TITANS, MONSTERS, AND LEGENDS

DREAM BREAKER:

The young man’s silver armor glinted in the moonlight as he pulled his sword from the hissing dragon, from whose nostrils small plumes of smoke were still rising. The man was a hero in everyone’s eyes, and the residents of the nearby villages practically worshipped him. He licked the dragon’s blood from the blade of his sword, then sheathed it before turning his back on the dying beast and striding with determined steps away from the battlefield.

Miller strode past me with the steps of a hero, oblivious to the large man lurking in the shadows. Unnoticed, and maintaining a safe distance, I followed Miller to his stone dwelling, which the king himself had given him as a token of gratitude for protecting the village from dragons. It was no coincidence that Miller was the knight entrusted with this mission. A competition among the knights had been held for the position, which Miller won, in my opinion, in the most dishonorable way possible, by sabotaging my performance in the contest, which I narrowly lost to him. If it weren’t for Miller, the role of hero would belong to me. Tonight, I would right that wrong and claim my rightful place by eliminating Miller from the picture once and for all. The mere thought of it sent a tingling sensation between my legs as I arched my broad back and my hands balled into fists.

MILLER McDICK:

Ordinary. Routine and everyday life, consisting of simple tasks, repetitions, and familiar things. Gray ordinariness. This battle with the scaly creature was ordinary. This battle was unremarkable. This battle and over 200 more battles, I've already stopped counting them, were ordinary and unremarkable. I dealt with these winged beasts with ease. All the dragon species of these United Kingdoms were known to me 135 battles ago, all their tactics and abilities were known to me 89 battles ago... The battles presented me with no difficulties. The court mages easily tracked down the next dragons thanks to materials from slain relatives. I set out with already written scrolls of magic and magical artifacts aimed at the weaknesses of each creature. I spent only a short time in their lair; having identified my target, I dealt them a fatal blow and left. Time after time, the same thing. Every day, the same thing, from that very day...

I targeted all those amazing and graceful creatures, and I took them down one by one for awesome rewards, for the crowd's love, and a life without worries. All that became mine after that big win at the Knights' Competition. After I earned my spot in a fair tournament under a clear sky, with luck on my side, and with the king's approval... Every time I go home, I think about all of this. I remember that day and wonder: was it really worth it?

I opened the door. The magical barrier let me into my place. I checked out the stone walls of my house, they hadn't changed in ages. My family crest, a dragon with a sword through it, was hanging where it always does, next to a huge tapestry showing off my tournament wins, fighting dragons. The fireplace on the far wall was all set when it was lit. I drew some special symbols in the air, and the fireplace flashed a bright orange-yellow light. The heat filled the house in a flash. By drawing a couple more symbols in the air near the armor rack, I got rid of the silver enchanted with all sorts of protective spells. The armor sat quietly on the counter, while I, stretching my muscles, headed to a massive white oak bed. I looked at my naked body again, big and strong, all the battle wounds gone thanks to magic. And I haven't gotten a new one in a while. The day was ending, a new dawn was starting somewhere. I drew another short symbol in the air and my sword, my trusty buddy in every fight, floated over the bed, spinning counterclockwise. I closed my eyes and lay down on the bed. Without covering up, I dove into the dreamless abyss.

DREAM BREAKER:

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my unjust defeat, it’s to be patient and wait. Just like now. I’ll wait outside your door for a moment, then another, until the moon moves to the other side of the mountain peak. If the mages at court cast spells for you to use, the lost witches of the gloomy valley will prepare their own for me in exchange for a small fee: they just want my seed and collect it with tender hands and lips.

I put some green powder on my palm and blow it through the keyhole into your room, spreading it throughout the air. The door creaks open as I step next to your bed and watch your chest rise and fall peacefully as you sleep. A smile spreads across my face as I lower my hand onto the bulge rising from beneath the comfortable-looking blanket. I gently stroke it, feeling your masculine warmth radiating through the blanket and responding to my touch by stiffening.

MILLER McDICK:

I hadn't dreamed for many years. But my sleep was always deep. I'd fall into this abyss of nothingness completely. Gentle serenity and silence covered me like a soft blanket. So, I could sleep until the very first rays of dawn without even hearing a thing. I didn't need to. Protective spells protected my peace, and magical fire spread warmth throughout the room. I lowered the blanket to my waist and rolled over. My distinct muscles tensed and relaxed. Shadows played across my sculpted body. I slept a deep sleep.

But it wasn't just the royal mages who protected me. It was the Sword hanging in the air above my body. I got this Sword after winning the tournament. It's special. There's an invisible bond connecting it to me. The more I used it and sliced through scaly predators, the stronger our connection got. The Sword became a part of me, a part of my soul.

