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T: Veloth lavished in the rush of a steamy school shower, droplets pelting off his smooth scales. It had been a hard workout, and the water felt heavenly, washing away the sweat he'd broken. And he hadn't even planned on it either! A glance here and there, a timid wave of a claw, and he'd ended up in the girl's shower room as he was about to leave campus.

He hadn't even meant for it to go this far. But he'd just gotten into it, and she'd been begging for it as well. Now here he was, breathing heavily, inside of the dense humid cloud of steam, standing hunched over her limp body. After catching his breath, he slowly pulled out, his cock finally softening in that tight canal.

A groan escaped him as his cock flopped free off her entrance, excess seed slopping out of her well fucked folds. He took a moment to take it all in. The motionless, pink scaled dragoness beneath him was a pretty thing, his age, even shared chemistry class together. That's probably why she knew he was a capable stud, and how she'd first learned of his snuffing prowess. But now she was limp meat, oozing his cum from her cunt.

God she had the cutest expression plastered on her blushing face, those final moments making her eyes go cross and tongue loll out from her petite muzzle. He leaned over and gave her a smooch on her limp lips, breaking away for a moment realizing something. "I sure hope we weren't partners for the next chem lab... that's gonna be a pain in the ass to do by myself."

P: Teaching had never been Isshra's first choice of occupation. She'd used to be a star runner in her youth, bound for greatness, medals abound and all that. The fact that she was now teaching PE in some middling highschool she only had herself to blame though, herself and her poor decision-making. She was staying over at some grandiose hotel, talked to some guys in the bar, and in the next moment she already had some slender, handsome gryph-stud on her back, humping into her with abandon.

Before he went limp on top of her. Dead. And pumping out as much cum as he could, knocking her up.

And just like that, her career was over. No more young dragon-starlet on the track. With a clutch, she couldn't hope to compete, not during, and not after. Egg-flab like that didn't just go away just because the eggs were out. So now here she was, yelling at guys and girls to run their laps. Oh well.

Wait, what was that? Why was there still one of the showers running? It was half an hour after the final classes were done, so why was there still someone wasting the school's water?

It was coming from the girl's changing room, quite a bit of steam from the hot water in the air. And something else...musk? Having a hunch about what was going on, Isshra peeked into the shower room.

Just like she expected, she found one of the boys looming over one of her girls, the latter limp on the floor and quite clearly fucked dead. She'd seen that googly-eyed expression often enough on both females and males to recognize a cum-corpse at a glance. Fucked until their brain gave in and shut down. The snuffing stud on the other hand seemed much too focused on his kill to realize the older dragoness peeking in. She cleared her throat.

T: Veloth pulled away from the gal's silly snuffed muzzle. It was finally sinking in. He'd always had a feeling the rumors were true. Growing up, other mothers would mention his late Mom in passing, with a slight jealous tone. Something about his Dad being one of 'those' individuals. Everyone knew about snuffers, but it was dawning on him now that he was one of them.

There was a giddy excitement that washed through him, standing over his first snuff. The realization alone made his cock throb and let loose another aftershock. Cum spewing onto the girl's flank. It was quickly washed away by the shower's spray, down the drain.

Haunched over her, he couldn't help but examine his handiwork, wanting to know every sexy snuffed inch of her body and commit it to memory. She was his first, and someone he wouldn't forget... well at least he told himself that.

He wandered down south from her face, curious to see exactly what lay between her haunches. He grabbed her hind leg and lifted. "Hehe" he let out a giggle. She had a nice little set of udders. Perky and petite, which were fitting for her frame, but did leave him a tad disappointed. He'd had more than one fantasy of diving into some swollen milk sacks and motorboating them until he was ragged for breath. But this angle did give him an uncompromised view of her leaking vent and tailbase. He used his other claw to grope one of her udders. He molested it without thought, she was just a body for him to explore now. His eyes widened with surprise as the added stimulation to her udder made her pussy's entrance visibly clench, splurting out another thick globule of his cum.

His cock throbbed again, back at full mast. Should he risk it? Could he have another round with her before the janitor came through? Then his ears flattened, hearing someone clear their throat.

OH FUCK! He thought to himself, he was in deep shit! You weren't allowed to pleasure snuff another student on school property! Oh, he was going to be spending the rest of his school days in detention... or worse!

P: Watching his face go from excitement as he played with the girl's body to sheer terror when she alerted him to her presence made it really hard for Isshra to not burst out laughing. He had been so entranced by the girl's body, and this terribly rude PE teacher had just shattered his world. "Young man, you know exactly that killing your classmates via intercourse on school grounds without supervision of staff is strictly forbidden!"

The young dragon gulped heavily, the gears turning behind his eyes. She wasn't sure yet though if she even wanted to bring this up to the director. Or how she wanted to punish this up and coming snuffer. Something about this whole situation just stirred something inside her. She turned her attention away from the panicked, but still hopelessly aroused youth for a moment.

He'd picked out quite the pretty girl for his first snuff. Dainty horns, sweet curve to the snout, perky teats...tight, cum-packed muff. Isshra was no stranger to drakes kicking it in the bedroom. In her frustration after the end of her sports career, she'd taken enough guys and even a few girls to her bed, not one of them alive by the end of the night. But this scene, this student she was familiar with, dead on the shower tiles, while her studly first-timer was still helplessly horny right next to her...

