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Lazing on the tropical beach that a small tribe called home on their equally tiny island, lay a man on top of the belly of a dragon, both lazing despite the day having barely started. A human with dark tanned skin as a great contrast to the beast whom displayed flamboyant orange frills with white and pink mixed scales. With blue accents at the base of his fins, and the scant clothing consisting mostly of leather and leaves on his human body, they seemed like natural beach buds; quadrupedal animal, Kelekona, and bipedal man, Hani.

However, both were near exact opposites, for the loose reigns designed from ropes and small spears lay along with them to their sides. Along with those tools, Hani lacked his left arm from the elbow down, and battle scars were scrawled over the heavily toned chest and back. The right hand seemed weak as it jarringly stroked across Kelekona's chest, of whom stayed completely limp and outstretched, enjoying the attention.

"Protective and Great Kelekona, thank you for your comfort. It means much that you stay with me, even after our battles; even after my failure at achieving perfect combat," Hani spoke with a sing-song tone holding reverence to the partner.

It wasn't until long that the dragon showcased a growing issue with laying about. Twitching his face, causing long and thin whiskers to shimmy and his large fins, in place of wings on a traditional dragon, flapped. He pined for attention, all of it orchestrated so that the human felt the movements no matter what position he may have lain.

Simply smiling and rubbing his cheek against the smooth scaly body, he let out a deep sigh, "Oh, Protective and Great Kelekona, is it time?"

He didn't receive much in the reply of anything vocal, but instead felt a deep rumbling. Smiling ever wider, he couldn't help but chuckle a little at the tickling sensation; Kelekona's belly vibrated sharply, indicating a steep hunger having rooted itself in the dragon's gut. Another rumble caused him to shiver slightly as Hani held back the urge to just collapse against the reptile with a giant hug.

Pressing down with the left arm, Hani probed around the soft belly, to which he could push without much effort. Noting how the dragon's toes curled and stretched responsively to the prods, he continued around the flanks while feeling him up. The slight bit of squish to the body, despite the scales being relatively resilient, gave him the information he needed.

"You've feasted, but with your silent words, have spoken to me that you are ready for more," rearranging himself on top the larger creature, now kneeling, he continued, "I thank you, Protective and Great Kelekona, for accepting me."

This was a ritual which Hani had watched plenty of times before, hiding behind the brush of the beach sand, as he'd wait for Kelekona to also move. While staying perfectly still, in a half bow and kneeling, he'd display magnificent balance. The dragon would scoot himself back with his large paws and eventually rest the back of his serpentine neck against the largest palm tree right nearby. The hunched pose revealed quite the large belly, showing well the care he was given.

Waiting with closed eyes, he stayed completely and utterly still for the whole process. He felt the shifting mass of body beneath him squirming, and despite that being a less than ideal position to stay upright, he managed it. Everything in his mind was about the dragon now. Just at that moment he felt a large webbed paw slap itself against his back. Being among the strongest warriors of his tribe, he did not falter, but he did open his eyes.

Reaching up and placing his hand on the dragon's paw now on his back, he'd look into the dragon's piercing blue gaze, "Thank you, Protective and Great Kelekona, for protecting me as I fight."

Slowly he scooted upwards, his knees going from the soft belly and up to the tougher chest, as the dragon simply watched with an expectant gaze. Hani's face now mere inches away from the dragon's rounded snout tip, he found his heart racing. Anticipation to the next moments of his life soared, yet his outward appearance was kept retained and collected. Smiling ever more, he recognized the feeling; it was just like his fight against rival tribes, that same surge of adrenaline.

"Thank you, protective and Great Kelekona, for accepting my offering," pausing for a moment, he had a difficult time not freezing up, "for allowing me to offer the strength of spirits I have taken into me, under your silent gaze, and give them now to you."

A hot gush of air flowed through the long thin hair of the tropical man as the dragon opened his mouth, revealing sharpened and tough teeth. Immediately placing both his arms up to the elbows into the gaping maw, he felt that rush growing stronger. He couldn't help nor hold back at this point as an erection began growing beneath his waistline.

"Never could I imagine a feeling grander than combat," panting, he found it almost difficult to speak through the thick air of the dragon's breath.

Pushing slightly forward, his head diving into the mouth, Hani began to bow into the slimy mouth. He discovered that there was only enough room to fit his upper body comfortably inside; his chest soon pressing flat against the thick muscle. Resting his cheek against the back of the tongue, and looking at the pinkish flesh all around, Hani simply thought for a few moments with great contentment to his position.

Hani had known nothing but a vow to become the tribe's greatest warrior. All of them had done so before him, and now a new one had taken up the cause since his injury. He wanted nothing more than to prove himself to Kelekona by fighting with great ferocity, and cannibalizing those he had slain in an effort to gain their strength. Now it was time to give that strength back to the deity he, and all his tribe, worshiped.

Yet as he moved forward, beckoned by the curling tongue underneath his broad chest, he finally felt a new sensation; lust rushing through his brain, wracking every nerve, causing him to grow all the more anxious with every given moment. Pushing at the squishy tongue beneath with hand and arm, while his feet used the dragon's body as a focal point, he willingly pushed himself into the expectant throat before him and into the inky darkness.

Saliva claimed every inch of his body by this point. While his upper body had already gotten a thick shower of the omnipresent liquid, it trickled copiously down the rest of him thanks to the dragon's constant drooling. A sharp spike of pleasure hit him as the saliva hit his groin, causing him to shiver and finally break his will of steel.

"My strength is yours, forever; my soul a tool for your will."