My chill flight through nothingness got cut short by a pulse from my Sword. It was a danger signal. What could've happened that someone needed to sneak into the hero's house and mess with his sleep? This was clearly not a normal break-in. A regular human wouldn't have gotten past the protective spells. Yet this one, standing right by my bed... What was he up to? The sensation was pleasant, my bulge had hardened and grown in size under the blanket. I couldn't get sidetracked. Anyone who came into the hero's house is a dead man... With a quick move, I lifted my hand. The Sword came right to me. Without missing a beat, I raised it and tossed back the blanket. Standing up on the bed, I got my Sword ready. It's like a living soul, making a big arc in the air above and behind me. Flames bounced off the blade. I finally opened my eyes to see the dead body in front of me. My totally black eyes checked out the room.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Careful, little knight. Someone could get hurt here", I chuckle as I watch you standing totally naked on your bed, your cock swinging from side to side, hard and heavy as you grab the sword, and point it at me with its tip. “I wasn't expecting you to have two swords,” I smile, looking at your cock, standing stiff between your legs. I quickly draw my own sword from my hip and raise it upright, clanging its metal blade against the side of your sword. “I’ve come to take what’s rightfully mine, what you took from me with your cunning.” My voice is low and serious; the smile has vanished from my face.

MILLER McDICK:

I calmly surveyed my surroundings. A formidable and imposing warrior stood before me. He was fast, since he managed to dodge my attack. Usually, none of the stupid thieves who bought a bunch of lockpicking spells survived the first blow. "Who are you anyway, big guy?" I struck the tip of your sword and slowly descended to the floor next to the fireplace. The shadows on my body showed my power in all its glory. "You must be from some backwoods. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." With a quick movement, I drew a symbol that makes your black leather armor fly off from your body. Without clothes, you would be less protected. Maybe something touched me then... just a little, like a tiny needle prick. Surprise, maybe... Your body was huge, strong, and very defined. And besides, between your strong legs, big cock stood like a rock. The sight was stunning. "Hmm... Never mind, it would be a shame to cut up such a body. You would be a valuable asset to the crown's service."

DREAM BREAKER:

“I'm impressed, young knight. Magic tricks? Spells? Don't you trust your own fighting skills?” I taunt you as I swing my hips, making my heavy cock swing in front of you, looking lustful. "You actually just did me a favor. This leather armor is really hard to take off. Now you’ve helped us take one step closer to my victory and to your destruction. But before that, I’ll take my reward,” I continue mockingly as I stare at your bubble butt. Suddenly, without any warning, my sword, radiating a black glow, slices a circle around you, and I step inside your protective circle. I slam the elbow of my sword-wielding arm hard into your chest, and as your body bends backward, my knee rises toward your heavily sagging balls.

MILLER McDICK:

That blow wasn't pleasant. Not just because it was so powerful, but also because you were able to land that attack and reach me. I'd long considered myself untouchable, but it only increased my pride, and I forgot all about caution. The unexpected attack threw me off balance, but my Sword tracked your next attack. I tensed my legs, and even though I was leaning back, I still managed to dodge. Thanks to my Sword. Your knee, however, still grazed my cock head. A surge of pleasure exploded at the tip and ran along the entire veiny shaft, and a little amount of pre flew onto your knee.

MILLER McDICK:

I stepped back a little and in the blink of an eye found myself behind your... your incredibly broad back. I thought: "This is definitely not an ordinary thief!" And I said: "You think you'll show off in front of me, talk some nonsense and be able to defeat me like this." Finishing the sentence, I was already flying in your direction. I tried to slip my hand through your wide-spread legs and grab you by your huge balls, so I could then lift you up.

DREAM BREAKER:

You don’t hesitate for a moment about where to direct your counterattack, and that comes as no surprise to me. I’ve seen you fight other enemies in bloody battles, as well as other knights in tournaments that sometimes turn brutal. You know where a man’s weakest spot is and how to exploit it in a one-on-one fight. I quickly shift my hips to the side, saving my balls at the last moment from your hand, which clamps down tightly on the head of my cock. But I feel more than just a powerful squeeze around the mushroom-shaped head of my cock. Vibrating waves emanate from your hand, quickly penetrating deep into the flesh of my cock and making it throb instantly. If you’d managed to grab my balls, you’d most likely have been able to weaken me enough to turn the situation to your advantage and perhaps easily defeat me after I was lying on the ground, my hands futilely trying to help my battered balls. Instead, I squirt precum onto your hand as I stumble backward a bit clumsily. I raise my arm into the air and slam my elbow into the top of your head, trying to make you loosen your grip and fall to your knees.

