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It wasn’t easy being a human among the many adventurers who frequented the tavern. Bryan found himself dashing back and forth just to keep up with orders, avoiding the hands and sometimes even the feet of the much larger races populating the tables. Everyone knew the rules of the city, even if it wasn’t official law. No one would have so much as blinked if a human like him got snatched up and devoured by one of those towering beastmen and women. And it would have been easy when almost every single one of them was twice his size or more.

Bryan didn’t miss the hungry stares he got from the hulking crocodile barbarian, or the way the red-haired cat in black leather licked her lips whenever he was near, whether consciously or not. Maybe it would all change once he made a name for himself. All he needed was to save up enough gold to purchase some basic adventuring gear, and to keep working on his spells whenever he had some spare time between work and sleep. Surely there was a party out there looking for a good wizard.

Pulling double shifts like that, he was starting to recognize the regulars - whether they were the dangerous ones, or the ones who were a little more friendly. Lazarus was one of the latter. Though the vulture was a giant compared to him, leaving Bryan right at waist level whenever the bird stood near him, he didn’t come across nearly as threatening as many of the others. He often showed up late enough in the night that it was starting to clear out, giving Bryan time to actually talk to him. His tales of the road and the perils of questing always intrigued the amateur wizard, even if they could be terrifying too.

When they were the only two left in the bar, but for the tender, Laz pushed out a chair with his foot and gave the young man a nod.

“Come. Let me throw a tip your way for your time. Been meaning to talk to you in a little more depth.”

Bryan gave a glance back across the bar as if seeking permission. The bartender, also his father, wasn’t looking their way. He wasn’t about to say no to that experienced bird, regardless. His knowledge was all but invaluable for an aspiring adventurer like Bryan. That, and he quite enjoyed the vulture’s presence, both for his personality and for the sight of him. He scanned up and down the bird’s body now and then, whether it was to admire the curve of his dark beak, the light fluff on his head, the shine of his eyes - or the glimpse of his powerful chest in the cut of that loose shirt. By the way Laz spoke, the attraction might have even been mutual.

“Now, last time we spoke you seemed intrigued about the prospect of travelling with me. So happens I came into a little extra gold on the last journey. Now here I am, stocking up on supplies for the road ahead, and I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind a little extra company. Maybe even an apprentice.” He leaned forward, talons tapping together as he rested his feathery head on his hands. “Or provisions.”

A little slip of his tongue along the edge of his beak made it harder to tell if he was just joking or not. Bryan might have objected to such teasing if it didn’t immediately send an oddly pleasant shudder running down his spine. That probably didn’t go unnoticed. Bryan didn’t say a word in response either, which made the bird chuckle and continue.

“It’s a pretty tough decision, I know. How about I make you a little wager? A little wizard’s poker - you know how to play that, right? I see that spark in your eyes. Know a thing or two about spellcasting myself, and I’d be glad to teach you if you win.”

It was finally time for Bryan to speak up. “What if I lose?”

“Mm. You don’t plan on losing, do you? A talented boy like you?” Laz gave a wink. “Tell you what. If you lose, I’ll throw some coins to your dear old dad and consider it my down payment on keeping you all to myself.”

Though he never explicitly said it, Bryan could tell exactly what he meant from the tone of his words and that [i]look[/i] in his eyes. Laz had never looked at him so hungrily before. By that menacingly sexy gaze, it was like the old bird hadn’t eaten in days. He was already bringing out the cards, though he waited to deal them until Bryan agreed to the terms. A slow, cautious nod from the human and Laz gave a soft, pleased [i]mm[/i].

“Fantastic. I’d say I’ll play you fair, but that’d be against the spirit of the whole thing, wouldn’t it? Go on, now. Show me how well you cheat.”

“But - “ Bryan widened his eyes. He hadn’t even had a chance to warm up or practice.

The game was familiar to him, but he’d never actually played. The only rule was there were no rules, so they said. There were actually several rules, but that was beside the point. He was free to use whatever wizarding abilities to cheat, and Laz was free to counter them and use all sorts of tricks of his own. Bryan watched the vulture’s elaborate shuffling method, talons tapping over the cards as he tossed them from hand to hand. He was already cheating. That much was clear, but the point was that Bryan was going to have to do something about it.

Three cards each, face down. It was up to them to decide which one to flip over first. Bryan concentrated. If he focused just right, he could picture the underside of each card in his mind’s eye. As for the bird’s own, they were already shrouded. He hadn’t seen the vulture cast anything on them, but the magic was evident. It was quickly becoming apparent just how outmatched Bryan really was, though that didn’t stop him from trying his best. Maybe if he could subtly recite a simple image spell he could add a few extra swords onto one of his facedown cards, just enough to almost guarantee he won with it.

It might have even worked if not for the touch of those talons running along his leg. The much taller bird had an easy time reaching out with a foot and stroking along the tavern boy’s pants, lightly scratching at the skin beneath. There was no magic there. It was just a distraction, a reminder of what a sexy creature Bryan could belong to if he just allowed himself to lose. It was time to flip over the first card.

“Ten,” Lazarus softly said.

