Condom disposal finished (Patreon)

Alt 1.: Original idea (Anon Comm~ someone really wanted to be used and disposed... how could I judge them~ ;)) Alt 2.: No panel alt, no disp

Alt 1.: Original idea (Anon Comm~ someone really wanted to be used and disposed... how could I judge them~ ;))Alt 2.: No panel alt, no disposal; (just stay inside my cum forever <3)Alt 3.: macro alt 1 for fun~ Alt 4.: what if I just dropped a HUGE condom on the city? Oopsie~ Alt 5.: and if my pre could flood the whole planet with me being more God-like? 💦 ;)Alt 6.: and how about a portal instead? Maybe more realistic? what you think? (Last notification I hope! 😜)Here you go a little story to follow up the original idea~ (May have some typos) But hope you guys like it!

The gym was quiet. Then came the sound.

Thoom.Thoom.Thoom.

Each step sent tremors through the walls. Dust shook from the lockers. The lights flickered slightly overhead.

Kurt had arrived~

Naked, enormous, his skin gleaming with sweat, the draconic man walked slowly through the corridors of his private domain. Steam rising faintly from the heat of his frame and his tail dragged behind him like a lazy serpent, his heavy breath the only sound beyond his steps.

He knew they were there. Kurt looked down at it with a half-lidded gaze — not disgusted, not amused. Just… detached.

At his feet, a crowd of micros, drawn from all corners. Some had come willingly. Eager. Kneeling in supplication, arms raised to the heavens that trembled above them. Others had no choice. Trapped. Swept up in the tide of bodies. And then there were those who had simply… wandered too close. Wrong time. Wrong place. No mercy.

Kurt looked down. No words. No expression. Just the weight of his presence.

He crouched low.

The entire room seemed to tilt with the motion of his body folding down. His hand — wide as a city block in comparison to them — hovered above the crowd, casting them in shadow. Then, it descended~ Smoothly and Inevitably.

Flesh closed around them like walls. Screams. Cries. Whispers of longing. All silenced in a single motion. The fingers came down and closed, gentle but absolute~ Feeling their tiny bodies squirming against that massive palm. A palm of their God.

He stood again and poured the collected mass into a condom. Dozens of micros inside, some clinging into the limp latex tube. The surface glistened, slick and narrow. They fell deeper and deeper, others already collapsing into one another, sliding into darkness, into heat, into the inevitability of being used.

Once the last micro was inside, then, with a slow breath, Kurt rolled it over his cock. Each thrust was a collapse of reality inside that sheath. The walls bent. Crushed. Squeezed. Some micros moaned as they were mashed against the pulsing shaft, praying through the latex. Others screamed, bodies contorted, lives being played as toys between one motion and the next.

It was hot. Wet. Trembling. “Mrrrr… FUCK! so damn good” ~  feeling them — grinding into that massive meat with every motion. He fucked harder. Deeper. Faster.

Until finally— Kurt’s roar shook the room. “FUUUCK!”

And inside the condom, everything was buried under a wave of thick, molten release.

There was no space left to breathe. No direction. No escape. Only heat. Only him. It almost felt like they had vanished~ but they were there~ all mixed with the dragonic seeds~-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(CW.: disposal)

Later.

Kurt stood above the toilet, holding the used condom between two fingers. Heavy. Spent. Still. Without a second thought, he let it fall.

Plop.

Inside, all was silent. The bodies, the devotion, the accidents — now drowned together, indistinguishable.

He flushed. The whirlpool sucked it down greedily, the latex vanishing, twisting, pulled away into the dark pipes below. Kurt closed the lid. Washed his hands. Glanced at his reflection in the mirror — expressionless, calm~ As if it was just a usual daily thing~

And as he left the room, the scent of sweat and power still lingered.

The world would forget them. But he wouldn’t. He simply wouldn’t care.