A/N: Okay, so I lied. This will now be three parts long, as the ending of this chapter ends in a cliffhanger, and I'd rather not do that.

So part two! Here's where the squick feelings might occur for some people. I'm a bit surprised to see how many people viewed this story; I honestly didn't think many people would take a peek, haha.

If anyone wants to visualize size difference, the 'creature' (in my mind I see a (Western) dragon-esque creature, hence the title and because why not?) stands at about 10'ft tall on hindlegs; his human side reaches about Kinni's chin, who's about oh… 5'7ish… his village is full of short people, okay? u.u

Also I know in the summary I called Kinni a boy, but he's more like eighteen/nineteen, just to clarify. The 'creature's age is undetermined, but he's old. Like. Old-old.

I'm thinking about doing an "origin" chapter as well, detailing how the creature came to be. If I can get at least one person interested in that, it'll happen.

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Kinni barely had time to marvel at the atrocious beauty of the thing, from its bright golden scales to the powerful muscles strained in the reaching forelimbs, the head an intricate sculpture and tail a deadly weapon, before he was knocked off his feet and found himself sprawled on his belly.

Air rushed out of his lungs as the creature loomed over him, threatening to crush him with its massive weight. He braced his shoulders for the next strike, fingers curling into the strange ash in a futile attempt to hold onto something for comfort. With precision, the creature ripped through his cloak, exposing more of his tanned skin to its keen gaze.

Kinni kept still, not even flinching as hot breath fanned over his spine and up into his mussed hair, where it nudged his nape before using its rough serpentine tongue to sweep along the expanse of his back, as though grooming him to be devoured. It tickled but instead of making him laugh, Kinni waited grimly for the sharp pierce of its fanged teeth to plunge into his neck, for his sacrificial blood to cloud over into his vision as he died painfully.

But not wanting to give up its earlier pursuit, the creature pressed down with a large paw, holding him down as though to make sure he didn't get up and run off. Then, deliberately, it worked its way downward until it could slip its wet tongue between his bare cheeks, tasting and spreading him open. Kinni froze like a flushed out rabbit realizing its mistake, his hands now clenched into sooty fists. What was it doing? Why didn't it just finish him off already? Was it toying with him?

Kinni gulped.

Did it do this with all the sacrifices? The thought unnerved him, threading a cold chill up his pinned spine. This could have been his dear sister's fate. She would have been tainted before her death, her innocence forcibly taken from her by a beast. Oh how he was glad she didn't have to live through this horror. Naita deserved better, and Kinni was glad that she'd live the rest of her life believing that her brother died as a martyr, not as a man forced into submission. The realization gave him a small peace of mind.

Without warning, the tapered tip of the creature's tongue prodded at his entrance, gently pushing in against the tight ring of muscle. The heat in Kinni's belly returned tenfold. His hips shook with the primal instinct to move into the long slimy muscle, and as it carefully eased inside him, stretching and filling him with a curious wet heat, he let out a breathy moan. Upon hearing it, the creature pushed inside him faster until its scaly jaws brushed against his smooth rear, its wide nostrils patting his skin with measured breath.

The tongue had some flex to it and flicked inside the sacrifice like a slithering snake, brushing against a bundle of nerves that caused him to twitch and hastily bury his next moan into the crook of his arm. Tears of pleasure sprung to his eyes and blurred his already unstable vision, his cheeks blushed hotly as the beast grumbled low in its throat and began withdrawing, twisting its tongue inside him just to have him yearn for more.

Kinni couldn't deny that it felt good, really good, and understandably disgusting. But what could he do? Beg the gods for help? They were probably laughing at him without sympathy, his soul bound for eternity in damnation, never able to behold the pearly gates of paradise. What would his father think, his mother? He was raised to believe that their spirits would always watch over him until it was his time. Were they watching now? Bile rose to his throat but he held it in. There was nothing he could do.

The creature, oblivious to his doomed musings, withdrew and ran its coarse tongue over his puckered entrance before lowering its head to lap at his sac. At that, Kinni couldn't bear to hold out any longer. The lust was too powerful within him, and he squirmed fitfully under the firm grip of the paw, his throat constricting as a choked moan bubbled up from deep within, echoing about their hollow surroundings.