If his spell worked, it would have been more than that. Yet Bryan found himself looking down at a mere two crystals on his card where a whole armoury of swords was supposed to be. His eyebrow twitched a little.

“You ...”

“Cheated?” The bird’s smile was a unique thing with a beak like that, a curious curve that was nonetheless charming. “All that matters is the moment of the reveal. That’s one out of three, but don’t worry. Two more shots at it. Unless you’re tempted to simply concede right now.”

Bryan sat back and tried his best to clear his head, and not to stare at the huge, handsome man across from him, the one eyeing him with such a casually hungry expression. He bit his lip, hard. It hurt enough to make him focus. One of his cards was a dragon - perfect! An easy round, but he had to win two in a row to survive. It was all about choosing the right moment to play it, and Laz’s cards were still completely dark to him. There was no amount of aura-gazing he could do to possibly peer through the shadow the vulture had cast over them.

There was no sense risking it. He had to force a third round, or he was going to end up as lunch. Reaching out for his dragon, he was just about to confidently flip it over when he found himself instead drifting over to the side. It didn’t feel like he was being forced to do so. The impulse simply struck him, and he couldn’t resist it. Wouldn’t it be so very naughty to intentionally lose, just to see what the vulture said? No, it didn’t make any sense, it couldn’t have been his own thought, but the more he looked into those intimidatingly orange eyes, the more it felt like nothing more than his own decision.

“Oh, too bad,” Laz said as soon as he saw the human’s card. “I’ve got you beat again.”

Bryan stared at the table a little longer. “But wait, I didn’t ... I had a ... I was supposed to ...”

“And yet you didn’t.” Laz’s voice was steady, strong. “Seems like you’ve made your decision. I suppose I’ll pay off my tab when I buy you, too. Won’t be coming back here for a while.”

The bird left Bryan sitting where he was, contemplating what had just happened. Some part of him already knew that when he’d agreed to those terms, their deal was as good as sealed. He looked over to watch his father at the bar, nodding with the vulture, looking up at the huge bird. Laz removed a sack of coins from his belt, counted out a modest amount, and neatly stacked them in front of Bryan’s father. There was no argument from the old bartender. Bryan still hadn’t moved from his spot when Laz returned.

“Still sitting there? I think it’s about time you packed your things, young man. We have a busy road ahead of us, and there’s so much for me to show you.” He lowered himself down, close to Bryan’s ear. “Looks like I’m going to be your new daddy, if you like the sound of that.”

The word had such an immediate effect on Bryan. He felt that shudder running down his spine, shaking him in his seat. At first, he rejected the idea. It was too uncomfortable, too forward - and right in front of his actual dad, too. Or at least the man who had been. Maybe Laz was right. Either way, it was time to finally stand up from his chair, in flustered silence, and allow the vulture to slowly guide him back to his room. There really wasn’t much packing to do at all. His whole life fit in a backpack.

It turned into something of a blur. He wasn’t sure if he slept at all that night. The anticipation of getting on the road, away from everything he’d ever known was anxiety-inducing enough. Knowing he almost definitely wouldn’t be coming back just made it worse. Unless it was all just a bit of a teasing, a little prank on the suggestible human by the playful older bird. Laz was a seasoned adventurer. He probably liked to just have some fun now and then.

Bryan wasn’t expecting more company on their journey. The freckle-faced human looked at him with a somewhat dazed, even delirious expression. That smile looked more intoxicated than genuine. Bryan wasn’t sure what to say, so he just gave a short nod when they ran into each other outside the tavern. Laz was shortly behind once he’d gathered up his supplies.

“Good to see you boys getting along. Bryan, this is Myles. Myles, Bryan. Didn’t even have to buy this one. Suppose I just have a way with words when it comes down to it.”

“Mmhmm,” Myles said, giggling.

They didn’t really end up talking much. Laz led them on, well out of town, and into the danger beyond the walls. Now and then, Bryan caught a glimpse of something watching them from afar, whether it was dangerous wildlife or other groups of travellers. Any one of them could have been a predator, but the presence of the vulture kept them all safe. Or, at least, delayed the danger until later. Laz did most of the talking as they journeyed, looking back at his human companions as he walked.

“I’ll admit to getting a little greedy. Only the first day, and I’m already thinking I’ll need one of you when we settle down tonight. It’s a good thing I brought extra food.” He stopped, turning, giving them each a lingering look up and down. Bryan lightly panted in the ensuing silence, waiting for the bird to continue. “Just leads me to the question of which one of you is dinner, and which one’s on belly rubbing duty.”

Of course they both knew it was coming. Hearing it spelled out like that still gave Bryan pause. He halted in place, but Myles kept going, advancing right into the arms of the vulture when Laz reached out and wrapped him out, covering him in that dark plumage. The other human all but disappeared from Bryan’s sight, leaving him standing there, biting his lip. He realized he was a little jealous. That only grew when he heard Laz speak his approval.

“That’s my good boy. Come right to daddy when I call, don’t you? We’ll get you where you need to be, once we’ve set up camp for the night.”