"You really did a number on her, didn't you?" she said softly, but still loudly enough jerk him out of his stupor. The boy tried to stammer a response, but she paid no attention to his babbling. She inspected the girl's corpse more, those perky little teats of hers. They were little more than a meager suggestion of hatchling-feeders, but the boy had still seemed captivated by them. If the girl had survived, they would have ballooned out obscenely as they got ready to nourish her clutch, staying permanently full and swollen even if she never had another clutch - Isshra had a bit of experience on the matter. She gently pinched one of those soft, empty nipples, and with a devious idea forming, she started to fiddle around her sports-suit with her tail.

"How long did she even survive when you started rutting her? Two minutes? Three?"

"I-I-I don't know, I did-didn't count!" he blabbered, but her attention was already focused somewhere else. Just above the girl's udder, the dragoness could spot a little pudge in the corpse's belly, and she pushed it testingly down with a single claw. The corpse's legs jerked, and fat blobs of cum seeped out of her cunt, squeezed out by the older 'ness.

"Thought so. Young sluts like that never make it long once they've gotten with someone like you. Shame too, you can barely get off properly before they're already meat underneath you." She looked him dead in the eye, and before he could react, stalked halfway past him and roughly grabbed the male's sack in her claws.

"Yep, no surprise there, these are barely emptied out. You can't hope to get off properly with inexperienced hens like that." She wasn't entirely sure if the young stud had even heard her, panting rapidly as he was with his nuts in the grip of the older women. Isshra could feel them throb and churn in her palm, pumping out a few more creamy streaks of seed through his cock.

"I want to see you at my house, after school tomorrow" she said, turning to leave. "You know where I live?" Dumbfounded, the boy nodded. "Good" she said, sauntering out of the shower. Before exiting, she made sure that her rear was in full view, and Veloth's eyes went wide like saucers. Sneakily, she had undone the straps of the bra under her suit keeping her own udder contained. Freely dangling, though still confined by her other clothing, her tit-flesh was bulging out her suit, two massive mounds dangling down between her knees, the tight clothing not leaving much to the imagination. "Tomorrow. After school" she repeated, lasciviously swaying her hips before exiting, leaving the stunned boy behind her.

T: Veloth had to pick his jaw up off the floor after seeing the thigh clappers the gym teacher was lugging. Not only that, he'd... gotten off the hook? For now? His head was spinning with questions and it didn't help that his other head throbbing pre, was more horny than anything else.

Fuck, what did she want wtih him, was she going to blackmail him? Why hadn't she just busted him on the spot! What was her play? But his mind also detoured... he desperately needed to know what her udder looked like, not stuffed in an outfit. Images of her hips swaying to and fro on the way out clouding his thinking.

He took a breath, that was tomorrow's problem. For now though, he still had one lovely pretty in pink ness splayed out before him to freely use if he was fast. It wasn't uncommon for snuffings to happen at school and the janitor would handle the mess. So Veloth rolled his former classmate over onto her back and got to work filling that womb back up with a bloating load of seed. After all, Ms. Isshra had made most of it spill out with her little examination. Veloth wouldn't be content unless he left a belly swelling present for the janitor.

Veloth went about rutting freely and rigorously into his first ever snuff. It felt amazing, but those mental images of Ms. Isshra kept creeping up while he humped away at the limp meat beneath him. Those slightly bowed knees, udder pushing out against her waddling thighs, all as she sauntered out without a care in the world. It was all he could think about! Right as he thrust balls deep, he pictured shoving his face muzzle deep into her bountiful milk bags, huffing that heavenly tit flesh. It was too much, Veloth immediately erupted directly into the snuffed gal's womb, pumping it back full of his thick sloppy seed and distending her abs with his potent production.

He'd already forgotten the pink ness' name as he hurriedly pulled out and rinsed off in the shower, too focused on what tomorrow would bring. Veloth headed home and did his best to act calm as he ate his dinner. He went to his bedroom soon after, still anxiously running through what might happen tomorrow, and recollecting on what he'd done that day.

He was a snuffer.

Veloth finally relaxed enough to fall asleep. But the next day at school wasn't any better. He was on edge through every period. Thoughts and scenarios running wild in his head. He bolted out of his desk when the bell finally announced the end of the day.

He took a heavy gulp, standing there in front of Ms. Isshra's front door. He couldn't believe he was actually here, not that he had much choice, she could ruin him with what she'd walked in on in the showers. With trepidation, the young studly derg gave her door a series of knocks.

P: "Dressed to kill" got a slew of new meanings in a society like this, and there were a plethora of bad jokes to be made. Still, Isshra thought the phrase was appropriate. She wasn't dressed much, but what was there - or not - made it all the better. Her light blue hide was completely bare save for some skimpy lingerie hugging her nethers. Black silk clad her udder, but leaving her nipples bare to be suckled on.

She was lying on her side, regarding her form in the mirror. Even at the beginning of her fifties, she was a damn fine specimen! Sure, she was a bit rounder overall, but she had plenty of roundness in all the right places. With her upper hind leg raised, she showed off both her thick, motherly haunches as well as her not-so-hidden mammaries. Her pussy was similarly "concealed" behind black lace that was perhaps a size or two too small...hmmm.

The mature dragoness giggled like a schoolgirl. Had she always showed this much of her cunt through her panties? She couldn't tell, after all, it's been at least a decade since she'd dated last. All her good lingerie had just languished in her drawers all this time. Ages had passed since the last time a ravenous male had torn underwear straight off her crotch. It was high time they got one last hurrah.

Oh yes, Isshra had no doubts that this would be her last fuck. If she was younger, and Velroth a bit older, she might have just added him to her long list of dead boytoys, but he was in his prime. At that age, fresh, eager studs were practically immortal in the bedroom. They could fuck their way through a sorority and ask for more.

