Unsacrificible
Disclaimer: The following story contains scenes of nonconsensual sex between an anthropomorphic character and a dragon. It also contains vore, cock vore, anal vore, stretching, and inflation. If such content does not appeal to you, or if you are under the legal age to view such content, leave immediately.
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Unsacrificible
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Elle glared up at the branch above her, her black tipped vulpine ears flattening against her orange furred skull in her frustration. She tugged again at the rope binding her uplifted arms to the branch, with as little success as her previous efforts. Her village was a harbor town, and its best sailors had tied the knots around her wrists. The branch she was leashed to rose farther from the ground as it grew out from the lonely maple tree's trunk, so there was no chance of her slipping the rope off the end of the branch. To make matters worse, the townsfolk had had a bright red dress tailored just for this occasion that was so revealing, Elle could barely move without risking exposing herself. The garment's narrow neck dipped past her navel and was loose enough that her breasts would likely fall out of it if she leaned very far in any direction. Completely backless, the crimson silk hoped behind her neck and covered as much of her front as it could with its narrow swathes before curving around her hips and tucking under the root of her tail, becoming a form-fitting skirt until it tapered into two narrow strips of cloth from mid-thigh to the ground, one in front of and the other behind her legs. Why the village had spent so much of its resources to buy a dress that was only going to be eaten was beyond Elle. Apparently dragons really liked the color red.
But if those thugs thought the threat of losing what modesty was left to her would keep the vixen from trying to escape, they clearly didn't know her. As soon as the males' tales disappeared behind a boulder as they climbed down the plateau, Elle leapt straight into the air, catching at the middle of the rope that bound her, walking her feet up the tree's trunk while the rest of her dangled beside it until she was able to wrap her calves around the base of the tree branch above her, and ranting the entire time about the village idiots who had come up with the brilliant sacrifice plan.
Two nights ago a trading vessel had disappeared off the coast near her village, and a lone survivor had washed up on shore spreading tales about a monstrous dragon descending on the ship out of the night sky and slaughtering his crew mates before ripping the ship in half. No sooner had the story reached the town's tavern than Elle was abducted on her way home for the evening, and now here she was, tied up on a cliff top with the tide crashing against its base to be fed to the murderous dragon so it would know the townsfolk's good will and leave them be.
Fat chance! The vixen shimmied up toward the end of the branch, her weight making it bow downward the farther from the trunk she crawled, and did her best to ignore the breeze against her unprotected nether regions. Hanging under the branch as she was, her red skirt hunched around her waist, only its front strip of silk hiding her crotch from view, flapping between her thighs and around her tail in the strong ocean wind. As soon as she escaped this tree, she could sneak back to her house, trade this stupid dress for something reasonable, and leave the town that for some reason so wanted to be rid of her.
There. She was close enough to the end of the branch that she could toss the looped length of rope past it. Having done that, she hung upside down by her legs and gauged the distance to the ground, glancing around to make certain no suspicious villager had stayed behind to keep tabs on her. When she faced forward again, she froze.
Elle was staring at the upside down visage of a huge dragon. Its blue scaled head, easily as large as her entire body, regarded her from only a foot away.
After a moment of blinking at each other, Elle crossed her arms defiantly in front of her, conveniently keeping gravity from pulling her breasts out from behind their thin silk armor. "What, this is it?" she sneered at the monster as it turned its head to level one hypnotizing yellow eye at her. "I thought they were feeding me to a dragon, not some chubby gecko."
Okay. Maybe she had some idea of why the villagers were so quick to tie her to this tree. "So what happened, was the real dragon too busy to do anything except send its malformed cousin to deal with me?"
From out of nowhere, the creature's long tail side-swiped Elle's branch at its base, effortlessly breaking it from the tree with a thunderous CRACK! and sending the vixen sprawling on the ground in front of the dragon. She stood slowly, smoothing her dress over her curves as best she could while getting her first good look at the dragon. In truth, it was beautiful, not at all chubby or soft like she'd jibed, but rather the most gracefully powerful being she'd ever seen. It was also enormous, its lithe, serpentine body almost as large as Elle's cabin, its huge wings and incredibly long, finned tail completing its embodiment of elegant lethality.
"All right, Quasimodo," the vixen growled, more to keep herself from whimpering in terror than anything else. "Show me what you've. . . ."
Her sentence was cut short when the dragon's head whipped down, swift as a bolt of lightning, and its open maw enveloped her. She screamed in fright, but otherwise did nothing as it raised its head and worked her toward the back of its mouth, certain she'd been bitten in half and that her mind just hadn't registered the pain yet. When she realized that her legs and tail were still intact and following the rest of her toward the black tunnel of the dragon's throat, she began thrashing about wildly, but couldn't stop its tongue from pushing her back into that hot, wet tightness. When her head was surrounded by that suffocating flesh, she did the only thing she could think of: She bit the back of the dragon's tongue under her face, clawing at the insides of its throat while her legs kicked uselessly in its mouth behind her. She bit down harder even as the dragon swallowed around her, and when her body was tugged into the creature's length throat, she took a torn chunk of its tongue down with her. The effect was instantaneous. The muscles that had just pulled the vixen toward the dragon's stomach pushed her up twice as enthusiastically as the beast gagged, and she shot out of its mouth, narrowly missing its fangs before crashing to the ground in a great puddle of dragon spit.
Elle gasped in much needed air while watching the dragon stomp in a circle before her, hacking and bellowing monstrous coughs. "Not so tough now, huh?" the haggard vixen wheezed, spitting out the chunk of tongue between her teeth. She got unsteadily to her feet and found that she'd landed almost on top of the branch the dragon had knocked from the maple tree. She picked up the eight foot stick and regarded the gagging dragon uncertainly. With it facing away from her she noticed that it was unarguably male, as evidenced by the enormous, pale blue scaled ball sack hanging between its hind legs, each testicle the size of a large watermelon. "Oh yeah," she said, hefting her heavy stick with her still bound hands and striding forward, breaking the thick strands of saliva that connected her drenched limbs to the puddle she'd landed in. "Now you're going to find out why the kind people who offered me to you call me Elle from Hell."
While the dragon continued to be distracted by the irritating pain in his throat, Elle gathered up her courage and charged his backside, swinging the stick like a war hammer. When it crashed against the backs of his testicles, it bounced back as though she'd struck a boulder, and though the scaled sack swung forward with her strike, Elle's entire body shook with the reverberating aftershocks of her attack.
The dragon froze and looked back at Elle over his shoulder, apparently stunned. Despite the sudden ache in her arms and shoulders, the vixen took the dragon's reaction as a sign that she'd hurt him and drew back for another swing, bracing herself this time for the solid impact. "That's right," she said as her stick hit the right side of the dragon's sack with a sound like a sledge hammer against granite, making the huge genitals shift a bit to the left before settling between his hind legs again. "Say goodbye to your future pups, lizard." She swung again, and again, and when the dragon's hind legs parted slightly, she assumed he was weakening, and continued to assault his balls as if they were unusually solid piñatas.
It wasn't until she grew too weary to more than lift the stick off the ground that she noticed the gigantic ebony penis extending nearly erect from the scaled sheath beyond the creature's testicles. She gaped at it with wide eyes for a long moment while the dragon regarded her curiously. "You were AROUSED by that?" she shouted up at him. Apparently all her efforts to injure the beast had amounted to no more than foreplay. Her eyes rose to the wrinkled indentation where the base of the dragon's thick tail met the back of his scrotum, then hefted her stick one more time and aimed it like a lance. "All right, you perverted newt, let's see how much you like having a log shoved up your - ack!"