MILLER McDICK:

I let go my arms off of your thick cock head and pressed it to my head. 'Blood... it's been so long. I haven't seen my own blood in ages.' I couldn't believe you could wound me. No dragon had done that in so long. I pulled myself together and turned to you... "You're quite a warrior." Something was ringing in my head, and I felt something strange. I looked at you more closely. Your hard rock cock bounced. Massive, it was still dripping from my grab. Distantly, I started to see some familiar features in you. Your muscles and your face. Like I'd seen you somewhere, but everything was foggy. "Who are you and why are you here? Most don't survive the first attack, but you skillfully dodge my moves. I'll give you one more chance. Introduce yourself and I'll forget you broke into my home. I'll introduce you to the king. We need capable people like you. Don't blindly give in to anger and impale yourself on the tip of a sword!" I pointed my sword to the side as if to confirm my words.

DREAM BREAKER:

“Are you offering to work with me, young man? Don't you remember me, pretty knight?” I chuckle at your suggestion and wipe away the thin trickle of blood running down your face with my fingers as I look down at you, kneeling before me. “Hmm… tasty, I could definitely use more of this,” I chuckle as I push my finger into my mouth to feel the taste of your blood. The magical power emanating from your hand makes my cock throb eagerly in front of your face when, with a slow, determined motion, I move the tip of my sword to the base of your cock. “Let me remind you: we fought once some time ago, and you, you worm, you took victory from me using dirty, unfair tricks. Today I’ll set that right and take what’s rightfully mine, what belongs to me only"” I growl, pressing the blade of the sword a little deeper into your sensitive area. “If you want to keep your manhood before I snap your neck, throw down your weapon and surrender.”

MILLER McDICK:

A spark lit up my dark eyes. For a split second, the past was real again—and that one moment was all I needed to get it. I remembered you, our rivalry, and what I had to do because of it. But my face didn't show anything. Fire flared up in my heart like the second sun. "Well, it is only right that you are here. I understand your decision to come; defending one's honor befits a great warrior. I will not stand in your way. If it is a fight you want, a fight you shall have." With those words, I snapped my fingers, and the fire leapt from the hearth like a living, obedient pet. It rushed towards my hand and wrapped around me, and I pulled all that energy deep inside myself. I looked you in the eye one last time and winked. Then, flaring up like a supernova, I unleashed a massive, explosive wave of fire—a blast so powerful it shattered the very walls of the house. And then blew my house and all square around. I laughed aloud as I scanned the blazing landscape for you. "I know you’re still here somewhere—don't disappoint me my brave warrior!"

DREAM BREAKER:

The room collapses around us as flames surround me from all sides. I raise my sword, slicing through the flames, which are smothered by the black glow of the blade. “I’ve got a few magic tricks up my sleeve, too,” I chuckle as I suddenly appear in front of you. “But I don’t need spells for this,” I shout as I spin around and raise my leg to kick, aiming for the wrist of your sword-holding hand.

MILLER McDICK:

You totally survived my fiery trick. I expected nothing less from such a strong warrior. You've always been good, always played by the rules, been honest, and carried the light of justice on your broad, rounded shoulders. However, I see how the injustice of the past is eating away at you and preventing you from living in peace. Hmm, let's see, maybe tonight the justice you've sought for so long will finally fall into your lap. But first, to uncover it, we must collide, and i will challenge your strength. For the truth I hold deep in my broken soul.

I heard the crack of stone beneath my feet, and a large body burst out of the dust cloud, every muscle tense, hard and huge cock bounced. Great view. The next second, my Sword flies out of my hand and disappears in a cloud of smoke. Driven by the momentum of the blow to my arm, I spin around and kick you in the face, jumping back a few meters. Immediately I draw the symbol of return. My Sword, ringing and cutting through the air, flies out of the fiery debris and lands in my hand. "You will have to work hard to reclaim your stolen dignity and honor, warrior!" I didn't shout or raise my voice, standing a few meters away, yet you heard everything. "No meanness now, only skill and strength. And come on, I'll show you what the court mages taught me." The words "court mages" rolled off my tongue with a caustic note. I left the sword levitating next to me and spread my arms out to the sides, drawing ancient runes with my fingers. The air around me began to heat up, the haze turning fiery red. "Are you ready, my brave warrior?" I raised my hands to the sky, and all the fire, like a living beast, flew up, and then fell down on you in fiery balls creating hell on earth.

DREAM BREAKER:

I stand there watching as your hands trace something incomprehensible in the air, and soon after, all hell breaks loose as you hurl massive fireballs at me. Your foolish court mages may have helped you with their tricks, but I’m not coming empty-handed either. With my black, glowing sword, I draw a large circle in the air between us, and, as if from the void of the underworld, a massive black void appears before me, like a shield that swallows the fireballs, sending them back to hell. “If your soul is in agony, so will your body soon be, until I put an end to your pain forever. Your soul will suffer in the halls of the void for all eternity,” my voice booms like thunder.

