predator now.
And as you slowly jerk your cock, leaning back as you watch the bulge slide down until the bad dragon splashes into your sack, you relax. All that is left to do now is what's natural.
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