Elle's sentence was cut off when, seeing what she intended, the dragon spun and knocked the stick out of her hands with a lightning quick swipe of his talon. The next instant he had the rope tied to the vixen's wrists in his grasp, and he effortlessly lifted her up in front of his face. He watched her kick and squirm in protest for some time until she finally wore herself out and slumped under her uplifted arms, glaring at him. "Try to eat me again, and I'll give your tongue another fork," she growled at him. He brought her inches away from his long muzzle, and her fur flared toward his nose with the power of his inhaled breath as he smelled her. He opened those deadly jaws.
But to Elle's surprise, he only took the front strip of her skirt between his hand sized fangs, tugging at it tentatively, yet firmly enough to jostle Elle's body and make the rope rasp around her wrists. The red dress had stopped hiding her modesty as soon as she'd bathed in the dragon's saliva, molding to her curves and becoming all but transparent, but becoming wet also made it harder to tear. Eventually the dragon's teeth just shredded the front flap of her skirt. Unperturbed, the creature raised his head and pressed his nose against the vixen's chest. She tensed when she felt the smoothness of his teeth raking down her stomach, but the fangs never broke her skin. Once past her belly button, a front tooth caught on the bottom of her dress's neckline, and he began nibbling on the fabric, his teeth acting like scissors, or garden shears, as he worked his way down her lower belly and thighs. Then, the front of the dress neatly sliced open, the dragon's long, forked tongue slithered underneath the garment around Elle's hips and bottom, wrapping tightly around her before pushing the ruined dress away from her body, forcing the fabric to part from her matted fur and flutter to the ground below her.
All this time Elle remained silent, as much because she couldn't think of anything useful to do or say as due to fear of a violent reaction from the creature whose teeth were in such a convenient position to disembowel her, but when his free talon wrapped around her naked midriff and carried her down his front toward his huge, exposed member, a few words did come to mind. "Oh, hell no," she said, and began squirming and kicking all over again.
No matter how she writhed in his grasp, though, the dragon's grip around her waist never faltered. Her thrashing foot pad connected with the side of his obsidian tip, making it say to the side. The penis's tip smacked against her knee on its rebound with all the gentleness of a falling tree, and she had to stop kicking that leg when pain lanced down to her toes.
The phallus's head crashed against the back of Elle's lowered tail, making a squelching noise as it pressed against the spit drenched fur and pushed the appendage forward between her thighs. The beast pulled her away for a moment, but only to shift his grip around her so that he could wedge one of his claws - his pinky, she supposed - between her round bottom and her lowered tail and effortlessly pry her tail away from her rump.
With her view blocked by the blue scaled fist, Elle couldn't see the dragon's penis as it approached again, and she yelped despite herself when its tapered tip crashed against her butt with a wet thump. The shaft came to a point at its urethra, and as the dragon pushed her back against it, that point was just able to wedge between the white inner slopes of her buttocks and press against her vaginal mound, but even that foremost extremity was too broad to part her folds. The urethra itself felt like a longer slit than the one in Elle's crotch. She gritted her teeth. If the dragon couldn't figure out that this wasn't going to work, she would just have to tell him.
And so she did. "You're too freaking huge, you retarded toad!" she shouted up toward the dragon's head.
He shifted, curling his neck down to peer at her unblinkingly with his head between his forelegs. She crossed her arms defiantly over the front edge of his scaled paw, which was trying to crush her full breasts into pulp. "What are you looking at, lizard? You need me to explain the details of your miscalculation? Put me down!"
Instead, he just flipped her over. Her ear tips glanced across his solid, pale blue belly in the instant before she was held lying with her back against his curled talons. Then something firm and hot thumped the crown of her head between her ears. When she looked up, that shiny, black, gargantuan penis was staring her in the face. "Oh, I get it. I have a big mouth, very funny. It's not THAT big!"
She couldn't make herself take her eyes off that draconic erection. When it suddenly bounced upward, responding to a muscle contracting excitedly within the dragon's loins, it dawned on her that in the position the dragon was holding her, he had an uninterrupted view between her legs. Indignantly, she squeezed her thighs together as well as she could with her legs dangling beyond the dragon's grasp. The front of her mound was still visible to him, but there wasn't much she could do about that.
"All right, you giant perv," she growled quietly. "Your dick's about to get more attention than it bargained for." She bared her teeth at the phallus, preparing to bite it once it came close enough.
Instead, it bit her.
Partially prehensile, the dragon's ebony penis leapt forward at a slight jab of his haunches, its urethral slit opening in the moment before it met Elle's snarl. Her muzzle sank straight into it until the black flesh smashed against her cheeks. Taken completely off guard, she flailed wildly at the erection that had muzzled her, punching its tip from every angle, her shock-widened eyes unable to see anything past the broad underside of the penis's head as she struggled, She could feel each blow her fists rained against it as an instant of pressure around her muzzle as it grew firmer, and she stopped swinging at it, instead planting her hands on the sloping tip in front of her cheeks and trying to push it away from her, to no avail. The urethra had a death grip on her snout, and her hands just slipped down the angled sides of the penis's tip, the black flesh slick with whatever juices it marinated in while waiting inside the dragon's scaly sheath.
Elle tried to open her mouth to bite the inside of the monstrous organ, but the hot flesh was clamping down too relentlessly around her muzzle. Holding her breath, it didn't take long for her to become dizzy, and once she'd weakened to the point that she couldn't even push her hands against the slippery erection, her arms falling limply down her sides, she decided to risk a breath, no matter how rank whatever little air inside the penis must be.
To her surprise, though, it wasn't rank at all. The draconic erection's breath was sharply spicy, like inhaling pure cinnamon, but it only burned a little as it filled her lungs. And blazes, but did it ever clear her sinuses!
Stink or no stink, though, whatever she was breathing wasn't oxygen, which her body still needed. Her lungs labored in an instinctive panic, trying to pull in as much air as they could, but there was nothing to inhale except the penis's cinnamon fumes.
While Elle suffocated, she felt something hot and slimy slide between her thighs, but she didn't have the energy to so much as twitch when one fork of the dragon's tongue squirmed into her vagina. It actually felt rather good until it met her hymen. She gasped a lungful of spiced air when it broke through unceremoniously, a jolt of hazy pain making both of her dangling legs kick outward and her tail bristle where it was pinned by the dragon's pinky against her back. Then the spear of muscle was sliding in and out of her while its twin, the other half of the forked tongue, further drenched her belly and thighs. She moaned into the dragon's urethra, dull pain blending into distant pleasure as his tongue worked its way deeper inside her.
Elle's right leg twitched once when the dragon's tongue bumped against her cervix, but dangled limply when it continued nudging her internal barrier at the end of its surprisingly gentle thrusts. Once it had tenderized her cervix for a minute or ten - she was beginning to lose her sense of time - it pushed slowly and relentlessly into her until her cervix opened around it. The invasion of her womb hurt a little in the vague way sensations were coming to her hazy mind now, but she felt a weak orgasm tremble through her loins around the thick muscle lodged within them.
After pushing in and out of her womb and tickling the back of the small chamber several times, the dragon withdrew its tongue completely, and Elle whimpered at the empty feeling it left behind. A moment later, though, she felt two slimy points of heat nudge her folds open again, and she was suddenly stretched far wider than she had been before. The dragon had shoved both halves of his tongue into Elle's vagina at once. It shouldn't have been possible, without ripping her in half. When he'd tried to eat her, the dragon's tongue had been wide enough to curl around her if he'd wanted it to, its twin forks as thick as her thighs where they joined.
But then, who could really say what was and wasn't possible? Certainly not Elle, with a penis engulfing her muzzle and breathing cinnamon into her nose.
When both halves of the tongue inside her reached her cervix and burrowed yet further, the vixen finally passed out.