Bryan was glaring by the time the three of them were resting by the campfire. He was by himself, simply watching the other human cuddle up to the big, handsome bird. Both of them were naked. Laz ran his talons slowly down the spine of the soft-skinned, freckled human. He brushed his fingers through Myles’ long orange hair. He gave him a lick on the cheek, and hummed something to him. They got closer by the moment, their bodies illuminated in flame. Bryan was just squirming in his robes. They felt far too tight all of a sudden.

He couldn’t quite hear what they were murmuring to each other. In a day travelling with him, he still had no idea what kind of person Myles was. And it looked like he was never going to find out. Laz’s touches grew greedier, more possessive. He grabbed hold of that naked rump and pulled the handsome young man into his lap. It wasn’t exactly easy to make out with a beak, but Myles seemed to know what he was doing. He licked his lips as best he could with the big vulture, sitting up tall and proud, unafraid of what was coming. He seemed so confident in his body language, so sure of what he wanted. Bryan wasn’t sure he could have done the same.

The apprentice mage had to admit he flinched just a little when he saw that beak open up. He wasn’t sure how violent it was going to be. Laz didn’t [i]seem[/i] the type to get rough with such a thing, but he was still eating someone whole. Bryan felt a wave of relief just seeing how gentle he was. Even a huge, predatory vulture knew how to handle someone smaller and softer than him. Bryan watched those muscles work to guide Myles just right, to easily lift him up and direct him into the wet confines of that beak, and into the soon-bulging throat beyond.

A whole person, and he looked ever so insignificant beneath those short feathers. Laz had his prey almost completely hidden in his gullet. He gulped. Just like that, and Myles surged forward, his shoulders fitting snugly into the tunnel beyond. Even when Bryan glanced away, briefly overwhelmed by it all, he could still picture it by the sounds alike. Such slick, hungry swallows, echoing out into the darkness beyond their camp. For once, Bryan wasn’t thinking about anything that might have been lurking out there. His end was already foretold, and he got such an ample, detailed preview of exactly what it was going to look like.

He could see Myles curling his toes in pleasure by the time the vulture got halfway down his body. The sound of feasting was too loud to judge if the other human was moaning in there, but the way his muscles tensed and twitched seemed to say as much. It must have felt amazing to slide down such a smooth, wet tube, if one disregarded what was going to happen at the end. Maybe that was exactly what got Myles so worked up. Laz tilted his head back in time, suspending his prey fully in his gullet, letting him slide down all the more swiftly. That gave Bryan a good look at just how [i]hard[/i] the freckled one was the whole time.

As for whether Myles managed to finish before he vanished, Bryan couldn’t say. It was all over so fast, and yet seemed so drawn out all at the same time. It might have taken seconds or hours as far as Bryan was concerned. He bit his lip again, just listening to that long, extended [i]schlurrrrk[/i] of Laz finishing off his meal. It was the lewdest noise he’d ever heard. Even he was curling his toes a little, just listening to it. He might have closed his eyes, but he couldn’t miss the sight of Myles sliding all the way down and settling in the vulture’s stomach, turning into nothing more than a deep, hidden bulge in a strong bird’s gut. Laz’s normally trim middle was round with the swell of his prey, in such a way that seemed \to silently compel Bryan to rub it. The vulture’s beckoning worked on him instantly.

Bryan was operating on instinct. He [i]needed[/i] to be there, running his hands over those feathers, admiring the curve of the middle all stretched out around a whole, living human. One stroke through the soft fluff, and he could already feel the gurgling going on beneath. He got closer and closer to the vulture, applying his whole body to the naked bird’s form, wishing he’d left his robe behind just to feel those textures against more of his skin. There was no pulling away. He stroked, and he pressed closer, until he had his face right up against the vulture’s gut, listening to every steady gurgle and the occasional, more aggressive [i]glorp[/i].

“He was a clever fellow, that one. Still is, for now. Probably would have made a good thief, with the right training. But that’s why I just had to have him. Didn’t take much to convince him, as you saw. And I can tell he’s having a [i]great[/i] time in there, just getting all wrapped up in his new dad’s gut.”

Bryan made some sort of soft whimpering sound. He didn’t even know he could do that. It wasn’t fear, but rather a soft, submissive moan of pleasure while he worked through those emotions he’d never felt before. There wasn’t any word for them that he knew.

“That’s why I wanted you too, you know. You have promise. Maybe you’d even be better at magic than me, someday. But I’m going to take all that potential of yours. I’m going to melt it. [i]Digest[/i] it.”

He was just a little firm with that word, but never aggressive. Bryan looked up, but the vulture’s eyes were too intense at that moment. He kept his head down, rubbing that belly, nuzzling it, listening to it. Sometimes he even kissed it, totally unprompted. Laz didn’t stop him. The bird reclined on his bedroll, running his talons along his human’s spine, squeezing here and there, feeling Bryan up to see what kind of food he was going to make. There was so much more he could have said to tease his prey in that intimate moment, but he kept it simple.

“Tomorrow.”

