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Chapter 10 by SissyBoiToi1 SissyBoiToi1

Do you lick his penis?

No

"No?" he asks, turning his long neck back to face you. "NO?!?! You DARE defy Cambin the Red, Scourge of the Drowned Lands, Lord of the Skies, Slayer of the Serpent King?!?!"

As you scramble away in fear, he shoots a fireball over your head. "Get back here, little warrior! You started a job, now finish it!"

His thick tail swings back at you as you grab for your sword. It shows a surprising amount of dexterity, grabbing you by the throat. It chokes you, causing you to drop your sword. The tail yanks you back in close to Cambin, and slams your face against his thigh.

"You won't service my godly penis?" Cambin roared as you **** on both his musk and the tail on your throat. "Then you serve my asshole!" His tail moves you so your face is pressed into his musky, smelly asshole. "You better kiss it, boy, or I won't remove my tail."

As air becomes less and less available, your mouth is pressed inside of his hot, smelly hole, with your nose smashed into its equally smelly rim. Realizing he's **** you harder the longer you wait, you give his asshole a big, sloppy kiss.

The tail loosens its grip--slightly. Not enough.

After the gag reflex winds down, you kiss it again. Oh God, it's disgusting and hot--at least the heat fried off any pieces of waste.

"Lick it, too," he growls. You hear a small amount of pleasure in his voice--does he get off from rimming?

You stick out your tongue. It hurts a little, but you soon adjust to the heat. It tastes even more gross without the shields of your lips.

The next half hour is you alternating between kissing and licking his asshole as his tail loosens. You plant yourself, spreading your feet and putting your hands on his thighs. Horrifically, the taste becomes...well, not good, just not bad anymore.

You lose track of time, until Cambin moans, and you hear him launch a tidal wave of cum. Good thing you weren't on that side of things.

Cambin looks back, grinning wickedly. "You did good, John. I didn't even need to hold you there those last 10 minutes. Maybe I should take you with me as my permanent ass-****."

He flies off, and you collapse into his thick, warm cum-puddle. You lie there, trying to catch your breath in the thin mountain air.

After 10-20 minutes, you get up, soaked in cum. You see a waterfall nearby you could clean yourself in, or you think you see a cabin farther down the slope.

How do you clean yourself?

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