Quicky: Grand Finale

The sun was setting on the fairgrounds as the crowds jeered for blood.  Horses of all sizes watching two pairs of slender talons kick and flutter their last.  The two poor dragons whose long necks were stretched for their entertainment had already rolled back eyes.  Their erections half hidden by burlap loincloths, hinting at their airless lusts in bulged cloth and wet stains.  Tongues long and impressively drooling in the sun as their slender tails fluttered twitches at the end.  Their manes bunched around the rope’s lethal embrace, rubbing scales raw where it crushed their slender throats.

The two Magi Dragons put up a graceful little show in their short drops.  Eyes huge as their slender bodies squirmed helpless in front of the shouting crowd for a few long, futile moments.  But there was a second gallows that had been erected over the week.  Towering up to the height of the gallows bars of the platform.  Beams heavy and rough, promising someone quite unique to be broken on them.  A rope as fat as a stallion’s arm waited, the noose impressively fat in it’s lewd suggestions of who may fill it.

What had been a border dispute of two great houses had turned into not quite a war, but a simmering, brutal little conflict, both sides making a show of those captured.  And now a sign was being placed even as the two slender silver scaled dragons shook themselves still.  An appetizer for the main show.  “Behold, the Butcher of the Rhine”

A proud warhorse opened the doors to the nearby jail, holding a massive chain nearly as thick as his arms.  It soon came to tell that it was needed, as four more stallions came out struggling more thoroughly with smaller chains.  Each proud warhorse in graceful loincloths to show their sweaty forms and virility half erect for the crowds.  But they were all dwarfed by what they tugged out.

An emerald monster towering over them all, the massive crocolisk was glittering scales and rippling muscles.  Scars in dull stripes covered him, fresh wounds still half healed as he made the group of stallions work for each step he would make towards his noose.  Looking impassively at the crowd with one huge red eye, for a moment the jeers of the gathered crowd was cowed.  Even with his crocodilian snout chained shut, he gave a menacing glower that sent hair rising.  His body bare to the world, massive orbs swaying with each pounding step of his legs.  Perhaps in some ways to show off his grand body that would be broken this evening.

His four arms were chained behind him, rattling with the chains tied to them.  His massive tail threaded through them the base and tied to it, less he sweep the poor guards off their feet with that powerful appendage.  He moved with a measured slowness, showing his disdain for his captors and making them strain and sweat for every casual step he would make.

The noose soon swayed before his long neck, and where as the magi dragons squirmed and fought to keep their long necks from the rope’s embrace, he held his head high.  Impassive and emotionless, he’d not give these horses the sight of his clinging to life.  Their need to get a stepladder to fit his huge neck with the fat knot of the noose was victory enough.

The chains to lead him were unclasped once that knot was placed.  And instead there was a little bit of a tremble in the lead stallion’s motions.  Perhaps it was the sun gleaming on the potent scales and scars of the massive statue of muscle before them.  His patient, careful, controlled gaze ruining the pomp and circumstance.  Indeed, he didn’t even show an erection in fear, heavy slit sheath relaxed and casual, as if he wasn’t to be hanged.

The other four stallions were joined by two more, and sweat beaded up on them already.  The mountain of a crocolisk awaited, and the lead stallion found his erection lifting his loincloth fully as he dragged the ladder off.  Such a grand monster of a dragon to be put to death.  Ready and bound, taking deep, slow breaths to show no fear of his fate.  The stallion’s once grand thoughts of speech and insults turned to ash in his mouth as the crowd squirmed nervously.  

“We know why we’re here.  Hang him high.”

The half dozen stallions gripped the heavy knot handholds, leaned in, and tugged.  A grunt from the huge dragon as his throat squeezed.  The rope shifting up a little as knot gained purchase.  And a little grunt of a laugh, as the six stallions just got him onto lifting his huge legs taller.  A fat, purplish red tip poking free in massive girth from his slit as it blushed in response.

