Chapter 785: 785. Even A Dragonkin Was Surprised Seeing My Size! (And I Predict Her First)**

Then, the breaking point arrived.

For a Dragonkin, a climax was not merely a human release; it was a biological eruption of essence. As her nerves finally surrendered to the electric overload, her body didn’t just pulse; it detonated.

KRA KOOOOOM!

A visible shockwave of golden, draconic energy rippled out from her core, a shimmering aura of heat and light that distorted the air around her. Her back arched so high it looked as if her spine would pierce the sky.

From her pussy, a torrential, steaming flood of nectar thick, glowing, and laced with golden sparks of magic erupted with the force of a geyser, drenching Rex’s hand and splashing onto the dirt in a rhythmic, pulsing spray.

SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Her scream was no longer a human sound; it was a draconic roar of pure, unadulterated release, a sound that echoed through the trees like thunder. Her eyes rolled completely back, showing only the brilliant, glowing gold of her inner essence.

The foam at her mouth bubbled violently as her entire nervous system went through a massive, ecstatic discharge.

She slumped back, her body twitching in the aftershocks of the explosion, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing gulps. "Haaaa... haaa... haaa..."

The golden light slowly faded, leaving her shivering, drenched in sweat and her own glowing essence, a broken, beautiful wreck in the mud.

Rex pulled his hand back, his fingers glistening with her shimmering, magical fluids. He looked down at her, a dark, satisfied grin spreading across his face.

She was broken, she was humiliated, and she was utterly, completely his.

"That’s it," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. "That’s the sound of a dragon dying... and a slave being born."

Rex let out a roar of laughter, a deep, booming sound that seemed to shake the very leaves from the trees. It wasn’t a laugh of joy but a laugh of absolute, predatory triumph.

He looked down at the shivering, broken heap of a woman, her skin still glowing faintly from the draconic discharge, and he felt a surge of pure, unadulterated dominance.

"Look at you!" he barked, wiping a smear of her golden, magical essence from his hand and flicking it onto her flushed cheek. "The great warrior, the pride of the Dragonkin, just detonated like a common firecracker!"

"You didn’t just cum, Ignivara; you spilled your very soul into the dirt like a spilled drink!"

He leaned over her, his massive shadow swallowing her whole, his eyes dancing with sadistic glee.

"A real dragon... a true beast of legend... when they climax, it’s a roar of power, a command of the heavens!" he mocked, his voice full of sarcasm. "But you...?"

"You just lay there, foaming at the mouth, twitching like a landed fish, leaking your magic into the mud for me to watch. You aren’t a dragon. You’re just a leaking, broken vessel of a woman."

Ignivara tried to respond, to spit a curse at him, but all that came out was a weak, wet gurgle. Her head was throbbing with a rhythmic, agonizing pulse.

The massive expenditure of her draconic essence had left her mind feeling hollowed out, a vast, echoing cavern where her thoughts felt heavy and sluggish.

’My head... it feels like it’s being split by a dull axe... everything is spinning...’

’Is this the price of such a vulgar release? To have my very mind clouded by the shame of it?’

A sharp, stabbing headache lanced through her temples, making her wince and squeeze her eyes shut. But as she tried to retreat into the darkness of her eyelids, a new sensation began to stir a sense of profound, primal dread.

As she squinted through the haze of her exhaustion, she saw Rex beginning to change. It wasn’t a physical transformation into a beast, but something far more unsettling.

His aura was shifting, thickening, becoming something dense, dark, and overwhelmingly masculine. The air around him seemed to vibrate with a different kind of energy, not the elemental chaos of wind or fire, but a heavy, pulsing heat that felt ancient and unstoppable.

He began to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops echoing like a death knell in the quiet forest.

Creak... slide...

Ignivara’s eyes widened, her pupils shrinking in terror. Through the fog of her headache and the lingering tremors in her limbs, she watched him.

He wasn’t just preparing to move; he was preparing to conquer. There was a predatory intent in his movements that made her blood run cold, even as her body, traitorously, began to react to the sheer, overwhelming masculinity radiating from him.

’Something is coming... something massive... something that will finish what the magic started...’