Once again, I slice through the circle you’ve drawn with the tip of my sword and hurl my sword at you like a javelin. It lands with a thud, right between your legs, wobbling for a moment as I step inside your circle. My massive fist heads toward your sturdy jaw until I suddenly pull it back. My other hand is already on its way toward your midsection, trying to grab you by the balls. Every man’s strength lies in his seed; if a man cannot produce seed, his time of strength is over...once and for all.

MILLER McDICK:

I stepped to the side, so your attack on my big balls was unsuccessful. And then, with a sharp movement, I drove my knee straight into your jaw. With a deft movement, I found myself behind you. I grabbed you in a Nelson-like grip. My shaft lay right between your hot ass cheeks, my strong pectorals pressed against your broad back. I felt the heat from your skin, and this aroused me even more. I smiled at the feeling; I hadn't felt anything like this in a long time. Holding you in my grip, I commanded my sword to point its tip straight at your enormous chest, right at your heart. The sword absorbed the heat from the surroundings, heated up, and then began to move toward your chest, wanting to pierce it.

DREAM BREAKER:

I can feel your thickening, throbbing cock pressed tightly against my crack as you hold my body in a tight Full Nelson grip, using me as a target for your sword. It could all be over soon unless I quickly find a way out of this situation. I have no spells or magic tricks to save me from imminent death; I must rely solely on experience and fight. With a small sideways movement, I slide my left leg from behind your right ankle and between your legs. I raise my hand behind my neck as I lean forward slightly, pulling you backward while simultaneously striking my hand straight into your massive balls. Your sword hovers in the air, awaiting your command. I kick high, trying to deflect its tip away from me.

MILLER McDICK:

A wave of intense pain coursed through my body, like an electric discharge. I stepped aside. My shaft and big balls swayed from side to side. The Sword flew off not far from us, though it still remained levitating. I could control the Sword mentally, but when my thoughts are filled with pain in my balls, it's harder to control it. I shook my head, pushing the pain aside and gathering my strength back. Without further ado, I slammed my hard shoulder into you. I pushed you hard toward the Sword and commanded it from behind to aim its tip at your broad back. And while you were struggling, I performed another ritual with air. It pushed you with even greater force toward the red-hot sword.

DREAM BREAKER:

Once again, I find myself in a situation where I have no access to the power of spells. A sword approaches me menacingly from behind, while some invisible, immense force pushes me backward from my chest. I try to resist it, but its powerful magic is unbreakable. Instead of wasting time fighting it, I let it push me backward until I suddenly crouch down and feel the sword fly just a few inches above my head toward you. My massive hands slam into the ground, clenching sand and stones in my fists, as I spring back to my feet and hurl them into your eyes, trying to blind you as I charge toward you, bending my shoulders downward and trying to ram my broad shoulders into your chest, forcing you backward until you slam your back into the ruins of the collapsed wall behind you.

MILLER McDICK:

Grabbing my Sword, which had flown past you, carrying your strong scent with it, I swung it and deflected all the rocks and sand you'd thrown at my face. Your attempt to blind me failed, and I saw your next attack. I braced myself for the coming attack with my arms outstretched, testing you. I tensed my core muscles and reduced the shockwave, and my powerful back cushioned the impact with the wall, so I barely felt it. The instant after impact, I struck the back of your head with the hilt of my sword and, grabbing your head, forced you closer to my thick cock and sent my powerful knee into your face.

DREAM BREAKER:

The hard thick hilt of your sword hits my skull hard, dropping me down on one knee, my face almost buried against your thick hard cock and low-hanging heavy balls. I see from the corner of my eye how your knee is already on the way, approaching my face fast. You are good; you are very good, and not only because of all the spells and magic, but there's no doubt you are an experienced fighter. But then, so am I. I wrap both of my hands around your knee and I twist it sideways, guiding it away from my face, past my head. I move my other hand away from your knee—which I’d just guided aside—and a wicked grin appears on my face as I slide it between your legs, gripping your cock firmly. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? To feel my face against your manhood,” I chuckle as you pull your cock upward, leaving your heavy balls exposed. “I’m making your dream come true, my beautiful knight,” I laugh and slam my forehead hard against your exposed balls.

MILLER McDICK:

My body shuddered. I hadn't felt such a pleasant sensation coursing through me in a long time. My thick shaft pulsed more intensely. Warmth spread through me, and it wasn't the warmth of the surrounding fire or the heat of the air. It was the warmth of your hand... Images from the past, long forgotten and sunk into the abyss of oblivion, flashed before my eyes. In them, I saw you, long ago, before the tournament and before our fight in front of the royal retinue. You were training on the field with other warriors, and I watched from the sidelines. It was a sultry, sunny day, and yet I couldn't seem to approach you and express my admiration for your achievements. It was so long ago, before all... before all this...