He couldn't be long now, school had already ended after all. She picked up her phone from her nightstand and texted her daughter who was working late, the last of her kids still alive. "I made pizza that should be enough for lunch tomorrow. I've got a guy over in the meantime. Bye." Just as she finished the message, she heard a knock from the door downstairs. "Come in, it's unlocked!" she shouted, giddy with excitement about her final suitor arriving.

T: Veloth nervously entered the vestibule of the house. He wasn't sure what to make of his teacher's cheerful call. As soon as he stepped inside he took a deep breath to calm himself, heart racing. What he hadn't expected was for his nostrils to be immediately filled with the virile scent of dragoness in need! It reeked of pheromones, and he immediately adjusted his pants, sheath throbbing from the heated mixture clouding his senses.

It was easy enough to follow the spicy scent in the air to the source. And as a horny stud in his prime, that delicious alluring scent brought him right to her waiting form. It was the second time this week his jaw dropped. Rounding the corner and immediately scanning his eyes over her laid back form.

The sports suits she wore at school had hid the maternal deity underneath. Without her usual attire, he soaked up every curve of her light blue scaly hide, offered up for his eyes to feast upon. And her new scantily clad wardrobe served to frame every part of her that a randy teen like him fantasized over.

Even to get a peak of such a view he'd hide under the bleachers of the girl's cheer team, trying to glance an upskirt shot of some cameltoe. But here she was, barely concealing her modesty! He could make out every fine detail of her panty packed folds, bulging obscenely in protest of what they held back. And that wasn't the only thing straining to contain it's endowment. Veloth practically drooled over the landscape of bountiful, black silk clad udder. Then his eyes lit up seeing her fully exposed plump swollen teats, throbbing oh so gently with each of her heartbeats.

He managed to wrestle his view from her tantalizing lingerie, only to gaze over her form once again surveying it muzzle to tail-tip. Sure she had a good layer of egg fat adorning her hips, and a pudgy lower tummy, but it only served to complement her absolutely massive undercarriage. Together the look cemented his initial perception of her. She truly was a goddess of fertility.

Managing to stop gawking at the beauty before him, he finally found his words. "Hello Ms. Isshra. You seem a bit... underdressed for this student teacher conference. I'll take it... I'm not in trouble?" He flashed an anxious smile as he said that last bit, trying to suss out what her intentions were. Was this some kind of test? Further blackmailing him into a corner?

P: She smirked. The boy was quite visibly torn between worry and horny, both of which she greatly enjoyed seeing in a male. Worry because they were aware they might very well die. Horny because they didn't really care. "That depends~" she mused. "As I see it, you're still in trouble right now. Because you're wearing pants. Once you resolve that...I might be willing to reconsider..." She clicked her lids at him.

"I also couldn't help but notice your...interest in certain parts of that girl yesterday." she continued. "Understandable for a boy your age, I myself had quite a few suitors interested in my parts." She leveled her gaze at him. "None of them made it out of this room." She saw his Adam's apple bounce as he swallowed hard.

"None of them backed down from my...invitation though. And I know you won't either. Not while I got this-" the dragoness slapped her udder, causing the soft flesh to visibly wobble through her bra. No milk was leaking from her bare nips...yet. They just needed the right stimulation. "You can't touch it though!" His eyes widened, and his frills dropped. "Not as long as you're wearing pants at least. So, off with them!"

T: He wasn't going to have to be told twice. Not after that invitation! Veloth quickly undid his fly and wiggled his butt out of his pants. His constrained bulge flopping out heavily into view, freed from it's prison. Next came his shirt which he threw on the pile of discarded clothes, leaving the derg only in his birthday scales.

The pungent scent of dragoness in need still swirled in his nostrils, and it noticeably impacted the state of his sheath. After only just removing his pants, his freed balls hung fat and full in the open, and his meaty sheath was swelling up, cock tip pouring out as it slowly descended. His carnal need had been set alight, he needed a taste of those exposed tantalizing teats.

He didn't wait for her permission, not even sure if she could stop him if she wanted to, he'd followed her condition of no pants, so he pounced! He slammed his face into that silk clad, vast expanse of milk making mammaries. The warm pillowy flesh filled his vision as he took a deep breath and he dug his face in further, savoring every moment of the subtle nuances of her scent. This close he could even hear her milk slosh as his muzzle disturbed the otherwise unblemished sack of succulent silk supported udder.

Veloth began ravishing it, all this milk fat in his face unleashing a much more confident and lust driven beast. Both his claws grabbed handfuls of her soft pliable pillows. At this moment all he could think was that fantasies could become real, so he began motorboating those milk tanks with gusto. The wet juicy sound of vibrating milk flesh sent shivers up his spine, he NEEDED a taste of those teats.

Pulling his head up for air, he once again feasted on the full view of her massive udder. It was still mid wobble as he'd pulled back. "Ms. Isshra, I dare say you need help taking a load off. Having to lug this around all day must wear a lady down. No wonder your thighs are as thick as they are." His hand wandered to the leg draped over her udder, giving it a teasing grope. "You're practically a walking milk parlor." Testing his luck he gave her plush milk sack a slap with his own paw, sending waves across her expanse. "I'm going to help myself to a taste if you don't mind?" Greeted with silence and an expectant look on Isshra's face he got the message. She wanted this as much if not more than he did.