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A spark of pain still throbbed on the back of Olis's tongue, but now, as his tongue's twin tips stretched out the critter's tiny womb, he was glad she had bitten him. He'd just been angry at first, of course, and had intended to bite the vixen's head off until she began flicking his nuts with her twig. Nothing except his own talons and muzzle had given attention to that part of his anatomy in so long, it had been easy to decide what to do with the noisy critter.
Perhaps it was a mistake. Performing this sort of magic on anything except another dragon was forbidden for good reason. Olis only knew about such magic because of how often his father had long ago used it to discipline him and his hatchmates. But the critter's insides were so delicious, warm and tight around his tongue, and her snout felt so good plugging his erection, he couldn't bring himself to stop.
Olis knew that his kind were somewhat unique in the way that dragon males took such pleasure from having the insides of their members filled and rubbed. It felt almost as good to him as humping into a welcoming mouth, vagina, or anus. Almost. He'd learned that other species weren't so fond of the sensation, though, when, as a hatchling, he'd wondered what the inside of a living horse's penis tasted like, since their outsides were so tender and juicy. The horse hadn't thanked him for what he'd intended as a gift of gratitude before eating the rest of the animal. Of course, it had tasted very good.
Not quite as good as the insides of the fuzzy critter he was holding now, though.
Bracing himself on three legs, Olin stood with his neck curled and his head upside down beneath his chest, his scaled muzzle a mere foot away from the vixen's parted thighs while his tongue explored her vaginal tunnel, stretching her entrance far wider than it would naturally go. With his head upside down, he had a very nice view of her plump haunches, the meatiest part of the critter's body. He found that his eyes were drawn to the base of her fluffy tail, and even though he knew he shouldn't admire this part of anything without scales as much as he was, the sight of that fur rimmed star of bare skin, contorted by the way Olis's tongue stretched the vagina so close above it, was making his phallus clamp down around the critter's muzzle with crushing force. It looked so tiny and delicate, just waiting for something to part it and fill the squishy, warm tunnels it protected. Those tunnels probably didn't taste very good, though. . . .
Olis moved his face closer to the critter's crotch, until his snout blocked his view of her tail hole. He was already breaking enough rules as it was. Granted, there would be no evidence once he finished playing with the vixen and ate her, but he still felt a little stab of guilt. His mother would have given him such a scolding.
When his nose bumped against the vixen's soft, fluffy bottom, Olis parted his jaws farther so that he could move her inside of his mouth, making it easier to swirl his tongue around her vaginal canal. Careful not to let his teeth cut her just yet, he closed his lips around her chest, his bottom lip flattening her lush breasts against her ribs. Letting his fourth paw lower to the ground, he held the little female balanced between his tongue, penis, and lips, her legs sticking out the corners of his mouth.
He considered the feet that were dangling beside his eyes. What he had in mind wasn't going to work with those legs sticking out like that. Maybe he should just bite them off. That would save him a great deal of trouble . . . but no. He wanted to feel those legs squirming in his belly when he was done with her, and they had to stay connected to the rest of her for that.
Olis carefully withdrew his mouth and tongue and held the drenched critter steady in his talon again while dipping his head and taking her soft foot pads between his lips. Pulling her feet up straight out in front of her so that her body was parallel with the ground, he began nibbling his lips up her calves, past her knees, and over her thighs. His fangs grazed her once or twice, but never hard enough to draw blood. Once he had her hips between his lips, he felt along her abdomen and groin with his tongue, tasting the supple skin beneath her matted down pelt. Her legs couldn't spread very far now that they were inside his mouth, but he managed to curl his tongue tightly enough to wedge it between her limp thighs. He found her little slit by taste, already returned to its natural size thanks to the fumes his member was feeding her, and pushed against it until it stretched to admit his curled tongue once again.
It was a pity the critter had passed out already. This would be really fun if she could struggle a little bit, but he knew better than to pull her muzzle from his urethra before her body was made ready.
He worked his way back into her body until he was stopped by her cervix, closed and healed as tight as new, and had to work it open all over again with gentle jabs of his tongue. Then he was pushing against the back of her tiny womb again. Then, with her legs safely in his mouth and out of the way, little feet brushing against the roof of his upside down pallet, he did what he'd originally intended to do.
When he pushed to two forks of his tongue more forcefully against the back of the critter's womb, the little chamber stretched around his tongue's tips. He pushed harder yet, and his tongue thrust deeper into her body, her womb stretching and conforming to his curled tongue's shape like a thin, tiny sheath until he felt himself bump the bottom of her stomach through her womb's flexible membrane.
This was the tricky part. Olis took more of the vixen's body into his mouth to give his tongue more control, sucking her in until his lower lip was shoving her breasts up toward her chin. Then, concentrating very carefully, he stabbed one tip of his tongue through both the back of her womb and the bottom of her stomach at once, at the same time flexing the muscle between his hind legs that generated his magical pheromones, making his penis twitch and giving her a concentrated dose of the fumes. For a moment while her body quaked around his tongue, Olis was afraid he'd missed his timing and that her organs would rupture completely, but when the critter settled, her stomach and womb had adhered to each other around the hole his tongue had punched between them, like a pair of bubbles touching each other that become one when their shared wall popped. The vixen would never be able to eat anything again, but she wasn't going to live long enough for that to be a problem.
Having finished the hard part of the critter's preparation successfully, Olis grinned around her legs and tail and wormed his tongue further yet through her body, following its progress with his lips. His tongue found the entrance to her gullet at the top of her stomach and stretched it wide enough to burrow through. He nibbled up to her armpits, then farther, his lips pushing her arms upward and making her limp hands slap against the sides of his erection in a most satisfying manner, while his tongue delved deeper into her throat. He could feel the critter's pelvic bone pinching his tongue where it stretched her entrance open, and her footpads were tickling the back of his mouth, begging to be swallowed, but he didn't have too much farther to go. He could feel her neck bulging impossibly wide around his tongue against his lower lip, her collarbones dislocating to make room for his long muscle. Then he took her head into his mouth slowly, luxuriating in the feeling of her big ears folding forward on her scalp as his upper lip passed over them, popping back up between his lip and his sharp fangs. Her fluffy cheeks vanished within his mouth, and in the next instant, he was kissing the tip of his solid erection, his lips pressing down hard around the hot flesh and making it, in turn, clamp down harder around the critter's muzzle.
Olis made himself relax enough for that muzzle to part as his tongue slid beyond her stretched throat and through her dainty little mouth, its girth pushing her jaws wide apart and sending a jolt of pleasure through the tip of his penis. Then his tongue passed between the critter's many tiny, sharp teeth into his urethra, and he murred deeply and loudly in pleasure, his eyes rolling up slightly in his head. Her feet and calves were pushing into his gullet now, and he allowed himself a careful swallow to move her into his throat up to her thighs while he dipped his mouth farther along his shaft, stopping halfway to his scaly sheath.
He paused for a moment and made himself look past his black length to the pale blue ball sack swinging between his hind legs. He sighed around critter and phallus alike. His genitals' small size was the reason he was so pent up. Each egg shaped nut was no bigger than a large watermelon! No respectable female would accept him as a mate when he was so poorly endowed. All of his brothers were larger than him in that regard, and his father's scrotum was as big as a pony. Granted, Olis was young, and had a great deal of growing yet to do, but with so many beautiful sisters and cousins, it was hard to be patient.
But he was distracting himself from the pleasure of the moment.
He extended his tongue through his penis's sensitive inner tunnel until it met the ring of muscle within its base that protected the entrances to his testicles and bladder. That contact alone nearly pushed him over the edge, the critter in his mouth all but forgotten. He really should swallow her and be done with it, now that she was unconscious and couldn't bite him, but he had worked too hard to prepare her for him to eat her without enjoying the fruits of his labor.