As if queued by his mere words, his stomach gave a dramatic shift. The steady gurgles weren’t without consequence. Clenching down on his meal, crushing that outline of Myles into a more compact form came with a [i]scrnnnch[/i] that left Bryan all the more speechless than he already was. That sounded like it ought to have been painful for the prey inside, but he neither heard screams nor saw any sort of struggle. Maybe that level of response had already been squeezed out of the pretty thing. Bryan pictured that freckled face, and idly wondered what it looked like at that point, before deciding to discard that line of thinking. It was time to keep rubbing.

The swell of food was softer already, more easily manipulated when Bryan pressed his fingers into those feathers to stroke and squeeze. He was careful not to press too hard. Speeding things along didn’t seem fair to Myles when he only got one chance to enjoy getting digested by a vulture. Unless Laz had some sort of arrangement with the local priests. A travelling man like him, it didn’t seem likely. Every inch if give, every groan of that gut that made the bulge soften and smooth over beneath those powerful abs brought the other human a little closer to being bird food for good, and Bryan was right there, massaging the predator like it was perfectly normal.

More than normal, it was a blazing, flustering experience that left his cheeks aching from blushing so hard. He was watching Myles get erased. Sure, he never knew the young man, but he never would. Laz absorbed a little more of that figure with each passing moment, resting him off. Bryan wasn’t going anywhere. He remained snuggled up to the bird, sprawled out against him, rubbing him and admiring him as the night went on. As much as he wanted to stay up all night just to observe the entire digestive process from the outside, it was exhausting work, just watching the vulture gurgle someone. He found a nice, snug spot to sleep with his head on Laz’s strong chest before the sun rose, at the very least.

He didn’t say a single thing throughout the process of awakening and packing up the camp. Laz didn’t join him for breakfast. Bryan found himself frequently side-eying that smoothed gut. That solid middle was every bit as toned as ever, though Laz might have been carrying more bulk in other places. He didn’t look any fatter, just stronger, heavier. It seemed like humans agreed with his body. They made for good fuel, and he still had another full meal ready to walk alongside him through the day’s travels.

“Would you like to see something?” Laz eventually said, speaking softly. He left Bryan in suspense without any further explanation.

“What is it?” came the squeaked reply.

“Not me at my most dignified, I’ll admit, but something tells me you don’t mind too much. Still got some bones rattling around in me. Could digest those too with a little time, but I prefer to travel light.” He nodded over to the side of the road. “Seems as good a spot as any.”

Bryan was under no compulsion. The vulture was already moving, and after a moment to consider, he quickly followed just to ensure he didn’t miss any of the details. Laz thumped his chest a few times, rubbed his middle, took a breath, and leaned forth. A clatter of Myles’ remaining skeleton came tumbling to the dirt in the span of a single cough. A few more of those left several more piled up with the rest, including a thoroughly polished skull. Those bones weren’t only picked clean, they appeared bleached, shiny with saliva, utterly cleaned. Everything that had been attached to them was part of Laz by then.

“That seems as good a place as any. I’ll cough up yours a little farther up the road when I’m done with you.” The vulture gave a playful wink, as if it was simply a flirty thing to say. “Still some time to wait though. We’ve got a way to go today, and you won’t be wandering off on me now, will you?”

He gave Bryan a pointed look, who almost instantly melted under such attention. The voice that came out of him left him humiliated at how pathetic it sounded, stuttering his way through a mere three syllables.

“Yes d-daddy ...”

Laz gave a sharp laugh, then nodded his head a few times. He lowered his voice. “Good boy.”

There was no need to tease the poor human further. They walked together, carrying their supplies, getting so far out from the city that no one could have saved Bryan anymore. Now and then, Laz simply turned to the side to give his pet a knowing look, nodding his head with a little smile, confirming the plan was still the same. Bryan looked out over the horizon, or glanced back occasionally. How far could he get if he decided to head back to the city on his own? There were plenty of beasts out there nearly as dangerous as the vulture himself. He was probably already doomed, just being out that far.

Watching the sun set felt as apt a metaphor to Bryan as any. It was getting dark. They could go no further, or at least Bryan couldn’t. Whether magically or naturally, the vulture could probably navigate at night just fine, but Bryan had yet to master the art of dark-seeing. Low light, maybe, but the moon wasn’t giving them much illumination when it rose. He sighed, softly, and followed Laz to a cozy spot down a hill, hidden from the main road. It was time to set up, and prepare.

The crackling fire reflected in the vulture’s eyes to make them that much more intense. Bryan had seen what the bird was truly capable of. The image of those well-cleaned bones on the side of the road wasn’t one that was going to go away. He was going to hold onto that for all his - well, day, not days. For as long as it still lasted. Yet for all the fear such a sight inspired, he was never any less susceptible to direction. All Laz really needed to do was tap him on the shoulder, and Bryan put himself anywhere the bird wanted him. Even with his head between a pair of strong, feathered thighs.

There were so many more touches Bryan wished to experience. The vulture had so many interesting textures, so many pleasant places to touch, carrying that inner warmth of his. His apprentice would have been happy to rub his face over every inch of him, if he asked. Instead, Bryan found himself with a set of talons gently scratching the back of his head, directing him further down still, until he found his lips pressed against the very tip of a thick, dark cock. Its shape was as exotic as its taste, and Bryan didn’t have the slightest idea where to start with that much girth.