It took less than a second for the memories to flash before my eyes. I hear you mocking and provoking me. But before I could respond with another sarcastic remark, a white light flashed before my eyes, and everything began to blur slightly. And the warmth gave way to an electric wave of pain. "Oh, you... bastard!" I cursed, but grabbed the back of your head and pushed your head between my powerful thighs. And then I crushed your head with my tree trunk quads like a vice.

DREAM BREAKER:

You are not giving up easily, just as I expected. If you did, you wouldn't be the silver knight. Your extremely strong thighs trap my head between them, squeezing it with one only purpose: crushing it like an overripe melon. And even though you're a bit smaller than me, I know you have enough strength in your thighs to carry out your plan. I take a firm hold of your things with both of my hands and find your nerve points with my fingertips that are sinking into your flesh. As soon as I feel your grip of my head loosening a bit, I move my face to look up, open my mouth, and let your big balls enter into my mouth, teabagging you. But my intention is not to cause you pleasure but obligate you to back off or lose your manhood for good. I close my mouth and take your sensitive male organs between my teeth. I don't need to use words; you will understand what your options are right now as I add some pressure on your trapped nuts.

MILLER McDICK:

And it happened again. A pleasant sensation. Your warm, wet lips enveloped my large sweaty balls. I felt your tongue, a slight shudder ran through my body. It was as if I had been hooked, caught on a bait, and pulled out of the abyss of nothingness. The darkness receded, and I again saw that bright day when I first saw you. I was there then, I gave you cold water. I was so close that I could feel your heat and strong scent, your body glistening in the scorching sun. What would have happened if I had been able to overcome myself and open my mouth...

The darkness didn't recede for long. I was back in reality, where the object of my affection and I were locked in mortal combat. "Don't even think about it!" I growled. Loosening my iron grip, I instantly slammed my strong fist into your face, and then again with another. I freed my balls, but you managed to scratch them with your fangs. Some drops of saliva fell on the burning ground. I took a step to the side and slammed my heel into your head.

DREAM BREAKER:

But before your heel lands on my head, my hands are already on their way to snap grab of your ankle and block your nasty attempt to stomp my head. With a strong hold, I twist your ankle, almost snapping it, as I slowly stand up, maintaining my grip on your foot. "You think I didn't see you then? Drooling after me, bringing fresh water to me as you "accidentally" touched my skin, rubbed your bulge against my thigh? I saw all that. And I am sure you "and that you jerked off yourself to sleep while dreaming about me. It's true, isn't it?" I mock you as I release finally your leg, standing in front of you. I take your cock in my hand and, with slow jerks, stroke it, pulling you closer to me to give you a kiss. "I am here, today, now. You want me?"

MILLER McDICK:

At that moment, I forgot everything instantly. It was as if a tsunami had washed over me. In response, I grabbed the back of your head, my fingers buried deep in your hair. My return kiss was hot and furious. As if I'd been locked away for ten years, I couldn't stop myself from the surging desires of the past. My tongue began to conquer your mouth, occasionally fending off your powerful tongue. How wonderful, our tongues clashed in incredible combinations, like two wrestlers in the thick of a fight. My shaft lay so comfortably in your huge palm. I began to move my pelvis in rhythm. The throbbing head of my hard cock touched your firm abs, sliding between the powerful, sweat-slicked bricks. I made a blissful sound, spilling a little pre onto your abs.

How long have I wanted to feel you close, your muscular, tall hero body... too long. I rubbed my hands all over your muscular frame and big guns of yours. Then I opened my eyes, filled with the bright flame of passion, lust, and desire that lurked deep within me. I broke our heated kiss with a loud, wet pop. "A long time ago, and always have... you're right as always!" With a sharp movement, I tore your hand from my wet shaft and found myself behind you. Grabbing both your hands and pinning them behind your back, I pinned you against the wall. My shaft settled between your huge, pumped buttocks. I leaned toward your ear and growled, "Our fight is in full swing, hero..."

DREAM BREAKER:

"Oh, you handsome silver knight, you powerful Miller. Can you feel how my body trembles when our skins are in contact? Can you hear my heart pounding in my chest as I smell your masculine scent, as I feel your flesh sword against my buttocks?" I whisper softly, tilting my head back, my arms sliding backward around your waist, clinging to your muscular ass. I rub my own glutes lightly but eagerly against your throbbing cock, taking its thick, leaking head between them, grinding it softly. “My knight, we mustn’t rush. We must live every magical second we have as if it were our last. Put your hands on my pecs, feel my heart,” I pant heavily.