Speaking in a whisper Hani took the plunge as his face was enveloped by the flesh of the esophagus. A stickier web of liquid smeared itself across his face as the muscle clenched for but a slight moment, with acknowledgment of his existence. He assumed this meant that Kelekona accepted his body.

Inching his body into the throat proved surprisingly easy, as the saliva against his skin helped remove friction from the equation. Constant sounds of liquid shifting and squishing around him filled his ears, with the wretched scent of past meals present at all times. He always assumed the neck to be perfectly round and unyielding, but when finally inside, he was pleasantly surprised at how well the rolled muscle stretched and conformed to his nearly naked body.

He held back none of his strength when feeding himself to the dragon while feeling not a single ounce of fear. Crawling and squirming like a worm, he felt gravity take a shift downwards, traveling down the neck. Kicking his legs in the air, he lost any sort of physical grip with the outside world, and from this point on it was up to his own strength to propel himself.

Gasping out, taking in a huge influx of the less-than-fresh air, the sensation of his nethers gliding across Kelekona's tongue. He had never once felt the pleasure of anything gracing his own genitals, for he never had the time to worry. There had been urges, particularly in the triumph after battle with his foes, but never in such a powerful manner such as this. Primal tendencies took root, and without thinking he thrust his hips constantly forward. In a way it simply helped him enter the dragon all the quicker.

Sloppily licking his lips, tasting the bitter saliva across his face, he'd mutter, "Protective and Great Kelekona, my body in its full form is for your use."

Mere moments later he felt a tickling sensation as Kelekona had extended the tongue down to flick at Hani's feet. Never had a larger smile been present on his face, and yet it was in a place that none would be able to see it. As an added bonus he could hear the heavy thumping heartbeat of the dragon, he attributed the sound to being like a war drum, firing him up even further. Unable to hold himself from laughing he'd begin to nearly flail about, held back only by the strength of the dragon's neck. But with that inward breath he felt a raspy stinging hit his lungs, and immediately also felt his face hit a wall of flesh.

Even with a lacking knowledge in anatomy he knew he was about to enter his fate head first. Shoving against the bundled mass of muscle with the front of his face he knew he had to overcome this one final obstacle before his body could finally be rightfully claimed. He worried that Kelekona may become impatient, or even worse that he may not actually be worthy. It was the first time he felt fear.

All of Hani's worries melted away as he heard the wall of flesh shift in front of him as a cascade of saliva and mucous rushed alongside his body; the muscular surroundings squeezed abruptly and clenched his body, binding his arms to his side. A harsh blast of air hit his face as he was suddenly propelled forward into the stomach. At that moment he felt the teeth of the dragon's mouth scrape along his feet as it closed, sealing him within.

While he had become accustomed to living in hot and humid environments, nothing in the natural world on the outside compared to that in the stomach. As he felt a slow rhythm of flesh propel him downwards all the quicker, he felt beads of sweat forming over his brow, yet he could barely distinguish such against the newfound slurry he was being forced into, as a low rumble echoed as the dragon's gut welcomed its willing prey.

Hani remembered everything the dragon had eaten within the past week right up until mere hours ago, for after all, he had fed it to Kelekona personally, and the thought of adding himself brought him shrills of glee. His breaths came through sharp and jagged, as a mounting level of ecstasy trailed through his veins.

Lurching ever forward into the cramped room, all of his thoughts pooled together in his mind. Combining now with the constant grinding of the esophagus against his groin, he found himself unable to truly comprehend the nature of what was taking place. Despite being unable to see anything in the darkness, his own perceived vision went dark. Sexual tension ran higher and higher, and through the constricting esophageal movements, he managed to wiggle and force his shaft along the slimy walls.

It didn't take long for him to feel the stomach begin to expand with his addition, as the incredibly smooth muscle expanded as his face pressed against it. His back arched up while being forced to curl up. At this point he lost the ability to breath thanks to the mixture of liquid, fur, and bones sloshing about in the acrid substances which tore away at them.

He tried to move, but with every extra inch being piled into the stomach, he found it increasingly less viable to do so. Eventually as his legs slipped on inside, he felt the stomach's entrance close as his toes entered within, and he finally felt the walls around him tighten and bind him fully. Even as he squirmed to stretch and push with his feet, it was met with complete and total resistance.

The flesh clung to his face, yet at the same time liquid filled every orifice and etched into each corner of his body. Chunky objects of semi-digested bits mushed together with the rest of his form as the muscles manipulating him rolled and churned. Despite having magnificent lung capacity due to his training, even he was meeting his limit as the dragon's body wretched out precious air from his body.

Just then he felt a much more gentle pressure applying itself from somewhere on the outside. He couldn't figure out which way was up and down at this point, jostled due to shifting muscles, but he recognized it as Kelekona's paw. He felt it rubbing ever so slowly in small circles.

Finally his smile cracked, and his face quickly transitioned to that of pure bliss. He was reminded, until the very end, that he is to become a part of his deity for all eternity. Even through the ceaseless squeezes, the sounds of liquid slurping everywhere with gurgling of air ever present, he could feel the great paw of the beast. He realized his single greatest joy in that moment. Arching his back, defying the immeasurable strength of that dragon's belly, he managed to thrust his hips forward one last time; all of that resistance now at his groin for the focal point.

Mouth open and again, eyes clenched and his nose crinkled, he experienced the single greatest series of nerve wracking pleasure. A foreign feeling arose from his penis; thick ropes of liquid pumping itself out with great ferocity, and one that sapped him of all his strength mere moments later. Attempting to pant only made him gulp down the noxious brew he was apart of in the stomach, causing him to sputter and spasm fiercely. In that moment as life escaped his body he also lost his virginity, unbeknownst to the innocent soul, and truly became one with the greatest being in existence.