> [!danger] Extreme Content > This story contains descriptions of the following > * Death, in various forms > * Masculine dominance > * Feet > * Musk > [!info] Story Description > Azure Ebonwing can do many, many things to you. He’s chosen to entertain you by describing those things himself. > > For sake of this story, “you” are roughly human sized. Everything else is irrelevant. --- [Azure](https://e621.net/posts/2541329?q=azure_ebonwing)’s laughter rumbles through your body like thunder. “You want to know what I could do to you?” The blue-and-black-scaled dragon smirks down at you; his glowing white eyes pierce through your soul. “I’m well aware you can imagine it for yourself but you’d rather hear me say it in my own words. I cannot blame you for wanting to hear and *feel* my voice, little one. But I am feeling generous. I will explain everything you might desire.” The twenty-foot tall male sits on a one-story house; its roof strains under his weight. He leans back and crosses his ankles to display his black, bare soles. They’re wide, even for their size. The flesh has a sheen of sweat, slightly dimmed by the dirt accumulated on his sole. His feet have three toes, each about the size of your head. “My feet are more than you could handle, yet that is *precisely* why you and others like you fantasize about them. You would completely disappear if I stepped on you and pressed you into the dirt. I could use you as a doormat and mark you with my musk, something you’d doubtlessly wear with pride. If I’m feeling benevolent, I may allow you to worship them by massaging and sniffing them, but we both know that’s not why you’re here.” Azure uncrosses his feet and slams his left heel on the ground just in front of you. You can feel the steamy heat radiating from his firm skin. “Do you see just how big they are? I could order you to lick them clean, a task you’re doomed to fail, as a pretense to hurt you. A simple squeeze of my toes could break your limbs, one at a time. I could smother you just by resting my foot on you. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you? My foot pressing down, rubbing back and forth, occasionally permitting you a breath of my scent before you’re squeezed beneath me once more. And, of course, I could end you in far more dramatic fashion…” His foot moves to the side and violently stomps just a few inches from your side. An inch-deep footprint is a testament to his power. “Because you would love being crushed to death like a pathetic worm beneath a superior creature. There’d be nothing left but a mangled corpse for some other fool to masturbate to.” He scoots forward on his makeshift seat—an act that yanks shingles from the rooftop—and spreads his legs to expose his blue-skinned cock and black-skinned balls. His masculine musk wafts down and, seemingly, marks the very air that you breathe. “Are you worthy of touching my genitals? Perhaps not, though that honor is dangerous.” Azure’s balls are so massive he needs one hand to grab each of them. “Tea bagging you would be brutal. It’d be like a leather couch dropped on you, over and over, until you stop moving.” He lifts his balls to present his sweat-drenched taint. “I could choke you out in the swamp beneath my balls, where my sweat is the last thing you’d see, smell, or taste.” He drops his nuts; they slam heavily against the building’s side and cause the structure to crack. The dragon leans forward to give you a better view of his dick. “If I brought you to my cock—not that you have *any* reason to expect that privilege—there are so many more ways to break you. I could just slide you beneath it…” He lifts his cock with his right hand to reveal the crevice between his balls and gestures at it with his left, “And simply pin you in place until you are no more.” He drops his cock to showcase the force you’d be pinned with. Azure’s flaccid dick rests so heavily on his balls you doubt there’d be enough room for you in there. “Though getting me hard might save you from suffocation, don’t pretend that will earn you mercy.” He grabs his cock again and places his left hand palm side up beneath the head. “The harder I get…” Azure firmly slaps his cockhead against his palm. “The more it’s going to hurt when I smack you with it. My cock alone could destroy you. It could crush you into nothing more than cheap lube for me to jerk off with.” His left thumb hooks into his foreskin to reveal the black cockhead, glistening with residual fluids. “I could trap you in my foreskin and let you try to get free. I doubt you would, given that my heavy flesh would seal around you, but I’d be amused by your futile efforts. You’re such a musk-slut you’d probably be snorting whatever’s in there, no matter how dirty, wouldn’t you? Better breathe deep, because that air will become stale and cease to support you. And don’t both fantasizing about me drowning you in cum. You won’t live long enough for that.” Azure releases his cock and presents his left hand to you. Its thumb glistens with the accumulation beneath his foreskin. “Perhaps I should use my hands on you, maybe as a form of punishment for being overly fixated on my feet. You wouldn’t disappear in my hand entirely but that doesn’t make them any less deadly.” Azure curls his fingers into a tight fist before opening his hand once more. “I could rip you apart by grabbing your arms or legs and simply pulling until your body gave way. With a single finger and thumb I could break your arms or legs like they’re cheap toothpicks. Perhaps I’d lazily drum my fingers along your body and cause impacts that bruise you—or worse, depending on how hard I chose to hit you. And never forget that it’s how **I** choose to treat you,” He rumbles malevolently, “Once you offer yourself to