With an effort, Olis made himself slide his lips and tongue back over and inside his throbbing penis, making a delightful suction until his lips moved from his black tip to the vixen's head. He opened his jaws and let her slide out of his mouth, pulling his tongue swiftly through her insides until it left her vagina to collapse in on itself. As soon as his tongue freed itself of her tight confines, she swung down, her limp weight dangling from the muzzle still trapped inside his tight urethra. He laughed to himself at the sight and swung his haunches from side to side playfully, watching the unconscious critter sway in an arc back and forth below his belly. Her weight was tugging down on his erection, though, making it bend slightly, so he relaxed his urethra before it became uncomfortable and dropped the critter to the ground, where she lay in a crumpled heap.
He stepped back and watched the vixen for a full minute, waiting for her to stir. When she didn't move, he frowned in disappointment. He should have expected that so much trauma to her dainty little body would kill her, but he'd been hoping that his penis's breath would have the same effect on her as it did on young dragons.
Carefully grabbing one of her shins between two claws, he flipped her onto her back, her body making a squelching noise in the puddle of his spit forming around it. He admired the way her drenched fur conformed to every contour and crevice of her form, but kept hoping to see the little globes of her breasts rise with an inhaled breath.
When nothing happened, he reached down and nudged her soft chest gently with a talon's knuckle, then leapt back in delighted surprise when she began wheezing and hacking and writhing on the ground.
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Elle was awoken by a battering ram crushing her ribs.
She gasped a hoarse breath, then gagged on the tendril of thick, viscous saliva that clogged her throat and nostrils. Rolling onto her side and tucking her knees up to her chest, she spat the warm liquid out of her mouth and groaned in disgust. Had the dragon left her for dead? A shadow swooped over her face.
Nope.
There he was, looming above her, a big, stupid, reptilian grin parting his toothy maw.
Elle flopped back onto her back, her bushy tail lying straight between her legs, and glared up at that blue smile. "Is that all you've got?" she growled at it, but even as she said it, her hands lowered to comfort her vaginal mound. Every part of her body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder, but her amazement at finding her slit whole and unstretched overrode her soreness. The last thing she remembered was the dragon stuffing his tongue into her while his penis tried to swallow her head.
That huge tongue returned and knocked all other thoughts and concerns away from her, though, when the dragon lowered his face over her body and began lapping at her. The slimy muscle pummeled her mercilessly, slamming into her abdomen and grinding up her front to batter her breasts, making them bounce roughly up and down over her chest. She punched his nose when it lowered within reach, but if he felt it, he made now sign.
Elle tried to get to her feet, but every time she propped herself up onto her elbows, that enthusiastic tongue just knocked her onto her back again. "Give it a rest, will you!" she shouted up at him, and for a wonder, he pulled back, blinking down at her curiously.
"Ugh, finally," she muttered, and stood unsteadily, flicking and kicking thick streams of dragon spit off her hands and feet. "I'm through with this, you understand?" she told the huge reptile. "Through. You've gone and licked my virginity right out of me, so I'm no longer suitable for eating, right? Or for anything else you had in mind. I am all together . . . unsacrificible." She gave her hands one last, disgusted flick, flinging more saliva onto the ground with a splat, and spun on her heel.
She managed three disgruntled steps away from him before his teeth closed around her bushy tail, not hard enough to sever it, but more than firmly enough to lift her off the ground when he raised his head up. She dangled below his mouth, howling and flailing wildly in discomfort before he flicked his neck and tossed her straight up into the air. She almost peed in her fright as she tumbled weightlessly, seeing the dragon's huge mouth gaping open beneath her in brief flashes as she somersaulted down toward it. He caught her with flawless timing, his leathery lips closing around her waist before she could dive entirely into his maw. She grunted, feeling his slimy tongue against her shoulder blades and the back of her head as she stared helplessly at the roof of his narrow mouth. She kicked her feet and lashed her tail furiously outside the seal of his lips, pounding her fists against his big tongue and his gum line behind his teeth, all to no avail. Then she suffered a moment of dizzying vertigo when the dragon curled his neck and turned his head upside down, her weight shifting from his slimy tongue until she was lying fully in his upper lip under her stomach.
Elle braced herself with her hands on the roof of the dragon's mouth and, unable to see what he was up to, let out an undignified yelp of surprise when she felt a familiar solidness bump against her butt underneath her still thrashing tail. Using only his lips around his waist, he pushed her hips back against his erection until its tip once again shoved her buttocks apart and pushed forcefully against her mound.
"We just went over this, idiot crocodile!" she shouted loudly, unsure if he could hear her with her head inside his mouth. "You're too friggin' huge, remember?"
She grunted as the dragon pushed his penis harder yet against her crotch, her legs twitching where they dangled beneath her as she felt her entire groin begin to get shoved up into the rest of her body. Then the dragon's slightly prehensile member squirmed from side to side, and she felt first one half of her vaginal slit and then the other spring back to their natural positions, except that now the tip of that gargantuan penis was trapped between them.
"Oh, gawds," Elle moaned. Then she gulped, her hands trembling where they supported her weight against the dragon's palate. "If you go any farther, you'll tear me in half."
He went farther.
She could feel her slit stretch another inch and a half for every inch the penis's tip forced itself deeper. By the time it reached her cervix, already gaping open by the girth stretching her vagina wide below it, she could feel the sides of his member's tip pressing against the insides of her pelvic bone, pinching her inner muscles and tissue between her bone and his organ. She should have been howling in agony, but somehow whatever injury the dragon had inflicted on her was only giving her indescribable pleasure, not pain. His every movement made his slick, hard flesh grind roughly over her clitoris, sending a perpetual shockwave of ecstasy up through her. She lifted one hand off the roof of his upside down mouth to squeeze one of her dangling breasts, the saliva drenched fur making an audible squishing sound. Flattening the lush breast against her ribs, she found and pinched her nipple between two fingers and moaned despite herself.
Rather than be content with burying his tip into her, the dragon pushed forward again, and Elle's fragile body couldn't withstand the impossible strength of his haunches. She felt her pelvis crack in two places at her hips, but even as the dragon's penis invaded her womb and its girth spread apart the two broken halves of her pelvis, she felt only a slight discomfort beneath the surges of pleasure.
Pleasure or no pleasure, though, she knew this pairing was going to kill her if she couldn't stop it, if the monster raping her hadn't already wounded her beyond repair. She tried to squeeze down around him, to somehow push that massive cone of flesh out of her, but all the muscles between her navel and thighs felt like jelly. All she was able to do was twitch her tail and flex her buttocks, which were spread so wide apart, their inner curves couldn't touch each other, despite their full roundness.
When it should have bottomed out against the back of her womb, she suddenly felt the dragon's tip inside her stomach. Looking down between her swaying breasts in surprise, Elle could see her abdomen swell outward as the penis forced itself deeper inside her, her waist bulging against the seal of his lips. Dropping the mammary she was clutching, she felt down along her front, and the bulge of the dragon's erection coursed up her stomach to meet her palm between her lowest ribs. "What the hell did you do to me?" she groaned, her voice an airy wheeze as the dragon stretched out her esophagus.
One by one, her ribs popped painlessly out of place to make room for the monstrous phallus as it pushed her lungs and heart to the sides. The skin around her chest and back stretched as it had along the rest of her body, and her round breasts flattened against her chest, the flesh around her mammaries drawn taut. Elle's hand went to her throat as it began to bulge outward around the member's tip. This was it. This was how she was going to die. The dragon was going to force her head from her shoulders like a sadistic kit popping the head off a dandelion.