He did want to dig into her earlier comments though. "Do you think I'll walk out of here? Sounds like you've had more experienced snuffers walk through these doors. I just found out I can make a bitch bend over and snuff it by stuffing her with my cock. Do I get any tips as a novice? Isn't your passion to teach students and help them succeed in their endeavors? Well right now I want to snuff you like the bloated milk lugging slut you are. Then I'm going to use you however I please."

Just as he finished he clamped his muzzle onto the fattest, ripest teat in view. He slurped and suckled unashamed, and warm creamy sustenance came pouring forth. It tasted heavenly. As soon as it washed over his tastebuds his eyes were rolling back into his skull. The rich creamy excess setting him off further. God, she had so much to give, he used both paws to molest the current udder he was sucking dry and make sure it was giving him everything it had, making sure that creamy faucet didn't wane as he guzzled it down like a starving whelp.

P: Fuuuuck it had been way too long since she had someone latched to her teats. The ravenous appetite of a young man like Veloth was comparable to that of an insatiable hatchling! Now that her cork had been popped so to speak, her milk was flowing freely in torrential spews from her poor swollen nips. It was a small miracle he managed to guzzle all of what her top one had to give! The bottom one wasn't spewing nearly as much, but still pumped out gouts of white cream onto the bed. The sheets would be completely ruined, but Isshra didn't think she'd have to deal with that anyway.

Holy fuck he was rough! He'd taken as much of her milksack into his maw as he could, clamping down on it and supporting each suck with a pulling motion, dragging as much cream at once from her container as he could. She had to get her bearings for a moment before she could even formulate a response to his question. Poor, lumbering dragon-boy, all shy and blushy after offing his first girl, coming to the big bad mommy-drake for advice. Of course, he wasn't nearly as green with his instincts carrying him, even if he was new to this, but the picture was nevertheless amusing.

"I don't think you got to snuff-drakes in biology yet, no? I'll give a bit of a preview then." She was forced to hiss through her teeth for a moment as he clamped down on her even harder. "First, I need you to turn so I can see your cock" she said bluntly. He complied without stopping his draining of her teats for even a moment. Face to face with his rear, she couldn't help but admire his studhood. Strong, wicked barbs that would help usher a female to her end all the faster, throbbing in tandem with his rapid heartbeat. The constant stream of cloudy-white precum drooling from his cocktip, heralding the lethal productivity of his balls. Said balls, two round, fat cantaloupes, throbbing with the eagerness of youth, bottomless spooge tanks that would be able to kill female after female. She couldn't help herself.

The boy whined as she reached out with a paw to cradle his sack. "You've certainly got the right genes, no doubt about that. Your form is good too, Professor Vranth told me score on the track - quite impressive, show that same enthusiasm in bed, and the girls will die in droves."

"There is one other major thing you have to consider though - musk. You see, when a drake kicks it during sex, they exude special pheromones from their genitals. Those pheromones will settle in the nether regions of another drake, usually the one that snuffed them. That girl you did in in the showers yesterday? You probably haven't noticed, but you fucked her again out of pure instinct. Your body knows how to get the most pheromones out of a body, and it's like that for all snuffers, male and female."

She gently tugged on his balls as she continued. He whined again, louder this time. Those pheromones never go away, even after years, and make you more attractive for females - they are naturally drawn towards lethal studs. Females collect the pheromones of dead males the same way, though it doesn't have nearly as much of an effect. If you manage to accumulate enough, fuck enough limp bodies, you'll get to a point where you can off a female like that girl by simply having her huff your junk."

She curled her head forward and inhaled deeply. "Hmmm, yes, I can smell that girl on you still. It's faint but it's there." He whined again, loudly this time as his balls pulled taut in her grasp.

T: Veloth latched onto every word she said, educating him just on the intricacies of being a snuffer starting his journey. The future she painted for him was tantalizing, imagining standing over snuffed mounds of mates, racking up the most potent musk of his kind. But reality gripped him back into the present, balls practically bouncing in her grasp as she evaluated his potency.

He was much closer to cumming than he realized, his cock throbbing, thumping up against his stomach as he balls pulled against Ms. Issrah's grip, just spurning him on further. He distracted himself by just digging into her udder harder. Shoving as much of the succulent cream creating contents into his maw as he could. He slurped and sucked on its mass in his maw hard and yanked back, forcing her milk tank to gush into mouth, audibly gulping it down as he wrestled her bounty from between her hinds.

Suddenly she let go of his sack, him too on edge, too ravenously horny to contain himself. He gasped, releasing mouthfuls of mammary and moaning out. Veloth's cock throbbed and with a loud SMACK, slapped against his stomach and fired off a torrent of cum. His cockslit visibly bulged before unleashing the flood of seed that'd been brewing in his balls. It splattered all over her udder's bra, dousing the silky fabric with his virility, and surely ruining it. No way she'd be able to wash his scent from the delicate fabric after completely coating it with his essence.

In that moment he also realized his own mortality. She hadn't even touched his cock, yet he was spewing from just her words. Her experience was far beyond his naive upstart stud snuffing. He worried if he really would be able to survive this encounter. He wanted more than anything to secure his place as a prime snuffer, and adding her to his conquests would certainly set him on that track.

But also a part of him didn't mind falling to her graces. She was more than just a milf with the finest uddered he'd seen in his life. She emanated control of the situation, her calm, forward demeanor making him feel like putty in her paws. She knew what she wanted and to be snuffed by her didn't seem that bad. To get ridden by her ample haunches, milked for every drop he could possibly give, mind overloading as he succumbed to her will. At that thought, his cock lurched as an aftershock, throwing another rope of thick creamy seed to lace across the width of her udder.