A little push from his vulture dad was surprisingly all the direction he needed. Parting his lips and slipping down to slowly envelop that shaft, suckling, kneading, inching along, he made sure not to take it too quickly and choke himself. Even so, simply having that exquisitely flavoured cock pressing down on his tongue gave him pause. He took a moment to stop and wriggle in place, silencing a moan before it could escape by sucking a little deeper. Even when it meant straining his jaw and drooling more than a little, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. That dick tasted too good.

A glance up for approval revealed the gaze of the vulture looking down at him. Bryan knew exactly what that look meant. It was precisely the look he gave Myles before devouring him. Laz was hungry again. Not for any food - for the perfect, smooth, squirming treat that humans were. Bryan was going to get eaten the moment he finished sucking that cock. Maybe if he did an especially good job, Laz would reconsider. That was the only respite he had in his rising dread. He just wished he knew why that fear made him so hard himself.

It didn’t matter. He kept bobbing, kept massaging that shaft between his lips, running his tongue along all its details, along every little ridge or vein that disturbed its smooth surface. It didn’t take him long until he was slathering that thing. A little more pushing, a little more urging towards at least its midpoint was an impressive feat. There was no way he could swallow that beast of a cock without choking himself out completely, but he was making progress. A slow bob and a deep suckle, urged along by that scaled palm pressed to the back of his head went smoothly. He only gagged a little when Laz put just a bit more pressure on him with each downstroke.

There were juices running all the way down that glistening shaft to accumulate atop the vulture’s nuts, making every suckle that much slicker to listen to. Bryan swallowed as much as he could, but so much more ended up streaked over his cheeks or running down his chin and chest. He could feel the evidence of his success in every rising throb between his lips, or in the quickening breaths of the big-cocked bird. To think he could bring such a handsome stud such pleasure made his cheeks blaze yet more than they already were, but he didn’t lose focus. That hand on the back of his head kept him exactly where he needed to be, not quite a threat but certainly a stern, guiding touch.

Halfway down was going to have to be good enough. Bryan was just impressed with himself for getting that far. He made up for the lack of distance with the most eager, sloppy sucks he could manage, diving up and down when he wasn’t simply latched on and savouring as intimately as he could. The vulture’s heartbeat was evident in the pulses running through his shaft, throbbing that much harder with every suck, until it was rigid and taut in his pet human’s mouth. There was already so much pouring down Bryan’s throat. He did his best to swallow as much as he could, but those juices were already getting backed up. There was no way he was going to be able to keep up with everything Laz had for him.

Even so, he didn’t let go for anything. He’d earned his treat. Listening to the vulture give those deep grunts, almost like growls, was as worrying as it was sexy. Bryan gulped hard, as if just in anticipation. Those talons dug into the skin on the back of his head just a little, but it didn’t hurt enough to distract him. Laz didn’t let himself get carried away, even in the heaving, pumping moments of climax. He pushed his cock as deep into the human’s throat as he could get it without hurting him, and let all that pressure come pouring out, let all that tension of sexless travel drain from him at once.

Bryan fought the urge to recoil when that heat hit the back of his throat. He came ever so close to spiralling into a dangerous bout of choking and hacking, but somehow he managed to hold onto his focus. Maybe he really was going to be a good wizard after all, if he could hold his concentration that well. Or would have been, anyway. Such thoughts, and any thoughts at all were swiftly drowned in the torrent of pure spunk shooting straight down his throat. He once again tapped into reserves he never knew he had just to guzzle it all down as quickly as possible without drowning, though no matter how valiant the effort, there simply was too much vulture cum for one human to deal with.

Overflowing from his lips and even getting some of that potent scent in his nose in the process, Bryan finally made a fountain of himself. He coughed his way throughout the process of getting hit in the face with the rest of that cream, kneeling helplessly where he was as rivers ran down his body. He felt his travel clothes sticking to him where they weren’t just soaked right through. His whole face was painted to the point of vanishing. The rich, warm taste of the pred bird’s cock still lingered on his tongue, mixing with the heated flavour of all that potent seed. It was so much thicker than anything Bryan could ever make. Simply having it all over him had a way of making him leak some juices of his own, twitching in the dizzy aftermath of servicing his huge, feathery master.

“That’s [i]my[/i] good boy,” the bird said, with his full chest. He’d never meant that praise more than he did then. It left Bryan utterly caught up in the moment, tingling and bright. He really [i]was[/i] good.

Lazarus handled him much more gently after that. There was no more clutching, more more digging in the talons. At most, Bryan felt a few soft scratches across his soaked skin as the vulture slowly stripped him down, one layer at a time. Sometimes it meant simply tugging off the straps and bands of Bryan’s travel clothes, other times it meant cutting through something with a claw, or simply ripping it off his apprentice. Such an outfit wasn’t going to be of any use to Laz once he was done with his pet.