The pressure on his back abruptly disappeared, allowing him to arch like a cosseted kitten, his head leaning back and long dark hair brushing against his shoulders. The tongue wrapped about his balls, blanketing him with moist heat, as the nostrils pushed against his entrance, sniffing deeply. Kinni bit into his bottom lip and gave into a need to shyly buck into the soft soil, mindlessly praying for his parents to look away. The ashy ground yielded to his hard erection, the debris clinging to his sweaty skin in black spots. He wanted to cry for what he was doing, but he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. Lust claimed him and held him hostage, squeezing sound from his throat and pouring liquid heat into his belly. Truthfully, he'd never felt this way before. Though he was of age to be married, none of the village girls showed interest in him, and though he yearned it, the rogue warriors passing through on their way to the next fight weren't interested in a secret tryst with an inexperienced male. At times he wondered if he would ever know what it was like before he turned gray, and as the thought flitted through his muddled mind, he almost laughed.

At least, after the creature was done with him, he'd have finally completed his goal.

Slowly, Kinni dug his hands deeper into the dirt and shifted to his knees, the tatters of his robe falling uselessly around him; the creature followed his movements with a simple lift of its head, its belly still parallel to the ground. With claws as thick as his arm, the creature latched onto his quivering hips, its tongue releasing him long enough to slip back inside the crevice and ultimately his hole. Giving in to his full desires, Kinni drove himself back on that spry tongue, urging it in deeper and faster to get the highest pleasure. He was panting with exertion by the time he received a familiar flick against that special spot, making him see a rainbow of stars behind his lidded eyes.

"So… good…" he murmured, shame forcing his head to bow. Another press against that spot had him tensing up and choking on his words, his voice dry and hoarse, "Mm-more!"

But all too soon the beast stopped and withdrew from his sex-starved body, leaving Kinni to feel marginally pleased, his hole dripping with an abundant amount of saliva. Before he could blink back sweat to see what it was doing, the alternate form was back, kneeling behind him, warm, strong hands grasping securely to his unsteady hips.

A hard, wet object prodded at his entrance now, and Kinni realized with a jolt that it was an erect penis, this time hoping for penetration. He had firmly believed that the creature would take him in its terrible form, possibly ripping his insides asunder until he bled from the inside out. The mating would have killed him if the beast didn't tear him apart afterwards, and it would have been slow, painful, dreadful… why it chose its human form, Kinni couldn't begin to guess. Maybe it did have a shred of compassion left, a lasting impression of humanity, of mercy.

Not wanting him to have a chance to escape or change his mind, his tormentor quickly mounted him and dryly entered, opening Kinni in ways that he never dreamed possible. It initially hurt, he being too small and the other too big to make a compatible pairing, his lower half feeling as though he were burning alive, but the pleasure of their union softened the way he stiffed his posture, his eyes rolling up in wonder at its magnificent girth, so thick and fleshy that Kinni stumbled over his thoughts to thank the gods of debauchery that he'd been prepared for it.

But he wasn't prepared for the enthusiastic rutting.

The yellow eyed youth went to work with his mating at lightning speed, slamming their hips together with solid, teeth shattering pats that echoed sharply about the entire cave. Eyes pinching closed, Kinni focused on the way the other's manhood hungrily rammed against his favorite spot, that base bundle of nerves practically exploding from the over-stimulation. Sweating and full of primitive need, all Kinni could do was grunt and moan at the creature, asking for more roughness, begging for it, needing it again and again and again, if he would just get closer, if he'd angle himself just right, if he'd just claim him.

"Yes, right there," Kinni panted, his balls tingling with seed threatening to release at any second. Lean, muscular arms hugged him tight about the middle, their thighs pressed snugly together, and it delighted him to hear the other voice his pleasure over their sex and the way Kinni's body gripped him, his sounds strictly animalistic but endearing. Whether the creature could understand him or not, he continued with the assault, long talon nails leaving scarlet trails along his stomach and chest.

Humid breathing on the back of his neck should have made him weary, but he was too lost in the thrill to care, and when the creature lovingly licked the back of his exposed neck, he lost feeling in his arms and all but collapsed onto his front, panting heavily as his untouched arousal twitched, his inner muscles clamping down like a vice.

"I'm-" he stuttered but whatever he wanted to say faded into nothing as the creature used the new position to savagely thrust into his jut-out bottom, laying deeply into him with a tremendous roar, mad and desperate. He pushed into Kinni's pleasure centers like a possessive thing, plundering him of all he had left to give, until he abruptly filled him with a torrent of burning seed, strong hips roughly grinding into him. Kinni followed within mere moments, his inner muscles keeping them tied together as his saliva slicked balls emptied his pleasure into a satisfied puddle.

Dazed, he looked down at it, and watched with uncomprehending interest as the white was soon joined by red droplets. He waited for his mind to clear but his body, shuddering from too much blood loss caused by the other's scrabbling, swiftly shut down. His eyesight blurred out of focus, and before he knew what was happening, he promptly blacked out.