MILLER McDICK:

"Fuck, yeah, my favorite muscle hero, I'm in no hurry..." I rhythmically thrust between your luscious, toned buttocks. "We still have plenty of time!" I whispered and bit your ear. Passionately biting your ear, I placed my hands on your huge, broad pectorals. I can tell they've definitely increased in size since that day. Damn, they're so big, they don't fit in my hand. Powerful and hard, I squeeze them hard, massage them, and play with the nipples. From the growing passion and lust, my body begins to heat up magicaly even more, and the air around us along with me. This makes it hard to breathe, and our bodies begin to sweat even more.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your flesh sword is dripping drops of precum between my ass cheeks, making it easier for me to use my muscular glutes to stimulate it even more. Your fingertips are playing with my nipples, making my body shiver in pleasure. I move my hands from your delicious buttocks back in front of my own body and place them on your hands that are still cupping my pecs. All of a sudden I grab a tight hold of your wrists, lift your hands out of my chest, and spread your arm as I swiftly turn around, facing you. Our cocks hit each other, like two swords in a duel. Being taller than you, your cock enters between my legs, rubbing the lower parts of my balls. I look at your eyes as I place my hands back onto your bubble butt, and pull you tighter against me, making your cock enter deeper between my thigs as I close them around your cock tightly.

MILLER McDICK:

Ah, that power dynamic. I moaned with pleasure. My shaft is insanely tightly squeezed between your enormous thighs. Instinctively, I began to move my hips. "Oh God..." How tightly your enormous muscles grip my shaft, even more pre began to flow. I began to flow non-stop. "Oh, my hero... why, I was so stupid not to come to your back then..." I grabbed your broad back with my hands. Massaging and rubbing your huge back, sweaty from the surging wave of heat, I explore every curve of this incredible relief. Your own shaft lies on my wet abs. From my movements, it rubs and jerks between my body and yours. I press against you so hard that your shaft lies between the bricks of our strong, muscular walls. My hand lies on the back of your head and I forcefully bite into your lips, drilling your mouth with my tongue. The heat increases, as if we are in the crater of a volcano. My thoughts were clouded by past desires, and the world once again took on vibrant colors. My attention was focused only on you, your massive cock rubbing between us, your enormous, imposing hero's body. I wanted it all. My attention had long since drifted away from my Sword, and it rested, stuck in a pile of rubble, far from our place of passion and lust.

DREAM BREAKER:

I start moving my hips back and forth in small motions as I squeeze your throbbing cock between my thick thighs. The upper part of your shaft rubs against and stimulates your heavy, low-hanging balls, making me gasp with pleasure. My hands squeeze your buttocks as I slide the fingers of my right hand between them until I gently touch your soft entrance, circling my fingertip around it. “Miller, you’re right. We should have done this a long time ago,” I moan as you bite my earlobe.

MILLER McDICK:

My cock twitched as you touched my hot spot. I moaned, and a slight shudder ran through my body. My shaft, already wet from your juices and your sweat, easily slipped from your grasp with a satisfying popping sound. I turned my broad back to you. My juicy, wet cheeks slammed against your giant, squeezing it tightly. I grabbed your buttocks with my hands and pulled your body closer to mine. "Yeah, closer... don't afraid of me..." I started playing with your naked sword.

DREAM BREAKER:

Feeling your strong fingers grabbing my muscular ass cheeks I moan into your ear as my flesh sword slides deeper into your deep crack between your beautiful buttocks. "Are you sure of this?", I whisper into your ear as I shove my hips further, making my cock slide deep into your crack, rubbing your entrance. "Tell me you want me inside , my shiny silver knight".

MILLER McDICK:

I moved even closer to you. My tight entrance rubbed against your wet and hot cock head. "Yes..." I exhaled deeply, slowly squeezing your ass. "I want to feel you inside me... My hero... I want it so badly... Always want..." In confirmation, I lightly pressed my entrance against your giant tool of pleasure. My hand then moved from your butt to your neck. I leaned you closer for a hot and lingering kiss.

DREAM BREAKER:

I seal my lips on yours as I thrust my cock all the way into your tight body until my cockhead hits your sweet point somewhere deep inside of you. My tongue enters into your mouth, wrestling with your tongue while my hand wraps around your waist. I take your thick sword into my hand, stroking it softly as I move my hips back and forth inside your tight canal. Your soft walls wrap around my shaft, moving rhythmically around it, pulling me closer to the edge. I moan into your mouth, spraying precum into your hungry ass. "What are you doing to me, knight?"