Except that as his penis surged farther up her neck, her jaw dislocated, and in the next instant, he thrust his haunches forward, and his tip sprang through her grotesquely gaping mouth. The light coming into the dragon's muzzle through the corners of his lips let her see the ebony penis emerging from her body past her nose. It should have been covered in her blood, but Elle couldn't see a single red drop marring its shiny black surface.
As soon as his huge member had stretched out Elle's body from one pair of lips to the other, the dragon pushed back against her straining waist with his own lips until her spread butt cheeks crashed against his scaled sheath, her tail quivering as it brushed back and forth over his lower belly. She was amazed at the length of the obsidian pillar extending past her nose, its tip vanishing into the dragon's throat. She could do nothing but twitch helplessly when she felt the dragon pinch her ankles in his talon and pull her legs back, rubbing her furry thighs and calves against the front and bottom of the central crease in his giant ball sack.
Then the dragon released her waist to further engulf her, his lips closing around the swell of her rump and the base of her tail as he swallowed that much more of his shaft. She could see his throat muscles working in a frenzy around the end of his phallus, and after a while of his self pleasuring, she began to wonder if he had forgotten about the living, ruptured condom around the rest of his erection. Her nose was mere inches from being swallowed into the dragon's throat along with his penis, but fortunately, he couldn't move his muzzle any farther down around his shaft. His reptilian chin was already pinching her tail between itself, his belly, and the rim of his sheath.
Breathing as best she could with tiny, rapid pants through her nose, Elle waited, each pulse of blood through the dragon's engorged member throttling her body. Finally, when he was evidently no longer content with his self pleasuring, the dragon opened his mouth wide and lifted his head away from her, letting his erection bob free underneath his belly while he watched with apparent fascination. Elle glared at his upside down face past the trunk of his shaft, her vision forced to follow its every sway and tremor. She tried to growl out an insult, but of course, she could barely manage a weak grunt with her body and jaw stretched so impossibly around him.
The talon holding her ankles against his testicles released her legs, letting them dangle at a slightly spread angle in front of his scrotum. His fingers wrapped around her torso and squeezed her powerfully around the first few feet of his barrel wide penis, then slid her up toward its tip. Elle felt the shaft's girth trying to pull her insides out her vagina until he pulled her back down against his scaled sheath, and her internal organs were scraped in the other direction. The dragon repeated the process three more times, each quicker than the last, using the vixen's body to masturbate. Then, clutching her tightly in his talon, he rolled onto his side, his body falling to the ground with enough force to have knocked down a tree should one have been in his way.
Sprawled at his leisure, the dragon curled his neck down again and began tracing his tongue up and down his length, slurping over Elle with every pass. He lingered once over her soft, nearly flattened breasts, his twin forks slamming against them hard enough to make them quiver slightly even as stretched as they were before he continued to molest his way down her front. When he reached her thighs, he craned his head around to taste her tail and buttocks, his tongue worming between her rump and his solid belly to press against her spread butt cheeks. She managed to let out a small whimper when the wet muscle traced its way around the back of her vagina where it was spread impossibly wide around the base of his shaft.
After he slathered his way back up her body, he began slurping on his tapered crown, alternately licking and suckling at his erection's black tip. This went on for a short time while Elle watched, evidently forgotten again. Then, once she was beginning to think the dragon would be content to nurse on himself until the sun set, a strange bulge grew in his shaft between the seal of his lips. She couldn't imagine at first what it could be, but as it swelled the girth of the draconic penis in a surge toward her gaping muzzle, she realized it was the giant reptile's tongue, squeezing through his urethra back toward her body. Her eyes went wide in dreadful anticipation. As stretched as she already was, there was no way she could survive the added width the dragon's tongue added to his member.
And yet, she didn't expect her survival to be of much concern to the monster.
She felt the tongue's bulge nudge against her nose experimentally, and when she rolled her eyes up away from it, she found herself looking straight into the dragon's eyes. He was staring at her in intent concentration from where he had his penis's crown trapped in his mouth. Somehow, she wasn't surprised that the bulge pushed her jaws open yet wider to worm itself down her throat. She wasn't even surprised that the added intrusion didn't hurt her beyond an increased internal pressure. After all, what was another half foot added to a penis's width, really?
She could feel the tongue coursing down through the erection within her body, pressing her lungs and ribs outward even farther before it reached her stomach and womb. Then the dragon's lips were in front of her face again, as he followed his tongue's progress. He opened his mouth to envelope her once more, his huge teeth dragging lightly through her fur, just enough for her to feel them. As before, enough light shone through the corners of his mouth that she could now see the beast's thick tongue disappearing into his spread urethra ahead of her. Elle could only grunt in disbelief. Could the dragon actually have been enjoying such an intrusion?
By the way his murring breath echoed through his maw around her, evidently he was. She could feel the swell of the tongue pass behind her stretched vagina, spreading her legs slightly wider as it delved into the dragon's sheath.
The dragon nibbled his lips down her body again, pinning her arms to her sides as he took her shoulders into his mouth. Holding her firmly around her stretched waist with his lips, he tugged her up nearly to his erection's tip, then shoved her back against his sheath. He repeated the motion slowly at first, but his self ministrations eventually grew more urgent. Elle could feel his tongue twitch within the mammoth phallus skewering her body every once in a while, and gathered that he was dragging it forward and backward through his member as well, following her unwilling movements.
As much as he had played with her and teased himself, she knew the dragon couldn't be much farther from his peak. Globs of pre as large as her head were spurting out of his tip around his tongue, pooling in the side of his mouth and leaking out its corner to the ground below the side of his head. Each time he used his mouth to shove her back against his scaled sheath, his phallus's tip hit the base of his tongue at the back of his mouth with a loud squish of flesh hitting flesh, its crown flaring wider to accommodate his tongue's girth at its thickest point. At least with Elle held between his lips, that extra width never entered her.
Then, with one last shove and a suction so powerful she felt like her torso would be ripped from her hips at any moment, the dragon climaxed. She could feel the river of sperm course around his tongue up through her body to his glans, where it erupted around the base of his tongue in a conical spray that covered his palate. A second gush swelled through her, followed by a third, and she could see the dragon's throat trying to swallow as much as it could, though with his tongue plugging his tip, the creamy spray was too haphazard for much of it to shoot to the back of his mouth. Strands of nearly boiling semen bounced around his cavernous maw and covered Elle's shoulders and head, connecting her to the roof of his mouth and his lower jaw with a thick network of liquid ropes.
On the fourth blast of his orgasm, he tugged her up his pulsing shaft until her nose was mere inches away from the seed shooting out of his urethra. On the fifth, he pulled her farther, until her jaws closed around his tongue where it protruded from his tapered crown. The eruption of sperm shot through her mouth with so much force that she feared for a moment that it would rip her teeth out as it gushed past her lips. The hot liquid covered the her entire palate in a single instant, and the familiar cinnamon flavor that she had breathed while her muzzle had been plugging the dragon's urethra overwhelmed her, making her vision swim. His sixth shot of sperm was somewhat less violent than those that preceded it, but he had pulled his penis down beyond Elle's throat by the time it streamed through her body, and it threatened to drown her as it coursed around his tongue and out her mouth and nostrils.
As the dragon slid his erection back through her body until its tip was at her impossibly spread cervix and her ribs popped back into place, he flexed his tongue in her throat so that it thickened to the point that no more of his semen could escape through her mouth. His climax was receding, but he was still pumping so much liquid into her womb and stomach that her abdomen began to swell outward again. It reached and passed the point that his member had stretched it to before, and as the dragon's glans twitched within her vagina, her expanding belly sloshed against the backs of his fangs. The pressure grew so extreme that Elle was certain she would pop like an overfilled balloon with each successive spurt of draconic seed. Her swelling gut was pushing her breasts up against her throat, and even though the dragon had moved his lips down over her thighs, he seemed to be having trouble keeping her from being shot deeper into his mouth.