He gasped in breath, regaining himself. He was still alive, and his youth gave him an edge on stamina and a quick recuperation time. A hands free orgasm wasn't going to bring him down that easily!

"That... that was intense. I've never came entirely paw free like that before. You're... amazing! I thought I was about to lose it entirely." He laughed, knowing how naive he sounded, exposing just how much of a snuffy virgin he was. But that didn't matter to him, he wasn't dead meat yet, and still had more to offer, "I think I've had my fill of your udder, but now I want the main course..."

He got behind her, eyes on the prize before him. "Fuck that's a plump cunt! How did you even fit it into these?" He said bluntly. Her panties bulged outward with a most prominent and angry looking cameltoe. The two clefts darkened in the center, visibly drenched through with her nectar. The entire thing was straining to contain the now even more swollen and aroused slit of his teacher. He could even see side-lip, her fatty folds pushing out from the edges, trying to escape.

"I have to know now, what is your musk like..."

He shoved his face up against the too tight fabric and huffed, the sodden material squishing as he nuzzled in. All those years and all those mates, condensed into one fine, sultry perfume. She'd racked up the body count and her own unique musk was like a finely aged wine. It was nuanced, subtle notes of different fragrances lingered on her folds from every one of those that had slumped over her back, failing to satisfy her.

"God you have a snuffable slit. I can't wait to pound this while you're a limp pile of fuck meat."

Her scent had filled his lungs and fired him up, a burning passion to be the one who brought her to her knees after so many others had tried and failed. It was time to enjoy the main course. He didn't even bother trying to tug the nearly glued on her mound material. Veloth grabbed a handful of the silken garment and yanked, ripping her panties right off her cleft.

His eyes widened as her pussy came into view. Freed from those cunt constricting confines, her pussy bloomed, thick swollen folds spilling outwards, practically inviting him to feast upon them. He didn't hesitate, sliding his tongue along her entire mound, lapping her juices from mons to tailbase. Swallowing up as much of her no longer damned up arousal as he could, gulping it down like he had her udder cream.

It was more than he'd hoped for, the slut he'd snuffed in the shower yesterday couldn't even compare to the fine dining the milfy dragoness' puss provided. It was rich and tangy, making his nostril's flare, further spurning him on, wanting to devour and sample every inch of her exquisite cunt.

His hands slipped down from her hips and each grabbed hold of a side of her voluptuous vag, spreading her labia open so he could thrust his tongue as deep as possible down into her clenching, rippling entrance. He let out a loud, lingering moan as his taste buds were saturated in her tunnel's seasoning. He took another huff of her musk and started tongue fucking her the best he could, his nimble oral appendage sliding in and out of her pleasure canal, an inexperienced but ravenous consumption of her cunt. He was lost in her twat, the rest of the world melting away as he made out with her muff.

P: It felt good getting some fresh air on her poor constrained twat, but it felt even better having Veloth dig in with youthful gusto. Way too much time had past since someone had fucking feasted on her like that - or since she had any real action downstairs at all. What the boy lacked in skill he made up for with enthusiasm - and a clear lack of self-preservation! He didn't seem to care about his own safety like so many men she'd brought into her bedroom, but rather just on getting his fill out of her - and getting something full into her.

She moaned out in honest pleasure as he raked the sides of his tongue through her sodden canal. Thick, textured, and long he dove in and scooped out as much nectar as he could - which she gave freely. Slimy strings connected her cunt to his muzzle, her depths producing juices faster than he could gobble up at once - not even her udder had managed that. A low growl emanated from his throat as he couldn't stand it any longer. Grabbing her ass for stability, he pulled himself up and lined his cock up with her drippy pussy.

As Isshra had expected, he didn't take it slow, not at all. With a SHLLRRRRK he shoved his fuckstick into her snuff-tunnel, barbs raking over the sides, better than a tongue ever could. The young dragon shoved his meaty rod into her as far as he could. His knot, half engorged at the base of his cock, ready to lock tight into a dead cunt was squelching between her pussy lips, not large enough for a tie yet. Her muff squelched Glsh Glsh with each full-hipped thrust of his, lips large enough to dimple under the force of his groin meeting hers. He grabbed onto her voluptuous hips for stability, hammering away with wild abandon.

Not wanting to make it too easy on him, Isshra squeezed her thighs together pleasantly squishing her udder and tightening her canal, clamping down on those lethally wonderful barbs of his. They dug deep into her inner walls, causing both of them to grunt in strain. The young stud was relentless, trying his best to keep his pace while their genitals fought for each millimeter of movement. A full-bodied shudder ran through her, and she grabbed a pillow, biting down into it as she mewled in pleasure.

T: "Fuck, you're making me work for this." He panted as he sawed his inches upon inches of fuck meat in and out of her clenching canal. "I thought that shower slut was tight, but you're really clamping down. You know that's only going to make my barbs dig into you harder? Or are you just trying to get yourself snuffed on 'em."

He threw his weight into every thrust, working her pussy open around his length. Despite his relative inexperience, he did have one technique he liked to think he perfected. At the apex of each thrust, Veloth flexed his hips forward, ass cheeks squeezing, sending an extra bit of momentum directed right down to his cock tip, resulting in a cervix punching finisher. He kept it up, feeling her spongy barrier kiss his cock slit with every frantic feral thrust. But kisses weren't enough, he wanted to make that stubborn egg barrier surrender, just like he hoped her body would also give out under his barrage of thrusts.

