Hero Overwhelmed (Comm. Hisgardi) (Patreon)

He gagged as he awoke, pungent  seed sputtering from his throat and splattering into an already sizable pool gathering around his head. He'd blacked out long before the larger dragon came inside of him but now the thick, white fluid was all he could feel, filling his belly and erupting from his maw. His guts bulged grossly and he felt an unimaginable amount of pain coming from his now no doubt ruined and gaped asshole as the large member, finally satisfied, pulled out of Spyro's quivering, wimpering form. He was just barely clinging to consciousness, he could no longer feel his legs, he could barely breathe as his airway was flooded with each pump of the member that filled him...

...so then why did a part of him love it so much?