MILLER McDICK:

I moaned rhythmically and rolled my eyes deep in my skull. Just one move and your sweat hot balls landed on my buttocks? It made my body freeze in tension, all the muscles tensed up, stronger than ever before on a pump. And then I felt this pleasure. Your giant moved inside me rhythmically, stretching and pushing apart my tight walls to drill deeper. I felt every inch of your shaft. Enormous, veiny and strong. I squeezed my buttocks even tighter around your shaft, increasing the pressure. "Hero... yes... how wonderful it is..." Breathing rhythmically with your thrusts, I also moved to intensify the sensations. "Yes... that's it... exactly... don't stop..." My hands explored your body, squeezing your hips, sides, arms... "This is so wonderful... I want you to feel it too... my wonderful hero... This... symbol was taught to me even before our... meeting..." I exhaled loudly after we collided harshly once again. I placed my hand on your face and traced the symbol of exchange. "Now you will feel everything that I do..." After these words, I began to rhythmically move my hips fast. Fucking myself with your massive cock, smiling as I know you feel the same in your own ass. "Yeah... fuck... share it with me..."

DREAM BREAKER:

I moan in pleasure as I thrust my cock deeper in your ass, increasing my rhythm until I feel my cock throbbing inside you uncontrollably. I stroke your expanding, veiny cock all the time faster and faster making sure that you won´t cum, not yet at least. Then, suddenly, your soft walls move faster, pushing me over the edge. I sink my teeth into your shoulder and bite you hard as my cock shoots a thick load inside you, filling you with my warm man lava…and something more, something with a strong spell, as my body is almost convulsing against your back.

MILLER McDICK:

I felt a warmth spreading like a river deep inside me. I felt it with my whole being. An incomparable feeling, a hundred times better than slaying dragons. I didn't stop, continuing to suck every last drop of your juices out of you with my ass, everything you had stored away. "Oh, what's wrong... you can't be done already..." A note of disappointment crept into my voice. "I thought you could resist longer..." One last time, I sank to the very base of your shaft, swallowing the rest of your juice with my deep ass. I rolled off your shaft then with a gurgling, wet sound, turned to face you, and laughed... Your face in that moment was awesome to admired. However, there was no joy in my laughter... I took advantage of your temporary weakness and brought you to your knees. My wet, glistening shaft right in front of your face. "Hero... you're good... even too good..." My face twisted into a grin and I inserted my huge shaft into your mouth, just like you did before, into my passage.

DREAM BREAKER:

I am exhausted after breeding you but cannot be without smiling as I see your precum-soaked cock swinging in front of my eyes. I wrap my fingers around it and guide your cockhead between my lips and slowly slide it into my mouth. I feel your salty taste as I take it deeper into my warm, wet mouth. I wrap my other hand around your waist, grabbing your ass cheeks, feeling how my cum is leaking out from it as I begin to suck your cock. I smirk deep inside me when I feel your cock throbbing inside my wet cave. You close your eyes as you are reaching your edge.

I keep you close to me with my left hand while my right one is searching for something from the ground. As soon as my fingers wrap around the hilt of my sword, I pull it closer and keep on sucking your throbbing cock. You tilt your head back, and your breathing gets heavier. I know you are about to release your seed. I suck you harder until I feel your cock expanding in my mouth, and a second later you fill my mouth with your warm, abundant seed, your powers. I swallow all of it the best I can, filling my body with your knight seed.

I raise my sword, placing the blade of it on the base of your heavy testicles as I look you in the eyes. "My knight.. this could have ended differently." With a fast move, I twist my hand, sliding your sack and those heavy balls off from your body. I feel the taste of your blood mixed with your cum when you start to squirm and scream. But I haven't finished with you as I stab the black sword into your ass, stabbing it deep inside you.

MILLER McDICK:

The scream stuck in my throat, unable to escape. I froze, transfixed. A whirlwind of sensations and feelings tormented my insides. I could still feel my own seed pouring down my shaft. I could still feel the walls of your throat squeezing my still hard cock, tightly and securely. It evoked a pleasant range of emotions. However, another part of me was convulsing in agony. The sword cut me in my most sensitive places. Blood spurted uncontrollably from where my strong, loaded balls should have been, right onto your body. A powerful stream of blood flowed from my crack, enlarged many times over, running down your sword. Finally, after the pleasure subsided, the pain filled everything, and I screamed at the top of my lungs, loud and angry. My blood boiled and became hot, scalding like lava. My eyes blazed with a dead flame, and my body erupted in blue tongues of otherworldly fire. A feeling of frustration overwhelmed me, bursting forth like fiery energy. I couldn't believe what had happened, how my hero of the past had taken advantage of such passionate circumstances to strike a foul blow. I roared in anger, the energy of a hundred murdered by me dragon souls that rested in my heart giving me strength. I grabbed you by the hair and lifted you up. My touch scorched, but my fiery embrace would scorch you even more. Still blazing with otherworldly fire, like death welcoming a new soul, I grabbed you in a bear hug and squeezed you hard at the waist. My hot blood spurted, scorching your legs, and my flaming body burned your skin, your hair... melted your body and muscles.