Veloth took a second to reposition, adjusting his grip on those fine, matronly haunches, bearing down and grabbing handfuls of her excess egg fat that still adorned those beautiful flanks. Now, when he thrust forward he could feel that cervix bow against his cock head, feel it straining against him as he really started bearing down on her love tunnel. Instead of light pecks on his tip, her cervix was giving him sloppy smooches each time he hilted himself against it. He even took a moment to grind into it, further mashing his groin into her sodden swollen folds.

It also made sure that his barbs were well positioned for every pull out, maximizing the damage he was doing to her endurance. Each time he yanked back, he could feel his nubs digging into her most tender, sensitive inner folds, catching on those quivering walls and raking them, sending shockwaves of sensation up her spine. Her pussy was fucking gripping him, her clenches locking herself onto his barbs and letting him absolutely fuck her egg chute raw. Each time he drug his barbed battering ram back to her silken vice of an entrance, he could see him tugging on her walls, pussy not wanting to let him go. Then he'd feed it all back to her in another squelchy thrust that sent backed up pre and her honey gushing from their messy union to further make a mess of the sheets.

He could tell he was doing a number on her, but also himself. Both their maws hung open gasping for breath, tongues drooling. He could feel that familiar tug in his loins as his pleasure was ramping up, again, worry creeping into his mind wondering if this might be his final orgasm. Would he end up just another one of her snuffy casualties, slumped over her flank, drooling down the side of her udder? He couldn't let that impact his performance though! He doubled down, increasing the speed of his bed shaking thrusts.

"You ready to be just another snuffy statistic teach? The way your pussy is squelching I don't know how much time you have left. Don't worry though, I won't just leave you after you kick it. I plan on staying with you for at least a couple more nights. I'm going to make use of every aspect of your fine fuckable body. Doesn't matter if you're limp, your cunt is gonna still be a nice cumdump for me to fill out and swell your womb up till you look pregnant. And that glossy muzzle of yours, I'm gonna love using your lips as my cum tissues. I'll make sure to give you a filling in all of your holes, your body isn't going to waste just because it's been fuck snuffed stiff. Now fucking cream yourself comatose on my cock!"

He slammed forward, pushing past her cervix, caving in that beaten down and defeated fleshy barrier. His eyes went cross. "Oh fuck..." he thought to himself, "Is this the end?" But the next moment he snapped back, balls lurching forward and slapping against the dragoness' flank with a nice meaty smack, sending ripples along her thighs! Veloth, unloaded himself, balls going into overtime, churning and pissing his seed down her pussy's tunnel right into her womb. He absolutely plastered her womb, painting her egg chamber white with his thick globs of cum, filling her up. Just as his load seemed to wane, another throb would send a fresh rope to its final destination. His cum vein would bulge and stretch out her hungry pussy's entrance with each new rope he had to give.

He huffed and slumped, still alive but drained for the moment, before finally sliding out of her comfy clenching canal. Seed came spilling in droves from her slightly gaped entrance. Was she still alive? He couldn't tell, not yet ready to get back to his feet and find out.

P: Isshras eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth clamping down on the pillow. Fuck, fuck fuck, FUUUUUCK! Her entire genital tract, from cunt to womb was afire with the strongest orgasm she had in years! Maybe even ever! How long had it been since someone had fucked through her cervix like that? It took her a good thirty seconds before she managed to spit out the chewed-up pillow and squealed like a girl getting fucked for the first time. Her thighs shivered as her pussy spat globs of cum back out in her nerve-wracking peak.

"Gyaaaah! Gwuaaaaah!"

Fuck she needed more! Get fucked dead! Fuuuuck, the way he was excited for it! She was already seeing herself limp and splayed out on the bed, nothing but a temporary fuck-toy for the young stud. Worthless meat, only good for him to clean his cock on - and once he was done with her, she'd be dumped in the trash like the used-up fleshlight that she was.

First, that fucker had to earn it though! Earn the right of turning her into his personal cock-sock. Picking herself up, she reared up on her hindlegs, towering over the boy lying on his back on her bed. He practically shrunk away under her presence, ears flat to his head - the concern was written plainly on his face. Was she going to take him for his final ride? It was so adorable seeing a guy torn between fear and lust like he was. His hard, throbbing cock clearly spoke of the latter - thick gunky cum clinging between his barbs.

Awkwardly waddling on two legs, she ripped her bra straight off, letting her mammaries freely clap between her thighs, before lining herself up with his ramrod of a cock.

Now it was her who was unable to go slow. As she sat her twat down on his cock, her unsteady legs gave out and she slammed down on his crotch with a resounding PLAP of her thighs hitting his, and her udder crashing down on his belly. He gave a hearty moan as he took his own sloppy seconds while she was silent - at first. GLRSH SPLSH SHLK came the sounds from their conjoined groins as she squirted the seed from his previous load right back out, creating a cummy film over his crotch. Her eyes had rolled back into her head as she came from the simple act of rapid penetration.

Only after a few seconds of her muff rippling and sucking on his member did she manage to get another sound out. "Guuuuuh! Urrrgh..." She wasn't dead yet, but at this pace, she would be very soon. A part of her was proud of herself that even in her advanced age, she had enough stamina left to give a young stud like Veloth a good workout.

With unsteady legs, she raised herself up until only the tip of the male's cock was inside her, then slammed back down. Another SQLCH of her pussy glazed their genitals as she squirted herself like a young schoolgirl and with a meaty SMACK her udder impacted against his underbelly, sending squirts of milk over his body, making even more of a mess of him. By the end of this, he'd be completely covered in sexual fluids at this rate.