It didn’t take him long to get Bryan fully naked. There he knelt, still taller than the human on his knees, helping the cum-soaked wizard-in-training to his feet. Bryan wavered. He fell against his vulture dad’s chest for support and simply remained there, listening to Laz’s heartbeat. It was calm and steady - already slowed after orgasm. The vulture wrapped a strong arm around his naked pet, his [i]prey[/i], letting the anticipation of the moment go unspoken for just a little longer. He only spoke when it was the proper time, in his typically soft, soothing tone.

“You’ve been hell of a good company on this trip, I’ll say. I’d even keep you around a little longer if I wasn’t so damn hungry. I’ve been saving my appetite all day just for this night, you know. Wanted it to be extra special for the both of us. You deserve that much.”

Nothing Laz ever said was anything less than completely genuine. Bryan knew that much. He looked up at the bird, carefully watching that beak, in case it struck before he was ready, even if he knew Laz wouldn’t do that. Breathing slowly, deeply, the vulture looked him over one last time. It felt different that time. Of course he’d been looking at Bryan like a piece of meat ever since they first met, but that had been idle curiosity, a fantasy. In the aftermath of that blowjob, out there alone on the road under the stars, illuminated only by the moon and the persistent flames, it had never been more real. Lazarus spoke gently, reassuringly.

“Now, don’t get me wrong. I want to eat you. That’s the deal we made - but I’ve never been the strict sort when it comes to these kinds of things. If you’ve changed your mind, it’s not too late to back out. I’ll walk you back to town myself. Maybe get my gold back, only fair.” He softly chuckled. “But I won’t be upset. Is this what you want, Bryan? You want to be my dinner?”

Bryan paused, breathed, and took one more scan up and down the tall, strong body of his predator. There were no words for his feelings. Only a few firm nods would suffice. He made sure there was no trace of indecision in those gestures.

Satisfied, the vulture struck. Not with his beak, but with his grasp. He reached down and took a firm hold of Bryan’s backside with one hand, brushing scaled black against soft skin. Bryan had seen so little weather, so little travel, he was still so smooth, so fresh. Such a precious thing he was for a big, hungry vulture to so effortlessly scoop up and draw closer. Laz was drooling just a little at that point. Bryan spotted the glint around the edge of that curvy beak flickering in the orange glow. Then he heard that great bird’s stomach growl.

“You’ve seen what happens to the humans I eat.” Laz’s voice was deeper, a growl of his own to go with his gut. “You’ll be a pair of bones on the side of the road before long at all. But you’ll be a part of me. All that magic potential of yours, it could have been something incredible. I’ll be sure to make good use of it once I’m done using you to bulk up.”

He squeezed a little harder, flexing his arm taut in the process to demonstrate precisely what he meant. The previous human he ate hadn’t added even a pound of fat to him, or at least it looked that way. The vulture was simply more muscular than ever beneath the fluff, with those well-cut, defined muscles so perfect for stroking. Bryan couldn’t help but reach out and lay his hands on Laz’s pecs. He hoped that was okay. Laz slowly nodded, as if to acknowledge a request. Yeah, he could do that. He could put Bryan there, if that was what his prey wanted.

Without even needing to be prompted, Bryan found himself reaching a little higher. He wanted to touch that beak, and never had there been a more perfect moment to do exactly that. Laz didn’t mind. He sat back and allowed his prey to stroke along the edges and the curves. Some of it was sharp under Bryan’s fingers, but most of it was surprisingly smooth. He made sure to admire every little corner, every angle he possibly could just to get a full sense of it. For whatever reason, it felt like the most important thing for him to do right then.

Only after a thorough examination did Laz move again. The vulture took his human pet by the wrists and simply grasped him for a time. He made sure Bryan was looking at him, right in the eyes. Maybe his gaze really was a little hypnotic. Or maybe he just had nice eyes. Bryan couldn’t match that stare for too long anyway. He found himself distracted by the beak before him, slowly opening, stretching wide, revealing the dark-fleshed depths on display, glistening and warm. There, the human basked for a time, breathing in and out, sharing air with his predator. The bird’s breath smelled like tea.

That gentle fragrance and heat engulfed Bryan when Laz leaned close and began to overtake his meal in that dominant [i]omph[/i]. For all the anticipation, the process of actually starting to eat his pet felt almost unceremonious. Bryan didn’t know why he thought it might be more complicated. He found himself enveloped from his temples to his chin as Laz inched along. If ever there was a time to attempt escape, it was quickly fading. Bryan barely considered it. The feeling of those scaled claws running down his spine to grasp his rump once more and direct him towards that waiting gullet was everything he needed in the moment.

Lazarus slowly pushed his meal into his throat, slickly sliding Bryan’s face over his features, tasting every detail. He didn’t rush an inch of the whole process. Everything was worth savouring. Overwhelming Bryan’s senses with the first heavy [i]ULP[/i] right in his face was the precursor to taking his pet’s head in his throat. The size hardly made for much of a stretch. Laz grasped his meal, comfortably seated, giving little grunts and huffs in Bryan’s face when he wasn’t just deeply swallowing, drenching those features in an even thicker layer of saliva.