The stallons turned, and put their weight into it.  Another grunt, and the dragon heaved up half an inch.  His eye closing as his legs clenched and rippled.  A tense strain to not kick as claws made a small wriggle.. each one digging deep furrows in the grass with disturbing ease.  His fat penis half sliding out in reaction to the grip of rope around his fat neck.  Teasing his immense size to the gasps of the crowd.  Then finally with a shout and cry and help from the lead stallion, his bulk was lifted off the ground.  

The executioners worked quickly to tie and secure off their hanging crocolisk as their victim just gently swayed.  A small flick of huge feet felt for the ground.  Claws inches from the furrowed grand under them.  His tail wriggled in the bindings and clattered chains.  Chest flexing as his crushed throat ended his breathing.  His erection stiffly jumping to full erection.  Slimy purple and red, nearly two feet of heavy, twitching flesh.  Pulsing and throbbing with his powerful heartbeat.

There was a shout and gasp from the stallions, a finger crushed as the rope was tied off.  The rope creaked, wood groaning under the weight of their victim.  One stallion holding his hurt hand as they all turned to watch the crocolisk strangle in the dying sunlight of the evening.

That big head tossed and turned, swaying his barbel whiskers about as his tongue poked bulging from his bound snout.  A firm ripple and jerk of his body, and the rope creaked.  Rope lewdly compressing down as the huge dragon casually pushed himself to tighten the rope himself.  A last hlk~! escaped him from reflex.  And he shuddered as his arousal jerked, legs making a small kick here and there to wriggle his hips and ripple his exposed form.

Huge dribbles of pre poured from the fat slit of his as the dragon’s cheeks bulged subtly.  A darkening of color as he asphyxiated before the hypnotized crowd.  Everyone entranced by this massive display of virile strength, broken before them.  Four arms jerked and clanked chains as his tail writhed fitfully.  Big legs making a few kicks to twirl him as the burning ache of his strangling pounded in him. Drooling just as impressively from his broad snout as his one good eye clenched shut.  Struggling his best to struggle as little as possible and refuse his captors the frantic, desperate dance they expected.

The powerful grasp of rope wore at his scales, trickling red from under the rope’s rough embrace.  Eye’s clench turned to a steady close as massive webbed talons clenched up.  The crocolisk’s body tense from toe to snout, fighting the burning ache and pain as he hanged from his thick, long neck.  There was an airless response he couldn’t fight, as his erection lifted further.  A squirt of pre as that broad, spiny tip flared lewdly.  His making an awkward, half held thrust that made his whole body shudder and spasm.  He was at his end in many ways as all watching found themselves holding their breath.

The big crocolisk tossed his head a little, tilting it down and biting his bulging tongue.  A dribble of blood and drool leaking to the grass.  Eye clenched as his massive erection jumped once… twice… then a thick ribbon of seed splashed in the sunlight.  His body jerked and head slumped, as he gave out in that sudden wash of pleasure in his pain.  Eye half open, unfocused… but, smiling, a hint of a grin as his body thrashed in awkward,thrusting bucks.  Showing off his final, proud orgasm as he rippled like a fish on a line. His quivering, jerky motions awkward and uncontrolled in his unconscious shaking as the crowd gasped out and breathed once more.

There was a feeling of awkwardness as the imposing male shook and jerk.  His climax ending with that length dangling, just showing it’s impressive size more so between his legs.  Still half erect as his feet fluttered lazily.  The fight gone now, just the last struggles of a dying male with his throat crushed.  Many of the crowd finding their own laps wet with fearful lust as that huge crocolisk shook his last.

It took a long moment as the sun set to darkness before he stopped twitching fully.  Torches being lit to glitter flickering light on scales growing still.  His fat, slimy prick lifting a little, as if to mock the crowd’s lust for his blood.  A stench of cum, tinged with blood and drool, and of course, the stink of the crowd’s sweat and their own lust.  

All watching the still male and his broken body, as if he might come back for one more mocking of their lurid show, uncertain if it was OK to leave finally.