It cost her quite a bit of effort to raise her ass again. His barbs seemed to grow even harder, trying to rake her vaginal walls even through all the fluids covering them. Her cervix fare no better, broken open repeatedly, making out with his cock. Her pussy was just in a constant state of orgasm, one peak hunting the next, melding into each other in a supremely fatal sensation. He amplified it even more by grabbing her teats, stabilizing himself as he started meeting her hips with thrusts of his own.

Isshra didn't even realize that he'd been building towards another peak, she just suddenly felt another warm glow bloom in her womb, and all her ongoing orgasms seemed to culminate into a single one. "Glwaaaah..." she drooled as her cunt was practically torn apart by a painfully intense orgasm. Staggering back, she slipped off his dick completely, legs quivering. "I-im sorry honey, mo-mommy thinks she needs a lit-little break..." Speaking seemed so hard. Her mind was starting to fail her, colorful dots flashing in front of her eyes. So this was how it felt to get snuffed...

And Veloth didn't look like he intended to give her a break.

T: It was like something had flipped inside Veloth. Despite being milked repeatedly by that clamping cunny, he felt ready to go again immediately. He suddenly had a second wind, energy surging through the young stud, seeing his moment to strike. Isshra wobbled, legs shaking, ragged breaths signalling her precarious position.

Without so much as a warning, Veloth spun Ishhra around, seeing her silly dazed expression, mind barely hanging in there, then shoved her over. She landed heavily on her back, udder flopping upwards with an equally impressive loud smack. She was his now, legs splayed to the sides, stunned expression clearly on the edge of what sensations she could endure.

Veloth's slime covered, rock hard fuck pole slammed into her well used pussy, easily bottoming out on his first thrust. He huffed dominantly into her barely coherent face, growling lightly. Hoping that maybe deep down, some part of her could hear him, claiming her body to be his snuff meat.

"I didn't know if I was going to make it. But now I know for certain. I'm a snuffer, and you were never going to get back out of this bed after you let me through that door. Your pussy was mine to pound, your muzzle mine to make you drool, and your body mine to snuff the life out of. Thanks Ms. Issrah, I'll never forget the lessons you taught me."

And with that, the randy derg grabbed as much of her exposed udder as he could stuff into his greedy paws. Wrenching the now much saggier, heavily drained milk sacks toward him as he ground his barbs into her the sloppy confines, raking them against the egg pushing muscles at the base of her cervix.

Then he went about finishing the job. Using her fat floppy udder as leverage, to drag himself back out of her erratically clenching pussy, then thrust it all back in while tugging those teats as he did, to slam with all his strength back up into her womb.

He jackhammered her sore, massively swollen muff, making each thrust wobble her excess udder he couldn't grope, and clap erratically against her stomach. Her pussy just couldn't stop making a mess either, an endless gushing geyser of her arousal squirting forth as he took his golden snuffy strokes inside of her.

Veloth gave a final slam forwards, mashing his crotch up against hers, sloppy mixed juices running down both their thighs, making sure his cock barged back into her womb for the finishing load. His balls drew taught, smacking against Issrah's tailbase as he dominantly lifted her ass up, using her udder as a handhold, making sure his entire load would effortlessly slosh and pool up at the back of her womb.

Veloth huffed through gritted teeth, "Thanks Ms. Issrah, and goodbye forever. Just know I'll be making use of you for some final extracurricular activities before I toss you for good." He leaned over, balls deep in her, cock refilling her womb, to give a final goodbye kiss on her lips.

P: Isshras impact on her back was thankfully cushioned by the soft bed, though she probably wouldn't have felt any discomfort either way. "Grlaaaah..." she babbled, her words not even reaching the drake destined to kill her. "Ffffff.....fuck me....fuck me dead...finish me...pleaaaaase...." The last word turned into a drawn out gurgling moan. Her entire body was growing numb, safe for that crystal-clear pleasure from her nethers.

It rent her mind and eroded her thoughts, her mental faculties falling victim to the deadly sensation one by one. Nevertheless, she was giddy like a schoolgirl during her first time. Was this how someone felt when they kicked it in the sack? She faintly remembered that whenever she'd snuffed someone, they seemed to be euphoric in their last moments, elated about kicking the bucket hilted inside a killer-cunt.

Now, it was the babbling MILFs turn to be nothing but fuckmeat. Her mind was growing increasingly unstable, neurons overloading and shutting down one by one, but she still knew one thing: She was happy about it. A snuffed slut didn't need a brain to think, she only needed to be warm and cuddly for her last stud.

At the edge of her failing consciousness, she felt something warm drive into her womb, and that warmth turned into heat, and that heat into a lance firing through her body and driving straight into her skull, and darkness followed. She didn't even feel Veroth licking her muzzle anymore as her skull slumped back, the light fading from her eyes. She gave one last choke as drool seeped from her muzzle, then she went limp.

Miss Isshra was dead, nothing more than a pliable, willing toy now.

T: Veloth pulled back, just in time to watch Issrah's face contort, eyes glazing over as her life was snuffed out entirely. All the grace, confidence, authority she previously held, reduced to a silly snuffed expression of drool leaking from her tongue flopped out maw. She had nothing left to say, he'd claimed her as his toy now, his to do with as he pleased.

He'd actually done it, the reality of the moment washing over him, savoring every detail of this accomplishment. She'd had countless snuffs under her cunt, but it was him, Veloth, who'd managed to finally bring the big milfy seductress down. And now, she was entirely at his disposal, splayed out limp, legs spread eagle and still drooling cum from her sloppy entrance, along with that alluring expressionless muzzle.

