Fire burned in his belly. His entire body rang with an overwhelming climax, yet not a single drop of cum spilled from the dragon’s length. His stomach blazed with a vivid pink, the sensation of the egg passing out from under his tail being enough to burnthe brand into his stomach fully.
Pleasure. It felt.
The dragon hung loosely against the warm, suctioning grip that held his arms. He no longer had the strength to keep himself up, letting his weight sag against the thick tubes that locked around his hands. He could feel it move as if alive, sucling, squelching, rippling around his wrist. Hundreds of tiny feelers licked, stroked, tickled and massaged his arms as it slurped on his limbs, holding him locked in place.

Pleasure.

He could no longer feel his fingers- had they fused with the slimy, flesh-like wall he had been pushed into? He could no longer tell where his arms ended and the flesh began, his mind starting to grow hazy. He felt like he should be worried, but it was hard to get a sense of panic drummed up when your body was screaming with needy, dazing pink.

Need.

He still had not finished. Only a moment of pure and utter exhaustion washed over him before the tentacle that was stretching his dick wider than it had ever been before made itself known again as it squeezed down around his dick. He couldn’t finish. A -squirt- of pre barely managed to ooze its way up past the captor as it squeezed down on his cock with a feverent grip, trapping the fluid, letting it build up before it mercifully allowed just a few drops to escape. The dragon was not being permitted to finish. Not yet. Perhaps not ever again.

He felt broken. His eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, having just pushed the biggest size out from under his tail, leaving his muscles gaping wide. His ass still wasn’t closing up, and it felt like it would never again. His muscles had numbed, and he could barely even feel his ass anymore. He had been pumped full of the tentacle monsters’ offspring and forced to nurture it inside his stomach until it had grown big enough to push its way out. He had laid an egg. He was officially a “Mother” now. He had been reduced to a monster’s seedbed, forced to carry its young so that it could make more of itself.

And now it was starting to move again.

“Hmm? MmhM!?”

The dragon muffled out a vain outcry of confusion as he started to see movement. The egg shifted. A ripple crossed it, and he could see as new, slimy tentacles started to expand from the “egg”. Two, three, five- the dragon could not count them all.

And they were starting to lift up towards him, making a -chill- run down the dragon’s spine. For just a moment, his tail twitched, and as sensing the mounting trepidation and anxiety, the tentacles squeezed down on the dragon’s thighs, spreading them even wider. There was no stopping what was about to happen.

Completely vulnerable, completely exposed, unable to work up an ounce of strength, the green dragon felt his legs forcibly spread wide, leaving the gaping, stretched, slime-leaking ass to the encroaching tentacles, as if offering them a heart meal.

Without hesitation, they dug in, and the dragon felt as half a dozen of new appendages started working their way up his insides, making themselves comfortable inside their new home…