DREAM BREAKER:

The souls of dragons shone in your disappointed eyes as my betrayal struck harder than the thrust of my sword. Your tight bear hug pressed me firmly against your blazing body as burning blood flowed from your wounds onto my feet. I felt my skin grow hot as my muscles bulged beneath it while you used your last ounce of strength, the power of those hundreds of dragon souls, to drag me with you into the void. But the witches of the Black Valley had warned me of this, and as I drank your seed, I also swallowed your power, the power of those slaughtered dragons, into myself. I fill my lungs with air, my pecs bouncing against you as my hand wraps around your hips and grips the hilt of my black sword, which is still thrust deep inside you. “Miller, my silver knight. Everything could have been different,” I whisper to you and thrust the sword deeper, through your stomach until the tip of the black blade splits your heart. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens as if to scream, but instead of a sound, a red stream flows from your mouth. I kiss your neck, feeling your heartbeat grow weaker and finally fade away as you go limp in my embrace.

MILLER McDICK:

Before I completely vanished, my eyes cleared of the darkness and shroud of nothingness. A faint smile of happiness touched my face. I turned my gaze into your eyes. It was as if I were saying thank you. I was happy for you that my great hero was able to overcome all difficulties and achieve victory. Now it is over; my torment will continue no longer. My body stopped burning. Starting from my feet, I slowly began to crumble, turning to ash. After a few seconds, my peaceful and grateful face crumbled along with my entire body. The fire around me died out along with me. The moon illuminated the ruined clearing with its pale, calming light. All that remained was the brightly burning Sword and the ruins of my home.

For a while, all you could hear was the wind howling in the deafening silence. A few minutes later, the Sword that was behind me shot out of the stone ruins and flew right at you. It glowed with a bright blue light. Then a voice spoke. "Hero... my beloved hero... you're here..." The voice sounded like the silver knight's, but it wasn't. "A part of the knight's soul was always here... his uncorrupted part... but it'll soon decay without outside help. I'll be quick, great hero..." The sword paused, then stuck into the ground. A pool of clear water formed under it. Ripples spread across the surface, and images started to show up in the water. "These are his memories... I'll show you... The king betrayed the people, wanting glory, power, and riches... He announced a tournament to find someone he could use to kill dragons and get their wealth and power... But the winner wasn't promised victory and glory, but slavery and oblivion in an endless cycle of killing and self-destruction... The sword you see in front of you, when you touch it, binds a person's soul and forces them to work for the king... but besides all this, that king wouldn't tell you... killing a dragon splits your soul into pieces... the more dragon souls you absorb, the more fragile yours becomes... the world loses its colors, memory gets weaker, emotions fade, and you become indifferent to everything around you... and you become the perfect tool for the king who wanted power... your humble loving knight, a simple thief at the time, learned this secret too late... there wasn't time to tell... so he used cleverness and cheating to sacrifice himself in the tournament.. to save his love..." The sword went quiet for a moment... as if time was coming to an end... and then in the knight's voice it said, "I love you... I've always loved you... everything really could've been different... please forgive me, my beloved hero..." The voice suddenly stopped as quickly as it started... there was silence.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your body crumbles into ash within my arms as a single tear slips down my cheek. Looking around the ruins, I spot a brass bowl among the wreckage. Dropping to my knees, I carefully gather your ashes into it. Your voice still echoes in my mind as I walk naked through the smoldering ruins toward my home, carrying what remains of you.

Your silver sword follows silently behind, suspended in the air, as though it no longer knows who its true bearer is.

When I reach my humble house, I place the bowl upon the table and pause for a moment, remembering your face. Then I raise my hand. The silver sword glides through the air and settles into my palm. With measured, steady steps, I approach the fire roaring in the hearth.

Taking my black sword in my other hand, I swing with all my strength and strike the silver blade at its hilt. The impact unleashes a thunderous crack that shakes the stone walls around me. Both enchanted swords shatter instantly, their fragments scattering across the floor.

I gather the broken pieces and cast them into the flames, watching as the fire consumes them.

When dawn arrives, I carry your ashes to the Valley of the Knights. There, beneath the branches of a great oak tree, I lay them to rest among the other knights who met death with courage and honor.

The spell is broken.

There are no dragon slayers anymore.

Published: 2026-08-10, viewed 111 times.