’Please, let me die before he does this... let the earth swallow me whole before he brings that... that weapon... upon me.’

She watched, paralyzed by a mixture of exhaustion and mounting dread, as he reached for the heavy fabric of his trousers. She could feel the presence of something immense, something that felt like it possessed its own gravitational pull.

It wasn’t a sword of steel or a blade of light, but it was a weapon of a different sort, one designed to pierce not just her flesh but the very core of her being.

Rex looked down at her, his gaze heavy and dark, a terrifying smirk playing on his lips as he prepared to reveal his true instrument of destruction.

"The play is almost over, Ignivara," he whispered, his voice a low, vibrating promise of total annihilation. "Now... it’s time for the real conquest."

With a slow, deliberate motion that felt like a countdown to her own execution, Rex gripped the fabric of his trousers and pulled.

As the heavy material fell away, the air itself seemed to displace, a sudden rush of heat radiating from the center of his loins. Ignivara, still reeling from the throbbing headache and the exhaustion of her draconic climax, forced her eyes open, expecting to see the familiar anatomy of a man.

What she saw instead froze the very blood in her veins.

It was not a human cock. It was a monstrous, pulsating pillar of dark, vein-riven muscle that seemed to defy the laws of biology.

It was colossal, wider than her wrist, and so long that it looked like a heavy, intimidating weapon of war. The skin was stretched tight over a massive, throbbing shaft, and the head was flared, dark, and intimidatingly large, glistening with a pre-cum that looked like liquid amber in the dim light.

"Gasp... HHHH..."

The sheer scale of it sent a physical shockwave through her entire body. It wasn’t just a visual impact; it was as if her very soul recognized a predator of a higher order.

It was larger, thicker, and more terrifying than anything a Dragonkin could ever produce. Even the legendary beasts of her kin, with their primal ferocity, didn’t possess anything of this sheer, overwhelming magnitude.

"What’s the matter, Ignivara?" Rex’s laughter erupted, a cruel, booming sound that mocked her stunned silence.

He stepped closer, the massive, heavy weight of his cock swaying slightly with each predatory step, a rhythmic movement that made her eyes dart helplessly. "You look like you’ve seen a god... Or maybe... you’ve just realized how small your world really is."

He leaned down, looming over her like a mountain of tanned muscle, his eyes burning with a sadistic delight as he watched her gaze remain locked on his member.

"Is it too big for you? Does it frighten you?" He chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest. "You’re staring at it like you’re hypnotized."

"Like you’ve forgotten how to breathe, how to think, how to even be a person..." Rex smirked. "You’re just a little girl staring at a monster."

Ignivara couldn’t look away. Her mind was spinning, the headache intensifying into a rhythmic pounding that synchronized with the pulsing of his shaft.

She felt a terrifying sense of vertigo, as if the world were tilting on its axis.

’It’s... it’s impossible... how can a human carry such a thing? It’s bigger than... it’s bigger than anything...’

’Is this my end? To be split in two by something so... so monstrously magnificent?’

"And don’t think about him," Rex sneered, his voice dropping into a low, venomous hiss as he saw the flicker of memory in her eyes. "Don’t you dare think about Zane."

"You remember how he was, don’t you? That little, pathetic boy."

"When he took your virginity, he was like a flickering candle compared to the sun."

"He was a mere toy, a tiny, insignificant prick that barely even touched the surface of your soul."

Ignivara was shocked hearing that. "How did you... how did you know that?!"

Rex laughed. "So it is true... he’s the first one, huh?"

Ignivara got another shock that she was tricked and too fast to say it. "F-fuck..."

"Hahaha... you stupid fucking dragon-bitch." He leaned even closer, his shadow completely eclipsing her.

"I already fucking know that Zane was a whisper, Ignivara."

"Better remember this... there’s not a single man in Erosyne that has a cock this fucking massive..." Rex grinned. "It’s all natural... and it’s a man’s dream to have this so that he could fuck every woman there is!"

"And again... this is..." He gestured toward his massive, throbbing cock. "This is a goddamn earthquake."

"That fucking pussy probably gave you a taste of life, but here I am... I’m going to give you a taste of existence."

"He was probably a boy playing at love, but me...? I am a king claiming his territory."