The Red Dragon and the Dragon Rider — The Breeding Sack
Bargut fastened collars around the necks of Seraphina and Sylvia.
It went without saying that the rock orcs, who lived in primitive tribes scattered throughout the mountains, possessed nothing so refined as a proper collar — this one had been braided together from tree bark.
And because it was so crudely made, its surface was rough enough that an ordinary person's skin would have been scraped raw and ruined by it.
But it couldn't leave so much as a scratch on the fair skin of Sylvia, a Sword Master, or of Seraphina — and Bargut never noticed the fact.
With the collars secured around their necks, Bargut led the two of them toward a hastily erected tent.
It was a shabby thing that could not even be compared to the one-touch tents used by the Bahamut Knights — barely enough to shelter them from the rain and wind as they moved.
By the time Bargut stepped into the tent, his cock was already standing tall and rigid, thanks to the effect of the pheromone perfume Seraphina had sprinkled.
He wore no underwear, of course; a single scrap of cloth barely covered his lower half, so the shape of that cock was exposed in all its shameless detail.
Gulp!
Sylvia swallowed hard.
Naturally enough — unlike Seraphina, who had enjoyed sex with monsters, she had never in her life laid eyes on the cock of anything other than a human male.
She had seen plenty of men's cocks while playing the whore at the brothel, and the largest among them had belonged to Vargan.
With a little exaggeration, Vargan's cock had been about the size of Sylvia's forearm.
But Bargut's cock…
'It looks like it's twice the size of Vargan's!'
In length, in girth, in hardness — it seemed twice Vargan's in every respect.
Instinctively, she ran a hand over her lower belly, trying to gauge just how deep it would reach if that cock were buried inside her pussy.
Past her pussy and her lower belly, past her navel, and further still — it climbed all the way up to her sternum.
'If that thing goes in to the root, I'll actually die!!'
If a cock buried in her pussy pushed all the way up to her chest, her organs would be crushed — mishandled, it could genuinely lead to death.
Yet even as that fact frightened her, anticipation swelled up inside Sylvia until it overflowed.
Seraphina was no different.
Dragon or not, no creature alive could handle a colossal cock of that magnitude.
"It's been a long while since I had breeding sacks. You two — wash my cock."
The concept of washing simply did not exist among the rock orcs.
Occasionally wading into the river to catch fish or rinse out a wound, and having their breeding sacks lick their cocks clean with their mouths — that was the extent of what rock orcs understood by the word "washing."
Sylvia, who knew nothing of this, froze in bewilderment, but Seraphina knelt before him with the ease of long practice.
"Yesss. I'll clean it for you, nice and thorough."
"Orkgirl! You too, hurry up!"
Bargut said, tugging on the collar of Sylvia, who stood staring blankly at Seraphina.
Stumbling under the pull of his hand, she sank to her knees before that cock.
Sniff! Sniff-sniff!
The smell of the cock naturally flooded her nostrils.
A pungent, eye-watering stench — sweat and piss and every other thing mingled together — and Sylvia barely managed to choke down the wave of nausea.
'Wh-what is that smell?!'
As Sylvia panicked, Seraphina shot her a look that said watch me and do the same, then moved first.
She pushed aside the cloth covering Bargut's cock.
And there it was — a brown, colossal cock, revealed in its full glory.
A glans bigger than a fist, hidden beneath the foreskin; a shaft as thick as a calf; and balls that looked like someone had strapped a pair of watermelons to him.
'…If that thing goes into me, I really will die!'
While Sylvia's eyes wavered, Seraphina was already moving her tongue this way and that, beginning her ministrations.
She drew the glans out from beneath its hood and laved it upward with slow, devoted strokes of her tongue.
Each time the red tongue moved, the brown glans glistened with her saliva.
Even the smegma wedged between glans and foreskin — Seraphina cleaned every last trace of it with her tongue in Sylvia's stead.
And then, as if to announce that her cleaning was finally done, she pushed her tongue deep into the vertically slit urethra.
It looked for all the world like a female pressing a deep, devoted kiss upon her male.
Chwok! Chup! Chwooook!
Having shared that intimate kiss with the glans, Seraphina shifted her body slightly to the side and looked over at Sylvia.
It meant: your turn now.
Thanks to Seraphina's tongue having already done the work, the cock was reasonably clean by now.
Sylvia edged slowly over beside Seraphina and, following her example, began to minister to the cock with her own mouth.
"Ork! This wench is still clumsy! But — that too is good!"
A skilled female like Seraphina was one pleasure, but the ministrations of a clumsy, fumbling female had a flavor all their own.
Bargut, a high orc who had lived a very long time, knew the taste of females properly.
