Moiramain2k asked: Dickotized Taylor Worm.
On her first night out as a hero Taylor hardly expected to face Lung. She expected even less to see his cock swinging wildly after he started to transform or to let him grab her and use her as a pocket pussy still in her costume.
Intellectually, Taylor understood that Lung would fight nude.
It only made sense- There was no way his clothes could survive his fire and his transformation, after all.
It made sense in retrospect, and though she’d never considered the question before, this would be the conclusion she would’ve come to if she’d been interrogated on the subject.
Similarly, given how Lung grew, it only made sense that his cock would grow as the man himself did. It would only make sense. And again- not something she’d ever pondered before, but it made logical sense, and she’d have come to this conclusion on her own if she thought of the question.
But neither of those logical facts prepared Taylor for the reality that was Lung’s draconic cock.
It was immense. Even for a dragon man.
Several feet long, and thick for its length too. Covered in ridges, as if to gouge out whoever he was fucking, leading up to a tapered tip, where boiling hot precum was drooling on to the floor.
It was too big. Too big for any woman to take. Too big to be real.
Too big for Taylor to process.
It was as if she needed to utilise her full brain power to truly envision it, as if it was so large that it literally pushed everything else in Taylor’s brain out of the way until only it remained.
All she could do was stare at the bobbing cock as it grew larger and larger- and only partially because of Lung’s transformation. Mostly because Lung was approaching the young heroine, his cock swaying from left to right, figuratively wiping her brain clean of any other thought.
She moaned as Lung’s clawed hand grabbed hold of her mask and ripped it off, revealing her slack-jawed mouth and the drool running down her chin.
Her green eyes were empty of all thoughts, reflecting an image of Lung’s cock perfectly, and he chuckled deeply.
“You’re mine now, girl.” He declared, and his words branded themselves onto Taylor’s dicknotized mind.
Yes. She was his. It was as evident as her own name.
Lung’s Taylor Hebert.
She moaned as his giant hand grabbed her by the middle, easily lifting her up into the air, before slamming her down onto his cock, impaling her in one go and ripping her costume to shreds.
Taylor came so hard as she was turned into Lung’s cocksleeve that she couldn’t even scream. The only sign of her orgasm was the way her pussy fluttered around Lung’s monstrous cock.
But of course, Lung himself was far from done.
And by the time he was done claiming his latest bitch, he’ll have pulled many screaming orgasms from her.
Of Taylor, no one ever heard from again. Just one more female cape joining Lung’s hoard of whores~