One thing was sure, she was still an absolute beauty even in death. Veloth let his hands roam freely, unrestricted access to his new toy's every curve. He settled on sliding his claws behind her head and lifting her neck up, giving her the sloppiest kiss to her unmoving limp lips. He shoved his tongue down her throat, savoring how easy it was to invade her body, use it as he pleased before slowly withdrawing, making sure he left plenty of his own saliva in her still drooling muzzle.

He gave a tug of his hips, surprised he didn't immediately pop free from her hold. Seemed like even in death she didn't want to let him go that easily. He could even feel the flutter of her folds, still grasping and milking, her mating instincts overriding her muscles even though her mind had shorted out. Seemed like her pussy was set on making sure it got every last drop. He had to get a hold and really yank, freeing his tie from her snuffed slit and letting out a sigh as he was released from those warm comforting confines.

He repositioned, standing over her muzzle and letting his still cum covered cock slap against her chin. "I'd been looking forward to this moment all night. I didn't think you'd be a drooling snuffed fleshlight though. That just makes it all the better."

He managed to line up his tip with her slightly agape jaw and shoved in, hissing in bliss, feeling the hot slimy warmth of her maw and throat enveloping his shaft. It took almost no effort to slide to the hilt, feeling his balls slap up against her faded out face. He gripped up on her throat, controlling the pressure on his cock. "Bet you never thought a male would be using you like this. Just a cocksleeve with all sorts of different textures. Just something to dump a load in and throw away."

Veloth eagerly humped away at her face, balls wetly smacking with each thrust while her face stayed expressionless as he simply used it. After a while he switched to using her face like he would a toy, pulling it back then shoving it back down to his cock base. "The best thing about snuffed sluts, they can't even gag. You just take it all."

He'd never imagined he'd actually see his fantasies come true, and that alone was too euphoric, the dragon stud coming once again, just as he slammed his former teacher's throat back down flush to his sheath. A torrent of cum exploded from his shaft, his recuperation period seemingly shortening with every fresh load he released, his snuffy lineage kicking in. But since the poor gal couldn't swallow, the excessive spew backed up and came flooding from her nostrils. The thick creamy splooge poured forth from her nose like she was billowing cummy smoke, about to breath a geyser of fire... or in this case his gooey cum. It did add a nice coating on top of her muzzle, which just motivated him to pull out and fire his last couple of ropes over her face. Those eyes just rolled back, long faded, as he laced her pretty middle aged muzzle with his white creamy splooge, making sure to entirely glaze her.

Veloth took a deep breath, admiring his work, then simply let go of his hold of her neck, letting Issrah's face fall back into bed with a heavy flop. He was done with her muzzle and he still had a lot more of her he wanted to explore, specifically, the first thing that had drawn him like a moth to her flame.

He'd done a number on her udder, the formerly swollen and spilling forth sack of milky excess, now a floppy, well molested mass of fatty flesh laying there, still slightly leaking cream. Damn, she was still productive. Maybe if he waited long enough her udder might still have some cream in production for later. But for now, he rubbed his cock off, cleaning his cream coated shaft on her ample mammaries. The soft flesh was heavenly on his sensitive cock. "Maybe I'll keep you around an extra week just as my personal cum rag. Your udder just feels way too good cleaning my cock off."

Then Veloth's eyes widened! Just to the side of her fat milfy ass was the torn off panties he'd discarded. Perfect! They were still intact enough for Veloth to hold to his own nares and huff on. Issrah's scent was permanently saturated in the fabric, he could vividly make out her unique snuffy scent from her glorious history of ending males, clamped around their fleeting cocks. The perfect trophy to keep even after he'd had his fill of filling her body and dumped her off into a dumpster. He could always just reach for these and inhale, remembering every detail of this night's events.

He slumped up against Issrah's immobile form, tossing those torn panties to the side for later. He chuckled and grinned, wrapping his arms around her bulk and cuddling up against her milfy mass. "You make the perfect body-snuff-pillow." He groped her udder from behind, fondling her still nicely plump teats, making some more milk dribble out. "Sure know how to make a guy feel special spooning up to his snuff slut." He gave her a couple of smooches on the back of the neck, idly molesting her muff with his other hand.

He'd absolutely pumped her cunt with his cream, fingering her folds and feeling it copiously drool from her entrance, gumming up his claws. Letting go of her udder he trailed up her lower stomach, feeling a slight swell to her abdomen. Smiling to himself with pride, as he traced his claws around the bulge he'd made her swell with, all that cum he'd shotgun splooged up her womb with. He gave it a testing push, and immediately felt the flood of his sticky seed pour forth from her puss into his outstretched claw. He swirled it between his fingers and reached back up to her still slack jaw, offering his snuffy date a taste. "You never did get a chance to taste what I had to offer. Such a snuffy shame." He slid his cum coated claws into her mouth and finger fucked her maw, making her tongue flop about in between his digits. All while continuing to grind his swollen sheath and sack against her flank.

He was in absolute heaven, riding the snuffy high he'd claimed for himself this evening. Just him and his prized trophy of a hen.

CREEK! Veloth's muzzle swung around listening intently. Someone had just entered the front door and he could hear approaching footsteps. "Mom! You dead yet? I got back home early from practice. Or did you off another one? I want first dibs on riding his cock while huffing your puss. I want to know exactly what musk he added to your perfume."

Veloth's anxiety melted away, replaced with a growing smile. Oh, this was going to be a long night of after school extracurriculars.