He seized both their heads in his enormous hands and pressed their faces down against his cock.
Naturally, their faces were pushed past the glans and buried into his crotch.
"Lick my balls too, you female breeding sacks! That's where the seed that will knock you up is held. Beg me devotedly to make you pregnant! Ork!"
To be a rock orc of meager intelligence — and still demand that they lick his balls while begging to be impregnated.
Sylvia and Seraphina turned their eyes to the balls.
Each one the size of a watermelon, covered in a shaggy pelt of coarse hair.
The two of them stuck out their tongues at the same time and began to lick.
As their tongues warmed the wrinkled, craggy surface, the shriveled sac gradually relaxed and sagged heavily downward.
They licked the swaying balls and licked them again.
Whether it was a trait of rock orcs, or whether Bargut the high orc was simply special, neither could say — but each time their tongues ran over them, the balls trembled and quivered, and they could feel seed being churned and produced within.
"Orkkkkk. Good. Now I'll start breeding you."
Only after a full thirty minutes of their ministrations did Bargut speak with satisfaction.
For an ordinary person, that would have been long enough to collapse from exhaustion — tending him with their tongues alone.
"So — which of you two gets bred first?"
Bargut flicked his huge tongue over his lips, savoring the choice.
He chose Sylvia.
Seraphina was an utterly beautiful woman in her own right, but knocking up the awkward, flustered one seemed like it would be far more entertaining.
As the colossal cock that reached all the way to her sternum drew near, Sylvia trembled between terror and anticipation.
Then Seraphina moved to her side and spoke to Bargut, restraining him.
"One moment, please, Lord Bargut. If you breed her as she is now, this girl will be badly hurt. Unless her pussy is properly loosened first, it will surely tear."
Bargut, a high orc smarter than the common rock orc, understood Seraphina's words.
In truth, more than a few breeding sacks had been injured — or worse, lost their lives — trying to take his colossal cock.
"Ork!! Then is there some way?"
"I'll loosen this girl's pussy for you. Then you'll be able to mount her much more easily."
Bargut nodded.
The moment his permission was granted, Seraphina pressed her lips straight onto Sylvia's pussy.
"W-wait, what — what are you doing?!"
"I just told you, didn't I? That's exactly what this is. If you try to take that colossal cock as you are, that pussy might tear. It has to be loosened properly first."
Paying no mind to Sylvia's protest, Seraphina pushed her tongue straight into her pussy.
"Haahk!! W-wait a second!!"
At the sensation of her folds being spread and a tongue burrowing inward, Sylvia tried to scramble away in a hurry, but Seraphina did not listen.
While her tongue worked the pussy, coaxing it loose and open, her hands pressed firmly down on Sylvia's lower belly, again and again.
"Nnngh! Hnnnngh! Yo-you're only pressing on my belly, so why…. It, it feels weird!!"
"To take that thing, simply warming the pussy isn't enough. I have to loosen the entire passage that leads all the way to the womb."
Starting from the pussy and working inward, Seraphina pressed and kneaded and loosened every muscle along the path connecting to Sylvia's womb.
She was only pressing on her lower belly, and yet Sylvia could feel her womb churning deep within.
Nectar trickled in a steady stream from her pussy, and by the time Sylvia's eyes had gone half-lidded with pleasure, Seraphina judged every preparation complete and slid aside, making room.
"Haaah! Haahh!"
Sylvia panted, drunk on the pleasure of having her womb fondled.
Bargut brought his colossal cock to the mouth of her pussy.
The instant it touched her, her folds — already overflowing with nectar — clung to the glans and stretched after it, writhing like a living thing.
But as the glans sank deeper and deeper inside…
Sqrich! Sqrich!
"K-kyaaaahk!"
Her pussy stretched open to its very limit, and Sylvia's eyes flew wide.
Amazed that she could even spread this far, the startled folds shuddered and quivered uncontrollably.
Sqreeeich! Sqreeeeich!!
Sylvia thrashed her head from side to side, writhing against the pain, and Seraphina seized her arms and legs, pinning her down.
Struggling against an insertion of this magnitude could easily have made things worse.
Thanks to Seraphina's efforts, Bargut's colossal cock sank slowly, steadily deeper — and then,
SHLUCK!!!
It drove halfway in, forcing her pussy apart and crushing her organs as it burrowed inward.
"Hoooohk!!!"
Sylvia gasped out her breath in sheer shock.
Her bladder, squeezed by the cock, threatened to leak — but her urethra was pressed shut by that same cock, and nothing would come out.
With a monumental effort, Sylvia lifted her head to look at her own lower belly.
Horrified disbelief filled her eyes.
Her slim, graceful belly was bulging upward in the unmistakable shape of a cock.