His tongue was still linked to his phallus while his orgasm faded, the thick muscle vibrating through the center of Elle's liquid filled belly while he murred contentedly. For once she was glad that her head was forced to face up toward the back of the dragon's throat, because she was afraid of what she must have looked like at that moment, with her expanded stomach rippling each time he twitched his penis or tongue. She tried to relax her throat enough to let the semen escape through her mouth before she exploded, but the dragon's tongue was too thick a plug. She spread her legs as much as she was able with his lips circling her thighs, but that was an even more futile effort. With the last dregs of the dragon's climax still squirting into her, there was no room at all for the voluminous seed to escape back through her vagina around his tip.
Finally, many gallons after she should have burst, the beast pulled his penis from her entirely. She felt her pelvis pop back into place with a jolt around his tongue, while the lake of sperm held within her gushed out her vagina in a flood. He opened his jaws wide and let her body dangle from his tongue, slowly sliding down the muscle while his semen splattered against the ground until the last few feet of his tongue slipped up through her throat and mouth, and she fell into the spreading pool of draconic seed. She lay limply on her back, the sperm now pouring out her mouth and nose as well as her vagina, and tried her best not to breathe until the flood relented enough for her airways to be clear.
She stared up at the blue sky in a daze while the sticky liquid poured out of her open muzzle onto the already covered ground beside her. Just as the tide began to slow, the dragon craned his neck around and bumped her stomach with his scaly nose, making thick jets of sperm squirt out both of her ends. He looked down at her for a moment, then bumped her again, making a loud squish sound as another pair of squirts shot out of her mouth and loins. After his third rough nuzzle, Elle punched him as hard as she could between his nostrils, which even by her standards, was little more than a limp swat. "Cut it out," she complained weakly, and realized that she could breathe again. "Stupid frog."
A moment of morbid curiosity made Elle look down at herself, and she was amazed to see that her stomach and the rest of her body had returned to its natural, lithe shape, showing no signs of the trauma it had just been put through. That was only its outward appearance, though. Inside, she felt like each of her organs had been tenderized by an ogre throwing a temper tantrum. She coughed up another glob of semen, and a small stream was still leaking out her vagina to further coat her legs in the white liquid, but she now only felt like she had gorged herself at a village feast, rather than been injected with half of the whole ocean.
When she looked up again, the dragon was gazing contentedly down at her with his serpentine eyes half lidded, seeming immensely pleased with himself.
"Pshh," Elle spluttered, then coughed up a few more drops of his sperm. "I've had better." That was a lie, of course. She'd been a virgin up until that day, but she suspected the dragon hadn't spared enough attention to notice. Of all the ways she had expected to lose her virginity, being raped by a giant dragon with magical penis fumes had been far down the list.
Giving her no more time to recover, the dragon pinched her forearm in his talon and tugged her to her feet. Elle stood on unsteady legs, clawing at the dragon's finger with her free hand. She wanted to lie back down; her thighs and buttocks were fluttering like a moth's wings from exhaustion. She was granted no respite, though. The dragon pulled on her arm until she had to follow his tugs to keep her shoulder in its socket.
Elle considered sacrificing the arm when she saw where she was being guided.
With the dragon lying on his side, his penis was now drooping enough that its tip was kissing the sperms soaked ground in front of his pale blue belly, but he pulled her past the softening ebony shaft. Once she was standing in front of his heavily muscled hind legs, he tugged her up toward the top of his thighs, until her forcefully outstretched hand was planted on the front of his massive scrotum. Gravity was pulling the beasts' blue genitals down so that they were partially draped over his lower thigh. Elle tried to pull away from the nut her palm was pressed against when he finally released her forearm, but his talon was behind her back in the next instant, prodding her forward.
Her legs chose that moment to give out on her, and she fell face first against the musky boulders in front of her. Before she could slump to her knees, the dragon wedged his knuckle under her tail and pushed up and forward on her rump, hefting her up until her entire body was splayed against his testicles. Cursing, she tried to push back and away from the draconic scrotum, but only managed to shift the upper nut slightly back between his thighs. Letting out a deep, rumbling moan, the dragon lifted its left hind leg slightly away from the one on the ground, pressing his knuckle against Elle's rump so that her semen drenched thighs squished wetly against his smooth scales. She kicked feebly, her foot pad finding the crease between his lower thigh and his belly, but she didn't think the flashes of his tail she could see thrashing between his legs and behind his immense genitals was caused by discomfort. She tried punching the huge ball sack, but her blow barely dimpled the thick skin stretched tight around his testicles. She tried to bite it, but the scales weren't loose enough for her to pull between her teeth.
Just when she was beginning to think he was using her as a brush to try to paint his entire scrotum white with his sperm, the talon under her bottom pulled away, and she tumbled into a heap in front of his thigh. No sooner had she landed than her arm was captured between a draconic finger and thumb once again, and her palm was planted on the dragon's swollen sheath.
He guided her despite her adamant protests and oaths up to the base of his ebony shaft where it disappeared into his scaled sheath, and Elle was horrified to see that his length was standing nearly erect once more, gravity barely pulling it down toward his side. It twitched as he forced her to trace its underside up toward its tip, bouncing up and down from the height of her hips to her shoulders. She began struggling with all of the strength left to her when her palm pressed over the ridge of his conical glans, shoulder socket or no shoulder socket, but she wasn't strong enough to rip her body away from her arm or to slip out of the dragon's pinching grasp.
The low, purring rumble that the dragon let out as he made her slowly trace the underside of his slick crown up to his very tip was deep enough to shake the ground beneath her feet. Elle grabbed her elbow with her free hand, using the strength of both arms to try to wrench herself free, but was unable to stop the dragon from gliding her palm up one side of his urethral slit and down the other, then planting her hand directly in the center of his urethra's lips.
Elle gasped in surprise, though she should have been expecting what came next. One moment her paw pad was pressing against the hot flesh of the member's tip, the next, her hand was wrist deep within his urethra. The dragon finally released her forearm, but she found when she tried to tug her hand out of his erection that his penis had an even less yielding grip than his talon. As wet and slippery as it was, his urethral lips had sealed mercilessly around her wrist, and all her efforts managed was to make the tree trunk of a penis bob up and down slightly, waving her arm along with it.
For a short time, the dragon didn't move. He just looked down between his forelegs at Elle while she twisted and pulled at her arm, trying to wrench it free. She looked over at his curious stare and snarled at him. "I hope you don't expect me to pleasure you just to pass the time. I could stand here all day." She planted her free hand on her sperm matted hip in a feeble effort to hide the lie. Her legs were shaking on the brink of collapse.
The dragon snaked his head down closer to her and slowly ran his tongue up her body from her knees to her nose, despite her protests. As soon as his forked tongue left her face, she felt a warm tightness hugging her hand within his penis, and her arm was suddenly tugged into his urethra up to her elbow. A second swallowing flex from the dragon's crown pulled her in halfway to her shoulder before she could register what was happening, and when she whipped her head around to look at her arm in surprise, her muzzle touched the phallus's tip just as it began its next gulp.
Once again she found her muzzle trapped within the dragon's urethra, but this time it was pressed flush against her bicep. She gasped again, but the only air available to her was the dragon's sexual fumes, making her lightheaded after only two or three lungfuls. She screamed at him to stop, but it only came out as a muffled wail through her nose, her jaws clamped tightly shut by the confines of his inner tunnel. With her eyelashes flicking the obsidian skin of the dragon's tip, she was at least confident that the penis couldn't swallow any more of her with the swell of her forehead blocking its progress.
