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h3. Qir Blows a Derg (cont.)
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And all of a sudden, his arms are gripped - and he's being pulled into a hug as the one that was just riding him flips over onto its back with him on top. It flips [i]him[/i] onto [i]his[/i] back, too, dizzying his already dizzy brain. His belly is exposed and his arms are still held tight in a slippery grip, and now the new Bubblreu is - oh, fuck, he doesn't like that look. Or - he [i]really[/i] likes that look.... But - he huffs and puffs and pants, trying to wriggle out of the  grasp of the first bubble dragon - but, gah - his legs can't push against anything because his toes, grabby as they are, can't grip against something as slick as a bubble! He feels the soapy surface all across the back side of his body as he squirms in vain - it's like he's trying to squirm against [i]air.[/i] And - oh, gods above - the other Bubblreu is getting closer. Looming in his vision.

He can't get out of this. He watches as - holy heck, a majestic leap -

[i]Bwoump![/i]

Qir is smushed against two giant bubbles. His head is pinned back against the first dragon's chest, and his headstrands are - being - [i]rolled between them as they start bouncing on each other -[/i]

Which is already almost too much!! His - fuck, his dick betrays his true feelings about this predicament as it leaks even more, smushed against his own belly by the bubble on top. Any and all movement - of which there is a [i]lot[/i] - makes him physically cringe and double over, trying to earn his sensitive member a break from the rubbing and the bouncing and the overstimulation. But his - ack - his arms are held back, still! And his feet can't flail anymore now that there's a[i]nother[/i] Bubblreu pinning them down! So he just - fuck - he just - squirms. It's all he can hecking do.

He feels sensation returning to his midsection right as the top bubble starts grinding against him just like the bottom one did when it was trying to slip him inside of it. He also... oh, no.

A slippery appendage slides quickly against his tail - slippery and bumpy and bouncy. He has no doubt that -

Qir lets out a little [i]eep![/i] as he feels a bubbly tailtip prod against his butt - then lets out a bit more explicit of an exclamation as that tailtip finds [i]his entrance.[/i] And before he can even begin to worry about how he hasn't warmed up, not even in a few days, or if the giant bubbledragon's tail is going to fit inside of him, he's stuffed [i]full.[/i]

And before he can even begin to process how incredible that feels, he feels his taper slip into another bubbly hole.

Qir breaks down. He can't handle the satisfying feeling of [i]every - hecking - single - one[/i] of the malleable bubblebeads stuffing his rump full. He can't handle the rubbing and intense smells being injected into him by the two Bubblreu' grinding against each other with him and his poor, poor headstrands between them. He can't handle the feeling of his whole body being compressed and squished and jiggled and slid between two glorious, soapy bellies. He can't handle his nigh-painfully sensitive cock being milked by a slick, tight hole he could never have even dreamed of. And - he can't even handle the [i]very idea of it all.[/i] The idea that he, a little salamander guy, is trapped between two enormous magical creatures that came out of a bubble bottle, completely unable to stop them from having their way with him. The idea that, even in such a nonsensical form as this, his giant dragon friend wants nothing more than for him to [i]cum.[/i]

So he does!

And immediately as he begins gushing his load into his rider, he begins to recall the torturous feeling of - oh, fuck, [i]please[/i] - abused sensitivity. And recalling quickly turns to experiencing.

Qir huffs and moans and jerks around as his prostate is squeezed - [i]milked[/i] - in a rhythm to match each pulse of his excruciatingly long orgasm. It feels like each spurt ejects more than a full climax would. Each bounce of the round, squishy body above makes him lose his mind with the utterly unfair feeling of [i]just enough friction[/i] to be [i]way too much[/i]. His vision swims as he flails and squirms to try to [i]get away.[/i] But the Bubblreu aren't stopping, continuing as if he wasn't cumming his brains out already. In fact, they - [i]Oh SPELLS.[/i]

The Bubblreu wrap their legs around each other... and [i]hug.[/i] The amount of raw smush his little amphibian body is being subjected to is far beyond any sensation he's ever felt. He was flailing - now, all of a sudden, he's not, because he physically can't move. Which is a panic-inducing feeling, but it's background noise compared to what else the Bubblreu are doing to him.

His entire body is in panic mode. He's completely helpless and he wants [i]out,[/i] and at the same time he's overloaded with lust. The adrenaline coursing through him is laced with something [i]electric,[/i] turning the full-body rub into a full-body orgasm. Everywhere is pleasure, all at once. And it's all being funneled into his midsection - distilled by an enormous, beady tail - and milked straight into the slipperiest of holes. Milked might be an understatement with how the Bubblreu that rides him is moving.

It's maddening. It's overload. It's not stopping.

Until, after multiple eternities, it does. Qir would never be able to guess how long he was held at the absolute peak of climax, but it doesn't matter; it's over. He feels his rider get up and jerks violently as his poor dick is plopped out of its hole. He breathes sharp, fresh air. He [i]feels[/i] how sharp the air is. It's like - it [i]bites[/i] at him - especially his taper, which is [i]still at full mast,[/i] somehow, causing him even more excruciating feelings. But at this point, the salamander can't even tell between discomfort and pleasure. He doesn't know how to feel [i]anything[/i] because all he's ever felt (at least, for the past few minutes) is overload.

So they let him go. And he - wait, they're not letting him go. His arms - they're still held tight. Qir squirms. But he's [i]way[/i] too tired to put any weight into the struggling. He's panting - his headstrands are curled slightly away from the Bubblreu's soapy chest, exposing to the air as much of themselves as possible to aid in his breathing. Somehow, he's not [i]nearly[/i] as dehydrated as he should be. The Bubblreu must be wet enough to not dry away his mucous coating. Or something like that.

Qir's mind wanders, but it's warped back into place once his vision starts working again and he sees another Bubblreu standing before him. For a moment, he registers it as the second one. But, no, it's a third.

They're not letting him go. He feels his legs being grabbed and spread apart. He feels his tailhole twitch and his cock throb with need. He sees the newest tormentor move in, brandishing a tongue even thicker than the tailbeads that were just inside of him. He's helpless. It's terrifying.

And so, [i]so[/i] fucking hot.

Qir lets out a whimper.

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