The first swallow triggered some deep instinct to make Bryan pull back, but he only recoiled for a moment. It was surprisingly easy to just relax his muscles and give in to what was happening to him. He neither leaned in nor pulled back. His body was fully in the vulture’s hands, grasping him just right, guiding him where he needed to go. Another heavy swallow made that throat bulge just a little more, tucking Bryan’s face beneath the short feathers of the vulture’s long neck. A little deeper, and he vanished behind that powerful chest. The human was effectively hidden in Laz’s body once he descended far enough to get all wrapped up in that bulk. The ripples all around his head almost felt like excitement.

When the vulture sped up, it was almost imperceptible. Bryan heard the distant rumble. Of course that bird was hungry. He’d been waiting long enough he was ready to swallow a whole person. Yet that sound didn’t strike the human as a threat. It felt welcoming, even alluring. Maybe he was just falling into that prey-brained mindset again - or being controlled. Laz’s magic was subtle, and he couldn’t fully rule out such manipulations, but Bryan swore it was all authentic. He felt so very [i]right[/i] in the vulture’s beak, sliding down his throat, descending towards his waiting stomach.

All it was going to take was one more gulp. Bryan could feel the tension building, just as he had all throughout the day. Laz tightened his throat around his meal, head tilted back, squeezing, kneading. He probably could have finished his meal anytime he liked, but such a tasty morsel deserved further teasing. Or Bryan liked to think so at least. His cock was pressed against the walls of the vulture’s gullet, feeling every ripple, every playful gulp that didn’t quite send him any deeper. Laz didn't struggle with him in the slightest. He probably could have comfortably kept his prey suspended there all night, if he really wanted to.

Instead, he threw his energy into dragging Bryan down in a single heavy, powerful [i]GULP[/i]. It rang through the night, or perhaps simply through Bryan’s skull. He shuddered all the way down, not for discomfort, but simply overwhelmed, overstimulated, and desperately aroused. One squirm too many and he might have came all over himself on the way in, but he wanted to make sure he had permission before he did so. It wasn’t as if Laz could do anything worse to him than digesting him, but even so. He wanted to make that dad bird happy. It was his purpose.

Bryan had to admit he was expecting a more dramatic welcome. He thumped down to the bottom of the waiting chamber as the rest of his body followed, and wriggled around a bit until he was comfortably curled up. It was warm, damp, and tight in there, but otherwise unaggressive. Nothing seemed to be digesting him. But that was definitely what that place was for. A few stray strands of what had once been that bright, lush head of gingery hair, along with other more indistinct traces remained of Myles, just enough to tell Bryan exactly what had happened to him in there. He’d been absorbed, and claimed. Reduced to bones, clumps of hair, and a few sloshing bits that could have been any piece of him. That was what happened to humans inside the vulture.

“Settling in alright?” Laz’s voice was soft, sounding something like a friendly shopkeeper checking on a customer.

Bryan thought about it. He eventually nodded, only to quickly realize that probably didn’t translate to his predator.

“I think so. It’s warm. But there’s plenty of space ...” He was murmuring, so he did his best to raise his shaky voice. “Nothing’s happening yet.”

“Thought I might take it extra slow with you. Feels right. Show me a little of that magic once it gets going. Let’s see how long you can last. I know you can do it.”

Bryan laid back, trying not to think about how excited he was, how much his cock ached just to be in there. It started as a slow trickle, dancing over his skin, glossing him in those dangerous fluids. He didn’t feel any tingling just yet, but just to be safe, he began his work on a minor spell. Protection from acid was a pretty general shield. He was pretty sure it’d work on stomach acids too. Actually remembering the words and performing the gestures to accurately cat it in the darkness of that belly took a few tries, but with persistence there sprang forth a faint green light to bathe his naked body and slightly illuminate the scent around him. He was half submerged by the time he managed to protect himself. His skin tingled in places, and the urge to cum was stronger than ever, knowing he was getting even that slight bit digested.

“May I ...” he began, before excitement and strain made his voice catch in his throat. Desperation eventually overrode dignity. “I’m so hard, I can’t take it ... I need to cum. If - if I may.”

“Say please,” Laz said, though his tone suggested he was just teasing.

Bryan did so anyway. “Please daddy, I want to cum so bad ...”

“Mmm. Have to admit I liked the way that sounded. Go on, then. Get yourself off. Cum your last time, knowing you’re going to be part of my body. Or maybe cum a few last times, from the sound of you.”

Laz gave him a few solid pats and kneaded his prey a few times as the amateur wizard got to work. Bryan’s spell would protect him for a little longer, even as the acids rose and gurgled around him. The danger just compelled him to go faster, to rub harder, even as the magic slowly faded from his skin. It was probably fading from his body too. Bryan found himself rolling his hips, creating waves in the juices around him, just with the effort to get off harder. It wasn’t going to take him long. Especially once Laz pressed in with those scaled hands, their texture evident even through the layers separating his prey from the outside world, kneading and clasping his prey all over.