me, you’re mine to use as I please.” The unapologetically masculine giant leans forward and places his right hand directly in your face. “If you were particularly dull, your head would fit neatly in my palm, as you can plainly see.” His skin is well cared for but that supple flesh just means it would conform to your face. “From there, I could smother or crush your skull at my discretion. Just imagine fingers slowly curling around your head and squeezing it like a stress ball. Would you feel yourself breaking? Or would your head give way so quickly that you’d never process the pain?” His hands quickly move away. He leans back slightly and places both hands behind his head. “Some fantasize about my armpits.” He flexes his arms back so his pits catch some sunlight. Despite the dragon’s smooth, firm, dark blue scales, there’s the unmistakable shine of sweat. “Though we know you’d never make a useful substitute for deodorant, you’d try anyway if I ordered you to do so. My stink would burn into your nostrils and tongue until you could smell and taste nothing else. I could grab you with my other hand and use you like a sweat rag. You’d have no hope of actually *cleaning* me. I’d simply be marking you as property. Your entire body would be raked against my wet scales, scratched in countless places, and the briny liquid coating your skin would cause every one of those wounds to burn like fire.” Azure raises his right arm further into the air to show the full expanse of the sweat-soaked pit. “If you become too vocal in protest…” Azure’s right arm steadily lowers until his elbow is pressed firmly against his side. “I could simply trap your head in there until you run out of air. I’d let you tap out, but only to allow you one tiny breath of my scent before stealing your oxygen again. You surely know better than to use your mouth to talk back to a dragon, though. There are far better uses for your tongue.” He tilts his head downward and yawns dramatically. It is not just an act of boredom (though you are indeed starting to bore him). It’s a presentation of his muzzle’s interior: a black, saliva-soaked abyss framed with white teeth. “A few have found their end in my stomach, you know. I rarely chew live prey, as I dislike the taste of blood, but you surely know that’s not a mercy. The crushing, acidic embrace within a dragon’s gut is a special form of hell that even the most hardcore vore fetishists would regret dreaming of.” An unexpectedly kind laugh pulls you out of whatever erotic daydreams you may have had. “If you were useful, I could reward you with extra time in my maw to worship my tongue and teeth. Would you be begging for mercy? Praising me for my power? Or would you be just a babbling mess scared out of your wits as primal fears of being eaten override the arousal you thought you’d receive? I hope it is the latter. Victims who realize their fate far too late to change it are the most satisfying.” The dragon stands to continue his monologue. “You’d fuel my body if you had the gruesome honor of being my prey. Perhaps you’d even be added to the muscles you once worshipped. Part of my pecs…” his hands trace the outline of his chest. “Or my arms…” he flexes his biceps. “Or even my legs.” He stomps forward and stands almost directly above you. “Every inch of my body deserves your attention. Every curve. Every muscle. Every scale. Are you *worthy* of touching all of those places? Perhaps not. That is my decision to make. But if I command you to lick or rub, you **will** do it. Immediately. Unquestioningly. I deserve everything you can give me; I deserve far more than you could hope to provide. Your efforts will be appreciated, of course, but they’ll be insufficient. At that point…” Azure curls his bicep again, but this time his upper and lower arm come tightly together. “I could be creative about how to end you, couldn’t I? It’s an impossible challenge: You would be pacing yourself for a marathon without an end. You cannot, and will not, win.” The ground shifts beneath your feet. Azure’s foot is closer though he hasn’t taken a step. “Even if you think you can handle me, in some small way, you can’t. I can grow until you can’t possibly keep up. While a particularly devoted creature might handle me at twenty feet tall, surely you cannot when I’m two hundred feet in size.” Azure’s voice becomes slightly deeper and louder as he grows, but it’s the increase in *resonance* that is most obvious. His voice forcefully rumbles through you as he passes thirty feet in height. “Though would you dare *ask* me to grow anyway and make your inevitable failure obvious from the start? Some don’t want to just be overwhelmed by my presence; they would rather my presence be the *only* thing they can perceive. Are you one of those creatures? Instead of being merely pinned by my body, would you rather disappear completely beneath a single toe? A single *scale?* I can become as large as you desire, but be careful what you wish for, slut. You *will* get it.” Azure, now forty feet tall, crouches above you. His body is like a moving hillside; you flinch from the avalanche of scaled muscle descending towards you. He laughs at your utterly predictable response. It is not a cruel laugh, but one of amusement at how easily he can spark primal fear. “I only have one rule for my playthings,” Azure declares. “While you can pleasure yourself as you see fit, you are not done until **I** am finished.” He leans forward so his cock nearly contacts your head, as if there was any ambiguity about his intentions. “So, little one…” Azure’s snout twists into a devious smile. “Shall we play? Leave now and I will not stop you. Stay and I will have no regard for your safety. Make your decision quickly or I shall make it for you.”