She remembered his thick tongue inserting itself effortlessly down the length of his phallus at the same time that another penile gulp sucked her head within his urethra, pressing her ears back flat against her skull. Her eyes were open wide in disbelieving fright, but she could see nothing inside the penis's confines with its tunnel sealing itself around her neck.
Surely it couldn't get past her shoulders?
Against all reason, it could. Elle found her other arm pressed against her side after the dragon's slightly prehensile penis lunged down around her body, the swell of her shoulders pressing his urethral lips inward briefly, dimpling the point of his glans before they spread around her upper body with a wet pop that she could hear even with her head smothered by his wet inner tunnel.
Elle's breasts were plastered against her chest, and in the next moment, the dragon's hungry penis swallowed her waist down to the swell of her hips. There it paused, though, and she kicked her legs and thrashed her tail wildly while trying to squirm backward through the member's inner tunnel. Her feet only touched the ground when her weight made the phallus bob down to the dragon's side, but it always bounced up again, lifting her legs into the air.
She froze when she felt a blast of hot air waft the fur on her butt. She clamped her rump cheeks together in anticipation, but wasn't quick enough in lowering her tail to stop the dragon's nose from pressing against her bottom, pushing her another inch deeper into his shaft. Two points of wet heat slathered over her flexing buttocks, the twin forks of the dragon's tongue tasting her haunches before they wormed into the cleft between her tense gluts, shoving her muscles aside easily. His tongue probed around her crotch until one tip of its fork managed to part her labia and tease her vaginal entrance. The other tip pressed against her dimpled tail star.
Despite knowing how futile an effort it was, Elle flexed every muscle below her ribs in an attempt to keep the dragon from doing what she knew he intended. He grabbed her ankles in a talon to keep her from sinking deeper into his phallus, and she whimpered through her nose when his tongue speared into both of her entrances, her entire body shuddering and no doubt pleasuring the member in which she was embedded. She fought against it, but the pain lancing through her tail hole was a mere distraction against the pleasure radiating throughout her loins.
The dragon shoved his tongue into her swiftly, and it felt as thick within her as his very first penetration, drawing her flesh taut around it despite how unnaturally wide he had stretched her so few minutes before. If not for his talon around her ankles, he would have shoved her completely into his shaft with the force of the fork plunging into her rectum. She immediately stopped flexing once her tail star was pierced, but the girth of his tongue felt like it was tearing her anal muscles anyway. He didn't stop pushing his muscle deeper until the crotch of his forked tongue met her own, the crease between his twin forks pressing up against the flesh between her vagina and her tail hole.
Her legs twitched feebly within his grasp, and to Elle's surprise, he let them go. She had time to take a suffocating breath of his penile fumes before he used his tongue to stuff her deeper into his erection, her tail and legs becoming surrounded by his heated tightness in a single second. Once fully inside, the dragon didn't stop pushing until she had plunged all the way to his sheath. At least, Elle thought it was his sheath pressing the draconic flesh more firmly around her encased body. Her upraised hand met some sort of barrier, soft in comparison to the solid walls hugging her, but the wall opened like a sphincter around her fist as the dragon used his tongue to shove her deeper.
The dragon's tongue was pinned between her legs and under her tail firmly enough by the encasing walls of his erection that if he had withdrawn it then, Elle would likely have been drawn back along with it. Instead, he kept pushing against her, his tongue's force making her groin feel like it was trying to buckle inward, until that penile barrier was forced open around her head and shoulders. She followed her outstretched arm into a round bubble, the wet, oblong sphere stretching to accommodate her as her body was forcefully folded within it, being shoved into a fetal position. Once her legs were through the opening into the dragon's genitals nearly to her knees, he pulled his tongue out of her and back through his penis, the inner sphincter clamping around her lower thighs to hold her in place.
As soon as his tongue had vacated Elle's rectum and vagina, the dragon flexed the base of his penis, and her legs followed her the rest of the way into his testicle. Curled into as tight a ball as her limbs could form within one of the beast's nuts, she couldn't imagine what he intended by stuffing her into his masculinity, but she didn't think she was going to have enough time to find out. His testicle had been half filled with nearly boiling semen before she'd been crammed into it. With her body filling all the available space within her prison's tight confines, she was completely submerged, and was only able to breathe after she'd wriggled around enough to move her muzzle back toward the sealed exit to the dragon's erection. Even then, she was still breathing his supernatural fumes rather than oxygen, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stay conscious much longer.
With the last vestiges of her strength, she did the only useful thing she could think of. She pressed the back of her fist against the curved wall of the testicle that she thought was facing the dragon's head and lifted her middle finger against the elastic genital lining.
* * *
Olis panted in exhilaration, watching the bulges inside his swollen testicle squirm. It felt almost as good as when the critter had been stretched around his phallus. It seemed a shame to devour her; the vixen was just too much fun to play with. What would it hurt, really, to keep her? If he could smuggle her into his corner of the den without any of his family noticing, he could have as much fun as he wanted with her while everyone else was out hunting or mating.
He had thought she might fit subtly inside of his scrotum, but he was having second thoughts now that he saw and felt her wriggling around in his right nut. He could see almost every detail of her body stretching his scales every which way, even her little paw, with a single finger lifted and pressing against the front of his testicle. There was no way his brothers and sisters would fail to notice that. Besides, the heft of her body filling his nut was keeping him maddeningly aroused, and walking into the den horny was never a good way to be discreet.
As he rolled the rest of the way onto his back, spreading his wings over the ground and letting his four legs stick into the air like a submissive pup, he began to think that he wouldn't have to worry about sneaking into the den with a new pet. Draped over the subtle bulge of his groin between his hind legs, his scrotum had stopped squirming. He curled his tail up between his thighs and prodded his right testicle, but the outline of the critter sealed within stayed motionless. The vixen must have drowned in his seed.
He frowned, disappointed, even though he'd probably been saved getting into a great deal of trouble. He had hoped his musk would be able to keep the vixen alive for as long as it would take to fly home, but he knew it only made her body somewhat elastic and more durable. It wouldn't protect her respiratory system. Even if she'd only fallen unconscious, as soon as her muzzle dipped below the surface of his semen, she'd drown. Likely that was what had already happened.
Olis flicked his scrotum a few more times with his tail, just to make certain the critter wasn't playing possum. When his genitals settled behind his sheath again, he heaved a deep sigh and leaned his head down to take his erection into his muzzle again, quickly finding and filling his urethra with his tongue. It would take too long to let his hormones reduce the vixen to sperm, and he couldn't fly into his den with such clear evidence of his misbehavior hanging between his legs, so all he could do was eat the critter like he'd first intended that day.
He took his time, suckling mightily on his phallus as he slipped its front half down his throat, then pulling out and away from it before craning his neck farther down his body and tracing his tongue over the bumps and bulges of the drowned critter in his testicle. There was never any reason to rush an orgasm, after all. He took the filled nut into his mouth, curling his body as far as he could in order to do so, and nibbled lightly on the solidness inside it where there was usually only thick liquid. He was able to shift the vixen's limbs around slightly with his tongue and teeth, but she never moved of her own accord.
Dead or alive, though, her presence filling his testicle was bringing him to his peak more quickly than he would ever have been able to manage on his own. Returning his lips around the crown of his shaft, he began thrusting in and out of his mouth, his haunches and back slamming over and over against the ground, his twitching wings sending dust and fallen leaves swirling around him in every direction. Just before his climax hit, he shoved his penis as far down his throat as he was able, turning his head sideways so that he could open his jaws around his sheath until his front teeth were pressing against his balls. His scrotum flexed, and the critter was propelled through his shaft in front of the first wave of semen, her bulge coursing head first up his erection and sliding unhindered straight into his throat.