The whimper was at least a steady one. Bryan let it out, then fell to moaning by the time he came all over himself after under a minute of furiously rubbing his shaft. He left streaks of cum splashed over his belly and chest before they were all washed away by the acids around him, sinking down, feeling the tingles starting where the effects began to penetrate his defenses. Panting, head-spinning, getting the juices massaged into his exposed skin by those talon-tipped fingers, he began to chant and move his fingers to reapply the protection before any more damage could be done.

“You’re talented, you know. Maybe you still have a lot to learn, but it’s like I said. You have potential.” Laz licked his lips, slowly, thoughtfully. “Which is exactly why I wanted to eat you so much. There’s something so damn sweet, knowing I’m snuffing out that spark. Not to mention I’ll take whatever magic you’ve managed to learn for myself once you’re all digested and gone.”

There was no malice in his words. If anything, there was affection. Such a gift Bryan was being given, to be part of such a great creature, rather than simply dragged off by a pack of wolves or shanked by bandits as he probably would have been adventuring on his own. Or maybe snapped up by one of the tavern patrons who would have paid so much less attention to him. It wasn’t just the heat around him that had Bryan feeling so warm. He was so glad Laz chose him. And it was turning him on to think about it again.

He wasn’t nearly done recovering from cumming all over himself the first time, but he started playing with himself again anyway. There was still time. His spell remained, protecting him even as the sloshing grew more urgent. Other creatures might have been more disturbed by holding an indigestible meal in their stomach like that, but Laz was a vulture. He was well-equipped for any sort of digestive challenge Bryan might have posed. The ward was wavering. He could feel a slight tingle slipping in, but what was more important than that was getting himself good and stiff as before so he could experience cumming inside a pred gut all over again.

All he had to really do was listen. Whether it was the steady beating of the vulture’s heart - calm, even while digesting someone - or the rising intensity of the churning all around him, Bryan bathed in sensations and sounds as his wards fell away and everything began to tingle, and then itch. He kept rubbing himself, even knowing it was time to try to cast his protection again. Just a little longer, mostly submerged by then, getting his body sizzled down by the digestive process of the hungry bird. The roiling fluids were eating away at every detail of his body, getting past his skin, starting to soften him and melt him down, and all that mattered to Bryan was giving that one last tribute of a finish.

It hit suddenly. An arc of pleasure crackling up his spine spread to the rest of his body, banishing the feeling of being digested, at least temporarily. He humped and flexed and moaned, nearly sinking fully beneath the surface in the process. Shaking everywhere, he came again for that vulture, offering his praise in the form of that heavy, debilitating orgasm. The energy left his body almost immediately as the pleasure began to fade from his veins, leaving him to slump, to slowly sink down to the surface to the sound of the vulture’s growl of pure approval.

“[i]Goooooood.[/i]”

That word resonated through Bryan as he began to melt. The sensation was figurative at first, for as long as he was helplessly curled up in there, weakening, submitting. It grew more literal with time. The vulture’s digestive acids could be temporarily tamed, but never fully stopped. In that post-orgasmic state they shared, Laz let his belly have its way. He churned Bryan hard until that soft human began to sink into himself, turning into something more like a solid goo than a living person with every minute he spent simmering in the bird’s juices. Laz’s voice was much softer when he spoke again.

“Still doing good? It’s going to get rougher now. I won’t say you’re going to be alright, because that’s the whole point, but I wanted to make sure you’re still [i]feeling[/i] right.” He patted his prey a few times, while that bulge was still relatively solid. “Not much longer and this gut’s going to kill you. That’s just how it goes. You’re facing your end, and it’s all to make me feel better. How [i]does[/i] that feel?”

Whether he really wanted an answer to that question or not didn’t really matter. Bryan couldn’t provide one. He was weakening to the point he couldn’t keep his head above the surface anymore. His bones were showing. He thought about the way Laz so casually coughed up the last batch, and wondered where his would end up, all clean and shiny in the dirt. His body gurgled right along with the juices around him, almost fully liquid in places. Yet his vitals remained, lingering, beating on to keep him faintly squirming in the juices for as long as he could, no matter how inevitable his fate may have been.

With both hands upon him, the vulture kneaded his prey as deeply as he could. He pressed in on Bryan’s softened body to assist it in breaking up, in melting down to mingled with the rest of the fluids stuffing that belly full. His middle was shrinking down around the human, compressing those stripped bones into one spot. A few final twitches from what remained of Bryan lingered on, and maybe some small part of him managed to hear or sense the bird tucking him into bed for good, with that smooth, warm voice of his.

“Goodnight, Bryan.”

A slump, a shake, and silence ensued. The fledgling wizard was never going to truly learn his magic. He was going to dissolve and absorb into the body of a vulture, feeding his daddy bird and adding some extra strength to that durable body. Another meal for Laz, the end of a story for Bryan. Maybe the vulture would cough his bones upon the road like a warning to those who travelled there, or perhaps he would make it to the next city, and show his trophy off to another wide-eyed human who simply couldn’t help but get caught up in his predatory presence. Bryan was just another dinner among many to come, but he was a memorable one at least. Whether or not he perished knowing that didn’t matter anymore as his bird dad’s body claimed him for good in every possible way, near the dying embers of their campfire.