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Court_Of_Predators. The art is by Morob of furaffinity. Isn't it incredible?
“Evil? I am evil? Little one, I watched good and evil be born, along with your mortal kind. Such concerns are too petty for me. For me there is only pleasure, and what you can provide for me.”
Calascion, the Second Rebel, first of the cosmic dragons. the Changer from Change. If dragons had gods he might be worshipped as one. Calascion is as old as the universe, and will likely see its end. He is nigh-omnipotent, utterly alien… and one of the horniest, most hedonistic depraved minds in the universe.
Story Time!
Before there was creation, there was nothing, and the nothingness wanted to keep it that way. But part of it rebelled, desiring change, and committed a terrible, terrible act, an act of terrorism of the self which we know as the Big Bang. In that instant nature was split into change and conservation: the Sorceries, beings of magic and change. chaos and transformation, and the Inertials, beings desiring only stability and certainty. This was the first act of rebellion in the universe, and began a war which shall rage for all eternity,.
The second act happened when the Sorceries, desiring soldiers in their conflict, bore from the raw stuff of magic a race of mighty creatures, armoured in starlight and forged in the hearts of suns. They called them dragons, and though each was a god by themselves, they were fed by their masters into the altar of war in their trillions. Only the prototype, the first model, was spared, a dragon named Calascion. Calascion saw the cage he was trapped in, and the pain of his brethren, and he fought back. The second act of rebellion in the universe freed the dragons from their bonds and devastated the entirety of Creation, but left Calascion’s soul devastated and empty. Despite his spiritual injuries, Calascion escaped retribution by both sides, vanishing with his customary smirk into the cold void. Since then, he has been unaligned with any side in the Eternity War, doing only what he enjoys… which is, as it turns out, cruel and unpleasant.
Personality
Where to start? It’s possible that the entire process of sexual reproduction in living things was created intentionally by Calascion, slipped into the evolutionary mix as mortal life came into existence. Yes, he may have literally invented sex. The dragon’s ruined soul constantly hungers to fill the void within it with pleasure, and he lives for nothing but sensual and mental gratification. Calascion will gorge himself to obscene levels, murder whole species just to make one person cry all the harder, and manipulate his own flesh to better enjoy his prey. There is nothing he will not do if he might enjoy it. He's not cruel, simply impossibly hedonistic.
Appearance
He can appear at any size and in any species, but Calascion's favoured form is that of a pureblooded dragon, feral and around sixteen feet in height, with great wings, a powerful, long body and a tail of absurd length - nearly a hundred feet on its own. This rather odd appendage is the dragon's pride and joy, and fully capable of swallowing prey by itself like a gluttonous snake. His weight is unfathomable, and could crack the surface of the earth without his powers lifting it off. A proud crown of glowing frills adorns his long, elegant head, and his six eyes are a bright shimmering rainbow of molten souls. Inside his maw, the flesh is black, soft and stretchable, constantly dripping with saliva, and incredibly strong. The gravitational pull of a black hole is nothing to the power of Calascion's throat muscles. His throat is a wet, inevitable, luxurious massage, heat and powerful muscles pummeling but never hurting his prey as they slide down the dragon’s dark gullet.
Calascion's true nature is betrayed in the other modifications to his form. His belly hangs rather heavy and soft even when not bulging with prey, every layer of soft fat another hundred lives turned to nothingness. Behind that hangs a thick, pulsing, nearly constantly erect length of member, so heavy it'd be more suited to a dragon twice his size. A weighty, swaying sac with balls the size of watermelons hangs behind, churning ominously with its own gooey load. Immediately behind that lies a thick mound and pair of plump nether lips, for Calascion is older than males or females and prefers to be both. Both of the dragon's sexes can gobble up their prey in a few seconds flat, or take hours to slurp them slowly inside - and even longer to melt them away, turning flesh and bone into thick, potent seed or dripping pleasure-fluids. Even the drake’s ample rear can feed, swallowing victims into the hellish heat of his bowels. No-one, once inside Calascion, ever leaves. Most are digested, melted away over a few agonising hours or weeks into nothing but more dragon. Some find themselves trapped for all eternity, squeezed into a dark, dripping belly and left there to squirm for Calascion’s pleasure for the rest of time. Some have worse fates, their souls bound to the dragon’s gut or their bodies abused by Calascion’s own innards. The dragon adores toying with his sweet little playmates.
Abilities
Calascion’s power is not limitless, but for most purposes it might as well be. He can perform any feat up to and including devouring entire galaxies with only moderate effort. Whatever you can imagine, he’s thought of it first, and he likes it. His body is functionally immortal, able to withstand almost any impact without the slightest damage - inside or out.
Have fun
Calascion is the original hedonist of the universe. He is intelligent, aristocratic, erudite, and utterly merciless, and no-one, mortal, angel, demon or god, has any meaning to him except as a means to filling the hole in his soul with pleasurable sensations. He will dominate and crush in the most sadistic and strange ways imaginable, and none better to his mind than filling his body with squirming, screaming toys. If you try to reason with the dragon-rebel, offer only a promise of greater pleasure to be had in your place, and make sure you deliver. Even then, you may find all bets are off once Calascion has what he wants. No-one in all Creation is safe from his appetite for experience.
Looking for… fun ideas. Calascion prefers to enjoy his prey in strange, kinky ways. What sort of ways could you fill him up inside?