Olis gulped hungrily, then kept swallowing the tide of dragon seed that followed her. Her body fell with a solid thump into his stomach, followed by enough sperm that he could feel it pooling up around her. He didn't remove his member from his throat until it was completely spent and began softening, licking it affectionately as it slid slowly out of his mouth. He let out a low rumble of a belch and lay basking in his afterglow for some time.
Then, unexpectedly, his stomach lurched. He looked down his front in surprise, and after he waited a few more moments, the scales over his belly gave a slight tremor as something slammed into the wall of his stomach again. The critter began punching and kicking her prison frantically, clearly trying to draw a reaction out of him.
She was still alive, after all! Olis frowned to himself, wondering what he should do. It would only be a few minutes before the vixen's body was melted beyond recovery by his stomach acids, and though he knew he would enjoy her squirming around in his gut as she died, he didn't know how long he might have to wait before he had a chance to misbehave with another potential meal. Food was easy to come by. He didn't think he'd ever find another pet as fun as the one trying to bludgeon her way out of his gut, even if he wasn't sure how he would manage to feed her after he'd fused her stomach and womb together.
And even if he decided to keep her, where would he put her? She'd die if she stayed in his stomach, and she had been too obvious when he'd tucked her into his ball sack. There might have been one way to smuggle her into his den, but Olis wasn't sure if she would survive the trip.
There was only one way to find out.
* * *
Elle gave the flexible wall around her another sharp kick, her strength fading as her sudden rush of adrenaline subsided. She'd fallen unconscious in the dragon's scrotum only to wake up in his stomach. She had half a mind to just give up and die to escape all the torment the scaly beast was putting her through, but the other half of her mind was panicking at how close she actually was to that outcome. The pool of mingling acid and sperm in which she was submerged was burning her skin furiously, and she could almost feel the fur shedding from her body. At least her head was above the lethal liquid. That gave her enough time to give the dragon a terrible stomach ache, if nothing else.
Suddenly, the wet cavern clenched around her, its walls hitting her body from all sides before it pushed her up toward the dragon's gullet. She gave it another solid kick, then yelped in surprised triumph when her head was sucked into the bottom of the dragon's throat and she was pulled up the beast's neck toward his mouth. She'd done it! She'd made the dragon vomit!
The throat rippled around her until she landed on the dragon's tongue inside of his maw, and he quickly spat her out in front of him. She landed on his broad, scaled chest, the drops of bile following her harmless against the dragon's pale blue hide. Laughing raggedly, Elle got unsteadily to her feet on his chest and turned to face him, fur drifting off of her body in clumps. "Yeah, that's right. That'll teach you, won't it, lizard? You can tell all your reptile friends that there's one fox out there who taught you a lesson twice over. Elle Malrow simply cannot be eaten."
Wavering on her paws, Elle toppled onto her back, and would have rolled over the dragon's side if his cursed tongue hadn't caught her. He began licking the mess of acid and sperm out of her pelt while she laughed weakly. She'd lost track of how many times she should have died from the dragon's attentions. It made her feel invincible.
"Want to have another go, or do you yield?" she asked with a giggle before that tongue smacked her upside her head as he slathered over everything above her shoulders. "Go on and try to eat me again. This time I'll rip out a freaking tooth."
Instead, the dragon wrapped a talon around her body again once he was finished with her tongue bath. Elle didn't fight him. Whatever he had in store for her, she could take it.
At least, that's what she thought until he carried her down past his retreating penis and splayed balls to deposit her on the base of his tail. She was close enough to the back of his scrotum that she could reach out and touch it, and despite herself, she had to do just that to steady herself when the dragon let go of her. Her legs seemed to have forgotten how to hold her upright.
She wasn't sure at first what the dragon intended by putting her on the base of his tail, but when she looked down at the warmth under her footpads, she began to get a pretty good idea. She was standing directly on top of the dragon's large, cross shaped tail star, the pink, scaleless skin bordering his sphincter quivering slightly under her feet.
Elle had been wrong. There were still some things left that she couldn't take.
She tried to jump off of the dragon's tail, but as soon as she had looked down, the pucker on which she stood flexed open just enough to swallow her feet up to her ankles. "Oh, you can't be serious," she muttered. When she tried to pry one foot out of his sphincter, the other foot just sank into him deeper. The dragon's tail curled up over her head, lifting up toward the dragon's face until its broad base knocked her over and pinned her against his scrotum. Without a thought for how it might please the beast, she hugged one of his nuts desperately, trying to get a hold on it to keep herself from being pulled deeper. His scales were too slippery, though. When his rectum flexed again, she was dragged down until her knees were spreading his tail hole. His body's grip around her was too strong for her to so much as twitch her legs.
Elle gritted her teeth, knowing full well that she wasn't going to be able to escape the dragon's latest perversion. She still clutched his testicle against her chest until another swallow carried her thighs into his anal tunnel, and his huge, slippery nut slid out of her arms' grasp to bounce up over the swell of his groin in front of her, settling again beside its twin. She was just going to have to ride this out like she had the rest of the dragon's games. At least she wasn't being brutally stretched, or suffocating in his genitals, or being slowly melted by stomach acid. Setting her jaw unhappily, she folded her arms across her breasts as she was sucked into the dragon's rectum until her round bottom plugged his tail hole. "When this is over, I swear I'm going to find a sword and carve you apart, one piece at a time."
Her threat ended in a painful yelp, though, when the muscles rippling around her legs pulled her into the dragon's body up to her waist, and her tail was pinched straight up against the small of her back. Foxes' tails weren't supposed to bend like that, but while it was terribly uncomfortable, her tail wasn't in too much danger of becoming seriously injured. She winced, though, thinking of the back cramps she would have later.
She writhed as another two gulps swallowed her up to her armpits, pinning her tail to her back and smashing her full breasts against her chest. The dragon wasn't wasting any time, but as she began to squirm inside his rectum uncomfortably, his tail twitched over her head, and she could see his hind legs kicking at the air to her sides in the brief moment that the base of his tail wasn't covering her view.
She drew in a deep breath just before her head was tugged behind the dragon's cross shaped sphincter, but a rippling clench of his anal muscles squeezed the air right back out of her lungs as his tail hole consumed her upraised arms, closing over her outstretched fingertips and blocking all light from Elle's sight. She waited until her head was swimming before she dared to take another breath, and almost gagged. The smell inside the dragon's rectum might not have been as terrible as she had expected, but it still reeked, even though there were traces of that familiar cinnamon scent that had filled his genitalia. She considered biting him like she had bitten his tongue to get him to spit her back out, but quickly dismissed the idea. She may have been able to tolerate the stench on her new prison, but she wouldn't dare risk its taste.
Elle experienced a moment of vertigo as the dragon began moving, unable to tell what was up and what was down. The feeling of continuous motion within his tail hole was disorienting her, and she desperately wished he had left at least her head outside his anus so that she could see what was going on. The movement never stopped, though, and though she tried to writhe her way back to the dragon's sealed sphincter, his body's grip on hers was too merciless.
She lost track of time while trapped in her smothering prison. Surely hours had passed. Eventually, with nothing to occupy her thoughts and the thick air muddling her mind, she dropped into a troubled sleep, unconsciousness claiming her for the third time that day. As with the times before, she wasn't certain that she would ever wake up again.
* * *
Two male foxes stared with wide eyes from their hiding spot beneath a thick bush. "Wow," one muttered to the other for the fifth time, even though the dragon had vanished beyond the horizon some twenty minutes ago.
"Wow," the second fox answered. He finally had the courage to make the small movement needed to look his friend in the face. "I don't think either of us had seen that coming. Neither of us won the bet, right?"
The first fox blinked at the second, then yipped a sharp laugh. "Oh, you're not getting out of it that easily. You said he'd chew, I said he'd swallow her whole. By my reckoning, you owe me three beers instead of just one.